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Location: In Orbit, aboard the Red Dragon.
Engagement: Open to Fleeting, Looking to Die.

Alarms had been going off for nearly twenty minutes straight - the first trumpet blasts of a battle too premature for their readiness. He had already given the command to board the mothballed ships and prepare to fight back the combined coalition - but the war taking place on the surface had begun to slow their rearmament. Men were too busy fighting to find their positions, and it made Tithon annoyed.​
"Collect all available ships and orientate them in Delta-5-9-5. I want all guns directed at the Jedi's ships.", he commanded.​
The men and women aboard his ship nodded - went to work as they always had. A good crew, a fine set of soldiers - facing down hard odds. If only they had more time, he thought.​
A consideration worth nothing, and with its worth it was thrown aside.​
"Bring up the tactical map."​
And so the board infront of him lit alive - and the view of a thousand ships began to form as blue and red triangles.​
 
Location: Odavessa, Surface.
Combatants: Darth Kentarch Darth Kentarch


For sometime now, Venthis had found himself wandering and searching for purpose. His body twisted and permanently changed from his self-experimentation he performed some years ago now. Having exiled himself for the fact, of being unable to achieve his goal of self-perfection. His bones chattered and swayed around his body interchangeably as if his body was a mushy liquid somehow managing to stay upright in the shape of his past body. Though his skin was now charred and worn, his face covered in scars. Yet, due to the frail features he would still appear frightful.

Though, Odavessa was always somewhere very close to Venthis. He would find himself on the planet countless times, as this point, more so than he wanted. Venturing out from his lair upon Panatha was tiresome... yet, something had called him here. A shiver down his fractured and barely attached spine, a bead of sweat down his cracked, stone-like forehead, an itch on his fractured and broken mind. Draped in a long black cloak, a hood over his head, he wandered between the streets of Odavessa. Importantly, between two factories.

As he passed bystanders, a ice cold gust of gentle wind would follow him, that carried a stench that was irreplaceable.
 

Darth Megarea

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Location: Odevessa
Post: One
Allies: Not Present
Enemies: To be Determined
Nearby: Venn Kolis Venn Kolis

This world was something Megarea could come to enjoy, if it were not about to collapse. The reason for her presence on this world was...not certain, as of yet. She had been pulled away from her efforts on Malagarr and preparing the High Sith Empire to come to this world by a dream. A dream was not the best explanation of what she had seen, but it was the only thing she could think to liken the visions to. A world consumed in flames, and the end of a dynasty. At first she had thought it to be visions of Tython, but time had revealed more to her.

She had come to this world, and found the remnants of the old Sith Empire. Reformed into the Sith Order, those on this world had committed themselves to following the dying embers of a dying flame. Dying, but every spark had a chance to reignite the flame. And even a dying flame could still burn those who drew too close. She could feel the faintest touches as followers of the light began to make their presence known. The swirling energies of the Dark Side began to focus, and a battle was coming. The eager anticipation of death swirled at the edges of her mind, though she separated them from her train of thought.

What she was truly interested in, on this doomed world, was what she felt below it. She had heard whispers of the one known as the Worm Emperor, and connected the name to the presence that she felt. She would have sought this being out, but doubted she would be able to enter his presence as it was. Besides, had she been allowed, her intentions would have likely earned her an attempt on her life. She would bide her time, and decide what would need to be done.

One thing was certain though, at the end of all this, the Sith Empire and Sith Order would be burned away.

She would ensure it.
 

Kalzok

Dark Thaumaturge, Loremaster of the Sith

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OZYMANDIAS

Objective 3: Antique Land
One Man's Archeologist... , Part 1​

Odavessa City

He had prepared himself for their judgment. Mere personal disagreements had spiraled in the past year of Kalzok's treasure-hunting. Evidently, enough influential Sith Lords had gotten mad enough at his constant interjection into other Sith's missions that a formal reprimand by way of the Lorekeepers was finally filed. Try as he might, Kalzok knew there was no running from them, especially as he had gotten word of the Worm Emperor's plan to reconquer the Galaxy. When that happened (and Kalzok knew enough about the Empire's preparations that it was only a matter of time) he would either be glad he had ingratiated himself with the rebuilt Empire or be brushed aside by his professional rivals, his works and collections destroyed.

And so Kalzok had come back to Odavessa, this pallid mirror of Dromund Kaas, this faint echo of Korriban, to submit himself to Lorekeepers. He had prepared his defence, contacted his few allies, and made sure not to offend the judges of the tribunal before the proceedings began. He had even prepared for the worst: he had asked Shavak to prepare his revivification rituals (which Kalzok still did not believe worked), tasked Oppius with retrieving his remains, and instructed Soka- well, Soka was always fine operating on his own, but he had told the archeologist to prepare to move all of the company's 'holdings' to black sites, to keep his treasures away from his enemies.

I even reached out to Veyka... But, of course, either she did not hear from him or did not wish to.

Fate, as always, always looking to make his life more interesting. Upon landing a week ago, Kalzok was told that the Union of Lore Keepers was 'in recess' until the current reconquest preparation was complete, and he was free to do, well, whatever he wanted until they called him.

Thus it was that Kalzok was indexing and preparing to move all of his artifacts on Odavessa off-world when the invasion hit. He stared out of his tower complex, which loomed over the outer districts of the central city, when the alarms sounded, and watched the sky break open to a Jedi (and possibly other hostile-to-Sith) fleet. The thaumaturge was, well, stunned.

Kalzok sprung into action, darting out of the study room, knocking over books in his way to find the exit. He knew. In his black heart, he knew, this was the end. At the door there stood two of his Sumaka warriors, also shocked by the alarms.

"Signal all of your men. Remove all Priority One artifacts to the ship now, and seal up the Priority Two archives!"

Leaving them to their task, Kalzok hurried down to ground level. His men would see to the evacuation of his artifacts that Kalzok deemed transportable, and everything else would be sealed under hundreds of meters of dirt and concrete. The contingency which was in case the Union decided to destroy him and his work would now be used against the invaders. They were Jedi, after all. The sudden blinding light in the Force was enough proof. As much as Sith happily destroyed each others' work, the complete erasing of Kalzok's hoard of historical artifacts by Jedi would be far, far more complete.

