Phrikin' Hell

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Get phrik and do Sithy things.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemie(s): [member="Cynthia Garon"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Konrad looked at the several fallen men hit by an unknown assailant and put away his lightsaber with a sigh. To just die that easily was pathetic. “Stop wasting precious time. Kill them all quickly.” He ordered. Within five minutes, all of the town’s inhabitants except one had been exterminated by the soldiers under the High General orders and a crate of phrik confiscated under the authority of the One Sith.

Once he ensured his men were out of the unknown assailant's line of fire, Konrad picked up the last living member of the village and turned to where he assumed was the direction of the shooter. “Why, are you not a pretty one?” he mused gently stroking her face. “Be a shame if your lovely visage was to be married by some horrible man would it not?” He continued with a devilish smirk as he plunged his fingers into the woman’s eye socket and gouged out her right eye. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Not so pretty anymore now are you?” The Sith Knight smirked at the woman admiring his handiwork. Although he was satisfied, he was not finished. Once again Konrad ignited his lightsaber and marred her face with its blade but this was not enough. He needed her to suffer more. With a swift movement of his arms, he had severed her legs with his lightsaber and a pained scream engulfed the area. “Pitiful.” He said before dragging the woman by her hair and into cover.[/SIZE]

 

[Neivon]

Neivon saw the destruction that was going on around the capital and the surrounding villages. He didn’t wait a moment sooner as he hoped down from the dropship, the fall wouldn’t have been pretty for someone who lacked a parachute or a jetpack. Luckily Neivon had one of those things. Using his jetpack to soften his fall, he rocketed onto the dirt below. He was a couple of kilometers away from the villages and capital. He entrusted that his Dashade abilities would keep any sensors from detecting him.

Pillaging and massacres. They weren’t Neivon’s thing, he always enjoyed following plans that would ensure the downfall of something. He took out his hovercams. He would find any prominent leaders of the enemy. Any weaknesses. This planet was built on mining phrik. There had to be reactors. Neivon would take the role of sabotage, massacre only slowed war, never stopping it. War? I guess it would be the name for this. They were taking down an entire planet. Neivon began setting up a control point. All he had to do now was wait until there would be heads for him to hunt.

Hunting was always a waiting game.

(OOC: Considering the amount of people now, I wont be mentioning anymore and simply be following the topic.)

 

[Akhilleus]

[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]Eyes closed Nikias paid no attention to his bumpy ride down to the surface. His thoughts were all on preparing himself for what was soon to come. A fight against the sith[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] one with an entire planet hanging in the balance. This would indeed be the Brotherhoods first time all working together against the Sith[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] it was time to show the Sith just why they should fear them. Innocents were down on the planet losing their lives for no other reason than the Sith wanting to raid their planet and fill their base desires. Disgusting... Nikias thought as the drop pod shook from atmospheric entry. The temperature inside began to increase the faster and faster that the pod went till it felt ten degrees hotter. Nikias himself wasn't opposed to retrieving phrik from the world but not like this[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] not the way the Sith were doing it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The small Drop pod shook even more the frame beginning to rattle as it got itself caught in a wild force storm. Nikias could feel the energy swirling around him trying to tear the drop pod asunder and just as fast as it had come it was gone the vessel passing through it. There had been a slight bit of worry about the ship being destroyed in the storm but Nikias had made it through. If his sensing abilities weren't near zero Nikias would've been able to feel the terror of the people on the planet along with the familiar presence. One that he knew all too well and better than most others. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]There was a loud boom as the drop pod met the ground kicking dirt high into the air. Jerking forward in his harness Nikias felt it dig into his chest from the speed at which the shuttle had come to a stop. Its time. Golden eyes opening Nikias made his exit. He had landed not too far away from a small village. However[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] the sight of something caused the dark jedi to stop. That cerulean hair[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] the horns upon her head. The body that one could never forget... "Briga." Nikias whispered his emotions going through a wide range at the mere thought that she was involved in this. Due to his mental immunity she would not be able to sense his emotions but Nikias made his way to the village to cut her off. [/SIZE]

 

[Rapax]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCFfREkDc3o[/media]


[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Drain the phrik mine dry[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemie(s): [member="Sanya Val Swift"][/SIZE]
Allies: [member="Saki lin"]

