Invasion Look What You Made Me Do (TSE Invasion of NIO Held Borosk & Troska)

[Irveric Tavlar]

// IMPERATOR //: 501st Legion
// OBJECTIVE //: Cassel Point | The Ramparts | Dance with The Devil
// ALLIES | NIO //: Agrippa
// ENEMIES | TSE //: Kascalion Giedfield | Cognus Legion
Armor | Rifle | Pistol | Melee | Grenades

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I R V E R I C _ T A V L A R
E P I T A P H

That crushing force willed beneath his hand brought a tinge of depraved bliss at the feeling of crushed bone and weakened flesh. But all that gained ground, the fruit of all that struggle eroded to cinder in an instant when The Devil rose again. The very vessel of his hatred, his suffering made manifest changed his guise of flesh again. He rebounded with a strike, a move to escape. He felt the fist slam against his throat, compiling enough force to send him choking down his own breath, heaving in the stale air re-fed through his helmet's rebreather as he curled back unto his knees before The Devil.

Propped up if only by his sole elbow he peered over to the crackling ports of the shredded cybernetic limb. A phantom pain but the battle had not been decided yet. He slowly rose back up to his feet only for the storm of lightning to pulse from Kascalion's fingertips and into the Sovereign Imperator. An audible grunt of pain before he let the lightning bury into his form, feel it crackling and surging against his armor before he felt the visor in his helmet short out, the tint fading to reveal his naked guise beneath. His eye narrowed as he continued to absorb the lightning, bringing his lone arm down to his belt to unhook a weapon.

Slowly, he began his march with each muscle, bone and ligament strained with a searing pain in each movement. There was no fear, no reluctance in the slow march toward The Devil. Each pace slow, meticulously, almost grueling in how withheld it was in the face of the Sith's fury. But he powered onward regardless, letting off a loud, guttural roar of anger. Not pain...there wasn't any pain any more. Only the rage.

Slowly lifting that weapon near to The Devil's gaze, between them both he relinquished it from his grip in a slow drop, the last sound between them the foreboding beeping, the silent pull of the air, the rupture...and then nothing. Nothing but a cold, empty silence.

All the while, The Devil's host finally took unto the ramparts as the 501st continued to abide by the doctrine agreed between them by word of mouth. Not one step back. They'd gained ground, certainly but here they'd be met with the Imperator's Fist in its full fury. As they clamored over the walls the combat resembled something far more primal than the industrial brutality that they'd flung at one another moments before. Here it was blades, fists, point blank all too overwhelming to master but far too chaotic to break under. It demanded the full grip of the instinct to prevail, to survive.

<"Not one step back from you, Sith dog!"> One of the Imperator's own shouted before a scattergun blast caved in the chest of another Cognus Legionnaire.

That magcannon established and the team supporting it had been deduced to chunks of indiscernible gore and ash following the assault by Kascalion's marauders. A cruel foreshadowing had it not been for the unbreakable will of the 501st here to put hammer to anvil.

<"Don't let them get control of the walls!"> Another 501st NCO sounded out into the rage of battle. The rage, the fire. None of that would stop until it was done.

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Location: Cassel Point
Faction Objective: Obj 1: Eliminate NIO Force holding the facility
Allies: Amur Any TSE forces nearby
Enemies: Vora Kaar Darth Vinaze Vaeri Any NIO Forces nearby
Gear: Listed in Bio and Storm Armor Mk. III
Currently: Assist Murmur

Kala let her love march boldly ahead, staying back at a distance as she watched blows be exchanged, knowing that as much as she wanted to, she was better off from back her. She found herself desperately wanting to jump into the fray, wanting to tear into someone, to feel their broken body cast before her, and have that sensation of victory once again; just as she had felt with the star weirds.

Her saber remained posed to defend, but her free hand went towards the small pouch on her hip. She might not have been strong enough to join in the melee, but she had other weapons to call upon; weapons that these jedi might not have seen. Reaching into the pouch, Kala formed a wicked grin as she made contact with the ichor, and began to pull forth the ghastly fog into existence. The frustration she felt boiled into a rage, and with the ichor in hand she felt a surge of strength over come her, though her body went cold as if submerged in ice water. She wouldn't let Amur fight this alone, not while she was here.

Though she couldn't see it herself, Kalanda's eyes turned a tinge more yellow, as she began to recite the forbidden words of her sisters in the old Dathomiri tongue.

“Winds of the Singing Mountains, hear the word of power. Rush, waters of the Dreaming River, against your sisters' foes!"

She raised the ichor up, it's fog erupted into flames that swept down her arm. She cackled at the pain, focusing on it to strengthen her, as she set her sights on the edgy sword man, and raised her hand towards him. She had never tried this power on another person before. She was rather curious what it would do.

"Lightning rend, Thunder break, your dearest sister's live is at stake! Strike them down, make them hurt, let my ichor burn pure!"

She finished the recitation, and felt as if a blaster had gone off in her hand. Castigating green bolts of lightning danced off the ceiling, leaving green streaks of fire in it's wake as it sailed towards it's mark ( Darth Vinaze ). Kalanda's arm on the other hand was not looking so good. It was blacked all the way to the elbow, as she could feel a sense of numbness overtake it. Strange. It didn't even hurt, it was like it wasn't even there. The armor plating around her arm was blackened, either from the fire or residue from the attack, but it wasn't clear to the witch as to what she had done to herself. Maybe Amur wouldn't notice. She didn't want to ruin the mission after all. Taking a step or two back, Kala kept her posture defensive, as she couldn't but fear a sense of foreboding for her actions.

 

[Hont Atellies]

Location: Cassel Point
Objective: Capture or Die.
Allies: NIO
Enemies: TSE
Notable Enemies Nearby (Known or Unknown): Agrippa Irveric Tavlar Konrad Bolter

Fire and Fury.

The touchdown of Hont’s legion coming into the base was only the beginning. Hont went out to the front of the base, using his comms to contact all soldiers left from the two legions that has touched down. The sound of the only commanding officer here made the Sith troopers stop and listen.

“The Sith Empire left us for dead, they were going to send an infiltration team, and used you as a bloody distraction, then they decided that there was no infiltration team, and LEFT US FOR DEAD!”

These were the men and women he fought along side on Huk, but apart from these soldiers, there wasn’t really any others he could convince to defect.

“I single handily saved you on Huk, I buried the dead by myself from that battle, WHAT HAVE THE SITH DONE?”

“The NIO offers us a chance to take back what is ours, better pay, better conditions, and a command structure that cares about you, if you truly want to change the galaxy, just walk right in. Because if you want to kick some Sith ass, well now is the time!”

Then, one by one, nearly all the men marched into the building, some stayed behind, out of patriotism, which Hont understood, but most walked in, What had the TSE done that Hont and the NIO did or could do better. While the TSE was squabbling, Hont would bring recordings of the closed door meetings and let the men sit back and watch them, while the TSE was losing left and right, The NIO is thriving. All these reasons, and for most, just the promise of better pay, convinced them to walk.

Hont came inside the building, practically two and a half legions strong.

The ash on the battlefield had brought them something new, a chance to finally throw off the shackles of the Sith, and kick them in the ass as Hont described it.

 

[Darth Vinaze]

Location: Cassel Point
Allies: NIO // Vora Kaar
Enemies: TSE // Vaeri // Kalanda Tishire // [FONT=Georgia][SIZE=18px]Amur[/SIZE][/FONT]​

The Jedi did not heed his final warning, as she jumped into combat with the already embattled Lord Kaar. Although he was beset on both sides, Derleth was confident that his ally would not slow down any time soon. Derleth evaded the onslaught against Kaar and positioned himself between the fighting and the now lone Sith woman (Kalanda Tishire). The language she spoke... he recognized. He hadn't heard the language of Dathomir, of his maternal people, for nearly two decades. Not since leaving Umbara and his mother. He was curious whether this woman was a night-sister, as the powers she used seemed consistent with what his mother showed him as a child. To think that if the Sith had not found him, he would likely have ended up learning this same magic. He would also be better at speaking Dathomiri.

