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

[Talon Varrik]

Cineris with the help of his Dark Jedi Co pilot roughly avoided AA fire, that didn't go without saying the ride wasn't bumpy, shots of green turbolaser fire burned through the air, as the small shuttle carrying the strike team sensed the presence of the monster they were assigned with. The shadowy creature made sure to let them follow, making it easy to follow him to the icy plateau. Csilla's cities survived underground rather than the harsh tundra of the surface if anything they either needed to find a way down of if anything perhaps drills a way down.

With Ket marking down the landing area to him, he grabbed the yoke, still getting hammered by AA shots, he saw the form of the shadow take shape, not in the form of a monster but that of a man, a humanoid. Setting the shuttle close by, transports started to set down as well, Sith Legionnaires with their special snow gear set forth, as Cineris activated the landing cycle. Looking to his group he said. "Now for the hard part. Getting a way down to the city."

Stepping forward, his lightsabers dangling from his belt, as he snapped his mask in place. Looking towards the form in front of him, it looked human yet to Cineris he felt a much sinister presence. His stories of the Sith often uncovered things that seemed impossible. The soul trapped armor of Darth Nihlus, the broken and shattered body of Darth Sion. The creations of Sorzus Syn. Yet when he stared into the blazing eyes of the form. He felt raw dark side energy, not unlike that of anything he knew. His mind filled with images, of things too horrible to imagine... There was one thing that was certain it was not of this world...

Looking to his companions with the mission still afoot, a suggestion came to him. "Perhaps we can drill deep into the surface to gain access to the city?" He suggested to both his companions and that known as what he would call a demon. "Use artillery pieces, or some type of heavy firepower to break through the ice and enter the city."

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

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Objective: Bounty Hunting TJE Officials
Location: Csilla in atmosphere
Allies: TSE
Enemies: TJE
Equipment: In Profile
Tags: [member="Zoltan Charrel"]

Now with his craft going somewhat horizontal with the ground he engaged the landing gears. Although ti would't stop the imitate crash landing, anything to break the fall would be helpful. Looking out his cockpit he saw only glimpses of the ensuing conflict beneath him as he rushed above in a metal cage of death.

He just kept thinking to himself, 'I can't be selfish and die, there's someone waiting for me when this is done...' Then sooner rather then later he was mere meters from the ground. With a sudden jerk of the controls he had the ship he was piloting face upwards some so that the back end of it would skid across the ground, which it did. The impact of and continual skid was probably the loudest thing he'd ever heard. Fighting the urge to cover up his ears as more of the ship's underside crashed into the ground. However, the ground wasn't just completely flat, and he found himself going over the smallest hill, but the air he gained was enough for him to completely lose all the control he may of had. When he finally hit the ground again him along with the ship were now tumbling across the land.

Cyran wasn't sure how long it was, but he'd killed enough speed before hand that the ensuing rolls didn't completely rip his ship, and in turn, himself apart. Realizing he'd instinctively closed his eyes, when he opened them he found that he was no longer tumbling, and that the ship had finally stopped. However, he was upside down. Taking a mere second to breathe and thank The Force he unlatched himself from his seat, only to fall out of what remained of the cockpit. Despite falling face first onto the ground, he had been so happy to be on stable solid ground. Looking up from his prone position he saw the world was spinning, and there was a loud ringing in his ears. Perhap the shock of what he just survived didn't make that all clear to him until now.

Feeling like his limbs were, mere wet noodle, he didn't even attempt to get up yet. Instead he felt like he deserved a well earned breather for the moment. He didn't even know how deep he was into enemy territory.

 

[Kaine O'Doran]

Location - Surface of Csilla​

Allies - TSE || [member="Talon Varrik"] | [member="Shan Ket"] | [member="Varex"]​

Enemies - TJE​

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Equipment - Crimson Lightsaber (1x) | Ballitic Knife (1x)​

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Kaine's orange eyes looked limply and lazily towards the blonde-haired woman who had addressed him, not by name, but by how he talked. Whether she was meaning to try and take a jab at his pride with her remark, the male didn't know, and he didn't much care even if she had been. You couldn't harm a Gurlanin's pride with simple and meager insults like that, they were hunters, fighters, they were shaped by the hardships of nature into machines that were crafted through tradition and an adherence to a hunt for survival. An insult, whether intentional or otherwise, wouldn't be acknowledged. He didn't much care if the woman was making a jab at him, from the reflection of her face he witnessed in the glasteel view-port of the transport shuttle, or her voice which sounded oddly strange to him. Truth be told, O'doran saw all people who were not of native gurlanin origin to the planet of Qiilura as untrustworthy, foreign sounding and thus subsequently ignorant, and ultimately, uselessly powerless. That was what he had seen thus far, and his opinions were not going to change any time soon. All the gurlanin male was doing was using this 'Sith Empire' as a tool to further his own agenda of revenge on those who had wronged him. To do so, however, required allies, something which would force the man who trusted few to reach out, and try to find truth in at least one individual.

He gave a curt nod to the blonde-haired woman in confirmation to her question, he would be this 'brawler' to be used, the muscle, the animal to be used for this coming battle.


Peering out the viewport to his left, Kaine's eyes scanned the exterior environment that encompassed the transport shuttle as it made its approach towards the planet of Csilla below. The black canvas which was 'space' or the ethereal horizon was illuminated by all sorts of distant colors, stars. Despite them being far off, their light extended outwards in every direction, giving the impression that they were closer than they actually were to all those whose eyes fell upon them. Kaine found the sight, endearing and mesmerizing to say the least. As a child, he had looked up to the stars, the god-constructs with great wonder. His older brother, Ala'aan, would point out all of the different constellations which made up these constructs of light, from Zurok's Razor, to the three-headed wolf of Thesereus, and the great wolf, Yuci'umplis. He had found everything so amazing, so outstanding, so unbelievable at that time. And he still did now, even in his old age. Now he was subject to the entirety of the galaxy, with all sorts of foreign technology and abstract ideas that made nonsense to the ill-educated mind of Kaine.

