N.O Mercy [New Order Dominion of Telos IV]

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Aken Bosch"] [member="Alicia Drey"] @Malus @Melakoth Tyrin [member="Aeon Caedus"] [member="Djonas Vile"] @Rafeesh [member="Djonas Vile"]


Vulcanus cared little what the Admiral chose to do about military locations, the Dark Lord had not given any orders regarding them. Military installations and their equipment would be spared, cities and their populations would not. As long as the inhabitants of this world got punished for their betrayal then everyone could rub up against as many fur rugs as they wanted or shoot as many blue lasers as they felt necessary.

Regardless of what the Admiral had ordered, Vulcanus's fleet of Xo 'Xaan Heavy Cruisers continued to move into position to fire upon the capital as Malekoth's had. It was about that time that Malekoth's voice rang through the Bridge's com, "Darth Vulcanus, we will be in position over Objective Omega shortly. Requesting permission to open fire."

With a grin of satisfaction, the beast purred his words "granted"

 

[Logan Harkins]

"Navy just got the go ahead, strap in Commandos, it's gonna be bumpy." The gunship's pilot relayed a moment before she broke her holding pattern and plunged into a downward spiral toward the planet's surface. Turbulence rocked the inside of the vessel as the pilot pulled way more G's than advised for such a craft. The thought of it brought a grin to Logan's face, reminded him of his wife a bit. The look of joy on a woman's face when she was pushing the limits of what most thought possible.

Logan missed that.

The contents of the inside shook about like toys, the commandos included. They all grinned silently behind their helmets. Bracing for that inevitable jolt when they hit atmo coming in like a meteor.

BANG.

That inevitable jolt got a few chuckles from some of the soldiers, Logan included. It was a rarity when they'd experience pure fun without danger or pressure.

Cherish that moment.

Hold it.

Then it's gone.

"Get ready!" The pilot shouted over their coms as they came closer and closer to their first target. A bunker which housed a good portion of their targets, they'd be infilling from an air shaft. The ship slowed to drop speed, the commandos unbuckled their safety harnesses and gripped their suppressed slugthrowers tightly.

"NOW!" The pilot shouted as the back blast door slammed open and the five commandos leapt onto the hard surface of the complex's durasteel roof and rolled. They were saved only by their armor. They bounced for a time with their weapons, world spinning and rifles banging hard against their chests until the momentum ended.

Gather your equipment, move.

Now was time for the real game.

 

[Darth Imperatus]

Malus turned his gaze back to the Sith Acolyte and said. "We'll be in the Telos system at approximately one hour, forty two minutes. Malus out." Cutting off the communication, he reclined in his seat and smoothed his arms out on it's arm rests, crimson eyes set on the transparisteel ahead.

"Sir, we're in position."

"Get us into attack position and prepare to open fire on the enemy cities." said Melkaroth, deciding to leave the finer details of the bombardment to his second. The captain was more than capable of handling such an easy assignment. A moment later, Melkaroth heard his master's all-clear.

"Order the Arnon to deploy fighters." Continued Melkaroth, referring to the escort carrier under his command. "Any ship leaving the atmosphere is boarded. Have the Ikoral standing by to assist with their tractor beams. Any ship too small to board is shot."

"All batteries report ready, Commodore." said the ships' weapons chief.

"Fire at will, captain." said Melkaroth, his voice completely unchanging as he signed the death sentence of a whole continent.

 

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"Gimme a minute here squishy. Big booms tend ta' be takin' big times or something like that." Thurg grumbled as he fumbled with the flimsy concrete wall. It was all that kept Graxin and his Graug companions from tumbling right into the control room on the lower level of the powerplant. The building design wasn't exactly perfect. The primary control room was contained in the basement, and while that might have helped from a conventional assault; it made the room vulnerable if some sort of meltdown occurred.

It was also rather thinly walled from this particular direction. Graxin decided that they simply hadn't thought of someone infiltrating in this fashion.

