Invasion No Quarter | NIO Invasion of TSE held Dantooine

[Laertia Io]

"Why didn't they invite the NIO? You serious?! We're in the middle of a battle with fanatical Imperial Knights who will be strangling the Sith even while fighting off the Bryn'adul and you ask why?! When does any government--even ones that understand the need for unity--and from what I heard the Iron Sun barely thinks of Jedi more highly than Sith--ever easily do anything? You know what kind of preening egos are calling the shots even in governments you tolerate?! As for that crap about opening worlds, good for you...a single bacta patch for a body wide lasceration!" Laertia openly scoffed. The fool didn't understand money.

Gang Leaders in the streets knew more about territory protection and resource management than this Jedi and his chitheel Imp allies!

"At some point..." she snapped, having made her decision. "All that refugee organisation and fighting Sith and Bryn'adul and CIS is going to really affect the piggy bank, and you fools are going to make some very tough choices about where that money will go, and then it will become a game of what money should go where, the billions of refugees, fighting the savage Bryn'adul, or maybe your boys will need more ion grenades for the legion of CIS droids. I can almost guarantee more governments will be tempted to join this Alliance as their own planets get murdered. Governments that will not care about being or looking like heroes to the likes of you so long as they still breathe at the end of the day. The GA and the NIO might help you offset the economic hurdles at first, but in the end, with them having the same problems because they want to fight the Sith and the Bryn'adul , they'll eventually go through what you will...rapid loss of people's lives, and material, a war between five galactic governments with the Bryn'adul being the only one that has their chit together, creating wounds in the Force that are unacceptable."

Why the hell was he smirking? Didn't this dumb bastard understand he was slitting the throat of the galaxy by pressing this war? All she got was the typical crap of the veil of darkness the Sith spread...no hard long term solutions. Never any real solid answers. Typical. No wonder they're enemies were so good at killing them...they so willingly fell on their sword.

Thick as a fething brick, she thought. Screw this. No more talk.

But it was when he asked if this was about something darker, that it caused a millisecond delay before advancing, looking to cut his head off.

(Cutaway of fourteen year old Laertia playing in a field of flowers with Ursula Sandraven meditating above her)

(Cutaway of 007-teen year old Laertia smiling as she practice duels Ursula on Alderaan)

(Cutaway of The Amalgam taking Ursula's form on Kar Shian for the first time in front of Laertia, shattering her self identity)

(Cutaway of Laertia losing her eye and arm after an assault shuttle crashes near her and explodes)

(Cutaway of a mangled Laertia being operated on to remove the shrapnel from her brain)

(Cutaway of Laertia removing Ursula's photos from the shelf of her quarters.)

(Cutaway of Laertia fantasizing having her hair combed by Ursula)

(Cutaway of Laertia almost throwing herself to her death from the top of a skyscraper after learning the truth about Ursula.)

(Cutaway of Laertia watching in horror as the giant worm ravages the surface of Nar Kreeta.)

(Cutaway of The Amalgam wrapping her arms around Laertia on her ship.)

All of this rushed her as Ryv asked that, a fuse upstairs shorted out as she turned off his voice completely in her brain as she advanced, her armor letting her close the distance with deadly speed. No teleport trick this time. He'd be expecting it now. Later, when she wore him down, then she would try it again.

But for now...it was time to see whether that title of his was worth anything.

Her blade swung for his neck, executed with the deadly flurries of Form One, no pattern except the lack of one. Wide, sweeping arcs delivered with a one handed manner that nonetheless possessed intense strength behind the blows, designed to try and defeat his attempts to deflect or even simply evade. But she had not yet observed enough of his style to truly start taking his defense apart, this was an exploratory assault, designed to see if his bladesmanship was more refined than his ability to grasp basic economics and resettlement issues in the face of blatant genocide of entire systems. At the same time she attacked, she made certain to have just enough reserve to defend up close in an instant if he tried to interrupt her sequence with a well placed slash or stab.

Laertia had gone to an icy place in her mind, one where she considered his elimination essential.

One thing was for certain...

...neither one of them would have a smirk on their face after this.

 

[Frank Sterling]

Objective: Retake the Planetary defense airbase
Positives if successful: the ability to clear up the no-fly zone a bit, and assist the space fleets
franks Equipment: LWMMG, M-18 revolver, Battle rifle, Battle-scarred armor
support: The Varanin Legion , SICA , Reminants of First Sith-Imperial Assault Army

Frank looked over the units he had managed to gather from SICA, The Varanin legion, and those of the Mechanized infantry group he was apart of. They have all suffered during this battle for their world Frank knew this as They took refuge in an old warehouse district Frank pointed at locations on a old-school paper map for the group's leaders. "SICA you guys will be hanging back on the attack I want you guys to take those fire bomb IED's we talked about and line ANY roads leading to the Planetary defense airbase I don't want those scum-sucking New order soldiers getting reinforcements. Try to hold them for as long as you can but if you're experiencing more losses then you can handle I want you to fall back use the sewer system as your evac points. Now The varan legion and I will be grouped up for the blitz on the base with The rest of the assault army leading the charge into the base. we only got one shot at this so watch your fire and prioritize securing that Planetary defense gun."

Leaning up from the table looking towards the soldiers He began to speak. "I look before me today and I see soldiers heroes people willing to do what must be done. Your all tired I know you've all lost love ones, friends, and comrades. But were so close to turning this Invasion around I look to the world around us and I Dont see ruined buildings and rubble but the Land that you all have fought tooth and nail for bleed for and some have died for. So I ask You all Join me for one last RIde as we go retake that defense base. Let this day Be known not for Our loss but for theirs let them hear our battle cry and regret stepping foot on this planet, They will take no more!!"

The Wearhouse district was set with cheers whoops and yells fank nodded and smirking to himself as he gestured "Right them move out let's not keep them waiting." The forces geared up and headed to their respectable locations with frank riding shotgun in one of the HAVt Barrage Turbo Tank

 

[Runi Verin]

LOCATION:BELOW THE SITH ENCLAVE
OBJECTIVE: STEAL SOME DUDE’S OSIK SURVIVE
GEAR: Vornskr Mk8 Scattergun, Tal Oya’karir, Muun'bajir, Terentatek Duster, Asheran Armorweave, Taak’tabi, Nwûl
ALLIES: Amea Virou
ENEMIES: AMCO | TSE
FOLKS MESSING UP A PERFECTLY GOOD HEIST: NIO | GA | ETC

Letting Amea handle the ghosts, Runi turned her attention towards Adrian once more. Her gaze hardening as it settled on his still shifting features. From what little she knew about bioalchemy, there must have been a limitation to such apparent regeneration capabilities. After all, nothing in alchemy came without a cost. That regeneration had to take a toll on the body, right?

The Kiffar idly spun her knife around her index finger as she weighed up her approach, the blade catching what little dim light the cavern still maintained after her destructive little stunt there, completing several rotations before she caught it and brought it to bear once more.

Kark it, if needs be, she would just keep punching and cutting until things stopped growing back.

She started forward once more with a deadly purpose, yet barely made it a handful of steps before she staggered and swayed. A sudden pressure clamping down in her skull and robbing her of her mobility. As if an icy cold cold was slowly grasping into her brain., reaching and clawing its way through what defenses she had built up over the years like they were practically nothing. Before she knew it, he was...