When planetfall had been made, O'doran found the bitter cold of Csilla astonishing. He thought he had felt the chill of snow and winter back on his home of Qiilura, now, however, the man found his thoughts to be completely wrong and misguided compared to the rest of the Galaxy. He released a shivering exhale of breath, marveling at the sight of the water vapor exiting from his mouth being visible to his eye, it was the first time he had ever truly noticed it. Csilla's bitter winds stung and bit at the gurlanin's skin, though he neglected the use of any sort of winter equipment to shield the cold of the world. Armor made of metal was all that he wore, it was all that he would need. Environmental temperatures wouldn't be a hamper to his combat abilities, he wouldn't allow them to be. At hearing the sith lord's remark about how to bore down into the ice into the city below, all the male gurlanin offered in response was a solemn yet questionable nod. He didn't know which way would be best, or even what type of means they had. He understood the majority of the lords words, though some were foreign to him. He decided to just follow the pack.

 

[Khali Strahd]

Location: Csilla City/Tunnels.
Enemies: TSE
Allies: TJE

Khali nodded as she listened to [member="Kao Xusros"]'s orders. She clicked off without a word and redirected her communication to the military base. She made her request for reinforcements quickly then signed off. She wasn't used to given orders at all, raised how she was in the slave pens. But she had to admit that it did feel really good to tell others what to do, and for others to clamor to fulfill your desires.

The captain showed up with a light and hastily gathered force of twenty soldiers. The captain strode up to her, seeing her in person not inspiring as much fear in him as her voice did over comlink.
"We have gathered at your command my lord. We will either hold this position or follow you in to intercept the invaders."

Khali overlooked the mistake of her position. It was common for the regular soldiers to address all sith as "lord" no matter their rank in the order. She looked up at the captain who actually did tower over her and commanded, "Follow me, Captain. We will stem the tide of invasion."

With that she turned and strode into the tunnels, expecting the soldiers to follow, which they did dutifully, if not our of fear or respect for her, than out of respect for their mission and duty.
They traveled at a good pace through the maze of tunnels, no simple rout existed, but Khali followed the flow of air which carried with it the scent of the force carried on blood.

After traveling about an hour into the tunnels they came upon the first tunnel outpost, currently and strangely unmanned due to the importance of the generators that these outposts protected. she ordered that the outpost be looted and that charges be placed strategically around the tunnel walls in a way that would block the tunnels, but not damage the outposts. These instructions she had to give in vague words to the soldiers themselves, simply describing the outcome that she desired when the detonators would go off because she had no formal education as of yet to do any of it herself, relying on the soldiers knowledge to get the job done. She then left a token force of five of her soldiers to defend the outpost and guard it with orders to detonate should she give the signal, or enemies should arrive.

With the fifteen soldiers remaining she continued on, tracking the scent and feeling it grow closer as the hours ticked by and they occupied and trapped two more subsequent abandoned outposts. She could detect exactly how close the enemy was, and she knew that time was finally short.

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

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

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

“Fire on!” The blaster rifle jitters in my arms as I fire at the Mandalorians, while the unholy growls of war resound and clang and roar behind my back. My husband's pets, and their sickening rituals. Pity I can't turn and watch their morose revels.

The Graug rush us, parting the Waters only when I put my shoulder into it and force a way through their blitzkrieg. Mandalorians scatter, their death squalls punctuating the chorus of the Dark as I and my little troop follow on the edges, picking them off until they retreat.

And I laugh. And I feel blessedly alive.

"Cut their retreat! Where are our bombers? Vandra, love c-" The blaster rifle scatters to the ground.

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A bio ship. ​

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Survivors wrapped in guilt and desperation. ​

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A dying entity falling.​

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A scream unwhimpered, from a throat devoid of joy.​

The images rock me, send my shoulder into the bulkhead and the breath from my lungs.

"RUN!" Kaine. We have to get to Kaine. "Kaine, we need bombe-"

WOOOSH KABANG​

I throw my body over Vandra, telekinetically ripping three of the graug shields to create a wall round us. The guards I ignore. They will give their lives for the Empress-Consort, for the daughter of the Dark Lord. I will remember only the one who moved without fear.

Shielding us with a bubble of the Force, I use the momentum of the gargantuan blast to rocket Vandra and I through the remains of the Behemoth. One of the shields is lost to the slag, another to bash through the ceiling of another once pristine level. Picking up speed of my own, I use the last shield to break through into my husband's colossal throne room, grabbing one of the Crownsguard on our vertical direction.

"Tuck and roll!" Vandra and the Crownsguard are tossed unceremoniously onto the quaking black floor. I levitate to the ferocity swirling around the throne. Kaine's anger grounds my landing before my eyes could catch up. A swirling tempest of death and the trembling of a dying ship surges into me. Consume the madness of peace for the lucidity of destruction. Each death punctuates, a timeless flash as throngs of faceless souls evaporate.

If I can feel the death of Mircalla, Darth Carnifex's ire is a physical new atomic compound, vibrating heavy in the air. It bows the shoulders of lesser beings. All beings are lesser, and all will be punished for the deaths on the Behemoth this day.

“We killed the majority. The rest will die by our blades.” I know not to reach for him, my black hearted redeemer. His anger could send wood ablaze. My place remains by his side, one less of my sisters to bear the weight of his shadow. Silence is my madame as I rush to the Crestfallen-II with Darth Carnifex. Darth Hashira speaks, he and I both in similitudinously new armour. We would now get the chance to use it.

As we travel to the surface, I allow my shoulder to brush against his side, gloved hand touching upon him.

