Dominion No place for slavery | AC dominion of Zygerria

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

Objective 2

Location: Hangar deck
Tags: Geiseric Eina L'lerim-Vandiir Ingrid L'lerim​

Spoiler: loadout

Armor of Sanctity
Ashlan Rosary
LPD-31 Stormshard Assault Rifle
Admirals Sabre - etched songsteel sharpened to a monomolecular edge

Isla snapped round as she heard the voice, almost the same as Einas, but with tiny differences that spoke of a vastly different personality to anyone that knew either of them.

"Lady Ingrid?" She said, visibly startled by the sudden appearance. She looked at Geideric who did not seem surprised to see her, Isla was fuming at this breach, but also had a spark of gratitude to see another who would care about their mission personally.

"You are on my ship and I was unaware, now, as the honorable Jedi here does not seem suprised to see you, I am going to hope this is merely a breach in proper guest protocol, and not, which I fear is the case, that you have jusy revealed a massive security risk to our vessels"

She was clearly annoyed at the situation, but was keeping a lid on her feelings, focusing them inwards and behind her own defences. The Empress was a valued ally after all and her value could be massive on the current situation. She would not open the conversation by shouting the woman down, as little as it would likely achieve in any case.

Centering herself she spoke again to Ingrid. "My desire to help your daughter is borne out of my loyalty to her, I have never seen someone in so much fear losing people, I want to show her that my promise of friendship is truthful. And while I admit you are likely in a significantly better place to judge the danger of her situation than I, I fail to see how Geiseric going alone is better than the three of us going together, as be suggested." She took a breath realising she had completely breezed past Ingrids own suggestion of action, "of course I would welcome the chance to discuss the situation since Panatha with you, I have some questions that I feel you can answer about that shit show"

She would wait for Ingrid's response, she hated herself for feeling so out of her depth in these matters, feeling like the naive rookie on her own damn flagship.

​

 

[Vivian Skye]

| OBJECTIVE: Guilt Free Murder |
| LOCATION: Capital City - Zygerria |
| TAGS: Mairéad Solus | Arturo Braga | Silhana Cadera | Ivixa Nera'kas | Stardust Solus Skirae |

To say that Vivian’s past with Zygerria was troubled would be an understatement. Having been born into slavery, the entirety of her childhood had been nothing but pain, torture and agony - every waking moment, pleading for her family, for the friends she’d made of other child slaves. How vividly she can remember the burn of cracking whips against her skin, the scars that left stories she’d be fated to never forget. The loss of her family, the survivor’s guilt that weighed heavily on her heart, it never got any easier. It didn’t matter how powerful or successful Vivian ever became. Not a single night has gone by where she hasn’t been robbed of sleep by the fear of waking up in chains.

So naturally, she could hardly decline the offer to pass down some karmic retribution. She cared not for the past of this Asa’nyx, nor of the personal feelings clouding her judgement. As far as Vivian’s concerned, she’s suffered more than enough to dish back what she’s been forced to take.

The energy shield, the compensation, the praise - those were all added bonuses. She’d do this for free any day.

“I’ll be on overwatch, but try not to get...too excited out there. If you do, the energy shield should give you some protection.” ​

“No promises,” Vivian replies, furrowing her brow. The comment would have normally been dressed as sarcasm, but the Togruta’s voice was laced with nothing but venom as she traversed the grounds of a planet she’d do anything to watch burn. The mere act of breathing Zygerrian air was enough to leave a bitter taste in her mouth. The woman’s chest was heavy, rising and falling with breaths she’d try to regulate. As itching as she was for revenge, the underlying trauma she’d been born into was bubbling rapidly beneath her skin, and it was growing harder and harder to keep her composure.

On her right shoulder, her pet porg chirped, its large beady eyes knowing that she’s stressed. Like an emotional support animal, the series of tweets have calmed her down, and it’s why Vivian refuses to leave the critter’s side.

“I don’t like this place either, Kiki,” she mutters, idly following Ivixa’s every step. “But we’re gonna show the bad men what we think of them, aren’t we?” She adds with a small smile, brushing a finger along the porg’s chest feathers as he coos happily.

Reaching the rendezvous point, the Togruta is quick to detect the sudden change of atmosphere, eyeing her partner’s reaction. Vivian takes a glance at the two figures responsible, both of which were complete strangers to her. “What’s wrong? You don’t seem too pleased to see these guys.”

 

[Inkara Liet]

Heinrich Faust | Ulrica Adolfina | Mairéad Solus | Arturo Braga | Silhana Cadera

She had been turning the whole thing over in her head for weeks.

Ever since the encounter on Wgah'nagl, Inkara had been given to long bouts of introspective thought. There were things in the great expanse that made the usual targets she and her ilk pursued pale considerably in comparison, and what the Juror had experienced on that foreboding world was just such a thing. That she was a little shaken by the events in that wreck had profound effects; the feeling of helplessness, of powerlessness in any moment of threat was always a strong reminder of what made her into who she was, now.

Nightmarish, faded memory at the genocide and enslavement of her people pricked at the edges of her psyche, embedded there by old, companionate guilt and shame at her survival and self-assigned cowardice, and grief at so much death that had been melted into anger by distance and time... long mellowed, long since morphed and moulded into something safer and more useful for her soul and what remained of her people, but setting foot on Zygerria saddled her with a sour feeling at the reality of this place, beneath her often impassive exterior, as she moved with graceful calm through the marketplace.