The woman finished her incantation as Derleth approached, ready to strike. Her green lightning shot violently towards him, bouncing off the walls and the ceiling. Planting his feet, he brought the sword down from over his shoulder. The black blade connected with the electricity, dissipating it as the energy was absorbed into the sword. One of the many reasons he preferred Sith swords to lightsabers. Now the energy would have to be released. In the tight confines of Cassel Point's hallways Derleth was reluctant to use such an erratic attack, and releasing the energy back at the woman would likely make things worse.

Instead of charging through her with the sword, as his stance might have suggested, he brought the sword up, thrusting it into the ceiling. The hallway was bathed in green light for a brief moment as it discharged from the its captivity in Derleth's sword. Ceiling and wall lights all around them abruptly shut off, bursting under the pressure of the voltage Derleth and Kalanda had unleashed into the circuit. The room would have been pitch black if it weren't for the bright lights radiating from the lightsabers that clashed. The darkness didn't bother his Umbaran eyes. It was his ally, and the undoing of his enemy.

"Impressive. I've had yet to face one of Carnifex's dogs, and a witch too. I was expecting less, however you'll die all the same." he said raising his sword in front of him for round two.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

// Lord Inquisitor Fordyce //
// Borosk //
// Allyson Locke // Ryv // Loske Treicolt // Maynard Treicolt //

"Yeah... I am now."

Relief crossed the Echani's face as the woman she finally found stepped between herself and the Jedi opposing her, any opportunity for them to take advantage of Jorryn's single-minded actions erased by the Corellian. The feeling of protection, that someone would step in front of two of the most renowned of the New Jedi Order just to protect Jorryn, caused a lightness and lucidity in her that the Sith had never felt before. Darkness shifted away from the horizon, and even Jedi faded away as all the Echani could focus on was the bright silhouette of her love.

Love...​

That word hung in Jorryn's mind. A conflict in her heart finally confessed as she saw the figure of her past fling engulfed by the blue hue of a lightsaber, realization overpowering the shock of seeing Rae with a weapon of the Jedi. Surely there was some rationality behind everything that was happening... A lightsaber pilfered from the Jedi that the attendant blasted through the wall with, newfound emotion provoked by this sense of trust that she felt within the brunette.

So what was it about this situation that felt wrong.

Relief turned into mild confusion as the Lord Inquisitor's justifications were torn asunder, an odd familiarity and closeness that hung in the air between Rae and the other Jedi creating discomfort in the belly of the Echani. Suspicion grew, but Jorryn trusted the feeling in her stomach instead. The feeling that told her that she had to protect Rae and that the girl would do the same in turn. Honest trust didn't come easy to the Sith, especially to a Lord Inquisitor. But from the first night that the attendant had spent with Jorryn, the Echani knew she needed Rae by her side. It wasn't until this moment that she knew how badly.

Even as suspicion grew, and Jorryn felt an uncomfortable itch growing in her mind, she couldn't just let the Corellian fend for herself. As the manipulated wire escaped Loske Treicolt 's grip and flew towards the pair, the Lord Inquisitor ran towards her lover to try to protect her. It was unneeded. Any assumption that the lightsaber was a borrowed tool from the enemy faded as Rae returned the attack's of the blonde Jedi with her own, an intensity of the force that knocked the Corellian back into the arms of her lover. There wasn't even a moment of hesitation as the Echani caught her love, gently stopping any impact and her hands reached out to hold Rae, her body and mind not even hesitating for a moment. She already knew what mattered to her.

"Don't worry, I got you." Arms held onto Rae for a moment, the power that stopped her turning into a softer embrace. Jorryn was confused and concerned, everything she knew about her attendant falling to shambles rapidly. But the warmth of the touch between them, even during chaos such as thing, was a gentle reminder of their connection. The intimacy between them feeding Allyson's feeling to Jorryn, even as numb as the girl was to the more intricate parts of the force. And those feelings told how alone the girl felt.

"I won't let you go."

The moment wasn't meant to last however, a vengeful and zealous Sword of the Jedi poised in front of the duo and ready to strike. Accusatory words poured from his mouth, self-righteousness decorating them as a declaration of superiority. Anger took to the Echani's lips as she fumbled for her still withdrawn lightsaber, the moment Ryv took to speak down to the Echani only enough to pull the cold hilt into her hand but not enough to ignite the crimson blade. It was an unnecessary worry of the Echani's, for protection, righteous and unconditional, sat by her side. A hand pressed into Jorryn to move her away from the wrath of the Jedi, Rae Cooke taking the opportunity to prevent any harm to come to her ward. A slash making it's way towards the hilt of Ryv, a mere deflection of his own.

But it went wrong. At least for those concerned with the Sword of the Jedi.

Whether the Corellian's attack was intentional or not, and whether she knew the truth of the matter herself, a well-placed attack was all that decided this outcome. A distortion of blue cut through the Sword of the Jedi's arm, his hand falling softly to the ground below. Tears began to flow from the attendant as she addressed the last Jedi standing.

"Just go..."
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The words were sad and sombre, but not enough to discourage Loske from disengaging without ensuring her and Ryv's safety. It may have been strategic, but there was no refuting the emotion behind Matson's strikes as she drove Rae backwards, slashes digging into the Corellian. Jorryn wanted to help her love, but Rae was being driven into her, the lightsaber in her grasp of little help aside from another threat point. It didn't matter, however, a surge of energy emanating outwards from the blonde forcing Jorryn and her companion to fly away, the Corellian landing on top of her certainly not helping the impact. Still, they were safe if bruised. At least until blood started seeping onto the Echani.

"Darling, are you alright?" A quick answer confirmed it, as well as a look showing the Jedi backing down from the fight to take care of their wounded friend. Rae looked just as shocked and hurt as them, confusion in the Lord Inquisitor boiling to the surface. Who is she? The answer was already with her, but the question didn't matter. She needed to leave and she needed Rae with her. "Rae... We have to go now." A hand delicately took the girl's while another pulled the lightsaber from the shocked girl, that weapon wasn't needed anymore.

"Please."

 

[Jalter Volff]

Location: Borosk Atmosphere
Objective: Cassel Point
Allies: Constantine Oliva
Enemies: Moon Seo-Yun
Equipment: TIE/HB Bruiser [Destroyed]
Forces: x6 TIE/HB Bruiser, x2 TIE/OTx Outlander

Jalter looked up as he was being carried off, he finally kriffing made it. One of the marines asked his name and he replied weakly, "Jalter... Jalter Volff." The Bomber captain looked down at his own body. His flight suit was ripped on his left abdomen, heavy bruising was forming which meant the internal bleeding wasn't getting any better. Jalter's eyes wondered down to his legs next. His cybernetic leg had been pretty much mangeled by blaster fire, he'd need a new one, and his right leg was in bad shape as well. Hit pretty hard with a heavy laser cannon he couldn't even move it. The smell of cooked flesh soon filled the air and Jalter could only beg the gods that he wouldn't lose his other leg as well. He despised his cybernetic leg with all his heart.

He felt the Hawk rumble as it lifted off the ground and he watched from the closing boarding ramp as it fired more shots at the Sith. He rested his head back as the Ship's medics began to get to work on him. He watched lucidly as his battered cybernetic was removed and the medics began applying bacta to his blaster wounds. Next came more morphine and soon they began their surgery on his abdomen. Cutting open his laser seal and holding the incision open with a retractor, the medics cleaned the wound with a suction pump before sealing up his ruptured artery. Jalter was awake but extremely lucid, he couldn't feel a thing but witnessed everything that happened. "A medic. Why didn't I become a medic?" he thought to himself. "Wouldn't be hear if I knew how to patch myself up..."

Boxer and her Bomber flight zipped around covering the Hawk from the air as they extracted her CO. "Boxer 3-5 to Hawk. How copy on Brawler 3-1?" she said in a transmission to Constantine Oliva . As she spoke a Sith Fighter attempted to make a strafing run on the hawk so she locked on and fired off two Brilliant missiles, which struck the fighter. Boxer lined up her shot and shredded the ship to pieces, watching as the pilot ejected out right before his fighter erupted into a ball of flames. Boxer pulled off before sending a transmission to Crater. "Boxer 3-5 to Crater 3-3. The Hawk is pulling off from Brawler 3-1's Bruiser. Currently confirming whether or not he's been extracted. What's your status?"