Rapax kept a few of his soldiers that where on the transports that landed to protect the zone for more transports. Whilst he and the rest of his soldiers along with [member="Saki lin"] continued there push any Croa who are in his way he cut down and burned there corpses he left a shoot to kill order for any croa they see. They are abominations that don't deserve life and will be treated as such, He had one goal in mind and it wasn't far from him and that was the vein of Phrik and he intended to take it no matter what or who he has to go through to do it. This was a long time coming and served as Judgement for him for what happened in the past. These abominations deserved to burn in the fire no other fate was set for them and he will be the reaper that sends there souls to the pits of the damned to suffer for all time. For he may be destined for the same fate someday it doesn't matter for he shall take pride in sending as many as he can to the afterlife with him.

 

[Saki lin]

Objective-follow her master!
Enemy's?- ALL WHO ATTACK
Whole the soldiers moved up passed [member="Darth Rapax"] and her she stated by her master to guard him as any croa that even got close was stabbed and killed in the worst way ever....by being shock with enough Volta to put a wookie gone and convulsing until they finally lay limp or was shot by a troop.

And with each kill...she started grinning... And grinning... She was awakening something deep inside..the dark side that was within her now was being freed and allowing her to enjoy this blood lust..and she kept on going right by her master...soon a Croa jumped at them to which she batted it don't before she started stomping in its chest hearing the cracking of bones with each stomp, blood rised up its mouth before she gave a final stomp and left it to die...actually she was sure it was already dead

[member="Nikias"] [member="Neivon"] [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: Phrik and dealing with heretics

"Hello, lovely people of this pitiful village, I, Annaliese Zambrano, have come for your phrik. Do as I command and you just might survive." the Sith acolyte called, announcing her arrival to the villagers.

"Zambrano... Zambrano...." One of the inhabitants of the village muttered to himself. "Ah, you're not a bastard of Kain Zambrano are you?"

"That is correct!" Annaliese smiled sliding a pair of lightsabers from her belt and ignited them. "Now, bring me the phrik peasants." She ordered.

“Aside from your lineage, is there another reason as to why we would obey to you? You may have your fancy weapons but you are merely a pup and we outnumber the two of you by far.” Another piped up.

Instead of offending the Zambrano bastard, those words only made her chuckle. “So you wish that I prove myself first?” She asked with a devilish smile and turned to her accompanying Inquisitor. “Stand back old man. It seems I will have to teach these peasants to fear and respect the Zambrano name.” With that, Annaliese charged forward with a burst of Force Speed and begun her attack on the villagers, careful not to kill them – that would be the main course after all.

 

[Jevar Xolius]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFWoIyqSjlA&index=3&list=FLuap6D97Ak_a2qDeGaVJe_Q​

Casually stepping onto the battlefield, Jevar witnessed firsthand the brutality and ruthlessness of the One Sith. Without a moment more of hesitation, the hunter drew both his Westar-35s and began charging into the fray of war, squeezing each trigger back-to-back as bolts struck true and felled any foe that stood in the hired gun's wake. Five of them down already without breaking a sweat, the populace of this world was truly pathetic and not worth any consideration, which made this purge all the more necessary and logical.

Being bum rushed by a couple of the starved weaklings, Jevar dodged to his right and rolled around to their backside, doing a sweep kick to knock them off balance. The cruel Mandalorian blasted both of them in the face without hesitation, turning around and seeking more thrills and easy prey. A vulture in the wilds with easy pickings.

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Now faced with a multitude of physical obstacles, Jevar was obligated to become more blood-drunk. The hunter checked his surroundings and noticed an abundance of debris consisting of concrete and metal. A time to try out a new trick...

Reaching out, Jevar focused on the Force and lifted a significantly sized piece of scrap, casting it into the direction of the enraged fodder. The metallic piece in question managed to cut through a couple of them, one decapitated and the other mangled and broken. The others were starting to run, but to no avail. Watching the disgusting wastes of life run, Jevar extended his forearm and took careful aim with one of his pistols and nailed one of them in the back of the head.

Silent and enthralled, the hunter carried on. A predator of the battlefield.

