Invasion Schism's Dawn // NIO invasion of TSE controlled Mygeeto and Muunilinst

[Lirka Ka]

Location: Mygeeto, Bridge One
Objective: Hold the Line
Allies: TSE and Allies
Enemies: NIO and Allies
Tags: Cameron Farwell

The grin beneath the emotionless helm that Lirka always wore grew ever greater, it was savage, cruel, bestial. And it oozed the overpowering arrogance that filled Lirka's entire being like a sickness. The blizzard raged harder, the massive armored beast did not move from her position. An idle sentinel against the coming onslaught, never once would she consider the enemies of the Empire to actually take up one of her many offers for peaceful (or as close as it would ever get to peaceful) solutions. Even though every fiber of her warped being screamed to maim, to slaughter, to kill. She held them back.

Behind her stood the lines, tense, eager as their overlord. Fingers placed above triggers, troopers let their nervous ticks fly. All heard the Moff's request, they didn't have any element of surprise anymore, barely the ground to cover. Maybe a single volley of fire before the apostates were upon them. For their weak mortal minds, that brought fear. For Lirka? It brought exaltation. But then, she heard his words. The traitor had actually considered her offer? Lirka could've laughed in sheer shock.

Information...for safety.

"Your terms are deemed acceptable, traitor!"

She raised her blade, that massive piece of metal made in bizarre alien craft-work, it's burning edge cutting through the all encompassing sheen of white that seemed to engulf the entire planet.

"Lay down your arms...and kneel."

She stood there, waiting. For either a squadron whom kneels in submission to cease more senseless carnage, or for the first of a hundred blaster bolts to ping into the dark armor of her plate.

 

[Gat Tambor]

( Drip courtesy Republic Engineering )​

// "SSD" //
// OBJECTIVE // Tithe Collection
// YE TRACK // Flashing Lights
// Free Market [NIO] // Avernus
// Statists [TSE] // Aerarii Tithe | Darth Argentum | Madelyn Lowe

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"Hmm- I am merely a student of the craft, Lord Avernus. I only pass on what I can to those who are most promising. Even if it might...contradict my greater interests, there is no arguing the merit of AvCoin© for example." Gat Tambor admitted in return to the Pureblood. As far as Gat Tambor was concerned, the Sith had every right to live in decadence and revelry. He was a man who'd earned the spoils as far as Gat Tambor knew him and as far as the Skakoan was aware, there was no obligation one had to do anything more with his tangible wealth than flaunt it. Even if the Skakoan's testement to his own wealth was less in decadence and more in objects of technological greatness. Much akin to the TURBO ANNIHILATOR suit he was enclasped in and The Voidstar commissioned from the fellow luminary of technology that was Eocin Chiyat .

As soon as the slab of steel had fallen with its edges smoking in a molten orange the Skakoan would duck below the makeshift entrance way as he followed Avernus in tow. Seeing the Pureblood's retinue attach the cables for a quick and safe descent, Gat Tambor opted for something far more unorthodox. Casually stepping off the edge of the lift's vertical corridor the Skakoan plummeted rapidly in a rigid stance before only a few feet from the ground he activated the inbuilt jet pack of the suit at enough power and propulsion for enough time to slow the Skakoan's descent to a soft landing unto the top of the lift.

"OWEERERE- I'll take care of this one." Tambor offered before he motioned his left hand infront of his chest, activating the rainbow gem saber gauntlet, sending out two prasmatic blades jutting forward past his arm which seemed to continuously shift between each color of the visible spectrum so long as it was ignited. A marvelous sight and the sign of a man with true wealth. Kneeling down he thrust his fist toward the durasteel surface, slowly cutting a hole in the lift until it made a circle of molten metal beneath them. Hopping into the center of it the metal gave sent Tambor flying down into the elevator, his power armored feet landing against the floor beneath with enough force to jostle the lift.

Shifting the blade off he retracted the cybernetic power claw from his opposite hand obstructed by the inbuilt quadbarrel disruptor cannon. A nuiscance and bulk of a feature to have an intraversable cannon on his right hand but immeasurably useful all the same. Prying the elevator doors apart Gat Tambor stepped through, the ODRDK droid atop his shoulder whirring intensely. The Tithe must be collected.

 

[Ryv]

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// SWORD OF THE JEDI // FOCUSED CRUSADER //
// MUUNILIST // HARNAIDAN //
// PIERCE THE DEFENSIVE // BEGIN EPIC DUEL ACROSS THE CITY // BREAK SHIT //
// BLADE OF RUUSAN // DRIP // ASPIS //
// Lucien Dooku // Dorian Sicarrio
// Lord Venari // Leon Amun // Vallaro Kindall
// BOND // Allyson Locke

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"I gotta be honest, boss," Ryv began as he pressed inward, putting the entirety of his body behind his saber. "One saber? That's just patrician. Two sabers? Little over the top, probably an overcompensation issue," he fell back from the lock, bringing his weapon close to the body to ward away any incoming attacks as he activated the tertiary function of his shield. "But three? C'mon, man. Now you're just trying to set a record for goofiest looking Sith Lord," his battlefield-banter served as nothing more than a means of occupying the Sith Lord's attention as the shield slowed to a stop beyond the window. It picked up speed once more and whizzed back in the direction of the engaging trio. He initially aimed to catch the arrogant Sith off guard with the ingenious use of his armament. Still, feeling the surge of dark side energy building within Venari, Ryv decided on something a little more practical. He raised his arm high, guiding the shield to its magnetized retraction module. ​

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"Luc, behind me!" Ryv called out as the shield fitted back into place on his arm as Venari lifted his fingers and flexed his fingers. The Jedi lowered the defensive tool and crouched, taking the brunt of power directly. While most of the surge crashed into the 'Aspis' and dissipated, individual jolts crawled past and flickered over the Jedi Knight. He clenched his jaw to avoid biting through his tongue and weathered the storm for the short few seconds it took for the Mandalorian cry to echo along the halls. The Kiffar's ears perked up in shock. "Shit! Luc, you're up!" he acted quickly, the Force propelling him as the dust burned away. The Sword of the Jedi whipped around to switch places with Lucien, relying on the rogue to handle the lightning. His shield once more fell into place to protect the duo, designed for weapons such as the spartan laser 'Fist of Mandalore.' Ryv found himself lifted off the ground by the powerful beam of energy, coupled with a sudden spray of blaster fire and blasted back into Lucien. Together, the two bodies flew up and over the Sith Lord.​

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Their bodies soared out the open window behind the Kiffar, and flew across the open byway. Ryv's eyes widened in a sense of sudden shock, his momentary mixture of surprise and fear from the titanic weapon's attack leaked into his being. While Ryv struggled to regain some sense of control physically, Allyson's mind would find the foreign surroundings of Ryv's head-over-hells flight assault her, coupled with the dread beside it. Unable to fully gain control of his functions, the Jedi Knight crashed through the transparisteel across the way and hit the ground hard, tumbling for a dozen feet. Finally slowing, he launched back up to his feet with a well-timed handspring and looked towards Lucien. Blood ran from a thin wound caused by the shattered glass, just across his right cheek. Bruising spread across his jaw and along his temple, likely caused by the uncontrolled landing. He motioned away from the Sith Lord and his companions with a twitch of his head.​

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"We're not gonna gain any ground here. Lets put up some distance and split em up. The heavy one won't keep pace, whereas Dorian should," Ryv turned away from the opposing forces once more and took a deep breath. With the Blade of Ruusan's help, a serene calm fell over both Lucien and himself, warding away the encroaching darkness and shielding their minds from the more base human instinct. Focused once more, Ryv launched down the hall with the aid of force speed, his body a blur as he raced away from the Sith Lord and his entourage. He took a series of turns through the labyrinthine corridors of the tower's interior before another transparisteel window revealed itself. Not slowing, Ryv whipped his shield forward once more, shattering the window before covering his face and leaping out after it. As they descended to an adjacent building, the guard flew back around, snapping back into place on his forearm.​

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Ryv interposed the shield between him and the transparisteel barrier of the next structure, shattering it as he crashed forward. He dropped into a roll, managing to hop back up onto his feet and continue the mad dash. As the duo reached a room more rooted in the structure, he turned and motioned for Lucien to stop. The room Ryv selected had half a dozen entrances and exits, and if one looked up, they'd note a transparent covering. Two dozen bridges acted as a means of crossing from one side off the building to another, but an experienced force user? A feasible pathway up.​

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"Aight, they can definitely feel my lightsaber, but this minimizes the jetpack's risk, the giant goddamn laser, and puts em in range of us. Which honestly, that's all we got right now," Ryv took another deep breath, trying to normalize his breathing while focusing. He extended his aura to the Exiled Prince, joining their minds in a force meld. "That should even out the playing field," he muttered. Before Ryv even moved to leap up to the next floor, Lucien's mind picked up the intent behind even the smallest of movements the Kiffar made.​

 

[Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt]

> OBJECTIVE : Harnaidan Get Out Alive Keep Them Busy
> THEMATIC : The Day World Went Away
> KIT : Tenebrae Armor / Streiter Vibroblade / BR-212-'Jackal' ACR / BH 'Durin' Charric Blaster Pistol / KXA AFVG-01x 'Void' Grenade / Basic Light Saber / Genesis Ranging Company /
> Focus : AMCO Belisarius Ravraa Vyshraal

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System Initializing..
System Failure…..
Power Cell Damaged…...

