Public Operation: Nightfall

[Aron Thress]

Aron Thress

OBJ1 (actually understand it now.)
Location: Inside the city of Iziz.
Tags: Jenn Kryze Darth Saevius Ignacious Korvan

Aron’s infiltration went off without a hitch. Who would expect someone to crawl in the way he did? He surely didn’t. And luckily, no one was around when he exited out the sewers into a back alley in Iziz.

The elegance of the maneuver was…lacking, surely. But the result couldn’t be denied. It worked and that was all that mattered.

After emerging, Aron smelt his clothes and, while he couldn’t smell the sewer, he felt…unclean. Immediately, he went to a nearby house and looked inside. Seeing no one, he used the force to unlock the door and went inside, finding clothing to replace his with and better blend in to the populace.

Once he was suitably dressed, and got over the lack of taste of the person he had robbed, he left the house and proceeded towards the rally point his team had decided on and because of his delay, everyone was already there waiting for him.

“We were starting to think you hadn’t made it….are….are you wearing different clothes?”
One of them had asked, and Aron shook his head and closed his eyes in frustration,

“Don’t ask.” He said. Another soldier was a few feet away talking to a local and walked back over, “Hey, glad to see you made it,” he said to Aron before continuing, “That guy just told me the Imps are collecting civvies from their occupied sector and bringing them to the Palace courtyard. They don’t know why, but it can’t be good.”

Aron wondered for a moment, running his hand through his hair, “Yeah, I doubt it’s anything nice…well….thats where we need to go, then.” He said with a nod and the men returned it. “We’re going to have to travel a bit lighter. Blaster pistols and thermals.” One of the soldiers said, “They’re going to spot any rifles we have.”

“Yeah… okay. Stash them nearby, somewhere we can get to them fast if we have to. Let’s get to the courtyard, go quiet, go alone. Don’t group up.” Aron said, and everyone nodded in agreement.

They broke away and Aron found his way to a nearby line of stormtroopers and people. “What’s going on! You can’t do this!” He said, playing up his accent, “Congratulations you’re invited too.” The stormtrooper said before bashing him with his rifle and throwing him in the line.

Aron offered some token resistance as he shuffled along, and continued towards the Courtyard.

Once inside, they were shuffled along and placed in rows facing the palace as Stormtroopers walked through and picked a handful at random. Aron watched as one of his men was picked, and shuffled along to the front, placed along the wall with nine other seemingly civilians.

He looked around, concern on his face, for the rest of his men but in the crowd he didn’t see any. He didn’t know what to do, and his breath began to quicken as the storm troopers opposite the people raised their blasters and took aim.

“No…” he whispered quietly as the order was given….

And the people dropped.

“NO!” He screamed, his yell drowned out in the chorus of screams as the people began to panic. Some tried to run, pushed back and beaten by Stormtroopers…but none ran forward.

None but Aron. Who began pushing his way past the panicking masses, rushing as fast as he could towards his fallen comrade.

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Tomb of Freedon Nadd, DXUN, Onderon System.
Allies: Knights of Ren Cairan Shannon
Enemies: Jedi: Joran Olan Liorra
Equipment: Black Imperial Knight Armor/Robes, Crossguard Lightsaber.
Objective: 3

Detritus would further be drawn as he wandered with his Knights until he was met with several paths separating from the other. He was at a lost as to which path to take, the more he reached out with the Shadow he could feel the Dark Side reaching back to him. It was coming from all directions, making it no easy task as to where Nadd's final secrets laid to rest. Before he could even suggest the idea of his Knights splitting up, was he then greeted by the sights of a emerald blade emerging from the darkness of the central path. The Master of Ren narrowed his yellow eyes towards the old man that appeared before him, and not only that was the sights of a Mandalorian with him. Not just any Mandalorian, but one that blazed with the Force, and for an instant there was a sense of familiarity, yet Detritus couldn't tell. This Beskar clad warrior was of no relation to him, nor a friend, but appeared to be an obstacle along with the old man next to her with his green blade alight amongst the darkness.


A mechanical growl sounded through the vocoder of the helmet. Detritus was not pleased, but he was enveloped by the Shadow itself all around the stones of the tomb. All around him, where he stood he could feel the dark side empowering him. The dark side at the same time was causing a bloodlust to rise that mixed with his irritation. Detritus sounded almost friendly to his foes at first, if there wasn't that murderous aura that was escalating all around him. He stepped forward slowly, addressing the two. "Who are you to deny me, Infidel? Whatever secrets this tomb holds will be mine. If you will not simply step aside, then there is only one way to handle apostates such as you. Those that reject his path shall face his retribution swiftly." He said his convictions showing, as what followed his words was the crackled snap of his saber. "All who reject his path shall be made examples of the Ren." He would say with a vicious growl, his saber raised, the orange blade crackled with an unstable energy. It's blade unique unlike any had witnessed before.