Together. In life and death.

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One less woman to share him. ​

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Under my mask, a smile. ​

"I see a snuffling creature's landing vector... Pilot, change your course... There. Darth Hashira is wise." My finger points at the navigational computer. There, death lies there.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Space ——> Csilla Planetside
Allies: TSE | [member="Kole Harper"]
Enemies: TJE
Objective: Survive

”Acknowledged, Harper,” the Inquisitor immediately said as his fellow agent, that was more or less like his second-in-command, informed him about minefield frequencies their Chiss allies sent them. Information like this could easily turn the tides of a battle, or resume dominance against one’s opponent. These frequencies would be forwarded to their pilots and other important officers the Emperor entrusted in leading their troops to victory.

Everything was checked and assured before taking off from the hangar of the Behemoth. At the same time the Inquisitor noticed there was some commotion going on then Emperor’s personal flagship. That was not a distraction he could afford to himself. He’d love to provide support for the marines on board the beast, but he and his team had a mission to assume and accomplish.

There was no turning back.

The pilots began to plot a course that would be the most quickest and safest route. No way would they drift through the minefield that was mentioned. Perhaps the freighters stealth systems could surpass those defenses, but that’s not a bet Djorn was willing to take. The only optimal route was to navigate through an area where there was some dogfighting occurring. Not a problem at all. Couldn’t be that hard, right?

”You folks better get strapped in, in case we hit some bumps on the road.”

Only one warning was given. They were capable of looking after themselves without having an officer to constantly nag them to follow in line. That behavior was only for undisciplined grunts, and they certainly weren’t that caliber of soldiers.

And so they trekked on, the stealth systems making the ship blend in with their surroundings. No power was diverted to the armaments or shields. Only thing for protection was the hull of the freighter. The pilots did their best until suddenly...

...THUD

They were hit.

”Holy feth! The only thing came to mind when the sudden attack came out of left field.

”Been hit, got some hostiles on our tail thanks to the hit” the pilot addressed to Djorn on their status.

”Have all power be diverted to the engines and shields. We have to make it planet side!”

Orders were given and obeyed. Reflexes and instinct controlled the pilots as their lives were at stake as well as their comrades. More fighters began to approach them with friendly Sith-Imperial fighters coming in to provide aid. Shields were absorbing whatever fire that came for them, but it wouldn’t hold off for much long.

”Head for the nearest position of a Chiss underground city! Might have to land us in a rough manner.” They couldn’t afford playing it safe now. They had to adapt to the current situation and make the best of it. He’d rather have some wounded or killed amongst them from the landing than be blown out by their pursuers.

”Shields are almost depleted!”

Bad sign. Just needed a bit more time and some distance covered for some decent chances of survival.

 

[Zoltan Charrel]

Objective: Investigate crashed ship
Allies: TSE
Enemies: TJE
Near: [member="Cyran Vaas"]

His ship was over the horizon now, long out of sight. He trekked forward when suddenly, there was the unmistakable scream of a falling starfighter above him. Stopping to look up, Zoltan watched as the Pursuer-class Enforcement ship skimmed the birth of a hill, sending up a shower of dirt and debris, before skidding to a rather violent halt across the terrain. Hanging back to observe the upside down ship, Zoltan waited for someone to exit. But nobody ever came. Things had fallen silent, well, except for the constant explosions from both the underground battle and the battle raging up high in the sky.

No survivors perhaps? If they had been involved in the Sith Empire's campaign to conquer Csilla, then that means he'd find more weapons, supplies, and who knows what to replenish his own supplies instead of having to use his hard earned wages to purchase them. He made his way through the snow, a trail of footprints following him... Footprints... Ugh, this is why assassins hated snow. It gave away his position, which made Zoltan's need to get to the transport tubes to get him within the border of Csaplar even more dire.

He approached the starboard side of the ship and unhooked the black hilt from his belt. Thumbing the ignition switch, the crimson blade shot forth and into the metal. There was smoke and a trail of orange molten metal as Zoltan cut away in the shape of a circle big enough for him to squeeze through. Finally, with a nudge of the force, the separated piece of metal fell inwards with a loud clang and Zoltan disappeared inside, lightsaber held in front of him to light the way.

He found himself in the cargo hold, actually, upon second look, it was ornamented to hold prisoners, not goods. The crimson light of his blade dimly illuminated the insides of the ship, as Zoltan moved closer to the cockpit door. Beyond it, he was beginning to pick up the sense of a flicker of life. Someone was alive in there. Plunging his blade into the door, he began to cut his way through, until yet again, he could see past it.

His eyes fell upon a being clad from head to toe in some sort of Mandalorian armor, laying flat on the ground. "State your business here, Mandalorian." ​Skipping the pleasantries, Zoltan needed to know if he was going to have to cut this man down, or, if they happened to be on the same side, then perhaps the Anzat would be able to find a better use for this mandalorian than turning him into a corpse.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Objective: Bounty Hunting TJE Officials
Location: Csilla in atmosphere
Allies: TSE
Enemies: TJE
Equipment: In Profile
Tags: [member="Zoltan Charrel"]

It felt like the world was still spinning around him as he lay there. Surely enough he was concussed, meaning it would be dangerous for him to just fall asleep. He heard somewhere that if he did he'd run the risk of slipping into a coma. Despite feel now like he could sleep forever a sensed a red light in his cockpit. Looking up he was glad to see that his vision had cleared. But was surprised to see the red lightsaber above him. As the figure spoke the ringing in his ear began to clear up some.