If any of her people, if any of them had passed through the markets of this unsavoury place, she couldn't have known, but the mere possibility was uncomfortable and disquieting thought, and as she laid eyes on the stage, as her gaze shifted to the young soul currently on offer and locked on her face, she swore she could see the faces of children that used to run and laugh along her street, superimposed there, and she sucked in a sharp breath at the mild shock, her eyes skirting aside and clamping shut, head turning as she steadied herself against the welling up of an undesired, incensed feeling, and slowly released the breath she was holding, willing that feeling away.

Opening her eyes, Inkara scanned the crowd and noted someone wading fervently to the fore, a face she tried to capture as he weaved between people and approached a man that was just about the make a bid on the innocent, tortured flesh on display, and she opened a long ear through the empyrean, to listen as the man that could only be one of her own compatriots issued his surreptitious warning. His face, like many others of the Ashlan host, outside of the clergy, outside of some members of the assembly of Lords, held little to no familiarity for the Essonian, due to the often solitary nature of her workings and the associates she kept in that vain, which tended to drape her in the air of an outcast, though not so sorely as Vaxis . A fact that vexed her, on the Nagai's behalf.

'If you bid, you die.'

At hearing those words and seeing the bidder withdraw, and her compatriot release the man thereafter, she withdrew her momentary surveillance, understanding all too well the feeling that underwrote the action he had decided to take, her eyes shifting faintly from side to side in a moment's breadth of thought on how she might improve their outcomes; her deductions from his actions gave her an idea, and after wrestling with it for a moment: sapient beings were broadly given to acting on feelings, and she had what could possibly do the trick... but consideration of such a 'tool' gave her a mild frown. Being warned off by an incomprehensible being and the wholly unsettling feeling that carried was only one of the challenging aspects of her time on Wgah'nagl, but such a sickening, frightful urge to back out had its uses.

The memory was still, much to her discomfort, fresh, as she 'handled' it, but if she could filter this horrific thing for 'safer' dissemination? That was the trick. An effective tactic for crowd control or dispersal, that had been necessitated in some prior instances, and in opening up her influence over the crowd, Inkara shared with the many what she had been made to feel only some weeks before, watered down so as to not incite mass panic...

 

[Silhana Cadera]

Silhana Lolaes'ra
Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer
Bounty Hunter, Verd'ika, member of the Clan Cadera; Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild​

Objective: Visit the Markets; Kill some slavers
Location: Capital city's market, Zygerria
Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury" Pulse Pistol | 2x Simple short sword | Light armour | Mandalorian vambrace || Stealth field generator || OPBC-01m
Interaction: Arturo Braga | Stardust Solus Skirae | Mairéad Solus | Ivixa Nera'kas | Vivian Skye
Tags: Rookal the Hutt | Heinrich Faust | Ulrica Adolfina | Inkara Liet
Inkara Liet

[ Mando music ]
"Galactic Basic" | <"Mandalorian"> | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >>​

Again a Hutt, though I did not come because of one person, but because of the innumerable merchants. Why would I go after one person when many others can be caught? No, this wasn't a business for me, not this time. Even if I had a million credits on the Hutt's head, I would still choose the multiple slavers. I raised an eyebrow under the helmet when Arturo spoke.

"So far, I thought we didn’t come here for one person. But to help the slaves." I said to the words of the girl and the man.

At least I did. Anyone can say I’m naive, dreamy, too romantic; I accept all of them. But for me, there were points, cases where I wasn’t interested in business and money. It was one too. I also nodded at Solus to try to stay calm.

"You're right, I'm sorry!" I said respectfully as I bowed my head.

Luckily, she wanted the same thing I did, I was happy about that. If the others go the other way, we can already form a good team. Back then, it was really a very interesting question of what the situation should be, since there were four of us and we would have gone in two directions. I took off my helmet to make my face visible and so I looked at the others questioningly.

"Then what? Separate and we keep in touch on the comm. channel?" I asked, as I didn’t really feel like either party would give up their own plans and goals.

"And then an old "friend" and unknown woman with her arrived. We will be more and more...

On a Hutt or slaver hunting?" I asked Ivixa and her partner.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Objective: Corrupted Angel; Save Eina
Location: Aboard the AC ship
Equipment: Brynja coat and hat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Tag: Geiseric | Isla Draellix-Kobitana

[ Rise of the Empire ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

"And I am her mother and my heart is broken, but in the present situation we cannot not risk anything." her voice was cold and emotionless again now.

Ingrid could not afford the luxury of showing emotion to others. The knight had already seen that she was worried and loved her daughter. The worst was inertia. Had she been able to hate, she would surely have hated such situations where she could do nothing.

"I believe she’s proven, I don’t doubt the Grand Admiral’s combat skills. Rather, is the question of whether you can resist necromancy somehow by not drawing life force from you remotely, or just do anything to prevent corrupting your mind? Can you do anything to defend yourself against the Force? I think the answer is no." she asked and answered her own question.

For a moment a wry smile appeared on her lips after Isla's words.

"I apologize for violating the protocols, but I definitely had to talk to Lord Geiseric." she said.

