Junction MP/GA/DE Junction: Blood and Beskar (Gala/Yag'Dhul/Ithor)

[Marlon Sularen]

B L O O D_A N D_B E S K A R
Objective II : Light in the Dark


DARK EMPIRE
KEERA MAJOR, DEEP CORE

Spoiler: Task Force Vader

TASK FORCE VADER
Main Fleet INV Predator [100|078] INV Tyuk [100|100] INV Purifier [100|100] INV Pride of the Empire [100|100] INV Gladiator [100|100] INV Wrath [100|100] INV Stalker [100|100] INV Oblivion [100|100] INV Starbreaker [100|100] INV Revenge [100|100] INV Nightmare [100|100] INV Sentinel [100|100]
Interdictor Squadron INV Harbinger [100|100] INV Dominion [100|100] INV Raven [100|100] INV Detention [100|100] INV Fury [100|100] INV Shadow [100|100]
Support Squadron Vandal-Class Corvette [9/9] Dragoon-Class Escort Frigate [12/12]
Starfighter Compliment TIE/fdT Terminators TIE/INx Interceptors TIE/haB Brutes TIE/HB Brusiers

Sularen watched as the Shield Leech Missiles struck their targets, unleashing considerable damage to the enemy fleet with a Corvette succumbing to the missile barrage while the other ships took significant hull damage "Sir it would appear their shields are down" Rackham said, upon examining the holographic display of the battle. "Good. It was foolish on their part to charge against us despite being outgunned and outnumbered" Sularen responded. However despite the severe punishment the smaller House Mecetti Fleet had just taken, it would appear that they refused to back down against the might of the INV Predator, pushing forward in their attack as they would then begin to retaliate with Fighters and Warships unleashing their own barrage of over two hundred combined Proton Torpedoes and Concussion Missiles towards the Predator.

"So desperate to win and yet still on the verge of defeat" Sularen muttered out as he watched the Torpedos and Missiles close in towards his ship. "Deploy all Warhead Countermeasures and all Point Defense Systems, i want those Missiles and that Starfighter group dealt with." the Grand Admiral ordered. "Wouldn't it be best to send our own TIEs after the Mecetti TIEs?" Rackham asked "Those TIEs are hardly worth the effort, we'll just swat them out of the way as deal with the Mecetti Fleet accordingly." Sularen said just as a bunch of flares and chaff were deployed, confusing the Torpedos and Missiles launched by the enemy TIEs and Star Destroyers shortly before the INV Predator's Missile Deactivator Transmitters went live deactivating most of the missiles with only a small group of Torpedos and Missiles slamming against the shields of the INV Predator while a few stray missiles struck the two Battlecruisers flanking it.

Once the missiles had struck the Predator, the House Mecetti Fleet opened fire, concentrating their firepower against the INV Predator in a last ditch effort to destroy it. As Turbolaser fire rained down upon his ship, Sularen smiled again knowing well that their desperate attempt to take out his flagship would be futile. "Activate the Anti-Turbolaser Defense Systems and return fire to their ship with our main batteries, it's time we ended this little farce of a naval engagement" Sularen ordered, and before long most of the Turbolaser fire directed against the INV Predator would begin to be intercepted by the vessel's Yahata and Jen'Dosta Systems both of which were designed specifically as a countermeasure against turbolaser fire. Of-course they wouldn't be enough to prevent all turbolaser fire from hitting the INV Predator but it would be enough to significantly reduce the impact of the enemy counter-offensive.

Meanwhile at the same time, the main batteries of the NIV Predator and the two escorting Battlecruisers went live, locking onto the surviving ships of the House Mecetti Fleet and unleashing hell upon them, firing volleys of devastating firepower upon the small fleet in the hopes of overwhelming the unshielded damaged ships with such firepower and annihilate them before they could do further damage to the NIV Predator. In the eyes of the Grand Admiral, it would only be a matter of time before the ships of House Mecetti would succumb to the punishment being delivered to them, a fitting fate for the foolish crews who thought their small destroyers could take on the mighty Heavy Battlecarriers of the Imperial Navy.

As the INV Predator and it's Battlecruiser escorts fought off the attacks of the House Mecetti fleet with attacks of their own, the INV Pride of the Empire had been monitoring all communications across the battlefield, using it's advanced communications suite to eavesdrop on Alliance communications. Eventually they would soon intercept a message relayed from the main Alliance fleet to a Mandalorian fleet that was still on it's way to join them, apparently requesting that they turn their attention towards Task Force Vader's Interdictor Squadron. Aware of the importance of such a message, the Pride of the Empire would soon forward this new intel to the Predator with Colonel Rackham receiving a notification on his datapad as he received this new information.

