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She had reached an impasse, it would seem. The elevator would not take her down without time-consuming tampering. Furthermore, she could sense the presence of her pursuers close in from behind.

She rolled her shoulders in expectation before turning her left side to face the two Jedi.

"Oh brother, what a wonderful reunion."

Zaudraka dipped behind her in a subtle shift of position, then came forward until it pointed down parallel to her legs. Kahlil might recognise it as one of the many ready positions in Panathan swordplay, but it would seem she had put her own spin on it.

"Is my niece here too? I would love to give her a present."

Behind her, the elevator lit up. With a "ding" the doors began to part for the Praetorians sent by Maliphant. Vornskr seized the opportunity to lunge. The blade snapped up like a serpent and thrust toward Kahlil's chest. As the blade thrust forward, she positioned herself with a swift step, placing her blade and Kahlil between herself and Valery.

 

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"I'm afraid she's not much of a fan of shrunken heads."

Vornskr charged, and Kahlil remained passive. It wasn't until the blade snapped forward that he moved. Small, controlled, letting Joycelyn's strength guide her blade as his own snapped to life to catch the edge. Sending it up, away. And as she shifted to keep him between Valery and her, he in turn shifted to keep the Sith between him and the pair of guards the Worm had sent their way.

"Can you handle our other guests, love? Dear big sis and I have some catching up to do." He hadn't looked away from Joycelyn even as he slipped back a step. Keeping his blade up, between them. Passive, yet ready to snap into motion. None of the turmoil from before was in him. Calm, collected. No longer afraid.

"Got bored of piracy, or did you come to live in father's shadow again?"

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


Athora had grown restless. She wanted nothing more than to wipe the Jedi's forces out of existence. Defense was her priority, unfortunately. She awaited the remaining starships of her superiority force to get into position. The 2nd Battle Squadron was at the ready and the 3rd was just getting into position. The light squadron had already begun to engage the 5 frigates moving into attack range.

Athora was ready to make her strike, even if the others were not.

"Have the 3rd move in to support the light squadron. The 2nd shall hold the line with me. Hold the fighters and bombers until I give the order. They'll remain on standby until then." Athora commanded.

"My Lady, Jedi forces have infiltrated the docks." a bridge officer reported.

Athora's only reply was a shrug. Her superiority force had managed to get spaceworthy just in time and moved into their positions as commanded by the former Lord Admiral.

"Incoming transmission from Lord Antilles, my Lady." a comms officer reported.

When it was established - he began to speak.
"Situation Report: Odavessa's Defense Fleet is operational with minimal damage. Enemy forces are attempting E-War, artillery barrages, and long range bomber runs on the Red Dragon. Mothballed ships are coming online slowly - ground incursions have held up instance response crews. Grand Adjudicator, should you wish I will allow you to take command - simply say the word."

He was irrevocably prepared to surrender command over to the Grand Adjudicator. Another Sith may scold him for allowing her to command, but she paid it no mind.

"My dear Antilles, command has always been mine. Now, defend Odavessa with your lives. To the last man."

The Chimaera II's and 2nd battle squadron began to open fire upon it's closet targets, that being the Nima II and it's complement frigates. The two main Star Destroyers fired upon the Nima II while the rest of the battle group engaged the frigates.

"Activate Shadow Fist. They could use the target practice." Athora commanded.

The message was sent to the dockyards which was then relayed to the elite Sith commando unit, Shadow Fist. At the Grand Adjudicator's command, the Shadow Fist began to move to counteract the Jedi's forces that have infiltrated the station. First, control had to be reestablished. That was a priority. Starships had begun to adrift dangerously. The Shadow Fist moved to secure control. Resistance on the way was terribly light. Enemy forces were expected in the control room.


At the forefront of the unit, as always, was Commander Karina Hylz. She approached the door to the control room and readied up while giving the signal to the other Shadow Fist.

"Stack up on the door. They could be waiting for us." Hylz ordered. As the Shadow Fist got into position, Hylz flipped through her various overlays, checking for potential enemies on the other side of the door with thermal and x-ray imaging. Only the bodies of the control room operators remained. However, a ping did come to her HUD.