Ingrid nodded at Isla's words again. She was glad that her daughter had made friends, allies, people she could trust. She was better at it than her parents. And that filled the woman with joy. After all, she and Adrian were both paranoid and trust was not their strength. Eina was different, thankfully.

"I believe you want to help, as do I. But we are unable to do so, not this time. I know from the Valkyrja that she hasn’t been to the Netherworld in a long time. Yes, I’m worried she could get there through me if I go close to her. Last but not least, I would probably be able to stop and brake her, but only by force, causing pain to her. And with that, I might kill the only person who can save her. If you go down, Admiral, what would you do if she attacks you or Lord Geiseric? You would certainly defend yourself with a weapon because it will only slow a Force Entity down and cause them pain, but it will almost certainly not kill them. Not her, but if you hurt Lady Eina, you might kill Lord Geiseric with it. Or it just hurts him, which makes him unable to do his job. Do you really want to risk this?" she asked with cruel sincerity. "Or to blackmail him with you?"

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic mascot and representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Objective II.: Corrupted Angel; gathering Hyrva's relics
Location: Mountain area, Zygerria's surface
Equipment: Current form || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing with:: Geiseric | Closed (Please ask to join)
Tags:: Isla Draellix-Kobitana

[ Bring me to life ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Eina headed out, but finally stopped in the air. She was instructed to find out what had happened. So she sighed and floated back inside to the corpses. She also knew and used necromancy in her true nature as not a corrupted entity, but she never did it with evil purposes. Previously, she only summoned "demons” with good character, or similar beings, not others. Never use this as a Dark Side ability. After all, like Valkyrja, she respected the dead.

This was not true at the moment. She held out her clawed, tentacle-like fingers and uttered a few words in ur-Kittât. The woman's power migrated into what she heard, then they moved a few moments later. The souls found their way out of Netherworld again and descended back into the bodies. The bodies stood up from the ground with unnatural movements and looked in the direction of the entity.

"Speak! I want to know everything what happened here!" she commanded.

Only the mercenaries came back to life, the demons are not. The story of the demons was not interesting, but that of the intruders was much more so. Eina, and thus Hyrva, hoped to get enough information from them. Former mercenaries, soldiers, or who knew what they were while they were alive, began to talk about who they were and why they were here…

 

[Aurelian Sigismund]

Aurelian Sigismund,
High Imperator, Princeps of Vandemar, Grandmaster of the Legions
✠ Objective: I. Cleanse the Black Site
✠ Location: Landing on Zygerria, near Black Site Consort
✠ Gear: Urizen, Mantle, Lancer-blaster, Scutum
✠ Assets: 5x Shield Cadres (75 Legionnaires)
✠ Tag(s): Pietro Demici

The Zakuulan set his sea-green gaze onto the approaching man. His tactical HUD ran a facial recognition with pages of information coming up right away, as well as an evaluation, but before the latter could be finished, the High Imperator was already removing his helmet. The short-cut blonde hair was as pragmatic as the rest of his expression, emotionless and determined. Aurelian offered a stiff and slight bow of his head to the Ashlan representative.

"Cardinal Demici. It is an honour to be here, no enemy should remain unnoticed, no foe unhunted. Vandemar is just starting its participation in the great purging of our dear Galaxy."

The words came as fluently as if they were not bearing a double meaning, straight and honest they seem, and they are. The High Imperator made no secret of his distaste for the Sith and their lackeys. But he has experienced the fanatism of Light-siders just as equally destructive and even more arrogant. The Sacking of Coruscant, the fall of Lord Hoth, the Great Jedi Purge, headlines in a history of failed good-doers and pretending pacifists. The Ashlan Crusade at least did nto lack the military arm, they were militarist and equally determined in their drive to cleanse the worlds of the Dark side filth.

"My men will gladly offer their expertise to clear a way into the facility. They are quite proficient at frontal assaults and dealing even with Force users."

Aurelian Sigismund stood as a leader of gene-modified soldiers, himself being the pinnacle of ancient technologies long forgotten. His size and his calmness gave him a naturally intimidating aura, but when he spoke, when his helmet was removed, he emitted a true feeling of unyielding determination, strength and authority. Unshakeable and divine.

✠ ✠ ✠​

Without an order given or consent awaited, the five cadres, the Legions squads, moved towards the frontline, calm and with one step, perfectly synchronised. Fiften tall, muscular soldiers clad in power armor advanced, moving around the talking and their retinue. The Shield Cadres all had their Lancer-blasters ready, the Scutum in their left hands. The Evocati Cadres were readying their melee weapons, sacred looking paladin battleblades and savage motorblades. They were the assault units, rushing into the enemy and bringing death and merciless retribution through the sanctity of melee. ​

 

[Arturo Braga]

Objective: Hutt Hunting
Tags: Mairéad Solus Silhana Cadera Stardust Solus Skirae Ivixa Nera'kas Vivian Skye ( Heinrich Faust Ulrica Adolfina Inkara Liet )
Kit: BR-212 'Jackal' ACR, KC-77N Hybrid Pistol, Black Sun Armor Mark. I

Arturo shrugged. "No reason in particular," he replied, noting Mai's smile, the change in her tone. "It's good to know I won't be stepping on any toes by icing him." Any toes he cared about, at least. He was pretty sure Hutts didn't have them, and any followers Rookal had would likely take to their heels once their paymaster was left dead and rotting beneath the Zygerrian sun. Payback wouldn't be a problem. Nor would the bounty.