Thus Kalzok found himself sprinting down the streets of Odavessa, propelled quite literally by the Force, heading directly for the Old Archives, relatively close to his property. It would be a defensive and symbolic strong point for other Sith to gather and which the Jedi would aim to level and annihilate. If he had to die here (not that I'm volunteering), it would be defending the heritage of the Sith.

And of course, it is the perfect alibi.

Kalzok tapped his communications implant, connecting to the Legion of the Tower, the Imperial Legionaries sworn to the Union of Lore Keepers which Kalzok has subverted to his cause several moons ago.

<"Captain Eustal. See to contingency plan Lost Ark. If any of the pre-designated Sith artifact hunters' property is... compromised, proceed with liberating any historical artifact of value and rendezvous with the ship.>

  • Kalzok heads to the Old Archives to defend against invasion ground forces
  • Kalzok tasks stormtroopers under his command to protect the property of other Sith artifact hunters. If their property is close to capture/destruction by invasion forces, they will forcible take any artifacts "into their care" and bring it to Kalzok's evacuation ship.
  • Kalzok's tower is under evacuation.

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Darth Ophidia’s face was contorted in a mine of irritated attention as she listened to the prattle of the other lords. Her lips were drawn thin and her jaw clenched as she listened and prepared to retort. Except, that was when the Worm called their attention. Ophidia did not turn to look, but put her ear in the direction of the eldrich being while her eyes swept the room. She was prepared to gauge their reactions and pluck the stray thoughts that trailed past their mental defenses.

But when the Worm shared what he had sensed, she found herself rising to attention.

The Jedi, here? No, it was too soon.

Her eyes snapped in the direction of Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean as one of the few she believed she could work with in this grand project. She then looked for Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex as another. He was either not present or had already slipped away to his powerbase.

Her nose wrinkled in displeasure as she pushed her way out of the room to find her apprentice. It was time he proved himself worthy of his recent promotion.
 
TC-CS-4820 had kept by with the transports flying by, his missiles swapping from the reserves of homing to cluster to deal with the hoards of fighters trying to rip the attacking fleet from the sky. The quad laser only had stopped to cool down, the weapon constantly being pushed to the edge before taking a few moments to cool off. The shots were as precise as they could be, the droid trying to jot waste each bolt and missile he fired.
At this point he was not worried about ripping oncoming Sith from the void, he was as closed to worried as he could be about the landing. The droid's brain had been plugged into the main computer of the ship to fly it, so he made sure the slave system he had built between his own brain and the ship was online. This was to make sure the ship never had a down time; as soon as it dropped the droid onto the surface the ship would fly back into the void and keep protecting the landing craft as they came.
He opened a com system to the shuttle he was flying beside, his robotic voice clear through the speaker but still slightly quiet over the battle.
"This is The Forlorn Escape. I have you covered down to the surface, where I will disembark with you all. Send me your approach vector when you begin landing so I may modify mine and keep cover fire over you until you troops are deployed."
 


Throwing herself to her feet, the one who once dreamed of being Empress hurried over to the shrine at the far end of her chambers. Over the mass of black candles burning with blue flames stood a fire-crested idol of Vahl. Behind it, on a stand made of bleach-white bones was Zaudraka, a massive blade of darkness and malice.

WIth harsh determination, she pulled the sword out of its sheath. Sparks flew from the edge as the spirit within it awakened.

All about her were her armours, weapons, fetishes of war and conquest. Yet now, at her most dire hour, she found them just out of reach. By the time she had stepped into one of the protective shells, her foes would be too far. No, this time she would have to trust in her own skill and the weapon Vahl had given her.

Anger rose in the pit of her stomach as she kicked her door out of its frame. Already, the Lords of the Sith were rushing to their stations, hoping to secure the power and riches they had brought to Odavessa. Others rushed to the defence of the last hold-out of the Sith.

Darth Vornskr the Second felt a familiar draw, a will pulling her toward the meeting-chambers of the Sepulchral: To the Worm Emperor.

Yes, that is where she would have attacked too.

 
Breaker of Chains
Codex Judge
Objective 1: Stop the Kingslayers
Location: Odavessa, near the Khartsis Pyramid
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Wyatt Morga Wyatt Morga / Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru / Darth Ophidia Darth Ophidia
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His hand reflexively drifted down to his lightsaber, still clipped to his belt of course, as he followed the guards back towards the pyramid. He nearly pulled it off when someone landed beside him and made him jump back in reaction. "Alina!" A mixture of shock and relief accompanied his slightly annoyed tone. "No idea, everything is just-"

Alisteri paused as he heard something awfully familiar, the sound of distant ship fire. Wordlessly he turned his head up and his eyes widened as the battle in orbit began. They had been found. "Oh chit." Memories of battles all across the Sith Empire briefly flashed in his mind and his grip on his weapon tightened.

The Jedi had found them, that was what he was sensing.

His gaze darted around as he noticed ships heading towards the planet, ships not belonging to the Sith. They were already attempting landings even as the city's defenses were starting to return fire. "We need to evacuate." He turned from Alina and looked towards the pyramid. There was only one master of Odavessa that could order such a thing, and he was inside. "Come, we've got to tell that Worm to start evacuating people!"

Not to mention warn his master as well, if she didn't already know. Regardless he didn't wait for a response from the other Sith and began running towards the entrance of the pyramid.
 
Faith is the heroism of the intellect.
"Everything's impossible until somebody does it.” Frank Miller

Primary Objective


Entering the Odavessa system was hectic enough with the nebulas and asteroids to contend with, but the fleet that was not drydocked sat waiting for them was a new meaning to the word “deadly.” The Sith Empire, for all of their failings and faults would not go down without a fight, that was for certain, regardless of what might be happening to them. The frigates turned to face the incoming ships, the supercarriers, all of them launching fighter screens and opening fire. Caltin engaged immediately but there was no way he was going to last.