"Sir, it would appear Vice-Admiral Ideon has directed one of the Mandalorian fleet to attack our Interdictor Squadron." Rackham said, informing Sularen of these new details. "Interesting. Which Mandalorian fleet was this sent too?" Sularen said examining the holographic display of the battle which indicated that two separate Mandalorian fleets were currently present on the battlefield, a smaller fleet commandeered by a certain Jurr Awaud and another one consisting of Mandalorian Battlecruisers and Battlecarriers led by Nyles Kote. "It would appear that the message was sent to the fleet of Admiral Kote, the one with Battlecruisers and Battlecarriers." Rackham answered. Sularen then took another glance at the holographic display, focusing his attention on Kote's fleet. It was powerful enough to threaten his own force especially given the firepower and starfighter compliment it had at it's disposal, a perfect embodiment of the Battlecarrier Doctrine that had shaped his own Naval Strategy since his days as a Captain within the New Imperial Armada.

"Send word to Admiral Race Tolsen. Have him move his fleet to intercept the Mandalorian fleet and ensure that they can reach out interdictors" Sularen ordered, his gaze still fixed on Admiral's Kote's fleet on the holographic display. "At the same time i want both Admiral Garrick and Toltect to begin advancing their fleets and begin attacking enemy forces from the rear" Sularen continued. With most of the enemy naval forces now focused on his task forces, the Imperial forces at the other side of the system would face little to no opposition in their approach towards the Shipyards, which would then force their enemies to either divide their attention to halt this advance or continue pressing their attacks against Sularen's Fleet and risk leaving the Shipyards open for a direct attack.

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• The INV Predator deploys Warhead Countermeasures such as Chaff, Flares and Missile Deactivator Transmitters to throw off most of the enemy missile barrage taking minor damage to it's shields from the remaining missiles that manage.
• The INV Predator unleashes it's Anti-Starfighter Weaponry upon the enemy fighters in an attempt to break their formation [CWIS Turrets, Point-Defense Turrets, Mass-Driver Autocanons & Flecette Weapons Systems] while firing it's Anti-Turbolaser Defense Systems [Yahata & Jen'Dosta Defense Systems] to intercept most incoming turbolaser fire from both the main Alliance fleet and the House Mecetti fleet
• The INV Predator along with the two Battlecruisers flanking it [INV Tyuk & INV Purifier] open fire on the House Mecetti fleet, firing all their primary offensive weapons upon the enemy fleet at close-range
• The INV Pride of the Empire intercepts Vice-Admiral Ideon's message to the Admiral Kote's Mandalorian fleet and forwards this information to Grand Admiral Sularen who then orders Admiral Race Tolsen to intercept the Kote's fleet before it can reach the Interdictor and Support Squadron while also ordering for Admiral Garrick and Toltec to begin advancing on the Shipyards from the other side of the system
• Despite the attacks from the House Mecetti fleet, Task Force Vader maintains it's position while staying out of range of the Main Alliance's fleet's long-range weaponry.

Tags [GA & MP] | Casteban Mecetti | Lady Pawla Arsec of Grindera | Cessair Ideon | Jurr Awaud | Nyles Kote
Tags [DE] | Aldo Garrick | Race Tolsen | Toltec | Sinestra ​

 

[Vorik]

Tags: The Vulptex

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As he trekked his way down the hallways, there grew a gnawing at the back of the mind. Alas, he was already too far in to pull back. If he could take but a single piece of information from this beacon of darkness, he would no doubt come out of it with plenty more knowledge than a’fore.

He had just rounded a new corner before that gut feeling went from a subtle hint to a terrible scream, urgently and agonizingly, to move. Unable to take time to think nor feel with the sudden appearance of figures, he complied with his gut - a pair of bolts whizzing past his hood as he suddenly tilted his body aside, edges sizzling as the impact no doubt caused a number on the wall behind him. Had he been but a few milliseconds slower, he may have already been down for the count. The Disciple’s instincts carried out in his moment of surprise, firing a burst of blaster fire in the direction of now blooming smoke and figures swiftly becoming engulfed in it, in an attempt to halt further potshots while he darted to cover around the corner.

At first, he thought the foes now opposing him were guards. Their reaction was nothing of the sort, for guards of this Empire would doubtlessly feel no need to conceal their actions, mask the sound of their shots. No, the lot now standing in his way were some third party…and that meant the real guards would be looking for them, wherever the hell they were.

Of course, they would be looking for Vorik, too…unless he could give them something they’d want. It was a working plan, but a plan nonetheless. With a measured intake of breath, “How fortunate. I deliver you to the fine folk here, I get a ticket to what I’m looking for,” Words - banter, he was quite fond on using it as a distraction to mask other noises. With an unlatch from his belt and a ‘click’ of a concussion grenade, he began counting in his head how long until detonation. With the rumbling and soaring of fighters outside, he doubted it would be heard anymore than his blaster fire. “You, on the other hand, get a ticket to a slow and painful death. Works out well for everyone, doesn’t it-?”

Words were cut off by his own sudden toss of the grenade that would soar into the smoke and go off in several seconds. It wasn’t aimed for the greatest effect, rather, used solely as a tool for displacement, trying to oust them from their cover - for its explosion would only serve to disorientate. Closer to him, preferably, though they could certainly go backwards. For one that dressed awfully similar to a Sith, it could be told from their choice of weaponry they were something else.