The screen flickered once, all diagnostics failing before the HUD dimmed a final time leaving her in the dark. Lyras eyes threatened to droop shut, pain radiated from her spine up. She didn’t feel the sharp prick of the needle hitting her vein. Laid out on her back staring out into the black abyss created by the concentrated canister. A low gurgle bubbled in the back of her throat, a testament to the hurt.

..”-you're... afraid of disappointing them? Doing something contrary to their approval?"..​

One hand scrawled across her chest plate, reaching under the right edge and flipping the emergency beacon. She was..They were just soldiers, why did they have to face down the demons of the monstrosities in orchestrate. This fear..it was dividing her upon the edge of a blade..Gun fire echoed around and something large crashed nearby. They needed to run. Appw’rii would know what to do in the end, she trusted that. Belisarius would carry the torch on. How tempting though, it would be to shut her eyes but a nauseating sensation fell over her like a shadow.

..-”Why do you allow yourself to live with such internal conflict?"..​

Move. She wretched her arm up and over instantly, throwing herself on to her knees. If they caught her..she vividly imagined the decimation of her own soldiers. No. The ground quaked directly at her side. That alone was enough to keep her going. She barely registered the impact of the colossus hitting the ground where she just lay. It may as well of been breathing down her neck.

.."You have one and only one chance to surrender, little soldier, for I abhor wastefulness - I suggest you take it before they tear you apart."..​

The Commander had never been contacted in such a way by an oppressing force, in her mind, and she grimaced. This was the force? Her face screwed visibly beneath her helmet in the wake of the invisible presence that projected itself onto her.

..”- It's a lot like hearing, you can cover your ears but you can never truly stop hearing, and your feelings are particularly loud…”​

Her Master’s words. Her sight swam and the disorienting feeling rang through her skull, it was loud, vaguely she considered the atrocities of being disemboweled. As far as she concerned the matter was imminent and she bore her teeth, anger creeping up through her veins. The stim injection coursing through her as she rocked forward throwing herself in to action blindly, thrusters spurting out jets of fire. Dodging another damning swipe of the demon and it’s hand, leaving it to grasp at smoke and air. She tucked her chin, her armor scraping and screeching as she rolled, planting a fist in the black top stopping her momentum.

..”-they will challenge it.”...​

Her worst fear, compromising her men in the field had come to fruition; something..someone had sensed her. She had predicted the risks nigh a standard year ago, when she couldn’t keep things latched down. She couldn't control it anymore. Lyra released a shaky breath, she had enough of others rifling through, exacting their will upon her. With what will she had reserved, that voice had been different and if it was not theses things whatever it was..She twisted her body, rising to her feet still operating blind. There had been a time when the A.I had been too slow, but it had always been there. A safety net, a saving grace-there was nothing but instinct left.

Lyra was in the thick of the smoke but there was movement, the sheen of armor, and the behemoth’s foot fall that quaked the cement. Lyra raised her hands, sprawling her fingers wide as the pain was replaced by adrenaline. The Commander’s knees bent and threatened to buckle, activating the thrusters once more-if only to hold her ground as the creature's fist came into contact with her open gauntlet; catching hands. The blunt force of it alone could have decimated bones but the augmented strength of the body glove and Tenebrae withstood the strike.

“If you can hear me,” she roared through the helmet at the faceless thing, spit flying from her mouth as she tightened the crush gauntlets around the being’s own hand. Grappling the behemoth-resisting “you need to get the fuck out my head and come fight me your fucking self!”

They could have struggled like that for hours, or mere seconds. Lyra was numb to time, fueled by her rage-she should be planning, next move, next move.. It was like holding up a wall against an avalanche, and she was alone in the endeavor.

..”You take that anger out-....-lose their respect and-..”​

Her armor creaked under the weight, with the stimulates plugging through her body and anger-it stalled any logical thought process. She faltered, the thing ripped its hands out of her grasp sending her stumbling forward. What? Panic settled in her gun before the thing's hand shot back out of the inky smoke, seizing her wrist.

..”-Voi’kryt don’t play his fucking game! He has twice the weight on you, you can’t out muscle him, you have to out play him!..

The solidarity of ground was stolen out from under her feet, within the thing’s steel grip. She was plucked up by a single arm, Lyra’s eyes widened and she screeched like a lothal cat, kicking and fighting it. Her free hand scrambled for the vibroknife strapped to her hip, slashing blindly; shoulder socket threatening to pop. Was it toying with her? It didn’t matter-she was lobbed back and thrown away.

Lyra’s body flew through the air, arm wretched. One minute her vision was filled with the Null’s blackening embrace the next, the ruined street below came into view. The red hue of the fire cast city lighting up her visor. She flailed, shoulder burning her body's momentum far from her control.

Lyra could sense the being advancing upon her and in a latch ditch effort, she dropped the knife in favor of activating the jetpack. The energy reserves on it were already low when she had landed, she’d have to squeeze everything she could out of it to dampen the fall. Jets hissed and the warmth kissed the back of her knees, it was a gamble that sent her spiraling off course up the street. The city blocks a blur, world turning leaving her disoriented. She swung her legs out, throwing out her arms trying to slow the inevitable crash into the desolate road below.

Contact came when something landed atop her slamming her out of the air, the jetpack peeled and metal was rendered before giving out. She plummeted back into the ground, back flaming and vision failing under the blunt trauma. From the sky to the pavement, she didn’t see what had hit her but she crumpled into the cement. There was not enough juice out there that could dull this pain, the burning. It washed over her, and every muscle cried for mercy-it had happened all so fast. Her helmet snapping against the roadside for a second time, the screen cracked and she could see the unfiltered day just outside. There was blood everywhere on the market ground. Unmoving, she blinked as her eyes adjusted, the cement roadway dusty but there wasn't..

Blood roared in her ears, coughing racked her chest and she sputtered rolling over on to her knees. The cement was painted red and she raised a shaking gauntlet; all blood. The market was devastated, civis and..

Lyra’s hand dragged up from her side scraping against the pavement, ears ringing. If she stayed here she’d die. Coughing, the simple movement was endured with gritted teeth. Pain was of the mind, pain wa-s of the mind and the body was meant to overcome.

She felt something warm on her tongue, the taste of blood was all too familiar. It was on her lips, dripping from her nose. The woman wrenched her arm up, planting a hand on the ground-meaning to crawl if that’s what it took. Raising her head. Sight doubled as she stared up at the shadow of the unholy angel spawn; leering down at her.

Her words were ripped from her tongue. She was vaguely aware as her head snapped back under his palm as the electric shock burned and every sensor began to scream and overload. It encompassed her, overwhelmed and set her body on fire with pain.-

There was..three of them? They were there at the back of her mind, circling her like a pack of wolves. Genesis had been trained rigorously under one thought process, hunt or be hunted. She had failed that too, her senses dulling as her head lulled, hitting the ground with a softer crack; trapped between reality and her own mind. It didn’t matter, but these things. If there was anything in the world powerful enough to bring them to their knees..

One hand down, the other twisting and scratched at the behemoth's foot, trying to tear his leg off. She was suffocating under his weight and the alien, her mouth gaping open like a fish but she couldn’t breath in. Kriffing hell she didn’t even know what he was but he towered over her and was content to watch her die gasping.

There was no fighting it when one of the things reached down, picking her by the back of her neck. Blaster fire hailed down from the rooftops, soldiers disregarding orders but she didn’t know that. “Back up, back up-my posti-” she cried, wailing for help. She had no comms why was she-she couldn’t even speak. The armored behemoth traded her between its hands, encasing her neck under one of it’s iron hands. The other gauntlet planted itself at the top of her helmet; squeezing.

All she could see was the Sith Lord standing over her, the malice coruscating with the lightning he used to rain down upon her. There was no mercy. The kill squad had been ordered to shoot her repeatedly, body convulsing. She flatlined once on the emergency evac out-

The electric components bent and screeched, sparking as fuses were blown. Her hands reached up, grabbing its arm-clinging on through the pain. They were supposed to have gone home after this, Lyra was supposed to go back to Bescane. That wasn’t right..she wasn’t going home, Bescane was within Sith space, controlled by their crimson hand. She had bite back time and time again, smited down by a red hand...

..”Next time you raise a hand to me, you'd do best to ensure it kills me.”..​

She was enthralled by sheer bloody panic, shaking. Fear. The Commander could barely make out her hand, trying to find purchase on anything, a weapon, somthing-her legs kicking out blindly beneath her as she suffocated. Raise..hand..The Commander couldn’t breath-she couldn’t. Disgust. Lyra gapped like a fish and the pressure grew as the helmet began to collapse in upon her skull.

