On the First Day of Christmas, the CIS Gave to Me...[CIS Dominion of Chroma Zed]

[Arage Bao]

Sheathing his Sith sword he stepped inside of his transport. Acknowledging the presence of the other soldiers inside of the ship he nodded to them.

"Greetings, Lord Krag, always a pleasure to fight besides you."

For some people it would have been hard to stay relaxed and aloft surrounded by the Graug soldiers. But Garoth had ice in his veins, he did not give a feth about their looks. They were killing machines. And that was the only thing, that should matter while fighting in a battle.

@[member="Krag"]

 

[Darth Metus]

At long last, the beskar-clad Mandalorian made his way from the depths of the vessel into the hanger. A simple sweep of the space revealed for him the dropship where the Archon was located; and it seemed as though she was not alone. Within the vessel was a young man who Dar'jetii did not immediately recognize. Regardless, he strode over and seated himself in the vessel, taking the available space beside the Archon. He smiled, but it was veiled behind his helmet of course.

"Alright," he began, "I'm here. Let's get this show on the road. Pilot if you would?"

With his signal, the doors of the dropship closed and the engines roared into being. The vessel then ascended from the hanger bay floor and began its voyage down to the planet below.

@[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Praxis"], @[member="Cadmon Lussk"], @Xander Corbal.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Krag nodded, he was pleased the the apprentice showed him the respect that a lesser should show his superior. Krag cracked a toothy grin and climbed back aboard the ship and took a seat beside Horde Guard. This was going to be an interesting day to say the least, maybe not too exciting, but it would be interesting. As long as he got to slaughter something, Krag would be able to consider this trip worth the flight.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@FOLKS INFILTRATING THE CORESHIP​

Hannibal looked up from fiddling with his shotgun. He was now perched on a crate just outside the shuttle that was going to deliver those on infiltration duty to their objective. There didn't appear to be anyone with him. Most folks hanging around the hangar were heading for other shuttles destined for other objectives. Was this to be his fate? To solo the infiltration of a massive complex and single-handedly massacre a Hutt Crime Lord and his confidants? That would be pretty hardcore, provided he lived to see his extraction. As great as the prospect of being hailed a supersoldier for such actions were, he new the potential of him getting violently murdered was even higher.

He remained on his crate, Retaliator resting in his lap. Sooner or later, someone would have to show up.

 

[Darth Metus]

Having made introductions, the young Master then departed from the bridge of the vessel and made his way down to the hanger bay. He had heard that Krag, the Sith Knight responsible for instructing him in the construction of his synthetic lightsaber crystal, would be assisting in the voyage down to the Enclave in order to eliminate the Dark Jedi cell there. This came as an immense surprise to the Templar, but he was glad to have someone he "knew" along for the ride. Once down to the hanger, the young Master approached the pair of Sith and rendered a polite nod.

"Mind if I accompany you in your vessel, Lord Krag?"

@[member="Krag"], @[member="Garoth Do'Urden"].

 

[Jerec Wraith]

The last bit of air escaped the Tartoros pilot's throat, and he released his hand from the man's throat. Young flesh turned old, and brown hair turned gray and thinned. The life drained from the man as his very essence was taken from him. It had all been done hush hush, as his presence on the vessel itself had been a secret from the get go. Somehow he had arrived in another shell after his last death, with another note written to him from Velok. The old Whipid had looked out for him once more, and Jaden was grateful that his end hadn't once more been at the hands of someone his lesser. Whatever defects he had had with his last form were gone, the Alchemical Master had seen to it and now he was free to roam. Weeks of traveling and draining those too weak to stand up to him in his weakened form. It had been invigorating to no longer be an old man, and to fully have the body he had had before his brother had robbed him of everything.

First Darron Wraith, then Jacen Cavill.

