Invasion Shame on the Night // NIO Invasion of TSE held Helgard and Cadomai

[The Grim Lady]

HERE I AM, HERE I GO
D R E A D M O T H E R

Silver moon; my eyes.
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The witty retort from Ingrid was enough to form the faintest of bemused smirks across the willowy woman's sunken face and she tilted her head as Ingrid moved, thrusting herself through free fall to recompose and establish a snap position to her front, lashing out with the blades sheathed upon her back in an experimental attempt to cleave dead flesh. It was a predictable move, but that was its intent, and the one leeching Sinead's being from within recognized it. With deceptively lithe eloquence, Sinead darted backward a step, propelling herself off of her leading foot, fluttering the excessive fabrics of the thin robes draped around her frame. Near musical notes accompanied the abrupt motion, orchestrated by the excessive bangles and jewelry wrapped around the woman's ankle. ​

The hidden saber kept on Sinead's person was untouched as she prepared a counterattack.​

Where Ingrid was keen to discover her capabilities, the Dreadmother had no qualms to show her. And now, she was in a much closer range. The most native of all of her abilities surfaced through her consciousness, ushered in by The Shackler's will. Veinous, fragile hands marked by myriads of ritualistic scars thrust from the sleeves of her robes, rattling with the chorus of bones secured around her wrists. The Force bore fruit to her call. As The High Priestess felt the power surging within her foe, she would counter in the most direct way: Force drain. ​

Dark energies slithered in serpentine coils from her extended fingertips, reaching out to leech the energy from Ingrid's frame, if not stopped or countered.​

Distantly, an explosion rocked the earth, resounding deeply against the thrumming ground and resonating into the soles of Sinead's feet. She assumed the New Imperial forces were pushing up in their aim to penetrate the fortress looming not-so-far in the distance, and she considered the implications of such a thing. Perhaps she should make this duel of wickedness short. ​

But what was there to reap if one did not take her time sowing?

LOOSE ALLIES | NIO | SOM | Irveric Tavlar Tulan Kor Tiberius Willan Tal DECEASED Erskine Barran Kosca Gaelt Ravraa Vyshraal Ragnar the Untested Kascalion Giedfield @IAMTHEWARMACHINE
ENEMIES | TSE | CIS | FOCUS: Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

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

Location: Surface, Helgard
Objective: Save research data and artefacts; and try to take out them from the planet.
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Tag: The Grim Lady

[ At The End of the Journey ] ​

The two women seemed to think similarly, though Ingrid didn't know it. It was absolutely essential for the red-haired woman to hide her abilities and not show them to others. Which immediately made sure the woman was fast, flexible and skilful. True, for the time being, Ingrid hadn't shown what she was really capable of, it was just a simple attack. Which really served to start surveying, examining her opponent. She had always done this, showing only her fighting skills that put her on an equal footing with her opponent, or just a little above them. It is very rare that she had to use or show her true knowledge and power.

As her opponent began using Force Drain, the woman’s body instinctively began to absorb life force more quickly from those living in the area to compensate for this effect. Because there were quite a few people nearby at the moment, so they could probably only feel a little tired for now, they couldn't even tell someone to tap into their life force. The Dreadmother probably feels nothing of that, since she was undead, Ingrid cannot absorb her life force.

However, felt what the other was doing, which is why did not go after the woman, but rather stopped. Also felt the blast and explosion, it was expected that the NIO would want to destroy everything now as always. They were the best at this, in the devastation and destruction. Reached into the Force and she, too, began to use Force Drain to completely neutralize the ability to affect her, at least until the other gave up her own plan. However, Ingrid also had another idea of how she would react if the Dreadmother lost all her anger and fighting spirit. The Empress hoped there would be an unpleasant surprise for her opponent.

As she no longer intended to use her weapons, put the two swords back in the sheaths and began to concentrate again, this time using her own unique Force ability to “dispel” the emotions of others, actually steal them. To do that, stopped her own Force Drain. In the case of the Dreadmother, she tried to steal hatred and anger and her desire for destruction from the woman. It can feel like a Force Drain draining life force, only in this case will it have mental effects, not physical ones, and the emotions will disappear from the other person if Ingrid succeeds. And if she succeeds, the stolen emotions will be transferred to her.

 

[Seela Leini]

Location: Space, Helgard System
Equipment: Sith-Imperial Armada Flight Suit Mk. II │ “Judicator” Adaptive Battle Rifle
Fighter: Sith-Imperial TIE Interceptor - Dancer Ten
Allies: TSE ( Moff Drybis Lyken Alamara Tesco) │ CIS ( Kiff Brayde ) │ EE ( Tristan Evore )
Enemies: NIO ( Enlil ) │ SoM (Kestus Bralor)

There was a brief moment of sacred silence, then came the disharmonious rhythms of the war in the stars, the beats assailing the Twi’lek’s ears as she slammed the accelerator to push more speed out of her interceptor in the charge to the growing furball of Sith and New Imperial fighters. SV-2121 was not a competitive woman, but in hearing Alamara tell her that she had high expectations for her performance and in seeing her wing mate pull ahead, the strand-cast could not help but to embrace the adrenaline coursing through her veins, though the strand-cast would never be so uncouth as to express it in unruly whoops and cheers.

“Understood, Breaker. May His Will Eclipse the Stars.” She answered in affirmation, her voice ringing with an underlayer of excitement as she sped alongside her wing mate into the fray.

Driving her machine towards the tangle of fighters dogfight around the hulking mass of the NIV Resplendence, 2121 dived in after Alamara. With a single command, she designated a trio of targets on her HUD, which automatically transmitted the information to Breaker Nine along their battle networks. All three were interceptors, lining up to make a run on one of the Caldoth bombers, an attempt to utilize their combined firepower to bring the lumbering machine down in a single coordinated attack. Designating one of the interceptors for herself, 2121 angled her machine in an aggressive lead pursuit in relation to her target for a laser cannon attack run.

Before long, she was on top of them.

Pushing her interceptor into a dive, the four laser cannons on her wings flashed to life, discharging a burst of green fire which was aimed ahead of the bandit’s trajectory. Correspondingly, her shots struck true, the first few depleting her target’s shields and allowing the rest to burn through the “eye” of the craft, reducing it to slag in moments as she accelerated past the wreckage.

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

Lord-Major Erskine Barran
1st Galidraani-Volunteers Armoured-Infantry Brigade,"Tal's Devils"
2nd Battalion,"Blue-Hearts"
New Imperial Order

LOCATION: Saoafellslond, inner-city

OBJECTIVE 2: Siege of Hjallaheim/Saoafellslond

ALLIES: Willan Tal Black Sgáire Ragnar the Untested Kosca Gaelt Savoh Muska Dorian Sicarrio Tiberius Noel Strasza Rika Hiro

'We'll get orders soon enough, Shugg. Nuhin' else for us ti dae here but watch our allies playing executioner, an' as you know, that bores the livin' daylights oot o' me!'