The slug was worth the same hot or cold. Cold was easier.

Humming his acknowledgement, Arturo watched his new companion out of the corner of his eye as Lynne -and Star?- spoke their minds. Dead slavers or no, what happened here wouldn't change anything in the long term. The slain wouldn't be able to enslave anyone else, sure, and those they owned would be freed from their bonds. Yet, someone somewhere would take their place. Not here, maybe, but somewhere. It was a cycle that Arturo knew would never be broken, not until the Galaxy itself imploded.

Given recent happenings, that might well be soon.

The sound of a speeder pulling up made Arturo turn, his brow rising slightly as the driver stopped a dozen feet away and hopped out. On instinct, Arturo's hand began to drift slowly to the blaster pistol holstered by his left thigh. The driver looked inconspicuous enough, as did his ride, which the man soon abandoned. A quick once-over had Arturo smiling. Mairéad, it seemed, had chosen well. In that regard, at least. In others...

“Oh, great. Amazing.”

Casting a glance over his shoulder, Arturo half-turned as he recognized the figure to which the voice belonged, his mood souring in an instant. Well, chit. Taking in the form of Rominaria Seven as she came to stop before them, the Underboss was quick to measure up her Togruta friend. After what had happened on Annaj, the small Asa'nyx was one of the last people he wanted to see again, let alone work with. But then, he tried not to work with spooks, period. The keyword there being tried.

"Romi." Arturo nodded in greeting. The hand that had sought his blaster pistol earlier crept a little closer to it's target, close enough that he felt his fingertips brushing the grip. "I'd say it's nice to see you, but I get the sense that the feeling isn't mutual."

A pause as he decided what to say next.

"You look good. Angry, but good."

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

Objective 2

Location: Hangar deck
Tags: Geiseric Eina L'lerim-Vandiir Ingrid L'lerim​

Spoiler: loadout

Armor of Sanctity
Ashlan Rosary
LPD-31 Stormshard Assault Rifle
Admirals Sabre - etched songsteel sharpened to a monomolecular edge

Isla was nothing if she was not humble about her own limitations as she listened to Ingrid make her case.

"You are right, I have have very little defense against whatever Eina has become, my armour and training can only go so far and from what I know of her, she is a powerful entity, like yourself." The half description of Eina and Gei's connection just confused her more, the force was such a strange beast and study as she might, there were things beyond her understanding.

"What do you suggest then? It pains me to do nothing, I have been through a lot with her and care about her a great deal?"

She turned to Geiseric "for what it is worth, I will meditate and pray for you when I can, good luck and may Ashla Guide you." Isla was frightened for the Master Jedi's fate. Isla was aware of some of the power that Ingrid had, and if she felt she was unable to save Eina herself, then she could only pray that Gei had a shot.

She was so frustrated right now, she couldn't help Eina on the surface, and there was nothing she could do up here either.

"Lady Ingrid, please don"t tell me that you dont eat and drink either as I could really do with a glass of wine about now? We truly do have much to discuss, and if we are only able to send our thoughts and prayers down to the surface to Eina, we should at least make the best of a bad situation."

Isla would allow Geiseric to carry out his mission and ensured the Sisters had explicit orders not to fire on Eina unless Geiseric himself gave the order. There was no interpretation in this and punishment for disobedience would be severe. She was aware that several in the order felt that even the Ashlans were too easy to offer forgiveness over death, a result of their flash trained indoctrination. These Sisters would not be allowed to harm either Eina or Geiseric.

​

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Objective: hunt Slavers
Tags: Stardust Solus Skirae Arturo Braga Ivixa Nera'kas Silhana Cadera
Vivian Skye

Equipped: paired lightsabers, lots of anger, an unmarked speeder truck

There was so much anger here, so much lust for vengeance, she felt she was in the right company.

"So far, I thought we didn’t come here for one person. But to help the slaves." I said to the words of the girl and the man.

"Don't get me wrong, I want to save as many slaves as possible, these ones, and any slaves that may go through this filthy place in future."

She looked around as the others turned up, a small goblin like creature from a species she didn't recognise, a togruta and an a very large green Twi'lek woman that oozed with power. There was a degree of animosity in the air, this wasn't entirely unsurprising, bounty hunter and assassin type could just as easily be enemies if the cash wasn't right, and there was no cash on the table today, this was all for 'charity' .

"So who is coming in the van, it is taking me to the palace, about now my target should be just greeting his first guests. The hutts like to surround themselves with other criminals... other slavers." She grinned menacingly, hoping the promise of extra blood would sweeten the pot. "His hareem will be being scrubbed and dressed for the best showing."

It made her sick to the stomach to think of women this very moment going through what she went through on that Zygerrian crate, there was the despair she craved, as her skin skilled and condensation formed as the air temperature immediately around her dropped, but no longer was it out of her control. She was one with the cold and the cold was with her. It was now her weapon to have mastery over. She played with the cool breeze over her finger tips.

"Well I am ready," she said thoughtfully, "let's hop in the speeder, and if any of you are going to the market, please give us a few moments to get clear before you start the party, don't get too excited and blow our cover."

