Playing With The Big Boys Now | TSE Invasion of TJE's Csilla Hex

[Keira Cerdulan]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVfjzACrzFo​

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So much for a few weeks off when "Life Day" hit. Wishful thinking, and here Keira was doing the exact opposite of having a day off. Rushing through the halls of one of the Destroyers that had arrived, attaching the last bits of her flight suit's helmet with a hiss. She couldn't lie though, it was exciting, had a few runs with her shiny new Starfighter, not quite the old Interceptor but it held up well enough. Well enough to smack these poor sods down a peg.

Zipping her way along the catwalks the Corellian girl slid into her new beloved fighter, spitting out a grunt as she settled into the seat. Her hands flying wildly as dials were turned, buttons were pressed, and switches were flicked: leaving her with that lovely symphony of a fighter kicking into gear. All systems operating good as new, full ordinance, cannons charged. And the final touch, she flicked on Squadron comms like she always did.

"Alright Raptors, let's teach these rats what a real squadron looks like!"

And with that, their fighters kicked into gear. Moved slower than what she was used to, even with the engines kicked as far as they could go. Made it all the more scary, her senses that had become so attuned to fighting at completely breakneck speeds only had to work with speed that was above average now: should be a fine bodycount she would rack up today, and she needed it, was a fine few bottles of booze waiting for her back on Bastion.

Raptor Squadron was off, all flying shiny new Fighters, a shiny new Squadron, and a Corellian girl who despite all her bravado was completely out for some of that good revenge satisfying blood. Their fighters zipped out into the void, sticking close to the main formation of the other, far less eccentric, pilots: when the time came they'd split off and go start counting up just how much slag they'd make today.

[member="Nicole Callix"]

 

[Helion'Nuruodo]

Team Jen'ari

Bad guys: TSE


[SIZE=11pt]The enemy had made a grave mistake in coming and thinking their presence would go unnoticed. It began with sensor sweeps detecting the rogue pirate attacks. Most unusual so close to the heart of The Empire. But eventually the sensors began to detect more of the rogue satellites. Large formations of metallic deposits bounced strange frequencies back to Csilla. Helion was no fool and knew this could mean only one thing. He restricted the corridor to his homeworld and laid mines throughout the other hyperpaths. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the enemy entered with what they believed would be a surprise attack they would find themselves woefully unprepared for the Big Stick that Helion wielded. Immediately[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]mines[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] would detonate as enemy ships floated around said explosives. Helion raced from his luxurious private quarters aboard the Naval vessel the Pale Rider. towards the bridge with due haste. As he stalked the white lit halls he was greeted by an ensign though the klaxons wailing throughout the ship told Helion what he already needed to know. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Sir, unidentified ships have reverted from slipspace and broken the contingency," [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Helion regarded the trooper with a dull stare as he marched through the corridors [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"Bah. Back to your post soldier," He sneered, he had no time for the common rabble or non officers. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The trooper smartly saluted him and retreated back to whemst he came. Helion reached the bridge and with hands behind back eyed the communications officer. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Status report?" He said simply and the chiss comms officer looked back to him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Sir all ships are preparing to enter standard battle formation," He stated and Helion nodded in response. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"The [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]planetary shields[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] have gone up?" [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Yes sir!" The ensign replied to the Admiral's question and Helion felt a pleasant feeling rise up his spine. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]This is what he had trained his whole life. Now was the time to prove himself. He would show the entirety of his race that he was more then prepared to not only defend them, but that he and his house were ready to lead them into a new age. No. A new Empire! One that would eclipse the rest of the past, but one completely led by house Nuruodo. After he proved to the Jen’ari that he was more than capable of leading his forces. Planetary Moff even seemed feasible at that point, but first Helion needed to prove himself against the invaders. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Issue the order for all ships to enter standard battle formation Kresh,” He shouted, his voice booming throughout the bridge. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Already[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] he could hear the echoes of the crowd at such a magnificent voice. For true they had yet to behold a leader as magnificent as himself. He smiled as thoughts of his prestige spreading throughout the planet wracked his mind. He raised a hand and the holographic display presented itself with a list of his favorite of arts. Music. He listened as one of the overtures began to play throughout his ship. One of the Echani race’s. One that depicted the rise of a glorious crescendo only for it to end in a tumultuous overture of instruments that would splay them all to pieces… [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Ready the Hyper Velocity Canons,” Helion ordered and the Communications officer nodded in assent. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Already he could hear in his mind's eye as hundreds of the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]HVC’s [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]began barking uranium rounds at the addled Sith fleet. For surely did they think that the planet would not come prepared with more than enough long range weapons to defend itself. All he had to do was sit their and appear to be as magnificent as his current appearance suggested. So he kept an easy composure and stood as if he had already been knighted by the Emperor himself. For surely the video footage of his beholden figure would reach the homeworld and would bless him with the respect and sway that he so desired.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He smiled as he watched his three main fleets composed themselves into the three dimensional battle lines that he so desired.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I’ll waste no time with these delinquents. Give the order to commence fire ensign,” Helion said majestically. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Chiss ensign smiled smugly and turned to all naval frequencies. “Begin fire,” He stated galavantly and the ships all around helion began firing with rockets, which propelled by zero G would keep them on their set course towards the enemy fleet. Hundreds of lightly guided rockets raced towards their targets and the star lit sky erupted with a thousand more neutrons….[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]3 x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Daedra class warships[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] have taken up position facing towards the enemy warships[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]6 x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Reaper class cruisers[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] surround the tip and middle of each Daedra class war ship[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]6 x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Lucus class carriers[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] bring up the rear of the formations and deploy standard fighter screens. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]3 x formations[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]All have begun engaging with long range weapons[/SIZE]

 

[LT-137]

#Soon​

Aboard the GCV “Xanthus.”
Spyridon - Class Astral Catamaran.
Primary Armoury Deck.
En Route to Csilla.