"I'm just a Bounty Hunter, working for The Sith Empire." As he spoke he hand gently reached for one of his blaster pistols in case this was a Jen'ari combatant. The Zeltron wasn't wearing a helmet, but even then his replica Mandalorian armor was recognizable enough without it. Letting out a pained groan he got up from his prone postion without much trouble. All the while keeping a hand close to his blaster if he needed to pull off a quick draw. Quickly a patted himself down to feel if there was anything missing on him. But all his limbs were still where they needed to be. Which he was thankful for, if he returned home to his wife with some missing body parts she most likely wouldn't have been very pleased.

"Now what about you Mister? I'm guessing that since you haven't come at me with that glow stick, you must been Sith as well. Sith Empire that is." He said, not really trying to offend his lightsaber but wasn't in the mood for being polite. "Man, if this is what working for the 'big boys" is like then I might just retire early from it and go back to my roots..." The pink colored alien said to himself out loud.

Rubbing his head some to try and ease the headache he had. 'Seriously, first [member=Chekīta Awaud]'s headbutt and now this, if he kept it up he could loose his head by the end of the year.' He thought to himself. Looking back at the man who he was with and reached a hand out for him to shake. "The name's Cyran, now why don't we get out of this condemned ship and start taking some names?"

 

[Tehkyram]

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

Tehkyram stared at the Colonel's outstretched arm, doing a poor job to hide his awe. He had gone from the lowliest of slaves, a hardly-alive wretch, to now receiving praise as an equal from the royal bloodline. He knew what etiquette demanded of him, but it felt so surreal for him to do it. He thrust out his arm and grasped the colonel's forearm firmly as she did his, looking the Zambrano straight in the eye. "Emperor's will be done," he affirmed, his dead, black eyes radiating general hideousness of intent. Her armor was warm to the touch, as was his own hand. In that moment, the shared intensity of their own ill-intent warmed the two of them together.

Her advice would be useful given how Tehkyram had no real experience as a commander, his assignment only being a formality. Instead he relayed her instructions to the nearest officer telepathically. In turn, he relayed the orders vocally. "Alright everyone, we're on door-knocker duty. Engineers, get to work on expanding those tunnels for us to get the walkers in!" There was an affirmative response, as sapper teams began their work, measuring the sithspawn tunnels and placing explosive charges to adequately expand them. The entire procedure was dull, and Tehkyram found himself getting antsy once more as he awaited the slaughter. The other soldiers were growing uncomfortable as well, though Tehkyram remained uncertain as to whether or not it was anticipation or fear. The eruption of the charges was a violent little reprise, but did little to satiate his thirst. "Infantry, stick with the hunters," the officer commanded. "Light armor, you're on fire support. Heavy armor, guard the artillery, we're going to be the ones to blast that door open." Tehkyram gave him another nudge and he twitched. "Er... Burst Command Delta-Zero, everyone!" Tehkyram didn't read enough of military specifics to know what that meant specifically, but the officer's troubled face and his response to the telekinetic orders contextualized it well enough. Wipe them out. All of them.

The infantry descended into the tunnels, with Claymores and AT-HAWs following them. Behind them came the AT-AWs and WG-114s, escorted by Carnivores. There was something magical about the descent, an ephermal symbolic context to the machines of death marching into the chilling maw of a frozen planet. He turned to Joycelyn. "If the monsters are the tip of the spear and the machines are the broad edges, what then, does that mean for us? Where is our part in this?"

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

[SIZE=9pt]

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Location: Csilla, burrowing into tunnels leading to Csaplar. Formerly: Phi-class dropship from Daena-class Assault Carrier.
Objective: WAR! Attack Csaplar with an army of sithspawn.
Equipment:

Spoiler

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

[member="Tehkyram"]

His awe was noted, but she did not make overt reaction to it. Rather, she found it best for their common dignity that she pointedly ignored it. Joycelyn watched as he relayed his orders, although they were inaudible to her. Their shake was brief, but she was glad he had indulged her. Such moments were good for the morale of their troops, though many commanders preferred a safe distance. Joycelyn had always been one to get up close and personal, be it with her allies or her enemies.

“Imagine it rather as a spear and shield.” “My warbeasts will penetrate into the city and cause discord. While your men will seize and hold the conquered territory.”

Machines and manpower was more costly than monsters, and her beasts craved the thrill of mortal combat, even if it should claim their lives. Joycelyn stared directly into Tehkyram’s eyes, showing no sign of fear. He was strong, but she saw herself as stronger. That was how she had come to command the respect of monsters and those who dealt with them: She was the strongest until proven otherwise.

“You and I, we must see to that the lines do not fall when the moment is most critical; We must ensure that the artillery keeps knocking and the troops keep marching.” “That is the nature of command.” “When the beasts have broken through and I unleash the Hyal’hask, the Legion will focus on holding the ground they take, and the machinery will solidify that hold.”

A smile crept up her lips, and though her mouth was still hidden by her bevor, one could easily see the smile in her yellow eyes.

“You want to be on the front lines." "I can tell. You are a warrior, and I will not take that away from you.” “So you, personally, will come with me to wherever the fighting is the hardest.” “-Wherever our Emperor needs us.”

Her gauntleted hand grabbed the silver staff she had planted in the frozen earth a bare minute ago. Metal creaked against metal as she twisted it loose. The songsteel sang as it was released, but quieted itself in her grasp.

“Right now, that is here, guiding our legions to victory.”

The Blighters and Festerers burrowed deeper, swarming the tunnel like an infestation climbing a sewage pipe. They broke through old collapses and obstacles, and forged new connections to facilitate their swarm. The sappers would find it easy to break the walls the sithspawn had dug through frigid earth and corroded through metal. As the walls fell down, a bigger tunnel could be made.

Still, it was of importance that the path of the sithspawn and the path of the cavalry did not match perfectly. Timing was key, and the first wave of warbeasts was simply an ice-breaker compared to what was to come.

