Populate Rumours from South | EE Populate of Lipsec

[STRATCOM]

There was chaos in the galaxy. It was not enough that Omni attacked them; in addition, countless other events occurred. The Bryn'adûl war continued in the eastern region, where the Sith Eternal, Warlords of the Sith, and Sith Empire also collapsed. Chaos reigned in that region. But this was true to the entire Galaxy.

Compared to the Eternal Empire, in the north, the Maw was strengthened. The NIO suffered heavy losses as Irveric Tavlar fell victim to an assassination; the NIO got a new Emperor in the person of Rurik Fel. Perhaps the only positive thing was that the Eternal Empire was able to start and continue negotiations with the Galactic Alliance, so the war between the two states could soon be considered over.

Such perilous and tense times have never favoured the Eternal Empire since they were led by Empress L'lerim. When in the tension it looked like something good was happening, someone always attacked the Eternal Empire. First, the Mandalorian clans, who later became a joint faction, launched an attack on Kalidan. Another issue is that this initiative and the faction later fell apart.

The next such attack was against Batuu; the Eternal Empire repulsed the attack of the Maw, who were later also strengthened. And now, at a similar time, restless news came from the south. More and more information is talking about riots, attacks in the region, the Shadow Empire is also mentioned, not least there are rumours that the First Order has collapsed and lost its power, or is just about to attack the Eternal Empire, the news are different and confused.

Objectives​

Objective 1: Rumours and Facts

This event gave everyone quite a large amount of freedom and opportunity. Both Loyalists and the Rebellion can get information about what is happening in the south. Is the First Order really collapsed, or is it only the appearance and this is a preparation for an attack? One can investigate the Shadow Empire; the rebels may seek a new place as a base, allies. It is a perfect opportunity for Black Sun and Zweihander Union to assess the state of the underworld and the corporate sector here and whether they can expand their influence here as well.

The numbers of possibilities are endless; the only thing there is that the Eternal Empire has always been attacked at such times in the past. Can this be avoided now?

About the planet and system: The planet's population is roughly 40-50 million. There are 3-4 larger cities and many small ones. There can be found on the planet some old CIS (Clone Wars) droid factory, and ancient ruins. Above this, what you want and what you figure out. There are rebellions, uprisings, and struggles in many places on the planet between those who want freedom, independence, and those who would now seize power in a tyrannical way in the chaos.

Links: Emergence: Skirmish on Batuu | The Price of the Alliance || Lipsec | Lipsec system

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Leader of the Dawn of Hope
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Capital, Lipsec
Objective I.: Rumours and Facts | Gather Information
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Tag(s): Open

[ Rise of the Empire ]
<"High Nelvaanian language"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ ​

Chaos, death, more chaos and more death. To tell the truth, Ingrid never liked Irveric Tavlar , but she didn't want the man to die. With Fel temporarily(?) became the new Imperator of the NIO now the Eternal Empire may run into trouble. So far, everyone has accepted their neutrality and the fact that they have broken their alliance with the Sith Empire. Even GA was ready to end the war. But Fel? He wanted to purge everyone who worked with the Sith, even once!

Ingrid never trusted Tavlar, but Rurik Fel , she didn't trust him as much as she did the other man; the late Imperator was at least really a soldier, so she respected him. But Fel? An unpredictable man; who never decides with common sense at least how she experienced this. After this, the woman needs to talk to Julius Haskler . Now maybe this is more important than before. But returning to the current mission…

The Empress landed not far from the capital, with a dropship. It’s finally a task she loves to do. Intelligence and agent work. Of course, at the moment, it can be a simple military task, which is why there were Eternal Imperial soldiers here, not just Blackwatch agents. Ingrid was also in armour, this hides who she was. Just a soldier or an agent, nothing more. So maybe the locals will talk to her more easily.

The task, the plan was not too complicated; they go into town and try to ask questions. From anyone they find and those are ready to answer, though perhaps the warring parties are the ones who can provide the best and most information. Or if they break into the local network to see if they can find anything there either. They had quite a lot to do, so she didn’t even wait any longer, but headed for downtown at a pace that if anyone still wanted to join her, they could do it comfortably.

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Objective: Rumours and Facts
Location: Approaching Capital City - Lipsec
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim

Ivixa’s duties as a Blackwatch Agent not only involved assassination, but also, investigation and analysis. This would likely be the latter, which was why she had chosen not to wear her armor, instead opting for a form-fitting shield bodysuit. While the outfit wasn’t exactly discreet, it was light and belied the level of threat the diminutive assassin might present to the casual eye. She had arrived on the outskirts of the city with the Empress Red Witch, following after her partner in order to cover their flanks and to ensure that they were not being watched. However, without the sensors on her armor, it was somewhat more difficult, though Ivixa knew that the Red Witch could sense danger on her own, without the aid of technology.

<”All clear in my sector.”> Ivixa said, her High Nelvaanian still quite broken, though not unintelligible.

Already, Ivixa could see the signs of unrest as they approached the city. While Lipsec had not officially been annexed by the First Order, the neighboring galactic government had once presented the potential for long-needed stability, which was now no longer possible if the rumors of the First Order’s collapse were true. In the place of optimism and hope for the future, petty warlords and tyrants had amassed large followings, which were mobilizing to seize power in various regions of the planet.

Within the capital city, a self-styled Anax had emerged, Jaidani Colabra, who was competing for influence across the region against various other factions. With the potential collapse of the First Order, a government which he had once supported, his faction was now established as one of the most formidable on the planet.

Rumors were that he intended to build a planetary empire out of ashes.

However, as of now, such statements were just that.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit - Aesthetic
  • Left Wrist
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • Right Wrist
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Whimsy Knife (2)
  • Utility
    • Stealth Field Generator
    • Neural Interface Device
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• FAE/W-01 "Attendant" Sniper Rifle

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Leader of the Dawn of Hope
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Capital, Lipsec
Objective I.: Rumours and Facts | Gather Information
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Tag(s): Ivixa Nera'kas | Open

[ Rise of the Empire ]
<"High Nelvaanian language"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ ​

<"If we have to fight in the city, I'm not worried either."> she said, also referring to the fact that she has perfect confidence in Ivixa’s abilities and that she will solve her tasks.

What was immediately apparent was also visible and felt in the Force that the locals were afraid. There were few people on the streets, many injured or just dead lying everywhere. Those who were on the streets were typically armed, those who had just robbed the dead, or were trying to move from one shelter to another. It was as if this place was actually a war zone. Until they got here, Ingrid didn't even think the situation was so bad. Especially not close to the border.

