Public Ozymandias

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Odavessa
Combatants: Yaadri Osi-Yyn

The Jedi had found one of the last holdouts of the Sith Empire. Darth Kentarch knew that over time the Sith army would rally their scattered armies, rebuild their destroyed fleets, and consolidate their strategic resources. The late Sith Empire had branded him a traitor and heretic, Kentarch was forced to live in exile as a rogue Sith Lord despite being a Sith himself. But all that changed when Kaas fell to the Maw, and the Sith Empire receded to several concealed bastions. The Jedi attack on Odavessa meant that he could infiltrate the planet and eliminate the Empire's agents, while the Empire's focus was fixed on the Jedi task force. The Worm was still out there, and so were the members of the Zambrano Dynasty. The hunt was on.

Kentarch stalked the streets of streets Odavessa. Before long he picked up the trail of Venthis, marked by cold wind and a stench coming from the man's twisted form. As Venthis made his way down a street between two large factories, Kentarch stepped out of the shadows behind the man and ignited his red lightsaber. Like Venthis he wore a black cloak with a flow black cape, his hood drawn up to shroud his facial features.

"Are you finally ready to die?" Kentarch's deep brass voice broke the silence of the street. He was several paces behind Venthis, his trade lightsaber lowered in a passive guard. "Perhaps you want to linger on a little longer?"

He was ready to fight.

 

[Errix Feh'room]

LOCATION: Odavessa
SHIP: The Decline with a squadron of Scorpio Droid Starfighters
WEARING: Service Uniform
WIELDING: Service Dagger, PGEM/MWP-001 - Pistol Form, 2 Flash Grenades, 1 Sonic Imploder
ACCOMPANIED BY: OO Series Astromech
OBJECTIVE: 2 - That Collosal Wreck - Give Docked Ships a Fighting Chance
TAGS: KV-6000 | Liram Angellus | Njal The Black | Tithon Antilles | Onrai | Aspect of Passion | Chaussidier


The Decline had pulled patrol duty as those of higher standing dictated the path they were to take moving forward. Having rearmed and swapped crew's upon their arrival into the system cycles ago. The consistent swapping of crew's had kept the vessel afloat and moving, coordinating with the dock yards about another swap when the warnings of the ship had flared to life.

Hyperspace signals jumping in.

The crew aboard The Decline had finished their combat patrol when the klaxons blared to life. Incoming enemy contacts given the sudden and unscheduled Hyperspace drops.

Large vessels. Small vessels. A horde of starfighters. All reading on the scanners as Errix was tenderly woke from his pseudo-rest state.

"It is time for war Master." Molder laid her projected hands on him. A soft slap of his face when he didn't rouse to her words. The sharp inhale made her Holographic form shimmer briefly as she dissipated before the swing of his hand connected with the knife he wielded.

"What do you mean, Time for war?" His snappish tone drawing a curious look of disbelief. He rose enough to pull on the uniform as she began to inform him of the events playing on outside.

"It seems the coordinates for this system have been betrayed. We are under attack in our own home." Molder informed him as the vessel rocked with the incoming fire by the X-wings on the dockyards.

"Chit and fire save the plasma torches. How far out are-" He rubbed his eyes, pulling on the duty belt and finding the code tubes as he hurriedly dressed.

"They are assaulting the dock yard as we speak." Molder informed him as she stepped closer. Taking his uniform jacket in hand as she did.

"No. Cutting off ou-Where are we?" His barking did little to agitate the AI beyond helping him dress before they left the cabin. Discussing a plan of action the entire way as they made for the bridge.

The vessel rocked once again as it staved off direct impacts to the hull from torpedo barrages.

"Are you sure that is wise? That would put us horribly out of position and well-" Molder began to argue as they entered the bridge. The crew were already well and present coordinating among themselves the details of the attack. Errix giving her a sharp look that cut her off mid sentence.

"Make it so." He snapped, taking his position at the back of the bridge and looking out over the scene before him.

"Helmsman. Adjustment coordinates to the outlying enemy carrier group." Molder informed them at their station rather than barking across the bridge. At the ECW station, another form of her Visage appeared as the other fizzled out.

Errix took the chance while she coordinated everyone to approach the heavy weapons station. KV-6000 being assigned to the large underbelly gun position as his small form came around to see her.

"Spin the gun to the port and stern corner. Prepare to fire when our maneuver is completed." Errix informed her, taking note of Molder's position as he walked back to his position.

They had been lucky to have been outside the main assault vector for the initial engagement. But luck wasn't something the young officer enjoyed trying to factor into his plans. Direct action, concise planning, and most importantly, opportunities to disrupt further enemy advantages. All of those were the proper methods of planning an engagement.

The electronic warfare suite began working as engineering worked out the details of their manuever. The final call of Affirmatives and checks took place as everyone braced for their maneuver.

The whole of the ship warped sharply before making its microjump behind the enemy carriers. The electronic warfare suite enacting HIS-11 Enigma-pattern Pseudointerdictor upon reversion to realspace as The Decline emerged behind the large vessel disgorging their starfighters en masse.

All well and fine given The Decline's emergence behind the assorted vessels. With the turret on the underbelly of the ship turned to fire on the rear of the carriers, he allowed the remaining turrets to find their own targets.

The SIPC Turrets began to barrage whatever they could reach, targeting both carriers and other vessels that were present. The STl Turrets began their own barrage at the exposed backsides of the vessels. The hull of The Decline turned largely away from the enemy as the Shields were directed to the rear quarter of the vessel for the moment.

The psuedointerdiction system being engaged as the shielding system shimmered. The last string of Turrets held their fire for the moment, the array of them swiveling and waiting with patience.

The Tractor Guidance System taking the dumb weapon and forcibly slingshotting them around the hull from its position of deployment on predestined paths from the Guidance System towards the enemy carriers. The rudimentary system being made into a seemingly endless supply of fire and forget energy torpedoes as different generators supplied the stream.

The main barrage against the enemy lined up their shot as Errix looked to KV-6000 with a small and wary smile. Their actions might at least stave off the enemy assault to give their own vessel some time to leave their dry dock.

"You are free to fire on the enemy vessels. Make it count." Errix informed her as the bridge crew began coordinating with ease, knowing full well how out of position they were at the moment.

 

[Darth Athora]

The Imperial Armada was slowly rebuilt since the Sith fell back, tending to their pathetic wounds. Only a mere shadow of what it once was, the Imperial Armada could only field a few fleets, but that would be soon to change. As the Sith were soon to be reborn, so would their overwhelming, galaxy-dominating forces.

It was only a matter of time.