The second wave, featuring gigantic monsters of claws and teeth -Behemoths, Ravagers, and Guzjieji- were taken down underground to keep them out of direct exposure to the planet’s freezing atmosphere, but were not yet directed towards Csaplar. The handlers awaited word from the scouts following the first wave. The third wave, consisting of a large number of Hyal’hask, were making ready for war by psyching each other up, to the confusion and disgust of some of the regular legionnaires. However, the two groups were kept separate to prevent them from getting in each other’s way.

Joycelyn looked toward the artillery Tehkyram had brought, and she revelled in the sound of the heavy machines being moved into position.

“I love the smell of plasma in the morning.”

Spoiler

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

 

[Rakaan Horne]

LOCATION: CSAPLAR
OBJECTIVE: INFILTRATE
ALLIES: [member="Djorn Bline"]
ENEMIES: TJE

The Android had instantaneously made an attempt to fasten himself within his designated seat shortly after boarding the Stealth Freighter. He, or it-- for it wholly depended on one's perception --brought the durable helmet he clasped at the lip upwards where his other hand firmly connected. Kole brought it downwards, of course, placing it over his artificial features before twisting it left, then right, securing it's placement with a click and a hiss that provided confirmation. His hands, afterwards, ascended further to grasp at the harness that idly rest above him before enabling a grip that brought it down, over his figure, and secured his placement. If they were to be struck and the shuttle were to jolt, he would remained stationary. If they crashed and rumbled violently against the snow, he would remain stationary. It were in theory, of course. Everything had been designed the same, but minute details consistently varied. Hope is all that they had, truly.

Saaraishash Agents, within their Cloaked Freighter, began to smoothly depart the Behemoth and enter the vast unknown that was the void of space. But it weren't as one could typically envision, no, as it'd been decorated in a colourful display of superheated energy that tore through the darkness, detonating ships or sent aimlessly elsewhere. Harper, incapable of viewing the sight, sat motionless inside his seat and kept his eyes closed as the subtle ambience of the shuttle echoed. However, their cloaking hadn't been as flawless as they had believed. No. Kole had jolted at the impact that reverberated throughout the entirety of the freighter. But, still, remained near-motionless due to the harness. Harper had tensed his synthetic frame, and kept his eyes wide-shut.

It'd been a violent entry in a desperate attempt to reach the surface as they were viciously pursued; beams of colourful energy had been successfully deflected from the rear of the shuttle that sped ahead aggressively, and it seemed that heat had begun to form at the nose, ensnaring it, consuming it. Kole had been relatively frantic, but outwardly calm through his stationary positioning and concealed features. Yet, beneath the helm had he been entirely tense as if bracing for another inevitable impact, and synthetic sweat trickled from his forehead- his chest rapidly rising and falling. It were then, of course, that'd been forced to jolt once more as another impact struck them. Their descent came faster, and certainly less-controllable. The Pilots frantically spoke, but Kole couldn't hear a word they exclaimed for one reason or another. The interior had become bathed in a flashing red.

They had, eventually, come slamming right down into the snow. Those fighters had veered off after witnessing the crash that tore open pieces of the vessel.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Location: Planetside

The warrior-huntress was not always able to follow what was going on. She didn’t need to. The Force was that pathway to things that were beyond comprehension. She depended on her emotions and feelings. She could turn it electric just as well as she could burn a forest down around her. It was all a matter of how she focused, what she desired, and then finding the right way to trigger that and make it happen. But with [member="Varex"], the Vaemath, she didn’t understand that. It was some dark Sith magick poodoo for sure. And she was a bit curious about it, but that was for another time. The blonde shook her head.

The pilot, and the ship, she had her own task. That and the other man that was joining her and … the Lord. Wasn’t one for words, but he did seem to understand. If he was going to be running in and fighting, it meant she was going to have to be the artillery or the support. Whichever worked for the group and the situation. “Well, I’ll just hang behind you then, you seem… strong enough.” She said towards the scarred man.

That was when she finally turned her attention to the flight. It was a coping mechanism, not paying attention when they were surely all about to be killed. It was not her favorite thing, flying. Not one bit. But once they touched down? That was a bit better for her. The leather-clad huntress grinned as she stepped into the cold. The chill hit her but the Force found her fast and she was starting to generate more heat around her. Not like she was lighting things on fire, but she was speeding up molecules around her.

Rubbing her hands together. “We have the Force, my lord.” She said, and clapped, concentrating and pulling out a dripping ball of heat, and fire. No bigger than a shock ball but with the force of her throw, it was going to make a big dent.

Just… not big enough. “Fine.” She muttered.

[member="Kaine O'Doran"]
[member="Talon"] Varrik
[member="Varex"]

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

CSILLA

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Location: Csaplar.
Objective: Ensure the removal of Jen'ari forces on Csilla.
Allies: The Sith Empire & allies.
Enemies: Jen'ari Empire & allies.​

When caught between two immovable objects, there is little choice but to scale one before they collide.​

The trio exited the compound, the chilled but still mildly warmed air touching the skin of the Chiss, as they made for the landing pad nearby. A shuttle was there, ready, awaiting the arrival of Mitth'orn'eruod and his guard. Overhead, the distant thuds of impacts were heard, as the Sith Empire likely began attempting to punch through the surface of Csilla. The snow and ground were thick, compacted by thousands of years of winter, so the effort wouldn't be immediate. Given what Mitth'orn'eruod knew of the Sith Empire, he wondered at what kind of creations would swarm through the subterranean levels; surely the Sith would send their grown fodder before actual Sith, if only to weaken and soften up the Jen'ari forces, it made sense when one considered how important Force users were.

"Begin pre-flight checks, Ensign," The Vice Admiral said into the comm he now held. "I want to be at the CEDF base as soon as possible."

