Phrikin' Hell

[Eugen Aker]

Suravi's datapad clattered to the desk as she experienced small tremors from her mind being racked by a terrible disturbance in the Force. Shortly thereafter, her holo-console was lighting up with calls from both the President Blake, and her office. She put Blake on the line first. On display, she found him in the situation room, staff members and military brass moving behind in and out of the feed.

​"Carlisle, what the hell is going on?" The former Jedi didn't even try to feign ignorance at the moment, cutting straight to the chase. If pressed, she'd just explain she had been notified beforehand by her own sources.

​"In the Rusya system, a One Sith fleet was engaging the Sekallians and Republic forces in the area," he explained.

​"Was? What's the current situation?"

​President Blake let out a heavy sigh and rubbed the back of his head as he tried to find the words.

​"The One Sith just rammed their entire fleet into Luss, their capital. The extent of casualties is unknown, but the city itself is home to the bulk of the population. Several billion."

​Suravi had to look away from the screen, reeling with disgust. Now she understood the source of the disturbance. It was the dark echoes created agony of millions, amplified by the power of the massive nexus that was the planet itself. In this long war with the One Sith, she had become witness to a level of barbarism not seen by her since the dark ages. Yet again, the Sith had provided a fresh reminder of why they needed to be wiped off the face of existence.

​She took a moment to compose herself before speaking once more. While she was ready to go on a tear, now was not the time to lose her bearing.

​"I know we contributed personnel to the training mission there." Mostly Yinchorri Dragoons and droids, as their natural resistance to telepathy allowed them to operate away from safe zones without an noticeable effects on their deposition. Any other people had been sent there had to have a basic level of proficiency at Teras Kasi, a martial art that had become a mandatory element of Kiribian military curriculum with the explosion of Force Users on the battlefield. "What's the status of our air base."

​"There's one bit of good news," he replied. "Mishkawa is far from the epicenter of the collisions. The worst they got was a bad light show of suicidal Sith. There were some casualties among personnel deeper within the city, but our losses were minimal. Our escort group remains unscathed in high orbit."

​That was definitely a relief, at least they had the means to fight back against any remaining Sith.

​"Alright, what's the plan?"

​"Small vessels have been tracked landing planetside. Intelligence has noted that they seem to have a specific target in mind, the mining communities. Perhaps their original objective was securing the planet for its mineral resources - the fleet they scuttled was comprised of some heavy hitters like an Immortal dreadnaught. It's unclear what the objective is of the landing parties at the point in time, but we're deploying forces on the ground quash that. We're working with the Republic military to establish a blockade and secure the hyperlane into the system."

"Good, what of our other assets in the quadrant?"

"The expeditionary group we deployed to Charros IV is back home, but we still have vessels at Altier and Denon on humanitarian missions. They were slated to pull out as part of our recall, but they're now being redirected to Sekalus for relief efforts."

"It looks like we're doing all we can at the moment. I also have the Republic on the line, so I'm going to see what they want. Keep me in the loop, and I'll be down there as soon as can."

Blake nodded in agreement, then was quickly swarmed by aides as they saw that his conversation was winding down. She ended the call to speak with her peers in the central government.

Unsurprisingly, their information was nearly identical to Blake's, so she was able to get them to skip over the preliminary reports to get to part of their collective response to crisis. She wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than complete annihilation.

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[Admiral Arleigh Burke]

Location: Valiance-class Star Destroyer Mercia, Legrange point between Kallina and Sekalus.
Objective: Support Ground Forces, Secure Hyperspace Lane, Provide Emergency Services to Sekallians
Allies: Republic and Allies
Enemies: Once Sith and Allies

Since Sekalus had come under the aegis of the Galactic Republic, the military presence had been established. Ostensibly as part of a Republic mission to provide overwatch and training, but it was really about monitoring Sekalus and the GR's ~11 billion investment that was the Libita super-carrier.

As a safety precaution against the negative effects of the nexus, most of the Republic warships had been set in a stable orbit far away at a Legrange point between the planet and its moon. They were too far out of range to be of help when the Sith suddenly burst on the scene. Fortunately, the Sekallians and another friendly force had been able to mount a formidable defense as Republic forces scrambled to action in orbit and on the ground.

However, the battle that unfolded in low orbit was over before Admiral Burke had a chance to respond. In a bizarre move, the One Sith had plowed all their ships into Luss as they were being beaten back. Such was the extent of OS fleeting "tactics" when faced with some challenge, as Burke had come to learn in her campaigns against them. Precious blood and treasure now down the drain.

Bad news, with their suicide run, that now meant a lot of people were dead or hurt. Good news, the Republic now enjoyed air superiority. In one of those rare occasions, she could bring nearly all her firepower to bear on the few Sith who remained on the ground.