Regardless of the response, Vorik touched off from cover, and pulled the trigger at the first sign of movement. If there was any he could see, that is.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

CITADEL OF CAELITUS // CARLAC
ASSETS: Shannic Wulf | Ibaris Varanin
LIABILITIES: Arla Rodarch

“Yes yes, an astute observation your eminence.”

Aerarii Tithe’s meeting with the Grand Vizier and Military Executor had been productive. Tithe had lobbied for his chosen interests - rapid expansion toward the banking over which he would rule as governor. He’d then proceeded to tune out for the rest of the meeting, offering vague proclamations and generic words of support while he brought and sold stock options on his data pad. He was up 15% during the gathering in Wulf’s well-appointed chambers and was riding out a short sell that he was sure would net him a tidy profit.

The Imperial Treasurer, engrossed in his market movements, was abruptly pulled from his focus. He looked up from his datapad, a sinking feeling in his stomach, as he realised his vague utterance had not even made sense in response to the Grand Vizier’s statement.

“Well you see, the, ahh, inhabitants of this region have know many masters in recent times,” Tithe added, frantically constructing his sentence even as he spoke it. The Aargauun had no idea what point he was trying to make, only that he removed suspicion that he had not been paying attention. “Yes, the Sith Empire, the New Imperial Order, and now us. I must say, I think we will find them reluctant but ready to subject to the Emperor’s will.”

The doors to the Grand Vizier’s chamber flew open as klaxons began to sound, saving Tithe from the awkward situation. His Storm Ranger close protection team moved to his side and were joined by a pair of COMFEAR advisers, who explained that Carlac was under attack.

The three senior figures were ushered to their feet and through the heavy, ornate blast doors and toward a bank of turbolifts. The Death Trooper in charge of Wulf’s detail inserted a code cylinder into the control panel of the lift and entered a long string of codes, unlocking the protocols for rapid executive extraction. A specially built armoured lift car, reinforced against enemy attacks, arrived on their level. Tithe, Wulf and Varanin were ushered inside and joined by their close protection team.

“A most inconsiderate timing,” Tithe announced as they quickly descended down through the Citadel of Caelitus. He turned to the Military Executor. “I trust, my dear Executor, that your formidable forces have this, ah, little predicament well in hand?”

 

[Casteban Mecetti]

FLEETING
House Mecetti - Mecetti House Guard Naval Forces
MHGN Penumbra - Flagship - Obscurer Class Star Destroyer 2000m 43%
MHGN Ascension - Victory Class Star Destroyer 900m 0%
MHGN Brightblade - Victory Class Star Destroyer 900m 30%
MHGN Swift - Raider Class Corvette 150m (?)
MHGN Reaver - Raider Class Corvette 150m 0%
MHGN Seeker - Raider Class Corvette 150m 0%
MHGN Wizard - Raider Class Corvette 150m 70% (Retreating)
6 destroyed Tie/mg squadrons
3 squadrons of Tie/mg starfighters 36 Starfighters
with Optional MHGO-1 Ordinance Ring


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A text response came across the holotable's communication interface.

Casteban's head slumped as he leaned over the display. You could lead Banthas to sweet grass, but you couldn't make them eat it. To her credit, she was doing an impressive job at the front. But he didn't need her at the front.

He needed her at the Senate.

"Report!" Casteban barked the request with more force than his thin, ailing frame seemed capable of.

"My Lord, our missile barrage has been of... limited effectiveness. Enemy countermeasures and defenses have been highly effective in limiting-"

He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence.

The response from Sularen's forces was swift and titanic. The Penumbra shook as blasts of energy rocked the vessel. The transparisteel viewports at the front of the bridge exploded inwards. Then, as the air was sucked out into the void, the shards of transparent metal twirled in place like razorblade ballerinas before hurling themselves outwards again on a rush of wind.

Before the escaping air could become a serious concern for the humans in the room, the containment shields slammed down, cutting off the view along with the dangers of the void. But there was still plenty of danger and destruction within the command center. Several consoles exploded, and a support beam fell, impaling one of the bridge officers.

Casteban himself was thrown over the holotable as the deck bucked beneath his feet, falling down ten feet to crash upon the bridge's lower deck.

He heard bones break. His mind- somehow- persisted in consciousness. But his legs wouldn't work. Perhaps his hip was broken. He could taste blood in his mouth.

The pain was- surprisingly- not severe. Perhaps it was shock. Perhaps it was the cocktail of drugs which the doctors had given him so that he could endure today's excursion. Whatever it was, he was grateful for it.

Broken, bleeding... but not incapacitated. Not yet. He had his mind. He had his composure, in these final moments.

Captain Carstars appeared at his side, "My Lord!"

"Do not touch me," Casteban ordered, "I would not risk the precarious balance that allows me to keep consciousness. I need a report."

