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Phrikin' Hell

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Auuqlcom6tM&feature=youtu.be

Phrik, that was all the sad planet of Sekalus was good for. There was not much on this planet to speak of. Its economy had been ruthlessly ruined by the selfish queen who had spent money so frivolously to fulfil her desire for antiquities that were of no use to her people. The planet was in such a dire state of poverty it had been said that one could hear the cries of hunger and suffering before even venturing within the planet’s orbit. However, poverty and suffering made way for opportunity. The residents of the planets were severely weakened due to the poor state of the planet so plundering phrik from the mines would be easier than taking candy from a deaf mute baby. Although the Sith had a terrible reputation, they were still courteous guests who always arrived on a planet with one kind of gift or another. Usually, these gifts consisted of destruction and massacre but this time, they decided to bestow upon this pitiful planet something grander. Genocide and complete eradication of all livable habitat.

***​

Konrad stood on the bridge of the Immortal Class Dreadnought which was in the company of several Boneshatter-class Assault Frigates and Vanguard-class Heavy Cruisers and watched as the ships approached the target planet of Sekalus. Once the planet was within the fleet’s range of fire, and assault had been initiated under the sanction of the High General von Grimmelshausen of the One Sith Army.

The Daisya Infiltrator has been prepared for you High General.” A soldier informed the High General as he watched the bombardment of the planet unleashed by the One Sith fleet.

Good, prepare to release the dropships with the soldiers simultaneously as I depart on the Interceptor.” Konrad ordered the man and took his leave of the dreadnaught’s bridge to board the Infiltrator and make his entrance to the planet.

| [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Darth Ax'no"] | [member="Lyle Baelor"] | [member="Annaliese Zambrano"] |
 

Rapax

Guest
Rapax was fully geared and armed for this one ...despite that he was planning on draining this planet dry of phrik it doesn't matter. He brought his apprentice [member="Saki lin"] for this she needed the combat experience and this was the best place to do it. He was on one of the troop transports that made its way onto the planet it self and began securing the Drop zone for more soldiers to come before he decides to come after one of the veins that was near by. He will drain it dry before he leaves this world even if he has to burn every Croa who stood in his way.
 
Saki had a light armor on as she leaned against her forcepike as she got impatient as she grinned....she was ready for the fight as she looked over to her master with a face of ready and a big grin that would scare normal people as she felt the ship buckle on the atmosphere as she looked forward as they landed and jumped out before her master as she held the Pike as she looked around before nodding as she stood and placed the pikw to the ground"master it is secure for yiu"she said as she could feel the energy of the place as she waited and would follow him as she herself...was craving action....truly the dark side was awakening in her ...slowly... But it would soon bloom
[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]

[member="Darth Rapax"]
 
Aboard one of the drop-ships prepping for complete annihilation sat a hired gun. Put on the One Sith payroll, he didn't have many questions. The bargaining of credits over life was always a considerable form of compensation; however, this was not the only reason. Jevar relished the darker nature of the Force, practiced it and embraced it fully as a tool to use for personal gain. He walked a more wicked path in life, and he loved every moment of his job. Two Wester-35s were holstered at the rogue's hips, and slung over his shoulder was his modified and beloved EE-3. This would be a secret kept close to the Mandalorian's dark heart, another stepping stone towards his path to greater glory and wonders.

"You lads fancy yourselves slayers?" The twisted hunter grinned under his helmet. "What a time it is to be alive..."

Survival of the fittest.

[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
 

Neivon

Spirit of the Shadow Guard
Neivon looked over at [member="Jevar Xolius"], there was complete eagerness across his face. Neivon on the other hand was having his doubts. He didn't even know the call for action. He was simply being paid credits to make sure the planet would be at the mercy of the One Sith. Destruction, explosions: those kinds of things. His gripped on his lightsaber pike tightened. It was always risks. Becoming a Bounty Hunter meant risks. Risks risks risks risks risks. It was a word that danced eagerly on his tongue. He prepared himself for a battle this time. Energy shield, a modified C-300 blaster pistol, flamethrower, rocket pack, grappling hook, and the good ol' hover cams. Nothing was going to hide from him. At least, not the blasted cavalry. Civilians could live for all he cared. As long as they didn't mess with his objective. Insure the One Sith's hold on the planet. He frowned.

When was the bloodthirsty rage when you needed it?