Darth Radec as he had previously been called would have all their heads eventually. Now, he wanted the old man's flight suit before him. Swapping their clothing out, he moved the body into the trash compactor and blasted it out into the void. He placed his helmet on, and looked down at the name tag. "Lee, what are the odds? I'll keep it." His new last name had been taken from a noble he had killed on another world before entering Confederate space. Yes, he had found his home. Now to help, get himself out there, and watch his position grow.

"Tartoros Pilots to your Mechs!! We drop in two minutes!!"

Lee Radimus headed to begin his new path.

 

[Malok]

"Yes, it would seem that way Darren." came the response from the Grand Marshal in passing. He motioned for the Master to follow him down to the hanger and continued to stride along through the vessel. Once within the hanger, he selected a dropship filled to the brim with Black Watch personnel and took his seat within it. However, before heading out to the planet's surface, he delegated two members of his elite team, Biggs and Wedge, and assigned them the task of assisting the Infiltration efforts that would soon be beginning. To this end, the pair of black-clad soldiers departed from the dropship and made their way over to the one known as @[member="Hannibal Oryen"].

"Reporting for duty, sir. We're at your disposal." said Biggs. Wedge simply regarded the man with a nod and took his seat in the vessel.

In the meantime, the Grand Marshal's ship surged forth from the hanger and rocketed down to the surface below. He then opened a line of communication to Nocturno in order to inquire about the situation below.

"Nocturno, what's your status?"

@Nocturno.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Krag felt the presence of a strong lightsider approach his vessel and it made him shudder with a jolt of rage. His species was naturally repelled by the light and therefore they had a natural hatred of the light. It made perfect sense, considering the whole species was the brainchild of a mad group of Sith and the spawn of their Sith magic. Krag, however, was able to deal much better with the lightside presence than his drone counterparts. As the Templar Master entered and inquired about joining, Krag growled the following

"If you do not slow me down, Josiah." Well that was a shock, even to Krag. He not only remembered the Templar's name but used it as well, then again it might be a bigger surprise that Josiah recognized him when he was basically cinders and ash now.

 

[Sophia Walsh]

The fact that they were now besties with the Empire was pretty awesome. It alined with what Sophia currently had going on so things seemed to be working out and lining up for once. She couldn't have planned any of this better herself and honestly everything had been done on a whim so having it turn out like this was nice.

Turning on her comm she messaged @Nocturno. She was to be supporting the ground troops so it would be best to know where they were going to land. "Nocturno, I'm here to support you. Tell me where you need me." She could do her own thing but that wouldn't be helpful. It was better to coordinate.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Xander nodded but was unable to say anything before the Sith apprentice from the Empire came into the shuttle and asked the pilot to take off. Xander looked to the Archon and rolled his eyes before turning back to the sith "So, haven't seen you before." Xander commented with a faked intrigue that was meant to be seen through.

 

[Arage Bao]

Garoth felt the anger rising inside of the Graug. He had to surpress a chuckle, the man had a natural temper against Lightsiders. Garoth did not share his anger, he did not care if someone used the Light or the Dark side of the Force. What matters what they did with the tools they had.

"Welcome.. Joshia. Be careful, for his Lordship here as a small temper. " He said with a genuine laugh. "It would not do to have a brawl inside this small box, before the real battle even starts."

@Krag @Josiah Denko

 

[Feena]

"Ah! I was wondering when you would show up! Not like you to keep a Lady waiting."

Feena smiled in greeting, glad to have familiar company once again. She trusted this Mando with her life. There was only a small handful that she could honestly say that about.

 

[Darth Metus]

The words spoken by the male that the Mandalorian did not know were...as transparent as water. He saw through the mock intrigue...and put two and two together. He was most likely oogling the Archon due to the fact that she was absolutely stunning, and probably made an off comment or three; and Dar'jetii's presence was interfering with that. Ah, the preverbial "rock-block" as it were. Bemused, the Mandalorian introduced himself with a nod. "The name's Dar'jetii, pleasure."

