Invasion Return the Favour | EE Invasion of GA held Byss

[Iasha Rha]

Darth Carnifex Second Son
Ryv Aldric Maijan Paisea Viribus​

As soon as the speeder flashed by over Iasha, she used the Force to push herself up to her feet at an unnatural angle, as if falling in reverse. The two halves of the speeder crashed into the walls as she turned her side in the direction of the Jedi and dropped her centre of gravity in preparation to spring into action. Her sabre pointed at the back of Alaric, though there was some distance she would have to cover to truly make a difference in this fight.

It was then she caught the sound of another speeder hurtling their direction in a similar fashion to the one she had just split.

While her sabre remained pointed at Aldric, her attention went to the rapidly approaching Ryv.

Now, between these two drivers jumping in and those harassing the Sith Knight, it was clear the Jedi had started to push through. They may have thought they had broken through the shell when, in truth, all they had done was find the hardened core of Byss' dark nature. They could try to hide it, try to tuck away this dark nexus with their prayers and happy thoughts, but the darkness would always be there.

The second speeder crashed into the wall like the first, unaided by her, and the twi'lek drew on the darkness still remaining here in the heart of the nexus. As the Kiffar soared through the air above and placed himself between Aldric and Carnifex' enchanted blade, Iasha leapt into action with a muted hiss. The Force lengthened her leap as she crossed the distance in an instance. Her blade lashed out against Aldric's back, then was quickly followed by an attempt at sweeping his leg out from under him.

She knew she stood little chance against two Jedi on her own, but she was a tool for the Sith Lord to use.

A weapon for him to command.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | Complete the Ritual.
L O C A T I O N | Moridin's Citadel, Ritual Chamber.
T A G S |

Spoiler: help me

Darth Carnifex , Second Son , Vidalu Na'an , Ingrid L'lerim , Iasha Rha
Maijan Paisea , Ripley Kühn , Ryv , Zaavik Dagoth .

N P C S | Diabolico, Belias, Ecliptor
T H E M E | Killing Perfection.
V O I C E | Rawr.
G E A R | Armor, Ring, Choker
Lightwhip, Staff, Pistol.
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Sadly was the way things liked to play out, if given time and will to do it so, Lunafreya would enjoy the long debate filled soaked with mockery given to a human male about her actions. As if she was to give any man in this galaxy any sort of explanation for her actions. This ritual was too carefully planned for her thought to be directed on believing in his words, the blood of innocence to awaken its attention to such light, the blood of sensitives, touched from darkness to corrupt and dismay as the light in the globe to be bled out and polluted, granting safe passage inside, for all life withered before the light, this was the ultimate truth, six thousand years ago to a hundred, all darkness bowed to the light. But, as many had done in the past such as the Sith Emperor, Vitiate, or even Disciples in their attempt of bringing a tyrant back from his grave, the battle outside, bloody and red, served a purpose, for it filled with such emotions were to satisfy its hunger, distract its rage and serve as payment for what was to come. Binding the ritual and sealing the deal.

Magic always came with a price, and for her, it was nothing more than her soul. Slowly did she open her eyes, to gaze upon her creation and bear witness to its wonder, with her palms open to the ceiling, Lunafreya called upon the darkness as she brought her right hand, allowing her arm of immaculate white flesh to absorb the dark air lingering in the cold room. Skin yet so pale and gentle that it was almost translucent, were it not milky and warm. With the nail of her own thumb, sharp and painted gold, she prickled the fleshy part on the tip of her index finger, allowing a single drop of her blood to appear, letting it drip through her finger and fall directly to the globe above the table. A relieved sigh blew from her lips when the drop fell on the crystal, causing Belias to frown his face wondering on the matter as if she expected something terrible to happen, which she most definitely did.

The drop fell on the crystalline surface of the globe and didn’t stand there for long, instead, she slid inside the globe as if it was made of water, mingling and crossing through its dark interior, going straight to its center where the light was swallowed by the reddish color, allowing the dark texture of the globe to become what it was meant to be: complete. Once more, the elzeri female sighed bowing her body and grabbing the staff within her grasp, the black metal sliding through her fingers, harsh and vibrant, as she forced her mind to toss itself back in the sea of darkness, calling out in the names of magic and witchcraft for the shadows to fill its vessel and use her body, guided by the sheer will of her mind to performing this foul deed. Gently, her voice came to be heard as a lover’s promise on midnight, if such promise was ever done in Korriban on more odious language.

“Qoottoi jin nun...“ The echo of her words began to grow, mist in the ceiling seemed to muster and form a cloud. Imposing more of her will on this act, Lunafreya chanted as if she was, once again singing in the sandy beaches of her home planet. “Qoritatul nyâshtik apata... Wolatul nyâshtik apata... Wol jin nun.” Even with eyes closed, her two large ears could hear what was going on in front of her, for deep inside the crystal her drop of blood now seemed to answer her calling by starting to move, rotating gently inside the globe, as if slowly awakening and putting herself to move, motivated by the melody of her enchantment.

“Qoottoi jin nun
Qoritatul nyâshtik apata
Wolatul nyâshtik apata
Wol jin nun“​

Her knowledge regarding Sith language was always something she could find great pride in it. Lunafreya was never sure when it would be paid off and didn’t regret having done such vile acts in the name of her pride and greed, but now, the female’s mind focused on every hateful thought that staggered her heart pouring those as a bridge between her intention and that which formed the darkness. Every sin she had committed, every vile act she had commanded, every soul that was destroyed and torn apart for her personal enjoyment, all freely given to the darkness as tokens for her appreciation, for above all things, Lunafreya poured in her malice, her cruelty and her will to dominate all things. For she was Destiny's tool, bound to rule and conquer her place among the mightiest of creatures, determined to achieve divinity, spit in its eyes and assume its place.

“Qoottoi jin nun
Qoritatul nyâshtik apata
Wolatul nyâshtik apata
Wol jin nun“​

The blood was spinning faster, and faster. A little hurricane trapped inside a crystal ball, calling and crying out through the shadows of time, and Lunafreya, with her closed eyes, began to enchant those four lines, over and over again, pouring more of herself, dumping more of the darkness within her heart, her own voice began to modulate itself for this situation, becoming distorted, as above all of them, the mist amassed in the ceiling as clouds, endless clouds, heavy and thick, obscure and malevolent. It was the dark side of this Nexus answering to her calling, as a silent god that came to observe the acts of lesser beings, but this was her hour, and like so many around her, Lunafreya would not back down, hers was the will and lust to soak her entire body in the blood of billions to achieve her goals.

“Qoottoi jin nun
Qoritatul nyâshtik apata
Wolatul nyâshtik apata
Wol jin nun!

Qoottoi jin nun
Qoritatul nyâshtik apata
Wolatul nyâshtik apata
Wol jin nun!

Qoottoi jin nun
Qoritatul nyâshtik apata
Wolatul nyâshtik apata
Wol jin nun!”​

Howling in the dark, not only the blood spun inside the globe. Everything inside its crystalline shell now moved, spinning as her blood lighten itself up as a fiery heart, hurling all that mass of gray ooze inside, spinning and spinning, and as she chanted, the clouds above her head seemed alive, for they were answering her calling. Lunafreya stood with wide-open, golden mist leaving the tip of her tongues, for hers was the knowledge of old magic, and as the connection between all three elements became greater, so did its consequences. Soon, her eyes had nothing on them, they became empty shells in which all its gleaming gold-tone took over, like liquid gold shining under low light, immovable by anything and majestic.

 

[Shaka Sunstar]

GALACTIC ALLIANCE
BYSS CAPITAL
RIDING SOLO/DOLO
Armor | 2x Lightsaber
Engaging: Eskk Jannik

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The invader lost his footing and collapsed. Only a step or two behind him, Shaka's gaze flickered from side to side to track where he'd take his next steps, even as he traveled through the air. Dropping down, he hit the speeder right where the saboteur had been, his brown gaze scrutinizing the man as he played the role of coward and continuously fled.

Not much of a fighter. He'll surrender.

Following in the direction of where Eskk Jannik rolled, Shaka leapt from vehicle to vehicle, but he hadn't gotten too far when the set up explosives detonated.

Time slowed for the Thyrsian in that moment. In the corners of his visor, it lit up in flames as the concussive force threw Marines from where they stood, limbs, torso, structural pillars, all of them destroyed as Shaka was mid leap to another partially constructed vehicle. Too slow in apprehending the hostile, his hand shot up to the Marines closest to the doorway and with the invisible guiding hand of the Force, threw them from the establishment and out the threshold.

Cast from his original trajectory, he spun through the air, flames licking around him as he crashed into the side of something, unable to discern what it was before he hit the ground, the building collapsing inwards and burying the pair of them within the rubble of the former factory. In the surrounding area, Marines looked on in horror as the majority of their unit was buried, likely killed in the explosive collapse of the building.

 

[Eskk Jannik]

Tags: Shaka Sunstar

Eskk was now buried under a building. Debris surrounded him on all sides. He tried using the force on the vehicle to lift it up and free himself from the rubble. It shifted upwards for just a second, but was too heavy.

Eskk would have to dig his way out then. He activated his saber and started to use it to carve away various chunks of debris. He formed a tunnel wide enough for him to crawl through using this method. Still it would be slow progress.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Force Nexus, Moridin's Citadel, Byss
Gear: Elpsis' Armour, Inferno, Uproar Blaster, Hold-out Bolter, Shotgun, Wrist Ion Paddle Beamer, Renegade, Grenades.
Allies: GA
Ingrid L'lerim

There was resistance on the way into the heart of the Citadel. Elpsis fought with blade, the Force and gun. Fire crackled and Inferno hummed. All the while, the nexus fed on the deaths, and the oppressive darkness only grew stronger the deeper she ventured into it. Whispers clawed at her mind, promising power, glory and all that. Mirages tried to lull her in. She quietly recited her prayer and fought. A Warden - though Elpsis did not know him as such and just mistook him for a Dark Jedi or Sith - engaged her and she parried his lightsabre away. She quickly riposted, and he deflected skillfully, revealing a second lightsabre.

A stab towards her torso bounced off due to her Phrik armour, but then he slashed at her hand. She withdrew it, but felt a searing burn across her wrist. Then he was upon her again. The Warden was a good swordsman and Elpsis was no blademistress. However, a fight was not a polite dinner party, so playing fair meant nothing to her. She pulled back, trading space for time. As he came at her with one blade moving low, the other high, a shot from her wrist ion paddle beamer wrapped around one of his sabres and he experienced paralysis in his right shoulder. She dodged the other strike he managed to launch and cut his hand with her sabre's crossguard. Then she thrust her blade through his throat. There was a gurgle, and he was dead.

A semi-material sorcerer, doubtless another construct of a vile experiment that violated the laws of the Lifeweb, blasted her with a scalding torrent of lightning. Some of it was deflected by her lightsabre or her armour, other bolts struck her and caused her to wince as they burnt into her flesh. The whispers of the nexus grew stronger. She absorbed the energy, and a blast of the Force rippled from her, hitting the sorcerer hard despite the latter summoning a shield.

Suddenly the sorcerer made a gesture, and corpses rose. Elpsis could not tell whether these were dead Eternal Empire or Galactic Alliance personnel. Either way, shambling corpses made their way to her, clawing, grabbing and trying to hit her with whatever they could get their hand ones.

Such magicks were unnatural. They were an offence to the Lifeweb. All life went through the cycle of birth, life, death and rebirth. It was the sacred wheel. And so she gave their souls release with fire and sabre. More lightning from the sorcerer scarred her features and burnt skin, before he too was consumed by the hungry flames.

At last she had reached the hall, where some sort of ritual seemed to be taking place. Chanting could be heard, and she could feel the Force flow through various beings as they focused their power on what? The nexus, though Elpsis knew nothing about their intent. Amidst all this, she caught sight of her foe. A blast of flame swept towards Ingrid, aiming to ideally throw her somewhere hard and set her on fire.

 

[Vidalu Na'an]

Objective : Access the Nexus
Equipment: One(1) shoto lightsaber, One(1) standard E-11D blaster carbine, One(1) industrial-strength syntherope (50m), Two(2) standard thermal detonators, One(1) Imperial trooper helmet with standard comm connections
Team: Five (5) Eclipse soldiers, trained in stealth operations. Led by Sergeant Dag Velardi
Tags: LE-03 (Leigh), Taozi Fuyuan, Loreena Arenais-Valhoun , Kalic Daws, Ingrid L'lerim , Takui, Kaze, Ripley Kühn
Proximity: Darth Carnifex , Second Son, Iasha Rha , Kaito Kiyoshi, Maijan Paisea
Interacting: Lunafreya Solidor​

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the broad didn't even acknowledge him. That should not have been a surprise. Instead, Dag got to watch as she spun on her heels and returned to her ritual, exposing her bare arms and chanting in some language Dag had never heard in his life. There were a bunch of funny lights that made his eyes go funny, and the orb she'd been playing with began to spin, full of strange liquids that probably included blood...

He supposed she'd set it up to be quite beautiful. If only Dag didn't feel like he were about to vomit from the stench of it. Was this what the dark side was always like? How could anyone find this appealing?
The room began to...Dag couldn't say why the word came to mind, but thicken. As he turned back to the hole, his body felt like it was moving through sludge. "Hey," he said to the men, and the words slurred strangely, like he was drunk. "I don't think this broad is listenin--"

"Scratch that! Something's gone south, Sergeant, she's not breathing!"

The words slammed into Dag like a blaster shot. In a second, he was sober and down the hole, away from the Fancy Lass and her condescension and her weird blood magic, and back with his men and the Ghost. "How long?"

The Trando was holding onto the comm and his rifle, looking as terrified as the others. "Maybe seconds? She was doing her thing there, then next thing you know she's on her back. doin' that--"

He gestured to the Ghost behind him. Sure enough, she was flat on her back in the back of the storage room--as flat on her back as she could be with it arched like that. Her eyes were still shut, but her hands were at her throat, her face, her throat, scrabbling at something Dag couldn't see. Her lips were open, a wide panicked O like a fish on land, but the Trando was right, she wasn't breathing. The Sergeant knelt quickly, trying not to panic where the men could see.

