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

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Phi-class dropship[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] heading for the surface, from [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Daena-class Assault Carrier[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] WAR! Land an army on the planet.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Equipment:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt][[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]spoiler][/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Imperator’s Raiment[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Zaudraka[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Spear[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]SIF-7 Minos[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/spoiler][/SIZE]

The line of dropships and their supporting swarm of automated fighters soared through space, weaving away from combat as best they could while streaks of plasma chewed through the blackness around them. Every now and then, heavy fire of ion and turbolasers carved a swath through the swarm of SI-TIE/Ds like a hyper-focused solar ray guided by the sinister hand of a troubled child; burning insects in their wake. Parts scattered and floated apart until upset by other debris. The swarm bit back, returning fire with their laser cannons.

But the battle around them was the least of their troubles; the line of dropships parted into three sections with a tighter formation for defence as they entered the minefield. Immediately upon entry a mine blew up a swath of SI-TIE/Ds, but the lead Phi veered away just enough. The rest of the automatons tried to clear mines by firing on the ones they could detect, while the ships tried to steer through as best as they could.

A blast rocked the rear as one of the dropships oversteered and hit a mine. The hull shattered into a thousand fragments as broken bodies were flash frozen in terrifying roars and screams of pain. Claws, teeth, wings and carapace scattered out like the birthing of a new universe made entirely of beastly innards.

Joycelyn bit her lip hard enough to summon a bead of red as she saw the carnage, but she knew there was nothing she could do. They had known this would happen; a certain amount of materials would be lost in the descent. That is why they had brought more than enough for everyone to share. Another blast, another swath of automated ships torn asunder, and a dropship somewhat hobbled, but maintaining course. They were forcing their way through, and soon came the true challenge: The shield.

The head group sped up while the second and third slowed down. Joycelyn’s heart pounded in her chest so hard she could feel it in the tips of her ears, and practically see the veins in her own eyes. One move wrong and they would crash into a restored shield or find themselves sheared in half as the shield flickered into place. The shield itself as it continuously cracked and restored, appeared to her like an unsteady heartbeat, desperately trying to fend away death. Or perhaps it was a wall of flame: No Vahla feared the flame. It was their home, their birthright, the very hands of their goddess. They dove in-

They made it through.

The second group sped up to catch the next wave of flickering. Three automated ships smashed themsleves against the shield, but the dropships managed to slip past. The third group rushed ahead, the fighters made it through, and they had already lost a Phi to the minefield. Still, they made it through with some damages.

Now the snowy landscape of Csilla spread out beneath them. Joycelyn let out a breath of relief before she reaffirmed herself to her command

-And a new wave of anti-air fire rose against her. The automated fighters split off to attack the anti-air encampments, but the Phis still took damage. Smoke rose from engines and machines crashed against the ground: The descent was rough. Joycelyn threw one last look at the battle above; at the Goliath and the Behemoth, and the streaking lights and bright flashes of star combat. Now it was time for her to unleash hell upon this frozen earth and bury this heretical would-be empire under a mountain of flesh and steel. Her dropships landed on the snow

The black-armoured Darth Vornskr jumped out of the dropship and felt the wind tug on her cape. The fire of Vahl spread from within to warm her. Winter-armoured legionaries opened the dropships’ massive doors to summon the zveris stored within.

The battle had just begun.

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

Location: Zooming down planetside
Allies: TSE
Enemies: TJE, [member="Nicole Callix"]

Keira rolled her eyes. No support seemed to be coming, big shock. Seems they were running solo this time around, her eyes flicked over to one of her many screens. 100%, full stocked on missiles. Could bust down a dish with all that....rolling her neck with a crack she seemed all but oblivious to the chaos going on around her. It had become all but background noise now.

"Fine, you wanna dance you little Donkd ji muna ciken? Let's dance!"

Keira gunned her engines once again, zooming forward as she yelled a command into the comms.

"Bombers, move towards allied vessels if you can't move planetside. Everyone else! Planetside, let's go!"

She soon flicked to the more private comms of Raptor Squadron themselves, giving out half a challenge to her squadmates. No better place to form a bond than when the blood was flowing en masse, and she intended for her raptors to spill some blood.

"Let's teach em' what it means to chase a Raptor!"

And with that, the many fighters of the true Sith Empire zipped downwards, branching off to try and disperse the enemy squadron wherever able: Raptor Squadron was far from an inexperienced bunch. Keira zooming along faster than all the others, her cannon still spitting wild fire: the droid brain having a rough time keeping up just with how fast she was moving. But prevented getting a lock, and that was all she cared about.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Location: Csaplar, Csilla
Allies: The Jen'Ari Empire
Enemies: The Sith Empire

Soma sat crosslegged on the balcony of a skyscraper, breathing in the icy wind. It was a worthy test of their concentration to meditate while the battle raged in the sky above them. So, the others had come. It was... expected. When destroying your body isn't enough to send you into death's grasp, when your voice is the sole source of authority for a swathe of the Galaxy, when you have forged one of the most stable and far-reaching Sith Empires in the modern era and stand head and shoulders above all rival states, what do you have left that can be threatened?

Only your legitimacy.

What a petty comfort having at least irritated them is, they thought, but it seems to be one of the few ones we have. They tried to get a sense of how badly they were outnumbered, but the battlefield was an untraceable sea of lights drowning in the report of blasters. Closing off their other senses, they looked at the sky through the eyes of the Force, and... a sea of lights. How many pinpricks? More than worth counting, these things were fluid. Many. They didn't bother to hide their hostile intent, though the Force-users shone through like pearls in a sea of muck.

"Then as it is, so shall it be."

If necessary, they would stand against the tide alone. However, to take any meaningful action, their air superiority had to be shaken... as it was now, the Jen'Ari were outnumbered and outgunned. I will need to secure a dropship.

Like icy water trickling over their body, slowly covering them, they wrapped themselves in a simple illusion - a bird in flight. Spreading their ragged, feather-insect wings, confident in their false appearance and too small to appear on the average ship's radar, Soma took flight, buoyed by a fell, conjured wind, searching for prey.

 

[Tehkyram]

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

Objective: Total extermination.
Allies: [member=Joycelyn Zambrano]
Equipment: Lightsaber, Slayerskin, Deathfang

How long had Tehkyram been away from the battlefield? How long since he had felt that succulent lusciousness of death and obliteration? That joyous aura of life both sentient and mechanical manically plunging headlong into oblivion? Yes, Tehkyram had come home once more. He smiled a toothy grin as the anti-air fire exploded around him. His dropship hummed alongside the the others, following the lead of the Zambrano colonel. His request had been simple, to go where the firepower was. He had gotten his wish, and was assigned to oversee the landing of an armored company.

"Blast!" he heard the pilot say. Tehkyram didn't bother asking, he could feel the panic emanating from the colonel's dropship. She had been hit indirectly. Of course, she was relatively unperturbed, but the others were afraid of the end. How pitiful, to fear the abyss to such a degree! He watched as the ship sputtered and dropped itself down onto the snow.

"Land near the commander and begin deployment," he ordered. They did as commanded, setting the ship down near Jocelyn's crashed dropship. The others did as well, presumably following one of the two Sith's lead. They set themselves down, and disembarkation began. The arctic chill of the planet cut Tehkyram's exposed skin like a million tiny razors, but Tehkyram ignored it, moving towards the Colonel and relying on her warmth to offset his physical disadvantages. Armored hulls slid open to revealing tanks, walkers, and legionaries alike. He smiled again as he watched the instruments of destruction lumber out onto the surface, then he turned to look at the peaceful, snowy countryside before him. Death and horror on a cold and dead world, yes, it was perfection.

