Invasion Operation Shadowdance: TSE Invasion of NIO-held Muunilinst, Orinackra and Ord Thoden

[Albrecht F. Herlock]

Objective II : Rising Resistance
Location: On board of the Pride of Anaxes, Orinackra's debris field​

Equipment: uniform, custom-made blaster pistol, ceremonial sword, telescope



ALLIES | NIO | GA | SoM | SJC | NJO | Caarlyle Rausgeber | Trajan Fett | Jivim Vaak | Rexus Wenck | Commodore Curtis Rheardon | Gallius Orcana | Delvrarus Sanders | LT-137
ENEMIES | TSE | CIS | EE | Grand Moff Decimus | Kuben Woods | Alina Tremiru | Tranquility | Errix Feh'room | Seela Leini | Moff Drybis Lyken | Ingrid L'lerim | Calruss Shiman | Darth Banshee | The Amalgam

Anaxes Navy Task Force 58 composition:​

Name​	Class​	Status​	Commanding Officer​
X101 Pride of Anaxes (flagship)​	X100-class escort frigate​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Captain Albrecht Herlock​
X102 Audacious​	X100-class escort frigate​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Lieutenant Commander Julius E. Mannerheim​
X103 Courageous​	X100-class escort frigate​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Lieutenant Commander James Halsey​
CV-1 Foudroyant​	Foudroyant-class fleet carrier​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Commander Erika Richthofen​
Silencieux​	Stealth Corvette Silencieux​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Lieutenant Lucas Traumen​

Legend: comm in, comm out, ship's intercom and broadcast system, crew

"Sir, the Hayabusa squadrons have engaged hostilities with ennemy fighters!"

"Prepare for anti-air warfare!"

Herlock didn't expect this to happen. He thought he was going to find and engage combat against ships like corvettes and frigate. Suddenly, the Comms Officer turned towards him and said:

"Sir, Grand Admiral Rausgeber has ordered us to pull back behind his fleet. He will provide anti-air cover while we regroup."

"To all Task Force 58, this is the Pride of Anaxes. Call back your fighters, I repeat, call back your fighters. We will pull back behind Grand Admiral
Rausgeber's ships and regroup before launching another attack. Get back in battle line formation. Pride of Anaxes, over."

Soon, the five ships composing Herlock's Task Force got back in a battle line formation, with the carrier in the mddle of the line. All the starfighters were coming back to the ships, followed by Seela Leini 's fighters. The anti-air guns of the rear guard frigates Audacious and Courageous began firing, targeting the ennemy's small craft.

"Full speed ahead! Maintain our current course!"

"Aye Sir!"

 

[Varn Barakis]

Allies: NIO / GA / SJC
Enemies: TSE / Open
Tags: Kiara Ayres Bright4
Gear: Lightsaber, Silver Jedi Knight Plate

Nodding, Varn turned away from Kiara. Gesturing for her padawan to follow, the knight quickly made his way back through the station, keeping his eyes locked forward. The desperation and fear around him was palpable. He didn't have to look to know that vacant eyes followed him as he walked, didn't have to listen to know the sobbing would continue once he'd gone. The sorrow and the pain, all of it would transcend his death. He did not need to think right now. Acting was enough.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Varn didn't stop moving until he was outside. The air seemed fresher up here, and tasted like it hadn't been filtered through a dozen lungs already. Breathing it in, he looked around him. Smoke and fire lit the skies above the city, the swirl and shimmer of that live canvas peppered with red bolts of plasma, and the plumes of low-flying support craft as they hovered over the city. A panorama of war, Varn watched as the constant upheaval turned the city to rubble.

Distant, it was all too close for comfort. As was the blasterfire that sounded nearby.

Turning his attention towards the racket, Varn ignited his lightsaber. The square surrounding the entrance leading to the underground train network was empty apart from a couple squads of Rangers who'd set up a defensive position around the stairs. The detritus of lives quickly abandoned marked Varn's path as he jogged across the open space to a row of residential buildings. An explosion happened nearby, shattering windows all along the row. Varn felt the aftershock through his boots. Whatever was happening nearby, it was bad.

Seeing it confirmed as much.

A contingent of NIO troopers and a few squads of Rangers were all that remained of what had once been two full-strength companies. Outnumbered, spread thin, they were battling it out with Sith forces in a stretch of no-man's-land that had once been buildings similar to the one Varn currently occupied. The rumble and bark of enemy armor was close, sporadic. The ground beneath Varn's feet shook again as a building three doors down disintegrated in a cloud of stone-dust and fire. Shrapnel scattered, cut down a trio of Rangers caught out in the open. Varn watched them die through a broken window pane. It never got any easier. Watching comrades -complete strangers- die.

If anyone had to, he would rather it be the Sith. Their underlings. The ones responsible for orchestrating this madness. Either would do. He was way passed caring.

Kicking open the back door, Varn threw himself out and across the open spaces. Coming down amidst a group of NIO soldiers, he reached out with the Force, brushing a missile fired from the enemy lines off-course. It detonated way clear of it's intended target. A small victory. Crouching down alongside his allies, he gestured for their sergeant to come closer. The rest took up positions, laying down cover as best they could. Bolts of white-hot plasma filled the air, cut down the unfortunate and the wary in equal measure. It was chaos. It was war.

People died. Such was life during wartime.

Such was his life.

"What's the situation?" The knight asked, extinguishing his lightsaber. The sergeant -a young man barely in his twenties- nodded as if he'd asked a different question. The fact that they weren't in the same chain of command didn't stop the man from answering. "The situation's bad is what it is, Sir. We've engaged with an unknown number of hostiles. Three companies worth. Four, maybe? I don't know. What I do know is that we're down to fifty men, and they've got tanks and goddamned Sith warriors for support." The man shook his head. When he spoke again, Varn could hear the fear in his voice. "How do we stand against that, sir?" Fear, yes, and the distinct desire to defeat that fear. Shifting closer, the Jedi put a hand on the young soldier's shoulder.

"Honestly? We don't, son, but what choice do we have?" Varn said, looking the man in the eye. Sometimes honesty wasn't the best policy. This was probably one of those times, but Varn couldn't help but tell them all straight. It was the least he could; in a way, he and all those refugees stuck below owed these soldiers a great deal. More than they'd ever be able to repay. Still...

"There are refugees not far from here counting on us to hold these chit-eaters back long enough for them to get clear. They're your people. My people." Varn let go of the man's shoulder, looked about at the rest of the squad. Whether they could all hear him or not, Varn didn't know. What he did know was that he was surrounded by warriors. And warriors fought. "They need us to stand strong. So, that's exactly what we're going to do, understand? We're going to stay strong until we get word that they're safely away. Then, we're going to fall back in an orderly fashion. Think you can all manage that?"

The reply, when it came, was unanimous, and carried over the din.

"Yessir!"

"Very good. Let's get to it!"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Undoubtedly," agreed Carnifex, he was well-aware of the enemy's feverish desire to see him, the embodiment of everything they perceived was wrong in the galaxy, brought low at long last. He endeavored not to give them the satisfaction, they would learn to have to set their ambitions on a more meager prize for their pride. With a wave of his hand, Carnifex set aside the disassembled droids so that they no longer impeded their path forward. Perhaps they could be used later.​

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"You speak the truth, Maliphant." To hear such willing concession from the Lord of Domination was a rare occurrence, though it did not appear to pain the Once-Emperor at all to say it. "My presence at this stage will incite attention, they will all come to seek me. But you?" Carnifex regarded Maliphant with a gesture, "You were once known as the Slave, an eponymous name for the destiny once delt to you. Why would these 'New' Imperials care for you? Move ahead without me, the guards will show you the way. Finish what we came to do, and I will keep our hosts entertained." He turned away from Maliphant and the loyalists that paved their way, the Dark Side swirling about him as he gathered the energies of hate and anger within himself.​

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Reaching out with his right hand, his dominant hand, the powers of darkness rushed into his palm as the outline of a large sword materialized in the empty air. Fingers curled around its hilt, now startlingly material, as a blade of terrible strength and equally terrible hunger now jutted into existence.​

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Reaching out with his left hand, his subservient hand, the powers of darkness rushed into his palm as an outline of a skull lacking its mandible materialized in the empty air. Fingers curled around its cranium, lifting the skull up before sliding it down over his brow to cover the top of his head and his upper face. A rush of negative energy blasted into Carnifex's mind, the death and destruction wrought by the war raging beyond the walls of the IMP500 serving as kindling for his dark power.​

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His left hand tingled with electric energy, the same power of darkness now engulfing his hand and his entire forearm as a gauntlet assembled itself over his skin and clothing. The voice of Moridin rang out in Carnifex's mind, a repetitive clarion call to reunite with the pieces of its lost psyche spread thin across the entire galaxy. Carnifex quelled the voice, rendering it a barely audible whisper in the back of his skull, before continuing on his journey to meet his foe.​

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The foyer of the IMP500 was like any building of similar architecture, grand and awe-inspiring, a large balcony overlooked the ground floor while statues and other decorations were spread around tastefully. Carnifex emerged on the level of the balcony, walking towards its edge right as Tavlar and his 501st burst through the front entrance. Carnifex welcomed their arrival by telekinetically throwing his greatsword down towards one of the 501st nearest to Tavlar, preferably skewering the soldier and pinning him into the floor.​

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"Lord General Irveric Tavlar," thundered Carnifex's voice as he made himself known as the edge of the balcony, preferring to address the man by his former title rather than the one he styled himself as now. "Native son of Dantooine, I welcome thee to Muunilinst." The Once-Emperor discarded the robes that swaddled his body, revealing the elaborate armor he wore underneath on top of his muscular physique. With a tug of the Force, Carnifex recalled his weapon back to his hand accompanied by the mystical hum of the Dark Side. He pressed the tip of his sword into the ceramic floor beneath him, resting it there as his molten eyes stared down at the soldiers around Tavlar and the woman that stood by his side.​

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"Have you come to confess your sins?"​

