No Stone Unturned, no Book Unburned [New Order Dominion of Cadomai Prime]

[Lord Eclipsion]

Sokrai sickly smiled as she walked out of the small transport shuttle. She sadistically watched the burning ruins of the art festival, and began rapidly sprinting towards the wreckage and ruin that was the village. A couple of civilians lay crying over the corpse of a man in a bloody, red suit, and they gasped and began running when they saw the approach of the evil Knight. One lone child turned around, with tears streaming down his face. Sokrai felt a twang of guilt, and halted in front of the family. The apparent-mother tripped on the ground, and was trying to scamper away. The boy ran towards his mother, crying and blubbering incoherent words. She reluctantly sheathed her saber, but knowing that somebody had to be punished for this insolence, used her growing skill in telekinesis and sent it flying at the mother. Sokrai gripped and jerked the child away, as he watched in absolute horror and fear, as the large shard of metal quickly snuffed out the life of his last remaining family member. " Live knowing she died quick and painless, and is happy to know you live. " She stated with little emotion to the child, as she released her grip on the child. He quickly ran to the bleeding husk, and like with the man earlier, began sobbing over the corpse, his face having had some of his mothers blood on his face. Sokrai walked forward, feeling some guilt over quickly butchering the child's family, but knew that he was granted a gift by being left alive. She went sprinting again, as she began nearing the Silver Jedi troops. 2 soldiers whose armor was covered in dirt, saw her, and quickly fired bursts of lasers at her. She easily deflected them, and struck down the soldiers, and began approaching the main bulk of the force.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh had entered the building, only to find about five people holding small booklets. They said that the books were records for transactions, or something other like that. He didn't believe them. He said, "Drop them. They aren't worth your lives. Go and know that you were spared." The eldest man and his daughter placed their books on the ground and left as quickly as they could.

The youngest man, about 23 stepped forth and replied that the Sith couldn't kill them for owning material on Sith defeats. "Unfortunately, they can. I shall give you one more warning. Drop the books and leave. Don't add more bodies to the pile."

One of the older women started crying, saying that the man should forget the books. They weren't worth it. He didn't move, saying that she and his sister should leave. The two women did so, leaving Rafeesh alone with the young man. He said that Rafeesh would have to leave, he would not destroy these books. The man pulled out a blaster and was about to fire when Rafeesh Force pushed the man and used Force crush on the gun. The man hit the wall and groaned. He feebly tried to get back up, but he couldn't. Rafeesh took the books on the ground he impaled them with his lightsaber and threw them onto the ground before slashing them twice more. He looked as the young man grabbed the burning bits and yelled that Rafeesh would not get away with this. Rafeesh replied, "All things return to dust. Some more speedily than others."

With that he left, and saw the two women run back in. They thought the Sith had killed their relative, but they found him alive and rejoiced.

 

[Lord Gaius]

The troopers hit the dirt as a man shouted "Contact!" They slammed down into the gulley, the high grass hiding their location. Explosions tore through the air, sending high pillars of soil into the air. Only for it to come hailing back down upon them. Hasjo swept his gaze across, one of the explosives were about to land on them. He raised his hand and flicked his fingers, the bomb barreling away from them. Crashing into the fields. Hasjo looked over his men, confirming they were alright. "Frankie got hit" a soldier could be heard calling. Silence filled the air as medics tended the wounded. Hasjo brought his armoured wrist to his mouth, opening a comm link to May "Commander, prep the ships for a landing vector. They know we're here. I'll send you the coordinates when recon has got the grid. Organise November Company for hot insurgence." The Nautolan rested himself against the earth, where a riverbed had once rested in times past. The Jedi didn't appear like the ordinary Jedi. The General was garbed in Phase II armour, jungle camouflaged. A helmet sat under his arm, specialised for his head-tresses. He flipped the helm and slid it over his head. The clasps clicking into place. His webbed, clawed hand curled around the Lightsaber Pike at his hip.