Tehkyram didn't know if it was the colonel's influence warming him, or his own malicious anticipation. Regardless, his thirst for blood was only growing. Annihilation was imminent. Death had come home.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

CSILLA

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7TH FLEET - BATTLEGROUP ELIDIBUS
HIMS DOWAGER - COMMAND
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[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Tsair'ra'Nuruodo"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Keira Cerdulan"] // ALLIES
[member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Gida Freetaa"] // OPPONENTS
[member="Darth Animus"] // ENGAGING

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vVulaCFNL4A&t=[/media]

The void was a spiteful place and within its holding laid a furious battle between the heretical Jen'ari and the Sith Empire who had come to dismantle them. Although this would not be without sacrifice, war hardly goes without its gain. Without the blood of hundreds, if not thousands all to satiate its own hunger just as the 7th Fleet watched in horror as the weapons fire was rendered ineffective. Scans revealed molecular shielding only, nevermind that gravity cared little for shielding and only for the mass that surrounded it. Their kinetic weaponry should have gone right through. Fiolette murmured a curse under her breath as she ordered the Rearguard to make use of their multidirectional long-range sensors. "Keep calm, carry on - reload and lock on targets. We're not changing our strategy, just our formations." It won't be long before the fighters and bombers would make their way here. Fiolette looked through the Vanguard's blip again, it was time to take the risk.

"Engage the flak and ion cannons," she remarked sending the orders through to those equipped with such weapons. Rocinantes and Muhktiars came into mind, and then the gamble she pressed forward with the Vanguard having moved into a V-formation, "take form interlock formation Auresh-Galidraan-Four keep our Star Destroyers on the rear, keep the formation on fifty-two degrees on the lines." Both the HIMS Revenge and Relentless packed twenty-four Scutum flak cannons each, as well as the new Mogh IIs, thirty-two per Revenge-type packing 40mm depleted-baradium casings with ball bearings ready to tear apart any starfighter that came near. "I want gun crews on the Storis, repeat, manual fire on the Storis," Fiolette ordered through the intrafleet communications.

With sixteen guns on each ship, their gun crews got to work manning the seventy-six-millimeter guns. Each one loaded with depleted-baradium solid slugs, and now each one manned by veteran gunners who looked to take out starfighters from a distance. The sound of the guns firing worked their way into the choir of destruction as the void robbed them all of sound but the visuals were just enough to form a brilliant show of light. "Engage ion torpedoes, lock-0n target, and fire when ready." Were Fiolette's last orders to both the Revenge and Relentless as the Dowager began a turn toward the Eternal Fury. The blip that was the Vanguard expanded as the Vittoria, Vendetta and Vindicator each launched their full wing of droid fighters. Dozens upon dozens of them unfolded from the bellies of their hangars and moved like a massive arrow with an aim for the Daedra-1. Ion cannons, laser cannons with a repeating blaster cannon - and then once in range, they would each drop a concussion missile. A total of one hundred and sixty-eight to be exact and once more each one would be headed for the Daedra-1. The Vindicator pack followed up with their own barrage of fire on the enemy star destroyer.

All the while the Vanguard's fast attack group the Rocinantes, the Seawolves, and the Muhktiars were now closer to their target the Daedra-2. Thankfully for the former two ship-types that held a high-speed rating, they were able to move around the weapons fire headed toward them. The Muhktiars took some damage with their lead having taken the brunt of the damage. As it stood the group locked in on their target as their range finders turned green, indicating that they were now in standard range. By now the fast attack group had been unleashing shrapnel for several minutes with their gunners ensuring proper cool down, they then watched with pride as the 7th Fleet's fighter group rushed by. The all-too-familiar sound of TIE's screaming past and lighting up enemy fighters and interceptors.

Deployed from the Elidibus, Wing Commodore Ishana Pavanos rested in her elite fighter. The Elidibus brandished three wings of them with the rest of their group being comprised of SI-TIE/HV Heavy Fighters. Bombers-to-Go as Ishana liked to call them, "listen up Gremlins, our job is to get in there and disable those ion cannons. Pretty sure not a lot of us are gonna make it, but hey it's what we signed up for right? Cannon fodder, now, once they're done our secondary mission remains. Run back to the Elidibus rearm, and refuel and get back to interception duty, savvy?" A round of 10-4s/Roger that/Copy and a few interesting acknowledgments later they were off forming dagger like shapes as they sped ahead of the Vanguard's fast attack group. Enemy fighters and interceptors were certainly inbound and although her grin was masked by the helmet kept her hands on the yoke and fingers on the trigger. "Engage jammers on my mark, three - two - one, MARK!"

Enemy fighters may feel blind on their sensors the moment they got close enough to the Sith-Imperial TIE Fighters. They would have to look up and rely on visuals only, all the while the elite fighters sounded off their payloads. "Ghoul-1 Magpulse Out." - "Ghoul-2 Magpulse Out." - "Ghoul-3 Magpulse Out." Down the line until eight had reported that their magpulse warheads were on their way. Sixteen of them marked for enemy fighters and interceptors. They were now closer to their goal the ion cannons that were fixed to the Daedra Star Destroyers, "alright here we go, time to rock and roll - watch your fire and happy hunting."

Vanguard's Seawolves turned quick a haunting image that reminded most who could see of old surface destroyers turning to launch their torpedoes. So to did the Seawolves in their pack turned and let loose a barrage of torpedoes heading for the Daedra-2. Each one packed a high number of torpedoes, and in this encounter, they fired off ten concussion missiles each a total of sixty headed for their opponent's ship. After delivering the payload, one of the Seawolves was rather unfortunate and unable to escape enemy fire taking the number of torpedo frigates to five. Another three suffered some damage on their way back out but still holding formation as they returned to the Auresh-Galidraan-Four formation with the Revenge and Relentless. The Rocinantes now further in range engaged the enemy with their short-range rotary cannons while activating the short-range sensor jammer once more with the hopes of blinding the enemies fighters and bombers. Each ship boasted twelve of the rotary cannons, each one fired the default twenty-millimeter depleted-baradium casings with plasma filling. Twin mounted Storis guns manned by the gun crews once more echoed within the hull of the ship while the silent terror of their shells filled the void with an aim for the Daedra-2. Muhktiars launched their concussion missiles making for another thirty-two headed for the Daedra-2, followed the continued fire of the scutum flak cannons and hydrus ion cannons.

In the command group, Fiolette had her arms crossed as she looked at the holoprojection table Lady Vantai had come to Darth Carnifex's aid. The Empire of the Hand's arrival would certainly make things interesting, more importantly, she wondered just where Lord Admiral Denko would swing her fleet. Each set of blips blinked at a steady pace and the ones that sustained damage blinked faster than the others. Unfolding her arms she pressed her hands to the table's edge and leaned forward just as the Dowager shook, as one of its escorts the HIMS Tulak Hord took a hit from an ionite torpedo. The Rear Admiral's brow furrowed, "report."

"The Tulak Hord reports shields are down around the hangar, cap drains and socket guards are holding." Lieutenant Berger reported and looked over at Martinez a moment, "incoming transmission from the Elidibus."

"Let it through," Fiolette replied she turned her body to face the communications console there in the center.

"This is Group Captain Sentongo, taking the Elidibus silent will get into flanking position behind their fleet."

"Make it so," she acknowledged and turned back to the two lieutenants. "Have the Tulak Hord move to the back of the formation, have the Ludo Kressh take point." It was then that the small blips that marked the Seawolves became erratic. This was part of the risk of wearing the uniform and as the crew of the Dowager went silent she could feel the need for revenge among them. Normally it went without saying, the crewmen would want to avenge their fallen comrades. Today? Today she could feel it, a small bit of their rage as it fed into the living Force. All thanks to the bond she shared with her beloved. Her eyes changed swiftly from their azure hue to a sulphuric tone and the back to their normal azure. Her grip on the table's edge tightened, "fire the ionite torpedoes, all eight of them - right for their lead ship."