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Darth Empyrean | Irveric Tavlar | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt ​

 

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: Grand Moff Decimus Kuben Woods Alina Tremiru Errix Feh'room Seela Leini Moff Drybis Lyken Ingrid L'lerim

Enemies: Caarlyle Rausgeber Trajan Fett Albrecht F. Herlock Gallius Orcana LT-137

Spoiler

Hull/Shields Name
Fleet: 1x Harrower-class Cruiser 300/100 Decimator
1x Tammar Class Corvettes destroyed Exar Kun, Self-destruction
1x Tammar Class Corvettes 10/ 00 Jurak Uln
1x Squadron of Caedus-class Superiority Fighter (2) Deployed, to intercept, enemy fighters (3 destroyed, by debris field, 7 destoryed in dogfighting)
3x Squadron of Scorpio-class Sith-Imperial Droid Starfighter (24) Deployed, to intercept, enemy fighters (24 destroyed in debris field 24 destoryed in dogfighting))
1x Squadron of Caldoth-class Bomber 1 left, 10 shot down, 1 crashed into the particle shield generator
2x Squadron of Vindican-class Troop Transport (15) fully loaded, with one space free For Darth Banshee (9 have been shot down)

As fighting intensified around her small flotilla, which was getting smaller, as she closed on her objective, she remembered an old Serenno Poem. She began reciting it under her breath, as her transport began to bounce with the explosions outside of her control. She wonders would this be her last moments, her last-ditch attempted to help reclaim what these people took from her, her beloved Serenno.


Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!


She listened to comms chatter, there was an open hanger bay on The Pride of Emperor, obviously, it was a trap. Though she had little choice but to take it, her fighters were getting slaughtered, her ships were quickly becoming floating wrecks. She looked out her viewport and saw her other Corvette, Jurak Uln on fire and escape pods jettisoning, it was probably going to blow any second. Though it had it done its duty and took most of the hits, aimed at transports. Her other Ship the carrier was not much better off, she could hear complaints that shields were failing. As they franticly tried to boost auxiliary power, to shields and this was turning some life support off, as some crew was also getting to escape pods. The fighters were also getting creamed out there, their intel on this mission was highly flawed, and if she survives this, she was going to find out who said, they have only had a small fleet here, and kill them slowly, after killing everyone of their loved ones, and pets in front of them.

She looked out the viewport again, the particle shields were still up and operational, this was become her turn, as with that still up, she could not even board, then a single bomber had lost control, and smashed into the ship detonating its payload, taking out particle shield generator, that was it they had their breach, she sighed with relief, and then her transports began to move in quickly. They used the cannons to help fight back, against the Imperial Troopers defending the bay, she ignited her personal lightsaber staff and ran forward into hail blaster fire. Her troops were getting cut down, as more transports made their way on. She returning some of the blaster shots back at them using her saberstaff, as one blaster shot passed her defenses, and hit her in the arm, she screamed in pain. She was not called Darth Banshee for nothing as she did, she let out a Force Bellows at the Imperials, ARGGHHHHHHHH! As the battle raged inside the hanger bay.

The Corvette Jurak Uln, began to slow to a stop just in front of the Pride of Emperor, and one more shot could it explode. Her other ship was trying to hang near the Pride of the Emperor, so that any missed shots, would possibly hit their capital ship, it was hoping this might let them live longer.

 

[LT-137]

// Wild Space Region // Orinackra System // Orinackra //
// Grid Coordinates: J-3 - New Imperial Controlled Territory. //​

OBJECTIVE II - HIGH VALUE ASSETS | COLLECTING OUR DUE

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When compared with overwhelming odds, and the glory that may come from snatching victory from the jaws of defeat, it was little surprise that none cared for the actions of a singular recon probe. The automated starship wasn’t a threat, at least one that would actively work against the interests of the Sith Empire and their allies. It was nothing more than a latticework of data collection nodes and thrusters, spinning wistfully within the depths of space. Even when vessels that were shrouded from sensors and the naked eye had drifted close - they ignored the supposedly meaningless probe. If those poor, unfortunate souls only knew what the consequences of their actions would be.

Information was a weapon just as dangerous as any turbolaser or strike-fighter. It was the reason why countless Starships were equipped with jamming systems, as they sought to confuse or disrupt the flow of information. If their enemy’s targeting sensors were confused, it would be considerably more difficult to establish a weapon or missile lock. That in-turn, would bleed into weaponizing mania - as the hostile pilot scrambled to adjust their thrust-vectors and draw a bead on their would-be prey. There were even methods of confusing their tracking systems, making it seem like they were alone amongst the uncaring stars, only for them to be ambushed by another starfighter’s energy cannons; brimming with plasmatic lethality.

Thus, with their passive sensors indicating that the Probe was alone in the depths of space - surrounded by debris - the automated systems began actively scanning their surroundings. Such an action would doubtlessly be considered foolish, as the Droid’s transponder and various systems would flare to life on a warship’s sensors. But, that was a consideration that was taken into account before the automated probe cycled through it’s systems. The enemy was too far away, and already heavily engaged, to threaten the Droid’s livelihood. They would be in a prime position to collect and transmit more data, pending the arrival of any Sith-Imperial reinforcements… that is.

When the Probe finally cleared the interferences offered by the transient debris field, it’s automated processes began collating the collected data. The rudimentary intelligence did it’s best to ensure that no fragmentation arose during the process of gathering and the subsequent steps regarding data compression. Every detail, no matter how small, would serve a purpose in one capacity or another. As the processes and tasks were completed, the Probe aligned it’s transmitter with the nearby HyperComms buoy and began dumping the collated data packets onto the HoloNet through several encrypted back channels and tight-beam transmissions. While it was possible that their transmissions would be intercepted somewhere down the line, the data would likely be outdated by the time a competent Slicer managed to decrypt their newly acquired spoils.

With it’s duty done, the Probe began cycling through it’s commands - seeking a new directive to accomplish whilst it waited for a new set of commands. ​

Crimson photoreceptors flashed to life as the Probe’s transmission was filtered through several decryption algorithms. The automaton had accomplished it’s task by collecting data and fleet movements of the newly-embattled Sith-Imperial forces. While it was clear that they were outnumbered, and the likelihood of failure was high - the Sith Empire had managed to throw a proverbial wrench into any conventional projections. They were akin to a lesser lifeform, an animal, and one that was backed into a corner. With nowhere to run and trapped by the countless forces that wished to tear them down, they started to get desperate. Such empirical data was evident across the countless battles and the many fronts that were opened against them.

The drastic eradication of their own people on several historically loyal worlds, the scorched earth doctrines utilized on lost ground, all coupled with the recklessness of their spatial armada - nearly sacrificing a Super-class vessel to claim a pyrrhic victory. With the Sith Empire’s ability to print soldiers and fanatic followers, it was surprising to see them on the backfoot. Perhaps there was more to the data than what could be seen. Perhaps, they were being assisted from the shadows by a secretive sect of individuals that ascribed to the old, organic adage of being hidden in plain sight. Sadly, such speculations would have to be pursued at a later cycle, as there was much work to be done.

While the Ebony-hewn Automaton held little loyalty to the New Imperial Order itself, there was an established connection that revolved around mutual acquisition and transaction. Together, the two parties had become stronger through their fostered relationship than they ever could’ve been alone. Thus, there was no hesitation within the synthetic mind of the Droid when the warning klaxons began to blare as the early-warning detection systems were tripped. It was imperative for the Droid and their cohorts to defend this burgeoning relationship and assist their organic allies in smiting their foes. Perhaps this muster and measure of assistance could be utilized to negotiate a better deal; one that saw a greater portion of wealth be securely deposited into their ever-growing account.

With their newest directive secured, the Automaton strode towards the centre of their warship’s command dias. They were surrounded by others of it’s like, each assisting the other to create a gestalt consciousness within the armoured husk of a heavily-armed heavy cruiser. The Automaton’s directive soon became their directive, and all of the droids within the warship would work towards pursuing, and inevitably achieving their collective goal. It wasn’t long after the Ebony-hewn Automaton took it’s station, that the heavy cruiser began to decelerate. The Droid felt the warship’s hyperdrive motivator slowly cycling down, and the sudden rush of tibanna-based coolant flooding the system’s proverbial veins. The sensation, in the crude parlance of organics - was marginally pleasurable.

In many respects, the experience compared to splashing an entire squadron of enemy fighters with a single mag-pulse warhead, or bringing down a monstrous war machine with perfectly timed explosives. Ironic, the Automaton pulsed to itself. That such pleasure could be derived from the destruction of others, or from the simple processes of a well-crafted mechanism.

Filing that brief interlude for later review, the Ebony-hewn Wardroid allowed their digital senses to bond with that of the Warship - further expanding the gestalt consciousness to another, elevated level. The Warship felt guarded, in the Organic tongue, as their sensors actively swept across the system. Their presence was undoubtedly announced by the sudden burst of Cronau radiation, so the Warship believed that it would soon be targeted by hostile forces. That notion was coupled with the innate hesitation that came from any droid who willingly sailed into a brewing Ion storm. While their systems would be safeguarded from much of the storm's ambient interferences, there was much that could still transpire. No matter how sophisticated an Ionic defence system was, a starship - especially the classifications identified within this spatial theatre - wouldn’t be capable of withstanding the Storm’s wroth.

If that starship was wholly governed by an artificial intelligence? Well, that made things all the more dangerous, as they’d become nothing more than spatial detritus - wistfully drifting on inertial momentum until their systems were purged, or waiting for the merciful kill.

++ Avoid the burgeoning storm at all costs, ++ the Automaton pulsed across their remote connection. They wouldn’t seek the dangers of wading into the thick of battle, especially when so many astronavigational hazards were in play. Nor would they seek to remain on standby either, or act - as the organics would say - cowardly by withdrawing from the fight. No. Instead, there was another option that the Warship and it’s smaller siblings could pursue. This option would prey upon the distance between their positions and the relative disposition of the enemy. They would have as much time as the Sith Empire would allow them to complete their task. If the Ebony-hewn Automaton had lips in which to grin with, the Droid would’ve adopted the most serpentine of smiles.

++ Begin system interdiction protocols, and inform our New Imperial allies ++ the Automaton pulsed again. With such a transmission and sensor profile being established, the Warship and it's kin could possibly become tempting targets. In a way, they might even draw several enemy warships away from the battle. If such an eventuality came to pass - they would be out of position and likely turn themselves into easy prey. ​

++ We shall trap the Sith Empire and tighten the proverbial noose. ++

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Spoiler: NPC Complement and Summary of Actions.

Security Echelon Aurek

• Written:
  • The Probe Droid began actively sweeping the system for data to collect before transmitting the information to the newly-arriving Trade Federation squadron via a HyperComms buoy. With the Droid now easily detectible, it awaits new directives.
  • Warship Besh, Dorn and Esk translate from Hyperspace far enough away from the burgeoning Ion Storm. Knowing that their systems and combat efficacy would be affected, the One Heavy Cruiser and Two Corvettes began establishing an interdiction point.
    • This process will occur over subsequent posts and will involve the deployment of a small spread of Empion mines along the hyperlane used by the Sith Empire to arrive within the Orinackra system.

Relevancy Taglist:
| Caarlyle Rausgeber | Gallius Orcana | Albrecht F. Herlock | Des Harz | Tranquility | Errix Feh'room | Seela Leini | Darth Banshee | The Amalgam |

Boarding Parties on the NIV Confidence have been Omitted due to diverging narratives.​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

There was a flash of anger in Maliphant's words as he snapped at the once Emperor;

"Darth.", he said, teeth near clenched.

"Darth Maliphant.", he repeated.

His name was not 'Maliphant', it was a title - a distinction. Something he had earned from the firey embers of the Dark Side, of the Outer Rim - wretched from the iron grasp of conflict and resistance. If another Sith were to call him by anything less, than it was an insult; and he would not suffer their poorly contrived insults to his face. Despite the flair, however, he seemed to calm quick - a fire who's surge burnt fuel it was not ready to burn, and Maliphant simply fell back into a neutral apathy.

"Go on then - play hero. You created the damn problem, after all.", he said without a glance back - moving towards the end of the hall towards his goal.

Central backup computers would be constantly loading, unloading, encrypting and decrypting massive amounts of NIO economic information. Sales, trading, production quotas and how they were met; it was powerful information for those who knew what to do with it. Maliphant, for his part, knew well what it meant - and would see that it would be put to good use, he only had to get to it and upload the back end program.

A door at the end of the hallway opened and business men began to poor out of it. Panic was in their eye, their feet hesitating at the sight of the Sith approaching; and then panic turned to terror as Maliphant's staff clicked against the ground. Each of them was gripped by the unseen, and what life they had was slowly dragged away into the endless stomach of Kala'anda. She would feed as bodies passively moved out of Maliphant's way - ever on to network access required.

"Typhojem -", Maliphant offered with a slight curiousness to his voice.

"Yes, m'lord?", the regal cyber tonality replied.

"- Insure that my private transport is ready for retrieval. Should worse come to worst, I'd rather not be held back by 'Carnifex'."

"Of course, Lord Maliphant."

"Darth.", Maliphant corrected.

Irveric Tavlar │ Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt │ Darth Carnifex

 

[Lady Marrow]

Tag: Areyon
Objective: III - Front Hydra
Equipment: The Marrow Blade

Even now he didn't talk, silent as the grave he barely groaned at the pain of her mental attack as her own body screamed in resistance to this kind of physical activity, her faux bones creaking threatening to break at the tension of her musculature. She was regenerating, sure, but the process would take hours for most of her body, at least two days for her arm. Her grip was comparatively weak to even most humanoids putting her in an exceedingly vulnerable position. It was evident to her that this was an act of desperation, not tact. But it had worked, she toppled him, slamming him into the ground with her additional weight with all the force of a hip toss.

Her eyes would lock with his in an almost lovers embrace as she straddled him, the crooks of her feet hooked above his knees while her hands tucked into the collar of his armour, using her elbows across his shoulders to limit his range of movement should he attempt to reach her and counter grapple. Though, in all estimation she wasn't that heavy a creature, the size of a late teen at most and built like a dancer. Though her eyes focused on his with the intensity of a drug addict and he was her only fixation. Memories would flood her mind, those held in the short term coming far more freely, people, names and locations, his orders and more as he attempted to guard those precious ones her all out assault would also come for. She'd take the data she needed to pass on to other members of the attacking team, even if she failed, she could pass this on to devastating effect. She was a living map now. And while he likely didn't know everything about the battlefield, he was still an officer, and a force sensitive. His position would at least have had to be coordinated with other units in this area.

The cruel joke of her attack, was she would attempt to tear those thoughts from his mind and keep them for herself, him shielding those that were painful would mean those memories would enshrine themselves to be among the only survivors of her attack. Had she been stronger, in less pain and less distracted she could leave him with nothing but those thoughts he protected. A Vacuous shell of nothing but his most painful memories... She wanted more, she needed more, the craving of the addiction was all that fueled her at this point. But as a violent pop in her collarbone sent a new wellspring of anguish through her form, the connection would cut. The tension of her body putting too much pressure on volatile skeletal structures.

Which left her with one final course of action.

"I'm not going to kill you, on a barren place like this there's nothing that come from it. But I can stop you from following me."

With what little of her strength remained the contact she had with him, she'd flow that plant surge forth into his body, with the hopes of purifying, of activating the haemotoxin that sat circulated into his blood. It'd make him sick, sweat, feverish, and feel like death warmed up. But the toxin was never strong enough to kill a person. Her poisons seldom were, but medical attention would be suggested in case of possible complications with his own body. Thereafter she would disengage, rolling off of his body, digging a claw into the ground so her momentum would follow, pulling her into a three point stance on the ground. Tails flourishing behind her like an animistic warning signal, flourishing through the air as long as she was tall. "Thank you... But if I were you I'd get some help. "

Otherwise, should he force a disengage, counter her attempts, she would roll off of his body early foiled, digging her useful claw into the ground so her momentum would follow pulling her into a three point stance on the ground as her body would cradle her fractured collar. Tails still flourishing behind her as they would have before as she would eye up her opponent. But after a short exchange, she would turn tail, and run, scampering at full speed as she would make her way deeper into the city. Taking a corner running down an alley, anything to get away from the legionnaire who had all but won, at least the combat aspect of their battle.

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[Areyon]

A R E Y O N
KNIGHTS OF THE EMPIRE
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
Lightsaber Pike | Armor​

Her words made him freeze.

"That's all you are... isn't it? A faceless creature of death, At least everything that ends at my hands has a purpose, a use, it becomes something beautiful. I may play games, I don't... understand many things. But I know you all have hurt people close to me, attacked worlds after worlds bringing down your suffering like rain. I'd love to see in that head of yours, to see if theres anything resembling a humane thought..."

He was in fact a creature of death. Everywhere he went, death followed right behind to clutch the grasp of anyone who stood in his path. He did not care who he slaughtered, as long as it was for the better of New Imperial Order. It was a sick job to do constantly. He didn't care. He knew what kind of risks he was getting into. He knew what sacrifices needed to be made, not only his own but of other people's as well. That he could all resonate with. He understood her words there. But faceless? The statement held some truth. Areyon rarely showed emotion. Even outside of the combat zone, not even a smile could be seen from the Knight. The helmet is on for most of the day. He was unknown to many, a stranger roaming around waiting for the Imperial Knights to place him into another desolate battlefield to fight to the death with another weakly Sith who frankly did not have the skill to fight back. But that wasn't all he was. He still had emotion. He could still feel. He felt grief for the innocent civilians who got caught in the battle's crossfire, the stormtroopers that had reluctantly followed him to battle to only sacrifice their lives to the endless cycle of war, to his brothers and sisters back home fighting in the other fronts of the massive conflict they lay apart of. He felt emotions for all of these people, and yet the Sith warrior that stood before him, the piece of filth that knew nothing but pillaging, burning, and destroying had the faintest audacity to call him faceless? To tell him that he did not know emotion? It frustrated him even more.

An unexpected move came from his opponent. A sudden slash from his enemy caused his lightsaber to be pushed clumsily to the side. As the Knight tried to regain his balance, however, he ran right back into the Sith and she wrapped his body around his. He was stuck in her clutches. The spiny thorns on her tail attacked ferociously, attacking the backplates of his armor and succeeding in scratching it. He struggled to push her off, but as her claws dug into his thighs, he fell over backward onto the hard ground.

His head painfully started to ache. He knew this type of pain was not normal, it was uncomfortable and quick. As if a knife was trying to pierce through his skull and crack right open to get to his brain...

At that instant, he understood what was going on. He felt her trying to press deep into his mind, sifting through the earliest of memories to try to use against him. It hurt like hell to defend against but he tried his best to suppress the memories that would have the most effect. The most emotional ones. The ones that involved loss and grief, like the loss of one of his greatest partners and brother, Ayden. A tragic moment indeed, and at the very start of his career as an Imperial Knight too. All because of a communication mistake. Or the death of the kindest people he had ever met, his aunt and uncle. They had been alive at the start of the war, but the second battle of Bastion changed all of that. Now there was nothing left from their legacy. He didn't think of the events from the past, only to the ones for the future. He would not give her any chance to probe his brain.

He would persevere for his own sake.

ALLIES | NIO | GA
HOSTILES | SITH | Lady Marrow

 

[DECEASED Aron Gowrie]

VI
Operation: SHADOWDANCE
MUUNILINST, 865 ABY

Objective 3: BREAKING THE SILENCE
FRONT CHIMERA

Commonwealth Forces: Willan Tal Enedina Tal Tyrell Lockhart

Allies (NIO): Irveric Tavlar Rurik Fel Enlil Jaeger Harrsk
Kolson Vrask Areyon Detritus Ren
Ravraa Vyshraal Zakaria Black Hâwmâr Lurais

Allies (NJO/GA/FO/SJC/): Aerarii Tithe Ishida Ashina Aaran Tafo Bernard
Allies (RGO/SOM/OTHER): Darth Imperius Vilaz Munin Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt

Enemies (TSE/CIS): Shuklaar Kyrdol Darth Mori Arctus Silmar Darth Empyrean Darth Carnifex
Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir Eva Betrik Lady Marrow Bastian Briareos

Gowrie's Loadout
Primary: Custom Blaster-Pistol (Right-hip Holster - left-or-right hand draw)
Secondary: Basket-Hilted Vibrosword Rapier (Left-hip Sheathe - right hand wielding)
Last Ditch/Second-Blade: Fairbairn Vibroknife (Right-hip Sheathe - right-or-left hand wielding)
Pocket-Weapon: Barbershop Razor (Right-pocket - right-hand wielding)

Wildcat Battalion (Mechanized/Artillery/Infantry)
55 Cataphract Tanks
20 AFVs
5 MLVs
2 Predator Launch-Platforms
2 Guardian Tac-Teams
1 Field-Medic Platoon
1 Combat-Engineer/Logistics Squad
Other Vehicles
4 Stolen MLVs
2 Stolen Ammo-Transports

The Glow of Death VIII - FINALLY ACTIVE​

After gleaning every possible shred of information from the unfortunate Sith-trooper, leaving him a dead and bloody mess by the time the torture had drawn to it's conclusion, Gowrie would return to his place in front of the spy-cam monitors, making plans with new factors involved as Reed poured whiskeys for them both and for the most-senior tank-commander ranked beneath the brutish duo; Commoner-Leftenant McCallan had been summoned by the Woad to personally report on the matters above ground to the Tuath-born Lord-Colonel, but neither of the Battalion's senior-most officers had time to wipe their victim's blood off their uniforms, so the look of disgusted concern from Cataphract One came as no surprise whatsoever. Given enough time to utter,'It's aw'right, the blood isn'nae oors. No even so much as a scratch on us, McCallan!', before the tank-commander retorted, Lord Aron tried his best to appear welcoming and sociable under the circumstances.

'Ah'd say that's fairly obvious, Milord.... But ye dae realise there's still a war gawn oan up there, eh? Work to be done, aye?'

Devil One's silent-transmission between datapads with Wildcat One had gotten all the creative juices flowing on the matter of the more-mobile contingents within the NIO, and more specifically, the friendly swoop-bike units and the Dunwall Irregulars' holding of strategic choke-points throughout the city; but the torture and murder of the Sith-affiliated trooper had side-tracked the Lord-Commander for a time, so getting to the immediate matters would need to be the order of the day as soon as the light of the monitor-displays hit their poorly-adjusted eyes. No such time in all that activity could be found to wipe themselves off, as neither commanding-officer nor his second-in-command would allow themselves any time to do so by the time McCallan showed up, but their friend-and-colleague was leaving no such room to dictate their availability, making them reach for their cleansing wiped with little more than an icy stare of disdainful malice.
Quite right, Gordon. We're soldiers, not the savages Calavar still believes us to be.

'Fiiine, fine! If you won't let us ready up the AFV's and the Quartermasters in this nick, then you can dae it for us. What do you think, Ginge?'

'Oh, I'm certain our Cataphract-wielding friend can manage that, surely.', the Woad responded without missing a beat, reading well into the direction of which his Lord-Commander was taking the conversation. Without as much blood to wipe off as the Colonel, Captain Reed chuckled as he wiped around his face, neck, and head; taking fewer than thirty seconds to finish the job, with head-hairs freed from each other in the process, it wasn't long before the Leftenant could bring himself to turn his gaze in Alun's direction. Taking the opportunity to keep McCallan's attention, Reed quickly said,'Besides! You're no gawn naewhere, mate! So grab yersel a drink an' grab a pew - there is much t'be discussed.', before his friend Gordon could get the chance to start walking out again. Much like the Guard-Leftenant, this lower-ranked Tuath had been showing a lot of potential, though much quieter in his successes than Leftenant Scott's epic exploits, and Gowrie wanted him properly up to speed on their plans to keep him on the career track, as the best prospects in the Wildcats needed their chances to progress as much as Gowrie did when he was little more than a 2nd-Leftenant.

'McCallan to AFV One! Ready up your vehicles, an' ready up the QMs.... Our Lord-Commander seems to have plans for you lot, so stock up on as much ammunition as yees can carry. Stand by for further orders from the brass. Cataphract One out!'

'Nice wan, McCallan! Now, ye might no see it noo-', the Kellas began. trailing off to wipe his own face, neck and head after having to wipe hands, wrists and even his right forearm as Gowrie momentarily took the proverbial leadership-reigns. Though it didn't take him long, the tank-commander still shook his head in disgust as the Lord-Colonel used the last wipe on his neck and collarbones; gladdened further that he may have chosen a real, genuine voice-of-reason to join his clique after all, the disapproval was looked on kindly by superiors who agreed, without argument, that he was the best possible counterweight to Scott's viciously-effective ways. Standing up from the luxurious sofa that lay right in the center of the room, Aron laughed as he considered how badly his following statement would annoy his already-disgusted subordinate, chortling as he exclaimed in conclusion,'-But the wisest credits Reed & I ever spent - in a joint-investment, mind you - were spent buyin' oot your commission!'.

'I heard no lie in that, McCallan. Money - well - spent, mate! No lie!'

<<Hello again, Lockhart.
Any luck stealin' them vehicles then?
Just kidding, you don't need your men to stick their necks out for the sake of roguishness if it incurs the risk of compromising your positions. My only reason for getting in touch just now is to be the bearer of good news. For a change, eh? Sending AFVs and QMs to a load of places I suspect to be choke-points held by your DIs.
Always best to sprinkle some armour around where it's needed, right?
Wildcat One (Formerly Blue-Heart Bravo) out.>>

'Suhin t'dae wae these choke-points, Milord? Let me guess, fellow Galidraanis seeking to utilise Guerilla-tactics.... Could only be Tyrell Lockhart's lot, am I right?'

Both McCallan's superior officers laughed as they nodded affirmatives, quite shocked he figured it all out so quickly, showing himself a natural to the nuances of command that Scott hadn't exhibited in himself yet; this was a good sign, but the way McCallan seemed so alien to it all as he went only compounded the hilarity enough for them to guffaw with surprised delight, making McCallan think he was stating the obvious in that moment. Putting that to rest, however, the looks of surprise shared between Gowrie and Reed were noticed and silently appreciated by their favourite Commoner-Leftenant, relenting as the Kellas recovered enough to respond,'Aye, you're very much right about that. But now you're gettin' my imagination runnin' riot again.... Fancy takin' your best-performing tank-crews to the riskiest choke-points up there?'

'Beats drinkin' rye wae a corpse in the next room, eh? Yees never even cut 'im down either, for feth's sake! But enough o' that - ah'll take exactly five o' mah best Cataphracts up top, the rest can keep hidden in and around the transport terminal until we have whit we need t'draw in opposition. I'll get ye results, Milord. Just leave it t'me, an' ah'll keep oor comrades safe for the most part.... See yees in a wee bit.'

 

[Trajan Fett]

S U P E R C O M M A N D O
SONS OF MANDALORE
NIV 'CONFIDENCE' COMMAND DECK
Beskar'gam | Main Weapon | Side-Arm | Melee | Grenades
Cradle | RUUSAN Injector + Chernil'borg | Ravenous Grenades
STRAPPED WITH EXPLOSIVE

DOESN'T MATTER
ORINACKRA '65
In Command of NIV 'Confidence'
​

The EWAR encryptions, firewalls and anti-tampering schemes built into the scomp links and terminal outlets of the NIV Confidence and by extension, any New Imperial vessel were formidable beasts to handle, but anyone who knew what to look for, could certainly find it. The brig data base would've been the first most likely culprit with 'L'lerim, Ingrid' being listed among them, with little fanfare attached, rattled off in stereotypical Imperial categorizing procedure. Name, species and other biometrics coupled with a cell number. Last it was accessed, within the past few hours, status : 'prisoner removed'.

In short, they'd swiped the right ship, but she was out of her cell and somewhere else. The door controls were accessible to all parts but the command bridge. Locked down, system override. There wasn't any way through but the hard way. If in fact, their mark was still aboard, that was the most likely spot, lest she escaped herself.

Meanwhile, on said bridge, the 'Confidence' braved the fire of surrounding gunnery and fighters to barrel itself deeper into the Sith formation. As alerts and system statuses warning the Commodore and the Mandalorian all but holding him hostage flashed across the control panels, Trajan was ice. Even without his Beskar'gam, with all the music playing the notes of his culling song, he didn't seem to mind it all. With his rifle on his lap he looked to the system scanner overlay of the ship, Death Troopers were moving onto the position of Kuben Woods and his strike team with a trained lethality, using small unit tactics, the best training, equipment and enhancements Imperial tax-payers could afford and a machine like will to kill to intercept the Sith but still, blue blips were 'popping' off the screen.

They were going to meet, that was inevitable. Mulling over that thought, he brought forth a baradium charge from his utility belt and fixed it to the beskar steel chest piece, adhering it over the painted argent Mythosaur skull painted on the armor before muttering to himself, producing a hologram projector that created an image of himself, his late wife, his late daughter.

<"Gra'tua Cuun, ner riduur, ner ad'ika. Alii'gai te kyr, mhor riduurok vencuyanir.">

Our vengeance, my wife, my little one. Until the end, our love endures.​

The unstable cores of the droid starfighter 'Petards' were armed, ready to detonate at Trajan's command. When Ingrid spoke up, he lifted himself to his feet and faced her, the ebon black t-visor honing in on her gaze, expressionless.

