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

[Careena Fett]

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C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Space​

| Objective | Board the HIMS Baneful​

| Company | Ra Vizsla / NIO Boarders​

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Anticipation was in the air, adrenaline coursing through her veins, and yet through it all, the Alor to Clan Fett retained her usual relaxed and calm atmosphere about her. She and a small detachment of the Sons of Mandalore had recently regrouped with New Imperial Order forces after an engagement against the Sith Empire on Wayland. While they were unsuccessful at repelling the Sith Empire, they still held their ground, showing that the Mandalorians would remain defiant and stand against them, no matter the odds. Their spirit and resolve would never be shattered by the Sith Empire, for they stood united as the Sons of Mandalore.​

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Careena slotted some Tibanna gas cartridges onto her belt, along with several cartridges of Yossubi Gas, more so for protection against the Force that the Sith were so fond of using than their traditional application. Her usual rifle would be ill-suited for combat onboard the Star Destroyer, so she would largely be relying on her blaster pistols and beskads for combat. A quick check of her equipment would confirm that everything was ready and in excellent condition for the battle ahead. She had been informed that the Sith Empire had launched a counteroffensive after their recent loss at Mygeeto and Muunnilinst.​

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Careena glanced over at Ra Vizsla, a look of both intrigue and apprehensiveness on her face concealed beneath her helmet. She was distrustful of the former Mand'alor considering his followers within the Death Watch had aligned themselves with the Sith Empire, but she would keep her grievances to herself. For now, all that mattered was fighting the Sith Empire tooth and claw. She had opted to not take any Imperial stormtroopers under her charge, instead only selecting members of her own clan and those that were trusted within the Sons of Mandalore to be part of her boarding party. ​

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She mounted her snow-white Basilisk war droid, patting the mount on the side of its neck as she muttered a self battle chant before sitting upright. She'd glance over her shoulder as she looked at the dozen Mandalorians mounted on their Basilisk War Droids. The Sith Empire had made a grave error making enemies of the Mandalorians. They would be shown what a warrior backed into a corner with nothing to lose was capable of. Careena's voice would be heard over the comms of those following her in Mando'a, a simple yet effective battlecry, <<" To war! ">>​

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[ P a g e C l a i m ]

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[Lark]

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Allies: TSE and Orion Darkstar
Enemies: NIO and Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt and Careena Fett
Location: HIMS Baneful
Objective: Defeat the Intruders

Lark sat alone in a study adjacent to his quarters within the HIMS Baneful, but the time for more intensive study had passed. A bit of leisure before his eyes grew too heavy might actually help him sleep easier. He idly swiped through a database hoping that some subject would catch his attention, although he could really only find general histories and logs that he had read before. Huh, that one might be worth a shot. It was a log concerning the fluxes in slavery within different parts of the galaxy in the past decade, a topic Lark almost forced himself to have an intense interest in. The more he could understand about the patterns and mindsets of slavers, the better chance he had to track one down.

But before Lark could so much as skip over the dedication page, alarms and flashing lights destroyed the quiet atmosphere. He could hear shouts from nearby corridors, the thundering footsteps of Sith soldiers rushing to positions told him everything he needed to know. He sighed audibly, before committing the name of the log to memory. Once he helped clean this mess up he could return to more personal matters.

This is no cause for irritation, a voice within him whispered. Subtly, he felt his mind become altered, whatever annoyance he had felt upon being disturbed melted away. You see it, don't you? This is a wondrous, beautiful occasion! What better way to sow discord within their ranks, then by having them fail so spectacularly?

Their corpses shall be a monument to the NIO's failures.

Lightly humming a sweet tune to himself, Lark grabbed his enchanted blade and nearly skipped out of his room. He hadn't brought his Necronomicon with him, such a weapon on the Empire's own vessel might have caused more harm than necessary. So when he felt the presence of Sithspawn, it felt strange that the vile sensation wasn't coming from him for once. But upon rounding a few corners, Lark did recognize the one responsible. He hadn't seen Orion in quite a while, but the two had trained together often in their more formative time within the Empire.

"The Maelridae and the Warghest, two of my favorites," Lark said approvingly as he approached Orion. His voice was gentle, as normal, but the voice in his head was right. This was something to be excited about. So there was a more playful side to him at the moment as well. "Let's see what we've learned."

 

[Konrad Bolter]

// NOMAD //: 12th Armored Assault
// OBJECTIVE //: Cassel Point | The Ramparts
// ALLIES | NIO //: Agrippa
// ENEMY | TSE //: Hont Atellies | Madelyn Lowe
Tank | Armor | Pistol

N O M A D _ A C T U A L
R U S T Y _ C A G E

Once in the frying pan, now in the fire. Again. He'd been diverted back from the front for a rest and reprieve. Following the initial stages of the assault on Harnaidan, it was Treicolt and the Sovereign Imperator who administrated a great deal of the strategic scale stratagem concerning ground based operations on Muunilinst were concerned.

At the reins of the shattered remnants of a Legion broken and wavering at the first taste of their own blood, Waylon was now commander of this dumpster fire. As soon as the Sith dropped the hammer down unto Borosk, the 908th scattered into hopeless ruination. It was up to Treicolt to right the ship. Hearing the word that his comrade in the Sovereign Imperator had come with the squadron of Gladius gunships to aid him personally, it was a short respite. Even if his cousin was in the blood and gore below.

Peering over to Agrippa just as he began to pace his way from the Combat Information Center the Mantellian stormtrooper received that flat gaze of the tank trooper. Treicolt was seemingly ready to lead from the front lines himself.

<"Lieutenant."> He remarked, his agrarian Concord Dawn accent a harsh cut of a contrast from usual Imperial form. Not as if Agrippa wasn't familiar with the armored commander's voice.

<"It's looking what it looks like."> Shit. They were resolute among the durasteel and shielding layers of the fortress but they lost their footing with each passing moment. Like two boxers pent together in the ring, The New Imperials were backed into a corner as punch after punch struck them in the chest, in the gut. They were being winded immediately. They had to move, had to act if they were going to prevail.

<"Keep your NCOs where you've put em, organize best we can...we got good fighting outside the walls still, they're getting aggressive. I'm going to pull together a formation to meet their lines and draw them back into the fortress. Feign a retreat, bait em in. In that time, I need everything rigged best we can to take the brunt. Only a matter of time before they have a real breach in the walls anyway so we might as well set it on our terms."> The Major General remarked before with a lead of a motion of his hand he began to make from the CIC and into the madness and commotion of the nearest corridor.

<"Vidage Actual is going to take over CIC control once he's on point. I'm taking the fight outside the walls. Last tap on the holomap showed there was Sith gearing up for a push. Take whatever you need and hold them up, if you can coordinate tougher ground getting set behind you then pace em at will. Other than, I got nothing else for you, Agrippa. We're outnumbered who-the-hell-knows to one so you won't have to look far to find one to put down. Give em hell."> Waylon said before he embarked down into one of the vehicle hangar bays still untouched by any artillery fire. Finding himself in the commander's seat of a Cataphract again his crew were the next to funnel into the vehicle, taking hold of the reins of the tank before the HUD and each of the other indicators, sensors and gauges lit up before him as he heard the low hum of the repulsorlifts in the vehicle's belly spark to life. His kin, the Jedi Maynard Treicolt was on the front lines. He'd be damned if he wasn't going to back him up as every indicator from the CIC indicated an entire Sith Imperial Legion was fitted to bear down unto Cassel Point along with the initial assault force. All Waylon could think, in the wise words of Hunter Blackburn

Good, let them come.

 

[Lord Venari]

Location: Borosk, 200m outside rampart walls.
Objective: Infiltrate Cassel Point
Gear: In Bio
Allies: TSE & Allies
Enemies: NIO & Allies, DK-03

Before the legionnaire escort could join the front they were met with a cascade of New Imperials. For each struck down another two took its place. The Sith legionnaires dug in behind the natural cover provided by earth and jutted stone. Still, the dropship took fire as it pulled back into the skies. With the whip of Venari's hand he seized a trio of enemy soldiers, lifting them into where their fearful cries grasped the attention of their traitorous brethren. A closed fist saw their spines snap and their corpses return to ground. With the briefest pause Sith troops returned fire, riddling four more enemies with dark charred craters in their gear. They fell beside their fallen comrades.

It was but a hushed whisper in the dark that invited the Sith Lord's attention away from the scene. Just atop the slightest of hills a singular gray form clad in the wide set dark trooper gear unleashed a torrent of blaster fire. With him, the rest of the local N-imp troops rallied and attempted another push, adding their own searing bolts to the mix. The first pair of bolts from the larger trooper slapped into Venari's robes snatching him off the ground and carrying him back several meters. A heavy wind rustled against his flying form but he was the master of his body. The Sith lord spun midair and with a jutted hand, dug into the soil. Assisted by the force he righted himself upon landing. The ribs along his right side pounded with a coursing pain and while the alchemized fibers of his robes protected from the worst, kinetic transference saw damage done. As the minigun spat more fire his way the Sith Lord raised his hands into the air once more. The corpses of the false imperials floated from the ground; stone was ripped from the earth. With another fist the floating cover condensed into a small wall between legion and the traitors. A myriad of bolts caused breached but each was plugged immediately until the bulk of fire calmed.