Among this rehabilitating armada, there was a superiority force lead by a legendary ship. The Chimaera II rested in glory in the midst of a force of starships. At it's helm was the honorable Darth Athora, Grand Adjudicator of the Sith Empire. Since her appointment to her new position, Athora was given some time to fully transfer her position from the Navy and into the Grand Adjudicator role. This was to be her final station while serving in the Imperial Armada. She would soon reside over the justice system across the Sith Empire. She was looking forward to resting her heels on solid ground for an extended time.

Currently, the Lady of Strife was in a meeting via hologram with the rest of the Dark Council. As they conversed on which traitor nation they should eradicate first in their future blaze of conquest, Athora sat in silence, occasionally eyeing to the Worm Emperor in case he spoke. She wondered herself who should be the Empire's first target, but there were too many options to possibly consider one. If it were up to her, she'd have the entirety of the galaxy enslaved. But, that would be the opposite of progress. Barbaric, even, she thought. Her frustration and anger gave her these thoughts.

Athora was prepared to say something. She readied to speak, but suddenly, alarms across the Chimaera II began to blare. An invasion force had entered the system and was moving straight towards Odavessa.

"My lord, I must go. We are under attack.."

Objective II

Darth Athora left the holocall and quickly returned tot he bridge. Through the bridge's viewport, Athora looked out at the invader's forces and gritted her teeth. Whoever or whatever had come must 've had a serious death wish. Or a serious grudge against the Sith. The Sith Empire were not short of enemies. Athora knew that. And she was prepared to defend the Empire with her last breath.

"Everyone. To your stations. Now!" Darth Athora roared out. Messages were sent to the rest of the force. An attack had come upon Odavessa. The Chimaera II, ready for combat, began to move to a defensive position. The rest of the force were preparing to undock and join the flagship at it's flanks. Athora stood at the center of the bridge, overlooking the bridge officers below her, hard at work and moving at the quickest of paces as expected of them under the current circumstances.

The adrenaline was starting to kick in. It had been some time since Athora felt this way. She relished in it. She was ready.

Njal The Black | Tithon Antilles | Other Sith Spacers
Liram Angellus | Chaussidier | Other Jedi Spacers​

Spoiler: Darth Athora's Superiority Force

• Chimaera II
  
  • Eradicator-class Heavy Cruisers 6x
  • Thanaton-class Corvette 10x
• Broodica-class Star Destroyers 1x
  
  • Eradicator-class Heavy Cruisers 6x
  • Thanaton-class Corvette 10x
• Baras-class Star Destroyers 1x
  
  • Eradicator-class Heavy Cruisers 6x
  • Thanaton-class Corvette 10x
• Vigil II-class Corvettes 12x
• Exterminator-class Corvettes 10x

 

[KV-6000]

Location: Heavy Weapon Station, Bridge - The Decline
Weapons: PGEM/FMDC - Double Barrel Turret
Personal Equipment: DS-101 “Venture” Multipurpose Protective Attire - Starfire-pattern │ Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield │ X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol
Call Sign: Delta One
Objective: 2 - That Colossal Wreck
Tags: Errix Feh'room Liram Angellus Njal The Black Tithon Antilles Onrai Chaussidier Darth Athora

It was an attack few could have anticipated.

Least of all, KV-6000. Nevertheless, the diminutive Morellian strand-cast had donned her protective attire with an instinctual grace borne out of an existence dedicated to furthering the Eclipsing Mission, serving the Black Iron Sith’ari and prosecuting his conflicts amidst the endless stars. Droid-like in her precision, patience, loyalty, dedication, and fervor, the strand-cast kept no friends and few acquaintances, instead filling her free time with prayer, training, and readings of the holy texts.

Some might have considered it a dreary, slavish existence, but KV-6000 found true fulfillment and pleasure in it, such responses having been conditioned and drilled into her mind from the moment her brain was formed inside the Exowomb. Not once had she had ever broken from her programming or even entertained the thought. While a surprise attack by the treacherous, lying Jedi and their Light-blinded slaves might destroy hundreds of warships and take millions of lives, its salvos would bounce off of her mind’s armor like beskar turning away a bolt from a blaster pistol.

Plugging into her station, KV-6000 breathed in as fresh streams of data flowed into her mind, which she immediately began to sort through while silently conversed with the Decline’s artificial intelligence, performing status checks, processing sensor data, and calibrating systems. The weapon at her command, a large-caliber, anti-capital mass driver, was one of the gunner’s favorites. She had already put in more than an entire day’s worth of hours with it in the simulator, honing her instincts to a fine, lethal edge and smoothing out inefficiencies in her technique. However, the strand-cast already had plenty of experience with mass drivers, so operating them came as easy to her as breathing.

“Battery Delta One is active: all systems nominal and online.” KV-6000 delivered in precise ghoul-speak, the battle language of the Kainate. “Ready to receive firing missions.” She added, turning to face the captain, a pale, effeminate Sangnir who stood only a few inches taller than her. So far, he was the only humanoid man the tiny gunner had ever met that she could look directly in the eye without having to crane her neck.

"Spin the gun to the port and stern corner. Prepare to fire when our maneuver is completed."

“Understood, Captain.” KV-6000 answered. Within a split-second of the order leaving her superior’s delicate lips, the powerful mass driver began to rotate on its base, gears and servos churning with a healthy mechanized rhythm that made the gunner blush with contentment, doubly so so as the satisfying clunks of two 900mm shells being automatically loaded into guns activated her senses. “Detonite core rounds, loaded.” She continued. “Battery is in position and primed to fire.”

Suddenly, the Decline lurched as it translated into hyperspace, before shifting once again as it reverted back out, now at the rear of the enemy carrier fleet!

"You are free to fire on the enemy vessels. Make it count."

“Yes, Captain.” KV-6000 replied snappily. Forgoing the targeting computer, the strand-cast swiveled the mass driver to face the “Mercury” class Artillery Cruiser ( Liram Angellus ), choosing the enemy cruiser in particular in the hopes of removing a substantial amount of enemy firepower from the field at an early stage of the battle. Then, after instinctually compensating for any factors that might affect her accuracy, the gunner willed the mass driver to fire, unleashing a pair of 900mm detonite core rounds one after the other, aimed to potentially strike the port side nacelle of the Silver Jedi warship!

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

• KV-6000 fires two detonite core rounds from the PGEM/FMDC, one from each barrel of the turret, targeting the port side nacelle of the Mercury.