Her eyes bulged behind the mask and choking upon her own blood, drowning in iron. A dying soldier’s wrath rippled beneath her skin. Ensure..kills..She had tasted the burning, tasted the lighting, the throes of war..had worshiped it in the end. She'd be another broken body lost to the war. There was no tears for apostates.

.."- your death won't be quick."..​

It was a promise. Lyra was screaming, it bubbled and gurgled from her throat as she stared in to the metal plate of the faceless thing.Blood splattered across her screen, and metal pinched slicing into her flesh. Her reflection mirrored back in the polished armor. The noise didn’t register in her ears, she was looking at her own broken body screeching for any form of defiance...for air.

She had been trapped here in the confines of her body, but whatever this was, what coiled within her..All that had haunted her, everyone else's fears. The fear of loosing Irveric because of the Force, her own fear of it..If other people were scared of that now, it was no longer her concern. Hanging in it's grasp, she stilled. The woman thrusted her hands out toward the colossus, unhinged, her rage surfaced and arced from her fingers in a concentrate of lightning. Encasing the Sith Spawn electrocuting it, returning a torment of her own.

 

[Miko Evans]

Enemies: Cara Dalgas
Allies: Madelyn Lowe Taeli Raaf ​

"Mag clamps?" He shouted, partly so that he could be heard over the howling wind and partly because of how ridiculous it sounded. "Hold up, you're crazy." The Legionnaire beside him shrugged as they made their way towards the bridge.

"I threw them in your pack, don't worry. If you fall just rip off your helmet, you'll freeze to death before you hit the ground. Won't be quick, but at least you won't spend an hour falling." That wasn't morbid at all. He cursed under his breath and cursed the day the Sith came to Junction. Why couldn't he have a cushy job somewhere in the banking fortress or something? Somewhere with temperature control would be nice.

CLANK - CLANK - CLANK

The wind howled, as it had for what felt like days, the kama of his winter uniform billowing in the wind. They could have at least given them jetpacks or repulsor shutes for if they fell, but the Sith Empire...They were all pawns for the grand Dark Lord of the Sith himself. The wind picked up and sent a shiver down his spine, or maybe, it was actually that sense that he'd had since he was little. His father had told him to keep it under wraps for as long as he could while the Sith still occupied Junction because if they found out he could touch the Force...His life would be over.

Much like it would be if the wind blew him and his unit off the underside of this bridge like a couple of fleas.

CLANK - CLANK - CLANK

His helmet comm buzzed and a Legion wide message relayed the audio.

"<: NEW ORDERS FROM BRAXANT COMMAND: 12TH DIVISION. 127TH BLACK TALONS - COMPANY C TO PLANT DETONITE CHARGES ON BRIDGE 1. COMPANY M TO PLANT CHARGES ON BRIDGE 2. ALL OTHER LEGION FORCES TO PULL BACK TO BRIDGEHEADS AT ASSIGNED MARKERS AND HOLD POSITION UNTIL BRIDGES BROUGHT DOWN. IF FAILURE, ORBITAL BOMBARDMENT AUTHORISED IN ONE HOUR. :>"

"Wait, what? Detonite?" He looked back at his squad leader who shrugged his shoulders as best he could.

"Guess we're going back?" But there it was again, that sense of danger. He looked up and in the distance, he could see them, crawling like energy spiders, easily and without fear, their faces hidden behind helmets with glowing eyes. But he wasn't the only one that saw them.

"Contact!" Shouted one of his squad as he fumbled for his blaster.

"Jacobs! You've got to-" But the warning came to late. Just as the young trooper managed to get his blaster out of its holster another gust of wind, bigger than any of the previous ones blew under the bridge. Without a firm four-point grip the Sith trooper lost his balance, twisted unnaturally and was sent screaming into the great white below, three of his mag clamps still firmly attached to the underside of the bridge. They didn't have time to mourn, they needed to get out of there. Miko watched as the soldier he'd know for all of five minutes named Jacobs fall to his death.

 

[AMCO]

Location: Someone else's penthouse, Harnaidan.
Objective: Chase NIO off my damn lawn.
Equipment: Gildenweave Boxer Briefs | [1/3] Karza'Arana
Writing With: Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt
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“If you can hear me ... you need to get the fuck out my head and come fight me your fucking self!”

Narrowing his eyes in annoyance, he nevertheless could not help but feel a sense of pity... bravery was admirable, yes, but this was stupidity. Suicidal stupidity. So be it. Reaching out as he had before, he delivered his message in a wry, almost ridiculing, tone.

"Hah, you have the audacity to violate the Imperial Peace and yet still expect a fair fight? I think not."

Rising from his couch, he strode forth to the balcony soon after delivering the message and the veritable death sentence it represented, leaning against the polished marble rails as he peering into the distance, eyes picking up flickers of movement amidst blasterfire, outside a smoke bank.

Smiling coldly as he felt the woman's life being squeezed from her body through his link, he turned to leave his perch... and then he froze, a tingling in his skin, his connection suddenly severed as deep below, lightning arced...

... and Sithspawn died, boiled alive inside their armour as the weakness he had implanted to prevent them from being used against him was exploited as if by chance alone. Gritting his teeth as the barrage leapt onto another, striking it down as well, he ordered the last remaining Warrior to retreat, but not before it too was scarred by the sudden fury the woman had unleashed.

A greater threat than he had expected, this one. The least it could do before perishing was to weaken her support structure, and so a simple message was delivered, one the novice Force User might very well pick up on. "Kill her men and leave her for the Legion."

 

[Cara Dalgas]

C a r a _ D a l g a s

| Location | Mygeeto, Under Bridges​

| Objective | Maneuver Sixty-Two Besh​

| Focus | Miko Evans ​

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The winds howled as Cara and her Dragoons pressed themselves to the underside of the bridge. The blizzard was still not easing up as they were clamped to the surface of the bridge, awaiting mobilization, as still as the bridge itself. Cara stared at the end opposite of her, hearing a steady set of sounds that were isolated from the battle on the bridge above and the howling winds. A series of clicks over the comms was sent to her squad, an encoded message that they may have company.​

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It was not long before they were in visual range of one another, the sound of a Sith Imperial soldier shouting contact. Cara uttered a single order to her Dragoons, " Take them! " letting go of the bridge, disengaging magnetic locks as her armored form plummeted into the blizzard, her suit's thrusters activating as she shot towards the enemy squad. The Dragoons under her command would follow suit as they approached the helpless Sith Imperial soldiers as one fell after losing their grip on their mag clamp. ​

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Jacobs, unfortunately, was already too far gone to do anything about, their fate sealed and their body added to the thousands of casualties incurred during the siege. There was no need to draw weapons as the Sith Imperials were essentially karked in their position, having been sent in with minimal gear for the situation. The Dragoons, on the other hand, were quite well prepared and ready to engage.​

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The Dragoons would fly at the remaining Sith Imperial soldiers as they grabbed and peeled them off their magnetic clamps, dragging them out from beneath the bridge as Miko and his squad were brought out from underneath the bridge and flown top side, grappling with them once their armored boots touched the surface. They were no match for the Dragoons, soldiers who were the chosen elite, pulled from the ranks of the Imperial Legion to form the Red Legion's Dragoon Corps, having followed Kor Vexen and becoming assimilated into the New Imperial Order's forces. ​

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The Dragoons were placed between the forward Sith forces and the Sith's end of the bridge, cutting off a retreat from the forward forces as their power armor's shield activated, holding their ground and catching any unaware Sith troopers attempting to fall back blindly off guard. Cara would have her arm wrapped around Miko's neck, her free arm tucked underneath one of the trooper's arms with a blaster pistol, blasting at any hostile Sith trooper that had been fighting on the bridge as her vocoded voice was heard, " You've got two options here; I shoot you here and now and you become another name on a wall fighting for some nerf herder who doesn't care about you, or you surrender and we take you prisoner...Assuming we all get out of this alive. " A blaster shot would deflect off her shield, mere inches away from Miko's face who was just barely under the protective bubble provided by her armor.​

 

[Thaelius]

Location: Mygeto System
Objective: Battle of the Bloody Aurora
Tags: Marlon Sularen , Telis Taharin-Zambrano , Malicar , Tyrell Paxxus
Enemies: NIO Fleeters
Allies: TSE Fleeters

"All ships prepare for final micro-jump. Iron Defender change jump coordinates. Lend a hand to Lord Taharin. Destoyed the Epitaph II at all costs minus suicide." He scoffed at the last remark. Apparently, before Thaelius had arrived the forces under the Sith Lord had made a tactical maneuver that unnecessarily cost a!life of a brave soilder.

"Recalculate the trajectory of the enemy fleet and prepare to fire all Proton Beam Cannons and Hypervelocity Cannons. Tell pur fighters to begin a defensive posture. All frigates and cruisers are to prepare to screen thier Destoyer's from the fighter attack. Bridge, divert auxiliary power to the forward shields and cancel prior direct engagement order"

All around him, holo-images flickered into existence. Most of them contained information about the battle, the trajectory of the enemy forces, how many fighters had been deployed, things like that but the others contained cultural information. Thaelius was certain that the enemy he currently faced was of Corellian decescent.

