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

Location: The Behemoth
Allies: TSE | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Ahani Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: TJE | [member="Kaine Australis"]
Objective: Repel Boarders

War. It always called to him, always easy to seduce Vilaz Munin from times of peace. Though he felt shame for not decreasing his numbers of raids and battles as he promised to his beloved wife, he still marched forwards with a beskad sharpen by a grindstone that was ready to cut into flesh to break bones and allow blood to paint the floors. While there would be glory to attain from today’s battle, there was reason as to why the Warlord had come and joined the ranks of the Dark Lord’s forces. It was to eradicate Sith that seemed to be very radical to his eyes.

What an odd thing to say about the Jen’ari Sith, and comparing them to the Sith Empire. The Concordian was vigilant about wielders of the Dark Side of the Force, especially those of the Sith Order; however, it didn’t stop him from attending the battles of the Sith Empire with the Emperor having him close to his guard and battalion. So what was the difference between the Sith Empire and the Jen’ari Empire to Vilaz? It was that the latter’s current Emperor lacked professionalism and a conscience when compared to Carnifex. The Mandalorian had the respect of Kaine Zambrano, and the man certainly knew how to treat his allies and others that maintained a mutual relationship with the Dark Lord. So far that was nowhere to be seen with this Darth Vyrassu and his Empire. If there was, then there wouldn’t be a number of Chiss Loyalists that raised a fist of defiance against the Jen’ari Empire.

Those actions alone spoke in great volumes to Vilaz and knew he had to join the fray in order to desist this Empire and cease its expansion before it turned societies of the Chiss in its current state. Not that he cared what happened to Chiss, but he would’ve done the same if some faction claimed his assets.

Aboard the Dark Lord’s flagship, specifically the hangar the Munin stood at ready with a platoon of his clansmen that he personally selected. They were the minority of the Behemoth’s crew, but still received respect from the Imperials. Just don’t get in their way and same respect shall be shown. They were waiting for Carnifex to join them and bring havoc to the Jen’ari’s forces on Csilla until he heard alarms and announcements of Mandalorians boarding the battlecruiser. Now that perked his ears. Jedi and Mandalorians were always his favorite subjects to slaughter. But why would he go against his own people? They weren’t his people anymore, not with the current Mandalorian Empire ruling Mandalore and its other colonies. He only had loyalty towards his clan and those of House Vizsla. Other Mandalorians outside of that were potential targets that needed a beskad piercing their hearts.

”I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s our new objective,” the Warlord stated to his warriors before marching out to leave the hangar and find these Mandalorians that boarded the Behemoth, Sith-Imperial Marines also organizing to repel these boarders. This would be a treat to both him and his warriors.
 
Location: Daena-class Assault Carrier, Sith-Imperial Armada attacking Csilla.
Objective: WAR!
Equipment: [member="Aitir Kor'sa"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Reports ticked in to Joycelyn’s com with updates from the battle around them: The hammering of the Behemoth and Goliath’s weapons against the planetary shield; the counter-attacks on the Behemoth and consequent force storm that crushed the solid projectile; the arrival of Raaf’s reinforcements. The factors churned around in her head as she considered how to best exploit the situation.

Darth Abaddon is on the bridge above, is he not?” “Ord- Offer him the opportunity to aid the Emperor against the attackers.

Heading the boarders off by boarding behind them would cut their means of escape and trap them between the hammer and anvil. Joycelyn would do it herself and reap in the glory of rescuing the Emperor herself, but she was tied to the assault on the surface.

Ready the dropships.She shouted to the handlers of the ZverisNext time it flickers, we are going through!

She reached up to her com to pitch through to the bridge. Her face appeared on the coms, surveying the faces that responded.

Lord Abaddon, Captain. She lowered her head in deference, but kept eye contact.Mercenary ships are assailing the Behemoth. One of the ships appears to be entering boarding-distance.” ”From our current position, we could launch a counter-offensive.” “We need the Behemoth operational to support our landing. The Emperor is watching, gentlemen, and the future of the Sith is on the line.

She looked for their reactions and let the words sink in.

I suggest Lord Abaddon lead the strike. Now if you excuse me, I have a planet to assault.

She terminated the connection, leaving the bridge to decide what they wished while she climbed on board one of the dropships. Yaitzun followed shortly after, signalling for the other dropships to move out. There were hundreds of them vomiting out of the central hangars of the Daena like an army of flying ants. Simultaneously, squadrons of SI-TIE/D automated starfighters streamed out from the side hangars and weaved in to protect the flanks of the dropships as they skirted out of the fight and toward the surface.

They headed for the flickering sections of the shield, having the automated starfighters form a buffer between the dropships and the battle, and absorb shots, even at the detriment of the automated ships themselves. They were made to be sacrifices, and played the role richly.

If Darth Abaddon decided to take the mission to the Behemoth, there were many ships left to support his attack and legionnaires to infiltrate with him.

Every living thing in the Daena and its dropships, would be able to feel the blessing of Vahl flowing from Pythia. Joycelyn clutched the hilt of Zaudraka. Its sinister presence brought her comfort as she exhaled through the nose and focused. She felt the fire of Vahl swelling in her chest and she felt the eyes of her father on her neck.

They were watching.
 
Allies: TJE
Enemies: TSE
Objective: stop the raptor squadron [member="Keira Cerdulan"]

As the dark eagle squadron zoomed through space thrusters at full blast, Nicole caught sight of the Raptor squadron, this was their chance, spinning the stick she sent her plane into a barrel roll, pulling a j-turn she quickly followed the squad closing on them her squad screamed behind her, she needed to get a lock on one of the ships, she knew it would be near impossible to lock onto the lead ship so instead she aligned her fighter with the first bomber on the left side, she fired several shots from her proton cannons if they hit the first bomber engines would be on fire, if she did hit she would line up to take the next bomber, her other fighters moved into position and try the same maneuver. "Lets get them Dark eagles"
 
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#Soon​

Aboard the GCV “Xanthus.”
Spyridon - Class Astral Catamaran.
Translating to Realspace.
Csilla System.
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Command Deck

As the warning klaxons continued to sound, filling the nameless Praefectus’ ears with their incessant wailing, the gilded droid looked towards the nearest extruding speaker and pulsed for silence. While the automaton could easily silence his audio-receptors to drown out the sound, such an act would also deny him the chance to learn, and respond to any of the queries made by the organic members of the crew. Having learned what folly that would bring during an operation, his - as his programming defined his gender - action was more for the benefit of his fellow Officers, rather than his own. There was slight ease of tension around the command deck, as the organic crew placed less effort in ignoring the pulsating lights and the various alerts that filtered through the ship’s internal communications system. They could, as the Thyrsian’s put it, focus on the task at hand with little to no distractions. While it wouldn’t be close to the efficiency of a machine, it was better than having their minds pulled in various directions at once. There was marginal room for error during this contract, and the Praefectus wished for everything to go smoothly.