"--o what, you think you're a Warden, kid?" Jacaro Verin growled as he pinned her to the wall by the scruff of her flight jacket, yet it wasn't just the anger sparking in those dark eyes that hurt the most. It was disappointment. ​

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Not once in the years they'd travelled together had she seen him like this. She opened her mouth to speak, yet he cut her off with another glare that stole the words right out from under her. ​

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"You're nothing but a selfish brat. Always have been, always will be. Only out for yourself. I made a mistake sticking my neck out for you. Maybe I should've just let them vented you back on the 'spray. Saved us from what you're going to be--" ​

...Already in...

---ear gripped her heart as the knife flashed out on instinct, the curved blade carving a silvery path that left a bloody red mess in its wake. There was a silent shared look of disbelief. An agonizing, drawn out pause as both the her and the guard tried to process what had just happened. He was already falling by the time she reached out, trying to stem the flow of crimson lifeblood that welled up between his fingers as he gurgled something. What? A curse? A plea? What was it? Did it matter?​

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She had killed him. In cold blood, simply because he had gotten in the way.​

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Jacaro was right. ​

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She really was everyth---​

...Her head, dragging forth memories that she had long since tried to put behind her.

All the guilt, the remorse and the shame a life living on the outer rim had left her with. All the things she regretted doing in the name of survival. Her knees buckled, dropping her to the floor in an ungraceful heap; like a marionette with her strings abruptly cut mid-performance. Her face a mixture of confusion, regret and sadness that she had never allowed herself to process before now.

A lifetime of failure playing out invisibly before her eyes on endless repeat.

 

[Amea Virou]

Runi Verin // AMCO

It was an eloquent dance with a 1-2-1 pattern. Swipe, sidestep, swipe and then repeat. In moments like these Amea more often than not found herself grateful for how mindless beings were with their predictability and lack of guile. As the maneuver continued and the ghosts kept on her Amea would let them try their best to hit before she repeated the move over and over. Or at least, that was how it started. A sinking feeling hit her against her heart for a moment. Surprise froze her in place for a moment. A feeling of surprise shot through her system like a bright beacon for her nightmares to latch onto before she could even register what had happened.

A darkness spread like tendrils around the room — no, the bond she shared with Runi. Amea stumbled yet again, her uncertainty spurred on by the sudden influx of emotions. Her eyes set on the Kiffu as she fell to the floor as emotions kept pouring through their bond, a veritable cocktail of pent up remorse, anger, hatred, and many more emotions that Amea more often than not associated with herself more than with her friend. These were emotions that Amea had only tasted once before. Emotions tied to the day that she had awoken, when she had lost her life. Her first life. All it took was for the one small hint of confusion and righteous anger. Something wasn’t right, and from the way the man stared at Runi…

Was he doing something with her?

“No.” Amea whispered, her throat swelling with hesitation for a moment before, “No, nonono.” Her tone rose in volume, the worry giving way for panic before it exploded in a shriek, “No!”

Something cracked inside of Amea. A glass bowl dropped to the floor to explode into a torrential tidal wave of pent up emotions of her own. At first it was like a small seedling that broke through the surface, a reignited spark in her presence that soon exploded into something far greater than the air she had allowed herself to project. Amea’s presence in the force was a whirlwind of pent up frustration and hate came unfurled as the lost descendant of Darth Moridin was overcome by the need to put an end to the threat posed against her best friend.

There was no longer a need or care for finesse in this equation. Reason couldn’t stop her anymore. Anger and hatred guided Amea’s hand as she pushed against the ghastly visages of her target’s spirit-goons knowing that it would be a bad idea. A cold spread through her body and fatigue gripped at her mind to throw her down to the ground. The part of her that beckoned her to give in was overcome by the far more urgent necessity to claw out the eyes of the man that had threatened Runi, threatening them both without being even remotely aware of who either of them truly were.

Her nails scraped against the floor as she kept herself from falling over completely. By the time she had regained her balance and momentum her eyes had already locked onto Adrian. Behind her brown eyes burned a wildfire that spread against the previously calm, almost jovial backdrop of her mind. Teeth bared, spittle seethed between the cracks as she entered a violent sprint like a feral wolf set on digging its teeth into the skin of a trespasser.

Amea’s entire body threw itself towards him with a jolt. There was nothing more she wanted than to lock him down. She wanted to tackle him to the ground and claw his face clean off, if there even was a possibility to do such a thing. She needed to pound it in piece for piece, rip and tear his entire body apart until the job was done.

This was what Amea had kept contained for the last few months. This was who she had become, and beneath the surface her mind laid in wait for the fit to end as instinct became the primary driver.

“WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?!” Amea yelled and tried to quite literally pry the words from the man’s tongue. “ANSWER ME.”

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

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Location: Dantooine Orbit, Thunderstruck, patrol check of the fleet
Allies: Var Koon | Josiah Navollius | Naier Rambeigh | Robogeber
Enemies: The Sith, CIS, SJO supporters of the Elder Council, Thaelius Ordo | Taeli Raaf | Voph | Kiff Brayde | Verin Oldo
Theme: Thunderstruck - AC/DC

The five fighters approached the mass of ships ahead. Did the Sith bring their entire fleet? As he looked out through the ships he finally found the end, very far away.

Hopefully the rest of Youth Squadron wasn’t getting nervous. They didn’t have time to be nervous. As the Imperial’s fleet followed closely behind they began to engage the Sith.

“Hey TSE, your fleet is so big it's disrupting the Confederacy’s hyperdrive engines from all the way over here!”

After scattered laughter from the rest of his pilots he knew they were fine. All they had to do was blow the Sith out of the sky and then they could head home.

"Fighters are to engage and destroy the enemies starfighters. Once we draw closer, we'll see about destroying their mainline vessel. Godspeed to you all.”

Looks like that was the plan. Blow up the Sith starfighters, then their big ships, then we win. Easy enough...he hoped.

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“Alright Youth Squadron, listen up. Stay close to each other if you can. We don’t need to get split up and get overwhelmed. Other squadrons will tackle different groups of enemy fighters.”

Looking up he saw the hoard of fighters heading their way.

“Blasters hot, here they come!”

A mass of green and red bolts began to come the enemy. Quickly he redirected 60% power to front shields, the test distributed across weapons and thrusters. With the s-foils in attack position he fired away.

Right away he took out two fighters, while the TIEs took out another two. Youth Three took on more fire than the rest, but their TIE was still running strong.

Looking back he already saw the enemy fighters whipping around for another attack run. They needed to stop them before they reached the fleet.

“Youth Squadron, turn around 180 degrees to face the fear of enemy fighters. Then direct 65% power to engines, the rest spread to weapons and full shields. We are going in.”

Now facing the rear of the fighters they switched power, boosting directly towards the enemy. Firing they took out five more fighters, securing them an advantage over the remaining few.

That was when Youth One screamed.

Trying to figure out what the nerf just happened, he looked out his right viewport. What as left was a shattered TIE fighter.

“Evasive maneuvers! I don’t know what hit Youth One, but we have to move!”

Flying away from the wreckage he looked out at the enemy fleet. One of their ships began firing turbolasers.

He hoped that the Imperial fleet would help out, and soon.

 

[Shaka Sunstar]

GALACTIC ALLIANCE
NEW JEDI ORDER
JEDI-IMPERIAL JOINT STRIKE TEAM
Armor | 2x Lightsaber
Objective II: Sith-Jedi Temple

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Once he had left the speeder bike, the grasp he had on it in the Force was released in the following moments. When it crashed into the steps and flew up into the space the Exarch had been occupying moments before, the Thyrsian did not see it -- for in the air above, he tangled with the Sith Lord directly.

Sapphire on violet.

The invisible latent energy of the Force that bonded them together, used to keep their bodies afloat longer than they should’ve been.

The thrum of their clashing in the bladelock filled Shaka’s ears until he spoke.

It was then, that he realized it was truly his first time encountering a Sith. Face to face. Blade against blade. Always, had he considered them the enemy. Not before today had he stood before one.

The Sith’s presence was strong, pushed to even greater levels by the surrounding power of the Dark Side that wafted off the temple he protected.

Still, the Thyrsian Jedi Knight remained unperturbed.

"Very impressive. The Force is powerful with you."

Behind his helmet, the obnoxious smirk was already growing. “Wish I could say the same.” From the corner of his eye, he could see his left hand raising, and he shot his right hand up to meet it -- too slow.

The Force crashed into him point-blank, casting him back to the ground he was destined to return to, faster than previously expected, but not dangerously so. He went with the push, deactivating his saber as he leaned backwards, head over heels as the Force carried him.

When he hit the ground, his right hand found contact with the earth first, and used it as a focal point to lessen the rest of his body’s impact as the rest of him came down. His feet found the earth, and he landed in a three-point stance, sliding backwards a few feet, heels angling off the ground to drive his toes deep into the earth to slow and then stop his momentum.

The thumb of his saber hand depressed the ignition button, sapphire beam sprouting out in all its plasmatic fury as he threw himself forwards at the Sith Lord, immediately adopting the favoured Form VII aggression. Right hand joining his saber at the base of the hilt, his arms cranked back to begin the arc of the overhead slash, charging Adron Malvern with enhanced, inhuman speed as was typical for their ilk as agents of the Force. As the distance closed, he’d slash downwards, from his right shoulder down to his left hip.

He seemed like the ocean, calm and peaceful, until a disruption was caused. In this case, the existence of the Sith, and his saber akin to the waves that’d emanate from their presence, his blade came down with the crashing fury of the waves meeting the shore, hellbent on immediately bisecting the Exarch and ending the fight just as soon as it started.

With the Jedi Order’s banner snapping above him, the rapidly approaching Jedi like Loske Treicolt and her husband, Maynard Treicolt , coupled with Creuat and Zaavik Perl . The King, Enlil , and even the Imperial Knights Hans Rennagen and Detritus Ren in the company, the banner moved with him, a constant tracker for where the Thyrsian was on the battlefield. Tasked with this duty by Ryv , trust spawned from their rapidly growing friendship...

He could not fail.

The fabric, a source of strength and morale for them all to draw from in this once place of Light, Knowledge, and of Learning. The darkness that spewed from it was a taint on the memory of the Jedi from this world, ages ago. One they’d be sure to erase.

A beacon in the night, it lurched forwards to light the path into the darkness’ ranks.

ALLIES | NIO | NJO | Kalika Vaar
ENEMIES | TSE | ELDER COMPACT |
DIRECTLY ENGAGING: Adron Malvern | Xobos Yakieer | Freyu Molidias [/USER]

 

[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

Her doubts and traumas, it seemed, had been the perfect gap in her armour and now the Mandalorian lay broken on the cavern floor - incapacitated so long as his concentration did not wane. Smiling coldly, he began to painstakingly weave together a sorcerous construct by which to properly bind her, after which he could handle the second one. By all accounts a lesser threat, the Shrouds might even be able to...

Construct falling to pieces as Amea screamed out then dashed at him in something resembling an animalistic frenzy, Adrian's eyes widened, doubly so after she walked right through the Shrouds to get at him. Clearly, he had been wrong in thinking the Mandalorian the beast.

"Merely a bit of emotional trauma, I..."

His usual snark falling away as she charged him, a fresh barrier was raised... though he could only do so much without abandoning his efforts with Runi. As it turned out, it was not enough, her sheer fury propelling her through his defences and into him.

Driven to the ground by her momentum, several blows rained down from above before he abandoned his efforts elsewhere, focusing his will into a pane of malleable force with which he sought to push her off and away. "Enh... enough. Fething hell, enough."

More Shrouds - more Sithspawn - was exactly what he needed, but they were distant, not to mention with other battles big and small. Chit.

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

LOCATION: Outer Garang
OBJECTIVE: F̵̨eà͡s͟͟ţ
GEAR: The Butcher
ALLIES: TSE
ENEMIES: NIO, Rynn Vizsla

It was over in an instant. The power of these Savage beasts was the fear they caused, and their overwhelming numbers. In this case Rynn was at the advantage. They knew they could not close the distance without being burnt, but at the same time they did not have the ranged weaponry to hit back. The Flind snarled and staggered back as the bolts slammed into it's chest. Burning holes through. That, on it's own, would not of been enough to stop the Vampiric Sithspawn.

But not even it's near immortal body could handle the sudden and all consuming incendiary explosives erupting around them. The pack of lingering creatures charged all at once, but not before their Leader was consumed in the fire. Ten of these gnoll like creatures ripped their way across the ground towards the Mandalorian, weapons and fangs bared. Their goal was only to overwhelm and feast.

Elsewhere, but close by, Gnox stood amidst his horde. It was the back of his mind that noticed something was amiss. The Flind were connected to him, each and every one. But one of those voices had gone dark. His blood red gaze turned towards the location Rynn was fighting among the stragglers, a low rumbling growl escaping him.

Whomever it was, it needed his attention.

"Continue your feast. I shall return." He spoke to another of the Flinds, who grinned and cackled. The monstrous being then wandered off, heading to the renewed battleground to find this new prey.

 

[Tulan Kor]

ENEMIES | TSE | ELDER COMPACT | Darth Prazutis | Ulrich | Luna Terrik | Gerwald Lechner | Redd | Frank Sterling | Gnox the Insatiable



ALLIES | NIO | NJO | SOM | Jaeger Harrsk | Tyrell Paxxus | Djorn Bline | Tulan Kor | Asa Yubari | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Tavius Muuaji | Daros Karmann | Sturit Goan | Rynn Vizsla | Ravraa Vyshraal

We are all born- we all die.

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There was a moment of silence from Tulan, a moment of quiet reflection and contemplation. In that instance, everything he ever did, or wanted to do, and caused, crossed his mind. Because at that assault, it was all going to fade away.

The Reaper had once used Tulan as his tool, standing over him as an incarnation of his icy touch, his will of bringing those into his icy embrace now turning his bony finger to the man himself.

Tulan paused before responding, setting a timer on the timepiece on his wrist.

A countdown- if he lived past that timer, then it wasn't his time.

But he could feel Mr. Mayhem's gaze on his back.

Jaeger had turned to him in desperation, out of a need for this mission. If Task Force Axis was to succeed, then a sacrifice would need to be made.

His predecessor, Setter Ryburn , understood what that meant. He too, gave it all so that his men could succeed in their mission. Setter sacrificed himself.

Tulan was going to have to ask the same from every member of Demon Company.

Tulan gave the order to have stormtroopers relieve the members in place, and fall back near his position, and get staged for an assault.

His men gathered, some of them already deducing what he was about to say. Tulan looked among them, marching between the lines and files of them, haphazardly gathered around them.

Tulan didn't take off his helmet to speak- this was a warrior's gathering, and they would die in their armor, their sacred gear that carried with them the experiences of lifetimes, of knowledge gained, and of battles past.

"We knew this day would come, when we signed on."