"All ships break formation. Cruisers provide suppression fire as our all other ships begin making thier final micro-jumps. Wing Commanders, Destoyer Wing Star Talon change coordinates and head for the Battlecruiser identified as Predator. I want 6 Destoyer Wings to target the Predators accompanying ships and all other to destoy the Predator itself"

Spoiler: Fleet

Flagship: Black Sword
Secondary HMIS Iron Defender 0/100
Secondary Communication Ship: HMIS Titan 0/100

Destoyers:

HMIS Chronicle {Wing Flagship} 0/100
HMIS Wretched 0/100
HMIS Warrior 0/100
HMIS Glory 0/100
HMIS Conquer {Wing Flagship} 0/100
HMIS Imperator 0/100
HMIS Bloody Vengence {Wing Flagship} 0/100
HMIS Liberty's Lie 0/100
HMIS Stronger Together 0/100
HMIS Star Talon 0/100

Heavy Cruisers / Cruisers :

10x Harrower Class Cruisers
10x Audax Class Cruisers

Frigates:

20x Velox Class Fast Frigates

Fighter Squadrons
40 Tie/LN Squadrons
40 Tie/IT Intidictor Bomber Squardon

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

Final Micro-Jump in Progress
Bloody Vengeance, Liberty's Lie, Stronger Together and Imperator along with 4 Harrower Class Cruisers, 4 Audax Class Cruisers and Eight Velox Class Fast Frigate's are targeting the Destoyer's and Carriers of Wraith Squadron
Iron Defender has completed Micro Jump and is preparing to engage the Epitah II
All other ships targeting the Predetor II

 

[Darth Bellum]

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K o r _ V e x e n

| Location | Mygeeto, Secondary Bridge Network [Bridge B]​

| Objective | Take the Bridge​

| Focus | Jyon Hlervu / Amur / Darth Kados / Hunter Blackburn / Grrwunhoooll Agaburry / Anyone else on Bridge B​

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The battle seemed to be making some headway, the inevitable crash of opposing forces colliding with one another at close ranges due to poor visibility like the crashing tides of the ocean against itself. In the chaos, there was an iron resolve and determination wielded by the Anzati Sith as he led the forces on the secondary bridge network. With one arm extended out to the enemy, he'd pull unsuspecting Sith Imperial Troopers towards him, lightsaber in his opposite hand deftly cleaving limbs and slashing weapons in simple and accurate strokes. Those that were bold enough to stand fast in his presence earned some respect and mercy from the general, but only those that showed true potential would be spared under his relentless assault.​

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The enemy's forces seemed to be dwindling, but Vexen knew better than to believe that their numbers were sufficiently cut down for that to be true. An order for retreat must have been called, meaning one of several things; They had discovered their attempt to blow the bridges and are retreating to conserve their numbers or they were planning something similar. The Anzati had lived and experienced enough battles in his centuries old lifetime to know when something was off. Regardless of the situation, the Anzati would meet them head-on. What the enemy was unaware of was that the push being led by Vexen was not a full-force assault, a majority of the reinforcements holding on their end of the bridges, waiting for the signal from the general to advance. The Anzati only required a small number of competent troops to accomplish his goals with as few casualties as possible for the true siege once they arrived at the vaults. His hand lifted up once more as a fleeing Sith Imperial Trooper was plucked off the ground, flying into the man's outstretched hand before the crushing forces of his gauntlet snapped the soldier's neck and tossed it off to the side. Even with his size, he was making swift progress across the bridge, hot on their retreating heels.​

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The Sith turned to the Galactic Marines that he had arrived in time to aid, watching Kezeroth take a grenade to protect his squad before being subsequently blown to bits. His gaze shifted to Magnus before speaking, " If you have the strength to stand and fight then press forward and support Commander Rive or your comrades deaths will be for nothing. Return to the mesa if you are unable to advance and have them send forward the next company. "​

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Nexu Company had already been mobilized earlier, several squads of troopers ferrying in shield projectors on repulsorlifts to create an energy bridge over whatever collapsed section of the bridges were created; either by the New Imperial Order or the Sith Empire. They would use their forward momentum to press the advantage as the Sith were pulling back, giving them more ground to gain while also taking full control of the bridges once they were blown; they would be able to reinforce their forward positions while the energy bridges were active while being able to completely halt a counter-attack by disabling them.​

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Vexen continued his push forward, soon finding himself standing barely in visible range of Jyon Hlervu , their ignited sabers giving their locations away to one another as Vexen seemed to size the woman standing before him up, his vocoded voice speaking with a cold indifference, " Captain Hlervu... Come to die fighting for an Empire that does not appreciate or respect your skills and abilities? Or do you too believe the drivel that the Emperor spouts from his inept mouth? " His sentence was followed with his advance, flourishing his violet blade as he came swinging from his left with his right hand.​

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The Gen'dai commander Rive had engaged the forward forces of the Sith Empire on bridge B as his attention was drawn to a Sith Knight with lightsaber ignited after they had managed to dodge a swing from him. His presence gave off an insatiable bloodlust, one that could rival even the most bloodthirsty of Sith Lords as they looked down at Amur. Rive let out a hollow chuckle that would have sent shivers down the spine of nearby troops as he spoke, " You...I like you...That fire I sense pounding in your chest... I want it! " The Gen'dai accepted Amur's invitation as he swung at her with his massive vibrosword, shifting his muscle cords as his arms extended, giving him the extra range to swing from as he barreled towards the Sith Knight.​

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Spoiler: Writer's Note

Due to lack of contact from Obinmiux after several attempts to contact them OOC, I will be progressing without them until further notice. If you'd like to take Obinmiux's place and try your hand at fighting myself, I am available on Discord to set up the encounter - ┘Soundwave┌#4467

 

[Hunter Blackburn]

Location: Uppermost Portion | Bridge B | Pushing towards Sith barricades
Allies: Darth Bellum | Grrwunhoooll Agaburry | Imperial Warlord Zovesa
Enemies: Darth Kados | Amur | Jyon Hlervu

Spoiler: Equipment

Infantry Armor
Disruptor Carbine
Thyrisian Battle Oil
Blue Mojo Necklace
Hybrid Pistol
Vibrosword
Disruption device
Void Grenades
The Albatross (Picked up from Kezeroth's body)

As the gunship plowed into the Corvette, an explosion ringing out, wreckage falling. Adrial watched, he hoped that his allies sacrifice hadn’t been in vain. That perhaps he’d found a way to hop out. Smoke obscured the marine’s vision. He stood a few longing moments, praying to the gods of Thyrsus that Firefly had survived. As the smoke cleared, the corvette still stood, nearly unaffected.

Heart sinking Adrial felt his knees nearly buckle. It had been pointless. Looking once more to the bridge he saw his Commanding officer, Kezeroth fighting, no protecting his own soldiers. He didn’t care for his own being, the gen’dai was giving his all for the men under his command. Despite his armor being torn to shreds, despite the chunks of scorched flesh, the alien fought on. In a final act the Gen’dai even stomped on two grenades his entire form detonating in a burst of viscous liquid and goop that splattered the nearby soldiers. Some even painting the right side of Adrial’s helmet.

So lost the soldier almost didn’t feel or notice the rod of metal that had been blown free from his commander. That spiraled through the air and slammed into his chest before clanking to the ground. The wind nearly knocked out of him the soldier bowled over, looking down at it. A piece of rebar? From within his commander?

Lost in thought, staring at the material the Thyrisian found his attention drawn to the voice of General Vexen who had made his way forward. “If you have the strength to stand and fight then press forward and support Commander Rive or your comrades deaths will be for nothing. Return to the mesa if you are unable to advance and have them send forward the next company.”

The words came through the vocoder cold, harsh, uncaring. The words cut deeper than any knife could. Adrial’s conviction called out, his mettle tested by one who held seniority. Yet despite that the general spoke truth. Inside the helmet Adrial did not fight against the tears, he let them out. He let them out and with them a rage, a seething conviction. To see victory on this day. Seizing the piece of rebar in his hand, the only piece of his commander that remained Adrial looked to the other marines around him. They may have lost their commander but they would not lose the war.

Switching to the coms of his entire platoon, or what had survived Adrial stood straighter, his head facing the trial sat before them. “When we face the tides of darkness, we strengthen each other. When the spectre of death comes for us, we shan’t flee. When even the stars seem to burn out… WE RISE!”

With that what remained of the galactic marines surged forward, disruptor and blaster bolts singing through the air. The shields in their armor at the ready, deflecting away bolts from the opposing side. Their march became the knew drumbeat to take over the bridge, as they charged forward to push past Commander Rive.

At the lead of the marines Adrial charged at the front, the shield on his left arm activated, the piece of rebar held high to the sky. The Thyrisian’s warcry amplified by the helmet as he met one Sith face to face. The being raising their hand, from it a wave of invisible energy reached out to slam into Adrial, only to disperse before meeting him. The Sith knights eyes widened in shock, before swiftly shifting to horror. A look that would be frozen on their face as the piece of rebar came down. The weapon slammed directly into their temple with such force that it turned to mush, fragments of skull flew free, crimson ichor splashed across the bridge leaving nothing but the lower half of the knight’s face.