The Dowager's commander nodded and moved the crew into action, "target lock lead ship, fire the hailstones." Twelve 512mm mass driver rounds flew from their barrels absorbing the ionization effect as they exited. Each one now en route for the Jen'ari vessel the Eternal Fury. Just as the Grand Ol' Lady fired her eight ionite torpedoes, each one tucked away inside a trilamnium shell with a shaped charge warhead at the front of the shell. Longbow plasma railguns were then ordered to charge, as the artillery battlecruiser maneuvered herself to fire sixty-four gravity bombs headed for their lead ship along with the rest of the Dowager's long range weaponry. "Slow us down, keep the railguns charging." Fiolette ordered as the ship lowered its speed. The Xoxaans with the HIMS Ludo Kressh in lead entered standard range from the Eternal Fury and began firing all weapons.

Fiolette turned away from the table completely, relinquishing her grip and moved forward toward her personal station. "Rearguard, adjust formation Auresh-Galidraan-Two, seventy-degree angle." Like the Vanguard, the Rearguard group moved into a V-formation. "Stormclouds, switch-up and engage with disruptors." HIMS Tempest, Typhoon, and Trident moved into formation. Their mortars were reloaded and once more took aim in a tight spread for the five star destroyers launching two hundred and forty disruptor bombs. It was then that their blips turned as well, "hold fast, shield frigates - engage." At the Rear Admiral's order the HIMS Athena, Artemis, Astraea, and Atropos turned to Stormcloud-types and used their extended shields to ease the damage taken. Buying time for the heavy cruisers to regenerate their own shielding.

The HIMS Imperial and Impulsive shifted into their positions along the formation engaging with their mass drivers and other long-range weaponry. Electronic countermeasures and sensor jammers engaged as well, and again, in hopes of blinding enemy sensors. Making it harder for their opponents to target them, at least - that was the hope. Smaller squadrons deployed to help intercept missiles, while the Rearguard engaged defensive armament when necessary.

The Rear Admiral at her personal station communicated to the Vanguard, ensuring their defensive armament went into effect as she continued to give the Rearguard their orders. Both groups were now visibly heading toward the Jen'ari fleet each one appearing from either side of the moon. The gambit was thrown and Fiolette knew that the loss of life would occur but pressed forward. For now, she could feel the seething rage from her crew, from her fleet and undoubtedly her beloved could feel it just as well. Although, the Galidraani suspected that she felt it all the time but perhaps now, it would be that much more intense. Again the flicker of azure to sulfur and back to azure appeared as quickly as it had occurred. The rage built but she knew better than to act on it, and instead focused on her beloved. Fiolette shut her eyes briefly, and when she opened them the rage had subsided.

She returned her attention back to the Rearguard's attack on the five star destroyers and ordered the HIMS Havoc and Hostile to continue their barrage of mass driver cannons onto their targeted star destroyer. Fiolette watched a little longer as the Rearguard moved in, "ease your speed, remain in long-range distance maneuver around them, attempt the flank." The redhead turned and watched the holoprojection table and approached it watching as the Assault group now maneuvered to engage the cruisers. The three Talons worked their way to the first cruiser knowing well that they'd have to move into close range to be truly effective. Each one fired their volley of plasma torpedoes, a total of six followed by their combined twenty-four mass driver cannons. All in the hopes of softening the cruiser up for their final trick, of course, they'd have to get close enough to pull it off. Still, the Talons commanders were confident. Even if they started taking fire, the hope now was that their shields would hold.

The second assault cruiser would be the target of the six Dagger-types, the HIMS Dagger, Daring, Defender, Devious, Duchess, and Danvers would focus their shield leech abilities. As they entered the required range each ship would attempt to leech shielding away from the cruiser. This would be followed by a seismic charge from each ship, a total of six and concluded with a salvo of ion torpedoes. HIMS Foxhound, Firedrake, and Ferocious were off to their target the three Raskova-types were built on the frames of the Fortan IIs, and still retained one of the ship's key features. Baradium torpedoes, included now on the ship were droid bombers of which were now being deployed. Three droid bomber squadrons sped through the void with their bombs ready to go, firing the old Mogh I's solid slugs. Sensor decoys were also out, each one with the hopes of confusing the cruiser until the Raskovas were in close enough range to deploy their torpedoes.

As for the Bolt packs, half were engaged with the remaining cruiser and the remaining three were spread going between the first three cruisers currently occupied by other vessels of the Assault group. Some of the Bolts had already taken some minor damage, but after hearing that one of the Seawolves had been torn apart the crews of these picket corvettes were determined more now than they had been before. Determined to bring down the heretical Jen'ari and when they weren't keeping the cruisers busy, they engaged the Jen'ari bombers and fighters. Attacking in smaller arrowhead type formations at best keeping the enemy distracted and at worst buying precious time for the other ships to recharge their weaponry.

All of their energies played into the Rear Admiral's new Force-like senses. Fiolette put her hands at her sides fists balled as she moved her hands to the small of her back. She paced the holoprojection table, keeping a watchful eye over the battle as it unfolded while taking note of enemy fleet formations and the ever increasing presence of Jen'ari ships. Now she turned her attention to the 52nd Company led by Major Ranulph Tarkin. On the ground Tarkin and the Iron Talons checked their targets the Shrouded Assembly had specific list, their mission was added to by one of the Empresses. Capturing Chiss and marking them for her Imperial Majesty's personal inspection, Tarkin didn't quite care to question it. These were his orders and he would carry them out. "You two head that way, we'll go around - remember. Not all of them have to die, some can be offered a way off this rock." Tarkin handed a few of the Assembly's tokens to his squad leaders. "The rest of you with me, c'mon." Csilla had been through a number of hands by now and he felt for the Chiss, he did, but they all had to play the hands they'd been dealt.



BATTLEGROUP ELIDIBUS ACTION REPORT

• Vanguard takes a V-Formation at fifty-two degrees.
• Vanguard engages anti-starfighter weaponry (flak/ion).
• Vanguard fires long range weaponry, engaging either of the Daedra Star Destroyers.
• HIMS Vittoria, Vendetta and Vindicator have successfully launched all wings of droid fighters, and unleash their own barrage on the enemy.
• HIMS Seadragon has been destroyed, HIMS Swordfish, Searaven, and Spearfish have taken some damage. HIMS Seawolf and Sargo remain operable.
• Rocinantes and Muhktiars have taken little damage, remain in formation with Seawolves on track / targeting Daedra Star Destroyers.
• HIMS Relentless and Revenge anchor the formation and continue to focus fire on Daedra Star Destroyers.
• Command group, HIMS Tulak Hord bears the brunt of an ionite torpedo and shifts in formation with the Ludo Kressh taking point.
• The Dowager responds firing eight ionite torpedoes of her own each heading for the Eternal Fury. She also fires her mass driver cannons, again aimed for the Eternal Fury.
• Dowager sends sixty-four gravity bombs toward the Eternal Fury, and begins to charge Longbow plasma railguns.
• Command group ordered to slow pace.
• Elidibus has now cloaked itself going silent with the hopes of flanking the enemy fleet. [Set Piece/Moving Off Map]
• Wing Commodore Ishana Pavanos and the Elidibus's carrier air group move to engage Daedra Ion Cannons. Exchanging fire with enemy fighters/bombers/interceptors along the way.
• Wing Commodore Ishana Pavanos orders fighters to engage short range sensor jammer, jammers engaged.
• Rearguard takes V-formation at seventy degrees.
• Rearguard engages defensive armament, signals for Vanguard to do so as well.
• Rearguard fires long range/standard range weaponry against the Vyrassu Star Destroyers.
• HIMS Tempest, Typhoon and Trident fire 240 disruptor bombs in a tight spread toward the Vyrassu Star Destroyers.
• Stormcloud-type vessels take fire from ion cannons, Athena-type shield frigates move to assist. HIMS Athena, Artemis, Astraea and Atropos engage their abilities buying time for the other cruisers.
• HIMS Havoc and Hostile continue with their mass driver cannon barrage.
• Rearguard ordered to slow pace and move to flank enemy fleet.
• Assault group moves to engage the Bane Assault Cruisers.
  Talons: HIMS Menance, Mauler, and Martial open fire on their target utilizing plasma torpedoes and mass drivers.
• Daggers: HIMS Dagger, Daring, Defender, Devious, Duchess, and Danvers utilized their shield leech abilities, followed by seismic charges and ion torpedoes.
• Raskovas: HIMS Foxhound, Firedrake, and Ferocious target their destroyer and launch droid bombers and sensor decoys, with droids firing weapons once in range.
• Bolts: 3 packs of 4 [12] hound, and harass the fourth Bane Assault Cruiser, with the other three running between the first three cruisers and engaging any fighters along the way.