Over teamcom he uttered, "Make ready," and was met with a series of acknowledgements from the escort.

Thrusting his hands ahead the wall blew apart raining the debris and the dead across their enemies. Sith Legionnaires opened fire once more tearing into the small NIO force. With enhanced speed Venari charged the largest of the prey. Twin lightsabers unhooked themselves from the back of this belt and ignited, spinning ahead toward the dark trooper. Piercing the veil of the physical and gazing upon his enemies through the force, Venari saw - nothing. An anomaly. Lessons past dictated a careful approach. Sprinting beyond the armor clad foe, Venari spun and released another tendril of bogan power. Information was key, how would this anomaly react to the draining powers of the dark.

 

[Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt]

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//Legion Commander Voi’kryt//
//Objective II : Boarding the HIMS Baleful
//Focus : Avernus Orion Darkstar
//Nearby : Lark Careena Fett
//Gear : Armor - Hand Of God - Melee - Rifle - Side Arm - 'Void' Grenades - 'Null' Grenades - Light Saber
//Company : Twenty Good Men
//Thematic : The Art Of War

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The call to charge died on her lips as Avernus shouldered up through the rank, halting her step to consider him-her lip curled up into a silent sneer. Boarding squads pushing up all around them. The very perversion he inflicted upon her mind space enough to snap the cord and in one fell swoop she pushed back-a rush of her own physe if only to serve a warning unto him; to throw it all back in his face. A burning sensation rising from the center between both eyes.

“What do you think I'm going to do? But I can either lead these men to objective or suffer you in a rat race to go head hunting-I can not possibly do both Master,” Lyra answered him, voice strained, the words were ashes on her tongue-words ground out filtering from the helmet and she hissed his honorific.

It was her restraint that kept her from hunting him down like a dog, yet, and if the Sith knew that or not she wasn’t concerned. It was a vehement promise. If he so desired to see her mind unfettered, that day would come soon enough and irrationality slunk around the recess of her mind. Only when this life of service was complete. Only then would she be able to put to rest her loyalties and truly be free.

Keeping her visor squarely ahead, smokey and the fiery defense of blaster hailing the edges of their transport and she tensed. She sensed the uneasy shuffle of the soldiers behind her, she was not hiding her ties-they’d either be dead or too terrified to break their silence by the end of this. It was a disgusting reassurance...

Clinging to a semblance of order, her eyes narrowing. The drowning anger and detachment bubbling in her chest, that would be the easiest route and who would be there to reprimand her? Efficiency above moral. With the slightest tilt of her helmet regarding him, you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks and the moment the saber ignited. Her boot slid back over the grate, tilting her rifle out of the reach of his violent flourish of blade-dodging. Finger fluttering over the trigger, the heat of the plasma nigh brushing the tenebrae that encased her and her adrenaline started pumping.

She ought to gun him down here and now. The very notion of his training..it was more like someone dumping fuel on a man and igniting it. She was tethered by oaths unlike the Sith that haunted her sides, their presence smothering. She could not deny she wanted the same but her avenue to achievement was far more streamlined.

”Don’t fret though, I will.”

The parting encouragements from the Inquisitor Kascalion Giedfield had cemented far more than her Master knew. She had enough shards to pluck from her hurt, and her numbness was masked by the mission; to see the job through..

Though Avernus’s warning had all been carved into her on the planet under fire beneath their very feet, the day he had applied a taste of pure cascading lightning she had learned her second lesson. A phantom pain was washing over her and her grip tightened on the stock of the rifle; the metal creaking under her servo. An overwhelming revulsion filled her. That was all she really needed and she slipped her arm through the strap, shouldering the weapon.

Descending the ramp after the Sith Lord as he paraded through the fire, Lyra hailed the boarding party forward with a heavy gauntlet. Channeling the force, a ripple in the water as the hum of the heavy blasters grew. The bleak hangar was soon cut in a swarth as two quick bursts of red bolts hammered out from the shock troopers. A piece of machinery going up in sparks over the heads of their opposition, the burst dropping the unfortunate Legionaire caught in the rounds. The troopers on her flank a thundering herd as they sprinted across the hangar, the fray they charged in to reflected by the polished steel under heel.

<<”Heavy guns alternate your bursts, don’t burn your barrels-fire teams fan out and cover them. We take this hangar then we find the hyperdrive!”>> Lyra ordered over through the team's comms, giving them a directive as the HUD flashed, the radar reading their signals and establishing a localized map. They did not have the numbers but they were by no means out classed. Her hands flexed, her heart steadily rising as she pooled her focus in to the wires of her servo; charging unarmed.

Squads of Legionnaires spilled out from the halls ahead, their black frames stark differences to the looming walls. The Sith-Imperial teams weaving and taking cover along the blast doors amidst the hardware, trading fire trying to hamper their assault. The docking space large and the echoes of battle sung out, Lyra kept her head low urging the men on through the hail of plasma. Focusing her breath, the initial burst they weathered, at this range it was a game of spray and pray. The main corridor ahead and through the chaos the A.I began to highlight something in thin line and code; identifying.. Through the faceless sea of loyalists, something weaved on the edge of battle and a warning flashed across her screen.

Sith Spawn. ​

The horrors of the beginning of this campaign coming back around, and through the haze of battle she made out the likes of Orion Darkstar . A horrible-choked noise escaped her the echos of snapping bones in the back of her mind. Lyra took the Sith’s words to heart, her left hand seeking out the lightsaber strapped onto her chest-hesitation was death and the curved handle was smooth in hand. Perhaps she would not lose this one to a beast. Her thumb brushed over the switch, a vivid red beam erupting and her arm rose with the blade; bringing it to guard.

<<"We've got a Cloak boys, focus the Legion and watch yourselves!">> she snarled, readying herself. The troopers of the 'Fife' flying past with their orders, skirting the hangar-hulking with their weapons to draw the heat away with blasters firing.

Seeing the crimson blade in hand, Lyra felt the first ripple under her skin-setting her nerves afire as she hefted her dark gauntlet up channeling all the thoughts that had gone bump in the night since Muunilinst.. A high whining charge emitting through her servo as electricity pooled in her hand, she wasn't the cornered soldier in the street any more. The woman casted the hand out above. Stray blaster bolts whizzing past, and her shoulder was caught by a blast, jerking aside stumbling..she caught herself pressing forward.

A faint burning absorbed by the plating and thermal gel.

Taking the pain and funneling through her very bones, she could survive it and the burns and the scars... A surge of power released in the form a pale violet arc of lighting. Lyra bore her teeth to the reflection of her screen, a noise of her rage-animalistic bubbling from her throat. Electricity dancing from her fingers, charged by the coils of the cybernetic that hummed over the audio receptors. Her gait slowing as her focus was torn between channeling as she terrorized what Legionnaires stood in her way with the cascade of lightning. Enjoying it truthfully with a growing, sickening fascination.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Meet the Summons
Qo an Kakija
Spencer Varanin
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The counter stroke against the New-Imperial offensive had been sound strategy. If Borosk and the surrounding sectors fell to the Sith, their entire strike up the Braxant run would be for naught. Months of sacrifice, reduced back to zero. Taeli had been all for it, enthusiastically so, as denying the rebels the chance to reach Bastion meant keeping her daughters safe, her home secure.

That was what was important to her at the moment, the bloodlust, to see this enemy driven before them... that was secondary. It would come, but there were mysteries behind the New-Imperials to solve still. But they would have to wait. The siege was progressing nicely, it would not be long, she hoped, but even still... one needed a few aces in the hole.

"Are we all set?" she asked General Tarkin. The man and his 173rd Legion were spitting for blood after Mygetto, and were not exactly picky about how they went about inflicting those casualties on the enemy. It had become personal for them. Borosk was to be the first place they would get a chance to mete out their revenge for the losses suffered.

"A few more minutes, my Lady," he said, handing her something that she placed in her pocket. "The engineers wanted to be doubly sure of their locations. Eldaah was scouting out a few more positions."

She nodded at his words... her head tilting as the currents of the Force...

Hurry Lady of Secrets! I cannot wait much longer for our date with destiny...

"My Lady?" Tarkin asked, looking at the Dark Councilor with something approaching concern or at least curiosity at what had caused her to pause. A summoning through the Force, powerful... a frown appeared. It would need to investigated, if what she felt was correct, it was not far away. Their reconnaissance had indicated some old ruins a few klicks away, an old church of some kind she had surmised. She turned in that direction, and the feeling of anticipation grew stronger. Something in the weave of the currents...

