Invasion No Quarter | NIO Invasion of TSE held Dantooine

[Amea Virou]

AMCO // Runi Verin

This was far from what she had signed up for. The scraping hiss, the way the man’s voice seemed to almost churl and hiss as the throat set itself right again. It was a haunting sound, one Amea knew would come back later. So far the whole ‘quick in and out’ had turned into something vastly different than anticipated. Of course she would have expected resistance, but it was hard to predict exactly which day would see the Imperial War of Fratricide reach this particular corner of the galaxy.

Not that it was unexpected either. It was more of a scenario where they’d kept their fingers crossed and ended up with nothing. There’d have been maybe an acolyte, a knight or at most some would-be self-proclaimed dark lord, but not this. In retrospect, given the war however, maybe this was what Amea should have expected. Hell, the intel even said there was ‘someone of importance’ around, but not who.

“I’ll take left, you take right.” Amea slowly nodded at her own plan. “My right. We’ll make a plan as we go.” She chuckled. “Deal? Deal.”

And with that she set off into a sprint. Runi to her left, and Amea to the right. It was a sprint straight for what one could probably only assume to be a life-sucking undead. If the old tip was to not let them touch you, well, that was good enough for Amea.

She slid beneath the first one before she stood up again.

“Hey ghosties, you’re as transparent as you are unimaginative.” It was an attempt to bring them over. Not that she expected them to, well, understand. Her voice went low, into a whisper. “That’s it, come to mama.”

Amea threw a glimpse at Runi, motioned toward the man in the suit with an angry thrust of her brows. Divide and conquer, right? Right.

Amea was tactician. Totally.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Equipment​

Armor Taralraiskaz Battle Plate Helm of Malignant Anima Fist of Moridin the Great Weapons Derriphan the Devourer Other Empyrean Gland

The target was knocked out of the path, and so the blade of Carnifex spun over on its end and the hilt slid easily into the hand that now grasped for it. Letting the tip of the blade dip down towards the ground at his side, the once-Emperor listened idly as Thurion set himself between the other three combatants and spoke at length as to why this entire conflict was foolishness.​

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In some capacity the once-Emperor agreed with Thurion, there were far more pressing threats than that of this petty brother's war that had spilled over for far too long. None would survive, not even the New Imperial Order, if the Bryn'adûl were allowed to run rampant throughout the eastern wedge of the galaxy while the existing galactic powers were content to propagate their petty feuds. It was a sobering fact that the Sith, Confederacy, and many leaders of the Conclave had come to realize during their sojourn together in forming this tripartite pact.​

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But the Fel Knight spoke portions of the truth as well, though perhaps he did not realize what he had spoken could be understood in such a manner. The Jedi and the Sith were very similar, two sides of the same coin, and that on a fundamental level both feared to lose the power they had accrued. The Jedi did not even realize the selfish manner by which they clung to authority, an authority they used to perpetrate their own sense of justice and righteousness. The Sith held onto their authority to dominate and subjugate others, driven by their own sense of justice and righteousness.​

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Carnifex? Carnifex sought power because it was his by right, the fundamental truth that he stood upon. Even the Empire was but a means to an end, a way to accumulate power and resources for his own maligned goals. When he had reached his fill of leading the Empire, he delegated that responsibility to those he trusted so that he could more directly influence his other projects far beyond the purview of the galaxy's defenders. He had not come to Dantooine to fulfill some pact, nor did he believe it was the right thing.​

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There was only one reason why he had come.​

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But that would have to wait, as again the Fel scion rushed at him. Pushing aside the Lion King with a mild telekinetic burst, the Imperial Knight reached out with a more impressive display of the Force to crush the helmet the once-Emperor over his brow. Such a blatantly telegraphed attack was easily swatted aside by the multi-decade veteran, the once-Emperor's defenses far too comprehensive at this stage in their brief scuffle to be overwhelmed by a man his junior. A man outfitted with cybernetics at that, limiting just how strong he could become in the Force by inducing artificial elements into his body.​

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Content to stay on the defensive, for the time being, the once-Emperor side-stepped, backpedaled, and allowed his sword to lazily swing up and around to block the Imperial Knight's silver blade as it neared. Despite his towering stature, the once-Emperor was far more nimble than some could give him credit for, it was one of those misconceptions he allowed to propagate to his own advantage.​

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"Tell me, Fel," spoke Carnifex rather casually as they continued their dance, "What do you know of a man named Ronan?"​

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Thurion Heavenshield | Rurik Fel | Oceiros Sunstrider ​

 

[Creuat]

K N I G H T
GALACTIC ALLIANCE
NEW JEDI ORDER
JEDI-IMPERIAL JOINT STRIKE TEAM

L O C K _ H O R N S​

His tendrils could feel the scarlet woman all of a sudden suppressing her emotions, and it was indeed skeptical for him. She was hiding something from him. Was she ever cleared to be a neutral bystander and give relief? Not that he could remember and if so, why here and not on the front lines of Garang?

She was lying, he believed so.

“No, I don’t think I will,” he declined on giving his name to her, as he wasn’t in the mood to spare dialogue in the midst of battle. His tone and attitude was rash and intense, coming off as rude and arrogant with little to be humble about. “You claim to be helping the wounded, yet why not focus your efforts on the capital city of Garang? Why here at this temple of damnations?”

Ultimately he did not know what her intentions were, but he had a feeling that they were to aid the Sith. She could claim and hide as much as she wanted of giving relief to those desperate, but in his own perspective those that dedicate to the demented practices of the Sith deserved no sympathy. Tolerance for the Sith and its willing disciples was what led to many worlds devastated.

“I vanquish those that serve the Dark Side, whether Sith or otherwise; and you, for your supposed intents, have opted to strengthen the cause of the Sith.”

She would face the repercussions of her actions, and know how poor of a choice it was. At an end her rule was as the Eternal Empress, and not so short it was.

Without a word he darted at the woman, emerald lightsaber in hand with intents of striking her down with a slash against her solar plexus.



ALLIES | NIO | NJO | Ryv | Loske Treicolt | Shaka Sunstar | Rurik Fel | Oceiros Sunstrider | Cotan Sar'andor | Enlil | Zaavik Dagoth | Dorian Sicarrio | Detritus Ren | Kalika Vaar | Mishel Kryze | Hans Rennagen | Maynard Treicolt
ENEMIES | TSE | THE ELDER COMPACT | Ingrid L'lerim (ENGAGING)

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Enclave, Dantooine
Objective: Chase and find AMCO to get him off the planet.
Equipment: Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Striith vibrosword | G1 OmniLink || Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet | Empyrean gland
Writing with: Creuat

For a moment, an infinitely frosty smile appeared on her lips. She didn't expect anything else. She knew the man would not say his name, meaning she had such a feeling. She would have just responded with some striking answer to this when sudden pain ripped through her entire body. It wasn't her own pain, it was… Adrian's. The man was injured, or at least hurt by someone, and the Sith Lord was in pain because of it. Luckily, she controlled her body enough not to tremble or show that she was in pain. Her worries, too, were immediately suppressed, so it was not felt.

The only thing she couldn’t control, however, was that her pupils had dilated. Maybe because of fear, maybe out of pain. But these were not really her own reactions and feelings, but the man’s. Even without the Force-bond, she was very much able to tune into the man's emotions before, and especially with the bond. No wonder her own body reflected what the other was feeling, especially that the Sith Lord had handled the pain very badly. Although she taught him, Adrian didn't really have the talent to fight or control pain. Unfortunately. The most desperate thing was that she still didn’t feel where her lover was.

If she had known, she could have teleported there to protect and take care of the Sith Lord, but in this situation? There was nothing she could do, and Ingrid really didn't like being helpless. It took her two or three seconds to be able to speak, she was worried, but for now she had been able to hide it all perfectly.