Places like this have always been delicate. The war situation was further exacerbated by the presence of soldiers in stormtrooper armour further in with tanks and some walkers. Officers in uniforms; although the coat of arms was not exactly like that of the First Order, much more of some kind of local; but some officers executed captured civilians and insurgents. That was the point where Ingrid regretted not bringing in an invasion army with her, just small units. For her, civilian execution by soldiers was unforgivable in all cases.

<"When we are done gathering the information, we will liberate the planet from the influence of the military."> she said in an emotionless voice.

From this she will not let go of anything, signalling with her hand to move on. It was time to find people who could help them…

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Tags: Ingrid L'lerim | Ivixa Nera'kas
Links: Sword | Axe​

Proof, that's what Ingrid had asked of him, proof of his loyalty to her and her organization. It annoyed him somewhat, yet he also understood and would have demanded the same of any coming to him. Thus, Zachariel had gone to Lipsec alone, aiming to assist Ingrid in her mission. He had gone earlier than asked, aiming to have something to offer as a little gift to Ingrid. As such, he had gone and had some fun with an officer, getting everything out of her that he could.

Now he sensed Ingrids approach, no doubt sensing the fear and terror present as Zachariel could. However, while she may be repulsed by it, Zachariel simply breathed it in with a dark joy. Sadly, he couldn't yet indulge himself and had to meet up with the dear Empress. As they entered the city and went deeper, Zachariel emerged from the depths of one of the alleys, seemingly melting out from the shadows. He stalked towards Ingrid and her pretty little ally, the entire time a subtle manipulation of the Force directing people's attention elsewhere. Coming to a stop before the Empress, Zachariel glanced towards the little doll like person, curious just who she was and why she was there, before he focused on Ingrid.

"Both rumors are true. The Order collapsed again and some leftover group may wish to strike against the Empire. As for which group, if any, my little informant didn't know, no matter how much I pressed her on the issue." His voice was a low bass, not his usual growl. It was at odds with his appearance, fully encased in his armor and fully bedecked in all his grizzly trophies, plus a new FO officer head added into the mix. Glancing towards another group of FO soldiers, Zachariel growled before continuing. "The fools are making shows of strength, despite how weak they are."

There was clear disdain in his voice, even as a hand twitched near the axe by his side. They were so weak it was laughable, and it made Zachariel want to burn them to the ground. Any of his weakest marauders could easily deal with several of those troops, yet they paraded around and thought to rule the galaxy. Perhaps by the end of this, he'd be able to show them what true strength was, and show the citizens of this city who they should truly fear.

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Objective: Rumours and Facts
Location: Capital City - Lipsec
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Zachariel Steelblood

<"High Nelvaanian"> │ “Galactic Basic”​

<”Yes, ummm...Red Witch.”> Ivixa replied to the Empress, briefly stumbling over her words as she did. Indeed, with the rise of Colabra’s regime, violence had overtaken much of the planet, which was already evident as the two women entered the city. Bodies from some recent skirmish lined the streets, with a few clad in stormtrooper armor, though it was notably not of First Order make. Nevertheless, the distinct white armor was a telltale sign of an Imperialist faction. Perhaps it was to be expected that before long, they would come up on a row of bodies, both civilian and Rebel, slumped along a wall. All signs pointed to them having been executed in a row, presumably by Colabra’s forces.

Even lacking a sensitivity to the Force, Ivixa could feel the anger radiating off the Red Witch.

For the Empress, such crimes were unforgivable. Ivixa only nodded at hearing the dispassion in her voice, which the Asa’nyx suspected was a sign of cold, unforgiving displeasure.

<”This regime is at its end.”> Ivixa agreed calmly.

Just then, Ivixa’s ears picked up the sound of heavy footfalls from her left, indicative of a large, powerful being approaching her position. While Ivixa was a skilled hunter of men, her ability to kill from far distances did not nullify the fact that on their native, now-uninhabitable planet, Asa’nyx were prey creatures. In training, Ivixa had learned to leverage her prey instincts towards becoming a predator, but her ears were sharp enough to distinguish between a regular human and a massive, perhaps even monstrous individual, which might prove difficult, if not even impossible for her to kill.

“<Something big is approaching.>” She said to the Empress.

As the towering Gen’Dai emerged from the alley, Ivixa had her rifle trained over his skull, though lowered it as the massive creature spoke, his voice a low, booming bass, which briefly caught Ivixa off-guard, her mouth forming an O-shape in shock, surprise, and curiosity.

To say the least, if the Empress had managed to bring a monster like this to heel, it was no wonder that so many venerated her as a Goddess.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit - Aesthetic
  • Left Wrist
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • Right Wrist
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Whimsy Knife (2)
  • Utility
    • Stealth Field Generator
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• FAE/W-01 “Attendant” Sniper Rifle

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Leader of the Dawn of Hope
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Capital, Lipsec
Objective I.: Rumours and Facts | Gather Information
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Tag(s): Ivixa Nera'kas | Zachariel Steelblood | Open

[ Rise of the Empire ]
<"High Nelvaanian language"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ ​

In fact, Ingrid didn't feel anger, she couldn't because she immediately suppressed those feelings. But if she had been able to, she probably would have really felt that way in this situation. Thus, instead of anger and resentment, Ingrid was most embraced by an ice-cold, frosty atmosphere. For her, perhaps this best described a situation like this when she was even colder, even more emotionless than usual. Many times she wanted to be able to feel these negative emotions, but she was only able to get angry at her loved ones, where she did not instinctively suppress her emotions. And even there just a little.

Something big is approaching. She nodded; Ingrid could already feel it was a familiar person. So the man came; she shared Zachariel with sufficiently serious and compromising information so it was sometimes necessary to test his loyalty. When the armoured man finally stepped out of the alley, the woman turned to him. With a motion of her hand, she signalled to Ivixa that the use of weapons was not necessary this time, the man was with them. Ingrid walked closer to the man and again stopped quite close to him, very close. Exceptionally, there were no weapons in the woman's hands.

"Mr. Steelblood, as always, it is a pleasure to see you!" she purred in a deeper voice.

She nodded at the information, so the First Order was really over again, and the remnants were disturbing and hostile. The usual story, again.

"As I see, you had a great time, Mr. Steelblood!" she still purred.

As she walked past the man, if Zachariel let her, the woman gently smoothed along his armor, at his chest. He won’t feel the touch anyway, it was more of a symbolic move on the part of the red-haired woman. The movement was like when a lover caresses their chosen one. Gentle but flirty; as was the movement as the woman looked back over her shoulder at the man.

"I hope you will feel just as good with us as you have so far!" she purred last time, and continued in her usual cold voice. "The foreplay is over, we have a job to do here. Miss Nera'kas, he is Mr. Steelblood, and vice versa. Once upon a time, all of us were interested in Agents of Chaos matters. The gentleman and I still know each other from there."

It is another matter that they have worked together for a different reason now and not for their common past.

"Since you are already familiar with the area, Mr. Steelblood, show us the way to where it would be worthwhile to begin further investigations."

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Tags: Ingrid L'lerim | Ivixa Nera'kas
Links: Sword | Axe​

His emergence had brought the small creature into a defensive stance, prompting Zachariel's amusement to mount. In fact, Zachariel simply leaned towards the rifle, as if daring the short doll to shoot him. It couldn't hurt him, nothing could, and he was confident of that. At least her action had given him an answer as to who she was. Some agent or soldier for Ingrid and the EE, and smart enough to recognize and ally and follow Ingrid's commands. So instead of furthering something petty, Zachariel instead gave his report to Ingrid, even as she closed the distance to him.

Chuckling, Zachariel nodded in turn to Ingrid's comments.
"Indeed Lady Ingrid, on both counts."

Stepping to the side, he let Ingrid pass with little effort, though her actions weren't lost on him, nor her tone of voice. In a far calmer state of mind now, he noticed them quite clearly. She had done this in their last meeting as well and Zachariel had sought some sort of reassurance then. Now he went with it for the joy it brought, a different kind of stimulation as it were. What Ingrid got out of it remained a mystery to him, one he would unravel. Thus, Zachariel took pleasure in continuing on as he had, out of pleasure, excitement, and mystery.

As she looked back at him, Zachariel smiled beneath his helmet and laughed. Stepping closer to her, Zachariel brought an armored finger under her chin. Tilting his head down and hers up if she allowed it, he looked down and deep into her eyes through his helmet lenses, smiling all the while.
"You have yet to disappoint, my dear."

As she reverted to her more normal voice, Zachariel's hand dropped and he became serious as well. Most notably his shoulders squared and his hands went to his weapons, even as his gaze swept across the open area once more. He barely even glanced back towards this Miss Nera'kas, having already noted what she looked like and now her name. Instead he spoke evenly over his shoulder.
"Pleasure, truly."

Focusing on the task at hand, Zachariel looked deeper into the city as Ingrid directed him to lead them forward. Chuckling, he pointed in the direction of the greatest concentration of troops. The location that also happened to have tanks and walkers in the way.
"That way is their command center. I thought you'd enjoy breaking them as well, so I didn't target them without you."

Sweeping an arm forward, Zachariel began marching in the direction of the command center. He walked without fear of reprisal down the center of the street, uncaring of the soldiers or civilians that were around. He wasn't fearful of any attacks from those present, but he also continued to make use of his prior technique. Continuing to make others look away from his position and instead focus on other things. Obviously this couldn't work forever, but for getting close it was perfect. Glancing over his shoulder to Ingrid, Zachariel spoke.
"Once we get close enough, we'll most likely have to fight our way in. I doubt the fools here are that idiotic as to let me in. Unless you'd like me to purposefully cause a commotion and draw them to me, allowing you access without any problems. Either works for me, as the outcome is the same."

 

[The Battalion]

Wearing: Warrior's Skin

Armed with: Elaine Tear's Lightsaber (Corrupted)

Objective: Investigate Lipsec /Carve out a power base

Came to Lipsec in: The Blood of Vjun (Sarka Class Frigate)

14 hours ago...

"Do you like it?" Xiphos asked in the privacy of the Captain's Quarters.

The Battalion removed the hilt from its wooden casing. It was a silvery lightfoil, hilt slightly longer than normal.

She flashed it on and a black, synthetic Lightsaber blade that had a red aura snaked out of it.

"First you give me a ship...and now this blade. People will start to think you spoil me." The Battalion remarked, slinking over to the dangerously powerful Force using Cyborg.

"Do you like being spoiled?" Xiphos wondered, hand unconsciously sliding around the The Witch's torso, covered by a white catsuit so thin it looked painted on.

The Battalion chuckled.

"Certainly."

The Battalion pressed herself closer. Xiphos's arm went snug against The Battalion's waist.

The Battalion reached forward, stroking Xiphos's pale face...

"You definitely aren't feeling formal, my little cracked Kyber. Not even wearing armor."

"I know you're horribly dangerous...but I've spent my whole life around 'horribly dangerous'. Perhaps I have simply become noseblind, for lack of a better word."

"Or maybe..." The Battalion trailed, pulling Xiphos in for a kiss. "You just like 'horribly dangerous'..."

The Witch basked in Xiphos's growing passion. She felt the same. Xiphos was so much more intriguing than the heretics she normally encountered. Xiphos strove to be a law unto herself, a Sith that existed purely on her own insane terms.

The Battalion felt a rare pang of guilt at knowing more about Syd Celsius than Xiphos did. A part of her was growing to dread what would happen when Xiphos would find out Syd had been Darth Phyre.

"Maybe..." Xiphos conceded.

"What are you going to be doing on Lipsec?" The Witch asked.

"Acquisitions. Deal making." Xiphos answered, staring into the Battalion's sulphur eyes. "If the First Order is really collapsing, then it would be foolish not to stake out real estate. Resources.
Weaponry."

"I'll be heading into a First Order Command Center to assist the Red Witch." The Battalion replied back, fingers tracing Xiphos's lips before kissing her again.

"By yourself?" Xiphos asked.

"I do love the glory of battle." The Battalion replied.

Xiphos hid an emotional wince at how much the answer resonated with her.

"So strange..." Xiphos remarked, running cybernetic fingers through the Battalion's curly brunette locks. "I know what you are...what you do...and yet...all it would take is me to truly stop caring to be like you..."

"What stops you?" The Battalion purred.

"Choice..." Xiphos answered. "The choice you weren't given."

"Elaine Tear was a self righteous zealot." The Battalion replied without hesitating. "It says a ton of just how much a jerk she was that I am arguably a lesser example than she. She crucified the weak who opposed her. She crucified even those who surrendered. Any who rejected any teaching of the Light in any capacity was automatically untrustworthy in her eyes, regardless of prior deeds. She was as bad as your average Ashlan Crusader, maybe worse in some ways. Her being broken apart by Darth Phyre and reforged into me was the best thing that could have happened to her."

"We are both victims of Darth Phyre..." Xiphos remarked. "And we both became... heavily altered because of it.

"We have something in common..." The Battalion whispered in her ear. "We should embrace it. Phyre ultimately put me in your grasp..."

"And me in yours..."

"She was a great and powerful Sith. If you could get past the fact she murdered your family, you'd find much to respect. You were very alike. And like Amy, like me, she wanted only the best for you."

Xiphos was silent at this. But only a moment.

"But is that truly your belief? Or what Phyre created in your head for you to adhere to?"

The Battalion seemed to grow visibly hesitant at the question.

"Nobody created me to oppose and betray the Jedi. I chose that. As sad as it makes me sometimes..." Xiphos continued. "But you were never offered that. Phyre never respected you enough to give you that choice. I would have, even if it would be a no from you. So you see, Batty...I care more for you than Phyre ever did. I care more than your peers."

The Battalion was given pause.

"Even if my saying no meant we would be enemies?"

"It's not autonomy if there is no risk. Freedom would not be enjoyable without risk..." Xiphos countered.

"You seek to erode my will. You will not succeed."

(The Battalion's Will Saves have been lowered by -2)

(Speech Check Passed.)

"I'm not seeking to erode a single thing about you, gorgeous..." Xiphos replied smoothly, kissing her again. "I want to make you realize you can be greater than Amy. Greater than Phyre. I want to make you a law unto yourself, as I am. Light or Dark? That would be up to you as well..."

"The...Dark Side fills me. It is what I am."

"Only because it was decided for you. What would you decide for yourself, if you could be given the opportunity again?"

(The Battalion's Will Saves have been eroded by -1)

The Battalion was seemingly silent as she stared into Xiphos's eyes.

"No wonder Amy's scared of you..." The Battalion admitted quietly.

"She should be." Xiphos whispered in the Battalion's ear. Her organic hand reached up to a seam on the back of the Battalion's Catsuit.

"Let's try an experiment in decision making..." Xiphos whispered seductively. "I'll have you decide if this catsuit should come off..."

The Battalion's hand joined Xiphos's in pulling her armor off...

("Calendar Girl" by Neil Sedaka Plays)

Present.

The Sarka Class Frigate known as The Blood of Vjun streaked out of Hyperspace. The Frigate, based off an old, Galactic Republic design blared friendly ID codes to nearby EE Vessels. Xiphos deciding to supply them with technology had opened doors. Lots of doors.

The Sarka Frigate descended through the Atmosphere, hovering over the devastation that Ingrid L'lerim beheld up close. The Battalion, having obtained the well rested bonus, stepped to the edge of the Forcefield that permitted Starfighter Entry into the Hangar.

She permitted herself to fall out.

The air whipped past her face as she fell to the earth. Then the Force surged through her body and her terminal impact fall became a gentle, slow descent. She daintily touched the ground, the freshly established bond to Xiphos getting stronger.

Her Light Red Blade snaked out of her hilt, and she began striding through an unsettlingly quiet but damaged city.

She hadn't felt the rumblings of challenge yet, but that changed as some of the troopers spotted her.

The Battalion charged, massive numbers of blaster bolts from FO troopers heading her way, only to be expertly deflected back to the source, killing a dozen or so with their own reflected shots in the first few seconds, dodging fire from the walkers, with Force Flight as she closed in on the compound Ingrid was heading to.

Her blade ripped violently through the legs of a scout walker as she flew past it, conjuring a red field of Force Energy over her body as she drew aggro on herself, blade savagely, sadistically hacking through stormtrooper armor.

Zachariel Steelblood

Ivixa Nera'kas

 

[Calruss Shiman]

Location: Capital, Lipsec
Objective: Gather information. by any means necessary
Tags: The Battalion / Ingrid L'lerim / Zachariel Steelblood / Ivixa Nera'kas

It had been a long time, forever since that almost fateful event on the imperial ship. Since then, he had been recovering from his mistakes and taking time to train until he made sure they were totally eradicated. His service to the empire did not stop though, consistently they sent him on scout missions, all of which were boring to the core and void of action he desperately craved. That's what he deserved considering he disobeyed the empire and almost got himself killed, although it wasn't totally the empire keeping him on a leash. His father was the one that made him think twice about doing it again, giving him a constant reminder of who he represented and punishments that were even more depressing than what the empire gave themselves.

Nonetheless, both parties firmly agreed it was time to let him back out again into riskier missions. Calruss was thankful they had faith in him again, a second time may spell the end in giving more crucial missions, up until he was eighteen of course. Leading up to that, he needed all the experience he could get, good and bad included.

The mission he was given looked appetising from the start. Rumors had been going around about the collapse of the first order, and with widespread riots, in their borders, the talk only proved to be all too real. Upon the rooftops of Lipsec, Calruss saw the devastation first hand. The once clear streets were now covered with rubble from never ending disputes, all of which were created by the stormtroopers themselves in a desperate attempt at clinging onto power. From what he had observed so far, the two all but seemed to be at a stalemate, both parties suffering significant casualties for their cause. He wasn't here to observe and watch from the sidelines, he was here to gain answers to the empire's questions.

Clad in an everyday grey jacket and jeans, he hastily ran over the ruined rooftops towards the center, a place where he was sure to find a direction to his inquiries. Calruss needed to be careful though, first order snipers were scattered along the rooftops in search for their next target and wouldn't hesitate to fire on those suspected of causing trouble.

It didn't take long until he reached the outskirts of the center, a place that provided a stark reminder of the conflict with bodies and weaponry littering the streets below. It wasn't a surprise, considering the main control center was dead ahead. Surrounding it was patrols of stormtroopers, joined by walkers that appeared to have already seen battle from the black marks covering the metallic shell. That many soldiers in one place only meant one thing, they were there to stop something from getting out to the wider audience.

Calruss stopped next to the edge of a building, close to a street below that had a sizeable gap between the next building. Although, before he even had the chance of peeking over the edge something else greeted his sight. A first order scout, holding a lengthy rifle was zooming down his scope in the direction of the fighting ahead. He seemed to be struggling to find a shot as the battle continued, grumbling under his breath in frustration as his own troops got in the way each time. Slowly sneaking up behind him, Calruss suddenly ignited his bright red saber behind him and sliced the end of the blaster, rendering it useless for now. The soldier spun his head around in shock, only just seeing the boy before getting unceremoniously force pushed off the edge and into the alleyway.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH" the man screamed, plummeting with force to the concrete floor below with a nasty crunch. The teen smirked slightly and finally looked below, only to spot a group of three approaching. Luckily for them, the body had landed a good few feet away from them, any later and they may have had raining stormtrooper on the forecast. Using a nearby ladder that was stuck to the side of the wall, he quickly clambered down and jumped down onto a closed metallic bin below, before deciding to make himself comfy and waiting for them to walk past.

From the three, he only recognised one. The empress herself had also found herself on this sorry planet too, dressed in armour to make herself look like any other soldier. Double checking his clothing and fixing his demeanor, he glared at them as they walked by, an expressionless look greeting them while his feet went backward and forwards calmly "It’s an honour to see you here..." he shouted to Ingrid with a small, respectful nod. He didn’t recognise her instantly, but after a more careful examination and the fact he was told about this before hand, it was easier to identify the red queen as a whole. Glaring at her companions, one was a giant armed to the teeth, while the other was a blue alien carrying items that were clearly no joke. To him, it was a strange pairing, to say the least, "And to your companions too, they seem like an interesting pairing" the teen quipped as he specifically looked to the metallic monster, one of which towered and made him look like a mere ant below.

"I trust you three already have a plan, correct?" He questioned the Empress with an interested tilt of his head

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Objective: Rumours and Facts
Location: Capital City - Lipsec
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Zachariel Steelblood Calruss Shiman The Battalion

<"High Nelvaanian"> │ “Galactic Basic”​

The towering Gen’Dai glanced at her with what Ivixa judged as some level of arrogance, perhaps not without good reason. Gen’Dai had a reputation of being virtually unkillable, but like most species, even they had a brain, of which the diminutive sniper had a high-powered rifle pointed at only moments before.

The Agents of Chaos had taught her that no matter how big the monster, if it had a brain or a heart, she could kill it.

While Ivixa did not yet trust the massive, armored Gen’Dai, it became immediately apparent that the Empress was quite the opposite, perhaps to a...concerning extent. The tiny Asa’nyx blinked in surprise and stupefaction as the Red Witch slinked up against the Gen’Dai’s armored form, her voice a low, enchanting purr that Ivixa was sure she would never forget. Her mouth formed an O-shape as she bore witness to the display, eyes wide with confusion in watching the Empress display a side of her which Ivixa had never seen, up until now.

Briefly stupefied, especially in seeing the Gen'Dai place an armored finger beneath the Empress’ chin, Ivixa completely missed the scream and subsequent crunch of a falling stormtrooper. Nevertheless, when the two...partners seemed to finish, at least for the moment, indicative of the Empress’ voice once more assuming its usual stern tone, Ivixa shook her head and nodded.

“O-oh uhhh...y-yes, of course Empress!” Ivixa answered in Basic, nevertheless stumbling over her words in the process. “W-what is the umm…uhhh...” She paused, her mind briefly drawing a blank as she struggled to reset her focus.

“Likewise, Mr. Steelblood.” The Asa’nyx said finally, still feeling as if there was a cloud fogging up her mind.

“I’ll be right behind you both.” She finished, before preparing her rifle once more, as another newcomer made their presence known, compelling Ivixa to immediately point her rifle towards his skull with a frightening degree of speed and surgical precision…

Only to realize that he was an ally as well.

It went without saying that this would be a strange affair.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit - Aesthetic
  • Left Wrist
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • Right Wrist
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Whimsy Knife (2)
  • Utility
    • Stealth Field Generator
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• FAE/W-01 “Attendant” Sniper Rifle

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Leader of the Dawn of Hope
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Capital, Lipsec
Objective I.: Rumours and Facts | Gather Information
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Tag(s): Ivixa Nera'kas | Zachariel Steelblood | Calruss Shiman | The Battalion | Open

[ Rise of the Empire ]
<"High Nelvaanian language"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ ​

The woman continued their dance where they had finished on the Thule; only because she saw signs there that she had caught the man's attention. Now that they didn't want to kill each other, Zachariel was also more open to what Ingrid was doing. She has always had a great in that of how to seduce others or maintain their interest. It really looked like this method was also effective on the Maw's man.

Of course, she let the man reach under her chin and lift her head. She ruled her body and muscles so much that she didn't accidentally shake due to the movement. The Empress and her body also remembered the last time the insane Admiral Regent, Caarlyle Rausgeber , made the same move after a gentle face stroking. Although there was no kindness in it, while there was in Zachariel's gesture. Although the woman was wearing a helmet, the two helmeted heads got closer to each other and they looked through the helmet deep into each other’s eyes.

"Good, because I don't like to be disappointed, Zachariel!" she purred once more softly and laughed likewise. Her soft laugh could have the effect of getting the others as they got a kiss from their lover and get a nice, pleasant, softly, seductive caress along all the way on their spine's line. Only this laugh was not intentional, but totally naturally, instinctively eliciting such an effect, the woman did not strive for it.

Anyway, this was slowly starting to be a situation where in another place which is not a battlefield she would have been so close to the other that she would have been almost touched the other’s lips with own, but wouldn’t have kissed him, or she would have allowed it to her partner to do the same. More than once, she drove Tubrok or Adrian crazy with this game. If she played with targets like that, they didn’t survive long.

But now they were on the battlefield, and she even felt a familiar aura approaching. The boy who was there on the NIV Defiance bridge. In any case, she had given the order and they could have started. The Red Witch still felt Ivixa's embarrassment that she didn't know where to put the situation. True, not many people saw Ingrid when she used her non-combat skills in her agent or assassin work. It was a taste of it now.

<"Agent, and yes, we have a plan. Follow us!"> she turned with a nod to the arriving young man.

She hadn't answered the question yet, instead she looked around behind the corner, out to the street, where The Battalion was already dancing a deadly dance among the local stormtrooper squads. She seemed to ruin Zachariel's amusement. Nodded at the man's words, then answered coldly; there was no trace of the former flirtatious emphasis in her voice now.

"I am always happy to help break this horde of worms that cannot be called human." she said and followed the man.

Now she did not disappear and did not become invisible, rather she stepped beside Zachariel, and Ingrid walked beside the man without weapons, moving in an elegant but deadly motion, with her confident radiance.

"The distraction will be good, I know you love the chaos! Me and the two agents will go in unless they want to help you. Agents, you have time to decide until the action begins." she looked back at Ivixa and Calruss. After about a minute, they reached that frontier. "Let start it!" she gave the order.

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Tags: Ingrid L'lerim | Ivixa Nera'kas | The Battalion | Calruss Shiman
Links: Sword | Axe​

Continuing the song and dance with Ingrid, Zachariel looked deep into Ingrid's own helmet lenses, smiling beneath his own helmet. Such a close moment, and certainly intimate to anyone watching. For Zachariel himself, it simply brought forth the joy of the hunt, even as she laughed that laugh of her. Laughing genuinely, Zachariel responded with his own purr.
"Neither do I Ingrid, so it's good we won't be. A good time is to be had, so let us have it my dear."

