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[Willam Forlon]

Objective:
Location:
* Denaba Orbit
* 9th Republic Assault Group
* Nagato - Recommissioned Bulwark Mk III Battlecruiser (III Corps command vessel)
Allies :The Galactic Republic, [member="Gray Raxis"]
Enemies: Terrorist forces and their coalition of evil.

"What did you just say?" asked Forlon of the man standing to his left. Forlon had been attempting to save the day he was having after problem after problem plagued his force. The world had been a difficult acquisition on the militaries end. The Sand had disabled the first regiment sent down. Thier vehicles and equipment now sat useless on the outer edge of the star port. The military headquarters had been set up five kilometers to the east of the port and it too had fought sand storms and the constant rash of thievery which plagued worlds when first the come under the influence of the Republic. The sudden inrush of food and supplies to such a poor world often caused riots to erupt over resources. The Republic was happy to give the desolate world as much as they needed but there were always those who wanted more then they deserved. It was they who caused the problems with security and disrupted the supply chain. When Forlon got the news about the sith forces on the world and the unbelievable attack he was infuriated. His mood had already been soured now he was enraged and for their crimes the Sith and their allies must pay.

"Sir, The port has fallen, forces are now fighting there but with the amount of casualties the Sith have incurred in the opening moments of the attack most of the planetary defense forces have withdrawn or flat out ran away. A few are holding out and attempting to fight but they are few and I fear they will not last long sir." said the captain of Nagato. Frolon looked the man up and down and turned to look out at the orange world below. The 9th Republic assault force had been sent to Denaba in preparation for a much more important mission. They were to have only sat here and were to wait on Admiral Holt and the battle group to escort them to their real target. Now it seemed that 3 Corps would have to deply to this backwater hole in space and fight. His plans were ruined, it angered him and someone was going to pay.

"Very well captain, inform the group we will be activating and deploying here. Operation Back Door is now officially untenable and canceled. Inform Colonel Connors he is needed on the bridge." said Forlon to the Nagatos captain. The old ship had been updated a bit but its corridors and system were much like they had been centuries ago. The electrical problem which plagued the class had been resolved and the ship was a true marvel of engineering. Its massive hull built to take on vessels much larger than itself and win. Even at over eight hundred years old the Bulwak Mk III were among the most powerful vessels available to the Republic. "Order all ships and personnel to action stations!" said Frolon as he punched in a set of commands bringing up a thre dimensional representation of the world below.

"The Kaga reports a malfunction with one of its launch systems sir." said a communications officer sitting at the console. He spoke to whom ever was on the cruiser then spoke again. "They will be delayed in launching any attack craft for fifteen minutes sir." said the officer. Forlon scowled and bit a curse before it escaped his lips. That was a full wing of six squadrons that would be slow to launch. He thought for a moment then answered the communications officer.

"Lieutenant have Kaga load out for superiority missions and have them launch a CAP as soon as they can. Until then We will load Akagi's wing out for ground support. Bombs and detonators lieutenant, let them know." said Forlon. The communications officer nodded then passed on the information to the other of the groups two Liberator Cruisers. The two battle carriers sat to the assault ships aft and were to act as interdiction while the assault ships made planet fall. They would also supply air cover when needed tot he whole group. Now the Akagi would handle all of the groups air cover operations and watch for any incoming attack craft. The squadrons of the Bulwarks would stay in reserve for now. Those fighters would be set into their reserve berths while the assault shuttles and drop ships began to ferry down the troops of III Corps.

The doors slid open at the rear of the CIC and Colonel Connors walked into the room. The man grinned at Willam and let out a low laugh. Forlon nodded to his assault commander and waited for the man to walk up next to him at the CIC's holographic table. Forlon pointed to a location on the hologram and it zoomed in. A flat area east of the Starport large enough to allow the three massive ships to land. "Colonel, thats where im setting you down, We need to load Fuso with as many civilians as we can get out of that warzone. I am told they are evaciating people from the port, I also hear there are not many left alive there. I want to to jack those fracks back to what ever cave they craweled out of then puor enough fire down those caves to cook up a feast for the vermain of this god forsaken dessert to live on for a century." said Willam and nodded to the captain. Connors looked over the location and studied it while Forlon gave the order to drop.

"Take us down captain, Slow please we need anyone down there to see us coming and get out of the way. Have the strikers escort us down."

9th Assault Group 10,010 meters

Spoiler

Nagato - Bulwark MK III-Battlecruisers 2,500 meters
Kongo -Bulwark MK III-Battlecruisers 2,500 meters
Fuso - Bulwark MK III-Battlecruisers 2,500 meters
Kaga - Liberator-class Cruiser 470 meters
Akagi - Liberator-class Cruiser 470 meters
Tone - Strike-class medium cruiser 450 meters
Mogami - Strike-class medium cruiser 450 meters
Momi - DP20 frigate 120 meters
Asashio -DP20 frigate 120 meters
Matsu - DP20 frigate 120 meters
Fubuki -DP20 frigate 120 meters
Akizuki - DP20 frigate 120 meters
Kagero - DP20 frigate 120 meters

 

[Salmakk]

Location: Rugen, Deneba
Objective: Dev
Allies: N/A
Enemies: None yet

"The start of another beautiful work day in the middle of nowhere," stated C-5PO plainly.

The mon calamari's bulbous eyes swept across the desert expanse, watching the sun's mass rise up the horizon, casting the red sandstone formations in wondrous warm tones. I can see how the desert's beauty draws hopeless romantics to leave on a world like this, secluded in their moisture farms and desert compounds. But I wonder if what we're doing is the right thing, in place like this...His eyes swept across the horizon, running past a mixed line of sensor beacons and Firewind-class automated emplacements that encircled the partially built hamlet of Rugen. A pair of Freedom-class Escort Frigates hovered over the mixture of mixture of prefabricated buildings and a new row of houses built by a trio of I-C2s that slowly rumbled across the landscape. Salmakk quickly fell in behind the protocol droid as it waddled across a freshly paved street.

"How did the night crews perform?" questioned the engineer.