"Continue the work and assisting with the siege, Tarkin, but keep your distance until the signal. There is... something I need to investigate. Something I must do on my own."

In a rush of black smoke, she vanished from the command post, reappearing like a mist at the entrance to the ruined stone building. There was something about it that sung to that old historian heart of hers that her adoptive father had instilled in her. She probably would be happy, after the battle and if the Sith held the field, to study the ruins. But that was for another time.

The being who called her sat in one chair at the center of the courtyard, a chess set before her. A small smile started to form on her lips. Interesting, and yet... she could feel the power of this woman... and she knew that was in the presence of a legend. Not uttering a sound, she slowly walked to take the seat no doubt set for her, ruffling her skirt as she took it and her place behind sinister black.

"You called..." she trailed off, wanting the Echani before her to confirm her suspicions on her identity.

 

[Zaven Trask]

Objective: 1
Allies: Darth Vinaze Vora Kaar
Enemies: Lirka Ka
It had been an ironic twist of fate that Joker ended up on this rock. Borosk had an interesting history with him. His Ancestor had been a noob serving his first mission on the world in the name of the One Sith. Joining with a squad of his namesake attempting to take down Stormtroopers that served the Fel Empire in Exile. Now it had seemed that he himself was caught in a role reversal of sorts. While he himself did not participate in the Siege of Mygeeto, and the world of Muunilist, when news arrived of the Sith's insane counterattack upon Borosk. Joker felt a sense of duty, not only to the New Imperial Order, his fellow Novas, but also to that of his family. He read what he could of the old histories. Borosk was and is a fortified world but in the fight against the Sith. The world had lost twice to them. Twice had Imperials seeking to escape the oppression and cruelty of the Sith had died on this rock of a world.

He would do his damndest to make sure that there would not be a third time. That the line in the sand would be drawn here, he would defend this world till his last dying breath. If he had to take Sith with him so be it. But he couldn't just stand on the side lines doing nothing. He was a soldier, from a long line of soldiers. He would not allow the Sith to harm him or others fighting for freedom. When he had heard that the defense was itself a joint op with the Order's allies. The Galactic Alliance. It seemed as if History had repeated itself. Just as the One Sith fell to the Fel Empire, and Galactic Alliance. The Sith Empire would follow within that same pattern. While he didn't agree with them, at this point within the confines of the Fortress around them. He would accept all the help he can get, for this fight would not be like Mygeeto. This would be a short and bloody struggle for the control of this world. If they lost a third time, not only would they suffer yet another humiliating defeat in the history books, but both the Alliance and the Order's foothold within the Braxant Run would be broken by the attack in of itself.

There was a nervous calm that hung in the air. A calm that would soon end with the advancement of Sith Troopers approaching. The poor unfortunate fools that approached, they had no idea they have only used a cannon fodder for the Sith Empire. Joker would have at the very least. Obliged to put his foes out of their misery. Even now as he stood amongst his Sith allies. While unnerved at the thought of Sith Lord defectors within the New Order. It goes to show that not all Sith thought in the same way as Carnifex and his ilk. He did not mention a word to them. Only carrying several weapons on which he would use upon his enemy.

A Particle battle rifle firmly in his hands. He kept taking potshots at any Sith Trooper that they themselves dared to cross his path. All the while muttering under his breath. "Yeah you Sith Karks.. Come get some, I'll send all you Sons of Murglaks straight to hell. Only death lies this way." He said keeping a trained eye, unaware that a hulking brute would come across his path.

 

[Grigory Tallis]

Location: Cassel Point, Hangar #337
Objective: Vanguard Duty
Equipment: Strike Force Armour [x] | AK-57 Charric Rifle [x] | BH-Vibroknife [x] | BH-Pistol [x] | 8x IL-62G Grenades [x]
Opponent: Siv Dragr



"With all due respect sir, we should be reinforcing the perimeter with the rest of the platoon," Sergeant Juniper Glome began, eyeing the major as he paced up and down the hangar. His charric blaster hanging from his arm. The rest of squad one, seventh platoon, of the 52nd Army Legion looked, uneasy as their older officer paced up and down the cold durasteel flooring. Hangar #337 was far from the major fighting. Dug physically into the ground, it housed a few shuttles for the higher officers use to travel too and from the fortress. The troopers looked on edge while Grigory, cigar billowing smoke from between his yellowed teeth marched up and down. "If the Sith do land here, so what? He rolls up, we blast him to hell. Stormtroopers have their arses rolling all over. We don't need to be guarding the brass' limousi-"

Grigory shot Sergeant Glome a deadly glare with a snarl that'd make a rancor quiver. The Sergeant paused, and then her head fell. "You fail to understand sergeant, that if but one hostile combatant embeds his or herself behind us the trouble it can cause?" The veteran officer snapped, "Must I remind you of Cloud City?" The First Order veteran added. "One pack of Mandalorian savages almost derailed the evacuation effort of an entire sub-level because they caught the jump on us!" Tallis thundered, "Thousands could have died, the consequences could have been dire!" He then approached the soldiers, standing ready with their rifles, "No what we do now, is we wait, we hold on and we contain any attempt at infiltration."

Grigory took a large drag from his cigar, letting the acrid smoke waft over his face and up his nostrils, almost a dragon in the dimly lit hangar. "We do not move until we either are ordered to reinforce our comrades elsewhere or the threat eases itself." He clicked his tongue, "That is what we will do, Sergeant."

Glome was hardly impressed with answer and let her eyes roll, "Sir, this is the Sith." She began in a cool, calm voice, "The Sith Empire are hardly the one for the subtlety. Hell," She gestured to the open heavens, tinted a hazy blue by the hangars airlock, "They jumped an entire armada down our throats." She then leaned up and against the crate of hydrospanners she'd been situated against, "I don't think infiltration is in their uh..." he gestured forward, hand rolling around in circles, "Vocab. With all due respect sir."

Tallis sighed, and shook his head, "There's a reason sergeant, that I am commanding officer and you are not." He then cocked a wry grin toward the junior squad sergeant, "Always Sergeant, beware of old men in a young persons game." He drawled with rich smarm and satisfaction, "Now if you don't mind-!" Grigory paused as one of the other soldiers gestured to the sky.

"Ship, comin' in hot!" The army trooper barked. Grigory's eyes then looked to the sky. Private Jarret Morn was correct. There was a vessel. The older mans eyes focused in on it. Wasn't any sort of conventional New Imperial Order vessel he recognised. Could it be special forces? Tallis grabbed his rifle close, and mounted it against his shoulder. His answer with a concussive series of blasts from the vessels weapons systems that radiated an explosive shock. Immediately, Sergeant Glome and Morn were knocked down. The silo of engine coolant behind Morn detonated, sending the ragdoll of the trooper flying. The next blast slammed into a lambda-class shuttle and crushed the next two soldiers in a flaming vortex of debris.

Grigory, with all his strength dove to the ground behind a cargo terminal. The ships engines roared and then grew distant overhead, before returning for another strafing run. Tallis remained still, head faced to the ground as he lay in cover. He could feel the first wave of heat wash over him as more vessels exploded, then settling from just one wave into that of just a comfortable, residual warmth. The alarms now blared. Not those of the attack which had long run silent. But that of fire. They too were eclipsed as those engines pierced the airlock, and now settled. The army officer picked himself up, and watched as a gangplank extended from the ship. He then lay back down, feigning death. Just like Varonat. Wait until the enemy was looking away before one struck.

 

[Lirranne Isaris]

Prefsbelt sector - New Imperial Held Borosk
Far Orbit, Edge of System
14th Mobile Task Force: ANV With Desperate Glory
Objective 3 - Breaking Lines

Galactic Alliance Navy - 14th Mobile Task Force

Battle Division 148 Escort Carrier Squadron 481 Escort Group 482 Cruiser Squadrron 483 Support Group 484 Strikecraft

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  • ANV With Desperate Glory, MC81k Liberty Kai type Mon Calamari Star Cruiser
  • ANV Foerest Rising, Nebula II-class Star Destroyer
  • ANV Inanna, MC250b Eurydice type Mon Calamari Cruiser
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  • 3 x CR-37 FarStar Escort Carrier
  • 1 x Sacheen II Escort Frigate
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  • 2 x MCv110 Mon Calamari Corvette
  • 3 x Negotiator-class Light Cruiser
  • 2 x Nagata-class Heavy Corvette
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  • ANV XXX, Liberator II Light Cruiser
  • ANV YYY, Majestic II Heavy Cruiser
  • ANV ZZZ, Defender II Assault Carrier
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  • 2 x Agave Picket Ship
  • 1 x Hajen II Fleet Tender
  • 1 x Shieldship II Escort Cruiser
  • 3 x Avalon-class Corvette
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  • Defender II Starfighters
  • X-Wings
  • A-Wings
  • E-Wings
  • B-Wings
  • Y-Wings

"Status," she asked again, a little more urgency in her voice this time, even though it was still a stupid fucking question. Any fool with access to a display could see what was going on, but for some force-saken reason Lirri thought it was important that the formal reports be made and passed through the ships. After all, sticking to procedure was exactly how her and Mordred had managed their various disparate rebel groups and pseudo-pirate resistance fleet for years after the fall of the first Galactic Alliance.