[*]52nd Company [Iron Talons] make landfall on Csilla, head out to their targets as marked by the Shrouded Assembly and Empress [member="Invicta Zambrano"].

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ELIDIBUS COMMAND

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  [1] ELIDIBUS-TYPE SUPER STAR DESTROYER [10,000m] Set Piece - Cloaked
  
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  [1] DOWAGER-TYPE ARTILLERY BATTLECRUISER [3,276m] @ Eternal Fury, All Long Range Weapons
  
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  [3] XOXAANhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/136617-xoxaan-ii-class-star-destroyer/-TYPE STAR DESTROYERS [3,000m] In standard range, engaging @ Eternal Fury, All Weapons.
  

ELIDIBUS VANGUARD

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  [2] REVENGE-TYPE STAR DESTROYERS [3,406m] @Daedra Class Destroyer 1, All Long Range Weapons
  
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  [3] VINDICATOR-TYPE CARRIER CRUISERS [2,175m] Droid Wings (Fighters) engaging enemy fighters, targeting @Daedra Class Destroyer 1, All Long Range Weapons
  
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  [5] SEAWOLF-TYPE TORPEDO FRIGATES [2,292m] Targeting, Firing @Daedra Star Destroyer 2 - All Weapons
  
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  [8] ROCINANTE-TYPE PURSUIT CORVETTES [1,224m] Moving, Targeting @Daedra Star Destroyer 2 -All Weapons
  
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  [8] MUHKTIAR-TYPE ANTI-STARFIGHTER CORVETTES [1,424m] Moving, Targeting @Daedra Class Star Destroyer 2 - All Weapons
  

ELIDIBUS REARGUARD

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  [3] STORMCLOUD-TYPE HEAVY CRUISERS [2,520m] Firing @ All Vyrssau Star Destroyers, Mortars Only [Tight Spread]
  
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  [2] INFLICTOR-TYPE HEAVY CRUISERS [1,964m] Firing @ Vyrassu Star Destroyer 1, All Long Range Weapons
  
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  [1] SONDHEIMER-TYPE INTERDICTION CRUISER [952m] Firing @ Vyrassu Star Destroyer 2, All Long Range Weapons [Interdiction Field]
  
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  [4] ATHENA-TYPE SHIELD FRIGATES [1,800m] Shields Prepared - Utilizing Abilites on Tempest, Typhoon and Trident.
  
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  [2] HAMA-TYPE HEAVY CRUISERS [992m] Firing Mass Drivers @ Vyrassu Star Destroyer 3
  

ELIDIBUS ASSAULT

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  [3] TALON-TYPE ASSAULT FRIGATES [1,116m] Targeting, Firing @ Bane Assault Cruiser 1
  
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  [6] DAGGER-TYPE ASSAULT FRIGATES [1,476m] Targeting, Firing @ Bane Assault Cruiser 2
  
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  [4] RASKOVA-TYPE HEAVY CORVETTES [800m] Targeting, Firing @ Bane Assault Cruiser 3
  
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  [24] BOLT-TYPE PICKET CORVETTES [1,392m] Targeting, Firing @ All Bane Assault Cruisers [3 Packs of 4] / [3 Packs of 4] [member="Bane"] Assault Cruiser 4
  

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TOTAL: 29,809m [30,000m Cap] [80 Ships] //29,427m - 79 Ships Remaining.

DAMAGE:
HIMS Seadragon, Status: Destroyed
HIMS Swordfish, Status: Damaged
HIMS Searaven, Status: Damaged
HIMS Spearfish, Status: Damaged
HIMS Tulak Hord, Status: Damaged
HIMS Tempest, Status: Damaged
HIMS Typhoon, Status: Damaged
HIMS Trident, Status: Damaged

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Location: Behemoth Meditation Chamber
Objective: Feth Ship Up
Allies: TSE [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Vandra Zambrano"]
Enemies: TJE @Helion’Nuruoda [member="Kaine Australis"]

An explosion the size of a frigate. Carnage rocking through two simultaneous points in space. The wormhole expanded and contracted with harrowing damage to any ship which got near enough to either of its’ ends. I controlled the flow, the pitch and yaw of the openings.

Chaos in the deep.

Yet, a black void lingers. Nothing exists in a fluctuant pattern.

Absence.

And the wormhole shuddered. And the wormhole closed with the clap-bang of a woman’s scream. I grabbed my chest. Doubled over. My eyelids shut so hard, I wonder if it’s possible to puncture one’s own eyes. Is it? Can a person slit their eyes open with the pressure of their own eyelids?

My brain filled with useless calculations. Pressure, tissue strength, the chemical constituents to eyes and their lenses.

“No… no that won’t do. That won’t do it! It won’t do!” I shudder into a scream as the meditation sphere unfurls like an obsidian flower coated with pitch. The clarity which destruction’s chorus brought me crumbled.

Disintegrated.

“Why has the ship gone cold?” Staggered feet clunk on a metal floor. Lungs search for oxygen, as starved as a bird under Kamino’s stormy waves.

Ysalamiri. ​

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The void. ​

A scream fights my shattering mind in the dark. “No. Not now. Vandra! We have to move! Into the centre of the ship!”

Ysalamiri had range, and gods the hope that the choking of the Force is merely Ysalamiri blossoms eternal. Legs weakening by the desertion of the Force tumble forward and up. Up.

Up to the middle of the Behemoth, and the hopeful relief of calmer waters. I dove into the turbolift with my new daughter. Bark at the machine.

The border of the field hit me like a tree trunk flung in a hurricane. Members of my guard rush us. Mutter in their comms. I breathe and the glories of my spouse rush once more through my veins.

Ysalamiri to such an extent mean one thing: Mandalorians. Those dashed Myrkrian pests. We ought to glass that world, if not for the beauty of Vornskyr. Nothing like vornskyr bred naturally on Myrkr.

Could use a few to chomp the lizards to gruel.

“Darth Gyaumchem, your orders?”

I look to Vandra, back to the guardsman of whom I never learned the indicative sounds of his name. He moved with confidence and a brain-draining dedication to ‘the Order’. Which order? The current and next one. The past lingers nowhere in muscles lacking regret or pause. A warrior I can stand within my presence.

Another of my husband’s gifts for his bride and sometimes-Master.

“We make for the Emperor’s position. And if we see any bucketheaded xar’chath, we shoot them with extreme prejudice. Kill every Ysalamiri you see.” One of the guards’ weapons veers into my hand. A lightsaber, however fun would be useless to me with Mandalorians on board.

Without the Force, I am an eight hundred year old ghost with too many centuries of debt on a deficit conscience. Without the Force, the woman who called the Dark Lord of the Sith to the death of a star, and held a singularity in her hand is less than five minutes from a corpse.

The blaster rifle slides along my palms with the degradation of range. How uncivilized.

Up through the decks of the Behemoth, we exit the next lift only to have me turned round by the sounds echoing through the ship.

I rush. My step-daughter and guards hopefully with me, through a corridor and down to another door. Two things hit me at once.

One, the void-field.

Two, the sight of a force of bucketheaded lunatics, who somehow thought boarding the Sith Emperor and one true Dark Lord’s flagship was somehow the best tactic…

.. then again, they’re only Mandalorians. I could never accuse them of an Echani’s natural strategic talent. I backtrack until the ease of life returns to me, armoured face covered with a mask. With the Meditation sphere too risky to retreat into, I continue making my way up, and chime [member="Darth Carnifex"].

