Public Ozymandias

[Aspect of Passion]

OOC Thread
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Odavessa
876 ABY

Seven Years After the Fall of Dromund Kaas…

The Sith world hidden in the chaotic veil, a safe harbor for the remaining agents of the Empire. Ruled now by the enigmatic strength of the Worm Emperor, the Sith have found peace to rebuild, restrengthen, and prepare themselves to resurge. All across the system, fleets are prepared, armies drilled, and zealots radicalized.​

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Now, the Dark Council convened under the watchful eye of the Worm - debating the strategic viability of galactic targets. Places to cripple trade, communications, anything and everything - to take the Galaxy by storm, to bring fire to a thousand worlds to avenge the fall of the greatest Empire they had known since Sidious. Brentaal IV, Coruscant, Bastion, Panatha - targets were named, battle plans were drawn, and they were set aside.​

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“Another target should be the genocide of Galidraan. It was once amiableammiable to Sith Rule, but the Imperials have given them new ideals - anything short of the removal of their race could lead to long term problems.”, Darth Maliphant offered.​

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Yet, before another could respond - the Worm Emperor let out a deep and foreboding breath. For an eldritch being that did nothing without purpose, it drew the Dark Council’s attention to their otherwise silent master. His voice carried a thousand times over through the room;​

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“The Jedi have found our respite. It would seem war has come to our home.”​

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The Same Time​

Aboard the Bezharl​

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As @Kahlil Zambrano flew the custom carrier through hyperspace, Wyatt strained against the fabric of his robes. All that he had worried about, all that he had tried to prove was now coming to fruition - the last holdout of the Sith Empire. It had been seven years - of hunting them, trailing them, finding any piece of evidence he could to prove to the Jedi they were still a threat.​

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But in the end, all it took was the knowledge of another Sith. The Jedi’s release of Ashin Varanin had paid off.. Wyatt had expected as much from his friends, but he didn’t expect how exact her information would be. She spoke of a massive factory world outside the Galactic Ring near Wild Space - of a nebula built over a thousand years, isolated from even the Zero Plague.​

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There the Sith remained, she had said. There they built up an army the likes of which the Galaxy had never seen. Wyatt couldn’t be sure how- Was it a contingency from the Empire, or something far more nefarious? - but whatever it was, he would settle it.​

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“Kahlil, can you connect me to the fleets?”, he said.​

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When it was done, he looked at the commanders that had offered their fleets to him with a stoic and hopefully pragmatic sternness. He hoped his voice would not betray his anxiety when he spoke to the fleets;​

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“Admirals - we are going into this dark. The nebula is too thick, the enchantments make scanners worthless. I fear what we might find, but with our combined strength - I hope to see the last Sith fall from grace, and in doing so we may still protect the Galaxy from their ilk.”, he said - hoping it would reassure them, embolden them, but he knew there was something dark in what was to come.​

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“When we arrive, I expect massive resistance. Your fleets should blockade the planet, deal with anyone or anything we can - and I will help lead the Jedi planetside. If we can cut off the head of the Sith, we may be able to drive the final nail into the coffin they refuse to let close.”​

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“For everyone else - do what you can, and stay safe. No matter what happens today, this will be our finest hour.”​

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Objective 1: King of Kings​

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The Worm Emperor and the Dark Council remain powerful even now. Wyatt Morga intends to topple the giants that they are in one singular strike. Join him to cut down the most powerful Sith in the Galaxy - and ensure that the Sith Empire never returns.​

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Objective 2: That Colossal Wreck​

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Surrounding the planet is a fleet half alive - preparing for the day they returned to conquer the Galaxy. It is great and terrible - but the fleets are not yet online. Break them while they are docked, inoperational, but prepare for them to begin to stir from their hibernation. The armies of the world have begun to mobilize - it is only a matter of time before they prepare a proper counterattack, if not an escape.​

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Objective 3: Antique Land​

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The World of Odavessa is a marvel of sith engineering - a small moon laid so deeply with manufacturing equipment and the dark side one could explore its depths for centuries and still not find it all. To protect the Galaxy, the factories must be disabled, ruined beyond repair. Protecting it is the armies of the Sith radicalized over centuries - kill them, end their existence, and stop their return.​

Spoiler: Tag List

Caltin Vanagor
Darth Megarea
Siv Dragr
Valen
Jeren Kestros
Ket Van-Derveld
Darth Kentarch
Joycelyn Zambrano
Silas Westgard
Jacste Selden
Darth Carnifex
Balaya Praelior Zambrano
Tiland Kortun
Darth Ophidia
Yaadri Osi-Yyn
Lirka Ka
Darth Strosius
Thaelius
Inanna Harth
Jax Thio
Alina Tremiru
Ijaat Mereel
Errix Feh'room
Valery Noble
Millia Brimarch
Venn Kolis
Spindle
Shakka Bralor
Xzinn Dronnol
Darth Xyrah
Varik Awaud
TC-CS-4820
Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra

 

[Darth Carnifex]

A small flotilla of warships sat disconnected from the larger gathering near Odavessa, moored against the kaleidoscopic maelstrom that sequestered the star system from the wider galaxy. The flotilla consisted of several destroyer-sized vessels, all anchored around a single battlecruiser that served as the formation's heart. Squadrons of single-man fighters flew in patrol arcs around the multitude of warships, the purple glow of their ion engines distant pinpricks of luminosity in the utter blackness of space. Each of the larger vessels was manned by the men and women of the Kainate, a hermetic shadow-state that lived and died at the command of its tyrannical despot; the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Carnifex.

