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