"Ok, looks like she's chokin'," he said, the wheels in his head spinning. "Can't see on what. Bet this damn place is pulling a fast one--"
This was bad. This was bad. He felt something, yeah, but he wasn't trained, he wasn't a Jedi. This whole place was decades above his pay grade, to the point where anyone else around here would probably think the Fancy Lass's condescension was merited. But dammit, he was the only one here, aside from the Ghost, and from the looks of it she was well on her way to dying. She was twisting on the ground, grabbing at her neck like she was being strangled, and her face was already going blue, dear gods, but there was nothing there for Dag to loosen, nothing for him to pry away.

So what the kriff was he supposed to do?

"Okay. Okay, okay okay okay, I..." He shut his eyes tight, wiped nervously at his mouth, tried to focus. The Ghost had trusted him. Not five minutes ago, she'd looked at him with that calm grey eye and told him whatever decision he made would be the right one. So maybe all he needed to do was something. Maybe that would hold. "Watch the hole," he said, trying to sound certain. "If that little shab up there tries a thing, just shoot her in the face. I'm gonna try to clear her airways. Maybe if we move her..."
He bent down to reposition her as the men got into their new position. Pops had taught him that long ago: if someone was choking, you had to straighten the windpipe to open and clear it. He slid one hand into the space at the back of her neck, one at her chest--

And the Ghost's eyes flew open--both of them. She bucked wildly against Dag's hand as she thrashed upright, her breath coming in a desperate sucking inhale, and it was all Dag could do to keep her from hurting herself as she jerked upright and slammed into his chest.
"Whoa, Ma'am, easy," he said, and let her rest there. He was trying to sound soothing, but hell if he knew whether it was working. "I gotcha. Ol' Dag's gotcha." Her hands had gone limp at her sides; he reached for it to check for her pulse and found that it was trembling. "Talk to me."

She didn't respond for a long second; she just breathed, great whooping exhales against his shoulder like someone coming up from deep water. "I--" she finally responded, "I--it was so--and I--"

"I know. I gotcha."

"It--" she sucked in another breath before pulling away. She looked around the storage room, as if having forgotten where she was; In the dim light, he could see that under all that scarring, her left eye was artificial. The small white light blinked, tracked, just behind her regular one, and Dag couldn't help but wonder how that must have happened to someone so young. "Something's coming for it," she said, wondering. "It's angry...and afraid. It was--it was lashing out--"

"Lashing out?" The Trando sounded nervous as Dag felt at the sound of that. "Did you piss something off?" he asked, looking back up the hole. "Are we all about to die?"

"...No." Her voice sounded a little steadier now; she turned to Dag with a shaky smile. "I'm not the one it's scared of today. So, it let me in and out with barely even a fight. The benefits of everyone thinking you're irrelevant, ne?"

That...was not comforting. That was what 'barely even a fight' looked like in her world? But Dag didn't have time to object. The Ghost was already pushing herself upright--wobbily, but with clear purpose. She grabbed her helmet where it rested at her feet, and slid it back over her head. When she spoke again, the vocoder masked any weakness left in her voice; the goggles hid any left in her eyes. "We got what we came here for," she said, and tapped two fingers against the helmet's skull. "Alert the Voice we're heading out and will be ready for extraction. All that's left is to avoid the Empress on our way out, but that won't be hard."

Inexplicably, Dag found himself grinning up at her. "Yeah, well, when you say something isn't hard..."

But this was good news--whatever this intel was, she had it. Now they could leave this stinking hellhole. Fifteen seconds later, Ghost Squadron was ready to roll out. They left the storage room and went back down the hall. Seemed like the easiest way to leave was the way they came.

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Gear: Bonzami II, in signature.
Opposition: Wyatt Morga
Objective:

She tried to contest the hold on her leg to no avail, the master keeping such a grip that it triggered alarm.

Don't you fething dare--

Thought cut short by weightlessness Cara felt an electric snap travel down her spine as she was slammed onto the ground. The grip around her neck was tight--at least that's how the sensors translated it.

"Then do what is right…"

This is right!

For the quick moment Cara focused on Morga's face she noticed it. To be the eyes of a Jedi master they looked incredibly human, the eyes of someone fighting out of necessity and not for belief. A ridiculous notion. She thrust it from her mind as a trick of the light then refocused.

"Make peace. If only temporary."

Her emotion would not be a mistake. The guilt of her task bled through the words and tangled with her anger. "Tell your handlers the same!" She rushed her right hand to seize his fist in a harsh vice grip, following the motion with a left hook aimed for his jaw.

If successful she'd pull her left leg close to her chest, sending a kick for Morga's chest to send him backward. She'd use the time to get to her feet.

"You want peace?! Well your Alliance missed the memo."

 

[Wyatt Morga]

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Location: Industrial District​

Opposition: Cara Dorniarn ​

Gear: J-3 "Tranquility" Class Jedi Battle Armour │ Lightsaber​

Wyatt's Meditation Music: Here.​

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“You want peace?! Well your Alliance missed the memo.”​

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Politics. It was the absolute bain of the Jedi - be it Coren, Wyatt, or Cedric; there was nothing in this galaxy that brought Jedi to their knees like politics. Not even the Sith had managed such an endeavor as Jedi had; and Wyatt couldn’t help but feel it was all their faults. For not listening, for not abiding by the truths they once all held so dear.​

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Cara’s fist met his chin with a wicked smack - forcing his hair to fall in his eyes and his brain to stir from his thoughts. It made his ears ring, hearing nothing but the muffled explosions of a nearby commando unit under fire from Empire shock troopers. Shots rang behind a white noise buzzing through him - and then it was gone.​

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He was back on Atollon - the world molded into a wasteland at the hands of the Bryn’adul. Wyatt could smell the death permeating everything from the topsoil to the rocks he hid under - and beneath him, a Bryn’adul. It thrashed in his grip, cut at him, bit at him - tried to gouge out his eyes; and Wyatt felt nothing in that moment. How many times had he felt like this in combat?​

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Morga was so used to zoning out, letting the Force do with him what it might - but on Atollon, it was corrupted, disgusting, it helped him with a sneer and drove him to violence like he had never seen. Byss wasn’t much different, even if it had been ‘cleansed’ before - and it drove needles into his spine even as the Bryn’adul thrashed.​

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“I won’t let you destroy the galaxy…”, he muttered to himself, even as the Bryn’adul managed to put its clawed foot into his chest - almost managing to push him off, but Wyatt was quick on the counter.​

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Before the beast even had a chance to stand, Wyatt had launched himself back down at the creature elbow first - aiming for the cheek with the hard bone of his elbow. It was a cutting strike - and it would not be his last. In the hopes of shock, he would mount himself ontop of the creature and start striking with impunity - hard, fast, violent.​

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“You…”, Wyatt seemed to scream between clenched teeth.​

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“Will…”, another strike, heavy and hard for the nose.​

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“Not…”, a flurry to the side of the face.​

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“Win.”, hard and final - force empowered strikes that would make short work of organic material, and dent durasteel. Even more than was necessary to breach the carapace of the Bryn - letting that anger flow through him into his hands.​