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

 

[Jorus Merrill]

ENEMIES: The One Sith
OBJECTIVE: Let's see how well you dogpile

"Dad, what're you doing on Sekalus?"

"Well, I was trying to make some inquiries of our next-door neighbours. But now?" He came to a pause on a ridge that overlooked a village. "Now, maybe not so much." He'd caught a hint of susurrating screams before; now, without the ridge to attenuate the sound, he had a better picture of the damage the One Sith were wreaking. Butchery and pain for their own sake. A show of force and force projection, forty thousand light-years away from their nearest territory. Naturally, they were after the phrik; nothing else made sense.

He wasn't exactly dressed for this; just his old brown uniform. His belt held a lightsabre and a Morp Gun, the kind of wide-angle stun weapon he'd always favored. This one was a knockoff of his original cut-down Czerka HeadBanger (but then, most of them were). And he had his comm headset, of course, linked to his distant ship and thence offworld to his daughter.

"Looks like a One Sith raiding force," he said, voice tight. He headed down the ridge, igniting his blue lightsabre for attention. "They're beating, torturing, and killing the local civilians. It's all mingled up -- air strikes aren't an option. Going to have to draw them out."

"Got any backup?"

"The ship, but it's a ways off; that's where the air strike issue comes in. I'm by myself."

"There a chance you've learned any actual Force abilities since the last time we talked?"

"Not so much. Wish me luck."

"Force be with you, Dad."

He fished a little disc, a voice amplifier, out of his utility belt, and raised it to his lips. "This is General Jorus Merrill speaking to the Sith forces in the village. Surrender. This is your only warning."

[member="Annaliese Zambrano"] [member="Saki lin"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Nikias"] [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Objective: Help Jorus
Enemies [member="Annaliese Zambrano"] and whoever wants to show up
Allies [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Aedan Miles sat in a drop pod plummeting down towards one of the outlaying villages the rest of his force known as Red Fang scattering to other villages to provide protection. With a resounding impact the drop pod and three others touched down outside of the village and the doors exploded off of them a squad of Red Fang and Aedan Miles stepping out. Looking around Aedan calmly strode into the village smiling calmingly at the villagers as he looked around. Noticing Jorus Aedan offered the man a polite nod before moving to lean against a wall gesturing that he could have first attempt sense he had been here first. Aedan would merely sit to the side and watch for now if another opponent wandered up he would gladly take them on but until then.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Objectives: Protect Populace, Repel Invading Force
Allies: [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Nikias"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: Immediate: [member="Annaliese Zambrano"] | Close by: [member="Darth Ax'no"]


A wicked hydraulic hiss and the thunk! of a pod indenting itself into the small street were relatively quiet amidst the chaos that surrounded their arrival. Several other pods already opened, and Aedan's Shock Troops filtered into the streets with the command to suppress enemy advance and secure the village. "Capture the enemy alive if possible," Alkor spoke into his comm device, routed to the helmets of all the men Romeo committed to his charge, "I doubt they'll offer much in an interrogation, but the Republic will certainly pay for them."

The force split into four separate groups in each direction, and began to both assist with the evacuation measures of the small village and offer suppressing fire as needed. Only one contingent met with any real resistance, and they were the ones reinforcing Alkor and Romeo. The pod that the two Dark Jedi sat in creaked slowly open, and Alkor wasted no time in stepping out into the vilage. He could feel the shift of the storm overhead, as well as the chaos that swallowed the immediate area whole.

His arms disappeared into his sleeves as he stepped over several bodies, his expression a grim mask. There were two Sith immediately ahead of them that he could see, already embroiled in conflict with locals. One of them- a young girl, and arrogant- seemed to be commanding the other to fall back while she stole all the limelight for herself.

Sith were such banal creatures.

The loud report of several blasters sounded behind his back, and the troops began to seize and hold key points in the village. Romeo could have his turrets installed and reinforce the effort in short order. Alkor's own attentions were locked on the woman ahead of him. A Jedi might have wasted the words to tell her to stand down, or demanded that she relinquish her weapons.