"Knights you are released!" Detritus would let out a strong command for his Knights to attack his foes. "Show this old man the error to his ways." He would say as the group of dark siders would disperse against his foe. Detritus would find himself narrowing his gaze on the Mandalorian. A fight that truly had peeked his interests, and was ready to crush her by any means be it the shadow or the magicks of Dathomir. He lowered his weapon to his side, the blade facing backwards, both hands on the hilt as the orange blade crackled like a burning fire would. His stance shifted to an offensive one ready to unleash power strikes upon his enemy. Eyeing the Beskad in her hands he inched closer. Then at last Detritus would make his move. With a roar he brought the weapon two handed upwards. Opening with a flurry of power strikes, he wished to demonstrate the immense strength he wielded in an attempt to knock her off balance so early into the fight. He was determined to gain the secrets of Nadd's tomb through whatever obstacles lay upon his path.​

 

[Darth Apophion]

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OBJECTIVE 3: THE DARKNESS WITHIN
ALLIES: DARK EMPIRE
ENEMIES: GA, JEDI, Grisha Fletch

The mission was clear, yet veiled in layers of complexity befitting the Sith's intricate designs. The Dark Empire, a burgeoning power in the galaxy, sought to consolidate its might by reclaiming the lost artifacts and wisdom entombed with Freedon Nadd, an ancient Sith Lord whose power had once dominated the very stars. Yet the Jedi stood in their way. Apophion, after seeing the Ashlan Crusade lay waste to the Sith Worlds, decided to join this expedition himself and fight the forces of Light.

As the Sith and Knights of Ren pushed their way through the jungle, the cacophony of alien life forms and the rustle of foliage underfoot served as a constant reminder of Dxun's untamed nature. The moon had been a sanctuary for Sith acolytes and a graveyard for the arrogant; its history was etched in the ruins that lay hidden beneath its verdant shroud.

The tomb of Freedon Nadd loomed ahead, a monolith of dark stone that pierced the jungle's heart like a dagger. Its architecture was a blend of menace and majesty, with spires that clawed at the sky and bas-reliefs depicting scenes of Sith triumphs and rituals. The air around the tomb crackled with the latent energy of the dark side, a beacon to those sensitive to its call.

Apophion had advanced alone by himself, shielding his presence in the force so he could not be sensed. His senses, finely honed to the nuances of the dark side, detected the approach of a GDF platoon, a contingent of elite soldiers led by what appeared to be three Jedi. There were too many at this moment for Apophion to confront directly. He melded with the shadows, his presence a mere whisper in the Force, as he devised a plan to disrupt the GDF platoon and its Jedi leaders.

Using the jungle to his advantage, Apophion reached out with the Force, his will touching upon a nearby nest of Dxunian reptavian beasts called Skreevs, creatures known for their ferocity and territorial nature. With a subtle manipulation, he agitated the beasts, sending them into a frenzy that would act as the perfect distraction. Hidden and shrouded, the raptor beasts would not find Apophion but Grisha and his platoon of soldiers...

 

[Cairan Shannon]

Location: Dxun
Tags: Detritus Ren | Joran Olan | Liorra
Equipment: Lightsaber​

There was silence. Then there was chaos.

An unknown foe had approached. An unknown foe had made threats towards the Knights of Ren. An unknown foe made attempts to stop them from achieving their destiny. An unknown foe had attempted to stop the Knights of Ren from making it to the depths of the tomb. An example was to be made of him, and Cairan had absolutely no issues making an example out of an old man.

The Butcher had listened as Jin Kyrel spoke, offering a sick and twisted grin from behind the leader of the Knights of Ren. He drew the metalic tube from his hip, thumbing the activation switch and allowing the currupted crystal to activate it's crimson plasma blade. With a noise, Cairan was holding his activated weapon, and he was pointing it towards the Jedi who dared to interupt them.

Whilst the leader of the Knights dealt with the Mandalorian problem, Cairan made the decision to target the old man. He seemed weak enough, but Cairan didn't doubt his potential. The force could provide even the oldest fossil with power and abilities that many wouldn't expect, that many would find unnatural. The force was an amazing tool in the right hands.

Cairan looked down the blade of his lightsaber, and let out a second twisted grin.

"You dare. You dare to threaten us? Today, of all days. When we achieve glory! You dare to threaten us!"

He was shouting by the time he had finished. He charged the older Jedi, not even taking up a ready stance. He didn't want his the Jedi opponent to determine what style he had adopoted. He just lunged towards the man, striking crimson against emerald. The raw power of Djem-So would be unleashed, with Cairan attempting to force momentum of the fight to bend towards himself.

Crimson continued to strike emerald, with Cairan attempting to press the older Jedi back into the tunnel. Cairan wanted momentum, although Djem-So was a great form that provided just as much defensive protection as offensive abilities. He would quite happily fall back onto his defensive abilities and wait to push the counter attack if needed.

"Do me an honour, old man. Tell me your name before you die. I want the absolute joy of telling your family I got to strike you down"

 

[Grisha Fletch]

OBJECTIVE 3: THE DARKNESS WITHIN
Allies: TBA
Enemies: Darth Apophion

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When they came, there was only a moment's warning. Lethal intent, feral and malicious pulsated in the force as the sound of leathen wings filled the thick night air. They were monsters, terrible and hungry, with wings that cast shadows in the moonlight. They went for the soldiers first.

"Contacts high!" A woman's voice called, synthesized and metallic as her helmet broadcasted her warning loudly to the rest of the platoon. Weapons turned skyward, but too late. Screams cut through the night, blasterfire joining the chorus seconds later. The rabid Skreevs took two, then three, then more. The troops gave vicious answer, blasters punching through their assailants. Half of Grisha's blade came to life in a flash of gold, Renth's in blue, Janna's in green, but as they moved, more came.

One dived down, claws outstretched, lunging for him. Grisha blade came up in a flash, a smooth flourish taking the hands at their wrists, another splitting its chest. He turned as the dying beast fell to pieces, forward momentum carrying it past him as another came down on him with its jaws gnashing hungrily for his throat. The blade spun around, and the beam of golden energy swung up and through the Skreev, this one Grisha grabbed with the force before it could collapse, and yanked it in the way of the next.