Taskforce Myrmidon​

There was something that could be said of placing one’s faith in the validity of history. Many secrets of the past were lost, when the light of civilization was snuffed out by the darkness left behind in the Plague’s wake. Yet, despite this ebon hue painted across the surface of antiquity, the ashen revenants of the past seemed to revive themselves from forgotten tomes; seeking to reclaim lost glories. Such were the rumours attributed to those that called themselves the Jen’ari. It was said that they were the remnants of the long-since vanquished Sith Empire, from before the time of Darth Ruin. If that was true, then - from what was recovered from the devastation - they threatened the entire galaxy at one time. They had their prize within their grasp, and through some unknowable act, let everything slip through their taloned fingers. There were many that believed it was the consistent in-fighting or hubris that ensnared them and brought their star nation to its fateful terminus. Whatever the case was, it seemed that they learned little since their Empire’s fall.

These so-called Inheritors believed themselves safe, in a galaxy rife with newfound legacies and seemingly ancient powers lording over thousands of star systems. They believed that they would be able to reclaim what they saw as rightfully theirs and that all would simply bend the knee before a self-proclaimed god. Sadly, it seemed that such machinations were all for naught, as portions of the universe rose up to meet these Inheritors in battle - challenging their supposed right to rule. Yes, there were many that thought it was unfair; that these upstarts deserved a chance to flourish amongst the stars. While that was an admirable point of view, they were sadly unenlightened to the nature of the Sith. To these religious beings, their pursuit of power was everything. No matter how great the threat, or insignificant the inconvenience, anyone that sought to be a contender would be smashed, and have their ashes mocked by the annuals of history. Thus, did the twin-headed dragon seek to snuff out the grating fly.

Clearing his mind with a heavy exhalation of breath, the Sun Guard opened his eyes to view the chamber around him. He was stripped bare, with his monstrous flesh for all to see. However, those that could gaze upon his naked form - were blinded; either at the end of a ritual knife or chemical additives. As the Sunborn warrior secretly declared, none who saw his body would ever live to tell the tale. It was his greatest weapon, and it would be utterly foolish for such knowledge to become common. As was the tradition in his culture, there were sacred rituals that still needed to be performed. With his ambitions becoming reality, turning his back on the observances of those he sought to one day rule would’ve been foolish. Therefore, the man needed to adapt, and that was exactly what he did. Khonsu removed himself from the company of his sighted kindred and embraced the blind and tongueless. They would never see, nor ever speak of what their numbed fingers touched. That was enough for the Praetor, as it satiated the spiritual demands of his people.

“You may begin,” the towering figure whispered, before stretching his hide-bound arms wide.

With the words given, those nameless embalming slaves rose from their wordless prayers, bathed in the billowing smoke of incense, and began cloaking their master’s flesh in stimulating oils. As their hands began to run along the length of his newly grafted flesh, the man’s lips peeled back into an almost predatory snarl. Despite all of the specialized treatments that followed after the operation, it was still tender to the touch - the fact that these wretches couldn’t see made things all the worse. But, Khonsu endured; his teeth clenched. This pain was nothing compared to the year spent in gene therapy, and the hours under the surgeon’s knife. They, like the enemies that the Sith Empire tasked the Golden Company to slay, would pass in time. In fact, the Old Soldier was starting to grow accustomed to the dull ache that lingered behind their trailing touch, as it was further proof that the xenograft was a success.

It wasn’t long after they began, that the blinded wretches completed the first step of the arming ritual. Khonsu was bathed, from head to toe, in the blessed oils from his distant and forgotten homeland. His flesh, once darkened by the light of a hundred alien stars, now seemed ghostly and pale in the candlelight. Now, the time came for the next step and the one that would be more painful than the last. He would be entombed within his armour’s connective bodyglove, before moving towards the automated apparatus that would cloak his body in his gilded panoply, completing this ceremonial event. As the chronometer carried them forward towards the appointed hour, the Sun Guard was released from the mechanical embrace of his arming rack. Wordlessly, the warrior lifted his gilded crown from a nearby altar and reverently settled it atop his leathery scalp; sealing it with a gentle twist.