"Bombshell's been banged up pretty bad. We're still pursuing the bugger which shot the boss down." he gave his reply. "Of course Bombshell's been pretty banged up. Finish up there and regroup." Crater heard in the radio. Moon Seo-Yun had proved to be a good pilot. They'd shot down the boss after all and in every sim he'd done none of the Bomber Wing had been able to take him down. Crater smiled under his helmet. For all Jalter's talk about being a bomber ace he'd been sloppy and was shot down. He'd never let Jalter live this down. He turned to focus back, opening squadron comms. "Bombshell. Regroup with Boxer's flight. You've been hit hard enough. Pursuer, Hurricane and I have got this."

Bombshell gave his reply "10-4 Crater. Try not to get shot down." he said banking off towards the hawk. He heard Crater replying, making fun of him in the process "Hey, you're the only one who manages to get hit every time we go on an op." Bombshell shook his head and turned his comms off. He flew right towards Bombers flight grumbling about Crater's last comment before he heard Boxer's voice "Hear you were hit again Bombshell, like always." He turned on his comm unit. "I'm not hit every time and you know that." he said with a pissed off tone. "Uhm. Didn't your TIE get hit by a spear back when you were fire bombing Savrips on Ord Mantell." Bombshell didn't respond, instead slumping in his flight chair. In every combat sim and engagement he'd been hit, it got to the point he was the brunt of his friends', Crater and Boxer's jokes. How much he wished Jalter was flying still to stop all this 'non-essential' chatter.

 

[Hunter Blackburn]

// PROTEIN // DECEASED
// OBJECTIVE // Cassel Point | The Underground
// ALLIES // NIO
// ENEMIES // TSE | Djorn Bline

Spoiler: Equipment

Infantry Armor
Disruptor Carbine
Thyrisian Battle Oil
Blue Mojo Necklace
Hybrid Pistol
Vibrosword
Disruption device
The Albatross

The weight of the vibrosword cleaving the first S-imp could be felt in Adrial’s hands. The soldier didn’t stand a chance as the plasma filament sliced through their armor without any resistance. The scent of zucca bacon filled the halls as roasted flesh was left behind. The left half of the legionnaire's body was gone, sloshing to the ground, scorched viscera and organs falling to the floor with the rest of the body. The right half stood upright, Adrial’s gauntleted fist having plowed into their interior using the man as a makeshift shield.

The wash of blue static that was released amongst the cloud of white gas told Adrial what it was. A golden eye peeked from behind the cracked visor caring nothing for the HUD. The attachments on his armor? They meant nothing to him. He was just as lethal without them.

Perhaps if he was only a maddened beast, an untrained warrior, Adrial would’ve fallen for attacking only the man before him who approached. But no, he was a Galactic Marrine, and above all that he was a Thyrisian. This was a confined space and with the dampening gas that surrounded them, he had the advantage.

Blaster bolts came down the hall entering the dampening gas the bolts slammed into Adrial and his makeshift shield. The Legionnaire Adrial held couldn’t feel anything as blaster bolts seared their plastoid armor. The Sith cared nothing for their men, nothing for the dignity or sanctity of their bodies. It was expected of the enemy but for one's own ally to do it. If that didn’t cement how far gone those who served the Sith were nothing would.

As the soldiers moved around the edges of the tunnel to flank, Adrial ducked to the right ignoring the target in the center for now. Blade thrusting out and through the smoke it penetrated another shadow. There was a faint gurgling, a red mist joining the grey smoke as vapor rose from the S-imp before Adrial withdrew it. Yet another body collapsed to the floor.

In retaliation, more blaster bolts came through the smoke smacking against the marines armor seeking to put him down. Each bolt weakened but still enough to stagger the behemoth. The dampening aerosol continued its way down the hall and up towards the entrance. Soon Adrial’s cover would be gone and he would be dead.

With a grunt, Adrial tossed the corpse aside into another two soldiers as they tried to flank on his left. All the while he reached down pressing a button connected to something on his torso, something that had survived the emp grenade. Both went to the floor beneath the worn carcass of their ally, only for when they were rising to meet the guardian of the underground.

With two quick flicks of his wrist, two more soldiers were sent to meet their maker. The cloud of gas having finally passed now revealing Adrial to the rest. There was nothing more the warrior could do. He tried to push forward but was met with a hail of crimson bolts.

Each red dagger stabbed out at the marine some dispersing across the armor, others penetrating the surface and the defensive layer beneath. Each impact caused the Thyrisian to stagger a step back. The only thing driving him being the battle oil, and a warrior's spirit. The Thyrisian’s ichor spilled from beneath his helmet. Within the confines of what remained blood coated his face, escaping from his mouth.

Carbon scoring marked Adrial’s chest as he collapsed to his knees. A hand desperately reached for his sidearm. Weakly raising it the Thyrisian was given another round for his troubles.

Down on his knees, gasping for air Adrial looked to the ceiling. The white lights that lined the halls grew brighter. Bright as the sun of Thyrsus. No longer was the warrior on Borosk, no longer was he in a deep, dark underground tunnel fighting for the New Imperial order. No, now he was home once more.

Standing before Adrial was everything he’d come to love. His family that he’d fought alongside, that he wished he could’ve died alongside. Sledge, Vice, Linkz, and the rest of the platoon of galactic marines. They’d been nothing more than an experiment meant to fail, one dredged up to fight the Sith and despite all dying they accomplished more in their short time than ever expected. They took an enemy Star Destroyer, they led the charge on Mygeeto, and even one of them sent a Sith fleeing and was single-handedly taking the fight to the Sith.

Looking across the faces of those gathered Adrial saw people from every walk of life. They’d all come together for one thing and had been willing to die for it. “I’m coming, I’m coming home.” Adrial said, tears escaping one last time as he gave himself over falling into the embrace of the other marines.

IN the underground tunnel the Thyrisian that had once held the potential to be so much shined bright as a star. Within the confines of the armor the Baradium-core thermal detonator went off and he truly became a star. One that became a wall of all-consuming flames that reached out to the troopers seeking to consume them. The tunnels themselves shook in the wake of this star's birth, rubble falling free as the construct began to give way, what had been small chunks turning into massive pieces of stone and duracrete that came falling down.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Location: Cassel Point
Objective: Destroy
Enemies: NIO and Allies
Allies: TSE and Allies
Tags: Aerith Castiella

Bloody exhilaration filled Lirka's body, oh how so loved war. Even if this pointless nonsense between the Sith Cults had taken her away from beloved Thustra, and the annihilation of the Jedi cancer. The destruction of this hapless little cyborg would just have to fill some of the void intended for the burning of the Jedi Temples and destruction of their puny little cult.

She strode forward, a goliath of battle. Now it was time to end this whelps life before she could become a proper nuisance, even with the wound burning in her chestplate the cold-faced helm of Lirka stared down at Aerith's much more meek form. A scoff coming across the wind, Lirka raised her blade in preparation of the killing blow.

"For I am Lirka Ka, true Queen of Lost Thustra. Find solace in that I am your doo-"

She was cut off as the thermal detonator went off, sending the beast flying forward: a vast majority of her plate turned into molten slag, and the flesh beneath charred: not counting the bits that had simply been reduced to ash. She landed like a meteor, turning a swath through the ground as she landed. Pain filled her form: enough to slay a lesser being, unfortunately Lirka was not such a thing. A grim humor filled her broken form after, a fine play. She would have to repay in kind, in due time. She would let the woman have her victory, savior the taste.

Lirka would have her rematch, and such mercy would not be given again.