He cut apart one, then another, then the next, until there was only silence, the hum of his saber, and the distant cries of the jungle's other creatures. Grisha was alone, where moments before he had been one among many. Some were dead, others missing their presence in the force fading as the distance between they and Grisha grew exponentially.

His breathing was hard, but controlled, the ignited blade of his pike painting him in its golden glow as he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, and cast a glance back at the looming monolith. Grisha Fletch's eyes narrowed into a glare at the tomb, as though it were responsible for the wiles of the beasts that surrounded it. Then he sensed it, close, but impossible to pinpoint - darkness, potent and concentrated. It was not the planet, or the jungle, or the tomb, it was a man.

The Jedi was not as alone as he'd thought.

 

[Atin Tracinya]

En Route to Iziz, Onderon
Objective 1: Defend Iziz
Jenn Kryze | Anna Carden | Zark San Tekka | Veylin Torque | Khaostra Devoid
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"Copy that, Jetii. I'm bringing back-up. En route." Atin reported back to Master San Tekka, his voice muffled to those around him by his helmet's dampeners. Around him, other Mandalorians, his people, beat their fists to their beskar-clad chest, the rhythmic clatter a drumbeat of war as they assembled in the hangars.

Jenn Kryze. A name Atin had heard uttered more than once from those in the Enclave. When she'd left her people for the Alliance, Atin did not know, nor did he know how to feel about following her orders. But she brought Anna to him, an act he felt indebted to the alor for. "Oya manda!" Atin shouteed alongside the others.

Atin turned to Anna, tapping her shoulder with his fist before looking at the other Mandalorians that would be following him down to Iziz. "Mount up, vod! There's dar'jetii that need killing!"

He felt her presence behind him before he heard her, the Alor of Clan Kryze. "Su cuy'gar," Atin returned with a nod, turning to face the woman. "I had orders to be here anyways. Vor entye. For the ride." The whine of Atin's blaster joined a chorus of others. "Why fight with jetii?" Atin asked. "I was disgraced, owe the oya'la entye. Your clan doesn't, so why?" Why give up everything that Atin had thought he wanted for himself?

 

[Ayhan]

Location: The Badlands, Onderon
Objective 2: Raid Imperial Convoys
Steed: Dalgo
Allies: Brak'rra 'Red Scar' | B1-173 "Omar" | Mahsa | @Others
Hostiles: Kurineth Cull | @OtherScum
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They'd not had long to prepare. Days only. Days before the Dark Empire arrived and took Onderon for its own. Days to ingratiate themselves with the scattered beast clans, to rally them for war. Hera Vahr, Ayhan's master, had been one of the few Jedi sent to speak with the clans, and naturally Ayhan had gone with here. At first, the clan had resisted, refused to work with Jedi, the Alliance, or their fellow Onderonians. But when the Empire finally arrived, Star Destroyers overhead, and rolling tanks through their homes, the beast clans rallied. A common enemy seemed to be a powerful uniting force.

But that had left Ayhan to take a crash course on how to ride a dalgo. After only a couple of days, Ayhan still felt a little unsteady on the back of the beast, but he'd settle in soon enough, as he and a number of others who'd since arrived watched the Imperial vehicles from atop the valley slowly roll on by, thick clouds of dust billowing high into the sky behind them. "Everyone in position?" Hera's voice came over the comlink. "Aurek team, In position," Ayhan reported in as several others began to sound off as well. This was it.

With everyone reporting in, the greenlight was given. The thunder of hooves echoed through the valley as the assault began. Ayhan and his team dove down the valley wall, pincering the convoy between themselves and another group attacking from the other side. Bright red bolts of plasma zipped past, and the snap-hiss of Ayhan's lightsaber igniting made the dust around them glow with golden light as he swatted back a blaster bolt at a trooper. Fully engaged with the convoy, Ayhan lifted his saber high into the air, and circled it around his head like a lasso, a signal for stage two.

 

[Brak'rra 'Red Scar']

Objective Two.

Allies: Ayhan Mahsa | Open
Hostiles : Open

Brak'rra waited patiently for the signal to initiate the ambush. As he scrutinized the surroundings through a pair of macrobinoculars, the true scale of the conflict became evident. In the distance, beyond the convoy, a faint glimpse of a lightsaber caught Brak'rra's attention. Interpreting it as a cue, he seized the opportunity to open fire on the convoy, aiming to divert their focus and create an opening for what he assumed were his allies in this conflict.

Pointing his heavy repeater towards the convoy, Brak'rra released a burst of bolts. His intention was not necessarily to cause casualties but to disrupt and flush any Imperials out of their cover. Manipulating his com-link, a series of grunts and growls translated into a message through the universal translator he had invested in: "To the Alliance, this is Brak'rra, providing covering fire."