Luckily he didn’t have to as Admiral Angellus’ fighters came screaming inward to counter the ambush as were the capital ships. It was a bit of a relief as he could shoot down two TIEs but the majority of them, the swarm, well it was too much. So while the massive Jedi Master wanted to show just what his “Big Grumpy” Jedi Interceptor could do in a dogfight, there was no way of doing so, so he pitched the Interceptor into a dive headed for Odavessa and into the atmosphere. By then he could find the others on sensors.

Jumping out as the ship set down in a safe area (“safe” being a relative term considering how the planet looked) and BB-88 would immediately launch and head back for the relative safety of the fleet. Now it was a matter of linking up with the rest of the group of Jedi, he was not going in on his own, this was one of a handful of planets to which the big man had never been on. So truth be told, it was important for him to catch up to everyone. It was the shuttle that he recognized landing that he approached.

TAG: Allies - Wyatt Morga Wyatt Morga , @Kahlil Nobe, Valery Noble Valery Noble , Jax Thio Jax Thio , Inanna Yomin
TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: Aspect of Passion @Njal The Black(Primary Opponent), Onrai Onrai , Tithon Antilles TEAM DARKSIDE

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"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)
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"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
 

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"I'm sure she won't be too upset." He flashed Valery one last smile before returning the nod to Wyatt. The plan was simple. Cut the head off the snake, then leave. Things rarely were ever that simple though. Already he could feel the various Sith converging onto the one point. The Worm. Kahlil lifted his lightsaber, keeping the weapon firmly in his cybernetic grip. There was no chance of holding back here.

"Let's go."

The shuttle touched down, and he ran. Sprinted through the halls, letting the Force guide him. Something was going to happen, something big. Something terrible.

Him Valery were going to stop it.

Valery Noble Valery Noble | Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean | Joycelyn Zambrano Joycelyn Zambrano
 

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Alisteri stopped midsentence.

Alina's eyes narrowed, watching him. Then looking up to where his gaze had gone. Battle. Battle? Wait, what? Her eyes widened. For a brief moment, she wasn't okay. This was supposed to be their haven. A safe place for the Sith to rebuild! Then the moment was over, and her gaze hardened. No, this was expected. The Lords always preached their infallibility, only to end up on their asses a moment later.

She didn't give an answer, instead sprinting after her fellow Knight to get to the capital. To the Worm.

She wasn't going to let the Lords scurry away this time to leave people like Alisteri to die in their place. Not this time.

Wyatt Morga Wyatt Morga | Darth Ophidia Darth Ophidia | Darth Strosius Darth Strosius
 
That light at the end of the tunnel leads to Hell


GAME ON YAKHEAD!
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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
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
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
SECTOR: Odavessa
ORDERS: Destroy the Sith Empire Fleet
WINGMATES:
Allies - Wyatt Morga Wyatt Morga , Chaussidier Chaussidier Inanna Yomin, TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: Aspect of Passion Njal The Black, Onrai Onrai , Tithon Antilles TEAM DARKSIDE




Entering the Odavessa system was hectic enough with the nebulas and asteroids to contend with, but the fleet that was not drydocked sat waiting for them was a new meaning to the word “deadly.” The Sith Empire, for all of their failings and faults would not go down without a fight, that was for certain, regardless of what might be happening to them. The frigates of Njal The Black turned to face the incoming ships no doubt focusing on Vanagor. A dozen Resolute-class supercarriers dropping, all of them launching fighter screens and opening fire. The Jedi engaged immediately but there was no way he was going to last.

Luckily he didn’t have to as Admiral Angellus’ fighters came screaming inward to counter the ambush as were the capital ships. As the Master Jedi pitched the Interceptor into a dive headed for Odavessa and into the atmosphere the fleet was lining up and deploying auto-turrets. Revelry class cruisers utilizing their “anti-Starfighter” capabilities to their fullest working alongside ArchAngel long range interceptors to engage the enemy defensive screen of fighters. They were specifically under orders to counter the enemy interceptors, enabling the next wave which were the “Ashera” class multi-purpose fighters which were more than capable in the role of engaging other classes of fighters with their cannons, as well as missile systems on board. Yes, they would have to return to re-arm but the waves of Asheras were useful in clearing paths and drawing fire away from the X-wings who were the heaviest in sheer numbers and able to split their targets between the fleet yard and the surface guns of “The Red Dragon”.

The “Sovereignty” heavy fighters were attacking the Supercarriers directly, not only fast enough to avoid fire but withstand attacks and cause their own heavy damage. “The Red Dragon” did not get off easy as not only did she have to contend with X-wings attacking her surface guns, but Demon bombers were making their runs focused on her as well.

This was just the fighters. The ships still needed their orders.

The carriers had their long guns and as the auto-turrets as well as Starfury fighters were launching for defensive screens were deployed. Those long guns were firing directly on the ship central to the attack on the planet “Ossus” which seemed to be so long ago at this point. The frigates of Njal The Black had to contend with “Conservator” class Heavy Cruisers, just as the dozen “Resolute” class SuperCarriers were being engaged directly by the “Avalon” as well as “Mercury” class Destroyers.







The SCAR Teams were not happy that they were not in on the attack but they understood why, at least Captain Isaacs did. That did not matter right now though as they were going to keep the transports free of gunfire all the way in. They had the speed to get in and draw fire and were taking the transports all the way in, they did not have one entry point, but several. The point was to cause chaos all over and divert attention everywhere. That was a secondary objective as the primary was to release docking clamps of any ship either unmanner or not ready for launch.