 

[Spencer Varanin]

//: The Seventh Seal //:
//: Borosk //:
//: Jak spelar tik matt //:
//: Taeli Raaf //:

I never chose my destiny, but I embraced it with all of my heart.
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Chaos burned, the world crashing and collapsing as the woman's mind moved inwardly, taking on the full power of the Phobis device. Spencer had learned to master the weapon that she had taken into her mind. Ashin always been with her, helping guide her and provide her with the strength she needed to combat the terror that filled her subconscious. She was only eighteen when she had saved the forces of Good and Evil from the terrors of the Dread Lords, their voices melding into her own. ​

Never before had she unleashed the dormant beast within her. She had always gone through extra precautions to keep the weapon hidden away, giving up pieces of her mind to create a mindscape for the device to be locked away. Spencer found herself engulfed in flames, her feet rising above the ground as she was suspended above the tendrils of the chaotic Netherworld as they whipped around threatening to grasp the pair and drag them to the hell that awaited them. ​

Amber orbs opened, seeing the memories that Taeli experienced within the mindscape of the Phobis Device. A grin swept across her face as she tried to fuel it, making them her reality. In the second memory, one of Tali's parents made the Echani demon pause for a moment. Humanity silently returned to her as she listened to the words. She watched the woman's memory flood her mind; being the powerful empath, she was helpless in this experience. The pain Taeli felt surged through her as memories of her own father, resurfaced. ​

He turned her away, wanting nothing to do with her and her lover. Spencer remembered growing up, wishing, and wanting to know who the man was. She dreamed of him coming home and being this perfect being of ivory hair, kind eyes - he would be her papa, one that she didn't have to share with her other siblings. Her childish dreams began to play in her mind, a small blonde girl hidden away in the Jedi archives sleeping while clutching a book. The book held information of a Jedi who had belonged to the Republic, her fingers covering the face of an Echani man, Kamon Vondiranach, the letters scrawled. It was the only thing she had of him beyond her mother's stories. They weren't enough, she wanted her papa. ​

The look of the older Echani man's face, the way he stared at his daughter in disgust over her choice of partner, destroyed her. Ashin was one of the only people that looked at her and saw something more. Spencer wasn't hiding behind her twin brother Aston anymore when Ashin took her from the Jedi. Knowing her father, her papa disapproved and shunned her created a void in the woman's heart—one that only grew into an intense hatred for him and anyone linked to him. A part of that hate - hated herself as well being his child. ​

"No, you're not doing this to me." Spencer regained control of her emotions, but it was then she felt the tendrils of the power the other mentalist had. A mixture of seven voices laughed as Taeli's outburst saved her from the falling attack. The Darkside flowed through her, and the demonic voices continued to laugh as she reached through the Force. Spencer felt the woman's entity in her mind, she was surprised that her defenses had been breached. No one in this galaxy was strong enough to break through her barriers, yet Taeli Raaf had entered her mind. The woman grabbed ahold of the tendril that Taeli reached in to rip out the Phobis Device with. I don't think so, Mrs. Raaf. ​

The hellish Netherworld disappeared, and Taeli would find herself in another place and another time. Spencer would stand near her, yet she was obviously far younger than the woman she was currently fighting. The bubbly teenager that was Spencer Jacobs smiled at Taeli; the memory was aware of what was happening, which only nodded to the power of the Echani's mentalism. The teenager held out her hand to Taeli, waving her along. "I want to show you something." They continued down the hallway of a ship towards a room where a large sphere was housed. A woman, battle-worn but exuding Darkside's power, waited for the girl as she entered the room. A smile cracked on the stoic face of Ashin Varanin as Spencer ran towards her lover. Arms wrapped around her slender and youthful frame, and the Empress of the Empire took her and kissed her passionately. The moment was brief, but the kindness that was shared from the Empress was a rare sight - one that only the young blonde was able to see and experience. "Are you ready?" Spencer nodded as she climbed into the sphere, "I am." She began to plug herself into the nodes and sighed heavily. Apparently, she didn't like the sphere and looked towards her lover, and the woman nodded, closing the sphere encasing the girl inside. ​

Inside, Spencer was able to reach out with her mentalism and battle meditate. With the increased power from the sphere, she would be able to touch everyone in the Sith Fleet and those of the enemy. Every mind connected to one girl during the battle against the terrors of the Netherworld. Everything was going according to plan, the girl battle meditation inspiring the forces of the Empire and attacked the fighting spirit of the Republic. ​

It was then dread covered the battlefield, voices echoed, and Ashin announced the Phobis Device's appearance. She commanded Spencer to disconnect to shield her mind from the dreadful creation. On the other hand, Spencer had learned about the phobis device, studied it, and knew the devastating power that it would have on the fleets and everyone involved in the fight. Her mind thought quickly to Ashin, knowing that this was the only way she could protect the woman. ​

Spencer NO SPENCER STOP!​

Her presence suddenly grew; mental shields surrounded every mind on the battlefield, leaving her mind exposed. At that moment, screams of terror echoed from the sphere. Blood-curdling horror screams echoed as the phobis device's brunt entered the girl's mind threatening to break it into a thousand pieces. The dread lords spoke to her, cursing her, telling her of the horrible things the sithspawn would do to her, how they would do it and how it would feel. It felt as if the nightmares would never end, but silence came only after the girl had lost her voice. The battle continued and concluded, "Spencer!" Ashin's voice echoed as she entered the room, fear dripped from her voice as she spoke the girl's name. A rare sound for the Conquerer of Ten Thousand Worlds. Ashin came running down and with the Force ripped open the pod. Spencer sat in the fetal position, curled up in the lowest corner of the sphere. Whimpers came from the small shaking form, and Ashin scooped her up and did her best to comfort the girl. It was then the lovely blue eyes she had faded, replaced with the amber burn of Sith Corruption.​

The world faded, and Taeli found herself standing in the middle of a pure white plane. Spencer's teenage self, the one she had seen at the beginning of the memory, stood before her. ​

"No one ever knew what happened that day. Not a soul knew of the Phobis Device. Some tried to tell the story, but it was so unbelievable that no one sought to investigate. The Jedi denied it, the Sith denied it - everyone pretended as nothing happened." She opened her hand, and in it, a small Holocron with elegant etching rested. "As you know, the Phobis Device was the creation of the Dread Lords, the one that is locked away in my mind is one of their strongest. I commend you on trying to pull it from my mind - but with how embedded it is, I can't let you. This is my duty my destiny as the Chosen One. My sacrifice saved millions of lives. I've accepted this fate" Tears seemed to collect in her vibrate sapphire eyes, a child with no childhood growing up to be a woman who only knew one regret.​

Her smile faded as she walked over to Taeli with the Holocron in her hand. "Take this, it's one of my designs - you can only access it if you know the whole story of how it came to be. I'm the holocron's guardian, so only you, Taeli Raaf, may ever view this. Inside the Holocron, you'll find almost an entire exact copy of my device. Please study it, learn about it, and never use it against humanity no matter how terrible your enemies are. I am unable to do so, my one failing I cannot correct. If you discover a way to eradicate it - please help me, save me." The girl tossed the Holocron towards the woman and waved. ​

The plane disappeared, and Taeli would find herself in the middle of the lilac flower field with the real Spencer sitting beside her. The illusions fade, and the former Queen of Eshan holds out a bag of candies for the Sith woman. "I had fun, we should do this again sometime." She nudged the chocolates towards the woman, her child-like behavior now making sense. "Chocolate?" As she asked, her eyes looked up the battle continuing to wage, ​

"Mm, if you ever need anything - please don't hesitate. I find you quite interesting Taeli, I hope to see great things from you." ​

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Final //:
//: Borosk //:
//: Point of No Return //:
//: Adriana Fortemps //: Loske Treicolt //: Ryv //: Maynard Treicolt //:

...But holding on just makes it worse...