A scout crackled over the radio, cutting through the deafening silence of those in the gully. "Grid kilo-two-three is hot. Recommend mission abort." First Lieutenant Astron glanced to the Jedi Knight, "Your call, General."
"Dig in. Thin the lines. We're staying put until November can relieve us."
"Right you're sir" Astron responded, taking a long blaster rifle from a sleeve "You'll need 'er"
Hasjo took the rifle and shouldered it, nothing now distinguishing him from the other troopers. But that of a long, metallic hilt clasped to his belt. He glanced over the gully and the long grass that concealed their numbers. He could see the approaching LAAT/i's. Soldiers piling out. Hasjo raised a hand, signalling a hold fire. They kept their heads low as laser turrets tore through the fields in massive diagonal swaths. Hasjo glanced to Fireteam Zulu, clenching his finger and then signalling an index finger. They nodded in understanding. They got onto their knees, exposed as they stood out of the thick, tall grass. Unshouldering RPG's, they quickly loaded them and set off volleys of rocket-propelled fire towards the LAAT's. As soon as they were out, they stood and sprinted away from Juliets position. He was surprised they had spotted them in the gullies and fields of great grasslands. They had kept themselves well concealed. They must have had sensors.

Hasjo nodded to First Lieutenant Astron. The officer whispered into the companies comms "Open fire, give 'em hell." They remained prone on the ground, reducing themselves as targets as much as possible. Blaster fire shredded through the air, eviscerating all that stood in it's path. Hasjo glanced down the iron sights of his long rifle, taking several shots at the enemy. Blaster fire was quickly returned as the massive field became a war zone. "I need a medic over here!" an unnamed corporal called. "Grenade out" a grenadier informed them in warning to keep their heads down. The Sixth Battalion weren't green boys. They were veterans of the Galactic Republic, and trained in unconventional warfare. They knew strategy and tactics like they knew the back of their hands, and the trigger of their rifles. They were pinned down, but the grass, gulley and prone stature was giving them a significant upper hand in their defence. Fireteam Zulu considered their zigzagging, firing off potshot RPG's at the LAAT's. Zulu was losing troopers, and fast. There was nothing Hasjo could do, or perhaps there was. He tossed aside his rifle, rolling onto his back. He unclipped his double-bladed Lightsaber Pike and ignited it with a hiss of cerulean plasma. He then launched it, high into the air at one of the various LAAT's, using the force to guide it. Attempting to cleave through the ships cockpit. He clenched his hand, returning the Lightsaber Pike back to his grasp. It shot through the air, back into his hand.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

To The Streets

I will see to it that this species is exterminated...

And so it shall be, Emperor.

An Imperial gunship sailed through the air of Cadomai Prime with belching cannons aimed downward at city defenses. Pathollex stood inside the darkened ship with a singular red light illuminating the blackened durasteel skull that was his helmet. His HUD flickered to life with a brief wave of red static as all systems came online, linking his heart rate as well as his body's health status. Several other troopers lined up behind the Jedi Hunter with rifles cradled in their forearm and opposite hands gingerly wrapped around the barrels. The cybernetic eyes behind the blackened helm flared to life with a red glow of ferocity as the ship rattled and shook with the artillery that exploded nearby.

"Sir, ETA 5 minutes." The pilot peered over his shoulder to address the Darth whom was a couple feet away.

"I want you to land us low, in the streets, but not in direct line of fire. I have a plan..."

"Roger, Sir."

Soon enough the Darth and the rest of his squadron made contact with the city as blaster cannons boomed and the repetitive screeching of heavy fire roared throughout the streets with the life of war. The standard squad rappelled down the gunship with weapons at the ready, firing a plethora of rounds at covered enemy forces. Unlucky for them, the aerial view from above in the gunship gave away their pathetic position.

"Blast them away. I want no survivors here."

The Stormtroopers all nodded in unison with their order and advanced onward passed the Jedi Hunter so he may do what he does best.

Slaughter...

Pathollex pulled free from the right side of his hip a curved-hilt lightsaber, crimson extending from the Sith's weapon with an almost amused sounding hiss as he paced himself further into the city with a dead set gaze.

"Shhhh! He'll hear us!"

"I'm not going to sit here and die, if you want to show them we're not afraid then follow me!"