While deploying the main body of her group to the planet, she also dispatched a second smaller group consisting of minelayers with an escort of A-wings and B-Wings to lay a trap for any potential reinforcements.

Despite the interference created by the Force Storms on the surface, Burke was able to maintain a clear line of communication with ground forces thanks to the Kiribians and their biocomms. As she prepared for a jump to the planet, she coordinated with Colonel Bashir, who was mobilizing marines, dragoons, and CAS assets at Mishkawa Air Base to strike at Sith forces planetside. Once her frigates and corvettes broke though the ionosphere, they would link up with ground forces. The Mercia would remain overhead Luss with an escort to to begin providing emergency services. Her group wasn't equipped to provide medical services for a crisis of this scale, but they could at least begin ferrying survivors into safer areas.

((I'll start tagging people as I pick opponents, this exploded into a full on invasion while I was away. Good stuff.))

 

[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]Dueling: [member="Darth Ax'no"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Gear: See Sig [/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Homes and businesses lined the streets[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] many of them made out of wood others with more solid materials. Above a storm could be heard and seen raging causing the dirt and wind to whip up in a frenzy causing Nikias’ robes to slightly flap in the wind. Many of the citizens were retreating or moving to do so. At least the ones in the portion of the village that Nikias was in. It was his duty to make sure as many of them made it out alive as possible. The Sith cared more about the phrik mines than the village. At least that’s what Nikias hoped. “This way. Go!” Nikias said waving civilians past him. He’d be a wall buying them time to escape and any Sith or mercenary that tried to get past would feel his full wrath. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] A familiar voice rung in Nikias’ ears and he had wished it hadn’t. That it had just been some other Caprine that had found their way to the Sith. That honeyed voice was unmistakable. So it has come to this… Nikias thought with a heavy sigh. He had not wished to find Briga on this planet[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] not to be among the Sith causing this slaughter of the people. “Briga…” Nikias said curtly. With a turn he was faced with the goddess in her infantry armor and a crimson saber waiting to be used. Does she truly intend to strike me down? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Briga,[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] why did you come here? What is your purpose in coming to this planet? I thought we had an understanding?” Nikias asked. Glancing to the saber he did not move even the large explosions in the background did not break Nikias’ concentration. “Do you not see what the Sith are doing? And you still ally yourself with them… Unless you turn and leave now I will be forced to fight you.” [/SIZE]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

LOCATION: Mining village
ENEMY: [member="Darth Vornskr"]

"You know, that's true. But I wasn't a Jedi then."

Jorus didn't consider himself a small man, but Kaine Zambrano stood almost a foot taller and weighed over twice as much without the armour. Kaine was, moreover, a blademaster with a veritable plethora of Force abilities. Insofar as Jorus had an advantage here, it would lie in nimbleness, maneuverability, and his apex-level talent for navigation. He knew, he always knew, the right way to go. Right now, that instinct led him forward and to the side. He half-stepped in and to the left at the last instant, leaning that way, and the red blade hissed past his right shoulder -- far too close for comfort. Jorus' blade was down and out of position; Kaine's sabre sparked off it and batted the point away and back. Presumably, that red sabre would reverse course, or else Kaine would try for a backhand. Bridges to cross when reached.

Point-blank, Jorus aimed at the right side of Kaine's belly and fired the Morp Gun, a wide-angle stunner capable of dropping a Gamorrean or Kaine's mother. As offhand weapons went, the Morp Gun wasn't ideal, but he'd spent a good many years using it for things like this. He didn't expect it to put Kaine down -- he remembered how many hits the Dark Lord had taken over Fondor, from a similar and superior weapon. But wide-angle high-powered stun guns had a tendency to interrupt things: Sith spells, fancy footwork, and especially witty retorts. Thus, Jorus swore by them.

Many klicks overhead and far away, a fleet detonated, seeding low orbit with shrapnel and hypermatter. Fortunately, though he couldn't have known it, his utter lack of conventional Force senses inured him to the sudden, massive loss of life. That disturbance in the Force rolled over others, though.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Mining Village
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Aedan let our a sharp gasp as the loss of life suddenly rolled over him stumbling for a moment his eyes flashed from violet to yellow before back as he slowed his breathing. Narrowing his eyes with a snarl the young man searched his mind for the appropriate force power. He had felt it being used before it helped people in combat focus better. Finally it came to him and he sank to his knees folding them under his body as he closed his eyes and started to focus on his allies. Making use of Battle Meditation at a lower level than someone who had trained in it he would still supply them with a benefit from it. Reaching out slowly he let the force flow through him and to those who fought already from Romeo and Alkor to the Jedi Jorus Merrill. Battle Meditation would lend them a small boost to their morale, stamina, and prowess. It may not tip the scales in a noticeable or vast fashion but it may supply them with an edge they may need.