You’re leaving me...You’re leaving us.​

Loske's voice rang in Allyson's mind, she felt the pain from the woman - her dear friend. Their blades clashed, and sparks flew threatening to blind the Corellian. Each blow added to the pain and anger she felt from Loske. Allyson knew she was doing what she always did. Thinking that her choices were what was needed, that she was doing the right thing. Each strike blocked by the corrupted azure blade, Rae didn't want to give up, but Allyson did. She had never wanted to do this to Loske, to Ryv or Maynard. They were her friends, people that she turned to, and wanted to fight for. Yet, something deep inside her mind told her that they would be the first to turn on her. ​

Being so close to Loske, she saw the woman's anger in her face. She wanted to yell, to scream, maybe kill her, but Allyson forgave her feelings. Their shared bond, Allyson, was able to reach out once more, giving a whisper of her emotions. I'm scared. Her voice echoed after another clash of the blades, Am I the enemy? Rae felt the pressure of the blow from Loske as it pushed her back again, her foot nearly giving out. Help me. Misreading the next strike, Rae stepped back quickly, doing her best to avoid the blade from slicing her in half. She had almost succeeded, but the tip of the hero's golden sword, sliced through the clothing and flesh of the Corellian. She gasped as the pain surged through her body, but Rae didn't have a chance to react. Blade falling to her side, the blast from the enraged Force of Loske Matson threw her back. ​

The shock of everything, the attack from Ryv, from Loske, Jorryn showing up as she had, Allyson was losing control over the situation. It was supposed to be an intel exchange, and then they would protect her cover, that was the plan and now. Eyes stared up at the sky trying to register what was happening, was this her betrayal? Was the guise of her cover a facade to hide another facade? Panic settled in, she couldn't go home anymore - there was no home for her to go to. Her friends had turned on her, or was it the other way around? Her chest hurt, her stomach burned, and she placed a hand where the wound was cauterized yet cracking, letting the vibrate red blood flow freely. ​

Muffled sounds echoed around her as she stared at her bloodstained hand, past her vision, she saw Ryv something had happened to him. She tried to get up, she wanted to run to him and see if he was okay. Allyson was unaware of the damage she had caused. Looking towards Loske, she saw the anger in her face and in Maynard's. What was happening? The brief moments of clarity were covered in what had just occurred, and Allyson wanted to scream, wished Loske had finished her attack, and only ended it. Instead, she was on the other side of them, bleeding and wishing for death. ​

Don't worry, I got you.​

Allyson blinked, hearing the voice in her mind, remembering through the entire fight with Ryv, and with Loske, there was one voice with her. The warmth she felt from her friends gone, replaced by the cold truth of betrayal, but another source came in to replace it. ​

I won't let you go​

She wasn't alone, someone was still with her. Viridescent eyes rested on the face of the Echani woman. Allyson realized she was being held, she hadn't landed on the hard soil and had landed against the Lord Inquisitor. The woman showed concern, ensuring that she was okay. Allyson didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to do at this moment. Her eyes never looked back at the others as she stared at the amber gaze of the Echani. Her heart bled not knowing where to go, but she knew she couldn't go back with the Jedi, she had missed that chance. ​

She knew she would never get that chance again. Jorryn pulled at her hand, the other trying to take the lightsaber, but Allyson held onto the blade. "Not yet." She spoke of the blade holding it tightly. Standing she struggled, the wound hurting with every movement, at least she had her physical pain to mask the heartache she felt as she moved with the Lord Inquisitor. The saber clipped to her belt as she walked, her arm covering the wound the best she could, hiding it from Jorryn. "I'll be okay, karelul." Allyson didn't know what more to say, but her hand still held onto the Echani woman's. Knowing she was worried, the Corellian forced a smile through the pain and helped her onto the speeder that she had arrived on. ​

Bloodstained her clothes as the speeder came to live, she didn't look back, there was no point to. She could feel the pain she caused, she couldn't take seeing their faces. Allyson wanted to remember who they were before this, she shook slightly, wanting to cry, knowing that this was all her fault. The choices that the Corellian had made led up to this point, but pieces didn't regret them while others hated herself for it. The voices in her head screamed, but the feeling of Jorryn wrapping her arms around her brought a calming sensation. As the speeder shot off towards the Sith Empire base, Allyson felt weak, her heart ached with what she had done. ​

There was no going back, she would have to accept the bed she made for herself. She no longer heard Rae's voice clawing at her mind, the woman felt as if she had disappeared. Everything that Rae had melded into her, and she accepted it. Though the Force, she let it all go doing her best to accept her fate.​

...Cause it's our time to say goodbye...​

 

[Ryv]

// Sword of the Jedi //
// Borosk //
// Breaking Point //
// Bleed Out //
// Allyson Locke // Loske Treicolt // Adriana Fortemps // Maynard Treicolt //

A cyan blade traced through the air, descending towards the veiled horror walking amongst them. Ryv caught sight of her hand, fumbling with the shining lightsaber hilt. Too slow, the Jedi Knight thought, unphased as he struck out to deliver the death blow, his gaze without mercy. Rae's sudden appearance took him entirely by surprise. The world slowed to a grinding halt, the events taking place before him locked in time. Whether the Force itself warned him of what was to come, or a hyper-focus conceptualized the incoming weapon, Ryv could not be sure. Seeing the trajectory at which the Corellian swiped upward, he knew he could shift his weight, twist his hips, and pull back on the Blade of Ruusan's hilt. At the slight change in direction, coupled with the backward motion of his arms, he'd perhaps bat her weapon aside, maybe even overwhelm her in the following exchange, given the strength Djem So provided against a physically weaker foe.

All of these movements were small, entirely insignificant to those who lacked training. But to two warriors, locked in combat for not only their lives but the fate of the galaxy? Those minuscule shifts affected the battle in full. The ebb and flow swinging one way, providing one the advantage, before turning the other way, the pacing reversing entirely. Even seeing that instant, knowing how to change the outcome of his actions, while his body leaped to react, every muscle screaming out in anticipation?

Ryv hesitated. He looked into those verdant green eyes he'd lost himself in a hundred times over. He heard her laugh as it danced through his memories. Fingertips glid along his arm, tickling his flesh. Pungent scents pierced his nostrils. A flood of emotion stopped him in his tracks, the Kiffar unable to act as he looked down into Allyson's unflinching gaze. Whereas his instincts screamed at him to survive, his heart shattered into a million pieces, dashed against the coarse earth of Borosk's wartorn surface. Burning hot plasma sheared through ill-prepared flesh, a white-hot pain tearing up the length of his arm. His eyes fell to the now handless limb, sizzling muscle all that remained from midway down his forearm. He opened his mouth, trapped between unbearable physical pain, and total psychological shock. The Force could not defend its champion, as Ryv stood unmoving, incapable of calling out to the cosmic power.

An invisible wave of energy crashed into him. It tore him from the ground, his body thrown a dozen paces from his former lover. A shoulder hit the earth, his back slammed down immediately after it. Over and over he went, limps jerking violently as his body carved a groove through the dry dirt. His wild tumble came to a sudden and jarring halt, his head smacking loudly against a chunk of rock. Bone splintered, flesh torn as the jagged stone ripped through both like paper. Blood ran down in rivulets of crimson, mingling with dust and grime. Ryv remained still, his body a jumbled up heap on the ground. Even as Loske spoke, not too far from the fallen Jedi Knight, he couldn't make out the words. The nearby clash of lightsabers sounded hundreds of feet away as if heard through an echoing corridor. Time ticked on, the Kiffar was unable to consciously follow it as his mind tried, and failed, to retain cognizance. Everything faded further and further away, the world growing quite lonely as Loske chased the two Sith away. Ryv's lips trembled, a primal understanding of death's grasp closing tight on the fading light.

Warmth returned to the fading Jedi's spirit, but not of his own resolve. Maynard's hand slid around him, practically cradling his brother's broken form, bent over him as if to shield him from further danger. Ryv couldn't control his body, everything unresponsive to his silent cries for help. The silhouette of the Concordian's jaw stood in stark contrast to the blinding light from above, the sun's rays sending waves of nausea into Ryv's core. His trembling lips parted, the fractured Jedi muttering absolute nonsense as foggy eyes rolled onto Maynard's face. As he felt himself even out along the retractable table, Ryv's remaining hand reached up for Maynard's wrist, his fingers weakly wrapped around it for what support he could eke out.

"I- I," Ryv struggled to find his words. Tears, blood, and sweat blended together as they dripped off of his shaking jaw. "Am sor-," his head fell back, rolling to the right, rent chunks of flesh peeking through his jet-black hair as the wound exposed itself. "-ry, M-May," he finally finished, the exertion put forth to shape even four words carrying an inconquerable wave of exhaustion. Ryv's eyes closed, the world black as his breathing grew faint.

Maynard's essence fell over the Sword of the Jedi, beginning to spread through his tattered spirit, mending what remained. Flesh knitted itself together in some places, elements of Ryv's pain alleviated by the flow of Ashla's healing. Ryv did not release Maynard's wrist, even as the Kiffar's knuckles grew an angry white color, and the pain continued to pulsate from fractured bone within his skull. Even in his ruined state, he knew something should've come, some fragment of his senses. Yet, he felt only pain, and bore witness to only an ashen veil as it fell over him. Maynard seemed so distant, soon replaced by welcoming darkness, one untouched by Bogan's corruption.