Rarely had the Kainate placed its vessel in proximity to Odavessa, a world of labyrinthine politics slaved to the whimsy of the Worm Emperor. Though Carnifex and the Worm were allies, that alliance chiefly existed in concept rather than reality. In truth, there was little holding the two Dark Lords to one another other than a mutual desire to see the galaxy punished for the indignity suffered by the Sith. It was the same alliance that once used to exist between Darth Carnifex and Darth Solipsis, an alliance that was practically nonexistent with Solipsis' demise on Tython. Whatever would replace Solipsis was unknowable, only that in the absence of power there would be a violent struggle.

Carnifex had no ambitions to replace Solipsis as leader of the Maw. If the mongrels wished to butcher themselves fighting of a corpse's throne, then He would not interfere. He would, however, keep His eyes fixed upon the struggle that would unfold, looking to exploit any opportunity that may arise. For now, Carnifex had pulled His fighting legions back from the Core for the time being, redeploying them in strategic formations across the Outer Rim and Wild Space. They are searching for something, something that not even the Dark Lord of the Sith has fully revealed to them. They know only so little, only a strict set of parameters that need to be satisfied. None question this, for their will is the will of the Dark Lord; and it shall be fulfilled.

But there is a growing tremor in the Force, and it has brought the Dark Lord of the Kainate to Odavessa. He watches the planet from above, hidden away in His flagship; the Eternal Rule. Though He has been allied to the Worm for several years now, He has yet to uncover all of Odavessa's many secrets. Once, He believed that He did not need to hurry, that time served His ambitions. But now, time had been made an ally of the enemy. He must most swiftly now, swiftly but cautiously, for if He tipped His hand too soon He may find Himself encumbered by more enemies than He could handle. So He had come to Odavessa and waited, watching all that transpired on the world below and in the space above.

He could feel that the time was near, so He summoned forth His followers and made planet fall. They had not been there long before the tremor that had revealed itself to Carnifex made itself known.

The Jedi have arrived.

UX-0626 | Qzekov | Jax Thio ​

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Objective 3: An Antique Land
Post: 1

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Darth Xyrah had arrived alongside his master Darth Carnifex, having too felt a disturbance in the force. Battle would soon come to Odavessa, and he intended to be ready for it. Odavessa's valuable foundries and their protection would be his overall goal, and he had prepared accordingly. Legions of freshly built SB-1 Battle Droids, SB-2 Super Battle Droids and Demiurge-class Destroyer Droids reinforced the defending army guarding the factories, designs manufactured by the genius of Darth Xyrah himself. A ripe opportunity to put them to the test and gather valuable combat data, through victory or defeat.

As their activation codes were transmitted, the droids spurred to life, quickly adopting defensive positions throughout the sprawling factory complexes. Anti-air weapons and other defenses were brought online to help combat aerial attacks. If the Jedi wished to destroy these factories, Darth Xyrah would make them pay for every inch with the blood of their soldiers. He personally took up position where he calculated the fighting would be thickest, a full regiment of his SB-2 Super Battle Droids reinforced by Destroyer Droids at his back, ready for action.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Joycelyn Zambrano had, in many ways, fallen away from the grace and attention of those who would consider themselves her superiors. She had a chance to lead the armies of the Sith, but instead she had taken up piracy and petty schemes of revenge. Her mind, while always working to give herself a path to new ascension, had drifted from the ranks of a burgeoning Sith invasion to other shores.

But mostly to the simple act of violent piracy.

In those violent acts, she had started refining recruits and spacefarers into deadly pirate force. She had forged connections and companionships with the Kraken Coalition and embedded herself in their network. Joycelyn became essential, if excentric.

Her soldiers, her zealots, had proven themselves capable in war on Panatha.

They had proven their loyalty time and time again.

Soon the time would come. Soon she would unveil her plan, her scheme, the revenge she had been sowing in the years since the fall of the Empire. She let out a deep breath as she moved her finger down the chain of leathery skulls that dangled from her hand. Each one a foe, a Jedi, a Mandalorian, a rogue Sith, a traitor, a brother.

Brother

A feeling made suddenly look up.

«No.»

 

[Inanna Harth]

Inanna would have gone alone, not wanting to put her people through any more trouble than was necessary. But certain individuals within her inner circle talked, and word had evidently spread through the ranks faster than she thought possible. Soon she had a small army of Shi'ido volunteers lining up to accompany her to Odavessa.

There were Shamans longing to cut their teeth on the flesh of lesser Sith, their beast companions craving bloodshed; there were Cytherai eager to test their wills against a new foe; there were Micians, too proud to back down from a challenge, and a host of rebels who still pledged their allegiance to the Lao-mon Planetary Defense Forces.

They wanted to have an army again. They wanted to fight again. They looked to Inanna, the daughter of their slain general and friend to their slain champion, to give them that opportunity. How could she refuse them?