  1. “Conservator” Class Heavy Cruisers are moving in on attacking frigates of Njal The Black
  2. “Celestial City” “Silver City” and “Ethereal” Deploying auto-turrets and engaging “The Red Dragon” of Tithon Antilles Tithon Antilles directly with long guns
  3. “Avalon” Class Destroyers as well as “Apollo” Class Destroyers engaging enemy Supercarriers
  4. “Mercury” cruiser as well as “Loki” Class, and “Ezekiel” class patrol ships engaging enemy Flotilla.
  5. “Revelry” Class cruisers using “Anti-Starfighter” capabilities to engage enemy fighters alongside “ArchAngel” Interceptors.
  6. Stealth fighters attacking Fleetyard and enemy Flotilla in single runs before RTB to re-arm
  7. Archangel Interceptors engaging enemy interceptors directly, working along with “Revelry” Class Cruisers.
  8. Ashera Fighters engaging enemy fighters, clearing paths and drawing fire away from X-wings, Heavies and Bombers
  9. X-wings attacking ships still docked/prematurely launching, the other half attacking surface guns on “The Red Dragon”
  10. Heavies attacking Supercarriers
  11. Bombers attacking Red Dragon
  12. Starfurys in Defensive Screen
  13. All auto-turrets deployed, “Point-Defense” and “Incoming” defense only currently.
  14. SCAR Teams and Jackal Fighters currently have defensive screens and running armed escort for Marines.
  15. Marines launching to attack the Enemy Fleet yard. Touching down at various entry points all over the yards and releasing docking clamps of ships either “empty” or “still readying for launch”(i.e. Launch prematurely), 3rd objective is set explosives in and around armory)



 
Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean Aspect of Passion Aspect of Passion Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru Darth Strosius Darth Strosius

As her Master was busy with affairs elsewhere in the galaxy, especially with the fallout caused by the events at Tython, Eldaah had been dispatched to Odavessa in her stead, sitting in her seat among the Lords and Ladies.

Eyes glowing purple as her Master channeled herself through her so she was present at the meeting, both Eldaah and her Master had been mostly silent as the discussion continued on potential targets. Odavessa was not a world the Lady of Secrets had placed many assets, but it was still important to the future plans of the Worm. Secrecy had been paramount... until now it seemed.

It would seem the vaunted veil of this world has failed.

She agreed with her Master as the first flickers of fighting could be sensed in orbit.
 

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

Valery smiled at him in return but her focus was strong and knowing that they were about to touch down in the heart of the enemy territory, she decided to remove both lightsabers from her belt and drew them into her hands. Her thumbs gently moved over the activation switches, but she kept the weapons disengaged for now.


"We got this."

Her eyes shifted back to him for a brief moment, and she just looked. They had just gone through Empress Teta and Tython together, and now they were already going back into what was destined to be a difficult battle. But she knew that together with him, they could stand up against the powerful Sith that had gathered here.

A true clash of light and dark was up ahead.


"Let's go."

"Right there with you!"

The shuttle had touched down, the ramp had lowered and she sprinted right after Kahlil in the direction of their targets. No matter what would happen next, she wasn't leaving his side — they were going to bring them down together.


 
It was night on the area of Odavessa where Inanna and her ground troops landed. Branchlurkers plowed through the darkness, cutting a path for the Shi’ido and other beasts following them.

While Inanna watched, portions of the landscape around her went up in flames. The fire cast an orange glow on the shapes thrashing about on the battlefield. Weapons flashed, armor gleamed, claws and teeth were bared. Blood flowed.

Clutching her lightwhip, she lashed out at a Sith-Imperial Remnant, dispatching him in as quick and efficient a manner as possible. Then another, and another, until she was making brisk time across the killing fields.

She made her way to where Onrai stood waiting. The war was mirrored in the heavens above as ships attacked each other, creating dozens of flashing lights in the night sky as bright as shooting stars.

Vanessa!” Inanna shouted, her voice carrying over the gunfire, screaming, and clashing of blades all around her. “I’ve come to put an end to you.

Everyone else from the Sith Empire who had ever done wrong to Inanna was already gone, except her old master. The worst of them all. Today, that would change.


 
The droid's craft had briefly touched down with Valery's craft, the doors opening and expelling the heavily armed TC-CS droid onto the field before piloting itself back into the fray. The droid was armed to the teeth, it's needler in one thigh and it's pistol in the other. On its back was the rad rifle it used, while in one hand was its the anti Molecular Disruptor rifle and in the other was the BDC. He knew he looked ridiculous, but he did not care. One step forward and be aimed the BDC towards a large group of Sith Troopers. He squeezed the trigger, charging the green or up before firing it. The energy projectile sprung out with the force of ten thousand angry demons, each living creature it touch was basically vaporized. He quickly tried to catch back up to the jedi ahead of him, his lithe body sprinting as fast as he could.
 
Objective 3: Antique Land
Location: Odavessa
Equipment: Lightsaber, Armor
Engaging: Ran Serys Ran Serys

"Again! Pivot before you strike!"

Xzinn stepped back as the young Twi'lek woman swung again, her practice blade slicing through the air. Her opponent, a fresh human acolyte, blocked the blow, but this time it had been delivered with enough force that the Twi'lek was able to power through the strike and unbalance, leaving him open to a leg sweep. The human fell to the ground in a heap. "Good."

Xzinn's following among the junior acolytes had grown in recent weeks and months, and as was often the case, he found himself using some of his own free time teaching them to fight properly. They were all taught combat as part of the Order, but helping to shore up their fundamentals would not only strengthen the Sith, but win him good will among those who could one day make up the future of the Order.

Odavessa had become something of a second home to Xzinn. The dark, sprawling city reminded him of Nar Shaddaa, but Odavessa was different. It was Sith, in its character and feel as well as in its physical design. Xzinn, too, was different. No longer was he a slave, forced to fight for the entertainment and profit of corpulent slugs and their sycophants. No, here he was Sith. Here he was free. Where on Nar Shaddaa he had been constantly reminded of his slavery, here he was learning to be free in a way the petty lowlifes of the smuggler's moon could not even begin to imagine.

In an instant, Xzinn felt a shift in the Force. Something had changed, something big.

Most around him did not seem to notice it, occupied as they were with their own drills and training. The non-Sith certainly did not; they were content for the moment to shuffle about, going about whatever tasks had been deemed suitable for them. A few, however, felt it. They paused, looking around, wondering what had changed. The Falleen closed his eyes and focused, reaching out through the Force. It was tension. Anticipation. Danger. War was coming, and it was coming now.

At the very moment he opened his eyes, starships began to appear high in the sky in orbit above Odavessa. It was as they had feared for so long: the Jedi had come for them.

At once everything exploded into a frenzy of activity. Workers, droids, civilians, soldiers, they all began running frantically in every direction. Some seemed to be heading toward battle, some away from it. It was chaos, and it only became worse as the sounds of combat began to drift their way, an omen of doom carried on the breeze.