His assigned task was to ensure that his Sun Guard superiors made it to the frigid surface of Csilla alive, and intact. Once the planetary assault was underway, and the entirety of his Carrier’s holds was emptied, then he was able to consider his portion of the entire strategy complete. It would allow him to explore the various possibilities that would inevitably present themselves on an enemy-held world. He’d be able to showcase the firepower, while significantly reduced in comparison to other Thyrsian vessels, that their solarized weapons possessed. Although many of his potential targets lay within, and underneath the surface of the planet, it was likely that there were several installations built atop the frozen tundra that would suffice. Be they relay emitters for the expected planetary shield or several surface-to-orbit batteries, it ultimately didn’t matter. So long as he was capable of showcasing his prowess. While ambition was an entirely organic trait, the Praefectus wanted to move up within the ranks of the Golden Company; not because of the pay - but because of the capabilities and responsibilities higher ranks would afford him.

He wanted to tax his system to the limits and push beyond them if it was possible. Having a higher rank, and being able to communicate with a dedicated warship - rather than a Carrier that held no Starfighters - seemed the logical route to take. Sure, an organic could say that organizing planetary assaults, and keeping their mind focused on the world around them would be astronomically difficult, but to the Praefectus? That only took up a portion of his processing power. It helped that a majority of the Thyrsian systems were automated, and controlled by a hive-network of connected Droid brains, as communication between them all was almost instantaneous. There was more that the synthetic lifeform wished to cover, and convey towards his internal data banks - but the Starship’s process of reversion came to a sudden and explosive close. There was little time for such fruitless endeavours. Instead, the Praefectus dedicated a vast portion of its hardware towards contacting the Sith-Imperial BattleNet and getting updates on their overall progress as the gilded starship dropped back into realspace with a flicker of pseudomotion.

The integrated Hyperwave sustainer allowed the Xanthus to punch deep into the heartland of the Chiss Ascendancy, bypassing several portions of the defence network that would’ve otherwise left them adrift, and disabled. Such tactics were employed the galaxy across and were utterly foolish in the end. While it was admirable the enemy forces desired to deny access to their territory, with how vast space was and how subjectively easy it was to navigate? It was better to know about any incursions, rather than attempting to stop them outright. An Empire would expend untold resources to ensure they remained isolated, and would inevitably find themselves utterly spent when the time came, and their borders were assailed by some alien foe. What they should’ve done was adopt a more mobile sphere(s) of defence, by establishing a comprehensive network of early-warning stations that would allow battlegroups to be marshalled and sallied forth to repel the invaders. Sadly, the greater mindset across the galaxy was the firm belief that more guns on the barricades meant that their star systems would be secure.

With such static means of defence in place - it made bypassing it altogether all the easier.

Thus, there was little interference to the Xanthus’ advance into the star system save for the celestial bodies that existed prior to the Jen’ari occupation, and subsequent acquisition of the Ascendancy heartland. As their sensors, and targeting matrix adapted to the dimensional change, and the connection to the Sith-Imperial BattleNet was strengthened, the Praefectus nearly chirped in amusement. It seemed that the heavens above Csilla were sheathed in aetheric mail - but flickered as power was drained from it’s projected surface. Supposedly, there had been some issue with the shield as it halted the expected projections of several high ranking officials within the Sith Empire. However, that was nothing more than hearsay from the various reports that could be accessed by the ‘limited’ access to their contractor’s battlefield communications. The Praefectus simply discarded that information and returned his artificial consciousness back to his mobile platform. Without missing a beat, the droid stepped forward and ordered his command crew to push the Xanthus towards the surface.

Although the planet was still shielded at the time, it would fall just as the Carrier entered the planet’s orbit. Should their path not be intercepted by the surface emplacements, the orbiting defensive fleet, or the spatial debris - the Golden Company would make planetfall in tandem with the rest of the Sith-Imperial Legions. They would not be left behind, whilst their contractors reaped a bloody toll against the Jen’ari.

Glory would be theirs, and the possibility of ascension would be the Praefectus’.

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Primary Deployment Hangar

With the Carrier moving towards the failing barrier, and the planet’s surface thereafter, Khonsu Amon found himself on the primary deployment deck - where there would normally be four squadrons of starfighters berthed within. Instead, the fighters were dispatched with one of their new Thychani Trierarch’s to the Chiss Ascendancy’s southern reaches to aid the woman in breaching the bulwark there. In their place, however, this allowed for a greater portion of the Thyrsian Auxilia to dwell within the Xanthus - as they would make their temporary homes in empty starfighter repair bays and emptied cargo holds. Thankfully, their stay wasn’t an extended one, and there was little from the vessel’s stores that was required to sustain this newfound population for long. They’d simply train, and ready themselves for battle, as it took less than a few hours for them to traverse alongside the second wave of Sith-Imperial warships before entering the targeted system. Their weapons would be cleaned, and their armour upgraded to withstand the frigid weather of the surface; for who knew just horrors awaited them beyond the shield.