Yeah fucking right.

One of the many junior operators currently hunched over their monitors in CIC had started rattling off a report, which Lirri heard, acknowledged at the right spots, and promptly let the words drift their her mind and get discarded with her exhales. It went something like this: "Fucking hell we left hyperspace just as a sithload of Sith showed up with interdictors. So now we're on the other side of the system from the 3rd Fleet, with Sith battlecruisers in between us and no way to flee. You've got three destroyers please don't get us killed for no reason." Maybe that was paraphrased a bit, but the key points were the same. Not for the first time, Lirri found herself pining for the days of hit and run raids, with no accountability and no responsibility except to get your ship clear.

She hastily gave orders to the accompanying ships, waiting for an acknowledgement from each one before moving on to the next. The Sith were putting out jamming energy like it was going out of style, and even at the relatively close ranges of a few thousand kilometers they were dropping chunks of messages. At least they had enough signal back to the 3rd Fleet to have an approximate idea of where they were, and some initial intel from picket ships and the Imperial Defense fleet. On the other hand, because this Battle Group was so new, they didn't have the Imperial ships up on IFF yet. Everyone had been briefed ahead of time about that of course, but that was back when they figured it was going to be a minor nuisance for coordination, not a life-or-death 'is that a friendly wedge or a bad one?'

Commander Hask Kuy'lis, commanding officer of the Nebula-class destroyer Foerost Rising, was a Bothan with a reputation for opinionated arrogance he'd done his best to prove true on their voyage from Anaxes. He also had a flawless tactical record, and a word from the mess was that he went out of his way to make sure his ship and his crew had only the best and newest gear, whether that meant going through proper channels or not. During the only joint training exercise the battle group had managed to run in their trip, the Foerost Rising had dramatically outperformed the other two capital ships, and Lirri had decided to give him some leeway on certain matters. Right now though, he was quiet, with an almost thoughtful look stretched across his alien face, awaiting her command.

Conversely Commander Jie Thoewesk of the Inanna was quiet and unassuming, even for a Gran. But the fact that they had been in military service for nearly thirty years but still only commanded probably meant something. Maybe. Not that Lirri had any place to cast stones, after all she'd technically staged a mutiny against her superiors back on Sluis Van, though in all fairness they had already abandoned their posts. Anyway the point was don't be too quick to judge the past, and Thoewesk had done nothing so far to make Lirri question her command.

Both of them were in holo-vid now, along with all the squadron commanders and most of the other ship captains. A quick planning conference had seemed like a good idea a bit ago. "I want to be clear to everyone here what's going on, and what our orders are. We're caught on the edge of an interdiction field, source unknown though we're working on that (there was a complex process to triangulate gravitronic waves and how an interdiction field warped space time to get a fix on a interdictor, but it took time. And hopefully it wasn't cloaked. Or occluded. Or... well there was more but whatever) and anyway, even if we could withdraw and leave the Imperials to their own problems, there's a friendly fleet out there that could use our help. Our first objective is to link up with the 3rd Fleet, our second is to locate and destroy an interdictor, or as many as it takes to clear a hole."

Hask glanced around at the assembly, saw nobody else making any movement, and cleared his throat. "Is there any indication the Sith know we're here?"

Lirranne shrugged. "We don't know. There's no welcoming party though." Hask nodded, like he'd expected that answer.

Preachy bastard, make your point already.

Why not just skip to hunting down one of their interdictors first? Trust Dracken Pryce to hold the line and take advantage of the opportunity when he sees it." The bothan paused a moment to push a tactical display of the system onto the screen. "We can take a quick gravity slingshot around the star and come in on the other side of the planet. If the interdictors are there to lock down the planet and everything in orbit, we have a good chance of catching them by surprise. Assuming they don't know we're coming."

Lirri didn't bother to argue, it was a good plan the man knew it. That he wanted everyone else to know it too was a character flaw, not a tactical one.

"Send your plans to all ships Commander Kuy'lis, the Foerost will take formation lead and pass initial acceleration vectors. I want the fleet ready to move out in 10 minutes." The holo-figures around her shouted their ascent, a chorus of 'aye-aye's' and vanished, with one bothan wearing a shit-eating grin as his image disappeared.

She didn't care. It was time to get into the fight.

Fleet Summary

Spoiler

Ships in TACON - 24
Ships Operational - 24
Squadrons in TACON - 50 (approximately 600 strikecraft)
Squadrons Operational - 50

 

[Hypatia Arresh]

Location: Borosk
Target: Madelyn Lowe | Proxy Eleanor Lowe
Allies by Circumstance: NIO
Enemies by Circumstance: TSE

The streets were cluttered as civilians ran for shelter, a scene that had played at least a million times throughout the galaxy over the past twenty years. The Mandalorian's armored boots pressed into the duracrete surface as she walked with purpose. Hypatia looked down at her hand, the tracking fob's signal was getting stronger, unfortunately the longer it took for her to reach her target - a Grand Moff. The more difficult it would be to capture her, Borosk found itself under the boot of one genocidal empire with yet another to shed that empire's blood. Hypatia stopped in her tracks, the sound of troopers not too far away forced the Bounty Hunter to wait, to listen for which direction they were coming from and where they were going. ​

​

Sith Imperials would be likely to shoot just for wearing beskar no matter its condition, the New Imperials - well, the BHG token might save her there. Might, being the keyword as anti-air emplacements would no doubt begin to tear at the sky once the Sith's Starfighters came screaming their way. Hypatia's patience paid off, a couple of squads of New Imperial stormtroopers heading toward Cassel Point. She double timed it toward her target which laid southwest of Cassel Point. A tier-five target, the Grand Moff would pay quite handsomely which meant that Hypatia might be able to get her hands on a block of beskar. Of course, she'd either need to find an armorer or learn the craft herself.​

​

Mirdir ori'suumyc, she thought to herself, Hypatia was thinking too far ahead. Bag the simp and hand them over the nimps and be done with it, move on to the next bounty, which the NIO had been gracious enough to supply plenty of. The streets leading toward Cassel Point were dry and more, and more stormtroopers worked their way to the defense. The Mandalorian recalled the schematics of the area to her helmet's hud, the T-shaped visor concealed the grin that appeared on Hypatia's face. She was getting closer to her target and the quietness of the streets were gone, in their place the orchestration of death brought on by the warring Imperials.​

​

She took a moment to find the best route possible, a way to get to her target without getting caught up in the crossfire. Hypatia looked at the schematics on the hud's mini map and surveyed the area around her. The Bounty Hunter would have to keep to the shadows, but she could make her way southwest - albeit a round about manner. First thing's first, and that was to register herself on the side of the NIO that'll at least keep one set of angry imps from firing on her and the other? Well, she would be sure to deliver them a message courtesy of Mandalorian wrist-rockets.​

 

[Amur]

Post: 1
Location: Cassel Point
Faction Objective: Obj 1: Eliminate NIO Force holding the facility
Allies: Kalanda Tishire Any TSE forces nearby
Enemies: Vora Kaar Darth Vinaze Any NIO Forces nearby
Gear: Listed in Character Bio
Currently: Preparing for the oncoming storm

Her hand was shaking. Staring down at the lone limb as nerves were jittering in a cry of uncertainty. A lapse of thinking caused her mind to try and reach out and calm it with the other hand, to massage it and care for it but instead there was only a tingling sensation in the air below her stub. Just a small moment among many that crept up here and there, but with it came a reminder. The price for the sin of losing control and losing one self in emotions and the darkside and how it can make one weak and vulnerable. Her mind steeled itself, the message understood once more. Don’t lose yourself, be better.

It had been something that was practically branded into her psyche now. She was more than eager to show it’s effect and with this thrust to seal off the salient and force an encirclement it felt like a prime opportunity to find a modicum of redemption for her and her empire’s failings on Mygeeto. Amur was ready for that. She wasn’t ready for who was taking her side in this endeavor. Kalanda. Now technically an apprentice to the knight but their bond was something that ran much deeper than a simple relationship of teacher and student. It was something that made her mutter those magic 3 words when death was knocking on her door. I love you.

It uplifted her and damned her to confess it, but to know the feelings were mutual and just as strong was like a shot of joy so desperately needed in her life. A small thing that consoled her during her lonely spell on the frozen spell of Mygeeto an extra bit of much needed warmth. It made her loss there all that more painful, and resulted in Amur dreading coming back to her like she was, well ashamed more like it.