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Gear in Bio
[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]

Shed shuffle back noticing the men had took her as a threat. Enough to put a smile on her face. Moving to the speeder and slinging her weapon to her back, she'd climb on and accelerate taking an immediate turn towards the village. The speeder only had a standard lasergun on it. Quite frankly she thought the stearing was sluggish and it's speed lacking. To put it simple she had no love for it.

She knew that it was a possibility the soldiers would target her. She was a prime target now because 'blood must have blood' that's the way most people work. Cynthia was the same in many ways. She wants revenge for her father. He died a hero's death. His ability as a leader was inspiring, he lived with honour like a mando should do.

The closer she got the more prominent the blaster shots where. But the shots where not for her that meant it was for the civilians. Putting her feet onto the seat she'd activate the jet pack and jump up gaining a decent amount of height. The speeder below would destabilize and flip, separating into many parts till it was a smoking heap of junk.

 

[Neivon]

Neivon heard the erupted blast of the first mining facility. His hovercams located six others. He saw one of the One Sith fleet's ship crash into the capital. They really were nutjobs. But at least they were nutjobs that were willing to pay him handsomely.

It seemed his mission to take out mining facilities would be going much more smoothly. His hovercams caught footage of evacuations, people leading others to get out. Victory was certain for the One Sith nutjobs over the planet. Either way. Neivon would still blow up the facilities. He couldn't have restoration efforts be ever so easy in case these citizens ever wanted this planet back. He remembered reading on how Taris practically was corrupted in an eradicated kind of way. Yet even so, the Republic restored it to a now polluted metropolis. Neivon was going to make sure that kind of metropolis wouldn't happen here. Even if the polluted factor wouldn't be the same, making the planet economically useless for certainly going to a plus.

The bounty hunter ran on foot, trekking to the next mining town. He expected it to be empty, finding a couple on the ground in shock. Their eyes widen at his sight. "Pl-please! Help us! My husband's leg got trampled on... and now he saws he can't move!" Tears were coming out of the woman who pleaded to Neivon. Neivon simply stared back, swiftly turning to head towards the mining facility. He can't let anything get between him and a pile of credits. He felt a pain in his chest. Guess I'm getting good at abandoning people, aren't I? He thought bitterly. He shook his head. Didn't matter. He had another reactor to explode anyways.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]

Fleet (npc'd) -

Spoiler

Edited down*
Defence fleet -
Libita-class command ship

• X4 Udarnik Assualt frigate - Strays Assault Boarding Pod
• Noblesse heavy deatroyer

(Following the immortal )

• X2 Salvation Class Star Defender
• X1 Avenger Class Star Defender

The three star destroyer's began to follow the immortal dreadnought down the the surface. Their tractorbeams pulling hrag in the vessel to redirect it as much as possible away from the city. The power had been redirected from the sheilds and weapons and other systems to be focused in the tractorbeams and engines. It was like a one way tug of war exept if the trip was lost many lives would be lost.

The further down they got the closer to luss the where. "Men keep reverse thrusters at full. We may not stop the ship from crashing but we can take it outside the city borders." The man said. He had a feeling this would be a one way trip but he didn't want to let the men know in just a 'feeling'.

"Commander ta..*static* what...*static*... he situation." The line wasn't clear with the storm interfearing with the com's. "W....*static*...anaged to chan..*static* trajectory of the vess...*static* side the city. Casuties *static* still expected." Asuna found it hard to make out what the man said. But she got the jist of it. "All available ship form up and strengen the blockade with the defence fleet. Sith ships trying to leave shoot or capture. Any trying to land warning shot then shoot to kill." Asuna was pleased to pick up on the sensors that non Sith have came to aid. There was republic and some others. "Miss [member="Suravi Teigra"] I'm glad your here. Things here have became hectic to put it lightly. A big chunk if my fleet has been sent down to redirect the dreadnought. But from the report casualties are still going to be expected. As ranking officer what are your orders?" Asuna was simply temporary command of the vessel. She was awaiting for the person in charge of swap over.

The immortal began to clip the top of the shield that domed over the city. Parts of the ship was manage to even pass through with force clipping the tops of tall buildings on it's decent. Although even now the ship would hit just outside the city but extension zones would be hit hard. Casulties would still be in the thousands and leave and echo in the force.

Ooc: @Darth rapex I will be making a post soon to engage you on the ground.