"There are explosive devices in the room. No other threats. Move in and disable them swiftly."

The commandos breached the door, moving in swiftly with guns at the ready. Two stacked up on the opposite side of the room where another door resided while the rest worked on defusing the bombs. Karina accessed the computer systems and began undoing the chaos that the marines had caused. Time was truly of the essence, but the Shadow Fist were exceptional at working under pressure.



  • Athora's light squadron and 3rd Battle group begins engaging on Cabeccou squadron.
    • Point defense cannons light up in range starfighters.
    • The light sqaudron focuses fire on one frigate at a time while the 3rd battle group fires upon the entirety of the squadron.
  • The Chimaera II's battle group engages on the Nima II with support coming from the 2nd battle group.
    • The Chimaera II and Baras-class directly engages the Nima II while the rest engage the complement frigates.
  • Starfighters remain at the ready, awaiting Athora's orders.
  • Shadow Fist commandos begin working to counteract Ethereal Marines handiwork in the dockyards.


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

She was already on the move.

The moment Joycelyn Zambrano Joycelyn Zambrano initiated her attack, she knew Kahlil would stand his ground, and so she focused on the two guards she felt coming up the elevator. To let them join and off-balance the numbers wouldn't be clever, so she jumped over the two dueling siblings and tossed one of her two lightsabers with the Force, its tip forward so the moment the doors opened, her violet blade would be coming in fast, targeting the heart of one of the two guards.

She didn't intend to make this take long though — she couldn't miss out on the family reunion, and these guards weren't the real problem. To fight through Joycelynn and whoever else was coming for them, it would be best for the two Jedi Masters to stand together.

So after she had thrown her blade to hopefully kill the first of the two guards, she pulled it back to her hand and allowed the Force to rapidly rise within her. The Keshian's eyes focused and with all her might, she sent a wave of Force energy across the distance between her and the guards, hoping to not just knock them around, but take them out with great power. It was a more aggressive approach on her behalf, but with the ongoing ritual and powerful Sith around them, there was no time to waste.


"We bring her down together."

Valery called out as she turned and positioned herself to trap Joycelynn between her and her husband. Together, they were going to bring her down, and whoever else came to meet them.


 
Post: 2
Objective: 3 - An Antique Land

Darth Xyrah clutched his brother's hand tightly, solemnly nodding. "I agree. We were not prepared for this assault and the Jedi will be relentless. We are fortunate we had the foresight not to base our own assets here. Let us depart. Our masters will no doubt understand the logic.", he said, gesturing for a squad of SB-2s to follow them and provide escort to the fallback point. Battle had begun to erupt nearby, so he moved to provide he and his brother a distraction to cover their trail. "All droid units, engage the Jedi forces and do as much damage as you can to them before destruction. See to it we are provided sufficient cover to escape to the fallback zone."

As they weaved their way through the streets of the industrial district, he looked to his brother to reassure him. "Don't worry. We'll get out of here. I won't let those filthy Jedi separate us. We'll get back to Enarc and make our plans, fire up the foundries and prepare. If these Jedi want a new war, I intend to be ready.", he said solemnly. While still holding onto his brother's hand for guidance, he gently closed his eyes, reaching out through the force to their masters, Carnifex and Demiurge. "My lords. I've ordered my droids to buy us time. By my calculations I do not expect Odavessa can withstand this assault. We're heading to the fallback area to evacuate. If you can't reach us in time, rendezvous on Enarc with us."