Straightening as his hand left her chin, Zachariel noted the confusion and shock of their little blue ally. The sight only made Zachariel laugh more, finding great amusement in her shock. Had the little one never seen such games played before? What a boring life she must've lead then. And then, another joined them, prompting Zachariel to take a closer look at the trooper he'd just killed. Sighing with some disappointment, Zachariel noted the man was dead only due to the fall, not anything else.

Still, the boy seemed competent enough, so he'd probably be useful. At least he brought amusement with his question. Shaking his head as they moved on, Zachariel directed his gaze to the boy before speaking.
"Of course there's a plan." Pulling his ask free from his hip, Zachariel swung it at the troopers neck, easily cutting the sniper's head off. Zachariel didn't even slow at the motion, eyes instead still locked on Calruss. "Kill. Maim. Burn."

His voice was entirely calm as he said those infamous words. Smirking beneath his helm, his gaze shifted forward as they advanced, nearing a combat zone. It was certainly an interesting pairing they all had, four very different people walking as one group. Former enemies now walking as allies, at least in the case of Ingrid and himself. Walking side by side, Zachariel was more than confident of success. Approaching the sounds of combat, that confidence only rose as he spotted the Battalion fighting the First Order. This would be even easier than expected.

"Aye my dear, hail the coming of chaos." Walking on, Zachariel placed a hand onto Ingrid's shoulder as he looked down at her. "Don't have too much fun without me."

Laughing he advanced then, even as the finally arrived and Ingrid gave the order to move out to their positions. However, Zachariel hadn't waited for the command, instead he was already moving. The giant of a gen'dai moved from a sedate walk into a dead sprint in milliseconds, moving far faster than any being his size had the right to. Thundering foot steps echoed with each stomp of his armored boots, before Zachariel suddenly leapt up and against the side of the final building before the open courtyard. One leg pushing against the building, Zachariel launched himself up and higher towards a walker, leaving a visible crater against the wall.

Flying through the air, Zachariel crashed against the cockpit of the walker, knocking it over with the sheer force of his impact. As it fell, Zachariel could be seen hacking into it savagely with his axe and sword. And over the sound of it impacting on the ground, Zachariel's roar could be heard.
"KILL, MAIM, BURN!"

 

[Laertia Io]

Arrived in: B6 Reproduction

Wearing: Purified Naath Cowling

Sith Mask

Armed with: Fragment of Vjun (Single Bladed Red Lightsaber)

007 hours ago.

Xiphos lay awake in the bed, the Battalion under the covers the same as she was. The Witch slumbered, her current appearance a literal patchwork of some of the most powerful Witches she was composed of. One side of her face was the one that Xiphos recognized, the other side that of a different beautiful woman. One arm was it's natural pale color. The other arm covered in very dark skin. The skin tone was all over the place in certain areas.

Xiphos sat up as the Witch slumbered. She felt intense guilt...but hadn't Syd betrayed her first?

Xiphos had been crushed when Syd publicly denounced her. The very person who had given her the confidence to stand up and fight this fight had thrown her to the wolves.

Xiphos headed to the shower area, got in the stall, made sure the water was as cold as possible to wake her up, and then leaned against a wall as the water hit her.

Xiphos flinched as she remembered the exchange between The Witch and her Master. There was a gap in the armor to exploit. But she would have to be incredibly careful.

She looked at her organic hand. So much blood. She could see it almost if she squinted real hard with her organic eye.

How she wanted her family back.

She looked down at her cybernetic arm, and clenched it's fist.

The arm blade popped out of its hidden slot as the water hit her.

What in the world was she creating? What was she becoming? Did she want it?"

Even now she could feel the beginnings of a bond with the other victim of Darth Phyre beginning to form. She told herself it was a strategic plot, her doing this. Or was the Battalion every bit the Honey Trap she claimed.

She liked to fight. And Xiphos liked that. She was intelligent. Skilled, a beauty to her fighting pattern that Xiphos sincerely admired. She gave as good as she got.

And as much as she felt guilt at admitting it, having The Battalion in her arms had been better than she ever imagined.

Xiphos soon exited the shower, dried off and began getting ready, disturbed on a very deep level at how she felt about this. All she had done.

She was gone before The Battalion awoke.

Minutes later...

While Xiphos didn't possess sentimental views on vehicles the way The Amalgam did, she nonetheless had her personal tastes, and preferred heavy starfighters or fighter bombers was one of them. She was testing out the B6 to see if it had desirable traits for an updated design. There was a reason she was using Republic and Rebellion designs: They were Iconic tools of the so called "Heroes". She wanted to use the tools of heroes to bring down those who thought themselves righteous but she saw for the tyrants they truly were.

As she entered the city she was engaged by First Order Ties. Xiphos gunned the engines, admiring it's power. Her shipyard facility had constructed it. Without hesitation she began firing on the Special Forces Ties trying to harass her, her technopathy manipulating the ball turret as she pivoted the blade wing design to a horizontal position, using the ball turret to smash through the deadly fighters with precise laser fire. She then adjusted the blade craft for a horizontal position and wheeled behind her, unleashing the Ion cannons and obliterating two more fighters behind her. She felt no adrenaline: She had been in battles that made this look like a grocery run.

Let's test that composite beam laser... She mused, arming it.

She spotted an artillery position and fired the red continuous beam at it and The the mag cannon erupted with part of the street in a mini mushroom cloud.

"Note to self...only use on Capital vessels..." Xiphos observed.

She soon found what she had come here for: a large weapons factory, castle like, made of molecularly bonded armor and with massive Laser Cannon defenses abandoned as The First Order collapsed. But it looked as if a scattered defense Force still inhabited it.

Her Starfighter shield began to take fire as she got closer, and Xiphos veered away, not wanting to get her craft too damaged. It was a good design. She landed it in an abandoned street.

She hopped out, her armorweave black robes covered by a bronze cloak. Her face was covered by a black Sith Mask and in her hand she wielded a red Lightsaber. It's crystal had been taken from a vault in Vader's Castle and the hilt was constructed from its walls. The Amalgam had made it for her.

Not wasting time, Xiphos began to head for the side of the factory most heavily defended by stormtroopers...

Ingrid L'lerim

Zachariel Steelblood

Ivixa Nera'kas

Calruss Shiman

 

[Calruss Shiman]

Location: Capital, Lipsec
Objective: Gather information. by any means necessary
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim / Laertia Io / Zachariel Steelblood / Ivixa Nera'kas / The Battalion

The first reaction he received was a blaster aimed at his head from a blue alien. She was quick and precise with her movements and showed off her quick reactions well. Calruss looked at the woman and nonchantly raised his hand with a small wave "I must say, I'm quite impressed you didn't blow my head off" he said sarcastically before turning his attention to the red queen.