Accompanying the Jedi, the Shi'ido forces arrived in two ships. One was a Star Destroyer of Shi'ido make, the Tattered Banner. Another was a Cruiser, the Spironos.

Inanna had no set plan, except to get to Odavessa and kill any Sith she found. There would be no extreme risk-taking, no flashy maneuvers or dirty tricks. She would be on the ground, while the two vessels were left in the command of others. If she encountered Onrai or someone else she knew from her days undercover in the Sith Empire, she would kill them too. There would be no negotiations. Hopefully, it would be a nice little break from her usual diplomacy.

Spoiler: I need to keep track of this stuff

• The Spironos, a Harpoon-class Cruiser
• The Tattered Banner, a Chernamila-class Star Destroyer
• 300 Shamans
  • Controlling hundreds of beast companions, including beelzeborks, urartu, andesites, and branchlurkers
• 300 Micians
• 100 Cytherai
• Various rebels (Shi'ido NPC warposting fodder)

Wyatt Morga Kahlil Noble Joycelyn Zambrano Darth Xyrah Darth Carnifex​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective 1: Stop the Kingslayers
Location: Odavessa, near the Khartsis Pyramid
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Wyatt Morga / Alina Tremiru / Darth Ophidia
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The usual hustle and bustle of Odavessa was as constant and annoying as ever. Not even Dromund Kaas had felt as stifling and crowded near the capital building. By now he would have usually found a nice quiet spot to wait out the crowds or even leave the planet entirely, but unfortunately orders kept him firmly near the base of the mighty palace. Apparently being a new Knight of the Sith meant that he got to stand around and appear intimidating outside the building while the council conducted their mysterious, and apparently long winded, meeting.

Probably plotting something, if he had to guess. The thought made his shoulders slack for a moment as he let out a sigh, keeping his hands crossed behind his back and trying to upkeep some sort imposing presence. He would have to be standing around for who knew how many more hours so he might as well try to keep up appearances.

It would make dealing with whatever 'superior' came around to inspect the guard that he had temporarily been assigned to far easier. Right as he was tempted to try and nap while standing up, suddenly the planet seemed to stop turning for a moment. The crowd kept on moving without interruption but he could feel that something in the air had shifted and turned. Something was off, and noticeably so.

Like a coiled spring, or more accurately a predator waiting to pounce, the atmosphere had changed even if no one had noticed it.

Nothing else seemed off at first other than the sensation in the air, but then the other guards got a transmission on their commlinks all at the same time. He of course didnt recieve the message, given that he was little more than window dressing for the rest of the real guards. Seeming with new orders they immediately turned and began marching towards the pyramid, the sounds of defenses coming online somewhere in the distance accompanying their fast marching boots. Ships in orbit that were still visible from teh ground began to move and more began to launch from landing platforms and hangars up into space after them. And he was still standing there waiting for new orders. Being out of the loop was nothing new of course, but this felt important and urgent. There was only one place to find out what was going on, so he went on following after the guards and towards the pyramid.

For better or worse, there would be answers there.

 

[TC-CS-4820]

The Forlorn Hope was one of the many Mercenary ships in the forming armada, yet if anyone had tried to look inside for life there was none. Only one droid was in this ship, and that one droid knew his possibility of death was high... but not as high as the fame, glory, rewards, and plunder. Even in Hyperspace his weapon systems began to turn online, every weapon extending and activating to show the full extent of the modifications to his ship. It looked less like a prison ship and more like a floating gun battery, every angle of fire covered.
The droid itself had stored all of its firearms in the uppermost gun locker in case of a breach, but also for its goal. It was going to depart from its ship and take the fight to the Sith with the ground armies it thought would be there. Its droid brain knew the slaved ship would be using only some of its own processor power yet have all of its skills. It did not even need to look at the screens to know everything was online and fined tuned, it's brain mostly planning out various possibilities. He shifted positions quickly in the armada, as he moved behind one of the larger ships and awaited the jump to real space.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Alina couldn't feel the rising tension. Unaware trouble was brewing due to her inability to feel the Force she lounged. Idly sipping at a glass of blood wine, staring out the nearby window. She never did like this world. So removed from the Galaxy, so the Sith could hide away like rats. A safe haven, sure, but it felt more like a weakness than anything else. Or she just hated the fact this world was so close to the Worm Emperor.

Yeah no, she just didn't like being around the Worm Emperor.

And yet, something happened. Movement in the streets below. Her golden eyes narrowed as she watched the active guard make haste towards the pyramid. To the Worm? With a heavy sigh she finished what remained of her drink and hopped down from the window she was perched in. Conveniently landing beside Alisteri, much to her apparent surprise as she stumbled back a step.

"Oh shi- I mean. Hey. What's going on?"

Darth Strosius | Darth Ophidia | Wyatt Morga

 

[Kahlil Noble]

A simple flip of the switch and the fleet was connected.

Kahlil's eyes narrowed, though, as they dropped from hyperspace. He could feel it. The darkness here. Some eerily familiar. His family, then? Part of him didn't want to be here. Didn't want Valery to be here. It was a threat that needed to be handled, but after everything that happened on Tython, it was just another war on another side of the galaxy against another foe. Too much war was never a good thing for anyone.