Shugg and Barran were rolling along in their ACV, following the tank formation as it veered towards the rest of the Galidraani contingent as they chatted away the minutes spent staring at the holographics and sharing the ACV's optics as they went. The Lord-Major's wording was beginning to worry his near-exalted adjutant, as the previous personal conversation had remained at the forefront of his mind, and intending such words to remain there in the following weeks or months; Shugg needed Lord Erskine at his best, just like he was on Bastion, as the scarred-forehead sent a burning pain up towards the crown of his skull as a reminder of the impossible odds they faced together. Reacting to the throbbing, Shugg leaned forward with a grimace, slapping his Lord-Commander's shoulder as he inquired,'An' why would seeing yer allies playing executioner bore the living daylights out o' ye? Ah ayways did avoid debatin' it-'

'-Heh! Until now, aye? No exactly wan o' they hings I'd keep ti masel either, Shugg. Aw ah hink on the matter is that it hauds up the collective advance of entire armies, and especially if the armies in question are on the offensive. Never been wan ti daunder aroond in oor deployments, never seen the sense in it.'

'So ye wouldn't mind if it was done after victory, I'm guessing?', the captain asked, still searching the Lord-Major's gaze for any tells that would give him cause for concern. This searching gaze would slightly annoy Barran but he persevered and nodded his agreement, and turned to search the gaze of his subordinate in turn, not particularly liking the look in Shugg's eye for the first time since meeting him. Calmly maintaining the staring-contest, the captain took one look at his map-holographics then returned his gaze to continue,'As you'll know that this is the wrong faction to have late moral-misgivings-'

'Oh, we're definitely havin' this discussion now! Whether I prefer the POWs to be executed before or after each victory is irrelevant, as both options are perfectly-lawful either way. All - I - care - about - is - combat, and that aligns perfectly with the wrong faction to have late-misgivings about! Here - OPTICS!!!'

Relenting, Shugg calmly broke eye-contact and took the optics to look ahead, realising he'd been overthinking the entire matter and completely forgetting what their battalion's primary function was, so the captain kindly turned back with a look that was far more endearing than the last, then said,'My apologies, Milord. I completely misread your views on the matter, though you'll still want to be careful with that sorta talk, especially here. I feel horrible that I feel the need to remind you of this, but we really need to remember we're not mercenaries any more. We threw our hat in with the NIO, so we should accord with every aspect of it before we start saying stupid things in the company of the wrong people.', with as much of a polite tone and spoken-manner as he could muster.

'Nah, that's a fair point. And there's really nothing to be forgiven, we needed that talk. It would be a different case wi they Carrack Rangers, though. They're quick, and they're not that invested that they'd take forever savouring the moment. Just give them all a quick death on the spot and move! Need ti keep up wi the Blue-Hearts after all, we're always punching in first so we never have time to even consider such things. Normally wae infantry, if they're quick enough about it, each and every unit should be able to keep up without those guff distractions hindering their chances at larger kill-counts.'

<"Myles to Blue-Heart Bravo! The Brigade's in sight, all lookin' like they're just about ready to move.">

<"General Tal to Major Barran, Tiberius and his boys are pushing up the mountain towards the fortress, 1st battalion will move to link up with Tiberius's men, secure the perimeter in the mean time and hold off any potential Helgardi or Sith counter attacks over.">

'Give the order, I'm still checking to the southwest. The 501st have moved their men up as they said, so we'll just hold the area in front of their previous perimeter. Easiest deployment possible for a counter-attack, wouldn't you say?'

'Could just be a blip this time, Milord- hold on, I'll get these orders out then we can get back to our usual fare.', the Lord-Major's adjutant muttered, talking as quickly as his speaking-cadence would allow. Picking up Barran's comms-device, Shugg looked one last time through the optics before exclaiming.'Shugg to CC One! Secure Tiberius' previous defensive-perimeter, we're holding the base of the mountain whilst the others take the fortress at the top. Tal's orders!'. As he placed the comms aside the ACV's optics, the captain found himself wondering how the infantry would fare in an uphill fight of that magnitude, but realised that the Fighting 1st were much too brazen, much too effective to be doubted in such a manner.

<"Myles to Blue-Heart Bravo! The tank-tracks will be grateful, though I highly doubt there's anyone left down here to fire on. CC One out!">

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[Ragnar the Blooded]

HELGARD
SAUOAFELLSLOND
257TH LEGION
Allies: The New Imperial Order
Engaging: Darth Strosius

The stormtroopers fanned out. Flanking the surprisingly large intersection of streets that the three way battle occurred in. They were slow, calculating. The already engaged Legionnaires and Helgardi would have a harder time of doing so, disengaging and repositioning. Slowly entering the fray made it easier for the 257th to take advantage of both of their enemies. If Ragnar had been paying attention to that, he would've been glad to not have to direct them as he squared off with the beacon of Darkness before him.

A presence that the Imperial Knight Codex begged him to cut down, or even arrest.

Ragnar's head slowly shook. No. Not arrest. Kill. Like him, he led the forces of an Empire. There'd be no going back for either of them, on either of their tenets. The Zabrak was glad the Sith was sure of himself. Better than wasting energy on bandying words pointlessly, just for the result to be the same.

"And here I thought the NIO despised Force users."

Despise.

Amusement riddled Ragnar's features. Mirth spread. The tattoos that adorned his face contorted his mocking features. They gave him the look of a predator, dangerous, cornering his prey. But the Sith could still yet run.

"Only the kind that follow worthless religions." Ragnar spat, for that was what the Sith and the Jedi were. Trapped by tenets that guided them, yet bonded them to a singular path. Where one restrained themselves, the other spoke of freedom, to the point of detriment to themselves and those around them. They were little more than unsupervised children, throwing tantrums until someone put an end to their domineering attitude.

It's what happened on Mygeeto, and Muunilinst. Jaemus and Dubrillion... Bastion... Today, it'd happen again.

For Bastion.

And then they began.

The Sith pushed his blade aside, and the silver and crimson sabres clashed. Ragnar didn't waste the opportunity to press forwards. Saber pushed off to his left, the bottom end deactivated, and he jabbed forwards, hands shifting to hold further away from the still alight top end. For center mass, the saberstaff was used akin to a spear or polearm, in abrupt and quick jabs and thrusts to create a gap in his guard.