Xzinn gestured forcefully at a handful of other acolytes, ones that he knew would be useful in a fight. "All of you, with me!" he shouted. "Get your armor and prepare for battle!" Happy to let someone else take charge of the situation, they complied with haste, darting away to get what they needed to go into combat. He turned to the rest of the contingent of acolytes, looking to him for direction. They were too young, or too new, to be any serious threat to the Jedi and their allies. "The rest of you, we have to start evacuating people now! Get with the overseers and soldiers, find out where they need you!" They nodded to Xzinn, visibly steeling themselves for the ordeal to come. He returned their nod. "This is your first great trial. Remember your training, and if they find you, show these Jedi and their slaves what it is to truly be Sith. Now go."

The neophytes dispersed, and Xzinn gathered to himself the handful of other capable acolytes he had designated as he headed toward nearby fighting. War had come to to Odavessa, far before they had planned. He did not know if he would survive the day, or indeed if the Order would survive the day, but he knew one thing for certain:

The Jedi were here for a fight, and they were about to get one.
 
Location: Staging Area - Eternal Rule -> Odavessa
Objective: I - Kill the Kingslayers
Tags: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex Jax Thio Jax Thio Qzekov

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The troop transport touched down in a plume of smoke and disturbed dirt, its ramp falling open to disgorge a payload of crimson-clad Kainate troopers to the surface. Veterans of the Third Imperial Civil War and various conflicts thereafter, they were among the elite of the IX-73a strand-cast infantry, tasked with escorting the Dark Lord towards His objective and carrying out His orders. For her part, UX-0626 had been designated as the squad’s sniper, tasked with engaging enemy units at extended ranges, scouting, and taking out high-value targets where necessary, up to and including Jedi Padawans, Knights, and Masters, should they be encountered.

The assignment did not faze her. She would be an agent of the Jedi’s eradication, to bring about the Eternal Eclipse that was her Father’s vision, a galaxy free from Ashla’s corruption.

Perfect Darkness.

Answering the summons of the Dark Lord, UX-0626 moved in formation with her squad, walking in the Sith’ari’s towering shadow. Before long, the Kainate troopers would meet the Jedi and their minions in battle, and in doing so, they might achieve boundless salvation!


 
Ozymandias

Objective 2
It had all been building up to this. The reconnaissance his fleet had conducted since the wars and the covert operations that had been conducted afterwards - this was the end goal. Yet, Chaussidier had always thought that they would be more prepared for when the moment came. With his fleet scattered and engaged in covert missions throughout what had used to be the home regions of the Sith Empire, the initial part of the battle would be a struggle. Nevertheless, they would make it work.

Before most missions, there would be a time of silence on the bridge. A calm before the storm where the crew could brace themselves for what was to come. This time, however, the bridge was as busy as ever as the crew of the Nima II coordinated with the rest of the 4th recon fleet. While it had already been established that arriving en masse was impossible, Chaussidier had been clear in his instructions to avoid trickling in.

The communications officer spoke up "Thirty seconds till arrival, Admiral. The crew is in position."

"Good" the elderly admiral offered a brief response as he viewed the command console and reading through the intelligence that was being forwarded to him. Finally, he glanced towards Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion at the back of the bridge and offered the young Jedi a nod before returning his attention to the console.

Soon, the Nima II appeared from hyperspace, flanked by another Arrak-class cruiser, the Syrah, and a few Ibbot-class frigates. Most of the ships were registered as mercantile vessels but a proper long-range scan or simply an optical one would reveal that they were indeed warships.

Mathieu took a few steps forth as he pointed out the viewport at the massive ship in the distance "That's the Red Dragon! The ship that attacked the Jedi temple on Ossus"

Barely a moment passed before Chaussidier used the command console interface "Open fire at my target mark" With that, the 4th recon fleet launched its first barrage at what could only be assumed to be the Sith flagship.

The initial burst would not be sustained, however. Instead, he linked up to the captain of the Syrah. "Shift your focus to support the fighter squadrons of the 9th." The bulk of the Concord assets in this battle did not consist of his own recon fleet but rather the carrier fleet of Admiral Liram Angellus Liram Angellus - and so, Chaussidier would do his part to maximise the efficiency of their combined forces. Knowing the dangers fighter pilots faced, both from point defence systems and hostile fighters he ordered the use of the Syrah's ACP. It would reduce the cruiser's own firepower but would hopefully also reduce the dangers that the fighters would face by targeting their potential threats.

Chaussidier then patched himself in to the captain of the Gouda who also served as the leader of the Cabecou Squadron which consisted of five frigates. "Target their mothballed forces." Refraining from issuing any more specific commands, he trusted the Cabecou squadron to find the best way to accomplish their objective themselves. It would not be long before the five ships diverged and moved along the flank to bypass the initial defences to then open fire at the mothballed vessels below.

Meanwhile, the Nima II and the remaining frigates pushed on to carefully close the distance between them and the Red Dragon in order to increase the efficiency of their weapons and gain a few more angles as they spread out in a wider 'net'. With the initial orders issued, the elderly Admiral looked to his communications officer "Establish contact with Admiral Angellus."

Tags: Tithon Antilles Tithon Antilles Liram Angellus Liram Angellus Onrai Onrai @anyone else involved

Drops in from hyperspace with part of the fleet under Chaussidier's command
All ships fires an initial barrage at the Red Dragon
The Syrah (cruiser) targets Sith fighters and point defence systems with cyberwarfare programmes
The Cabecou Squadron (5 frigates) goes along the flank to attack mothballed ships
Chaussidier's flagship, the Nima II, and a few frigates spreads out as they approach and continue attacking the Red Dragon
Chaussidier tries to contact Liram Angellus
 

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OZYMANDIAS

Objective 1: King of Kings
Objective 2: That Colossal Wreck

Heir of Ash, Part 1

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Location: Arena of the Dark Prophets, Odavessa Ruins, one week ago​

"You ready, sir?"

Belt, fastened.

"As much as I can be."

Boots, broken in and rugged. Snug fit.

"May the Force serve you well."

Cloak. Pull it open, don't want to trip.

"Thank you, Argus, and you too, Issan."

Gloves. Good fit, glad I brought this pair.

