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

[Lord Gaius]

The grip was released and he gasped for air. The Nautolan tore the Phase II helmet from his head, throwing it aside. The succulent taste of fresh oxygen filled his lungs. His chest rising and lowering rapidly. He reached out his hand, the Lightsaber Pike drawing towards him through the manipulation of the Force. The hilt slammed into the palm of his hand. He clipped the weapon to his belt, of where three weapons not hung. His armoured hand curled around a fifty centimetre long metallic baton. He held it with two hands on either side of the weapon. Each hand twisted an opposing way, and then pulled. The baton broke away into two halves, a ten centimetre rod popped out from the middle. Power couplings burst to life, holding the three pieces together. The baton had tripled in length to one-hundred and fifty centimetres. It was an extremely rare weapon, and greatly difficult to master. It was a weapon few knew of, among both Jedi and Sith alike, for this reason alone, it made it harder to train in, and harder to defend against. The Nautolan recognised he was outnumbered and chose the weapon that would aid him the most. The San-Ni Staff snapped to the ready in his grasp, each hand holding opposite ends of the long baton electrified baton. The power couplings were capable of shearing off limbs, and even close calls would leave vicious burns. Yet Hasjo seemed exempt to this by the utilisation of heat sinks along the hilt. "Your move" Hasjo informed Darth Ferus, knowing many other Sith would soon be upon the lone Jedi Knight.



@[member="Darth Ferus"] | @[member="Darth Ayra"] | @[member="Darth Vulcanus"] | @[member="Lady Eclipsion"] | @[member="Djonas Vile"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak pulled Deus around, pointing it directly at the Nautolan. He payed little heed to the electrostaff. To him it looked like a saber staff, no different then the two ended blades. Don't touch the ends. Though it was interesting to watch [member="Hasjo Hallu"] pull his mask free. It caused a glimmer in the eyes of the Zabrak as he watched his opponent, tilting his head. "Why did you remove your helmet boy?" He made no move to attack, rather curious on the reason he did.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Faint blaster shots and explosions echoed far enough for Djonas to hear. He kept up a decent pace in order to complete his objective and leave the soon to be wasteland known as Forela. Debris littered the pathway, causing Djonas to have to climb and slide more than run. "I hope they finish this soon. Should not take this long to ruin a planet. I completely decimated the Kaleesh with ease and they were warriors of sorts. Whatever it is Krag is doing here, he's lost his touch." Djonas managed to find a dead trooper and commandeered his communicator.

"Vulcanus, I know you hear me." Djonas made sure to remove his mask before his speaking so his voice wasn't distorted. "Your prodigy has returned to you. I've come to speak with you. Relay me your position." Djonas stated before putting his mask back on and walking closer to the sounds of battle ahead.

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

Throwing himself forwards he grabbed onto one of the security guards and forced him into what would approximate as a vending machine. He held the man in there and repeatedly punched him in the face while he received a crack across the back from another security guard. He didn't stop punching the first one though, the rage that was over him forced him to continue beating the man senseless.

And then before the second one could get in a second hit upon his head, he spun around and delivered a force enhanced kick to the chest, the sound of ribs cracking as he did so was heard. To further harm the duo security guards, he pulled the man out of the machine, and then threw him into the second one in the wall.

They both broke through the thin wall and out to the other side. Both of them unconscious and severely injured.

 

[Lord Gaius]

"Why did you remove your helmet boy?" [member="Darth Ferus"] made no move to attack.
The Nautolan was perplexed. Fresh skin radiated in the sunlight. It was slick and smooth. Several headtresses were missing, but he could smell the pheromones that reeked from the Zabrak. He was curious. Hasjo knew not why. His immense eyes could be fully utilised without the helmet, and oxygen would come easier. Not to mention he could accurately discern the emotions of his enemy. He began to pace in the grass, his troopers were trying to hold their ground against the enemy but they were vastly outnumbered, and outgunned. They used every technique they knew during their training in unconventional warfare. Hasjo zipped his staff to-and-fro to deflect the potshots made at him by the enemy. Waiting on Ferus.