Darth Haryx
Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex
 
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Location: The Pyramid
Engagement: Joycelyn Zambrano Joycelyn Zambrano // Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble // Valery Noble Valery Noble

The blade she threw was quick and suprising - but the security of the Emperor was not left to the simplistic. Behind terrifying masks, they took a singular step forward, igniting their blades while the first to be attacked batted it away without consideration. Then immediate follow up however was more effective. The one she threw the saber at clawed at the ground as maglocks activated in his boots to no avail - launching the other against the wall with a terrifying force.​
The first, fell to his knees as he held on - but when the blast subsided, it still took him a moment to stand. The other took longer - but their march was contininous. They closed the gap with varying speeds, the first bringing his blade down to draw her into a position for a kick from the other. The other brought a fist down, timing it to help insure the success of the other's saber strike for her leg.​
They worked as a dangerous dynamic focused solely on her - assured that the Empress-Apparent could handle her own fight.​

 

Njal The Black

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The blade struck Caltins with a satisfying thwack. It lit a flame of confidence and thrill in Njals stomach - forcing him into a hearty laugh that boomed. The joy of combat was all that mattered in life, and the death of a jedi was as satisfying a treat as he could hope for.

Balagoth would be pleased.

Yet as he prepared himself for the next flurry, Caltin charged. Njal lowered himself with a beaming smile, slid his axe ever so slightly in his grip to catch the Jedis strike - but missed. The instincts failed him in his brief jubilee - and the stabbing strike of a kick forced him to buckle. The hilt of his axe caught him, and his gaze shifted to watch Caltins next move.

He could feel the ache, the throb forming. He was trying to slow him, break the base of the tree that he was. He couldn't allow him too much space - he couldn't underestimate the Jedi again.

Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor
 
A Light Shining in Darkness
The combined efforts of the Sith were powerful, well coordinated, but only from a single perspective at a time. There was no mutual assistance but opportunitistic strikes meant to sacrifice everything at the benefit of taking Wyatts life - so he allowed them to fight. The pull of Alina was not resisted, but rather given freely.

Too freely.

It dragged Wyatt just out of Ophidias strike, allowing him to twist over them both in a cartwheel before he recovered. He immediately followed up with a devastating kick - moving to plant one boot on Alinas face as a push off point, building momentum for his other foot to slam perfectly into Ophidias chin. Even then, his lightsaber boomeranged through a nearby siths neck, then back to his hand - a clear example of how far the Grandmaster had come in his totality control over combat.

"One at a time, please.", he mused through a slight smile.

"Everyone can get an autograph, I'm sure."

Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru // Darth Ophidia Darth Ophidia // Darth Strosius Darth Strosius
 

Oran Khan

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The air was ripe with blood, saturated in the life giving ichor of man mixed indecipherably from the smoke of exhausted tibanna gas and fires. The planet burned, families cried out - but the zealots looked upon the carnage as a great reckoning. Beauty of war brought to their doorsteps. A gift from Typhojem to prove themselves.

Oran didn't see it that way, but he did love war. He soared through the air, landing on the shoulders of a Beskar clad mandalorian - crumpling him beneath the clawed vong biot around Orans feet. He grinned at the broken clump of flesh beneath him before stepping down, blade ignited. While the average man couldn't take on the Mando Commandos, Oran was a sith vong.

He could handle a bucket head or two.

He laughed as he batted away blaster shells, beamed as the rest slammed fruitlessly into his bio armor.

"Come one, come all!", he jeered.

Varik Awaud Varik Awaud
 
Faith is the heroism of the intellect.
“There’s nothing that cleanses your soul like getting the hell kicked out of you.” - Woody Hayes

Primary Objective

Vanagor could see the Viking’s visual reaction to his physical attack, and noticed the closing of the distance between them. Njal was not going to let him pull that again. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but it made sense, as the Jedi Master himself would do the same thing if he were in this position. In fact the “not as big as the other” guy was counting on it.

Getting to his feet after rolling through the kick, Caltin drew into an offensive (Ataru) stance. The massive Jedi Master did not rely on one form, as he knew them all (having been a former/long time Battlemaster of the old Order) but melded everything he had learned into “whatever worked at the time.” Bringing “Conservator” down in an overhead slash towards his left, Caltin knew that this would not yield any offensive results. Make no mistake, it was a true, directed slash which, left unchecked, could cut into the larger man’s(Still not used to that, but, what can you do, right?) right shoulder. However Vanagor knew that Njal would be able to block this and maybe even counter it.