Khonsu, himself, was gathering the last of his warriors from the Thirteenth Legion before returning to their appointed position atop the repurposed flight deck. They would ride into battle like ancient warriors from myth; astride mechanical steeds and armed with mythical polearms that would mow down any that dared to stand in their path. It was an amusing notion, especially when considering the larger picture. This was, for all intents and purposes, a religious crusade to scour a sect of heretics from the face of the galaxy. They were the gilded knights who were given the honour of riding out into battle, ritually sacrificing anyone they could find atop the altar of war. While there was likely to be less opposition on the surface, it was well known that their underground streets would likely be filled with hundreds, if not thousands of soldiers; waiting for the inevitable with blasters in hand. Those poor, unfortunate souls would die needlessly in the slaughter to come. They’d be thrown into a meat grinder, in the hopes of turning their enemy into mince -- before succumbing to attrition themselves.

It mattered little, in the end. Their fate was to end up as nothing more than a cooling layer of mist coating the gilded majesty of his combat swoop. What they thought; How they ended up on the wrong side; All of the questions that his enigmatic mind could conjure were pointless, and utterly a waste of time. Instead, the Sun Guard focused on his surroundings. He watched, almost impassively, as arming thralls rushed to his side - tethering the massive Force Lance to his arm - ensuring that its weight was evenly distributed across his armour’s powered exoskeleton. They blessed the weapon in their indoctrinated custom when they were finished, bathing the lethal edge with billowing tails of blown incense. While it did nothing for the weapon, it was a ritual indulgent from their appropriated culture. They believed it enhanced the lethality of the weapon, and that it would bring good fortune to its bearer. Although such beliefs were primitive, it set the minds of the more devout Thyrsian’s at ease.
The Sun would be with them. They’d ride into battle with all the religious fervour one could expect of zealots; especially those supplemented by a species that could tame stars and utilize their seemingly limitless power in enhancing their arms and armour.

As the Xanthus was bracketed by atmospheric fire, and the entirety of the vessel began to experience microtremors, Khonsu lifted his blessed weapon towards the stars and ignited the combat swoop’s anti-gravitic plating. Nearly twenty men, clad in the same gilded armour and bearing the same armament, did the same. Within moments, the entirety of the deployment deck was rife with the sounds of preparation and activation. Nothing save the sounds of war could escape the deafening chorus. The Golden Company would be ready, but there was a part of the Thyrsian Officer that wished he could say the same for his contracted foe.

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

Lark

Saint of the Damned
Location: Csilla surface
Allies: TSE [member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Azriel Mortii"]
Enemies: TJE

After Tsisaar's other apprentice joined them, the trio quickly boarded a shuttle and made their way down towards the surface of the frozen planet. The chaos outside the spacecraft could be felt throughout the whole descent, the crashing of ships sent shockwaves throughout their vessel and Lark could feel the inaudible screams of pilots who met their doom. Despite this madness, Lark couldn't bring himself to be anxious or nervous. He never was, at least not before immense confrontations such as this. If they died, they died. He idly picked at the material of the seat he sat on, watching the dogfights through a window like one would watch a particularly uninteresting movie. Right now, it was all just a show to him. His part would come soon enough.

What seemed to be only moments later, their shuttle landed, successfully making it through the flickering planetary shield. They stepped out into the arctic landscape, a harsh wind tried to push them back into the warmth of the ship. But they pushed through, and soon Lark's boots were crunching on the ice and snow. He wore a heavier cloak than usual, although the cold never bothered him to much. He kept his hood down, letting his blood-red hair blow back in the wind. The three of them were to infiltrate a nearby crevice and disable the planetary shields and other defenses for good, while ensuring that none of their enemies lived long enough to stop them.

They trudged along, searching for the fissure that was surely nearby. Lark looked towards the unfamiliar apprentice, he must have joined the Sith Empire sometime after Lark had made his departure. Azriel, Lark thought his name was. It didn't look like the lad had ever been in a fight, at least not one like what they were approaching. He had learned that appearances could be deceiving, Lark himself was evidence to that. But he couldn't have anyone slowing them down. "A word of advice," Lark said softly to the other acolyte. "In fights like this, panic is your greatest enemy. If you can think with a clear mind, you already hold a great advantage over your regular opponent. Hesitation kills. Show no mercy, for you should expect none from our enemies."

Or from us, if you fail. Lark left those words unsaid, no need to bring unnecessary anxiety to the acolyte. After enough time, this kind of thing becomes second nature. Lark gazed upwards, letting the snow speckle into his hair. Soon, he knew, they would plunge into the frigid depths below. And when they did, they had to be ready for anything.
 
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Objective: Power.
Location: Csilla, in orbit
Allies: TSE - [member="Khonsu Amon"] | @Kaalia Pavanos
Enemies: TJE
Equipment:Black Lotus (Lightsaber), Erin's Robes, Sith Amulet, Shadowclasp

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Er'in stood thoughtfully, considering the point that had been made.

She watched the space-born destruction with a detached eye, uncaring for the distant bloodshed, the desperate struggles and conflicts - the loose Sithspawn, the Vong-tech defenders, the immense clash of capital ships.

No. Er'in watched the ebb and flow of the Force, watching how the Dark Side flowed from one side to the other. The swirl of energy around the Emperor's self-belief, the flood of bloodlust swirling back to the defenders as no quarter was asked for and none was given.

She utterly failed to notice her companions thoughts or mood, focused as she was on the warp and tug within her soul - the flutter of the dark flame that blew back and forth between the competing forces.

Fools.

This was not power. That was not the lesson here at all, not the purpose. The Dark Side would - and could - triumph over all that had been laid before it, and the Dark Side did not require slaughter or suffering. It was always there, a product of every death, every struggle, every binding force. It was the change and struggle in the universe - and within each soul.

"The defenders are angered, the planetary shield must be showing fractional gaps." She commented softly. "I will protect us and the first wave of our landers."


She held her balance with ease, reaching down to the sacrifical knife on her belt and opening a vein with practiced, agonising ease.

"Born kash Xela."


The blood spiralled unnaturally to the deck, following the flow and ebb of the energies that surrounded it as Er'in effortlessly guided it into a loose circle. The working - the hardest she had ever attempted under stress - had begun. No Lord of the Sith, perhaps, but Er'in had near mastery of Sorcery - untested, perhaps, but no one who wished to look or feel could fail to sense the gathering swirl of pain - the thoughts and feelings of the wounded and dying from the vast battle around her - as it was pulled into the circle and in turn into the sorceress within.