”You can inquire afterwards, my people are there. You can ask anyone, they will confirm this to you.”

The Eternal Empress didn’t lie, her people were there and they did that too. They had a defensive job, they didn’t attack, they just defended. They did not breach the Eternal Empire’s contract with Irveric Tavlar . She did everything completely legally, which would later be to their advantage. At the man's words, she shook her head slowly.

”If you attack me, you are violating our contract with the NIO and the Galactic Alliance is committing an act of war against the Eternal Empire, which could even lead to war. I don’t serve the dark side, if you look into the Force you can see that I’m completely neutral. I am here to see civilians be able to keep this place safe and no one commits war crimes like my late emperor.” she said all the way in a cold, military voice.

However, all this was not used, for the man had already attacked. Ingrid didn't move when the man tried to strike her down, she raised her hand in front of the blade, using the tutaminis. The blade stopped a few centimetres from her hand. The red-haired woman also learned this mainly from Adrian, but it was also there among the stolen memories and knowledge. This process cost quite a lot of energy, so she had to concentrate all the way through.

”That's what you really want, little fish?” she asked.

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[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

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Sakadi rushed forward. She had been standing around for far too long. First in talking with the Empress, followed by protecting the unarmed Jedi who still faced the giant. And now, the Imperial defenders began their battle with the invading New Imperials.​

The Sephi still felt the need to maintain her neutrality. She had wanted to intervene between the civilians and the forces of the NIO by removing the former from the battle and by talking down the latter. The chances of her succeeding in doing so were slim, but Sakadi would take slim chances over bloodshed whenever possible. That plan, however, would only work if she arrived here first, before the NIO. But that was no longer the case. The invaders were here, and the conflict had already begun. It was out of her power to stop it now. All she could do, was try to keep the destruction and deaths to a minimum.​

That line of reasoning brought her to one specific obstacle. The hovertank. It had more armament than just the twin-turret she had disabled with a lightsaber throw. It sported four lateral lasers, each firing relentlessly at the defenders hidden behind their barricades. She would take out the tank, before it annihilated the people and the orphanage as collateral damage behind them.​

The Jedi Master used a series of short, fast combinations to deflect what laserfire she could not evade as she steadily made progress toward the hovertank. The occupants, two gunners, a commander and a pilot, realized the looming threat and focused their fire on the woman with the lavender complexion. But they were too late.​

With a touch of the Force Sakadi leapt up, twisting in midair and firmly landing with both feet on the hovertank. She plunged her saber into the hull and spun, plummeting into the vehicle with the now circular piece of the durasteel hull still under her feet. The hatch opened swiftly after, with the four New Imperial soldiers climbing out in a hurry. A single stroke of her lightsaber later and the previously hovering tank crashed down on the cobblestone street.​

A gymnastic leap through her self-made entrance brought Sakadi back to the disabled hovertank's roof. Brandishing her lightsaber, the Sephi readied for the next threat; either to the NIO or the Imperial citizens.​

Garang | Joycelyn Zambrano | Auteme | Sor-Jan Xantha​

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[AMCO]

Location: Caverns beneath the Sith Enclave proper.
Objective: Improvised Field Trial Besh-1; harry New Imperial forces. Survive.
Equipment: Polyweave Suit, G1 UltraDeluxe, Shield Talisman, Soulstones, Empyrean Gland, [2] Jin'Pins
Writing With: Runi Verin & Amea Virou

As it turned out, the ever-hungry spirits needed very little encouragement to focus their attention on the noisier of the pair - she had struck their maker, for one, and equally importantly her relatively lesser experience in the ways of the Force made her a more appealing target. He could have commanded them to ignore her, of course, but divide and conquer yet applied. Who knows, maybe they would even succeed in taking her down.

It was an open question whether he would allow them to devour her whole or merely nibble if they did; he was rather miffed, after all.

Eyes bearing down on Runi, he smiled grimly. Telekinesis was not the way to go, evidently, but he had more tricks up his sleeve. Raw energy might work, but it was similar - no, better test the boundaries of whatever protection she sported. It was time to go nonphysical.

Look turning into a harsh stare even as the grey-blue of his eyes seemed to be replaced by pits of blackest darkness, his mind pushed against her, telepathic tendrils reaching inwards, trying to dig deep in order to drag to the surface the worst experiences of her no doubt eventful life.

 

[Izen-Ahl-Izen]

OBJECTIVE I: HELLJUMPER, HELLJUMPER

Light Of Aidan

OPERATIONAL GROUP - SPEARHEAD​

The entire gunship rattled from the strain of reentry, despite the well crafted nature of the RDAGx, Izen-Ahl-Izen found himself worrying for a moment if there was a threat of the door ripping off of it’s hinges as the Dantooine sunlight bore in through the shaking door, as if there was someone just outside holding on and battering against it for dear life. The moment they broke through atmosphere and entered the blue, so very blue skies of the agri-world, the sounds of artillery and anti-air emplacements filling that blue could be heard. Occasionally, one would slam close enough to rock the gunship. The Tiss’shar had one hand wrapped around the hanging grips from the ceiling in an attempt to stabilize himself, his other hefted the heavy disruptor rifle he had been specializing with in training for weeks.

The sliding door creaked open, grinding against metal as the wind buffeted the fame of the ship. The harsh whips slamming themselves into the gunship, making Izen thankful for the layer of armor between him and the outside world. His visor immediately responded to the new burst of light, dampening it as much as it was able. Giving him visage of the endless hoards of the NIO armed forces on the ground. Rows and rows of armored columns, infantry, and stormtroopers slamming against the immediate outlying sections of the Sith-Imperial defense. Blaster rounds and heavy cannon shot slung into opposing forces, arching up dirt and visera across the sightlines. Through it all however, he could see no major give or take in either direction. There were tall buildings near the early section of the push, something similar to a business setup, brutalist designs obviously constructed post-Sith occupation, where a torrent of blaster fire would burst from at random intervals from random floors. Though, he had been informed this was a residential area, at least, at some point.

Just as he was taking in all of the visual noise, a the gunship filled to the brim with light, as a hologram of a stormtrooper officer, clad in white with a pauldron on his shoulder, materialized in the corner.

“Welcome to Dantooine, Dracon. Glad to see they finally unplugged you from the simulations.” The voice began, double filtered through the hologram and it’s helmet.

“I’ve been assigned as your advisor and will remain so until further notice.”

The gunship began to bank hard, rolling shots of blaster fire erupting from it’s barrels as it sent indiscriminate rounds into one of the tall buildings after an annoying bundle of small arms fire was sent the way of the ship. The round sparking off of the side, one zapping into the paneling behind the Tiss’shar.

“Your objective remains. Soften up Sith forces for the advance. First stop will be the eastern apartment block at the edge of the town. Floor to floor elimination of hostiles. Word is, operatives have already taken initiative on the building’s twin. Secure the structure, and await further orders.”

The gunship came screaming in hard at the top section of the building. The disruptor was brought to Izen’s shoulder as he departed, feet slamming into the roof.

“Good luck, commando.”

With that, the gunship began to jettison away.

Hell of a hazing ritual.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Vulcanus snarled as he was inclined to do. Such a bumbling creature, he thought himself as the Jedi wasted her breath. It may have been amusing for him if not for the continued rattling of the caverns by the music. But such was the way of The Lord of Embers, easily provoked into rage and aggression - petty. Dangerously so.

Vulcanus did not bother to answer her as he emerged fully from the shadows. Instead the creature remained silent, sword smoldering in his claws as he trudged in her direction. He allowed the energy to build around him, felt the fire burning in his veins and then all at once there was nothing.