Bowling past the body without remorse, Adrial continued on towards the Sith barricades.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective I: Hold the Bridge until the proper moment, defeat Zovesa
Location: Bridge One
Allies: Aerarii Tithe Madelyn Lowe Sila Darth Ophidia Darth Argentum Obinmiux R'avfa Jyon Hlervu Lirka Ka Miko Evans Amur Lark Darth Kados
Enemies: Imperial Warlord Zovesa (directly engaging) Vaulkhar (soon) Darth Bellum Darth Kentarch Avernus Gat Tambor Kyrel Ren Ignatius Cara Dalgas Tarrik Kestis Jekadius Lawson Hunter Blackburn


Equipment: Weapons in Signature, stylized Medhir Armor
Forces: 173rd "Black Talons" Legion, equipped with AI-331m's, Shields, and Alpine Armor, commanded by Strategos Ranulph Tarkin

Behind their visor, amethyst eyes observed the Chiss before her, the bodies around her of the vanguard she had killed. Armor damaged. Blood stains, too much from her victims. Wounded then. Force presence... conflicted. Light and darkness warred for her soul, her mind, her body. Exploitable. Wind howled, lightsabers hummed...

A message appeared on her HUD:

"<: NEW ORDERS FROM BRAXANT COMMAND: 12TH DIVISION. 173RD BLACK TALONS - COMPANY C TO PLANT DETONITE CHARGES ON BRIDGE 1. COMPANY M TO PLANT CHARGES ON BRIDGE 2. ALL OTHER LEGION FORCES TO PULL BACK TO BRIDGEHEADS AT ASSIGNED MARKERS AND HOLD POSITION UNTIL BRIDGES BROUGHT DOWN. IF FAILURE, ORBITAL BOMBARDMENT AUTHORISED IN ONE HOUR. :>"

Followed by a more personal message from the Grand Moff:

<: "Lady Arcanix, a Legion force is required to bring down the bridges and halt the assault on the IGBC facility. All others are to retreat to the bridgeheads and hold the line against NIO forces until both bridges are down. The continued operation of GABXT command cannot be disrupted." :>

Tarkin, from his position at the Sith-controlled egress to the bridge would know what to do. Hold his ground, keep pounding away with long range fire and artillery. Prefect Ferelai would also know what to do. The 4,000 some soldiers with her formed a shield wall and defensive positions, blasters primed and energy lancing down the bridge towards the enemy engaging the rest of the vanguard and scouts. They understood... and bolts raced around but never near the Dark Councilor or the Marshal.

To the Grand Moff, a simple message would appear:

Acknowledged, Second Division will provide fighting retreat for prep time. Inform when ready.

With that last bit done, her full attention turned to the Chiss as she centered herself with a Force Form. Mitigating damage, suppressing pain. Strengthening limbs. In parallel, darkness came to her command, heeding her order. Behind their visor, amethyst became amber. Lightsaber rose and flickered down in a traditional Makashi salute. No words would be spoken. That would be meaningless in the winds, ice, snow, death, explosions, blasters, screams around them.

Time slowed...

Her opponent launched themselves forward, blade poised, the howling winds sliding off her as she rushed the Dark Councilor in a slipstream. Physically oriented. Force use to enhance body second nature, possible training foundation Sith mixed with traditional Imperial Knights... interesting. Education in esoteric uses of Force, possibly lacking. Hypothesis to be tested.

She pivoted, lightsaber coming up to deflect the initial thrust away as Taeli circled around, still facing her opponent.

"Tnitsiai Asminys," came her spell. From the snow and crystal around them, three slim shards would form and launch themselves at the Chiss from different directions as Taeli moved her own crimson saber to attack the Marshal's inner right forearm, probing at her skill with the blade and defenses.

 

[Tarrik Kestis]

Location: Bridge One, No Man's Land, Gunship crash site
Objective: Survive and wait for rescue.
Allies: NIO, Ignatius Imperial Warlord Zovesa Cai-Lan Raeth Cameron Farwell Darth Morrow Jekadius Lawson Vaylin Obinmiux R'avfa Amur Darth Kados Jyon Hlervu



As the raging cyclone battered down on No Man's Land. Tarrik waited there in the wreckage of the downed gunship. The sight was rather troublesome to be seen, even as the brunt of the cyclone hit blanketing the bridges in even bridge-like conditions. Sitting within the downed transport, bodies were strewn about. Some still breathing soon becoming lost with breath as the freezing conditions quickly, yet painfully took their lives. Even now the man had questioned if this siege would be worth it but with so many lives lost. He cannot think like that, he should not think like that. When all seemed so hopeless and bleak he dare not question such things. He was chosen as the first among Inquisitors, he was chosen out of anyone for a purpose that was beyond him. Not to mention that if it wasn't for the Order he would be dead. He owed his very life to it, even if he himself should die as well.

He sat there freezing, finding himself given thanks that his armor was able to keep his body insulated and kept at an operational temperature. Already being one of the new arrivals he felt an unease in the air. Men constantly dying on both sides, sensing the frustration, the bitterness, and the fury that fueled both sides for months. What had once been a blazing fury of rage had been all but a small ember of exhaustion. Sitting there huddled behind damaged and twisted durasteel. Surrounded by men that literally froze to death due to even worsening conditions the storm brought. If one clear day on Mygeeto was bad enough. Cyclones were absolute death sentences, even such things chilled him to the bone imagining being one of the dead men on the ground. Not even that they would be found anywhere covered inch by inch of the storm itself.

Pondering on to keep moving or staying put, he measured his options carefully. These were the facts so far. He was one man alone very close to the enemy, and far from the nearest trench of where allies could be at. He could, one, go back and try to link up with allied forces and yet risk either being shot by a Sith Sniper, losing his footing and fall off the bridge to Force knows where, or even worse freeze to death if he tries to go through the Storm. It was a damned if you do, damned if you don't. The best thing he could hope for now was that Second Brother managed to get his transmission.

He sighed gently to himself, waiting as the howling winds and heavy blankets of snow grew worse. About ready to move on exhaustingly in which direction would take him anywhere rather than be a sitting duck in no man's land. That was until his comlink chirped flashing green. Hearing one voice speak, barely making it out through the rage of the storm constantly lashing at his position with all of its might.

"Stay put Brother. Moving in this storm will end up with you on the wrong side. I will come to you."

It seems like his choice was made already. It had seemed help was coming after all, as it was now a fact that even he could not make it through this conundrum alone. Doing so would end in his death. Regardless a silent smirk came to the First Brother's lips. Even though the painful apparatus gripped to his face. He found joy in his fellow Inquisitor coming to rescue him. Perhaps it was due to him being an asset to the New Order and the Inquisitorius itself. Nonetheless, he appreciated the help even feeling some gratitude for the older Dark Jedi.

He tried to speak the intensity of the storm increasing. Even communicating was making it difficult hardly having the ability to speak. Instead he only patiently waited as that was all that he could do. Before yet hearing the same voice of Second Brother speak. Only saying this time now.


"Headed your way. Stay hidden, stay with the ship. Only attack if you are spotted. ETA in Five."

The man would truly gain Tarrik's respect if he had the guts to brave this storm. Not to mention going back for him. If he could get past the Sith he would be forever indebted to the man. For now he simply had no choice but to do as he said. It would be suicide or nothing less short of stupidity to try anything else. Giving a sigh of both frustration, and yet boredom that he could not see combat just yet. Perhaps it was for the best that he should be with Second Brother, or else he would have to handle such things alone. Strength in numbers was sometimes the best way to handle things. Reaching out with the Force, sensing the conflict that had gripped the warpath towards the towers. He felt uneasy as if something was coming, yet what he did not know. All he could do was sit back and wait for rescue before proceeding with his next move carefully in aiding the siege.

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[Ellie Mors]

WHORE

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Location: Muunilist | Harnaidan City
Objective: Defend Muunilist, Punish Opposition
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: New Imperial Order | Maynard Treicolt & Loske Treicolt
Equipment: Saberstaff

Double-speak and twisted meanings; even when she'd wormed her way into the Jedi Order of the late Galactic Republic and planted the seed of corruption in their grandmaster's heart there was always a reason, a warning, behind each and every jeer and gibe - even every tender moment hid an admission of deceit when she'd burrowed her way into that Corellian Jedi's trust. Like a cancer she'd lie and cheat her way to victory, to dominance, even when there wasn't a contest to be had. She didn't need to play with their feelings to grind them into the dirt, she didn't need to taunt them and push at every button that sent them into action; but she did enjoy it so.

Perhaps it was that they were oblivious as to what they were dealing with, exactly, that this wasn't a situation where sheer numbers made a difference - that this wasn't the first time she'd faced off against two Jedi and emerged not only victorious but harmed by her own volition. The cord that flung through the air was little more than a pest, a tool, and it was inconceivably inferior to the force - and perhaps that is where the thought process would have stopped for a Jedi of their generation if the tables had been turned, maybe Corvus Raaf would have erected a barrier, maybe the always-returning-never-staying Cedric Grayson would have turned telekinesis towards its length, and perhaps Aela Talith would have pulled the air into motion through the will of the force as Braith Achlys might have through sheer manipulation of the environments and the elements beyond. It wasn't a sign of inferiority to take the path of least resistance, the one which required the least risk to escape from a given scenario - it was just the boring one.