 

[DK-03]

Location: Borosk, 200m outside rampart walls.
Objective: Defend Cassel Point
Allies: NIO & Allies
Interacting With: Lord Venari

DK-03 coursed with electric energy. Scorched armor. Burnt flesh. His hair was a little messed up, but you couldn't see it inside the Darktrooper armor.

He had a helmet on.

His torn pauldron was barely holding on to the rest of the armor, the Darktrooper had certainly gotten the worst of this fight thus far, with little to show in the way of victory for himself. He coughed blood into his visor, unable to now see out of his helmet. He mentally noted that he should have wipers installed for fog breath and potential blood splatulation in the future. Armored boots stepped forward as the tank of a man, a juggernaut in his own Stormtrooper right, continued to press forward, swinging the man. Blaster fire continued to erupt from the bludgeon that DK-03 held in his hand, as the man waved around in the air and continued to press fire into the Darktrooper. Still, DK progressed forward towards his enemy, the Sith.

Finally, he caught the man swiping low for his knees, and attempted to block with his bludgeon.

The man screamed out "I HAVE A FAMILY!" before being cut in two by the Sith Lord.

DK-03 raised the bottom torso as the top dropped from his hands inquisitively, disconnected.

The blade cut into the back of his knee, regardless of the attempt to block, and DK-03 dropped down to one knee.

"STOP STOP STOP," the Darktrooper yelled, holding up his hands.

"I DON'T SURRENDER," he pleaded.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Ponder
Kurja iw Tsatotrura
Spencer Varanin
​

A normal mental probe might have stopped at Spencer's barriers in her mind. A normal session of mnemotherapy would mean those barriers would be lowered willingly for the user to get in and extract or suppress or view the memories the patient wanted dealt with. In such a chaotic situation as theirs, Taeli fighting to keep any more negative memories or pain or secret fears away from her perception of reality, and Spencer unleashing the Phobis Device on the Sith Lady, well... She might have gotten through her mental barriers, but not unscathed...

An image of Fiolette leaving, abandoning her... Images of her daughters, either dead at the hands of an enemy... or worse, abandoning their mother...

She shook her head as Spencer pulled her into her own memories, the young mental projection standing next to her. Days studying as a Jedi, trying to find her father. With all the strain her mind had taken today, it still did not stop Taeli from analyzing the scene before her. It was a battle beyond, one of the first of the modern era between the Sith and Republic, the first renditions of both following the Gulag. The Sith Meditation Sphere caught her attention immediately, how could it not? Ashin Varanin, in all her Imperial glory worn away by battle, was lovingly leading a second projection of a younger Spencer into the sphere. The pieces were clicking into place.

Spencer, as the anchor for a powerful battle meditation, would be highly susceptible to a Phobis Device. Linked to all those minds, encouraging some and demoralizing others... when it was activated, she had done her duty as a Chosen One and stopped the device from claiming everyone, sacrificing her own sanity to protect the others.... which meant absorbing the device into her, tormented by its creators and those that had previously mastered it. One voice against six...

"Because the effort and loss of the device after so long, so suddenly, would kill you," she muttered at the projection talking next to her. She accepted the holocron, looking at its unique design. A puzzle then... no a challenge. This entire meeting... of course.

The mindscape bled away, replaced with their actual reality of a battle waging on a world. Sitting in the field next to the former Queen, Taeli accepted the chocolates this time. She needed it to chase the fears and bad memories away. Her physical appearance was a bit ragged from her trip into the mindscape, but everything was clearer for her in a way now.

"I understand the test, and why you had to do it that way," she said, "but there are easier ways of asking for help." She popped the chocolate into her mouth, and just allowed the dopamine to do its task of soothing her bruised mind. Eyes closed, face up at the sky.

"I won't use it, even after studying it," she admitted. "I won't even tell Kaine I have the design to build the Dread Masters' grandest device. And maybe next time, we can actually just play a game of chess and not go into hellish mindscapes. Oh..."

She looked over at the spot, far away, where the Star Destroyer was coming down... all according to plan.

"If you son is at Cassel Point, warn him to run now."

 

[Karina Lowe Legacy]

Location: HIMS Baneful, the Bridge.
Allies: TSE - AMCO | Ellie Mors | Ingrid L'lerim | Kiber Dorn | Lark | Orion Darkstar
Enemies: NIO - Careena Fett | Avernus | Knight | LT-137 | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | @ Ra Vizsla
Objective: OBJ 2 - Accept what's coming. Face the music. Die with honour.

We accept this duty. And we know it is our highest honour to die for our Legion.
- The Legionnaires Handbook, Chapter 1​

The rush of adrenaline, the spiking panic that had come with the realisation that the Baneful was hurtling towards Borosk, steered into a collision course, had faded, leaving Legate Lowe feeling strangely empty. Was this what the Sith had planned all along, or was this just a last-ditch attempt to hit their enemy where it hurt? Karina didn't know, and, she supposed, it didn't really matter in the end.

On the other side of the door, her fellow soldiers were fighting desperately to hold off the New Imperial advance. But, Karina realised, comprehension dawning, that was pointless too. The ship was already descending, the controls already locked. It was inevitable now, the collision, what came next. Karina turned around and marched to the door, punching in the code and ordering the rest of her company inside with short clipped tones. "Get inside. Let them come. The door will hold." Her voice sounded hollow. The Legionnaires pulled back inside with obvious relief. Karina turned away from them, not wanting to witness the moment they realised they were going to die regardless.

Silently, Karina moved around the trenches, past the middle of the Bridge where Darth Alekto was confronting the intruder. She was aware of her squad following her, those who had been watching the hostile with, waiting to shoot, broke away to join the Legate. Karina stopped at the front of the Bridge, where the huge, wide viewport was now almost filled with the surface of Borosk growing ever closer, the hulking mass of the star destroyer falling inexorably towards it, with Karina and her Legionnaires the unfortunate loyalists taken along for the ride.

She sat heavily, laying her weapon down beside her. Vaguely she was aware of her company sitting beside her, laying down their weapons, taking off their helmets. The battle for Borosk, the New Imperials, the whole war, it all seemed to matter very little at that moment. They had been betrayed by those they fought for, used as bait. The Sith did not care about them. They would all die for the sake of springing a trap.

"Lady Alekto?" Karina heard one of her soldiers addressing the Triumvir, no doubt looking for orders, advice, guidance.

Foolish.

"Leave it." Karina said. She wondered what would happen to the Sith, but such people had ways of surviving even cataclysms like this. No, it would be Karina and her Legionnaires, those not gifted with the Force. They would be the ones who would die for those who did.

Such was their responsibility.

She heard a thud at the door outside. The New Imperials had reached the entrance to the Bridge. Karina glanced back at it. They would impact the surface before they broke through, and even if they did make it in time, they would not be able to arrest the ship's motion, not now.

She lifted her commlink, broadcasting on all available channels. "All personnel aboard the HIMS Baneful- Evacuate immediately via escape pods. Use routes on decks 1-2 and 5-7, surface impact imminent, do not delay." The order was insubordination, treason even. But, Karina was going to die anyway. There hadn't been a whisper from Sith command, perhaps they didn't want to give the game away, but not everybody had to die.

It was all too late. Karina felt a bitter twist in her stomach. All of those who had warned her, who had told her to leave the Legion and find something safer, to cling to her privilege and live happily in the Empire, they had been right. Her sister, her parents, their constant admonishments and disapprovals, it had all been right.

Karina had ignored it on Kintan, she'd ignored it on Moridinae- Mandalore, on Mygeeto. Each campaign she'd brushed with death, and counted herself lucky for surviving without truly realising it would catch up with her eventually. She'd told herself she knew the danger, but arrogantly Karina had always thought she would be alright.

Naive.

The surface loomed large. It was filling the entire viewport now.