The beast stopped. Switch the track? He did not know what that meant. A Jedi phrase more than likely. Whatever it meant mattered little when compared against the power that surged from her briefly before the world felt a little more...silent.

The great beast turned to his left hand as the woman continued to produce her own monologue. He focused on the air, willed the force to bend. Again and again he poured more of himself into the effort until a brief spark of fire ignited in his hand. It was short lived. No sooner had the fire appeared than was it snuffed out.

Interesting. Ysalamiri perhaps?

No. For no sooner had the thought cross his mind than did a faint voice echo in his skull. @The Shaper's voice grated at his nerves like words spoken in a dream. Faint. Distant. But there. Then he felt the chain pull and his chest grew tight…

...but it did not rip and tear as it had when he was first subjected to its power.

very interesting. This power. This suppression...it lacked the complete deadness of a Ysalamiri bubble yet it made it infinitely more difficult to summon The Force. So difficult it was almost useless to try.

Very interesting indeed.

His sulfuric eyes turned to the woman. If his power was dampened in this makeshift cage than so too would hers be. His face peeled into a bleeding, fanged smile. And again he didn't bother to answer the woman.

"You picked the wrong one today" was the last words Vulcanus allowed to be uttered before he moved. Graug were many times stronger than humans. The strongest of them could kill a wokiee with their bare hands.

Vulcanus was no stranger to melee combat.

With a sudden surge of momentum, Vulcanus drug the trip of his sword across the stone floor with such strength that it shot a small veil of shattered rock towards his opponent. The rocks wouldn't likely do more than blind her momentarily, perhaps even serve as a brief distraction. Thats all they needed to do.

In the same burst of momentum the lumbering beast brought the sword back up high before sweeping it down in a slopped, horizontal chop meant to tear the woman in two.

If this Jedi - or not-jedi, the distinction mattered little to The Graug - wished to test his strength than he would oblige.

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"Foolish lesser's" Kantus's voice called out from beyond the shadows of the cavern adjacent to the Sithling's, "you stand between us and the will of our God. The Immortal Wind favors the strong. Favors death"

Slowly the shadows beyond shifted. The growls of something far from human came forth. "The blood tide comes to drown all who do not kneel to The Hordes. You cannot escape it."

Two large, glowing eyes appeared in the darkness...then a maw of glowing teeth that were large enough to swallow a small tank while. The Glycon Warbeast thundered forward, claws digging into the cavern walls as it ducked through the opening - its body slamming into the stone and loosening the crystals, which promptly plummeted to the ground.

"The Great Horde cannot be stopped!" As if to accent the screaming voice of the priest, the warbeast forced itself fully into the cavern that contained the sithlings. Materializing from the shadows and welded to the beast's back was the gunmetal hide of a large accelerator cannon.

Without warning its muzzle flashed. The roar of the cannon shook the cave and rocked the skulls of even The Graug. Then, through the haze and veil of earthly debris The Graug charged.

Blaster and blade held high as they screamed towards the acolytes.

 

[Jaeger Harrsk]

H E L L I O N
A SQUADRON, 1ST SOD
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
TASK FORCE 'AXIS'
A _ L I F E T I M E _ O F _ W A R

His breath barely catching the pace of his heart, Jaeger lifted off his helmet and lit up a cigarette. A long drawn drag took him away from all his troubles; its smoke drifted carelessly into the sky. Jager needed to think, to plot. They were converging on the precipice, on the gates of evil. Beyond the gates lie only death and darkness, behind them only the piles of good men and women - an edifice of valiant sacrifice in the name of the New Order. Had he grown soft? After all these years behind the desk? Once his zeal burned as bright as the twin suns of Tatooine. Death in service, he'd once viewed, as the greatest honor to be bestowed upon a man. Today? He felt far more reserved.

"Casualties are going up fast, Colonel." Maj. Loghain reported, interrupting his thoughts. They had taken him far away from the battlefield.

He had to reign it in.

"We won't hold this position any longer, not without Vindicate's support...and they are still out of range."

Between a rock and a hard place, that is where Jaeger excelled.

"The Imperator is beginning the assault on the base. He's ordered all Axis callsigns to do so, as well." Loghain stated and then added solemnly, "It will be a slaughterhouse, Sir."

Hard times create strong men.

"We have enough supplies and ammo for this, but beyond that we're gonna need to establish a resupply, or scavenge from the enemy. The enemy's dug in deep, man- it ain't gonna be easy, no way in hell. You got a breach point yet? My scouts ID'd two, maybe three. High risk, all of 'em."

Fighting the galaxy created indomitable men.

Resolve flashed across his sunglasses. His scars hardened. Jaeger pivoted his rifle upwards and leaned it on his shoulder.

"Yubari, find Grauv and pack yourselves with charges - you know what to do with them once we get in." he ordered, noting the blood, bone, and teeth lingering on her fist. Then to Loghain, "Ruben, we'll split in two teams - use the two points Kor mentioned to go over the walls."

His attention then fully shifted to Tulan Kor, the Kinslayer. Jaeger clicked his teeth and breathed heavily as he glared at the man. The Traitor of Ingo. He took one last drag of his cigarette before dropping it on the ground and squashing it with the soles of his boot. Seven years ago he would've taken out his pistol and executed the man right on the spot. Tulan Kor deserved no less. Jaeger would never forgive, he would never forget but under these blood red skies drenched in the blood of mortal men yanked into a war as pawns of Sith Kings and Jedi Lords - he understood. Kor had defied these Gods, even if it cost him his honor and the lives of his brothers-in-arms.

He had been the first New Imperial long before the New Imperials.

Seven years ago, the orders he would utter would've been out of retribution, a brutally conceived act of vengeance.

Today, it was an act of redemption. An act of repatriation borne out of desperation and the horrors of reality. Of a lifetime of war.

"Tulan, you will lead Demon Company into the fray. Frontal assault, we will need the distraction to get Axis inside." Jaeger said knowing full well what that meant against the entrenched Sith. Silence fell between the two before Harrsk abruptly raised his hand in a salute.

"Godspeed, Commander Kor."

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NIO | ALLIES | Irveric Tavlar | Djorn Bline | Tulan Kor | Rika Hiro | Vostok Grauv | Tyrell Paxxus | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Lucien Dooku
TSE | ENEMIES | OPEN | Darth Prazutis | Taiia Mataan ] | Luna Terrik | Gerwald Lechner | Aiden Wolf

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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"Oh no, oh no here he goes, with the rocks, stop drop and pop down with the chop," Mishel spat the bar fast as she flipped the track again and moved out of the way of the gargantuan creature's blade. "Here you are predictably vile, it's a shame that Carnifex didn't cover you in his bile, oh wait maybe you like that, gross." She stopped to be disgusted for just a moment before sliding away as the blade hit the rocks. "I was wrong you can't swing that stick. Do you always shrink like that?" She questioned his posture and looked up at the cavern's ceilings and smirked as she drew her attention back down to the graug before her. "Oh, I see you, beat on your chest like a played out hype beast, sippin' on the Sith juice and simpin' for the Empire that's about as overdone as your hi-yah chop, just a bit over the top, don't you think?"​

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"No, wait, if you think it's harder than one-two-three when you came for me. If you didn't know, you're about to learn that every time you try to knock me back down I'm just like the Kerrigans, I get the kriff back up again." She was honestly insulted that he was so predictable but what did she expect it was the Sith Empire. They were just here to protect the shiny rocks she was sure of it, otherwise why else would he waste his time but that was fine. "Let's stop and rewind for just a sec, big bad wanna-be I think I remember you, seven days straight but can't make eight, oh wait, here we go, it's you and me, the wanna-be Jedi but say can you hold this thought? I'm just gonna charge." At least her time at the various universities around the galaxy wasn't completely wasted, and neither was her time kept locked up by Carnifex and Raaf, for a quick history lesson. ​

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Force Light continued to charge on the backtrack her eyes still stayed illuminated, the force suppression would weaken as she strengthened Force Light. No doubt her opponent would seize the opportunity. "It's the rumble down under, oh, croikey mate looks like this one's gonna blow." A pause. "His load early with another swing? Come on, come on show me what you got you're gonna go again. You're about as smooth as the Jen'ari, so let's keep this up just for a lil' while you see my friends and I came to STOMP."​

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"While you're here tryin'a bust-a-move, we're makin' all your bases belong to us droppin' bodies faster than a Bryn'adul raid, oh - snap, that's the whole point of this compact, huh?"​

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"Damn."​

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The rocks blinded momentarily sure, but that swing was high enough that Mishel had dodged it easily. Here she was the solo-hero final level against the big bad boss. ​

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INTERACTING WITH: Other Space Kaiden
NIO | JEDI | ALLIES: N A N I?!
TSE | ELDER COUNCIL | OPPONENTS: Ruek Tast | Iasha Rha | Alina Tremiru

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Before him the rift grew ever larger still.