Carstars hesitated, a gash on his own forehead dripping blood down between his nose and left eye. Then he moved to a station, brushing aside debris. All of the human officers on the bridge were either dead or injured. Some of the droids were damaged, but most were still operable. In an almost comedic scene, a repair droid came into the space, a replacement transparisteel pane in its clutches. As though such things mattered, now.

"The Ascension is gone," Carstars declared, "along with the Seeker and most of our squadrons. Brightblade has heavy damage, with complete mobility failure. Wizard is... retreating. Mostly intact, it seems. No contact with Swift."

Although Wizard was retreating without orders to do so, Casteban found himself wishing that they'd escape this carnage. The sacrifice made here would mean nothing if there was no one left to relay it. If Wizard got back with its communications and sensor logs intact, Casteban's wife could somehow turn this debacle into a propaganda piece to inspire the people of the Mecetti province.

"Order the surviving fighter squadrons to discharge the remainder of their ordinance and retreat back to the GA's lines," Casteban said. Then, "What is our own status?"


Carstars paused as he consulted damage-control reports... mostly sent in by droids in each department, now. "We've lost fire control over all weapons. Repairs will not be completed before..." he trailed off. They both knew what was coming. "We still have engines. We can maneuver."

Casteban nodded weakly. "Very well. We have one weapon left."

He coughed, finding it more difficult to breathe. "Take the helm. Turn us towards the Predator. Engines to full. Relay orders to the droids. As long as one thing still functions on this ship, we proceed. Maximum speed. That beast is a turtle compared to us, even in this state.

So... make me some turtle soup, Captain."

Carstars shifted to another station. He took a breath as he motivated the Obscurer-class star destroyer into its final voyage. "Engaging sublight to 110% power. We won't need to worry about burning them out. My Lord... it has been an honor."

Captain Carstars glanced towards Lord Mecetti.

The old man had stopped moving.

He'd stopped... breathing. The veteran Captain gritted his teeth.

"One turtle soup," Carstars said as he guided the Penumbra onward with his utmost skill, "Coming right up."

The burning wreck of the ship blazed its thrusters brightly as it lunged into oblivion.

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TL;DR - The Mecetti fleet is shattered, with only the Wizard likely to escape.
Status of the Swift is unknown.
Casteban Mecetti orders the surviving fighter squadrons to discharge their remaining torpedoes and then withdraw.
Then he orders the Penumbra to ram the Predator.
Casteban Mecetti dies.

Jurr Awaud Drego Ruus The Vulptex Mahsa Mahsa Shan Pavond | Zaiya Ceti | Casaline Ryiah | Jonyna Si | Cessair Ideon | Drego Ruus | Lady Pawla Arsec of Grindera Marlon Sularen Cessair Ideon

 

[Kurineth Cull]

LOCATION: Carlac
EQUIPMENT: Grave Bastion, Shades Refuge
WEAPONS: Souls Reflection, Phase-knife
TAGS: Zel Sharratt

The Scar Hounds were in an uproar as Kurineth let them slip her leash. They moved forward from their position of training to join in the fray elsewhere. All hurriedly pushing and shoving each other out of the way to be the first to claim blood among them as the woman watched them go.

The hilt of her blade yet to ignite as she shook her head and stared at the ongoing conflict from afar.

She'd been pushing them in a training run. Harassing them as they moved to keep them on their toes and using herself as the anvil and hammer alike to forge the unblooded Pups as she had done for some time now. The first sounds of battle had distracted them initially from their training. And she had used it to make sure they understood they could not get distracted when the time mattered.

They needed to focus on what they were doing until it was done before thinking about anything else around them.

At least until the fighting had drawn even her attention. This wasn't some simple raid by a small group. This was to be a full fledged battle it seemed. Drawing the training to an end, and directing the Hound Pups to the best spot of fighting, she let them go. They had to earn their place among the pack.

And this would be a chance for at least some of them to do just that. Her attention focused on the fighting for a while. Spying from her vantage what was happening as a smaller life force caught her attention. Eyes cast up and away to a spot that was best used for shots from range.

A frown formed as she enhanced herself with the force to witness the one who might be taking pot shots at this distance. Her approach unmistakable as divots formed in her wake from the speed paired with sheer force she was using to move quickly.

Large blade ignited to drive her point home as she set upon a strange looking being and paused in her ascent to further examine the strange one.

They held no rifle. Instead some strange device pointed at the scene before them and seemed to be. Speaking to themselves.

"Identify yourself." The broad lightsaber hissed and sizzled along the ground, kept low as she squinted at them to see any detail on them that might identify them as friend or foe.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

GALA

Tags : Iko Vel
Objective : Up to no good, watch a Dark Empire ship crash 'n' burn
Summary : DE Capital Ship will crash into mountains, tsunami to follow?

"Uhh....wouldn't folks know the ship is crashin'? I mean...sometimes there just ain't nothing for us to do. Hold on."

Hand came up to above her eyes to shade them. She was squinting ; by now a massive capital ship, falling rapidly, was drawing attention not only from the beach goers but also the local fishermen. Boats were hauling as fast as they could back into the coves and protected areas, anticipating a massive wave if the ship fell in the water.