 
[SIZE=11pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Descending to Csilla orbit[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]TSE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]TJE, [member="Nicole Callix"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]One of the bombers of the newly formed taskforce quickly burst into flames, the pilot and it’s precious cargo consumed in a rolling multi-colored ball of fire. Keira shot out a string of cuss words in a wide variety of languages, now they had to actually deal with the enemy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Scatter!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The taskforce began to scatter, the actual fighters of Raptor Squadron were thankfully those more elite TIE/SF, far from a slow and bumpy bomber. And those new fighters were sure to show their benefits, Keira punching upwards unnecessarily and shouting at her ship.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Blow them up or something! The techs gave you a gun for a reason you hunk of junk! Shoot them! Blow em’ up! Fill you full of all the fuel I can buy if you get three of em’!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Little did Keira know, a droid brain did not mean sentience. But what did the little slum rat actually know about tech other than what made the Starfighter make pretty lights and go fast? Not very much, truth be told. Ironically enough the ship did begin firing though, as well as the few other TIE/SF present in Raptor Squadron had their aft Heavy Laser Cannons spray bolts backwards at their attackers, Keira could care less if they actually hit, the entire goal was to simply scatter them right now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This is Captain Cerdulan of Raptor Squadron, requesting support.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Got some fighters hunting our bombers, rather not be flying to the surface with scrap metal.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]About as “respectful” as she’d get when it comes to requesting support, a few grunts accompanying her message: slightly preoccupied with trying not to die.[/SIZE]
 
Objective: Infiltration
Location: Csilla; In orbit
Allies: TSE
Enemies: TJE

Zoltan sat at the cockpit, his hands gingerly clasped against the controls of The Sabretooth. He swiftly navigated his XS-Stock Light Freighter through the blackness of space as warships and fighters blasted canon fire all around him. His jaw was taut as he maneuvered through the battlefield, his current objective of getting to the surface behind enemy lines in one piece.

Just a few hours ago, the Sabretooth had been docked inside one of the many larger capital ships of The Sith Empire, awaiting orders for deployment. Zoltan hadn't given the mission much thought: it was a job like any other. Get underground to the city, wreck havoc from the shadows, get out, get paid. That was the plan. That seemed to always be the plan.

The Anzat shifted in his seat as he expertly avoided yet another strafe of blaster fire. Finally, he was beyond the heat of battle, and when there was no sign that he was being pursued, Zoltan began to dip his ship down, blasting it into the upper atmosphere. The Sabretooth jolted and shook as it met the atmosphere's resistance, but Zoltan held her steady. With one hand, he flicked a switch and a holographic map of Csilla was projected in blue light in front of him. Studying the map, Zoltan began to plot a course to a suitable location to land his ship. Only then, would he ready himself for the hunt that was to come.

Zoltan let the anticipation begin to show on his face, the corners of his mouth curling upwards into a sly sneer. HIs flesh tingled as he thought of the euphoric sensations he felt when he fed upon the soup of his foes. That craving was both a blessing and a curse, one bestowed upon Zoltan as well as the rest of his Anzati brethren. His entire life's purpose was devoted to feeding. And he had spent the entire of his five centuries of life working to perfect the art of the hunt. Now the enemies of The Sith Empire, and I guess, now Zoltan's own enemies, were the prey, with the hunter stalking closer with every fleeting moment.
 
Objective: Bounty Hunting TJE Officials
Location: Csilla in atmosphere
Allies: TSE
Enemies: TJE

Cyran was currently in the middle of a chaotic crash landing over the planet. Starfighter spinning wildly as it fell to the surface with minimal control from Cyran in the cockpit. Some of people may be wonder, how did he end up in this situation. Well, it all started about two minutes ago during The Sith Empire's invasion at the start of a new galatic standard year.

You see mere moments before starting his hectic decent onto the planet bellow Cyran was just exiting on the many of The Sith Empire's battle ships. Cyran was eager to start his first wartime job. Despite being a part of The Sith Empire he never was invested in the politics. It was really just his employer for bounty hunting when a hunt caught his eye. However, as of very recently this Zeltron got himself into a relationship. So as of now he wasn't looking forwards to the conflict as much as he used to given that he now has something to lose.

Early onto his decent after the planetary shields went down things were going smoothly for him. However, not very long into his flight things went very poorly. Since Cyran were in the middle of a war zone soon after breaching the atmosphere debris from another wasted ship was in his flight path. Breaking off some of Cyrans own starfighter. Turing his flight into an aerial tumble.

So, after recalling how he got himself into this situation he got himself into he went back to the matter at hand. He wasn't going to let himself die mere moments into this conquest. He was a husband, and he was going to see his spouse after this. Flipping through controls in his cockpit he thought of a way as to how to get his ship stable again. Then he set the throttle of the ship to maximum effect. Despite the faster decent it began to stabilize the fall some. Eventually to the ship was pointing straight down. However, with no shields and with such speeds he quickly turned off the engines. As the speed of falling could rip what remained of his ship's wings into the air.

Now he just needed to find a place to land, and survive...
 

Matt the Radar Tech

ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʀᴀᴅᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜꜰꜰ
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CSILLA

Location: Central Command Station; Csaplar.
Objective: Ensure the removal of Jen'ari forces on Csilla.
Allies: The Sith Empire & allies.
Enemies: Jen'ari Empire & allies.
Mindful of reprisal should the boot be, which rests on the neck of others below it.
The readouts on the defense panels showed alarming amounts of damage being done to the surrounding Jen'ari forces, the Sith certainly maintaining their reputation for being efficient and furious. In fact, as the shield began to fail completely, the protection so relied on by the incursion empire, Mitth'orn'eruod couldn't help but smile. Things were progressing well, various elements of plans coming together to formulate pleasing results. It had been a good while in planning, with the Jen'ari foolishly believing they could scare the Chiss into submission and acceptance.

"Lieutenant, have any Chiss forces breached the lockdown at this point?" Mitth'orn'eruod asked, looking back to Nlurn'eputu'uoshu with red eyes.