 

[Dagge Krudar]

175th Chandrila Naval Task Force​

Battlegroup Kenobi​

Triumph Class A-601 Main Battlecruiser ANS Whirlwind ANS Liberty's Array ANS Montorr ANS Kellin ANS Colls ANS Sinbad​

Declaration Class D-100 Starfighter Cruiser ANS Blotus ANS Mollo II ANS Greylock II ANS Furlow III​

Nebulon L2 - Class Escort Frigate ANS Selziro | ANS Guose​

Blissex-class Assault Frigate Mk III ANS Jumbo | ANS Prema​

Madine Class Patrol Frigate ANS Locket ANS Monsoon ANS Addle ANS Fiery​

Fleet Starfighter Cores F-29 Fortress Bomber E-Wing Multi-Role Starfighter LRS-B W-Wing Heavy Strike Bomber RZ-5 Crynyd-series A-wing Interceptor​

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The Senior Command Staff of the ANS Whirlwind watched as streams of data flooded the tactical screens, revealing a myriad of information such as weapon strength; shielding rate, maneuverability and speed statistics, and even the location of
the 175th Naval Task Force and the Imperial Remnant's Fleet in the orbital boundary of Onderon. A quick analysis of the data painted quite a grim picture for the Galactic Alliance, with the Imperial Forces overpowering them by a ratio of 10 to 1 in terms of concentrated firepower that they could bring to the forefront at any one point in time during the engagement.

"Commodore Ideon, Sir!, we've internally secured our communication line with the other vessels in the formation. We are awaiting your orders on how to proceed." Lieutenant Maran's gentle voice could be heard as she double-checked the information with the communication officers. She appeared to be a young officer, recently graduated from the naval academy, and likely unfamiliar with the realities of space warfare. "Tell me, Lieutenant. We've picked up a new battle cruiser on our long range scanners. Have we not?" A leading question from the Commodore but one of vital importance in teaching the next generation naval tactics through actual physical observation instead of simulated events and scenarios.

"Yes, Sir. Its signature is quite faint on our scanners but they definitely show a large object - There is no information available about its capabilities and it is certainly not within our naval records on coruscant" The Lieutenant replied with a straight face - answering the inquiry with no difficulty. It would seem that the Remnants of the Empire had a new toy on the battlefield; one never before encountered by the Galactic Alliance until now over Onderon. With no information available abouts its strengths and weaknesses and no tactical studies done on Coruscant to defeat it, there was naturally some hesitation on the Commodore's part in engaging such a formidable force without proper preparation.

"Right, since we do not yet understand the destructive power of their new battle cruiser - we must utilize tactics that disguise our own strength while scouting their line for kinks." It would be foolish to charge straight into battle without considering the Imperial Force ahead of them, most Imperial Star Destroyers could only bring long range firepower in a vertical direction leaving them vulnerable against broadside offensives. The Commodore had little time to debate further strategies as there was no telling if another battle group was heading to reinforce the Blockade.

There was a glance shared between the Senior Command Staff as the 175th Naval Task Force advanced ahead at a slower pace than normal. "Send out 4 squadrons of starfighters and 2 squadrons of bombers and position them here, here, here and here along the orbital boundary. Since they have not advanced, they are likely testing our own strength. And so we shall use Space Denial to force the enemy to overestimate our numbers." The tactic was solid for the most part, as the Imperial Commander had not yet realized that the Alliance Task Force was considerably smaller than the Imperial Blockade, and so had not pressed his advantage.

As the order was issued - four squadrons of E-Wing Multi-Role Starfighter and two squadrons of F-29 Fortress Bomber's would advance from the hangers and spread out across the orbital boundary. Just enough to let them be picked up by the Imperial Scouts sent to estimate their strength. It would seem like the Alliance Force was all over the place instead of concentrated in one spot like they currently were.

Race Tolsen ​

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• Alliance Task Force is advancing very slowly towards the Imperial Blockade
• Four Squadrons of E-Wing Multi-Role Starfighters and Two Squadrons of 5-29 Fortress Bombers would advance to act as decoys

 

[Valut Amanya]

Zark San Tekka
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They moved so quickly. Like blazing white ants, the soldiers -- stormtroopers, they were called -- ran forward with abandon. He could make no sense of them; they were a thousand little cuts and flakes on the earth, a slow abrasion against this place. This world's landscape had been altered radically by its people. Now it was being altered radically by another people.

But they did not have the vision for the change to come. Neither did their paltry resistors. The destruction sown was reckless and wasteful, but what was being preserved was even more pathetic.

Even among ants, though, were there curiosities. Valut had been allowed to "accompany" a squadron of these stormtroopers. Their advance had been stopped by some locals, and a Jedi who teemed with the Light at their helm.

As the ants fell, the Shard glided forward, drawing from them their fading lives, which coalesced into a golden glow in the palm of his hand. Everything here moved so quickly. So, he focused on one thing at a time.

"Jedi! This will be less painful for you if you surrender now."

 

[Joseph Torson]

O P E R A T I O N_N I G H T F A L L
Objective : Crush the Beast Rider Resistance

FINAL DAWN - DARK EMPIRE
ONDERON, INNER RIM

When the Final Dawn moved in to join the forces of the Dark Empire in suppressing the Onderonian Resistance after the initial Imperial Occupation of the Inner Rim World, they had done so with the intent of utterly crushing the opposition and ensure that they could not regroup and reorganize in order to further undermine the operations of the larger Dark Empire here. While Imperial Forces dealt with the local insurgency on Iziz, Joseph Torson and the Red Right Hand had been tasked with leading a joint Final Dawn-Scar Hounds Operation in taking out the Beast Rider Clans that had been harassing Imperial Convoys returning to Iziz with Raw Materials and Supplies in one decisive strike.

The Plan for this operation was quite simple : A large convoy consisting of Imperial Vehicles and Transports would be arranged to traverse an area of the Onderonian Badlands where the Beast Riders were known to be active, which on paper would be carrying more Raw Materials and Supplies to Iziz but in reality would instead be carrying an entire Battalion of Neo-Imperial Brutetroopers. Once the Beast Riders would strike against the Convoy, the Brutetroopers would quickly move in to engage them supported by the Scar Hounds and their Mechanical and Organic Mounts, forcing the Beast Riders into a protracted and lengthy battle. However what the Beast Riders did not know was that the Final Dawn had yet one more trick up their sleeve which when utilized would most likely turn the tides in favor of the Final Dawn and the Scar Hounds and inflict a total decisive defeat on the Beast Riders.