 

[Camellia Swift]

Spoiler

Ground forces -

X2 squadrons of Yoma-AB
X2 squadrons of Arachnid-AT

X18 SLaM-Droid
equipment -

• Sasori heavy bodyarmor
• optical camo crystal coating
• Incitatio Jetpack
• X3 SDW 9000
• Standard load out

Allies: Republic/Defenders, [member="Sanya Val Swift"]
Enemies: Sith/Attackers [member="Darth Rapax"]

The Rendili woman honestly wanted no part of what was going on. She couldn't even visit her wife for a weekend while they had been apart as a result of business they each had to attend to briefly. It was utterly inane and she honestly kept to herself for the most part, wondering what the Sith were even doing here. If it was for resources then what did Sekalus have that they didn't already have? Of course from the sounds of things as she listened in to the reports, it appeared like the Sith wanted phrik. . . . . phrik. . . . . . . . .really phrik? They came all the way out to a planet they didn't even like apparently by the fact they came in force. . . for phrik. . . .

"Did they honestly just want to try and scare people into giving them phrik or wave their dicks around and throw a tantrum for attention?" Because. . . .seriously? Sitting in the capital, Camellia could tell a certain Immortal wasn't going to have a good time. Certainly the capital was well shielded, but there was bound to be damage where the center of the vessel's destruction would take place. As well as from debris from the falling ship, a piece of which made the Rendili woman flinch as the tower she was sitting in, in the center of the city, shook as a panel from the vessel struck a lower floor. Since things weren't collapsing she didn't break for the landing pad, but she certainly didn't like the tremble it caused, as a person afraid of heights a collapsing building while she was on the top floor wasn't particularly a pleasant image. As a few other bits of ship fell to the city below, doing harm to whatever it landed on, sure they'd cause that damage she conceded, but the Sith lost a three kilometer vessel, its crew, public favor for this entire failure of an incident, and for how much phrik? How many hundreds of millions, nay, BILLIONS of credits did an Immortal cost. It was double the size of an Imperial Destroyer and an Imperial destroyer was twenty times the cost of a ship one fourth its size so for an immortal double its size. . . a lot. . . just a karking lots of credits.

For phrik.

Which they could have tried buying. Not even that, they could have bought from her company, within their own damn territory. Without going anywhere. . . . .How much phrik did they even imagine they could take anyway? It sounded like several of the Sith just went straight for the mine, and not a refining plant. And no reports of proper mining equipment were seen. . . .just. . . . .there was just so much wrong with the Sith incursion for the Rendili woman to understand. "When they get back from this botched operation I'm going to advertise a phrik sale, at double the normal price. Should serve them right for not doing business and showing they can afford to waste credits." She wasn't pouting, not one bit, it didn't bother her a government could waste billions of credits for a resource they could purchase at home. Although it did bother her they were causing trouble for her wife.

So as she kept track of things going on, when she spotted reports of the Sith landing near the mining area she knew what to do. That being wait for the Sith to split their own attention while she had a droid force, including a set of walkers and artillery, deploy away from them. From there the machines would setup a position and fire volley after volley of artillery fire onto the Sith's transports. She had no intention of making a war out of things, or mindlessly sending her wife's forces to pursue the sith into the mining area itself. They could go back to their transports and leave or get stranded and die eventually.

And speaking of dying, the bloom of light in her peripherals made Camellia turn her head from where she sat in the center of Luss to watch as the Sith Immortal exploded in the distance. That certainly hadn't been pursuing ships doing, which left the realization the Sith had just killed off how many crewmembers of a ship that size. . . . tens of thousands. . .that they could have petitioned the release of. . . .just to level the outer section of the eastern side of the capital city. Ok, what was wrong with the Sith she just had to know. She had met Sith when her homeworld had been occupied and a few after that before she practically shut herself in to focus on business and maintaining her world's peace and economic security, but now just. . . .a Vong uprising against them and apparently they had the credits to waste to throw away Immortals along with their crews.

The capital city's shields held, after all it was prudent on a world with violent storms just in case to protect cities with such scope as Luss, but only further away from the blast. Camellia would hazard that just from the sight from where she was. There had to be at least a few million dead from the impact and ensuing blast, who could tell how many injured at the edges of the initial zone, and the shields likely blocked some but still the intact areas nearest the ruined section were probably facing radiation problems. So with such in mind she could only sigh at the futility of this entire charade as she reached for a comm. This was only happening because someone had a bone to pick and she was only trying to enjoy a weekend and instead was forced to address this. "Let security divisions know to set a quarantine around the destroyed area. Get them in hazard equipment and watch for radiation, start getting citizens treated and . . . .prep teams to survey the ruined areas for an actual casualty list."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

SEKALUS LOW ORBiT

The Garden of Unending Delights, a repurposed yet phallic Hutt caravel, had perhaps the strangest relationship with time of any starship ever. To add a layer of awkwardness (for others, not Alec), the ship had belonged to her father.