"... we will avenge you if-"

Mask. Not yet, just need to hold it.

"-you won't have to."

Lightsaber. Clip it on open side, theatrics.

Dressed in his ceremonial Sith armour, Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra strode down the vaulted passageway, the exit lit by alchemical light burning from ensconed torches along the wall, setting aglow the Sith runes inscribed on the walls.

As he reached the exit, the sound of the large crowd grew. Stepping into the dim sun of Odavessa, the humid air of the arena hit Anthysius like a wall. The Sith looked up and around and the full scale of the arena impressed itself on him. Spectator stands, hewn from rock by a thousand slaves a thousand years ago, capable of housing hundreds, ringed the arena. It was split in twain, Anthysius emerging from the vomitorium of one half, while his opponent emerged from the other on the other side of the blood-stained sand of the arena.

My honoured challenger, Anthysius growled silently.

The other Sith was clad in all-black, head-to-toe in the finest Sith armour yet wrought by mortal hands. Its edges filigreed in bright crimson, its armour surfaces honed to a reflective shine, and a jet-black cape, billowing in the haunted wind. The warrior carried his helmet in one arm, an artisanal masterpiece that married ancient design with modern engineering, its visage frightful and powerful.

What a spoiled braggart.

The two Sith walked towards each other, slowly. Anthysius had not had the pleasure of meeting the third-rate upstart who had laid claim to all of his property and holdings in person yet, and he was surprised to see how young he looked. A polished, youthful face, a lip curled in aristocratic arrogance, artfully tousled hair waving in the wind. Every inch of his appearance befitted the son of the Kyja clan.

That clan was, indeed, out in full force to show support for their young relative. The sizable spectator stands were almost totally filled. An ecclectic mix of a brood of siblings, young and old; parents and uncles and aunts of a sprawling dynasty, some dressed in Sith robes, others in military uniform, some dressed as if it were a party. A veritable cross-section of the old Empire's ruling classes. Anthysius even spotted representatives of some Calimondra branches in the crowd, which he entirely expected.

After all, his young opponent had publicly challenged Anthysius' holdings on the basis of inheritance from some second cousin that apparently had a rival claim to Anthysius' own inheritance. Preposterous, of course. No, this was a thin veneer over an exercise to exploit a weakened family, and a graduation gift of sorts to the kid. Pouncing on easy prey to flaunt the family's power and inflate the young man's political position.

Anthysius had considered not entertaining the challenge when it reached him last month, but as much as hated it, he knew he had to head off this threat immediately. His position was already precarious, and with the upcoming reconquest, Anthysius knew he would be brushed aside by the competition between the powerful lords, cannibalised by bigger fish. Better to present himself as a poisonous shrimp now. He supposed it was a small mercy that the challenge was between two warriors, and not the whole-scale conflict that a Kaggath would entail.

And so here he was, on Odavessa, preparing for a duel to the death in front of a braying crowd.

Well, not entirely a crowd.

Anthysius glanced over his shoulder as he strode towards his opponent. On his side of the stands was almost nobody. There sat Issan and stood Argus at the front, pensively watching. Several lower-ranking small-fry, such as Issan and Argus' subordinates and Elevar Holdings flunkies were scattered about, not particularly excited. In truth, Anthysius had expected more, but even the few dynastic allies had decided to make themselves scarce in this combat challenge against the Kyja family. Only a single senile Sith, a grand-uncle on his father's side, sat with Anthysius' direct retainers and employees.

Anthysius halted several feet from the centre of the arena, at the edge of a circle drawn in the sand, its centre marked by a spear jammed into the sand, drapped with a flag. His opponent strode up to the spear and clasped it. While the challenge was accepted long ago, there were still rituals and actions to go through. If nothing else, some Sith still respected the old ways.

"I, Quich Rann of House Kyja, declare, by right of blood and conquest, my challenge for ownership of the Holdings of House Soraysom-Calimondra[...]"

Anthysius shut out the noise and tightened his focus on his challenger, channeling his rage into a mental haze, sharpening his senses, noticing the smallest details. Overwrought shoulderplates. Central dead-zone in the Mask. Limited leg range.

"[...] dost thou accept?" The words rang across the arena.

Anthysius took a breath.

"I, Anthysius Hexad of House Soraysom-Calimondra, Lord of Jubalene and Darkknell, Heritor of the Matrica, accept your challenge," and Anthysius clasped the spear too.

Quich gave a small nod and turned around, heading to the edge of the sand circle.

Anthysius released the spear and walked back to his side of the circle, finally putting on his ancestral helmet. Its mechanisms lit up as soon as he did, and breathed in the purified air that pumped into the helmet. From the outside, the vertical stripes on it would glow dimly, an integrated sensor package that gave some enhancement to his vision. Nothing that most helmets did not provide, but it was sufficient for an heirloom.

Anthysius stopped as he reached the circle. He looked up slightly and saw his pitiful entourage in the stands, silent. He could still hear the sounds from the other side, already beating a war-rhythm.

As if sensing his isolation, Anthysius saw Issan stand up from her seat. Raising her arms to the sky, she began to sing. A Force-enhanced tune, simultaneously sweet and painfully shrill, cut through the drumming rhythm of the other side. The Sith noble smiled inside his helmet as Argus joined in, almost imperceptibly at first, but increasingly loud as he projected his voice as a low, sonorous drone that Anthysius could feel in his bones even as he stood a hundred metres from them. The others, apprentices and barely trained adepts, drummed out their own rhythm, and Anthysius could almost see the sound holding firm against push the sonic tide of the Kyja crowd.

The old Sith, still sitting, seemed to laugh. Anthysius glanced over to him, a small figure in the distance, hunched over and leaning on his staff. The old man's gaze turned to Anthysius and despite the distance, he felt his eyes pierce into his black soul. Anthysius looked again at his entourage, and felt something new. Whatever else they were, they were here for him. A fire burned in the Knight's gut, and he felt his senses sharpen, his worries of the upcoming battle melting away onto the razor edge of focus.