Ocean-blue eyes were tracking the ship.....realization was hitting her. In the slightly distant mountain range, the capital ship was going to come in hot, crashing into the mountain range that ran along the sea.

"It's goin' to crash into the mountains next to the ocean...still going to be a wave right? Just not as big? We gotta go warn Makky and My-rah? Or do we wait til it crashes and we help? I mean...theys goin' to hear the crash. We....we should get to higher ground? Off the beach...."

The villages were barely pushed back from the beach. She didn't know much about oceans, but was smart enough to know the water had to go somewhere.

"We gotta go tell the others..."

 

[Iko Vel]

Ah! Ah! What should he do?! Iko's thoughts were running rampant in his mind as he was trying to figure out what to do about the situation. There were going to be people on the ship who were going to need help either way. Of course the waves were going to be going crazy but maybe if they got to higher grounds on the mountain...It was potentially risk. Both him and Persie could get hurt but maybe...

I ain't going to have you dyin' off. I already lost my Mama, I aint 'bout to watch you die too."

Those words echoed in his mind. Iko made his decision. Grabbing Persie by the hand, Iko turned his back to the ship and started to sprint as fast as he could away from it. They had to get away from the sea. This was no place for heroics. Not anymore. They could try to warn people on the beach, but Iko wasn't going to keep either of them on the beach for too long. With Persie not knowing how to swim, and Iko being hurt, they'd be dead weight in the water.

"Everyone! Move! Move! There's going to be a massive! A ship is crashing! Move!"

He waved his free hand in the air, to try and get as many people's attention as he could. Some of them might have believed he was just pranking them...but honestly? He didn't care. He had made his choice. Same as the people who would decide to stay on the beach. The only person who needed to stay safe to him was himself and Persie.

Persephone Dashiell

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

GALA

Objective : Tsunami, run.
Tags : Iko Vel , Myra Arceneau Dashiell

Persephone didn't know much about these things. Yet, if she had to guess just usin' her eyes, this thing was coming in hot and fast. Some idiots on the beach were watching, some were gathering their things and running, literally, for the hills. She was in the camp with Iko that were running for the hills. First, they had to stop back at the village where the rest of the family was hanging out ; Makky, My-rah, and Rue. They had to come along too. Damn the rest of Makky's family, they had better figure it out.

Knowing Iko had a hurt leg, he seemed to be keepin' up just fine, adrenaline was helping them there.

Sliding into the village, it took her to remember what home was the one she needed, so many looked the same. Word was reaching the village and the cobblestone streets were getting clogged. Folks were trying to reach the tropical mountains now, paths cut in the lush undergrowth by the locals already, at least making some portions of the journey slightly easier.

Persie practically bust down the door, running in, a whirlwind of activity. There were a lot of them there.

"Come on, we's gotta get higher! Big waves comin' cause a ship is crashin'.....we gotta get to the mountains and hills."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

GALA

Objective : Don't Drown?
Tags : Iko Vel , Myra Arceneau Dashiell

One minute, he was sitting, eating fritters with little fish eyes staring up at him, then next he was told a capital ship was crashing...somewhere close? This wasn't one of those times where one could sit around and ask questions. Hearing the news, there were only four people he needed to worry about : Ellie, Rue, Persie, and Iko. Out of everyone currently in the village, that he at least knew about, that would have issues with a massive wave. Ellie could swim, but not hold her breath. Rue...well, doggy-paddling wasn't going to help in this situation. Persie he knew couldn't swim, no idea about the Iko kid.

"Alright, those of you not related by blood to the Kai's go first...the rest of us can at least hold our breath, minimum."

Depending on genetics, some of them had gills, others could just hold their breath and extended period of time. All were accomplished swimmers thanks to being in the Sea Tribe. The Kai's all had the best chance of living ; despite the fact a massive wave would toss around folks like a ragdoll. That wasn't something to dwell on. Time to get moving to higher ground.

"Come on, out the back door. "

Makai grabbed Rue's hand, pushing out into the bright sunshine of the planet. It was thick with villagers fleeing upwards but also orderly, most of the younger folks leaving the hardpacked paths to the elders, those who could traversing through the thick vegetation. If he turned around, he could see the ship, approaching the mountains far across from the cove. Debris wasn't a concern from that, displaced water certainly was.

"Quickly." Makai realized Rue couldn't keep up and picked her up instead, continuing the climb. Not there, but at least higher than they were just moments ago. It was just a very steep walk, making speed not quite readily available to most.

 

[Iko Vel]

And here was a sign that as much as Iko was trying to put himself and Persephone first, it wasn't that easy for him. Making sure that the elderly were being able to get up the mountain well enough, and sticking to the more densely packed vegetated paths.

"Come on. Keep goin'. Everythin' is goin' to be alright."