A small point on the ground- a little blip, was growing as they sunk. That was point Cassel. Perhaps whoever had planned this intended to hit it. Karina wouldn't be surprised, that was just the kind of punishment the Sith deemed fitting for resisting their will. There was a flash from the base below, and another. The vessel shuddered and shook, and Karina watch impassively as pieces sheared off. Still the base fired upwards, its hypervelocity cannon desperately trying to dismantle the star destroyer as it sailed down towards them. A fruitless effort.

A couple of her Legionnaires were pacing, but most were sitting with her. Several were crying, that was understandable. If Karina had eyes, or tear ducts, she would no doubt be one of them. As it was she just sat still, looking out the viewport. There was a sudden bang. Apparently, one of the soldiers had decided to go on their own terms. Admirable.

The heat was suffocating now, the atmosphere blazing against the ship as it roared into the atmosphere. The air singed her skin where it was exposed. Her comrades pulled on their helmets hurriedly, delaying the end. Karina's skin burned, but her armour protected her where it counted.

She didn't break her gaze from the surface below, but she spoke grimly to the twenty-odd assembled Legionnaires. "You have all been very brave. Your families will be proud of you." Karina spoke not of the Sith, not of the Legion nor the Empire. All of that felt empty now.

They were so close now. The whole ship was shaking from the cannon fire. It was beginning to break apart. Huge sections were shearing off the bow, falling beside the mass of the Baneful.

Karina pushed aside her feelings of regret and foolishness, turning away from the viewport to take one last look at the soldiers, her soldiers. They had stayed together, solemn and united. There was something to be said for that.

"Goodbye, Legionnaires." Said Legate Karina Lowe, but her words were drowned out by the sudden shouts as what remained of the HIMS Baneful collided with Point Cassel. The rest was lost in darkness.

 

[Melia Siari]

Brand of Thyferra

Battlecruisers Destroyers Cruisers Frigates Corvettes Deployed Smallcraft

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  • Goliath-II class Super Star Dreadnought (30 Attack Craft Squadrons & 1 Incapacitator-class Cruiser)
  • Sith Saber II - Autarch-class Siege Breaker (20 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Dread Councilor - Autarch-class Siege Breaker (20 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Erasure - Autarch-class Siege Breaker (20 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Nimbus IV - Potentate-class Carrier Battlecruiser (45 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Maelstrom - World Despoiler (42 Attack Craft Squadrons)
• 
  
  • Tormentor I - Tormentor-class Star Destroyer (6 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Tormentor II - Tormentor-class Star Destroyer (6 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Tormentor III - Tormentor-class Star Destroyer (6 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Tormentor IV - Tormentor-class Star Destroyer (6 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Tormentor V - Tormentor-class Star Destroyer (6 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Tormentor VI - Tormentor-class Star Destroyer (6 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Marred Pride - Marr II-class Star Destroyer (8 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Marred Trust - Marr II-class Star Destroyer (8 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Marred Glory - Marr II-class Star Destroyer (8 Attack Craft Squadrons)
• 
  
  • Reach I - Longbow-Class Cruiser (0 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Reach II - Longbow-Class Cruiser (0 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Reach III - Longbow-Class Cruiser (0 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Reach IV - Longbow-Class Cruiser (0 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Reach V - Longbow-Class Cruiser (0 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Invader I - Eradicator-Class Cruiser (1 Attack Craft Squadron)
  • Invader II - Eradicator-Class Cruiser (1 Attack Craft Squadron)
  • Invader III - Eradicator-Class Cruiser (1 Attack Craft Squadron)
  • Invader IV - Eradicator-Class Cruiser (1 Attack Craft Squadron)
• 
  
  • Testudo I - Athena-class Shield Frigate (0 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Testudo II - Athena-class Shield Frigate (0 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Testudo III - Athena-class Shield Frigate (0 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Testudo IV - Athena-class Shield Frigate (0 Attack Craft Squadrons)
  • Testudo V - Athena-class Shield Frigate (0 Attack Craft Squadrons)
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  None
  
• 
  
  • 87 Squadrons - Sith-Imperial Strike Fighter
  
  

Location: Goliath-II, Bridge
Allies: The Sith Empire | Thaelius , Moon Seo-Yun
Enemies: New Imperial Order & Allies | Marlon Sularen , Dracken Pryce , Lirranne Isaris , Irveric Tavlar (NPC Orbital Group trying to tractor the Baneful)
Objective: Queen Takes King
Theme: V E N D E T T A

There was little in her way here - the Alliance forces had been too scattered, too uncoordinated, to pose an effective resistance, and the New Imperial Order were as distracted by the downward turn of the Baneful as Alekto had turned it towards the planet as was the plan. The corner of her lips slowly curled up into a smile as she rose from her position in the bridge. It was, on the surface, an excellent plan to send in ships that were already in orbit to try to slow the descent of the Baneful, she would have done the same had she been in their shoes, but there was a saying that had been building ever since Melia's rapid ascent to Admirallis had begun - never turn your back on the Zeltron when her focus is on you.

Forgetting about the Sith Armada and hoping beyond hope to stop the rapid descent of an eighteen-hundred meter star destroyer as it careened towards the planet's surface was a lost cause and a terrible mistake - one which she would turn fatal. "Direct the rest of the Brand of Thyferra to focus their assault on the defense fleet, I want our Alliance and New Imperial friends to think we're still playing the game of capture the flag." The Zeltron ordered as she made her slow descent down the ramp that led up from the control deck to her command seat at the center of the bridge. Straight ahead, visible through the control viewport, was the planet of Borosk and between it and her was the other capital ships in orbit beginning to coalesce on the Baneful. A pity that Star Destroyers were so slow, particularly so close to the atmosphere of a planet, an atmosphere that the ship they were attempting to reach was already within.

"Fire the Decimation I." She said.

Looks were shared around the control deck, but the protective covering was lifted from the control switch for the ship's superlaser without further hesitation. They were slightly off course, the ship she wanted taken out of the picture was still yet to reach their firing arc, but given the short delay between her order and the time it would take for the ship to fire its superlaser the destroyer moving to tractor the Baneful would enter the firing arc all on its own. "Firing in T minus fourteen.." The voice of some nameless weapon tech droned on, words lost to her ears as she turned her gaze towards the battlecruisers that were beginning to fire everything they had at the rest of the ships defending the planet from the Sith assault.

The Sith Saber II, a refitted Autarch that had been given its designated name change following the repairs at the conflict over PL, along with the Dread Councilor and Erasure combined their might by firing their devastating autocannons together on the larger of the ships that were now moving towards the planet, peppering them with the combined firepower that could have wiped much of the surface of Borosk from the world - a possibility she would pursue once they had routed the defense. Hundreds of starfighters disgorged from the Nimbus IV and Maelstrom, a cloud of fighters that moved to overwhelm the New Imperial fighter squadrons that stood in the way of progress.

The Tormentor-class attack group and the Marr II-class group shifted from the position they had arrived in to move towards the main Alliance force, firing everything they had on them while the Longbow-class group broke away and turned their coil guns on those Destroyers that were naive enough to believe they could tow the careening Baneful without accounting for the assault force that had already put them on the ropes.

"T-minus three.. two.. one.." Returned the voice to the Zeltron's ears as she turned her gaze back towards the sight of the ship which bore her former superior. "Queen takes King." She whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction, as the blinding flash of energy burst from the front of the Goliath II and bridged the gap of space between it and the planet in less than a handful of seconds - cutting clean through the center of the Destroyer closest to the Baneful, doubtlessly lighting up the sky with a brilliant display as it, the ship that had been attempting to slow the descent of the Baneful, began to fall itself - now it would be a choice between saving the crew of the ship they had sent, and stop its descent, or to stop the descent of the Baneful and prevent the command elements that had attempted to board it from dying in a blaze of glory. An impossible choice to some, but a perfect choice to her.

It mattered little to her which ship went down, only that the spite of the Sith Empire was felt with fire and death.