For too long, too many factions and individuals had openly mocked the Final Dawn dismissing them as merely an insignificant power that could easily be pushed around and undermined. Now it was time the Final Dawn reminded them what they were truly capable of and how delusional they truly were.

TK-6975
VH-280 KODIAK ISV | STORMTROOPER ARMOR | ND40 KASE BLASTER REPEATER
8/8 VH-280 KODIAK ISVs | 10/10 Reman IFVs | 22/22 MT-BTRs
656/656 NEO-IMPERIAL BRUTETROOPERS
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From inside his Kodiak ISV at the center of the Imperial Convoy, Major TK-6975 was glued to the screen of the holomap observing the movements of the 40-Vehicle convoy that advanced through the narrow road of the Onderonian Badlands. The Convoy itself was split into two rows of 20 Vehicles each with each Vehicle keeping a considerable distance from one another in order to prevent the convoy from being jammed once the anticipated Beast Rider Ambush would arrive. In total these 40 Vehicles and Transports we're carrying 656 Final Dawn Neo-Imperial Brutetroopers whom we're all currently safety seated within their Vehicles/Transports readying themselves for the battle that would soon come. In the days prior to their arrival here at Onderon, the Brutetrooper Battalion had spent days relentlessly preparing for this task, eager to see combat once more against the Insurgent Forces and possible Alliance Reinforcements.

"Keep an eye out for possible Insurgents and Marauders. This place is filled with them so we don't want to get caught off-guard." TK-6975 ordered to his staff, before opening the hatch on the top of the ISV to take a quick view of the surrounding terrain. As he moved to take a look at the convoy ahead of him, a sudden explosion rang out as the two MT-BTRs at the front of the Convoy struck what seemed to be mines planted by the enemy with TK-6975 only getting a glimpse of the resulting explosion. Quickly returning back within his ISV, TK-6975 quickly took one other look at the holomap displaying the current situation with the entire Convoy's advance having now grinded to a halt.

"Seems like the Beast Riders planted explosions on the Road, the two Transports at the front are disabled but mostly intact." One the troopers said. Almost immediately the sound of blaster fire and the thunder of hooves could be heard, indicating that the Insurgents had made their move. "All Troopers dismount and take cover between the Vehicles and Transports. All Vehicles and Transports, weapons free. We must keep those Insurgents at bay" TK-6975 ordered. "Contact, Captain Torson and inform him that we've engaged the Beast Rider Insurgents." TK-6975 added.

As TK-6975 ordered, the rest of the Battalion quickly began to dismount from their Vehicles and Transports taking cover between them as they prepared to face their foes, with the Vehicles and Transports rotating their non-fixed weapons in order to unleash hell upon the enemy. As suddenly as the battle began, Ayhan 's Force of Cavalry would soon find themselves under heavy fire from both Brutetroopers and MT-BTRs the latter of which began to unleash their autocannons along with their missile launchers and grenade launchers upon his forces in order to break their charge all-together before they could even reach the Convoy. At the same time Brak'rra 'Red Scar' would soon begin to face heavy fire as one of the MT-BTRs would lock onto him and begin firing their autocannons at him hoping to take him out as he supported Ayhan's Calvalry. With the front portion of the Convoy now locked in battle, the rest of the convoy would begin bracing themselves, with all Brutetroopers having taken cover behind their Vehicles and Transports ready to fight off the Beast Riders that would dare to go against them.

Tags [Friendlies] | Kurineth Cull | Thomas Barran | Ibaris Varanin | Hex | Keilara Kala'myr
Tags [Hostile] | Anakwor Farlorn | B1-173 "Omar" | Ayhan | Mahsa | Brak'rra 'Red Scar' | Vulpesen ​

 

[Darth Apophion]

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OBJECTIVE 3: THE DARKNESS WITHIN
ALLIES: DARK EMPIRE
ENEMIES: GA, JEDI, Grisha Fletch


As the raptor beasts surged forth from the underbrush, their cries shattering the deceptive calm of Dxun's jungle, the GDF platoon found itself ensnared in a battle for which it was ill-prepared. The elite soldiers, trained for combat in myriad environments, suddenly faced an enemy that fought not with blasters or tactics, but with primal ferocity.

Darth Apophion observed the unfolding drama, his presence obscured by the dark side of the Force. His eyes watched, cold and calculating as the platoon of enemy soldiers was shattered. Swarm by beasts the soldiers scattered, trying to regroup elsewhere. The female Twi'lek Jedi, Renth, stood slightly apart and for a brief moment, she was separated from the group.

Without warning, Darth Apophion, unseen until that moment, burst from his hiding spot. The Sith's lightsaber activated, and he thrust his red lightsaber at the Twi'lek exposed back. As he moved the dark will of the Force seemed to coalesce around Apophion, guiding his hand. Renth was helpless, despite her training her focus was on the beasts of the jungle and not the Sith Lord who stalked her. Apophion's red lightsaber burst through her heart, killing her instantly.

The jungle fell silent for a heartbeat.

Apophion stood over Renth, his figure a dark silhouette against the jungle's verdant backdrop.