Picking up her satchel, she took a long drink on her canteen then began to make her way to the waiting speeder.

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Tags: Ulrica Adolfina , Mairéad Solus , Arturo Braga , Silhana Cadera , Inkara Liet, E Eric Vales

Heinrich continued pressing forward until he reached the very front of the crowd. All that remained between him and the auction stage was a small fence and a group of armed guards. His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the crowd, slowly picking out several incognito members of the Sons of Ession. Everything was slowly falling into place...

Suddenly, a bump from a stranger distracted the Grand-Marshal's attention. At first he believed it to be a pickpocket, causing him to search his pockets. His possessions remained his, but a mysterious note had seemed to find its way onto his person. Heinrich discretely took a look at the note, realizing that it was proposing a potential escape route, should the worst occur. It could have been a trap, but Heinrich could sense the familiar presence of Eric Vales nearby, leading him to believe the note was his work. He made a mental note, feeling even more confident in his plan.

Turning his attention back to the auction, Heinrich continued to make notes of the interested parties. The Crusade had no tolerance for slavery within their borders, and as such, Heinrich would see these would-be buyers arrested before the day was done. He slowly reached for his lightsaber, intending to make himself known... until he noticed the presence of another.

Inkara wasn't someone that Heinrich had met, but he knew that she had been present on the dreaded world of Wgah'nagl. Though he couldn't quite discern the full extent of what she was doing, he felt the faint, distant feeling of lingering dread that had plagued him on that cursed world. She seemed to be channeling her own experiences and feelings outward toward the crowd, likely trying to throw them mentally off balance. Luckily, the feeling was much less potent than what Heinrich experienced on Wgah'nagl, allowing him to maintain a barrier against the strange sense of uncertainty.

Slowly, the pieces were falling into place, and in time, the crusader would make his move...

 

[Pietro Demici]

Tags: Aurelian Sigismund

The High Imperator came across as a true leader of singular vision. His words carried the weight and power befit of such a leader, garnering respect within the cardinal. Though Pietro was uncertain of where many within the NIO's ranks stood in terms of the Crusade, it did not prevent him from feeling grateful for the added support.

"Indeed, we can not allow any stone to go unturned until the blight of the darkness is fully eradicated."

His gaze fell back to the Black Site, and Pietro surveyed the terrain before them as the man spoke of the skills his troops possessed.

"Well then, my thanks are doubled. Your forces will serve well on this field of battle. The Sisters of Ashla will join your men in the vanguard, and the second wave will provide cover for the first. I have no doubt that our combined efforts will win us the day."

Without further word, the High Imperator's troops swung into action, taking place at the forefront of the Ashlan lines. Their movements were swift and efficient, exhibiting the skill and discipline expected of such a refined force. Pietro turned toward one of the chaplains of his Holy Guard, giving him the signal to relay his orders. Among the Ashlan lines, the Sisters of Ashla could be seen preparing for their own assault, ready to make their move at a moment's notice. The cloned soldiers of the Grand Admiral had proven themselves incredibly useful upon the battlefield, and though Pietro had originally been unsure of introducing clones into the ranks, he had grown to respect their skill and devotion.

"I will oversee the first wave from the front lines, and keep an eye out for potential sallying parties. Should we not run into any surprises, I will be joining the attack in the second wave. Once we have breached the facility, we will have to be thorough. Our intel shows that much of the facility is in ruin, but that will only mean that there may more dark corners for the Graug to hide in."

He turned back to Aurelian, offering one more bow of respect.

"Just as the New Imperials and Ashlans fought side by side upon Ziost and Korriban, so too shall we upon Zygerria, and together, we will cleanse this planet of the darkness of the Bogan. Ashla wills it!"

With those words, the cardinal returned to his men, readying to sound the vanguard's advance.

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Slave Market, Capital City - Zygerria
Objective: Guilt Free Murder
Dialogue Legend: <"High Nelvaanian"> │ “Galactic Basic”
Tags: Mairéad Solus Arturo Braga Silhana Cadera Vivian Skye Stardust Solus Skirae

“What’s wrong? You don’t seem too pleased to see these guys.”

“Oh, nothing. Just water under the bridge. They’re perfectly honest and this will all go according to plan.” The diminutive assassin said aloud, the bitter sarcasm evident in her tone as she spoke.

Taking in those present, Ivixa’s gaze found the brown-haired woman who seemed to be the leader of the group as she spoke, informing them that the truck would be taking them to the palace of a certain Hutt gangster. Golden eyes went wide with anticipation upon hearing the woman’s proposal, the prospect of killing criminals, drug dealers, and slavers evidently being too much for the sniper to resist.

“Actually...change of plans, Vivian.” Ivixa said, a carnal, bloodthirsty expression coloring her cyan features as the words left her lips. “We’re still killing slavers, but we’ll kill the ones at the palace, instead.” She said. “There’ll be all manner of scum there, for both of us, dear.” The assassin purred, giving a playful wink to her partner as she did.

“If the rest of you want to raid the market, feel free.” She continued, nodding to the Underboss and the two Twi’lek Mandalorians.