Now they quietly stalked through the battlefield letting the distant sounds of war serve as the ambiance for their march towards the facility. The impending and ever constant assault having served as a wonderful distraction, and throughout the trek Amur knew that her Kala was by her side. Quickly Amur looked behind her shoulder just to check that Kala was fine, she was still there and with it Amur could exhale. She wasn’t used to to watching out for someone other than herself. Deep down though she knew that Kala wouldn’t leave her behind. Her mind though lingered and cut at her over why.

Another mistake raked over her mind only to be silenced as they rounded one of the many rocky outcrops and caught view of their insertion point. Behind them was the slaughterhouse that was the advancing Sith forces trying to breach the compound. The air was surprisingly calm at this spot like being trapped in the eye of a hurricane.

”That’s our point, remember we’ll be going in blind...” The Sith’s words trailed off as she pointed to the structure and one of it’s hallways. It was simple in plan, get in and cause chaos behind the NIO’s lines to help make their defences cave in. Still she couldn’t help but get a sense of dread looking upon the structure. A chill running down her spine signifying that something powerful lurked nearby. Normally this would merely be a note of consideration and nothing more for Amur but now her mind trailed into worst case imaginations most of them not involving her. She hesitated before turning back to Kalanda.

Amur’s hand reached out and squeezed Kalanda’s hand, already Amur could feel her chest inflate and her heart warm from the touch as she let her eyes just hang onto Kalanda’s face. ”To be honest I’m a little scared dear…” Amur confided to her, not sure if her throat would cooperate with anything more specific than that. ”... There’s a good chance this may not end well for either of us... “ It was hard to say it, and her mind reeled from hearing those words exit out of her mouth, yet at the same time each syllable felt like a small weight being removed from her chest. ”... But I do know that, whatever we may face in there, it won’t be alone. We’ll always have each other and we’ll face everything together. I won’t let you go. She finished her words, her final sentence echoing some of the same words that Kalanda told her in that accursed nest. It gave her strength to utter them and with it cemented her resolve. Whatever happened once they were inside, Amur would do her damnedest to make sure that no one would dare hurt Kala.

If someone did, they would suffer.

 

[Agrippa]

GLADIUS COMPANY, 501ST LEGION
CASSEL POINT, RAMPARTS
STRENGTHEN FORTRESS DEFENSE
CALLSIGN: GLADIUS ACTUAL

Irveric Tavlar Konrad Bolter
Hont Atellies

Stalingrad
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Boom.

BOOM.

BOOM.

I barely heard what Nomad Actual, as Waylon's callsign was, told me as the fierce pounding of artillery shelling from the Sith battered the shield encompassing Cassel Point. I'd reckon it was the only thing still keeping us alive, along with our ferocious will to make the other bastard die with our final breath. The Major General left me in command of the defenses as he left boldly with a bunch of heavy armor. He aimed to draw them in, armor was always a prime and ripe target for any infantry on the other side. With the ragtag fleet we'd managed to muster up in space, the red dot on my HUD signalling the lack of bomber fire support, I let out a tirade of curses and swears aimed at no one at particular. If I had my way I would've dealt with the artillery first. The shield was not invincible.

So I had to make things work with all I had.

And it wasn't much. It was close to nothing.

We were caught with our pants down, greatly unprepared for the onslaught of the Sith-Imperials. Gladius Company was made of a bunch of hardened, war crime bordering degenerates but in the end we were just that - a Company. Every soldier worth his salt would tell you numbers meant a lot. You can have your speeches about morale, willpower and tactical genius but in reality this was not the rule, merely an exception.

An exception we all prayed for to happen here on Cassel Point.

I disabled the infinite casualty report scrolling down my HUD and focused at the task at hand. You can claim to be as tough as nails but when the blip of a brother or a sister went dark, you know the price of war had been paid. Was it worth it? The question kept popping in my head far too often recently. I know it was a question that chewed the late Captain Belisarius but he had always been more of a man than me. I was, in fact, a decadent bastard. Life was too precious to throw, so I better straighten up and kill the S-Imp karker before he killed me.

<"They're like damn roaches, chief man. Kill one, another hundred show up outta nowhere. I am being KARKED over here."> Hooks' voice cut through the comm static.

<"Stop bitching, Hooks and kill the karkers. Hawkeye and I are counting our kills!"> Krayt's laughter roared through but there was a meager, almost unnoticeable note of worry. Even the tank himself wasn't in the best of situations. None of us were. We knew it the moment we received the preliminary intel before landing. Was this the final straw of the Company? Belisarius would be rolling in his damn grave if it was; and despite the scumbag of a character I was, I felt the weight of shame slowly piling up over my shoulders. All the price of blood paid to crescendo into a vain demise.

Act like a leader. Showmanship's two-thirds of combat.

A foreign voice echoed through my mind startling me. Faceless. The bastard not only read minds, he sent messages through now, too. Dirtbag. I wanted none of this commanding officer shit on my shoulders, weighted too damn much. I was fine with being Belisarius' second, as I had been the only one with actual completed officer academy in a standing military among the company; yet, Faceless was right. They all had been right. All the jokes of being 'groomed' to be the next CO it all was merely the truth stated through laughter and half-assed banter. I don't know what I had in me that Belisarius saw as leadership material but I better pull it out now.

<"Bingo, fall back into the fortress. Hooks, cover his line."> I ordered.

<"The hell...Sir?!"> Hooks replied.

<"You are a sucker puncher by nature, Lieutenant but what the hell?" Bingo echoed Hooks thoughts.

<"Listen up. You're a dirty bastard, Bingo - set the men into ambush positions. The tight quarters of the fortress will give us a better shot at them given their endless numbers. Hooks you will feign a retreat when Bingo's ready.">

"Vidage Actual, you got any laser cannons up in the inventory left that's not on the ramparts?" I asked the designated XO Waylon left behind. He nodded. A few minutes later, two 908th stormies were moving the cannons down towards where Bingo was setting up his ambush. I wanted to follow them, get in the midst of it, slit a throat or two with my brothers but I had to be the brains here. Short straw, as always.

When Bingo gave us the green light, Hooks and his men began a well-performed retreat. I'd give it to him, he was an award-winning actor in my books. So when the Sith-Imperials (under Hont Atellies ) pushed and met little resistance as Hooks and co pulled back, they would enter the tight alleys and streets of Cassel Point typical for any similar military fortress; that's where Bingo's men laid in waiting to spring the trap and butcher the invader.

I waited.

 

[Karina Lowe Legacy]

Location: HIMS Baneful, Engine Room ---> Main Hangar One
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 Viszla |
Objective: OBJ 2 - Hold back the New Imperials and await instructions from Command.

​

The engine room was humming, but Legate Karina Lowe had tuned that out long ago, tweaking her aural sensors to dull the noise and instead listen keenly for the approaching footsteps of the New Imperial Stormtroopers boarding the star destroyer in droves.

She looked about the cavernous space of the engine room, the focus of bionic ocular sensors flitting from corner to darkened corner. At one of the scorched, buckled entrance doors to the chamber, a cluster of white plasteel bodies were strewn across the dull metal floor, all lying still, some still smouldering.

Almost as many of her own company now lay dead, their black-clad bodies sprawled on the floor beside a tangle of thick pipes that had served as their cover during the firefight. She checked her weapons, reloading a cartridge into her Autokrator as she instructed her company to do the same. In a few short minutes of fighting, their numbers had been reduced from one hundred to half that, dozens dying with each high-intensity clash against the New Imperial boarding parties.

The portside hangar would fall to the New Imperials in a matter of minutes, and the trickle of stormtroopers spilling through would become a wave that would overwhelm the Sith defenders. That could not be allowed to happen, her commanders had made that much crystal clear as they screamed instructions at the Legion group leaders through their commlinks. Congratulations Legate Lowe, one Tribune had told Karina sardonically, today's the day you die for your Empire.

Karina waved and the company assembled, awaiting instruction. Inwardly, she questioned the motives of the Sith. Why break formation? Why invite attack? Their strategy had turned increasingly reckless as the NIO's defence stiffened, and Karina knew that those above her would stop at nothing to secure victory. She worried that the crew of the ship had truly joined the list of those to be sacrificed, as her superior had implied at the moment of the New Imperial boarding. She cleared her throat and spoke, her words echoing through the wide empty space.

"Alright." She said grimly. "Main Hangar One has a serious breach, and we're unable to get it shut. From what I'm hearing on comms, the New Imps have already almost totally broken through, and as you can see, they're already slipping through the cracks." She paused, thinking for a few moments, and went on. "Form up on me and stick close. Check your corners and move quickly. We're going to clean up this mess."

She sounded more confident than she felt. In truth, Karina had half a mind just to turn tail and run to the nearest escape pod. But her company was here, her division, her Legion. To run now would be to abandon her brothers and sisters in arms, and tear down the life she had built for herself in the Sith Empire. It would be an unforgivable act of betrayal.