Reassurance. Come on. He had this. Keep on going on up! This is when having more Force training would have probably been helpful. He might have been able to clear the vegetation, but for now he had to trudge up the hill. Keeping his eyes open for anyone who might be struggling for help, alongside checking over Persephone's family as well. Makai was doing well with Rue, so that was good at least. His head continued to stay on a swivel...before he felt a sudden spark of pain jolt down his back and the next thing he knew, he was face first in the dirt and ground.

His leg had just died on him. The entire thing had went numb and couldn't move. Why now of all times?! Why couldn't it have been when they were down by the beach?! Push through the pain!...Well, that was easier thought than actually done. He couldn't even put his weight on his leg, so instead the young Lad tried to pull himself through the vegetation, trying to yell out.

"Erh...Lil' 'elp 'ere! Please? Anyone?"

Whilst it was somewhat embarrassing to him to ask for help, it was either ask for help or potentially be left behind...and he knew which one he was picking.

Persephone Dashiell Makai Dashiell

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Minerva on the roof watched the avalanche outside the city die down. Her smirk was hidden but satisfaction was evident in her body language. Sure there are other Imps and cultists elsewhere that will be coming in as enemy reinforcements but it certainly won't be that garrison. The moment passed she readied the particle rifle as the fighting around her escalated with more shots exchanged and explosions erupting.

Soon enough she spotted an Imperial speeder with a manned turret flying and blasting away at the raiders. One of her commandos vaporized into pieces and she aimed down the sights in a semi automatic burst. The particle shots tore through the stormtrooper gunner's upper body and the turret and former fell off.

The driver tried to divert away but she quickly aimed at his direction and fired another burst. The third round blew a hole in the faceplate and the driver fell sideways and his vehicle spun out of control before crashing in a violent roll. It was then Sumi ran behind her calling out.

"Gakot's platoon advanced inside the station! The first two upper levels are ours but the Imps have gotten more organized and are holding us off at the fourth level by the stairway. We're breaching in from the roof and the windows to outmaneuver them."

Nodding Minerva then demanded.

"What of Irni's outfit?"

"She has spread out her squads covering the building south of this station. There was only scattered resistance from there and the LT is already setting sniper posts in multiple locations."

It was then they saw a pair of Imperial gunships heading their way from the eastern side. Instantly she called in on the comms.

"Tuni take out those gunships!"

"Oh it Cap!" A Quarren voice answered on the other line.

Just as the enemy craft were to make a strafing run a rocket jettison toward the left gunship from below. It took evasive action as did the other gunship in the opposite direction. But soon another rocket struck the latter's engine and its spiral downwards until crashing and exploding on a tower, destroying its top head. The remaining gunship re-engage into the fight firing with two mounted guns, forcing Tuni's squad to scatter. Refusing to stand by and do nothing, Minerva took aim along with Sumi and opened fire.

Their particle shots clips away at some of the armor and the gunship turns to target them. But instead its left wing exploded from a third missile and the Imperials would die moments later in a crushing blaze onto a northern street adjacent to the station, leaving a new crater and burning wreckage there.

"Outstanding job Sergeant your team just saved our hides again."

"Anytime boss."

Sighing Minerva turned her visor toward the city center where the fighting was growing in more intensity. This fight was just beginning.

 

[Jane Does]

n.a

 

[Jurr Awaud]

"K'oyaci, Me'sene Tra'alor'an Kote!" The coded message was so old encrypted Mandoa no modern Imperial could identify it, arrived at Nyles flagship. "I would like to join you to support your flank, if you allow. I could not risk my generation fleet in a frontal assault, I hope you understand. But we Awaud are great at harassing supply ships of the enemy, My avant-garde is already skirmishing.

A word of warning! The enemy are demagolka and have already annihilated a skirmishing fleet of Tapani nobles with nuclear missiles using our old Mandalorian shield leeching technology my Keldabe classes are equipped with. I would gladly support any assault of you with it and show these demagolka how the original weapons work,

The Tapani radio chatter call the enemy womprat-fleet. I think we should honor their sacrifice and refer to the demagolka as womprat-fleet in our open communications too. Alternatively, we could name them Ani-Fleet after the whiny mindtick who became Vader. Tyrants always hate satire."

Nyles Kote

 

[Lady Pawla Arsec of Grindera]

"Haul in the escape pods!", the captain of the Swift bellowed. "Order to the surviving corvettes and the TIE-fighter squadrons: Rally and regroup, way out of the long range weaponry of this wombrat-fleet!

Follow-up, orders, Lady Arsec? ... I SAID FOLLOW-UP ORDERS, EMERGENCY FLEET COMMANDER?!"

Lady Arsec snapped out of her racing thoughts.
Behind her, the loyal Herglic bodyguard Shom had set his weapon on stun and looked alarmed at her hand resting on her sidearm.
He would stun her if necessary to prevent a suicide!

In truth, Lady Arsec indeed thought hard about restoring her honour by a barrel against her temple, but that would have violated the last order of her lord and mentor!
She would not disgrace him, even if it means she must disgrace herself to achieve this.
The much too young noble looked around. All these brave women and men needed her to get out of here alive. All the marooned survivors of the fleet needed to be rescued! Her petty pride was nothing against her duty.