As his gaze filled with the false-firelight of his activating visor, the Sun Guard turned from the wax-coated shrine and departed the chamber - leaving nothing but billowing trails of incense in his wake. Khonsu was ready, save for the holy armaments and steed that awaited him in the cavernous hangar bay of the Xanthus. Those would find themselves within his embrace soon enough, as there was still time before the assault carrier made planetfall; disgorging the Scions of Thyrsus onto the surface of Csilla. He would have to find something to keep his mind occupied until then, as there would be no grandiose speeches this day. The Golden Company was good for that. They knew if they simply did their duty, and survived until the mission was complete - they’d be well compensated for their troubles. Sure, there were other commanders that figured the terrible tendrils of waning morale would come into effect, but that was easily tossed aside by the satisfying grub that filled their bellies. It resulted in fewer complaints about the incoming fire, which was a wonderful result in changing from the standard military rations. Now? They feasted like Warrior-Kings and would take to the battlefield as such.

Speeches would be nothing more than a waste of time for such heroes.

Thus, as the man stalked the fluted corridors of the Xanthus, gathering the remnants of his wargear, Khonsu filled his mind with the notion of what was to come. It would be the truest test of the operation’s success. If the flesh bonded with his, as he believed it did, then he would come out the other side ahead of the game. If not? Well, then everything was for naught, and the Sun Guard wouldn’t be around to complain. His path continued until the whole carrier was abuzz with activity, which meant only one thing; they were arriving at their destination. As if on cue, the carrier’s internal communications system activated, filling the interior with an all too familiar voice.

:: All hands, this is the Praefectus. Action stations, action stations. This is not a drill. Prepare for aetheric reversion. ::​

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| [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Erin Tenel"] |​

 

[Azriel Mortii]

Location: Aboard a Velox-class Fast Frigate in Orbit
Allies: TSE; [member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Lark"]
Enemies: TJE
Equipment: Lightsaber

By the force, why in the absolute hell did Tsisaar drag him on this crapshow of an invasion, Azriel thought as he sat one the various crates that were scattered around the hanger where he sat. The battlefield was not something that he was particularly suited to and from what it seemed from his Master, neither was he! That's what made it even more confusing yet terrifying at the same time. He thought that he would be spending more time learning more about the force and particularly the alchemy, creating new life! Yet he was about to enter a warzone, where many were doomed to die and plenty were going to suffer. Not that the Sith cared at all, they viewed it as a step for power, which he couldn't help but admire the way that they just did not care about their fates, viewing the glory more than the high outcome of death. It was barbaric and stupid, but he couldn't really say that to others. That would earn him a lightsaber through the chest.

He couldn't think about that now, he had to think about the high likelyhood that should he live to see the end of the battle, it was highly likely that he was going to have to murder someone. Sure, he had seen his fair share of dead and mutilated bodies in his time on the low levels of Nar Shaddaa however, he had never had to take a life with his own hands before. That would be a first for him, however, he couldn't think of that just now. He had to make sure that he was ready to make that decision if it came to it. He was sure that he was going to have to make that decision when he encountered the enemy. As he thought about it, he soon heard the soft purr of his new sithspawn cat. He had been trying for ages to try and make such a docile sithspawn and after several failed iterations, he had made a sithspawn that even meowed and accepted pets. While Tsisaar didn't really approve, it was a testament to his talent that he was able to make a thing that was usually angry and make it docile and domesticated.

He sat on the crate and stroked his cat before he got his message to make his way to Tsisaar's ship, slipping the cat into his robe pocket alongside his lightsaber. As he made his way to the ship, he tried to calm himself as he felt his heart beating out of his chest as he made his way to the ship, preparing to leave for battle for the first time. He made sure that he showed no weakness or fear. They were things that woudl kill him if he showed it.

 

[Onrai]

Location: Fringes of Csilla Sector
Allies: TSE
Enemies: TJE

There were a multitude of Greater Maldrood naval assets at the edges of the Csilla sector, having been moved there by orders of Vanessa Vantai herself in preparations for the invasion of the region. Initial units located on the battlefield were a group of vessels organized as Crimson Command. The battlecruiser Heresiarch, a Sovereign-class ship, had replaced the former flagship of Crimson Command with, stood at the head of five red XoXaan II-class Star Destroyers. These vessels were the initial vanguard, soon jumping into the system and scanning for hostile fleet elements.

The game was afoot.

Spoiler

Crimson Command
Sovereign-class Battlecruiser | Heresiarch | 5000m | 100 | 100
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Sceltor | 1000m | 100 | 100
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Corrupter | 1000m | 100 | 100
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Achilles | 1000m | 100 | 100
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Harrow​ | 1000m | 100 | 100
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Titan​ | 1000m | 100 | 100

 

[Riamah]

Location: Csilla
Allies: TJE and Dark Hand members
Enemies: TSE

Wearing her armour suit, Ra walked among the population of Csilla. Her suit was specially designed to make her appear to be a droid of some kind. It hid her life signs and through the Force, she cloaked her ability. Only a very good scanner would detect she wasn't what she appeared to be. The Chiss people had a disdain for those that could use the Force but had no issue with a simple droid.

Hearing of the incoming attack by the very Empire she wanted to destroy, she had joined up on the side of the Jen'ari. They might also end up being her enemy, but for now, they were the enemy of her enemy.

Alerting a select few of her people, those she knew she could count on...she was now on the surface of Csilla and waiting for their chance to make a mark on the Sith Empire...

