Faction Reclamation (The Sith Empire)

[Decimus]

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The day had finally come. With the recent political collapse of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, their once vast territories had fallen into a state of chaos. Geonosis, a former Confederate capital, had fallen into disarray. The Geonosian hives bickered over territory now CIS control had disappeared, and former citizens were now caught in the crossfire. The time had come for Geonosis's former ruler to make his return. Decimus, once the old Super Tactical Droid known as Aut-X, now Viceroy of the Duumvirate of Mustafar, would finally reclaim what was rightfully his. HE was the true successor of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Not the upstarts that'd claimed that title.

The time to enact his plan had begun. With the support of one of his masters, Demiurge, he would unleash the combined might of the Kainate and the former Sith Imperial Droid Military upon the desert world, supported by Geonosian hives still secretly loyal to him after his departure from the planet. A sizeable invasion fleet arrived in hyperspace above Geonosis, meeting no naval resistance in space, at least. Things on the surface however would likely be more violent. Hostile hives would either need to be taught to bend the knee, or thoroughly eradicated.

The plains near the ancient Petranaki arena would make for the invasion force's initial landing site, where Decimus's core ships and Kainate landing craft made landfall, unleashing the battle droids and Kainate troops they had been carrying. They would be met by warriors from the hives loyal to Decimus, aiding them in establishing the initial foothold. The conquest had begun...

Darth Carnifex

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Unknown warships, having never appeared before in the galaxy, materialized in orbit over Geonosis. Starfighters, of vague Imperial designs and hundreds of them, also appeared out of hyperspace alongside the various cruisers. The fleet separated into smaller formations, moving down into Geonosis' atmosphere and splitting up to tackle different strategic regions. Several ships maneuvered to cover the capital city, Golbah, while others moved on the Petranaki arena and the hive spires.

The vacuum exposed in the collapse of the Confederate government was quickly being filled by various power structures, a frantic land grab occurred all across former Confederate space by pirates, slavers, independence movements, and those with far more sinister intentions. This was but one of many to occur across the entirety of Confederate space. Fire streaked through the air as whatever defensive systems the Confederates left in place were quickly neutralized by the sudden deployment of air-to-surface missiles striking at multiple locations simultaneously.

Treasonous components of the former Confederate government were quick to switch their allegiances back to their true masters, paving the way for their arrival in the hours preceding it. Daggers in the dark hamstrung the strength of those who still held true to their beliefs.

A shuttle touched down on the campus of the Citadel, the greatest concentration of the Knight Obsidian on the planet. Whatever strength it held, whatever boon it had gained from the Confederate government went up in flames alongside its benefactor. The corpses of several slain Knights were strewn about on the paved ornate stone as the shuttle's boarding ramp lowered, footfalls heralding the arrival of a hooded figure from within the ship.

The figure looked to his left, then to his right. Smoke curled up into the bright yellow sky from where the first-strike salvos had hit, primarily the surface cannons and shield generator relays. This had allowed several detachments of crimson-clad soldiers to make landfall.

Breathing in deep, Demiurge walked towards the smoldering entryway and smiled warmly to himself.

 

[Aegon of Vitria]

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objective:
CLAIM GEONOSIS - GAIN TROOPS

tag(s):
Decimus , Darth Carnifex , OPEN

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GEONOSIS / GOLBAH HIVE / GOLBAHTA ARENA / 874 ABY
THE VORNSKR, THE BEETLE AND THE DROID I

No rest for the defeated. The Sith Empire was a shadow of what it has been, reduced by the relentless attacks of the New Imperial Order, pushed back step after step until it was at the cliff. It was struggling, wrestling and it lost, got pushed off and fragmented on the rocks below. And it was good. There was no place for imperialism, for order or for decadence among the Sith, no rest or mercy for the dormant, for change was the only constant which had to be held up high. Conflict, challenge, change were the pillars on which nature was built. There was no evolution without death, no mutation without error, no survivors but the best.

Aegon believed in that, He lived like that. One wrong step and you life could end, one missed opportunity and you will reach the finish line as second. Understanding the risks, taking the confidence, often the boldness or arrogance to conquer the margin of failure and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat was what was necessary. Relying on armies, navies, lightsaber or Force powers alone will not bring anyone to the top. Relying on all might secure you a position, for a while, but the Force has its wicked own will, it is a beast untamed, sickly interpreted by the Jedi as harmony, it is the primeval devourer. You have to utilize your worldly assets and push, leave behind what you don´t need anymore, kill what is in your way, conquer what seems unconquerable and overcome what seems impossible. Repeat. There can be no rest on this side of the grave.

He did not like insectoids that much, their language was weird, the smell was disgusting and their habits were questionably sentient. The Geonosians fitted perfectly into that. The Bastard stood between some of their hive leaders and more importantly, the master of the local arena. They looked at Him with some expectation, some interest and probably some disgust - understandably. He was not really amazed by their presence either, so it was kinda mutual. But today was not the day of mammalians. The arena was filled to brink with the entire hives warrior caste and in the pit all the gladiators had gathered, were gathered, they were not exactly fond of each other and had to be chained. When Aegon had heard that, He offered a short chuckle and smile, agreeing to put them there.