Every bomb blast and charged bolt rocked through the city as the defenders stood firm against the walls of the Sith Empire's layered defense. Confederate and Sith fought together and his people even did their part in the assault, the armed militia electing to join the defense of their home. They would not budge. After the expansive campaign over the Braxtant Run that had cost them dearly, it was the fault of a failing ideology, a failing system. But in defeat came the answer to their future, the key to victory. That was the evolution into Sith Eternalism and the rise of the Sith Diarchy. It was the passing of a mantle. The culmination of a relationship spanning six decades with his nephew the Once-Emperor Darth Carnifex . In the beginning he was the teacher of the younger Zambrano, found in the aftermath of his parents deaths he took him under his wing, taught him to fight, to live, conquer, and dominate. He gave him the tools and watched him turn into a weapon.​

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In the Sith Order the student became the master and so the Bloodsoaked Desecrator, the legend from a golden age long since past on a world lost to the pages of history had become a student once again. That led to the mastery of the dark side, domination over the sith and over the Sith Empire as a whole until finally? The Shadow Hand stepped out of the light and onto the throne that was his by right. As the pendulum of change had once more swung down against him this time he was ready. Time and time again it struck without warning and subjected his life to its whimsy. Not anymore. It was a system he would cast down and destroy. The Noćna Mora was his monster, his creation. The culmination of so much hard work poured into one barely containable monstrosity. It's fury would swallow worlds and send souls screaming into the nether for the Master of Death.​

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As the rift grew the crater beneath the shimmering orange aperture grew wider still, the earth cracked and blackened to a volcanic sheen. Fire began to slowly grow in a small ring around the portal. Waves of liquid fire sprayed out like the churning tides of a sea amidst a storm from beyond. The beast within radiated a crippling aura of fear that would not be denied not by the small size of this rift. It pressed out oppressively into the material plane and tried to crush all beneath its fury. The Dark Lord wielded his considerable might to draw the rift wider still. Yet he stopped suddenly and turned his head to the side, a familiar presence approached. It was stronger now, older even. A man no - a wolf many centuries his junior, a pup on the grand stage. Gerwald. Alongside another geared for battle that had lurked on the edges of the area had made himself known and spoke to the wolf. A man wrapped in blackened armor that obscured every feature - even his face was hidden beneath a helm that burned with red orbs staring back at him. It was a black hole, a void in the realm of the force, he stood with the cool presence of a trained soldier and the alertness of a killer ready to strike at a moments notice. There was another with a savage ferocity that burned in her eyes. Power unchecked, one a distinct lack of experience in the realm of the force yet strong enough to call upon it with a surge of emotion, this one? This one especially drew his eye.​

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"You've grown stronger pup. But not strong enough. I shall do what you lack the courage to do. You think you know power, pup? You think you understand? Allow me to show you what the vessel of my wrath shall unleash upon this threat to galactic stability. Bear witness to my resolve. Fire. For the Empire. Fire."​

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A howl through the air, a challenge had momentarily drawn the notice of the Dark Lord to the man that had burst onto the scene. It was a brave effort, but ultimately futile. The man had left himself exposed as others swept in, and he would find the way to the Dark Lord blocked, but this truth wouldn't come until it had already begun.​

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Gerwald Lechner | Redd | Aiden Wolf | Lucien Dooku ​

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[Detritus Ren]

Location: Dantooine Enclave, Within Command Center
Allies: NIO, GA, Hans Rennagen
Enemies: Eldar Compact, Sith, SJC, CIS Arctus Silmar
Equipment Silver Crossguard Lightsaber, Imperial Knight Battle Armor

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Jin's leap was met with telekinetic force trying to knock him down. In a hasty attempt, the young Kyrel attempted to drive his crossguard saber to the ground. Creating a grip of which he could hold onto. While the man, no this devil seemed to be intrigued by the Imperial Knight. While he felt that his friend, his brother Hans had followed closely behind. He sensed the nobleman was afraid, while he struck down Sith, and fought beside Jin. He was not as eager as Jin, but still backed his fellow Knight Errant. Even now as the two apprentices faced down an overwhelming foe. Kyrel was on the precipice of using his darkness as a weapon. While as a Knight he was taught to use the force of both light and dark as a tool, he was stepping into dangerous territory with the dark side.

What he felt from this figure, this man of dark evil magic. More so than that of the Magicks of Dathomir. He felt that the man not only was unphased by the arrival of the two knights. But overall welcomed them. As what emerged from the command center was more dark warriors, monstrosities powered by the being's magic. While they fed off of Jin's own darkness. Jin fought darkness with darkness. His saber taking a more brutal approach, as with both hands grasping the hilt swung the blade in a brutish way. Relying on a primitive and heavy variant of Djem So. His own saber skills not fully refined, yet still did damage to what remaining Reforge there was. When it came to the likes of the Darksworn that tried to stop his Brother Hans from joining Jin. Jin reacted with naively trying to cut his blade into his foe. But the effect produced little result. Causing Jin to focus on the hulking behemoths instead of the evil sorcerer of which he tried so desperately to stop the ritual from even completing.

Trying to avoid the strikes, he spoke his teeth gritted. "I will not allow you to harm my brother's soulless monstrosity!" He said as his eyes shifted to a slight yellow. Gathering the darkness from the ritual, from those around him in order to manifest a unique ability of his Nightsister heritage. Reaching out, his palms glowed green, looking at the Darksworn, no words came only instead of a feral cry of anger. The green blasts shooting forth, as if it was an intense version of Force Lightning. Disintegrating the beasts in a blast of illuminating dark side energy used by a different sort of magick But while he may have stopped the Darksworn, aiding his brother in finally joining the fight. It was only time enough for the dark being to use his evil magick. The ground began to glow, connecting to the Sith Runes of the fallen automatons. As if killing them had only activated one part of the ritual.

Dark Side tendrils appearing all around him. He looked to his fearful brother speaking in a gentle tone. "It will be okay brother. I won't let them hurt you! I'll kill this Sith even if means I'll die trying!" He said the conviction there, watching and trying to avoid the tendrils within the ritual circle. As an heir of darkness. The dark side, the tendrils did not bother him. Did not scare him away, instead, it only further excited him, he only fed on it more. His eyes growing into more of an orange glow showing that he was Kyrel Ren's son. That his legacy after all could not be turned away today. That it would be used to stop all the enemies that harmed both the NIO, and his Imperial Knight brothers.