((This thread was started prior to him being injured at Coruscant, thus he isn't crippled in this timeline. He was also wearing Phase II armour.))

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Djonas Vile"]


As the Dark Lord continued to lay waste to the Silver Jedi troops that had littered the battlefield like rodents, a communication suddenly bust through the static of the Graug Warlord's earpiece. It was a voice, one almost entirely forgotten in the buried past of the Sith Empire and its former Graug Emperor. The voice was that of Vulcanus's first apprentice, Djonas Vile, one of the very few Sith that Vulcanus had encountered who could harness the power of pyrokinesis as he had. The boy had impressed the warlord during their many battles together, but that was all squandered when the boy decided to forsake the Sith and become a weakling like the Templars and Jedi.


"Ha! A ghost speaks to me. You should have stayed in whatever hole you crawled in after you turned your back on the Empire." the beast growled in more amusement than anger as he set his position to relay to Djonas, "have you returned to prove your worth, lesser?"

 

[Sheff Zee]

Then there was blaster fire upon his location, it was his queue to leave. He ran towards the closest window, he didn't plan on shattering it with just his form. Just before he could get to it, he spun in the room, just as the crimson bolts from the blaster rifles sped past him and into the viewport, shattering it just as he leapt out.

It almost seemed that he himself had broken it from how close the timing had been, and then he fell towards his speeder below.

He knew it was going to hurt.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Smoke loomed over the streets of Cadomai Prime as the one Sith Predator marched ahead of the Stormtrooper forces that followed behind with weapons rested into their forearms. The echoing footfalls of the Imperial military shaking the very foundation of the weak, almost defenseless city. Pathollex raised his right gauntlet skyward, a sign of victory brought upon by sheer willpower and the passion to show those who do not recognize the Sith as a greatness. The Stormtroopers followed the same motion, letting out a bellowing chant to assert their place as the elite of the Empire.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jH6wXaLQIMQ

Remaining citizens would flee in terror as even more of their laughable resistance tried to oppose the might of the firepower that obviously was not on their side; not even paying any heed, Pathollex kept his eyes straight forward, the men following behind simply releasing a wall of bolts to dispatch those trying to delay what was only inevitable. Already stationed troopers had set up flags bearing the proud insignia of the Empire, colors of crimson and black waved valiantly with the breeze tainted by the souls of lost innocence. There was little for the Snivvian people to do but submit to their oppressors and accept slavery as their new ambition in life. No one could save them, and they would do well to learn to respect a man unafraid to rip apart more families and homes just to get a point across.

As they reached the Grand Hall, Pathollex pointed to the right and then the left of adjacent streets as he himself ascended the steps and into the main entrance of the pristine and awfully decorated building- at least it wasn't in his tastes. A painting hugged tightly against a nearby wall, he stopped and inspected it for a moment before walking up to it and then placing a hand upon the frame. What these Snaggletooth fools didn't have was beauty, and in the eyes of this beholder was nothing but distaste and rejection. The Hunter ripped it downwards in a violent manner, effectively busting the frame and even ripping into the actual painting itself.

Shaking his head, he spoke softly to himself before turning and exiting the grand hall, realizing there really wasn't much there to care about. He raised his hand to the Stormtroopers waiting just outside, flicking his wrist as a sign to raid and burn the building.

"Pathetic race... wonder how they've survived so long."

[member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh walked across the landscape, making sure that those few people who walked the streets had no literature or artwork. He found that there were few people who would even look at him, most tried to avoid his gaze or moved out of the path. Soon he found that he was the only one walking the streets, apparently most had let friends know that he was coming. He noticed an elder walking boldly down the middle of the street, in his hands were a number of manuscripts. Rafeesh moved in front of the man and ordered him to let him see the writings. The man was reluctant and only handed them over for a moment before demanding them back. They were historical novels filled with body Sith victories and defeats.