That was the feint.

A strong low kick to the Viking’s other knee was his prize, a Charley Horse that would slow him down more. The only flaw to this was that Vanagor left himself open to physical attack to his own upper body.

… and he never realized it… well… until…


TAG: Allies - TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: Njal The Black, 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
 


Everything was proceeding as planned. The entire operation was being executed flawlessly. And not only that, but the Jedi Jaxon Thio was walking right into His clutches of his own volition. He'd been spotted by the forward scouts, and allowed to pass by unmolested. Many eyes were upon the Jedi Master as he passed by the Kainate forces, but none broke rank to stand in his path. They all followed their Dark Lord's commands to the letter, no a single thought of breaching His commandments crossing their mind.

The doors to the archive were left open for Master Thio, darkness creeping out as the light receded from view. The Dark Lord was near, that was evident, but it wasn't clear where He was exactly. A frigid wind swept through the black marble atrium, the Dark Side buzzing on the edge of Jaxon's perception. Shapes could be seen in the darkness, amorphous and unperceivable. Whenever he looked, the shapes shrank back in the darkness, only to reappear when his eyes looked elsewhere.

There was a large circular opening in the shelved corridors, and a feeling brought the young Jedi to a complete halt. From the writhing darkness, a single red eye pierced through the gloom. The body it was part of could not yet be seen, only darkness surrounding the unblinking orb. There was no doubt that it was the Dark Lord.

"So, you have come. Have you accepted the truth?"



 

Njal The Black

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His plan had become clear - and Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor had the right of it. He wouldn't let him do it again. The blade of azure justice struck down heavy and quick with prejudice - and it met the impervium catch just below the head of his axe. While all that was predicted, the Jedi was mistaken on his approach. Where he left his upper body open - Njal closed the distance before his leg could come up, allowing the jedi's blade to cut superficially into his trap in his rush forward.

Bearing down on the barely smaller man, Njal brought his knee up equally as hard as the Jedi brought his blade down - but his target was something far softer. With an impervium capped knee, he brought it up with the strength to lift a man directly at the Jedi's groin - hoping to drop him then and there. A dirty, vicious strike - but Njal wasn't a creature of technique and honor, he was war incarnate, primal in his every essence.

He fought on sheer instinct, and his instincts told him to go where it hurt.

As the two seperated again, however, he could feel his mistake. The blade he had allowed to bite into his shoulder had cut something deeper than he intended - a nerve going to his arm. It wasn't entirely gone - but it was slowed. His right arm was growing numb, and it was only a matter of time before it failed him completely.

He growled at the thought, and planted his feet.
 
Faith is the heroism of the intellect.
“Use only that which works, and take it from any place you can find it.” - Bruce Lee

Primary Objective

“Sometimes in order to throw a punch, you must eat one.”

His old Teras’ Kasi instructor taught him this, drilling it in his head repeatedly is more a true phrase when you think about it. The burly human took a lot of punches in his time, that was to be sure, but boy could he throw them. The knee to the groin indeed hurt like a banshee, but Vanagor was going to have to shake it off as he planted his own feet.

The fact that his own blade landed on the Viking’s shoulder surprised him, not out of technique, but because the massive Jedi Master was expecting it to be blocked. Pulling it, he regained his footing with a lower yet wider stance to increase his center of gravity. With that, Vanagor waited for the next move. This time he would be the one to counter, that was his true game anyway. That arm and shoulder? No, he did not turn a blind eye to them, they would be his focus soon enough.

At least that was how he wanted it to look.

TAG: Allies - TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: Njal The Black, TEAM DARKSIDE

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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
 
Objective: Pass the Blackblades
Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex Jax Thio Jax Thio Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis UX-0626 UX-0626

She waited off of the approach... there was well they were here. The Blackblades were not something they trifled with before and with advanced and experience she imagined they were far superior by now. The codes she had were ancient most likely... she doubted Kaine would leave them as something able to be used still. After all who accepted older codes as a means for passage without looking at who did it? She wasn't going to enagge them... no where near enough troops in her favor and even with the improvements to her armor and its walking armory she might be able to take a fifth of them with her if she went down... on a good day with surprise.