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But when he pulled his hands back, ready to lay the final blow - it wasn’t a Bryn’adul he saw beneath him. Cara with helmet broken, face blooded, arms dented and busted - he saw a victim to his aggression. Wyatt Morga, Grand Master of the Jedi, and a man who was just about to beat a woman to death for denying him peace.​

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His breath was sharp and harsh, there was a sudden and rolling fear that bubbled in his chest - panic. Anxiety, sudden and overwhelming, Wyatt almost screamed as he rolled off of the woman. The sounds of war began to bleed back in - and before him was violence, terror, and he could feel…​

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Everything.​

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For a single moment, he had let the Force back in, and it found only corruption. Wyatt’s heartbeat raced as he fell backwards, desperately crawling backwards from what he had done - unable to form even words as a commando tried to wire him on the holocom. His words meant nothing for the Jedi - and his own thoughts even less.​

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There was nothing for Wyatt here, only pain, guilt.​

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Absolute terror and what he was becoming.​

 

[Hitos "Gorgon" Jahay]

Loreena Arenais-Valhoun

The building was completely surrounded. As Gorgon moved with his surviving team to take out as many opposition forces as possible he began to question how many of his team would be able to truly last through interrogation. The moment a break in fighting began he moved behind the first survivor and dug a Vibro blade through his armor. The limp body hit the ground as he blasted the other agent with his rifle, he knew he would need to escape if he was to survive.

After sanitizing their booby-trapped vantage point he delicately began to move through the building. There had to be a side entrance and if there was he was going to be as discreet as possible. A part of him was happy that they were not in Uniform for this operation he would be able to easily blend in and escape that is if no one saw him exit the building. After a moment of moving, he found the exit he was looking for and tried to silently leave. Taking a few quick breaths he tried to feign hyperventilating as he dove out of the alleyway pretending to be a civilian in the crossfire.

Oppositions forces breached and hit their first boob trap. There was a sound of explosions and screaming as he scurried down the street. A figure was approaching him who looked like a female combatant. His only hope would be if she decided to run to assist her comrades and not question why a lone civilian who should have evacuated was scurrying in the pandemonium.

Little did he know that any force-sensitive could read that he was indeed not scared but in full control of his feigned behavior.

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Opposition: Hitos "Gorgon" Jahay

Lori was still making her way towards the building when the explosions occurred. And the screaming. Alarmed chatter was heard over her comlink, yet there was little that she could do until she had gotten there.

Gunfire. She heard the gunfire in her comlink first before the sound echoed from the buildings. It was creepy in it's own right, but Lori had to focus on the mission at hand and not allow herself to get distracted.

And that was when she came near Gorgon. The man was breathing hard and looked scared. Except for his eyes. As Lori got closer she found something menacing within them. The hairs on the back of her neck rose, as did her blaster, the barrel of it pointing at the man's chest. Behind her she used the Force to manipulate the air particles, making them move ever so quickly so that she created a little ball of light to use when neccessary.

"You're one of the Empire's rats in the market, aren't you? Aren't you going to stay behind and watch the chaos you created and the lives you destroyed? Or are you just chicken?"

 

[Viribus]

R E D _ H O R N E T
GALACTIC ALLIANCE
TASK FORCE XESH
MORIDIN’S CITADEL | NEXUS DUTY

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And so the trap was sprung without Viribus giving much thought when he took his steps. He could feel his weight activating the stones underneath his foot which released short zaps of lightning, but with such power that could easily kill or critically injure anyone that came on contact. Or at least that was the idea he believed himself. The worse part? There was more of these stones littered about around him when he charged at Sith disciple.

But even with these overwhelming odds, a Zabrak always seemed to make the impossible possible. Was it a question of luck, or stubborn genes that refused to surrender? He didn’t know, but all he did know was that if he didn’t approach the Sith and challenge him, then he would just have more of an advantage over them. Challenge him and have him focus on the Dark Jedi, give some breathing room to the Jedi now cleansing this Nexus which he could feel almost irritating him due to his alignment in the Force. He was sure a Sith found it more annoying than him.

With the distant aid of his partner whether it was fooling the traps or maintaining the doppelgängers, he was able to close the distance between him and the Sith. The darts of the sorcery conjured from the Sith went through the illusions created by his spectre friend. They weren’t exactly destroyed, just that the darts fly through them without touching blood or flesh. For the Zabrak? One found itself grazing the side of his stomach, leaving a small wound with trickles of blood escaping the flesh.

Just a scratch. There was worse to endure.

But upon reaching the Sith, more distance was placed between them when he retreated from his position. Entertaining the idea of a chase. That was fine, his attention was focused on the Zabrak it seems.

“Afraid, Sith?” a taunt to challenge the individual clad in armor and his face veiled with his helm. He was taught the kind of power the Sith wielded, enough to tremble systems in fear. So far this sorcerer did not prove those myths to his eyes, even in this bastion of darkness that was a source to both of them in how they commanded the Dark Side of the Force to their will. A bastion that was disturbed by the works of Ripley Kühn .

He could’ve continued his pursuit, but those stones were anticipating him to step on. “I am not playing your damn games,” and through the Force, channeling through the darkness and using the corrupted power that plagued these grounds, erupted a wave pushed towards the Sith and in hopes to break any of the traps laid out in front of him to clear a passage for him to engage the Sith.

All the same time Viribus’ anger and hatred resonated within him, raw emotions that was like a double edged sword if he did not tread carefully. Become too greedy and he would lose sight of himself.


ALLIES | GA | Maijan Paisea | Mesh Zetnu | Ryv | Ripley Kühn | Zaavik Dagoth | Takui | Aldric | Kat Decoria
ENEMIES | EE | TSE | Second Son (ENGAGING) | Lunafreya Solidor | Iasha Rha | Darth Carnifex | Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Dasmi Lindervale]

F L E E T - A D M I R A L | D I M I T R I​

OBJECTIVE 3 - Heavenly Battle
FRIENDLY TAGS: BB-610 Bella Eternal Empire Folks
NOT SO FRIENDLY TAGS: Marlon Sularen Grand Moff Vel'alari Constantine Oliva Gat Tambor Teica Giraan

Incoming fire and outgoing fire had taken their toll on both groups. The focused station had taken their own damage, and the monarchs were beginning to show wear on their sleeves. More sections locked down as the shields withered even further.

Crews were running back and forth with the emergence of the corvettes behind them, a new threat that had been thought about by the commanding officer. The threat made real though instead of theorized had certain effects on the command crew. There were hectic orders about how to proceed with the line behind them as a single starfighter( Bella ) engaged the targets in question.

Phoenix superiority fighters were behind her, fourteen squadrons in total that had emerged from the Disruptor class corvettes while the droid starfighters had been busy attempting to skirt the enemy line of starfighters. The whole of them were sweeping low, anticipating a maneuver from the far flung admiral at the edge of the system.

The sheer quantity of starfighters was astounding, but of little importance as the vessels continued to attack the singular orbital station. The people aboard were singular in their focus, another of Dimitri’s known speeches focusing them as the man could do

They had reined in their fear quickly as the blanket of starfighters found their way outside of their hangars. The crews stared death in the face as the proton pulse cannons fired once more, all the ion cannons and turbolasers focused once more on the singular station while the point defense systems began to attempt to pick off missiles and starfighters alike.