 

[The Grim Lady]

DEATHLESS
D R E A D M O T H E R

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Orchid of the valley; trampled by reckless dance- never knowing scorn, it never stood a chance.​

The uniqueness of Ingrid's counter-attack caught Sinead by some surprise. Yet, the woman herself felt nothing. She was a soulless, emotionless husk, reanimated and wrought forth to break nothing but chaos at the whim of the one pulling her strings. And The Shackler's dreadful, overwhelming wrath and lust for blood is precisely what Ingrid would have been subjected to in those moments. In the moment The Red Witch's insidious power tapped into the well of The High Priestess, she would be privy to the absolutely all-consuming madness and hatred The Shackler possessed. A mere fraction of it, at the very least, was enough to incite agony had Ingrid been merely mortal.​

Given that she was no more of a regular sorceress as Sinead was, the result would likely be far more telling and interesting.​

All the same, Sinead flexed her frail digits once more, conjuring up an unseen power to drive a proverbial nail through the woman's skull with the full intent of causing her excruciating agony, beyond her own attempt to siphon Sinead's emotions may have afflicted her with. A rather simple mind shear is all The High Priestess offered in response to Ingrid's siphoning leech. ​

"Drasasja ji diwa arsia ji titiai zo sni muri muis." ​

The thunderous voice of The Shackler struck against the inside of Sinead's skull, rattling her entire skeleton, and forcing her to shiver. If she did not defeat this opponent, she would return to the dirt. A simple enough concept to understand. She was apathetic either way, but far be her one to lay down so easily. Her hand reached to her thigh, splitting the hem of her robe to expose a pale leg as ritualistically mangled and tattooed as her hands were. And those hands grasped around the leather-wrapped grip of her lightsaber. She flexed an arm outwardly, igniting the crimson blade with a distinctive snap-hiss, and without giving Ingrid proper time to react, lunged forward to cleave downwards in one swipe.​

LOOSE ALLIES | NIO | SOM | Irveric Tavlar Tulan Kor Tiberius Willan Tal DECEASED Erskine Barran Kosca Gaelt Ravraa Vyshraal Ragnar the Untested Kascalion Giedfield @IAMTHEWARMACHINE
ENEMIES | TSE | CIS | FOCUS: Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Trajan Fett]

S U P E R C O M M A N D O
SONS OF MANDALORE
OPERATION IRON WILL
THE OATHSWORN 6/6
BASILISK WAR DROID
Beskar'gam | Main Weapon | Side-Arm | Melee | Grenades | Cradle

DRAGONAUT

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The Basilisks soon plunged down and landed into the earth with the weight of the horrid heavy metal thudding against the flooring of the complex. It wasn't a moment later that the panoply of war held unto the Basilisk War Droid unfurled to its full fury, the cannons and blasters firing out into the section of Sith troopers unfortunate enough to intercept these Oathsworn.

Seeing his counterpart led by Careena Fett land and disembark, Trajan whipped himself from the Basilisk War Droid, his feet stomping into the broken ground beneath with a low thud before he swung the disruptor rifle into his arms, quick to join her flank with their foreboding approach. The rest of the Oathsworn, they knew their task. To sow death and destruction, to bring the reckoning as the New Imperials had deemed it.

Gladly.

Three went to butcher, three joined up with Trajan and Careena's unit.

A section of Sith Legionnaries were quick to intercept them, thinking the three to one numbers meant the same in the language in odds of victory. He let his left hand fall from the heat sink of his disruptor rifle, aiming his vambrace in the direction of three troopers, the harsh shriek of the Beskar whistling birds pulsing out in their violent course, thudding into the duraplast and digging through with explosive punishment into the flesh before they trembled into the earth dead.

With his vambrace out and extended, he fired out a grappling line into the last of the unit, the line's course wrapping around his neck before he wrenched his arm down, sending him from his footing so he could offer the coup de grace. Execution style, the disruptor bolt pulsed through his brain pan and he was dead before he hit the ground.

In his frigid silence, he joined up at his flank.

Vengeance.

ALLIES | NIO | SOM | Careena Fett | Ves Fett | Droz Munin | Djorn Bline | Vyca Durren
ENEMIES | TSE | OPEN

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
501st STORMTROOPER LEGION
TASK FORCE 'BLIZZARD'
Armor | Rifle | Pistol | Void | Melee | Grenades

HOW HEAVY THIS AXE
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A serrated blade cut the wind infront of Tavlar's gaze, sending him back once more as he grasped the shaft of the halberd in his right hand toward the head of the polearm, angling it toward the ground before he took up the lower end of the shaft in his left hand cutting it up and toward the Helgardi's abdomen, making purchase with a horrid sound of heavy metal pounding against tempered steel.

The beast lashed back in an assault his own, a dagger drawn from the shadows plunged into the armored collar of the Imperator, sending him trembling to the ground beneath with a bash of his armor against stone. The rest of his unit were too entangled in the ambush to dare help him. He couldn't fault them, they were in a fight of existence themselves. And all the same as them, he was expected to prevail. To survive.

The Helgard was quick move down to slam Irveric into the ground, mounting the Imperator as he readied his dagger to strike the Slayer with the coup de grace before Tavlar pressed a crushgaunt against the Helgardi's hip, the other moving to grasp ahold of its open, screaming maw. A grasp and twist snapped the pair clean from its skull once he was able to pull before slamming his other hand against the shoulder of the Cardinal Prime, sending him from his stance unto his back.

From there, Irveric turned the tide and his hand reached for his own vibrodagger, he pinned the Helgardi into the shattered ground below. A swipe of the heavy serrated blade plunged it into the side of the Helgardi's neck, forcing his lifeblood into the cracked stone with strong flow of his final moments.

There was no rhetoric exchanged, no waste of breath. Only that primal battle to survive. The Iron Imperator prevailed again, but it was a miniscule triumph in the shadow of the fortress ahead of him.

He slowly stood himself up from the battle, swiping the crimson ichor from his dagger before it swiped into its sheath with a metallic hiss.

All the same, his other hand grasped for the rifle which plummeted to the ground below, taking it into both hands before soon enough the battle enveloping him came to fruition.

It was time to move. Time to kill once more.

<"Enigma."> It was like a second name at this point, certainly to the old hat captain of the 501st. He'd used it interchangeably with Irveric since the days of the Sith Legion.

<"We have Gladius encircled, they've taken up position on Doom's breach into Hjallaheim. The Galidraani are enroute but...theres a lot of road to burn."> And a lot of Sith to kill.

<"Noted. We've had a rough drop, who's clocked in?"> Irveric inquired.

<"We're all green on forming up the 1st Company, 12th, 46th."> About all he needed to make the push through to Gladius and keep the path open. Hearing the name again was bittersweet, but a good sign. Gladius was there in all of those moments of triumph, their resurgence made him think of those made men troopers who were some of the first to pledge their loyalty to his cause. To charge through the breach when the odds were existentially stacked against them.

<"The 1st is on us, we're headed up the Fortress. Blow our hole and we'll kill our way to Gladius to break the encirclement. 12th and 46th will keep the path open for the Galidraani armor. Send it down."> Irveric commanded.

He'd be damned if this moment wasn't another ode of pride for them, for him...for all the sons of the Empire. He wished he had eyes in the sky, wished for more strategic control of the battle from here. But past the planning stage, all the pieces were in their places executing now based on his own principle of decentralized command. It was up to men like Willan Tal, Erskine Barran, Tulan Kor to make their judgement at every corner. They were all dogs of war. They were all survivors.

They'd all be here to stand atop the ashes of Sith ruins once again.

Another hole was punched through into the fortress on cue.

Helgard would know the name 'Slayer' eternally. With each of the Imperial sons an epithet to accompany them all the same.