Where many of the others were ex-slaves who naturally despised slavers, having been raised in the slums of the Scintilla, Ivixa had a more general hatred towards criminals, namely drug dealers. She had lost more than a few friends to overdoses, owing to the hard, hyper-addictive formula of spice which the Sunset Strill cartel had peddled throughout slums. While the Agents of Chaos had managed to purge the drug dealers from their fetid lairs, Ivixa had never forgotten seeing the husk-like forms of her friends as they withered away under the stress of addiction.

“We’re ready too.”

Then, nodding to Vivian, Ivixa climbed into the truck, opting to take a seat at the back. The sniper had never told anyone, with the exception of Blackwatch, that she didn’t know how to drive, as she couldn’t see out of most vehicles without extensive modification to their ergonomics. Since she didn’t think Vivian could drive either, that left the brown-haired woman or an astromech as the obvious choice.

Fortunately, it seemed everyone in their group knew how to kill.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa's Phase I "Glitter Ghost" Stealth Armor
  • Undersuit
    • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
  • Left Gauntlet
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • Right Gauntlet
    • LPD-49 Astrapi Miniaturized Static Blaster
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Whimsy Knife (2)
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• AUT/NIO-05
• FAE/M-01 “Scherezade” Energized Vibroblade

 

[Milos Echo]

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Deep within the blacksite, through all the sickening smells and signs of desperation, the Sith from within were preparing for a final last stand...if they could even call them that. So many inside were considered less than that, those that can be called apprentices, acolytes, those rejected through the Academy and used for target practice. Many were those of lost causes, herded by those with barely enough confidence, with a voice to be given to lead them by those barely better than their peers. Graug had already attempted to batter them till there was nothing, forcing them to leave only to return years later. While some tried to bring order, the first wave of troops would soon arrive at their doorstep. All the while, there was shouting, disorganization, chaos from all those around them. Until a voice spoke up, echoing through the hallway with a solid CLACK noise on each step.

"Gentlemen...Gentlemen."

Going behind the one leading this mess, his helmet slowly shifted towards the individual while wearing such heavy armor. When the other would attempt to size him up, the armored male would grip the others shoulder. Trying to move his hand, there was a loud yell, a scream as his life force was siphoned before their very eyes into the armored males body. Bathing in the radiance that would be the Force, he would speak out as he addressed the crowd, not letting go of his victim.

"Gentlemen...I am in charge now. We shall live through this folly of an error. We shall secure the inside of this facility and with it, it becoming our salvation. Brethren, Sisters, hide into the shadows, strike those that disturb our life. Today...the Jedi, these Ashlan have a new fear."

Speaking these words as he slowly let go of his victim, the skin tight corpse would fall over. Disentgrating almost completely once it hit the ground, the clothing and weaponry that was left laid onto the ground. Using the Force, he extended his right hand to retrieve the lightsaber from his downed victim and activated it, raising it above his head as he spoke out before they would disperse for a conflict unlike those they have ever seen.

"Us."

 

[Aurelian Sigismund]

Aurelian Sigismund,
High Imperator, Princeps of Vandemar, Grandmaster of the Legions
✠ Objective: I. Cleanse the Black Site
✠ Location: Landing on Zygerria, near Black Site Consort
✠ Gear: Urizen, Mantle, Lancer-blaster, Scutum
✠ Assets: 5x Shield Cadres (75 Legionnaires)
✠ Tag(s): Pietro Demici , The Echo

"Order prevails."

'Ashla wills it.' Ancient belief, predating even the Jedi and Sith. The fighting between Dark and Light side has been the reason of the greatest catastrophies and cataclysms in the history of the Galaxy and yet they stick to it like flies to a pile of dung. Religion is the death of reason. But people stick to desperate, nonsensical organisations when the time is dire. When chaos and instability are omni-present. But chaos is a ladder and the people strife for nothing else than to live their lives, not giving them in someone else's war, especially not in the war of a galactic minority who has dominated politics since they appeared, seeing themselves as 'nature's chosen' by using their powers to interfere in everyones life and business. Put themselves above.

Not the concern of today. Sigismund followed his soldiers, his HUD showing him the most vital information on this site, even video feeds of security cameras and of soldiers who were there when it was attacked the last time. It was a messy place and the Sister of Ashla better are well prepared for a bloody battle in close quarters. He had done his research during their flight here, the Draug were a savage species and the Sith, well, were Sith. The battle to come would be costly, but the expectant results would carry the fruits of future opportunities.

Even as a strategist and tactician of venerable farsight, the High Imperator did never hesitate to put himself into the battle. A good commander knows what his troops are going through, a good leader does it by example. After the Cardinal departed, he followed his troops with long steps.

"Cadre Mithras and Ares, stay behind the Shields. Shields, Testudo-Adamas. Tartarus front, Thanatos and Erebus flanks. Leave any surrendered for the Ashlans, clear every room."

It was both an altered memory, his tactical HUD and the pure military nature of Aurelian which allowed him to know not only the names of the squads he was commanding, but also what their skills, advantages and individual weaknesses were. It was part of his natural emitted authority that he could keep soldiers to his side, that he could make them fight, bleed, sweat and triumph for him.
The orders were submitted in shared com-channel with the Ashlans and pretty simple if you know how the Legions work. Cadres are the basic squads, Shield Cadres are the average, versatile combat cadre which carry most of the battles and they would form a wedge-shaped shield wall with the elite melee cadres behind to break into the enemies lines. Simple. But he added onto the tactical HUD of every cadre the rune for 'maximum violence against any Sith', to ensure that survivors or prisoners of Force sensitives were rare except the Ashlans would watch.