The protocol droid's yellow photo-receptors briefly looked at the alien before turning back to the datapad, "I am afraid that there's not much to report. The droids continued working and are on schedule. You heard the news about Meru city?"

Salmakk shook his head, "I have not."

"Some terrorist group appears to have struck at multiple locations across the city."

"For sport?"

"I am not qualified to analyze organic's philosophy," replied the droid, "your kind can be terribly difficult to understand sometimes."

"But no trouble here?"

"There is no-one to make trouble here," muttered the droid as they passed a pair of directorate marines, "perhaps when we are finished building this place, and people actually live here instead of droids and marines, we will have problems."

"No," muttered Salmakk, "I think that we will have problems before that happens..."

"If you so say..."

Salmakk pulled out a cylindrical comlink and tapped a button on it, "Captain Togwen, you've heard the news about Meru City?"

"I have."

"It is best that your ships keep an eye out for any approaching trouble."

"We have enough firepower to put shoot down any ship that approaches us."

Arrogant...

"You never know," replied Salmakk, "I'll have Azira reroute some extra ships to help patrol the area. I have a feeling t hat we may be hosting people sooner than we expected...."

 

[Placeholder 04]

Location: Meru
Allies: [member="Thema Csapla"], [member="Vorian Adasca"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Cath Lorr"], [member="Faith Organa"], [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], the rest of Kaine's sycophants

(TLDR 501st is securing landing zones and evacing civvies to Cyril's Star Destroyer. 1st Company is defending spaceport. 2nd and 3rd companies are holding the hospital. 7th is headed toward Jedi enclave with ships to evac the kids. Two AT-ATs heading toward the ground for fire support.)

Vorian was so very young.

The Jedi Knight was still very much a boy in Cyril's eyes, innocent and unsullied. It pained the shadow to see the Arkanian enveloped in such grief. In truth, Cyril felt that anguish too, but he had long since learned to shut it out. He would help where he could and deal with the emotional trauma once the conflict was over.

"It should never be this way. The Sith have always been monsters," the master strode over to settle a steady hand upon Vorian's shoulder. He offered the boy a thin smile and met his gaze. "We can't grieve for them now, Vorian. The city is in chaos, and from what I've heard, the enclave is following down that path."

He sighed.

"We'll offer what support we can, but we're a bit tied up. The city is in chaos." He quipped into the comm in late reply to [member="Dune Rhur"]. "We're going to evac who we can and head your way. I'll send a company of my men to assist you. May the force be with you Master Rhur."

Cutting off the comm was painful, but necessary. Saving the Jedi within the enclave was a top priority, but the citizens sat above them on the list. Every Jedi had a duty to the citizens of the galaxy, and when faced with a choice between the life of a padawan and a hundred people, Cyril decision would always be the latter.

He drew his cowl back over his face and strode out of the starport. Outside, the full first company of the 501st stood at the ready. Many were veterans of the first great war with the late Sith Empire and the Republic. Some had misgivings about serving Cyril and were allowed to leave. The rest were utterly loyal. Whether their loyalty came from his victory of the kaggath, the death of a lord Arcis had preached hatred of, or the fact that Cyril was the blood child of a Grand Moff did not matter. What did matter was their skill in situations such as these, and their readiness to carry out whatever orders might have been given.

Cyril strode up to the captain of the first company. "Loken, give me a SITREP."

The Captain ran a hand over his hairless skull and nodded, "First company is securing the spaceport. The civilians in the area have been rounded up and quelled. Shuttles are being prepared. The security forces nearby have deferred to our command. Second and Third have boots on the ground. Seventh is en route to the Jedi Enclave."

Cyril took a moment to mull it over. "Excellent work captain. Any word on who might have done this?"

"Nothing yet sir. It's all white noise on the local comms. Chaos."

"Let's fix that then. Vorian and I will lead teams to round up the locals. Have Second and Third establish landing zones for the Lambdas near the population centers. We'll get the wounded aboard the Chimaera." He paused for a moment. "I'll have no mercy for these terrorists captain. Take survivors if you can for questioning, but we've no qualms over their death toll. Use the hostile xenos ROEs."

The captain cracked a wicked grin. "Aye sir, I'll patch it through." He turned toward the men nearby. "Secure the spaceport. I'll not hear of anyone surpassing the First Company!"

There was a shout of approval as the man began to fan out around the spaceport. Civilians nearby were tended to by 501st medical personnel and local doctors. The ships within the spaceport were filled to the brim with the wounded and hastily transported up into the space above Deneba where the Chimaera awaited, its stealth generators cycling to keep its presence in the system a relative secret.

The city was a relatively small settlement, and the second and third companies came down like a hammer near the parks and recreational centers. They served as the shock troopers of the 501st, and fanned out through the various alleys and crags, weapons raised to utterly annihilate any threat to the city's peace.

In truth, the force was not a large one. A single company was only one-hundred-twenty men, but the 501st were the elite. Some said they were the greatest soldiers in the galaxy. Cyril trusted them with the city's safety.

The seventh company would come down in strings of men toward the Jedi enclave. They were only permitted to use two of the sentinel dropships, and would continually land within the enclave's defensive perimeter to exfill soldiers, and if Dune used them to their full advantage, to ferry the children and padawans off world. The remaining eight sentinels of the Chimaera's contingent dropped the second and third company into the city, and returned to the Chimaera with the wounded, or those that wished to evacuate.

Finally came the two AT-AT's aboard the landing barges. One settled down on the outskirts of the city to provide heavy fire support. The second joined the Seventh company at the Jedi Enclave to assist with the defense and evacuation of the building.

The security forces and republic soldiers quickly found something to rely on in the 501st. Dependable and resolute, Cyril's warriors did not quake with fear at these terrorist attacks. If anything, the widespread panic rallied them. They would be on high alert for anything suspicious and moved from home to home offering assistance and shelter in defensive positions within one of the city's hospitals near a park used as a landing strip. The Second focused on gathering civilians while the Third hunkered down within and around the hospital, respectively. The AT-AT moved in as close as it dared to the city, ready to fire on any position marked by the Company Captains.