ALLIES | NIO | SOM | Willan Tal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Tiberius | Kosca Gaelt | Ravraa Vyshraal | Ragnar the Untested | Black Sgáire | Onansi of Thyrsus
ENEMIES | TSE | CIS | Joesph Leigh | UX-0626 | OPEN FOR ENGAGEMENT

LARGE SCALE ACTIONS
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[Ingrid L'lerim]

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

Location: Surface, Helgard
Objective: Save research data and artefacts; and try to take out them from the planet.
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Tag: The Grim Lady

[ The Attack of the Dead Men ] ​

This was one of the first Force abilities she learned. Scherezade deWinter tried to teach her how to tear open the invisible wall, which made Ingrid unable to use her own emotions. Or just that learns how to immerse herself in the feelings of others. Ingrid failed, stealing the anger of her mentor and friend instead. It took several years to learn how to get rid of the stolen emotions from her. Suppression went much faster, but even then she didn’t want to live with the emotions of others for long, it wasn’t pleasant.

Truth be told, after the other woman was also a sorcerer, Ingrid thought the other woman would resist her power and shake off the attack. Had never really tried this on a strong opponent; she had a sorcerer duel with Adrian, but they were not life-and-death fights, just training, and she never tried to influence, change or steal her husband’s emotions and thoughts. Thus, was not really aware of the limit of her own Force abilities. And then felt the emotions inherent in the other woman. Ingrid never felt such overwhelming wrath and lust for blood in anyone before.

These were the feelings she wanted to feel for Runi Verin and Amea Virou because they killed AMCO , the man she loved most than anything or anyone, except Tubrok, because with him her love was equal. She loved them equally. The emotions she was unable to feel and show them, because suppressed them all the time. As now; as soon as felt the feelings, instinctively began to suppress them immediately, but they were there, the Red Witch was already able to use them, now all she had to do was make sure they would not rule her will. She had time to practice enough when struggled with Scherezade’s anger.

As the Dreadmother weaving a spell, Ingrid fell to her knees due the pain she felt in her own mind, there was still a connection between the two women. The red-haired woman was still struggling to get over the other’s emotions. After the re-attack, Ingrid “let go” her opponent severing the connection. Due to the mental assault, black smoke left her nose for a few moments, her "blood" as she no longer had real blood. But now hadn’t gotten more and more emotions, it was easier to overcome what she had stolen and absorbed so far.

The wrath and lust for blood was slowly replaced by the emptiness she felt and the pain reappeared; lack of Adrian, and the lack of Force-bond between the two of them. She let the absorbed energy permeate her body, but it was under her control, the woman's eyes lit purple as she looked up as the Dreadmother approached her. Made a few hand gestures; it was visible in the Force as the shadows from her body spread everywhere, her power finding the dead. It even tried to subdue the body of the Dreadmother.

"Dradzia is tu'iyia tziyi diâ udai!" (Rise from your grave and obey!) said in ur-Kittât.

The nearby dead moved at once, rose from the ground, or made their way from the grave to the icy ground, each attacking the nearby NIO soldiers. As the Dreadmother arrived and attacked, Ingrid reached out her hand with an elegant gesture and used the energies gained from the Emotion Theft from the woman to defend herself. Used the tutaminis; it consumed a lot of energy and required high concentration, so she could not be used for a long time. Meanwhile, reaching out to the Force again, a predatory smile appeared on her lips, and then, using Necromancy through the Force, tried to bring the dead body of the Dreadmother under the control of her own mind.

"Udai an ri ramohtukirtsirsa!" (Obey to the necromancer!) said again in ur-Kittât.

 

[Tulan Kor]

Allies: New Imperial Order l Gladius Company l Tiberius l Onansi of Thyrsus
Enemies: TSE l CIS l Joesph Leigh
Location: Hjallaheim, Helgard- Ahead of Friendly Lines

VIOLENCE

"Violence is one of the sole determining factors in what makes any movement, operation, or action successful in war, peace, or diplomacy. Diplomacy without military backing is ultimately useless, and any action on the battlespace or in combat without violence is equally useless without violence. This isn't like what the Sith do, get lost in their own heads with anger or whatever problems they got that week. This is committing to the act, to your duty, and following through with taking the lives of the enemy in order to secure something, or save your own. That is violence. Violence is how you get home, gentlemen." - Setter Ryburn , Antarian Rangers Briefing

The Imperator had given Tulan task, given Gladius task. The Imperator had a goal in mind.

Thy Will Be Done.
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Even in all of his years, seasoned by warfare, Tulan was still surprised from time to time by the actions of soldiers around him. Bravery unfolding in front of you was something to behold, and Gladius Company was never short on that.

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The War Machine of the Imperials was brought on by a sense of revenge, an all-encompassing of emotion that drove men to do great, or terrible things. Tulan had seen what the Sith and Jedi called 'progress'. The muffled voice of reason seemed to scream in their heads, but was promptly ignored.

Hate filled Tulan as he charged forward, Demon Company's black-and-red armors a symbol for the newer Stormtroopers to lock onto. Tulan took a sharp stride, holding the machine at his hip, barraging the defenders with red-hot blaster bolts backed by white-hot hatred. The Banner of Gladius company pushed on, and Demon Company was all too happy to help them in the charge.

Tulan recalled how many times he'd been in a bayonet charge. But few times could he remember the stakes being this high. The mountain landscape made things all the more difficult. But not impossible. There was no stopping this fire, this burning that the Imperials were going to inflict on the Sith and their allies. The Confederacy had begun their own self-destruction when they lay in the bed the Sith made for them.

Tulan would bury them in the coffin that the Sith made for them, too.

The Fortress was closer. Tulan's machine gun fire slowed for a moment, as he replaced the powerpack in it, the hot barrel stuck in the cold snow to cool off. Rapid expansion and warping of the metal of the weapon wasn't too much of a concern at the moment- or at all. For one of his rifles, he wouldn't dare, but for a workhorse weapon like the machine gun he was carrying, he could care less.

Tulan's eyes watched the snow fall down from the mountain as he picked up his weapon, small rocks under the snow going with it.

Tulan had an idea.

But they needed to take the fortress first.

"Keep moving, Demon Company, take point!"

Demon Company hurried to the front, double timing past their comrades, to the forlorn hope of the assault. The walls were within sight, within touch almost. The Defenders could not, and weren't able to, match the violence, speed, and deadliness of the charge. Demon and Gladius simply were too determined to be thwarted at the moment, and with the arrival of the mercenaries, the Defenders were losing ground quickly.

But Tulan had a better idea.

The Capital City lay below- and if all went well, he aimed to bury it.