"There...there...there she goes!" Thurg threw his massive hands up into the air in quiet celebration. He turned his brutish head toward Shlurk, then Graxin, and shrugged. "Detonite's in there real good gonna explode real good too. Wanna stand there n' feel tha' heat or....?"

Graxin grunted in reply and slipped a few feet back down into the damp tunnel. Shlurk quickly followed; tight a fit as it was. "Make it good Thurg. Very good. I do enjoy a good explosion." Shlurk reached over and clapped his massive hand on Graxin's helmet. The shorter human sighed, and simply shook his head as the clapping continued.

"AYE! HELLO SQUISHY BOYS!" The wall exploded outward and sent metal scrap and dust flying. Someone screamed from within, and Thurg was through the hole. He was followed by Graxin and Shlurk respectively, and the latter two had only just raised their rifles when Thurg roared in triumph. The darker Graug had speared a hapless Bothan right through hi furry chest with the bayonet on his Lancer. He cracked a big toothy grin, and slid the corpse off of his weapon with his foot. "Eh, contact I think. He's dead. No wait." Thurg dropped his foot on the twitching Bothan's head. A sickening crack rang out through the small room, and Thurg's companions grimaced. "Definitely dead now, eh?"

"<Fancy. Don't eat him yet, alright?>" Graxin ordered in a higher pitched form of the guttural Graug speech. He strolled up to the control panel, and winced as sirens began to klaxon outside the room. "<There's a backup generator somewhere around here...should be close.>" Graxin ran an armored hand over the control panel, and flicked a single yellow switch. The power in the whole complex died for a moment, and just as quickly came back to life. "< Yeah, generator. If they're running don't kill 'em. No need. If they shoot...>" He tilted his head toward the two Graug, and ignored the dull throb in the back of his throat. Graug speak was not designed for human vocal chords, but it was necessary to maintain efficiency in combat. Unlike Shlurk, Thurg was still rather new to basic.

"<I will rip the flesh from their bones and let Thurg devour their entrails.>" Shlurk finished. Thurg raised a hand. "<I like his idea, I do. Bothan is like roba...stringy, furry, ugly roba.>"
Graxin flipped the switch one last time and broke the thing off with the butt of his rifle. [color=#8b4513"You've never had Roba."] [/COLOR]He aid switching to basic. He held a hand up to his helmet, and opened the comms. "Assaulting the power station now. Break out the NVGs, the city is going dark soon."
@EveryoneWithComms

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus had at this point loaded up on his many ships. He and his group of soldiers, each armed with Iridonian grade weaponry, descended to the planet below, by passing the fleet. Using the distraction of the main fleet of the New Order he and who ever would choose to come with him would simply make a blitz run to the mines. Blaster fire would litter the surface around the mine as the many gunships descended, and the Darth himself would exit his ship once they landed close by.

"Kill them all."

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Many transports had left the Heavy Crusier Xo'Xaan, descending upon the surface of Telos IV. The planet had decided to betray the New Order, and would be dealt with accordingly it seemed. Many alarms began to blare over the speakers within the massive cruiser, it's figure casting a shadow on the battle-torn planet. Thousands and thousands of stormtroopers had no doubt been unleashed on the capital, rushing and slaughtering it's front. However, it seemed that the enemies were mainly in the mines, the fire being focussed in that area. Walking through the dark corridors of the cruiser, Ballen-Ist's cloak figure would raise it's arm, waving over to a pilot that was busy preparing to launch. It was one who he was familiar with, he had utilized the man's shuttle frequently. "Let's be off, commandant." Spoke the Sith pure blood, as he walked forward, the blast doors opening to reveal the large hangar. Within it was the Lambda class Imperial shuttle, a spacecraft the Sith admired greatly.