Some might have seen it as an overwhelming force, but Cyril had a deep understanding of what was going on. Terror tactics had been the start to the infamous coup, and the reports coming from all around the city and the enclave indicated something more akin to an invasion than a simple zealous group.

The 501st would both literally and metaphorically drop the hammer on anyone who dared to harm the citizens of Meru.

Cyril ignited his blade and gestured toward Vorian. "Loken can hold the starport. We'll head for the hospital and help them ferry whoever they can back to the Chimaera."

He keyed into the local security comm. A speech seemed melodramatic and ill-advised. He opted for something simpler.

"This is Jedi Master Cyril Grayson. The stormtroopers landing now are the 501st, and they are here to help. Any citizens who wish to take up arms against those who would try to instill fear into your people may rally with my men at the hospital or spaceport. Those who are wounded or wish to evacuate while we cleanse this city may do the same." He paused, "This is nothing but a desperate attempt to retain the Sith's hold on the inner-rim. They are terrified of our unity, and so they lash out killing those who could never lift a finger against them. It is vile, disgusting, and I expect no quarter to be given to these terrorists."

 

[Marrius Connors]

Objective:
Location:
* Denaba Orbit
* 9th Republic Assault Group
* Nagato - Recommissioned Bulwark Mk III Battlecruiser (III Corps command vessel)
Allies :The Galactic Republic, Gray Raxis
Enemies: Terrorist forces and their coalition of evil.


Colonel Marrius Connors looked over the map of the world and the location Supreme Commander Forlon had chosen. He might have opted for a location south of the city but then again he was not in command. The location was large enough and flat enough for the three massive ships to land. He was not worried about that. He was more curious as to what and now to proceed against the situation. If they had been made a force for the situation they would have dropped in with pods, now loaded for a full on major assault they were loaded heavy and much of the force would not be useful in the current situation. He would take the time it took the Bulwarks to make planet fall to come up with a strategy and then once down get the ball rolling.

"Captain, Can you shit out landing zone five hundred meters back towards the port?" Connor ask. The ships captain come over and looked at the map. He enlarged an area which zoomed in to show a makeshift camp on the edge of the population zone.

"Sir our planetary headquarters in here. If we shifted in they would be crushed by out repulsors. Moving them would take too long we will be landing in ten minutes." said the captain. Connors nodded then zoomed back out. They would land where Forlon had said. He guessed Willam had already known about the camp.

The next five minutes seemed to last forever as the massive battlecruisers dropped through the atmosphere of Denaba. They had set the atmosphere on fire as they sped through the upper layers. Now the massive ships were just a cloud of superheated water and air moving down towards the planet. The clouds broke and the three massive ships moved out into sight of the forces below. beside them the much faster gunships zoomed down to scout the area and deal with any fire coming up from the surface. Not that anything there could hurt the massive ships. Their shielding and hull powerful enough to survive a supernova if needed. The hulls of the massive ships now completely clear of the superheated clouds slowed as the neared the planets surface. The ship began to shake violently as the repulsors fought against the mass and momentum of the huge vessels and the gravity of the world below. A loud whining noise filled the corridors of the ship as the repulsors brought the ship down, then a sound rang through the ship deafening any who had not worn their ear protection as the ship made contact withthe world setteling in and securing itself as the landing struts of the massive ships dug meters into the ground. Connors collected himself and removed the ear plugs which kept him from going mad and turned to face the retinue of officers standing at the aft of the CIC.

"Ladies, Gentilmen, Lets go save the day."

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Allies:
Enemy: [member="Darth Carnifex"] Ξ [member="Xenro"] Ξ [member="Ashmedai"] Ξ [member="Jansal Corego"] Ξ [member="Harley"] Ξ [member="Ameli Trahir"]
Target: [member="The Harbinger"]
Location: City of meru >>> Jedi enclave
Current objective: interrupt the symphony of booms!
(Gear in Bio and sig)

Thick black clouds, the screams of peoples lives coming to a close. Just another day in this hell ridden galaxy. Cynthia sat there, her legs hanging over the ledge of the skyscraper watching the events unraveling. The people looked like small bugs rushing away from water that would engulf them. Instead of water it was flames and ash filling the streets. Honesty she did love the sight of big explosions, unfortunately there is a time and a place. Thing is this was most definitely no the place. Still in some twisted way she didn't care for the dead and dying. She wanted to find who held the button or the bombs. Pushing herself from the ledge she began to free fall towards the ground watching her reflection in the almost clean windows.

Pushing the button on her wrist her jetpack would burst out with flames pushing her forward at speed. Walking through a crowd would take to long and from up top she'd have a better view of the ground. Even if she get engulfed in the clouds of ash Cynthia would still be able to see and breath so that wasn't a problem. Still she couldn't stay above the crowds for to long or she'd begin to free fall once more. It wasn't until long she noticed speeders zooming into the air. Not only that but it didn't help them with heavy ordinance slung on their backs. Lowering herself enough she'd land on the bonnet of an open top speeder that passed by under her. She hadn't the time to ask nicely she was taking it, nor the time to drop him off. "Move." She said crawling over the windshield and pushing him out the way.

The speeder would spin round and pushed to full thrust in persute of the group. The rifle was laid uncomfortably behind her stopping her leaning back. She looked at the man who seemed terrified and nodded. "I know this seems scary but trust me I'm here to stop those people. So I'm going to need you to keep the speeder steady for me okay. This is to save lives here even if it costs us our own. Ill do my best to not let that happen." She said in a calm voice letting the man take the stick they swapped around awkwardly. Without hesitation she placed a leg on the seat folded under her bum while the rifle pressed against her shoulder. The instruments in her helmet helped her make the best shot she could make given the situation. With a deep breath in and a slow exhale she squeezed the trigger firing on the closest speeder. Her hud remained zoomed in to see the shot had hit the speeder. A quick cock back she then targeted for one of the missiles. "Slow breath." She breathed in once more aiming where it would be then breathed out squeezing the trigger. It took only seconds to see the round hit the missile causing it to blow up befornit hit the temple.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Mount Meru, Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="The Harbinger"] | [member="Xenro"]
Enemies: [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Thema Csapla"] | [member="Cath Lorr"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"]

Silver-green eyes watched with mild curiosity from the confines of the distant darkness. Somewhere between the first and last salvo of missiles being lobbed at the Jedi Enclave, built somewhat safely into the side of a mountain, the Sith Lord dropped his subtle manipulation of Art of the Small and re-positioned as the strength of the dark side began to coalesce within his body, making his presence glaringly obvious to any that touched the force in the vicinity. Casually, his cloaked form drifted forward, pausing at seemingly pre-determined points to avoid falling debris ranging in size from small boulders to ones the size of speeders. The entire mountain reverberated from the punishment recently unleashed upon it.