“Ve'lo, how badly do you wish to destroy these interlopers yourself? May I have some well-ranged fun?”

 

[Koda Fett]

LOCATION: THE BEHEMOTH -> CSILLA
ALLIES: THE SITH EMPIRE
ADVERSARIES: THE JEN'ARI EMPIRE

Finally.

The Bounty Hunter reached forwards, and he pressed buttons that often illuminated in their activation, flipped switches that 'clicked' in their response, and pushed forwards levers that hummed in acknowledgement of the action performed. Fett remained near motionless inside the seat as the engines of the Spear II began to roar to life, and soon thrum in the readily stable state. He was far more than ready to depart the Behemoth. It might've been a marvellous tool of destruction, but it become a prison of boredom throughout the time in which that shield had been raised and impenetrable. Yet, now, finally, may he find himself wreaking havoc on the frozen sphere of Csilla.

The Firesrpray had begun to lift off of the ground, finding itself resting idly in its hover position for the briefest of moments before initiating its transition. It had no longer been horizontal, but instead vertical in its 'standing' position. Then, as expected, it zoomed outwards as a signature humming whir became nothing more than a distant echo. Fett had to brave the conflict in the stars, but his path had been set. He made sure to eliminate those things in his path, pressing down and enabling the twin-cannons that annihilated enemy craft; tearing them to pieces. The Firespray shifted left, right, even upside down in its manoeuvres. A swarm of fighters had rallied behind the Mandalorian, but they hadn't belonged to the Sith Empire, rather the Jen'ari. Their barrage came swiftly, and few shots managed to make their mark. Fett jolted forwards in his seat from the impact, sneering in response before muttering, "Try this." To himself, completely. He activated a singular button, and it opened a compartment behind the Firespray and released a device rather cylindrical in its shape.

The Mandalorian smugly smirked, almost, beneath his helmet. He awaited an impending detonation, and the enemy fighters that trailed had been too late in their sudden realisation for their fate had already been determined. It were as if that device had entirely removed sound from a particular area, bringing it into itself before dispensing it in this blue wave of complete and utter destruction. It stretched horizontally, and thinly (least to the eyes) and tore apart everything in its wide path that erupted in chaotic annihilation and a thunderous boom that lingered. Nevertheless, Fett began his descent to Csilla.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Deep in the bowels of the Behemoth lay the Emperor's throne room, a vast metallic expanse overlooking a seemingly bottomless bit of swirling darkness. There sat the Emperor upon his black iron throne, overlooking the various military officials and Sith Lords who had convened with him after the incursion. Around him was an assembled Crownguard, each wielding vibro-weapons in lieu of the traditional lightsabers they often sported. From here the Emperor could direct his forces across the Behemoth, allocating beasts to certain sectors to impede the progress of the intruders to the best of their ability. With the advent of ionite weaponry, he had been forced to resort to such monstrous tactics.

"You may engage, but stay out of range, my Ahani. They have nutrient frames." Warned the Emperor, wary of what could befall his latest bride should she be subjected to the Ysalamiri. He himself had not engaged because he desired to fight this struggle on his own terms, whittling away at their strength until they could no longer pose a serious challenge to him. Now his stalling had begun to pay off. A hulking reptilian brute strode boisterously into the chamber, black armor fused to his scaly hide creaking with each movement as he approached the bottom of the throne and fell to one knee in subjugation.

"Maetkou ag Maetkout, dv vaeudaerbt aeuo aettoddrob aerb aevae'k vaiu kaddaerb."

The brutish tongue of the Graug grated on the senses, causing several of the more sensitive beings in the room to flinch at its harshness. But the Emperor merely clasped his hands, resting his bearded chin on his intertwined knuckles as he contemplated his next action.

"Disperse them throughout the afflicted sectors, run them down. Commence the Hirk."

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At once the brute jumped to his feet and raised both of his arms into the air in triumph, letting forth a guttural roar of approval as he laid down several blessings in his native tongue. Without much ceremony, he turned and bolted out of the room, no doubt in haste to inform his brethren that their time of meandering was over. They met his news with much enthusiasm, repeating war chants as they partook in ritual bloodletting, scarification, and pre-battle fornication for what would no doubt be the last fight for some of their number. Jagged shields of twisted metal marked with ritualistic icons were strapped to meaty forearms, armor plating tightened to the body with hooked screws and bolts, and massive slugthrower weaponry checked and prepared for violence.

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The stomping of their feet and the chanting of a single word; "Doaekl," could be heard through the sections of the ship they traveled through on their way to engage the enemy. The most enthusiastic of the bunch would smack their jagged swords on their shields, roaring out almost incomprehensible prayers to their profane War God; whose name has since been lost to the annals of history. Much like the Mandalorians, the Graug species was addicted to war and combat, voracious for the spilling of blood and the crunching of bones. What separated them as their lack of honor or morals, they had no qualms in committing vile acts of atrocity for the sheer pleasure of it.

It was what made them subservient to the Sith, who preyed upon their darkest instincts and magnified them tenfold. Frightened whispers abound told of the brutality of these barbaric interstellar butchers, of the worlds of blood and bone they left behind in the name of violence. In times since the Old Empire, they had become synonymous with the Sith, several hordes having either pledged their service or enslaved to the Dark Lords in return for unending war.

Even as the intruding Mandalorians cut through the bulkhead and engaged the few Legionnaires who had remained behind in a pitched firefight, laser bolts and concussive grenades being hurled at the bio-attackers with the fury of a cornered animal, the warbands of the Jen' Lazea neared. They marched in columns that stretched from one wall to the other, large kite shields raised in front of them as they advanced while they occasionally open the shield wall to open fire with slugthrower hand-cannons. Those that fell to the enemy were dragged back into the mass, butchered for meat and armor by those not fighting on the front line. He would be replaced by an equally brutish warrior.

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[member="Darth Hashira"] | [member="Ahani Zambrano"] | [member="Vandra Zambrano"]​

[member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Heading to the surface
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: The Jen'ari [member="Darth Soma"]

Equipment: In signature

Finally, she thought as the planetary shield went down. She could feel her beloved through their bond... and a smirk tugged at her lips as Fiolette got a sense of what Taeli and the other Sith Lords could feel during a battle such as this. The rage of their forces as they engaged a hated enemy, that cold focus to utterly wipe them from the face of the galaxy. Breathing in, she kept that rage in a firm hand, harnessing it and gathering it into the pool of strength she had been gathering since they began their flight to this battle.

Her ship headed towards the surface. Csilla's cities, including their capital, were underground or protected by environmental dome because of the cold of the world. To a Sith, these things were but minor inconveniences when compared to the power of the dark side of the Force. The invasion had begun its landing, but Taeli had focused in on a distinct presence that intrigued her, a dark light among the annoying fuzzy background that was whoever was projecting their presence everywhere. It was barely noticeable, but her Fallanassi training, to feel the individual currents that run through such battles, she was... interested.

It wouldn't be quick or painless, but she was interested.

Her ship settled down on the cold tundra, the Sith Lady descending the landing ramp. She wouldn't move very far from the ship, but through the dark side, her presence would brush against that of the intriguing presence. Calling it, beckoning it... whispering to it to come find her. The wind whipped around her, snatching at the edge of her robes. She didn't feel it and simply waited. If the call went unanswered... then she would join with the other Sith forces landing, and she would purge every single Chiss or Jen'ari soldier that raised a weapon towards the Sith Empire.