The Sith's position was now given away by the red glow of his lightsaber, his gaze turned and spotted the Jedi Grisha in the jungle. His boot smashed the Twi'lek Jedi's lightsaber. The punishment for a Jedi trespassing on the grounds of ancient Sith temples was death. Apophion said nothing to the Jedi. The invitation of challenge lay before him dead in the dirt.

 

[Akhuul Sautra]

Tags:

• Allies: ---
• Enemies: Jonyna Si

Location: Upper Chambers of the Tomb of Freedon Nadd, Moon of Duxn, Onderon
Equipment: In Bio
Objective: 3 - The Dark Within

Things were still going smoothly. The relics of knowledge proceeded to be delivered as far as I was aware. I walked into one smaller chamber that I felt a drawing sensation originate from. The dark whispers continued. It almost was as if they would get louder. A stone door was all that stood between me, and likely something that would create the centerpiece of the collection I would gain from this place. My clawed hand reached out to open it, all the while chaos seemed to have erupted in other chambers.

Then, I felt through my connection to my retinue. Something has begun attacking the slaves. Signals to my cognitive center kept coming as one slave was destroyed. I could only hope my minions were not completely destroyed. I would have to make things quick in order to obtain this artifact that seemed to quite literally speak to me. The door slid open, and it appeared to be a smaller tomb chamber. Very clearly, this was not the chamber for Freedon Nadd. Very likely this is the place of rest for guardians of sorts. At the center of the chamber, there was a capsule marked with numerous runes that appeared similar to ancient Sith glyphs, yet were modified to a degree that I would have to spend some time deciphering them once I returned to Sautra Vokh.

I grabbed the capsule in my free hand. As my hand got closer, the whispering got louder and quicker. I would touch it, and then the whispering ceased. The dead in the numerous sarcophagi along the walls seemed to not awaken. If I could manage to sneak back to this place afterwards, considering the cultists and Jedi did not destroy it in their battle, I would certainly examine the corpses, and maybe even the main burial chamber. All in due time, however. Such pursuits would have to wait longer than I had hoped with my servants in danger. I quickly walked back to the shuttle using the side-passages as to avoid brining attention from the battle starting to happen. So far, it appeared as if the younger beings were shouting ideals at the other in challenge. After all these years, I found it all too humorous to see them as children.

Meanwhile, at the dropship. As one of the slaves was cut down by the lightsaber wielding warrior, the soldiers soon registered the presence of a threat, and began opening fire. Large beams of red energy careened over to the interloper's position. Meanwhile, the slaves behaved like colony insects, as they loaded the relics on the shuttle without any registration of a threat or their compatriot nearly being destroyed. On the ground, the slave that was cut down, though a shred of self preservation still intact in its severely limited psyche, began initiating the process of maintenance. Small tendrils of the Derumium that makes up its body began to reach out between the severed parts. With it happening on its own, to such a small soul, the process was incredibly slow. However, through this, they were not fully destroyed.

The corridor would end, and I was greeted by the night sky, the sounds of horrid beasts in the wilderness, and the sounds of a small battle taking place where I left the shuttle. Rage filled me, and the glow of my chassis became brighter as my anger grew. My eyes peered through the shadows, where I saw Jedi scum trying to destroy my slaves. The soldiers appeared to be holding this petulant intruder at bay. They would stop firing upon me getting close. I would silently signal them to resume the attack, and to have the slaves keep loading the shuttle and prepare it for launch. I would activate my war staff, with it humming to life and emanating the same crimson red glow as my body did. I silently walked up to the clearing. I felt no need to speak to this idealist filth. I used my rage, channeled the very essence of my being, and shot lightening out from behind the interloper in a flanking maneuver.

 

[Liorra]

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Words were exchanged and intents were made, Liorra became acutely aware of Detritus Ren along with his rather brilliantly colored lightsaber. Facing him down, Lio maintained a steady gaze through the t-shaped visor of her helmet. As Detritus lowered his weapon, orange blade crackling like a burning fire. She readied herself for the impending clash. Her beskad was an extension of her training in the lightsaber forms; Ataru and Shii-Cho. The blade felt like a familiar weight in her hands, with a swift, yet controlled movement she braced herself for the offensive onslaught.

Detritus' intentions to crush her, whether through shadows or magicks, didn't go unnoticed. Liorra met his challenge with calm determination as he eyed her beskad. The dark sider inched closer with an intent to intimidate. Lio stood her ground, channeling the discipline instilled in her through years of training. As Detritrus roared and brought his two-handed weapon upwards, initating a flurry of power strikes. Lio responded to each one with agility and precision. Parrying and dodging the strikes, she aimed not just to defend herself but to turn the momentum of the fight to her advantage.

With a controlled grace, she sought to counter Detritus' aggression, and aimed to exploit any openings in his offensive barrage. Liorra's focus did not waver and she was determined to prove that her skills with the Beskad, coupled with her Jedi training, were a formidable force against any adversary. Yet, as their blades clashed, and flashes of orange ignited against the Mandalorian's sword. Liorra couldn't help but keep the word, the name, Ren, in her mind. It sounded, very familiar to her and as they fought, a realization hit; her mother had once been a Knight of Ren.

Allies: Joran Olan
Opponents: Cairan Shannon ​

 

[Grisha Fletch]

OBJECTIVE 3: THE DARKNESS WITHIN
Allies: TBA
Enemies: Darth Apophion
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It would've been normal to be angry, to be stricken with sorrow and laden with grief. The Dark Side should've stirred around the white-robed Jedi, shadowy fingers grabbing for his soul. But Grisha was unshaken, he looked down at Renth, and quietly muttered a prayer for their soul's peaceful journey into becoming one with the Force. His eyes lifted up to the Sith, and finally he felt the stir of anger, but it left as soon as it came. There was no room for distraction, or the weakness of the dark.