"No, sir," Nlurn'eputu'uoshu replied calmly, her eyes flicking over several holographic feeds of nearby corridors and blast doors. "So far no indications of investigative forces. Should we maintain the lockdown?"

"Perhaps it's time to move into the next phase," The Vice Admiral said, rubbing his chin with a thumb and finger. "It would seem the Jen'ari have more pressing concerns to deal with than why their defense command was placed into lockdown... perplexing, as maintaining a strong defense is integral to surviving an attack. Either way, their lack of military understanding is now our advantage, and of use for our allies. Begin the next phase."

With a nod, the Vice Admiral gave the seated Lieutenant the order. She tapped the displays, removing the lockdown on the defense command. Blast doors would raise, corridor access would resume, hangars would be opened, however the alarms would remain for a time - standard protocol, where a predetermined state of escalation kept Chiss forces aware of any remaining dangers, until such time as the alarms stopped and they could resume normal operations.

"Send the transmission," Mitth'orn'eruod muttered, turning as he motioned for the nearby Chiss Commandos to regroup. "We will be moving toward the military hangar. Time to bring my fleet against the Jen'ari forces. Your colleagues should remain unconscious for a while yet, so lock the doors behind us for your safety."

"This is Lieutenant Nlurn'eputu'uoshu of Defense Command, all civilians and military forces be advised: the shield around Csilla has fallen," The female Chiss adjusted some panel settings, making sure the communication was stable. "Members of the Csilla Ascendancy are advised to prepare for landfall of Sith Empire forces, repeat, prepare for landfall of Sith Empire forces, by order of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force. This message will repeat, members of the Chiss Ascendancy are advised to prepare for--..."

The Leiutenant's words were cutoff as the large security doors closed in the wake of Mitth'orn'eruod and his Commandos leaving the room, with the group moving at quickened pace along the corridors of the command center. All but two Commandos activated their fractal-camo, effectively flickering from view as they spread out and maintained watch. It would be a short walk, then a quick shuttle ride, to reach the fleet Mitth'orn'eruod commanded in the CEDF base, then onward to dealing a fatal blow to the Jen'ari Empire once and for all...

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Throughout the city of Csaplar, the voice of the Lieutenant sounded from emergency broadcast holos and vocal systems. The command given, the message continuing on repeat. Those with the knowledge of what was occurring, the ones who defied the Jen'ari, heard the coded message and knew that now was the time to retreat. Armed civilians, military troops, commandos, all of them still loyal to the well-being and independence of the Chiss began falling back. With the Sith Empire closing in, ground forces soon to land, the plan was now to remove as much collateral damage from the battlefield; it wouldn't do to have allies kill one another, after all, and Mitth'orn'eruod wanted to ensure only a majority of Jen'ari forces and supporters remained to be slaughtered...

* * *

Meanwhile, Mitth'orn'eruod's small ground force entered another command hub corridor. They saw a squad of marines approaching at combat pace, weapons raised. The officer of the group pulled his marines to a stop, one gloved hand raised at the elbow, to which Mitth'orn'eruod continued walking toward them. For a moment both sides regarded one another, before the marine leader spoke, calling out over several meters.

"Vice Admiral," the Captain said, his men watching Mitth'orn'eruod and his pair of Chiss Commandos carefully. It was of note that their weapons remained pointed. "We've been ordered by Darth Necrin to check the status of defense command... there's been no response from them."

"Of course not, Captain," Mitth'orn'eruod said, one eyebrow raised. He placed his hands at the small of his back. "There was a lockdown. Communication is limited during a lockdown, to ensure operational security."

"Yes, sir, I understand that," the Captain replied, jaw clenching. "But a lockdown also means there's been some kind of intrusion or attack made on the base. So we need to find out who or what, sir."

"You've been saved the effort, Captain," Mitth'orn'eruod replied quickly, clearing his throat. "You will notice defense command has been restored to cautionary status, communications are active, and a warning transmission is in effect... thankfully those responsible were dealt with."

The marine hesitated, glancing to his men. One activated his comm on the emergency frequency, hearing the words of a female officer.

"...--Sith Empire forces, by order of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force. This message will repeat, members of the Chiss Ascendancy are advised--..."

The comm was deactivated, the marine resuming his position with weapon raised. Mitth'orn'eruod hoped the next method would work, confirming stances in the conflict once and for all.

"Sorry sir, we still need to check it out." The Captain insisted. "Orders are orders."

"What is your name, Captain?"

"Captain Tlir'ilus'maimoc, sir... why?"

"Captain Tlir'ilus'maimoc, your orders have been fulfilled, defense command is returned to a cautionary status... I suggest you return to your commanding officer for more important tasks."

"I... sorry, sir, we can't do that," Tlir'ilus'maimoc responded, shaking his head. "Definitely need to check defense command now. Confirm it's secure."

Mitth'orn'eruod paused a moment, considering.

"Are you and your men part of the Csilla Ascendancy, Captain?" The Vice Admiral asked, inclining his head.

"Cs... Chiss Ascendancy? Yes of course, sir," Tlir'ilus'maimoc seemed genuinely confused, which was a shame. "Why would you ask?"

"Not the Chiss Ascendancy," Mitth'orn'eruod said in a slow, low tone. He wanted to give the marines one last chance to recognize the code word in the transmission. "The Csilla Ascendancy..."

"I don't understand, sir... are you implying there's some secret organization within the Jen'ari Empire and Chiss Ascendancy? Are you part of the Chiss resistance forces?" The marines began shifting, the Captain narrowing his eyes. "I'll have to ask you to come with us, Vice Admiral. Please place any weapons on the ground. You're under arrest for suspicion of treason against the Jen'ari Empi--"

Mitth'orn'eruod flicked both of his thumbs behind his back. From along the hallway, a dozen stun rifles opened fire. The Chiss Commandos' forms flickered between bright blue shots, as the marines were caught unaware by the camouflaged specialists that had been observing the exchange. Several marines managed to get off shots, but they were hasty and missed their marks, and by the time they registered who was firing at them they were hit by stun blasts. When the last marine fell to the ground, body twitching and eyes lulling back, Mitth'orn'eruod walked by and sighed...