"Mr. Kurze, please tell me, genuinely. It doesn't have much significance to lie anymore, we both know the Admiral Regent underestimated the amount of "poison"… why? Why did you and the Regent Admiral want to release me? I was fair all along, I didn’t try to escape, I cooperated except on issues and questions that would have endangered the Eternal Empire. The Triumvirate wants to keep me in captivity… why did you and the Grand Admiral betrayed them? Or would that be their test to see what I’m good at in such a situation, Mr. Kurze?"

He looked at her, blankly as she returned the similar cool and calm tone in spite of the chaos that enveloped this command bridge in isolation from it all. She began to question and negotiate the logic of a man who'd just fastened a baradium explosive to his chest.

<"I don't care about any of that. The Admiral, the politics- None of it matters to me."> He stated outright.

<"I suggested to let you go...because I knew they'd be coming for you, you stayed and now I'll have to fight who knows how many Sith."> Trajan iterates, setting his rifle into his hands once more.

<"I hope they value you a lot, your highness. I hope no measure is enough to secure you. I hope they bring an army in here to make sure they get you back...because I'm killing them all. I will have my vengeance."> Trajan explains.

<"And I certainly don't give a damn about you, either. Nothing will ever get me back what I lost...but I can take away everything from these people. Rest assured, your highness- whoever or how many of these Sith come to rescue you..."> He stops speaking, if only to check open the breach and check the status of his disruptor's power cell. Full. Ready to work.

<"Someone else will raise their sons and daughters...">
​

ALLIES | NIO | Caarlyle Rausgeber | Gallius Orcana | Jivim Vaak
ENEMIES | TSE | Ingrid L'lerim | Alina Tremiru | Kuben Woods | Moff Drybis Lyken | Errix Feh'room | Tranquility | Seela Leini

​

 

[Jaeger Harrsk]

H E L L I O N
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER | COMPNOR
HARNAIDAN '65 | POINT KANOS, HARNAIDAN
S L A V E S _ O F _ T H E _ N E W _ W O R L D _ O R D E R

THE HARRSK GAMBLE: ENDGAME
OPERATION: DAALA

​

The blaster bolts found purchase at the ethereal shield Enlil had conjured to protect himself, before the Vizier dashed into movement. Jaeger's firearm traced the man's movements, pulling the trigger in a continuous rhythm. Bolts ricocheted off the floor, mere inches away from Enlil, leaving a blackened spot of plasma dispersion in its wake. Just when Harrsk finally found his true aim, he was forced to jump and roll away from his position as Enlil's molten energies formed a serpent lunging from behind to emblaze him into ash.

The Commissioner's reflexes were no longer as sharp as they were decades ago when he had been a young man. Years ago he would've managed to escape unscathed; now, the flames had caught onto his jacket, and by the time he had quickly thrown it off, he could feel a burning wound on his back. Sweat broke on his brow but Harrsk remained unyielding. Age might've dulled his physique but his experience only sharpened his wits.

Without the jacket, Enlil could see the full extent of his equipment - a bandolier and a utility belt with various different ammunition, weaponry, and gadgets, along with a wrist launcher. Jaeger had foreseen the event of clashing with his greatest rival in the power structures of the New Imperial Order. He had been one of the masterminds behind the Kyber Dark operation on Bastion. Harrsk had learned the hard way, over the years, how to fight and liquidate force users. The scars on his face - a testament of just that. Never underestimate one gifted with the powers of the Force.

"How does it feel, Harrsk? To become the very thing you swore to destroy?"​

"I'm nothing like the Sith, Enlil." Jaeger growled spitting venom, as he began drawing a half-circle along with the Vizier. Two predators stalking each other.

Only one would come out of this alive.

"They bring chaos. Ruin." he said, numerous memories of his service under the One Sith resurfaced. Necks of comrades broken at the snap of a Sith's fingers, the decimation of whole units over mission failures, and most recently - the nuclear apocalypse the Sith had laid upon the very world they were currently on. The scowl on his face deepened. Fight fire with fire.

"I bring order."
​

No matter the cost.

"And you're in my way."

The wrist launcher whirred to life and an onslaught of sonic blasts was launched at the Vizier's form.

Tick-tock.

Tick.

Tock.

The ships above were aligning, just as the stars were.

A New Dawn would rise from the ash of the Old.

Jaeger would fulfill his father's legacy today.

Fate had decreed so.

ALLIES: NIO | Irveric Tavlar | Zakaria Black | DECEASED Aron Gowrie | Darth Imperius | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Willan Tal

ENEMIES: Grand Vizier of the New Imperial Order Enlil [ENGAGING] | TSE | Lady Marrow | Darth Mori

 

[Bastian Briareos]

Objective 3
Allies: Eva Betrik
Foes: Bernard Ishida Ashina
​

The explosion caused both chaos and a boon. Having flattened a wide area ahead of Bastian. A soaked white haired Jedi out in the open. He raised his pistol to shoot along with his men. Too slow to react though before the Jedi threw a tarp towards the most advanced of his unit. They stumbled in the obstacle. Bastian took cover again to issue an order over their comms. He actually paused a moment to think. Why were the Jedi out in the middle of the square rather than along the edges? It would be easier for them to bottle up the Sith forces from either side at the road junctions. Perhaps they were trying to buy time for more troops to set up a blockade? Maybe their own forces to get away. Bastians train of though was interrupted by blazing cannon fire of an AT-HE entering the square from the Northwest. Something was finally having a worse day than him.

Bastian activated his comm. <New plan soldiers. Left flank anchor and keep up fire. Center get those troopers untangled and pin that Jedi from cover if you can. The rest of you with me we're pushing up right. That walker has our flank covered. We make it to the far edge of the square we can move on to the spaceport. Lets make it happen.>

As good a plan as any. With that walker and whatever support it had taking the other side of the plaza, Bastian's own forces had one less worry. Hopefully on the other streets left of them, more army forces were advancing. The Jedi had little time before they'd get boxed in and encircled. They could tie his men up. But the war machine marched on to the Spaceports.

Bastian waved some soldiers to follow him and headed over to the next pathway through the stalls. Keeping an eye out for the Jedi, or a glimpse of their lightsabers. Sure was an increasing amount of blasterfire, explosions and things crashing about around though. He didn't see any enemies before he came up on Eva Betrik . "At your back soldier. That cart explosion your doing I figure?"

 

[Rexus Wenck]

​

ROMMULUS AND REMUS | PREFSBELT SPECIAL WARFARE COMMAND
OPERATION: MALICIOUS ENDEAVOUR
Location: NIV Confidence
Force Capacity: Dergan Twigg [x] | 8x Stossjager [x]
Equipment: Project RUUSAN 24 Syringe [Chernil'borg] | Ravenous Grenades [x] | Darksabre Armour [x] | Blackwing Electric Sword [x] | Lightsaber | G-6E Blaster Pistol [x] | G-12A Blaster Rifle [x]
Twigg Equipment: RUUSAN 24 Syringe [Chernil'borg] | Ravenous Grenades [x] | Darksabre Armour [x] | Blackwing Electric Sword [x] | G-6E Blaster Pistol [x] | G-12A Blaster Rifle [x]
Stossjaeger Equipment: PC-03 Armour [x] | VW-864 Rifles [x] | Blitzkanone 862 [x] | Project RUUSAN 24 Syringe [Chernil'borg] | Ravenous Grenades [x]
Friendlies: Trajan Fett
Enemies: Tranquility | Errix Feh'room | Ingrid L'lerim
Enemies being jumped?: Alina Tremiru | Kuben Woods

Rexus Wenck watched as the escape pods rocketed away from the Confidence. There was a small shudder of fear which riveted through the mans gargantuan form, but it resolved itself very quickly. This was by far not the worst situation he and his associate Mr Twigg had gotten themselves into over the years. Kaeshana certainly sprang to mind. Then the cluster on Skor. Skor again. And finally Dagobah all riveted around. But this time, a certain power resonated through him. An excitement. So far, Twigg and Rexus had been denied the satiation of their bloodlust from the Sith. And now, that time was coming to an end. It was time to taste the waters. And by extension, the capacity of their new enemies. Even when the Grand Admiral had mobilised them for the task, Rexus had a tingling suspicion things may get hairy. And now, with the vessel seeming to empty rapidly, he hoped it would come to fruition.

"Commander!" Rexus' attention was turned away from the viewport, and to the Stossjaeger formation before him. The tiny puny men were dwarfed by the Death Troopers, whom in their thick armour towered above at close to, if not seven and a half feet tall. "Sir, unauthorised access from sector Dee-Seventeen, two blocks away. Terminal seven." The Stossjaeger technician gestured further down the cramped hallways of the Cuirassier-class cruiser, "They're attempting to access telemetry on the location of the VIP." Rexus grinned from behind his helm, and gave a nod.

"Sounds like we 'ave ourselves a few pests, eh?" The Death Trooper drawled with a rich smirk, "Who'd 'ave thunk it." The senior Death Trooper snarled sarcastically. He could practically taste the adrenaline salivating on his tongue, "Sarge, you and your men form up on us, we're gonna press on." He then clicked his tongue, "Ain't that right Remus?" The gargantuan Dergan Twigg gave a small nod to that.

"Ain't 'at the truth Rommulus?" Twigg swiped an out stretched arm to his right, "After you guv'na." Rexus took no time to respond, beginning to thunder down the halls. He could feel it pulsing. A real fight was on their hands now. Some real stakes. Not just creeping about, doing whatever the hell Rausgeber commanded them to. Now they were on the job again. It almost, almost felt like the old days. With Luther Lewis , Kier Grey and the crew. A real gang of warriors they were. Until... Well until it all went to hell.

"Bridge, this is Rommulus and Remus." Rexus snapped over the comms unit, "We're with some of the Stossies." he turned back, watching as the heavily armoured First Order alumni trundled after them, "And we seem to 'ave caught us a nasty case of Sithy 'erpes." Rexus cackled, "Morons tried to 'ack a terminal in sector Dee-seven'een." Wenck reported, "We're gonna see about stomping their 'eads in." As Rexus closed in, he could hear movement. Fighting even. The sound of the occassional blaster bolt, richocheting off of armour. This was the.. Rexus raised a clenched fist, "Alright ladies," He barked, "Remus. Time to put the fear of the ole Eff-Ohh in 'em."