So it was that Karina and her company scurried quickly through the narrow hallways of the star destroyer, pausing as they neared the breached hangar and formed up behind a separate group of Legionnaires lined up against makeshift barricades, watching the blast doors that lead into the hangar.

"Why aren't you in there?" Karina asked the Centurion heading the group, looking blankly at the assembled squad, noting their haggard features and fearful expressions.

"More shuttles landed, Legate." The Centurion said slowly. "Then we just lost comms contact with the Legionnaires inside. We're waiting-"

Karina shook her head and cut the soldier off. "Seal the doors." She said firmly. "It won't hold them long, but it'll give us time to form a new defensive line. Get to it." After a moment's silence, the Centurion nodded and started shouting orders. A short time later, the light above the blast door flashed from green to red, and heavy durasteel pins secured it in place.

Karina suppressed a sigh and started directing the defenders herself. She was all-too-aware of the fact she'd just condemned the remaining troops in the hangar to their deaths, but her instructions were clear: defend the ship at all costs.

She just hoped their sacrifice would hold the invaders long enough for the Legion to stiffen their defence. If they couldn't hold the New Imperial back, they'd be overrun in minutes.

 

[KV-6000]

Objective/Location: Breaking the Lines - Borosk System, Moving Into Borosk Atmosphere
Fighter: Tuk’ata-class Sith-Imperial Interceptor - Harmony Sixteen
Onboard Equipment: PU-96 “Imperius” Class Flight Suit | “Judicator” Adaptive Battle Rifle
Allies: TSE
Enemies: NIO ( Jalter Volff )

“Harmony Squadron, we have new orders. Forget the briefing. We’re moving to engage a formation of heretic bombers within the atmosphere. Move into finger fours with your element and prepare for atmospheric entry. Harmony One out.”

It was an order that would likely result in a higher casualty rate for the fledgling squadron after the mission, but it wasn’t her duty to question it. New pilots never worked well with sudden changes in orders, especially those that rendered previous briefings almost entirely useless. Ultimately, the ability to adapt on the fly was but one more skill which would separate the wheat from the chaff. Fortunately, survival rates were considerably higher in atmosphere, but that wouldn’t matter if they failed in their primary objective of taking the system. Of the pilots that were shot down, there was a good chance that they would never be heard from again, especially if they were taken prisoner by the enemy or had somehow managed to disappear into the countryside. Out of the possible outcomes of a pilot getting shot down over enemy territory, those were usually the best that could be hoped for, unless they got lucky and ended up crashing in close proximity to friendly forces.

It had been a while since she had been in a sortie with no causalities. Perhaps it was a fool's errand to expect otherwise when facing the New Imperial Starfighter Corps, but she could do with a break in the seemingly never-ending stream of young, eager, and soon-to-be dead pilots under her command.

​

No matter where she was called to fight them, the heretics would die by her hand.

Positioning her interceptor to the far right of the finger-four formation, Seo-Yun activated her shields and dove her nose towards Borosk for atmospheric entry. Moments later, the red-hot fires of rapid atmospheric entry surrounded her craft. Nevertheless, her shields held firm, and soon she found herself flying above pristine cloud cover over the surface.

Compared to the chaos of the battle raging in the space around Borosk, it was a strangely beautiful sight.

Unfortunately, the sight was as ephemeral as it was beautiful. Her element quickly descended through the cloud cover and Seo-Yun followed them as condensation clouds formed around the open S-foils of her interceptor. Within a few moments, Harmony Squadron emerged from the cloud cover almost directly above the hostile bomber formation. Seo-Yun angled her nose slightly behind the lead bomber ( Jalter Volff ) in the formation, establishing a lag pursuit angle from above and slightly to the left of her target as a preemptive measure to avoid overshooting in spite of the massive distance still separating her interceptor from the bomber in her sights.

As soon as the locking system beeped its confirmation, Seo-Yun squeezed the trigger and a single concussion missile exploded out from her craft’s launchers, moving with supersonic speed on a path towards the fuselage of her target. The other pilots in Harmony Squadron simultaneously joined her in the assault on the New Imperial squadron, and from there, the battle above Borosk began in earnest.

By her hand, the heretics would die.

 

[Thaelius]

Location //HMIS "Chimera", Borosk //
Objective // Genius never Rests //
Focus // Dracken Pryce Marlon Sularen Constantine Oliva //

Navarch Princeps Thaelius Ordo was tired of the officers of the New Imperial Armada. First and foremost, they had betrayed ever oath they had ever undertaken. One does not take up arms against his government, no matter how justified they feel about it. Irveric Tavlar and Darth Bellum represented a generation who had taken for granted the sacrifices of their predecessors. Not only were anyone who flocked to thier banne traiotrs, but ungrateful misgiuided children as well, including the Galactic Alliance.

"Are the Autocannons primed?" The newly promoted Commmodore, an officer who had sevred with Thaelius during a previous battle, still maintained her cold and hateful attitude, even after making ammends with those who had died under her command. The burdens of the Admiralty were far from bearable. "Yes, Triarch. The Glorious Victory and the Crimson Dagger report them as fully operational"

"Then what are we waiting for, fire on the fleet!" The woman reminded her supieror of his days in the First Order, as a Grand Admiral. "Targets?" Thaelius peeped from behind the massive hologram which seperated him from the rest of the bridge crew. "Both Intercessor Class Star Destoyers"

"Good, press the attack"

Spoiler: Fleet

1x

Spoiler: Fleet

Belldux Class Star Battlecruiser
2x Autarch Class Sige Battlecruiser
6x Marr II Class Star Destoyers
2x Intercessor Class Star Destoyers

TSE TIE/SF
TSE Scorpio Class Droid Starfighter
TSE TIE Fighter
TSE TIE Demolisher
TSE TIE/K

Spoiler: tdlr

FIghters Deployed
Autarch Class (Both) Fire Autocannons on Intercessor Class Star Destroyers
2x Marr II's Move to engage the ANS Starchild (Sularens)

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Allies: TSE Forces - Lark | AMCO | Ellie Mors | Ingrid L'lerim | Kiber Dorn |
Allied Pets: x3 Maelridae | x3 Warghest
Enemies: NIO Forces - Careena Fett | Avernus | LT-137 | Ra Vizsla | Knight
Intent to write with: Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt

Orion was like stone, unwavering in his stance as he looked down the first set of treacherous troopers to push through the hangar bay defenses. It seemed for only the briefest of moments, they too were frozen at Orion's sight. His tall stature and combat armor made him look like a giant at the top half of the ramp. His pale, delicate face was revealed to them. It would soon be forgotten, replaced by the metallic mask that began to shift to the front of his face. Orion's arm reached for the hood that rested upon his shoulders. The black cloth reminding him of the finest materials the galaxy had to offer. The covering obeyed as it laggardly fell on top of his head, the steel mask peering back at the enemy intruders. As the metal latches clicked onto his inner combat armor, a sinister beam of yellow lights awoke. The tactical HUD sprung to life as tiny circles permeated his view. The one thing the system began to uncover was the identity of the troops. The embolden symbol of the New Imperial Order alerting him of more betrayers. Their defiance of the true imperial order sickened him.

Did they really think they could just come knocking on doors and the real Sith wouldn't answer? Their naivety would cost them everything. Their efforts left squandered in their indignant attempt to topple an Empire that once gave them life. Ironically, The Sith Empire had rich history in terms of disloyalty. There was only one way to deal with heretics...cleanse them with the fury of the darkside. It had been an ancestral fact. The two could not remain in the same galaxy. Only one could prevail, prosper and perpetuate the dark faith they clung to. The religious aspects in play were dangerous and corrupted. These things didn't stand to gain reason, however, for some; it was the very thing that brought them this war. It was futile, Orion thought. Nothing good came from abhorrent actions from devious injunction, nothing. Orion knew this all too well. The spoils of war would only show the undisputed veracity that still lingered in the oppositions hearts.

They would lose.

The force began to swallow the width of the hallway. The thick invisible magics filling the air with a disease of dark energy. The vile source swirling around the darksider like a hurricane of protection. The sithspawn reacted to the source, finding their comfort next to their master. Orion could feel the encumbrance of the darkside, its claws digging deeper for a purpose. Instead, it remained unfiltered and raw. Orion knew when it was called upon, the only thing left would be devastation. A shroud of calm kept him patient, his breaths slowly timed as he continued to wait for the first move. It seemed the anxiety of the New Imperial Troopers was lifted, the first stray bolt shredding through the empty space between Orion and them. Oddly enough it was only one bolt and as it steered closer, Orion remained motionless. The slight tilt of his head allowed the blue encapsulated energy to whizz by. The shot finding purchase on the thick wall behind him. The wicked smile that formed beneath his mask, reassured him. He was going to enjoy this.