"As you wish, Empress" he replied to her command, quickly throwing himself from the crate and walking up to the oddball group as calm as can be. Following them, they came up to the armored beast who stared straight down at Calruss. The figure was almost double his height and bigger than any form he'd seen, but that didn't seem to intimidate the teen as he listened and glared back at the monster with no emotion. Keeping the focus on his helmet he didn't flinch when the figure took out his axe and slammed it across the dead trooper's neck, leaving to roll cleanly down the street as he spoke three words; kill, maim, burn.

Momentarily, Calruss didn't react at all, but after a few seconds, the teen suddenly flashed a smirk and shrugged "That's something at least..." the boy mumbled back as he turned his attention to movement down the street, followed by the screams of civilians that were desperately trying to avoid the wave

As fortune would have it, a battalion of first order soldiers appeared before them down the street. It was clear they had already seen combat and were hungry for more from the look of their no nonsense weaponry and scarred armor. Gracefully, Calruss slid the red lightsaber out of his pocket and ignited the weapon, letting hang loosely to his side while the forces approached. Turning his head to the empress and brute he was just in time to see the pair "flirting", something of which made the teen cringe to himself and sigh "Egh..." was the only annoying sound he could muster out of his lips. How revolting... why couldn't the two save it for an evening at the palace together, or better yet somewhere in private. Who in the right time would get intimate in the middle of a battlefield!

Shaking his head from what he just saw Calruss watched the big figure rush at the first order with a frightening screaming, hacking and slashing at everything in his way. He admired the things spirit, yet something itched away at his mind. Where did this colossus come from?

"I will follow your interest into battle. With the sharpshooter beside you, or even alone, I'm confident you'll be able to get the data we need." he explains before beginning to walk straight at the chaos "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to help with the distraction before it's all ripped apart!" the teen shouted as he ran with speed to the shocked troopers who were too distracted the thing scraping their walker. With a swift stroke of his weapon, he sliced the head off the first one that came his way, before using the force to throw his limp body at a group of five clambering to fire their weapons. All of them fell to the floor like bowling pins, knocked out by the force of the impact hitting them like a truck.

Calruss walked to their motionless states and stood above them, shooting a look at the man who screamed his infamous phrase again with intensity "What is your name metal man?" Calruss shouted over to him as he dived behind the downed walker to avoid a flurry of blaster fire "And if I dare to ask, where did you even come from?" the teen grunted as he raised his hand and used the force to blindly throw a piece of rubble from the walker, pinging it off two unlucky souls heads in front of the horde.

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Objective: Rumours and Facts
Location: Capital City - Lipsec
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Zachariel Steelblood Calruss Shiman The Battalion Laertia Io

<"High Nelvaanian"> │ “Galactic Basic”​

This was what it took to bring peace to the Unknown Regions.

Ivixa watched in awe as the massive Gen’Dai launched into a sprint, his massive form rumbling across the streets before he leapt up against the side of a building, then from there, a walker, knocking the towering war machine over via sheer, brute force. In the skies, a composite red laser fired by a B-Wing struck down on a position a few blocks away, the impact generating a fiery mushroom cloud which in all likelihood was indicative of the annihilation of whatever unfortunate souls were caught within the blast. All the while, the young Warden moved with blistering speed towards the grouping of troopers ahead, his crimson lightsaber a flurry of motion as he decapitated a soldier before harnessing the Force to launch the limp body towards a group of five more troopers.

With this force, Ivixa thought that they could take the city and kill Jaidani Colabra by nightfall.

One humanocentrist, wannabe Imperial Warlord down, likely a hundred more to go.

Behind her, the B-Wing landed and out stepped a feminine form clad in a black robes, a brown cloak, and a mask. Had she been wearing her distinct, midnight black armor, Ivixa would have immediately recognized her as the Black Knight, heroine of the Third Imperial Civil War and savior of countless systems in the campaign against the Bryn’adûl. Instead, the diminutive Asa’nyx initially viewed the woman with some suspicion, but upon registering that she was an ally, Ivixa gave her a nod.

In seeing her allies carve through the formations of stormtroopers, Ivixa utilized her grappling spike launcher to get to the top of a nearby, blown-out building, the cable carrying her tiny form up until she released it.

Then, she went to work.

Concealing herself with her stealth field generator, Ivixa stared down the scope of her rifle, her sharp, trained eyes immediately picking out three megablaster emplacements. A held breath preceded death from afar, which the tiny sniper did not hesitate in delivering. Placing her crosshairs over the head of a gunner, she squeezed the trigger, sending a magenta bolt down the street that annihilated the gunner’s head in an explosion of pink energy. Keeping her scope focused on the area just long enough to confirm the kill, Ivixa snapped her sights to the second, then third emplacements, her hand pulling the bolt-action recharger in fluid motions between each devastating shot. Within moments, the three gunners were struck down by precise, surgical fire, clearing the path for her friends to advance through the courtyard...

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit - Aesthetic
  • Left Wrist
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • Right Wrist
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Whimsy Knife (2)
  • Utility
    • Stealth Field Generator
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• FAE/W-01 “Attendant” Sniper Rifle

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Leader of the Dawn of Hope
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Capital, Lipsec
Objective I.: Rumours and Facts | Gather Information
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Tag(s): Ivixa Nera'kas | Zachariel Steelblood | Calruss Shiman | The Battalion | Open

[ Rise of the Empire ]
<"High Nelvaanian language"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ ​

Ingrid welcomed the man's response. With each movement, the word uttered revealed more and more things about him, the better she could get to know him. The perfect manipulation when the other is unaware of it and now Zachariel eats out Ingrid’s hand. The woman was essentially able to tame the warrior of chaos. For a moment it occurred to the woman's mind whether anyone else was capable of this in the man's long life. Although, the past didn’t matter, especially because both only met in the present again.

"I wouldn’t even think of having fun without you!" she replied, in a deep humming voice as Zachariel put his hand on her shoulder. She reached for a moment and stroked the huge fingers. In the end, she made a head gesture just to get the man started. Like when someone releases a bloodthirsty hound. It was like that figuratively.

The sequel was not hard to guess; she had seen him fight more than once.

<"We're at the battlefield, agent, my codename is "Red Witch" here."> she replied in her usual cold voice.

She was not surprised by the teenage boy's reaction, Adrian reacted similarly when he saw Tubrok or Telis flirting with her. Another issue is that Adrian was the woman’s son, and flirting with the two men isn’t as harmless a game as this. And the boy decided to go with Zachariel. Ingrid nodded as she looked up at the sky where she also saw the B-wing. She watched Calruss set off after the raging giant, then Ivixa set off as well. However, Ingrid was still motionless.