 

[Willan Tal]

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Brigadier General- Willan Tal
1st Galidraani volunteers armoured infantry brigade
1st Battalion of the Brigade' Fighting first.'
New Imperial Order
Location: Hjallaheim city
OBJ2
Ally tags: Vostok Grauv Zakaria Black Ragnar the Untested Djorn Bline Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Republic Engineering FN-999 Enedina Tal Kolson Vrask Tyrell Paxxus Ravraa Vyshraal Noel Strasza Creuat Uriel Tokarev Arminius Tiberius Careena Fett Ves Fett Rika Hiro

Enemy Tags: TBA

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"My order stands, move into the fort and secure it, any hidden tunnels or gun ports I want to know about it over.">>

Tal placed down the commlink and looked towards the foreboding fortress that stood tall ahead. It's once beautiful spires and towers, now pockmarked and marred by artillery and tank fire. Barrans boys and the Imperial fleet had done a real good job on it, woe to any poor sod that got caught in the brutal barrage. Once an upon a time it might've stood as a fierce redoubt and testimony to whoever ruled it, but nothing no matter how grand or imposing withstood the Imperial artillery and bombardment.

Everyone in the tank could hear Tiberius's mens work and true enough, no red bolts were coming at the armoured column outside the fortress walls. The distant blaster fire and shouts were still faintly there, telltale signs of an increasingly one-sided battle as Tiberius's men and other Galidraani units cleared out Helgardi holdouts across the city. He watched from his hatch as four TIE-fighters in tight formation flew by, letting off a quadruple volley of red blasts at something on the ground he wasn't able to see. The fortress walls were in the way, but an explosion and the rise of a fiery, smoky column told him they had hit their mark.

His tank took a few uneasy turns around wreckages of Sith tanks and speeders on the way in. His column's rear was trying to keep up with the front, but the remaining Cataphracts had halted near a ditch on the other side of the inner courtyard. They turned, aimed their barrels high and fired at Helgardi in the upper echelons of the fortress. The anti-air laser emplacements erupted into a shower of fire and parts. The enormous barrels toppled and fell through the turret, crashing through part of the fortress roof and walls smashing into the ground below. It struck him that the emplacements should have had some shield of sorts, but perhaps the Helgardi troops manning it had panicked in their escape and shut it all down? It didn't matter any though; he didn't fancy the pain of flushing out the fething barbarians from the rest of the inner fort. Once finished, the rest of the tanks followed the column into the courtyard in an orderly fashion. Galidraani troops and flamers dismounted from the tanks and fanned out, some moving to aid any wounded Imperials they found while others moved in to assist with securing the fort.

"Now now, where will I find a particular man of note around here, do tell me where Tiberius is good chap," Tal spoke plainly to the nearest stormtrooper he found, wiping some of the grease and dirt from his forehead with the back of his glove as he looked around. He had to give these boys credit, they had held out and gave the Helgardi a good kicking and run for their money. Good soldiers recognised other good soldiers, even if they belonged to different fields of the military.​

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[Darth Strosius]

Location: Sauofellslond
Objective: Defend the City / Reclaim the City
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Ragnar the Untested
Allies: TSE / CIS Forces
Enemies: NIO / Helgardi Populace
----------------------------------------------------

The Legionnaires in the courtyard had their work cut out for them for sure. Helgardi pouring in from several directions on one side, and Stormtroopers coming up on the flanks. Thankfully, there were two advantages for them. For one, the Helgardi did not discriminate between the two factions. They were more than eager to tear into the Stormtroopers as they encountered them, showing them the same ruthless and almost savage treatment that they had been giving to the Legionnaires.

They weren't going to pick favorites, they would slay all in their path.

It was almost a goal that could be admired, to defend one's planet so viciously and courageously. Unfortunately for them, they had chosen their own side. A side that couldn't win this day.

Second, the Legionnaires were on the defensive. Fighting two enemies at once was certainly challenging, especially when one of those enemies seemed to come out of nowhere and the other was seemingly endless in number. However, the opening in the streets was not lacking in cover and decent positions, the likes of which the Legionnaires had already been occupying. Swapping targets was difficult, and they were outnumbered, but they would fight to the last.

And they were not the only ones who intended to stand or die this day.

"Worthless religion?!?" Alisteri was already going to enjoy this fight far more than he had any reason to, of that he could tell. He intended to mark the pavement with the blood of this heathen, no not heathen. Heathens were the Stormtroopers, who had no inkling of the Force. They only hated what they did not understand, like the simpletons that they were.

This is a heretic, and he will die like one.

Before he slayed this heretic however, he fully intended to show just how worthless the ways of the Dark Side were. That being of course, that they were one of the most useful in the galaxy.

As his sabre was pushed away, the acolyte stepped back. He went on full defense, either blocking or dodging whatever jab or thrust was sent his way. This was not the first time he had fought against someone wielding a saberstaff, and it showed. The last time he had done so, he lost a hand. He did not intend to repeat that mistake here.

Or ever again for that matter.

Finally, after allowing himself to be pushed back a decent while, he leapt out of the way of the next jab. His lightsaber was still activated of course, and he did not waste time in going for a slash at his enemy's chest as he leapt to the side.

"You would call the ways of the Dark worthless, that is a position of ignorance however." He leapt back yet again and held his sabre out defensively. "Allow me to enlighten you on our teachings then, before you die."

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Tags: Rika Hiro | Dorian Sicarrio
Gear: Alpine armor/In signature
I the writer love Asa, Cara the Bakuran does not. ​

Splinters of shattered plasteel clattered from the back of her armor as she stumbled over the humanoid cushion, turning to face the voice of someone...asking if she were lost? Cara stretched the plates of her neck as she scanned the taller woman, considering it a bit jarring to see such a coldly calm demeanor as the city fell under a triad of Sith, imperial, and Helgardi chaos. She appeared to be Atrisian, the first Cara had seen in the flesh. Confused, Cara checked over her shoulder, looked askance at the woman, then lined her visor forward again. Beneath the white helmet her face was set in a bewildered frown, and finally she shook her head. "A ridiculous question. Who--" The longer Cara's stare had lingered the binary crackles had intensified in her mind. Finally they had reached critical, syncing up into a bigger picture which Cara at first refused to believe. They had broadcasted from the woman --"woman"-- and Cara took a cautious step back.

The "Atrisian" was not riddled with cybernetics and implants, it was comprised of them. There was not a sliver of flesh, strand of sinew, nor shard of bone in its frame. Where to Cara's senses should have been the black shadow of an organic mind buzzed a complex and artificial neural net, one that, to her alarm, did not even broadcast to a possible controller. It was an android -- independent, calculating, and cast in a flawlessly "human" form.

So much for "in the flesh."

Cara's right arm was free of armor, only her left geared in the standard loadout of a legionnaire's gauntlet. Iron-toned fingers curled into a fist, the action soon followed by a short series of clicks as the fist split into two parts. Twin barrels of a small rifle slid from the forearm then were leveled toward the thing.

Animosity dripped from her words. "What a lovely puppet, a perfect abomination. Before I dismantle your intolerable frame answer me a query, machine. Who made you? What is your purpose? Recycled or trashed?"

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[Rika Hiro]

L A D Y S I L E N C E
C O M P N O R
H E L G A R D
Tag list: Noel Strasza Willan Tal DECEASED Erskine Barran Black Sgáire @Ragnar @Vostok Tiberius Dorian Sicarrio Ingrid L'lerim
Opponent: Cara Dorniarn

"It doesn't matter what we are; what matters is our purpose."