"For true?" Twigg seemed to giggle, ravenous with excitement, "Yer not joshin' me Rex-I-I mean Rommulus?" Rexus sighed audibly, but nodded. His fist opened, to three fingers. Twigg giggled maniacally, "Oh Rommy, you know how to show a fella good time!"

"On my mark." Rexus whispered. He could faintly, hear the Sith shock troopers beyond the corner shuffling. "Three....." Twigg tensed up, rifle close to his stomach. "Two....." Twigg leaned forward, cocking himself like a high powered gun. "One." Without a word Twigg shot into action. Superhuman senses and agility engaged. The Death Trooper snapped around the corner, rifle raised, and firing hap hazardly at the enemy.

"You stupid bastards!" Twigg screamed with the reverb speaker in the Darksabre armour. The gutteral scream of Dergan Twigg's beserk charge could be heard across the vessel, "I'm gonna gouge yer eyes out and piss in the sock-ets!"

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Orinackra System, NIV Confidence, Command Deck
Objective II.: Surviving
Equipment: Military uniform || Empyrean gland
Writing with: Caarlyle Rausgeber | Trajan Fett

[ Requiem for a Dream ] ​

Something was really wrong with her, basically being to keep her chosen shape after the shape-shifting it no longer required extra energy, just taking the form. After that, she only had to feed on normal food, negative emotions, Dark Side energies, or vitality so that the shape-shifting would persist for a long time and not recover her smoky form due to starvation.

It is for this reason that since the beginning of her captivity, all scanners, bioscanners, biometric identification have seen her human as before when she really was a human being. Fortunately, COMPNOR took care during the torture not to cause a physical trace or mark on a ruler, so her true identity remained a secret. Until Rausgeber’s brutality, the Admiral Regent didn’t care what kind of injury he was doing, let alone the organisms. The two together revealed the reality.

Although Ingrid didn't know, but they talk at cross purposes, she didn't expect the man to leave the NIO for Pa'Desh, she just offer control, as if in the war the NIO had gotten themselves a slice of the Eternal Empire, through which they can monitor what the Empress and the Empire are doing. And loyalty, she just wanted the man to stop "serving" NIO and Tavlar anymore. If she had taken these feelings away, he would not have been faithful to the woman, his loyalty to the Prefsbelt would have remained. Just the woman would have been able to beat a wedge into the top circles of the NIO.

The man's words supported that. He would have received his assets and more, a constant supply, income. All this without having to deal with the place, it was a nominal position only. She never thought for a moment the man would rule like a Moff over a planet when he could control the entire NIO fleet…

"You misunderstood me, Admiral Regent… that's not what I asked of you. Everything would remain the same, you would remain the same as it is now. I didn’t ask for a moment that you move to Pa’desh or join my service. I don’t need an arrogant figure like you. I hope one day you will understand what I had to offer. It was freedom for your and the Prefsbelt."

Her voice was really weak already, but still cold and emotionless. She wanted to chuckle when the man talked about victory, but she didn't even have the strength to smile. And your further captivity to ensure. Was this meant they are planning to give her the antidote or antitoxin? When? Last minute? Are they waiting for the TSE to see it that way? The broadcast was interrupted, the woman still had something to add to Rausgeber's words.

"One way or another, but you'll be mine, Admiral Regent... and I always get what I want." whispered hoarsely in front of her, as a promise, still without emotion. It wasn’t revenge, she didn’t even feel hatred or anger yet, she always suppressed those feelings, it was an opportunity she had to grasp to be able to corner the NIO as well. But for that, she has to survive.

Kurze showed far more reactions than the woman thought or expected. She didn't really think she'd get an answer, so was surprised that the man stood up and turned to her. Ingrid’s breathing slowed, not because she calmed down, her strength waned rapidly. It was also hard to raise her head to look at the Mandalorian. The wounds Caarlyle had caused to her began to reappear on her perfect face.

Did the man want her released? Would Rausgeber be so influential? True, in the light of the past, he seemed a weak man, maybe a brilliant strategist, but a worm.

"I volunteered for captivity, I shouldn’t have done it. I'm not running away from responsibility, Mr. Kurze. I didn't expect them to come." she said infinitely weakly but honestly. "I ordered the Overlord that the Eternal Empire could not send anyone after me. If they break my command, it is treason and they betray me… my husband, the Overlord, the regent would never do that. This is not the Eternal Empire’s work." she was sure of this, she knew Tubrok Ragal very well.

Adrian wouldn't have cared, at least she thought so. That’s why he has to block the Force so she couldn’t warn them that the man wanted to blow everything up here. Her too. That's why she would have been sent so she wouldn't die. Because the woman was so fair that even after her release, she would have been called to Tavlar so that the NIO could enforce their verdict. No, they couldn't trust her so much, even though she would have been doing this.

"Was your family killed? Brothers, maybe wife, children? Almost anything and everyone can be recovered…" she whispered softly.

Here she looked at Adrian, only he didn't, because his soul was shattered into countless pieces.

"Except for revenge and anger, I know how you feel - you know for sure what the NIO took away from me. What does revenge, anger, and hatred feel like?" The man’s feelings would have been great food, too, but in that state he was too far away to feel it. She was too weak and exhausted and the organism still fed upon her…

 

[Gallius Orcana]

ALLIES | NIO | GA | SoM | SJC | NJO | Caarlyle Rausgeber | Trajan Fett | Jivim Vaak | Rexus Wenck | Albrecht F. Herlock | Delvrarus Sanders | LT-137 | Viers Connory
ENEMIES | TSE | CIS | EE | Grand Moff Decimus | Kuben Woods | Alina Tremiru | Tranquility | Errix Feh'room | Seela Leini | Moff Drybis Lyken | Ingrid L'lerim | Calruss Shiman | Darth Banshee | The Amalgam

NIV PRIDE OF THE EMPEROR

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
AZURE HAMMER COMMAND

CHALLENGING ENEMIES
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Gallius watched as the battle unfolded under his eyes. He had given up hopes of meeting Javelin on the battlefield, and he would have to wait before anything was put in motion, again. He needed COMPNOR really bad on this matter. It seemed only they would be able to conduct the operation correctly. Whether Javelin was a false flag or not was yet to be seen, but if Commodore Curtis Rheardon wanted to defect, he was hiding it well. He was not making a good start in his future faction... Gallius was guilty of having postponed the operation once, but there, Javelin was showing its unreliability. The officer would have to write a report.

The voices were back. They had left when the defection operation had begun to clarify, but now, as Gallius was realising the defector would not show up, the whispers behind his head had started again. And they were demanding blood. For now, the officer was ready to give them what they wanted. Not for the visions, in fact. He had spotted the dragon chasing him from afar and had witnessed it sacrifice itself to hurt him. Pointlessly, as it seemed: the Azure Hammer Command was yet to truly take a loss.

For the moment, the Commodore was determined to obey Grand Admiral's command and strike ahead. His fleet had begun to move, but Gallius wondered how he would act towards the Supreme Commander of the New Imperial Navy. Their last encounter, aboard the Tregessar, had not gone well. Serenno was, for the officer, a turning point in his life as an Imperial soldier. After the battle, he had had to choose between a waning loyalty to the Navy, embodied by Rausgeber, his challenged loyalty to COMPNOR, and a unique opportunity to start from scratch in one of the many exiled nobles that had flocked under the Imperial banner.

He had chosen the latter. He still had the scar of Rausgeber's maser shot in the chest. The burnt skin ached sometimes, and Gallius could not help but feel the itch as he looked to the place where the cauterised wound was hidden by his uniform. The decision was pretty self-explanatory: how could he still serve under a man that had emptied a maser blaster unto him? COMPNOR's proposal had been rejected as well. He was aligned with Felist policies, and Jaeger Harrsk had proven to be too unstable and dangerous to be considered reliable. Plus, he was a Tarkinist. And so, without any other choice left, Gallius had chosen to join House Haskler of Anaxes. Their semi-moderate Tarkinist policies could be dealt with easily, and the opportunity to climb ranks faster had been the ultimate appeal.

But that didn't tell him how was Rausgeber going to react. The dog could bite, truly. And he was not safe from any of his raging crisis, as he could very well be fired upon as easily as the Sith. He didn't trust Rausgeber. The man was a fanatic, a madman. His pulsions were driving him rather than his beliefs. This was dangerous for everyone, not just the Sith that were trying to bring down the Confidence. What the hell was he doing anyway? It seemed he wanted to sacrifice his ship rather than win the battle. This was nonsensical. Maybe if he reached the vessel, he could have an explanation?

"Alert. Security breach in the lower hangar. Security breach in the lower hangar. Enemy boarding party landed. Alert."

Gallius frowned as the automated systems of the ship informed the whole crew of the situation. This was it. He had to make sure none of the boarding party members would ever reach the bridge. And all he had to do...

"Seal the lower hangar! Close the armoured doors and clamp their vessels to the ground. Status report on the particle shields, now! Arm the interior ray shields, seal the bridge and override the secondary bridge. Prepare the prefabricated barricades. Deploy the TodHusars, activate the automated defence turrets and prepare to isolate Section Aurek-34 from the rest of the ship. Put me in a security recording of the boarding party and prepare Janus. He is going to welcome our intruders. Just make sure we are all on the private comlink channel, and get his roar to service! Gallius ordered. He was trying to keep up with the battle whilst repelling the enemy intrusion, and he had many parameters to consider.
"The particle shields are wavering, but we will be able to bring them back at full power really soon! The breach wasn't important, and the generators have not been touched, the Lithonian answered as he executed his commander's orders as quickly as possible. The situation was beginning to look worrying. They had to react as quickly and efficiently as possible.