But, his father was here. That alone was why he'd come along. The sins of the Zambrano family weren't something he could ignore. Not when some were his own. His gaze shifted to the Jedi Master as Wyatt spoke, addressing their allies. Then to Valery herself.

Together, like before.

Then his gaze drifted, staring out the side of the viewport. Ah. So Carnifex wasn't the only one here?

"Well, I guess you get to meet your sister in law, Val."

Valery Noble | Wyatt Morga | Joycelyn Zambrano

 

[Valery Noble]

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Location: Shuttle
Appearance: Link
Outfit: Factory Link
Weapon: Lightsabers
Tag: Kahlil Noble Joycelyn Zambrano Darth Empyrean

Valery had listened to her fellow Jedi go through the briefing, but her attention quickly shifted to Kahlil — his family was out here. He could sense it and through him, she was more than aware of it too. That alone was more than enough reason for him to be out there, but he didn't stand alone against the Zambranos anymore. She was going to be his support pillar, and he would be hers.

Like Tython and the battles before, they were together.

"Well, I guess you get to meet your sister-in-law, Val."

She looked away from the window and at him with a smirk, "How lovely. Do you think she'll be mad I didn't bring flowers?" As serious as this mission was, she wanted to keep the mood between them a little bright, and joking around usually helped. She then nudged her side into him and reached for his hand to squeeze it gently.

"Like Tython, I'm not leaving your side. We deal with her together, and whoever else steps in to cause trouble." He had experienced her stubbornness about staying together on Tython, so he would know better than anybody else just how serious she was about this. They were up against no ordinary Sith here, so together they were at their strongest.

Valery then raised herself on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, "I think the shuttle is getting close." She lowered herself and let her fiery focus ignite within her.

"I can feel them."

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“When one is being driven to the edge, we either fight back or jump ” Dino KF Wong​

The 9th Fleet of the SJDF dropped out of hyperspace several sectors out. Caltin Vanagor was with Admiral Liram Angellus on the well-deck of [I[“The Celestial City.”[/I] Final preparations were being made to move into the theater, crews were fueling and arming fighters, Marines were arming and loading into breaching ships. It was a war that they were about to enter but there was something different about this one. They were going in to win it all and once for all. If this was true, then why was Caltin concerned? What was the cost that was going to be collected?

As his Interceptor was lowered from the storage position it sat on, the massive Jedi Master went about inspecting as Liram went about his business nearby. He seemed to be on some sort of mass holo-call. Either way, it was probably best as fighters were launching. They were all armed to the teeth as if prepared to not come back. It should not have to be like this, but the fact is, the Brotherhood of the Maw has to be stopped, but in doing so they had the Sith Empire, even if as fractured as they are, have to be stopped directly as well. That was probably why Caltin answered the call that was sent out by Wyatt Morga . Truth be told the two of them had never met, but they had something very important tying them together.

They were Jedi. Simple as that.

Climbing into the cockpit, the big man did not need to worry about clearance from the tower, the deck boss had already told him that he would be first out of the cat presser. They had a trip to make still in sub-light but that was the purpose so as not to just jump into the proverbial soup. It was a prudent move for the military, but it meant that the massive Jedi Master had to look for the ship carrying other Jedi.


As he launched, Caltin sent out a general (encrypted) call to @Wyatt Morga’s ship for any last minute plans. It was unfortunate that it had come to this, but when there are no other options than you have to accept what you may not want. That was the way of life sometimes, you hope for the best and plan for the worst.

TAG: Allies - Wyatt Morga , Valery Noble , Kahlil Noble , TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: Aspect of Passion Njal The Black, TEAM DARKSIDE

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Liram Angellus]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

Spoiler: CELESTIAL CITY

SHIP NAME: CELESTIAL CITY
SHIP CLASS: SUPER CARRIER
FLAG OFFICER: LIRAM ANGELLUS
SHIP CAPTAIN: GYM HALPERN
COMMAND STAFF
EQUIPPED: 25x L4Vele Series Deployable Defense turrets. per ship
CAPTAIN'S LAUNCH: "Amenadiel"

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: 103rd Tactical Starfighter Wing "Angel of Death Squadron"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (10 Squadrons)

1. Angel 2-11 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (12 Squadrons)

1. Angel 12-17 NC-1000 X-Wing
2. Angel 18-23 Ashera Class Fighter

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)

1. Angel 24-28 Azazael class Stealth fighter

DEFENSIVE FIGHTER SCREEN (3 Squadrons)

1. Angel 29-31 Starfury class Starfighter

BOMBERS W ESCORT (10 Squadrons)

1. Angel 32-36 Demon Class Bomber
2. Angel 37-41 Sovereignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS (10 Squadrons)

1. Angel 42-45 Cherub Gunship
2. Angel 46-51 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: SILVER CITY

SHIP NAME: SILVER CITY
SHIP CLASS: HEAVY CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ZEV TANTOR
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (8 Squadrons)

1. Voodoo 2-9 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (10 Squadrons)

1. Voodoo 10-14 NC-1000 X-Wing
2. Voodoo 15-19 Ashera Class Fighter

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)

1. Voodoo 20-24 Azazael class Stealth fighter

BOMBERS W ESCORT (5 Squadrons)

1. Voodoo 25-29 Demon Class Bomber

DEFENSIVE FIGHTER SCREEN (3 Squadrons)

1. Voodoo 30-32 Starfury class Starfighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS (5 Squadrons)

1. Angel 30-31 Cherub Gunship
2. Angel 32-34 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ROGER POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

AIR COMPLIMENT: "ARES WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.