"I'm sorry, Captain... but the Jen'ari cannot be allowed to be our new Iron Empire. I hope you will understand when this is over."

Motioning to the marine squad, Mitth'orn'eruod continued walking. Several Chiss Commandos broke off, securing the stunned marines, removing all of their weapons and equipment, before placing them in nearby quarters and maintaining watchful guard directly over them. The remaining Commandos followed the Vice Admiral, as they once again faded from view, leaving just Mitth'orn'eruod and his pair of Commando guards visible...



[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Necrin"]​
 
Animus was silent as the shields across the Eternal Fury became a rainbow of colors as enemy weapons fire began to hit them. The sheer weight of shielding and armor of the battlecruiser ensured it could shrug off a majority of the incoming fire with little effort, though prolonged combat like this would not do well. He swiftly began issuing orders as more weapons fire began raining down on the fleet, with his larger vessels being targeted.

"Deploy all Bane Class Assault Cruisers to defend our Star Destroyers, interlocking shield and weapon lines, with priority given to the Daedra. Deploy Three defense rings of interceptors around the fleet, each one to engage but not pursue enemy fighters that hit it. Send word to all Kojafonas bombers across the system to make their way back here now, and for all fighters wings assigned to them to cover their approach. They are ordered to focus fire on star destroyers and their torpedo vessels. Once all missiles have been fired, bombers are ordered to disengage and run like hell, and make their way back here to be rearmed." His first set of orders rang out across the bridge as the crew jumped into action. Hundreds of interceptors shot away from their holding positions in the fleet, forming defensive cordons at range to intercept incoming enemy fighters and bombers. Bane Class Assault Cruisers moved from their positions along the edge of the fleet to assume positions of overwatch above and near the Star Destroyers of the fleet, adding their considerable anti-fighter weaponry to their defense, as well as soaking up some of the incoming fire. The incoming torpedo's and missiles finally struck the fleet, explosions and detonations across the fleet. They would need to destroy those vessels before they could fire another volley.

"Have all other cruisers and frigates form up in Dark Catrice formation. Order the Daedra to begin targeting and firing on their torpedo and missile vessels first, and all Vyrassu Star Destroyers are ordered to engage the enemy combat fleet at large. Keep the enemy ships pinned down, and any vessels that begin breaking formation are to be targeted with all available fire. Send word down to the gun deck, have the Harbinger brought online, and begin firing at will as targeting is lined up." All across the Jen'ari fleet, weapon fire erupted from guns, hurling back up at the Sith Empire fleet. Several Ion cannon blasts began to erupt from the waiting Daedra class vessels, while a single Ionite tipped warhead was fired from the Harbinger aboard the Eternal Fury. Along the edges of the enemy fleet, the Kojafonas and interceptors wings dispatched earlier in the battle were making their return, their weapons primed and advancing with fury.

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)


[member="Fiolette Raaf"]
 
The heavy door collapsed inward, the bridge lay open to the boarders.

But there was no one to greet them, not initially at least. No technicians operated the myriad of control consoles situated around the command deck's upper walkway or in the crewman pits. It was as if the entire command staff had disappeared, melting into the labyrinthine interior of the Behemoth before the Mandalorians made it to the bridge. What was waiting for them was a single droid, standing roughly one-point-eight meters tall and staring at the assembled group with gleaming red photoreceptors.

Then, without warning, the droid's body began to extend; limbs growing and central torso rising until the droid was a full two-point-five meters tall. Holographic projectors all over the droid's body bathed the entire bridge in cerulean light as it took on the form of the Behemoth's master.

The Sith Emperor himself.

"Interlopers," began the droid, the Emperor's voice heavily synthesized through the droid's voicebox, "You are either very brave or very foolhardy to launch such an audacious strike on my flagship, and for your boldness, I must commend you." Deep below the command deck, a single grav-lift began to rise up through a secret lift-shaft not included on any accessible technical readout. It ran off of a separate power source than the one that powered the bridge, which had been purposefully rendered inoperable to dissuade the boarders from taking control of the massive dreadnought from the ancillary bridges buried beneath the superstructure.

"But your intrusion has come to an end."

As the grav-lift neared the top of the shaft, a large section of the floor behind the captain's chair receded back into the floor. Initially, there was only darkness as the holographic image of the Emperor faded as the droid returned to its normal configuration, shutting down and collapsing onto the floor in a heap of metal. Then one tentacle shot out from the shadows of the shaft, latching onto the metal for purchase as several others soon joined it. The tentacles lifted up a bulbous body of leathery orange skin riddled with light-sensitive receptor buboes, whereas a circular mouth lined with shredding teeth emitted a guttural roar of hunger and violence.

It was a Rathtar, albeit one that had been genetically modified by the Emperor and his most diabolical scientists (I.E. [member="Taeli Raaf"]) in their laboratories on Bastion. Its skin was highly resistant against blaster fire, small-arms fire, and other forms of kinetic trauma. If left to its own devices, these modified Rathtars could reproduce by fission after a single meal, greatly expanding their numbers in a short amount of time until they became nearly impossible to contain.

And it began to lunge and reach for the nearest Mandalorians.

[member="Darth Hashira"] | [member="Ahani Zambrano"] | [member="Vandra Zambrano"]
[member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
 
His father spoke. The twisted flesh and bone of what was left of Venthis would act.

The vessel Venthis was in, would immediately roll heading directly for the shield generator. He would do all he could to disrupt it's attempt to prevent the true force of the true Sith. Firing his ships weapon systems, instructing his pilots to aim directly for any source of power or anything giving off any sort of energy reading. "Do not fail me, men. If you do - you don't want to know." He snarled, with a brief chuckle leaving his mouth as he gripped onto the railing within the cockpit.

A ring sat on Venthis' index finger, a green gem sat on top with the ring being shaped to look like a snake wrapping around his finger. Though, the gem would seemingly shift into a red hue every so often, at the same time his eyes would gloss over as if he were recieving a message. Another chuckle.