The HRD replied ever so matter of factly, calmly removing her shades to reveal dark brown eyes that flashed shades of brilliant red in the retina, hinting at her real, pervasive nature. Her eyes scanned the woman's cybernetic implants with keen interest and almost fascination, noting that the individual appeared to be heavily modified and of Bakuran origin. So mechanical yet human. Imperfect by choice and design. If her scans and Compnors integrated systems chip in her head proved correct, this Bakuran was a Sith scientist of high value and stature in the empire and one of great interest to Compnor. Dead or alive as it may be, it didn't matter to her.

Target bears weapon implants of an unknown make and origin. . . .

Her eyes drifted down to the gun pointed at her chest, and she looked up at the Bakuran and twitched her head, never breaking eye contact nor blinking. Her arm stilling resting near her sidearm, yet she did not reach for it nor move. Instead, she offered a strange nod of acknowledgement to the other before speaking once more.

"You can fire at me," Asa cooed " but unlike you, I do not need implants to stave off the inevitability of death."

She smirked broadly.

"Shoot."

 

[Alamara Tesco]

Location: Space, Helgard System
Equipment: Sith-Imperial Armada Flight Suit Mk. II │ SIF-57 blaster pistol
Fighter: Sith-Imperial TIE Interceptor - Breaker Nine
Allies: TSE ( Onrai Moff Drybis Lyken Seela Leini ) │ CIS ( Kiff Brayde ) │ EE ( Tristan Evore )
Enemies: NIO ( Enlil ) (Kestus Bralor )

Hearing the voice come through on the other side felt nice, there was a certainty to it that her previous wingmen lacked. Perhaps it was the result of the Twi'lek's training. Which made Alamara wonder what that would have consisted of. “Understood, Breaker. May His Will Eclipse the Stars.” Alamara wasn't sure how to respond to that, silence filling the cockpit, as she set her sights on the battle ahead. If the Emperor was so great, why were they losing this war? Why had they sacrificed so much, and have so little to show for it? The questions amassed, and the pilot had no answer for it. It wasn't her right to question the Emperor, she was just a lowly pilot, their life was one of sacrifice; theirs not to make reply, theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die. If it was the Emperor's will, then that was what needed to be done.

The musing was cut short, as the contacts flashed across her screen. She swore quietly to herself, the distractions having cost them precious moments in the oncoming battle. Checking the position of the enemy fighters in relation to their position, Alamara saw the potential there, and steered to intercept the trio. "Roger, coordinates received." She paged back, only to see Dancer pulling towards the fight; though she wouldn't get far before Alamara was in pursuit. She would have time to watch Dancer tear into their ranks her maneuverability and control on clear display. So far, Alamara was liking what she was seeing. Though she quickly assigned herself the last two fighters. Mirroring what SV had done, Pilot locked onto the left leading ship, angling her cannons towards the craft and firing. The first blast smashed against the shields, only for the two craft to open up on her approach vector. Alamara quickly pulled back on the controls, shooting herself above the pair of fighters and pulled back hard, her shields taking glancing shots from her attackers, but it was part of her plan. She cut her engines for a half second, and forced them back to life, putting the two craft dead in her sights, and setting her engine heat alarm off. Her engines could take it of course, they always did. With one crafts' shields down, and her wingman in reserve, it seemed this work wouldn't take too long. As she set in behind the two ships, Alamara fired off another burst before the left craft could break off, turning it into slag, and leaving a single interceptor in her sights. The poor pilot attempted to break off, and Alamara continued the chase, firing off several shots, scoring glancing blows, but unable to down the fighter in her usual fashion.

Another interceptor was moving in to join the chase however, as Alamara and her prey chased about in space, she had no idea that her prey was leading her into a trap.

 

[Ryv]

S W O R D _ O F _ T H E _ J E D I
Galactic Alliance
New Jedi Order
Strike Team Skywalker
ARMOR | LIGHTSABER

You Die as You Lived in a Flash of the Blade
In a Corner Forgotten by No One
You Lived for the Touch, for the Feel of the Steel
One Man and His Honor
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The stench of rot permeated every corridor within Kjaransvik. Corpses lined the streets. Blood leaked from old wounds, crimson ichor blackened by time's cruel embrace. A battle raged throughout. It swept the Helgardi from their homes, calling them to act in defense of their great subterranean city. Those familiar with the war knew this day would come. The New Imperial Order was relentless. No Sith would escape their sights, nor would their servants, or those who threw themselves at their feet in worship. Helgard was one of the worst. Their dark god demanded bloodshed in service to the Sith Empire. And in return, their greatest warriors were granted honorable internment within the Crypt City. Veteran soldiers who'd proven themselves were allowed to reside within Kjaransvik beside the dead.

When Ryv agreed to embark on a one-man mission into the depths of Helgard, he expected to clash with Sith hidden away in hard to reach places. He prepared to engage the blessed heroes granted the boon of sanctuary. Forward scouts provided by the New Imperials delivered a wealth of knowledge to the Jedi Knight. His descent into the city went as planned. He even managed to corner the Sith Lord he was sent to eliminate before things went south. In hindsight, the kiffar should've seen it all coming.

Dark rituals, ancient corridors, the buried dead as far as the eye could see.

The perfect recipe for any great horror holoflick. Yet, here Ryv stood. Surrounded on all sides by a tide of rotting corpses. Cracked bones held their shambling forms aloft. What little muscle hadn't completely withered away stretched tight over misshapen skeletons. And to make matters worse, a malign intelligence lingered within them. A baleful glow born of a crimson light rested within the center of each eye socket. Ruined fingers held tight to ancient weapons, likely bore into battle in life by the legends interred within the great Crypt City.

They set in at him from all sides, spears driven towards his knees, aimed to cripple the Jedi Knight. Ryv slashed out with his viridescent saber, twirling in a tight circle to shear rusted tips from rotted wooden shafts. Another pushed in from behind with a wretched battle cry that seemed to crawl up a twisted throat. It drove a shield into the Jedi's back and sent him stumbling into clawing hands. They held firm and pulled him down to the ground, burying him beneath their weight in seconds.

Ryv struggled against the horde. He tugged on his free hand and drove it down into the skull of one chewing at his leg. It shattered on impact. Bone splintered, small chips exploded outward in a rain of dust and debris. He reached across his chest and grabbed a second by a stringy mop of oily, black hair. Another mighty pull sent this one tumbling into the crowd at his left. They fell away from Ryv, screeching through chattering mouths in an unnatural rage. The miasma of shadow entrapping their spirits wanted him dead. It promised them a return to their eternal slumber if only the interloper would perish.

"Enough!" Ryv bellowed in one mighty roar. His voice carried for thousands of feet in all directions, the natural acoustics of the cavern amplifying the force-infused shout. He jumped to his feet, Resolve held high. The horde surged in around him again. He gritted his teeth, lips pulled back into a snarl as he delved into those directly ahead of him. His blade carved through their putrid bodies effortlessly. Decades of training could not prepare them for the Sword of the Jedi. His blade delivered the Purifying Flame of Ashla herself. Her powers protected him. She wove a barrier around him, one that would safeguard him even in the face of fatal wounds. His light shone like a beacon. It lit up the dark streets in a dazzling display of white light that spilled into nearby alleys and homes.

Small pockets of living resistance surged towards the symbol. Ryv's presence, though initially unknown to the Helgardi, now inspired them. He fought not only for his life but for the very city they called home. The Sith had defiled their dead. Their honored heroes walked among the living once more, weapons turned upon their devoted. If the Helgardi were to survive, it would be beside the Jedi Knight. He would deliver them through this nightmare, one corpse at a time.

Tags: Syd Celsius | Lunafreya Solidor

 

[Djorn Bline]

D I A M O N D _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
HEIOABOER, HELGARD
TASK FORCE 'DAGGER'
ARMORWEAVE

Collateral damage to the maximum with no restraints. His vengeance would be imprinted upon this world despite the stakes here. They learned their lesson on Dantooine; well, he sure did. A lesson that he would carry with him in every situation possible. A lesson to never compromise in achieving victory against the Sith, to not let morals get in the way. Everything beneath the Sith was cannon fodder and little value to them. Anything was a weapon for those fiends, didn’t matter what or who. Even an insignificant stone or child was a tool for them. Only way to counter that? Having a heart cold and a void of emotions, carrying out fury to anyone that didn’t stood with the Iron Sun.

He wasn’t taking any chances with the populace of Heioaboer. Didn’t matter if it was a native or someone foreign, they would bite the dust without any remorse.

Any voices of disapproval would fall on deaf ears. He knew what he was doing and would have no regrets. All that mattered was the mission. That was something he would not compromise for.

Fight until the deed is done.

More Mandalorian Supercommandos descended upon Heioaboer in their legendary war droids and gunships, bringing havoc to what was available for them to destroy. Their personal vendetta against the Sith for plundering Mandalore was a battery for them.

Good.

Let their pain and agony be weaponized against the Sith.

<“Don’t stop. Leave no stone unturned. Cause as much damage here and then focus on the laboratory. Break them here and give them nothing to hold on to.”>

Snake carried the blaster carbine of a dead hostile, several of his agents focusing what appeared to be one of many armories in the city. Storm it, take what they want and leave it in a blaze. Ransack everything before they reached the spire.

ALLIES | NIO | SOM | Careena Fett | Ves Fett | Trajan Fett | Vyca Durren
ENEMIES | TSE | CIS | Darth Tigran

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

Lord-Major Erskine Barran
1st Galidraani-Volunteers Armoured-Infantry Brigade,"Tal's Devils"
2nd Battalion,"Blue-Hearts"
New Imperial Order

LOCATION: Saoafellslond, inner-city

OBJECTIVE 2: Siege of Hjallaheim/Saoafellslond

ALLIES: Willan Tal Black Sgáire Ragnar the Untested Kosca Gaelt Savoh Muska Dorian Sicarrio Tiberius Noel Strasza Rika Hiro

'Oh, ya beauty! We won't be bored after all, Shugg. We have ourselves a Helgardi counterattack to keep us occupied after all, just what the doctor ordered.'

Looking over the landscape of Sauafellslond, as another snowstorm blew over the rugged mountain passes and into the megalopolis itself, the distance-reticle of the optics had been rendered completely useless to Major Barran in his turn on the periscope; thermals would be of better help to his efforts, keeping an eye out for any foes who would pop up on the horizon. To Lord Erskine's luck, more than a few Helgardians had shown up to take back what they had been losing to the NIO consistently by that point, and it looked as if the locals were fixing on doing what their scattered allies had tried to do to the 501st, surrounding the Lord-Major's position with the intent to pin down and test the integrity of the Blue-Hearts' defensive perimeter.
Please be stupid enough to try, idiots.... Please, please, pleeeeeease chase us up the mountain in a snowstorm. I beg you!

'Shugg to CC One! Hold the line until my signal for a fighting retreat. Happy hunting, Myles. Blue-Heart Bravo out!'

<"SAOR GU WOAD-MACUSHLAAAAAA!!!">
Myles, you absolute legend.... We'll be free soon, and you can bank on that, mate. Tal's makin' sure o' that!

As the ACV's inhabitants laughed off the response, taking the morale-boost for the blessing it was, as the Blue-Heart Battalion (along with Black Sgáire's Carrack Rangers filling the weaker parts of the perimeter) sat tight as the distant Helgardi advance quickened; remaining so until the first blaster shots fizzled through the snow in their general direction, remaining still as if they were statues in memoriam to the deeds they were yet to endeavour. As soon as the first ricochets bounced off the armoured plating of the Cataphracts' front bumper-grills, every tank in the near-vicinity could be heard unleashing the beginnings of a monumental sustained-fire barrage, and without the need for Carbonite to aid their efforts; the snowy, biting-cold weather would make it much easier to control the temperature of the turrets' barrels, thus giving them more reason to adhere to the element's original intended purpose.

Some rockets would make it through the lines, but to little effect, especially with the weather affecting the accuracy of their launchers; obsolete tech would always have problems against the armour of the Cataphracts, but such stray rockets would have meaner intentions for all those among the Blue-Hearts unfortunate enough to be adopting infantry roles in that moment. Some would land in unknown spots within the perimeter, (landing little segments of payloads into the snowy face of the plateau behind them) though some would land nearer, causing damage and casualties to equipment and soldiers alike, a sad-but-acceptable circumstance for the stern-willed men of Galidraan 3 to deal with.

Nothing would stop them from holding the line, however, much to the relief of the officers who remained; Bastion had taken a large amount of their fighting best from them, though the Blue-Hearts were still showing to be formidable opponents on Helgard so far. Returning fire with frightening increases in intensity, as they increased the momentum of each individual tank-crew's firing rate with each second that passed, and all the husks of the buildings they had only just advanced through (less than an hour beforehand) were being reduced to snow-covered, knee-high dust and rubble without even exerting themselves yet.

<"Oeg to Blue-Heart Alpha! They're still pushing in, though it's obvious they're flagging. How do we proceed?">

'Barran to ENX One! Let's slowly bait them uphill, you lead the movement while we cover it. Blue-Heart Alpha out!'

As the infantry and engineers got to the nearest plateau, another defensive position was put in place, one such that offered perches for the entire southern side of the perimeter, the area expected to be hit the hardest by the encircling Helgardi. The lower-parts of the mountain's north face would be far too difficult for the locals to charge on, as the terrain there was much rougher than the ground on the mountain's other side, and the walkers were already standing at overlooking crests when the northern part of the encirclement began to take place. The enemy were all too willing to die heroes' deaths, and Lord Erskine, as unperturbed as he was by their forlorn advance, was all too happy to oblige them in the best way he knew how.

'Barran to CC One! Let's stop this mucking-about caper already..... Ready the AT-shells!'