His attention turned in that moment, a spear was launched towards them. Realizing what he had to do, he got in front of Hans only seconds after it started an approach to either one of them. At that moment the blade pierced his shoulder, the tip lodging into the ground. Letting out a cry of pain, blood coughing from his lips. He could feel something come of it, yet held whatever it was at bay with the dark side. "Ughh... Y-You may kill me... Sith... But I swear I will take you with me!!" He said with such determination, in between coughing some blood up. He slowly grimaced as he pulled the spear out. Twisting it out slowly, tearing a good bit of flesh away, as he took the spear. Aiming to cut down through the tendrils. He roared, as he cloaked the Sith's spear.

Fashioning a spear of midnight black, despite what came from the blade infecting him. He started to move, willing his legs to move, after a moment he began running to the wall of tendrils. Positioning the spear, he started to launch it, the makeshift spear of midnight black. Infused with dark side energy was sent back to its maker. Cutting through to the tendrils, and in one mad dash, Jin leaped through the tiny opening. Crashing to the ground leading him to be a one on one with the Sith Lord... Coughing up more blood, he stood slowly, struggling to straighten himself, as he slowly shook. His body was already weak. Running on sheer willpower and dark side energy. Entering into a sort of "Beast Mode." He snarled spitting a chunk of blood. Looking at the creature with yellow eyes. "Let's dance..."

 

[Hans Rennagen]

Allies: NIO | NJO | Detritus Ren
Enemies: TSE | SJO | CIS | Arctus Silmar
Equipment: Lightsaber, Shield, Imperial Knight Armour
Let's Dance

As Hans chased after his ever-spirited companion, his path was blocked by a large, black angelic figure. Wings and flesh of dark metal that Hans might have mistaken for a droid if it weren't for the imposing presence in the force that radiated from the thing. It moved as cold and robotic as a droid, yet an aura of anger and pain poured out from around it.

The Darksworn brought its weapon down in a clean arc towards the weakened knight. Hans was running on the high of adrenaline and the warm numbing of Bacta being injected into him by his suit of armour. He narrowly avoided the axe-blade and quickly activated his suit's localized cloaking device. Hans dropped his shield, returned the blade of his lightsaber, and with a shimmer he disappeared. The chaos of the command center would give him an opening, but only slight.

Circling around the Darksworn, Hans lifted himself from the ground to drive his lightsaber into the back of the creature. As the hilt of his lightsaber made contact with the enemy's armour, he activated it and sent the argent blade right through the monster. Yet, the creature did not move. It didn't even make a noise. With a swift motion and iron grip the monster grabbed Hans by the arm and threw him to the floor.

Hans was still invisible, but this thing could see him. No... it could sense him. The angel of death standing over him possessed no eyes, but he could tell it staring right at him.

A hole was burned directly through the creatures chest and back, a death blow by any measure. But not for this thing. Hans could feel the dark energy that had been pouring out of the creature, but it was now pulling inwards. Into the creature's center of mass.

It was using the darkside to stay alive.

As the monster came down for its next attack at Hans, an array of lights and cacophony of green lighting shot over Hans an into the monster. The Darksworn finally let out a cry of pain as it was vaporized. Hans looked over his shoulder to see what was creating the blast, only to see Jin was its origin. He yelled something over the blast of magic, but Hans couldn't hear him.

As the blast finished and the Darksworn were destroyed, Hans brought himself to his feet. The power that Jin had used concerned him, but he was thankful for it. Powers of the Dark side were not forbidden to Knights of the Empire, but without proper training they could lead to a knight... falling. He couldn't wish a fall to the dark side on anyone, let alone a friend who had stood by him since he joined the New Imperial Order. Yet, Jin kept his demeanor.

"It will be okay brother. I won't let them hurt you! I'll kill this Sith even if means I'll die trying!"

"I owe you again m-" Han was cut off by a spear slamming into him. Hans rushed to his friend in order to assess the damage. Jin was still going, despite the blood in the mouth and the spear in his shoulder. Just like the Darksworn, Hans could feel Jin using the darkside to keep himself going.

"Stay still Jin... uuhh. Shit, what do I... do?" He muttered to himself.

Before Hans could grasp the situation, Jin pulled the spear out and got to his feet, astounding Hans. Jin threw the spear and continued his charge at the Sith Lord, throwing himself through the mass of writhing tendrils.

Hans activated his lightsaber and gripped it tightly with both hands as he slowly approached the wall of eldritch tentacles. As they lashed out, one by one, he severed them. The rush of adrenaline and pride that came with each swing of his blade kept him moving until he too reached the other side, where Jin was staring down the Sith Lord.

Hans entered the the fray, approaching alongside his friend. For all his fellow Knights that died on the approach to this forsaken place, he would fight. For all the people who were going to die standing before tyrants in this war, he would fight.

 

[Kalika Vaar]

GALACTIC ALLIANCE | NEW JEDI ORDER | JEDI-IMPERIAL JOINT STRIKE TEAM
OBJECTIVE 1
Location: Temple Steps - Enaging CIS Members: Freyu Molidias | Xobos Yakieer
Allied RP Partner: Shaka Sunstar
Marked Targets: Adron Malvern | Freyu Molidias | Xobos Yakieer
Gear: Lightsaber | Armor
Other Ally Tags: Zaavik Dagoth | Cotan Sar'andor | Creuat | Ryv

Post #3

The counterattack surged from the NJO Jedi Knights. Riding hijacked Sith Speeders, they charged back at the flanking assault. Kalika had broken off in the fray, darting between Sith Speeder Troopers. Using the swaying motion of her controls to weave between them, swiping at their hulls and pilots. Through the haze of blasterfire, smoke of burning speeders and crashing explosions, Kalika zoomed out into the bowels of the fight. That is when she felt it. The putrid burning dread of something unfathomably dark. It made her soul shiver as if it was struck by the tundra winds of Hoth, it dragged her consciousness in the Force into a black pit that seemed to have the pull of a dark hole.

She threw her head to the side and saw it, a Sith Lord like no other - in her vision he burned deepest crimson, murky as blood and raging as a conflagration. It made her freeze, the surrounding battle fading into a muffled background noise that hummed past her. Kalika could see nothing besides the Dark Side that raged in this Sith Lord, this monster ( Darth Carnifex ). But, there was a furious light beside him. Partially smothered by the darkness. Like a star slowly being swallowed by the blackhole. It’s like fumed with a white passion but it’s presence was dimmed - it struggled. Yet it was not due to a conflict. No this Master Jedi ( Thurion Heavenshield ) did not struggle in a duel with the vile dark, it just...stood beside it...tame and in deep conflict. She could see it. She could its flames bicker with themselves in her Force empowered Miralukan vision.

Kalika couldn’t understand it. What was he doing? Wasn’t he a Jedi? How could he allow such corruption even stand by his side? Kalika shoved her controls forward and in reckless abandon charged her speeder towards the Master Jedi. She did not engage Sith Troopers as she moved, she dogged and weaved, too occupied by the perversion of the Force that she was witnessing. It went against everything. Everything her Mother, a Jedi Battlemaster herself taught her and even the secular teachings of her father - that the good would always meet the bad, always rise to end terror. She had to know. But the battle was thick and the distance too great.

With no other choice, Kalika threw out her arm. She poured herself into the Force. Moving the Force Valor she had summoned to herself into the void between her and the Master Jedi. With her strained focus she sent it at the Master Jedi, like a bolt of pure energy and with it she carried her voice, “What are you doing? End this! Strike him down! You can finish this as a Jedi Master would! Free us!”

A blaster bolt glanced across her chest and an explosion threw her from her speeder. Pausing to speak to the Master Jedi through the Force had left her exposed. Kalika rolled in her battered momentum until she landed by the steps of the Sith Temple, once an ancient Jedi Enclave of great fame. Picking herself up she was immediately set upon by a Miralukan ( Xobos Yakieer ) of all things. She too fumed with the Darkside, red and raging. Another betrayal, now of her own kind.