Truth be told, Alec's relationship with time was even stranger. She'd grown up in a vessel with malfunctioning temporal shields. She'd spent a few subjective years as a guide in the Chiloon Rift (and the quasi-Mortis monolith therein). She'd taken a shower in the Pool of Knowledge at the heart of the Maw, without ill effect. Her father had been a specialist in flow-walking.

And those were just the high points. Suffice it to say, Alec had a positively Tarkovsky-esque and utterly unpredictable knack for all things timey-wimey. So the situation in Sekalus low orbit drew her like a moth to a flame.

The same Immortal-class dreadnought had simultaneously crashed and been immobilized; then it had simultaneously exploded and been slowed-slash-redirected (but remained intact). Now, Alec had flunked Quantum Mechanics at the Levantine Astronautical Academy. Nevertheless, she felt she had a pretty decent instinctive grasp of the mess inherent in a starship experiencing four different fates more or less at the same time. The Garden of Unending Delights kept pace with Schrodinger's Immortal as it partially phased in and out of existence (at least to her perception; who knew what others were seeing?).

Perhaps this was a Moment of Great Import. Perhaps the vessel was a shatterpoint for time itself. Perhaps, in some way, variegated perceptions and expectations were vying for prominence and obliviating the possibility of an objective certainty, causing a state of quantum uncertainty. But what Alec knew about quantum anything or the math side of temporal insanity could fill half a post-it. All she really cared about was stealing this Immortal while it and its fanatically suicidal crew were both intact and demolished, functional and inert, living and dead. Whether she'd be able to pull it off depended largely on pocket timeline loops and recursive micro-cosmi and luck. But no, in the end, luck didn't have a lot to do with this. What mattered was will.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Alkor stood and watched [member="Annaliese Zambrano"], waiting quietly for her to turn. Of course, before that could happen [member="Romeo Sin"] pranced past him espousing something about Zambranos and lessons in the dark side. The Dark Jedi blinked slowly and his blade slipped out of view. One of them was more than enough to deal with a single Sith. If Romeo had difficulty with one mewling kitten, there would be hell to pay when they got back to the Shinigami class in orbit. "Clean this up, and don't take your time doing it. We have more important things to do than indulge Sithlings."

He turned and drew his hood, clearly disinterested in the scene that transpired behind him. Alkor lifted the comm to his lips once more as he felt the sudden dirge in the Force, explosions burning away life and souls screaming as they were torn too early from mortality. It felt serene to him. So many others would be troubled, shattered, even stunned by the sudden and inexplicable level of loss. To Alkor, death felt familiar, like an old friend. So many people who he would never see had gone on before him to that place, and in moments where it brushed close to him, he could almost feel them there next to him.

The comm passed close to his lips and he spoke. "Prioritize evacuations in the quadrant," he barked, "the capital has suffered immense damages, but the Sith haven't been able to end every life on the planet. That's their goal. Let's deprive them of that."

"Yes, sir!" the comm buzzed to life in response to his command.

He flipped the comm channel over to the Republic frequency and began to speak. [Priority: [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] ]

::Attention, command, this is Alkor Centaris. Abandon all but the absolutely necessary precautions to prevent further loss of life by the Sith and divert your attentions to the wounded and other citizens. If you can, alert the closest Republic system to ready med staff to receive an influx of refugees. Cities can be rebuilt. Lives cannot.:: Alkor grimaced as he spoke, because this was not the sort of thinking that fell in line with his personal point of view. It was, however, the duty of an officer to ensure order was kept in the midst of mass hysteria.

After this, he returned to the local channel.

"Dropships inbound," he informed the troops, as well as [member="Aedan Miles"] Romeo and [member="Nikias"] . "Get ready to move, or you're going to be left behind."

 

[Izevel Zambrano]

Allies; [member="Annaliese Zambrano"]
Enemies; [member="Romeo Sin"]

She had arrived and kept her distance. She was not one to bother herself with tedious things as battles. She preferred her kills to be done when her prey least expected it. The looks on the face of those she snuffed or as the light left their eyes brought her more joy then even the birth of her daughters. She had planned to keep her distance and not interfere until someone had set their sights on the woman she heard call out that she was a bastard Zambrano. At first she had scoffed at the girls words. That was soon replaced by a cold look when she heard the words directed at the girl that was her family.


It was then that she acted swiftly, her training kicking into gear. Making her way towards the girl, she sparred no time to the murder of those she deemed unworthy. Her goal was to get to the girl and offer her support.