Anthysius pivoted and faced his opponent. Quich had also donned his helmet, and the younger Sith raised his lit lightsaber in salute, before holding it in a guard position. Anthysius took a deep breath, drew his lightsaber, and ignited it. The moment he did, the crowds fell silent, and Quich bolted forward, seeming to dance on the wind. The Force seemed to propel him, and Anthysius felt a wall of air slam into him as Quich thrust his blade forward.

Anthysius brought his blade up and parried the mad thrust, stepping backwards out of Quich's range. The other Sith pressed forward, a rain of blows that were barely parried, finished off with a doublehanded strike. Anthysius dodged out of the way, the hostile blade slashing through his cloak. He cursed under his breath. He had underestimated his younger opponent. Quich was proficiently deploying Form VII, landing strikes from every angle, battering at Anthysius' defences. With every blow, the crowd roared in approval, and with every counterstroke from Anthysius they hissed.

Anthysius shifted his stance, aiming to get a good counter-blow as he warded off another attack towards his side. Pushing against the contact between the blades, Anthysius spotted a slight instability in Quich's footwork as he pressed the horizontal attack and leveraged it, letting the tip of his blade turn towards himself and pushing his elbow forward, smashing into Quich's mask. The other Sith let up his attack for a split second, and Anthysius went on the offensive, cutting under Quich's guard and slashing horizontally across. His blade scorched a line across the chest armour of Quich, who leaped backward out of Anthysius' range.

Anthysius felt a feral grin form on his face as he pressed the attack, reversing the momentum of the duel. He pushed the Force into his blows, battering Quich's blade aside and stepping further into Quich's guard, even as the other Sith tried to backstep away from him. Anthysius slashed down, reversed his attack and stabbed upward. His blade contacted, then cut into Quich's helmet. He felt the young Sith panic, pushing him away with the Force and separating the two. The blast of Force energy stirred up the sand, blanketing the space between them.

Anthysius reached out with the Force and saw Quich dash to his right, aiming to flank him. Before Anthysius could step into the sand, Quich was on him again. Anthysius was more prepared this time, but Quich had changed his approach, almost deploying a reserved form of Form VII, only slightly over-committing to attacks. A lucky blow struck Anthysius in the thigh and he almost buckled, almost losing his head for his trouble. Anthysius missed his counterstroke, but Quich failed to capitalise. He watched the young Sith's eyes through the hole in his mask, focussed and determined. This was no mere dandy: he was as much a deadly scion of the Sith as the Lord of Darkknell.

Anthysius knew he had to end this quick. The longer the fight went on, the longer the thigh wound would impact his performance, and the longer the Kyja might decide to 'intervene'. Anthysius reached out with the Force and shot a bolt of lightning aimed at Quich's exposed face. The younger man flinched and broke off his next attack, rotating his blade to catch the lightning. Anthysius seized the chance to return the thigh wound, but Quich saw the move coming and deflected.

Pain shot through his leg and Anthysius almost fell, feebly parrying Quich's follow-up overhead attacks. The last stroke broke through his guard, and though Anthysius caught it mid-stroke, the crimson plasma blade inched closer, digging into his chest armour. Fear gripped him, but in his mind he knew this was his chance. Anthysius struggled to channel his fear into his free hand, directing it out and at the Kyja heir. He saw Quich's eyes widen as he began to choke, but he refused to stop pushing the blade into Anthysius' chest armour.

Anthysius obliged, suddenly leaning back and falling backward to the ground. Unbalanced, Quich fell over, and Anthysius landed a kick to his gut, launching him sideways. He heard enraged shouts from the crowd, but he blocked out the noise and used the Force to grab his Lightsaber, sending it whirling to Quich, splayed on the ground. The young Sith looked up in time to see Anthysius' blade, and while he avoided a decapitation, the blade dug deep into his master arm before falling out. Yelling in pain, Quich still struggled to his feet. Anthysius used the Force to pull his blade back to his hand before struggling to his feet as well, eyes shut at the swelling pain in his thigh.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Quich's arms outstretched. Anthysius whirled around and saw the challenge spear, uprooted by the Force, cut through the air, aimed straight for his face. The Sith Knight reared back and slashed across his front, straining to shift his head out of the way. The lightsaber chopped through the spear, but the front half still flew true, and it slammed into Anthysius's helmet. The Force-imbued tip broke through his helmet and lodged itself inside, the tip grazing Anthysius's forehead and right temple. The pain shot through his nerves, and he grabbed hold of it. He turned his head, spotting Quich charging at him, blade brandished. Lifting his free hand, Anthysius willed his pain into the Force, telekinetically grabbing the broken haft of the spear and launching it at Quich. The other Sith was already charging Anthysius, dragging his wounded arm along. He raised that arm, pushing at the haft from the opposite side as Anthysius, but it was clear the pain was taking a toll on his ability to focus a Push using that arm. The haft splintered into long, thin shrapnel as the two opposite telekinetic forces worked along its length, sending shrapnel flying. Anthysius continued to pour his anger into the Force, and the Push was transferred to the cloud of shrapnel. Quich, likely stunned by the splintering of the spear, stopped for a single fatal moment.

Wood shrapnel flew into the gap in his mask, and the Kyja heir screamed in pain as one of his eyes was shredded by the attack. Anthysius charged forward slashing. Remarkably, Quich was able to parry the first swing, but the second took off his unwounded hand at the wrist, sending his severed hand and lightsaber flying.

Quich tore off his helmet and fell to the ground, his hand covering his wounded eye. He was still groaning in pain,but his one good eye stared up at Anthysius in hatred.

"You fought well. Now die well," Anthysius proclaimed as he stabbed downwards, ending the life of Quich Rana Kyja.

A hush fell over the crowds as Anthysius turned to face House Kyja. Pulling his torn helmet off, he proclaimed:

"By right of blood and conquest, I lay claim to the late Quich Rann Kyja's martial leadership and treasury holdings as recompense. What dost the House of Kyja say?"

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One week later, now
Odavessa Orbital Docks

"Right away, my lord."

Anthysius turned his attention away from the naval administrator and back to the transparisteel window that formed the exterior wall of the inspection deck of the shipyard. It faced out at the Sith fleet moored in orbit of Odavessa, eerily still, their primary engines disabled. It had been a week since his victory, and House Kyja had, instead of gunning him down on the floor of the arena, begrudgingly transferred control of the line of ships that had been gifted to Quich (pending approval by the Admiralty and Lord Antilles), in addition to some trifling riches and property. The terms had actually already been hammered out before the duel but they had not expected to have to honour it.