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

Location: Behemoth Meditation Chamber
Objective: Feth Ship Up and Protect [member="Ahani Zambrano"]
Allies: TSE [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: TJE @Helion’Nuruoda [member="Kaine Australis"]


The moment she heard her mother scream she darted to her feet and went over to help her, She could feel nothing the force in here was gone and because of that her mother was suffering. She needed to get out of this void in the force that these ysalamiri are projecting, She followed and kept close to her mother her sword she has kept since her short time harassing the Mandalorian Empire was remained sheathed for now until she needs it before she returned to the Sith, She had her sabers active incase they ran into any intruders as they rushed to the turbo lift as they met up with the guards she kept with her mother like a second skin and shield as they continued through the decks of the Behemoth there main goal was to reach the Emperor as quickly as possible and hopefully out of this bubble so that her mother can regain her strength. As they got out of the turbolift she kept with her mother even without the force Vandra was far from helpless she spent a large portion of her time harassing Mandalorians and being a guest in there prisons. While it has weakened her a little she still had her physical prowess and her blades to make up for it, She nodded to Ahani when she told her to kill any Mandalorians that they come across on the way to the emperor.

And right on que the Void struck her and she saw the sight of the Mandalorians, She quickly moved herself to be infront of Ahani Sabers at the ready to bat away any projectiles as she slowly while keeping her vision at the Mandos to try and move Ahani out of the range of the bubble. They may have to carve through these Mandalorians but she wanted to ensure the Ysalamiri wont end up killing her mother in the process as she waited for the go ahead from her mother and the Emperor to commence her blood bath.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

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Varex's form plummeted through the upper atmosphere, defying gravity as the frictionless otherworldly substance that made up his being proved resilient to the firestorm of reentry. Raw and exposed in this way, his presence was like a wound in the Force radiating outward. It heralded his arrival, but so too would the mortals assigned to accompany him be easily drawn towards his whereabouts. He knew nothing of [member="Talon Varrik "]nor [member="Shan Ket"] and did not especially care to, [member="Darth Prazutis"] had promised him fodder to keep the Jen'ari occupied. As long as their efforts allowed his work to continue unimpeded he would be content to count them as unwitting servants of the Great Unmaking.

His haunted TIE escort broke apart quickly on the other hand, pilotless craft already damaged beyond spaceworthiness. Debris rained down on the arctic surface below, but the herald from beyond's own arrival was much more anticlimactic. There was no impact, the ebon smoke simply collapsed into a pool of gaseous vapor once it reached solid earth, and slowly coalesced into something modestly resembling a humanoid. Eyes like burning galaxies surveyed the arctic wasteland. Prazutis' little birds had assured him that somewhere below the Csillan capital of Csaplar rested, an entire population center ripe for experimentation. Most conventional routes in were likely to be heavily defended, but the Empire of the Hand had provided his patron with several potential alternate ways to breach the extensive network of tunnel systems that covered the entire Chiss homeworld.

Not far from his position, Sith Imperial Legionnaire were already disembarking en masse from dropship transports. Knights roamed among them, many serving as high ranking military officers. By the time the Imperial Army had ground all resistance out of Csaplar, his testing grounds would be rendered hopelessly contaminated. It was in both his interests and the Shadow Hand's that Varex and his team found a way into the city ahead of the front lines. Nearer by, the transport bearing his entourage finally landed on an icy plateau. Varrik and Ket were accompanied by a mundane special forces team. When he approached, they reacted with noticeable discomfort at his mere presence.

I speak with the Shadow Hand's voice. Find me a way below. The work must continue.

There was nothing subtle about the psychic infestation that served as his method of communication. His thoughts burrowed their way into each member of the team's skulls, festering within their minds as each word conjured up unsettling imagery along with it.

 

[Darth Athora]

LADM Zahori Denko
Onboard the Legator, Legator-class Super Star Destroyer
Approaching Csilla
Objective: Assault the Jen'ari
Allies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Fiolette Raaf"], [member="Vanessa Vantai"]
Enemies: The Jen'Ari | [member="Darth Vyrassu"], [member="Darth Animus"], [member="Kaine Australis"]

1st Fleet was on fast approach to the currently active battle. Zahori took note of how they were largely unnoticed as they approached while also looking over her foes' fleets. She has faced tougher challenges than this before at the hands of the Silver Jedi and Galactic Alliance, however she did not underestimate the Jen'Ari or their allies. The potential of that being a mistake was far too risky. Even this late in her career, Zahori could not make any mistakes.

"Admiral, the fleet is ready to fire on your orders."

"Do it."

"Yes, ma'am. All ships, fire on the enemy."

And just like that, the entirety of 1st fleet began firing upon the Jen'ari ships within firing range. The forward guns of the Legator aimed for the Jen'ari flagship, The Eternal Fury, with all it could. Hundreds of starfighters began pouring from the many hangars of 1st Fleet and flew into the battle, directly engaging enemy starfighters.


1st Fleet Composition

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1st Fleet Command [10km SSD + 7,000m]

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• Legator - Legator-class Super Star Destroyer 100 | 100 Currently: Moving forward. Locked onto The Eternal Fury. Firing on target's port side.
• Voracitos I - Harbinger-class Carrier Battlecruiser 100 | 100 Currently: Deploying starfighters.
• Voracitos II - Harbinger-class Carrier Battlecruiser 100 | 100 Currently: Deploying starfighters.

1st Fleet Assault Group [10,500m]

• Bastion - Invictus II Star Battlecruiser 100 | 100 Currently: Moving forward. Locked onto Vyrassau-class Star Destroyer 1. Firing on target's port side.
• Mygeeto - Invictus II Star Battlecruiser 100 | 100 Currently: Moving forward. Locked onto Vyrassau-class Star Destroyer 2. Firing on target's port side.
• Scipio - Invictus II Star Battlecruiser 100 | 100 Currently: Moving forward. Locked onto Vyrassau-class Star Destroyer 3. Firing on target's port side.

1st Fleet Strike Group [8,950m]

• Zygerria - Militus-class Star Battlecruiser 100 | 100 Currently: Moving forward. Locked onto Vyrassau-class Star Destroyer 4. Firing on target's port side.
• Defiance - Angral-class Star Destroyer 100 | 100 Currently: Moving forward. Locked onto Vyrassau-class Star Destroyer 4. Firing on target's port side.
• Malice - Angral-class Star Destroyer 100 | 100 Currently: Moving forward. Locked onto Vyrassau-class Star Destroyer 5. Firing on target's port side.

1st Fleet Escort [3,000m]

• 10x Vigil II-class Corvettes Currently: Escorting 1st Fleet Assault Group. Standing by.

1st Fleet Starfighter Corps

• 80 of 124 squadrons deployed. Escorting parent vessels.

Total Length: 29,450m/30,000m

 

[Neoplix]

IC Neoplix

Neoplix was preparing for the invasion, aiming his already loaded rifle at the roof, searching for the location where the enemies could be drilling through, when suddenly he felt something. Movement. His advanced gen’dai senses could pick up a heartbeat at 200 meters, and he could hear footsteps across distances far greater. He locked his rifle in place on his back, and began running. He called out to his master, [member="Nyx Tempest"], “Has no one secured the underground stable routes into the city? I can sense someone coming!” He motioned for 8 sith troopers to follow him, and sprinted down the tunnel, leaving them in his wake.

He drew his massive blade as he went, bounding through the tunnel with massive strides. If he had possessed a heart, it would have been pounding within his chest, as he yearned for battle. His once-allies were now his enemies. The sith empire had followed him to csilla, and he had to wonder whether or not they were hunting him... but no matter. He drew his rifle, sliding to a halt. He could hear them, no more than a hundred yards away, with his advanced senses. He drew his rifle, and took aim, waiting for them to come around the corner and into view.

[member="Azriel Mortii"]

 

[Neoplix]

IC Neoplix

Neoplix was preparing for the invasion, aiming his already loaded rifle at the roof, searching for the location where the enemies could be drilling through, when suddenly he felt something. Movement. His advanced gen’dai senses could pick up a heartbeat at 200 meters, and he could hear footsteps across distances far greater. He locked his rifle in place on his back, and began running. He called out to his master, [member="Nyx Tempest"], “Has no one secured the underground stable routes into the city? I can sense someone coming!” He motioned for 8 sith troopers to follow him, and sprinted down the tunnel, leaving them in his wake.