The Disruptors had done their damage to the station, the rear cannons swivelling before focusing their fire on the incoming waves of starfighters. The semi-solid orbs colliding with torpedoes on occasion and setting them off as large swatches of space were now covered in acid glitter for the starfighters to fly through and disable anything aboard that wasn’t durasteel.

The Disruptors continued to focus two defensive cannons at a time against the incoming missiles and starfighters. The advanced targeting systems providing trajectories and calculations within moment’s of drawing the enemy into their crosshairs. The Corvettes were allowed to run rampant for the moment, the focused fire of the Carriers, and Destroyers focused on the station still as the Messenger relayed the goings on to the fleet behind them.

The Carriers were behind and slightly below the Monarchs ahead of them, the Monarchs spread just far enough to allow the Disruptors between them as the enemy Corvettes began to attack from the rear. The torpedo attack did score a number of hits, the system aboard the Endurance class destroyers attempting their best to contain the fires that sprung up internally.

Crew ran the halls, fire extinguishers in hand, metal sealant in some others as they attempted to put out the electrical fires and seal small pock-mark holes in the internal sections. Hangar crews rocked with the the blasts, the engines producing just enough power to keep them in formation with the Monarch's without being left behind. The defensive cannons attempted to intercept the missiles directed their way as the Disruptors did their part as best they could to screen what was in their reach.

The Messenger continued to jam the systems around them, as it had been doing for some time now.

-Elsewhere-​

Dimitri heard nothing in response in that fragile moment of reaching out, instead focusing on the incoming news of corvettes and watching the large swath of starfighters emerge from the encompassing stations.

He smiled, watching the Corvettes attack the rear of the Monarchs as the data came in. The Yellow external light signaled, the targeting data being shared as micro bursts of ion engines happened, the baffles at first hiding it before the internal heat sink of the weapon was made to draw in the heat signature.

All twelve of the LRAS Darts were aimed, their cannons pointed at a respective corvette( Constantine Oliva ) as The Dancer prepared to fire a series of sensor decoys away in case of the worst. The reflec coatings and baffling systems had been working thus far, but he didn't want to be unprepared. The crews inside moved nervously as the yellow light continued for a brief moment, the hull groaning at the slight shift in position before Dimitri dropped his hand.

The green external light flashed on the rear of the vessel. Each fire control officer reaching for the switch in near unison as the green light flashed against the previously yellow lit interior of the breach room in the belly of each Dart. The whole assembly gave a menacing whine as electricity passed through the hyperconductive system of rails inside the weapon.

All twelve let rip a solid state slug at near impossible speeds into the void of space. Nothing worked against the solid slugs, no friction, no Coriolis Effect to worry about with the trajectory or being near to a planet. The reach on the weapon was near infinite given the state of space, and the acceleration of each immaculate by a singularly purposed crew and ship design.

The round exited the end of the barrel, the heat sink drawing in the resulting expulsion of heat and energy away from the void of space as The Dancer kept receiving readouts from the forward Mark VII.

Each dart within the next few moments had reloaded, the crews inside working at a breakneck pace to slam the human sized slug into the waiting chamber. The charging system had reached capacity when the rounds had reached the halfway mark to their intended targets, all the engines dedicated to charging after having shut down all other non-essential systems aboard the Darts. Each had rocked with the expulsion of the rounds, cooled exhaust being vented harmlessly into space as the next round was aimed.

More microbursts of small thrust engines, exhaust drawn in as the twelves shots were now dedicated to the unshielded Orbital Station. Once aimed, twelve more solid state slugs streaked from the nose of each vessel, exhaust drawn internally and forced to cool inside the heatsinks. Twenty four rail gun rounds silently and seamlessly flew through the void of space. A human sized blip on any systems that weren't jammed by the vicinity of the Messenger in the formation ahead.

Dimitri watched the rounds initially leave the vessel, twelves shot dedicated to eradicating the corvettes harassing the monarchs. The charging systems had kicked in quickly alongside the crews of each vessel, The Dancer silently watched the battle ahead as another set of shots rocked the area around them, headed for the shield-less orbital station. The solid state slugs would be difficult to see with no energy signature, and they would reek havoc given the amount of kinetic energy they each contained and carried with them across the stars.

Is it worth it?

The thought still bothered him as he pondered the price everyone had to pay in moments like this. Six sensor decoys were flung in random directions away from the positions of the lingering Dart's. Each giving a projection of the Dancer and it's long range scanner signature if any could see it through the jamming systems of the Messenger in the formation of Eternal Empire vessels.

Spoiler: Personal Equipment

1 G47 - Pipsqueak | Hip holster
1 K914 SMG | Concealed in right side of jacket
Phase I Haywire Armor | Worn beneath his lined leather jacket

Spoiler: Personal Fleet 5,300 meters

• The Dancer (4 Active Squadrons)-750m
• S.R.R.S.S. Mark VIIx1 - 350m
  • Courier
• LRAS Dart x12 - 350m
  • Echo
  • Sunset
  • Chimera
  • Brimstone
  • Jaeger
  • Frankenstein
  • Whirlwind
  • Armageddon
  • Rabid Dog
  • Divine
  • Ivory
  • Stinger

STARFIGHTER COMPLEMENT FOR PERSONAL FLEET-
The Forsaken Starfighter/Interceptor - x3(20 per squadron)
Sapphire Squadron - x1

Spoiler: Second Fleet -Main Attacking Body 24,700

• Monarch Class Star Destroyerx7(42 active squadrons) - 1,650m
  • Battlewolf -10% Shields with Internal Damage
  • Demon -10% Shields with Internal Damage
  • Cascade -10% Shields with Internal Damage
  • Obsidian -10% Shields with Internal Damage
  • Blitz -10% Shields with Internal Damage
  • Basilisk -10% Shields with Internal Damage
  • Shadow -30% Shields with Internal Damage
• Endurance Class Fleet Carrierx5(60 active squadrons) - 2,000m
  • Horseman -25% Shields with Internal Damage
  • Aegis -25% Shields with Internal Damage
  • Enigma -25% Shields with Internal Damage
  • Phantom -25% Shields with Internal Damage
  • Onyx -25% Shields with Internal Damage
• Disruptor Class Corvettex14(14 active squadrons) - 200m
  • Emerald -97% Shields
  • Shepard -97% Shields
  • Wall -97% Shields
  • Spectre -97% Shields
  • Hellbird -97% Shields
  • Eventide -97% Shields
  • Serpent -97% Shields
  • Icicle -97% Shields
  • Twister -97% Shields
  • Warbear -97% Shields
  • Stardust -97% Shields
  • Brimstone -97% Shields
  • Knuckles -97% Shields
  • Thunderer -97% Shields
• S.R.R.S.S. Mark VIIx1 - 350m
  • Messenger

STARFIGHTER COMPLEMENT FOR SECONDARY FLEET-
The Forsaken Starfighter/Interceptor x94 squadrons(20 per squadron)
Phoenix Star Superiority Fighter x14 squadrons(20 per squadron)

 

[Maijan Paisea]

TASK FORCE XESH
MORIDIN’S CITADEL | NEXUS DUTY
MEDIEVAL WARFARE

Different circus, same monkeys. The patterns between encounters Viribus and Maijan conducted were easily forecastable, and they were falling into routine as they plunged into the nexus’ depths.