When he was within roughly one hundred meters of what remained of the Enclave, the Sith Lord stopped among the jagged rock formations and turned his gaze to the distant horizon. The Force, though in a state of severe conflict and riddled with the passing screams of the injured and dying, still maintained its connection to all things. If one was able to drown out the noise, it was still the best method of knowing that which was to come. The soldiers transiting towards the mountain-top enclave via shuttle did not approach without making themselves tragically obvious. This was, of course, the Republic's answer to all things. A predictable method that had not changed in the last couple centuries.

When both transports crested the final ridge required to insert any forces anywhere near the Enclave in the relatively small area within which it rested on Mount Deru, the Sith Lord would be waiting for them, albeit from a short distance of a hundred meters. Waiting until the vessel's had cycled into their final approach profile, slowing drastically and losing the vast majority of whatever maneuverability they normally had, Ashmedai would unleash the full might of the dark side's strength upon the vessels. The Force Destruction erupting from the palms of his hands in the required radius for maximum effectiveness would incinerate the vessels and vaporize nearly anything that passed anywhere within the vicinity of said vessels.

The Republic could send troopers to their death all day long. There would be no evacuation from this Jedi facility without staggering loss. Ashmedai cared not why any of them had come.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: En-route to Jedi Enclave on Deneba.
Allies: The Republic, The Jedi Order, [member="Darth Mephirium"].
Objective: Secure the remaining Jedi personnel and evac whoever possible.
Persons of Interest: [member="Ashmedai"].


Unlike Mimban, the inbound flight unto Deneba was entirely peaceful in the fact that there was no flak nor invading fleet to duck and dodge around. Couple this with the fact that he had come into the scene upon [member="Darth Mephirium"]'s Star Destroyer and hitched a ride alongside the seventh company of the 501st; no this was much different than most of anything that Veiere had experienced. He imagined this might be something of how the opposition felt when they had attacked Gyndine as well. Looking over the stormtroopers who all sat within the troop dropship, Veiere also guessed that they rarely saw themselves working alongside the Jedi. It was the ever moving reality of things in that enemies that people thought to be so rock solid and hateful, could actually change and one day, much farther down the line, it was possible to see alliances form. It was a humbling moment in recognizing that not everything was black and white, something that Veiere often taught in his lessons to those that were want of learning.

Something however changed in the air around him, the others would not notice it but through his connection in the Force, his senses were suddenly alerted to a great threat, as if it were so immediate that his instincts screamed for action within his mind. Swiftly he moved ahead to the cockpit and shouted at the pilots to send the transport into evasive maneuvers, "Break away from the others, cut primary thrusters and drop using the repulsorlifts, get us down there now!". He did not give them pause to complain, turning next to the squad lining the walls of the small craft as well as the central seating, "Emergency landing, we're making a jump, suit up!".

The large sliding doors upon each side of the vessel opened back, Veiere prying one from it's locking mechanism while one of the troops did the other, the rest all connecting their support lines to the safety wire that ran along either side of the roof, so that when they jumped from the craft, their descent would be a controlled one. The Vessel itself had distanced from the rest of the group though not by much and by the time the first explosion of the 501st troop transports sounded, Veiere already knew they were too late. They were still too high off of the ground to make a swift evac, he looked to the Stormtroopers and his heart went out to them all yet it was mere seconds before the shock wave of energy slammed into the their shuttle and the force of the blast knocked Veiere backwards and out of the craft entirely.

He was weightless. It lasted less than he'd have liked yet the free-fall, the plummet towards the solid earth meters below him was only quickened by the explosion of flames, the eruption of heat, smoke and debris of metal and ash. He had not had enough room to plan his own steadied and controlled landing, alike so many force users were capable of, though the drop wasn't much higher than a single storied building, the impact with the ground took the breath from his lungs and sent blinding pain throughout his torso, his cry out in agony and shock only muffled by the reign of fire that came down around him. He had not broken anything miraculously though his body rehearsed its suffering in great and alarming disdain. His back cracked audibly as he tried to roll onto his side, to cover himself with his hands from the falling debris, the air popping from the pockets between his cartilage, his muscles all tensed and bruised. The sand and scorched earth around him doing little to cushion the weight of the fall.

He was not sure how much time had passed, minutes he guessed, his mind struggling to come to terms with the sudden and merciless slaughter of those within the craft and then to try to drown out the pain, nothing in his life seemed simple anymore yet perhaps he had earned that on himself in the pursuit of personal redemption. Slowly, he gripped the ground beneath him and forced himself to sit upright upon his knees, his gaze blurred and attempting to adjust to the light of the land, searching for any sign of the source of the attack; not yet able to identify the aggressor. 'How far out were we...' he questioned to himself inwardly, turning to look back to what remained of the ship, a total and utter wreckage of melted metals and littered bodies. It was a bad place to be in, yet he knew he had to push forward. To help those he could.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Walking back towards the temple, the younglings followed her, like a trail of Force-sensitive ducklings. In a few minutes, the other group of children joined her. Finally, she headed into the bowels of the temple, only stopping for a head count once they were safely downstairs. Taking a moment's respite, she lifted her communicator to her lips, speaking freely. "The younglings are secure, Master." She reported on their previously used channel.