SCAR WING (7 Squadrons)

1. SCAR 2-10 Jackal Class Starfighter

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)

1. Ares 1-6 Azazael class Stealth fighter

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (5 Squadrons)

1. Ares 7-12 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)

1. Ares 13–17 Ashera Class Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Ares 18 Cherub Gunship
2. Ares 19-20 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ANGELLUS LORE

Is here.

SECTOR: Open Space
ORDERS: Destroy the Sith Empire Fleet
WINGMATES: TAG: Allies - Wyatt Morga , Valery Noble , Kahlil Noble , TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: Aspect of Passion Njal The Black, TEAM DARKSIDE



The 9th Fleet of the SJDF dropped out of hyperspace several sectors out. Caltin Vanagor was with Admiral Liram Angellus on the well-deck of [I[“The Celestial City.”[/I] Final preparations were being made to move into the theater, crews were fueling and arming fighters, Marines were arming and loading into breaching ships. It was a war that they were about to enter but there was something different about this one. They were going in to win it all and once for all. This was not a good thing, but “General Quarters” was called, and it was all over but the crying at this point.

As his Interceptor was lowered from the storage position it sat on, the massive Jedi Master went about inspecting as Liram went about his business nearby. He was on a holocall with the commanders of his battlegroups. They were not going to be as tight as they were over Tython, but as spread out either. There was not going to be some level of a clusterf* like they had once thought too. His orders were clear and he was passing his own onto those in his command. They all came back, that is what he wanted.

Either way, it was probably best as fighters were launching. They were all armed to the teeth as if prepared to not come back, that is what he wanted. No overwhelming waves as the weapons fire needed to be constant. The fighters needed to make their runs, and RTB to reload and go back out. Simple as that. They were going to do the damage that they could not do over Tython and it was a good thing that, though he did not want to, he talked Chief Gribbs out of retirement for one more year.

Once the fighter screen, the heavies, and the bombers were launched, they would all move in en masse, but not before. This was a move to mask their numbers. Ironically, there was no hiding that they were coming, but the overlay pattern they were in would confuse sensors and make it look like 8 ships could look like 2 ships. Looking out, the long time fighter pilot/turned Captain/turned flag officer wanted to be out there with them, it was in his blood, but his place was here.

That was probably why Caltin answered the call that was sent out by Wyatt Morga . Truth be told the two of them had never met, but they had something very important tying them together.

They were Jedi. Simple as that. This was different.

As he launched, Caltin sent out a general (encrypted) call to @Wyatt Morga’s ship for any last minute plans much like Caltin no doubt had done himself. (t almost felt like there was no honor in what they were about to do, attack a fleet yard like this, but the window was closing, they had to get inside.

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES PER SHIP

Seraphim Marines
Powered Armor
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles
A-2319 Tanks
"Haniel" Tank Mk II
"Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicle
Jackhammers
"Mauler" Class Mobile Command Center
18x Skycranes

There would be no tanks, or command centers, or fighting vehicles used today. There was only the troops and the transports on this one. The twelve thousand plus Marines, all loading onto their transports and breaching shuttles, ready to invade and do as much damage as they could on these inert vessels. It was a scary time, but that is why they were Marines. They did the scary chit.

Spoiler: SUMMARY OF ACTIONS

The SJDF Marines are launching with the transport intent on invading the shipyards and doing as much damage as they could.

The fleet and the fighter screens are launched outside long range sensors and are moving in sunlight in a pattern that “should” cover their numbers. The plan is to move in slowly and attack in slow waves allowing for weapons re-arm and refueling in a pattern that will create a feeling of constant fire on the Sith Empire.

Spoiler: NIRVANA FLEET

EMPYREAN Carrier Group
Super Carrier "Celestial City"
2x "Conservator" Class Heavy Cruisers 12 squadrons Ashera Class Fighter
4x "Avalon" Class Destroyers 8 squadrons Azazael class Stealth fighter
"Loki" Class Escort Cruiser
"Apollo" Class Destroyer "Apollo" 10 squadrons NC-1000 X-Wing
2x "Ezekiel" Class Patrol Ships

SERAPHIC Carrier Group
Heavy Carrier "Silver City"
3x "Mercury" Class Cruisers 3 squadrons NC-1000 X-Wing
"Loki" Class Escort Cruiser
"Apollo" Class Destroyer "Mercury" 10 squadrons Ares 12 Ashera Class Fighter
2x "Ezekiel" Class Patrol Ships

ADORBA Carrier Group
Carrier "Ethereal"
"Conservator" Class Heavy Cruiser 12 squadrons Ashera Class Fighter
"Loki" Class Escort Cruiser
"Apollo" Class Destroyer "Olympus" 10 squadrons Ares 12 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
2x "Ezekiel" Class Patrol Ships

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[Venn Kolis]

Darth Megarea Jeren Kestros Millia Brimarch Darth Empyrean
OZYMANDIAS
Odavessa, streets of the Capital

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["Eslo, we need a planet-wide evacuation order, NOW!"]

The young man screamed into his comlink as he sprinted through the dark, beautiful city. Each step he took was accompanied by a burst of flames at his feet, propelling him onwards at terrific speed. All around him, the hidden Sith: citizens, soldiers, workers, droids, acolytes- were becoming aware that something was desperately wrong. They'd fled to the darkest corner of the galaxy they could conjure, hidden from the shining hateful Core. While the Maw had raged and screamed and pursued their war, the Sith had remained in this, the furthest shadow. Never stepping into the light.

It didn't matter. Destiny, the Great Tyrant, arrived all the same.

["Bor, I need the Maal Riders to commandeer every single vessel you can get your thieving hands on, on my authori- oh, karabast, on the Worm's authority! Your priority is children, women, neophytes, acolytes, and all non-combat personnel, in that order. Wha- no, it's not heresy. Of course you let any True Sith onboard who wishes to flee. But the Jedi are here for us, and something tells me..."]

And the young man gazed up through the towering skyline of the city, at the vast cloud of ships already descending into the atmosphere. His heart caught in his throat. He slowed his pace. It hurt when he swallowed.

["...they're going to get what they came for."]

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[Darth Ahriman]

AHRIMAL [VALEN]​

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Objective 3: Defend the Industrial Factories of Odavessa.
Inventory: Sith Armor | Sith Lightsaber.
Allies: The Sith Order.
Enemies: Silas Westgard & everyone else.

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After the decline of the Sith Empire, Valen had joined his Master Zeptepi Zambrano in retreat with the rest of the Kainate, seeking seclusion for a time to gather strength and reorganize, strategize and reform. They would venture out on missions together under the guise of a new alias, eliminating those who stood in their way, seeking to establish a new path for themselves.
Valen, who was much more confident in taking on a new and independent direction, went so far as to seek out the wisdom of one Darth Empyrean , the Sith Lord. The latter had seen fit to welcome Valen into the new Order. And so it was that the young and domineering Sith would be on the ground, staring up at the impending fleet leaving hyperspace and starting their descent into the orbit of Odavessa.

The young Sith shifted with a heavy and audible step as Valen turned to look upon the soldiers accompanying him, the special forces unit of the Sith Imperial Legion, Sigma-Five-Delta. "Captain Nicolau", Valen spoke, the helm of his armour breathing a darker, mechanical monotone sound to his words as he addressed the highest ranking within the unit, "Send word to the Council. Visual confirmation. Take up defensive positions across the sector and eliminate any hostiles you encounter".

"Understood, Lord Ahrimal", Captain Ziven Nicolau answered Valen obediently.

Ahrimal. It was an appropriate designation for the aspiring Sith. However, this was the first time he had been acknowledged publically under the new name. He had made a name for himself, unlike that of the word "Valen", which he had been given by his creators, All of whom were executed by their own design.
His history in war, fighting for the Sith Empire, had gained him fervour among the Sith and, even more so, feared by those incapable of using the Force. Beyond all else, however, it was the Jedi that Valen had always prioritized on the battlefield, and here it would be no different. Despite how bleak the future appeared for the former Sith Empire, the inquisition had not died in him.

Unlike the past battles, this time, the young Sith stood clad in the Dark Steel Armor fit for a Sith Warrior, built up from head to toe in a design all of his own. The materials utilized within its's creation were generously given in part due to his agreement to join the new Order Eternal. Their goals align, in some detail, with his own. Greater aspirations would wait; however, for now, he stood upon the precipice of war, already envisioning the feeling of power he had learned to draw from the dying. It was a high unlike any other, the dying breath of the enemy, power gained through the siphoning of energies, taken from the fallen and added to his own.

Ahrimal moved forward, listening to the comm's chatter erupting across Odavessa as the first sounds of war began.

 

[Onrai]

A presence stirred.

The Sith Empire had, like many before it, collapsed into the infinite abyss, its fleets scattered, its men run off from the worlds within their domain, and its powerbase had been shattered in the name of the "righteousness" of the light side. One of those who had been forced to abandon the territory of her home system was the one now called Onrai. The mass migration from Nathema to Kiross had stripped the world of all its resources, leaving the orbital complex a bare and depowered hulk, the shipyards empty and the farms filled of only bare dirt. The others had gone on their own separate paths - some within the Maw, some in their own personal demesnes as well.

Yet here the forces of the light were, trying to take away what from a galactic perspective was a valued asset in stabilizing the galaxy. The Jedi as a whole lacked an understanding of how the galaxy had been maintained by the architects, and as was expected, they once more sought the elimination of the darkness until it would yet again inevitably spring up from within them. Onrai was no stranger to such perfidy, having recalled the actions of Taeli Raaf in spending years cloaked in light before revealing the true shadow of her deeper self and leading to the functional collapse of the Galactic Alliance as a result.

"This cannot be allowed to happen."