Accompanied by a protocol droid to translate the nonsense clacking of their mandibles, Aegon would have heard their protest and forced them here or face annihilation. They were as proud warriors as they wanted to be, but their guards were dead before they could finish calling for them. So they complied and gathered their hive in the arena, at least that portion which was interesting.

"Listen and rejoice, for I have come to make you an offer only few have the opportunity to get!"

Aegon stepped towards the railing of the VIP platform, His arms extended and including the entire arena.

"Gladiators! Warriors of Geonosis! You sit here, bleed in the very sand you stand on, for what? For the glory of a stage of thousands? To protect the interest of these decadent and ignorant aristocrats? You are worth more! You can make a name for yourself, each and every one of you. But not here, not in this bowl of dust and dirt. No, but there!"

The halfbred pointed up into the sky and towards the stars beyond, His reptilian like eyes following His own finger.

"Swear fealty to Me and I will grant you the opportunity to venture out and earn actual renown, real fame and fight on the most fierce of battlefields, plunder the wealthiest planets and combat the most potent fighters the Galaxy has ever seen!"

With a smooth and incredibly fast movement, the bare eye not able to actually see anything but a glyph-infused metal for the split of a second, accompanied by a ZISH! sound, Aegon had decapitated the leading aristocrats of the hive standing next to Him.

"The choice is yours! Choose swiftly and purge those that stand against the future!"

The arena would erupt in a cacophony of violence and battering noise afterwards . . . .



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[Darth Carnifex]

Blasterfire streaked towards him, but it did not reach him. At every juncture, it was avoided, blocked, or deflected by the superiorly skilled Sith Lord. The fall of the Confederacy hit the Knight Obsidian hard, their best and brightest had been scattered to the cosmic winds. Only neophytes and aged knights stood in his way, not to mention the defense force that still garrisoned the citadel and the surrounding city. None of that could withstand the brute force of a well-trained and disciplined Sith strike force, not without the support of the now-defunct Confederate army.

Green saber flashed, striking a Confederate soldier from shoulder to hip. He crumbled to the ground as a cry ripped loose from his lips, one of pain and of warning. Others converged to avenge him, but they were met by a volley of blaster bolts from the Kainate soldiers that stormed ahead in coordinated thrusts to engulf the beleaguered defenders. Grenades were lobbed to clear the way, the detonations rattling the surrounding architectures and sending plumes of dust flying high into the air.

Through the congestion, Demiurge moved with purpose. His mind was attuned to the Dark Side and his reflexes were instantaneous, he did not need to think before he acted; he simply acted. He stabbed down into a fallen Knight Obsidian, spearing the lad through the chest and down into the floor. He withdrew his saber with a harsh pull, shoving the corpse to the ground before walking over it.

"Close, very close now." Muttered the Dark Lord, turning a corner to reach a large barred door. He extended his left hand towards the door and clenched his open hand into a tight fist. The door buckled and broke under an immense strain, ripped from its hinges and thrown aside. Ahead was the Archive of the Knight Obsidian, a repository of all their accumulated knowledge. Levels upon levels of information, rivaling the archives of the Jedi Order and the old Sith Datavault in sheer magnitude.

Running not far behind him were Kainate technicians, each equipped with specific cybernetic enhancements that allowed them to plug into dataports and directly access the data through their neural interfaces. Once the door had been ripped away, they rushed in to access the nearest dataports and plug themselves in. Kainate soldiers followed after them, preparing to defend the technicians with their lives. Demiurge, on the other hand, left them to their work and levitated himself high up into the archive before setting down on a balcony.

Ahead was the inner sanctum where the Knights Obsidian kept their analog data, stored on ole tomes and flimsiplast manuscripts.

This data was going to be his.

Decimus | Aegon of Vitria ​

 

[Decimus]

Decimus quietly observed events unfolding from a holodisplay within his personal Sheathipede-class shuttle. He had tasked Kainate forces and his own droid armies to sweep across Geonosis and secure all valuable sites and locations of importance, while also conducting purges of hives that had refused to surrender to Decimus's will and bend the knee. The restoration of his rule over the planet was but the first stepping stone of a larger plan. He needed the military production capabilities the hives could offer him to replace the loss of control over his former oversector in what was once Sith space. Battle droids, weapons and ships needed to be constructed en-masse and stockpiled to aid in whatever plans his sith superiors were in the process of envisioning, and securing his status in whatever New Order arose would be crucial.

When Demiurge had launched his assault on the headquarters of the Knights Obsidian, Decimus moved to provide assistance to his efforts. Droid Gunships and Sheathipede-class Shuttles carrying a great number of BX-series Droid Commandos and IG-100 Magnaguards were deployed, infiltrating via the roof, before proceeding to sweep through the temple and engage the remaining holdouts of Confederate resistance.

They were soon followed by Decimus himself, his shuttle touching down beside Demiurge's outside the temple. He swiftly made his way through it's interior, flanked by a squad of his fellow Carnifex-class Dark Troopers, to join his master within the inner sanctum.