Rafeesh told the man to hand over the manuscripts, because they were illegal. The man replied that he was a free citizen and was not required to do so. Rafeesh was actually impressed at the man's gall. But he grabbed the man by the arm and lifted him quickly and easily off the ground saying that he must give him the novels. The man struggled for a moment before dropping the books. Rafeesh put the man back on the ground telling the man that he was most sorry that it was necessary. The man looked scornfully at Rafeesh before walking on. Rafeesh stabbed the books with his lightsaber before throwing the pages all over the street. He continued moving down the street.

 

[Sheff Zee]

He felt the wind taken out of him as he landed upon the speeder, the glass in the windows broke, the roof to the speeder sunk in as the mock Force armour had been wrapped around himself, and he practically destroyed the roof of the speeder.

He wasn't entirely sure how he survived, but he did and he was grateful to the Force. Standing up, he looked around and waited for the next speeder to past by overhead...

 

[Djonas Vile]

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

Djonas chuckled to himself. "You still speak of me as that child you sicced your children on long ago." he replied, continuing to walk towards the battle ahead. "I've come simply for myself, not for you. Think of this as my 'return to duty'. I shall not be joining your new order until I'm truly immersed in the dark side. Must clean myself of the light filth I once bathed in. Until then, I shall lend you my strength in moderation when necessary. Like today, in fact."

Djonas was able to locate Vulcanus as he was talking to him through the communicator. The smell of fire and lizard flesh wasn't hard to locate since Djonas was so accustomed to it. Djonas unleashed a blast of flame towards the opposing troops, incinerating them indefinitely. The sith then unveiled his lightsaber hilt from beneath his cloak only to ignite it's golden-yellow blades and jump into the fray, cutting through troops like butter.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

((Whoops. Mah bad))

Ferus continued to watch the Nautolan. For a moment, he didn't move, his unblinking icy blue gaze watching Hasjo. The purple flame around his blade would seem to flare up, burning into the night sky before it leached over the Darth's form, setting him alight in the plains. Yet he seemed uninjured, unphased. This was his flame after all. He walked lowly towards the Silver Jedi, holding the still burning blade of Deus off to the side. His free hand would come up, and the purple flame around his body would condense into his palm. Within a moment a blast of the fire would burst outwards, fast as any laser blast, flying right for the man.

Several more would burst out afterwards, leaving his form slightly flickering with the purple flame. The fire itself would reform, slowly replacing itself, but he would still continue forward, a grin on his face.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Her searches for the Jedi proved useless. None of the instruments that the Niathal possessed, had the capabilities to determine a specific Force-sensitive like that. However, Darth Ayra was basic in that way; and believed that it was worth a try. With the control stick of the transport in her hands, she began the descent down towards the planet surface.

 

[Sheff Zee]

His robes flapped wildly at his sides as he landed into the security forces speeder. They noticed him land of course, and when he pulled them to him threw the Force, he pushed them off of the speeder after they had become unbalanced. He leapt at the controls of the speeder before it could crash into anything, and he spun it back around.

 

[Djonas Vile]

It had been far too long since Djonas killed anyone fighting for the Jedi and damn did it feel good. He grinned through the entire battle as his lightsaber ripped through trooper flesh. "Come on!" Djonas yelled out to the troopers. "Show me what you can really do. Show me what those fething Jedi taught you." His taunts were loud as was the following chuckle of his. As another few squads of troops came at the New Order forces, Djonas conjured a flame in his left palm through the movement of the molecules in the air near his palm. from his hand came a pillar of flame directed towards the center mass of troops, setting their fleshy bodies aflame.

 

[Logan Harkins]

A squad of Imperial Commandos sat snuggly in the belly of a heavily armored APC, decked out in full battle rattle and ready to kill. The half chiss Lieutenant looked around at his comrades with examining eyes, watching over the group like a father. In a convoluted way these were his children. The men and women he was responsible for. They had quickly become a replacement for what he'd lost at the hands of Republic Artillery.