"Remaining fleet! Here speaks Lady Arsec, emergency commander! You heard the captain! Rescue any survivors and then fly to the rally point! Gather the hyperjumprings for the TIEs and then the fleet will retreat orderly! It is not a flight, it is a orderly retreat!"

She adressed the communiction officer: "Message to GA fleet Kenobi: The Mecetti fleet has succeeded in luring the enemy to deplete his hard ammunition. But we didn't expect strategic warheads. I hope you recorded this breach of the rules of engagement. We certainly have.
We would gladly continue fighting, but our first task is to rescue our wounded and stranded. At least you as our allies were never in any danger and safe and sound. I am relieved.
Good luck in the comming engagement and be wary of dirty tricks by the womprat-fleet, Mecetti fleet out!"

She would not forget that nobody helped them. No GA, no hospital ships, no rescue units, no useless Jedi.

Then the sorry remnants of the Mecetti fleet retreated from the system.

Cessair Ideon

 

[Lea Vi]

RŪKAS
CITADEL CAELITUS | CARLAC
WITH: Darth Ptolemis
ENEMIES: GA | MP
ENGAGING: Open
Tag me and Darth Ptolemis if you have the guts to stop us

MASTER OF DEATH​

The air hummed with power.

Deep in the bowels of the Citadel, a dark-clad figure swept through the hallways too meet up with another to fulfill a newly given purpose in light of the supposed attack on the capital.

Beyond a bone-covered door, the Apprentice waited, the ever-present cloak of the Dark empyrean ebbing and flowing around him while static hummed, intermingling with the thick and shadowy aura.

Finally, another dark-clad figure swept into the room, mask glinting in the torch-light. The Apprentice dropped to one knee, though it pained the Netherworlder to be pledged to a mere mortal.
"Has the message been sent, my Master?" asked Välk in his deep and soothing voice, no hint of his ever-growing hatred present. "Are we to commence the next phase?"

Upon answer, the Demon Lord from the depths of Chaos stood, eyes burning with a flame from the Darkest heart of the Mist-Beyond itself, raised his rune-tattooed hands and started weaving an ominous intent into the fabric of the material plane of the city. He could feel the elements responding, the drawing of the Storm and the unleashed static within it as all the runes adorning his body glowed like a bright fire.

"It is ready for your added wrath, my Master. Shall we continue?"

 

[Mia Monroe]

Objective: Find the Source of the Sith Magic
Allies: Fenn Stag (maybe)
En Route to Enemies: Lea Vi Darth Ptolemis
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Security teams replaced retreating civilians, interrupting their path towards the spaceport, forcing them into a street battle, Mia ducked into the doorway of a shop to reload her shotgun, bullets and blaster bolts ricocheting of the corner where she hid. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. The delay was a nuisance and nothing more. Tugging a thermal detonator from her belt, activating it with a press of her thumb as the fire lulled, she tossed it towards their defensive line.

The explosion shattered windows and rendered the air with screams. "FORWARD!" she called to her team, who moved without hesitation, making the most of the broken line. Mia stepped out with them, shotgun booming in her hands till she got close enough to draw her beskad. They cut through them in deadly silence, no shouts of rage fury or exertion, just cold calculated murder.

Mia sheathed her beskad in the lull of the fight, leaving her men to dispatch those that were left alive, her eyes shifting up as fighters and bombers screamed overhead, the attacked was well underway, but something was off. Something made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She wouldn't call it a vibration, more the movement of something sickly and dark. She frowned beneath her helmet eyes lifting to the horizon and the dark clouds gathering.

"Field Marshall!" she barked for her second in command "Take the lead, get that port secure and cover the retreat of our people when it comes to it."

"Yes, Al'verde but...where are you going?"

She pointed at the clouds and the flocks of retreating birds. "To find the source of that, before it becomes a problem."

She turned down a different street, heading for the heart of the citadel. She knew sith magic when she saw it, and if she was to take an educated guess, whoever was casting it, would be hiding in the belly of the beast.

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[Arla Rodarch]

Carlac
Capital Space Port

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Bringing along some of the Cuy'val Dar's toys had proven most advantageous to Arla's mission. She was going into an enemy stronghold with little actionable intelligence beyond a meeting with a dubious time and location provided. Adding to that a lifesign detector wasn't much, in that on the scans, all lifesigns, important and otherwise, looked very much identical. But she had a general area to watch and a time that was close enough to now, as to work for her. Long practise with surveillance allowed her to identify interesting patterns, such as the fairly obvious movements of a protective detail around one or more presumed VIPs.

This would provide no more than an educated guess, but for a second piece of technology she had brought along, the wallscope. Such a tech felt to Arla in truth a little like cheating, as with it she was able to surveil the VIPs and their detail from a safe distance. With it, indeed, she could basically deploy wallhacks and totally change the game in her favour. Now she had better than guesses.