 

[Eyros]

LOCATION: Somewhere one Csilla.
OBJECTIVE: Earn his keep
ALLIES: The Sith - TSE
ENEMIES: The Other Sith - TJE

Credits were credits, were credits. The made the galaxy spin on it’s pivot far more then any intergalactic government or religious piousness ever had managed to. Small shiny chips of nothing that created a fever of need, want and greed, numbers that equated to nothing but the sheer instinct to survive in a galaxy that wanted you to spend, spend and spend.

Some made their credits through means of work, building, crafting and applying their minds to the technology that created the lights and sounds of civilisation. Others farmed and sowed crops allowing the common people to eat, making their own tables full of the requisites of life by supplying that very need. Still there were other ways to make ends meet, and for Eyros his means was with a gun and something to point it at. The galaxy was full of bounty hunters, mercenaries and pirates each trying to get the sweet job that would pay them for as little effort involved. Fortunately the ‘clanless’ one had managed to fall flat on his feet with that by finding his way within the embrace of the Sith Empire.

While the galactic power was more then capable of looking after its own problems, what with its endless hordes of legionnaires and laser-sword totting maniacs there was always a trade for the third-party soldier. A trade that Eyros had heard, and now experienced paid very comfortably as long as you put some effort into it.

This led him here, a small cantina that kept him warm and sheltered from the frozen wastelands outside. A hovel that he had managed to call home now for a few weeks as he prepared himself for the eventual reveal above them. To the Chiss he was just a traveller, another soul passing through.

To the Sith he was a useful asset ready to make some damn credits.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Csilla, Main City
Objective: Show the Violence inherent in the system
Allies: TSE



Alexandra yawned loudly as the hologram shut off, carrying on her a simple bag, and looking like a smuggler at best. Her appearance had been altered a significant amount as well as a change in her voice thanks to a few precautionary methods taken. The Last alteration was the most important though, that being a dark side aura that surrounded her, false of course but strong when not suppressed. If anyone remotely associated her with the Republic or the Jedi by her weapons, they would have no evidence otherwise.

For now though, said weapons were hidden and kept to the side. Her staff was collapsed and kept in that messenger bag she wore around her shoulder and neck while the sabers were slipped up into the sleeves of her outfit. All that remained out and in the open was a simple blaster pistol that she was tapping as she pulled the bag off her shoulder with the other hand.

Inside, aside from the staff, was a few explosives and nothing much else but the goal would be achieved with those few items. Her target, a statue that stood tall and high in the plaza that she was approaching now as she walked away from the hologram. It was of some sith, she honestly did not know and she sighed as her feet picked up pace enough to send her jumping over to the platform. With that she knew there would be someone along soon so she spent no time messing around and quickly removed the explosives, placing them at the statue's ankles before packing the bag back up and jumping once more.

Now she stood on the statue's shoulder, just waiting and watching as she held a remote detonator in her right hand.

It did make her wonder who might stop by and come to enjoy the fireworks that Alexandra had set up, the currently dark haired, red eyed, woman just grinning and waiting for the response.

 

[Darth Necrin]

Location: Csilla, main city
Allies: TJE
Enemies: TSE

Necrin sat in his Office, in the Capital of Csilla, when the messege from their emperor came. The holotransmitter on his desk came to life, and the image of Vyrassu emerged. They had expected an attack from Darth Carnifex's empire, and it seemed it was finally here. On Csilla, Necrin's homeplanet.

When the transmission was over, he turned on his intercom, which was Connected to the Whole city. Then he spoke: "Starfighters, deploy. Attack! Stop this invasion. Everyone able to fight, report to the military base. Show no mercy!" Many was already ready for the attck, and a lot of the Starfighters had already flown out. But those more hesitant now had their orders.

Necrin got up from his seat, and took his cloak which had been hanging on the wall. Then he took his lightsaber in his right hand and walked out of the building. He would not be flying to attack himself, but the city needed defending if the attackers ever came that far. When he walked out the door, the Cold hit his face. A marvelous feeling, he thought. The Cold had never bothered him. On the contrary, it felt good to him. The Cold gave him strength, where it took it from others. Now, he was in his element.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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What someone deserved was irrelevant, all that mattered was who had power.

The power to create life, the power to destroy it. The power to change the universe for better or for ill. The Sith were the ultimate extensions of this philosophy, for they alone held the fortitude and willingness to do whatever was necessary to achieve their desires.

The Emperor’s will was absolute, his words carrying a power not typically found amongst mortal men. When he spoke, others obeyed his command. Even now, tens of thousands of servicemen and women flung themselves into the conflagration at Cormit to divert the enemy’s strength. It was a carefully laid balancing act, focus too much to one side and the whole thing would topple over into the abyss.

While he and the forces surrounding him were to be the Hammer, those brave follows at Cormit could yet serve as the dirk.

Carnifex looked to the Sith surrounding him, Hashira pulsating with dark energies, and the sacred Kissai in their spiritual vestments. “When we make planet-fall, you will aid me in the destruction of their fortifications.” He said to Hashira, “Their power will be broken this day.”

A warning klaxon, multiple red indicators filling the tactical screen projected in front of the Emperor and his colleagues.