He shifted, turning to face the other half of his gathered men.

"We are not the types to lie in our beds as old men and die."

"Our place is here- and now. The galaxy is calling us, gentlemen."

He pointed to the garrison.

"Demon Company will tear a hole in that base- at all costs. I want you all to take in a good look, and breathe deeply. For many of us, this will be the last bit of air we get to breathe, the last chance we have to see the sun. Gather yourselves and what you need- we will be moving against the enemy."

Demon Company took only a few minutes, a few of them crying- it was natural to face death with such fear, but tears shed were tears forgotten. Not one man backed away from the challenge, from the charge to their certain death. Tulan breathed deeply as they came to their assault position, right in sights of the enemy.

Demon Company had no resources to save, no reason to hold off anything- and 200 men, opened fire on the enemy position, with everything they had. Rockets, grenades, rifle fire.

They had decent cover and quite a bit of distance to cover.

Tulan's body shifted upwards, the first to move. A series of flares was shot towards the enemy's positions, as an intimidation factor- red flares masking their movement as well, and confusing any infrared targeting systems and optics.

Tulan held his rifle up high, charging towards their pre-designated breach site. And with him, Demon Company charged-

Two hundred red eyed demons coming towards the garrison en masse. Fully prepared to die. And fully prepared to take everyone with them.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

GEAR: This and That
CIS: Lavria Xedrim | Redd | Aiden Wolf
SITH: @Darth Prazutis
NIO: N/A

They did not understand, none of them did. Even though he had shown Redd what he knew of the beast Prazutis was trying to raise she still told him he was being motivated by emotion. He was not. HIs words to her had been clear. If Prazutis succeeded they would all be dead. The Nocna Mora would feed on them all, not just those Prazutis deemed as an enemy. Perhaps he held some kind of control over them while in their prison, but should they become free, what would keep them from turning on their captor. It was a sentiment Gerwald would communicate had it not been for the sudden interference of Aiden Wolf .​

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"Out of my way boy. You are interfering with things you do not understand."​

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He did not not move, instead thought himself in a place to lecture the wolf on matters of his own safety. Oh Gerwald had fought Prazutis before, if it could have been called a fight. He had also been tortured to the brink of death many times over. Prazutis was not his concern. The Nocna Mora was what consumed his thoughts at the moment. His mind projected to Aiden what the foolish boy needed to know about the situation. The wolf did not understand the boy's desire to keep Gerwald alive over the need to stop the ritual from taking place.​

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There could have been more to say had Redd not launched a force push at the boy. Perhaps it was something she intended or the consequences of her emotions. Either way, what had been done was done, and Gerwald found himself having to listen to another small lecture. How was it that no one seemed to understand.​

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"He does not control the beasts in the way you think. They are imprisoned in that dimension, a world between worlds. Do you think that the beast would not turn on the one who imprisoned it. You do not control these things. They feed, it is what they exist to do, and their appetite knows no end. You will not be able to reason with Prazutis. Aiden will not be able to reason with him. I may not be able to either, but I stand the best chance of either of us. I do not care about the NIO, nor do I care about the Sith. What I care about is seeing as minimal lives lost in this conflict, a conflict which would not be happening had the NIO chosen keep their war machine at bay."​

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His words were true. One rash action led to other rash actions. It was mistake to forget that wounded animals lashed out when provoked. Was this the true goal of the NIO to provoke the Sith into the actions of a wounded animal? If that was they case it was not only dangerous, but foolhardy and reckless. They were actions of madmen attacking other madmen. Neither would be able to claim any kind of moral superiority to their cause, neither would be able to claim to be serving what was in the best interest of the people of Dantooine. This war, the schism which had occurred within the Sith, which had led to so much bloodshed needed to end, but not the way Prazutis intended for it to end.​

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This was not the way.​

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He looked to Redd and to Aiden.​

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"Do not let anyone interrupt us. Trust that I can stop him without losing my life, and if I cannot, that is the man responsible for creating the beast that killed Sergei. That is the only answer you need. My debt to you is paid."​

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Eyes shifted to Redd.​

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"Trust me. I have faced him before and walked away. I shall again. My death does not entertain him."​

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Gerwald could only hope they would listen and do as they had been told. It would be wise for them to do so. There was nothing that could interrupt them. If Prazutis did not close the rift before the beast figured out how to claw its way out of it, then they were all doomed.​

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As he drew closer the weight of his fear became heavier. The Nocna Mora was enhancing it, driving it. It was as though it were trying to fatten the cattle before the slaughter to make for a more tender meal. It wanted to feed. Gerwald could fee its desire though the opening. The words it spoke poured through the opening like waves slapping against sharp rocks. It was defiant, violent, but most of all, it was hungry.​

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"Lack the courage to do? You think I have not seen what your beast can do?," his words came in defiance to those of the Dark Lord's. As he spoke, Gerwald pulled the ring which served as the anchor to Naedira Darcrath 's spirit. It was the tether that had not allowed her to pass so that one of his creations could keep her in a loop of endless torture, feeding off of her as though she were an endless supply of sustenance. "There was a tear in the veil, and I made the mistake of stepping into it. It got free. I watched as it turned some against each other, killed others, and taunted each one of us, knowing we were powerless to stop it. We pushed it back, but not before I learned what it was you had done to her exactly. You call the NIO a threat to galactic stability, and yet you would release a thing that would do more damage in fifteen minutes than their entire armada?"​

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Gerwald stepped closer, daring the Dark Lord to find fault in his words.​

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"Who is the true coward here, Prazutis, the one who would stare down the devil to save lives, or the one who would hide behind him to protect his own pride?"​

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His resolve only deepend.​

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"There is another way... a better way..."​

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"END THIS, NOW!"​

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Writing With: Darth Carnifex | Oceiros Sunstrider | Rurik Fel
​

A tired, sarcastic smile twitched at the corner of his lips as he let out a defeated sigh. It seemed to him now that no matter what words he used to try and convince these two of the necessity of setting aside old squabbles for the greater good of the galaxy, it would be a waste. They had already drawn their conclusions as to why someone like him would ever ally with a blackhearted brute like Kaine Zambrano.

They were young men still. They had not yet lived to suffer through the ceaseless futility of war as he and the Dark Lord Carnifex had. Their ideals remained untarnished, not yet worn down by the march of time to a point where they no longer dictate your entire world view. Before Light or Dark, there should always be Life put first, in every instance. Make certain there is life first.

Thurion was pushed aside by the Fel Knight, still eager to get stuck in with the Sith Lord. His feet slid across the field, kicking up dust as he was sent backwards, but they never once left ground. It was a mild use of the Force, deliberately intended not to harm. Thurion recognised this, and was not aggravated.

However, as these two brave souls would not give in to his pleas to stay their hand this day, he could no longer afford to be merely a bystander.

With the Imperial having launched himself into the fray against Darth Carnifex, Master Heavenshield was left facing the young Jedi Padawan. Rarely did his heart ever feel so heavy.

"I have not been a leader of Jedi for many years, Young Sunstrider. Nor have I ever sought to be thus. I am, however, the leader of my people; it is they I serve now, above even the ways of the Force. I will not let the galaxy tear itself to pieces so that the Bryn may burn everything I hold dear."

Having sheathed his sword, he now plucked the lightsaber hilt from his belt but did not activate it. Part of him hoped that the young man would rather back down than fight a veteran such as himself.

"So you see, I am unable to stand aside. Which is why I ask you one last time to walk away."