The sound of a lightsaber ignition was all Alkor gave her.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

A mocking laughter echoed through the air, and from a gaping wound inflicted on the side of a nearby building did Darth Vornskr emerge from the darkness flanked by two Blackblade Guardsmen. He had not made his presence on the world known until now, taking precautions to completely mask his presence in the Force with a special amulet crafted by his own hand and that of [member="Rave Merrill"]'s. Although he probably didn't even need the amulet on this shrouded world, everything else was clouded by the Force Storm that radiated from the planet's core and masked everything in the Dark Side of the Force, but he didn't get this far in the galaxy by guessing and assuming.

"We didn't expect to find you here, General Merrill." he drew out the syllables in Jorus' title and surname, as if mocking that such two things could ever be put together in that order. He took a step forward, and with a flourish of his right hand he summoned forth his lightsaber to his palm and activated the crimson blade to slice through the dust-choked air in a confrontational gesture. "But you couldn't have been called here because of us, you're woefully ill-prepared... But perhaps this is a perfect opportunity to finish what we started on Fondor, wouldn't you think?" He gave the traditional Form II salute, holding the saber up in one hand with the blade brought up vertically in front of Vornskr's face, and then he swung in down with a simple flourish and held the blade at his side.

"What do you say?"

[member="Jorus Merrill"]​

 

[Jorus Merrill]

LOCATION: Edge of a village
OBJECTIVE: Prevail and survive, in that order of priority
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Vornskr"] (immediate), [member="Annaliese Zambrano"], [member="Saki lin"], [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
ALLIES: [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Nikias"]

Drop pods rained out of heaven, and from them emerged...Aedan fething Miles, for one. They didn't always see eye to eye, but Miles hated the Sith, and that probably made him an ally. Same went for the rest of his people, including an emo-looking fellow who exuded purposeful lethality. As Jorus approached the village, though, he couldn't spare as much focus for those who might be on his side.

Because a large masked man had just stepped out to meet him, flanked by two soldiers in the legendary armour of the Blackblade Guard. Even before the Fondor reference confirmed his suspicion, Jorus knew he was about to go up against Darth Vornskr. Kaine Zambrano, once Emperor of the Sith Empire, centrepiece in every One Sith invasion since the fall of Coruscant. A man who'd fought Grandmasters and prevailed. And, intel reports whispered, the only halfway respectable Sith left in the Core.

Sabre in the right hand, stungun in the other, Jorus rolled his neck. "I seem to recall nutting you on Fondor with a shotgun stock. If you really want to finish the job...well, I guess even you might get tired of illegitimate heirs popping up. Since you ask so nicely: yes, I will castrate you."

 

[Aedan Miles]

Objective: Do things safely
Enemies; [member="Darth Vornskr"] @Annalise Zambrano
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Nikias"]

Aedan leaned against the wall and snorted loud enough for Vornskr to hear shrugging he turned and leap using the force to assist his leap as he landed on the roof and started directing his troops throughout the city allowing his allies to focus on their fights. He called over his shoulder between orders absently. "Hey Merrill if you need a hand just let me know. I am just up here saving villagers and call." Aedan reached out with the force plucking a blaster rifle from the hands of a Sith soldier preparing to shoot at civilians as he directed his troops towards where they were at. His violet eyes gazed over the village and he called down some drop ships to shuttle the villagers to somewhere they could set up a refugee camp for now. Overhead amidst the Force Storm raged another storm this one of metal and lasers as his fighters combated those of the OS.

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

"Sir, the Admiral has decided to have the Immortal go and strike the capital city."

"Have the fleet move back into another system that is not controlled by the Underground, SSC, Galactic Alliance, and soon. While preparing to jump to hyperspace, maintain defensive formation, full power to the shields, and engines." the Admiral stated. As the Immortal had been ordered to go to Sekalus's capital 'city', the Commander of the small fleet that had come here had ordered for a jump in hyperspace coordinates to occur. It would be easy to travel via hyperspace, since there were no gravity well projectors to stop the fleet, as well as they were far from Selkath's gravity well, or the moon's gravity wells either.


"Yes sir." The Libita then began to fire mass drivers at the supporting ships around the immortal. The shields would protect them, thanks to their power boost. "Sir, we are ready to jump to hyperspace."

"Excellent; jump in 3...2...1"

The fleet would then jump to hyperspace, the orders that had been set to prepare to jump to hyperspace occurring before the squadrons came out(since the orders had been given as the Immortal was in the beginning stages of going underground).