Renth had been a good person. The stranger would die for that.

His hand went to his back, and Grisha pulled forth the mask of the Temple Guard. He'd been permitted to keep it along with the rest of the symbols of his former station, but until now, it had felt almost wrong to Don it again. Those small concerns too were distractions, and as the mask slid over his features, the world came into focus.

At least this one wasn't talking, Grisha had been raised on the stories of the inane babbling of the Maw, and the Sith Empire which preceded the current iteration. Lunatics with lightsabers, slaves to their own insanity. This one pulsated with power, but it seemed restrained, controlled, predictable. He could handle that, he had to, his mind refused to look at the situation any other way.

The Knight exhaled a breath he'd forgotten he was holding, his hand tightening around the hilt humming golden saber as he shifted his weight and sunk into a ready stance. He drew in, then moved.

His open hand shot out, the force spreading from his fingers and grasping a dozen different stones, sticks, and claws hewn from monstrous hands, then flung them at the Sith at a blistering speed. Grisha didn't wait for impact, shooting forward in the wake of the projectiles. Both hands clasped the pike, blade raised high and to his right as he closed in, swinging down recklessly as he let out a war cry.

Grisha ignited the second blade in an instant, halting his momentum and drawing back the high strike, and instead slashing from below with the second blade. He'd won a dozen practice duels with the simple feint, he already knew this encounter wouldn't be one.

But he hoped it would anyway.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Objective One
Allies: Jedi
Engaging: Akhuul Sautra
Equipment: See Bio, Jonyna's Full Normal Loadout​

First the blaster bolts came. The Guradian armor under her coat would handle that, though Jonyna was quick to defend her face, and reflect a few bolts of red energy with her saber, Lucy. Then she noticed the self repairing droids. That's annoying... "You guys just don't know how to die, do ya?" She unleashed a bolt of golden lightning at the self-repairing droid in an attempt to put it down. She couldn't have these guys getting the artifacts...

Then came the lightning. Jonyna had dealt with it so many times now, she could hear it before it hit her, and in a burst of unnatural speed, she drew Liz, the lightning arcing to the blade and seemingly disappearing into the blade.

"...I take it you're the boss of this operation." Jonyna snarled, "Alright buddy, I got a little present for you."

With a swing of her blade in the direction of the shuttle, golden lightning shot back, just as strong as the bolts set at her originally. She figured, if she could disable the shuttle, she could prevent him from escaping with his new toys.

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Nathan led the group of ragged survivors as cautiously as he could through wreckage, the imperials were tightening their grip through Iziz and he still had not discovered a safe way of evacuating or even hiding them.

So it was really bad when the three black robed Ren Knights appeared, flanked by multiple storm troopers.

But still...there were three of them. And they had stormtrooper support. Evidently his capacity for killing enemy personnel had reached certain ears.

"Jedi! You cannot escape!" The Knight of Ren in charge barked at him. "Surrender! And these insurgents you foolishly expend energy for will be treated fairly."

"Lies." Nathan replied simply, even as he felt more stormtroopers cover him from the Rooftops as he went into the Niman opening.

"We sense great power in you Jedi. Power that could be made to serve the Rebirth."

"There is no such thing, False Sith. You speak heresy." Nathan spat.

"Fool! You are surrounded!" The Knight of Ren hissed, activating his lightsaber.

"And you are surrounded by The Force!" Nathan shouted back.

"FIRE!" The Leader shouted.

Nathan concentrated just as the stormtroopers fired, and teleported himself and the group above one of the empty rooftops, where they fell to the ground rather hard.

It would have been a suicide move trying to engage that many.

Nathan was already cutting a hole through the roof to get below.

"Follow me." He ordered the others as he jumped down. It was an apartment complex.

His duty on the field, even if it compromised himself, was to guard civilians.

"That probably bought us maybe a few minutes at most." He explained as they all dropped down. "We won't have long until they come for us.

He perked his head up.

"The Knights know where we are." He said. "They'll send soldiers to surround the perimeter. Then they'll go in with their best troops and try to deliver a knockout blow."

"What do we do?" one of them asked.

"Use this space against them, and try not to be killed." Nathan answered bluntly, going into empty apartments.

"Search for something to use. We got one minute, tops..."

Nathan found an abandoned double barrel shotgun, break action. He checked it and inspected the shells. They worked. Better than nothing.

"When will these populations learn to start stockpiling Sonic Weapons?" he muttered as he waited for the approaching attack force, grim faced as he watched out of a window for them.

 

[Mahsa]

Location: The Badlands, Onderon
Objective 2: Raid Imperial Convoys
Mount: Rupert the Ruping

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Everything had devolved so rapidly, a whirlwind of issues and situations one right after another, that she still had a hard time believing only a couple of days had passed by since their arrival. The familiar chaos around them had almost felt like home, and that thought alone had rattled the young padawan the most as she’d desperately tried to ignore it.

The efforts of various Jedi, the likes of Ioti Jigora and Hera Vahr among them, had finally borne fruit when the Empire had struck—and the alliance with the beast clans had opened a new path that she’d never thought about until then. Rupings were creatures she’d never heard of until their arrival to Onderon, but she’d been inexplicably drawn to one of their kin who had accepted the young girl as their rider.

