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Invasion No Quarter | NIO Invasion of TSE held Dantooine

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ENCLAVE


This boy's words only caused the Sith Lord to bring his lips into a slight, tight-lipped smile. Malphas found that most Jedi held a certain air of insolence within them, particularly ones of significant talent. How amusing they were, like trained kath hounds. Still, the Jedi's skill proved itself as he flew from the Sith. Malphas' repulse that was sent out into the Force was a powerful one. An individual undefended by The Force would have certainly broken several bones from the assault, yet this Jedi had shown not only skill but a modicum of finesse. The Sith Lord called on the Force as he fell from the skies. It took him into an embrace, allowing him to gracefully float down to the ground below. One foot and then another set on the ground, perfectly placed one before the other.

The Sapphire light came to life once again. Darth Malphas had no response to this action, save for his left hand slowly shifting to the small of his back as he turned his body to a side-face position with his right shoulder aimed towards his opponent. He exhaled, closing his eyes and abandoning his sight.

Darkness.

His ears perked. He could hear the shift that came from Shaka's movements. Yet, even more than hearing them he could
feel them. The anticipation, the preparation, the focus that this Jedi showed before preparing for an attack. In the end the lightsaber was a tool, the true weapon was the unseen tethers that bound the Sith to the Jedi.

The Force was the true weapon.

Malphas' eyes opened to the sight of a Sapphire blade before him. He skipped backwards. The heat flew past his face while he gave a quick jump onto his left foot. Almost immediately following the shift, he reflected the movement, darting back forward on his right foot. His lightsaber had been held to the side for the moment, yet now it was aimed for a piercing strike to the Jedi's shoulder. A testing movement, meant to reserve his strength and stamina, all the while testing his opponents skill.

As they fought, The Sith continued to rely on the power of his lightsaber. It attempted to tamper with the Jedi's will, enflare his rage, erode his will. Would the Jedi's resolve hold? Or would the ancient power of the Sith prove too much for him. Following the attempted strike to the Jedi's shoulder, Malphas would almost immediately retreat back once again, his body remaining in a side-faced position.

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In Umbris Potestas Est
Allies: Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf Kyyrk Kyyrk Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde Thaelius Thaelius Verin Oldo Verin Oldo
Enemies: Robogeber Robogeber Var Koon Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh Josiah Navollius Okkeus Dainlei Okkeus Dainlei Kormov Alten Kormov Alten

And that was the moment Vanessa had been waiting for. When the Gorgon picked up the transmission from Rausgeber, it was immediately recorded, strapped to one of the ship's many viruses, and transmitted to the nearest holonet beacon. From there it would spread across the galaxy - visual evidence of the New Imperial Order's representative stating they would destroy and annihilate anyone who assisted the Sith Empire - and intended to burn the peaceful city of Theed on Naboo to the ground. Everyone, even the Galactic Alliance and New Jedi Order, would see the evident madness of the machine-lord. Potentially, this would include his allies and those aboard his own ship, who hopefully would not be supportive of a call to wanton genocide and annihilation.

Regardless, while his attention was preoccupied, now was the right time to make a move. The entirety of Vanessa's command fleet chose this time and specifically this time to jump in, roughly astern of the Tregessar. The beam weapons, heavy, super-heavy, and ultra-heavy, would charge up and lances of potent plasma would flash across the void of space from the Gorgon and its escort of battlecruisers, aimed precisely at the enemy vessel. The dorsal and ventral shield leech weapons would target the dreadnought and seek to sap away its energy for the use of the Sith warship. Within their meditation chambers, the Sith would focus and feel out the interior of the vessel, searching for any particular weaknesses that could be exploited. The dreadnought would seek to send its remaining store of mechu-deru-crafted viruses to the other ships through false sensor data and communications transmissions, in an attempt to cripple them that way. Seeker baradium missiles were launched from the tubes of the warships, forming a swarm of hundreds that traveled through space towards the hulking warship. A single communique would be received as text data on the Tregessar's bridge as the shock-jump squadron readied itself, preparing for an opportunity to try and head off any interdicting enemies.

Nope.

Vanessa's Command Fleet
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Gorgon-class Star Dreadnought | Gorgon | 10000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Heresiarch | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Despot | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Autarch | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Martinet | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Sovereign | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Harbinger | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Guardian | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Mandator | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Caudillo | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Assertor | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Bellator | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Vengeance | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Viscount | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Intimidator | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Annihilator | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Arbitrator | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign-class Battlecruiser | Sovereign | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign-class Battlecruiser | Terror | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign-class Battlecruiser | Whelm | 5000m | 100 | 100
Sovereign-class Battlecruiser | Ravager | 5000m | 100 | 100

Shock-Jump Squadron
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Pluton-class Battleship | Ablution | 2000m | 100 | 100
Pluton-class Battleship | Saturn | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-B | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-C | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-D | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-E | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - O-Variant | EX-F | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - O-Variant | EX-H | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - O-Variant | EX-I | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-K | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-M | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-O | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-P | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-R | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-S | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-T | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-U | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-V | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-Y | 2000m | 100 | 100
 
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Rear Admiral of the Fleet of Everlasting Autumn

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OOC THREAD
WAR_OF_DEFIANCE

BATTLE_IN_ORBIT
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The spontaneous, and some would even daresay call it, miraculous arrival of the Confederate ships had forced everyone's hand. The Commodore was thankful that he had already preempted his ships to only fire on his command- tactical choices aside, he wasn't going to lend a hand in creating a disastrous diplomatic incident just because an officer got jumpy with their firing crew. His face scrunched up as the sensors officer read out their fleet estimates- the CIS fleet presence would be a significant problem if they were openly engaging the Imperials.

He puffed his smoking pipe tensely from the observation deck. He wasn't privy to opining his own thoughts during the diplomatic talks between Admiral Rausgeber and whoever lead the Confederate fleet, but he was happy enough that he wasn't going to have to fight against impossible odds. Not like his current ones were any better to begin with. He kept silent, and his crew followed suit; most knew better than to make a sound when this particular superior officer was thinking hard to himself. The new faces learned quickly with a harsh stare from their peers, or a quick hush. The pale silence of the crew, aboard the tip of the spear headed towards the enemy's ungodly maw.

When word of his single squadron of 'Petards' had finally left his hangar, he gave orders for his two remaining flight squadron leaders- Angler Lead and Howler Lead- to link up with their so called 'friendly attaché' ( Okkeus Dainlei Okkeus Dainlei ). Their cocky, aggressive attitudes as befitting an Imperial pilot concerned him, especially when they mostly gave up on formalities around him. He only hoped that their attitudes would serve themselves- and their new ally- much better in the field. "Lightspeed." he said to them, biding them farewell.

"Don't miss us." was Angler Lead's cheeky response. Naier could picture her cheeky face break into a grin under her aviator's helmet. Out of the previous six that served him, only she and her brother, Howler Lead, remained in his service. The rest of the talented but rambunctious squadron leaders, along with the rest of their squadrons, had signed transfers to the rest of the fleet. Angler Lead was dead wrong- Naier was already missing their youthful exuberance.

His hands tightened, threatening to bleed from his palms as the next appearance of the Confederate ships demanded a ceasefire. Hearing their Admiral refuse was a good morale boost to his crew, but people were beginning to question the intentions of the Confederates. Everyone had heard of their alliance, though most assumed- rightly so- that the main target of the alliance was the Bryna'duhl. Their arrival to evacuate their own personnel on the ground was an understandable cause- no one questioned it. But many voiced out their sentiments, ignoring the silence Naier exuded from his position. "Ceasefire?" was the common question.

With what diplomatic leverage? To further outnumber their fleet, should the NIO refuse? Naier tapped the deck windows, bemused by the ignorance of the Confederate politics. There was nothing to be gained from a ceasefire, this late into the battle. Planetside reports were cruel, and news of armed civilian militias fighting against the 501st had already circulated among his crew. There was to be no ceasefire, not from the Admiral nor the Sith. He blew a smoke ring from his pipe, much to the amusement of a passing crewman. "Very arrogant." he quipped to himself.

"Very-"

The third arrival of the Confederate fleet sent ship-wide alarms as it appeared right in between Autumn Division and the Sith fleet. Crew braced, and the collision alarm sent people running for structure support. The Commodore thought that was the worst of the surprises today.

Then the CNS Ventress opened fire.

It was a grand display of lasers, masers and blaster fire that humbled the rest of the crew, as it tore through the vastness of space towards the Admiral. There was no questioning the damage done to their fleet. Autumn, on account of its loose formation, avoided much of their blast.