Kalika re-ignited her white saber and crouched into a battle stance as the Miralukan Darksider mocked her. Kalika tweaked her lips. Balling the blood pooling in her mouth and spitting it out.

“Talk is cheap, dark one,” Kalika growled, “Make your point with your blade.”

Suddenly, in her preparation a swiping claw lunged towards her. Kalika Force Leapt over the swipe in a lateral side flip to land away from both the Miralukan and this new menace, a Pantoran beast ( Freyu Molidias ).

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[Robogeber]

Operation: H O M E C O M I N G
Taskforce M O T H E R L A N D
Authorisation: Admiral Regent
Location: Dantooine Orbit, NIV Tregessar
Allies: Var Koon | Josiah Navollius | Naier Rambeigh | Kormov Alten | @Okkeus Danieli
Enemies: Onrai | Taeli Raaf | Thaelius | Kyyrk | Kiff Brayde | Verin Oldo

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"Grand Admiral, fresh contacts located at the edge of system," Carlyle sat cold and indifferent as Commodore Gowe made the report. This had been calculated for and would surely not disturb his plans. Gowe, who had been standing over the sensor crew turned to face him. Blood had drained from her features and Carlyle raised an eyebrow. "Sir, the fleet that has just dropped, you-" She turned heel and glared down at the sensor crew, "I need that on screen, now!"

The tactical display of the fleets engaged now updated. Although some distance away at the edge of the system, an armada the size of which was.... Unheard of. Carlyle's circuits frazzled as this, this shear amount of force was bought to bear upon him. Surely this was a mistake. The Bryn'aduhl lay on their border. Surely a fleet of this size, could not and was instrumental to the protection of their southern borders? Wasn't it? Profound dread set in. Those were Sith vessels. Gargantuan Sith vessels. Carlyle could sense the panic. The fear. He needed to steel that resolve.

"I want us closer." Rausgeber commanded, gesturing to Taeli Raaf's formation in front of him. "Closer!" Rausgeber barked to the incredulous crew, "Move us through engagement range, to point blank!" Carlyle snapped to his crew, "We're going to crush them up close and personally!"

Gowe regained her compusre, "That's madness!" She growled, "Suicide Carlyle!" The facade was dropped. This was not merely the chain of command. This was a request from deeper than that. "We won't last against that fleet, or any of them!" There was a tremor in her tone. Fear even. And it manifested itself palpably with the expression on her face. She was right. This was madness. Suicidal. "Surely, get Voss, Rax! Any of them. We need reinforcements!"

Carlyle dwelled on that. "There are none." The Grand Admiral posited, "Any reinforcements we bring in, will share our fate." The automaton drily mused, "We commit too many forces here, it weakens our power over Muunillist, Jaemus or Dubrillion." Carlyle swallowed. Not that he actually needed to, but as a gesture almost, "The Sith are gearing, evidently, for some great counterattack with the arrival of this force. We have to give those border worlds a fighting chance." The Grand Admiral paused, "We face oblivion now. And we take as many of them with us as we can." Carlyle turned to the comms table, "Get me a conference call. Now."

Situating himself now next to the table, Carlyle opened comms with all commanders. "Gentlemen, as I am sure you have noticed, the Sith have committed a greater than anticipated force to engage us here," Rausgeber posited in an even tone, "Victory, is far from sure. And this action has now become that of total war." The Grand Admiral continued, now as the Tregessar and its batteries began to open up onto the Sith fleet, and his forces drew closer and closer to their destination. "Our action is of course to attempt victory, but now is asset denial." Rausgeber informed them, "We are to fight to the last man today. And the way I see that best, is by moving our entire force into point blank range, and beginning attacks there. There we will remain, and force these large Sith Battlecruisers to fire into their own allies to score hits."

"Commodore Rambeigh, you and your subordinate officers will be first into the fray," Carlyle informed them, "Your corvettes and yourself are to focus on disabling batteries on the portside in preparation for petard-bomber deployment." Rausgeber's attentions turned to Koon, "Admiral, your officers are to hold your flank, and push in with us. Begin disrupting their anti-fighter escorts, and allowing our forces to push in. The same comes for you Moff Navollius." Carlyle paused, "Fighters are to engage and destroy the enemies compliment, and once we draw closer, we'll see about destroying their mainline vessel."

"This is a dire mission. One I feel more difficult than any of us truly realised. But should we be unsuccessful in our objectives today, let one thing remain with the Sith. Let them remember the suffering and damage we visit upon their scum."

Spoiler: Fleet Comp

NIV Tregessar (x)
Prefsbelt-Class Super Star Destroyer
14x TIE/OT Squadrons [x] | 4x Petard Squadrons [x]

NIV Conquest
New Imperial-I Class Star Destroyer [x]
4x TIE/VX Squadrons [x]

NIV Nirauan’s Reach
Tyranus-Class Star Destroyer [x]
6x TIE/OT Squadrons | 4x TIE/HB Squadrons [x]

NIV Chaser
Stalwart-Class Carrier
7x TIE/OT Squadrons | 2x TIE/HB Squadrons | 1x Petard Squadrons

NIV Brute
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser [x]
3x TIE/HF Squadrons [x]

NIV Endurance
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser
3x TIE/HF Squadrons

NIV Initiative
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser
2x TIE/HB Squadrons | 1x TIE/VX Squadron

NIV Allecto
Escolta-Class Frigate [x]
3x TIE/NX Squadrons [x]

NIV Salvation
Escolta-Class Frigate
3x Petard Squadrons

NIV Muunillist’s Wrath
Escolta-Class Frigate
3x TIE/OT Squadrons

NIV Chasseur
Cacadore-Class Corvette [x]

NIV Pursuit
Cacadore-Class Corvette

NIV Lightening
Cacadore-Class Corvette

NIV Adventure
Cacadore-Class Corvette
NIV Tregessar (x)
Prefsbelt-Class Super Star Destroyer
14x TIE/OT Squadrons [x] | 4x Petard Squadrons [x]

NIV Conquest
New Imperial-I Class Star Destroyer [x]
4x TIE/VX Squadrons [x]

NIV Nirauan’s Reach
Tyranus-Class Star Destroyer [x]
6x TIE/OT Squadrons | 4x TIE/HB Squadrons [x]

NIV Chaser
Stalwart-Class Carrier
7x TIE/OT Squadrons | 2x TIE/HB Squadrons | 1x Petard Squadrons

NIV Brute
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser [x]
3x TIE/HF Squadrons [x]

NIV Endurance
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser
3x TIE/HF Squadrons

NIV Initiative
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser
2x TIE/HB Squadrons | 1x TIE/VX Squadron

NIV Allecto
Escolta-Class Frigate [x]
3x TIE/NX Squadrons [x]

NIV Salvation
Escolta-Class Frigate
3x Petard Squadrons

NIV Muunillist’s Wrath
Escolta-Class Frigate
3x TIE/OT Squadrons

NIV Chasseur
Cacadore-Class Corvette [x]

NIV Pursuit
Cacadore-Class Corvette

NIV Lightening
Cacadore-Class Corvette

NIV Adventure
Cacadore-Class Corvette

Spoiler: Fleet Comp

 

[Lark]

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Location: Crystal Caves
Writing With: Enlil

As The King's world burned, Lark was once again reminded of a scene of similar horror. His own city, reduced to ash. Though that assault had not come from some ancient evil force. No, that massacre had been the result of the chaos Lark was able to unleash upon the minds of those around him. Anyone could become a monster under the proper circumstances. Where Enlil's kingdom burned because of his own failures, Lark's was torched as a display of the true nature of humanity. He took no perverse pride in what he had done, no wicked sense of achievement for the annihilation of his childhood memories. It was just the way things were. Would he do something similar again? No. Such symbolic gestures were pointless, impractical. Chaos for the sake of chaos was a worthless sentiment.