"Intriguing."

Still, it was nice that it was new for someone. A knowing simper flickered across her mouth, taking the Inquisitor’s musings as a compliment. He knew she was here.

Her voice projected back to the entrance of the room, away from her.

"Glad you like that leetle treek."

Navigating further into the room, she did her best to keep a light foot while Viribus took most of the attention on himself. Swiftly, one, two, three, four of his replicas were pierced through via dark bullets. It was strange to observe. Like solid objects piercing through a mist –– there was a pull of what should have been his flesh at the puncture point –– but as soon as the dart passed through, the illusion reconstructed itself. Re-weaving with the threads of the White Current.

"Your leetle arrows are cute too, Sorcerer."

Her observation wasn’t on the illusions though. They were on the Sith lackey, and seeking out weaknesses aside from the obvious strike zones in combat. He’d conjured up weapons from seemingly nowhere. How had he done that? It was her job to cripple him subtly, while Viribus’ charge drew the attention she couldn’t afford to have on her. And as she circled, she kept her blaster steady. Such were the limitations of the White Current –– they could only affect the intangible vitalities of humanity. She couldn’t actually inflict any harm. But she could be inconvenient.

They could be inconvenient, as a pair that preceded the institution of Task Force Xesh. And, with the Current’s luminescence slowly increasing, Maijan got the sense she and Vir were being nuisance just enough to give the Jedi the advantage of neutralizing the nexus.

With a gesture, the tertiary zabraks evaporated into the shadows, and the appearance of Viribus himself disappeared. He was concealed in the threads of The Current, submerged beyond visibility but not inhibiting his movements. Within the split second of his initial telekinetic blast, he disappeared in his charge against the inquisitor. At the same time, she levelled her blaster. Her arm was rigid lining up the shot and she exhaled and released a streamline of superheated plasma toward the curiously floating book. To test that weakness.

Success or not, they just had to buy enough time for the Jedi to complete the neutralization process of this dark, damned place.

ALLIES | GA | Viribus
WAITING FOR THE COMMAND FROM GA ABOUT: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun
ENEMIES | EE | TSE | Second Son

 

[Ripley Kühn]

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As the dark energy slammed into her, Ripley struggled to keep up. Though they were making a slow dent, there was just too much. She could feel herself losing ground, the light inside her being slowly snuffed by the darkness that encased the atmosphere. As the battle in her head raged on, fatigue set in. It was too large a task for two Jedi to complete on their own. Every moment that passed seemed to take her last ounce of strength, yet she managed to find another she didn’t know she had. Sweat beaded her forehead as her concentration remained on the nexus. ​

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She didn’t know how many minutes had passed when her knees buckled, her torso hitting the cold, stony ground. She wanted to be relieved; she didn’t have to fight anymore. The implications of it were all too real though, and as her eyes flickered shut, the gut-wrenching stab of guilt echoed through her. ​

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When her eyelids fluttered open, confusion had already set in. She was no longer in the keep, but the hold of dark side emotions was just as strong as they had been in the previous room. She stumbled to her feet, unsteady. Everything was dark, save for a faint red glow with no apparent source. Snow fell around her, flurries shifting in the howling wind. A faint snicker from behind sent her twirling on her heels. A hooded figure stood facing her, all identifying features hidden by the lack of light. ​

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“You have failed, little Jedi.” The taunting voice was a familiar one, but Ripley couldn’t quite place it, head still spinning. “Two cannot outmatch the power of a nexus- it was foolish to think you could. For centuries it has festered, growing in strength- that cannot be outdone in a matter of minutes by those who have not yet even mastered the force.”​

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A frigid laugh cut through the air, grating on the Zeltron’s senses. The woman wasn’t wrong in anything that she had said, yet they had to have tried. Lost cause or not, she couldn’t have called herself a Jedi if she had allowed that evil to continue to grow without any attempt of intervention.​

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“And even now, you’re not strong enough to try again. Even as your allies are struck down by those who are fed by the source. Pathetic.”​

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Those last words cut Ripley like a knife. She had known why the nexus was such an important goal; many of their enemies were empowered by it, the GA’s forces at their mercy. If they could purify it, the tides would turn. Yet she had fallen short; given everything she had, but it was not enough. Her eyes shut tightly, fighting to hold back tears. Even if they managed to defend the planet, how many bodies would lay at her feet?​

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Don’t listen to it, Ripley.​

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The voice rang out in her head, the warmth of a summer day brought with it. ​

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They will twist you, use your emotions against you. You must not believe it. The strength you need lies inside yourself, shaped by your lessons and memories, but those did not change the essence of what you are. Selfless, compassionate, a combatant of evil no matter where it may grow. Go, take that light where it is needed. Help the other. ​

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A groan escaped her lips as she once again found herself on the floor of the keep. Though her muscles were still strangely sore, her mind no longer felt drained. She was reinvigorated, ready to do whatever she must. Rising to her feet, her walls came down again as she joined her fellow in the purification.​

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The flood hit her again, but she pushed back against it. Where darkness fell upon her senses, she shone Alsha’s light on it, chaos transforming to calmness. Slowly, the roaring waves gave way to soft ripples, the sense of cold all but vanishing from the atmosphere around them​

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Allies | NJO | Xesh | Mesh Zetnu | Maijan Paisea | Viribus |
Enemies | EE | TSE |
EQUIPMENT: ARMOR | LIGHTSABER

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Post: 5
Objective: Kill Everyone and run away the end.
Equipment: Mind Crown | Hooded Black Long coat | Black Ancient Sith armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | Grenade Launcher | X10 Hypo-syringes | X4 Daggers | Liquid Delirium | Many explosives & Explosive paraphernalia & Grenades | Quantum bomb that was disguised as a hyperdrive | Hover Sled with small shielding device | x1 Child with a detonation Collar on | Pack of Death sticks
Allies: EE?
Enemies: GA | Jasol Dorsian its been fun maybe we will meet again | OPEN

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Life was the never-ending march towards death, and for some it came sooner then others. She had given them their chance to flee and live and like sheep they charged forward towards the cliff and their demise. They started firing on her with stun she noted as one of her dominated men was clipped and fell to the ground but not dead but out cold. Tegan took note of her exit options she was not about to let herself be captured.


She then shoved the boy with the destination collar forward and whispered into his ear. “Your freedom is at the end of that hallway.” She said as the child ran towards Kovac’s forces. Aware he would get stunned before he reached them. As he ran down the corridor Tegan began to move towards one of her exit options grabbing three thermal detonators from the Hover sled.


As the Bot with the detonator collar made a quarter down the corridor, all but one of Tegan’s dominated soldiers had been taken down. The boy was then hit with a stun blast and he hit the ground with a thud. Such a young life and in that moment the briefness of his existence faded. Tegan released her domination of the last soldier and he stopped firing and looked confused as he saw his fellow soldiers firing back at him.