It's ramp would lower, the group of four stormtroopers rushing into it, awaiting battle obviously. Ballen-Ist would accompany them, taking a seat as the engines roared, lifting the ship forward and into space. The screeching sound of the Imperial shuttle zooming overhead would be heard by many as it was able to sneak around the fleet, entering the atmosphere easily. Landing, the stormtroopers would rush out, sprinting forward to get onto the battlefield. Ballen-Ist would follow, his saber hand shooting into his hand as he foccused, utilizing telekinesis to do so. With a crane of his neck, he would spot [member="Darth Ferus"], and the Iridonian warriors that accompanied him. Their training and instinct were far above any stormtroopers, they were elite. Lifting his blade close to his form, Ballen-Ist would use Soresu to quickly fend off the blaster bolts, his body jerking from side to side in order to dodge bolts, with effiecent movements.

 

[Logan Harkins]

The Commandos continued on unaware of the fact that the power for the sector was about to be shut off. Not that it mattered for their objective, the complex ran off an independent reactor to prevent military HVTs from being put in danger by something like a power outage. The five squared up and located the air duct that was to be their entry into the facility. The intelligence asset that had located the targets locations had also shut off most exterior alarms and cameras to coincide with the invasion. The heavily armed and armored commandos squeezed into the cramped space one at a time, keeping their proper sectors of fire until they'd fully entered the shaft. It must have been quite a sight.

 

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Now Graxin hadn't expected this. A fully armed security force was giving his little team a warm welcome at the moment. Thurg was roaring at the top of his mammoth lungs; shrugging blaster fire off like it tickled. Shlurk was pinned behind a stack crates, his rifle screaming as it unleashed azure hellfire down unto the humans. The Captain himself had slipped away and climbed up to the canopy above the center room. He held out his right hand, took in a deep breath, and concentrated heavily on one of the power generators behind the defenders. It creaked, and two men turned toward it, only to be blown into flaming pieces as the generator exploded. Graxin slumped back against the railing, and took a moment to collect himself.

Bending the force to his will was no easy feat for someone who was strictly self-trained. Hopefully those Commandos would draw enough attention away before his small team was overwhelmed.

 

[Logan Harkins]

The team reached a small vent that led into the very bowels of the facility, where machines pumped away to ensure all ran smoothly within the large building and bunker below. They all moved silently and automatically, using the intel the agent had provided then to the best of it's abilities. The fire team broke off into even two smaller teams, one three, one two, for the tasks of breaching the bunker and the other for overriding the security systems to lock down the outside of the building. A task made infinitely easier by the detailed schematics left by the infiltrator.

The three man team with Logan as lead moved to secure an entrance to the bunker while the remaining two went to make some noise to confuse the enemy and distract them from other operations going on within the city. Logan and his group cleared a tight section of corridors, silently taking down a few hapless guards as they did, before reaching the sealed bunker doors.

The agent waited behind them. The traitor in question was a high ranking PDF official who knew his planet wouldn't survive the coming storm of Imperial might. Logan commed the man and the doors creaked open with an annoyingly loud scrape. An elderly Bothan stood next to a dead low ranking guard, some poor young private who'd just happened to be placed there on this particular day. Logan put a few slugs in the overly decorated dress uniform the creature wore before it could even utter a word.

Team two made a racket the moment Logan had cleared the entrance, which re sealed the bunker doors, trapping the defense forces with the Commandos and causing any other local forces to likely be called back to attempt to retake the complex. [member="Graxin Rade"]

 

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"Lovely!"
Graxin threw his hands in the air as the men they were in combat with all stopped as one. The majority turned sharp back the way they came and beat feet for the bunker. Apparently, that was more important to their civilian's well being. The Captain wasn't complaining.

"We should get sum' hot cakes!" Thrug bellowed as he quite literally charged through the final man in their path. He screamed, though that only lasted for a second or so. The klaxon continued to ring in Graxin's ears, but it could be ignored for the moment. He tried to extend his force awareness, but the alarms and the violence were just too loud for him to concentrate.

With a sigh, Graxin slid down the railing of a staircase leading down to the lower floor. He came to a stop in front of the Graug, and found himself grinning under his helmet. A single room lay before them; the doors already blown in courtesy of Shlurk. Inside, a massive generator built into the wall was pounding and making Graxin's skull vibrate every second. The Captain turned, and pointed his rifle back the way they came. "Light it up boys!"