Orion stepped forward, his mind free of everything that lead to this. His hand lifted slowly, extending outward towards the forces that patiently waited. Before he could end them, another joined the fray besides him. The words creeping out like a somber wine.

"The Maelridae and the Warghest, two of my favorites, Let's see what we've learned."

Orion knew the voice all too well, it had been a long while since his bout with Lark . He knew how capable the Sith beside him was. In retrospect, Orion had found they were both monsters in battle. Each of them willing to press forward in defeat, but to fell a monster, it took time. Orion's head corrected itself, looking to the other sith before nodding in agreement. Words were useless here. Finally, the yellow glowing eyes, pierced further down the dim lit corridor. The soldiers exchanged banter as they opened fire. It would be useless, their efforts. Orion's hand stayed vigilant, the sturdy motion of his wrist gyrating before the crowd of bullets that aimed for him and his allies. The smile that hid in the confines of his mask grew wider. The scratching behemoth of darkside energy soaked into Orion. A crash of wave after wave building up until the very last moment. Then without warning, the darkness lashed outward.

Orion watched as the pulsing efforts of the darkside heeded his call. The bolts that were once a threat now suspended in front of him. The clear wall of protection leaving the blue and red lights of death stationary in their progress. The cause a stasis field that stretched across the width of the hallway. It was impressive, but temporary. Orion used his free hand to reach for his hilt, his concentration reeling with intensity as more bolts continued to arise. In seconds, Orion's casting arm bent backwards and snapped violently forward. A clear energy ruptured outward against the imposing threats. It was a clever move as the bolts were rebuked violently backwards. The once great haze of blaster fire became the opposition's fault. Orion let go of the tethered force as the singing sounds of battle came into full spectrum. The thrum of his heart increased as his pushed forward. The aimless trajectory of the deflected bolts found three dead. The rest were dismissed into sparks that filled the other end of the hangar bay blast door.

Orion paused, the activation of his saber erupting from the chamber that gave it desire. The crimson blade erecting blood-light onto the walls and floors around him. It obeyed every motions as more bolts were deflected. This was his opportunity as the hangar slowly began to come in full view, more with every step.

"Selien Ant Savimi!!" Orion gave the order, his voice roaring over the vocabulator in his helmet.

The six Sithspawn snapped into a ferocious stride. Their ravenous hunger had gone unfilled for too long. They needed to be satiated, the thirst forcing drool from both sets of species like a dog. With haste the first set of Maelridae ran past their towering master. The vocal hissing, allowed Orion to know their painstaking craving for flesh. The Maelridae were perfect in hallways, corridors, bridges, or any straight line tactic that allowed them to gain bursts of speed without turns. The black armored beauties darted into the fray, separating to cover more ground. Tails of sharp claw-like ends whipped around as they punched forward to meet the poor soldiers abound for their impending fate. Orion watched as all three made contact, dreadful screams filled the cacophony of blaster fire. Loud snaps and crackling bones besmirched the ground with blood. The feast had begun.

Next, the hulking wolf-like Warghests speed through the line of defense that was left. The black ashy trail that filled the entrance hangar doors was stained with their hulking masses tearing away at tendons to get to organic compounds. The claws shredded through vulnerable parts of the armored troops and with pleasure. The Warghests' stained their teeth with a ruby red of succulent, sanguine fluids. One, found precise aim to the throat. The heaping wolf lifted the trooper to the air and voraciously jerked them back and forth. The body went limp in mere seconds, a cadaver from which it once besought life. A slight sensation of joy filled Orion after watching the display. The pride he took in his creations was slowly bleeding through with success.

This was only the beginning. The beginning of the end. Indicators chimed to life as his HUD zoned in on a lone figure. He reached the bottom of the ramp. The wide open display of a raided hangar was filled with forces on both ends firing away. Advancements on other ends of the hangar making him realize how grave the situation was. Still, the same crimson counterpart of his own stared back at him in the distance. Troops moving away from the armored traitor like a organized pack. Splinters of bright light illuminated the bay. It seemed they too were willing to play dirty. The Sith Imperials that laid waste to the force user were struck by tendrils of lightning in a swathe of pure fury. Orion was amused, it had been a long time since he fought one of his own.

Talented.

It was the only thought he could muster at the sight. The once long smile that resided beneath his steel-layered mask turned to a distasteful grin. Whoever the betrayer, they would pay the ultimate price. Behind him, blood splattered pets began to slowly move back to his side. Orion lifted his saber horizontally, catching a bolt just in time before sending it into a durasteel crate. The rhythm of his movements flowed like water as he pushed forward. His eyes locked onto Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt , the swelling thoughts from before tickling his pride. The vile actions that they chose setting them both on a discourse toward one another. Orion could feel the choked up frustration. His hand tightened around his precious hilt, the anguish they had caused filtered in. The lives of his own soldiers, snuffed out by their leaders arrogance. Only one word escaped him as his saber pointed forward accusing the perpetrator.

"Traitor!"​

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[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 Any NIO Forces nearby
Gear: Listed in Bio and Storm Armor Mk. III
Currently: Preparing for the oncoming storm

Murmur seemed awfully tense, and truth be told Kalanda could see why. There was alot of death and pain going on in the world, and it made her feel unsettled as well. Was this what a war was like? An actual war? Why did people like it? It seems so scary and wrong. The last war Murmur was in had cost her an arm, something Kala wasn't okay with, but she was here to make sure that wouldn't happen again; no one hurt her Murmur. Walking around with Amur reminded her of Dathomir, it was about as dangerous, but the auras she was feeling were just....wrong. She could watch the people in the distance wink out of existence as the force whisked them away, entering back into the cycle of life, but witnessing it on such a level unnerved Kalanda in a way she couldn't describe; this was just another sensation she would have to grow used to. She had to be brave, not only for her, but for Amur; who was looking about as stiff and nervous as the time she had found Kalanda in that interrogation booth back on Dromand Kaas.

Moving forward with Amur, Kala couldn't help but be distracted by the explosions that flowered up in the distance, it was all too entrancing to watch, but once she saw Amur growing distant she quickened her pace, usually just in time to catch the Sith double checking on her. This was all so new and exciting, as well as horrifying; she had never done a war before. Hearing the remark about going in blind prompted a comment from the witch, hoping to combat the death that was almost strangulating her. Amur pointed out their destination, to which Kalanda focused on it and studied it, preparing for the jump she was going to have to make. "Well we are halfway there then, I'm half blind remember?" She remarked, hoping as well that her joke could eat away at the nervousness that was wrecking her Murmur. Kala didn't know what love was, up until now she had never experienced it, but she felt her mood rise and fall with that of Amurs. Ever since she had seen the woman behind the mask, Kala couldn't deny what she felt for the woman; protective. Even though Amur was technically her master, they hadn't exactly learned anything, and from what Kala could tell this was just a position to keep her safe from other Sith people.

As an unofficial apprentice to Amur, Kala's new armor felt strange. Truth be told, she missed having her mask, but the heavy blast guard that was placed over her helmet had the nice effect of blinding anyone that put it on; which didn't bother her to begin with, being blind and all. She didn't even want to wear the armor at first, but Murmur's aura seemed to get anxious whenever she brought it up; hence why she was reluctantly wearing it now. They had a strange bond, one that Kala wanted to expose, and Amur wished to keep sealed. Though she understood why the Sith wished it done this way, it killed a small part of her to not have her Murmur's hand in her own at all times.

That changed on occasion, such as now, as Kala felt Amur's hand in her own, causing a smile to stretch across the exposed portion of her face. Even behind the thick piece of metal wrapped around her eyes, she could see right to Amur, and took pleasure in seeing some happiness and relief trickle into her Sith master. Though as Murmur spoke, Kala could see that there was hesitation in the woman, and perhaps a bit of guilt as well; Amur probably wanted her to stay far away from this, but you can't really keep someone that can teleport locked up in the house. "That's right, we are in this together, until the end. Even then there is no death, only the force." She chimed, trying to combat the anxieties she was feeling in this moment. The witch had seen human suffering before, but nothing to this extent. But it wouldn't matter how scarred she got, she wouldn't leave Murmur behind; she'd rather die. "You can't get rid of me that easily, master." She had found long ago how susceptible Amur was to flirtation, and took glee in abusing this new found power. Cackling all the while, Kalanda extended her free hand up, as the green mists began to wrap around the two, their target being the inside of the base.

 

[Hont Atellies]

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

He could of saved them. He knew what was to come, but he was powerless to stop it. As he saw the NIO retreat into the fortress, he looked around and contacted some officers. In nearly all places they were not retreating, then, Hont knew what was going on. He grew up loving tactics, engineering and fighting.

“Stop, don’t follow them soldiers! It’s an NIO ambush!”