-:Enemy fighters, Your Majesty. Com-scan shows the enemy fleet arrayed above Csilla, defensive formation. The planet itself is protected by multiple planetary shields and anti-orbital weaponry. I would advise caution, a strong defense can repel ten times as many attackers.:- Spoke the synthetic voice of AQUILA, the onboard artificial intelligence that served as the primary Captain of the Behemoth.

“Very well, prepare to move the fleet into optimal position to target the planetary shield.”

-:Your Majesty, incoming transmission from the enemy fleet.:-

“Display it.”

A Lethan Twi’lek dressed in typical military garb appeared before the Emperor, bathed in cerulean holographic light. “Attention unidentified fleet! This is Fleet Admiral Gida Freetaa of the Jen'ari Empire. This is your first, only, and final warning, deactivate your weapons, shields, and engines, prepare to receive boarders, any further advancement will be seen as a hostile action and we will open fire.”

“How generous, a courtesy they should not have extended. Wasted breath serves neither of us. On second-thought, AQUILA, delay my last command. Briefly open our formation, commence primary ignition, and target one of their cruisers.”

-:As you command.:-

Even as the fleet maneuvered in accordance with the Emperor’s decrees, several of the picket ships turned their point-defense cannons towards the oncoming salvo of uranium hypervelocity slugs launched by the enemy fleet. AQUILA not only served as the captain of the Behemoth but also as the fleet’s premier tactical coordinator, his advanced processors allowing him to engage in multiple combat actions simultaneously. The point-defense cannons moved along their targeting trajectory as if magnetized, firing with an accuracy unreplicated by organic means.

Sunburst detonations filled the space before the Sith-Imperial fleet as uranium slugs were scythed through by point-defense fire.

Deep in the belly of the Behemoth, massive amounts of power were being diverted from Isotope-5 generators. Focused through gigantic kyber crystals and transported through several reinforced channels, the energy was compressed and compressed multiple times over, repeatedly focused via kyber crystals until it reached a highly combustible state. Acting quickly, the technicians and gunners situated in the firing control center streamlined that energy into a singular beam, which was then released via a firing relay mounted right on the prow of the massive dreadnought.

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The energy shot out of the Behemoth in a dazzling display of colorful light, streaking across empty space on a clear trajectory towards the nearest Jen’ari cruiser. The impact such a blast would have was considered to be catastrophic, capable of completely atomizing smaller vessels and ripping apart larger ones; fresh were the memories of the Super Star Destroyer Vanguard above Coruscant, shorn completely in two by a dual strike by the Behemoth’s and the Goliath’s kyber crystal cannons.

Whatever the effect the cannon had on the targeted vessel was neither here nor there, what was important was that there was to be no negotiation between the two rival camps.

Only war, only obliteration.

“Recharge the cannon and prepare to fire again. Enact my previous order, AQUILA. Prepare to move the Shield Breakers into position.”

Coming in at just five kilometers, the Ruin-class Shield Breakers were specialized battlecruisers designed to punch holes right through planetary shielding. Having learned through trial and tribulation at Serenno and Ossus, the Empire would never again find itself flatfooted against planetary shielding. Dozens of ships ranging from frigates to star destroyers moved in tandem around the gargantuan warships, eager to annihilate any enemy vessel that dared to come into range.

“Inform the other fleet commanders that now is the time to strike, and send the Pirate King my instructions. He will know what to do with these coordinates.”

[member="Darth Hashira"] | [member="Darth Vyrassu"] | [member="Gida Freetaa"] | [member="Helion'Nuruodo"]​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

EN ROUTE TO CORMIT

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7TH FLEET - BATTLEGROUP ELIDIBUS
HIMS ELIDIBUS - PERSONAL QUARTERS
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[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Tsair'ra'Nuruodo"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"] // ALLIES
[member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Darth Animus"] // OPPONENTS

"Dansen," Fiolette called out to her personal droid as she stood in front of the mirror, "regulation?" A single word question, as the Galidraani's personal protocol droid walked over and took a look at the Sith-Imperial uniform that she wore. The Rear Admiral had already gone through at least two visual rundowns, but for some reason hadn't trusted herself. The droid completed his inspection and informed her that she was good to go. "Right, inform the bridge that I'll be on my way." Fiolette ordered, and Dansen acknowledged the command before heading out of the room. Having finished her personal inspection she walked across the room and to her beloved, Taeli.

"We should be arriving near Cormit soon, and after that the fleet will move to Csilla." She informed the Sith Lady before her, "are you still sure about wanting to do this?" Normally Fiolette wouldn't have asked but things have changed. Then she supposed that same question was fair game for the Galidraani herself. She wasn't exactly safe with the fleet either, after all, each boat was just another coffin afloat in space. Fiolette hadn't even heard of the Jen'ari before the invasion plan was announced - they were a fringe group last she recalled. Then she supposed many thought the First Order had been another fringe Imperialist group, and now look at where they are.

For the Sith Empire though, the Jen'ari were more than just a fringe group they were heretics. So as the Emperor decreeds and wills, so too had the armada shown up. Which meant that Battlegroup Elidibus had been called to duty once more. The flagship and namesake HIMS Elidibus lingered toward the rear of 7th Fleet's current formation with the HIMS Dowager taking point. An array of blue hues cascaded across the Elidibus' sleek black exterior as it powered through hyperspace, and as the alert of revision went out Fiolette knew where she had to be. "Your ship has been prepared, it's ready for you in the hangar." She told Taeli a moment or two after the Lorrdian had given her, her reassurances. "Be careful my love, and come back to me."