"Oooah look a fellow bastard.~"Izevel would call out as she approached on a tone just loud enough for the girl to hear here. When she was close enough, she would offer a nod of her head. Her mind already processing the best course of actions a few steps ahead. "He seems kinda sense thinking he could use you as a bargaining tool.." Blunt and straight to the point it was then that she reached up to her back and pulled forth the sleek sword that she had hidden in its sheath beneath her jacket. "Hope you don't mind a dancing partner for this particular tangle. Wouldn't want his cooties rubbing off on you.."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

His blade cut through thin air as, at the very last moment, Jorus side-stepped out of the blade's immediate path. How easy it would be for the Sith Lord if his enemies would just stand still long enough for him to get in a good cleave, and so many of his existing problems wouldn't even be issues anymore. Alas, that was hardly the way things worked in the galaxy much to his chagrin, but he was nothing if not tenacious and almost single-minded in his destructiveness. It was both a benefit and a curse, as those who wronged him often found themselves relentless harried by his wrath, but other dangers were overlooked and considered as afterthoughts to the colossal Epicanthix.

Like Jorus' stun gun for example.

He'd remembered that Jorus had utilized a similar weapon back on Fondor, and while this contraption was not as accurate or hard-hitting as that one had been there was a considerable irritation that shuddered through the Sith Lord almost as powerful as the electric pulse that now danced across his nerves, causing his muscles to spasm uncontrollably. Yet, like that time on Fondor, he did not fall. Stars did momentarily flicker in and out of his vision, but the rage bubbled up from his core to give him sharp focus in this moment of disorientation. His grip tightened on his weapon, but whether or not that was a voluntary gesture or the result of the stun gun cycling out through his limbs was unknown, and with great force he swung his blade in a horizontal arc that would decapitate any average sized man within his reach.

As his body twisted with the effort of swinging his weapon he had also shoved his left hand, fingers bent like claws, out to unleash a conical blast of telekinetic Force out towards where he believed Jorus was. The strength behind the blast was powerful enough not only to send a grown-man flying like a leaf in a gale, but also carried enough oomph to shatter a brick wall of the nearby building caught directly in its sundering trajectory.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]​

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] |
Allies: [member="Izevel Zambrano"]
Gear: In sig minus the Sith Sword

Upon hearing the ignition of a lightsaber, Annaliese tore her own away from the abdomen of the creature and turned to see a man dressed in what appeared to be rags. "Hello vermin," she greeted the man with distain. She could sense that his connection to the Force was a strong one - much stronger than her however, that did not dissuade her from mocking him. Slipping her hand into the pocket of her outfit, she withdrew a few credits and pegged it in the man's direction. "That is for a warm meal now shoo pest, I've yet to have my fun."

"Zambrano dog! Face someone who has real power, and learn you know nothing about the darkside!" Came the voice of another man.

"Zambrano dog?" the Zambrano bastard muttered before she bursted out laughing. "Why isn't that adorable? I suppose that makes me the me the predator and you the prey, vermin."

"Oooah look a fellow bastard~" Annaliese heard a woman called out seemingly out of the blue and loud enough for only her to hear. Curious, she turned her head in the direction of the voice and saw the figure of a slender woman with pale skin and raven black hair. "He seems kinda sense thinking he could use you as a bargaining tool... Hope you don't mind a dancing partner for this particular tangle. Wouldn't want his cooties rubbing off on you…" the woman continued.

Annaliese chuckled upon hearing the words spoken by the woman she assumed who be one of her many bastard siblings. Me as a bargaining tool? Father has a surplus of children as if he would care. "I think you will make a wonderful dancing partner." She answered in response to the offer and turned to her supervising Inquisitor. "I'd ask you to join us but I wish to have a little family time so I'll allow you to do as you wish for now."

"But Lady Zambrano!" The Inquisitor began to protest.

"Just be quiet before I initiate a repeat of that event."

The older Inquisitor tensed at the mention of that event. "I thought your indoctrination was successful!"

"It was but the effects wore off - I am half Epicanthix after all. Be a good boy and I'll allow the Grand Inquisitor to indoctrinate me again. I don't really mind at all since my beloved is within your ranks."

 

[Alkor Centaris]

He finished transmission as the troops filed evacuees into safe zones, flagged by both signal flares and contingents of several heavily armed shock troops. The sound of ships setting down at multiple intervals screamed high, louder even than the storm above. These dropships were highly mobile- quick, but not armed other than what their accompaniment brought along. Each of them boasted a single marksman specifically designated to eliminate bogeys and help to ensure that the civilians made it to orbit alive.

Alkor watched without moving as hordes of "innocents" were shepherded into the ships, then went winging away when filled to their capacity. It would take several round trips to get all of the village fully evacuated, but they could buy plenty of time for that. He continued to calculate, affording for the other villages that would require their aid. "Send extraction teams to Bravo and Charlie," he instructed. "This region is blacked out. I want them gone, now."

If these men were Dark Jedi rather than pirates, the penalty for failure would have been harsh. Instead, Alkor was dealing with Aedan and Romeo's men and they were all but foreign to him. They did the job allotted to them adequately enough, which he supposed was all he could ask for.

Then the girl tossed credits at his feet, and he slowly replaced the comm in his cloak. He stared at [member="Annaliese Zambrano"] pensively for a moment. Most would expect a dark sided wielder of the Force to rise to insults. There were some who did not, like Alkor. Rage was a flame that grew quickly, but went out just as fast. "You're a delicate specimen," he commented offhand. "It will be a shame to see you die. Wasted potential is a wretched thing."

He left the credits where they lay, instead allowing [member="Romeo Sin"] to deal with both of the women on his own. If they felt more like a threat, Alkor might have bitten one of the heads off to chew himself. As it stood, there was no one in this place he felt any real urge to waste time on. His top priority was the safe evacuation of the planet's citizenry, and the inevitable relief effort. While such campaigns were a far cry from the duties he was used to- combat, assassination, and commanding troops in battle- they were not beyond his ability. [member="Aedan Miles"] drenched he and Sin in the Force and boosted their abilities with Battle Meditation, so the Jen'jidai felt his thoughts racing at lightspeed. Ideas that would normally take hours to hatch came to him in a fraction of the time. He felt that if he were to draw his saber, he could move like a feather on the wind. It was an unrefined effort, but it was still something awesome.

"Burn them," was all he said to the Vahla.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Enemies: [member="Izevel Zambrano"] [member="Annaliese Zambrano"]

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


With another female coming into the fray, words were exchanged between the two Zambranos but Romeo ignored them. Instead, he focused on Alkor's voice, particularly the part where he said burn them. "Gladly." Romeo spoke softly as he did not reach for his sabers, but instead lifted his hands chest height with his palms open. The air around him became super heated as his hands filled with spilling fire that dripped onto the ground. The sword the one possessed didn't worry Romeo too much, and he tired of conversation. It was a Zambrano thing to do to monologue your battles. It was petty, and beneath Romeo.

With glowing red eyes as he absorbed the darkness of the Force Storms around him, Romeo leaped at them as he caught his whole body on fire, only to be consumed in total darkness from the hilt of his saber's webbing. When he landed he was in between the two women, consuming them too in total darkness. It would be curious to see how they reacted when they were immersed in real darkness where one would could not see, only feel.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Enemy: [member="Cynthia Garon"]
Unit Size: 27 (each equipped with Phrase III Trooper Armour, Infantary Blaster (Primary), SK2 RIpper (Secondary), Standard Vibro-knife and 3 Cluster Grenades)

With the crate of phrik in his possession, Konrad did not have time to waste. He was a very busy man after all and expected a tidy mountain of paper work to be patiently awaiting his return in his office as his role was temporarily more of an office one than a battlefield one. "I would love to stay and play girl, but I am a busy man and I have a delivery to make." the Sith Knight called before taking his leave of the village. Activating his comlink, Konrad opened the secure channel to his men. "Dispose of her."

"Yes sir," the men responded from cover. They knew that in order to have any chance of returning home, the High General's order must first be carried out. Although their opponent was only one girl, they knew only a fool would under estimate their opponent. Splitting into two squads, Alpha (14 men) and Bravo (13 men), they prepared their assault. Alpha then rushed into the nearby houses of the deceased villagers with teams of two to each house as Bravo fired at the woman from cover.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] |[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: [member="Izevel Zambrano"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Gear: In sig minus the Sith Sword[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Annaliese barely dodged [member="Romeo Sin"]'s attack however, thanks to her armour, she was mostly unharmed but was not completely unscathed. Her helmet had been retracted into her armour and her cheek suffered a small burn but that was not what had annoyed her. A handful of her hair had been singed by the man's attack. "If you must injure me, then please be at least a little considerate of women and damage what can be easily healed in a bacta tank. It will be such a pain to restore my hair to its previous condition." Annoyed, the Zambrano bastard temporarily deignited her lightsabers, formed a protection bubble around herself, withdew a compact mirror and a blood red lipstick from one of her pouches. Quickly, Annaliese applied her lipstick, careful to not go out of her lip line, ensured her hair was safely tucked into to her helmet which now covered her head. Satisfied, she reignited her lightsabers and disabled remove the protection bubble. "Apologies for the delay but, a woman can't do this sort of thing without her lipstick on." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Sith Acolyte with freshly applied lipstick then positioned herself so that her back was not turned on either of the two men. "Were you two raised by dogs? You initiated the dance off without even introducing yourselves or asking us our names. We are entitled to know the names of who we are about to kill after all!" Annaliese yelled at the two in a tone an angry mother might assume to discipline her misbehaving children. Then, gracefully lifting her hand, she pointed at [member="Alkor Centaris"]. "Scram into the sewers for that is where you belong vermin if all you're going to do is watch us brutalize your little friend. However, since I am feeling a little generous, I will allow you a few minutes to memorise his living form." Although she knew it was a silly idea to attempt to enrage the other man potentially drawing him into the fight, she was just that kind of woman that did what she wished when she wished regardless of the consequences. After all, it was because of that trait of hers that she was forced to become a beast on a leash for the One Sith Inqusition not that she minded since it led her to the object of her affections.[/SIZE]