Location: Meru Enclave - Basement
Immediate: [member="Thema Csapla"]
Of Interest: [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Cath Lorr"], [member="Vorian Adasca"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Ashmedai"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="William"] Forlon, [member="Salmakk"]

The Force warped. In the larger picture of the chaos on Deneba -- the resonance of terror, the magic of the Sith, the greater balance depending on the outcome of this theatre -- the distortion in the basement didn't make much noise. Its power wasn't entirely here, in realspace. Most of it was somewhere else entirely, a half-step away, in a universe where position meant something vastly different. What leaked through was largely confined to the immediate area of the basement.

Younglings turned from contemplating their mortality. They turned to the door of an unused storage room. Blue-white light flickered around the edges of the door, through the keyhole, around the hinges, under the jam. The light pulsed, intensified. The younglings took a collective breath.

The doorknob jiggled, then again. It had always been a little tricky to open. Any one of the younglings could have Force-tweaked the knob's internals to open the door. They exchanged glances as the doorknob continued to jiggle. Eventually a small Togruta shuffled toward the storage room and fiddled with the handle. She hopped back. The door burst open.

A man in a frost-covered space suit stood inside, crammed between the mop bucket and the hand sanitizer refills. He was shivering. He took a long step out and they flinched back. "Easy, easy," he said with a hand upraised, voice distorted by the helmet's vocoder. "Jorus Merrill, Jedi Master." He slipped off a bulky backpack and started pulling out vacuum-sealed packets the size of folio books. A touch, and each burst into a half-transparent sphere of plastic membrane, inflating. The spheres were about metre across: standard emergency space survival packs.

There was a Chiss with the younglings, a Knight or senior Padawan. Through the helmet visor, the man in the space suit focused on her.

"I've got room for these kids," he said. "One trip. No more. Sorry, but it's the best I can do."

 

[Dune Rhur]

Jedi Enclave, Deneba
A: [member="Cath Lorr"] @Thema Cspala [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Vorian Adasca"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]
E: [member="The Harbinger"] [member="Ashmedai"]

Dune grimaced as he received Grayson's last staticy transmission. He understood the man's situation well enough. They'd hold out as long as they could. He nodded and handed his portable comm to Cath without a word.

They came up to the entrance hall in short order. The head combat instructor and handful of Knights and Padawans had taken cover. No one appeared injured. Dune gave silent thanks to the Force for that.

The scarred Zabrak blade master looked to him without a word. His blue eyes spoke the question loudly enough.

"Help is coming," Dune said as he took cover next to him "We have to hold out long enough for it."

The horned one grimaced but nodded.

"I'd guessed as much. Well, we need to at least stop the barrage on the building before there's nothing left."

Dune nodded at the logic of that.

"We will make a sortie then, but not out of the main entrance."

The Zabrak nodded and turned to relay the information over a secured channel. It was easier than shouting oven the cacaphony. Dune admired the quick thinking as the Zabrak gave him and Cath the encrypted channel's information.

"They'll have that guarded like a miscers purse. The side service door?"

Dune smiled as he nodded.

"We just need to wait a moment or two for my apprentice. She's almost done now."

The other Master cocked an eyebrow but acquiesced.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: City of Meru, Deneba
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"]
Gear:

• Dreadplate Armor
• Gauntlets
• Lightsaber 1 and 2
• Valthris Amulet

Black gloved hands gripped tightly on the sun scorched stone used to construct most of the structures on the chaos, blood soaked city of Meru. Prazutis muscles tensed as he pulled himself up to the buildings rooftop mirroring the movements of Carnifex. The powerful sun sat high in the sky and burned bright and hot on this tragic day. While the material of their clothing protected the two Sith Lords from the scalding stone's heat, it wouldn't have mattered. They were trained to handle extensive heat and cold through resilience, power, and sheer will alone. As he pulled himself up Carnifex had already moved over to the small four foot raised section on the roof, making use of his titanic strength to punch a hole in the wall so the two men could access the hidden cache of their equipment.

Their role in the random acts of terrorism was done with. They had incensed the fiery inferno that set the whole world ablaze. All of the other assets, all of the other pawns and minions put into place would do their part. Prazutis made his way over to the structure, pulling himself through the opening where an assembly of fresh equipment awaited them. Various trinkets that would be used by both men in the upcoming battle they would join in a different manner. Prazutis shed the mercenary garb and equipped clothing and armor that was custom tailored to his large, muscular form, especially the wicked phrik plated Dreadplate that acted as his own signature battle armor across many battlefields in the galaxy.

While everything in his HUD was briefly updating, battle reports across the planet flowing in and tactical information about the area around them was being quickly uploaded he shifted his attention to his master, closest confidant, and friend. Clipping his lightsabers to his hip he immediately nodded in confirmation "You are right. I feel the desolation rolling over this world like a tidal wave, lives being snuffed out as fear and blazing hatred choke out what remains. This is an inferno that they cannot survive. It's an infectious, hungry beast indeed. The pieces have been moved on the board, and all plans have been put into motion. Our "friends" will fill the role we have knowingly, or unknowingly set out for them."

While Kaine resorted to using electrobinoculars to look at the distant battle Prazutis activated the ones built into his armor and zoomed into the distance, to look at the destruction. The Dreadplate was both deadly and well equipped with a wide array of gadgets. "The Jedi are running around trying to contain widespread danger, they've always been so naive missing the big picture." Prazutis said as the two began moving through a various array of back alleys, staying away from main streets and roads to keep out of sight. However a familiar presence hit the two men who shared a glance before continuing forward. It was his niece in law the wife of [member="Slade Zambrano"] and she was close. "I can feel her life essence and she is close. You realize she will not hold back because of who we are to him? She will try to kill us?" He asked Kaine. The man already thought this through and probably didn't care, but he would bring it up regardless. "Good. It would make killing her less enjoyable if she did hold back." They began moving towards her.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Hutts Lair (Bar in Meru)
Allies: Ummm the Red Fang in the room for now
Enemies: None yet
Objective: Use chaos to rob banks.