Darth Carnifex
Aegon of Vitria

 

[Aegon of Vitria]

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objective:
CLAIM GEONOSIS - GAIN TROOPS

tag(s):
Decimus , Darth Carnifex , OPEN

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GEONOSIS / GOLBAH HIVE / GOLBAHTA ARENA / 874 ABY
THE VORNSKR, THE BEETLE AND THE DROID II

Decimus had generously provided droids for the invasion and Aegon had utilized their presence right after arrival at Golbah Hive. They were the moving force behind His initial success of gathering the warrior caste and aristocracy in the large arena. Magna Guards were the only droids Aegon found rmeotely interesting. Everyone could program, slice or push a button to make droids obey, and those were at least capable fighters, but otherwise it was His belief that you had to conquer heart and mind, through dominance and violence, deception and fear to gain an army, to gain followers, servants and slaves. Droids were a luxury, rich lads with big ambitions and small brains would use them to make quick profit, get limited leverage and thats it. They were too greedy and fat to get their hands on actual warriors like Aegon was doing in this very moment.

Nevertheless, the IG-100s rushing onto the platform were a welcome sight, supporting those that proclaimed for the Sith Lord, killing without remorse and with most accuracy. Aegon would just stand there an watch, those trying to attack Him were either being tackled by their own, former, kin or right away killed by the Bastard with the Force. Both the pit and ranks of seats were filled with dead, their blood and worse and the cause for all of this was just standing and watching, observing the bloody mess of a battle from a balcony, a satisfied smile on His face as He took all the death and chaos in and sighed internally. Satisfaction and a surge of power were His reward.

The goal for the masses was not to kill each other to the last man standing and those who had grasped that, would sooner and later make their way up the balcony. Gladiators and Geonosians alike were appearing, in small groups or alone, to kneel in front of the epicanthix halfbred, offering their allegiance and weapons to be used at His will. With mere nods Aegon was accepting their oaths and promises, sending them to secure the city and organise themselves. They were of no use if they could not be formed into a decent force which would obey His commands, He didn´t care who led them, who took charge or whatever, only the strongest would remain and would follow Him off-world, the others remained at the disposal and needs of the Sith Empire.

The slaughter in the arena was over, but the attack and conquest of the Hive had just begun.



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[SF-3335]

Location: Golbah City, Geonosis
Tempest Squadron: FAE/V-07 “Atroxa” Attack Speeder Bike (10)
Tags: Darth Carnifex Decimus Aegon of Vitria

Tempest Squadron descended on Golbah City with a cold, predatory fury, leaving death, destruction, and confusion in their wake as they ripped through the disorganized lines of the Confederate defenders. One of their number, Trooper SF-3335, pushed her bike with bloodthirsty intent as she lined up a strafing run on a patrolling formation of BR1-series battle droids, which were accompanied by a few heavier B2 Super units. She targeted the latter first, her machine’s quartet of machine guns roaring to life as they unleashed a barrage of large caliber rounds on the unsuspecting automatons, ripping through durasteel and armorplast plating in a series of small explosions as the rail-accelerated projectiles found their marks. Beneath her helmet, the Morellian speeder bike jockey’s nostrils flared with satisfaction as four kill confirmations registered in her mind link, leaning her body over the bike as she turned the corner to disappear down a different street, before the remaining droids could return fire.

Then, letting her left foot push and scrape off the ground, the Morellian rounded her bike in a sharp 180-degree turn and tapped the afterburner, giving her machine a short burst of violent acceleration for a split-second as she drove her bike back around the corner, her machine guns roaring as they cut down the ten remaining droids, lightly-constructed BR1s that were felled like grass under a scythe.

“Sector Gamma-9, clear.” SF-3335 said in ghoul-speak as the last droid collapsed to the ground, its slender, mechanical form hewn in twain.

A similar scene played out after she moved to Gamma-10, finding and clearing another of the lingering Confederate droid patrols in a flurry of lancing machine gun fire, this one composed solely of BR1-series units, 20 in total. Mayn of the droids were old, with a few bearing marks of battle wear and tear, likely from the strange, Nether-based beasts that had torn through the Confederate space in the weeks before. Since then, the Confederate government had utterly collapsed, retreating into deep space much like the Sith Empire after Ziost. Only now, the Sith were back on the rise, driven by the Eternal Father’s Eclipsing Mission.

Soon, the Day would be upon the galaxy.

For now, there was still much work to be done before it could arrive.

Spoiler: Loadout

• FAE/V-07 “Atroxa” Attack Speeder Bike
  
  • Twin Linked Gun Hardpoint (2)
    
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Guns
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Guns
  • Universal Chemical Projectile Launcher (2)
    
    • Pink Vapor
    • Pink Vapor
  • Pilot Gear
    
    • DS-101 “Venture” Multipurpose Protective Attire
      
      • Energy Shield
        
        • Concussion Shield
      • Utility
        
        • Neahtid Earpiece
        • G1 OmniLink
        • Lyra Gravity Belt
    • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol