Invasion Oderint Dum Metuant | The First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance held Mustafar Hex

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Location: Imperial Capitol Grounds, Dosuun​

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The rising sun cast its rays over the horizon, gentle beams of orange and amber reflecting off the gloss white of the Stormtrooper armor. A full legion stood across the open ground, arranged in a tight parade formation, shoulder to shoulder. A single tone carried across the enormous parade deck, only the soft flutter of standards in the breeze to complement the slowly building note. Then another. Slowly at first, the sound of fist beating on chest filled the air as each trooper hit their breastplate with the music, the crowds assembled began to clap, joining in. Progressively drums began to roll, the beats evolving into a heavy thrum - adding to the intensity of the moment. Erupting into cheers as the brief serenade came to a head, the crowd was swept up in the glory of the display. Silence fell over the crowd, hushed whispers replacing what had moments before been a tidal wave of energy. As if on cue the formations of troopers began to move, no audible commands but instead the sound of marching and the drums alone. Each footfall landing on a beat, each touch of the drum mirroring a movement the troopers began their symbolic march from the parade grounds down the main causeway of Avalonia towards their waiting starships - the ramps deployed, standards of the First Order hanging from the open loading bay. That very day an official declaration had been released - it was war.​

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The drums of war were sounding on Dosuun -- in the great square of Avalonia’s Victory & Memorial Park, in Imperial Square in the shadow of the Imperial Palace -- in Prosperia and Victoria, too. The drums were sounding on the capital and across the empire -- on Bespin and on Thakwaa; on Seoul and on Annaj; on Bakura and on Panatha. Troops were enlisting faster than they could be armed and armored, and hundreds of thousands of troops had already been deployed.

One such legion was Fortan’s FIST -- the First Imperial Shocktroopers legion -- permanently assigned to the Grand Moff’s fleet, FIV Concordia. They stood in formation in the cavernous troop ready-room, facing the massive screen on one wall that showed the broadcasts coming in from around the Empire. Natasi stood at the back of the room, watching with the troops, her eyes shining as she found herself caught up in the emotion of it all. She raised her hand and gave a signal, and the volume went silent, but images of the cheering crowds and saluting soldiers remained in motion. She strolled up the center of the aisle formed by the two groups of stormtroopers, and as her presence became apparent the restlessness of the crowd grew.

When she reached the front of the group and climbed onto the dais, flanked by a pair of stormtroopers. The soldiers spoke excitedly, for they had never seen their Grand Moff quite like this. Gone was the feminine skirtsuit, gone was the jewelry and high heeled shoes. She wasn’t even in her usual, simple black uniform. She stood before the stormtroopers in an armored black officer’s uniform, her hair pulled back into a severe bun, her face austere. She snapped her heels together and thrust her gloved fist into the air. The stormtroopers fell silent, immediately returning the salute, enthusiastic, fervent even.

“They are with you,” Natasi called, her voice amplified only by the acoustics of the room, passion and emotion echoing from the bulkheads. “An entire nation -- an entire people -- stand ready to follow you into the fires of war. For every man and woman who takes up arms there are those who work to support your efforts in fields and factories across our great empire. And more importantly, the Supreme Leader is with you -- standing behind you every step of the way.”​

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She paused, her dark eyes nearly glowing as the lights reflected off them. “This is a war for the very survival of our civilization, and it will be a long and difficult war. But working together -- fighting together -- as one people -- we cannot be defeated! Let us claim Mustafar for the Supreme Leader and his glorious empire!” *​

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Across the canvas of space, stars sparkled in their silent splendor. The vacuum was cold, empty, save for the occasional vessel travelling from the surface of the planet out towards the hyperspace lanes with precious cargo meant for refineries, production facilities, foundries. The reddish orange glow of the planet’s surface was just barely visible through the atmosphere, the thick and acrid ash from the magma planet clouding the air. The acrid atmosphere of the world was still breathable - though prolonged exposure risked variable health risks, not only the heat but the toxins of superheated metal and rock coupled with the perpetual ash would certainly be detrimental to the lungs. Often touted as “The place Jedi go to die.” the world was a violent one, volcanic eruptions, magma flows and geological instability rampant across the entire planet.

Since the events on Kaeshana, the First Order military had been in a flurry, mobilization and planning kicked into overdrive. A strike was inevitable, the only question was of where? For too long the Galactic Alliance had been expanding, stretching their reach farther and farther - Kaeshana had been the breaking point. As tactical decisions were made at the highest levels of leadership, the Mustafar sector had been identified as a priority target. Not only did its acquisition hold personal value to the Supreme Leader but it served an even greater purpose. Mustafar had a storied history and boasted an extreme amount of raw resources - resources that would be crucial to feeding the First Order’s war machine.

Though the natural geological instability of the planet prevented long range scanning, and scanning in general, human intelligence suggested at several key locations on the surface of the planet that would be important. Not only was the Mensix Mining Facility a target of interest but there was also an ancient place which held interest for the Ren… Over eight centuries ago, the infamous Darth Vader had constructed a castle on the world of Mustafar, the very place of his final transformation from fallen Jedi to Sith Lord.

The Supreme Leader’s own secretive branch of Dark Force users were in full motion. They had mustered a strike team with the goal of quickly seizing the ancient fortification. If they could not hold it, they would ransack it. They were prepared for this moment. Backpacks, hidden pockets and utility belts hid a variety of tricks, all of which the Order of Ren was prepared to unleash on unsuspecting foes. This was no mere smash and grab raid, this was a surgical strike, an elite military operation. Just what it was about the Castle of Darth Vader that attracted the Supreme Leader’s attention was known to a select few, the information passed only to an unexpected candidate, the young Knight of Ren, Samka Derith, who has been tasked with ensuring the mission is a success.**

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While Mustafar had been identified as a priority target, so also had Barkhesh. The Galactic Alliance would find themselves pushed on multiple fronts. First Order brass had committed substantial resources towards the acquisition of not only one planet, but the entire sector.It was a bold push but it had been agreed that retribution must be exacted. Unlike Mustafar, Barkhesh had been much easier to scan from long range. On the surface, it had been discovered that the Alliance had established a military base - the First Order setting its sights on the Northern plains with the intent of establishing their own outpost on the planet. There was one problem.

Due to the nature of the geography, the vessels large enough to carry the supplies have been tasked with establishing a landing zone along the Southern plains, a convoy route being drafted along a path designated as “Convoy Route Doku”. Once landfall had been made, the supplies would have to be brought along the convoy route up to the high plains where an advance team would establish a perimeter for the construction of the outpost. The only thorn to be plucked was the Alliance fortification. In addition to the advance force and the landing party consisting of engineers and supplies, an assault would be mounted against the Alliance held base by both First Order forces and even allied Sith.

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The Planet of Rutan also fell within the sector though the First Order had decidedly committed their forces primarily on two other planets, Mustafar and Barkhesh. In their planning, the discovery of an Alliance Surveillance outpost was no surprise. Rather than commit substantial forces that could much better be applied elsewhere, the First Order had deemed it necessary to send a small strike force to hit the facility during its night cycle, a covert raid meant to disable the communications array and capture any valuable intelligence the facility might hold. As such, there was no fleet assigned towards Rutan, only a small task force of stealth vessels containing a small raid force.

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* This Section Written by [member="Natasi Fortan"]
** This Paragraph Written by [member="Samka Derith"]

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Objectives Listed Below - See OOC for Rules/Restrictions​

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Ground Engagement Zones​

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   [SIZE=11pt]Mustafar | Multiple Locations (See below)[/SIZE]
   
   [SIZE=11pt]Mensix Mining Facilityhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Mensix_Mining_Facility | Near [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Fralideja[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] (Capital City)[/SIZE]
   
   [SIZE=11pt]Establishing a foothold near the Capital city of Fralideja and an important industrial facility such as the Mensix Mining Facility is of the utmost importance to the First Order. The First Order’s goal is to acquire the facility intact and with minor damages considering such an acquisition would be extremely beneficial to their war machine. As such, infantry forces and a limited number of gunships will be deployed in an attempt to secure the facility.[/SIZE]
   

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[SIZE=11pt]Darth Vader’s Castlehttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Vader's_castle | Volcanic Fortress, Underground Facility[/SIZE]

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   [SIZE=11pt]The very site of the infamous Darth Vader’s residence, Vader’s Castle was built on the ruins of a Sith Temple located on Mustafar. Constructed as a symbol of power, a dark obsidian[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] tower rises above the rocky surroundings, a live magma flow running through the very fortress itself and down over a precipice to the lake of fire below. Not only the former residence of Lord Vader, but also a repository of knowledge and possible artifacts awaits inside the structure - no doubt the Jedi will race to prevent it from being put into the hands of the Ren, known only to the Galactic Alliance as seemingly rogue darksiders.[/SIZE]
   

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​​Barkhesh | Multiple Locations (See below)

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   [SIZE=11pt]​Surveyed Site for Outpost Vota | Northern Plains[/SIZE]
   
   [SIZE=11pt]​The Northern Plain has been scouted as the area to construct a forward outpost from which to begin operations on Barkhesh. There are currently no forces at this location and large vessels cannot be landed in the area but a small team may be able to secure this location and hold the position until supplies from the Southern Plains arrive to begin construction of an outpost. Alliance Forces may have patrols in the area. [/SIZE]
   

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[SIZE=11pt]​Convoy Route Doku and Alliance Base | Southern Plains[/SIZE]

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   [SIZE=11pt]​A major convoy route that can be used to bring supplies from the large plain South of the proposed location of Outpost Vota. The Southern plains appear to be the perfect landing zone for disembarking supplies and sending them North as the high Northern Plains would not support the landing of heavy vessels. Fighter support is requested to fend off any enemy starfighters that would deem the convoy a ripe target for the picking. The Galactic Alliance has already established a garrison on the surface and will be deploying from this hardened structure.[/SIZE]
   

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​Rutan | Single Location

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   [SIZE=11pt]Alliance Surveillance Outpost | Facility[/SIZE]
   
   [SIZE=11pt]The Galactic Alliance has established a surveillance outpost on the planet of Rutan to monitor First Order fleet movements and activity. The objective is to deploy signal jammers en route to the surface to prevent detection and destroy the main signal array. If successful, the remainder of the facility may be taken by storm with little to no warning - provided the infiltration goes undetected.[/SIZE]
   

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[Micah Talith]

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[SIZE=18pt]R U T A N[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Atravis Sector[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Rutan System[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Beep. Beep. Beep.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The ping of incoming feed from the various Rekali monitoring stations, along with old Protectorate Silk hyperspace monitors, fed encrypted information to various key Galactic Alliance outposts within the Atravis Sector. The data feed bounced to nearby Rutan, Barkhesh, Elrood, Eriadu, and FLEETCOM at Sullust. Preparations had been made earlier within the year when the first strain of tension appeared to be mounting between First Order and the Galactic Alliance, funneling Alliance funds into advanced border surveillance along the two great faction’s borders.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Funds had been saved by the reuse of the Silk Hyperspace monitoring stations scattered all across former Protectorate space. Omega Pyre still monitored these hyperspace stations, originally based on the old Empire’s Deep Core monitoring stations. The old OP monitors were basic in function, two rings along known routes. When ships would fly through them, an interdiction field could snap on. If the ship had a very fast drive, the second ring could potentially still catch it. If interdiction wasn’t employed, the time elapsed within the rings was able to provide vital information on how fast traffic was moving: the typical standard mode utilized along the smaller known routes like the Hydian Way and the Tosste Spur. Monitors had been scattered across the sector by the roving scouting task force made up of [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Watcher-class Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Inquisitor-class Stealth Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Sentinel-class Cruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Leviathan Class Monitor[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]GR90 E-war transport[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s, and a few [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Nebulon B9 Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s. Each would periodically use Theed Hanger probes like SUREC and INCIS models, tossing them out every few hundred light-years across the system and nearby sector. The probes provided an early warning system like the Rekali and Silk monitoring stations, just smaller, shorter-range, and harder to identify. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Both Rutan and Barkhesh had been deemed strategic areas for these monitoring stations, resulting in the contracting of Theed Hangar, Clan Rekali, and ArmsTech services for their defense and advanced surveillance technology. Rutan and Barkhesh both now had a [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]World Guardian Shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] as a passive defense measure. It came in sections, and each could be activated and deactivated swiftly once brought online, allowing ships to leave and weapons to fire out. When damaged by a weapon, the shield would lash out with an energy feedback at the ship that has struck it. There were also various stations, including a [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Uldyr- Class Defense Station[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] and a [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Doaba Class Defense Station[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Strategic Intelligence Service group maintained the monitoring station on Rutan with the GADF in charge of protecting the World Guardian generator next to it. It was a heavily fortified base, kept hidden under a [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Darksky Area Shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] that used an optical shield and sensor mask as its primary means of defense: after all, you can't effectively attack something you can't see. Long term stationed personnel rarely left the base save on randomly designated rotating days.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]However, even with the greatest amount of preparation, no one could truly monitor an entire sector. A well prepared covert team, for example could [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]potentially [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]make it past the majority of the safeguards for advanced warning...[/SIZE]

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Location: Rutan Wilderness a few klicks outside SIS Listening Post
[member="Maria Natalja"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] @Micah Talith [member="Vexen"] [member="Kellyn Muir"] [member="Kaili Talith"] - via holocall soon cause i'ma show you my MEAT!
Gear in sig

[SIZE=9pt]Micah gave a satisfied groan of pleasure. His belly was full, fresh game meat currently being barbequed over a spit, and he already had a glass of the local mead. Out at a campsite, Micah and @Vexan had recently participated in the local Rutan tradition of going hunting. As the Talith needed no other excuse to go out and track game, the pair had joined the locals and had been invited to the enormous meat feast.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Thing was, that the reptilian like locals just did not know when to stop serving. They kept serving them both more slices of meat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Oh no, thank you.. I think i had enough.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Micah pleaded with the young girl offering him another share. He patted his belly, a wide grin upon his face.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“I am full.. Really.. I am --”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The girl added two more thick slices of medium rare sliced game…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Ahh.. thank you…”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] yup, couldn’t say no or be rude.[/SIZE]

 

[Vexen]

Rutan
With [member="Micah Talith"]

Slow roasting. That was to blame. After they'd finished the hunt the locals had immediate set to slowly roasting the kill in an old fashioned fire pit. Vexen had been trying to keep her tongue in her mouth and her nose still for hours. Now she was trying to find the energy to move.

They had eaten a lot of meat. Vexen's stomach was undergoing its own private battle with the straps of her armour. She gave up on sitting politely and laid down on her front, resting her head on her paws. She tilted her hips to the side to avoid her belly being pressed down into the ground and sighed contently.

Would it be considered impolite to have a little nap? She conveyed the question to Micah. He could deal with the formalities after all. Just a little break to sleep off the meat. She could already see some of the locals resting happily on the grass.

Yes, this trip was much to her liking.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Barkesh North Engagement

[member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Rebel Sunka"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

Location: Great Temple Valley

Trextan lead his head fall back and the cool breeze wash over him. It perfectly balanced the warmth of the midday sun on his face. There was no sound beyond the faint rustling of grass in the wind. Here, out on his own, he found it easier to find a measure of peace. To try and find that connection with the Force that he could call on without drawing on his anger.

That way was the easy path. The Sith had cultivated that on Coruscant in the Valley of the Lords. Under the gaze of Sith Lords long passed they had shown him how easy it was to draw on powerful, emotional memories. They hadn’t drained the pain from his parent’s sudden death, they had fuelled it and that in turn had sent him on his first steps towards the darkness.

Jacen had told him that he had more potential than the Jedi Marshal had ever had. But that came with a warning. The dark path was the easy path and once you had walked it once it was difficult to force yourself back the other way. He could become powerful, but he could also become terrible.

Something drew his attention. For a moment he felt as if the wind whispered to him. He ran his fingers through his long hair and turned towards one of the abandoned temples, scanning the shadows. Nothing was whispering. It was simply his mind interpreting the warning that rippled through the Force.

The whine that followed was very real. From behind the one of the distant temples he saw the distinctive profile of a U-Wing with its wings extended. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet and watched its approach. As it closed he could see the gold and red alliance markings across its underbelly.

Now he tried to layer that calm on top of the anxiety that started to build beneath it. The ship’s wings rotated forwards as it came to land just metres away. The calm breeze was replaced by a rush of wind from the engines and he raised his artificial arm to cover his eyes. He walked forwards as the side door slid open.

“Voidstalker!”

“Yes?” he shouted back over the engines.

“You’re needed back at the base.”

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“The shield is up,”Trextan observed as they approached the Alliance facility on the old Rebel Base.

“Yes sir, we’re on high alert. Lots of hyperspace signals, we think the First Order are mobilising.” The co-pilot called. The pilot was reading out their code to land. Trextan looked down at the starfighters spread across the landing pads. Repulsor sleds were ferrying pilots in full gear. Choli was down there, he knew, Rebel and Taheera as well. At least if there was going to be a fight he was among friends. The mirialan was a more experienced fighter than he was, but more importantly she had been there for him during one of his darkest days. Rebel had thrown himself into the cause and followed him across Alliance space to track down criminals and dark side intrusions.

 

[Samka Derith]

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsAH53qCO5U&t=2s[/media]

[SIZE=11pt]The might of the First Order’s military had descended upon the Mustafar system. The Imperial fleet had arrived unexpectedly and in huge numbers, cleaving a path towards the planet’s surface. Now the initial stage of the assault was drawing to a close, the fleet was beginning to group up and switch to a defencive position, bracing themselves for the inevitable counterattack from Alliance reinforcements. Precise, long range turbo-lasers were switching focus from the Alliance’s orbital defences towards covering the troop transports descending on the volcanic world below from anti-air fire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]On the bridge of the Star Destroyer FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Commination, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]she paced back and forth. Her attention split between the space battle beyond the window and the variety of holo-screens being used by the ship’s officers. The men and women of the Imperial navy gave the cloaked girl a wide berth. Even they with their limited connection to the Force could feel something in the girl’s aura was corrupted. Her skin had bleached to an eerie shade of white which was almost corpse-like in its colouring while her eyes had been turned a crimson red. This was the toll of the Dark Side and it clashed deeply with her otherwise youthful, innocent face. This was what marked her as Samka Derith. Still a child in the eyes of many but someone who used that for her own advantage. Someone who would play the part of the inexperienced youth while sharpening a dagger to plunge into her foe’s backs. To their credit, the young woman reflected, the crew of the Commination didn’t seem afraid of her, at least most of them. They were just uncertain as to what this mysterious figure was doing with them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She was waiting.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Waiting on board an otherwise unremarkable ship. It wasn’t the biggest, the strongest nor the fastest in the Imperial Navy. It was not playing a crucial role in the battle. It was just one of many Imperial Star Destroyers making up the numbers of this invasion. Which made it perfect for their goal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Ma’am!” An officer called out and waved the Ren over towards one of the screens.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She smirked, “Finally.” Her voice was rich with a thick Imperial accent. Much like her looks, Samka sounded young yet there was threatening flair on every word she spoke.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This is what you were looking for then?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Indeed, officer. Fire the pods when ready,” she replied.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Firing,” the officer’s hands danced across the display. The screen lit up in green for a moment to signify a successful launch. “There. With the cloaking device they shouldn’t be able to pick up a thing.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka raised a single brow as she stood over the officer in his chair. “Shouldn’t or won’t?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The mood of the man deflated somewhat. “W-won’t, ma’am.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Hm,” she grunted unconvinced. “I most certainly hope not. I’m heading to the transport now, send the report to me there. Good luck.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Yes, Ma’am!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Descending from orbit were a series of drop pods. They fell in the proximity of the ancient fortress once controlled by Darth Vader. One fell onto the rock nearby, another onto what was once the landing pad and a third smashed directly into the castle wall, embedding itself into the building from the impact. From all three came a cluster of tiny spider-like droids.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]These machines freed themselves from the pods and promptly began to swarm over the ancient structure, searching for weakness, defences, entry ways and anything else of interest.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As their cloaked transport departed the Commination, Samka caught a quick glance at the battle unfolding. The sheer number of ships involved was daunting and in the distance she could spot large numbers of troop and ground vehicle transports heading to the surface. The words of the Supreme Leader echoed in her head:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Soon you shall see the scale of the distraction being launched on your behalf.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I will not fail you,” she whispered to the man, believing that on some level he was overseeing things even all the way out here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It seemed the droids had found little to nothing established by the Galactic Alliance, as expected. The Dark Lord’s Castle was not strategically vital from the view of a military. The Alliance wasn’t what worried her most about this mission, no. It was what Darth Vader himself may have left behind to guard his secrets from thieves and interlopers. Even now, centuries later, the idea of what Darth Vader could have deviced was something far more threatening to her than any weapon both sides in this conflict could concoct.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the ship drew closer to the landing platform, Samka marched out to address the collection of Disciples, Knights and even an odd Master or two assembled under her command. To give authority to her over any of them was an unusual move and privately Samka pondered why the task had fallen to her. Was she especially suited to this? Was this a test? She could wonder but she could never doubt. The orders of the Supreme Leader were absolute. If he had chosen her for this task then so be it. She, and by extension everyone else, would have to trust in his wisdom.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Ahem,” she cleared her throat loudly to make sure attention was focused on her, the usual routine. “I want everyone to be clear on the seriousness of this operation. This is a mission given directly by the Supreme Leader himself. Each and every one of you must be prepared to die before failure. Our task shall be to infiltrate the building from every angle we can and scour it for everything valuable. If you find something odd, something strong in the Dark Side of the Force, contact me immediately.” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Just what exactly they were looking for was a detail Samka would omit for now. Not until she was certain it was there... [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“The Galactic Alliance may not have established defences on the ground but they, the so-called New Jedi Order and any other allies they may have will present a constant thorn in our side in this operation. No hesitation, no mercy and no prisoners. Not on this day. We are here to claim what is ours by right. Darth Vader was one of us, an Imperial through and through. His grand fortress, this world where he was reborn among flames now lies in the hands of people who represent everything he swore to destroy. The corruption, the weakness, the hypocrisy. These Jedi are everything Lord Vader despised. So we’re going to wipe them out and finish the job on behalf of the man whose domain we shall soon be entering. We are going to wipe out the Jedi and the Alliance and everyone else who dares stand alongside them.” Samka’s voice was raising in anger now, she was working even herself up. “Never forget this is a war they started. The expansionists of the Galactic Alliance could not be sated with the blood of the One Sith so they turned their guns on us. They ignored every attempt made by our leadership to preserve a mutually beneficial peace so when you send their sons and daughters back home in body bags and match boxes, feel no guilt. They have wrought this upon themselves.” Samka paused to look upon each of the others in turn. The ship rocked slightly and it switched to landing procedures. The grand battles elsewhere had indeed allowed them to land without interception. “Brace yourselves, we’ll be landing momentarily.”[/SIZE]

[member="Kyrel Ren"] - [member="Castor Ren"] - [member="Connor Harrison"] - [member="Ara Ren"] - [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]​

[member="Mishel Ren"] - [member="Zmej Ren"] - [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] - [member="Antherion"] - [member="Velon Ielor"]​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: En Route to Barkhesh's surface
Objective: Blow up the Alliance base and collect Jedi Skulls for the Skull Throne
Allies: [member="Jude Falkrowe"]
Enemies: [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Equipment:

• Asmenys iv tave Atma-Va
• Upraetor iv Kiztaga
• Imperator's Raiment
• Shuk'Orok
• Primordial Signet Ring

War had come again.

Ever since the Battle of Kaeshana he had been preparing for this eventuality, taking stock of his resources and arming his people for the conflict. He had meditated on the dark whispers that permeated the galaxy, attuning himself to the suffering. In the weeks leading up to this moment he had fasted, neither taking in food nor water, sustaining himself on the Dark Side of the Force alone. The pain that radiated through him cleansed him of doubt, of trepidation. Now he adorned himself in the sacred oils and concealed himself in the armor that had waded through the gore fields of countless battlefields. The stench of dried blood was abhorrent, but it filled him with a sense of comfort.

Now he found himself in the hold of a First Order transport, his head bowed in silent contemplation alongside many others of his hallowed order. They too hungered for battle, he could feel their anxiety through the Force. At his side rested his skull-faced battle helm in a basin of ashes collected from decades of slain Jedi whose bodies were cremated deep in the bowels of his insidious citadel. The Jedi's failure clung to the gray-green armor, smearing it with a thin layer of soot.

He paid no mind to how they would be entering Barkhesh's atmosphere, that was the task laid at the feet of the pilots and the strategists who had formulated this daring incursion. He need only be to be delivered, and all would soon be ash.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Mustafar
Atravis Sector

Gear: In signature

Vader's Castle

Mustafar... it was once said this was a planet where Jedi went to die. The ebb and flow of the magma rivers, the fiery heat that was all-consuming, the ashes and embers that filled the air. It was an inhospitable world, but one that provided a great deal of natural resources to this area of the galaxy. But that was not why Taeli was here today. No, she had led an expedition to an ancient structure on the planet that had survived the centuries... a structure that acted as a beacon in the Force, dark and malevolent.

Darth Vader had constructed a castle on the spot where he had been fully transformed from Anakin Skywalker. Rumors abounded on what exactly had occurred within this structure, but she did know an even older Sith structure lay deep under the castle. Her expedition, consisting of members of the New Jedi Order and other affiliated Force users had arrived to seal up the structure, render it useless to those who might try and use its power, and lock away any artifacts that may have been left behind in its depths.

Her eyes closed briefly as she sensed it, the arrival of... something to the system. Dark somethings, and plenty of them. The currents of the Force spoke to her, warning her... So, they had finally come...

"We have company," she muttered, cracking her neck. "They'll be here for the castle, and that is something we cannot them to take at any cost. Find somewhere to hunker down, let them come to us."

She would make her way to the antechamber of the castle and wait for someone to come, but the enemy were likely to come from many directions.

Allies: [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Elmont Block"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] [member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Erinyes Draclau"] [member="Ty Rellius"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

Enemies: [member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

Mustafar, Orbit​

Objective; Mining Facility​

Allies; First Order​

Enemies; Galactic Alliance & Allies​

Gear; See signature​

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She was not here to conquer as such, not in the traditional sense. It would be foolish to think she was, armed merely with a gunship and a small assortment of storm troopers assigned to her for protection. She sat idly, watching out the pane upon the fiery planet below; although for the time being, the only noticeable navy present was that of allied First Order ships. Seizing the opportunity, the gunship swiftly made an approach on the planet, landing on one of the more defined cliffs of rock, the stabilizers landing and the legs touching down. You could already feel the heat penetrating the vessel, she could feel herself getting sweaty, especially not being used to such environments.

The landing ramp released, and 16 storm troopers followed by a woman bearing a lab-coat.

"Ma'am, are you sure you're going to be okay?"

She wiped some sweat droplets off of her forehead and looked down towards the metal clipboard she was carrying. She had a specific purpose in mind; study battlefield injuries and effective treatments and measure the pain threshold of the clones at her disposal.

"I'll be fine, monitor the gunship for a second, I'm taking a temperature reading as apart of the field test"

Some rocks disintegrated into the lava, others continued down the molten river. The troopers began to take position, scouting for both friend and foe, but she had lied in her previous statement as she proceeded to lower the clipboard and utilize the binoculars which were attached around her neck, taking pictures of the surroundings, but more importantly, looking for any movement which she could make use of for research. It was battlefield injuries not weather ones. If this was to be a successful trip, this was her first port of call.

As she lowered the binoculars, she turned around to face the storm troopers before heading back into the gunship.

"No good. Take us just outside of an engagement."

The trooper gave a disgruntled nod, the rest joining her inside the gunship before it took off again, scanning for an engagement sector.

 

[Asharad Graush]

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Enroute to Barkhesh Surface.
First Order.
Objective: Break the Galactic Alliance on Barkhesh.

A'sharad's Daisya Infiltrator had entered the Barkhesh System. Other battleships had entered the system as well, likely engaging with the Galactic Alliance Defense Forces almost instantly. The First Order's High Marshal didn't pay them any mind however, and neither did his pilot as the cloak was activated almost immediately and they were instantly driving for the planet below.

Mustafar had been one of the planets that the First Order was targeting in the hex too, but Mustafar was considered the birth place of the infamous Darth Vader. Even if he was a Sith Lord, the Order of Ren had perverted the legend of Darth Vader to the point that some of them even considered themselves miniature Darth Vaders, his legacies, or even Vader-Incarnates. It was humbling, he imagined, in some way, but their fascination of a Sith Lord was something the Epicant-Hybrid would never understand.

"If all goes well, we'll be landing in the Great Temple Valley unhindered, My Lord." That was his pilot's voice coming in over the ship's intercom.

The hooded Sith Lord nodded his head in silence. He was in the cargo bay, awaiting for the moment the repulsors would kick in and give signal to the Sith Lord that it was time to activate the ramp.

Intel suggested that there was a Base in close proximity of the Temple Valley. Where was it exactly? Well, that wasn't a question that A'sharad could answer, and nor had he gotten one from Intelligence, but he'd locate it, even if it was hidden. His amber orbs lowered to his cybernetic right arm.

It flexed, almost as if it had a mind of its own.

And I'll break it in half.

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Rebel Sunka"], [member="Taheera Sollo"].

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Mustafar... It was the only thing on his mind since meeting the Supreme Leader for the first time inside the Bastion of Ren. He was plagued by it, and awaited the day where he would step foot on it's ash covered surface. He had prepared for this, and from that day since he did some training, He sharpened his saber skills, and his skills in the force. He had also mentally trained himself for the time he should encounter Jedi again. He grew excited by the thought of facing Jedi again, but this wasn't the only thing that drew him the most to Mustafar.

He was given the task along with the other Ren to take Vader's castle. This is what drew him to the living hell of a world. His obsession guided almost every action, and even went into his behavior, even some of the personal created rumors of whom ever saw him speculated weather he was Darth Vader reincarnated. Such rumors humored but at times Kyrel considered him no such thing, at times he only considered himself an admirer who wishes to carry out the work of a man who practically inspired the Ren. Kyrel was also after something as well. The armor of Darth Vader. Even though many thought it was destroyed on Endor, and for all intents and purposes it was, however there were many design changes to it that many considered it a second set, and it was speculated that a possible first set was out there, and the only safe bet was that it had to be in the place where the fearsome cyborg lived.

Vader... When one thinks of him, some could see who that figure might be, Hero, Traitor, Monster, Face of the Empire. Kyrel however saw him as a figure of power, as all Ren could. He was one of the most fearsome, and most powerful Sith Lords in the history of the galaxy. However even after he died and betrayed Palpatine as Anakin Skywalker. Kyrel could never let that part of him that was Vader go. He was completely uninterested at what he perceived as the weak fool known as Skywalker. He was obsessed with the Sith Lord even going as far as to declare himself Vader's heir to his dark legacy. This was true and Kyrel didn't deny it especially given on how he was created by scientists who admired Vader and the work of Doctor Cylo.

Kyrel was on board the transport that was descending to the surface rapidly through the atmosphere, and through the poisonous clouds eminating from the openings inside the ash covered soil. It went through the spiraling pockets of super heated gases and magma that were rising through the air. The transport rumbled and shaked as he sat next to the Mandalorian Twi'lek Force User [member="Stardust Raxis"], who had accompanied him on a couple of missions. He had tolerated her presence and even though he was an Imperial at heart,he was not so despising of other races He figured that as long as they faithfully served the First Order and were loyal in serving the Supreme Leader than that was enough for him, and would perhaps give her the chance if she so desperately wanted it, maybe even join the Order of Ren and become one of them.

He sat patiently and was full of excitement. He looked to see the form of his fellow Knight [member="Samka Derith"] approach. He did in some ways even before becoming a Knight both feared her and respected her. For someone so young, so full of madness, and yet possessed a type a maturity you would never see in an average adult much less a child. Kyrel knew she was the perfect one to lead the mission, and carried no qualms with it. Kyrel knew that he had time before becoming such a Leader even though he was working up to it, given his combat prowess and leading the FO on Marzoon.

He snapped to attention as she addresses the Brother and Sister Ren. She spoke with passion as Kyrel watched attentively. She knew how to use a certain flare of charisma as he watched. As the atmosphere grew hot with anticipation, anger, and even excitement. He heard the anger in her voice as she spoke of the Jedi and the Galactic Alliance. The hypocrites and their so called Jedi would pay for they're insolence. Kyrel felt a fire ignite inside of him as he watched more, he felt a blood lust ignite, he was eager for Jedi blood and by the end of the day, the castle would be for the Ren which he had hoped it would belong to him, the Jedi would be driven out, and the First Order would claim another system to add to their growing empire, and even a bigger bonus for the expanding War Machine.

'The time has come... Lord Vader I do promise this, you will live again, I will carry out your work and you will live through me.' Kyrel clenched his fists upon making this vow to himself as the transport touched down. He felt anxious as he looked around. This would indeed be a glorious day, he stood up filled with a sense of purpose that he hadn't felt since his crushing defeat on Kaeshana, he felt like a new man as he stood preparing to go out, and seize what was his, and to prove the Ren were a far greater threat to the Jedi than what they had thought.

'The time has come for a great battle to be fought, a battle fought between the dark and light on a world of brimstone and fire. Kyrel thought, as he was ready for his life purpose to finally be achieved at last.


First Order
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] [member="Antherion"] [member="Velon Ielor"]



Galactic Alliance
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Location: Vader's Castle, Inside the front door​

Gear​

Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

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Where there was smoke, there was fire, and where there was fire, one would often find Sarge. He'd opted to wait near the main entrance to the castle, the one through which all newcomers had to pass in order to enter the structure. That is, if they weren't trying to blow holes in the wall for entry, or other similar tactics. Hand on his saber, he eyed the gate and the barricades arrayed around him. The light clatter of shifting gear and the hum of power packs charging up were a familiar background to an upcoming fight.

He could sense Sith approaching, and he smiled at that. It had been a long time since he'd clashed blades with a Dark Sider, and he'd long since foregone the hatred he had for them in his heart.

In a sense, he knew a measure of peace, and perhaps that would help steel him against his opponents today. There were no glorious speeches from erstwhile Sergeants, just a low murmur of anticipation that spoke to the anxiety of the common soldier. Perhaps, he hoped, he gave them a measure of surety. After all, it wasn't often Sarge stepped from the shadows in support of the Galactic Alliance. Looking around, he gave a slow nod.

A storm was coming, and a storm would break, here, upon the Alliance's shores.

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Sanctuary, Monastery


"It's a mess."

Bethany looked up, peering out from under the comm station. Wires ran all over the room, panels popped off willy nilly, and she was giving a rather serious stink eye to the tech standing there looking sheepish.

"You decided that NOW was a good time to take EVERYTHING apart? Can we talk about WHY that was such a terrible idea?"

"I mean, everything's been quiet since Mandalore, so I didn't think-"

He swallowed, realizing what he'd just said. The deadpan look Bethany was giving him said 'it is obvious you didn't think' but she refrained from actually saying it aloud. It was obvious he realized just how deeply he had fethed up, and berating him wasn't going to get the comms up any quicker.

She scooted back under the console, fiddling with wires. It had been a long time (half a millennia, give or take) since she'd needed to fix anything mechanical. Fortunately (sort of), with the Age of Darkness and the Gulag plague, the technology for the comms hadn't actually changed that much.

"Elom. Korriban. Thule. Rumblings about multiple Sith groups eyeing the galaxy. And now the rumors of the First Order ramping up for something? This is literally the WORST timing, Cristo," she said, voice slightly muffled. "If you HAD to upgrade the system, you should have done it in chunks, or set us up a back up before pulling everything out- ow!"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just a bit of a shock. You didn't even turn off all of the power to these wires. You could have killed yourself."

He fell into a chagrined silence while Bethany worked, occasionally muttering things like why is this wire stripped? and you have got to be kidding me.

"Cristo, *this* one goes here, *that* one goes there. Could have set the whole place on fire."

Finally, the sound of a high pitched screech filled the comm room. The few people already there, watching the theatrics, flinched as the sound evened out.

"Someone get a lock on that signal, someone's trying to get through....."

As she scooted out from under the consoles, the voice on the other end solidified.

"-Warships. Hundreds of warships-" the signal faded out as everyone in the room look at Bethany.

"Get that person ON THE LINE NOW," she said, already moving swiftly across the room. "I'm going to prepare the Satori."

*****

The news was conflicted, scattered. Calls came in from multiple locations, but the general story set a scene in the same general sector of space. Mustafar. Asmeru. Barkhesh. Rutan.

Unlike Mandalore, the Order knew that they were going into a 'Hot Zone' conflict this time. They didn't have all of the details, it wasn't possible to gather them in a situation like this unless they were willing to wait until it was too late to act. Sanctuary swarmed as medical ships launched or prepared to launch, each group assigned to a different location. Blue armbands were distributed, along with med kits and other supplies. Everyone there as an aid worker was required to wear the armband- Bethany was very stern about that. There would be no mistakes- no misunderstandings. They were going to protect the citizenry and civilians that would inevitably be affected by the conflict- to offer medical aid to wounded soldiers on either side of the divide- but they were not going to take a side in this war.

The diminutive Jedi looked up as [member="Malok"] stepped up behind her. She offered a small nod, though there was no smile on her face for her friend in this moment. There was too much in the balance.

"Thank you for joining us," she said quietly, overlooking the loading of the last crates into the Satori. [member="Michael Sardun"] was off world- unreachable- and it worried her deeply though she kept it to herself. The presence of Malok and his men, [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Briika Tor"], and [member="Strider Garon"], was a small comfort, but at least comfort it was.

She glanced over at the Seraphim, Unity, and (sigh) Kismet, their largest ships- all science and medical ships, but that was what they were going to do. The smaller medical cutters would be necessary as well, and those were already prepared and ready. Emerald eyes swept over the gathering, moving throng, picking out familiar faces. [member="Hazel Zanteres"] and [member="Joza Perl"] there, overseeing loading. [member="Kahne Porte"] and [member="Electroheart"] with a cluster of Sardun's 'Journeymen'. [member="Hal Terrano"].... lost in the shuffle but trying to figure out his place in all of it.

Bethany didn't know what she was leading them all in to. But they would know soon enough.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Allies:first order/knights of ren
The planet of brimstone and hellfire, this was a place she did not expect to visit in her lifetime again, last she was here was simply to look at the planet and then leave without a second thought, now she was heading to the planet again this time with a goal as a ally to the knights of ren.

Vaders castle, a place of great evil and change, a relic from the past that still influenced the present. Stardust had her head bowed down looking at her helmet as she looked at her own emerald gaze looking back at her, there was no going back....this here would cement her as a enemy to the jedi...evem to those that were her friends on the other side...she let those thoughts melt and burn from her mind as she remembered kaeshana....hearimg the news that innocent people has been murdered trying to help out those in need...then she remebred what natasi had said, Sioux had died there at the hands of them, her hand clenched at the thought as she closed her eyes...then she opened them witha fiery gaze in the visor as she slipped it on and over letting it lock in as she popped her neck

[member="Samka Derith"] spoke, sadly she didn't know her, but she had to marvel at her power even at her age...she was definitely powerful as could be and star could only imagine her power when she becomes a master. She listened to her speech, the fire in her veins only fueled even more by them, she gave a nod as she held a neutral look on her face hidden behind the visor, she felt the ship rock as she shook back and forth before she stood up and rolled her shoulders, her westars setting on her sides next to her saber, sith sword on her right, and gun arm fully loaded, she was ready to show what happened when innocents were killed without a thought

The emerald dragon was gonna make a swift justice
[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Rutan.

Spoiler

Location: Phasma Class Infiltrator, in route to Rutan.

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Objective: Infiltrate and disable (And have an awesome 2v2 duel).
Allies: First Order, [member="Carach"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance (Exact members TBA)
Gear: 2x curved-hilt lightsabres, Nagajj, Tsaisibola, Armour, 2x Vibrodagger

Darth Ophidia’s index finger tapped impatiently on the ceramic shell of her cup. It was warm to the touch and the milky white contents fumed with fragrance. The Rattataki Sith Lord’s eyes stared unblinking through the transparisteel viewports and seemingly into the vast nothingness of hyperspace. The last time she had fought the Galactic Alliance, it had been under another banner; a banner she had since set fire to and left in the ashes of the core. Yet, here she was once more. Again, she stood in alliance to those who bent the knee and grovelled to a so called “superior” being. Such notions had been close to her heart once, but now she was disillusioned. She could only rely on her own strength; her own hatred. So why was she there?

Vengeance.

This time, like then, she was not alone on board the Phasma. She had allies, or rather an ally. Their mutual interest in the fall of the Galactic Alliance had brought her and [member="Carach"] into an impromptu partnership. She was still uncertain where she had him, but had confidence enough in his abilities.

A string of coded chatter broke her out of her thoughts. Ophidia’s burning eyes turned to the pilot droid as he warned them of the impeding drop from hyperspace which would be near immediately be followed by complete cover as they approached the planet of Rutan. It was imperative that they arrived under cover, deployed their signal-jammers and landed in secrecy.

“Understood. Prepared to go dark, awaiting planet-side approach.”

She drained the remainder of tea in her cup, knowing full and well that it may be the last she ever tasted. The cup clicked delicately against the table as she put it down and lifted her helmet. It was scratched and vaguely dented from years of warfare. Her hairless scalp touched the outside of the engraved beskar for a moment as she felt the lingering touch of darkness from each and every battle she had worn it in.

Burn them all.

The Phasma exited hyperspace under cover and activated its cloaking. The interior went dark as auxiliary power went to the balance of speed and practical invisibility.

 

[Zmej Ren]

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Although a barren rock torn apart by volcanoes and drowned in lava, Mustafar still held a little bit of significance; nothing less than Darth Vader’s fortress, which presented an undeniable lure to any and all who followed Sieger Ren’s dark teachings. Finally, orders have been given and the First Order’s finest marched upon their despised enemy, ready to claim every bit touched by the dark side as their own. Cultural importance aside, the place basked in power, ghostly voices of Vader himself still haunting the area if one listened carefully enough. Unnatural, malevolent currents of the Force swirled in the twisted building’s vicinity still, as if the structure acted like a beacon to summon all faithful to darkness in this deciding moment. Nothing for the Jedi or any other followers of the dogmatic teachings. Peace had nothing to do with this, nor balance or respect for sentient life. Hatred reigned supreme in the air, suffocating the light side, a candle about to be snuffed out to allow for eternal night. Anger became a weapon in its own right, advantageous to those who knew how to wield it.

Soon, very soon, the Galactic Alliance would learn what it meant to suffer, bleed and burn. The First Order’s heart continued to beat, burning with vengeful flames that lusted for retaliation. Kaeshana might have been the final spark to ignite these fires in everyone’s heart. Attacking humanitarian missions carried grim consequences, as the Alliance was about to learn in a particularly painful lesson.

Zmej Ren looked forward to it as her armoured figure unyieldingly marched into the shuttle to bring her down to Mustafar. Everything about her spelled readiness, confidence.

Did she grow overconfident upon proving herself worthy of bearing the rank of a knight? No – it meant the Supreme Leader trusted her and Zmej Ren wasn’t about to disappoint the man. After all, he had foreseen this. Who was she to defy his will and question his judgement? The immense pressure placed upon the teenage knight threatened to crush her spirit, every second a realization she could not afford to fail and return empty handed. Whatever awaited at the Sith lord’s castle, she would pry it out of the Alliance’s throbbing hands and bring it back to the First Order. The only alternative was death. Definitely not the preferable option, no. Bent on sowing destruction and claim lives herself, the pale blonde watched her gauntleted hands as if her sulphur yellow eyes could see the dark side energy oozing between her fingers. An expressionless mask covered her face, concealing the expression of pure joy and excitement twisting her features.

Finally. This was what she’d trained for. At anger’s command, the gauntleted palm clenched into a fist, shaking uncontrollably. If only her father could see her now No longer a worthless weakling, no housewife to marry into a wealthy family and take care of children while men waged glorious battles.

No hesitation, no mercy, no prisoners. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. It felt beyond liberating.

Brutal, ruthless, decisive, a terrible destroyer waiting to be unleashed, bound only by the shuttle and counting every second they spent in space while summoning last drops of energy into her body; Zmej knew too well Mustafar most likely wouldn’t permit a meditation if the Jedi and their dogs stalked its surface.

Derith’s speech produced results. While Zmej did not need to be reminded of how and why, the more experienced knight’s words still worked like fuel cast into the flames of hatred.

It was definitely a good choice to place [member="Samka Derith"] in charge. As much as Zmej hated her hair, Samka undoubtedly had what it took to lead them to victory. That wasn’t to say the blonde completely dismissed the chance at personal glory – instead of leading the First Order’s attack, she desired to slay many Jedi and add their lightsabers to her growing collection. After all, little mementos like that were what warmed up her dark heart. Trophies. Proofs she had succeeded. Almost like medals, albeit claimed from the enemy.

Spoiler

[member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] [member="Antherion"] [member="Velon Ielor"]

Spoiler

Equipment:

• Battle armour
• X-11E Sonic Rifle
• M1-VX Grenades
• Lightsaber

 

[Darth Eversor]

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Allies: Knights of Ren | FO​

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Enemies: Any Jedi willing to die​

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The Knights of Ren... a peculiar bunch that Abraxas shared little in common with, other than a devotion to one side of a spectrum of the Force; however, even then were they two entities that grew from the same pile of ash. Abraxas understood what it was to serve the Empire of old, and in turn, it molded him to become something far more disciplined and efficient than the Galactic Alliance could ever hope to combat or break of spirit. The way of the Sith did not align with the the FIrst Order's mandate, but this occasion was far too special to allow petty philosophy to obscure the common goal at hand.​

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Destroy the Jedi and all their ilk. ​

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The talk of finding artifacts of power did not concern the Sith, for it was not in his jurisdiction. It was not as if he could be fully trusted, but what would be the point in a sabotage when Jedi skulls were much more invaluable to collect? But the woman speaking with such vigor and boasting morale to the subscribers of the Ren mentioned a most peculiar name: Darth Vader.​

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Abraxas had only learned small slivers of information on the worshiped Sith Lord, but what he already knew gave him an unfamiliar sense of pride. This was not a Sith from history Abraxas cared to serve or study, merely a shell of the past that would not die. But so too would the Sith live on, stubborn in its persistence and hungry for dominance. Those of the Dark were resilient, unwavering, and not the slightest bit shy to roar in the face of its opposition. ​

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Abraxas held close to his silence, making no effort to cast anyone a glance or introduce himself. None of which was necessary, for the only association they, the Ren, needed to make with Abraxas was that he was here to demonstrate the wrath of the Sith and to cleanse Mustafar of the presence of the Galactic Alliance and Jedi alike.​

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Horrors is what he would sow, the bringer of death. ​

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What hath the Dark wrought, a specimen no lesser than the aspect of damnation. ​

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Suffering, anguish, pain.​

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These, the elements of the end, for the servants of a facade.​

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Their lies shall be crushed, their souls shredded and dashed among the fire and dust.​

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Death to the Jedi.​

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[member="Samka Derith"] ​

 

[Cortana Jade]

Barkesh North Engagement

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"]


Sigh.

He walked through the hallways of the facility, half of his Armor on. Running his fingers through his hair, he heard his name....

"Sunka!" A males voice, "Sir! Your needed for briefing..."

Chit, he got caught.

He stopped and rolled his eyes before turning around with a forced expression. "Briefing?" He took a few steps forward and held his arms out as he explained himself, "One thing I don't do...is write a rough draft." He said forming a smirk, and then pointing at the Alliance soldier.

Really, the Jedi was on his way to trying to knock out a quick nap before everything hit the fan. He'd already been woken out of his sleep as he slept later than everyone else so when he got the chance to slip away he tried to seize it.

"Sir, please...your skills are needed. This is highly important." He said.

Rebel rolled his eyes, and started stomping his feet as he walked towards the Alliance solder with half of his body armor on. "Finnee..." he sighed. Then adjusting his pace to walk with the other guy. Though he stopped as he passed a window, immediately his face lit up as the cloudy skies above gave off a grey shade. He took a deep breath.

"While I was gone...any news?" He said as his voice got serious...at least more than it had been.

"All I know sir...is that we've been put on High Alert...and it's looking like there could be conflict at any moment."

"Right...where's Trex?"

 

[Darth Metus]

A K A ' L I I T​

Sanctuary, Monastery​

The band itched.

Only minutes prior, a few boxes had made their way into the Aka'liit's hands. Within them were a sea of identical bands: blue cloth bearing the Order's iconic Lotus. Per the nature of the mission, the Mandalorians were expected to don them somewhere visible. This would allow whomever they liberated to see them as saviors, not monsters. As for Malok, he was very aware of the cloth's presence upon his forearm. For one, he had to poorly tie three of the damn things together just to fit around. And two? It itched. Really. Really. Bad. Ah well, there were worse things in life, right?

After donning his identifying bond, the Behemoth calmly strode across the Sanctuary's grounds. The once-calm establishment was in a tizzy - its serene air marred by a sense of urgency. He could feel it...the anxiety that rested in the pit of everyone's stomachs. This was a mission vastly different than aiding Mandalore. This was diving into the jaws of Hell themselves. Yet, naturally, that was why he was present. That was why his newfound vode were present. The Order was the furthest thing from a military power, but they had friends. Friends who wore beskar and didn't have any qualms about staring down armies if the price was right.

"My lord," he said upon drawing close to [member="Vilaz Munin"]. His head immediately bowed in a sign of reverence to his Mand'alor. "I do believe we will be departing soon. Shall we head to the Kismet?" As he spoke, he gestured to one of the vessels that was being quickly packed with supplies and personnel. Given the volume of people and items, elbow room was certain to be an illusion. However, it was for a good cause. If anything, the Mandalorians were showing that they could indeed feel gratitude.

With that said, the Ma'alkerrite briefly stepped away from his liege. His gaze swept across the sea of Lotus faces, some familiar and some not, until he came across his dear friend. At a glance he could see the stress on her face - but...he could also see her strength. Nay, he could feel it. "Beth'ika!" he said, trying his hand at the Mando'a term of endearment. "I trust you are well?" His mammoth hand found her shoulder, giving a light - not bone crushing - squeeze of comfort.

Spoiler: Tags

[member="Aden Dral"], [member="Agenor Dyre"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Amaya Verd"], [member="Anika Nygaard"], [member="Ardgal Raxis"], [member="Arioch Cain"], [member="Artemis Lux"], [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Butterfly"], [member="Cabur Aranar"], [member="Corvus Detta"], [member="Darth Doom"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Diana Veneris"], [member="Drof'del Tavor"], [member="Isamu Baelor"], [member="Jagen Wren"], [member="James Solaris"], [member="Kad Tor"], [member="Kalyr Alor"], [member="Kaylanna Detta"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Keric Dynt"], [member="Lok Munin"], @Malok, [member="Mór-rioghain"], @Mesh'all Dral, [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Scáthach"], [member="Shia LeFett"], [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Suravi Teigra"], [member="Titan Verd"], [member="Tyra Gozen"], [member="Valkyr"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Ty Rellius]

Mustafar

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]


Buttons….. check
Knob things …. Check
Blinky lights…. Blinking
Auto pilot…. Set
Switches…. are still installed
Music… music… music… Ahhh! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5rRZdiu1UE

30 seconds out Ty walked to the hatch.

“Hey don’t fucking scratch my shit like you did last time.”

A swirl of angry beeps vomited out of an astro mech…

“I don’t care that that was the only parking spot in the galaxy, keep flying till you find a better one.”

Another slew of pissed off beeps.

“What do you mean that that was the closest parking spot?? And why does that matter? You weren't supposed to leave the ship. And regardless look outside… do you see a parking lot? Just fly half a klick away and keep this rig out of the fight, I just had it waxed.”

More beeps in a lower tone.

“Junk?!?! Please, this thing looks better than you!”

The trap door under Ty’s feet flung open unannounced.

“You son of a….”

Ty started plummeting straight towards the front door of Vader’s Castle.

Skydiving into a battle taking place at Vader’s Castle… Big Check off of my bucket list.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Gear: In signature, 1x Curved Hilt Lightsaber
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member=Antherion] | [member="Velon Ielor"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Space travel would never be one of her favorite activities, or even something she could stand with any simulacrum of dignity. The newly knighted Ara Ren stayed towards the back of the unit gathered around the blue-haired teen known as Samka onboard the Star Destroyer FIV Commination. Their rapid descent towards the surface of the fiery planet had the Knight clinging to the nearest solid surface with white knuckles, the anxiety and fear burning in her gut only adding fuel to the power swirling around her.

Her normal robes had been shed for armor newly acquired, designed with battle and the Knight in mind. Black Armorweave and Zeyd-cloth hugged her form tightly, Duraplast plates on her forearms, shoulders, and across the torso clinking with each jerk of the aircraft. A leather belt wrapped around her waist was a comforting weight, the curved hilt of her saber hanging from it. The robe’s deep hood had been pulled up and secured just above her forehead, concealing her long hair and casting a shadow over her features.

Emerald eyes ringed in a mixture of amethyst and sulfur watched their young leader with rapt attention, thankful for anything to focus on other than the giant metal craft around them barreling towards the mass of obsidian and rivers of lava below. If traditional landings didn’t shake her enough, heading towards a planet made up of molten rock and designated as “the place were Jedi go to die” was hardly a comfort.

A picturesque view of the planet below them wasn’t needed. Here her saber had been forged. Amidst the volcanoes and flowing streams of magma, the then-disciple had forged a bond with the Qixoni crystal within the chamber of her blade and assembled the rather beautiful instrument. She remembered well the oppressive heat, the hiss of molten rivers flowing past. Sweat already formed a second skin, the multiple layers of armor hardly helping her body stay cool, but soon the thrill of battle would replace such concerns.

They were here to gather knowledge, dark artifacts, and to secure the fortress for the Order. They were here to claim a nexus of the Darkside and all it contained. They were here for Darth Vader’s Castle.

Death before failure. No hesitation, no mercy, no prisoners.

Hidden behind a half mask that covered her face from the bridge of her nose to her chin, a predatory smile formed. Bloodlust surged through her veins mixing with the fear swirling in her gut. The Jedi and the Galactic Alliance would fight tooth and nail to defend their hold on the Castle and the secrets held within. The Ren were here to show them that their efforts were futile.

She was here to prove that she was strong enough to have earned the title of knight. Releasing the grip she had on the side of the craft, Ara stepped forward, eyes burning with determination and anticipation. Death was coming for the Jedi below. Death in the form of a girl with emerald eyes and a wicked smile.