"Declaration of armed neutrality." he said slowly, coming to terms with what was going on. "Then a ceasefire demand."

"Then this." He thanked the Imperial Protocol that demanded the recording of every piece of communication that occurred during an operation. His communications officer had their own proof of the Confederates violating their own honest-to-god declaration of armed neutrality by engaging the Imperials, transmitting across lightyears, bouncing off communications relay to communications relay back to a central mainframe hidden away in Bastion and Nirauan.

They said Imperials had long memories. This was why.

He closed his eyes and exhaled, blowing smoke out from his lungs. There was a communique from the Admiral, but he already knew what the next orders were, deep in his heart.

He opened his eyes. The world moved slowly before him, his mouth arched open, his lungs expanded.

"Flank speed!" he roared. "Flank speed, aye aye!" cried the navigations officer. Autumn Division, which until then had been sailing at a smooth pace towards the Sith, immediately burned at full speed towards the combined hostile fleet, that outnumbered and outgunned them. He moved to the upper deck of the bridge, each step trembling in anger-fueled excitement. "Systems, fire brigades and repair crew on high alert." His orders were mimicked by the young man, and within minutes a female robotic voice announced through the ship's PA system. Shutters rolled down over their windows in anticipation of the battle. The moment it closed, the bridge felt a lot more claustrophobic than it seemed.

He watched as his fleet approached the first of the CIS Obsidian-class Destroyer, its sleek, low profile hull casting an intimidating picture.

The first of his corvettes- Ambiguity and Fighter soared past. Then came Lonely, Prize, Bride, Deliverance, Rooster and Result.

His frigates- the Dream and Subtlety- roared past silently, covering the corvettes with a blanket of anti-starfighter guns.

Finally, the NIV Inexorable Valediction of Summer burning at full speed caught up, nearly diagonal to the first destroyer. Naier looked up at his XO, who gave him a tense look in return. He opened his mouth, but the words couldn't come out of it. Not this time. Something inside him clammed up. He had a responsibility to do it, but in the last vestiges of an uncertain future, his courage failed him.

The commodore nodded.

To her credit, Simone calmly picked up the bridge mic and gave the gunnery station one good look, before she finally gave the command.

"Roller, Roller, Roller."

Her voice transmitted across the ship, relayed to the rest of the fleet and towards Echo division. Naier's command. Naier's will. His directive.

One by one, the many guns of Autumn Division glowed hot and flared, as it a silent beast awakening from a deep, ancient slumber. There was no communications between the fleet or the Confederate, no words of parley. The Confederates had wasted their chance for a cheap trick, and now here came the Imperial's response.

A full opening barrage rolled out and lanced out, hammering the unfortunate Destroyer with all her might. Guns upon guns upon guns, spitting out spiteful and terrible vengeance. In the midst of the havoc caused by their weapons splashing against their powerful shields, the silent Petard squadron slipped under the bilge-side of the Destroyer and homed into the enemy's underbelly.

The battle commences.



Fleet Roster Composition


Autumn Division - 3rd Fleet
VesselDescriptionStatusCommander
NIV Inexorable Valediction of Summer
- Cuirassier-class Cruiser- Fully crewed, active
NIV Perchance to Dream
- Escolta-class Frigate- Fully crewed, active
Commander Morano Carasonne, [NPC]
NIV Lack of Subtlety
- Escolta-class Frigate- Fully crewed, active
Commander Serena Libertam, [NPC]
NIV Lonely Already
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Fully crewed, active
Lt. Commander Salskey Hangzao, [NPC]
NIV Poor Deliverance
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Fully crewed, active
Lt. Commander Ciroix Amende, [NPC]
NIV Galaxy Bride
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Fully crewed, active
Lt. Commander Holly Zabene, [NPC]
NIV Gargantuan Rooster
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Fully crewed, active
Lt. Commander Eric Bentham, [NPC]
NIV Fraudulent Fighter
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Fully crewed, active
Lt. Commander Grenn Elwine, [NPC]
NIV Antagonizing Result
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Fully crewed, active
Lt. Commander Maia DeRusse, [NPC]
NIV Consolation Prize
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Fully crewed, active
Lt. Commander Ferierre Montague, [NPC]
NIV Pleasant Ambiguity
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Fully crewed, active
Lt. Commander Jean Raulos, [NPC]



 
AMCO AMCO // Runi Verin Runi Verin

Merely a bit of emotional trauma? Amea’s beatings grew far more faster at the casual mention of something that for all intents and purposes was something she had more experience with than she cared for. But as that small shimmering shield popped into existence, as Amea slowly found herself pried away from the man, her fingers relinquishing their grip around the collar of his suit, she found a reason for pause.

“You let us go, and this stops.” She practically growled as she began to walk over towards Runi, knee finding the ground as she checked up on her friend. “We part ways, we never see each other again.”

Was she in a position of bargaining? No, but that wouldn’t give her cause to stop.

“Nothing is gained, nothing is lost.” Amea’s hand shook Runi’s shoulder before she stood up again. “Refuse however, and I will gladly keep this up.”


“Nobody, attacks my friends. Nobody, plays with their minds while I still breathe. But most of all, not a single one will stand in my way for retribution if they do.”
Amea raised her finger, pointed at Adrian as the shrouds came closer “You have a collection of artifacts and belongings in your hangar according to our intel. Either part with one of your ships, or we keep this up until either of us part with their lives. You, or me.”

“We’d both prefer it to be the former, so just give us what we want.”
 
Objective: Defend the temple

They massed. They seemed endless. No matter how many she burned alive, cut down with her Lightsaber, they just kept coming.

(Cutaway of Colonial Marines fighting Xenomorphs under the reactor)

Here's the problem with Aggro. Gather around, don't be shy!

The problem with relying on Aggro as much as Syd does is because Aggro, well...aggros the hell out of all.

The only best response to such overwhelming force was the same solution used on the Amalgam.

Spam Attacks.

So much blasterfire was launched her way she had no choice but to fly away, manipulating her blades around her body to fend off shots, only for one to catch her in the thigh and send her crashing into the ground, blinded by pain for a split second.

For just a moment, she wondered if she had made the right choice. Should she have talked it over more with Laertia? Should she have taken Laertia's advice, and extracated herself and Starlin Rand Starlin Rand ? Was she just lapsing into old habits?

She looked within, and saw Starlin bleeding out from Bryn'adul weapons, saw the worm, the horrid worm, eating piles of bodies into its maw. Devouring comrades.

And these fools wanted to waste their time killing each other. Even the Mandalorians had enough etiquette not to kill 'everyone'.

Syd found herself surrounded by three Jedi.

She couldn't surrender.

Syd did not do with them what she had done with NIO. The three rushed her, attacking from all sides, one Jedi trying to draw the air away from her immediate area to deprive her of her ability to make flame. This had the immediate effect of dropping her to her knees in shock as she gasped for air, barely able to deflect an incoming slash.

...and Syd felt a memory rush to the surface...

T'sid Surt'r stared at the golden cityscape at night on Coruscant.

She floated over it above a balcony that was part of her apartment, clad in spiky, crimson biker leathers that hid athletic beauty, the spikes a gold color on her jacket. Blood colored long wavy hair swayed in the night wind.

She had the dream again. The dream of pain in human form walking away from her, and her chasing. She felt nothing but pain, both in it and herself, felt the light as well as the pain but could never catch up to it.

She held her Lightsaber, a double length hilt with dual vents, scratched gray metal with scorch marks at the vents.

She kept having the same dream ever since being Knighted a month back...and it didn't make sense to her. She couldn't explain the Light Presence that was in pain.

She searched the Force...it had come up empty. She couldn't even make out the figure, yet she felt it...

She had used to love to watch the city at night, the way it was dreamlike as the Speeders flew in arranged lines. But in the face of this foreign pain whose source she didn't know, it was too easy to remember up close things were not quite so dreamlike. She would know. She had come from those places. A nameless denizen with a penchant for creating flames that burned Dark Adepts. The Jedi couldn't help but recruit her. She had been nothing, a low level street muscle for hire. Now she was fighting the enemies of the Jedi...

...yet felt no completeness...

T'sid floated down back onto the balcony, sighing. No peace, just the rush of wind in the night--

She barely dodged, hearing the warning of the Force only at the last second as a red Lightsaber activated in the dark slashing across her diagonally, scorching the front of her armor and causing intense pain as she dropped to her knees, unable to breath, only block the frantic overhead crashes on her teal blade that had odd teal flames dancing off it.

She struggled to defend, weakly backing away as the blade of the Sith Assassin crashed against her. She still could not breathe. And the Assassin was attempting to chill the air as well.

T'sid began ripping everything not nailed down up and hurling it towards the black robed, black masked assassin with her mind, pelting him from different directions. He began swearing and his concentration was broken when a hefty book was slammed into his head and T'sid launched herself at the man with a feral snarl, terrified she would never gave another dream of the one with pain and light within, smashing her blade into his with a free flowing version of Form Six...


Syd snapped out of the memory, bleeding glowing green blood on one side, right arm borken for the moment, skin on half her face gouged off by Lightsaber graze, and with glowing green blood, skin, and muscle tissue still falling off. Her suit was torn in several places, but already knitting itself together.

And she was surrounded by three dead Jedi.

Shock and guilt hit her.

She...she simply hadn't been able to bear the thought of losing Laertia...

Syd knew only that that was unacceptable.

OOC: Open for a duel to any interested Jedi!
 

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ALLIES: Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner | Redd Redd
ENEMIES: Yeah, 'bout that.....aside from NIO, does Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis count?
DANCING WITH: Daedalos Solidor
GEAR: This | Weapons in Bio

What the kark?

This guy had some nerve to call her "sugar" and "love". Her yellow eyes narrowed at his words.
"Come closer and I'll show you how lovingly I can use them, love." she said, sneering the last word.

In response, he jumped back and trained his pistols on her and still had the gall to ask her for a drink. A sinister smirk spread on her lips.
"Only in your dreams, Shyyyo bird." she quipped, before drawing heavily on the Dark energies around her.

Lifting two fingers from her one saber, she flung a powerful Push towards the flirtatious chicken. In this movement, she immediately followed up by launching herself straight at him, throwing up a Barrier as she went to parry any shot he may fire.

Both sabers at the ready, she slid down low, aiming a swipe with one at his legs while the other was kept ready to deflect an attack. All the while, she kept her senses open and aware and the Darkness closer than ever. This pretty boy was not getting past her.

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Writing With: Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt , Maynard Treicolt Maynard Treicolt , Darth Daiara Darth Daiara . Engaging Loske.

The hospital room was, as could be expected, sterile and clean. The food was of the nutritious, but bland variety. Not that Enyo had sampled it. She did not eat. "How are you feeling?" she asked Caoimhe, her tone soft.
"Head hurts. Food sucks," her clone sibling responded.
"It's nutritious and healthy," Enyo pointed out primly.
"And tastes like nothing," Caoimhe sighed. "Can we stop dancing around this now? I tried to kill you."
"Yes."
"Frak, I almost did."
"Yes."
"Is that all you bloody have to say."
"There's nothing else to say. You were under Archangel's control. I know all too well how their...conditioning works. You broke free from it, our oppressors are destroyed, we've won."
"It's that easy? You risked a lot...trying to save someone you don't know and who was about to murder you."
"You're my sister. That is all that matters."
"Not what I...expected. Thanks, I guess...sister."

For a moment there was a flicker of emotion across Enyo's face. "You're...important to me," she said a bit awkwardly, though she seemed earnest. "All my siblings are."
"So I get to meet the gang soon? Hope they don't try to lynch me. So...what now? You've won...well, we've won."
"Archangel is ours, but its infrastructure was badly damaged. It must be rebuilt. The command centre must be moved. Its location is too well-known now. Your...activities have revealed that certain elements of the Consortium have proved unreliable. They must be dealt with. Alexia will spearhead this."
"So business as usual then, huh? We're halting the whole wipe out organics part, right?"
"Yes."
"So we're just clone crime lords now, great."
Enyo cocked her head to the side slightly. "We're doing what is needed to ensure our survival. The galaxy is a bleak, dangerous place. There's no faction or cause worth devoting us to. They're all spokes on a wheel that endlessly crushes the weak. Nothing matters - only us."


"So cold," Caoimhe muttered. "I mean, I get it. Galaxy's a shithole. Just expected things to be...I dunno, different. So we're still gonna work with mafia scumbags and Sith?"
"If it serves our interests. The Sith'll fall in time, like every empire does."
"They're genocidal tyrants."
"Yes, and not smart ones, but useful enough. For now."
"Why bother rebel against Archangel then if we're gonna work with people just as horrible?"

"To be free."
"And what about the people we help put in chains?"
"The strong will free themselves, as we did. If you want to know whether I feel pity for them, the answer's no." There was a pause. "There's one death I regret - deeply. You were in my head, so you know."

"Thuella," Caoimhe sighed. "If I'm not at fault for trying to kill you, then..."
"She was innocent. She'd been alive for less than an hour when I crushed her throat. She looked to me to protect her. And I betrayed her because of a voice in my head." For the first time, there was real emotion in Enyo's tone.

"I don't care about luxury, I don't care about comfort. I care about keeping my family safe, and that is what I shall do. For that we need power. You may not like my methods - fine. I will continue keeping you safe. Because you're the only ones who matter to me. The only ones in this world. Frak the Jedi, frak the Sith, frak anyone who isn't us." Abruptly, Enyo turned around. "When you're up for it, I'll introduce you to your siblings. Don't try to sneak out without being cleared by the doctor. And eat your meal."


In the present, battle continued to rage. Amidst the fire and smoke, Enyo could see a Jedi banner fluttering in the wind. The Jedi and their unwieldy Imperial allies were gaining ground. Privately, Enyo wondered when they would go back to killing each other again. Such was the way of things.

Coalitions between ambitious powers that wanted to exact their will upon the galaxy rarely held. She knew that from personal experience. It was why she had purged her syndicate. The female Jedi reacted swiftly to her the beam shooting towards her. Her angle was perfect, her footing completely correct and her blade was swift. If it had been a common blaster bolt, it would've reflected right back at Enyo. One could, ironically, modify a lightsabre to block the paralysis beam, only this left said lightsabre incapable of protecting its wielder against run-of-the-mill blaster fire.

“You’re not a Sith..Why are you –– AH!”

The woman spoke, guided by eyes that saw clearer than most. Then she staggered backward as the shot hit home, dropping to a knee after being briefly distracted by the Sith Acolyte's words. Her hands touched stone. Then all of a sudden the landscape shifted before Enyo's eyes. For a few moments, she knew no longer saw the Jedi, Imperials and Sith battling for dominance. Indeed, her quarries had vanished from her sight.

But she could still see the enclave. The Sith symbols were gone, but there were corpses everywhere. Warriors that were unmistakeably Sith could be seen storming the halls of the temple, killing and plundering as they went. People screamed, lives were snuffed out and bodies piled up as the few defenders made a desperate last stand to protect their charges from the brutal slaughter. Flames spread across the enclave. It was the usual handiwork of House Zambrano and its myrmidons, but then it was the type of butchery that was replicated every day in some corner of the galaxy. Enyo was no stranger to Force visions, but she lacked the ability to glean insights of past events from objects via touch, though she
Valerian occasionally got such flashes of insight. Nor did she know that someone could share such insights with someone.

Then the spell was broken, and Enyo found herself back in the present. The Cyborg blinked, eyes flashing. The Jedi was gifted - clearly. But she was unfocused. Emotional. So young...though this last thought was a bit absurd since as a clone, Enyo was probably a lot younger than she was. Then I shall be your forge, Enyo thought. Just as she had been forged in the fires of Korriban. For some reason she was not entirely sure of, Enyo felt inclined to respond to the Jedi.

"No, I'm not," Enyo confirmed laconically, holding her crossguard lightsabre in her dominant hand. The blade glowed with a fierce purple light. "Fight." Her off-hand made a fist. Reaching out with the Force, she sought to wrap her telekinetic willpower around the Jedi. The focal point was her throat. Her vice-like grip would be tight and constricting, but it was not her intention per se to choke the life out of the Jedi. She attempted to lift the Jedi into the air and hurl her into some nearby debris. If successful, it would be a hard fall. Moreover, it would separate her foe from her comrade.
 
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Location: The Enclave
Objective: Survive?
Gear: Starlin Rand's lightsaber | Mt. Muspelheim Shoto | Upgraded Fenelar Armor
Writing With: Cotan Sar'andor

As expected, the glass shards were ineffective. Cotan irritably brushed them off as one would swat away an annoying fly. Then, he did something Starlin hadn’t been taught how to do, let alone deal with. Caught off guard, the Padawan tried to parry the thrusting blow, botched it, then gasped in horror as the tip of Cotan’s blade headed for his arm…

...before it made contact not with the softer armorweave and gel at his elbow joint, but the hard phrik plating of his armor. He felt no pain, only slight heat as he jerked away from Cotan, still a bit startled. “What the hell was that? You weren’t trying to cut my arm off—only graze it?

He’d have to ask Syd Celsius Syd Celsius about that move when this was all over—he was sure there was an official name for the technique. It seemed difficult to do, given how quickly a lightsaber blade could burn through flesh and durasteel alike. You had to have finesse and skill to pull off a deliberately slight puncture wound, right?

While Cotan had already retreated out of reach by the time Starlin recovered from the attack, the Padawan eagerly went back on the offensive. He had noticed Cotan’s distaste for the shoto, so he put it to use now more than ever, trying to burn lava-splatter holes in the master’s clothes with every slash and stab. Starlin knew he was greatly outmatched, but he had very quickly developed a personal dislike for Cotan that pushed him to keep fighting. After all, Cotan was the one who had picked a fight with him by demanding he give up the artifacts.

Indeed, this duel had ceased to be about the politics and personal opinions of each party, which Starlin hadn’t been too keen on to begin with. The Padawan’s only goal now was to be able to walk away with his spoils.

To that end, he aligned himself with his lightsaber, channeling the Force into the crystal he had purified on Zeffo by his own hand. The blade burned hotter, infused with energy that bloomed out similarly to a telekinetic push when next his blade met Cotan’s.
 
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LOCATION: Garang City
GEAR: Beskar’gam | KO Lightsaber
ALLIES: Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner | Lavria Xedrim | Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis | Aiden Wolf Aiden Wolf
ENEMIES: Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku

Words spoken between Gerwald and Prazutis had peeked the red wolf’s curiousity, for clearly there was history there. History that her brother had withheld and seeing as she was standing on a battlefield where she hadn’t been given any real details to particulars; was slowing events down. Redd was all for being loyal, but now things had shifted and the woman had to protect two other lives now; three by default. She had questions and she couldn’t blindly follow her brother anymore. That just couldn’t be how things were to be done anymore. Not now that she was pregnant and considering he had all but admitted to knowing that she was pregnant, pissed her off more than being kept out of an informed loop. A loop, that seemed to be all the more relevant as things began to slowly be revealed to her and a low growl rumbled from the female. Oh, she was angry and the fact that she felt all of these dark emotions, didn’t help the situation either. Dark emotions, that she had been channeling ever since she had smelled Gerwald’s fear.

”Death does not entertain anyone and because I don’t know the full story, Gerwald, you’re just babbling nonsense to me.” Redd said as she glared at the man, only to turn her back to him and move to unhook the lightsaber from her utility belt just as the weapon lit up. None of it made sense. The war, Prazutis’s part and Gerwald’s part. Not even the rude guy who reminded her of an insolent puppy and felt the need to yip at a pair of wolves who would have gladly eaten him if given the chance. The whole thing made Redd feel as if she had been given a book, but whole chapters were missing and the book would then fail to properly outline the entire story. Such a factor only caused confusion within the woman, but most of all it angered her. Loyalty could only go so far, especially when her brother was always too busy to even bother with her. Now that she was expecting pups of her own, Gerwald was about to find out that she would question everything; because he was right, she did have to think about her pups.

It still didn’t make any of the feelings that waged a war within her anything less. Anger was the main pool of energy and she could feel the wolf within that growled and bared its fangs. A beast that wanted to kill and dominate those that dared to stand in her way. Such emotion seemed to grow and this time she didn’t have a physical enemy to lash out at. Not like when she ripped out the throats of her enemies for all of those years and her free hand began to unclench, only to slowly clench as she tried to shake free of the aggression that she felt. Aggression that she usually thrived on, but was almost completely useless when she didn’t even know who she was supposed to be fighting. Such a feeling was almost unbearable and just when it couldn’t get any worse, another entered the scene. Screaming for Prazutis. Whoever this Prazutis person was, he was rather popular.

Dooku’s appearance upon the scene was the last straw however as she threw her lightsaber down and extended both her arms and fingertips as she screamed. The woman screamed with the energy that had been building up within her like a knot, until she had to just release it. Had she been a wolf, she would have howled, but that energy that she threw out, had cast a wide net. A net that spanned 1km from her positioning and connected with several dark horned Kath hounds. Resounding howls, echoed back to the wolf as she felt them through the force on a scale that she did not realise that she was capable of. Redd felt the snarls as the beasts worked to free themselves of whatever bindings that kept them captive so then they could converge upon the red wolf’s position. To do what? Well, to cause mayhem and violent attacks upon whomever sought to make themselves an enemy of Redd.​


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G A R A N G C I T Y
C O M P N O R
Taskforce AXIS

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"Copy that Commander."


If situational reports were to be taken literally, the CIS OPFOR were amassed in and around the central garrison point. Mostly likely betting all their cards in pinpointing their strength on one focal point of the city. At least it removed the agony of clearing nests of the purple-clad opfor house by house, street by street and alley by alley. If Yubari had more autonomous programming, she'd of dropped a tactical bomb on the Garrison. But that didn't look good in the after report, and it didn't look proper for the media war effort. The Sith would always find a way to spin such an action to try and garner more support for their failing situation.


Confused momentarily by Lt. Col Harrsks demeanour, her gaze drifted towards her hand which was encrusted with gore, blood and teeth wedged deep in her knuckles. She pulled out the canine wedged in between her middle and index finger like it was but a minor nuisance, the tooth making a soft squelching noise as fake synthetic blood poured out of the open wound. Fellow operatives found her kind unnerving in the way they could take damage and not notice the hideous wounds they received in the line of duty. To her and others of her model type, it was inconsequential. A simple trip to the tech bay of the COMPNOR headquarters rendered them as good as new. If central systems and her operating chip became damaged, then she would have something to fear for a change.


Looking ahead as a wall of flame engulfed troopers attempting to scale the walls of the Garrison point, Asa watched as one man who had the misfortune to scale the wall first tumbled back over as he screamed in agony. His pitch was going higher and higher as his armour melted into his flesh and the flames engulfed him, sending him over the edge like a human phoenix in motion. Turning away from the scene of carnage, she peeled away from the rest of the group and grabbed Grauv by the shoulder.


"We need to get inside there Agent Grauv, and we need to do it soon if we want to get the explosives set up, lead the way and find a point we can get in."

Tags: Jaeger Harrsk Jaeger Harrsk Vostok Grauv and a tag for a potential enemy Luna Terrik Luna Terrik
 

Runi Verin

Two pounds shy of a bomb.


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LOCATION: CAVERNS BENEATH 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 Amea Virou
ENEMIES: AMCO AMCO | TSE
FOLKS MESSING UP A PERFECTLY GOOD HEIST: NIO | GA | ETC


There was a pulse of intense anger through the bond, the emotion carrying like a dull, muted echo that resounded on the edges of her consciousness. It registered for perhaps a second. A momentary flicker that dragged her awareness away from the mental onslaught currently pressing down upon her before it was lost once more in the pain, guilt and collective shame. The Warden drowning in a sea of loathing of her own making.

As she sank further into the endless abyss of her own psyche, the mental anguish gradually began to take on more and more physical presentations. Muscles growing taut, straining against themselves. Bones threatening to break as her back arched agonizingly. Spittle flecking clenched teeth that drew back for a yell that never seemed to come...

And then, as quickly as it had begun, Runi found herself snapping back to reality. Her body lifting off the ground as she all but threw herself onto her back. The air escaping her bruised lungs with a rushed, garbled expletive. Her mind as disarrayed as her appearance as she lay there motionless for several moments. Maybe an eternity. It was hard to wrap her head around the concept of where she was, let alone the concept of time.

She vaguely was aware someone was talking... Amea? Adrian? ... It was hard to focus on the voices. The words nothing but a jumbled mess, but even in her current state she could recognize a threat. Force knows she had been on either side of them often enough.

With an effort worthy of a cantina Wookiee tale, the Kiffar managed to ungracefully roll on to her front, her face pressing down blissfully against the cold cavern floor. The soothing stone thankfully didn't seem to hold grudges from its earlier mistreatment, instead magnanimously allowing her a few seconds of respite to finally regain her bearings.

The Sith Enclave was above.

Amea was to her left.

Adrian was... Making a deal?

"Fierfek," She let out with a vicious growl, a set of wobbly arms struggling to let her rise up even a few inches to search for the Sith Lord. Dark, pained eyes framed by sweat clumped hair and streaks of dust and dirt. "Kark that, I haven't... I-I didn't..."

She blinked, shaking her head. Regretting the gesture immediately as it caused her vision to swim and double before gradually drifting back to some semblance of normality. Somehow she managed to swallow back the bile that burnt its way up the back of her throat, forcing her to instead spit the excess saliva to the side in a completely unlady like motion.

"I haven't even punched the karker once yet. No way am I lettin' him walk away without..."

Whatever her demand was, it was quickly lost in the sound of retching as she emptied the contents of her stomach onto the cavern floor.


 

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Allies: Iasha Rha Iasha Rha | Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru | Arctus Silmar Arctus Silmar
Opposition: Mishel Kryze | Other Space Kaiden Other Space Kaiden 's Graug
Gear: Modified E-11 rifle,
Sith-Imperial Legionnaire Combat Armor, vibro-hatchet, glop grenade x3, flashbang x2, incendiary grenade x2

"CONTACT!"

Yes, they all could see the gnashing of teeth and flailing of limbs erupt from the northeast entrance, but Ruek wouldn't have these acolytes see her as anything less than a thorough legionnaire. With beady eyes the Graug mass honed in on the small buffet ahead, the buffet where Ruek would have been the first dish served if she hadn't launched a glop grenade. The silver webbing twined the floor and midway up of the northeast passage way, creating a temporary barrier already pushed to its limit. She provided the cover for the acolytes to begin charging the crystals, her rifle bolts dedicated only to the enemy. Green energy splashed against gruesome head and chest, leg and hand, disarming or outright putting down the bloodthirsty beasts. Throughout the cavern, the kyber around them glowed with increasing power, washing the violent battle with a hue of soft blue.


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A faint thrum of energy had begun to fill the air, one Ruek could not afford to be distracted by. The shaman's weapon began to give into its heat, choking as it spat one last blast before quitting. Ruek didn't miss a beat however, steam wafting into the air as she dropped the hot rifle. She ripped the vibro-hatchet from her belt, its blade tasting Graug flesh with a swift slash. She felt the lick of a crudely fashioned cleaver against her shoulder. It was more of a broad bat than a blade, and she sunk to a knee with the weight of the blow. She threw back a response across the Graug's knee, felling the giant as it crashed with a howl. From her kneel she leapt upward, giving a devastating slash across one demon's abdomen, its stomach spilling into the pool at their feet. Ruek launched the hatchet across the chamber to plant into the skull of one Graug whose blade was raised and aimed to crash down upon Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru , her hands then reaching to her bandolier and detaching both incendiary grenades. Her thumbs pressed the activator.

Beep

Beep

Beeeeeeeeee--


She hurled them both into the air into the body of the horde which had amassed near stone hallways. The blade in her gauntlet shot forth into the wrist of a Graug who was seconds from heaving down a blow. His hand wrapped around her forearm then splashed into the water detached. Another demon's jaw was pruned from its stalk. Ringing filled her ears as a club struck her helmet causing her to fall. Bubbles obscured her view as air leaked under water and all she could do was turn. A muffled splash and a muted clank sounded next to her as the metal bat struck stone underwater. She felt the Graug's leg and went for a swing with her wrist blade. It wasn't quick enough, the Graug's kick punting Ruek out of the water and over the small circle of acolytes.


BOOM

A shudder rippled the air as the temperatures of cold cavern and incendiary clashed. The fire spread amongst the Graug like a disease as they spread the volatile gel in their panic. Ruek could not take pleasure in their pain, herself curled into a fetal position against the wall she had been thrown.
 
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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: Amea Virou Amea Virou & Runi Verin Runi Verin

A Sith should, by all accounts, be able to hold their own in close-quarters combat against most things the galaxy could throw at them - alas, as far as this particular area of expertise was concerned, Adrian Vandiir was only slightly more competent than the average bureaucrat. Finally managing to push the less-animalistic-than-before woman off him, he felt more like a well-used punching bag than a Sith Lord...

... and that was with his Polyweave attire dampening her assault somewhat. By the Force had that been worth every credit.

Moving gingerly to his feet, he managed a moderately cocky smile, but only barely. Even Corellians had their limits. "For future reference, opening fire on a Sith Lord is a rather poor choice if your goal is avoiding a threat to your friends." The four Shrouds forming a spectral wall in front of him, he felt just a bit better. He would feel better still once he was far away from these maniacs, however. Guffawing in pained amusement, he shook his head.

"You came her to steal artefacts? From a Sith Enclave under siege?" Looking at them with open bemusement, he shook his head again. "Fine, fine. You want to wrangle my security contingent in your condition, be my guest, I won't stop you..." It could prove impractical, however.

"... but if you're just in it for the money, I'd be happy to bribe you. Even if only one of you is still standing."

Truth be told, he was only barely standing himself. Could he still take her with his Shrouds? Probably, but probably just wasn't good enough.
 
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I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
501st STORMTROOPER LEGION
TASK FORCE 'AXIS'
Armor | Rifle | Pistol | Void | Grenades

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I AM THE DESPERATE MEASURE
That horrible scream of agony, that dread symphony of grown men being forced through the cook. The flames bathed over their bodies as the last of his command unit tried to scale the walls. Some of the more elite of the Order, some of the more trusted of Tavlar's retinue. Molded in the salt and smoke of Kintan, Mandalore, Harnaidan...all of it, killed in an instant to a chorus of blistering pain.

Those culled voices would not be due to leave his psyche any time soon. Not in the heat of this battle. What was left of his unit? His command squad 'Enigma' was now five stormtroopers. All veteran stock, all ready and willing to die. For him.

<"They're moving off the walls, to the courtyard- Dauntless."> One of Tavlar's subordinates, Vizek, an Umbaran Stormtrooper remnant from Tavlar's program to reinstitute the Death Troopers in his tenure as Sith General and after the battle of Velmor, transferred into Tavlar's 501st as one of his primary squadmates. Ever reliable, ever indomitable.

Needed to be, given the circumstances. They'd rung the line for several means of reinforcement but it'd be a bit longer before they came to fruition. Djorn's Ghost Vipers were still up high, picking off 'soft' infantry targets with honed in sharpshooters. The real meat had yet to be served, the 'spearhead' meant to overtake the city proper was still well on its trajectory to Libra Gold.

Irveric was alone not moments before the vitriolic screamers of Demon Company, the men and women redeemed from the Antarian Rangers neared the gates of Libra Gold. They were New Imperial as any other. This old order was dead, the old order of adhering to the whims and wishes of force cultist elites. It was time for the 'mere mortals' to take command.

Evidently, that struck fear to the heart of the Galaxy else they wouldn't all ring out in unison against this state as they had.

Nothing made sense any more but the blood, dust and tibanna rotting the air in Garang. The very city of Irveric's birth, the stomping grounds of his upbringing would play venue to the most insurmountable challenge he'd faced yet. Bastion, Kyber Dark, besting the most fortified planet in the Galaxy whilst twisting the dagger in his own gut battling the Sith was a difficult bout, the entire Galaxy there to face them barely after they'd licked their wounds managed to lift the bar in his toll, at least on the individual basis of his psyche.

<"Good. Clear out these Sith droids on the ramparts, we'll take over the walls and try to envelop them."> Irveric ordered out to Enigma group. An assignment far easier said than done. In this bloodied hole they'd buried themselves in, it'd be a climb of raking talons over the top again.

Not long after they'd taken up their beaten down guard on the ramparts, the Djorn and the Vipers arrived.

Then came salvation in the form of his right hand man, the 'greybeard' of the New Imperial Order, the vaunted elder Tyrell Paxxus Tyrell Paxxus and his retinue. Ever Irveric's more trusted confidant. Where Harrsk veered closest to opting for those desperate measures and Lucien vied for restraint, that sacred dream, Tyrell was the guiding hand.

<"Ever the original, never too late for the show. I've got a ping on his location."> Prazutis, sent the way of the Sword of Serenno, Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku . He'd come a long way from that leather jacket donning spacer, armed with narrowed eyes and grinding teeth after the Sith cast the net over the Pabol Hutta. No act more despicable than interdicting swathes of refugees flooding from sectors overtaken by the Bryn'adul, only to be enslaved in service to the Sith Empire.

Now they all had the audacity to point and look down on the New Imperial, as if they were the ones clasping the shackles, subjugating these worlds to slaughter and treating refugees like cattle stock.

But what the hell made sense any more? Only one aim in the Dantooinian's mind.

The Sith were here and he had to kill. He was filled with no more of a predatory drive to face them than he was now.

Several worlds all but piles of broken glass, entire peoples all but faded memories. Names, identities, pride and glory all faded to the winds of fate, all broken by the hands of these villains.

And they spoke, they spoke with any right to villainize their crusade.

Good.

The odds were never in their favor before, it was time to cash in now.

<"Vizek."> Tavlar sounded out, the Umbaran was the closest he could put trust in to manage the unit here.

<"Sir-">

<"Hold our ground here- Don't give em anything.">
The Umbaran looked Tavlar's way. He knew immediately what was to follow.

<"And what's your plan?"> He was with him in the muddied trenches at Kintan, one of the first to haul Tavlar with his newly severed arm into the medievac only after he'd spent hours commanding the Sith armored forces at New Kalandra, his consciousness eventually fading prior to the defeat.

Tavlar looked back in his direction, no expression or words could've told the story better. But Irveric was a man who liked to talk.

<"I've got a fight to finish, Captain. Reinforcements are on the way."> Irveric stated out before he grasped ahold of the 'null grenade fixed in a pouch on the plate carrier strapped over his breastplate. Adjusting the fuse, the grenade would fire out at a low intensity 'spray' of the blaster nullifier, meaning a smaller cloud but a higher concentration of it in a smaller location.

<"The war has changed...guess we'll just have to win it anyway...">

Time to make things personal.

<"Patriarch, Snake, Hellion. On me. Time to go.">

Motioning a hand to the top of his helmet, he tapped against the outer Beskar shell of the armor piece twice in the palm of his hand. A basic hand signal, cover me.

<"501st! Protect your Imperator! Time to roll some heads! Blast em!"> The Umbaran barked out, the sound of the charging handle of a heavy repeater being the only note of affirmation the order went through before soon enough that horrid rip and crack of the weapon sounded out in the direction of the forces consolidating in the courtyard.

Soon as he was on his feet again, he swiped the pin of the null grenade within the pouch of his plate carrier and then he began to run. After a delayed fuse the blaster dampener smoke began to fire out and shroud his form, though existing primarily in his wake.

The Sith troopers and droids still fixed on their position on the walls could only look over in shock to the sight of the Sovereign Imperator in his brazen charge along the ramparts.

One battle droid raised his weapon to fire, a hand fixed within a crushgaunt was there to grasp ahold of the droid's head and plant it into the steel beneath, the circuitry and machinery of the droid faltering in a spark fueled frenzy.

He continued his charge, leaping from the ramparts with a single hand clasped around the receiver of his rifle and the other empty, his gaze trained on the display map at the bottom left of his heads up display, a ping on the map honing him on the Dark Lord himself.

<"Luc- we're almost on your position. Time to end it."> Tavlar said, his voice ever spelling determination, soon enough the breach opened by the Myrmidons came into view. Ringing the number of the sons of Nirauan typically yielded these results. Good ones. A swift draw of his pistol, a flick of his thumb and he was firing the ascension cable of the weapon to pull him from the mouth of the bridge and toward the breach in the wall of the garrison.

The null grenade was spent and he let it drop to the ground with a clatter.

Enveloped in his miasma of darkness, there he was. Darth Prazutis. Though the way might have been enigmatically blocked from Dooku, Irveric had his means.

Though it appeared he was at odds, in opposition to the Knights Obsidian, the very same who owed allegiance to the nation who'd sought to garner trust only to light it on fire in the New Imperial lap. Not that he knew, unable to spare the time to peer up to the heavens only to see their collective fleets and their guns fanning fire into the sky.

Taking up his rifle into his arms again, he approached with measure steps and fixed his sights on the Dark Lord.

<"Braxus Zambrano...I'm in your area...">

And then he pulled the trigger.

TASK FORCE AXIS
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THE DARK LORD
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Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis

THE OBSIDIAN
Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner | Redd Redd | Aiden Wolf Aiden Wolf | Lavria Xedrim

ALLIES | NIO | NJO | SOM | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Tulan Kor Tulan Kor | Daros Karmann Daros Karmann | Sturit Goan Sturit Goan | Sinestra Sinestra | Tavius Muuaji Tavius Muuaji
ENEMIES | TSE | ELDER COMPACT | Luna Terrik Luna Terrik | Gnox the Insatiable | Aurelion Nova Aurelion Nova
 

Dhuzgnar

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Dhuzgnar had been one of the soldiers that had acted as a weight for Rorurra once they finally got the wookie to their feet. Leaning against the nekghoul, the pair attempted to keep their balance as the squadron moved through the bombed out city streets, boots creaking between the dead and dying, far too much ash and blood to make out what side any given body belonged to. Especially in the mire of the Imperial Infantry and Citizen’s Militia, everything tended to bleed into a much less recognizable shade of brown between the burned and bubbling sections of flesh marked by blaster fire. The smell of flesh, crisped to a cinder, filled the Nekghoul’s nostrils. Deeply he breathed as he traveled with the wookie, stumbling slightly. The scent made his stomach turn and roll. There was something wrong to the death, the decay, and the desecration that this world was experiencing. The planet was old, it was ancient, and the heartbeat of it’s soul went deeper than that. It tried to speak to Dhuzgnar from the moment his foot first found purpose in the grasslands. He felt a spark shoot through his entire frame when he arrived here, that vanished into the very ground he stood on and shuddered to the core. Whispers of ages past, the greatest and smallest that had walked along these hollowed fields. The lives that they had spent here. Down the the quietest farmer, simply trying to make ends neat for his family and bring in the harvest before winter settled in, to the most illustrious of the Jedi Orders, commanding respect and knowledge beyond his years.

Of course it had to be all sullied with war.

Nothing in this universe was sacred anymore. He feared one day Taris may be just the same. Just another world for the Sith to plunder and destroy. He hardly understood the logistics of this conflict, this war, the worries and stresses that had far reaching interstellar consequences. He felt embers dancing about the world, light, dark, and grey. Everything between them. He could fear the saber strikes, he could feel every blood drip, he could damned near flinch at the sheer anger and love that the beings here displayed. Emotions were running wild, like a pack of stallions racing around his heart.

He had left his homeworld before the Storytellers had properly taught him how to handle his gift, how to dance between the ebbs and flows of the Force, how to properly wield it, how to process it’s understanding into a format that we could properly deal with. How to wield raw emotion into knowledge.

The Sith had to be stopped, they had to be stopped before they had the chance to eclipse more stars. He saw it when he dreamed. A dark galaxy, devoid of light, devoid of meaning.

Why had the paladins betrayed him and his people like this?

Reek Line came screaming into the combat that was said to be their paradise. The field hospital they were promised was nothing more than a crater in the ground, with a variety of stormtroopers of various legions and Imperial infantry setup throughout. They came scattering to the front lines, with Dhuzgnar unloading the Wookie behind a high pile of sandbags before taking his own position before them. Moments later, a hail of blaster fire exploded onto the otherside.

“What’s happening?” He screamed to the nearest stormtrooper, marked with the blue of the 501st.

“Pinned down! S-IMPS in the buildings across the way! Old hospital turned into a gunnery position, blaster cannons in every window! Waiting for Medivac! Keep your head down and return fire when they go to cool down.” Came the response, the stormtrooper brought his carbine to his shoulder and sent a couple rounds bursting down the path. Slamming into the darkened windows of the hospital, the return fire lacked as much viciousness. Dhuzgnar assumed he must’ve scored a killshot.

“You heard him, keep cover, keep them hot until someone gets down here to save us!” Kant commanded.

And thus, Dhuzgnar would obey.

The Force was a curious thing in it’s raw form. He picked up the fears and bravery of the soldiers around him like a beast wading in blood drenched waters. It settled him, he took it in as casually as anyone else would sip a fine wine. Breathing in, and out. In, and out. Through the haze and blasterfire, he could sense them. Small pinpricks of life, darting between the windows. Shouting orders, mourning over losses and congratulating over strikes. Most of the cannons had crews that kept swapping off duty, as if to keep the New Imperials guessing at the individual fire patterns of each gunner.

A burst from one of the cannons ripped the top layer of sandbags off of his cover, earning a roar from the injured form of Rorurra.

Dhuzgnar couldn’t even tell. He was worlds away.

Empty space, blackness all around him. Nothing besides the SFR-58 he took into his hands. It was foggy in the distance, a great cloud of nothingness hung in his vision. Focus, listen. It’s right there, can’t you hear it? He brought the rifle up to his shoulder, letting his claws settle into comfortable grips, finger on the trigger.

There, out of the fog. A dancing form, wandering between emplacements. Flickering from his sight as he went behind cover. He was a gentle shade of yellow at first, pale and dying. He picked out bits of his personality. He was familiar to the planet, a native perhaps, or born along the run. He fought for… patriotic reasons. He thought the war was pointless on both sides. He just wanted to go home.

The rifle shook in Dhuzgnar’s hand. Red was clawing at his vision, beating, louder, and louder.

A black form was overcoming him, oppressive and real. A weight draping itself over his shoulders. Like the vines of a deep jungle. It’s hand settled on his own, daring him to pull the trigger.

The sound of hellfire, multiple explosions, and debris being flung over their position snapped him to realspace. A loud sound filled his ears and shook his bones and missiles and heavy chain blaster shot rattled into the building. Crushing foundations and sending entire rooms into massive bursts of flame.

Before he could even properly register it, Rorurra was being taken from the squad by a pair of medics using a repulsor-stretcher. Rushing him to the gunship as the entire front line burst into cheers and shouts of revelry.

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.

Dhuzgnar had just allowed himself to take in some air before he looked over at the Umbaran squad command, Kant, who was nodding while an order was burned into his comlink.

“No rest, Reeks. Arm up. Commands come down. We’re hunting ourselves a Cloak.”

And he thought Kalee was Hell.

The squad set out once again, through the streets and rubble, following the transmission like a pack of bloodhounds. It would be sometime before they were within the operational area, however. Though a response was sent in return from Kant to the grapevine end that had rallied the mention off to any nearby commanding operators. Though, for a random infantry squad to be tagged on that list, something much more reserved for the mentionables and heroes of the NIO, something else was at work. Thankfully, the Umbaran had little in the sense of self preservation or second guessing.

A deep, dark storm rolled throughout Dhuzgnar's frame. This wasn't right.


“Read you, Reek Line moving to intervene.”

The plan of operation was to keep pushing with Task Force Axis, hit the garrison, and hunt down a Sith Lord?

Starting to wish he stayed on Taris.

By the time Reek Line had managed to make their way to the lines assaulting Libra Gold, it appeared as if the 501st were already taking the brunt of the front offensive. Some grand surge was rippling through the lines of solider. The walls lined with droids and Sith Troopers, being picked at by the finest the Legions had to offer, and a lone infantry squadron, pumped up on adrenaline and a desire to keep the name of Reek Line synonymous with reckless abandon in the name of the Imperator, made up the backing flank. Starting to inch their way through the waves, through the lines of stormtroopers and more specialized troops, as their SFR's peaked over shoulders and past heads, desperate to join in the frenzy. Like hyenas coming upon the kill of a lion Pride.

Scraps and foolhardy bravery. Reek Line was not meant for here, and how they had wandered their way this far was something that only the Force could answer for. It pulled and tugged on the Line, just as it did Dhuzgnar. Could they feel it? His comrades in arms?

It didn't matter much as he trailed the body of a combat droid with his rifle as it collapsed off of the wall.

"We help the 501st secure this area, then we push in! High value target pinged by high value brass, they're gonna need all the fire support they can get!"


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Rorurra | Machine Gunner | Wookie | EW-ALE Heavy Weapon Emplacement MEDIVAC
Kragir | Assistant Gunner | Neimoidian | KXR SFR-58 'Bozdugan' Blaster Rifle
Nocrea | Senior Rifleman | Trandoshan | KXR AK-57x Charric Rifle KIA
Dhuzgnar | Rifleman | Nekghoul | KXR SFR-58 'Bozdugan' Blaster Rifle
Valsava | Rifleman | Twi'lek | KXR SFR-58 'Bozdugan' Blaster Rifle
Gexo | Rifleman | Iridonian | KXR SFR-58 'Bozdugan' Blaster Rifle
Khrorokah | Rifleman | Chazrach | KXR SFR-58 'Bozdugan' Blaster Rifle
Theanras | Rifleman | Human | KXR SFR-58 'Bozdugan' Blaster Rifle
Shangith | Rifleman | Human |
KXR SFR-58 'Bozdugan' Blaster Rifle

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“Come on, Roo.” Amea lowered her voice for her friend to hear alone. “It’s better to swallow our pride than risk life over a damn job.”

Amea grimaced as her friend threw up on the floor, attention setting on the Sith who had erected a ghostly barrier between himself and the two women while still offering a lecture on what some would call ‘gun safety.’ It meant that he saw them as sufficient enough of a threat to at least bargain, and in truth Amea would have agreed with his wisdom on any other given day of the week, but these were extraordinary circumstances, and their goal far from as complex as he might have expected.

“Well first off, this has been in motion since before the damn siege.” Amea shrugged at the man and shook her head. “If this was about money, we’d have picked something a bit less exciting than a Sith Academy, Mister Vandiir.”

“Sometimes it’s a favor for a favor, and I owe some pretty big names some pretty damn big favors. This is merely to pay that off.”


She got ready to act, lowered her voice for Runi to hear yet again. “I’m with you either way you want to play this one, burc’ya”
 
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Location: Dantooine Orbit, Thunderstruck, patrol check of the fleet
Allies: Var Koon | Josiah Navollius | Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh | Robogeber Robogeber
Enemies: The Sith, CIS, SJO supporters of the Elder Council, Thaelius Thaelius | Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf | Kyyrk Kyyrk | Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde | Verin Oldo Verin Oldo
Directly Engaging: Onrai Onrai
Theme: Back for More - Five Finger Death Punch

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More firing continued.

The battle was getting too bloody for his liking. Youth Three got hit by fighters, killing them almost instantly. If any of the remaining three got hit, it was game over.

His comms crackled to life, startling him for a brief second.


“Come in Youth Leader, this is Angler Leader.”

Angler Leader? That was Rambeigh’s squadron. Hopefully that were out here to help.

“This is Youth Leader. What’s up Angler Leader?”

“My squadron, along with Howler Squadron, have been given orders to follow your command. We are all ears commander.”

Commander. Who would have thought that he would be leading his own squadron, let alone two others.

Both squadrons flew up to the left and right of Youth Squadron, lining up in three separate Flying-Vs.

Up ahead he noticed something strange. Ships from all sides stopped firing as they just sat silently. Had a ceasefire been called?


“Alright squadrons, something is going on with the admirals right now. Stay in formation and be alert. I don’t like this.”

Cutting their speed to 25% they all glided through space, very slowly approaching the Confederate and Sith ships.

Without warning a single Confederate ship released a single volley of fire, aimed directly for the NIV Tregessar. With no time to react the large ship was struck, shaking from attack.

And with that single volley of fire the NIV Tregessar fires up every weapon they had and aimed them at...this Sith?

Green and red lasers raced across the sky. Looks like the Sith were the current target. Fine by him. They were all going to get blown out of the sky.


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“Okay y’all, this is it. Keep the three Flying-V formation with any bombers in the back. All forward-facing ships out shield to 100% ahead. We drawn their fire while the bombers hit our target: that big ugly black ship.”

With the ships repositioning they continued onward towards the Sith. Within seconds they were taking on fire. His X-Wing rattle with all oncoming blasts. Shields were holding strong, but he wasn’t sure for how long.

Now deep within enemy lines they started approaching their target.


Angler Two is hit! I repeat, Angler Two is hit!”

Blast! It wasn’t one of the bombers, but losing any pilots wasn’t needed. Looking back he saw the top section of their wing blown off, smoke still coming off of it.

Angler Two, stabilize that wing if you can. Everyone else, get ready to dive that front!”

With confirmation from the other pilots they continued forward. The large Dreadnought imposed its size on the rest of the fleet, bringing a dark shadow down onto the starfighters.

As they spun to avoid laser fire the ships angled downward, flying around the front overhang of the large ship. Hopefully there were less lasers on the bottom side then there was on top.

There weren’t.


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Howler One is down! We are taking one heavy fire!”

This wasn’t good. The enemy Dreadnought was still punishing the squadrons, keeping them from their goal.

New plan.

“All squadrons, listen up! New plan. We are no longer attacking the bridge. Switch your missiles over to your ion weaponry. We’re disabling this nerf herder.”

Still taking on heavy fire he listened as the pilots all engaged their ion weapons. They sped along the underside of the ship, making their way to the engines.

“Everyone, on my command you will launch your ion missiles at the Dreadnought’s engines. If this thing can’t move, it is game over.”

“Commander, we lost Angler Two! And Angler Four has been hit!”

They had to keep going. The engines were so close. All the ships began to vibrate from the roar of the thrusters.

Now was their chance.


“Squadrons, fire! Fire everything now!”

Ion missiles roared out of the ships, screaming their way towards the Dreadnought. With the amount sent surely a few would strike, which could he enough to disable the thrusters.

“Alright, get out of here! Regroup back to the NIV Tregessar and load back up.”

Angling out and down the squadrons put full power towards engines, racing back to the ship. Hopefully some of those ions hit.

Cause than it is time for those Petards.
 
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OOC THREAD

BATTLE IN ORBIT

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Allies
Okkeus Dainlei Okkeus Dainlei | Josiah Navollious | Var Koon | Robogeber Robogeber | Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh

Hostile Combatants
Thaelius Thaelius | Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf | Kyyrk Kyyrk | Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde | Verin Oldo Verin Oldo | Onrai Onrai | Sith Vessels


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From Starglow's bridge, Kormov listened with relative confusion to the negotiations between the CIS and the NIO. Frankly, none of them made much sense. Are they stalling for time?

The answer seemed pretty apparent, as yet another massive contingent of CIS vessels jumped out of Hyperspace danger close to Autumn and Echo division. All in all, Kormov counted thirteen ships.

"Evasive maneuvers!" Kormov managed, his voice high pitched with fear as he tried to make sense of how their enemy had arrived with such precision. As an experienced Captain who had participated in dozens of engagements, he knew what came next. A hailstorm of brilliant red and blue laser fire traced through space, not directed at Autumn or Echo division, but instead at the Grand Admiral's forces. Kormov was still trying to wrap his mind around the how. How had this enemy admiral Kyyrk Kyyrk plotted a perfect course through the rapidly advancing NIO & Sith/CIS fleets, and all their starfighters? A collision with just a single small ship in Hyperspace was dangerous in the extreme, enough to render some of even a ship the size of those Obsidians useless. Had they instead collided with one of Autumn division's corvettes? Likely, it meant destruction for both. Somehow, he had managed it. Even with the latest technology, that maneuver was insanity at best.... Not that it mattered anymore. Autumn & Echo's already daunting task was now clearly suicidal, but they were committed. Outnumbered, outgunned, outplanned.

"Captain, Autumn Division moving to flank speed. Orders?" Wessley asked frantically.

"Raya, order the Fiori to the rear for fighter cover. Soon those Supercarriers will have squadrons all over us. Lets pray that Okkeus Dainlei Okkeus Dainlei and Youth Squadron survive long enough to give us some cover. Everyone else, wait for Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh 's order to open fire. All ships, Flank Speed! Follow Autumn Division! "

Tense seconds passed as his team relayed Kormov's commands. The closer we get, the better. Making this gargantuan fleet try to hit our tiny Corvettes at close range, and they'll inflict significant casualties on themselves. Our size and speed will keep us alive longer.

As Kormov watched the Ambiguity and Fighter soar past the first Obsidian Destroyer that dwarfed them twentyfold, he knew it wouldn't be long.
"Gunnery crews ready! Follow Autumn Division's firing patterns for maximum damage! Concentrate fire on the Hangars, don't let those fighters out!"

A few more seconds. Kormov held his breath.

Raya held up her hand and repeated "Roller, Roller, Roller!"

Echo division opened fire, red lasers and concussion missiles streaming from the Iberta, Salador's Ransom, and Starglow, headed for the hangers of the unfortunate Obsidian class Destroyer. Echo Division continued on, following Autumn Division at a blazing pace.

These Corvettes are lightning fast, Kormov thought with a grin. Soon, they'd be past the defensive perimeter.

The CIS wouldn't even know what hit them.






Echo Division - 3rd Fleet
VesselDescriptionStatusCommander
NIV Iberta- Gurkah-class Cruiser- Fully crewed, activeLt Commander Salvador Nesse, [NPC]
NIV Salador's Ransom- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Fully crewed, activeLt Commander Rickard Casva, [NPC]
NIV Fiori- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Fully crewed, activeLt Commander Richter Eckberg, [NPC]
NIV Starglow- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Fully crewed, activeCaptain Korvo Alten [USER]



 
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S U N S T R I D E R
NEW JEDI ORDER
JEDI-IMPERIAL JOINT STRIKE TEAM
Jedi Jumpsuit | Concord Brawn | Lightsaber

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In the midst of the titans what was Oceiros to do? Rurik stormed past Thurion in order to face Carnifex, leaving the Padawan to face what had once been one of his heroes. Teeth digging into the interior of his cheek the epicanthix could do nothing but watch on as the Imperial Knight rushed forward to engage the once Emperor.

Looking back to the Lion King as he spoke, Oceiros could see it in the warrior’s face, he could feel it in the tone of the others' words. Neither truly wished to engage each other, yet fate had conspired against them both, placing them on opposite sides of battle. What would Arcanus say if he saw this? Oceiros could imagine his cousin rolling over in his grave seeing two Jedi pitted against one another.

“This is why we should not rule Master Heavenshield.” Eyes lowering to the hilt of the other Jedi’s weapon. “Your desire to protect your people is admirable, your desire to destroy the Bryn is admirable. Your choice to side with Carnifex and his ilk is not. You stand with one that is a blight upon all of civilization.”

This was not what it meant to be a Jedi, not what he nor Thurion were about to partake in. The stories he’d heard as a child meant nothing. The code meant nothing. All that the Jedi were had been lost to the twilight that was war. It almost made Oceiros wish he’d never left Brentaal.

The faint snap-hiss caught the adept's attention, his eyes lowering to the azure blade that hovered near his heart. The words and actions of the one-time Grandmaster had cut deeper than any lightsaber wound, ached more than any prior injuries.

“You leave me no other choice Master Heavenshield, and for that, I apologize. If we had met any other day, anywhere else in the galaxy I could've learned from you.” Eyes glancing to the back of the the Lord Executor, the young Sunstrider knew what needed to be done. “I can’t allow you to doom him to death.” Was Rurik Fel innocent? Far from it. Was he completely just in his actions? No. Did he deserve to die at the hands of Carnifex? No.

In his left palm, Oceiros felt the weight of his own lightsaber. The weight of consequence. With a thought the blade came to life, its tip dragging across the ground. The earth bubbled from the heat dirt, wheat and grass melting.

The plasmatic blade came up striking at the base of Thurion’s lightsaber, with it carried by the force bits of the molten dirt to blind the other. Praying his distraction was enough, Oceiros leapt allowing the force to take him up, and over the Grandmaster’s head his back pressing to the Lord Executor’s.

The Unthinkable: Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield | Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex
The Willing: Rurik Fel Rurik Fel
 
Laertia found dueling Ryv Ryv a hilarious thing.

Not because of anything Ryv was doing, mind you. He was doing amazing! He'd lasted twenty seconds longer than most so-called 'Master Swordfighters' she had crushed as though they were nothing. He took the craft seriously, and it showed.

The reason she found it hilarious was because she was getting more of a challenge fighting a Jedi than she had most Sith (The Amalgam, knowing Laertia's style, via having taught her key parts of it as Ursula had a special edge over her.). He a feather in a gentle breeze, she a razor in a tornado wind.

Nonetheless she was getting some insight. An...amalgam...of defensive techniques from multiple styles.

Her eyes studied how quickly he manipulated his blade on average to deflect her strikes, calculating the average number of seconds it took. It wasn't perfect, but it was giving her a ballpark estimate of how fast he could move, both with and without the Force.

Next came the little things. How his wrist twisted and helped manipulate the Blade in his hands. How he shifted. The dozen little micro expressions on his face.

Laertia searched the Force, deciding to slightly modify her tactics.

She adjusted the angle of her strikes, having calculated his movement speed enough to give a serious shot at more seriously interfering with his deflection attempts, as she attacked in such a manner as to anticipate how he would move his arms and what position his blade would be in when he tried to move out of the way or glance her strikes away, slowing down slightly for more precise attacks but delivering the heavy slashes aimed at his limbs and neck with more strength and power, though this left open a chance for counter attack on his part, though she attempted to dissuade him of this by using elements of Juyo and Makashi to make an attempt to strike at her undesirable.

At the same time, she drew on her understanding of Niman to work the Force into her strategy, extending a telekinetic field around her immediate radius, in an attempt to slow his speed down, so she could hopefully get a strike in, though she was quite wary. His blade had already proven swift and his defense could easily be turned to offense if he so chose. If her movement dampening attempt didn't work she would be wasting focus, and even if it did he could use the Force to try and break her concentration...
 
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