She debated using her faithful... the scarred and tattooed servant who was there... twisted fallenassi they had turned into servants of the darkside. SHe could turn the tide in a pinch but it would ruin the purpose and announce her before she was ready for it. No no... she needed something different.. she needed well a secondary entrance... or. A smile curled her lips while she was walking and moved swiftly for her size. SMaller then he might remember her but she had been thrown into a monolith and reformed... so smaller but more focused. If he could swap bodies she could get a new one and went towards the buildings looking for a specific set.

"Now lets see."
 

Darth Haryx

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Location:
Odavessa

Objective III: An Antique Land

Tag: Darth Xyrah Darth Xyrah

Darth Haryx was hardly surprised his brother, Xyrah, agreed with his logic. They were literally two halves of the same person, after all. Same mind, same memories, same logical way of thinking. They were only different in their emotional states and slightly in outward appearance.

"Alright. Come on, then. We should get going." Nyras said, hurriedly to his twin, as he led him by hand as quickly as he could drag him outside.

When the doors slid open the atmosphere changed instantly. The sky looked as if it were on fire while the city below literally was. Explosions shook the earth beneath their feet and blaster bolts flew through the air in every direction. Jedi invaders could be seen ever so often, locked in deadly lightsaber duels with the defending Sith. Many soldiers from both sides already lay dead all across the battlefield. If the twins were to look closely, they might notice the Sith had more lifeless corpses laying in the dirt than the Jedi did. They were losing. The Sith genocide had begun.

Saryn also seemed to notice the severity of the grave situation they were in, as he ordered some battle droids to accompany them through the streets of the city as they evacuated, while others were assigned to stir up strategic chaos all across the city, to cover their retreat offworld. The droids served their purpose well, blasting enemies before they had a chance to lock the Naberrie twins in their sights. It was a solid strategy. Haryx was impressed with his brother's intelligence, but of course, that same genius was one of many traits they shared. Sometimes he forgot that they were one person separated into two bodies and that Xyrah could plan as well as he could, because he was him.

As he began to notice encounters with the invading Light Siders were starting to grow more and more frequent Nyras forced himself to let go of Saryn's hand in hopes that if one of them got shot the other need not both die with them and their countless fallen countrymen, that already lay face down in the dirt, draining blood all around them. Nyras was still walking in front of Saryn, guarding his brother and making sure the sectors they entered were clear before they entered, even if it wasn't necessary with a small army of battle droids escorting them.

At some point, as they made their way through the Industrial District, Xyrah must've thought he had sensed fear in Haryx, as he attempted to comfort him.

"I know. I'm not afraid. I just want to make sure we both get off this planet alive as quickly as possible. We've got each other's backs, so I know no one can stop us. Besides the droids have kept all hostiles off of us so far. Still I can sense that we are slowing being surrounded, hunted and exterminated by these Jedi. Their presences are everywhere. Time is not on our side and we cannot do this for long. We need to hurry to the ships so we don't die here before we get a chance to enact said plans. This planet is quickly becoming a grave for all our brothers and I don't want to join them before we seize our shared destiny. The Sith Empire can still be rebuilt from the ashes if enough of us can leave this planet before our genocide is complete and I'd really like to see that.

The Jedi clearly do want a war with us and they already have it, on their terms. All of them, of every kind from all factions are here to hunt us until our 'Order of Evil' is finally purged from Galactic history forever. Now is not the time to invest everything in a fight with them while they hold the advantage over us. They must believe they have won, as they watch our people flee and or die. Then, when they finally feel safe and secure in the power of their imagined victory, then we will return, as we always do, with a proper army fit to grind them into dust for daring to attempt our extinction yet again. As if it's both their duty or their right to do so!