 

[Onrai]

Enemies: Caltin Vanagor Liram Angellus Inanna Harth Chaussidier
Allies: Errix Feh'room Darth Athora KV-6000

Objective 2

The Resolute-class Supercarriers that had jumped directly into the atmosphere of Odavessa were completely bare of fighters or bombers, as their sole purpose was to rescue as many Sith-Imperial personnel as was reasonably possible. The vessels moved to dock at the spaceports, their anti-fighter weaponry striking and harming some of the fighters that sought to interrupt their rescue mission. The irony of the party that claimed to be the righteous ones firing on a rescue operation to save the lives of civilians was not lost on Onrai's forces, and their motivations were only further reinvigorated as they sought to fight on.

The Sith fleet was soon attacked by divisions of Liram Angellus's naval flotilla and rose to meet the challenge. Proton beam cannons were charged, and lances of superheated plasma flew across the void of space from the warships' main weapons. The fire of several dozen super-heavy beam weapons, each designed to pierce the hull of a Star Destroyer, were focused on the Mercury cruiser that seemed to form the command vessel of the flotilla moving to engage the aging fleet's own. If they could destroy it, the initial Alliance assault on the shipyards would be blunted. A flurry of seeker baradium missiles launched from the Voracitos-class Bombardment Spheres were sent hurtling through space towards the patrol ships that joined it as the vessels began their process of trying to trap portions of the Alliance fleet between the shipyards and themselves. The Saturn-Os had their shock jump drives primed and ready to trigger.

The swarm of fighters quickly rushed in to duel with their Alliance counterparts. Though they were technologically a generation or two behind the cutting-edge spacecraft being used by their enemies, they had experience on their side - many of these pilots had either been trained from a young age by the best astrogators the Sith Empire had produced, and those who had not been pushed through a rigorous training regime were veterans, some of multiple decades worth of engagement. Those who had slain the last iteration of Rogue Squadron still flew forth, their aged Eightgun and Forge fighters still more than a match firepower and maneuverability-wise respectively compared to their enemies. It would be a battle to the end.

Shuttles from the flotilla were launched to the shipyards. These shuttles were packed to the brim with Oppressor-16 Dark Troopers, at one time the most advanced droid soldiers the Empire used and certainly a formidable threat. The shuttles quickly sought to dump them on the yards themselves, where they would inevitably meet and engage multiple hostile units. Proper manpower was not something that could easily be spared - those living darktroopers, the ones configured with cyborg augments to counterbalance their aging or war injuries, were sent to the command stations of the shipyards themselves. The vessels were all in mothballs with minimal fuel, but could in theory have their bridge protocols hijacked remotely if one had access to the base command codes. From there it would be a matter of them freeing themselves from the docks and having their hyperdrives triggered to jump them to a nearby rallying point where ancillary ships could collect them, refuel them, and take them elsewhere.

Yes, that was an amicable option. And it would be needed soon, as a depowered frigate was split in two by the fire of Chaussidier's fleet, twisted durasteel crashing against the docking ring.

-

Objective 1

That familiar presence. The last time Onrai had seen Inanna was when the duo had gone through a portal that was, to say the least, unstable. So it was they had ended up in the netherworld, where the Shi'ido had shed her arm and left the twice-false goddess in the domain of Mortis. Evidently, she had gotten help to get free. Her lust for vengeance, her desire to end the existence of the one she believed responsible for her indignities and torments.

"Vanessa! I've come to put an end to you!"

The declaration of Inanna was made with such passion. Such hatred. Onrai had hoped such would not yet consume her, yet here she was. The shadowed form of the primordial entity, the New Old One, laughed at the impetuousness of her attacker.

"My child, I have long since put an end to Vanessa. There is only Onrai. Your quest for senseless revenge against the one who provided for you, trained you, and did what she could to aid you in your growth as a mortal is at an end. Surrender yourself to me, and you may yet have a place among the growing pantheon, the new Celestials who will guide the galaxy along a less chaotic path and give those like you a chance to live a better life. Would you not wish to take dominion of Lao-mon and make it your own? To cure the world of the sicknesses brought upon it? Or perhaps to bring back the fallen - your family, your children, your husband? All can be yours despite that which you have pressed upon me."

She frowned as an amorphous appendage went within the inky blackness of her physique, before withdrawing a very familiar desiccated arm, taken from within a laboratory rack on Kiross where the remnants of her stockpile were stored. "If you still choose to go down the path of vengeance over these perceived wrongs, know that I am genuinely sorry. I wish there were better options for teaching you, or that I had understood sooner. Perhaps then we would not be at each other's throats. I genuinely am sorry for the path your life has taken, and I offer you the opportunity to use that power I have to give you the life you deserve. A life with love, with comfort, and with a world remade as it should be."

Onrai looked at the trailing length of magnetic plasma that emerged from the hilt of Inanna's weapon, a soft smile shining on her face.

"And if this ends up being the requiem for us, at least you learned how to fight with something interesting at my hands."

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

 

[Njal The Black]

Location: Transport to Surface
Engagement: Caltin Vanagor

Njal was never a tactical genius like one of the Antilles, nor the inspirational leaders like Mon Mothma. Rather he was carnage absolute - a beast barely kept sane, seperated by mere inches of his incalculable blood lust. In Njal there was very little in terms of a man, but the unbridled heresy of war - the enjoyment a mortal felt taking lives, feeling the absolute control of mortality at the edge of their blade.

Where many cowered from the carnage, Njal embraced it, lusted for it, bathed in it. Njal was little more than a monster, a creature built im fables and fears. Of the true capability a man had behind all that societal conditioning.

So when the ships broke to the surface and he was left with the choice of guiding his ships or departing to take heads - he chose the latter. Abandoning his frigate to the command of the admiralty, so that he might enjoy a blood bath. His transport was shaky and barely kept together - but it'd do for the time being, shaking as it entered the atmosphere.

"Over there.", he said, motioning to the Jedis own ship.

"I want him."

And so the transport would oblidge, holding a momentary hover a few dozen feet from the ground before the giant of Balagoth jumped down. Shirtless, scarred, and temporarily unbloodied- he was already a threat on the battlefield.

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Location: The Capital
Engagement: Darth Strosius // Alina Tremiru // Darth Ophidia

The ship raced through the atmosphere of the world, dodging anti air with a deftness capable of only a jedi. It zipped and roared as Wyatt delicately adjusted pitch and yaw, throttle and guns until he came within a hairs breath of death multiple times - but conclusively survived. Displaying the strength of the Jedi Starfighter Corp, he beamed as the ship came to its destination.

The Pyramid, a great black thing housing the most dangerous sith in the galaxy. It's imposing status broke the city skyline with a malevolent intent - likely to impose the harsh authoritarian discipline in the population, signature of sith architecture. Wyatt let his ship run to autopilot as an R2 Droid took over, let the canopy rise, and let himself out onto the wing.