The Rear Admiral shared another tender moment or two with the Sith before they parted ways.

On the bridge Group Captain Sentongo announced Fiolette's arrival. "As you were," she continued, "status Captain."

"All ships report ready, revision point has been recieved."

"Engage."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

En route to engagement zone
Allies: The Sith Empire [member="Fiolette Raaf"]
Enemies: The Jen'ari

Equipment: In signature

"I wouldn't worry," she said to Fiolette, giving her a small smile as she finished placing her last piece of armor on. "I'm not about to be charging out into the thick of the fighting, but you know that already."

Charging into the thick of fighting wasn't her way, and it hadn't been since the One Sith invasion of Kashyyyk. She much preferred to be selective in her tasks, and that would be doubly so now. Even so, she felt a deep burning hatred for the heretics that dared rise up on the galactic fringe. Whereas the campaigns against the Jedi and the rebels under Grayson had been fighting the old enemies, the right enemies, this was... this was maintenance. This would be a purge, a cleansing of the dark side of those that foolishly believed that they could challenge their hegemony.

"Be safe yourself," she continued softly. "And please, don't mess up the paint job on the Elidibus."

A small joke to break the tension and then they went their separate ways, Fiolette to the bridge and Taeli to her personal ship. As she took the turbolift, she commanded the dark side to herself, drawing it and centering it within her being, holding it fast as she drew more and more power to herself. Despite her reassurances to her beloved, she knew she was going to enjoy the task at hand of wiping out these upstarts. She would be joining the main force at Csilla while her beloved would take their fleet and show the enemy why she had reached the rank of Grand Admiral under her former employer.

"Apprentice," she said into her comlink to [member="Ithnan Cryo"], "Rendezvous with me on Csilla, and be prepared to burn out an infestation."

The turbolift opened, and she made her way past the honor guard and to her ship. She would arrive soon.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

Though, as Venthis continued to expand his skillset and knowledge. He didn't dedicate enough time to the Empire, he would soon change this or atleast that was the plan. This was first, a small stepping stone. The Jen'ari faced no threat? Of course not. They are but a fraction of the size of the Empire. They are just too blind or idiotic, possibly both, to realise that.

Closing his eyes, Venthis began to connect to his father, [member="Darth Prazutis"]. A mental connection between the pair was formed.

"Father, I understand you plan to completely obliterate them." He sneered. "Where do you want me? I've brought a friend." Venthis communicated.

Blood.

Turning on his heels, his cloak flapping in the air as he does heading to the cargo bay. He would attend to inspect his pet, reaching into it's cage, petting the enormous creature. Though, it came to no suprise this wasn't all the young Zambrano had planned for the soon to be thrill of time on Csilla. It was time for the party to begin.

Family.

Having a loved one threatened can turn someone to anything, even to the somewhat cold Chiss. Though that would all be revealed in time, for now. Blood, family.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Aboard the Behemoth
Allies: The Sith Empire | [member="Kole Harper"]
Enemies: The Jen'ari Empire
Objective: Infiltrate
Gear:

Spoiler

• Armor
• Rifle
• Pistols (2)
• Knife
• EMP Grenades (2)
• Thermal Detonators (2)
• Concussion Grenades (2)

There were two things that were a threat to the Empire. One, the undying light that hung on to their delusional hope and stubbornly fight against the impregnable machine of the Sith Empire. And two, schisms of Sith and Imperials that for some reason didn't align with the current order. They had their reasons, no doubt; but Djorn found them to be ignorant ones. Not only were they benighted ideals, but dangerous ones as evident by history and a current newfound Empire that established itself many moons ago. The only solution to these infidels and any future ones that got a similar idea was violence and destruction.

Something that would appease Djorn, it always had when facing the enemies of the Sith Empire.

While the Sith Emperor and the rest would be the hammer and and sword swinging and bashing down on these Imperial blasphemers, he and a few agents would be the knife and dagger to cut the veins and arteries of this Jen'ari Empire. Fighting something one couldn't see was more dangerous than fighting a thousand troops that were in sight.

In the hangar of the Behemoth was the Inquisitor standing by idly with his armor and gear. He could see his team approaching, a small squad of eight agents handpicked from the Saaraishash. All were different faces, but there was one familiar one whom he always selected in most of his assignments.

"Harper, nice to have you on board," the agent said in greetings towards the man, if one could even call it a greeting. No expression on Djorn's face. Just a serious face that told there was serious business to conduct with so much at stake. As new this Jen'ari Empire is, there was no fooling around when on a mission such as this. He wanted this in a clean, quick, and professional manner.

 

[Taru Cadera]

Post: 1
Allies: TJE
Enemies: TSE
Rank: Jen'ari Sith Apprentice
Weaponry: The Force & Lightsabers
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Kao Xusros stumbled quickly out of miniature arena which he had made on the outskirts of the main City using nothing but The Force to move the boulders and sand around into a bowl shape, not too deep and not too shallow... He had been practicing the art of throwing your blade at an opponent, and catching it too. It was working out fine, but then again, his targets had not been moving, the invaders would...