Alekto - the Lady of Castigation, deliverer of punishment to the traitors to the Empire, the goddess Yun-Ne'Shal to her Yuuzhan Vong followers, the eternal destroyer Belagoth to the Primeval - did not bother to dignify the safe measure, the simple measure, she dislocated her shoulder as she swept the lightsaber she held with her right hand while she leaned forwards, head bowed down and surrounded by tendrils that seemed aware of the decision she'd taken, while Maynard moved to cut her down from her front. The pain was there, the sudden scream of pain equally present as the burning light cut through the place where her wings connected to the flesh of her back, with the subsequent jet of steam from the flash-burned blood that had been on transit from her body to wings and back, but it did not restrain the Sith lord from parrying the man's blade with her own using her left hand, nor did it stop her from unwinding her wounded right arm from behind her back to throw an incredible amount of telekinetic force towards the approaching woman in order to deter her advance.

Head rising up, her bloodshot gaze taking in the two Jedi with something close to lust was surrounded by tendrils that flailed with mock desire, with a smile that had upturned the frown her pain had etched in was as deranged and unexpected as the maneuver she'd taken to play the two back. "In simpler words, Jedi, do not expect to kill me just because I fell upon your blade before - I was Braith Achlys, I am Darth Alekto, and I will be the victor." The monstrous woman managed to say, sliding her right heel forwards with what would have been telekinetic force were she still under the guise of the dream she had been before her death, instead one which pulled at the electrical current that ran through the holographic table at their rear - power, raw power, which was ripped from its source and sent surging like a web of lightning to the backs of the two Jedi. Certainly nothing that would last longer than a few moments, a stunning blow perhaps at most, but a demonstration nonetheless.

"Be careful not to choke on your aspirations, Jedi."

 

[Jyon Hlervu]

Location: SIBC-VT, (Bridge Two), Southern Mesas, Mygeeto
Allies: Darth Kados Amur, Obinmiux R'avfa , Anyone else on Bridge Two | TSE Forces
Enemies: Darth Bellum Hunter Blackburn , Anyone else on Bridge Two | NIO Forces
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The Sith Lord had recognised her after all. That confirmed that suspicion at least. He did not seem surprised in the least that she had a lightsaber in her hand instead of a blaster rifle, but seemed to address her as he used to, with her military title of Captain in his words. He questioned her mockingly about her treatment within the Sith Empire and her dedication towards, impling that she deserved far more for her years of loyal and decorated service. He moved on to belittle the Emperor's words, calling it nothing more than drivel. Such outrageous words.

All Jyon had time to respond with was “Lord Vexen-” when the Sith Lord general followed up quickly with an attack, his violet blade closing in rapidly from his life as he advanced. Bringing up her crimson blade to quickly counter the strike, she took this as an opportune time to reply, with the sudden attack sufficiently parried.

”What makes you think that the Sith Empire treats me undeservingly? I am now a Sith Knight, no longer the Legionnaire Captain that once served under you. I am on the path for greatness.” Stepping back to create some distance, she spun her saberstaff as she closed in for the attack, swinging the top end of the crimson blade aiming towards the Sith Lord’s upper torso. If he should parry the attack, she would twist the staff, swinging the lower blade towards his lower abdominal region. “You will not mock the sanctity of the Emperor and the words uttered in his name. Do and suffer the consequences of being involved in such a blasphemous act.”

The Sith Knights' words were uttered with total and absolute conviction, raised from young to be fully indoctrinated in the many ways of the Sith Empire’s Propaganda department. She believed that her faith was ironclad, but it would be shaken in more ways than one by the end of this battle for her survival.

 

[Lucien Dooku]

BATTLECRY
DRIP | SPEEDER | LIGHTSABER | KAL'ORITSIR

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Luc gritted his teeth together as he drove his weapon down upon the trio of crimson sabers that were brought forth to block their own. "Sith were never known for their aesthetic." He commented back to Ryv, shifting his arms backwards in harmony with his legs trailing backwards against the floor, breaking his side of the stalemate once he picked up on the subtle shift in energy that was emanating from within the Sith Lord. Ryv had picked up on the change as well, calling out to Luc to get behind him a moment before he pivoted on his hind-foot, fluidly tracing his soles across the ground and ending up on one knee behind the shield-wielding Jedi. His weapon deactivated with the press of a button, a forearm pressing firmly into Ryv's back as a burst of lightning emerged from Venari's fingers and drenched the pair in tendrils of blue streaks that danced all across their shielded outline.

Their defense held firm against the Sith Lord's seemingly unending wave of lightning, but complications began to arise once another one of the man's companions arrived to shake up the defense being put up by the combined efforts of the two Jedi. "Shit! Luc, you're up!" Ryv called out, whipping around the kneeling Jedi with his shield raised once more to block the incoming beam of energy coming from he Mandalorian's weapon. Rising to a full stand a moment later, he imbued his free hand with the force as he propelled a half-clenched palm forwards to meet the incoming lightning where the shield had left off. The stream of lightning converged with his hand, the force flowing within his appendage dampening the impact of the dark-sider's technique on his flesh but visibly causing the rogue Jedi to wince from the jolt of pain being sent up his arm as a result.

He held firm in place as he concentrated all of his attention on deterring the lightning, even going so far as to imbue his opposite hand -- which held his lightsaber -- with the force as well, shifting it in line with his other in order to solidify his defense, and hopefully break through it in the end. It was a what-if that would not come to play for now, as the defense being put up by Ryv at his back proved only enough to halt the high-powered laser coming their way for a short amount of time. Paired with a burst of small-arms fire coming from the third enemy, Ryv was overwhelmed by the set of mercenaries and was forced backwards from the momentum of their weapons, colliding with Lucien before being sent flying over the top of the Sith Lord's head and flying out of an open window. The Jedi were jetting violently across the air as a result of primarily the Mandalorian's weapon, and Ryv had unfortunately took the brunt of the collateral damage, crashing through a pane of transparisteel with Luc coming coming up shortly behind him.

He careened across the ground a short distance before coming to a halt, palms pressed against the ground to slow himself down enough to push himself back up to a knee. Blood trickled from several cuts across his face, most likely the result of small slivers of glass that he could feel pricking out of his flesh. Luc shot a glance back towards Ryv as he raised from his knee and back to his feet, a hand extending towards his left as the black-hilt of his lightsaber gravitated from the floor and entered his grip. Ryv suggested a plan of action as Luc took the brief lull to roll his neck, giving his comrade a nod in agreement before speaking up to reply. "Let's hope spear-boy can hold his own for a bit. I've got faith in him, for the most part." Dorian was just as unfamiliar as Ryv had been at the start of the invasion, and while he'd come to appreciate the strength of the majority of his allies within the Order, the massive Mandalorian proved an imposing sight, even for one as confident in his own abilities as Luc. Granted, Luc would've still took the man on with no questions asked, he just wasn't sure how resolved their third companion would be in the coming bout between them.

The conversation was brought to a close as the two began another long dash through the building, but this time he was able to enhance his gait with the use of the force unlike previously before. Following closely behind Ryv, Luc made sure to occasionally give the Jedi a tap on the pauldron to let him know that he was still there; a habit he picked up from his time fighting alongside his troopers in Crest Section in the battles that had come before. Eventually coming to a stop in a room that Ryv deemed tactically advantageous to their fight, Luc shifted his gaze across the structure himself to acquaint his bearings with the sight of their next bout with the Sith Lord and his goons. This time they weren't in a position where they were simply walking into their ambush; the playing field would indeed be evened as Ryv stated, and Luc himself was no longer in a position where he needed to be so heavily focused on the defensive now that the stage was set for a mostly even fight.

Eyelids shut closed as he relaxed his shoulders, focusing inwards within his mind and clearing his thoughts of any of the previous hindrances that were clouding his thoughts from previously before. Crest Section, Tempest, Serenno; everything that provided a weight onto his thoughts was sealed into the back of his mind and replaced with the smoldering fire that burned deep within the core of his body. For the first time in a while the impassive look sitting across his face was erased and replaced with his familiar smirk. Ryv melded their minds together just as he opened his eyes, and with it came the true nature of Lucien whenever the exiled Prince truly desired to let the flood-gates of his persona run freely outside his mind. His desire for battle- to survive, and to fight with everything he could muster rose to the surface. The lightsaber beamed to life once more as he shifted his stance and reversed his facing.

Coming to a bend, he leaped ahead of Ryv in a fluid blur of movement, dropping onto the floor gracefully with his weapon extended off to his side. He turned his head slightly towards Ryv once the Jedi landed besides him, his lips still curled into that devious smirk where it now remained planted. "Let's show this fuckin' Sith and his little pets that we're not going to be trifled with so easily, brother."