A second later and he was falling - updrafts pulling at his cloak, threatening to destabilize his descent. Despite nature's best efforts he retained his stability, controlled his descent, until the Jedi Master hit the ground with a cushioned force. He rose with blue blade ignited, cutting down the first two to enter his deadly range.

His radio came to life as he sent for two others, Kahlil Noble and Valery Noble -

"I'm groundside outside the Pyramid. I'll catch anyone exiting. May the Force be with you."

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Unknown
Allies: Unknown

The rumors had come... murmurs of sith massing in a section of the galaxy... Balaya hadn't gathered with many of them for years and even less had cared to. They could be disruptive to the purposes and she had found the Firebirds to be more amenable to her notions about the force. Inwardly augmenting themselves with various poisons and runes to ensure loyalty of their members. The massing fleets of jedi and united groups going after them... was interesting and could be a means to thin the field as it were of the more troublesome cases. Darth Carnifex had been her master for the longest time and she learned a lot about the darkside from him... but he was also prone to dying and returning within secret sith circles. SHe took one of the older ships to go and see... perhaps find a jedi or one of the sith lords... a little blast from the past might help and sshe knew hwo to handle the corpses if there were enough... each one could be brought back to raise an army and improve the odds of thinning the ranks of the Firebirds enemies. Accompanying her was one of The Faithful and two servants gleamed as they secured her Warlord Armor. SShe held her hands out as the transport went towards something that had grown much since the time of the one sith. The Nightmare Child moved around in space giving its mother its attention as they started to head out towards the others.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Location: Beneath the Pyramid
Engagement: Valery Noble // Kahlil Noble // Joycelyn Zambrano

Those above would be met with terrifying resistance. Praetorians, zealous and powerful Sith warriors who protected the Emperor, moved to intercept the Jedi encroaching on the pyramid. Wyatt Morga, Valery and Kahlil Noble, each would soon be met with the frightening strength of the Emperors finest - and the encroaching danger of Vornskr the Second.

Yet deep below the surface, amidst sigils who's meaning was lost to time, and corpses of Sith centuries past, Maliphant stood surrounded by the Dark Side Scholars known as the Sepulchral - their individual names long surrendered to glorious purpose. They marked him with black Ash of a hundred Sith, convoluted and powerful symbolage esoteric and dangerous.

"You will embody glory.", one said.

"Power."

"Victory."

He exhaled slow as they traced the ur-Kittat on his chest. When they were done, they brought him to his knees and offered him a simple gift;

"In these ashes are the remnants of a great Sith. Darth Sidious, the Sith Emperor of ages past. Take these in, experience truth, and prepare for ascension."

And so he did. Drank the muddled mixture of Ash and water, took from it so greedily one may think he was dying of thirst. When he feasted upon the burned flesh of the great Sidious, consumed what remained of him in the material plane, he began to transcend the mortal plane.

Stood before him was the multi faced Visage of the Worm - only now instead of the Worms golden masks, it was the quickly changing face of his soul. Sith he recognized from the Telos Holocron, Sith he recognized from ancient Holovids.

"The scales have fallen from your eyes.", a thousand voices offered him."

"Let us show you truth before the reckoning."

 

[Silas Westgard]

Objective: Destroy the factories
Location: Odavessa
Tags: Valen

Today was the day the Sith empire finally died

Silas, who was not even a Jedi during their prime rattled along the skies of Odavessa with a team of small Jedi. Either side of them was a long line of ships flying in formation, carrying a multitude of Jedi and troopers dead set on the obliteration of the factories ahead of them. For now, the sky was clear of any anti-air, an indication they had yet been spotted... yet. Without warning, enemy fire from below burst through the clouds and exploded next to their flight path. The battle had now only become real.

Inside the cold hull of the shaking shuttle sat the padawan, his eyes closed and meditating in the midst of their pressured approach. He trusted the force to guide him through this battle the way it wanted and get him through to the other side, there were still plans he had yet to achieve in his lifetime. Deep inside his mind, the teen thought deeply about how far he had come and what he learned, as long as he followed those ideals he'd get through this fine.

Shooting his eyes open from the sound of an explosion hitting close to their wing he looked around at the people around him. The four Jedi were as calm as he was, their faces stone cold and focused on the task at hand. They all traveled light and didn't seem to have much protective armor other than a lightsaber to prevent them from harm.

Diving towards the ground at speed it wasn't long until the row of ships made it to the ground intact, leaving them all to disperse from their drophips and scurry deep into the factory district. Their mission was sound, but the opposition was relatively unknown. Whatever the sith had left, they were sure to throw their worst at them as a last hoorah.

Moving swiftly towards their targets they silently motioned of approaching darkness. Together, they'd finally get rid of this terror on the galaxy, even if it meant breaking them down one piece at a time...

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Strips of bandages fluttered behind Him as He walked. Most of His body was covered with them, layered across healing skin and exposed meat and bone. From beneath a bandaged veil, one eye glared imperiously at the looming archive gates. Much of the city-world's attention was driven up to the sky, fixed upon the encroaching punitive fleet that began to push into the system. How they had discovered Odavessa or who had led them here was inconsequential in His mind, those actions could never be undone. But the future was His to seize, He had foreseen it in the bones and flames.

The guards that stood watch outside the archive took a step towards the Dark Lord and His approaching force. One raised his hand as though to hail them, his mouth parting as though to speak. He never got to finish, for the entire retinue of guards was wrenched up into the air. Their bodies were violently contorted; heads turned around and bodies folded in half. Then they fell to the ground, tumbling down the steps as their gear and weapons clattered from their slack hands.

Carnifex hadn't even needed to raise His hand, for as He willed, so it was done. Several technical specialists then rushed forward past the Dark Lord, ascending the steps in great bounds before sliding to a stop at the archive gate controls. They plugged their devices into the input ports, typing away on their keypads as they bypassed the door controls and opened them. This was all done by the time the Dark Lord had walked from the bottom of the stairs to the top, the door opening for Him just as He neared. Passing through, the Dark Lord left behind half of His force to guard the entrance, while the other half journeyed inside with Him.

Conflict was immediate, the interior guardians not taking lightly to the Dark Lord's unannounced intrusion. The soldiers knew their roles, they would do what must be done; even if it meant killing those that were effectively their allies. The Dark Lord turned to the sniper cadre that He had requested accompany Him. Chiefly, He spoke to their commandant, Junior Lieutenant UX-0626.