He had ran towards the main City once the noise of the sirens had made its way to him, anxious to see for himself what the trouble was. Not once during that dash did he look up, for his focus was on getting to the city quickly, not to see what the trouble was. He knew that it was an invasion, the sirens said as much, but he wished to get to the middle of the City in order to help out the most. Kao arrived into the center of the City just as @Emperor Vyrassu was finished with his holocast. Seeing that everyone else was looking up, he followed suit, and saw the reason to the scrambling to arms. The invading fleet was that of one Carnifax, which upon thinking the name of the Sith and of his empire, Kao instinctively spat at the ground in defiance. The Jen'ari Empire was the True Empire of the Sith, one far more ancient and powerful than that of Carnifax's. Kao thought to himself, and proceeded to spit again.

Emboldened by his loyalty, and by his hatred of that Carnifax and his empire, Kao rushed to prepare the defenses. He got the citizens who would not be of use during the defense to get into their homes and shelters, with this being mainly the elderly and young. Some youthful teenagers tried to help out, but their scrawny arms and dull heads would have been of no use to their defense, so Kao sent them away. His first goal was to move any reactive or explosive materials and caches into safe-places where potentially their explosions wouldn't endanger the lives of those defending the City and not destroy the city. Secondly, he asked for a silencing of sirens, mostly to let those defending the City not have to yell at each other in order to hear anything. Third, he shepherded those able to fight towards the Military Base, on orders from [member="Darth Necrin"] himself. This would be an interesting battle, but all in all, Carnifax *spits* would regret the decision to invade Jen'ari Space for the rest of his worthless life...

 

[grammaticus]

Post: 1
Allies: TJE, The Nice Guys
Enemies: Quite a few
Location: Csilla Star System

Darth Animus was quite as the Eternal Fury moved silently through the void of space. He had been prepared for the coming invasion, intelligence reports indicating for weeks the The Sith Empire's military build up and preparation. Animus had taken the time to fortify the Csilla system as best he could, with his own apprentices [member="Kao Xusros"] and [member="Scarlett Anderson"] having been dispatched to the surface of the world to assist in the defense. He trusted them far more than many other Sith in this galaxy, and was sure they would do as required. He remained on board his flagship, and rallied a fleet of starships for the inevitable battle.

The moment he had received word of the Sith Empires forces arriving, he had ordered his entire fleet to divide. They would not be able to compete against their foes in open battle, numbers and resources would not allow it. Instead, they would have to strike from the shadows, and weaken their foe. Their size would come to be their downfall. The enemy fleet had to spread out across a wide area to hope and secure the entire star system from potential threats, giving Animus his chance. As for the dreadnoughts the enemy had, the Eternal Fury's Harbinger Class Assault Cannon would give them the best chance. He just had to ensure it survived long enough to be put to good use.

"Deploy the fleet in full combat readiness, and scramble all starfighters. Have the Kojafonas bombers form up and prepare to launch strikes across the system. Order them to target isolated enemy vessels and squadrons. Have a few interceptors accompany each group. All other ships shall remain behind to screen the fleet as we begin our assaults." His orders given, Animus walked towards the front of the bridge, his eyes watching as the moon of Csilla passed overhead, and his fleet began their ascent from below the current plane of combat. They would strike from below, and without warning.

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

The Eternal Fury-Flagship, (5000 Meters)
5x Vyrassu Class Star Destroyers-Star Destroyers, (1800 Meters)
2x Daedra Class Star Destroyers-Assault Destroyer, (2000 Meters)
4x Bane Class Assault Cruisers-Assault Cruiser, (950 Meters)

 

[Ghost369]

Cinis was never one to question killing, but at least a small part of him was conflicted about killing fellow Sith. He would still do what he must for the Sith Empire, but wished he was fighting the Jedi instead. They were the true enemy, these were just rivals.

They may be far smaller in number, but a threat to TSE supremacy must be taken seriously. There can only be one Sith Empire to rule the Galaxy. All rivals must be eliminated.

Cinis and his troops came out of nowhere flying their fighters in a line behind him toward a wall of Jen'Ari fighters. They flew parallel to the enemy and fired one after the other across their line. The enemy fighters exploded in a stunning light show.

"Kark, I love blowing chit up." Cinis said, pleased with himself.

Just then he was informed Emperor Carnifex ordered the Behemoth to fire on a cruiser that was way too close to him.

"Fighters, fall back to the fleet before we catch friendly fire!" Cinis ordered.

After regrouping with the fleet it became evident they were preparing to destroy the planetary shield.

"Back to the hangar. Make your way to the troop transports and prepare to hit the surface." Cinis barked.

 

[Talon Varrik]

Lord Cineris had eagerly begun prepping the shuttle already, sensing two newcomers that had gone aboard the shuttle, one a young woman, and the second a man, not any man but something primal about him of course. It had left him strangely curious what to think of the man. Strong in the dark side both of them were, and it was clear that perhaps he needed more people for what would happen, the ideas that coursed through his mind on what to do to the Jen'Ari flooded his mind. He hated nothing more than the idea of heretics who dared to call themselves Sith, while not recognizing the might that is the current Sith Emperor perhaps the only Sith Emperor there ever will be and his name is Carnifex.