To let him know he was serious, Thurion now ignited the azure blade of a Jedi and pointed it towards the Padawan.

"If you choose not to, then consider this a test of your skill with the lightsaber, Young Master Sunstrider. Honour me with a display of your courage and battle prowess. Know that I shall never seek to harm you, even should you threaten to strike me down."

He would merely keep the lad occupied, and out of Zambrano's way. As for the Fel Knight, he had made his choice when he foolishly elected to do battle with the Devil Himself. It was a fate he would not allow upon the young Jedi.

The Grandmaster-turned-King then humbled himself further by offering the Padawan the traditional Jedi bow at the waist, before assuming a defensive with legs wide and both hands grasping the hilt of his saber.

"Attack!"

 

[Tyrell Paxxus]

G R A N D _ V I Z I I E R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
501st STORMTROOPER LEGION
TASK FORCE 'AXIS'
PATRIARCH-ACTUAL

[ WE COME FOR WAR ]
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Tyrell and his man fought through the streets of Garang en route to Point Aurek. The fighting retreat saw many a man fall in motion. Through rubble, crossfire, and dilapidation they advanced, saying their wordless goodbyes to face down comrades who ended up on the wrong side of a blaster's sight. The going hadn't been as rough as it was now. As the remaining Kilometers grew smaller, so too did their numbers.

A quarter kilometer left, maybe less, and the fire they drew only grew heavier. Backward strides and defensive hip firing lead them through a side alley. Legionnaire and Stormtrooper diverging further and further with a growing field of crossfire between them. Around a corner, beyond a barricade, and through the entrance of a building, they found refuge.

On the order, their ascent began. One flight after another, plastoid boots trampled doggedly onward. When they reached the tallest egress, the roof, the walls of the Garrison extended at a height even beyond their vantage point. New-Imperial attacks and Sith-Imperial defenders were dwarfed by the distance. The fires of their weapons mere flickers against the metallic glare of the battlements.

The men prepared to shoot their lines, and join the repel-line ascension to break the Garrison. That's when the force itched at the Grand Vizier's mind. His eyes were drawn to a cluster of cloaked figures, red blades in hand, descending in a murderous plunge towards the Imperator and his men.

<"There!"> Tyrell shouted as the Acumen HUD marked the individuals. All preparations dropped, and blasters raised in their place. Tyrell's mind seemed to meld with those around him, empowering unto them an unnatural precision to rebuke these targets. The Force had its merits on occasion. Tyrell and his men fired, shredding the Sith descenders with a hellfire of blaster ordinance. Their broken, burnt corpses tumbled against the battlement and careened towards Dantooine's indiscriminate surface.

His visor caught Tavlar's from the long distance as he saw the Imperator peer over his shoulder.

<"Kept you waiting, huh?">

Repel lines shot from the roof and across the urban clearing onto the battlement. Patriarch Platoon jumped from the edge, swinging towards the massive wall. The repulsors in the Gretis boots slowing their momentum to land upon the vertial surface with reasonable impact.

The ascent moves on.


ALLIES | NIO | NJO | SOM | Irveric Tavlar | Jaeger Harrsk | Djorn Bline | Lucien Dooku | Hunter Blackburn | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt
ENEMIES | TSE | THE ELDER COMPACT | Luna Terrik (i think?)

 

[The End Narrator]

Just chilling outside the Sith Temple...after being thrown.

Pondering the purpose of the Jedi anymore, so fractured, so broken.

Allies: Sure, why not the Galactic Alliance and the New Imperial Order!? Maybe. Maybe not.

Enemies: Back to the same hum, drum beat of war against the Sith???

Questionable: Everything! The Jedi no longer make sense!!!


There was minimal fanfare in her exit from direct combat.

As Ryv grabbed a hold on her form, she knew her time was done. She winced, was yanked and reverse tucked-rolled and found herself sliding away was he engaged Laertia Io .

Aaralyn sighed and began to brush off the dust from her tunic, turning away from the combat. Clearly disappointed in the actions of the Silver Jedi Concord and it's members. It didn't matter though, she was not a member of the Concord - instead, she was a staunch ally of the Jedi, none of which were clearly present on the battlefield. With a shrug and an extended hand, Aaralyn called forth the fallen saber known as Kor-Vella, the hilt flying effortlessly through the battlefield near her former position.

With a clank, a clunk against the head of an NIO Trooper and a crisp clap, the hilt landed into her hand.

Aaralyn would find a suitable piece of rubble nearby, sitting down and extending her form out to a more relaxed position. The sounds of war echoed around her, as she contemplated how far the Jedi Order has fallen.

 

[Sinestra]

WEATHER THE STORM
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
STORM COMMANDOS
SPEARHEAD ASSAULT

W A R _ P I G S
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The firing back ceased after his grenade had landed and Arno took to scanning carefully the area. A massive shadow crossed the sky making him frown.

"Ya see that beast?"

"...hell is that?" his question remained unanswered as he noted his partner bleeding. He followed Tavius towards the other side of the building keeping a constant check on their surroundings, a trigger happy finger ready to cut down any threat.

As they set up, Arno worked through Muajii's wounds with the pincers. Not really as precise as an outright combat medic, he was relieved to see the man's inhuman eugenics get down to business. Lettow wrapped the man's velocity wound with an elastic band and hit him with an adrenal stim - keep him up.

"This should hold but just in case be careful in the next ten minutes or so." he jerked his head at the man's bandaged wound. "What she say?" Arno inquired over what General Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt 's orders were. His response gave the impression they were ought to handle with that...behemoth of a beast they had seen grace the skies.

"Mortars! Brace!" Lettow responded instinctively at the first whistling sound. An all too familiar noise. Just as the commando pair ducked deeper, rocks flew in through the glass striking the position they were at mere moments ago. Concrete and plaster landed on top of their heads from the mortar fire.

"Kark!" Arno growled at the pain and at the rattling building. "Shit! You see anyone down there, huh?!" he kicked the man's rifle towards him and yanked his hand in pain.


ALLIES | NIO | Tavius Muuaji | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Sturit Goan | Daros Karmann

ENEMIES | TSE | THE ELDER COMPACT | Aurelion Nova | Ulrich

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

T H E _ W O L F
THE NEW JEDI ORDER
JEDI-IMPERIAL STRIKE TEAM
Jumpsuit | Concord Brawn | Lightsaber

COME ON DOWN

Not for us...​

He replied in kind back to Loske, clasping ahold of his confidence growing resurgent once more.

It was a shade or two removed from the ideal circumstances, his gaze of mortal flesh clasped beneath the visage of the Wolfpack but there was no regaling these circumstances. He barely felt at his devices again, ripped from the greater build up and conflict to this struggle, absent from the meticulous planning that took place in length prior to Ryv and Rurik Fel informing the combined strike team of their ambitions here, Dantooine.

Then that confidence faltered as soon as Loske was driven back, Maynard spared a brunt of the blow but even still, he was immediately to her side in a mind drawn in a schism between his aim to make war on the enemy and his aim to protect her. As it universally seemed to, Loske took center stage in his concern.

Then drew the orders of Ryv once more, for the pair of them to push through the breach. After pulling her from the shattered ground beneath he was quick to follow through with the command, his cobalt blade igniting to life with its characteristic crack and static as they set themselves toward the fray.

A swipe of the blue blade severed one of the Acolytes right in two before him, the welcome return from a short tenure in shackles to the field of battle again.