He drew his massive blade as he went, bounding through the tunnel with massive strides. If he had possessed a heart, it would have been pounding within his chest, as he yearned for battle. His once-allies were now his enemies. The sith empire had followed him to csilla, and he had to wonder whether or not they were hunting him... but no matter. He drew his rifle, sliding to a halt. He could hear them, no more than a hundred yards away, with his advanced senses. He drew his rifle, and took aim, waiting for them to come around the corner and into view.

[member="Azriel Mortii"]

 

[Er'in Tenel]

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(effecting)​

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Objective: It is a great, great grandmother of a storm, Muad'dib (Protect dropships, contribute to air superiority, make horrible rain).
Location: Csilla, in orbit (projecting Sith Sorcery into Csilla's atmosphere)
Allies: TSE - @Khonsu Amon | @Kaalia Pavanos
Enemies: TJE
Equipment:Black Lotus (Lightsaber), Erin's Robes, Sith Amulet, Shadowclasp

First comes pain.

A blinding pain that runs through her limbs and then across her torso as the sacrifical dagger carves a web of intricate wounds - would they scar? Perhaps, what she was about to do would test even a Master... and... while she had mastered sorcery, her command of the Force itself was not yet that of a Lord.

But here, at the heart of the mass of darkness and hatred, it perhaps did not have to be.

"Noi tadti' nairi."

It hurt and she feared that pain as much as she loved it, she had never known true pain until she had become Sith. She knew that now. Few would say they were more humble than when they had begun, but Er'in knew now the power of the force. The fear clawed at her heart, but she controlled it, used the burning flame as a focus - a focus that flared even as her wounds started to burn with a purple fire, the circle of control she now drew on the ground around her with the mixed ground bones of criminals, fallen Sith and the victims of untimely death flared with dark light as it started to channel the energy from outside.

"Tsosûti'tssih tadti' zûtaiki."

She was angry now, angry that she was bound by chains of loyalty, angry that these people would bring her here, angry that fools on the planet below would resist the obvious. Angry... just angry. Angry enough that it resonated with the anger beyond the vessel, calling it to her will. She began to see red as the controlled anger flooded her limbs.

Control. Intellect. The Force - even this battlefield of wroth and darkness, answers to you, Er'in. Not the reverse.

"Dyit'tssih tadti' wodasi."

The Force did not control her - she did not suffer from it - the pain transformed, magnified, the anger blurred into sheer hatred - her hatred towards a universe that would constrain her from true freedom. Today, part of that universe would suffer for doing so. That was true power.

"Dro wodasi, Nu tihri midwan."

Below the landing craft dropping to the surface, in the skies above the ones waiting to drop, clouds of black darkness began to roil and swarm, blue white and purple lightning sparking between them. She could feel the force of the Jen'ari Emperor across the system, but if he did not show his power, then it was as nothing.

"Dro midwan, Nu kots ri dzara anas mirji ki an sis kûkas."

The room shock, crewmembers outside ran for cover as conduits failed and sparks flared across the inside of the ship - a portion - a significant, noticable portion - of the roiling energies swirling through the Force as it was struggled over by the Dark combatants who fed on one anothers hatred and anger, was leashed to her will - a living channel for the Force. She had to scream now to complete the enchantment, she could do nothing else other than scream it - not merely because weakness would consume her, but because pain, exultation, fear, anger and sheer power flooded through her body like it never had before.

"Dro midwan, Nu dzuontai qyâsik."

The final worlds were ripped from her throat as the ritual incantations were complete.

"Nu riyikrauti ri asimi, ki asimi, dyirmij oi kiha jirai ri iriyasra, oi tqi nindz tuti wodichu."

Below, in the skies, the pockets of storm cloud began to spread out and join into one another, a protective shield that would certainly hamper descent, but the arcs of lightning would not so much as touch a ship or person allied to the Sith Empire. Such could not be said for its enemies.

And below, a dark, hard rain began to fall on Csilla. Black rain. Harmless, perhaps - invigorating even to those in tune with the dark side. But a terrible rain none the less, a rain of fear and hate.

With a crack, the Sith amulet around Er'in's neck broke from the strain, burning into her skin even as her echoing screams vibrated around the room. But she dared not let go now she had the tiger by the tail.

 

[Taru Cadera]

Post 2
Allies: TJE & Friends ( [member="Darth Necrin"] & [member="Khali Strahd"] )
Enemies: TJE
Location: Planet-side, Main Upper City
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While still herding those who could help towards the military base, and those few karking idiots who could not fight to get out of his way, Kao came across Darth Necrin, a Dark Councilor. Having been told to follow him, Kao did so, partially scrambling to keep up as he had been surprised to see the Darth here. Kao had been notified of the shield's failing, but the incoming rain made it harder to see, but luckily it was not pouring... yet.

Having to reply to the Darth's command, Kao said "Understood, Lord Necrin. But where shall we head to first?" It seemed as though Darth Necrin were contemplating an answer, when both of them got reports on their comlinks, Darth Necrin from some troops, and Kao from Khali. She was going to try and ambush some of the enemies... "Khali. I want you to kill or maim as many of these invaders as you can, and then I want you back here, alive and ready to fight a bit more. If your enemy is too powerful, get some reinforcements... If you send a report to the military base I'm sure they will be able to scrap together a squad for you in time... But either way, good killing, and I want you here by my side when we are done with these invading fools!" He said through his comlink.

With the communications for the most part over, Kao just had to go with Darth Necrin until they came across an enemy worthy of fighting for more than two seconds (Not counting enemy troops, of course...)

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

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Location: Phi-class dropship on the surface of Csilla. Formerly on Daena-class Assault Carrier.
Objective: WAR! Attack Csaplar with an army of sithspawn.
Equipment:

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Imperator’s Raiment, Zaudraka, Spear, SIF-7 Minos,

[member="Tehkyram"]

Behind Joycelyn, Yaitzun approached alongside two Zuguruk engineers and one of the Kissai sorcerers. The colonel knelt and closed her eyes. Her armoured hand reached down toward the snow and shovelled it aside in handfuls until her fingers scratched something hard; not stone, but metal.

“These tunnels ran from Ac’siel to Csaplar when the One Sith held the planet” Yaitzun summarised the data they had brought and the two engineers nodded to back him up. Joycelyn looked up at the figures standing barely taller than her crouched form. “Are they still operational?” She inquired. The two engineers waggled their hands back and forth, smiles on their faces. “They haven’t collapsed, as far as scans indicate” “It will do, I suppose. How far?” “About a kilometer to the edge of. We just need to kick down the door.”

She looked over to the ships where beasts of differing shapes, sizes and magnitudes were coaxed out of the Phis great doors. Other ships landed, unloading tanks, walkers and legionnaires; a more conventional army than what Joycelyn had decided to bring, but a necessary one if they were to cleanse this world of its heretical captors. All kinds were needed. Joycelyn gestured for the engineers to get on with their work as she rose up to her full height once more.

“Send the first wave of warbeasts. The Blighters and Ravagers will make short process of any barricade.” “I want a scout team of Hyal’hask to follow them and report back. The second wave must be ready to strike once we breach the city.” “The remainder of the Hyal’hask will bring up the rear.”

“Char, zion Vornskr” the Kissai sorcerer made a courtly nod to Joycelyn before heading off to instruct the handlers of the zveris: Alchemical warbeasts of the Sith Empire. The various sithspawn were created specifically for the purpose of war, and fulfilling roles of siege warfare without wasting too many precious resources. Once made, many sithspawn maintained themselves and continued to re-populate, thus eliminating the need for too much upkeep. That made them the perfect shock troops.