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Objective 2

Close to the planet, two distortions within hyperspace began to form, made possible only thanks to the lack of aggressive interdiction by the attacking forces. The first expelled a great fleet of vessels within orbit of the world, sandwiched between the fringe of the planet's gravity well and the coming course of the assailing ships. The flotilla was comprised of vessels from corvette to battlecruiser class, all of which had at one time served the former Sith Empire and which transmitted Imperial IFF codes. From those vessels that had hangars, fighters of various classes were soon expelled, also all emitting Sith Empire transmissions. Before the world was a portion of the fleet salvaged by Onrai's former self upon the collapse of the region, preserved for a long time in the voids of space and once more brought forth to defend the cause of the Empire again. Aboard the ships and fighters were multigenerational crews - there was a mixture of veterans from the first Sith Empire to be formed after the reconstruction of the galaxy, who had joined her in exile for decades, along with more recent veterans of the Sith-Imperial wars and even sons and daughters of veterans who had been raised in the arts of war from birth, prepared for the day such a conflict came. The fleet offered no challenge to the oncoming enemies but had their shields powered and weapons armed, clearly prepared to take the first strike and retaliate tenfold.

The second distortion was much closer - within the atmosphere of Odavessa itself. a dozen Resolute-class supercarriers appeared, the acrid smell of burning air wafting down upon the population as the vessels exited hyperspace as close to the world as was physically possible without them destroying their spaceframes. These carriers emitted IFF signals of an unknown nature, but which, if one possessed an old enough reference, would identify them as having belonged to the Fringe. These aging warships were far too fragile and otherwise useless to be wasted in battle against the invaders - they had been emptied of all fightercraft, their hangar bays completely clear as they traveled to the various spaceports on the world's surface. These ships would serve yet another role as refugee vessels, their worn hulls a safe place for members of the population of Odavessa seeking to escape the oncoming attack.

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Objective 1/3

On the surface of the world, shadows twisted and coalesced into the spectral form of a woman some had seen before. A smile crossed her face as there were many she anticipated crossing paths with - perhaps they would challenge her.

Spoiler

Ex-TSE Fleet Assets:

• Saturn-type Battleship, D Variant: 18
• Saturn-type Battleship, O Variant: 3
• Guardian-class Assault Monitor: 3
• Legacy-class Heavy Cruiser: 2
• Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser: 5
• Massassi-class Corvette, Void Refit: 7
• Massassi-class Corvette: 17
• Voracitos-class Bombardment Sphere: 6
• Crimson Command Xoxaan II-class Star Destroyer: 10
• Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser: 4
• The Ablution: 1
• The Saturn: 1
• Silencer-class Dreadnought: 2
• Militus-class Star Battlecruiser: 1
• Carrack II-class Frigate: 7

Fighter and Bomber complement of the vessels is a mix of the following:

• Sith-Imperial TIE Starfighter
• Sith-Imperial TIE Interceptor
• SI-TIE/HV Fighter-Bomber
• Forge-class Interceptor
• Eightgun-class Assault Fighter
• Detritus-class Heavy Bomber
• Coryphin-class Super-Heavy Bomber

Tags: Caltin Vanagor Liram Angellus Inanna Harth Kahlil Noble Valery Noble Joycelyn Zambrano @anyone who wishes to engage

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Odavessa
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain, Eyepatch
Tag: Darth Carnifex

Even though he didn't want to do it, Jax arrived with the other Jedi on Odavessa. He just recovered from the battle of Tython, seeing the planet being torn asunder made the Jedi Master wonder if the planet could recover from the beatdown. As devastating as the damage to Tython, was Jax had to constantly remind himself that the Force will always adapt. The Jedi will recover and rebuild, and the Sith will slink away into darkness. Yet many people died defending Tython. Millions from what Jax heard, too many people. The Galactic Alliance was running on fumes at the moment, they barely recovered from the Stygnan Campaign only to be engaged against the Brotherhood. But this wasn't the Sith Empire on the verge of collapse, the Brotherhood were determined and fueled by zealotry.

Many Core Worlds fell to the Brotherhood, fear and doubt ruled the Galactic Alliance now with fingers pointing at the NJO. They were the defenders of the Alliance, the vanquishers of the Dark. Yet they allowed the Brotherhood to be so close to Coruscant yet again. Jax and the Jedi were still committed to the Galactic Alliance. But he was starting to doubt that if the war could be won. Right now, the war wasn't even Jax's main focus it was the voices in his head that haunted him while recuperated in the Bacta Tank. Carnifex the monster who claimed that he was his father told him to come to the planet.

He was still haunted by Empress Teta by what Carnifex told him. Even as he tried to mediate, spend time with Anneliese Kaohal and Myvette Faeli Carnifex still lingered in his mind. He needed to confront Carnifex again, he needed to overcome the growing darkness that was swirling inside of him. As Jax set foot on the planet he closed his eye trying to connect with the Worm Emperor. "I'm here Carnifex," Jax reached out using the Force. "Where are you?"