Tegan Looked at him, he had been the soldier that had been questioning her about the bomb not that long ago. The horror fully realized int hat moment that this was his final moment of life. He put his rifle up and pointed it at Tegan, he was about to pull the trigger when an explosion went off in the corridor. When Tegan had whispered to the boy, she had set the timer on his collar his body the child exploded the shock wave collapsing the corridor partially and knocking the soldier pointing his rifle at Tegan forward to the ground.


Tegan looked down at him as she walked by. “You have served your purpose in life.” She said as she tossed two of the thermals down two other exit options in attempt to close them off to buy her time to get back to her ship and set off the bomb. She took her final option for an exit path as she ran further down that corridor, she tossed her last thermal over her shoulder in attempt to close off as much of that corridor as possible as well.


Now the question was could they get into the room and disarm it in time. I leave the result up to you Jasol Dorsian, GA, and EE due to the invasion ending and this being my final post of it.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: Bridge, Venality II, Byss orbit
OBJECTIVE: III - Heavenly Fight
ALLIES: Gat Tambor | Grand Moff Vel'alari | Constantine Oliva | Marlon Sularen | Voth Nall | GA
ENEMIES: Bella | BB-610 | Dimitri Lindzinsky | EE
NEUTRAL: Alli Vern
KIT: Lesser Ring of the Protected Mind | Visions of Gold | Attire
POST: IV

Task Group Lucre Venality II, Sharkhawk III-class Forgeship 12 B-Wing Heavy Assault Starfighters

It was clear that Alli Vern was moments from walking away. The leader of the Zweihander Union was a proud woman who carried the weight of responsibility for the survival of her people. While the Union did not have huge sway within the Eternal Empire, their voice could be influential in ending the trade sanctions imposed by the Galactic Alliance. If Tithe was able to bring them into the fold, he could cut a backchannel bypassing Minister of Commerce Oldani. Resolving the solution and taking the glory from the old fool would go a long way to propelling Tithe's rise through the Alliance. He needed to tread carefully.

“Chancellor Adhira Chandra is herself a woman of action, yes, very much so - not gestures,” Tithe explained. “A condemnation of the Empresses’ actions may engender a good outcome for the Union, but I fear that to remain neutral will have you seen as collaborators while the rest of the galaxy stands against the darkness.”

A gathering on Coruscant would be a start - even if the ZU themselves were not enough, the Eclipse Rebels and Black Sun would possibly be united. Such a parallel solution operating outside the official response would need to be carefully managed - thankfully, Tithe had plenty of experience operating in the shadows away from prying eyes.

“But let us convoke at a more, ah, opportune time,” Tithe suggested as he rose from his seat before giving a traditional Aarguun farewell to the head of the Union. “May your ledgers always balance.”

The Senator returned his attention to the battle. After coming to a standstill, the powderkeg above Byss reignited. Dimitri Lindzinsky led the Eternal Empire and allied forces surging toward the Galactic Alliance fleet. In response, the provincial forces under Marlon Sularen disgorged their starfighter complements to meet the encroaching enemy while orbit defence platforms reoriented their arcs of fire.

That the local militia was so willing to fling themselves against the enemy may have been noble, though Tithe preferred an approach guided by economics. The Senator had grown rich by earning credits - a lot of credits - but that was only part of the equation. Anyone could acquire credits through a variety of legal and illegal methods, but it was what one did with them that determined whether you were simply wealthy or truly ranked amid the galactic elite.

The clear distinction was being demonstrated by Admiralissimo-without-Peer Gat Tambor and Tithe. While their Trade Federation forces were incurring costs participating in the conflict, they were allowing others to incur greater costs on their behalf. Why spend your own credits when you can have someone else spend theirs for your benefit? The valuable assets of the Trade Defense Force held their position outside the edge of the conflict zone, biding their time to make a carefully planned investment rather than simply burn creds and hope for a good outcome.

Constantine Oliva and his corvette line sprung from their hiding place behind a moon of Byss and struck out toward the unguarded stern of the enemy - a wise investment. The Senator for Aargau greatly respected the man's patience and ability to spot an opening in the market - he could be a powerful ally of the Trade Federation.

“Send a message to Captain Oliva after the scrimmage, and, err, arrange a time to parley.”

Remaining as the reserve force had kept the Trade Federation’s risk profile low. Their assets had been kept from harm's way while allowing their analysts to observe the enemy movements up close. Already the massive forges within the Venality II were churning out modifications and refits for the Trade Defense Force to improve their lethality against the forces of the Eternal Empire.

But would the investment pay off? Tithe looked up at the final figure projected above the meeting table.

3.2 billion credits.

That was a lot of credits for an engagement in which they had hardly participated. Fuel burns, repairs from micro-asteroid collisions, shipping contracts delayed from the rerouting of cruisers - it all added up. If they stuck to their plan, the Trade Federation was about to commit themselves to a massive and potential indefinite blockage of the Eternal Empire. While the Galactic Alliance would pay directly for their services or indirectly by tax breaks and preferential treatment, it was not an investment to be taken lightly. Tithe and the other members of the Board of Directors had much to consider.

The Senator for Aargau returned to his chair and leaned back, watching the costs of war continue to accumulate.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Force Nexus, Moridin's Citadel, Byss
Objective: Destroy the Nexu, Save AMCO ‘s soul
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | G1 OmniLink || Shield talisman | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Tag: Elpsis Kerrigan

The scene had been given before the Byss would be attacked, but at the time she would not have thought it would be so good for her. This opportunity was the best, unique and unparalleled. The Byss’ nexus was one of the most powerful Nexus, and could not miss this opportunity. She had to try. Ingrid had to try to save Adrian with the power of this place. Behind her back, the ritual continued, and she reached out to the Force and let her own strength merge with that of the Nexus. She absorbed as much energy and Force as she could.

The Empress knew exactly that there was a huge chance she would die, but that was exactly what she needed. She wanted to die, everything since Dantooine every single act led right here, led her here. She read Adrian’s books, sometimes Tacitus’s books to find a solution, or she searched the memories that were there in her mind. She was no longer a human, she was a half Force Entity, she was able to do that, she had to! And she was selfish, too, in this state she didn't think about what her family, or Tubrok, would feel if she died. But without Force, they couldn’t even understand all of what the woman was feeling.

The Force was a curse, a chain, but necessarily evil, just as they themselves are, the Eternal Empire. The necessary evil. Even if the Force pretended itself to the Light side, it was evil. She had to use the Force and not the Force to use her or anyone else. Her ideals still agreed with that, but her goals did not. She knew Kreia wanted to do the same at the time. Then in time, when Adrian will be with her again.

The other woman arrived and attacked. The time has come.

She knew what to do, fortunately she was in a place where the others could no longer see her, so when the woman attacked with fire, she threw herself to the side with a noose, militarily, and then in a shady part she became completely smoky, immaterial. Her weapons and armour also fell off her. Thus she fluttered there in front of the woman as a living shadow, then took on a shady but humanoid figure to strike the woman with the lightsaber with her bare hands. She guessed what was going to happen, but that was what she wanted.

 

[Second Son]

So their were two. Both the voice of Viribus and Maijan Paisea confirmed his assumption. Though, not being able to sense the other was more.. Annoying. The illusions were just that. He cared little for their attacks, but from them came the difficulty of seeing the real one. All the more reason for him to keep his distance and watch the Zabrak try to navigate his web. It was why he put up such little fight. He did not have to waste his energy to harm his foes.