But Lark had been reborn amidst that cradle of embers. That was worth something, at least.

He could've mocked the King, for all his benevolence and desire for righteousness he had failed in his one true duty. But in truth, Lark understood where Enlil was coming from. For all his well-intentioned ideals, Lark had made his own mistakes. So as Enlil spoke, Lark showed the lost King the same reverence that had been granted to him. Did either of them deserve it? Probably not. But that only meant that only in each other could they find some semblance of compassion. They were enemies, nothing would change that. But if one were unable to see what led their opponent down their path, they risked blindly following their own trail of devastation.

"It is my prayer that you are, in more than one sense, out of time," Lark said, chuckling at his silly little joke. "This would be a grave fit for a King, after all. Yours is a fool's errand. But if it so happens that I am buried here and you are not, I wish you well, Enlil."

"Thank you."

The King snapped his fingers, and Lark immediately sensed a powerful surge of energy pulsating from the man's ornate gauntlet. It wouldn't be long before whatever attack Enlil had planned would be unleashed. So the Sith acolyte sought to disrupt his concentration in any way possible. Reaching out with the Force, Lark grabbed hold of nearby crystals, shattering them into dozens of sharp pieces. He then sent the beautiful tempest of cerulean gems towards Enlil, glimmers of angelic light shimmering off of them.

I wonder, Lark thought as the battle between King and Rat finally began. How different would things be if our roles were reversed?

A shame we'll never know.

 

[Hunter Blackburn]

O P E R A T I V E_ A P O L L O
OBJECTIVE I
DANTOOINE, GARANG CITY

All throughout galactic history there had been tyrants, murderers, Jedi and Sith. At times they seemed invincible, their power insurmountable. But in the end they would always fall. Whether through the self-destructive nature of the Sith, or the blind compassion of the Jedi they would fall. Whether it was the false sense of security by a Tyrant, or the misguided actions of a murderer. They would fall.

This is what Hunter Blackford lived for. To see these individuals fall. To see that their ilk be wiped from the galaxy. For in the end they truly offered nothing. Safety? Where was the safety for the worlds razed by the Brynadul? Sanctuary? Look how quickly the Silver Jedi fled a world when faced with opposition, leaving many behind. Freedom? Neither the Sith Empire, nor any of its allies truly cared about the freedom of those beneath them. They would go to any lengths to retain their power, and might. Even if it meant using innocent civilians as bargaining chips. That is why there would always be insurrections, that is why there would always be those few willing to rise up against the tide.

Within the building they were using for cover Hunter hunkered down as the others around him continued to rain hell through the streets and upon fortified enemy positions. The resounding echoes of the detonations rising up from the streets. Within his ear there was a chirp, a line directly between the COMPNOR higher ups and the Imperator himself. Yet the line was only for emergencies.

Opening the channel Hunter was greeted by a single command. The words he’d been waiting for. A ghost of a smile touched those lips, as the skin around Hunter’s eyes crinkled. Rising to his feet the agent raised his hands signaling a ceasefire.

“It is time for the next step brothers! The New Imperial Order marches upon the garrison! This is our opportunity to strike! The sith are nothing more than tyrants on our world! They are nothing more than tyrants that seek to rule us, to bend us to their whim, that see us as nothing but beasts of burden. Yet they are not invincible! They are mortal like those of us in this very room. We will make them beg! We will make them weep! They will reap what they have sowed on this day!” Looking over to the Duros, Takach the agent gave the other a nod.


At the urging of the other Takach looked around at the other men gathered and found his voice. Hunter could see it. Despite being fresh faced, despite being young and inexperienced, the duros had a way of inspiring people. For if even the meekest among them could rise they were a perfect symbol that any could rise. “What is the next step?!”

“Unleash the horde!”

“What Is The Next Step?!”

“Unleash The Horde!”

“WHAT IS THE NEXT STEP?!”

“UNLEASH THE HORDE!”

No longer were they willing to wait. All across Garang the message went out and the insurrectionists took to the streets in full. Alongside his personal group, Hunter rushed out alongside them to meet a tide of Imperial Legionnaires that stood between them, and freedom.

I N S U R R E C T I O N I S T
OBJECTIVE I
DANTOOINE, GARANG CITY​

Persona: Maxir Cardar

Fearlessness in the hands of those without power was maddening to those that held it. The Sith ruled off fear, and no longer would the Sons and daughters of Dantooine allow themselves to be held under their thumb.

Through the air, even over the sound of war the chants of Maxir Cardar, and the other rebels dominated the environment. “UNLEASH THE HORDE!” They screamed as they flooded the streets trampling Sith soldiers, and loyalists underfoot. Blasters, pitchforks, even regular kitchen knives, whatever they could use they used them.

Bringing down the sickle in his hands, Maxir buried it into the crevice between a legionnaire's neck. Blood gushed outwards coating the twi’lek’s face. There was no mercy held in the farmer’s eyes. It was the Sith that had stolen their children and held them as hostages within the city. That used their own people as shields when they held one of the greatest forces in the galaxy.

Yanking the blade out of the neck, Maxir kicked the now corpse over, the soldier meeting the same end as every Sith that had landed upon Dantooine, that thought they could tame the planet like a herd of bantha.

Before Maxir stood the garrison, the crimson-skinned twi’lek’s eyes narrowing. “Push forward!” Maxir shouted over his men, rushing with them, only for another to grab his arm yanking him back.

“Maxir no! You rush towards your death! You’re sending them to die!” A tanned skin human said as they clutched onto the arm of the other.

“I would rather fall from this world a free man, than live another day as a sheep under the Sith.”

Yanking his arm back, Maxir turned to see what was taking place. Laser fire rained down on his men, cutting them asunder. Gore and viscera filled the streets as sith and Confederacy troops opened up on them. The scent of cauterized flesh dominated the air. Civilians massacred in the streets. Many bodies lay upon the ground unmoving, others in the final throes of death, and even those who tried to drag themselves away despite wounds that spelled their certain demise.

Maxir had expected this, and his moment of inaction had cost them. But their sacrifices would not be in vain.

“SHIELDS FORWARD!” Maxir bellowed over the laser fire, as from behind and moving to the front groups of men wielding the doors from speeders pushed forward offering cover for their fellow men.

NIO: Irveric Tavlar | Jaeger Harrsk | Djorn Bline | Lucien Dooku | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Tyrell Paxxus
TSE: Darth Prazutis | Joycelyn Zambrano | Luna Terrik

 

[Enlil]

A_R_B_I_T_E_R

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER

NEW JEDI ORDER

JEDI IMPERIAL STRIKE TEAM

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The Sith moved first.

Enlil listened to the faint echoes through the room as his fingers curled around the heat energy centered in his palm. His gaze remained fixated on Lark, but he could feel the subtle, sinister ministrations of power that gave way to a chorus of cracks and pops. When the room itself groaned loudly in protest, the agonized crystalline wails heralded a dervish of glassy death.

As the makeshift storm of razors raced toward him, the energy that the King had summoned manifested. It filled out his palm and he took hold of it, pulling liquid fire from a single spark. Plasma dribbled toward the cavern floor as he shaped it into a physical form.

Crashing, shattering, splashing, the diamond dust scattered around him as a blade of raw energy whipped round wildly, expertly. The King dismissed the attack in turn, just before his eyes narrowed.

The attack itself was dangerous in layers, it seemed. Where the glassy shards did not lodge in his exposed torso, the superheated fragments still scraped, cut, and burned him. His ruby gaze moved to regard Lark quietly.