While Ayhan had spent his time learning how to ride and fight from his dalgo on the ground Mahsa had found herself on a training regimen that she could only assume was close to that of pilots. The biggest hurdle in her way had been getting used to how easily interchangeable up and down were in the sky, but the newfound sense of freedom it had brought had been a big motivator for the young padawan to rapidly figure her shit out.

"Ready for today?" A hand gently caressed the taut orange hide of her companion, earning a warbling sound as the ruping turned their head sideways. Two light green eyes looked at her expectantly, before closing in comfort as the padawan softly scratched them under the chin.

They all sounded off one by one when Hera’s voice came to life through their comlink, nerves rapidly rising as a pair of golden eyes swept through the scenery down below. She quickly spotted him among the dalgo riders, her small hands gripping the reins of her ruping tightly as they waited for their cue. Red bolts of plasma quickly peppered the incoming cavalry who parried most of them successfully, though a few of the riders had been unfortunate enough to have a leg of their beasts caught as they stumbled onto the awaiting reddish sands below.

A sigh of relief escaped her as the dust cloud settled and she spotted the Firronthix still atop his steed, the golden lightsaber Ayhan held circling above him in the practiced sign she’d been waiting for. "That’s our cue!" Her legs firmly pressed against the ruping’s sides, feet gently nudging the creature who quickly scrambled upwards through the rock before flinging their body mass towards the open air around them before falling onto their assigned spot in the flight.

As the eyes in the sky their goal was different from those on the ground; locate the biggest hindrance for the advancement of their force and quickly deal with it before it could pose a lethal problem. "Aurek team, multiple infantry dismounted from the vehicles!" A sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach as the amount of Brutetroopers that poured out of the convoy far exceeded the conservative estimates talked about the night before.

"Let’s go, Rupert!" A firm tug at their reins caused her ruping to break off from their formation, circling towards the MT-BTR currently focused on Brak'rra 'Red Scar' . Her own lightsaber hissed to life as the ruping brought her close to the top mounted turret engaged with an ally, the pink energy beam caught against one of the thick cables and meeting some resistance before effectively slicing through it.

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Allies: Ayhan | B1-173 "Omar" | Brak'rra 'Red Scar' | @Others

Hostiles: Joseph Torson | Kurineth Cull | @Others​

 

[Onrai]

Orbital Space, BYOO
Cessair Ideon

A starship translated itself from the void of space to reality. Its hull was blackened with the fire of a dozen wars, and the ship itself seemed to practically teem with malevolent intent. A hail was opened to the ANS Whirlwind, audio only. Any attempt to visualize whatever was speaking to them on the other screen resulted in naught much more than an error.

"This is the Ablution, of the Void Irregular Fleet. I give you one chance and one chance only to disengage from your ill-fated defense of this system and save the lives of yourself and your crew from fates worse than death. Please, for your own safety, listen to what I say and withdraw."

Sensors would detect that around the egress zone of the Ablution into orbital space, potent anomalies had begun to manifest. What lay behind those anomalies was as of yet unseen and undisturbed, but it would likely make itself known soon were the Chandrilans to not yield the field.

Ships:
The Ablution - 2000m

 

[Romi Jade]

OBJECTIVE 3: THE DARKNESS WITHIN
TOMB OF FREEDON NADD
HEADING TOWARDS THE DXUN REFLEX POINT

*Takes place after her vision.

The dense jungles of Dxun stretched endlessly beneath the relentless canopy, shrouded in a perpetual twilight cast by the thick foliage. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth, and the constant hum of unseen creatures echoed through the thick vegetation. Mechanical devices, remnants of failed attempts to tame the jungle, lay scattered and corroded, succumbing to Dxun's relentless rain -- one almost couldn't tell them apart from the scattered rocks lodged in the soil.

In the shadow of ancient trees, a dark henge-like structure loomed, a relic of Dxun's mysterious past. Perched on a precipice overlooking the jungle, the structure's ancient stones bore the weight of countless ages, and the forgotten tunnels beneath whispered of secrets buried within the moon's core.

The imperial Remnant's sudden invasion had thrust Onderon into chaos, and the jungle moon became a focal point for both the New Sith Order and the Knights of Ren. Lady Tenebrae and her Twilight Fist cultists, in alliance with the Dark Empire, had identified Dxun as the resting place of the Dark Lord Freedon Nadd and a possible key that would lead them to their end goal.

A group of dark figures moved stealthily through the shadows, dragging a captive Jedi Master Romi Jade along with them. Blindfolded and stripped of her usual Force prowess, Romi stumbled through the muddy terrain, her senses dulled. She had been at the center of twisted feeding program on Dalna, used as a means to sustain a newly hatched Nameless until further notice - slowly drained of her Force energy. The group approached the ancient structure, guided by the twisted pathways of forgotten tunnels leading to Freedon Nadd's tomb.

Her breath heavily as she was pulled and push through the foliage, she had found her sphere sense perception had shrunk. All she could go was hold on to what faint connection she had left.

As they neared the ominous henge, the air grew heavier, and the sense of foreboding intensified. The flickering light struggled to penetrate the thick jungle, casting eerie shadows that danced across the group's path. The damp air carried whispers of the tomb's secrets, and the cultists, their faces obscured by dark robes, exchanged glances laden with anticipation.

With each step, the tension mounted, and the thrill of the unknown enveloped the scene. Dxun's jungle, fraught with danger and mystery, set the stage for a dark reunion.

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Tag: Darth Solipsis