He wasn't here to stop the Nexus. And Darth Carnifex had finished collecting the artifacts. In truth the Son had no reason to remain anymore. He wanted to know more, however, of this pair. This duo, one of which submerged himself willingly into the dark, who worked with the Alliance.

"J̠i̡͉̻n̳̼̝̟̖͢j͎͎͍̲a̧̳ ̺̙̮K̫̯̤̱̯i̫̻͝."

The book stopped shifting through it's pages as a shimmering field of energy formed around him. The blast sent from the Zabrak ripped through the stone, causing rune after rune to explode with the lightning he had stored within. But the Son remained unmoved. He lowered his hand just as the blasterfire from behind ripped out. His book moved on it's own, but not before the tome was ripped in two. One half completely burned away. That wasn't good. The pages that remained flipped through just as he felt it. The Nexus.

It was time.

"I had been hoping to learn more of you two. But, alas, it is time to leave."

The pages stopped as a set of runes flashed once more. A black sphere formed from below the Son before it erupted upwards to consume his form. And then he was gone.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Ingrid L'lerim

The chanting inside the nexus had reached a crescendo as the Wardens of the Shroud performed the sorcery. The power of the Byss nexus permeated the Citadel, and far beyond. It was a tainted, corrupted place. Like every dark nexus, it was fuelled by death and destruction. What was the Force truly? A chain? A malevolent entity that derived its power from manipulating Force-Sensitives in some sick game of balance? Once Elpsis had seen it as a curse. Then she had come to the conclusion that its wielders - Sith and most Jedi alike - were the problem, for they misused their gift. They refused to accept their place in the cosmic balance, and that they were only part of the greater tapestry.

The corpses of Wardens and even some undead littered her path to the grand hall. The fireball Elpsis had hurled missed her intended target, burning an unlucky cultist with blast and heat. Crackling fires and smoke rose. The nexus' whispers intensified as Dark and Light warred throughout the premises. However, a strange change overcome the Empress. In the Force, she had not looked fully human to begin with.

Her appearance had been alien and eerie, but now she fully shed her guise. Her morphed appearance was smoky and devoid of material form, resembling a Demon or being of the Netherworld. At least that was the frame of reference Elpsis was familiar with, however inaccurate it might be. It was like staring into a living shadow. Either way, the translucent being lunged at Elpsis, trying to overpower her with her bare hands. She struck like a woman possessed.

Elpsis was pushed back as the woman beat upon her. But Inferno rose, glowing with a fierce, orange flame. The power of the Force surged through the weapon. The imbuement - created if Elpsis ever had to face the Sith spirit of her sadistic father again - allowed it to harm spirits and demons as it would a mortal. Holding the lightsabre tightly in her dominant hand, she thrust it towards the entity's torso in order to spear her through the stomach.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Force Nexus, Moridin's Citadel, Byss
Objective: Destroy the Nexu, Save AMCO ‘s soul
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | G1 OmniLink || Shield talisman | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Tag: Elpsis Kerrigan

The next moment, the lightsaber penetrated her stomach and came out of her back. The physical pain was never as bad as the mental one she felt because of Adrian. That was true even now. She stepped back with her last strength, now there was no Adrian who had come to save her. She remembered the beloved man's worried face on Bastion as he feared her and rescued her, he saved her life. Now she will do the same, just from the afterlife. After a few steps, the semi-immaterial, shadow-filled creature fell to the ground.

Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir, the Empress of the Eternal Empire, was dead.

At least temporarily, but that's exactly what she planned. The next moment, she was in something very strange place. Ingrid read in Adrian’s books about what Netherworld should look like and she saw it one time, but as a spirit, it was very different. Concentrated to find him. Her greatest fear was proved again, she felt the Sith Lord not from a single place, but from many, his soul was really in pieces. She needs to collect them and put it together. She went towards the strongest presence as fast as she could.

It seemed like hours before she finally found a significant portion of the soul. Here she almost felt the bond between the two of them perfectly. However, she felt that she was weakening, she had less and less a place in this world. Hasn't belonged here yet, or rather already; actually, both.

~ I am here, my love, I will never leave you again. Handsome, we'll have a son! But now I'm taking you out of here, I'm taking you home! ~ she communicated.

Another seemingly endless second passed, which seemed like hours to her. Ingrid managed to get there, but so far there was hardly anything holding her soul here. She tried to hug the man's soul as quickly as possible to take him with her and the other soul reached out as well, finally reaching for each other as if two hands clasped together and the fingers intertwined. At this moment, a tiny piece is torn out of both souls. Ingrid was unable to catch any more, she found him again too late. However, her desire to be with her husband also tore a shard as big from her soul as what had come to her from Adrian. She couldn't take any more with her now.

~ I will find a way for you to live again, I will bring you back, my love! You won't be alone until then, I'll stay with you forever! ~ she promised.

At the last moment before her regenerating body was completely healed in the real world, she saw a piece of her soul merge into Adrian's. Adrian was no longer alone, now she was there with him to take care of him, that the man always knew how she felt about him and took care of him in this place as well. Whatever the man had to face here, he no longer had to do it alone. Until Ingrid manages to bring him back to life and gather his soul, she was there with him in the Netherworld as well.

The next moment, she recovered, coughing as her body regenerated completely. She felt Adrian’s presence again; it was weak, but it was him; between her shadowy hands was a crystal glowing with a steel-blue light. A piece of Adrian's soul…


OOC: In Ingrid's part, there was a consultation with Elpsis and Adrian's user. I didn’t write something they didn’t agree with or wasn’t discussed.

The ritual ended at that moment, the two sides, light and dark, trying to affect the Nexus at the same time, which had a rather strange end. Neither side was a complete success, both winning, and yet not. The residents of the Byss may have gained the most with all of this, but the troubles could come up again at any time. Until the moment before the end of the ritual, the dark side power of the Byss nexus could be felt in the entire solar system.

The Dark Side wanted to destroy it or just use it. And the Light Side wanted to turn it back to neutral again. The strength of the two sides terminated the balance of the Dark Side and essentially overwhelmed the Nexus, which was not helped by the fact that Empress L'lerim used the Nexus to try to save a soul from the Netherworld and with her soul she also entered that world, even if only temporarily.

Since a Nexus is very hard to destroy, that’s not what happened now either. Those present were not strong enough. However, an event was initiated, executed, which was probably completely unique in history. Scientifically, the Nexus has been deactivated. It was as if it had been shut down or put to sleep. That's exactly what happened.

The Dark Side energies ceased from one moment to the next throughout the solar system and the planet. It was not possible to exploit the Dark Side energies flowing from it. Representatives of the Light side may have been relieved by all this. There was no visible change, there was no explosion, there was no destruction, just that much. After many centuries, nature could calm down and soon begin to regenerate, freely, not under the oppression of the Dark Side.

The Nexus has fallen asleep and become inactive, but no one knows how long…


EFFECT: all of the Dark side effects what the Nexus caused are vanished. The planet and the Solar system turned to neutral until the Nexus is sleeping.