The interior of the ship began to look like a deadly maze. The doors of the bridge slammed and closed, locked for safety, the cortosis alloy ensuring no one would pierce it. In the main hangar, the TodHusars retreated to prefabricated defensive positions, chokepoints that would slow the enemy down if not pin it. Automated turrets and ray shield traps lit up, fending off attackers without the New Imperials being actually present. Meanwhile, the main hangar was locking itself, the armoured door closing to prevent anyone from entering or leaving the landing pad. As ordered by Orcana, the troop carriers were magnetically clamped to the pad, preventing the task force from taking off easily.

As the New Imperial personnel withdrew to their new barricades, doors began to slam and close. Gallius had ordered it, the section corresponding to the hangar bay and its surroundings were to be isolated from the rest of the ship. The Sith and her men would be trapped there with the ray shields and the automated turrets until they could breach the doors. Behind the doors, the TodHusars, reinforced by the security regiment of the ship, would be waiting, ready to slaughter the fools that were trying to reach them. But the defensive measures were not yet done lighting up.

In the vicinity of Section Aurek-34, the loudspeakers had been connected to the bridge when Gallius had learned of the boarding party. From his seat, he would watch the Sith-imperials struggle to get out of the section, wanting to spill blood and fight real soldiers. The Commodore would deny them the opportunity of killing his soldiers for the moment. He had to hold the intruders back, and he would reward them of their patience. The loudspeakers would unleash the distorted, twisted cries of Darth Janus, the Sith that the officer had betrayed on Bastion.

And so, what began as a silent humming in the main hangar bay, soon reached its true potential. The sound was deafening, the voice heard was terrifying. A horrendous scream pulsated on the walls, the vocal cords broken by the torment of pain. It was a madman's death cry, the last anyone had heard. Gallius had captured it, refined it and twisted it until it was barely recognisable. The Sith's death had been a powerful one, and the Commodore felt he was obliged to grant his Sith intruder a foreshadowing of what would be her future. She would exist as a sonic weapon unleashed upon other Sith, a pure expression of terror, pain and torment. And then, it would be refined, until no one could ever hope to replicate it.
The Commodore had seen the Sith use her voice to knock out several troopers. And he knew his own answer would be a tremendous one, that would crush bones and madden normal individuals. The Sith might survive, but she would be cut in halves by the chokepoints established as of now. She would never survive.

Walking away from the security recordings, the officer focused on space, his true home. The flotilla would be routed soon. The second Corvette was close to dying, and the fighter carrier would have trouble defending itself. Gallius ordered the Caçadores to unleash a last broadside before rushing to the Harrower. Half his support crafts and fighters would launch a first bombing run on the flagship, while the rest of the fleet followed. In fact, Orcana was convinced he could let the bulk of his fleet charge forward while he was dealing with the Harrower. He prepared his orders and watched the Azure Hammer Command respond eagerly. Everyone here wanted...

Blood

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

AZURE HAMMER COMMAND - FIFTH FLEET​

Name​

Class​

Status​

Commander​

NIV Pride of the Emperor	Cuirassier-class Cruiser	- Fully crewed, Active	Commodore Gallius Orcana​
NIV Conqueror	Cuirassier-class Cruiser	- Fully crewed, Active	Captain Kir Ralkhone - NPC
AIV Foudroyant	Foudroyant-class Fleet Carrier Vessel	- Fully crewed, Active	Commander Erika Richthofen - NPC
NIV Revanchist	Donnager-class Star Destroyer	- Fully crewed, Active	Captain Gar Ventanus - NPC
NIV Percussor	Donnager-class Star Destroyer	- Fully crewed, Active	Commander Sev Vatar - NPC
NIV Shadow of the Emperor	Donnager-class Star Destroyer	- Fully crewed, Active	Commander Ma'nuu'roduo - NPC
NIV Anaxes's Honour	Inceptus-class Assault Ship	- Fully crewed, Active	Commander Viel Yularen - NPC
NIV Iron Fist	Inceptus-class Assault Ship	- Fully crewed, Active	Lieutenant-Commander Jurg Haskler - NPC
AIV Pride of Anaxes	X100-class Escort Frigate	- Fully crewed, Active	Albrecht F. Herlock
AIV Courageous	X100-class Escort Frigate	- Fully crewed, Active	Lieutenant-Commander James Halsey - NPC
AIV Audacious	X100-class Escort Frigate	- Fully crewed, Active	Lieutenant-Commander Julius E. Mannerheim - NPC
NIV Cygnus	Escolta-class Frigate	- Fully crewed, Active	Lieutenant-Commander Len Pard - NPC
NIV Imperial Paragon	Escolta-class Frigate	- Fully crewed, Active	Lieutenant Giel Thrackan - NPC
AIV Oceanos	Veers-class Star Galleon	- Fully crewed, Active​	Delvrarus Sanders
AIV Silencieux	Silencieux-class Stealth Corvette	- Fully crewed, Active	Lieutenant Lucas Traumen - NPC
NIV Imperial Hand	Caçadores-class Corvette	- Fully crewed, Active	Lieutenant Dek Rakad - NPC
NIV Eternal Crusader	Caçadores-class Corvette	- Fully crewed, Active	Lieutenant Fulthius Rax - NPC

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Objective //: Blood Hunter //:
//: Target //: Alina Tremiru //:
//: Allies //: NIO/GA //:

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Simple relief came as Viers felt the tight bone-shattering grip of the Vampire release from her ankle. The tendons throbbed as she figured the bone was heavily bruised and fractured. Her focus in the Force shifted, using it to dull the pain and help her rise to her feet. Viers watched as the last breath of the loyal guard released his life to healing his master's.

"There are things truly frightening in this galaxy." Alina's words pierced through the chaos. The creature Alina was was a parasite. She consumed life from those around her while believing she was an apex predator. Leaning against the durasteel wall she was slammed into, Viers blinked, and Alina had moved. There was no time for the disciple to react, so instead, she threw her quarterstaff upward and blocked the incoming blow of the lightsaber. The Force enhanced her strength as she pushed against the Vampire. "That's why I exist," the Corellian responded through gritted teeth. "To strike fear into the terrors of the galaxy." Viers finished and pushed off against Alina.

As the imbued wood and the red blade separated, Viers reached into her cloak and drew out another one of the small explosives she had brought with her. She tossed the explosive towards Alina, hoping that it would attach, and then burst the Vampira into flames. Gears grinding echoed through the hallways, followed by the sound of the escape pods firing off.

Viers did her best not to focus on what the sounds meant; her focus was on the woman before her.​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Objective: Rescue Ingrid L'lerim
Location: Space
Equipment: See Sig | Tremiru House Guard
Allies: TSE/EE
Enemies: NIO / GA
Tags: Kuben Woods | Caarlyle Rausgeber | Trajan Fett | Jivim Vaak | Rexus Wenck | Commodore Curtis Rheardon | Albrecht F. Herlock | Delvrarus Sanders | Grand Moff Decimus | Tranquility | Errix Feh'room | Seela Leini | Moff Drybis Lyken | Calruss Shiman | Darth Banshee | The Amalgam | LT-137 | Viers Connory (Engaging)

Kawarm watched on in silence as his own troops and that of Damian's shock troopers ripped through those unprepared to face them. The large Wookie was calm. All of the guard was, truly. Their orders were simple. Assist Damian, rescue the Empress. Move on. They didn't rip people apart, didn't scream out any war cries or belittle their opponents. They were cold, ruthless killing machines.

"<I smell different people approaching.>" The Wookie finally spoke, his head turned down the hallway where silence had started. Then he and the others were gone, just as the hallway opened up with blaster fire. A new foe had arrived, and the Guard wasn't the type to sit out in the open and fight. The looped around the halls, stealth units active, to get behind and flank these new foes.

A rush of anger welled in Alina's gut as she listened to Viers. How could someone trying fight against this evil be so naive on just how cruel it was. The Sith swiped her blade upwards at the explosive. She'd already used it to kill her guards, last thing she was going to do was get caught in it herself. As soon as she swing she darted back from the ensuing explosion.

Fire erupted between them. Then she heard it. Escape pods firing off? The angry expression she had settled back to the calm, thin frown. They either evacuated to get away from the Sith and were planning to blow up the ship, or they had another way to deal with the Sith and didn't want them to try and escape. Either way wasn't something Alina was looking forward to figuring out.

"They don't fear." Alina hissed the words from between her teeth as she launched herself through the fire. She brought her blade around high, swiping across for the Jedi's chest with the plasma edge. There was a hate there for Viers. Alina didn't understand it, but she felt it. And she used it.

 

[Laertia Io]

Enhanced reflexes. Lightsaber resistant Armor.

Her Sword of Surt'r could cut easily through that with enough blows. That wasn't what bothered her.

What bothered her was the continuous targeting of her sons by Hakon Fett

As his blade storm erupted, Xiphos managed to save four, hurling them back with Telekinesis before his blades could destroy them also.

But the distraction cost her.

Part of his shatter beam glanced her side as she dodged, sending her hurling back. She felt blood. A cracked rib. The armor was already taking care of it. She felt very little pain.

Xiphos dodged the secondary attack, then teleported close by. He had gotten lucky the first time. His armor had withstood Surt'r's blade. But a few more whacks and it would not matter, as the blade was enchanted to cut through traditional Lightsaber resistant materials.

She lunged savagely with her claymore-esque Lightsaber, it's reach giving her an advantage as she struck for his wrists, furious at him having the gall to kill a few of her sons in front of her.

She struck for him fast and relentless, trying to Force him on the defensive and then crush him.

"PROVE YOURSELF A HARBOR MASTER, THEN, ASSASSIN!" Xiphos snarled murderously, trying to cut off his attempts to retreat and manuever with fast slashes that came at random, aimed at any limb that the blade was capable of reaching, extending a telekinetic field in her immediate radius that if he wasn't strong enough physically or spiritually to resist, risked drastically slowing his movements...

Meanwhile...