"Lieutenant UX-0626," spoke the grave voice of the Dark Lord, His one exposed eye peering directly at her. "Advance with your team to the second floor and establish an overwatch position near the front windows. I want you to reinforce my soldiers at the front gate, make sure that none not of our brethren approach this building." He then crouched to look UX directly in the eye, "I am counting on you, my child. I know you will not fail me." Then He rose and turned to walk deeper into the archive, but paused a moment and tilted His head, as though listening to something unheard by the others. He then turned back to UX and amended His last command.

"Actually, a Jedi guest will be arriving shortly. His name is Jaxon Thio, be sure that he's allowed through the cordon." Then the Dark Lord walked away, moving towards the center of the archive. Once He was out of earshot of His forced, Carnifex activated a communicator built into the gauntlet on His left arm. Though no hologram was projected, the device still glowed blue as the connection was established and encrypted. "The first floor is being secured, Uncle. We are in position. Commence phase two."

Jax Thio | UX-0626
Balaya Praelior Zambrano | Darth Prazutis ​

 

[Inanna Harth]

“I don’t give a feth what you call yourself now!” Inanna replied. “You poisoned me, tortured me, and even invaded my mind. You threatened me and my family with horrors too sick to speak of, and now you’re frolicking with the same forces who took over my homeworld and committed genocide against my species. Yet you have the gall to try and tempt me to join these pathetic sacks of evil, death-worshiping garbage?”

She pushed Onrai with the Force, testing the waters.

“Your apologies aren’t worth the breath you’ve wasted on them, you manipulative, abusive bastard. You’re no immortal goddess. You’re just a creep.”

Spoiler: Ground Forces

• 300 Shamans
  • Controlling hundreds of beast companions, including beelzeborks, urartu, andesites, and branchlurkers
• 300 Micians
• 100 Cytherai
• Various rebels (Shi'ido NPC warposting fodder)

Onrai​

 

[Jeren Kestros]

Location: Odavessa
Objective: Defeat the Sith Empire once and for all
Gear: Armor | Lightsaber
Tags: Millia Brimarch Venn Kolis Darth Megarea

The Miraluka Juror swayed back and forth, rocking with the movements of the dropship in which he found himself. He prayed quietly, seeking Ashla's guidance and strength in the fight to come. In his ship, as with many of the others nearby, was a small contingent of forces from the Ashlan Crusade: Knights supporting units of elite soldiers. The Crusade had not send its forces en masse to Odavessa, the dark heart of the Sith Empire's remnants, but a small force had been dispatched to aid in the fight. Most unusual were people like him: Ashlan Jurors, mixed in with the rest of the Ashlan forces. Normally they worked alone, seeking out followers of the Bogan wherever they hid. In situations like this, however, they would come together in greater numbers, acting in unison as the harbingers of Ashla's justice.

"Over the LZ now." The pilot's voice sounded over the radio. "Get ready to drop."

Jeren took a deep breath and nodded to the other Crusaders. "Do not fear the Sith, brothers and sisters. Ashla is with us." With those words, Jeren leapt. A few others followed, Knights and Jurors falling the last dozen meters or so to the city streets. Using the Force to slow his descent and soften his landing, Jeren tucked and rolled upon hitting the ground. Immediately he was on his feet, igniting his golden yellow lightsaber. He struck hard and fast, his blade a blur as he dispatched a group of soldiers, their lifeless bodies crumpling to the ground. One young man charged at him with a ferocious cry, crimson lightsaber held high as he closed in. Brave, but foolish. He must have been an acolyte, and an inexperienced one at that. He was in his late teens at most, and his inexperience was clearly evident to the Ashlan Juror. Jeren easily parried aside the young Sith's strike. He swung again, a wide, sweeping arc full more of fear and anger than skill; Jeren disarmed him, slicing through the hilt of the Sith's lightsaber. The Juror swiftly plunged his blade into the young Sith's chest, piercing his heart with burning plasma. He fell, an expression of confusion, fear, and indignation etched on his face.

Jeren was shook his head and sighed. He stepped over the young man's body, not allowing himself to dwell on any of it. He had done the boy a favor, granting him a quick and merciful death before the Bogan could truly take hold over him, turning him into a corrupted husk of who he once was. It was unfortunate that he had met such a fate, but that's just how it was.

Crusaders spilled from shuttles and dropships, taking up defensive positions and clearing the area around their LZ. The soldiers would soon rendezvous with allied forces, then move on to their objectives. Some would move to the factories, looking to permanently cripple the Sith war machine; others would take and hold important tactical positions within the city; a few had been tasked with seeking out and eliminating the Sith themselves.

The final day of the Sith Empire had come at last.

 

[Elani Zambrano]

Sorrow. Agony. Anger. Vengeance.

So many emotions shared among the minority that was the Jedi and Sith. All feeble in the greater vision of the void gods. They were all pawns of the Great Devourer Muurrakk. Elani was only of a chosen few that were blessed to be enlightened to this truth. She accepted Muurrakk's reign over the galaxy and that she was the catalyst for nourishing his mighty maw.

Elani had become a master of controlling the shadows and veiling herself in their dark embrace. She used this power as she watched over her dear beloved sister, Joycelyn. She did not know it yet, but she is integral to the Unending Hunger's plans. Elani had to ensure that her life would endure so that she can fulfill her purpose.

From the shadows, Elani watched and followed closely behind her sister. Several Murakami acolytes followed as well. They were never too far from their matron. Elani could feel the intensity beginning to flare in her sister. The fireworks of battle above could mean only one thing. The Sith had finally been hunted to their once safe bastion. Elani cared not for the Sith. Only for her sister.

Blood was on the horizon.

Joycelyn Zambrano ​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

"If you dare waste an hour of your life,
you have not yet discovered the value of your life.” Frank Miller​

Primary Objective

“Redemption is never out of reach, you just have to reach for it.”

This had been Caltin Vanagor’s motto for a long time, fully believing that anyone and anything could be repaired or “brought back” if the desire was there. That was lost on this planet a long time ago. There were all the signs, all of the feelings, all of the senses telling him that this was a planet that was overcome with loss and “not willing to reach for it.” The massive Jedi Master was not in the mood to be diplomatic about any of this as he was close to others, like Jax Thio . The problem is the shuttle coming down, in a manner that makes one wonder if it was “coming down” or “crashing down” , looking to be focused on him and only him.

The imposing individual that jumped out of it was probably one of the few humans(in his case, a relative term) truly “his size.” The monster looked to be cold, deadly and looking for nothing more than to watch the galaxy burn. It was a shame, but it looked like this was going to be nothing more than a fight. The massive Jedi Master wouldn’t have wasted time trying to reason with this animalistic warrior, but giving him a chance to leave would also fall on deaf ears.