It was, in Anthysius' mind, far from sufficient recompense for the insult, but it would do for now. At least the vultures would think twice before coming at him again.

And I will have a role to make my mark in the reconquest, he thought, turning his attention back over the edge of the inspection deck, looking out over the cavernous drydocks. He stretched his arms, working out the knots in his shoulders. He had sustained some damage in the duel, especially in his thigh, but this was Odavessa, and Sith medicine was at its finest here. He still had a slight headache, but that was not so much from the fight as the relatively modest celebration at his tower after he had been treated for his wounds. He had been planning on opening a mild Akivan Liquer for his retainers, but somehow Issan convinced him to slam a few too many plebeian Jet Juices.

Couldn't even remember what happened after midnight...

"My lord, the captain of the Dour Predator has assembled his officer corps and awaiting inspection."

Issan approached, dressed in more comfortable military attire. She had happily stashed away her Sith robes once the duel had ended, and Anthysius noted she looked none the worse for wear.

He nodded and followed Issan away from the observation platform and into the bowels of the dock.

"Let's not keep them waiting. What is the status of the other ships?"

Issan informed him that the rest of the ships were as yet uncrewed. The Dour Predator, a heavy cruiser, was the heart of the unit he had inherited. It, along with one of the cruisers and one of the corvettes, was in drydock for repairs, though those had already been completed. The rest of the line, consisting of one cruiser and two corvettes, were "on the float" with the rest of the orbiting fleet crewed by a skeleton maintenance unit.

Argus was talking to one of the officers when they reached the airlock.

"I can smell your fear." He heard Argus declare, towering over the captain.

"It is unneeded," Argus added, turning in Anthysius direction when he felt the Knight approach.

"Our lord is in a most generous and benevolent mood after our victory." Finished, Argus turned fully and bowed.

"No need to stand on formality today. I am just here to get a grip on commanding this line," Anthysius said, nodding at the captain.

"Y-yes sir, we understand. If you would follow me, we can begin-" the man was interrupted by Anthysius' holocomm sounding a priority signal.

Anthysius sighed and moved a few paces away to receive the message. To his surprise, Ruethane Jayan was on-screen.

"Sir, apologies for the belated congratulations, but well done on-"

"You actually made it here!" Anthysius interjected, simultaneously perplexed and amused that his premier civilian employee had actually arrived, albeit too late for the admittedly understated celebrations.

"Of course, I will need to integrate your new... earnings into the company portfolio somehow."

Anthysius laughed.

"Alright, you can wait at my tower. I'll be down in a few hours."

"Oh, that's the other thing, sir. I believe one of the Ministries requires your physical presence on the planet immediately, and they contacted me the moment my ship signature showed up in-system."

Unusual.

"They have an encoded signature." Anthysius opened the file transmitted to his device. It was verifiably from the Powers That Be, so to speak. Very unusual. A possible last-ditch play by the Kyja?

"Thank you, looks like I'll be down there immediately." And the line went out.

Explaining the situation to the others, Anthysius ordered Argus to come with him. If this was some ploy to use Ministry resources against Anthysius... likely not, but Argus would be the man he wanted fending off such odds. Anthysius watched the captain sigh in relief as Issan took over the inspection and enter the ship.

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Odavessa capital, Government District
Anthysius was marching down the boulevards of the central Government District, flanked by Argus and a squad of Legionaries sworn to his family, still pondering the implications when he Felt It. A chill in the air that cut into his soul. He stopped and prepared to draw his blade. An ambush?

Anthysius felt something ripple in the air. Looking up in the sky, he felt it spreading. Further, and further, from above, and then outwards, a sensation blanketing the planet. Fear.

Then the fleet showed up in the sky.

"By the Hoary Hosts..."

"Master, we should get into shelter immediately." Argus intoned, a hint of worry in his voice.

Anthysius nodded. He looked around, spotting the Pyramid itself. Already guards along the roads were hurrying to it, along with other Sith.

"If there's anywhere that's safe..."

As they broke into a run, the group came in behind another crowd of soldiers and Sith. Already the sounds of panic from the outer districts reached his ears.

Then ahead, he spotted someone familiar. It was Ali, flanked by a Sith Knight. No time for small talk or catching up after Korriban. Anthysius caught up to the pair. If anyone knew what the hell the plan was...

"Have either of you received word on the situation?"

Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru Darth Strosius Darth Strosius

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Odavessa Orbital Docks
Issan was being introduced to the CIC and battlemap consoles in the bridge of the Dour Predator when They Arrived. First one, then a dozen anomalous contacts. Then a hundred, and more, and an explosion readily seen from the bridge's windows. Issan was almost too stunned to react, though she did manage to say:

"Battle stations!" Just in time as X-Wings began bombing runs on the Predator. No, not just the Predator. The entire fleet.

Marines launching to attack the Enemy Fleet yard. Touching down at various entry points all over the yards and releasing docking clamps of ships either “empty” or “still readying for launch”(i.e. Launch prematurely), 3rd objective is set explosives in and around armory)​


Issan's eyes widened in shock as she realised the full extent of the assault. Overwhelmed by the contacts on-screen, she focussed in on the ships belonging to Anthysius' Line. Already one of the Corvettes was ripped open by proton torpedoes, while the "float" Cruiser of this Line was hammered by long-range batteries. Transports were easily breaking through the paltry defensive fire that the Fleet yard had managed to put up. With almost all of the fleet still mothballed, the Dour Predator would do little to add to defensive firepower.

"Incoming boarders!" one of the control stations yelled. Up on her console she spotted several transports, marked as Cherub-class, heading directly for the section of the yard that the Predator was docked in, on an intercept course with the Predator.

"Arm yourselves and prepare for boarders!" Issan ordered, and the crew dispersed, klaxons wailing. Grabbing a set of abandoned Marine armour, Issan rushed up to the CIC. There was no time to contact her master. From here on out, she would live or die on her own merits.
 
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