Spoiler: tags

Ryv Trajan Kurze Commander Larkin Dorian Sicarrio Lord Venari Leon Amun Vallaro Kindall

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

Location: SIBC Vault Tower, Southern Mesa, Mygeeto
Objective: Battle in the Frost Cyclone
Kit: Skystas Rieve iv Tave Daboti Dvasi | SI-HB-2 Power Mace w/ AvXRD Melee Weapon Assist | SIF-57 Personal Sidearm | Sith-Imperial Military Uniform
Allies: Madelyn Lowe | Darth Argentum | Obinmiux R'avfa | TSE
Enemies: Gat Tambor | Avernus | NIO
Post: IV

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Grand Moff Lowe agreed with Aerarii’s plan and made the necessary arrangements to have Legion forces lace the bridges with explosive detonite. When he had suggested the plan in the heat of the moment Tithe had not beenconcerned with collateral damage. However, he concurred that killing such high ranking individuals as Dark Councillor Taeli Raaf and Moff Lirka Ka would greatly displease the Emperor even if it won the battle.

Field units began reporting in that they were actioning the orders as the holographical displays updated to show their tactical withdrawal.

A feral grin formed on Tithe’s tired face. The New Imperials, so intent on ruining his dreams of power and prestige, would soon be brought to their knees. How dare they try to stand between him and his destiny? Yes, some Sith-Imperial Legionnaires may have to give their lives, but in the end the Moff would prevail. His future again looked bright.

With one concern under control, the bureaucrat turned his attention to another. “Interesting. We’ve got a crash alarm sounding in one of the turbolifts,” he reported to Madelyn Lowe as he examined the terminal before him. A turbolift car was reporting an impact with another liftcar, though the system could not locate any other lifecar that had been damaged. It was as if liftcar had crashed into something else.

Worst of all, the damaged liftcar was not in the area of the complex which Darth Argentum was investigating. Someone else was going to need to check it out. While the last thing was wanted to do was leave the safety of the command centre, Tithe also knew there was no one else he could trust with this. It would only take a moment.

“I, ahhh, I’ll attend to this untimely hindrance.”

Victory and the accompanying esteem which would accompany it would soon be within his grasp. A quick investigation and he would be back to the safety of the command centre. What was the worst that could happen?

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Much love to Republic Engineering for the banner.​

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Tithe swept down the subterranean corridors toward the damaged turbolift. A squad of 10 black armour Legionnaires followed close behind him with their weapons at the low and ready. He led from the front, striding swiftly with determination. Whatever this minor inconvenience was, it needed to be dealt with quickly so he could return to the protection afforded by the command centre.

The Moff, so filled with anger and determination, skidded to a sudden holt as he rounded the last corner. An armoured behemoth stood before the damaged turbolift, weapons bristling from every possible attachment point. The intruder turned toward Aerarii and his accompaniment.

Tithe’s eyes widened in shock. He staggered backward in fear, the Legionnaires behind him stepping aside as he retreated. The bureaucrat had been expecting a small infiltration droid, or at worst a small enemy scouting team. The hulking figure before him looked all too capable of blasting Aerarii and his escorts without breaking a sweat.

“Op-op-op… OPEN FIRE!”

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Mygeeto
About to engage: Kyrel Ren
Sila Taeli Raaf Vaylin Obinmiux R'avfa Madelyn Lowe

Spoiler

Armour / Sabres / Wrist / Tsaisibola / Vibroknife / Satwasin

Orders coming down; her troop’s listener heard it on the coms, but Ophidia could feel it in the air. It was like a shift in the air, when the wind turns and tension rises. The orders hit her ear as the listener forwarded the messages most applicable to their position: Bridges were going to blow, by bombardment if necessary.

She let go with one hand and swung herself out for a moment to get a better glance at their surroundings. The wind tugged, threatening to pull her off, but her fingers curled hard against the steel. They ached from the cold and from the exertion, but she would not allow it to show.

With the free hand she pointed up to the joint of two beams at the top of the bridge.

“Du nu.” She shifted, then pointed to the second placement, a joint at the bottom. “Ria ní.”

Some in the Satwasin had been recruited from the One Sith, though they were a dying breed. Many who were trained since were mirialan, recruits who saw the Sith Empire as their protector against the chaos of the galaxy. As soldiers were needed to fight soldiers, so was darkness needed to fight darkness. So they served the Sith who had sworn to protect them.

Two unclipped themselves from the group’s lifeline and attached a longer cable to the bridge itself. The others helped one climb up and the other down, under the bridge. It was a dangerous climb, but the charges had to be put in the correct place if it was to fall.

“Follow, quickly.”

Ophidia swung herself back, pulling herself close to the base of the bridge and moving steadily closer to the other side. They had to continue moving, had to stay out of sight. The enemy was coming closer, ever closer, and they had to pick the right time to strike. So she pulled herself up the crystalline ridge, set her feet on solid ground at last. Putting her back against ruin, worn down from the siege, she pulled on the cable to help the others up.

One by one they followed, moving along the cover and scouting ahead as they detached themselves from the cable.

She looked to the two still on the bridge, barely seeing their muted colours and the subtle movements as they affixed the explosives. Ophidia would not have been able to see them if she had not known where to look. One climbed up from underneath, seemingly ready. The one on top still working.

Then, a flash followed by sparks.

The saboteur toppled back, then off the side of the bridge, disappearing into the foggy chasm beneath. A sharpshooter somewhere had spotted him. The other clung close to the bridge sitting perfectly still, careful. Slowly she crept underneath the bridge and followed along the bottom rail where she had placed the explosives.

Ophidia used the optics suite of her helmet to look for the sharpshooter, but the winds and the snow made it difficult to spot someone lest they were caught opening fire. Though, in her search, she did sense something else.

Something was coming closer; something powerful, pushing through the howling winds with an army at its heels.

“Positions.” She gestured to the husks of buildings near, providing ample cover for those who knew to hide and strike from the shadows. “Watch out for the sharpshooter.”

 

[Kaleo Malistern]

MYGEETO
Joycelyn Zambrano

TRACK I

It was typical for corporal Kaleo Malistern to get screwed.

The Imperials are invading Muunilinst. Money world. Banking Planet. Literally the richest place in the Galaxy, but was Malistern allowed to go on an assignment there with the rest of the squad? No, of course not. Instead Malistern was shipped off to Mygeeto. Sure, crystals everywhere, but how many crystals could you loot before you accidentally cut yourself?

Exactly.

They had been skirmishing against Imperials for some time now.

Somehow he got separated from his group. As per usual. He was just about to use his little pick-axe to piece off a small portion of a valuable mineral, when overhead an explosion happened. The minerals crunched as Malistern dropped down and flattened himself as much as possible. Pieces of shrapnel and glass were storming through the air. Some of it racing into him, causing shallow ruptures against his plating. If he had been standing still? Kaleo Malistern would have been Cheesio Malistern by now.

"Ah chit." He growled, pressing a sealant patch against a particularly deep gash that was causing air to escape the confines of his suit. "Luckily nobody noticed that explosion yet, if I just run fast then-"

The internal commlink came to life as if summoned.

<< Corporal Malistern, we have detected a high-priority crash near your location. Check out the site and report back, if you need more reinforcements. >>

...just his luck.

"Feth me." Rifle at a ready he started his approach towards the burning wreckage. It didn't seem to be as dead as it looked however. Not when someone pierced through it. Wounded? Possibly. "Halt, identify yourself!" If only Kaleo knew he was currently talking to the Princess of Dromund Kaas. Maybe he'd talk less and shoot more, while she was in a fragile position.

Oh, well.

 

[Vaylin]

Objective: Hunt the Enemy, Kill the Enemy
Location: Southern Mesas, Bridge One, No Man's Land
Allies: TSE | Taeli Raaf | Obinmiux R'avfa | Aerarii Tithe | Madelyn Lowe | Darth Argentum | Sila | Amur | Lirka Ka | Darth Ophidia | Lark | Darth Kados | Jyon Hlervu (Elsewhere)
Enemies: NIO | Tarrik Kestis (Directly) | Ignatius (On Approach) | Kyrel Ren | Darth Bellum | Imperial Warlord Zovesa | Vaulkhar | Darth Kentarch | Jekadius Lawson (Elsewhere)

Equipment: Single-bladed Sith Lightsaber + Single-bladed Shoto | Armour | Oculus | Firestarter
Troops: x7 Kraujas Arana | Assortment of Valkyrie NPCs (No direct input, background fluff) - Battle Sisters, Shield Maidens, Banshees & Valkyries

"Valkyrie Leader, this is Command. We've picked up several ships crashing on Bridge One designation 'No Man's Land'. Direct your troops there, kill any enemies that still remain, and rescue any of our men."

"Understood." It made sense, even if Vaylin was eager to fight on the frontlines. Their force was not made for an outright direct assault, and would only be more fighters to help bolster the lines. Which while there was nothing wrong with that, it would've been a waste of their talents, they're home field advantage. So of course, they'd be sent into No Man's Land, where the storm was it's potential worst. That changed things, and Vaylin knew she'd have to alter her original plans.