 

[TC-CS-4820]

The patrol ship that had pulled behind one of the larger waited for landing craft to begin dropping from the fleet before it moved, The Forlorn Escape using all of its firepower to protect the landing party. The Concussion Missile Launcher had switched over to using homing missiles for this mission, every few moments a new Missile was sent forth towards heavier fighters while the other weaponry picked off some of the lighter fighters. Though moving the X and Y axis of the ship was sluggish, turning the ship belly up wasn't. TC-CS-4820 decided to make great use of this and kept spinning his craft around to keep his Quad Laser Cannon in use.
The long shape of the craft moved along side other landing vessels, going into a psudeo landing vector itself as currently the droid and his ship were primarily focused on taking down enemy aircraft. He was careful not to hit any allied craft, so even when he was being tailed the rear autocannons fired only the necessary amount of shots to destroy the pursuer. So far, the droid thought, this is easy enough. Landing will be an entirley different beast.

 

[Njal The Black]

Location: Orbit, Aboard the Celestial Abyss.
Engagement: Caltin Vanagor

The giant viking slammed his fist on the control panel over and over. His men watched as the display was shattered - brought to dust before Njal stood and howled in the confines of his bridge. Excitement, his body vibrated with excitement - the passion of war, of battle, of death. He could hardly contain himself when it came to such, the thought of bringing glory to Balagoth and the Primeval of old struck deep in his bones.​

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"War!", he declared, loud and boisterous.​

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"I was waiting for these do-nothings to show up."​

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He laughed as commands rang out across the bridge - set in a galactic pidgeon that would hardly be recognizable outside of the crew. It was short and terse, a horrible tongue focused on brutal efficiency over a variety of languages; but it was good enough. The frigate began to turn about and churn towards the enemy - fighters deploying to meet others in the terror of the void.​

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White knuckle gripped on his great axe, Njal stood looking out the viewport of his ship with a gracious smile.​

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"Come to fight, come to die. Bring everything you have, Jedi."​

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Location: The Bezharl, Hanger
Engagement: Darth Strosius // Alina Tremiru // Darth Ophidia

Unimaginable darkness. His breath had caught in his throat at its first full sensation just as they dropped from hyperspace - and then the latent fear of the fleet in orbit. While he could tell that the ships were mothballed, the sheer firepower that surrounded the planet now was astonishing. That the Galaxy could allow the Sith to rebuild as they had in the darkness of distraction - but knowing that it was all soon to be over inspired him.​

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This would be their finest hour.​

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The fleets began to move - engage at their distances and deploy their starfighter screens. Bomber runs were slowly put into position to begin the orbital destruction of key structures, only as soon as the scans were done. For Wyatt, he would squeeze Kahlil Noble 's shoulder - a nod of hope, that they both might return to this ship. Without a word he moved to the hanger, and entered his ship.​

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The surface of the planet was deplorable - a massive cityscape structure in sith arcology he detested. There was nothing here worth saving, and the growing amount of battles and conflicts on the surface only made the evil aesthetic so much worse. Fires rose in pillars of smoke, ships crashed into towering megabuildings, and war began to take this staging world to the abyss. What would have come of this if Wyatt had never returned from the Bryna'dul?​

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Would this truly be the end of the Galaxy?​

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No time to think of it, as another starfighter screen informed him of incoming ships. He tilted hard right as the Force guided him - to the darkness at the center of it all. Of the Worm Emperor and his legions - that Wyatt could end his threat now. Without Solipsis, without the Worm, without Darth Carnifex - maybe peace could finally come to the Galaxy. He tilted the throttle forward with that dream in mind and raced forward.​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Location: Dark Council Chambers, Capital Building
Engagement: Kahlil Noble // Valery Noble // Joycelyn Zambrano

In this pristine world of darkness, there came the annoyance of a light. Bright and revealing, it brought fleets and Jedi where there should never be none - walking on sanctified land and descretating it with their slavery. Reports had begun to race in of the various conflicts forming on the planet, in orbit, and on the edge of the system. The Jedi had brought everything they could - and it was dangerously close to enough.​

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The combined forces of multiple nations that led to the downfall of the Empire could see their last vestige destroyed. Maliphant clenched his jaw, teeth straining against the fury he was building, letting it leak from somewhere deep inside just enough to build that power. The others had already removed themselves from the room - and Maliphant would soon follow to end the lives of any that threatened to come near.​

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Yet as he was about to leave - one of the Praetorian, the Emperor's personal guard stopped him. The orchestra that was the Worm's voice came through in a dozen tones and words warped over one another, calling his name.​

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"Darth Maliphant.", the Worm said from his position.​

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Maliphant turned to the Worm and bowed his head with a small salute - a fist on his chest before he kneeled.​

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"Yes, my Master?"​

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"There is light approaching - a threat to the Sith'ari Lineage. Should my dyad fall, it will be another thousand years before we can attempt our great recursion into the Galaxy. For your efforts, and for the safety of the Grand Plan - you must be the designated successor. The Inheritor of our great ideal."​

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Maliphant looked up at him, straining against his urge to question him - to try and find more in what was going to occur.​

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"Master?", he asked again.​

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"The Sepulchral will prepare you for what is to come. You will be marked and prepared - and when it is done, you will succeed me in my death."​

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One of the dusty corpses of the Sepulchral strode towards him, gliding with the clicks of his staff against the blackened obisidian floor. Maliphant watched him, watched him gesture - and nodded. Standing, he followed him to another section of the Capital - deep below its confines to a temple of the Sith. Where he would be prepared to inherit the will of the Emperor.​