Then came the hopeless scream of defiance and vitriol from the fire headed Acolyte, Darth Daiara . With her crimson blade angled down to plant itself into the brain pan of Maynard's other half, he swung himself toward her in protection of Loske, the brazen blue blade rising to meet hers perpendicular to the downwards strike.

His gaze shifted down toward Aradia in a focused silence before he grasped the hilt in both hands, moving to plant his foot in her abdomen with a swift kick as he put his weight into the grip of his weapon to force a break of the clash of sabers. All the while he felt that creeping familiarity of the battlefield envelop his subconscious, the comfort in his own skin easing over him with each passing moment, returning from the time he'd spent in isolation, a prisoner of the New Order. And it showed in errant bruises, worn lacerations and a weary gaze. Even still, his fire would not be so easily doused.

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ALLIES | NIO | NJO | Ryv | Loske Treicolt | Enlil | Cotan Sar'andor | Detritus Ren | Shaka Sunstar | Zaavik Perl | Hans Rennagen
ENEMIES | TSE | ELDER COMPACT | Darth Daiara | Enyo Typhos

 

[Aiden Wolf]

Location: In the city moving towards the ritual
Equipment: Body/Suit/Sword, M-107 Anti-Material Rifle, M-18 Pit Viper, SYC Grenades, Ion Grenades, Flashbangs, DEX Satchel charges, EBFAK
Tags: Darth Prazutis Gerwald Lechner Lavria Xedrim Redd Lucien Dooku Tulan Kor Hunter Blackburn Open
Objective: Keep Gerwald from getting himself killed, save lives

Spoiler: Theme

Aiden would stand there as Gerwald replied if a bit dismissively to the boy. His anger surged at the tone and the fact that he literally called him as such, "boy". This boy was more than capable of teaching him a lesson as to why you never underestimated someone. A lesson many bounty hunters had made on his trip here. A lesson he'd been taught when he first met his adoptive father. A force blast from Redd would come flying his way, and what would normally sent him flying simply flowed around him as though he were under a strong breeze. It seemed she wasn't strong enough to tell that Aiden's armors were literally designed to fight things like them, to protect him from those who sought to influence him through the force. His stance widened, taking a shoulder width stance of feet as he prepared for them to try and fight their way through. He couldn't let them. He wouldn't let Gerwald do this to himself, because as much as he hated the old man for being stupid enough to do this and blow his cover, he couldn't let him die needlessly.

His reply would be short as he addressed them.

"Call me boy again and we'll see how well those fangs of yours-"

He was interrupted by a massive blast in the wall behind them, a single man flanked by a squad of troopers making his grand entrance by shattering a portion of the wall. His helmet would track all of it, the lead man, the debris, and his help as he sought to land. He could tell by markings he was one of the NIO. And judging by the blade and lightsaber on him, he was supposed to be a Jedi. However as this man made his entrance he would receive a broadcast from John still aboard the GS-77 Gunship that was still inside the city, which the NIO had conveniently ignored. A screen showing massive waves of civilians charging en masse like an untrained mob into hails of blaster fire and destruction would play. The NIO not only had them performing guerilla attacks, they were using them as a one would use a sacrificial pawn. A fact made only much clearer by the fact that these untrained civilians, these people radicalized by the likes of them, were leading the charge.

The NIO forces were behind these civilians, using them as actual living shields in combat.

"No...."

Aiden's gaze would fall on the lone "Jedi" that had broken through, his targeting systems locking on him and his cohorts as they flew through the air. Reticules would line up on each of them as Aiden subconsciously activated his various combat systems. The shade materialized behind him once more as he felt his rage build alongside his sorrow. All of those innocent people, gone. Dying in what would be painted as a blaze of glory, when in actuality it was a meaningless sacrifice. They weren't soldiers. They weren't trained for this. They weren't even equipped properly for this. And the NIO sponsored this mass butchery by not only radicalizing these people, but goading them into doing stupid frontal assaults where they would be slaughtered. He could feel tears stream down from his single human eye underneath his helmet as he felt his body being tensing. This "Jedi" too had ignored Aiden. They all had. He could feel the shade laughing at him as it watched him suffer. Aiden was glad his force dead armor made him look like a void in the force. A gaping hole where something should be. Because as his anger and sorrow swelled, the shade grew ever stronger. Its strength taxing his mental will to keep it at bay, as it floated towards him and whispered ever so devilishly in his ear. His middle finger on his right hand would twitch.

I told you this would happen. I told you that in order to teach these monsters a lesson, you'd have to become a monster. Look at them. Look at them all be killed. Fighting for something they were taught to believe. Dying in the droves for a slightly different ruler with just the same standards as the Sith.

No.

LOOK AT THEM AIDEN!

NO.

GIVE IN AIDEN! GIVE IN TO US AND SEEK YOUR RIGHTFUL VENGEANCE!

"NO!"​

As Lucien Dooku would land, Aiden would finally respond as his voice yelled, no, screamed in defiance to the shade in his mind. The animal that clawed at the surface and demanded he become a tool of slaughter. It would happen in less than half a second as Aiden moved as fast as he physically could, something they would all see as a blur as he finally engaged. His right leg would sweep around adopting an aggressive shooting stance. The only warning being given the sound of his scream, as the Force would give no such warning from him. The Force was dead to his armor, and through it, it was dead to Aiden. His hand would snatch the M-18 "Pit Viper" from its holster, Tazer rounds already loaded and ready to fire. Keeping his hand low as he placed the second one atop the back of the weapon to keep it stable Aiden watched through his visor and sensors as the reticules lined up. His finger would smash the trigger with each shot, sending a Tazer round at these would be offenders at 1,200 meters per second, only pausing between shots to line up each successive shot on the next trooper. The Tazer rounds being designed to bring down even armored opponents with a non-lethal dose of 15,000 volts over ten seconds, keeping the amps low enough that it wouldn't outright kill whatever it hit. Normally it would take a human to draw, aim and fire this pistol several times over seven seconds due to recoil and the action only able to cycle as fast as one could pull the trigger.

Aiden emptied the cylinder magazine in less than a second. And at this close range, there would be extremely little these troopers could do, and absolutely nothing their "Jedi" commander could do to save them with the force. Which was why Aiden chose to keep the Tazer rounds loaded so that way he wouldn't have to kill anyone. But there was a huge problem as he holstered the weapon. He was out of Tazer rounds, the rest being either disruptor rounds, APFSDS darts, or white phosphorous incendiary rounds. He had planned only for reconnaissance not combat. He hadn't actually planned to confront anyone today, a plan that had gone to crap thanks to Gerwald. Aiden would step between Lucien Dooku and Gerwald. His first statement was to Gerwald as he moved to confront Praz, as he could tell by the look in this man's eye he was here for blood.

"You're full of Sith Spit if you think this is over between us Mr. Lechner. You aren't allowed to die. Period. Because when I am finished, you are going to help me avenge my father. And as for you," He now spoke in the direction of Lucien Dooku .