Jedi. Constantly going on about mercy, peace and understanding, unless the current situation involves Sith. Oh, they WILL bleed for it alright, but first we need to replenish our numbers... Then we will finally hear their screams of agony as we take our revenge on them and their precious, little cowards they protect. Then they'll be fleeing THEIR homes in fear of OUR wrath, as we remove all signs of the inferior, ineffective STAIN they call a Galactic government from OUR perfect universe of the strong.

They're a rival and an obstacle, but the Jedi cannot stand in the way of our final crusade to bring Sith civilization, culture and Imperial order to this chaotic, wartorn Galaxy. We will only have true, lasting peace when they've been hunted to their extinction!

As of now, however, we gotta book it the kriff out of here before we're decorating the pavement, like some morbid street art."
Haryx said, finally venting all his worries and frustrations, even though now probably wasn't the best time to slow down and do so, in an active warzone. This area, however, was clear of all hostiles for now and they were momentarily safe from danger, so it was of no real consequence.

Gently taking his beloved brother, Saryn's hand back into his own once again, Nyras continued moving forward at a quickened pace. When he looked back he saw his brother's eyes were closed, like he might have been meditating. Of course, being him, however, Haryx knew Xyrah was most likely sending a mental message to their twin masters, informing them of the current situation. Just as Saryn would have been finished communing with Carnifex and Demiurge, Nyras stopped abruptly in front of him. His body hugged the wall of a residence building. He carefully peeked around the corner and down the street and saw a surprisingly large number of joint Jedi forces heading to their current location.

Darth Haryx quickly snapped his head back towards his brother, flattering himself against the wall right before the enemy would have been able to spot him. He cursed, both in concern and frustration.

"Chit! That... is a lot of enemies. This is going to be extremely difficult and incredibly dangerous. We're going to have to use some serious caution."

Suddenly the look in Nyras' eyes became increasingly serious. He actually looked sad, which was odd, considering no one had ever seen or even knew he could feel that specific emotion, the way he was. Haryx gently placed his hand on Xyrah's cheek and turned his head to look him in his eyes for what he hoped wouldn't be the last time, as they entered battle together for the first time since being placed in their new identical strand cast bodies.

"Look at me, Xyrah... Saryn. We're going to have to fight. Be ready. This could get really ugly and really messy real fast. Be quick, be precise and most importantly... don't you dare die! I love you, brother." As Haryx finished his little pep talk a single tear ran down his pale face at the thought of how high the realistic possibility of losing his only twin brother and best friend forever today was or even how he'd feel if Xyrah lost him to the combined forces of the hated Jedi coalition they now faced.

He wouldn't allow either of those possibilities to manifest into reality. He couldn't bear it. Finally, Darth Haryx, keeping eye contact with his brother, stepped back into view of the approaching enemies. He nodded to Xyrah and wiped the tear away with his right hand. He got one last look at his brother before his facial expression transformed into burning hate, then he turned around to face whatever fate the Jedi invaders had planned for such a wicked Sith as him, at their hands and at the end of their lightsabers. Nyras hoped Saryn would follow directly after him to back him up, along with their smaller army battle droids they'd brought to help them fight their most ancient and hated enemy.
 
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In Umbris Potestas Est
Inanna Harth Inanna Harth

"Enough." Her assault on the Shi'ido's heart soon ended as she found herself responding to the mental assault of a pair of Inanna's servants - apparently she had gained friends since her leaving her former master's teaching. To keep those two irritants out of her mind was easy enough, and soon her focus was turned to the woman's lash of the lightwhip in her direction. Onrai's response was very much unexpected - she moved forward, into the whip and grasped its plasmatic length with her hands, a focus on the absorption of the heat and energy from the blade as she gave it a strong tug. Her attempt was to either force Inanna to move closer and be denied the reach of the lightwhip, or to disarm the weapon.

The actual arm dropped to the ground as she attempted her maneuver, both hands equally pulling back on the whip's lash.