Aedan looked up as screaming started than the shouting and sirens. Sighing he stood up and whistled the gathered group of Red Fang who had been in the bar looking up as he gestured muttering. "Okay thats the signal someone gave me a tip this was going to happen now lets go get some money. Two other units of Red Fang are on their way you are to meet them at the nearby military base and keep the forces their occupied with your presence and shooting at things. Dark Jedi of Bogan yo u are with me don't whine we are getting credits to get armor. Alright boys and squirrels lets move." With his speech over Aedan and his men split up the 25 Dark Jedi Knights of Bogan following after Aedan as the Red Fang jogged off to meet up with the other units and set up positions around the mliitary base to cut them off. Looking around he noticed what looked like a man standing in the midst of a bunch of dead bodies and talking to a skull. Tilting his head Aedan walked over calmly concealing his force presence as he called out. "Hey you with the skull what are you doing? You seem a tad odd but not horribly hostile quite yet. Want to tag along we are off to rob some banks and you seem useful." [member="Xenro"]

 

[cheshire_kitty]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1jG99z7lVY​

Location: Undisclosed
Allies: The Black Empire
Enemies: The Republic and friends but none at the moment
Gear: TBA

Skin pale as a corpse's, lips red as fresh blood, and hair black as obsidian, Alaenera sat at the bedside of a young woman sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware of the certain death that awaited her when she awoke. Gently, the energy vampire and [SIZE=10.5pt]epicanthix[/SIZE] hybrid brushed the sleeping beauty’s hair out of her face and softly caressed her cheek. “What a lovely addition you will make,” she chuckled to herself as anticipation swelled up inside her.

Softly,[SIZE=10.5pt] Alaenera[/SIZE] ran her neatly groomed fingernails down the young woman’s cheek as she watched the woman's abdomen rise and fall with each breath. Her impatience for her victim to awaken increased as her hunger grew. With enough force to draw blood, Alaenera ran her nails down the woman’s cheek again, waking her.

“Good morning,” Alaenera smirked at the woman when she sprung up in surprise; fear welled up in her eyes as she put a hand to her bleeding cheek. Then, out of the darkness, a pale hand emerged, wrapped itself around her throat and throttled her, crushing her larynx as she sat frozen on the bed.

With the woman’s warm throat in her grasp, [SIZE=10.5pt]Alaenera[/SIZE] slowly increased the pressure until she was satisfied that her supper was incapable of making a sound and dislocated both of her victim’s arms to pre-emptively thwart any attempt at resistance. Finally, ready to feast, Alaenera sunk her fangs into the woman’s décolletage and devoured her delectable energy.

Completely drained, leaving behind only an empty vessel, the lifeless body began to convulse and spasm, the mouth frothed and the eyes rolled back into its head. After a few moments, the body stopped moving completely then slowly sat up on the bed and stared at[SIZE=10.5pt] Alaenera[/SIZE], its eyes empty.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Meru
Allies: Republic.
Enemies: Kaine's goons and the Sith.
Matthias Draay's Theme.

"I don't do geopolitics." Matthias said. Sitting back in his leather chair, he took a sip of his aged whiskey. Enjoying the smoking flavor and tasting notes, he looked at the amber liquid and tried to shift his thoughts away from the galaxy's problems. "Geopolitics is what led the galaxy to the sad state its in today, and its partly the Jedi's fault." Matthias belonged to a once great, powerful, rich, noble house on Coruscant. His home was now occupied by the One Sith, and the good name of his house had been sullied, the estate was in ruin, and now he had a small office Denon in one of the poor residential districts. Matthias had sworn off the endless wars and galactic power-plays. Now he served the downtrodden and weak, a private detective for the common men and women who were nothing but victims in an era of chaos.

"I understand your reservations." The low level Republic representative said. "But a terrorist attack has shaken Meru, innocent people are dying." The rep slipped a manila folder onto Matthias's desk with the details. Setting the glass of whiskey down, Matthias reluctantly picked up the folder. Flipping it open, he reviewed the contents for a few moments then tossed it down. "I'll take the job, representative." Matthias responded. "But only on the basis to save the innocents on Meru." He realized that this crisis erupting on Deneba would likely drag him into greater events to come.

Not a few hours later the Jedi master's black boots hit the ground as he jumped off the transport, which had just landed on the outskirts of the city. "It's definitely a Sith Lord, yet what he is trying to accomplish, aside from wanton destruction is beyond me." Matthias straighten his blazer and quickly scanned the area for immediate threats. "The mercenaries or 'Terrorists' are obviously conducting a false flag operation. Sound the air raid sirens, use local media outlets to urge people to stay in their homes." He said to a few Republic officers who were with him. After taking the case the Republic's intelligence agency had given Matthias all their information on the developing situation inside the city. "This may very well be a plot by a third party Sith agency to stop the Republic influence from spreading into the region. No doubt The Triumvirate stands to benefit, however if they fail to spur the people into a popular rebellion, the success of their operation aside from causing chaos will fail." Matthias pointed out. The Republic needed an answer to who was behind these attacks, he needed first hand witness account of the first attack on the spaceport. Then they needed to interrogate one of these terrorists, to gain some information.

Matthias pointed to some Republic Soldiers. "Set blasters to stun. We need the assailants alive." He said unhooking his own lightsaber from his belt.

 

[Saran Drast]

Location: Meru Spaceport.
Objective: Help where possible
Allies: [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Vorian Adasca"]
Opponents: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Prazutis"] and Black Empire Folks

Walking slowly through the spaceport, a single woman in a mask moved through the bodies.

Saran had seen things before. She had seen war, and death, and slavery.

This was something else entirely. The woman was trying to ignore the death, trying to focus on the darkness. It lingered here, like a stench in the air. To a Miraluka, it shrouded the rooms, a veil over the entire area. Who could leave behind something like this? A shiver ran down her spine as she continued onward, stepping carefully through the bodies that littered the floor. There was someone here. Approaching the hooded man, she listened. "Master Grayson? Anything I can do to help?"