From the sensor readings that he was getting from the outside of the Hanger. Thousands of enemy fighters were being deployed, unknown of how many capital ships could be read. Cineris thought nothing of this, as with the forces brought the mix of Sith Imperial, and Chiss forces combined. Short work would be made of those that dared to stand against the might of the Sith Empire of course.

Looking at the pair as he started to ready the ship. His hands transitioning to the numerous systems of the shuttle, the gentle roar of the engines humming to life as he looked to the both of them, his mask slowly being placed with a snap hiss. "The plan is very simple of course. I sense that one of our friends, a mysterious monster on board this ship has a plan for a ritual. This is only what I have heard but I plan to make that more powerful, aiding him, I may need your help to do it. Then if nothing else turn the people upon these pretenders. Have them prove their loyalty to the True Sith by disposing of these heretics."

The Shuttle would soon be apart of the first wave, with the amount of firepower the Empire carried. Not even planetary shields would save them for too long after all they were not fools. They would suffer the wrath of the Empire

[member="Shan Ket"]
[member="Kaine O'Doran"]
@Varex

 

[Rakaan Horne]

LOCATION: THE BEHEMOTH
OBJECTIVE: INFILTRATE
ALLIES: [member="Djorn Bline"] - TSE
ENEMIES: TJE
EQUIPMENT: SITH-IMPERIAL STORMNIGHT ARMOUR

Harper, admittedly, reserved his own private thoughts regarding the prospect of engaging lightsaber wielding Sith. Hesitant, to be sure. The Android had certainly been privy to the capabilities of the Sith and the Jedi previously, and it didn't exactly inspire confidence or ease his mind. But, if they were to be successful in their covert operation then they were never to be seen, and any remotely concerning assumptions were wrongfully crafted. It provided a sliver of comfort. It weren't his responsibility, least entirely. Agent Bline carried such a weight, and for that Kole held no envy. Harper had always been preferential to the grunt-esc application. It were his synthetic skin that he covered.

The Droid, which whom concealed that specific detail, even still, strode throughout the area in which they met towards Bline as he kept a firm grip of his helmet beneath his arm whilst the other flowered freely, and the standard blaster rifle remained clipped to his belt. "And to be selected." He replied, offering the faintest of grins alongside a brief nod. The Agent had regularly accompanied Agent Bline in several assignments, and it wasn't entirely surprising after the selection notice had arrived.

His features, much like Bline's, remained rather neutral and expressionless as he then asked, "Has anything changed?" Particularly curios as to whether or not their given mission had varied in the slightest of details since the latest briefing that this eight-man team had undergone. It wasn't entirely unsurprising that methods changed, if anything it proved more promising. Ever fluid, never static.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

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allies: TSE
enemies: TJE

CSILLA: in orbit aboard a Sith Star-destroyer​

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Few worlds withstood the wrath of the true Sith Empire. The northern reaches of the Galaxy had been contorted into submission under the Dark Lord's guidance, and this maker-forsaken hellhole would serve as no exception. Darth Sibilus was certain of it.

The Sith Lord stood tall, and was perhaps an unexpected visitor to his comrades in the Empire for he had been in some sort of self-imposed 'retreat' as the Empire continued the cleansing of the Galaxy. He had not been idle; oh no. Not for one moment. The Lord of Torment had adapted himself. Fortified himself and overcame his obstacles and found himself as (what he hoped and honestly expected) a worthier Sith.

Csilla would be his testing ground. A proud day for the Imperial War Machine, and for the Epicanthix behemoth himself. Mighty golden spaulders lined his ebon tunic, and an equally glorious breastplate of similar majesty protected his chest from harm. A burdensome cape hung beneath his spaulders and down his back; the bloodied pelt of a Kral'in Luparj - crafted to keep him warm on such inhospitable worlds. Upon a discrete utility belt sat his blade, and the Sith Lord's fingers itched to grasp it and head to the war below. But he would bide his time.

The Force gathered darkly around the planet, and it beckoned the Epicanthix. He was drawn to the darkness now more than ever - he relished in it and had freed himself of childish ideals such as restraint and mercy under the Force's omnipotent guidance. However, the gathering of the Dark Side so feverishly disturbed him somewhat. The intimidating presence of the Dark Lord could be felt to even the least attuned of Force Sensitives from the flagship, but another dark being seemed to have infected the battlefield with his signature.

Was the self-proclaimed 'True Sith Emperor' here? Perhaps the war could be quashed before it had even truly begun with Vyrassu being slain..?

The thought was extinguished as soon as it came for the space around the ship plummeted into war. The bridge erupted; a cacophony of orders being hurled across to inferiors, and the distant rumbling of cannon-fire shook the vessel. His silence was still unnerving, his nonchalance unsettling and the so often stoic officers and commanders around him seemed to avoid his brutal gaze as if he could turn them to stone with just a passing glance.

"Let loose the hounds of war." the Sith spoke at last, inclining his head slightly to the (lesser) beings around him, before turning away and marching down the bridge ominously to his shuttle in the belly of the ship.