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Chaussidier Chaussidier Liram Angellus Liram Angellus

The fleet battle continued to rage. Sith-Imperial warships began to show burn marks on their hulls as weapon fire began to wear through their shields. A Massassi corvette took a strike of multiple proton bombs to its engines and began to founder, rotating in place with its core maneuverability lost. The fleet battle was but a distraction as it were, for as the mechanical darktroopers fought back against the marines in the void of space, magnetic boots having allowed them to maintain stability as the rooms decompressed, their fleshy counterparts moved onwards. They had been designed by fine minds to be skilled soldiers and even now served their purpose well as a distraction.

Yes, the commander of the contingent said. They had managed to tap the command codes for the fleet from the main database. The codes were quickly transmitted to the Ablution, which then retransmitted them in a broad-spectrum transmission across the entirety of the battlefield. It would take time, but slowly but surely the ships in the docks would begin to power on and exit them. The command orders included in the transmission to the vessels through the docking yard's computer systems were for them to exit the battlefield, then jump to a point in deep space outside of the system. There Onrai's personnel would be able to salvage them.

Of course, first the ships had to all get back online.

 
Unfortunately for Onrai Onrai and her plans, the command for the retreat to the deep site was either unanswerable or ignored. Missing the critical command signature of the X-02 Super AI, or the direct command of Tithon Antilles Tithon Antilles , Darth Athora Darth Athora , or one of the Dark Council members, the ships would remain in their drydock or engage in previously declared conflict zones surrounding the planet.

Moreover, the vast majority of the ships were simply inoperable. Many incomplete, many more nearly entirely unmanned due to ground conflicts restricting access to their space elevators. The chances of stealing the ships without manning them entirely by her own fleets capacity, likely with a skeleton crew, would be null.

Though her efforts were quickly met with defensive platform volleys, point defense engagements from automated systems, and artillery barrage to soft points on her ships.
 

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S H I R A Y A - E X P A N S E
| En Route to Odavessa |

Tag: Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean | Worm Emperor & Co
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It was not her fight.

In all of the inconsequential, brittle, and relentless quarrels that befell the galaxy—She reminded herself with an immovable determination.

It was not her fight.
There was always a world on fire. There was always some great nation that capriciously felt like producing enormous fleets from thin air to decimate some poor unsuspecting system. There was always war. There was always death, destruction, and mayhem—For it was their nature. The true heart of sentient beings. To see a thing, to know, that something wondrous exists. To see it and think only of whom it might belong to if only they had the strength to take it. People were cruel at the core.

Her heart thrummed in the darkness of her chambers within the nebula Shiraya Expanse. The sudden thud, no, the sudden crash in her chest woke her from a sound sleep. She had not been called to Odavessa for several reasons. Although she found ease and supremacy in shadows, although, she was indeed Sith—the Dread Queen held very little respect for those who followed doctrine blindly. The silvery-eyed woman despised the bleating sheep such dogma created. Neither the Jedi nor the Sith were any better than the other. Some merely managed to paint themselves more carefully to make digestion for the masses more palatable.

Sith—With their need to dominate by any and all means necessary. Jedi—With their need to express the utmost morality in a galaxy that ultimately perpetuated in varying shades of grey.

Srina was a daughter of the moon. Echani. She did not choose to be Sith for the sake of some misguided religion. She chose it because her warrior heart always chose the better weapon. The sharpest tool.

The light wasn't it.

"Maliphant?"

The name, spoken almost reverently to the thoughtless air, received no response. That was an oddity. He always replied. No matter when, no matter how far. Always. The ghoulish thudding in her chest seemed to strengthen with each passing moment. It was strong enough that it felt as if her chest might crack from the pressure. An exceedingly educated guess that something was amiss had her slipping deftly out of bed and into wakefulness. She tried calling him. Tried with her own might. Through their ever-present bond.

Through the rings that they always wore.

She could not reach him.
Crystalline eyes narrowed when she slowly realized that her presence was being directly blocked. Every time she reached through the void her grasp on Maliphant would slip away. As if he was surrounded by some sort of shield, barrier, that seemed specifically designed to keep her from him. To render the power of their rings inert. Srina could feel a burst of anger that arrived in a crimson haze, taste the heat of it—But she could not touch him.