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The Legionnaires passed through the Ashlan lines, already forming up into a wedge behind their large shields, the deflectors in them flickering already in a blue shimmer. As they march forward a near simultaneous click is heard as they put their Lancer-blaster into their preferred firing modes with a simple movement of their thumbs, usually single with their shields. They seem as unimpressed as you can get when moving into a battle, just marching on, defying the idea of cover as well as the idea of restraint. War is their profession.

Their destination was an old artillery emplacement with a destroyed blast door. One of the few entrances into the complex, but neither recommended nor safe to enter. The Graug and Sith cultists which would occasionally appear when using high resolution macrobinoculars would not make the entrance any less dangerous.

Sporadic blaster fire started as the Vandemarian formation moved into their 'confident' shooting range. One or two shots actually hit the shields. Without a voiced command, the first line returned fire. It was a menacing sound. The Lancer-blasters were not made to be subtle and their sound was terrifying. Not as terrifying as what happens when they hit though . . .

The blasters were an advanced development of a Republic and Empire weapon which would fire high explosive bolts. The Lancer shots were equally high explosive, but with a much higher muzzle velocity and therefore a lot penetration power, the plasma cell designed to unleash short fused bolts which would detonate after hitting. Piercing into flesh, armor or fortifications and then exploding, ripping apart whatever was hit.

The first salvo of the Legionnaires scored some hits, but was mainly intimidating. Yet the continued to shoot, methodically, slowly, accurately. ​

 

[Geiseric]

Isla Draellix-Kobitana Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
​

The Eternal Empress’ silver tongue had won out, and Geiseric was on his own. She was right. This was all his mistake and he alone could rectify it. Perhaps in his youth, as a padawan, he would have known how to solve this the way Ingrid wanted him to. He could have been a scholar, a consular, a wise man. But time had changed him. For fifteen years there was no problem he couldn’t solve with a blade in hand and a righteous flame in his heart. And that flame still burned, only getting brighter as the days got darker. He had seen the portents of his god, but nothing could have prepared him for love. He had been too strict with himself, disavowing attachment to the point of driving love far from him. Now he was paying the confusing and dire price, unsure what to do and uncertain of the future.

When the transport took off, he bid adieu to the Sisters of Ashla for the few minutes their dissent would take. He didn’t have long to execute his plan, if it would work at all. He dismissed himself to the small onboard meditation chamber where he knelt and folded his hands in his lap. He let the Force take him, unable to hold back any longer the powers at work. Closing his eyes, a vision overcame him on a long exhale. He could see Eina, as clear as day as if he were standing next to her. In some way, he was, even from across the miles between them. Around her were the strewn bodies of unknown dead. He accepted quickly that it was her doing. This was not his Eina. This Eina belonged to the Bogan, infected with its disease. But he would heal her.

“Eina.”he said sternly. He didn’t speak loud. He knew she would hear him no matter what. “I beseech you to listen to me. I am coming for you. We can end this here. You have eased my suffering, and the suffering of countless souls. Now I will ease yours.”

He looked at the risen corpses standing around her with a heavy heart. Necromancy and Sith sorcery were foul tools. “Let these dead men lie. You help the dead, you do not torture them. It isn’t who you are.”

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Objective - visit the markets, spill the blood of slavers, burn them away

A nod to Silhana Cadera , it was ok that the girl was eager to go and take revenge, however a loose cannon could do more damage to its crew then to the target. Looking around the area she started scanning for any high places as she gave a grin to herself

splitting up and staying in touch is perfect, however my main issue is those who will be escaping...

The solution wasnt the easiest to cone up with and stardust was unsure how she would solve that problem. Closing her eyes she cleared her mind as she started walking forward

we need to ground as many ships as possible, as for those using land based transportation....

Her eyes opened with a flash of fire, a wicked grin forming upon her face as she looked to a high point that would overlook the entire area

let's just say I hope you guys dont mind the heat...I'll be moving off alone...I do not wish to harm any of you once I remove my ring and begin my work

With that she started walking off at a casual pace with a smile upon her face, this truely would be a grand show that she was going to be orchestrating. A lovely symphony of fire and death all at the command of herself

let's begin, I think the main auctions are beginning...they'll all flock there and trap themselves like rats. Then we can truely begin

The dragon slipped into the crowd, her goals in mind and her resolve solid, the slavers across the galaxy shall now fear her new power once more, and what better way then this grand show

Arturo Braga Ivixa Nera'kas Heinrich Faust Mairéad Solus Vivian Skye

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic mascot and representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Objective II.: Corrupted Angel; gathering Hyrva's relics
Location: Mountain area, Zygerria's surface
Equipment: Current form || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing with:: Geiseric | Closed (Please ask to join)

[ Bring me to life ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Eina, i.e. the parasite, listened boredly to the accounts of the dead. A Jedi hired them to escort them here and collect items. The dead didn't know a name, it wasn't their business. She was about to ask something when she heard the crusader's voice. Eina glanced to the side where the man was, seeing him perfectly because of the bond.