Now usually it's a typical, all-around bad strategy to rush a Sith; even more so a Jedi Hunter. The darkly clad monstrosity snapped his head quickly, his red HUD locking onto the vitals of the nearby wannabe assailants as he burst into a Force Speed enhanced sprint, catching up to them and cutting them off rather quickly. He walked toward the two Snaggletooth with his lightsaber extending out to the right, the razor-sharp finger tips and feet glimmered eerily with a red hue as he drew ever-closer.

One round expended from the blaster pistol of the Snivvian, swatted away like an insect with no chance. The dark figure drew nearer, closer even still. A low but audible hum from the lightsaber began to grow louder.

Round number two, reflected back at the rebel's knee causing him to collapse in agony. The hum now became a sadistic whisper as the Jedi Hunter outstretched his left hand to use the Force to slowly crush the chest cavity of the victim, letting him scream for mercy as his partner sat huddled and scared on the ground. Stormtroopers from earlier managed to catch up, blasters aimed with deadly intent.

"No... I want her to watch."

The men nodded slowly, rushing back to their prior positions as they controlled one street and defended it rather well. Nothing but the finest of the Empire.

Pathollex then let out a breathy yet harsh chuckle as returned his focus to the anguished Snivvian, continuing his torturous practice with great joy, eventually crushing his torso from the inside-out. The ugly Snaggletooth scum let out one last whimper before falling limp, eyes rolling into the back of its head. The Hunter continued as he walked toward the younger woman, grabbing the garbs of the fresh corpse and dragging it along before stopping right in front of her.

"Do not fret... I only wish to have some entertainment as well! Would you care to see my appreciation for art?"

The sadistic warrior deactivated his lightsaber for a moment and grinned wide behind his helmet, snatching the shocked innocence that was the horrified woman with his right hand. He lifted them both and began digging his fingers into their flesh, the woman cried out with an intense pain as blood began to trickle down the arms of the grotesque thing that called itself a human. Either of his arms began to bulge tightly as the cybernetic controlling his muscle tissue activated, and with a quick wave of silent laughter, The Hunter cast both of them into a wall with enough force to create a rather intricate and abstract piece of "fine" art.

Their bodies clung to the structure like a mess of wasted fruit, peeling off and dropping to the ground with a satisfying wet slap. Their blood mingled together now, a close bond of lovers or possibly brother and sister.

The Hunter cared not either way, moving on to the primary objective.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]


Death itself entered the deafening haze of battle. He wore dark Sith armor that still bore the stains of dozens of battle, a twisted concoction of bone and metal dangled from his hip and pulsed with pure evil that tainted the very soul of its wielder. The dark pit of corruption, that barely passed for a man anymore, crossed the battle scarred plains as blaster fire zipped past him in a rush to kill his men. The men of the 501st continued their plight, taking cover behind mounds of dirt as they returned fire on the lightside filth that was corrupting their newly conquered world. Through the fires of battle, the dark figure did not pause, nor did he hesitate. He marched forward towards the enemy lines, his taking on the impacts of blaster fire to his shoulders and torso and allowing the Sith Armor to displace it with what little force charge it possessed.


"You are but rodents fighting against gods" a demonic voice bellowed into the minds of the enemy, one that would continue to taunt those who couldn't block it out with the force, "your leaders have brought you to your deaths, no mortal can stand against the might of the Darkside. Your heads will be bared on pikes for the galaxy to see, your children found and slaughtered...there is no escape!" the message echoed through the force and to the army that Vulcanus marched toward, drawing his Sith Sword to begin deflecting blaster shots with his Soresu.


Around the Dark Lord, Stormtroopers fell to the barrage of gunfire that was littering the battlefield. Some went prone to reduce their target size, others simply knelled but on such flat ground such things mattered very little. Soon enough, the Dark Lord had begun to storm through the lines of the enemy who tried to get up and retreat to a safe firing position. Their attempts were short lived, as the former Emperor shot a ball of concentrated force flames into their backs as they ran. Fear, pain, hatred all of these things littered the force at the moment and Vulcanus feed off of them like a leach on blood.


As the Dark Lord began his rampage, RPGs hissed and snapped through the air. Some missed, but a vast majority hit their marks and sent gunships swirling down to their deaths. Nearby, a Hades-Class gunship impacted with the surface and exploded into a million tiny fragments that littered the field of battle. The great fireball that was caused by the impact shot into the sky, creating a second sun in the morning sky for all but a few moments. Vulcanus didn't react though, no, he was on a mission to slaughter all that he could.


"Grenade out"


Vulcanus heard the shout just a moment before seeing the silver ball coursing through the air from a nearby position. There was no time for a beast of Vulcanus's size and bulk to move, he was going to be caught in the fireball. The tiny device bounced across the dirt for but a moment and Vulcanus quickly focused his mind on the explosion that was to be.


BOOM


The grenade burst into a cloud of shrapnel and searing that flames that Vulcanus focused on in the force. The metallic shrapnel shot across his armored form, tiny metal blades sticking into the metal frame and cutting into his tough hide underneath. Through a roar of pain, Vulcanus commanded the darkside to enclose the energy and fire that had been thrown at him by the grenade. The plum of death soon shrank into but a small puff as the fire seemed to be absorbed through Vulcanus's left hand, a dark pulse of energy being visible as he directed the energy through his body. Then, throwing his right arm towards the man who had thrown the grenade, the Dark Lord released the energy again with his own pyrokinetic power. The energy paced the same punch as the grenade, but in the from of a highly concentrated wall of destruction, a wall of energy created by Force Destruction....

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

"Ah, there you are boy." The Zabraks voice shouted over the noise of explosions, over the noise of warfare. Around him the Iridonian troops rushed in, not a single one waiting for orders. They knew what to do. Even as some were gunned down they went in, Non force users and Force users alike bringing weapons of all kinds to view. Darth Ferus was at the head of the charge, his purple burning blade tearing down any unfortunate soul that got to close to him.

He had one goal at this point, get to the Nautolan. His men beside him would assist, clearing a path right for Hasjo and the Zabrak took advantage of it. He wouldn't so much as glance to his Master as he felt the mans attack, his gaze was focused on one thing. The Silver Jedi. Through the Force he would reach out to grip the mans throat, to lift him from the ground with his one hand before his other sent the burning blade of Deus right for his form, all the while his troops covering his actions.

No more words would come from the man. No, this was a fight. Words do not belong in them.

 

[Djonas Vile]

The sight of a fiery, scorching meteor coming towards the surface of a planet, especially when it's trajectory was clearly showing it was headed for a heavily civilian populated area, was a terrifying sight. What made it worse was it was no meteor. It was a shuttle carrying one who's intentions were more than heinous. The speed of the crashing shuttle was unimaginable. The survival of the passenger was impossible. But the dark forces he controlled would protect him.

In a matter of seconds, the shuttle reached it's destination, causing a deafening explosion and sending dirt and wind in all directions as the crater formed. Flames and carcasses littered the crater. The shuttle lied there, silent and dismantled. From the wreckage, a dark figure, wrapped inn ebony cloaks and face concealed by a golden mask fashioned to resemble a skull. Small flames on his cloak were doused with hard pats of his hand. The sounds of battle caused the figure to look towards the source of the sounds. "I've landed. Keep the ship out of sight." his voice was dark and raspy as he spoke into his communicator to the pilot of his ship.

After inspecting the immediate area for any who might impede his mission, the masked man walked towards the battle. His golden and scarlet eyes were filled with greed and lust. His intentions were unknown to any but him. He would ensure his presence would be known.

[member="Darth Vulcanus"] |[member="Darth Pathollex"] | [member="Hasjo Hallu"] | [member="Rafeesh"] |[member="Sokrai Ronaro"] | [member="Zes"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Jek'ai Cyin"] | [member="Darth Ayra"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] |[member="Commander Rykal"] | [member="Revara Serebis"] | [member="Jiana Korr"] | [member="Ishmael Verd"]​

 

[Dex Drakkel]

The other Privates were assembled in chairs inside the trooper transport, the head commander which was a few ranks ahead of them all sat at the head of the group, the commander didn't seemed very interested at the moment, he had been on his comn talking to Sith and other commander's, the Privates weren't important until they actual have to fight, and even then the Privates were used only as Blaster fodder, but Dex didn't think of this to much he simply prepared his gun and waited for orders.

Suddenly after much hushed discussion on the comn the commander called the group to attention, they all stood up in unison and said "To victory, Sir" in unison, the commander began an inspirational speech to rally his troops "Today soldiers we fight, for the better and worse, for one cause, for the New Order, and for the great emperor" the group shouted in unison "it shall be done, Sir" then the commander shouted "Roll out, Privates" as the drop doors dropped with a very loud thud, and the privates swarmed out into the streets awaiting the further instruction of there commander, it looked as though they had landed in the town square and it looked as though there were buildings to be searched, the small squadron that Dex was temporarily assigned to were told to go explore the buildings so they did.

They find a group of the natives and it only takes the pull of a trigger and a loud bang for the kids to become murderers, they then piled the books up and handed out torches among each other, they all ignited the books at the same time, causing the paper to go up in flames causing a bonfire effect, he slowly muttered "one down, one hell of a lot to go" under his breath.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Hasjo Hallu"] |

Darth Ayra came to a stop on the balcony overlooking the hangar bay and surveyed the series of Stormtroopers, vehicles and jets that were either moving or parked before her. It took her two minutes to find the distinctive colour of her personal craft. Coloured in pitch black, it was a stark contrast to the grey and white colours of the Stormtroopers armor and the hulls of the various vehicles and jets that surrounded it. Turning towards the right, she began to descend along the ramp and down into the space below.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

The cloaked figured watched as the so called 'New Order' swept across the planet, like a virus running through the veins of an old man. First it would here then all of Corporate Sector would lie open for the [member="Darth Vulcanus"]'s expansion. Cadomai, was a planet famous for art, not soldiers and war. The tidal wave of Sith forces would not be stopped. Several black clad armored soldiers with blaster rifles came out and around the cloaked figure, staring out over the balcony to watch the New Order Military quickly assume control of the planet. "My lord Kentarch should we intercede on the local's behalf?" One mercenary asked.

There was pause, as if the Sith Lord was deliberating deeply on the choice, or too busy observing the ensuing battle unfolding before him. Then the Sith turned to face the mercenary. "The planet will fall." Kentarch said. "We can't stop it." his voice calm and ominous as ever. He knew the stakes, and knew the order would not stop here. Yet he did no have a fleet or an army of intergalactic proportions, and yet at the same time Kentarch knew his home sector and planet would fall soon after Cadomai Prime. "Our primary goal is to ensure the safety of Ession. And ensure the Corporate Sector remains neutral." Kentarch stated flatly. His gaze shifted back to the city and continue to watch events at hand. After the New Order took this planet, they would have a solid foothold on the Hydian Way. From here their forces could launch offensives as far out as Telos, and even reach the Parlemian Trade Route. If the current rate of expansion kept up, the whole Tingel Arm would be under Vulcanus's control.

The without warning Darth Kentarch turned away walking back into the building and boding his men to join him. "Come." He said simply. "We have work do."

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Hasjo Hallu"] |

Lifting her hand to the key pad, which was found on the left hand side of where the doors and ramp were, Darth Ayra entered a code into the panel and then took a step backwards. She listened, as the hydraulics activated and began to whir, observing the doors sliding left and right, into the walls; and the ramp beginning to lower to the ground. Ayra took a step onto the ramp and began to ascend into the shuttle before it touched down onto the hangar bay floor. By the time she was inside the ship, the ramp would of just touched down onto the surface.

Opening a locker to the side, which was situated above a bench, Ayra slid her WESTAR M5 blaster rifle inside of it and made sure it was secure. Then she took off her Sith robe and hung it onto a peg inside the locker. Closing the door, she turned the latch so it would remain closed and then turned to the left, walking up two steps into the cockpit.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

The white fist of Stromtroopers crashed through door after door of various apartments, shops, offices. The maw of the Empire had come to devour and ravage Cadomai Prime with a relentless appetite for the flesh of the Snivvian people; scared, helpless, and utterly out of luck. Those who stand against the might of the Dark Side will surely fall on their knees and submit to the path where those strong enough to tread will lead the way to an era of conquest and true power. None shall stand against it, not even the ones who cling to the bold decisions of justice. There is no saving the already fallen, and what's more, those doomed to a life of hardship. Even now, the Jedi Hunter charged through the streets with a brutality unmatched by any weakling daring enough to step in front of the barrage of crimson and darkly clad death. His lightsaber striking true and recklessly with every blow.

The Dark Side of the Force was flowing strong now, almost alive and manipulating the very ground beneath Pathollex as he rammed his shoulder into a citizen, essentially breaking their spine and neck with the amount of kinetic energy carried by the charge. Their body sprawled to the ground with twisted limbs and a crooked jaw, blood beginning to pool beneath the Snaggletooth's head just as the Jedi Hunter began to walk passed him, gurgling weakly with one last effort to stay alive for the family that watched just above in a window.

Pathollex tilted his head slightly to the left as if to understand what kept the broken fool breathing. He looked into the Snivvian's eyes with virtually no expression to be seen beneath the skull that portrayed the duty of the Jedi Hunter, catching the notion that he was actually looking at something of importance...

The Hunter snapped his head around and caught a brief glimpse of someone moving away from a curtain. He smiled, turning back to the man who appeared to be armed with nothing more than a basic issue blaster pistol which lay next to his broken and bleeding right arm. Twitching with pain and the desire to get up and fight for the ones that needed it most. Pathollex knelled down next to the battered Snivvian husband and spoke softly in a horrid, distorted voice.

"You can't help them, you know that? I'll break you and your family."

No survivors...

Pathollex then stood tall and picked up his right foot, dropping it like a boulder on the very chest of the Cadomai native, feeling the satisfying tingle of the Dark Side as bones were crushed beneath his very heel. Worthless insect. Stormtroopers were already up ahead dealing with the other buildings, so the man-slayer decided it be at least polite to pay a visit to the family he was about to destroy. Mercy wasn't at all a consideration. Who was he to grant such a blessing when it was not in his jurisdiction? He was there to take lives, not play them with them. Pathollex Force Jumped his way to a ledge and sprang through the window, littering the room with shards of assured demise. The woman and child inside let out a wail of terror as they both ran to a room adjacent to what appeared to be a study- rather, a gallery for art.

Cruddy, worthless art.

Following close behind, Pathollex reached out with the Force and sent the mother flying into a wall where she would only meet physical punishment of a significant degree. The child however, was not so lucky. The blast had caught the youngling and spared them the blunt force of the wall, but instead sent them skidding into a pile of glass shards. No squirming, no crying, just dead.

There was to be a suffering well of souls, no mourning to be had while the one called Hunter was around. Crimson fury decapitated the sniveling mother, and the darkly clad warrior exited back out through the window. The air grew quiet and stale after such a horrific act, leaving only the ambiance of the battle outside.

Darth Vulcanus | Hasjo Hallu | Rafeesh | Sokrai Ronaro | Zes | Darth Vornskr
Jek'ai Cyin | Darth Ayra | Darth Ferus |Commander Rykal | Revara Serebis | Jiana Korr | Ishmael Verd​

 

[Lord Gaius]

| Theme |​

The soldiers began to retreat. Sheer numbers overwhelmed their small ranks, forcing those that dare not stand and die, to flee. He wore his Phase II armour and stood out like any other soldier of the Sixth Battalion, but [member="Darth Ferus"] knew otherwise. When he had ignited his blade and took down the gunship, a power overcame his senses. Deadly and all consuming. He gasped for air, armoured hands clutching at his own throat. His feet gently rose off the ground as he struggled, writhing at his grasp. His vital signs shot through the roof, Commander May crackled over the comms, shouting at him. Asking what was wrong but no words could leave his mouth. He struggled for every bit of air. First Lieutenant Lee came rushing over, grappling the Nautolan in an attempt to pull him down. A blade came barrelling through the air, impaling the soldier. Hasjo hadn't even noticed, his vision was blackening from the lack of oxygen.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus had continued forward, coming into view, standing out among his soldiers of black. Further he gripped, intending on ending the Knights life then and there, crushing his throat. But he was interrupted. One of the silver Jedi's soldiers shot right for him, seeming to know, to understand that [member="Hasjo Hallu"] 's predicament was the Darth's fault. The grip on the knight faded instantly, and the blade of Deus ripped free of the poor sod who had initially caught the blade.