Eventually after continuous assault from not only the Sith Knight, but his allies the planetary shields would begin to fall in their miniscule glory. Holding off the oncoming true Sith assault for a matter of brief minutes. Nevertheless, it was time to end this.

Again the ship would roll and flip, making it's way down to the surface. Again, he would connect with his Father, [member="Darth Prazutis"], informing him of his success.

"Father, it has fallen. I'm heading to the surface, Sylpis is thirsty - I'll save some bodies for our studies." Again releasing a sinister cackle afterwards, his eyes flickered a flash of white before returning to usual though his expression something darker. He was ready.

His ship landed. The door's creaked open, revealing a taskforce of Chiss waiting for Venthis.

Though appearing from behind the Forgotten Wraith was his pet, he had brought along from the beginning. Sylpis his pet, Resnekar. With a hiss and a quick, swift motion the creature flung itself towards the Chiss and slaughtered them helplessly. It was glorious. Venthis making his way over to one of the broken corpses and kissing him on the forehead, leaning in and whispering into his ear.

"Sleep, sweet child. Know your body will be cut up and injected with various unknown substances, but don't fear I'll ensure your children watch. Long live the Sith Empire."
 
Location: Planetside
Allies: TSE, [member="Lark"], [member="Tsisaar Taral"]
Enemies: TJE
Objective: Hugs! I mean War!

As Azriel walked into the shuttle, that was the finality that he was going to be going to war and it was highly No. Extremely likely that he was going to perish. How could someone be as calm as the other acolyte or the his master, who he had seemed that everything was normal despite the fact that he was going to go into battle. He sat in the cold metallic ship, that hadn't even taken off and he was already stressing out. They hadn't even taken off from the hanger and he was already stressing out. He couldn't help but feel terrified and he was sure that he was showing it. What made it worse was the fact that no one seemed to be as scared as Azriel was. Azriel was about ready to pass out and they hadn't even left the bloody ship's hanger.

Azriel was so deep in his head that he pretty much blanked out the fact that they had never even left until they left the ship. That was when he had heard the explosions and the fear that overwhelmed him was something that he had never felt before. Being in a metal box with no chance of escape terrified him more than anything. That was the fear, he couldn't escape even if he tried. For the entire trip in the ship, Azriel kept his head in between his knees, looking like just a ball when he had his robe on. Flying was a fate that he decided was equal to death.

He almost gave a sigh of relief when they finally got onto the planet, that was when he finally felt a sense of relief and he eased up a little bit when they landed. However, when they were landing, that was when his master decided that he was going to give a pep talk to them both which was clearly aimed at him due to the fact that he was sure that that he was told to show no mercy, which was what the other apprentice Lark, told him as they trudged through the snow and ice. He could tell that this would not be an easy task at all, yet the others took it in their stride and they accepted the fact that they were going to murder people. If they attacked Azriel first however, he would have to defend himself and if that was the case, he wasn't going down without a fight, even if he wasn't looking forward to killing something.

[member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Lark"]
 
Csilla_Invasion_locations_Orbit.png
Objective: Maim. Burn. Destroy.
Location: Csilla, in orbit -> landing
Allies: TSE - [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Erin Tenel"] (Will wreck shop in your honor o7)
Enemies: TJE
Equipment: In signature



The words that spilled from Er'in's mouth returned Avacyn's mind to reality in a split second, realizing that the wait was over. The corruption in her eyes burned brighter than before, every fiber in her body was prepared for the battle that was upon her. Within the Dark side she had found power and today it would grow even further, while the weak would meet their end at her hand. Little time was to be wasted, but she did find it only proper to address Er'in one more time before departing.

"You have my thanks. Then, this is where we part for now. Until we meet again."

With a sharp nod she turned to face the exit of the chamber and began to make her way towards the hangar, where the pilot of her personal shuttle already awaited her arrival, among those who piloted the vessels that would take with them the other Sith warriors that accompanied her. Not long after making her way on board the ship shot through space and towards Csilla's surface, protected by Er'in's sorcerous power. Inside the ship itself, Avacyn sat in her meditation chamber with her legs crossed and her eyes closed, seemingly in a state of calm, yet those strong in the Force could see the whirlwind that was her presence. The ghostly illusion that wrapped around her was fed by the darkened strength that hung all around her, becoming even more difficult to see through. Yet still, those who the woman considered as an ally would only see who she really was.

"Beginning landing sequence," the pilot called out, notifying Avacyn that the wait was now over. She rose to her feet, left the chamber, and stood ready at the boarding ramp as the shuttles landed, their boarding ramps all beginning to lower to reveal the ones who were to annihilate all in their path.
 
Location: Planetside - The city boarders.
Allies: TJE
Enemies: TSE

Khali couldn't believe her own senses. when she first came to this world in the presence of so many force users was overwhelmed for a time until she got used to it. but now as she looked up at the sky she could sense it... all the power of The Sith Empire clashing with the power of The Jen'Ari Empire. as enemy ships began to land on the planet she could smell the power of some of their passengers, some greater, some weaker, but all of them powerful... and so many of them. she could feel her hunger growing at the smell of so many force users so close and on one planet. she could smell monsters that glowed to her senses from the touch of the dark side, creatures tainted by the force. she couldn't smell through space and vacuum, but she could feel blood being spilled somewhere up in space, not far from the surface.

She stood in the streets close to the boarder of the city, trying to focus through the great amounts of distraction and presences in the force. she finally made a decision and focused on the scent of several dark force users already on the ground. she could smell them several miles through the ice, their scent being wafted along a hidden passage or crevasse in the ice.

The smell was intoxicating and she could feel herself beginning to change, but she bit her lip and drew blood to hold herself back. it wasn't time yet. she had to let the sith come, and she had to make sure that when they did she only attacked enemies. she dropped her hands down to her daggers again, watching the ships drop from the sky to land on the surface. She then began to move, ignoring the scent of [member="Kao Xusros"] and instead following the scent of these new unfamiliar force users. after a minute of searching she located the opposite opening to the crevasse.