(Establishing the precedent for the OS fleet living).

The Immortal would crash into the Sekalus' capital, the force storms not affecting it. The fact that it had just decided to come down meant that evacuating all the people that lived in the capital, or even some of them would be most likely impossible, unless they were all Sith Lords that could teleport if they needed to. Even then, the Immortal was now in Sekalus' gravity well, and the ship would meet the surface due to the gravitational forces of Sekalus.

R.I.P the people of Luss.

While the Immortal continued to fly toward Luss, four units, all under Krayzen Dratos' leadership emerged close to Annaelise Zambrano, as well as those close to her.

"Be aware of troops nearby." the One Sith General stated.

The battle of Sekalus had began.

(OOC: I will post gear stuff later).

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Allies: Alkor Centaris [member="Aedan Miles"]

Enemies: [member="Annaliese Zambrano"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

Objective: Capture the Younger Zambrano

Equipment: Refer to First Postf

Boarding pods used as Drop Pods, Romeo thought this was a bad idea, but it was too late. The pod shot out of the ship and slammed itself towards the planet. "AEDAN I HATE YOU!!" He yelled into the comm chatter. He had ot signed up for this kind of excitement. Still, all around him the Force Storms struck the pod, expressing the darkness within them. Romeo was already beginning to feed on this aura of darkness they caused. Checking the coordinates, it appeared the pod was going to land towards a phrik mine. Great. He wanted some, it would make a great reward for removing the Sith from the planet. He would just....help himself to some of it.

When it landed with a loud thump, and boom, the door popped open, only to show Romeo a view of a woman going after someone of no real power. A Zambrano, as she felt the need to yell out. Oh, sweeeeeet days are coming. He smirked a twisted smile under the mask. This was his new objective, he made it himself. Capture the Zambrano, use her for bartering with Kaine later in time.

Her speed was quick, real quick. "Zambrano dog! Face someone who has real power, and learn you know nothing about the darkside!"

 

[Ax'no]

Dueling: [member="Nikias"]

She felt him before she saw him. I’d know that Force signature anywhere, thought the Priestess. Although she knew she would not be able to surprise him telepathically, nor control his mind as he was immune to mentalism, a trait of his race, the Hellyni. Darth Ax’no could not tell what he was thinking or even feeling, but she’d been intimate with the white-haired warrior once, and he couldn’t hide or cloak his aura from her. Thoughts shifting from the execution of innocents to this interesting turn of events, Ax’no moved towards the vicinity where she thought Nikias would be. She placed her Infantry Armor MK helmet atop her head (she’d had it custom designed to fit her horns), the blue hair now hid under a white Stormtrooper mask with a set of black horns protruding from it.

Snap. Hiss. Buzz. Her crimson blade ignited.

The Caprine didn’t need to know that Nikias wasn’t on her side in this encounter, but still, she fondly remembered her day and night with him on Iktotch as he sought insight into his future and ended up in Ax’no’s private quarters instead. They had a loose alliance, one sealed by the heat of their bodies as she hadn’t committed any warriors yet to the King of Makrosia, nor visited Hellyni as she’d planned to do in the coming days. He, in turn, had not the opportunity to provide the counsel she sought as soon-to-be ruler of her own people.

Therefore she was hoping that they may talk a little, as rational allies, before attacking like animals. Truth be told, she’d much rather they spar in the bedroom with him than on the battlefield like this, but she knew, with a mixture of anticipation and disappointment that once the first blow was landed, there would be no turning back and their alliance would be shattered like clari-crystalline. At the whisper of her given name, she’d shout, “The King of Makrosia! What a pleasant surprise.” It was the same voice she used when she gave sermons, a loud bell-like alto that rang out through the village.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"And I seem to recall leaving you battered, bruised, and unable to walk right after that little potshot." was his retort, following by the Sith Lord slowly stalking about like a predator sizing up its prey and waiting for the opportune moment to strike. The battle continued to rage around them as the two combatants sized each other up, "And I have done nothing but grow ever stronger since Fondor, and neither you nor these boisterous curs will be able to stop what is to come." And for but a moment all sound seemed to cease as the Sith Lord stopped his slow stalk around the perimeter and squared himself in preparation for the fight ahead.