Especially with that weapon he looked to be carrying.

Never thought I would ever say this to someone… “You’re big.”

TAG: Allies - TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: 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

 

[Millia Brimarch]

Location: Odavessa Surface
Objective: Deal with the Sith, Ensure the Bogan does not Deceive Her Own
Tags: Jeren Kestros Venn Kolis Darth Megarea
Weapons: Songsteel Concussive Batons, Collapsible Electrostaff
Equipment: Utility Belt inludes - Hush-98 Comlink, Liquid Cable Launcher, Fibercord Whip, Holoprojector, Holo-map, Rebreather, Security Spike, Scramble Key, Anti-security blade, Field Security Overloader, Canteen/Waterskin, Energy/Food Capsules
ECM-598 Medical Backpack includes - Shock Cloth, Bactade, Antidote Synthesizer
Spider Silk Clothing
Armorweave Overclothes, Coif, Kama equipped with a Small Energy Shield​

Most would have scoffed at the nature of their mission. To remove from the galaxy a persisting pox upon the face of peace as a whole. There was a strange sense of woe to the task however. A knowing that regardless of whatever attempt the whole of the galaxy made, believing themselves to be righteous and infallible in their ideals when compared to the beings they so vehemently abhorred, that inevitably some dark and deleterious force would emerge in its place.

From within or outside their own.

A number of silent missions had seen her keeping a dossier on a number of important places and people's. Even wearing her garb, she had been welcomed into whatever fold she came across with eventuality and patient diligence being her keys to acceptance among those that might have questioned her presence.

While she hunted with a tenacity that rivaled only born predators, the understanding of when and where to strike was as much second nature as the instinct to hurt, maim, and ultimately destroy whatever lay in her path.

Most shuddered as she focused herself in the force. The ambient water molecules glistening as the slight change in atmosphere focused around them forced them into solidified crystalline shapes that danced in the air before dropping to the deck of the transport.

They landed with certainty behind them. A raiment of Valor and purpose that drove them to be here. But she was watchful of not only the enemy, but her own on that matter of violence and vehemence. It was only a mere step forward to cross an imaginary line in the sand that kept those who boasted about or believed themselves incapable of betraying their benevolent nature in the heat of the moment that concerned her as well.

Battle was always a vicious thing but existed as the truest test of one's mettle in the heat of the moment. The only other test being of holding one against the cusp of their own demise, to invade that sense of self so thoroughly that one could gaze into the very nature of a being and examine the harsh rules one allowed themselves to live by without realization.

The troops abandoned their craft, one of the other Juror's taking steps forward before engaging a youth of probable Sith nature.

She watched silently from the doorway as he dispatched the self proclaimed foe of their endeavor. Whisps of vapor leaving her lips as she stashed the electronic vaporizer in her pocket before leaving the transport herself.

There was no great rush from her form, the heels clacking against the ground as she stood over the fallen form and closed their eyes. Whispering a prayer of peace and goodwill over the fallen enemy before standing and whispering further.

"In Ashla's light we bring absolution. In Ashla's name we bring balance and peace to everything and all. The hand of Ashla guide us and bring upon us the mercy and clarity for our actions to remain true and virtuous in this task." She spoke as she strode forward, the chill of icy cold left behind where she stepped.

Small lingering formations of frozen crystals where the point of her heel met the ground littered the space behind her as jagged spikes. Mind focused itself to the task before her as she kept to the heels of the one leading the charge.

The Concussion Batons pulled free in both hands as she became a vessel for both light in dark in that moment. The Bogan was no friend to her. A lingering and ghastly force that she drew upon in order to better prepare herself to face those that drew upon that entity with every fiber of their being. One could not fight an enemy they did not understand. And the understanding of the Bogan was something that dwelled deep within her heart.

 

[Ran Serys]

Objective 3: Antique Land
Location: Odavessa
Equipment: Lightsaber, Blaster, Slicer Kit
Engaging: Xzinn Dronnol

As the Odavessan Sith clashed against the striking Jedi, Ran leapt toward her mission. She aired over rusted railings and deathtrap stairs, sprinting further and further into the mega-factory structures of Odavessa just to disable them. Equipped with her lightsaber, her blaster, and some slicer tech, it was her job to make at least a sector of the Sith machines inoperable and irreparable. It was a job she knew she could do. It was why she volunteered.

Through the yellowing window panes of the factories on the outskirts she could see the fighting, then the stragglers, and then the uncertain. The uncertain and the conflicted. She could smell it in the air, almost seeing the feeling come off of them. Should they cut and run, or stand and fight? She hoped they would run. Less Sith was good for the galaxy, and less bloodshed was even better.

One final leap from one dilapidated factory to one that was more operational. It was worn but it was primed for production. Ran tucked herself into the shadows of the corners of the metal room and then its machines. Using the force she buried her presence in the shadows. She traveled across the room slowly and methodically, put a slicer kit to the terminal and made factory operations haywire.

"One down and many more to go." She whispered to herself. The chaos of the factory's system drew a crowd of the warrior variety. There were too many to take on safely. So Ran ran to lose them and to reach the next terminal where her slicer kit could cause even more damage. That was not meant to be.

She felt the force like a concussive blast. It pushed her off of her feet and through a window. Glass shattered as she fell three stories. She tried to break her fall and managed to do so on the head of a Sith Acolyte. He never saw it coming, and to be fair nor did she. With his head spun on his shoulders, the acolyte was gone. He breathed his last breath and then Ran was surrounded by a smattering of other acolytes. The one at the front caught Ran's stare just a second longer than the others. He seemed more capable than the rest, so when she activated her lightsaber she aimed it at him. She aimed it at Xzinn Dronnol

_______________________​

 

[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: Odavessa
ORDERS: Destroy the Sith Empire Fleet
WINGMATES: Allies - Wyatt Morga , Chaussidier Inanna Yomin, TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: Aspect of Passion Njal The Black, Onrai , Tithon Antilles Errix Feh'room KV-6000 Darth Athora


TEAM DARKSIDE





As the next fleet dropped, as well as began to unlatch from the flotilla of stations and fleet yards, they were clearly going to have to utilize the one advantage that Admiral Angellus wanted on each of these ships. Each of the “Nav” departments and “Helmsman” were all “ex” or “rotated out” fighter pilots. That meant that they were going to push each ship to their fullest potential and the Admiral wanted that to help overcome the numbers. The biggest obstacle was the first one. Pulling off the comm system, he ordered his “Conservator” Class heavy cruisers to move in and utilize that very “advantage” to their fullest on the opposing Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser Maybe this will not be as successful as one would hope, but they could hold the much larger vessels’ attention.