From the surface, the thunderous impacts continued, some getting louder. The last thing Mitth'orn'eruod wanted to do was navigate his way through a rage fueled Sith army, or in this case a pair of them. It would be hard enough explaining his position as a supporter for the removal of the Jen'ari, especially as laser bolts and missiles and whatever else was exploding in the area. No, this wouldn't be his ground battle, not now. Mitth'orn'eruod had done his job, he had helped the Sith Empire earn their best chance at getting close for maximum effect, and all while avoiding casualties to his fellow military. Mitth'orn'eruod did not fancy spilling his people's blood today, but the Jen'ari were another thing entirely...

"Shuttle is prepared, Vice Admiral, ready for takeoff on your command." The comm buzzed, the pilot's voice crackling through.

"Excellent, we will be arriving shortly."

Mitth'orn'eruod motioned for his guards to follow at a quicker pace, as dirt and rock began to shower portions of ground randomly. It seemed the Sith were almost through...

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Throughout the city of Csaplar, the voice of the Lieutenant continued to sound, even as the first tunnels created from the Sith Empire began to appear. The Chiss that remained in the capital were mostly Jen'ari supporters by this point, with the message provided for those who opposed the tyrants hopefully heard. It was going to be a hard fought battle, one that would cost Csaplar dearly, but one that needed doing. Those watching from distance would see the approaching army, staring in awe at the sheer size; and those nearest where that same army arrived would feel dread, if not for the exact same reason.

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Meanwhile, Mitth'orn'eruod's small ground force entered the shuttle, boarding the craft quickly. With the arrival of the Sith Empire's attack waves, seemingly grotesque beasts of some dark alchemy or other, the Vice Admiral wanted to be away to his ships promptly. The pilot waited for the dozen to strap in, then turned on repulsors and lifted off. The ships motions and transitions were smooth, proving the Ensign a capable pilot, to which Mitth'orn'eruod would ensure he was commended. But for the moment, there were pressing matters to attend to, and it was time to contact the fleet and have them prepare for the battle ahead...

"Hold on!" The pilot shouted, jerking the flight stick to one side as he looked up. "Incomin--"

From high, bursting through the rock above Csaplar, large debris rained down. The shuttle was caught amid the projectiles onslaught, damage to shielding and hull plating immediate considering the size of the objects. Red light began to flash, the pilot wrestled with the shuttle, but it was to no avail - they were going down. Mitth'orn'eruod let out a short sigh, as he looked to the cockpit, red eyes narrowed. It wasn't the pilot's fault, it just meant they would have to adapt and change their plans; but considering the Vice Admiral wasn't a marine or a commando, the notion of him being involved in direct combat action outside of a command bridge did not sound pleasant.

"Activating anticoncussion shielding, prepare for impact!"

The internals of the shuttle shimmered momentarily, as the shield that would assist with avoiding fatal levels of kinetic impact activated. Mitth'orn'eruod held the harness of his seat, his jaw clenched, even as the shuttle began to nosedive. They were headed toward the outskirts of Csaplar, but still close to the reinforcements of the Sith Empire. When they landed - assuming it was a landing they all survived - Mitth'orn'eruod planned on making direct contact with the nearby Sith forces, if only to regroup and avoid being slaughtered by fell beasts that were moving on the capital.

Looking down, Mitth'orn'eruod secured his comm, fastening it to his belt. When he looked back toward the pilot, he saw rushing ground coming toward the Ensign, and then a mighty crash...

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[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Tehkyram"]​

 

[Mythos]

Location: Orbit over Csilla/ On Board Magnus Battlecruiser
Objective: Prepare Forces. Eliminate Big Ships.
Fleet: Molok Fleet. One Flagship. Fifteen Angramar Cathedral Ships.
Armor: Golden Armor of Mythos
Weapoms: Sig

Mythos let the battle continiue it's intended path while he created a formation that placed him in the center of his fleet. The Cathedral ships were full of utility, they could break blockades and create them. He gave the order to create a blockade between him and the battle while only sending the elite squadron of the blades to conduct recon missions for the entierty of the battle. Their speed allowed them to execute with no casualties and no problems other than possible detection.

"Power the Hector. Prepare to fire."

The battle had gone exactly as The Ancient Eye had forseen, at some points the Empire was being heavily damaeged while the Jenari held their ground mainly because of the man who made his armor: [member="Kaine Australis"]. What drove the Mandalorian out of the good graces of the emperor was unbeknownst to the being known as Lord Mythos of Angramar, but it was significant. He presumed it had something to do with Commenor, while the Sith Lords had been busy with dominations and invasions Mythos had been settling personal scores and perfecting his new abilities.

Each Cathedral ship packed inside it four squadrons of fighters specifically, Mythos had insisted they drop bombers and or any other heavier type of spacecraft. To this point they had not been scrambled and the tough hull of the Angramars kept them safe from any stray shots or loose artillery. J

"Scramble Ion Six and Delta Five Squadrons. Engage in patrol ptrotocols." His voice rang with utter calm and patience, everything would soon come together, he knew what was about to happen, The Ancient Eye gave Lord Mythos now the ability to see into the future albeit like an amateur... he felt like a Sith Acolyte all over again... exited to learn and discover new powers.

"Are you confident in your visions sire?" Came a robotic voice, distorted by his armor. The towering figure of Anok-eh walked into the veiw of the cracked transparisteel, a constrast of Mythos' shifting moods. "A few seconds ago you claimed to show them how we used to fight? Is it the same?"

Mythos smiled at him, the shine of the golden irises flashing with green as the Goliath swung another blast at the planet. "It is all the same My Anubian friend..."