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Denaba city
Objective: Aid the local people
Allies: People who don't shoot at me
Enemies: People who do shoot at me

Gray was focused entirely on channeling soothing energy in the rancors and providing them direction while supplying his sword enough energy to maintain it's expanded aura. It was a bit of an effort at first, but he was getting more use to it. It was a part of his training for maintain his use of the force for as long as possible so he was adapting well to his first time doing both of these actions. The force was interesting in how it could do so much with some general applications. The rancor were advancing at their steady pace as he did his thing, and the civilians had parted to let them through. They also seemed to have realized the rancor were not threats currently and following behind if at a good distance. Things were going well so far for his evacuation plan.

They came upon the perimeter guards soon enough, and as soon as they saw the rancor coming they opened fire. Their shots hit the aura around the rancor in the lead and began to soar back at the ones who shot them. Several of the guards didn't dodge their own fire fast enough and went down, while those that were fast enough were scrambling to figure out what was going on. They didn't have an answer to the problem at first, but then one of them got the smart idea of throwing a thermal detonator. It came soaring towards the rancor, beeping its warning of a gory death. Gray sensed it coming and quickly used a small amount of force energy to push it back. It soared back the direction it had come from, and exploded above their heads.

The enemy ducked down to avoid the worth of the blast and they hardly took any damage. But this would prove a fatal mistake. By the time most of them were back up on their feet, the rancor pair began grabbing and swallowing people whole. Terror began to erupt out of the guards attempting to corral the people further in as even with the rancor now close enough the swords aura couldn't deflect their shots, the beasts naturally thick skin was protecting them from most of the damage. The scene was horrific for those fighting back against the large beasts, and soon enough those that didn't become devoured fled to the north and south.

Gray sent impulses to the rancor to chase the ones to the north, and then stood up. He jumped off onto the top of the nearest building. He released the energy he had been sending to the sword and its deflect aura retreated back to its natural size. He yelled out, " Through the gap! Move move move!" He directed with one arm to the eastern desert for the people to escape towards. He watched as ships with troops began to descend from the sky. Was a reaction finally being made to this terrible situation? He hoped so, because too many innocent people had died already.

As if by some kind of sign, shots began to erupt behind the fleeing people. Gray had been distracted by the ships, so he had to quickly look back towards the city when he heard them. He saw group from both the north and south had flanked in behind the crowds of people trying to escape. They were mercilessly gunning everyone down, and had effectively cut their retreat in half. They were moving to recorral the ones still caught in the city as well. Gray wanted to curse at this, but instead moved to react. He enhanced his body and began moving with inhuman levels of speed. He jumped off of the roof top and landed in the middle of the now open space filled with dead bodies. He drew both of his handguns and began shooting at the guards on either side of him.

The guards began shooting back to protect themselves, and their shot began to deflect back. The combination of their own fire and Gray's quickly cut them down, but not after they had already killed a good chunk of the poor local people. He holstered his bryar pistol and began to empty his revolver so he could reload it. As he did, he expanded his senses out with the force to see if any enemies were left. He sighed a sigh of relief when he found none. He holstered his revolver once fresh bullets had been placed in its chamber. He pushed the dead bodies off to the side to clear the path then yelled out, " All clear. Run this way for safety while you can! More will show up and I can't promise everyone's safety when they do! The faster you move, the higher your chances of survival!" As he said that, he moved out of the way and got back up onto the top of the buildings. He needed to keep his eyes out for reinforcements while the civilians began rushing to safety.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

East Desert
Allies: ?
Enemies: ?

She stayed there, the force was continuing to rise, energy lashing out and the massive zeltron watched the fighting of the people while she was putting the energy into something she wanted to do. There were the sounds of rancors roaring off in the distance, the feeling of people using the darkside while she continued to work muttering to herself in low breaths while a spell twisted. A small group coming towards her as they seemed primed to attack and detonate themselves when her gaze narrowed before there was a reverberating pulse that launched them into the air and she was back to chanting allowing them to twitch from the rock the ones head struck while another was flailing to get the vest off of himself. Mist and bits going into the wind with the deafening sound of explosions while she continued to build the energy in the force with some people running once the lines were broken and she focused on them pushing several aside with a telekinetic sweep away from shots before lashing out to grab and pull one jerking his arm as it snapped in place with the rifle. She was letting the thoughts come before moving off with some of the focus returning to her spell and the large zeltron clenched her fists letting the power make her veins turn like black cords within the pink flesh.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Meru, Precinct Three.
Objective: Eliminate Various Targets of Opportunity, Pacify Insurgency.
Allies of Convenience: The Galactic Republic, The Jedi Order, Local Law Enforcement Agencies.
Current Target of Opportunity: Unknown.
Equipment: See Possessions.

https://youtu.be/qh8ERImE-d8​

They had come to Deneba tracking another foe when the Chaos had started. The man they sought had surrounded himself with countless bodies, safeguarding him from those that sought to take his life - an act that would've put entire Star Systems at ease should the bolt find its mark. Those that swarmed about this Master were not but fodder, quickly discarded and replaced whenever the mood had struck. Thus, it was easy to trace his movements and predict where his path would take him. The City of Meru was, but one possible point of interest, and as fate would have it - He was here. Within these cinnamon dusted walls, their prey had made his nest and was planning on making his move. If stability in this region were to be maintained, they would have to move swiftly and eliminate the threat before the gates of hell were torn asunder. However, uncovering his depraved den was to be no easy task. Even in a settlement that bordered on the cusp of being proclaimed a City, there were many shadows in which one could hide. Security was lax, and though the Republic had only brought this world into its embrace some short time ago - it was nothing more than a frontier world. Unremarkable in the grandest of schemes, Meru was the perfect breeding ground for violence.