The first, bug-like creatures to be brought through were Blighters and Festerers. Their sheer numbers were staggering as they swarmed out of the ship, crawling over one another to reach the freezing surface. They hissed and clicked as they were directed by the kissai and his acolytes, before they started burrowing. The ground crumbled under their corrosive saliva, powerful maws, and sharp claws. Even where there had formerly been no tunnel, there was now a hive being made and connected to the old tunnel. They were quick about their excavation, hungry and desperate to get out of the cold air. Even the permafrost stood no chance against their desperate scramble through the earth.

A team of Hyal’hask hunters were dispatched into the hives after the Blighters and Festerers; they were natural hunters and well adjusted to the darkness. Moreover, they were intelligent enough to be able to give reports. They were, however, not the most discrete. But the planet knew they were at war and under siege. The time for discretion had passed; now came the time for bloodshed.

But Joycelyn Zambrano had no time to wait as her marvelous army of monsters burrowed into the tunnels in preparation of assailing the capital. With a non-verbal command she ordered Yaitzun to observe the progress and keep her posted as she, and a small squad of legionnaires, met with the Sith Knight spearheading the more conventional troops and machinery. She turned her silver staff so that it rested under her arm as she made brisk pace in the direction of the Karkarodon Sith Knight, Tehkyram.

As she approached, she lifted the visor of the hound-faced great helm to reveal the top half of her own face. The bevor was kept up, but with their comparably small difference in height, she counted on him being able to see her face. Her staff turned from under her arm to a vertical position and was stabbed into the snow.

“Tehkyram. Colonel Joycelyn Zambrano. I look forward to having you on board for this assault.” “I will count on you to see that the artillery keeps a steady knock on the door. I recommend sending sappers and strike teams to bore through the surface as well.” “The Sith Empire is counting on you- I am counting on you.”

Her black gauntlet was extended in a greeting as she kept an intense eye-contact with the fellow knight. In this moment they were brothers in arms, and their common Empire needed them to fight alongside one another a such.

Spoiler

The Sithspawn Hordes:
Wave 1:
Blighter
Festerer
Wave 2:
Guzijeji
Behemoth
Ravager
Wave 3:
Hyal’hask

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Down in the Firing Control Center stood Empress-Consort Mircalla, one of the Emperor's ten wives who had birthed poor dutiful Ancius into the world. After he had been murdered during the Red Coronation, Mircalla had been nigh inconsolable. Grief wracked her form as she spent most nights alone in the comfort of her private apartment in the Imperial Palace, not even accepting the Emperor's advances for nightly comfort. Truth be told, after Ancius' death, she became terrified of siring another son just to have him die in some foolish scheme of her husband's. She eventually grew to resent him, though she never made such thoughts public as she feared for her own safety as well as that of her surviving daughter.

Spurred on by her last child's urgings, she had joined her husband's fleet as it made the final journey to Csilla. Not wishing to be near the man, she instead opted to observe the battle from the control room of the Behemoth's mighty kyber crystal cannon. During the boarding attack on the bridge, Firing Control temporarily lost contact with the Emperor and his command staff. Being the highest ranking individual in the room allowed Mircalla to commandeer the cannon, which she used to open fire on some of the Jen'ari vessels preventing passage down to the planet's surface.

It was in the midst of firing that the cannon was damaged by the Yba'sokug.

Though the entire prow of the Behemoth was plated in several layers of Impervium, the internal structure was made out of the same material as the rest of the vessel. So when the ramship smashed into the firing mechanism, it collapsed several energy channels along the spine of the dreadnought. The energy being collected had nowhere else to go but through the cracks tore open from the impact, and a destructive blast of kyber crystal-focused energy swept through the internal frame.

Mircalla was vaporized in an instant. She didn't even have a chance to scream.

​

The explosion continued to ripple out across the Behemoth, stopping just short of the spinal superstructure as the energy wave collapsed in on itself as a singularity and exploded with enough force to displace the Behemoth and its nearest escorts. One of the nearby cruisers lost control and plowed into the dreadnought's port side, shearing off several edges from the vessel's body before exploding as the shields flickered back to life and scythed it in half. Though severely damaged by the explosion, the remaining systems gradually began to reboot and stabilize as the threat of ionite was eliminated with the crashing of the enemy ramship. Shields powered back on to protect what remained of the Emperor's flagship, and what remained of the engines burst into action as the vessel started to list to port and into the safety of the surviving defensive formation.

Back at the throne room, several military officers had perished when the destruction of the ship's prow sent them tumbling over the edge of the throne platform. Those that survived now shakily rose to their feet, looking to their Emperor for guidance as power was restored.

It was obvious that he was quite livid, his face contorting in extremely palpable anger.

But instead of lashing out, the Emperor activated his comlink to what remained of the hangar bays. "Report! What is the status of the invasion force?" It took several seconds before a voice on the other end could respond, "We've suffered about fifty percent casualties, sir. Most of the mobile armor was severely damaged or destroyed, same goes with the transports." A grimace spread across the Emperor's features, "Very well, we will make due. Assemble what Legionnaires and Guardsmen you can, and prepare to make planetfall."

As the Behemoth retreated to the safety of the rear lines, a stream of troop and vehicle transports stormed out of the Behemoth's ventral hangar bays. They were led by the Emperor's personal shuttle, the Crestfallen II, and were poised to exploit any gaps in the defensive line to enter Csilla's atmosphere and disembark soldiers right at the heart of the conflict.

The Emperor was eager to vent his frustrations.

[member="Darth Hashira"] | [member="Ahani Zambrano"] | [member="Vandra Zambrano"]​

[member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Zahori Denko"]​

[member="Fiolette Raaf"]​

 

[Zoltan Charrel]

Near: [member="Cyran Vaas"]
Allies: TSE
Enemies: TJE
Location: Csilla--- landing
Equipment: See profile

Another happy landing. Zoltan let the engines die out soon after his landing gears gently rested on the ground. Here, he found himself not far from the action, and as close to the enemy lines as he could get without drawing any attention. He swiveled in the cockpit chair, turning away from the viewport and stood up. Stretching his back, accompanied with numerous pops and cracks from who knew what joints, he made his way into the common area. Walking over to a locker, he popped it open and removed the armament of firearms from inside. He holstered his Dissuader KD-30 beneath his left arm, and his blaster buster beneath his right. Then, he gingerly slid his adjudicator pistol into his belt at the small of his back, beneath his black cloak. He pocketed three frag grenades before slinging his Adventurer slug-thrower over his head, letting the butt of the metal gun clink against the black hilt of the lightsaber dangling at his hip.

Dressed in all black, he was as dark as pitch. The shadows would be his ally as he would wreck havoc against the Jensarri. He lowered the landing ramp, his feet silently moving down the metal ramp as the Anzat assassin exposed himself to the outside air. Locking up his ship behind him, Zoltan opened his mind to the icy current of the Darkside of the force, staying alert, yet hidden, as he stalked onward.

 

[Darth Hashira]

''I sense his presence, it's like he's everywhere. He's trying to trick us.'' Hashira, in full battle regalia turned to [member="Darth Carnifex"] and said. He had joined him aboard his personal shuttle, per his request. He was clad in his newly constructed battle armor, Hashira'gondü. This would be the best possible testing ground possible for such new armor. Filled with anger, excitement and a desire to test his new armor, Hashira was shaking with anticipation. As they got closer to the surface, he motioned for Carnifex to follow him towards the cabin, not looking to see if he did or not.

''His chamber is there. He's too cowardly to engage in space combat, my guess is that he'd be there.'' Hashira scrolled across the holomap and pointed to a specific quadrant. He left the availability for action up to Carnifex and the pilot, remaining silent and only providing that bit of information. He returned to his seat and sat down.

In just a few short moments, the door to the shuttle open and Hashira stormed out, lightsaber activated and ready for combat. He looked around to see where he was at...

[member="Darth Vyrassu"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"] [member="Vandra Zambrano"] [member="Zahori Denko"] [member="Fiolette Raaf"]