 

[Ellie Mors]

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Location: HIMS Baneful
Objective: Checkmate
Allies: The Sith Empire | Orion Darkstar AMCO Ingrid L'lerim Lark Karina Lowe Kiber Dorn Darth Prazutis Djorn Bline Lord Venari Allyson Locke Adriana Fortemps Taeli Raaf Kalanda Tishire Lirka Ka
Enemies: New Imperial Order | Avernus Careena Fett Ra Vizsla Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt LT-137 Théodoro Atlas Kane Irveric Tavlar Hunter Blackburn Aerith Castiella Ryv Loske Treicolt Maynard Treicolt Hont Atellies Spencer Varanin
Equipment: Amphistaffs, Tsaisi, Saberstaff
Theme: Eat You Alive

The collision with the hypervelocity cannon's projectiles shook the Baneful to its core, and, though the ventral hull had been where the destroyer had been struck, the vibration from the damage below shattered the transparisteel as the ship pushed down on the atmosphere of the planet. Sweltering heat swept into the bridge and instantaneously burned the clothing from her back and singed her flesh as she stepped back - away from her blonde foe. Her right hand, still on its downward path from letting loose the venom from the mouth of the amphistaff that was coiled around her arm, pushed down on a set of keys which sat on the firing panel behind her.

"Checkmate." She shouted over the suffocatingly hot gust of air, struggling to maintain confidence amid the pain - the pain of her flesh searing from the heat of atmospheric re-entry. She wasn't able to turn around to watch their rapid descent towards the Cassel Point below, to see the Empire's plan come to fruition, and even if she could her eyes would have melted from their sockets - as her skin did when her scale-covered hand pushed down on the key that deployed the ship's missile tubes and fired them on the target that had made itself vulnerable to doing so by firing on the ship in the first place.

She assumed it had been Hont Atellies , acting on his predictably traitorous behavior that he'd outed himself with during the formation of the Circle, but it mattered little as long as the cannon had fired on the Baneful, taking down its shields and opening it up to return fire to rid the New Imperial Order of their single greatest defensive emplacement on the planet - a defensive emplacement that could have, otherwise, provided enough shielding to hypothetically provide a slim chance of survival for those in the facility below had they gathered within its shield.

Instead they had fired the cannon, lowered its shields, as she had hoped.

Unlike Karina Lowe, Alekto did not have the luxury to experience the collision with the surface of the planet. The heat of reentry filling the bridge had already blinded her, and though she could feel out with the force she was conserving it for what came after - drawing on the panic, the fear, pain, and countless deaths caused already by their descent into herself with the dark side of the force. She lost consciousness some moments before the nose of the Baneful made landfall, her body little more than a smoldering corpse by then - whether Avernus had stayed and tried to cut her down, despite the inevitability of death she faced, or fled for his own safety was lost to her - she only felt the burning, cleansing, flame of absolution.

It was only in the purging flame of retribution, the destruction of their sins, that the Sith Empire could ever bring itself to forgive the New Imperial Order - this would be their chance to beg for it, lest they welcome more destruction on a scale grander than this.

 

[Hont Atellies]

Location: Cassel Point
Objective: Hold out until Evac arrives.
Allies: NIO, the deserted legions. (3)
Enemies: TSE
Notable Friends Nearby (Known or Unknown): Agrippa Irveric Tavlar Konrad Bolter

“Commander ( Agrippa ), Whatever your name is, I have a legion coming with evac ships so you can continue the fight elsewhere on the planet. The Baneful can be resisted by the shield your using, I was an engineer I know, but it will have to be manned by someone with a second battery, The shield will blow and the core will too, but Cassel Point will remain, you need to get your and my men out of here now and return when I have saved this point. DO IT SOLDIER!”

As Hont said this he heard his holo-communicator go off, he opened it.

“Hont, we have successfully arrived with the ships, we can store everyone there, what do we do?”

“I am gonna keep Cassel Point, and the shield will force the ship to explode itself, denying the Sith there last chance to screw us over. They may take my life, but they will never win this war.”

“Empire above all...”

“Empire above all.”

“Oh, and see if you open comms with whoever is on the Baneful.”

 

[Ra Vizsla]

COMMANDER VIZSLA

| Image by @Khonsu |


// IRON_FURNACE // IN SUPPORT OF // NIO DROP
// GARRISON COHESION //: Mandalorian
// OBJECTIVE //: HIMS BANEFUL
ALLIES | NIO | SONS OF MANDALORE | Careena Fett
ENEMIES | TSE | Darth Prazutis

Thrown into zero G, fighting for the escape pods.

Ra threw a Stormtrooper out of his way.

The BANEFUL had turned into absolute chaos. What a ridiculous trap - at the cost of how many clones?

He wondered who planned this brilliant display of Sith strategy as he kicked another Clone out of the way, sailing down the hall to the escape pods.

Who was the Sith?

Who were those Mandalorians?

Were they clones of Ra?

The door to the escape pod slammed shut, and the lever pulled. Detaching, Ra flew off to join his fleet, staring through the pod's sole window back at the crashing ship.

Was that the Sith he was looking for?

 

[Agrippa]

The Aftermath...

We pulled the Company and what remained of the 908th from the ramparts to the underground. The Sith, suicidal as they were, overran us the moment we retreated, despite the looming and falling star destroyer in the sky. Heavy casualties. I think that day I realized what Irveric Tavlar was fighting for. The nonchalant hand of the Sith sending the expendable fathers, sons, mothers and daughters to their doom; the Sith's disregard for the lives of their soldiers, while they stood behind in the safety of their palaces, was a price they would pay with their lives when we get our hands on them.

Not if.

When.

I, and the Company by extension, never understood or fully believed in ideals except those of credits and honoring contracts.

What we do understand, though, is retribution.

Bastion will fall.

[The_End]

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Claxons blared on the bridge of the Starchild II as lances of turbolaser fire and dozens of loose comets flared overhead. The shields of the mobile dock had long since been cracked and he'd watched as the Agni Kai took near-fatal damage before Pryce ordered all Alliance forces to retreat. That was when he saw it, or rather his VI saw it. The shimmering holographic form of Garvey materialized before him from one of the myriad of miniature holoprojectors on the bridge.

"Admiral," he said, his voice the most serious he'd ever heard it, "The planetary shield is down. We need to get out of here. YOU need to get out of here."

"Power surge coming from the Goliath!" A blinding flash erupted from the prow of the massive Sith dreadnought coalescing into one of the single most devastating displays of firepower the Galaxy had to offer. It crashed through Sith, New Imperial, and Galactic Alliance ships alike before cracking the Baneful. The rapidly expanding heat and gas buffeted through the aether and causing turbulence more akin to that of a planet's atmosphere causing the entire battlecruiser to shudder.

"What's that?" Pryce didn't know who's voice it was but knew immediately what they were talking about. A chunk of an interdictor's generator hurtled at them at speeds one would expect from an interceptor. It exploded through the bridge generating a hurricane that sucked dozens of his crew from their seats and ripped chairs and consoles from their deck plates. Screams filled the rapidly thinning air and Pryce felt himself flying towards certain death when suddenly he felt the metallic grip of an Alliance security droid. He watched as his first officer was ripped from the guard rail he was holding on to, cracking his head on a console before tumbling into the void, a trail of blood following behind. A voice in his ear reminded him that he was still alive.

"Pryce. You need to get out of here. I can't close the viewport because of that reactor is in the way. The entire bridge crew is gone Drack. And the Starchild's going soon too. Something took out our shield generators and their destroyers are targeting us."

"What're you-" He didn't have a choice. Garvey was remotely controlling the droid and pulling him through to the next room, its magnetized feet clamping down with heavy footfalls.

"I'll do what I can. I've already called the abandon ship."

"Garvey I-"

"Say hey to the missus for me." The droid shoved the Admiral through the open blast doors before they shut, bisecting the droid's mechanical arm. A dull explosion came from behind him as something exploded, destroying the rest of the bridge and leaving it open to the vacuum of space. He ran as fast as he could as the Starchild II, his home since Kuat fell apart around him. Escape pods jettisoned from the sides of the massive Corellian battlecruiser as turbolaser fire rained on it and the deep dock, eroding armor plating and melting away durasteel. He watched from his escape pod along with a few members from down in engineering. He watched as Garvey fired every turbolaser and missile silo the vessel had left before ultimately it cracked from bow to stern. The last thing he saw before his escape pod's hyperdrive kicked in was the overwhelming shadow of the Sith Empire's armada as it surrounded the planet.