Martin The Nuetralizer took point as they approached the Crimson Sky National Bank of Muunilist.

The NIO Stormtroopers were busy trying to off load the bullion and other credits at Special, armored Shuttles.

Martin immediately began watching them through his scope. Two perimeter guards at the shuttle itself, Multiple Gun Emplacements on the roof. And...

Soldiers in Black Armor, decked out like Purge Troopers.

"Purge Troopers. Iron Sun must be branching out. Ten credits says they're there to fight Sith. But so many...these are usually Specialized Units deployed in limited numbers..." Martin remarked from behind the cover of a bombed out tank.

"Maybe there is something in that bank worth fighting over. Something more than bullion or gems..." Hudson remarked.

"I do not like these Non-Bryn'adul opponents..." Tom The Model 2 remarked. "Too stationary. Too Defensive. Throws me off."

"Indeed. Non-Bryn'adul can be a tough nut to crack. They are conventional in their approach in comparison to the Bryn'adul's constant offensive tactics." Martin agreed. "But it really just requires minor re-adjustment. Planning it out more."

"They expect attempts will be made to steal the valuables. They don't expect the enemy to deliberately destroy the valuables." Tom asserted. "We should hit the shuttle and the gun emplacements at the same time."

"Good plan." Martin said. "Brother, take your boys and flank their position using the building closest to the bank perimeter. And watch it! They may have left booby traps. When I give the signal, you pop smoke and hit their engines. Kabuto, you go with Stevenson and plant your Det Charges While they are distracted by Lundgren and Bernthal firing on the engines. I'll take out their commanding officers while Hudson Jams transmissions."

"Watashitachiha sensō no michi o sonchō shimasu." Kabuto remarked.

"Damn right." Martin agreed.

"I do hope to break some of their spines before the day is out..." Tom replied. "I have a quota to fill."

"There's a quota on Spine Breaking?" Lundgren asked. "When did that happen?"

"Brother Hadrian ordered it last month, and to be perfectly honest, it's one of the more difficult quotas to fill. Right up there with wearing someone's freshly cut off face and Lollygagging." Tom explained.

"How is it difficult to Lollygag? I do that chit all the time. Stevenson! Didn't I Lollygag in front of that convenience store all last week?" Hudson asked.

"Any Nuetralizer worth their processors can loiter, as you do, Brother Hudson. True Lollygagging is art." Tom replied passionately. "You can't rush art..."

"Kore ga watashi ga herumetto o konomu riyūdesu." Kabuto remarked.

"Your helmet is magnificent." Tom said in a creepy low voice. "Where might I acquire a similar helmet?"

"Sore o nusumimasu." Kabuto answered.

"We can all worry about how to acquire awesome helmets like Kabuto after we get done murdering these feths." Martin said.

The larger, bulkier Model 2's retreated and looked for an alternate route to the building closest to the bank. Martin aimed as he spotted banking clan officials exiting the building, giving everyone time to get to position

"Execute." He ordered after a few minutes.

Hudson flooded the airwaves with junk signals, as a hail storm of fire erupted from the Model 2's on a second story window. Lundgren and Bernthal opened fire on the engines while concealed by the dust clouds of fallen buildings, Stevenson escorting Kabuto through smoke grenades, firing on any soldiers he spotted.

Martin sniped a series of people in the next few seconds, first three banking clan officials, then two Stormtrooper Commanders in the lightning attack, and Martin ducked as his position took massive amounts of return fire, forced to stay behind cover so he would not get obliterated. He crawled low to the ground with Bernthal and Lundgren, as mortar strikes rained on their position, only to get doused in rotary cannon and LMG fire from Tom, shredding the emplacements. Kabuto, in the meantime, had succeeded in planting the charges and ran for his Operational Capacity as the shuttle exploded, sending the shrapnel of ruined bullion and gems into the enemy, mutilating and killing them.

The Purge Troop survivors rallied, getting into position and firing, some trying to hit Kabuto and Stevenson. That was when Tom and the Model 2's dropped from their ambush position and set upon them with vibromachetes.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR ATTEMPTING PREMARITAL SEX NEAR CAMPS WITH LAKES!" Tom yelled as blood and viscera splashed against his hockey Mask.

"Ahhhh..." Martin sighed wistfully, watching his brothers dismember the Purge Troopers. "He'll go far in life, with that attitude."

Soon everyone at the entrance was dead, and Martin and the others were marching in through the front door, intent on killing whatever they found inside...

 

[Calruss Shiman]

Objective: Breach the ship and extract the empress safely
Location: Space/Raider Class Corvette
Allies: TSE
Enemies: NIO and GA
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim / Open ​

Minutes felt like hours as they waited for one of the combatants to make their first move, and sure enough, they did just that. Within moments firework-like explosions appeared before them, each one beautiful yet destructive as it blew up countless ships on the battlefield "I suggest we halt until the sith forces have made a move on our target. We cannot go in until they've had their fun first" Kodo suggested while beginning to prep the ship for their way forward. In agreement, Calruss slowly nodded. It was foolish to go in first, let alone take on a cruiser of that size. They needed to be smart and wait their turn before taking risks.

"In the meantime, make sure the weapon systems are operational. We may need them when we land in the hanger"

From the comment alone both pilots looked at each other in surprise before turning their seats around in unison "I don't think that's a very good idea, you do realize that will be the main conflict zone of the entire ship?" Mar explained "Not to mention the amount of Sith that will be sulking around. Even though they are our allies, they still may mistake you as an empire Lackie" Kodo added on, with both pilots trying to change the young warrior's mind. With a small smirk across his lips, Calruss almost seemed to find their concern comical.

"Don't you think I've thought this through? If you really think landing in a hanger full of conflict is a bad idea, you are mistaken. I see why you are so concerned, so allow me to explain my reasoning. Most of the sith boarding parties are likely to land in the hanger due to more breathing room. If they all went in through other exits they would sustain heavy casualties from the landing alone. Tight spaces are the attacker's weakness, while large spaces being the defender's vulnerability. So, I ask you this question, would you rather risk me going in with a large sith presence in the hanger or get blasted into dust as soon as I board alone?"

The two pilots sighed as they looked at each other once more, a small nod of agreement soon appearing as they both turned back to the control panel "You've made your point, we will proceed as followed" Kodo acknowledged, leaving the teen to slowly head to the back in preparation for the task ahead.

And with that, the ship began to swiftly head to the ship's hanger with haste. All around them flew a mixture of ships, every one of them trying their best to blast each other into pieces. Their ship rocked widely as they dodged and received the effects of close explosions sometimes too close for comfort "Almost almost..." Mar grunted through his teeth as they flew into the chaotic hanger which was full of blaster fire and violence. Kodo punched the cloaking button and opened the ramp as they hovered off the ground.

Within seconds Calruss jumped from the ship and rolled along the metallic floor of the hanger. He quickly jumped to his feet and ignited his lightsaber and ran towards the direction of an exit. At the same time, he deflected blaster fire coming from both parties, some of which were mainly from the crossfire of fighting happening around them. Although there was a possibility the sith troops were mistaking him for the enemy. Just like his pilots mentioned beforehand.

Sliding through a doorway he threw back his lightsaber and sliced the panel on the side, forcing the blast doors to shut behind him as he snapped back to the surprisingly quiet corridor. He had no clue where he was, nor where the empress was being held, but one way or the other he was going to do his service and do what he was born to do.

With no time to keep waiting he pushed ahead, his lightsaber still ignited as he walked through the battle-worn corridor. It was clear conflict had been and gone, but the question was why was it so quiet?

 

[Detritus Ren]

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Location: Muunilinst
Objective: 3
Allies: DECEASED Erskine Barran Zakaria Black DECEASED Aron Gowrie Hâwmâr Lurais
Enemies: TSE, Open
Equipment: Crossguard Lightsaber, Imperial Knight Battle Armor, Speeder Bike, Verpine Lance

The speeders moved at a quickening pace, when they finally moved out of the shambled ruins, and got closer to the front. That was where the fun would truly begin, with enemy flak taking out a couple of enemy units. Jin cried out over the comms. "Evasive maneuvers." As he narrowly avoided some of his own problems with the enemy fire. He kept gunning the acceleration, as did the other speeders on his tale, every now and then one or two would be blown to bits. His nerves shot just as the speeders that didn't survive the ride that was being taken.

When they finally made it to the front lines, they zoomed straight for the encroaching Sith Lines, the lancers hitting at organics, and heavy armor alike. Some of the lancers taking huge swathes of enemies with them. Yet experiencing losses of their own. The objective was to help the Galidraani boys soften some of the Sith lines up, perhaps to offer a diversion of sorts to route the Sith. The lancer support would split into two prong like waves. Going against one side of the Sith lines, while the other does the same.

The lancer moves had seemed to work in tandem with the heavy troops Galidraan was offering. Making it seem that slowly the Imperials were combining forces to knock back the Sith little by little. Of course his overconfidence meant that the Sith started to make counterstrikes upon the fast moving lancers. Taking out a few more than as usual when just surrounded by the flak. Now you had Sith troopers bringing out their own heavy armor and anti scout forces. Something of which the lancers were caught in landmine explosions, and chaos started to spread all across the battlefield. Some of the stormtroopers were on the ground, some limbs blown off. Crying, some begging for help as the speeders started to retreat.

Now with some of the lines emboldened, it would be a bloody struggle in trying to push them back. They kept landing. More kept coming just trying to stop any advance. Jin even had doubts about his charge tactic would work. All he knew was that perhaps his own speeder bike would be destroyed, and he would have to be surrounded by them. Not that it mattered, if he would be fighting in some brutal close quarters, he would do so. Even if he himself did not have much of a choice in the matter.

For now, even as the numbers started to dwindle to a 100 men left. The hit and run tactics still remained. Going back from the encroaching lines, to going back and puncturing holes for the heavy armor to create a bigger impact. And still the Sith kept coming, it would seem as if they were unstoppable, and would only make this a bloody bitter fight to the finish.