"Scattered reports of Pub forces on world, stay frosty ladies and gents, over." The com call came from the APC's driver as the vehicle neared it's destination. The sounds of blaster fire periodically bouncing off the armor echoed throughout the metal interior, the helmeted commandos remained silent.

A red light in the center of the aisle turned to yellow. The Commandos shifted slightly in the hard plastic seats. The pinging on the shell intensified.

The light went green and the back door slammed down with an amount of force that would've crushed a man if he had been in it's path. As bright sunlight flooded into the APC Logan's visor shifted to accommodate and the commandos exited into a firefight with extreme violence of action. They were armed with a combination of light machine guns and assualt Blasters, with the addition of a squadmate armed with a flamer for this particular assignment. They opened up on the locals with startling effectiveness, covering and pushing per their training into the buildings on both sides of the streets in two fire teams. The locals didn't stand a chance.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Djonas Vile"] [member="IC-3471 Logan Harkins"]


Vulcanus watched his ex-apprentice with interest, it was true that the young man had grown much in power since he had been his dark apprentice in the Sith Order. He was moving through the battlefield with ease, slaughtering the Jedi's soldiers with ease and without mercy, just as he would expect him to. "Your presence is not as much of a blight as I imagined it to be" the Dark Lord called out to him as he thrust his massive fist forward and sent a propulsion of black and purple flames toward a nearby squadron of soldiers.


The men screamed in terrible pain as the force flames tore through their armor and flesh, burning them alive inside their own protective suits of armor. There would be no escape for the weak this day, none at all.

 

[Maleus]

As he descended from his metallic vessel he could hear the screams, they were fueled by terror and rage.. His gaze narrowed as he attempted to find anything of moderate interest. From within a building a bolt of crimson rained out striking the pavement below his feet. Soon a volley of blasts peppered the broken pavement. "A repeater." He was forced into a full sprint toward the building where the epicenter of the fire was coming from.

The entrance buckled under the fire of a previous bout, he found himself vaulting over the collapsed stone and into the second floor. A flash of white phased by his peripherals, he'd spin on his heels whilst drawing his saber forth and igniting it. A clashing of energy caused a white light to illuminate the room of crimson and blue. As he parried the strike he'd direct his free hand towards the trooper sending him into the wall.

The man collapsed to his knees and Maleus would finish him off by decapitating him with his saber. It was strange, a geyser of blood spouted from his trachea, his body was then over-come with spams, and soon he died... With his cloak now sullied in the blood of the fallen he'd proceed upstairs where two of his troopers met up with him...

As they came across a narrow corridor all of them craned their heads west-ward as they heard intense weeping coming from one of the rooms. "Be on your guard."
They continued towards the disturbance. The men set their explosive charges on the doors hinges, and as soon as they primed the explosives they were detonated. Two distinct clicks later and the door was blown from it's frame. But what he saw shocked him... A woman lay nursing her child. A disruptor pistol lay within reach but she didn't reach for it... She knew her fate.

As one of his troopers raised their reticles on the mother and her baby to fire. Maleus would raise his hand. "Sir..?"
"Leave her.... "

 

[Djonas Vile]

Djonas looked back to his former master and gave him a sly grin. "It never is." he replied before continuing his flurry of attacks. Bright orange flames formed all around him, scorching the enemy to a crisp. "Let's see what your made of, eh?" Djonas called out to a trooper staring him down. Djonas deactivated his lightsaber and placed it firmly on a hook of his utility belt. "Come on.." he exclaimed, holding his fists up. He wanted the trooper to fight him. Like a man.

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Djonas Vile"]


Vulcanus grinned, bringing his fist down on his own opponent. Unlike the battle that Djonas was about to enter, Vulcanus's natural strength was enough to both end the first and kill the trooper with one furious hit. The man's helmet caved in, crushing the soldier's skull like a grapefruit and killing him instantly. Lifting his hand from the dead man's head, the Dark Lord looked around to see that the legions of stormtroopers were steadily pushing back the invaders and so Vulcanus did not continue. Instead, he crossed his arms and observed the battle Djonas had instigated.