 

[Izevel Zambrano]

Allies; [member="Annaliese Zambrano"]
Enemies;[member="Romeo Sin"].
[member="Alkor Centaris"]

He was a foolA fool that worked on assumptions of what a person was used to. This move was child's play. She was the daughter of a monster that those considered a god. She was used to the darkness. Anything this twit thought was so wonderful was a dolled up sham. It was then that she threw her sword to the side. He wanted to play seriously. Fine.. She would play seriously. Her eyes drifted to a full close, her breathing slowing to a almost completely halt. In this moment of stillness it was only then that she cocked her head in the direction of the male next to her. She danced backwards, each movement practiced and graceful.

Using the momentum of her movements, she would reach down into her pants leg and hurl the dagger she kept there at him, hoping to use this as a tool to measure his reaction time. She would up her game when she saw just how serious he was. As it stood all she saw was a boy wanting to obtain what others hadn't as a means of showing off. No words were needed for this dance, she saw them pointless. Even more so for the fact that he seemed kind of dull..

 

[Zeradias Mant]

Mining Refinery
Sekalus System

Amid the smoke and the chaos, there was Phrik. That is why Daeron was here and for no other reason. He cared not for the fate of the system nor for it's citizens. Normally he might step in to do something against such senseless oppression, but this was one case where he would make an exception. It was that feeling where you didn't like someone for no distinguishable reason. They've done anything to wrong you, yet they've still somehow rubbed you the wrong way to make you spite them, or at the very least be closed to the idea of anything more than apathy. Such was the story of the Croa. Daeron has heard stories of such a species, stories that disgusted him. Viruses, infections, mutations, how anyone could enjoy life after such trauma was beyond him. Once he saw the first Croa on Sekalus though, he knew he too had condemned them to die. The One Sith forces that assaulted the system would run into no interference from Daeron Kryze, and the Croa would receive no assistance from him either. They might catch a bullet if they irritated him enough, though.

So far, things had been reasonably quiet in his neighborhood. The fighting seemed to be focused on the larger metropolitan areas as well as the Phrik mines. Luckily though, it seemed that no one had thought to go to the very place where Phrik is made best - the refineries. As his small shuttle glided in, he saw no one. The small patch of refineries appeared to be abandoned, with no sign of conflict yet reaching this area. The shuttle door opened and he stepped off. He carried a large rucksack on his back, sure to carry an abundance of the ore or refined metal, whatever was available. He drew his blaster pistol and carried it in one hand, his other on the strap of his ruck. He explored the open areas to no avail. Inside the first building he went.

For some reason, it seemed that the refineries had already been cleared out. Taken by the Croa in the chaos, or maybe the One Sith swept through the area already? If the latter was to be true, there'd surely be more destruction, even if only a little. Such destruction was absent though, and with it, suspicion of the One Sith. He turning his head, through his red lenses he saw what appeared to be the foreman's office. Next to it, a covered wagon. Something would surely be in there. As he approached, there was a sound from the office. Daeron stopped immediately and raised his blaster pistol. Maintaining positive control of his possessions, he cautiously entered the office to find a sniveling cat person curled up in the corner. Rather than attempt to extract intelligence or exchange words, Daeron stopped the annoyance. With a crack that echoed through the refinery, the sniveling stopped as an arm dropped to the floor.

Now he could get back to business.

 

[Neivon]

Neivin finished the seventh and finale mine his hovercams could find. It was now time to focus his efforts on others things. The entire expedition was suspiciously easy. There was no trouble blowing up the mining facilities at all. What could it have been that made it seem that these mines were hardly a concern? The people was an obvious guess, but there must've been something else… The refineries! Why value the mines as better effort for preserving the planet's economy could be for taking everything from the refineries? Neivon cursed to himself. He should've handle those from the start. He'd assume there would already be efforts going towards the mines. He already knew the locations of multiple refineries. It all really came down to finding which ones had people in them. He needed to find a large sensor.

It was time Neivon himself went on a little killing spree.