"If you care for the lives of your men, you will tell them to stay down. But then again what would someone like you care? Someone who knowingly sits with those who willingly throw civilian lives away. Someone who must clearly be a Jedi, but in name only. At least the Sith are honest about their intentions. You, you and your kind are Sith in Jedi's clothing. I don't want to kill your men. I don't even want to kill you. But if you don't tell your men to stay down, if you prove that you clearly don't care about anything else but power for yourself, I will stop you. Because you are no better than the terrorists that strapped bombs to innocent lives and then used them as a punchline. I thought the Jedi were supposed to be better than this, but if you are willing to stoop to such lows, I must be mistaken. My only hope is that my loving aunt will forgive me for enjoying this if you decide to fight,"

Aiden settled into an unarmed combat stance before this pretend Jedi. He would stop this man. He would not let the crimes of the NIO go unanswered. He would not allow such a pretender and besmircher of his teacher's good name and others like her stand. If he forced his hand he would break every bone in his body. He would pour every ounce of training from her, his father and every one of the men and women from The Dire Wolves into this one fight. He would not let this man pass while he drew breath.

And when he finished he'd beat Gerwald within an inch of his life for daring to call him "boy". Because the only man who had that right was dead and gone.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Equipment: Armour, Shotgun, Gas Grenades filled with Berserk, Sidearm 1, Sidearm 2, Sabre, Ion Paddle Beamer, Cryo-Ban Gun.
Writing With: Loske Treicolt , Maynard Treicolt , Darth Daiara . Engaging Loske.

And so the storm on the enclave began.

Having fired at one of the Jedi who had been on point maintaining the bubble, Enyo had been in the process of withdrawing from her position on the defensive wall.

Then boom.

A huge inferno engulfed the gate. If she were here, Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori would have approved, given her affinity for all things fiery. Flames tore through stone. Screams resonated across the base as organic lives were immolated. Columns of smoke billowed up into the sky.

The explosion ripped away part of the wall Enyo was on. Save for forming a bubble around her skull, se she made no effort to shield herself from the blast. She vanished in the cloud of smoke and debris. Flames licked at her armour and the skin inside it. Her synthetic skin was torn in places, here and there exposing the metal that formed her true corpus. Dust coated her armour. She made no sound. For a moment her HUD had gone haywire, then rebooted itself. And she arose. Not as fluidly and with less agility than she would have liked, but she did. And wrapped herself in the shadows as she triggered her armour's cloaking device. The integrated Taozin amulet already made it difficult to track her due to blurring her Force presence.

She could see the Jedi storming in. Moving quietly amidst the fiery carnage, Enyo followed, passing charred corpses of Imperial troopers and Sith adepts. The scent of death permeated the air. The haze of smoke dimmed the skyline and enhanced her concealment. Of course, the fact that she was disturbing the smoke by moving undermined this to a degree. Naturally there was also a Force-User's precognition to factor in, but it was still a lot better than being wholly uncloaked. Thus she stalked the Jedi, moving up from behind her. With her tracking systems and cybernetic vision, she found her quarry despite the pandaemonium. She could see that a Sith adept had engaged the Jedi and her companion.

Then she activated a mechanism inside her left wrist, firing the ion paddle beamer integrated into her wrist at the female Jedi. She aimed for her right leg. She decloaked in the moment she pulled the trigger. Ion paddle beamers bypassed armour and shields. They could not be blocked by a lightsabre, as the beam wrapped around the plasma blade to strike its target regardless of the blade. A shot from this weapon could not kill, but caused numbness or local area paralysis to areas of the body hit by it. She held her lightsabre in her dominant hand, but did not ignite it until the shot had been fired.

 

[Lucien Dooku]

THE_PRODIGAL_SON
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
173rd. STORMTROOPER LEGION | THREE COMPANIES
HEADHUNTING THE DARK LORD
KAL'ORITSOR | JEDI ARMOR

THE SKY MIGHT FALL


Confusion settled onto his face as a third party had not only moved to intercept him, but took the time to berate him, despite the circumstances around them. The pair of individuals had been present when he stormed into the room-- his men having already taken positions outside, past the falling rubble and positioned to deal with any Sith-Imperials that wished to storm their way inside the breach. As a result of their positioning, Lucien merely stood idle, casting a puzzled expression towards Aiden, waiting for chastisement coming from the man to come to an end.

He'd entered their lair on his own, as an individual, to prevent the remainder of his companions from being overpowered by one such as Prazutis, as corrupted in the force as he was. His sword lowered to his side, the man's rhetoric entering one ear before promptly exiting the other. Quiet followed seconds after the man had finished speaking.. Blue eyes peered across to the one who blocked him, his head tilting to the side to look past him, glancing at his own acquaintance who faced off against Prazutis himself.

"Are you done?"

His gaze shifted back towards the man, his sword hanging lazily towards the ground as he took a step forwards.

"I'm not in the business of debating philosophy."

His free hand waved away from Aiden, complementing the impassive expression that showed the upmost dismissal for whoever he was.

"Whoever this man is behind you-- he's got the same goal in mind as me. He wants to stop this corrupted excuse of a sentient-- So do I. The fact that you find it most pressing to prevent me from driving my sword through the chest of a Dark Lord, tells me that you're either working with the Sith, or are daft enough to stand idle while your friend throws himself against that wall alone. You can put that pistol to your own head if you want to debate politics while that corrupted excuse of a living being remains calmly behind you."

He switched his comms on-- connecting to his second-in-command who'd took command of his remaining men outside. "Transmit this location's position to Axis." He spoke under his breath- probably still loud enough for Aiden to hear, but not the others elsewhere in the room. An affirmative was given in response, to which Lucien responded with a grin and a nod of his head, to no one in particular. He bent at the knees-- the force amplifying his actions as he threw himself forwards, his speed blurring him similarly to the one who futilely attempted to block him from reaching his target behind him. He came to a stop at the man's right, far enough away to display that he had little desire to do combat with him.

" I'm here to take the head off the snake of this corrupted Empire-- not debate philosophy with someone who's presumably just a third party. Save that dribble for if you ever encounter the Silvers or the NJO. The Order is only in the business of taking heads-- nothing more."

And with that, he walked forwards, Kal'oritsor still hanging lazily -- yet gripped tightly, all the same -- in his grip. He had every intention to interfere-- to help this long-haired man if his aim was truly to slaughter Prazutis where he stood. And if not, he had no qualms with fighting everyone in that room. A friend of the Sith was his enemy all the same.


ALLIES | NIO | NJO | SOM | Jaeger Harrsk | Djorn Bline | Tyrell Paxxus | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Hunter Blackburn | Irveric Tavlar
ENGAGING Darth Prazutis
TO BE DETERMINED Gerwald Lechner Redd Aiden Wolf ​

Spoiler: Tags

Irveric Tavlar Djorn Bline Vostok Grauv @Tavius Muuagi Ravraa Vyshraal Dhuzgnar Szilvos Kelborn Asa Yubari Tyrell Paxxus Meko Sorrin Tulan Kor Daros Karmann Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Sturit Goan DT-2319 Gedeon Rath Rexus Wenck Lucien Dooku Hayek Sinestra Jaeger Harrsk

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[Cormac Thire]

P E N I T E N T
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
SEVENTH FLEET | BATTLE GROUP 'MOTHERLAND'
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Spoiler: Battlegroup Motherland | Var's Command