His muscles coiled, tight and ready to explode with a burst of activity at any given member, while his eyes narrowed and absorbed in their surroundings to look for any possible danger or boon. Luckily the others that were nearby had found themselves preoccupied with other battles, thus allowing both Jorus and Vornskr to fight unperturbed for now. And thus after only a millisecond of pause and silence, the Sith Lord sprung forth like a viper to soar through the air towards Jorus. His lightsaber was raised high during the moment he leaped, but during his rise and fall through the air it had begun to swing down with tremendous force aimed to split the smaller man from shoulder to hip.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]​

 

[Neivon]

Neivon looked at the video feeds he was receiving with satisfaction. It seemed the Majority of the forces were focusing on that one village. Plenty of time for him to get inside the mining facilities and blow up their reactor cores. He doubted his hovercams found them all, but all he really needed to do enough damage to the point of the planet becoming less valuable for the enemy to keep. The enemy seemed to be laying so much weakness and opportunities here. Neivon packed up his station. He looked through his pack to make sure he had his explosive charges and remote was. It was time to really leave a mark on the planet. Even if he was missing action, he hoped he could be making extra credits for any feats.

Neivon started heading west to the nearest mine, as suspected, it was empty. He just needed to find the core of the mining facility where the reactor was. Set up a charge and got out the mine. Neivon would blow up each mine one by one. He couldn't afford to do it all at once. Sure it left more of a mark, but this wouldn't give the enemy a chance to stop it. He ran out of the mine, surprised to find himself being head-on with a force storm. He didn't give it the chance to catch up with him. Using his Jetpack, he projected his way far from the force storm. Once he felt he was a safe distance from both the mine and storm, he took out his remote switch, pressing the button.

 

[Jevar Xolius]

"OYA!"​

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The roar of battle that resonated through the ages of all Mandalorians, a bond that made every one of them resilient. This was an very unbecoming battle for Jevar, seeing how most of the Sith and now even Jedi have the limelight. The numerous dead were more than the Jedi could potentially save, their worth on this planet was trivial. The darkness coursed through the veins of the hunter, feeding and mingling with relativity among his twisted associates. Bolt after bolt was expended with a prejudice, alternating fire from each pistol while watching the feeble slump over like sacks of hole-riddled scorched meat.

"Man... I love these things."​

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Twirling each pistol with such a flair, Jevar managed to find himself at a cease of violence it was eerie, really. Corpses littered the grounds, unwavering against the goings on of the feud between mentalities. Their eyes glazed over, frozen stares piercing the skies like daggers with an eternal melancholy. This planet was truly a victim of atrocity.

But Jevar didn't care.

Money talked.

Seeing one of the starved denizens of the realm crawling about seeking help, Jevar walked ahead of it and placed his boot on its head.

"...D'aw...a pity..."​

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A dark blue flash ignited from the barrel of Jevar's handgun, another dog put down.​

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[member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Neivon"] | [member="Darth Ax'no"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] |

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Allies: [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Saki lin"] | [member="Jevar Xolius"] | [member="Neivon"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] |
Enemies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] |
Unknown: [member="Draco Vereen"]
@Anyone else I may have missed.

The Inquisitor in command of the fleet (an Immortal Class Dreadnought with several Boneshatter-class Assault Frigates and Vanguard-class Heavy Cruisers ) felt the it slow in its' descent. "Why is the ship slowing he barked at the crew?" He barked at the crew annoyed.

"They must be using a tractorbeam to slow our descent or something. But no matter, the Boneshatters and Vanguards have positioned themselves between the Immortal and the tractor beams." Was the reply.

"Hmmm? A tractorbeam? No matter, continue forward. We are merely being slowed that is all. Also, send someone down to the reactor and have it overload it a bit before we collide with the city and give the same orders to the rest of the fleet."

"Yes, Inquisitor!" With that, a small group had been sent down to the sabotaged the reactor.

The inquisitor, a brave but crazy man, watched from the bridge as the ship closed in on the Capitol. Once it was about to collide with the city, the fleet would explode in a blaze of glory destroying anything and everything near by leaving behind a only crater as evidence of what had transpired.