He'd have to thank those commandos later.

 

[Zion Krayt]

He had left Yinchorr a long time ago, necessity had made him what he had become to this day. This day, he had adopted tactics that would be considered a guerilla warfare style and trying to impede the advancement of Sith organizations. He didn't know the Sith were attacking, but when people fled through hyperspace in a panic, and being in a near by system had given him reason to be here.

Here on Telos IV.

In twelve hundred years he knew there'd be a Jedi Academy upon the planet. Another one built off of the one that was there already. It would have been above ground and underground. He could only wish that he could set his eyes upon it again. But for now, he contented himself with the underground Old Republic Telosian Jedi Academy.

His lightsaber was upon the console in front of him and he watched the space map that showed the battle from above. The ground attack was only beginning now as well. Do I go up, or do I stay here and hold them off?

He looked down to his durasteel armour and brushed the cool metal, and grabbed his outer robes as he began his ascent to the outside world. His lightsided presence wasn't concealed.

[member="Darth Ferus"] - [member="Graxin Rade"] - [member="IC-3471 Logan Harkins"] - [member="Ballen-Ist"] - [member="Melakoth Tyrin "]- [member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus's troops made no move to stop their advance. Now outside of the mines they're weaponry ripped through the light resistance they met. The people on this planet weren't much of a challenge, they never were, not with rebels.

But there was something that interested the Zabrak. He could feel a presence, one that belonged to.. A Jedi.

"Ah.. Perfect. [member="Ballen-Ist"] , there is a target close by, just for you. A Jedi by the feel of it. Find him or her, and bring them to me. Take as many troops as you think you'll need."

There was a good test to be had for his apprentice. He did not know who [member="Zaren Bouqi"] was, but Ballen would allow him to see soon enough.

 

[Zion Krayt]

He stood upon the plateau that indicated the location of the Jedi Academy. It only showed the top of it, with four pillars around the top of it, he sat in the centre of all of the pillars, meditating, waiting for when the Sith would come to him. He sensed their approach to the planet, through the atmosphere and ever closer to him.

He knew he had to strike them down, but he also knew they'd come to investigate him.

Sith never changed, huh?

[member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

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"One, two...boom? Aye, boom!" Thurg rumbled with laughter for...well, it was hard to tell most of the tie. The massive Graug lumbered back to his ocompanions at the mouth of the room, slammed the durasteel doors shut, and took a position against the wall. Graxin took in a deep breath to ready himself.

BANG!

The entirety of the complex shook as the charges went off. The upper floor of the power-plant fell inward, and it was only Graxin's position next to one of the pillars holding the building together that saved his team from the debris. Dust clouded the air, and the rhythmic sound of the generator had stopped completely. All was eerie silence as Graxin took a look around. He pursed his lips and tilted his head over toward the Graug. "Fancy."

He hoisted himself up over a fallen wall and begin to climb up the loose trail of debris. His companions followed after him. They reached the top, and what once had been a doorway to the outside was now a massive hole. Smoke rose from the power-plant now, and as Graxin was forced to switch to his NVGs to see, he realized the mission was a success. Outside, all of Yoma had gone dark save for handheld flash light and police speeder lights.

Hell indeed.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Nodding, Ballen-Ist would journey forth, several stormtroopers marching with him towards the elevated land. The plateau that [member="Zaren Bouqi"] stood upon was far off in the distance, a detour from the actually battlefield. As they travelled, the sound of blaster fire would become much more quiet. All that could be heard was the clank of the soldier's armor as they approached their destination. He wasn't sure how much of a help the gunmen would be, however he kept quiet to himself, leading the large group towards the powerful lightside force signature. Looking up the hill, the young Sith pureblood would spot the target he had been sent to combat, the boy's arm lifting into the air to wave his saber. It was an indication of his arrival, and a challenge of sorts.

Of course, the white armored soldiers would rush forward, their standard Imperial blasters raising from their sides to unleash several bolts of red energy at the dark skinned Jedi. Their shots were not exactly precise, however they aimed in his area, hoping to blast him away. Standing still, the boy would wait until Zaren came to him, or after the stormtroopers were dead.