Maliphant could not hear her calling.

Methodical footsteps found the statue that bore one of her many armor pieces. It wasn't the most devastating in her arsenal but it was what she had at the ready. Every movement was precise. The loss of a chemise, replaced, with a body glove. The Wyvern's Shadow was made of deep black silk and neithweave with a menacing, scrawling, serpent creature glaring from the chest panel.

She pushed against the barrier while she readied herself for the inevitable.

It was not her fight. The plight of the Sith had never been her fight—And yet the needle had changed. The metric of what she would do when pressed by external forces had shifted. It took little more than a breath to ascertain the nature of the beast that blocked her from that which she called her own. Endlessly beautiful features twisted into something menacing and cold in the pale light of several moons.

He would deny her?

The Worm Emperor dared to deny her?

Her light-saber leaped from its cradle and attached itself to the base of her spine. One by one, her precious things moved from their moorings and the white witch settled into her ire with a familiar glacier edge. There was peace, in cold fury. Focus, to be found, with calculated destruction. Silver eyes slowly began to bleed with fire and gold while a dark latticework mottled the tender skin beneath her eyes. She drew power from the well and pushed against the metaphysical, force-ridden barrier, that kept her from appearing on Odavessa. Both Srina and her Master considered her an apprentice. It was a misnomer, a choice, by design.

She had ceased merely existing in that framework long, long ago.

When she threw her might at the Worm Emperor through the bridge the nightmare had unintentionally created to bar her path—It would hold sole, pointed, focus. She had always held back before the many-headed beast at the wish of her beloved but there was no need to hide. No need, to pretend. Her wrath would fall like frozen hellfire and her soundless words would reach the Worm Emperor with destined finality.

<<…You will let me pass…>>
It was not a question. Merely, a statement. All she needed was one moment. One break in the river of his unfathomable power and she would pull the thread before the window could close. The self-titled Emperor would acquiesce. It was only a matter of time and she was nothing, if not patient. Her presence would be a thunderstrike, a brand, and his bane.

<<…You will let me in…>>


Srina is not yet present in Odavessa, however, she is looking to rectify that. There's no love between her and Worm-Face and she doesn't take kindly to being blocked from Maliphant when it feels like something is amiss.

 
OZYMANDIAS

Objective 1: King of Kings

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Odavessa City
Tags: Aaran Tafo Aaran Tafo


The Jedi landed out of the smoke towards Argus. Reacting, the Juggernaut pushed himself away with the Force, the stolen blade scorching a line across his armour at the limit of its arc. As Aaran followed through on the swing, Argus reached out and flung debris from the explosion at the Jedi. From across the room, Anthysius rushed forward, blade ignited. He shot lightning again, both sides pummeling the Jedi with Force attacks.
 
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Location: Odavessa
Engagement: Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra
Objective 1

He found it fairly curious that the Sith were working so closely to watch each other's backs. The Jedi was idly curious as to if they realised how much that effort was weakening them in the long run. The Dark Side fed off ego after all, by its very nature, cooperation was difficult for it. Everyone vied for control, by accepting help you acknowledged, however briefly, that your own power was not enough, weakening it in the long run.

But he somehow doubted these two would be willing to take his advice.

As the debris flew at him, one hand lashed out, seizing the momentum of the incoming missiles and redirecting it ever so slightly, not attempting to halt or block it, merely nudge the trajectory to the side, all so that it was in the perfect position to intercept the lightning coming at him. Blocking just enough that the rest could be dodged.

He'd continue to work like this, so long as the pair were not in sync, so long as they kept pressuring him from both sides they risked hitting the other in the crossfire. So Aaran had to make sure that at least one of them was disabled.

So his flurry continued, his speed almost doubling as he invested more into this fight, blurring towards where Argus was landing, exploding into a flurry of deadly slashes, intent on cutting the Juggernaut down. Then he'd deal with their master.
 

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