Enlil could have admonished the boy, rebuked him for daring to assault a King. Yet, there was a more human sentiment that stirred within Enlil, something deeper, a raw understanding. Instinct drove this Sith. It was a response to threat. Even with his thanks, his returned kindness, the boy was like all other men.

Lark did not want to die.

Who was Enlil to blame the boy? Cast away the crown and he was nothing more than human himself. Alas, therein lay the difference between them. While he could empathize with that will to survive, he still had a greater duty.

The flaming blade in his grasp practically screamed. Pure cohesive energy, willed to form and tamed by a Force user was far more wild than a Lightsaber. Modern sciences could contain it within a magnetic field: this was not the same. It was erratic, like a sloshing river of magma. The heavenly light of the room was now at odds with the King's own hellfire.

Enlil took a step, and by the second, he'd broken into a dead sprint. The elemental blade surged toward Lark from above at a diagonal, poised to bisect him into disportionate halves from shoulder to hip if the Sith did nothing to stop it.

Lark

 

[Zenobia Hahn]

Zenobia nearly got The Amalgam . The witch’s head was rudely scraped, her face spurting white blood in a manner reminiscent of the scene with the crazed android in Alien. But the blow didn’t incapacitate her, as Zenobia had hoped it would. Instead, it just made her angrier.

The blast of Force lightning struck Zenobia’s equine body, bringing her down with a crash. Her naginata was thrown from her human hands. She struggled to get up, her hooves scrabbling in the dirt, reaching out with the Force for her weapon, but something was blocking her.

A foot held the handle of the naginata down by stepping on it, resisting Zenobia’s attempts at retrieving it. Realizing she had a new opponent, the Chironian Jedi went on the offensive, only for her telekinetic push to be reflected back at her. Less than a minute after she had managed to get to her hooves, she was knocked down again by her own power. The pain of the blow made her cry out.

The individual who was blocking her now reached down to pick up her weapon. He examined it, turning the cortosis-infused blade over in his hands as he strode across the battlefield toward Zenobia.

“I’ve never seen a weapon like this before,” he remarked. “Very interesting. But I daresay you barely know how to use it.”

Zenobia stared at the man now towering (well, not really—had she been standing, she would’ve towered over him) over her. He looked young, but he had incredible skill and power. Exceptionally gifted, perhaps? Or maybe just very well trained. He harbored a Dark Side aura, but didn’t look corrupted. In fact, there was something almost pure and innocent about him. A child playing with guns, not yet realizing they weren’t toys. Strangest of all, he appeared to be wearing some sort of silk-and-velvet theatrical costume instead of armor, and yet he didn’t have so much as a scratch or tear on him.

“Were you trained to use a lightsaber?” he asked. “It looks like you were. But then somebody told you using a lightsaber was bad. Too closely tied to the Dark Side. That’s silly.”

She blinked. “You know about Mato Kejak ?”

“Who?” He shrugged. “I’m just guessing this stuff. Your training in the use of this thing was rushed. Your technique is sloppy and unrefined. You cut a lot of corners. You realize that could get you killed?”

“We go into battle hoping for a glorious death.”

“Dying because you didn’t train properly isn’t glorious, it just makes you look stupid.” He shrugged. “But suit yourself. I’ll kill you if that’s what you want.” He took a lightsaber from his belt and ignited its violet blade.

“Wait!” Zenobia exclaimed. “I don’t want to die like this! I’m unarmed!”

“Oh.” The young man tossed her the naginata. “Okay, let’s fight, then.”

Rising to her hooves, Zenobia asked, “Who are you?”

“My name’s Val Drutin ,” he replied happily. “Just as a head’s up, I’ve been around for longer than you, and I’m probably gonna last longer, too…”

They fought. With the rest of the battle raging around them, nobody paid much attention to their little duel. No one was there to mark the glory, the bravery, or the sacrifice of Zenobia Hahn.

She made it to perhaps the third round before Val, with a flashing feint of his saber and a kick like a grasshopper, broke through her defenses. His violet blade sliced through her humanoid upper body, blood boiling, fat sizzling, flesh searing in the molten plasma’s heat. She was dead before she hit the ground. They usually are.

Val reached down and plucked up her naginata. It would make a cool addition to the collection back on the Stardust, he thought. The fact that he was adding to the stockpile of weapons from slain enemies which had been started by his late master didn’t cross his tattered mind, and if it did it wouldn’t have mattered. No one is truly original.

He tramped across the battlefield in his ballet dancer’s costume, simultaneously too loud a sight to be ignored and too unsettlingly out of place to be bothered with. That was fine with him. He wanted to go straight back to his ship and stow the naginata away so it wouldn’t get scratched or broken out here.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Spoiler

Wreath of the Sovereign, Lightsabre Pike, Armour + SI-PES

Auteme Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

A scoff escaped Joycelyn’s mouth as her lip turned into a smirk.

The vornskr seized its thrashing and sat, eyes glowing, glaring. Its tail swished back and forth in waiting as it cocked its head to the side curiously.

Her balled fist opened and she looked down at her gloved palm. “I haven’t acted quite as myself lately.”

There had been something wrong, something off throughout the last few weeks. Her focus had been thrown, she had not felt the touch of the goddess, even Zaudraka had felt unwieldy in her hands. Hence why the sword was not at her side at the time. Perhaps she had been so swallowed up in the politics of it all that she had forgotten the promise she had made so long ago.

After she had stormed the steps of Silver Rest.

She had been lost and misguided, irresponsible and short sighted. Yes. It was funny what one could find out about oneself when placed opposite of an enemy. The mists that clouded her mind evaporated as she came into a razor focus. She remembered Bastion: Seizing her brother’s hand and throwing him into the line of fire, the way he turned to sand between her fingers, the regret.

“Thank you for reminding me.”

Her fingers curled as she gathered the Force, not weakened, but invigorated. She sought to ensnare it around Auteme’s neck like a noose and hoist her up into the air. To suffocate the young Jedi and leave her kicking in the air.

“The other Jedi will get her turn too, once the crabs are cooked.”

She swiped her hand to the side. Whether the choke had taken effect or no, she now tried to pin Auteme against one of the brick walls. The sabre in her left hand flared to life again as she purged herself of the Jedi’s influence. She felt heat rising within her. Her only regret was not being more decisive. She should have slain her brother in a way that made more of a statement, and carried his ashes into battle like she had done with her other enemies.

“But first, I have every intention of sending your peeled skin back as a warning.” “These people are mine.”

Standing up, the vornskr in her mind shook off its chains.

--

Hunter Blackburn

Those Insurgents who followed the Backburn did not just meet Sith-Imperial legionnaires. They met their own neighbours: Citizens who fought for the Empire. Some did it for loyalty, some for zeal. Some did it because they knew they were safer within the Empire than without. The only thing that would change if the New Imperials took over was that their world would be subject to cruelty they were otherwise spared of.

The Sith had not harmed them, only the ones who sought to harm them first.

The Empire had protected them from all kinds of terrors of the galaxy.

And now they would work with the Empire to purge whoever sought to disrupt that contract.

Red-helmeted SICA militia lead the way. They were the will of the people: Down with the invaders. Down with the pretenders. Live the Sith Empire!

Against NIO troopers, they were merciless. They knew what choke points to employ, where to direct the legionnaires. They did not stand and fight and die, but retreated, circumvented, and struck where their enemy was weak. The Sith-Imperial Legion was the anvil that supported the hammer of the militia. With SICA as scouts and saboteurs, the legionnaires struck hard and fast. In tandem, they sought to push the enemy away from civilian bunkers and into kill-boxes.

Those bunkers were deep dug and secure. Even a nuclear blast would not bust them, and the doors would not open from the outside. Still, they did not take the chance of leading anyone there.

Edit: Just put some art in there.