By the time MANIAC signalled to her that soldiers were coming from behind her, she had already sensed it through the Force. The B-wing landed not far from them, but the woman did not deal with it. She turned slowly, calmly to the soldiers who came from behind. These were animals in her eyes, she wouldn’t have fun, and she’d take care of them quickly. On the street, thanks to the smoke, it was dark enough anyway, no sunlight visible. From one moment to the next it became even darker, the shadows came to life.

Ingrid's power ran through the Force, the shadows moved. So far, only Zachariel and Calruss have seen this before, they could know, it was her, not just moving shadows. The soldiers aimed at the woman, and the shadows slammed down on them. Ingrid was a sorcerer, mostly a necromancer or Nethermancer. Dense black shadows penetrated the armour. The fear which was generated was absorbed by the woman and then at once absorbed the life force of the soldiers. They didn’t deserve a better end; perhaps the strangest thing was that she remained neutral in the Force despite the necromancy.

The two dozen soldiers fell to the ground in just two minutes, roaring in pain until then, then whimpering, and finally silence followed. When they were all dead, the woman held out her hand and made a few hand gestures while ur-Kittât said words, using the energies and feelings she had previously absorbed. The dead soldiers moved and stood up, now as dead soldiers.

"Go and kill the soldiers and warlords you have had to serve so far!" she ordered in an ice-cold voice. The soldiers turned and set off, as Ingrid did. The assassin looked in the direction where her own were fighting. The shadows receded and the woman walked after her own men. She still hadn't pulled out any weapons…

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Tags: Ingrid L'lerim | Ivixa Nera'kas | The Battalion | Calruss Shiman
Links: Sword | Axe​

More in between talk, more inaction, though Zachariel was somewhat surprised by the boys fortitude. He seemed completely unaffected by Zachariel's actions and words, curious. What had hardened the boy so, or was it just a show? Regardless, they had another ally in the fight now and were all focused on one thing, the destruction of their foe. And what glorious destruction it would be.

With the walker downed and its pilots killed, Zachariel rose to his full height atop its carcass. From his vantage point, he looked across the chaos of battle, even as several troopers shifted their fire to him. Not bothering to block the fire, Zachariel's booming laugh echoed across the courtyard, even as the blaster shots pattered across his armor ineffectually. Then a walker began to track towards him, prompting Zachariel to jump down and behind the walker, landing with a thud near Calruss.

Glancing towards the boy, Zachariel laughed once more.
"I am Zachariel Steelblood, and all you need know is I am the end of all things, boy."

Striding around the fallen walker, Zachariel laughed as he advanced towards the foe once more. Immediately more fire was directed towards him, but this time Zachariel didn't stay still for them, instead he sprang into motion once more. Charging, he shortly entered the fray with the squad stormtroopers that had advanced towards them, conveniently preventing the walker from firing as well. Laughing a bloodthirsty laugh, Zachariel cut into the squad with vicious abandon. This was no battle, it was a slaughter, and Zachariel reveled in it.

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Objective: Rumours and Facts
Location: Capital City - Lipsec
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Zachariel Steelblood Calruss Shiman The Battalion Laertia Io

<"High Nelvaanian"> │ “Galactic Basic”
​

Blood for the sake of blood.

From the relative safety of her perch within the building, Ivixa got a terrifying impression of the monstrous Gen’Dai as he carved his way through the ranks of stormtroopers, blaster bolts bouncing off of his thick armor as if they were foam darts shot from a toy gun. As if that were not enough, the Red Witch unleashed her own, terrible power, manipulating shadows at will and harnessing them to consume the soldiers, causing the screaming men and women to wither away as their essence was absorbed by the Empress.

Then, they were resurrected before the diminutive sniper’s wide golden eyes.

And yet, Ivixa knew they were dead, now existing in some form of undeath, propped up only by strange, arcane magic which was far beyond the sniper’s mortal comprehension.

The remaining stormtroopers continued to fight in spite of the sudden resurrections of their once-dead comrades, with some moving to retreat. Those that chose the latter, Ivixa made it a point to shoot them in the back. Turning her sights on them, she began to pick them off one by one with precise, surgical shots as they made to retreat. One, two, three, four, then five were cut down with striking efficiency by the tiny sniper, a display of skill in stark contrast to her allies’ overt manifestations of raw, explosive power.

With the report of her shots echoing through the air as the last stormtroopers surrendered or were finished, Ivixa’s bolts cut down two more retreating stormtroopers, striking one in the upper chest and the other in the skull, before she could find no more, with the rest either escaped, dead, or undead.

Now, to find Jaidani Colabra.

“We’ll have to move quickly.” Ivixa said as she stepped out of the building. “Jaidani Colabra will be sure to attempt a retreat. We could get his location from one of the soldiers here.” The Asa’nyx suggested, placing her rifle on her back as she did.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit - Aesthetic
  • Left Wrist
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • Right Wrist
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Whimsy Knife (2)
  • Utility
    • Stealth Field Generator
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• FAE/W-01 “Attendant” Sniper Rifle

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Jaidani Colabra stared at the vidscreen in disgust in his bunker under the city, the wannabe Sith royal and her honor guard were cutting through his troops like a scythe. There was no way in the neather that he would allow the foe to beat him as easily as this. He quickly turned to his aid and said "Release the droids. I want them dead this instant." The assistant nodded "It will be done, my lord. Should I get your scuttle prepped?" The older man just waved him away. "If I need to leave I will ask for it to be prepped, now do your damn job, or do you want to end up like those men on the view screen?" The aid bit his tongue with only a "Yes Lord, right away" being released from his lips before he scurried off to do he do his duty. He was replaceable, all his troopers were. The was just a field test of his forces to see what they could do against the Sith and they could apparently was nothing. Maybe the droids could do better.

Soon enough, B1s started to pour out from every crack and crevice with bombs strapped to their chest and painted in the warlord's colors, charging at the vicious EE members, trying to detonate themselves with their arms wide open to hug the invaders, their programmed laughs that a mad man would have blushed at the rattling of the walls of buildings as they advanced. Suddenly one droid after another was downed with shots into the head from somewhere that wasn't seen by the other heroes. Omen hid on the top of a roof, taking shot after shot to try to cover the Ruler and her entourage as best as he could by himself. The Clone had come to the town for the purpose of sightseeing, wondering why this city looked so deserted. Well, now he knew, and now he was in the middle of fighting back a threat he knew nothing about. All he knew is that a ruler needed to be saved and that in the future, that ruler would be a big ally to have. So he kept it up, making every shot count. Who knows if he would have enough.

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