Within a moment the soldier firing at Ferus would find his shots blocked, deflected by the songsteel plate armor, and Deus spinning through his form. He crumpled down in pieces as the blade made it's way back to it's master, he looking back over to the Nautolan.

 

[Sheff Zee]

His shuttle landed upon the outskirts of the city and he exited without being in too much of a rush. He knew the dominion to take this planet for the New Order was nowhere near being completed, all he needed to do was find someone important to the government, and kill them if it hadn't been done yet. Or, he could just kill people needlessly.

That was always fun.

Tightening the straps of the falcata's sheathe around his chest, he let his black jacket hang loose upon his body as he walkedo ff to get the day's dirty work started.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Hasjo Hallu"] |

Ayra performed a pre flight check of her shuttle. She checked it's impulse engines, hyperdrive system, life support, navigational computer and it's cargo, which consisted of enough grenades, WESTAR M5 blaster rifles, disruptor pistols and ammunition to support a small army. When she was finished, she contacted [member="Darth Vulcanus"]'s crew and got confirmation for launch three minutes later. She engaged the engines of her ship and took off, out of the hangar bay and down towards the planet surface below.

 

[Sheff Zee]

He walked through the streets going wherever he wished. His falcata was within his hand at this point, and whoever he came in contact with was struck down with pure malice. Anyone who he met, killed, either by his falcata or through his sheer power within the Force. When it came to melee, he was graceful, elegant even. Even as far as majestic. When it came to the Force, it was a wild and untamed beast.

Entering a hospital there were two guards at the door, and in a blur of blackness they were both downed. One from Aeon's falcata, the other from friendly fire. It was gratifying to see the look upon the man's face as he realized he had been too slow to redirect his shot, and instead killing his comrade.

Probably a close friend. Enjoy seeing him again. He remembered thinking as he kicked the man's corpse off of his falcata and let the blood drip. Of course the nurses or secretaries, whatever they were, were already trying to get the planet's security forces to his location. Perhaps they'd make it, but he didn't stop to think of that as he started his rampage.

[member="Darth Ayra"] - [member="Darth Vulcanus"] - [member="Darth Pathollex"] - [member="Darth Kentarch"] - [member="Dex Drakkel"] - [member="Rafeesh"] - [member="Lord Eclipsion"] - [member="Djonas Vile"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Hasjo Hallu"] |

Space could be a beautiful thing, in it's infinite darkness. Darth Ayra couldn't help but recline in her seat, to admire the spectacle. Control had been passed to the auto pilot, as it always was when her shuttle began it's descent into the atmosphere below. Turning her gaze away from the void, Ayra's attention was on the orange hues that were building up on the transparisteel screen, which dimmed in the light to protect her retinas from it. The ship buckled, and if she hadn't secured herself via the seat belts found on her seat, then she was sure she would of fallen off.

Minutes later, the orange hues disappeared and the shuttle broke out of the stratosphere into the skies. It was then that she felt a disturbance in the Force. "There is a Jedi down there," she whispered. "My stick." Taking the control stick in her hands, she took the ship out of auto pilot and followed her senses to the Jedi Knight below.

 

[Sheff Zee]

He was moving upwards in floors, his falcata tearing through civilians and the attendants in the wards. He gave none of them any mercy as he pulled them towards him through the Force and then dashed behind them and plunge his lightsaber through their back.

He was a 'nexus of hate' so to speak, and he threw his hand forwards and released a force push down the hallway. He would kill them all.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| @Hasjo Hallo |

Her hands worked across the dashboard, the instruments scanning the surface for the elusive Jedi Knight she was searching. She leaned backwards in her seat, her sulfuric, yellow eyes disappearing behind her eyelids as she focused on the Force. "Where are you..." Ayra asked, as she began to shift her way through the various beings she felt for the certain one she knew to be a Jedi, based on their power and affinity to the Force.