Confirming the VIP's various identities changed the entire mission, as she saw it, into her favour. Now she had an exact location on confirmed targets. Now she knew exactly where to strike. She would meet Ibaris Varanin Aerarii Tithe and Shannic Wulf rather soon.

Quickly she concealed her surveillance equipment, but left it linked to her remotely. Discarding everything but her battle gear, and draping a cover over the pile she had made in a deserted corner of a spaceport warehouse, she prepared to strike.

Arla moved out from her hiding place within the spaceport and began walking in the direction of the Citadel. In a HUD window she watched the turbolift car with its important passengers and their squad of guards. Magnificent technology, she marveled, there was even a tiny numerical counter with the distance between her and her target.

"Bingo." She said to herself. Then she took off.

Arla was inbound above Carlac's surface, flying in for a quick and dirty aerial assault on a heavily guarded fortress on a planet that was under attack. Just another day for the Marshal of the Journeyman Protectors, perhaps, but today was most definitively off the books.

If it worked, though...

Mia Monroe Drego Ruus Jurr Awaud Shev Skirata

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

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Location: Gala - Sea of Graves
Objective: BYOO
Tags: Open


She stood silently watching the mountains around the sea as the speeder parted ways, kicking up small rocks as it past her. Reaching into her pocket, she clasped the small memory crystal in her soft hand. She could feel the Force swirling around the crystal, ebbing and waning in small waves like the very sea she was watching. The picture in front of her was a harsh one, with the sea broken up by stones and cliffs. Her query was further in. She would have to climb the rock.

She let the crystal fall back into her pocket and moved forward, her boots treading the water as she skirted to the nearest jagged outcrop. This trek would not be a fun one she detriment, as her wet boots slipped to find footing in the footholds of the unforgiving mountain. Her past seemed like this daunting obstacle she would never overcome. In many ways Katarine did not feel like a proper Jedi. Was this the way to restore those feelings? Would she ever be considered among the greats like Valery Noble or Hawk Hinata? Or was she doomed to be a faceless existence with no past and no future?

These thoughts haunted her as she began the climb.

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[Darth Ptolemis]

Objective 1.
Location: The bowels of Citadel Caelitus.
Mission: Completing the ritual. Annihilating the enemy.

Tag us if you're coming for us!

[ritual atmosphere]

The ominous clouds blotted out the sun.

"Has the message been sent, my Master?" asked Välk in his deep and soothing voice, no hint of his ever-growing hatred present. "Are we to commence the next phase?"

Lord Ptolemis inverted his palm to signal his apprentice to rise from his kneel. - Barran has received my message. Now it’s his job to use what we provide to his advantage. - As the Netherworlder rose, the Blasphemer’s eyes met the gaze of the dark entity. He sensed the power he emanated. Corrupted. Absolute. - Indeed, there is no time to waste. Commence the ritual.

Ptolemis observed as his secret apprentice began the profane liturgy, admiring the strength that can only come from the beyond. The spectacle was bone-chilling. Piercing eyes and occultish tattoos aflame with malice, Lea Vi 's presence spilled from the room, escaped through the dark corridors of Caelitus, and tainted the very air around the Citadel in a matter of minutes. The Blasphemer knew that their initial meeting was of no chance, but a string pulled by the Dark Side of the Force itself.

"It is ready for your added wrath, my Master. Shall we continue?"

The Blasphemer stepped next to Välk and looked up at the tall Sith Lord, the torch’s flames flickering, revealing only hints of their forms. - You have done well. Now there is but one thing left to do. - His distorted voice still echoes in the darkness as Ptolemis then takes the torch from its sconce, activating a hidden mechanism. The heavy noise of grinding stone fills the room as an opening slowly appears in front of them. A dim red light from below spreads as the hole opens wider and wider. Still holding the burning torch, forebodingly, Ptolemis addresses his apprentice. - End this light I give to you, and the ritual will be done. - Gripped by a stasis field, a half-dead Jedi Knight emerges from the opening, lifted before them on a platform. During a recent mission, the New Sith Order managed to capture a Jedi Knight of the Alliance. - Take his weapon. - Ptolemis takes a step back. - Fulfil your destiny.
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Tags: Lea Vi Kaleb Sunwalker Thomas Barran Dodhorn Harert Drego Ruus Mia Monroe The Vulptex Jurr Awaud Arla Rodarch Minerva Fhirdiad Fenn Stag

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsaber

Valery sat atop the mountain on Gala, awaiting the arrival of a dear friend. She knew of Katarine Ryiah 's personal trials, and played a small role in helping her with them. Together, they had found the memory crystal back on Naboo, and now she was on a path of self-discovery. Valery wasn't quite sure how much she had learned since then because it had been some time since that last journey. But the Force had a way of bringing people together again, and she'd have her chance to find out soon.

Kat was slowly climbing her way up the mountain, getting closer and closer.

With a smile tugging at her lips, Valery closed her eyes again and allowed her presence to reach out to the woman like a beacon. A small sign to let her know that she wasn't here alone.

Katarine Ryiah ​