 

[Darth Necrin]

The question from the young sith walking beside him had no clear answer yet. Up till now, Necrin had just walked out into the city, getting ready to defend it. Luckily, his comm link, and Kao's, began beeping before he could answer. "Yes, what is it?" he asked rather annoyed into the comm link. "The sith has reached the Surface, my lord." It was the military leader of Csaplar. He was currently at the military base, overlooking the Battle. "Reports say they're in the tunnels." The tunnels, keeping all the cities of Csilla Connected. Apparantly, the invaders had found a breach into them. "WHAT? What are you doing With it, general?" Necrin did not sound anything but angry as he said this. "Some of Our forces has gone Down there, sir. But the majority are trying to keep the panic in the city Down, or in the Space Battle."

Necrin thought for a moment, then turned to Kao. "Come With me," he said, before heading towards one of the entrances to the tunnels. "I am going Down there. You are responsible for the Battle in the city, do not disapoint me!" One could hear a loud swallow from the military leader, before Necrin shut off the comm link. As they entered the tunnels, Necrin could feel other sith Down there, both allies and enemies.

The tunnels were long and confusing, at least to outsiders. This was an advantage for Necrin. He knew these tunnels personally. He used the force to make his movement faster, swiftly moving through the tunnel. After some time of running, and cutting Down the occasional enemy trooper who stood confused in the tunnels, they saw Neoplix. Necrin walked over there, With Kao behind. It was then he felt it. He felt other sith, at least one With Power Close to his own in Power, nearby. He looked at the two Apprentices who was now With him, and spoke "Get ready, I can sense enemy sith coming. They are strong. Do not underestimate them, it may be Your doom. Do good in this fight, and you might have a Bright future in Our Empire." He turned around, facing where he felt the sith would come from, and ignited his lightsaber.

[member="Kao Xusros"] | [member="Neoplix"] | [member="Azriel Mortii"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Tsisaar Taral"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Atmospheric fire gave way to the frigidity of Csilla's upper crust, black-blue clouds parting to reveal the true magnitude of the Empire's assault on the world. Where the Sith had been able to garner a foothold existed prefabricated fortifications, works of permacrete and durasteel hastily erected to serve as anchors on an enemy world. Orthodox starfighters twirled and danced with heretical fighters in the atmosphere, the wreckages of such confrontations plummeting down into the icy surface in violent collisions followed by sunburst explosions and the spray of burning debris in every direction.

Sith-Imperial Gunships dipped and dived across the battlefield, letting loose salvos of short-range missiles into enemy formations and vehicles as they came within sight of their guns. In open battle, the Empire held firm sway over the destiny of thousands of soldiers, their air superiority unquestionable with the lack of enemy commanders moving to prevent the Sith landfall. It was when the Empire moved to secure the underground entrances to the Chiss railways that they encountered the fiercest resistance, Legionnaires using their own dead as cover as they found themselves caught in lethal chokepoints, paying each inch of ground gained with blood.

The Crestfallen II came to land near the forward command point at the entryway to Csaplar itself, the senior officers bowing in reverence to the Emperor as he strode down the disembarkation ramp flanked by four of his Nerean Crownguard. One of the officers, a middle-aged Human male wearing the designation of Colonel, approached the Emperor and bade him welcome to the battlefield.

"Your Excellency, our assault is going as planned. Resistance has been fierce, but it is nothing we haven't quantified thanks to our Chiss allies' intelligence."

"This pleases me, Colonel. Continue with the attack, do not rest until Csaplar is in our hands."

"And what of the heretical Emperor, Your Excellency?"

"He hides behind his slaves and lickspittle followers, he is of no concern. The longer he takes to play his hand, the stronger our hold grows. Inform the front-line commanders that I am to be joining them, it's been too long."

"By your will, My Emperor."

Several Phi and Mastodon class transports began to land nearby, disembarkation ramps popping open to let hundreds of black-plated soldiers out into the cold frigid air.

These were the Blackblade Guard, the most infamous paramilitary organization known to the modern galaxy. Serving as Kaine Zambrano's personal army for decades, they had carved out a legacy as elite soldiers unfettered by morality and willing to execute any action commanded to them by the Zambrano family. Synonymous with the Emperor himself, these Jedi and Mandalorian killers were among the best the Empire had to offer in terms of martial might.

And they now marched, alongside their Emperor, towards the front lines.

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

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Location: Planetary
Allies:TJE
Enemies:TSE

Nyx could only watch as her apprentice sensed something in the force, she too felt it but knew she had to let her apprentice handle this one, for if he didn't he would never learn to handle fights without her. She herself set off in the opposite direction, she knew the forces on that side of the city would need just as much if not more help handling the invading forces

As she reached the edge of the city she saw a few dropships approaching the ground, she thought back to her trials where she had single-handedly taken out 250 troops, those were the good old days, she thought as she drew her Crimson sabers igniting them with a sizzle.

As the dropships touched down and the troops began pouring out Nyx Assumed her Form III stance preparing to block blaster bolts, as they began to fire she inched ever closer to them, knowing that once she was in reach of them she could start to dismantle them

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

Location: Planetside of Csilla
Objective: Meet up with [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Allies: TSE and friends
Enemy: TJE and allies

The smell of charred flesh had filled the battleground of Csilla. All around Ithnan were the roars of the legion, wails of the enemy, and the overarching orchestra of chaos. He himself was not accompanying any of the noises as his saber deactivated and was placed back at his waist. The metallic taste of foreign blood dripping into mouth elicited him to spit over the corpse of a freshly fallen Chiss soldier.

The white snow had been quickly painted red as wave after wave of legionnaires touched down on the icy planet and set to work on eradicating any opposition that chose to stand in its way. Soon the raging fire of battle close by came to a small ember as the landing zone had been all but established and nearby fortifications dealt with. All that remained were the distant echoes of other skirmishes. Sadly that was not to be his task today as he made his way back to a string of AIT holding fresh soldiers from space to further fan out and deploy across other battlefields.