The Zabrak tugged on her mount's reins to turn it around to face her forces. All were still hovering just within the outskirts of the lesser storm. Each and everyone waiting for their orders to descend upon the battlefield.

"Sisters, it looks like we'll be riding into the eye of the storm itself. I want the Blood Angels with me, everyone else is to spread out. If you find any enemy, kill them. If you find an ally, save them. But do not dwell forever in the storm." It took a certain type of person to endure Mygeeto's frigid weather at its might, even then it wasn't something you could just charge against. Every Noviciate went through the survival training, right up until the final test as a Shield Maiden to determine what they would become. Valkyrie, Banshee or Einherjar. The Kraujas Arana, more colloquially known as Blood Angels were practically designed by Darth Arcanix to brush off the cold.

"For the Empire!"

Vaylin tugged on the reins and her flying beast soared backwards, piercing through the edges of the storm and diving. Her forces followed swiftly behind her, both riders and mounts shouting and roaring as they descended, appearing between the storms for a few moments until they disappeared into the edges of the Frost Cyclone itself. Technology was going to be no good here, especially as they got deeper and deeper into the storm. No matter how specialized the Valkyrie equipment was, it can only endure for so long against Mother Nature.

The Force would have to be their ally, their line of communication across No Man's Land.

Vaylin pushed forwards as her Valkyrie force split off to the outlying areas. The Kraujas however remained with their leader as she cut through the storm, soaring above in search for any crashed enemy ships. And it wasn't long before she felt a tug on the bond with her Kakdijs Zuta, feeling her sense of hunger.

You can sense it can't you? Someone's raw emotion, someone is alive. Unrest, doubt, fear, hope? Follow it dear, find them.

The Zabrak loosened her grip in the reins ever slightly, allowing her mount to take the lead as she followed her senses. Vaylin wondered just where she was taking them, until she just about caught sight of smoke rising up from the ground, threading through the torrent of snow. She quickly sent a signal through the Force, ordering the Blood Angels to remain above, out of sight for the time being.

And then they fell, descending until the beast's wings sprawled out into a glide, swooping down as they approached the Crashed Gunship. They landed with an almighty thud, disturbing the snow that was already thick on the ground.

"Hello? Is someone there? We've come to help!"

Vaylin used the Force to throw her voice, loud enough to hear through the storm but still maintain a level of innocence in it. But it would be a pointless endeavour if the person could sense the sheer foul-intent in the Force. But Vaylin didn't particularly care, she just wanted to toy with the potential survivor if only for a moment.

That, and if one were to look out of the gunship wreckage, they'd see an approaching mass. Just a large black mass hidden in the icy mist, slowly approaching. Only finally appearing when the elongated head and neck of the beast pierced through the fog. A moment of silence, a time for realization perhaps? Before the beast opened its jaw and roared, projecting it's aura of Force Fear out towards the crashed Gunship.

 

[Konrad Bolter]

// NOMAD ACTUAL // 12th Armored Assault Army
// OBJECTIVE // Harnaidan
// THEMATIC // You Already Know

Spoiler: Tag List

// NIO - Allies - Harnaidan //
FN-999
Belisarius
Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt
Kardev Byrric
Sturit Goan
Knight
Ravraa Vyshraal
Sam Deckard
Wraith
Tessa
// TSE - Enemy - Harnaidan //
Cara Dorniarn
Mazrim Caide/Taim
AMCO
Ingrid L'lerim
Lord Venari
Maiven
Emperor Carnifex

Charred flesh. Burning fuel. Heavy metal. The Cataphract was a misshapen mass of durasteel and electronics systems severed and ripped from their foundations. Traversing through the nominally unmanned turret structure through the commander's hatch the General set a hand over the pintle mounted Reaper-pattern chainblaster to leverage himself free from the battered chassis. When a five round pulse of particle bolts peppered the slanted front facing of the turret the Concordian was quick to settle back into the commander's seat, his rear slamming against the padded synth leather as he reached his hands around the grips of the chaincannon.

With his focused gaze tinted visor peering down the glowing sights of the weapon he squeezed the triggers of the gatling gun. A rapidly ascending whirr of the weapon began to mount before eventually each triad was steaming to its full accelerated rate of fire.

Snapping out at the air to surge a faint silence for a moment before the sudden explosion of ochre particle beams spit out of the rapidly spinning barrels. The usual thuds and cracks of a blaster went awash in a neckbreaking rip of the gun as it dug a loud burst into the nearby duracrete, metal and black duraplast of the troopers moving to envelop on the downed tank. Keeping the chainblaster on a swivel as he sent the nearby Sith Legionnaires down to a bloodied pile of shattered bones and limbs unto the ground beneath.

<"Nomad-Actual. Do you copy? Repeat- Nomad-Actual, report."> The onboard communications patched through the downed vehicle. Glancing back to catch a squad of 'Punished' Legion coming into view to clear the area around the downed vehicle Waylon descended down back into the crew cabin. The whirring beat of the alarm within the vehicle's interior was an irritating noise coupled with the glaring crimsone glow of the emergency lights.

<"Copy, I've been knocked out but I'm...I'm alright. Switching to HUD comms."> They knew that- his vital signs all showed green, the crew of his Cataphract were a stark contrast in a bar of crimson underlying Nomad-2 and Nomad-3. Good men, one Bescane and one Abafari. It wasn't the first crew he'd ever lost. Even if it was only second, the first being the occasion which shattered his right leg and forced an amputation and cybernetic replacement.

<"Understood. Standby for exfil."> The command squad sounded off. With stormtroopers pressing the advantage carved out by his armored wedge the ex-filtration would be well underway. Reaching back into the driver and gunner's positions, the part of the hull which served to absorb the mass-driver round, Treicolt reached over to snag the code cylinders present on both of their kits. A total of four. Two from each. One displayed the identification information of each and the other the proper mission input for the assault on Harnaidan.

As Stormtroopers enveloped the section of outskirt Nomad's column rolled through he eventually emerged from the vehicle - downloading all critical mission data from the system's computer unto a data disc granted the reprieve of time from his infantry comrades. Stepping out of the aft mounted hatchway of the tank with the cracking of blasters and roar of explosions at his back his gaze was filled with the reassuring sight of a Turbo Tank on the approach. Veering to a halt several meters away from the Major General he eventually climbed his way aboard. With his armor painted in the ashen smoke and burnt material awash over the betaplast from the internal combustion of the vehicle.

In the annuls of the vehicle Treicolt was hailed with salutes at attention from a new rotation of subordinates within the 12th Armored Assault. Each of them clad in the Combat Assault Tank armor they seemed to mirror the other outside of unit markings and minor aesthetic variations.

<"Major General - Enigma Actual is engaged and you're the XO."> The officer said flatly, clearing speaking with a level of trust already established with the Concordian. Nodding once, Waylon peered over the holomap set out on display, the vision far clearer than the scopes he had within the tank under the ringer of Sith Imperial jamming until Allyson Locke managed to clear up the visuals.

<"Understood, I'll take care of things until he's out of the shit."> Treicolt stated, seemingly confident Tavlar would break the engagement soon enough. If Irveric had a reputation for anything among the officer corps of Sith-Imperial defectors, it was an innate toughness.

<"Last comms we got from Belisarius , and Hellhound they requested artillery support, Imperator followed up with an airstrike but our guns and missiles are ranged in now."> The officer stated.

<"Follow it up with HMPs and Powerhammers. If they're good for the fire mission paint whatever ground they need with em and then descending priority from there."> The Major General said, delegating the assignment of ordering the mission to another subordinate until immediately after, a transmission arrived from Sturit Goan .

<<"Enigma, this is Feral Actual. Major emplacements have been cleared, we're about to turn the cor-">>

<<"Sir, requesting infantry support, we're about to get swamped by Sith troopers. Over.">>

With strategic command relieved from The Imperator in favor of the Concordian, he was quick to respond over the comms.

<"Copy, Feral. I'll pull what I can, standby."> Treicolt relayed back.

<"Pull Besh company from reserves to help with the push -- whats their ETA?"> The Major General inquired in the direction of another officer.

<"Two minutes descending.">

<"Acknowledged, is this Siege-Breaker enroute to support?"> Waylon inquired, levying two fingers to point toward the walker piloted by Knight headed enroute to Feral Company's position.

<"Yes, General."> Treicolt responded with a nod.

<"Copy, move some troopers to back it up. Get Kardev Byrric on CAS for Feral."> Waylon ordered. Not long after, another transmission made its way through.

<"Enigma Actual this is Shatter Actual. I have three Tango Uni and one that's ate up. Resata is secured. I say again, Resata is secured. Proceeding to rendezvous and extract. Out.">

<"Understood, Shatter Actual. Group with Feral Company we need a need another breakthrough into the city, understood?"> Treicolt relayed back to the Stormtrooper. Seeing Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt 's life sign go red on the corner of his HUD his gaze snapped to the main officer he'd been communicating with.

<"Status on the Legion Commander?">

<"Not that we know of yet, General."> The man responded.

<"Well get me something."> The chain of command couldn't be jostled any further than it was all the same, he knew the effect her name added to the NIO casualty list would have on his CO.