 

[Zion Krayt]

The Jedi Knight rose to his feet when the Sith Pureblood had come closer. He wasn't going to let himself be target practice for this beings who had intents of malice.

When he opened his eyes and saw that it was a Sith Pureblood he wondered if it was capable of utilizing Sith Magic. From the time that he had been born in there was only one Sith Pureblood, and he had been struck down by the blades of a Sith. He was a Dark Jedi after all, and there were many more Half Purebloods who bore the features of their human half, rather than their crimson flesh.

The Force shield that he had been waiting to use manifested itself in the window that was created between two pillars and they blocked the blaster bolts. He waited until the majority of the stormtroopers were reloading before that barrier was absorbed, and released in a powerful force wave that would have knocked them all back into each other, rocks, trees, and whatever else was on the terrain. Necks snapped, screams may have been heard, Imperial forces died. And he stayed upon the plateau throughout.

"Leave this planet if you wish to live." He said calmly, though within there was a powerful rage that waiting to be unleashed. It was a Sith, not even the most powerful of the Sith upon the planet, and yet here he was, sent to face a Jedi Knight such as himself? He would die like the rest.

Zaren Bouqi hadn't always been like this, like his Uncle, he'd rather just be a physical object blocking the path of the Sith rather than directly countering them. He wanted to be that way again, but he felt within his current state, he'd never be that way again, so he'd try and use both styles. His hand rose and beckoned the Sith forwards. He knew the Sith wouldn't leave, so he'd let him come up onto the plateau with him.

He wouldn't forfeit his high ground.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Djonas Vile]

Djonas took his place aboard a gunship after ripping a clone commando out to make room for him. Gunships roared from his Xo'Xaan towards the planet, soaring through space and into the atmosphere of Telos IV. "First one to bring me 10 heads, gets shore leave for a week. Second one to bring me 10 heads, gets to choose which arm I take." Djonas jested to the troops within the gunship he rode in.

Soon, the gunship came gliding down to the surface. With a sharp hiss, the doors opened and troopers and Djonas poured out. A resistance force managed to acquire a weapons cache from unnamed Imperial traitors. It wouldn't be right to let those who resist continue to breathe, now would it?

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Watching the stormtroopers rush forward, Ballen-Ist wasn't surprised as the Knight unleashed a wave of force, it colliding with the group. The soldiers clad in white would be sent flying, the impact of the force wave more than powerful enough to blast them all away. Their bodies would litter the grassy plateau, as Ballen-Ist stepped forward once more, his other arm lifting to wave to the Jedi. "Come, face me in combat." He would say, awaiting for the man to charge. His cloak would flutter in the after shock of [member="Zaren Bouqi"]'s attack, it having been rather formidable.

 

[Zion Krayt]

When the Sith didn't move he sat back down on the ground. He wasn't going to directly attack him, the Force manifested itself again in a shield directly in front of him. The same place it had taken before, and Zaren Bouqi waited for the Sith to come. The day he made it easy for Sith, was the day he died. And even then, he wouldn't let them go off without a broken form.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Having reached outwards with the force, Ballen-Ist could feel the barrier of energy that [member="Zaren Bouqi"] had erected infront of him, it being capable of shielding him from most attacks. The boy's brow would furrow as he watched the Jedi sit, assumingly meditating as he awaited his enemy to rush him. The young pureblood decided to do the same thing, his arms lifting into the air as he began to utilize his control of force telekinesis, creating a strong barrier that would surround his front. It would face the dark skinned warrior who sat atop the hill, awaiting for any force-based attack that he might've launched. Gripping the saber tightly in his hands, the black clothed boy would begin to approach slowly, taking only a few steps.

There were many techniques this man could know, so it was never to much to be prepared. The teen's free hand would lower, it's fingers wrapping around the handle of his sword that had been sheathed up to now. However, he still did not draw it from it's holster, simply holding it ready. Why did he not attack?