They just kept charging. Hont forgot he left his symbol of his rank to go fight here. Hont couldn’t do anything. A wise few decided to stay with Hont, but the rest were dead men. They were mostly new to soldiering, fresh men. They don’t know the difference. After the last sane ones charged forward, Hont fell to his knees. Dead NIO and Sith soldiers surrounded him. He wept underneath his helmet. This was supposed to be a distraction, but it shouldn’t come at this cost. All these young men and woman, who had so much ahead of them. There all dead. Hont went back up from the ground.

He was going to convince the NIO to spare his men, or go down in a blaze of glory.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Lycoris Radiata //:
//: Borosk //:
//: Deliver the Intel //:
//: Ryv //: Loske Treicolt //: Adriana Fortemps //:

What you pursue will be yours, but you will lose something dear​

The moment Allyson saw Ryv, her heart lightened. It was as if everything that she had been feeling and thinking about disappeared. His lips against hers reminded her of the love they shared, even apart for so long. The women quickly fell into his hold, allowing him to pull her tightly against him and letting him protect her at this moment. Fingers laced through his raven black hair, familiarity washing over her as she inhaled his familiar scent reminding her of the smoothest of whiskeys. The incredible moment ended, returning the Corellian back to her reality, where she was surrounded by death and her own broken morality. ​

Fingertips brushed against his neck and along the lining of his jacket, till they fell at her side, one remaining in his hand. Allyson was surprised by his actions, the man was protective and guarded. He spoke, his tone different than the words that came from his lips. He was worried about her, but she questioned where the worry was rooted. Her lips parted to answer him, but the familiar haze clouded her mind as she pulled away slightly and looked away from him. Eyes focusing on a red flower, its spider-like petals rustled with the soft breeze unaware of the death and destruction that was happening all around it. It grew alone and somewhere deep within Allyson - she felt like the flower. ​

The haze continued to cloud her mind, a woman's voice echoed, and Allyson instantly recognized it, but the memories that came with them she struggled with. Somewhere her eyes had closed, forgetting the red spider-like flower, and when she opened them, the haze wavered revealing a dark room, one she didn't fully recognize, the memory still lost in the recesses of her damaged mind. Ryv's face had been replaced with the face of the fire-eyed blonde; concerns and tears were staining her face. The voice of her first source of happiness echoed through her mind. The warmth of a connection she hadn't felt in a lifetime resurfaced, deafened by forgotten memories. ​

Her lips moved, and Allyson blinked, causing the haze to resurface, bringing her back to reality, and Ryv's own words hung in front of her. "I missed you too." She paused, trying to recover from the distortion she was feeling, Allyson wanted to chalk it up to deja vu, but the sudden revelation of her mind made it too real. The Corellian physically struggled to remain in the reality before her, a voice called out to her. ​

I want you here, I want you next to me, and I want to know that we are safe.
That you're safe.
I already know that our lives are meant to be spent together…
Please. Stay…
Please…​

Allyson held her breath as the words brought tears to her eyes, having to remember these memories now did her no good. She was usually able to snuff the harsher ones from her mind, but Kaili Talith was determined to be heard. Inhaling sharply, Allyson looked at Ryv, emerald orbs drowning in the threat of tears as she shook her head. "I can't." Choking back her emotions, she shook her head again and did her best to regain her composure from the sudden burst of realization. Kaili Talith had been her happiness, and she had made a choice that day one that would define the rest of her life. "Ryv, I made this choice. We're all good at something. You're good at bringing people together, showing them that they're worth something. Auteme is exceptionally smart, I can't wait to see what changes she can make in the future to make our lives, the Jedis lives better. Her voice in the senate will be one they weren't prepared for." Allyson nodded, the spark Auteme had was one that was rare and reminded her of a former Grandmaster whom she held dear to her heart. " Maynard Treicolt is an amazing leader, one of the best. If he had been the leader of the Rogues back then - we would have won. We wouldn't have lost the people we did. Maynard," she forced a laugh hoping it disguised the struggle in her voice, "Maynard is one of the best Commanders I've flown under." A small smile pulled at her lips as she continued, "Loske damn that girl can fly. She belongs among the clouds, Ryv like you; she's helped me feel real, heard, alive." Allyson shook her head, "I'm good... I'm good at lying, stealing, and being invisible. Sulking in the shadows and disappearing." Reaching into her coat, she pulled out a small thumb drive and offered it to him. "It's why this information is possible." ​

On the drive would be everything she pulled for Jorryn's computer, she had gone through and scrubbed the woman's name from the records, erased her face so that the Alliance wouldn't have knowledge of her existence. The names for Djorn Bline and his promotion and the happenings of the large meeting the Sith had recently would also be on there. Detailed information about locations on Bastion and Dantooine included as well. Allyson couldn't explain why she had erased Jorryn from the records, but something burned within her. It was a sudden urge to protect the woman despite what her mission was. ​

A part of Allyson wanted to return to the Alliance and take an extended break. She wanted things to go back to how they were before having set foot into the Empire, onto Dantooine, but something sounded better. Shit. She thought quietly as the headache burned in her mind again, one that she had grown familiar with, the haze of her memories colliding resurfaced, but only as a voice - one that she had grown accustomed to hearing the past several months. ​

Make me feel better…​

Jorryn had said these words to her, each time Allyson felt herself becoming more involved, falling deeper into the lie she had created. Closing her eyes, she couldn't escape the recent memories with the Inquisitor. The sadness that was behind the piercing amber gaze, she could see why Rae followed the woman. Something was familiar about the interaction between them, and something deep within Allyson had wanted to find that familiarity. ​

Her chest tightened as she fought to remember, struggled to admit the way she had found herself missing the Echani. Allyson was losing herself, but this was what she was good at. ​

The doubt she had felt after he spoke resurfaced, she wondered if his words were only meant to bring her home because they both knew she was slowly breaking. She was a liability to not only the Sith Empire but to the Alliance and the New Imperial Order to an extent. Lives of the people in the governments and the lives of her friends were in danger, the farther she fell. Maybe it was her foolish confidence that she decided to keep fighting the inevitable, or it was her desire to return to the Inquisitor's side. Something pulled her to refuse to return, and she pulled her hand back slightly from him and exhaled. ​

There had been one other that wanted her to stop, and she remembered the choice she made, she regretted that choice more than her own life, and if she could escape it, she would. The only thing she could do now was to continue down her path and be the invisible hand and ear of the Alliance. ​

"I can't stop. The mission is more important because it will save lives. The NIO was able to be more prepared because of my intel. I wish I could have delivered it sooner." Pausing, she grabbed his hand back again and forced a smile. "I'm okay, I promise. I've been doing this for almost my whole life." I have sins that I need to repay. She thought quietly to herself as she nodded quickly. "When this is all over, everything will be okay. Everyone will be safe, and we can actually start living." ​

Allyson needed to smile, to be okay in hopes to ease Ryv's thoughts and heart. ​

"All of us, together, we'll make it, and finally know what peace feels like."

Another lie, but at least this one was beautiful.​

 

[Jalter Volff]

Location: Borosk Atmosphere
Objective: Cassel Point - Level the Playing Field
Allies: Arten Jinn Irveric Tavlar (Assuming you're leading Cassel Point)
Enemies: Open
Equipment: TIE/HB Bruiser
Forces: x6 TIE/HB Bruiser, x3 TIE/OTx Outlander

In anticipation for incoming targets Jalter had moved his squadron into Borosk's atmosphere. Jalter was paying to much attention to his comms, eager for a target to come in that he hadn't anticipated the clouds around them provided the perfect opportunity for an ambush. "SIR! WE GOT INCOMING!" Bombshell shouted into the comms. Jalter looked straight down at his radar, multiple Sith interceptors inbound. Before he could react the flight computer began blaring "MISSILE LOCKED. MISSILE LOCKED ACTIVATING COUNTERMEA-" but it was too late.

The TIE Bruiser rocked violently as it was hit, sparks went flying in the cockpit. The bruiser began spiralling out of control and Jalter gripped the controls once more, pulling with all his might to bring it back under control. As he struggled his HUD showed the damage report. Shields down were down to 45% and he was trailing smoke. After falling 30 meters Jalter had it back under control and made an immediate turn back towards his Bombers. Status report showed that on top of his own damage two Bombers and Outlanders were down with one Bomber moderately damaged.

As he flew one of the Sith interceptors came into sight and Jalter lined up his shot before pulling hard on the trigger. The rapid fire of his laser cannon tore the interceptor to shreds, sending whoever was inside to a fiery death. "All pilots on me. We're heading down to Cassel Point." Jalter spoke into squadron comms before switching over to a connection with Cassel Point command. "Cassel Point this is Brawler 3-1. We are being engaged by enemy interceptors and I don't know how much AA you have left but prepare for targets." While Jalter would've happily engaged the interceptors amongst the clouds his own pilots weren't as skilled and the only way Jalter could think to even the playing field was with a helping hand from Cassel Point's anti-air weapons.