Since Gei hadn't tried this before, he couldn't detect it sooner. He didn't talk with Eina. This something, in spite it possessed Eina's body and had similar waves of thought, it was not the woman Geiseric loved. Something parasitized on Eina's soul, mind, energy, and that something essentially merged with her.

"Interesting, but no, Eina is gone, we exist, not her. She gave up the fight when you left us alone, even though you promised not to leave her. She didn’t fight me anymore, and so we exist. Like the master said, you lost us before we could be yours! We don't need you anymore, nor your empty promises, you always break them!" the creature replied.

However, they either lied or did not know the truth. Through the dyad, Geiseric could feel that Eina was still there somewhere. Barely perceptible, in the mind of the entity, she was very weak and barely flickered in the Force. Eina was dying, almost completely merged with that something that possessed her body. That something, nourished on the woman's memories and thoughts, will merge and become one, based on the perceived effect.

But what he felt from Eina's direction was not dark. Corruption was there, but what still existed from the Valkyrja, it was not in Bogan's claws. She was weak, fading away, in pain, but she was still herself. The parasite could not yet completely destroy her. But she was deep, very deep, captive in her own mind…

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Objective: Corrupted Angel; Save Eina
Location: Aboard the AC ship
Equipment: Brynja coat and hat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Tag: Isla Draellix-Kobitana

[ Rise of the Empire ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

"It is a wise decision, Grand Admiral!" she said.

What could she have said next? Ingrid was not religious, she never believed in gods. She, even if she had been religious, would have changed when she killed the Night Spirit. From that moment on, she believed even less in these beings. Ingrid killed a "goddess", absorbed her powers, but never, not even for a moment, thought she had become a god. That's what a Sith would think. It was a curse in her eyes. And in her eyes the gods were only powerful Force Users or Force Entities.

"Wait, there's nothing else we can do. If you are religious, you can also pray." she said.

And it seemed to the Empress that the other woman was really religious. Ingrid nodded to the departing Geiseric. She really believed that the man would be able to solve the situation. Force-bond… no, without the dyad wouldn’t have believed in it, but with that bond… if the man couldn’t do anything, she really didn’t know who could do. The red-haired woman is not known any strong Light Side Force User and she did not want to subject her daughter to the NJO's methods. Maybe Lord Heavenshield. She trusted that it would never be necessary to find out.

"I accept a glass of wine, Grand Admiral! Lead the way!" she said.

If they arrive at a more private place, she will speak again.

"The attack… I do not consider it an act of war because you do everything you can to save my daughter. But this action cannot be left without consequences. I know Lord Grayson wanted good, but the methods were not the right ones. I don’t like it when someone wants to use me or my people. I want assurances that this will not happen again. I originally planned for Lord Grayson to marry Lady Eina as part of an alliance, but because of Lord Geiseric, I will not make such a proposal to your ruler."

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

Objective 2

Location: Hangar deck
Tags: Geiseric Eina L'lerim-Vandiir Ingrid L'lerim​

Spoiler: loadout

Armor of Sanctity
Ashlan Rosary
LPD-31 Stormshard Assault Rifle
Admirals Sabre - etched songsteel sharpened to a monomolecular edge

Isle led Ingrid to a smaller state room, a pair of her Praetorians followed not far behind for security, but Isla had ordered them to disable their audio feed, not an uncommon practice when discussing sensitive matters of state. The room was comfortable and smart but fairly utilitarian, for all of Isla's attention to outward appearances, she did not have the time for the opulence that some leaders kept. Once they arrived, the two droids went into a passive mode by the door and the the two women entered together. Isla poured a generous glass of fine quality wine for each of them and stood facing out a viewport.

"So let me start by thanking you for not considering our actions an act of war, I doubt anyone would have judged you if you had, all things considered." She turned and sat down after she spoke. There was a sincerity in her voice, an omission that the actions were a mistake.

"Our Lord Grayson is a great man, and I will follow him to the death, but I feel his own personal experiences caused him to act far to hastily. I truly believe we were right to want to bring the Zambranos to justice, but you don't burn down your neighbours house because you think they have a roach problem."

She took a swig of her drink, she was about to make an assurance that honestly was not likely hers to make. However, with the potential leadership change coming, something she would not reveal to the Empress just yet, she may have greater sway. Even Demici had expressed discomfort at the hasty actions over Panatha.

"I assure you that no further actions of the type seen over Panatha will be undertaken in your space, and I assure you, we intend to remain faithful to our alliance"

I originally planned for Lord Grayson to marry Lady Eina as part of an alliance

Isla's discomfort would be clearly noticeable at this statement. She respected Cedric, but he was a harsh man and had a lot of skeletons to deal with before he could give a woman like Eina the love she deserved.

"I don't know how far you had progressed in that vein of thought, but I am personally relieved it is no longer the case. I know political marriages do not necessarily require love, but I do not feel that union would be kind to Eina." She took another drink and smiled "your daughter is one of the kindest and most innocent individuals I have ever met. If I am honest, and speaking with utmost respect to you" Islas tone was friendly and non-confrontational, and she hoped this would come across to Ingrid "I find it really hard to picture her as your daughter, your personalities are very different"

Isla wondered if Ingrid knew that she was one of the last people to speak to Eina before she was taken from them, if she did, she would be truly sorry for failing to reach her, but she wouldn't bring it up herself for risk of unnecessarily raising her ire.

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