There were Carrack Cruisers in this fleet. Carracks were traditionally anti-fighter and that would not do. So that was his next focus and that meant that the “Apollo” class cruisers were going to chase them. The strength of Angellus’ fleet was in the fighters and it needed to stay that way. That meant that these ships needed the focus of the ships he trusted in a fight.

There was something off about the Sovereignty Heavy Fighters in their attack runs on the Resolute Supercarriers. The Sith Empire ships were firing “point defense” only and little else, they were showing little to no aggression. This was confirmed with the call of Marines that they were taking on evacuees and simply “jumping out.” While this was not a tactically sound move on his part, Liram could not ethically order attacks on ships carrying civilians, or at least trying to just survive. Punching up what looked to be their area of the map, the Admiral noticed the entry of more ships, even if ill prepared, into the fight.

Scott, pull the Sovereignty’s off of the Supercarriers and re-task them onto that Broodica-class Star Destroyer that just went active.
[“We may not get another chance at so many of these, sir!”]

I get where you’re coming from, but I can’t fire on civilians.

Adding the Captains of the “Avalon” as well as “Apollo” class ships to the line, he continued his order.

I want those (Thanaton) Corvettes engaged directly, but keep firing solutions on those (Resolute) Super Carriers just in case they try something.

[“Acknowledged”]

[“Aye”]

[“Aye”]

[“Yessir!’]

The General consensus was positive and the Flight Director seemed to agree, so the next fire could be put out. It’s funny, that is what the Flag Officer’s job had become, a firefighter. The “Mercury” Class as well as “The Silver City” both reported heavy damage from a cruiser pulling off a “Micro-jump” and getting in behind them. The move caught all of them off guard, mainly because the defense net was not completely up yet. The Turrets were active but were not actively tracking Sith Targets yet, until now. The deployable turrets now had a ship to fire on as did the Starfurys that were now targeting The Decline’s droid fighters. The Sith Empire battleship played her hand, and played it well, but now she had to contend with the “counter.”

The 4th Recon Fleet’s appearance was definitely a welcome sight. Admiral Chaussidier’s were required reading for his Flag officer exams; and he proved to be a bit of a legend around the campus during Flag Officer School. So when Liram himself pointed out the “Nima II” it actually brought some unexpected, but more than welcome inspiration on the bridges of the other ships under his command. Angelus had a family name that dated back to the original Hyperspace Wars and the early days of the “Old” Republic. He was no stranger to unwarranted as well as unwanted attention, but he knew what proper respect was, and the Commanding Officer of the 4th earned it long ago.

“FLAG/COMMO - Incoming contact from the Nima II, it’s Admiral Chaussidier himself for your encrypted channel.”

“Captain Isaacs. If you can spare them, start breaching those Eradicators and then that Barras Class. There’s a flag out there, ID “Chimaera II” I want their support cut at the ankles when we hit’em.”

[“Acknowledged, Admiral!... Raider to…”]

Punching a few buttons to clear the comm-waves, he pressed the message button.

“COMMO/FLAG - Put him through… Welcome to Odavessa, Admiral!”

Immediately when those sleek “Arraks” began to reinforce the attack on the Red Dragon and his other cruisers backing up Voodoo, Ares, and Angel wings, he felt relief. Make no mistake, Liram had all of the confidence one should have in their sailors, pilots and so on, but every little bit helps. That was probably why when he was done adjusting orders to accommodate what was going on, the Admiral was more than willing to accept the communicae from his colleague (he still felt weird about that, like he hadn’t earned it yet).

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

As the Marines were jumping off of the Transports, they were receiving covering fire from Gunships. Those that did not hit themselves were pinning down enemy guns enabling more to land. Overwhelming numbers were their primary weapon and ally. Those gunships that were damaged were to pull out immediately and RTB for immediate repairs and reloading (if possible), the Jackals would step up and take their place. Again, this was not an ideal situation for the Armed Recon pilots, but they were here as a part of the overall unit and if this is what they had to do, then they were more than willing.

Their objectives were simple. Room by room the Marines would secure the area and keep it that way until reaching armories and C&C. They were not running roughshod over the Sith Empire, the Marines were suffering significant losses, but this was (unfortunately) expected by everyone going in. There was, what looked to be, a Sith coming out with some repellers, there had to be an important ship nearby, otherwise it was unlikely that any Sith would bother being here.

They may need the SCARs after all.

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 unmanned or not ready for launch. This did not last much longer as the secondary fleets arrived as mentioned.

Spoiler: SUMMARY OF ACTIONS

1. “Conservator” Class Heavy Cruisers are retasking and moving in on Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruisers utilizing tactics like “Ackbar Slash” and “Slingshots” to maneuver into and around to better firing positions.
2. “Celestial City” “Silver City” and “Ethereal” Deploying auto-turrets and engaging “The Red Dragon” of Tithon Antilles directly with long guns
3. “Avalon” Class Destroyers are keeping a firing solution on enemy Resolute Supercarriers, but engaging enemy Thanaton-class Corvettes
4. “Apollo” Class Destroyers are now focusing their attention on the Carrack II-class Frigate
5. “Mercury” cruiser as well as “Ezekiel” class patrol ships engaging enemy Flotilla.
6. “Loki” Class cruisers engaged “The Decline” after the Sith Empires cruiser successfully performed her maneuver on “The Silver City” as well as the “Mercury” cruiser before the defense net was entirely up.
7. “Revelry” Class cruisers using “Anti-Starfighter” capabilities to engage enemy fighters alongside “ArchAngel” Interceptors.
8. Stealth fighters attacking Fleetyard and enemy Flotilla in single runs before RTB to re-arm
9. Archangel Interceptors engage enemy interceptors directly, working along with “Revelry” Class Cruisers.
10. Ashera Fighters engaging enemy fighters, clearing paths and drawing fire away from X-wings, Heavies and Bombers
11. X-wings attacking ships still docked/prematurely launching, the other half attacking surface guns on “The Red Dragon”
12. Heavies pulling off attacking Supercarriers and reacquiring Broodica-class Star Destroyers
13. Bombers attacking Red Dragon
14. Starfurys in Defensive Screen targeting The Decline’s fighter screen
15. All auto-turrets deployed, “Point-Defense” and “Incoming” and targeting The Decline..
16. SCAR Teams are attacking, and “ZERO G” Boarding and breaching Baras-class Star Destroyers and Eradicator-class Heavy Cruisers
17. Marines were landing at any and every possible breach point and landing bay throughout the stations and drydocks.