Csilla was a different ordeal than Commenor. Where Commenor housed most people on its surface the world of Csilla had forced any major signs of life to the congregate underground. The capital was no different and so over communications, the progress of nearby tunneling operations was sent out periodically. The final shield of the people of Csilla was the very planet itself. Once the planetary shield had fallen it didn't take long for waves of blood and beast to descend on the ground forces the Jenari could squabble together. Even his landing onto the surface was fairly quiet as bombers and fighters dealt with any proper deterrence to the Empires second advantage over the Jenari, the sheer number of people they could field.

As the metal ramped raised up and the transport began to rise Ithnan made his way to the pilot. " Follow these coordinates." It was a quick cold order that held no sense of urgency. He wasn't afraid for his master's life, not here, not against these people. He had promised to meet her as swiftly as possible but even he couldn't help but test the mettle of the Jenari defense. His master, on the other hand, would unsurprisingly have chosen not to concern herself with the frontlines. He had no idea why she had touched down where she did but it didn't matter in the grand scheme.

Activating his communication line to [member="Taeli Raaf"] he would speak "Master I am approaching your location now with some...." he looked behind him to the ten legionnaires quietly standing as the movement of the transport shook them on occasion "Friends....do you need ground support?" It was a less offensive way of asking if she was in danger. While he had no fear the reply would be no he couldn't help but question the person projecting their presence all over. It was a foolish effort to set one's mind to but it made him question what tricks the Jenari might be able to produce.

With his transport racing through the air with purpose, he took in whatever it is he could see from above. From fighters from both sides of the battled dancing near and far away to the strange creatures he saw burrowing into the ground Ithnan's confidence that the Jenari effort was waning only grew. With Csilla cleansed the first step to curing the galaxy of these false Sith would be a great one.

 

[Lark]

Location: Tunnels in Csilla
Objective: FIGHT
Allies: TSE [member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Azriel Mortii"]
Enemies: TJE [member="Darth Necrin"] [member="Kao Xusros"] [member="Neoplix"] [member="Khali Strahd"]

Together, the three Sith entered the tunnels beneath the frozen hellscape above. Lark could hear the distant sounds of descending vessels and explosions, whether they came from the city or the sky he couldn't say. Perhaps both. But he needn't concern himself with that. He had a mission, one that he intended to carry out. While the planetary shield might have fallen, there were still a number of defenses that could hamper Sith forces that attempted to land. These tunnels were where these defenses were hidden, if they could be taken out than the Sith Empire would be one step closer to victory.

As soon as they entered the crevice leading into the labyrinth of frost below, they faced an unending horde of Jen'ari soldiers who fought with bravery, but which was ultimately in vain. But he could sense that not all of his enemies would fall as easily as them. Somewhere close, Lark could sense a dark presence, a familiar presence. One that he constantly felt during his training sessions on Bastion, whenever he fought against Krest or alongside Sith defenders at Mirial. One could argue whether the Jen'ari were true Sith or not all day long, and it mattered not to Lark. But the ones he approached were proficient in the Dark Side, and it was Lark's job to kill them.

Nothing else mattered.

They turned a corner, and found themselves facing the beings that Lark sensed from before. Their sabers were ignited and ready for a fight, alongside a handful of other soldiers. There were several personas that Lark often switched to that might have attempted to sway these people over to the side of the Sith Empire, or persuade them to surrender. But not the one he currently adopted. Tsisaar commanded that no mercy would be shown, which was fine with Lark. He had killed people much more innocent without regret, without a second thought.

The two groups faced off, and Lark slowly drew his enchanted Sith dagger, which was blessed with the same properties as a lightsaber, a gift from his old master. He kept his enchanted sword sheathed for the time being, the tunnels were not very wide and he didn't want to risk accidentally striking his allies. It might have been small, but the dagger had ended far more lives than were currently in the room. Lark drew the Force into him, just as Krest taught him, a time that seemed so long ago now.

It's nothing personal, Lark thought as he prepared to fight, with hell in his eyes. Heretics or not, you'll die here. Buried beneath this inhospitable glacier, you'll perish with screams of terror filling your ears, alone and forgotten in this cold, dark, nothingness.

 

[Mythos]

Location: On Board the Magnus Flagship. Csilla Orbit.

Objective: Now witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational battlecruiser

Armor: The Golden Armor of Mythos.

Weapons: Sig

Allies: TSE
Enemies:TJE. (Targeting the Bioship [member="Kaine Australis"])

"The Hector is ready to fire at your command Lord Magnus."

The voice of the engineers who surrounded the command center was drowned by the constant radio chatter of the main coms. Every order was coordinated, the Sith Imperial officers made sure military cohesion and tactics were in a hustle everywhere on the ship. The crew being predominantly Anubian and the controls the same had little trouble comunicating and following official orders, the merging of both cultures had been a sucess.

"Target the bioship. Divert all power to the particle beam weapon" Mythos said, his eyes locked at the spec in the cracked transparisteel that was the enemy ship. He knew it was wounded, he knew one blast from his main weapon would blow the ship into a million scrap parts. Or would they be more limbs than scrap? He made a mental note to send spacers to collect some samples.

His words were quickly followed by the cranking of levers and the turning of dials all over the ship. Anyone attuned to the force would feel this blast way before it was even fired, the batteries of this ship were living beings and they screamed in agony as they were violently drained to power the hector. In the point of the ship the particle beam laser weapon began to charge, each glowing tip glowing slowly brighter with the sickening energy.

It took several seconds but all batteries were ready and the weapons spiked tips shined in a sickeningly red light. The inside of the ship glowed an unnatural red as all exposed tubes and mechanics funneled the energy to the hector.

Anok-eh gave Mythos a nod and he returned it, instead of an order to fire Anok-eh simply slammed the bottom of his staff on the durasteel floor. The battlefield would be split in two as the particle beam laser weapon parted the sky in a red streak aimed at the bio ship.