[member="Jevar Xolius"] | [member="Saki lin"] | [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
 

Sanya Val Lerium

Neutral, Queen of Her people, Neko
Location: ilet dunes
Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"] Ξ [member="Aedan Miles"] Ξ [member="Suravi Teigra"]
Enemy's: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] Ξ [member="Darth Rapax"] Ξ [member="Saki lin"] Ξ [member="Neivon"]
Target: [member="Darth Rapax"]

Fleet (npc'd) -


Npc -
Maria
Sanya's equipment -


The sith where a long way from home. That was their first mistake. The second was they are messing with the wrong queen. The third was their life choices. Sensors scatted around the system alerted her of their presence. IFF codes didn't lie. Especially with this many ship plowing through. The landing point of the first drop ship came though not so long ago and the orders to drop a small force to deal with the threat was issued. Her wife [member="Camellia Swift"] would be in charge of ordering the force. Sanya was among that force as a spear head. *static* "Commander Val swift the fleet is in position. We have confirmed several drop ships have already made it past but the stations weapon systems are online to prevent landing till the force storm hits. Weather reports estimate that is in thirty minutes and should last several hours. So anything down there will be trapped for the time." The woman said. "Very well. I trust you will have everything handled. I'll contact you once the storm has passed and coms can reach up there." Sanya said in reply.

These people didn't know sekalus well. Major development has happened in heavy populated areas. Air defences, shield generators, turreted emplacements. Sekalus has been a target to few and that is what caused the defenses to be built up. Not only that but the world employed it's own defence, even if it wasn't always reliable the force storms that happen in the upper atmosphere is enough to ground ships.

Sanya moved forwards through the dunes and light was beginning to dim with clouds blocking out the light. The air seems cooler but it was still hot. "Cam how's thing your end youset up?" She asked. Luckily com's around the planet it's self would be uneffected by the incoming storm. "I've ridden out with the walkers close to the first location. So I'm putting them under your command. From all the reports it seems as the hostiles are all in this general location spread out. Most of the areas have no settlements except the one I'm moving to now." Sanya said informing her wife. "Make sure your safe okay. If you need to pull out don't wait for me. I can handle myself okay beautiful. I love you."

(fleet)

the alarms began to sound alerting everyone to battle stations. Things where going to get rough and Asuna knew it. "immortal dreadnought spotted captain and it's been escorted by 'several' frigates and cruises." the man said identifying the vessels best he could. "Thanks for the update. Prepare charging the duel mass driver cannon batteries. And order the attack fleet to work around the port side to take out the support vessel's. Make sure they coordinate their attacks and focus fire one at a time." She said in a whirlwind of words.

Asuna would watch the holo display that showed her 100,000m in all directions. Every ship was tagged appropriately thus making stratigical orders easy. "Once the attack fleet is up close make sure they deploy all squadrons." These ships had mostly been outfitted with the blade wings that queen swifts company had made. They where leathal to larg ships especially with the composite beams.

(ooc: I'll link the blade wings when they are launched)
 
Allies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Enemies: [member="Neivon"] [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Saki lin"]

Target: A shiny new ship.

Aedan Miles sat in the command throne of the Phoenix-class Star Destroyer the Gaan be Kyr'am its sister ship behind it as well as other ships that Aedan has purchased for the Brotherhood of the Crimson Lotus to use while working alongside the Republic. The small fleet blazed their way through hyperspace towards the planet Selkas showing up fashionably late as usual Aedan looked up as a report came in from the scout ship sent ahead. Smirking the young Pirate King licked his lips and pressed a button. Across the ship a very familiar song started to play bringing grins to the old crew members as they new ones looked around confused. It was the song of the Corsair Brotherhood it meant pirating was to be done. He looked on finally making a gesture the communications officer of his ship sending a single word message to the other ships the captains would understand the meaning behind the High Warlord's idea. As they exited hyperspace behind the Sith's forces Aedan smirked and held up a fist. "Lets go hunting boys and girls. Launch all fighters and keep their fighters of us. The Gaan be Kyr'am and the Darkness are to fire on the Immortal bring down its shields and then launch all boarding pods. All clone troops are to report to the boarding pods now with Romeo and Alkor I want that ship captured and some of the crew alive. The rest of the fleet are to remove the Immortal's escorts." Aedan watched calmly as the swarm of various fighters flew out of each ship flying in a loose circle around his forces while remaining clear of fire lines. All of a sudden with the bright burst of light he was used to the Shinigami's lit up space with their long range turbolasers pouring fire towards the massive ship that was the Immortal. At the same time the various other ships in Aedan's fleet split up and spread out in a pincer to attack the escorts.