• Super Carrier "Celestial City"
• Heavy Carrier "Silver City" (Heavy damage to Starboard Nacelles, main engine power at 56 percent. Shields holding at 78 percent)
• Carrier "Ethereal"
• 3x "Conservator" Class Heavy Cruisers
• 4x "Avalon" Class Destroyers
• 3x “Revelry” Class Cruiser
• 3x "Apollo" Class Destroyer "Apollo" “Mercury” “Olympus”
• 6x "Ezekiel" Class Patrol Ships
• "Mercury" Class Cruiser (Direct hits to deck 4-9, primary cannons off-line, shields at 69 percent)
• 2x "Loki" Class Escort Cruiser

• 18 Squadrons Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor (down 1 squadron)
• 41 Squadrons NC-1000 X-Wing (down 2.5 squadrons total)
• 28 Squadrons Ashera Class Fighter (down 1.4 squadrons)
• 18 Squadrons Azazael class Stealth fighter
• 10 Squadrons Demon Class Bomber
• 5 Squadrons Sovereignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter
• 8 Squadrons Jackal Class Starfighter
• 6 Squadrons Starfury class Starfightera (Defensive Screen only)

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
“Revelry” Class Cruiser
"Apollo" Class Destroyer "Apollo" 10 squadrons NC-1000 X-Wing
2x "Ezekiel" Class Patrol Ships

SERAPHIC Carrier Group
Heavy Carrier "Silver City"
"Mercury" Class Cruisers squadron NC-1000 X-Wing
"Loki" Class Escort Cruiser
“Revelry” Class 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
“Revelry” Class Cruiser
"Apollo" Class Destroyer "Olympus" 10 squadrons Ares 12 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
2x "Ezekiel" Class Patrol Ships

 

[Kalzok]

OZYMANDIAS

Objective 3: Antique Land
One Man's Archeologist... , Part 1.5​

Odavessa City, Valley District of the Lords

Oppius Keso hurried down the streets of Odavessa. Already the Jedi were landing in force and sections of the city were aflame with the cascade of heavy weaponry. Behind him trotted a squad of Sith Legionnaires. Their armour was in better shape than at Fort Havelok, having found official sources of replenishment since then. They marched in unison, determined to carry out their benefactors' cause and some still smarting at the perceived insults at Havelok.

Oppius did not wish to dissuade them.

As they rounded a corner on the final stretch to the Plague Prince's tower, a flash of doubt crept into the Sith warrior's mind: was this the most appropriate course of action? Taking the property of another lord at this time...

No, we are merely defending his property. It is only if, or when, the interlopers bring overwhelming force that we will conduct a tactical withdrawal, removing objects of importance from reach of the enemy. It is only prudent.

As they reached the gates of the tower, its dark and sickening aura washing over Oppius and the troopers, two guards of the tower stepped forward from the gates, a disturbing assemblage of rotting flesh and rusting metal.

"Who approaches the manse of the Prince of Putrescence?" Intoned one of them, their voice obscured yet amplified by their horned helm, blasters at the ready.

"A retainer of the Dark Thaumaturge Kalzok. We are here to defend your lord's property and any... sensitive materials he may have in this building from being seized by the Jedi."

Oppius awaited their answer.

Tag: Raoh Logarius , any other Sith that want "protection"/get burglarised. Kalzok still open for a fight against Jedi (or anyone) on the surface

 

[Darth Ahriman]

AHRIMAL [VALEN]​

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Objective 3: Defend the Industrial Factories of Odavessa.
Inventory: Sith Armor | Sith Lightsaber.
Nearby Allies: Kalzok | Xzinn Dronnol | Darth Xyrah .
Nearby Enemies: Ran Serys .
Engaging: Silas Westgard .

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As Sigma-Five-Delta moved off in order to obey Ahrimal's orders and further fortify the industrial sector of the capital city, the Sith turned his gaze skyward at the sounds of explosive flak being fired overhead; His eyes narrowed, and his Helm responded with the heads-up display identifying and tracking the descending craft, giving Ahrimal a rough indication of where they might land, or if they were lucky, crash and be spared the violent welcome that he had decided to provide their newfound guests.

They would not be the first to land, however, and as Ahrimal had started his trek towards their likely landfall, he could already see signs of fighting towards the end of the path that he walked. Buildings surrounded him, great and small factories and warehouses, all components of the greater Sith Empire, many responsible for the machinations of war that Ahrimal had past fought beside against the enemy eternal. Always someone seeking to dismantle the Sith Brotherhood, and always an opportunity to bring the greatest weapons of war that the best of Sith-Imperial minds could design. This sector was a testament to their past strength, and their triumphs; Ahrimal intended on being there to see it remain, for the sake of the war to come.

Blasterfire ricocheted off of the nearby corner of the great brick factory that Ahrimal had come upon, the brick erupting in a spray of smaller stone as the energy exploded and sent debris across the street. The sound of the shot fired immediately echoed across the sky, soon accompanied by further blaster fire and propelling the Sith forward, Lightsaber in hand and the crimson blade igniting with a splash of terrible light and the snap-hiss of the blade emitter channelling and controlling the destructive sith energy sword into being.

Rounding the corner of the factory, his armours internal HUD quickly identified friend and foe simultaneously, Imperial StormTroopers firing back against the invading opposition, some of which spotted Ahrimal and his weapon blazing against the darker structure wall that he ran alongside. His armour was heavier than standard battle attire, yet his thirst for battle and control over the Darkside carried his every step, strengthened his movements and made him a torrent of momentum, forcing the allied troopers to get clear and out of the way while he brought the Lightsaber to bare down against the nearest hostile, slashing through their armour from shoulder to the hip and moving forward in his search for the next.

The Force swelled around his position, the Darkside instantly gathering to his every whim at the expulsion of the first life taken, the energies siphoned from the living and drawn to Ahrimal in order to revitalize what energy had already been spent in the initiation of battle. The soldier's body hit the ground, lifeless and already paling as if the flesh had started to decay at a much more accelerated pace than was natural; Evidence of the Sith's consumption of the former beings lifeforce, energy wasted lest Ahrimal use it to his growing strength in battle.

Those nearby would detect the Sith's presence with ease, sensing the darkness and the malign intent as he continued to cut through one after another, creating pockets in what would have otherwise been the natural flow of the force, disrupted by the unnatural loss and devouring of life. Ahrimal fed upon the passing of life, taking it in as if eating the very soul of his victims, making their weakness his greater strength to be used against their friends and allies who had the gall to invade Odavessa.