She debated going in to confront these sith alone, but she knew she was no where near ready to face a dark lord if she found one, but she also knew she had a duty. Still she removed her comlink and contacted Kao to inform him of her position and to request support,

"Master, I can smell the sith coming through a crevasse. I am moving in and I will do a quick recon and see if I can learn more. at this distance I cannot discern their exact number, but I know at least one of them is extremely powerful."

Now that she was focused she could hear the heartbeats of the invaders, sense the blood rushing through their veins. she couldn't see them, but her eyes could almost see the trail that was their scent being wafted to her sensitive nose through the cold of the tunnels.

She had been training intensely over these few years and was very skilled in combat, but even though she is training to be a sorcerer, she couldn't hold her own if it came to force combat. she would be careful and use her surroundings to her advantage.

[member="Lark"]
[member="Kaine O'Doran"]
[member="Tsisaar Taral"]
 

Corey's OOC

And where were the spiders
Location: Heading Planetside

The Dark Jedi was stepping aboard the shuttle behind the Darth. The girl was a bit on edge with the fact of Varex doing his… thing. The blonde wasn’t too keen on what he was doing, it felt like a big, weighted Sith move. The Sith were a bit creepy, but she had to admit they had the whole Force thing down. Use it to keep people under control, and not be afraid of going above and beyond what was needed to be done. Shan had learned from the Jedi, and the New Jedi Order, it meant a lot that she wasn’t forcing herself on others, but getting rid of another Empire? That was important.

Stepping up to the cockpit, the blonde nodded. “I’ll find a site.” She nodded and sat down next to the navigation computer, and checking the cameras. “Are we wanting to follow [member="Varex"] and team?” Biting her lip, she flipped the cameras Looking back at the other who had joined them she smirked. He spoke funny, that was interesting. “You’re gonna be the brawler, then?” Would be good if he could grab the attention from Varex and then she could take her sabers and tear some of the Jen’ari apart.

Unless she could convert a few of them. But really, she knew that the other Sith were probably just as crazy as the current Sith, and while she wasn’t a Jedi, she knew that no group who got themselves organized based on a Force belief probably weren’t the safest to make a choice on how to run a government. She was a bounty hunter, and a Force user, it made her dangerous. “Got a few locations, marking them now.” She stated as she sent it to the HUD for the pilot.

“Lots of people.”

[member="Kaine O’Doran"]
[member="Talon Varrik"]
 
Allies: TJE
Enemies: TSE

Nicole cracked a grin as the first of the bombers went down, they had to focus on taking the bombers to stop them from taking down the high priority targets. "Alpha squad you are with me, we continue the pursuit, bravo you follow Dark 7 and take out those bombers" With that her squad split in half, 6 following the fighters and the other 6 taking off after the bombers, as the fighters had scattered they each picked a target "I got the leader" Nicole said starting to fire while also dodging the fire from the aft canons
 
Location: Heading for the surface
Allies: TSE
Enemies: TJE
Objective: WAR
Engaging: [member="Riamah"]

Darth Cinis sat in the Star Destroyer's hangar, again, with his soldiers and waited for the shield around Csilla to fail. Then he watched as green light shot from the Behemoth and took it down. The whole starship cheered and roared at the sight. It looked like time to give the soldiers a speech.

"YEEEAHH!" Cinis cheered, "Our time has come! It's time we make our way to the surface and show these Jen'Ari. . . These heretical traitors, that this galaxy has only one master. US! Our Emperor! Our Empire will rule and theirs will fall, for the Force is with us!"

He wasn't the best at speeches, but he tried his hardest and hoped it was enough. It seemed to be as Cinis' warriors cheered, "War! War! War!". He raised a hand to silence them so he could speak again.

"Remember, if you recognize any traitors I want you to try your best to capture them alive. We will execute them at a later time to make an example. Kill anyone else who isn't with us. Now. . . LET'S SEND THEM THE VOID!!!"

With that finished he boarded one of the many troop transports making their way out of the hangar towards the surface of Csilla. Almost immediately they came under fire, but their TIE escorts kept them mostly safe until they reached the surface.

Cinis looked around the troop transport at his best soldiers and nodded to them as if to say, "You know what to do. Don't die". These people were the closest thing he had to friends or family. He had confidence in them, but couldn't help worry for them. His train of thought was interrupted as the ship landed on the ice and opened its doors. The other transports landed with Cinis' and let loose their warriors, all hungry for Jen'Ari blood.

Most of Csilla's cities were under the ice, but a few defenders stood above it. They hoped they could stop or at least delay the Sith Empire's forces trying to get in.

Two Sith exited the transport ship, with Cinis between them. They activated their lightsabers and deflected incoming blaster bolts away from the side of their ship. As they moved forward three Imperial troopers came out from behind them and began firing back at the enemy. Then Cinis and the other two Sith lunged forward to cut the Jen'Ari in front of them to pieces. The rest of the troops entered combat after them.
 
Location: Heading for the surface
Allies: TJE
Enemies: TSE
Objective: Defence
Engaging: [member="Darth Cinis"]

The steps of the disguised Ra lead her closer to the surface of Csilla. Here the defenders were rallying to try and keep the incoming sith at bay. In the chilled air, she walked freely and nobody questioned why a droid was wandering around. A few people gave her odd looks, but nothing more.

Walking with purpose, it was clear to anybody look that this droid was on a mission.

What that mission was something only Ra knew though. Keeping the disguise on, she followed in the steps of the troops that were heading to the surface. Under the ice, there was no action for her to see. Above ground though...there would be her opportunity to fight the Empire that she so wanted to hurt.

She was not an official Jen'ari and did not follow their rules. Some of her people were here as well and had their own plans. What they were up to was on them and after this ended, then they could do something else together. These thoughts went through her mind as she advanced to the surface.

Once there, she activated some of the sensors on her suit and smiled as she saw a transport shuttle landing away from the city. Heading in that direction it wouldn't take long to reach her target. Whoever was on that transport would have to be taken away by a body bag.

Not making any serious move yet, when they did start to cross paths, all he would see was a simple droid coming his way. Under that suit was a woman that wanted nothing more than make a mark on the Empire she hated.
 

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