F L A G // : NIV Penitent | Pellaeon IV | 2000m [ 100 // 100 ] BATTLECRUISERS //: NIV Lateralus | Phaetra | 3000m [ 100 // 100 ] DESTROYERS //: NIV Arbiter...... | Pellaeon IV | 2000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Stormbringer. | Pellaeon IV | 2000m [ 100 // 100 ] FRIGATES //: NIV Bola One.. | Vanto | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Bola Two.. | Vanto | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Bola Three | Vanto | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Bola Four. | Vanto | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam One.. | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Two.. | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Three | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Four. | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Five. | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Pilam Six.. | Tirailleur | 500m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Gladius One.. | Cuirassier | 1000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Gladius Two.. | Cuirassier | 1000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Gladius Three | Cuirassier | 1000m [ 100 // 100 ] NIV Gladius Four. | Cuirassier | 1000m [ 100 // 100 ] CORVETTES //: Several Squadrons | Caçadore Several Squadrons | Gurkha Several Squadrons | Vandal STARFIGHTERS DEPLOYED //: Several Wings | TIE/OT Outlander Several Wings | Petard Droid Starfigher Several Wings | TIE/HF Slasher Several Wings | IPLT-01x Excursor Star Sloop Several Wings | TIE/INx Interceptor Several Wings | TIE/VX Vanguard Several Wings | TIE/HB Bruiser Heavy Bomber Several Wings | TIE/GA Mauler Ground Attack

BATTLE GROUP "Motherland" The Battle of Dantooine​

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WELCOME TO THE MACHINE
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The command bridge of the Penitent went eerily silent. The first present force of the Sith Empire seemed adept enough to tangle with the New Imperial Order's task force and then all at once the comm scans and system scanners seemed to unveil the existence of the other force. A dreadnought enveloped in several other battlecruisers and star destroyers, a force that far outnumbered even that of the fleet amassed to lay siege of Bastion...waiting for them.

It was tomb like, the necrotic silence that crept over all of them as Var Koon's trusted confidant and subordinate peered over the size and scope of the opposing fleet on the projected holomap. His mouth drew agape for a moment before the Prefsbelt officer with held himself once more.

"Sir..." Var Koon replied with silence as he crossed his arms over his chest, peering over the formation with focused eyes.

"Tell me...this has to be some 'Force Illusion' , yes?" He inquired, cashing in that last remnant of hope lying out that this would not be a duel of certain death against their favor.

"No...not at all..." The Kel Dor iterated in reply to the officer whose sweat beaten brow furrowed before he peered back toward the holomap of the system laid out before them.

"They- but...but the Bryn'adul- surely most of their armada was projected to be there? To defend against them? And yet- this is-..."

"Yes...this Elder Compact...they clearly all gauge us as the bigger threat, else I'd no doubt they would have left the Sith Eternal to their devices on Dantooine." Var Koon iterates, attempting to grasp at the plausibility of this absurd encounter.

"Why? How possibly could this be justified...surely this exposes them to another counter attack from the Bryn'adul- surely!"

"Or we're being lied to...as Sith have a common tendency to do. The Elder Compact have in common all that they must defend against this extragalactic threat...and that they fear the New Order. Kyber Dark was a message unlike any other, Artor. That the Imperial would never be manipulated or controlled by anyone again. To the Sith Eternal, Silver Jedi Concord and Confederacy who had been pulling the wool over the eyes of their people for ages as they fixated each of them in this self obsessive cult that they are in fact gods worthy of deification, that they are the only means by which they will be protected, by which they will be prosperous...the only means by which they will be free. Our New Order showed everyone that they are as mortal as any other and that the Imperial just as any other is in control of their own fate and destiny..." Var Koon replied in kind, to which the Prefsbelt officer replied with a curt nod in understanding, even as the scale of the battle continued to weigh down and heavy over them.

"What of the Sith fleet? Surely we can call upon the Sons of Mandalore, the Gra'tua Cuun? Or the Nirauan Systems fleet? The Imperial Knights?" He asked at the brink of urgent panic, the worry and fear evident in his eyes.

Var Koon spared him his gaze, peering away from the holo map for a moment.

"Any one of them leave their place and another armada this size will appear somewhere far more vulnerable. Our duty was to journey into Sith Eternal space and see to it that Dantooine and its surrounding sector is seized by the New Imperial Order. That is our duty, it is not theirs. Theirs is to protect and patrol their regions of space...to protect our people."

"But if we're left alone here...I- Admiral..."

"We'll be left to die...such is our obligation."

"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."

"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."

Robogeber echoed these sentiments all the same in his command, all but assuring the Kel Dor's confidence in the Commander of Prefsbelt. There was no 'safe' path to victory, no ode of restraint or reward for the careful here.

There was one singular option here.

Total commitment.

"Understood, Grand Admiral. Let these Sith know that they are not eternal. Even if we go writhing into death's cold embrace, they will know the end is nigh and the will of defiance will douse these flames of evil once and for all. Just as the cries of defiance on Muunilinst and Bastion all echo through eternity, so will ours here. Our sacrifice here will always be remembered. So that the Sith may forever be forgotten. Remember the lives they took, the worlds they defiled. Remember what we fight for. The Empire's will be done." Var koon replied in correspondence to his command, his sentiment echoing through the New Imperial channels.

"Move our force into position. Keep to the flank of our main force...prepare the Petards for when we close in enough to rain hell onto them."

"Understood, sir relaying commands."

A moment of silence seized the command bridge once more before Var Koon snapped it again with his sentiment.

"May The Force be with us all..."

H A M M E R - S I X
Artem Strag
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
181st STARFIGHTER GROUP
HAMMER SQUADRON
TIE/HF Slasher | Flight Suit

SUNSET
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<"Priority target is opposing fighter formations. I assume once it gets nasty we'll get our big boat to sink."> I heard the squadron leader sound out through the comms. Slashers were never all too good at dogfighting, it was never the job meant for them. Nor was I too happy with having to wait our turn to light up one of these Sith wedges.

<"Copy."> I said, in line with the others.

What wasn't told to me was the strategic scale situation, how we were so brutally outnumbered but...in the end, to us...it didn't really matter.

We had a job to do and we would do it until we couldn't. From our perspective, each ship was chipping a brick in the wall, it all felt insurmountable, here would be no different, even if I wasn't all too aware of how many bricks there was in the wall.

I just wanted to give 'em hell.

THE WILL OF DEFIANCE
Robogeber | Naier Rambeigh | Josiah Navollius | Okkeus Dainlei | Zrotâl Freeman

THE SITH AND THEIR COMPACT
Thaelius Ordo | Kiff Brayde | Voph​

 

[Auteme]

Joycelyn Zambrano Sakadi Marathi Sinvala ​

Auteme felt the spectral hand close around her throat. She was surprised, and yet somehow validated. The very thought sickened her, that she found satisfaction in seeing the Empress regress to base instincts and Sith teachings. Worse that Auteme had spurred that regression. To reject what was right, to reject another; sometimes she wondered if that was where her path would lead.

But there was not enough oxygen left to think. She, too, regressed and found the only thing she could do was kick and struggle against the invisible hand of the Empress. With another swipe she was slammed into the wall. Pain shot through her back and she gasped, letting out what little had been left in her lungs before the path closed once more.

The Force was both a tool and a being of its own. The Empress took control of it to strike at her enemies, but Auteme surrendered herself to the flow, knowing without her breath she had few options left. Her right hand stopped clawing at her throat and extended towards the Sith. While the other's heart was opaque and unknowable to Auteme she knew the strength of her own. Even as the light flickered, she brought it forth.

Her hand flared with a blazing light, an attempt to disorient the Empress first. Every second it grew brighter and hotter, intent on burning away the darkness that enveloped her here.

She'd been confused by the New Imperials often -- the Will of Defiance they spoke of, how each and every soldier adhered to it. For a moment she understood. To defy the Sith was an impressive thing. The people who had long known nothing but subservience and ownership; as the Empress had put it, they were hers. But Auteme was not.

The Light burned brighter.