Then to the Archon he added, "Forgive me Mrs. Mason, I looked for you in the Infirmary first. Didn't know you were already at the hanger. How's the little one coming along?"

With that said, the ship continued to move towards the surface. It would only be a matter of time now before they landed.

@[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Cadmon Lussk"], @[member="Praxis"], @Xander Corbal.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@FOLKS INFILTRATING THE CORESHIP

"Eh?" Hannibal's initial reaction to the two Black Watch that approached him was decidedly neutral. These two clowns were all he had to deal with? Whatever. It was sure better than going it alone. Or worse- going it with an idiot. Hannibal rose from his seat and entered the shuttle. This was going to be fun. Partially because he was getting paid, partially because there would be violence, and partially because he knew exactly how he wanted to make his entrance into the Coreship.

"Alright then, let's agitate the gravel. I'm drivin'." Hannibal said, entering the cockpit and taking a seat. He started running the diagnostics. Before long, they'd be up in the air.

 

[Darth Metus]

It would have taken someone who was blind, deaf, and dumb in the Force not to feel the natural aggression emanating from the Graug. Josiah was none of these things, and yet regained his composure when he felt the anger radiate from the ashen being. He held his peace and composure, and simply extended respect to the men that he would be accompanying down to the planet's surface. What came as an immense surprise was that the Graug actually remembered Josiah's name, for he did not anticipate this in the slightest!

"Not a problem, Lord Krag." said the young Master, striding forth in order to enter the Dropship. Then to the Apprentice, he asked. "You heard Lord Krag, so long as I don't 'get in his way', there won't be an issue. Now come, there are lives to end."

That was as Sith-y as the Templar could sound without feeling sick to his stomach. Nothing like bullspitting some aggression in order to warm up to comrades, eh?

@[member="Garoth Do'Urden"], @[member="Krag"].

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

"Yeah, likewise." Xander said with such a dry tone that it made Krag's personality seem appealing. Oh well, the rock-blocking was inevitable no matter who stepped onto the shuttle or when. Either the Archon herself would shoot him down or the passenger would, so no matter what he wasn't going to be getting anywhere near Fena. Not that it was morally correct to try to sleep with a pregnant woman anyway.

 

[Onrai]

Ah... What a wonderful day it was! Our forces were proceeding to Chroma Zed in order to take the planet. Evidently, Genesis had been desiring more aggressive expansion of the CIS's borders, and that fit perfectly into plans of mine.

Up the lift, onto the bridge... Now, what was there to do... Oh yes.

"This is Polarine. All ships are to remain in orbit. That is all."

 

[Feena]

"The little one is coming along just fine," she answered, "Although, this ones been a bit more than I had expected. She's a fighter, that's for sure."

Feena had called the baby a 'she' before she even realized it.
"-or he," she corrected quickly, "Whatever it is."

 

[Malok]

"Roger that." came the dual reply of the Black Watch elite. They followed after the one called Hannibal without another word and silently seated themselves in the shuttle. Biggs, the larger of the two, was a more "tankier" build. He carried a heavier blaster rifle, more grenades, and the like. If Hannibal needed to have a bang made, this was the guy to call. On the other hand, Wedge was of a lankier build and preferred long-ranged combat. His weapon of choice was a DMR of sorts, coupled with a recon droid; with a pistol as a backup. Quiet, ranged decimation was his specialty. With two extremes at his disposal, Hannibal was sure to have an interesting mission.

@[member="Dharma Vessia"], @[member="Oron"], @[member="Hannibal Oryen"].

 

[Thaddeus Creed]

A alrge man, clad in armor, weilding a heavy chaingun, marched onto the shuttle behind Hannibal. "What's in store for today, Oryen? Some poodoo better need blowin' up. I ain't come along to -not- blow somethin' up, ya feel me?" Thaddeus stated upon taking his seat on the shuttle. His heavy size caused the shuttle to shake a bit as he sat down. The clanking of his durasteel armor filled the tight shuttle with a large thud.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]