It was outside a local law enforcement building that Naiad and his team had found themselves when the opening salvos were fired at the distant Spaceport. The thunderous staccato echoed through the streets, chilling the blood of those unwilling to believe the truth. When the madness had taken hold, the Four SIS Operatives had withdrawn into the safety of the shadows, melting into the darkness as they stalked through the fire-lit streets. Their Target would most likely take advantage of the ensuing bedlam, tearing through whatever treasures these arid Sand-dwellers had and taking everything of value. They couldn't let him slip through their grasp, but they couldn't allow these acts of wanton slaughter to continue either. The Republic would need all the help they could get, and while their existence would never become publically known - their deeds would become legendary behind the scenes.

With their new Mission Parameters set, Fireteam Aeacus broke away from the local watering hole and slipped quietly back into the shadows. He would face judgment another day when the insurgent conflagration had simmered to more manageable levels. That was when the former Sun Guard had seen it, the static image that emboldened him to his newfound purpose. The team had rounded a corner and spilled out into the open, only to come face-to-face with one of the many terminals dotting the incumbent city. Upon its screen, they had seen the grisly artistry inflicted, and were instantly scarred by the sight. Each and every member of the Fireteam had seen Dead Children before; such was the way of war - Innocents were always caught in the crossfire, no matter how hard you tried to avoid collateral. This, This was something else entirely, and it took everything Naiad had not to snarl like an enraged beast. Whoever did this would pay. Dearly.

Taking a moment to sear their ruined faces into the depths of his mind, the former Sun Guard wordlessly directed his team back into the Shadows. They were too exposed, and their Mimetic Suits would not retain their shade-like properties for long. Once within the darkness's embrace, Naiad rapidly slung his venerable Nightstinger over his shoulder and withdrew a small Holo-projector. As he had knelt further into the gloom, the remaining SIS Operatives began securing their immediate perimeter. Rifles were raised, and their eyes were peeled, ensuring that their deeds had gone unseen. Pulling his lusterless obsidian helmet free with a gasp of pressurized air, the Agent activated the hand-held device and waited for the encryption keys to establish a secure connection. Their transmission would surely be detected, as all things rarely escaped the eyes of the vigilant, but the Son of Thyrsus took it on Faith that the Republic would be focused on the apparent threats that laid siege to the sanctity of their world, rather than a heavily coded comms-pulse.

Once the Cipher Protocol had completed, a flickering azure line had materialized above the diminutive device. It waivered as the former Sun Guard spoke, distorting his sonorous voice and silently echoing into the shadows.

"Target sighted. Objective altered. Counter-terrorism protocols active."

With those words spoken, he deactivated the pulsating device and slipped it back into his combat webbing. Rousing himself from the cinnamon dusted earth, Naiad looked out towards the distance and watched as the Inferno took hold. They had much work to do, and little time in which to do it. In recognition of that fact, the SIS Agent crowned himself with the lusterless helmet and watched as the soft crimson lights from his HUD bathe his vision with scrolling tides of tactical information - fed to him by a myriad of sources, each painting a grim picture of the events that plagued the city.

Thus, they began their Hunt anew.

 

[Minn Tavers]

Location: Near Spaceport
Objetive: Not die
Allies: Galactic Republic, Anyone that can save her life
Enemies: Terrorists & Their allies

She had just killed somone, shot the man dead. The man who just moments ago had tried to kill her now lied dead on the ground. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, but she had no idea what to do with it, so she just stood there. As the adrenaline wore off however, she realized something, the man had shot her too. Blood flowed down from her chest, she could feel it in her hand, she needed to get medical attention, but where would she find it. She then saw her only hope of salvation. A group of people, who radiated in the force, that group was lead by [member="Darth Mephirium"].

Minn started moving her way over towards that group, it started as a run, then slowed down to a walk. Only 50 meters to go. It slowed to a limp. 30 meters to go. She was loosing blood fast. 25 meters, 15.... Then everything went black. Her life was now in the hands of these people, these complete strangers.

[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

[Nameless Knight]

KNight continued to loo at the screens as news was coming to them about the situation and she was still trying to wrap her head around it turning over the larger things. "Captain I want us to move along, there are other places needed to work on and we will get some work in." Looking over everything they had going on she worked with the navicomputer as her arms shifted speaking. "Engage stealth drives and set course for Chroma Zed and send a message to Yutan approasing them of the situation." There were nods as the Nirvana sank into its stealth cloak screaming off to get out of the gravity shadows of the system trying to figure out why a planet like Deneba was the choice when there were more important worlds nearby that needed defending just in case. Launching and instigating a terror campaign on a world where people lived hoping to get away from the planet and a small space port did little. It was like Anchorhead, a small town around a space port and there were now people attacking it like it was a crown jewel before they jumped using the superior speed.

 

[Thema Csapla]

Location: Deneba, Jedi Temple
Allies: Republic, 501st, [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Cath Lorr"]

"I've got room for these kids," he said. "One trip. No more. Sorry, but it's the best I can do."

Thema's eyes honed in on the self-proclaimed master, narrowing slightly. Still in his flight suit, it seemed. Instinctively, she took a step back, raising a hand across the younglings. "What were you-" She glanced over the man's shoulder, analyzing the broom closet he'd emerged from. Nevermind. Thema could feel his power in the Force, radiating peace, despite the abundant chaos. Besides, even if didn't want to trust him, she had no other option. Sighing in relief, she lowered her arm, holding her hands up in exhasperation. "Nevermind. Take them, and leave quickly. If you need me, I'm padawan Thema Csapla." She had no time to shake her savior's hand, but she did give him a pat on the shoulder. "Whatever's out there... Be careful. And may the Force be with you."

She turned around, looking at the still terrified younglings. So much had happened to them today... For whatever reason, she felt very protective of them. Perhaps it was a way of draining her own panic. Perhaps she was sympathizing with them, recalling the various wars on Coruscant. Perhaps she was just meant to train younglings.

In any case, she sighed, and reluctantly stepped aside. "Master Merrill will be taking care of you now." She explained to the children, who relaxed only a bit. "He'll be evacuating you." Thema developed. That sure did perk their interest. "Go along now. Follow his orders, and make sure to stay with him at all times. You're going to be alright."

Torn between a familiar confusion and a new potential savior, the children started heading past her one by one, congregating around the senior Jedi. "You're cold." One of them spoke up.