Dragoon fleet:
Flagship one of the Shinigami
2x Shinigami-class Star Destroyers
3x Widow-class Frigates
1x Haran'ulik-class light frigate
1x Nimix-class Cruisers
4x Karakter-class Pocket carrier
3x Facade-class pocket carrier
5x Dire-class patrol ship
 
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Romeo Sin"]

Enemies: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Neivon"]

Target: Eliminate hostiles, retrieve package.

Equipment: One Lightsaber, Red Blade. Alkor Centaris, One Man Army.

Alkor sat calmly in the pod, surrounded by stifling metal and the vacuum of space beyond. It was one thing to pilot a starfighter on the abyss, in control of your destiny and capable of deciding the exact moment of your death. When you ceded that to any ally and hoped for the best, it tasted like bad ale. Alkor hated that taste. The turbulence of launch had not yet come, and he was stuck in the metallic prison until it was time to strike.

Stuck with Romeo of House Sin, a Vahla Dark Jedi Master versed in the art of Pyromancy. All things considered, there were worse allies to have at your back in an ODST drop. The Last Survivor of the Jen'jidai and Heir to House Plaga bided his time in relative silence, legs crossed in the lotus position. Both hands rested in his lap and his head was bowed, brow knit in concentration. The time to strike was near, and he would need to seep himself well in the darkness.

The initial protocols included waiting for the fun to begin, which meant when the sound of turbolaser fire picked up. So far, there was no sign of that. The message from their Fleet Commander blared through the PA and he could feel bodies flooding into nearby pods, tension thick in the air around them. "They are afraid to die," he murmured quietly as his head rose and his eyes flickered open.

"No. They expect death. They prepare for it." His gaze moved slowly to Romeo. "They are half right," he stated.

Today, men will die.
 
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

Enemies: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] @Neivon @Jevar Xolius [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Saki lin"]

Current Location: Gaan be Kyr'am

NPCs: Drakon Regiment

Equipment: Dark Jedi Robes Blackheart Shadow Luster

Objective: Prepare The Party Fun Bags

"Get that armor on, we shoot off any minute now men! Are those E-Webs ready, and mobile yet?! Count your ammo, make shots count! Where's the Shadow Company with our F-Webs?! Triple Zero get your butts in here!!" Romeo was barking commands left and right as those of the Drakon Regiment prepared for war. Troopers ran left, and right checking each other's armor seals, and ammo. The heavy guns were being placed in the bordering pods as he had commanded. Each of these men and women were loyalist to Romeo, King of Shadows, though no one knew he was taking back his throne. "Sir, all equipment is accounted for and field ready! Awaiting your orders m'lord."
This was one of the privates reporting in, still nervous, and fresh to the regime. He would have to get over those fears now, and fight like his life depended on it, cause it did. Romeo nodded at him, and saluted the man who then grinned and seemed a little less nervous now.
"We are going to be joined by Master Centaris, and Master Miles Cragmaloid Clone Troopers. Stay out of their way, watch their backs, and make sure we get prisoners! You understand me?!" Romeo checked in with Alkor. "Centaris, we are a go on our end. Death is not the end my friend."
 
Draco sat quietly in the Cantina of the little mining town in the poor quadrant of Sekalus. He wasn't there for any serious reason, just buying Phrik straight from the miners. It was cheaper this way, and the miners appreciated the straight cash in hand, off the books. This way they didn't need to report it and pay taxes, levies, exporting tariffs, or whatever else to the Crown, and being impoverished any extra penny they made, they appreciated.

Currently, he and his pilot were sitting in a booth, waiting to speak to the miners that were going to be excavating his order. Until then, he and his ally were sitting drinking. The Mandalorian across from the Alor was playing around on a datapad, looking at local news, galactic news, and playing some time based game, Clash of something or another. "Hey boss, things just heated up in the system."

"The Queen glassing a city or something? Declaring total war on the Galactic Alliance?" Draco's voice was dripping with sarcasm. He knew the queen somewhat, more by reputation. It was only a matter of time until someone turned this planet into a wasteland to get back at her. A few months ago, he would have been on the list of suspects when it happened.

"Nah, looks like the Republic's got a hefty fleet upstairs, and well, there is an Immortal and some escorts as well. Looks like the Immortal is outnumbered, four, maybe five to one." The Mandalorian was almost laughing.

"Well, I guess this is where the Defense fleet that was supposed to be assigned to Togoria got sent way out here to the farthest reaches of the Outer Rim. Cost them twenty something major systems to protect this one so heavily." Draco sighed, glancing at the chrono on his gauntlet. "Well, if the Sith do come to the surface it will be places like this they come for, unless they are on a mission of murder. Be ready to pack it in if we have to." The warrior patted his armor a couple of times and looked over his gear.

Might be an interesting day in the neighborhood.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b7CK6_Ugzrg

Allies: [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Saki lin"] | [member="Jevar Xolius"] | [member="Neivon"] |
Enemies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Romeo Sin"] |

Unknown: [member="Draco Vereen"]

The Sith Inquisitor who had been left in charge of the fleet by High General von Grimmelshausen watched from the bridge of the Immortal as its shields went down. With the knowledge that the Immortal was not a speedy ship and would have difficulty escaping, he gave these orders with a righteous fury and zealotry. “Ram the fleet into the Capitol city, we will cleanse the heretics with the holy fires of the Inquisition. It is better to die for the Grand Inquisitor than to live for ourselves!” With these orders, the fleet accelerated towards Sekalus’s Capitol city.

Konrad who had watched this scene unfold from afar saluted in the direction of the crash site and with the army of soldiers he had deployed to the planet on the shuttles, headed towards a small mining town, ready to raze in honour of the fallen men of the Sith Inquisition. If not for the phrik, the One Sith High General would not have bothered paying a visit to this planet where Force Storms constantly raged on its surface. However, despite the nuisance they were, Force Storms would not affects ships from entering and departing the planet.
 
Allies: [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Enemies [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Neivon"] [member="Jevar Xolius"] [member="Saki lin"] [member="Darth Rapax"]

Aedan blinks as he sees their action actually chuckling the young man stands and takes off his hat for a moment watching as the ship collides with the planet in utter silence. While they may be enemies it was never good to see men go down in such away bowing towards the direction of the crash Aedan turned and made his way towards the drop pod section. "All Forces new plan we are heading ground side to secure the mining town. Romeo can you let Alkor borrow some men from Drakon to secure the out laying cities in case anything happens." Aedan took a seat in a drop pod strapping in tightly as he leaned back half closing his eyes as he waited for the familiar impact which came shortly after the pods rocketing towards the ground until they hit atmosphere and their boosters activated. Feeling their drop slow Aedan opened his eyes and sighed preparing himself for what followed yet again he threw himself into the turmoil of war to search for his meaning in this galaxy.
 
"It will be for them."

He did not glance up to meet the eyes of [member="Romeo Sin"] as he spoke. Instead, his eyes shifted and became pure white as his senses overloaded. His body became saturated in the preternatural oblivion that surrounded them. His body jolted and shivered as the darkness seized it, a byproduct of allowing his mind to open for any amount of time. The pale flesh of the Corellian Jen'jidai seemed to grow impossibly white with each passing second, and his throat tensed as his lips parted and gasped for breath. For several moments, he thrashed as if out of his mind, then became perfectly still.

His jaw slacked, and his tongue lulled from his mouth as saliva mixed with blood drooled down his mouth. Alkor's neck and shoulders folded forward and for a moment, the sound of his breathing ceased.

*********************************
"The Price a man pays for sight- not with his eyes, but true sight is not small. You will encounter enemies you cannot see with your eyes. You will fight with all of your senses, and more. But first, you must learn to control such power."

He saw the hand vividly, no differently that he had the day it had clamped over his face. His vision blurred, then blackened. His breathing ceased. His body went still.

"Breathe." Plaga asked the impossible of him, yet Alkor fought to comply. He inhaled sharply, the effort stifled by the massive palm that cut off both his airways. He clawed at his throat in vain and his body involuntarily screamed into the soundless end that crept slowly toward him. "Breathe," the massive, dark beast that was his master commanded again, this time more harshly. The penalty for failure to follow through would be far worse than this.

And Alkor drew in a deep, cleansing breath.

The illusion shattered, scattered by the willpower of the Dark Jedi coupled with his sudden awareness. This was not real. This was a waking nightmare. He could sense it now, whereas only moments before the darkness crept through his mind like poison.

"And these," his Master cooed, "are your Force Senses. You will learn to master them, in time. Far more acutely than you ever believed possible."

*************************************
Alkor gasped for air once more as his mind wrested free of the memory, long buried beneath his mastery over himself. It was rare for the man to place enough stock in the Force to be his eyes, but he had the ability. The darkness offered a more clear perspective to those unafraid to peer into its depths. It clouded the vision of those who would not go to such lengths for knowledge. That was a stark contrast between Dark Jedi and Jedi. Fear to tread did not stay their hand.

His body relaxed, and warmth slowly returned. On the planet below, he recognized the force that dredged up bitter memories and sought to repel him. A storm of the Force, constant and ever raging wreathed the entire system in its relentless embrace. Such power offered both difficulty and possibility to their numbers. He felt life, but sparse and spread out. It was enough that if the Sith made the effort to cause collateral damage, the losses would be considerable.

If they were to honor their word to the Republic, they would have to prevent that.

As the light returned to his eyes, they burned a low violet color with the last vestiges of dark power. Color flowed back into his flesh and he wiped the bloody spit from his lips as he caught his breath. "We need to protect the people down there," he rasped at last, "but more than that, there's a storm of Force energy raging overhead. We need to stay on our guard. The Sith can play this to their advantage if we give them the opportunity."

While he was speaking, the pod clamped shut and jettisoned. They hurtled through space toward the planet below, and Alkor closed his eyes. "Identify enemies and rout their forces. Our top priority is to minimize Republic casualties. Nikias would want us to make a good first impression."

[member="Aedan Miles"]
 
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Neivon"] [member="Darth Rapax"][member="Jevar Xolius"] [member="Saki lin"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Gear: See Sig [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]This is no way for me to be treated. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Nik thought to himself as he dropped out of the vents on Aedan Miles ship. Dust covered his silver robes in large amounts[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] it was ridiculous how little they cleaned the vents. Nikias had snuck aboard the Shinigami-class vessels long ago when he had first heard of what was happening. Despite the protests of the other Dark Jedi he had still decided to come along though he had not publicly announced such a thing. Maybe it was because Nikias was the one who had brought them all together and had been the one to broadcast the speech summoning the wildlings of the galaxy bringing them together for a single goal. Or maybe it was because they did not think the Hellyni could defend himself. Either way it mattered little[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] he had been the one to bring this group of dang space emo's together and he would fight alongside them whether they liked it or not. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Shaking his head more dust fell from the white hair upon his head[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] he would definitely get somebody to clean the vents one of these days. Having the advantage of surprise Nikias stepped out of the supply room the door hissing shut behind him. Many of the crew ran to and fro about their jobs while others prepared to depart for the surface. None paid attention to the dark jedi walking in their midst even when Nikias stood out easily. It was only common they had probably seen so many dark jedi that it didn't matter to them anymore if they wandered the ship as they would still do as they pleased. Wonder what they'll do when they figure it out? Nikias thought to himself knowing that he could possibly face protests or many death threats from the other members of the Brotherhood. It would be worth it if he claimed a few Sith Lightsabers on this day. Oh how he had to pay them back for what one of their leaders had done. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Seeing the flash of familiar faces Nikias stopped backing around the corner while Alkor and Romeo boarded their drop pod. Then Nikias realized how foolish his attempts at hiding were. With a sigh he walked past their drop pod going to the far end and loading himself in. No one would be joining the Hellyni king in this pod. Door hissing shut Nikias rested his head on the wall as he departed the ship for the surface. [/SIZE]
 
Allies (not known to her or them yet): [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Saki lin"] | [member="Jevar Xolius"] | [member="Neivon"] |
Enemies (not known to her or them yet): [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Nikias"] |


Here, kitty kitty. Come out and play!” Annaliese called, her lightsabers drawn. “I am in want of your attention feral creatures. Do you not feel honoured?”

Zambrano,” her supervising Inquisitor uttered in an annoyed tone. “I must remind you that you are on duty right now so you must act the part.”

Oh shush you.” Annaliese placed her slender index finger against the man’s lips. “It's Lady Zambrano and your voice annoys me. If the Inquisition wanted me on my best behaviour, they should have sent my darling Reinhard, not some plebeian like you.”

The supervising Inquisitor sighed at his misfortune of being assigned to the Zambrano bastard. Although she had undergone the process of indoctrination personally at the hands of the Grand Inquisitor himself, much of her former personality still remained. She was merely mellowed down. He may have been the supervising Inquisitor, but he still followed her lead.

Finally!” Annaliese exclaimed happily. “There’s a small village of heretics over there! Let us grace them with our presence.” She continued happily in a singsong voice then summoned a bout of Force Speed and rushed towards the quaint village.
 
Known allies: [member="Darth Rapax"], Unknown allies: [member="Annaliese Zambrano"] [member="Saki lin"] [member="Jevar Xolius"] [member="Neivon"]

Enemies: [member="Nikias"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] (do either one of you want to duel?) and others

The One Sith may have been far from home, but Darth Ax’no lived, for the most part, in the Grand Temple on Iktotch, a planet nearer to the Outer Rim. But heading the call for a Phrik raid, among other interests the Sith would have regarding Selakus, the Caprine mystic journeyed south in The Spectre, her Scarab-Class Corvette, an swift and expedient ship, built for agility and speed, not necessarily for offensive operations. Using her natural precognitive ability, aided by the darkside of the Force, the Sith Inquisitor easily avoided the Force Storms which swirled around the planet, by calculated maneuvers programmed in advance.

Whether the Storms were manufactured or conjured, watching them from afar through her view-screen, Darth Ax’no wondered how they just didn’t rip the planet apart with their strength.

And given the rumors she heard about Selakus, the best thing anyone could do was to put it out of its misery.

But not before grabbing as much Phrik from the mines as possible in order to construct armor for herself and her beloved Balae warriors back on Iktotch. Touching down near the safety of the Sith dropships, Ax’no emerged from The Spectre, lightsaber in hand, ready to pillage, execute and defend her fellow One Sith. The horned Caprine was near to the village where Annaliese Zambrano was, though she did not know the fellow Inquisitor. However, some of her enemies today she knew quiet intimately and also indirectly. But adrenaline spiking, entering the heat of the battle, now, not even her precognition could make her aware of the familiar presence on the surface of Selakus. Her armaments were the same as what she'd worn on Togoria.

But by the grace of Ax’no, why did the whole planet smell like a giant litter box?!?
 
The rumble of destruction and earth splitting impact shook the ground, rattled the glasses, and knocked over things in the cantina followed by people shouting in the street, running, overall panic in the mining town. Through the Force, Draco felt the thousands upon thousands dead in an instant. With a fairly concerned look, Draco nodded to his compatriot and they made their way outside. The town wasn't exactly large, less than five hundred people lived or commuted to this particular mining village, but almost all of them were gathered outside, pointing, shouting, some crying, some just staring mouth open.

Draco and his pilot looked out and the trails of smoke and falling debris lined the sky, fire burning from small pieces in the sky. Smoke rose in a billowing black cloud from the city off in the distance, dust, fire, metal, flesh, and smoke scatter in all directions in the wake of the Sith ships crashing into capital city of Luss. "Did they get shot down?" Draco's voice was directed more towards his pilot, but not worried about being overheard.

"Yeah, they almost broke up during the descent." Someone answered nearby. Draco looked around. It didn't look like he was going to be able to ship out freshly mined ore today, given the circumstances. These people weren't going back to work.

"Well, you corner a wounded vornskr, it bites you till it dies." It was a poor sentiment, but true nonetheless. Box in a fleet commander from a fanatical, bloodthristy cult, expect them to die in a blaze of glory and bodies. "There has to be millions of wounded down there. The ash cloud alone is going to be a danger to the people in the general area that survived the crash." The Mandalorian closed his eyes, and listened through the Force, hearing the screams, groans, and cries of the wounded.

"Max, new plan. We will go steal Phrik from the warehouses in the city, move it back here to the ship. The relief efforts are going to be paramount to the City of Sekalus, I don't think the Queen cares much that a couple million of her subjects just got vaporized, but the common man will. They aren't going to sit and watch over some phrikite ore while there are possibly millions of wounded and dying in need of help." The Pilot nodded, and the pair moved to secure a transport, a big one like a Bantha Skiff to haul off their now ill gotten gains.

Draco wasn't the best man, but he couldn't steal from these folks. All they had was that phrikite ore, and if they lost any meant for the crown, it would likely come out of their backs in flesh and blood, if they weren't turned to Sithspawn. But taking directly from the Crown's warehouse. He could do that. Six taps of the HUD and his armor changed colors to bear the Death Watch colors, and with his PDA, no one would recognize his Force Presence.
 
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: PvE – Get phrik with a side of massacre.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The soldiers quickly encircled the small village and awaited the High General’s next order.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Kill the residents, pillage their homes, I do not care what you choose to do provided I get the phrik, you may do as you wish within reason.” Konrad ordered his men over the encrypted comlink channel for the unit.

Following the High General's order, the soldiers descended upon the village like a pack ravenous wolves brutalizing the inhabitants on sight. Those who died quickly – they were the lucky ones. Those who were unlucky were beaten or tortured to death by the soldiers who savoured the inhabitants’ every expression of pain.
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[SIZE=12pt]Konrad strolled around the streets satisfied, observing the chaos his men were inflicting upon the inhabitants until an annoying sight caught his eye. A group of soldiers were rounding up the women instead of butchering them.

Soldier, what do you think you are doing?’ Konrad inquired, approaching the group.

Capturing slaves for the One Sith.” One answered confidently.

The High General furrowed his brows upon hearing the soldier’s reply. “These vermin are not fit to serve as slaves for the One Sith.” He replied in a tone that his underlings recognized as one of great displeasure. “Either you kill the vermin or, I kill you like vermin.”
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Sanya Val Lerium

Neutral, Queen of Her people, Neko
Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"] Ξ [member="Aedan Miles"] Ξ [member="Suravi Teigra"]
Enemy's: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] Ξ [member="Darth Rapax"] Ξ [member="Saki lin"] Ξ [member="Neivon"] Ξ [member="Darth Ax'no"] Ξ [member="Annaliese Zambrano"] Ξ [member="Draco Vereen"]


Fleet (npc'd) -

The battle wasn't active long and reinforments had already arrived. "Fire the mass drivers at the supporting ships around the immortal. Make sure they don't break the line." Asuna ordered. "Captain the immortal it's charging it's engines and moving to the surface. A suicide attack. How pathetic could they be to attmpt such a feat. "Have all ships lock tractorbeams on the immortal. That blasted thing isn't going anywhere anytime soon. All vessles keep away from the front of the immortal. Continue to target supporting vessles."

"Captain all squadrons are ready to deploy." The man said. "Right have four squadrons deploy. Their targets are the shield generators then engines." "Yes captain." Asuna began to calculate the trajectory of the immortals flight path and it would have collieded with luss city. Unfortunately the force storm was now over the dunes but luss was still clear for now. "Spire come in. Evacuate the civilians to the lower levels. We believe the sith are attempting to destroy the city. Make sure all available units patrols the streets. Relay a message to commander Val Swift and ask for they authorization to use the vehicles ready at the factories."

(Ooc: prevented the immortal crashing into the city. I wasn't given the chance to react before people began to comment about it.)
 
Allies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] Ξ [member="Nikias"] Ξ [member="Alkor Centaris"] Ξ [member="Romeo Sin"] Ξ [member="Aedan Miles"] Ξ [member="Suravi Teigra"]
Enemy's:*[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] * Ξ [member="Draco Vereen"] Ξ [member="Darth Ax'no"] Ξ [member="Annaliese Zambrano"] Ξ [member="Neivon"] Ξ [member="Jevar Xolius"] Ξ [member="Saki lin"] Ξ [member="Darth Rapax"]
([member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"])
"Wind blowing left at forty two miles per hour. Target distance two hundred and thirteen kelomiters. Need to elivate and aim slightly to the right annnnnd..." Cynthia would slowly pull the trigger with a near silent sound leaving the barrel. Firing on a group of sith soldiers she hit her mark exploading the head of a soldier beating a woman. She laied down in the sand with her orange set of armor on and the rifle in front of her. She could only spot eight, wait now seven soldiers. There could be more but she had already identified the leader of the group. Its always the one who looked angery and shouting at everything because they forgot to put their panties on. Her speeder sat behind the mound she laid upon and it was left running.

She knew if the soldier's didn't recognize the threat Cynthia would make sure they regretted it. "Next target. Wind still at forty two miles per hour to the left. Target two hundred and seventeen meters. Elevate to the right." With a deep breath she'd slowly exhale and squeeze the trigger. This time she'd not hit the head but the shoulder of the solider with how the man fell and clutched his left shoulder.
 

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