<"AFFIRMATIVE, MILORD!!! WATCH THIS!!!!">

No orders had been issued from Myles to his Cataphracts, none in the slightest to even be heard in local-comms, but as soon as the senior tank-crew fired their first AT shell, every other tank around him followed suit, with all the others catching on soon after. The destruction was proving quite visceral by this point, as Barran was seeing entire units atomized from a distance; all the warm colours would eventually fade out and leave warm blood-spatter residues around the area until the snow either covered or froze the thermal-glowing sanguine where it landed. After seeing such savage implementation of his orders, Lord Erskine couldn't help but wonder if the tank-crews had become competent enough to hear the difference in shell-weight, as they seemingly continued to progress into supreme-competence before his very eyes, a sight that gave him hope and relief all at once.
Well, that wasn't trained into them anyways..... How did Shugg know they'd all follow-suit like that? Wild, man! I love it!
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[Onansi of Thyrsus]

Location: Helgard, Hjallaheim
Objective: Reinforce the New Imperials
Retinue: Onansi's Sun Guards
Equipment: Gilgamesh Powersuit, Sword, Shield
Proximity: Tiberius, Tulan Kor , The Grim Lady , Joesph Leigh, Willan Tal

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The rocket traveled rapidly for the two remaining Confederacy soldiers. Spearing right for the very earth that Joesph Leigh stood upon, Onansi turned away just as the explosion occurred. Detonating at the feet of the hostiles and casting snow, ice, and rock and bodies in every direction. Shifting his weight, he leaned in, not bothering to wait for the snow to settle before continuing on his route down the hill.

Ahead, the Sun Guards joined in the charge of Gladius and Demon Company.

Having spared little more than a few seconds to deal with the flanking forces higher up the mountain in the form of the Confederate operatives, Onansi brought up the rear of the charging host.

Shield covered in the blood of the Helgardi that he had slayed upon landing, he watched as the combined New Imperials and Sun Guards charged a structure built into the snow. The fortress, one of the multiple sources of fire that had kept the Imperials pinned down was to be there victim, and with death in their eyes, they charged.

Jetpack sparking furiously, he groaned, his lower body coming forwards as he swept in low. The Thyrsian Warlord in all his golden splendor touched the frozen earth again, not faltering for a single step as he fell in amongst Tulan Kor's Demon Company. Xiphos in hand, he raised it above his head and forwards to their target.

In his ear, the rest of his Company continued their individual battles across the mountain range. Hundreds of soldiers assaulting dozens of bases, emplacements, and defensive lines at varying levels on each of the mountains that the Helgardi had chosen to stage a defense. From the wrist that held the Xiphos vibrosword, the implemented rocket fired again, leading ahead of the group to explode on contact with the towering walls. And for the briefest moments, the torrent of fire upon them paused.

But only for a moment.

And then it resumed.

It's what they were paid for.

"FOR THE COMPANY!" ​

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[Jorus Fel]

G L A D I U S
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
501st STORMTROOPER LEGION
BLIZZARD FORCE
NIO // ALIES // Irveric Tavlar @ | Willan Tal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Ravraa Vyshraal | Tulan Kor | Noel Strasza | Onansi of Thyrsus
TSE // ENEMIES // Joesph Leigh // UX-0626
В _ П У Т Ь

The Captain cries
Bring their demise
Our blood is given in devotion to the Imperator
Within the bloody thunderstorm of the condemned Sith horde

T H E _ R E T U R N _ O F _ G L A D I U S _ C O M P A N Y​

Bayonet-charging up the fortress,
Hjallaheim, Helgard

Redemption. I held the banner myself; a deadly polearm in the right hands. Redemption. For I had lost it at the gates of Fortress Carnifex during the reclamation of Bastion. Redemption. For all the brothers and sisters who fell following the banner to impending doom into the heart of darkness. Redemption. For those not among us - Belisarius, Agrippa, Krayt, Bingo, Hooks, Hawkeye, Faceless. Redemption. For those among us - Espada, Rebel, Bigfoot, Dumdum, Widow; who soon would not be as we charged at the Sith's executioner sword upon this deathly slope.

Spattered with blood, the Company stabbed and skewered onward. No orders, no formation, each trooper strove to be ahead of the rest; chests exposed defiantly at Death. A tempest swept up the slope; unrelenting, unforgiving. No Helgardi, No Sith was spared. All came under the blade.

Company troopers fell around me, one by one - Imperial sons and daughters mowed by the repulsive fire of a repeating blaster in a foxhole. I refused to close my eyes at the inevitable end of the road for me and if Fortuna, herself, graced me for my boldness with the appearance of the black-and-red Demons forming an escort around me. Tulan Kor's machine gun shattering the foxhole bringing it down on the Sith. Yet, where one fox hole collapsed, another three propped up out of nowhere. Death's cackled in the horizon.

A thunderous blitz cracked Her face to pieces. A hail of shells pierced the sky silencing Sith minds and hearts.

The Galidraanis had arrived.

"URAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

​

The Company roared to life as the Galidraani armor brigade rolled through our executioners-to-be. Our tattered banner waved in the air with replenished vigor and lion hearts flocked forward to the fortress.

<"The Imperator's flag - look!"> Dumdum called through the comms.

<"ONWARD!">

We crashed into the opening provided by Doom Division and the Thyrsians, what resistance we faced we sent to the Gods. Our reunion with our brothers-in-arms of the rest of the 501st was met with a roar of jubilation and bayonets into Sith skulls. As the Galidranis locked out and secured the deathly slope we all prayed to forever forget, we quickly set to forming defensive positions within the fortress overlooking the bulk of the city nestled between peaks below; as fast as possible, while our adrenaline still surged coursed strongly through our veins.

As the Imperator's own unit mopped up the rest of the fortress, I found myself staring through binoculars down at the city from our vantage point on the eastern side of the fortress - the same side through which he had stormed through. Our previous location down the slope was cleared of resistance by the ruthless Galidraanis, while those who were able to retreat had hurried down back in the midst of the city below. Casualty reports rolled through my HUD providing me with a grim outlook of the situation.

We were less than half the strength with which we had arrived.

"...that's carnage." Bigfoot pointed out, shaking his head. He'd lost the most, Rebel had lost the least.

"Well, what else you've got in mind, huh?!" Espada grumbled.

All my sergeants looked battered, even if they still showed unending strength to shout each other to death.

"Bigfoot's right, Espada." Rebel agreed solemnly. "This slope is barely anything compared to the descent into the capital city." he gestured at the sprawling mixture of defensive emplacements leading down into the capital city.

" 'ave the Galidraanis barrage 'em all day, all night?" Dumdum suggested.

Widow shook her head curtly, "That'd take weeks for a city that size. The Imperator wants Helgard on a plate now. Timing is paramount if we are to launch a siege on Kaas from here."

"Well, the Imperator can suc-" Rebel began but his voice disappeared as the Imperator himself passed by, going further into the fortress with a polearm in hand.

"Yeah, I thought so, too, Rebel." Espada snickered mocking her comrade.

A private interrupted us, an exchange of salutes, then, "Captain, Brigadier General Tal of the Galidraani Armor Brigade is looking for you."

"Yeah? Get 'im over."

The private nodded and hurried away. In his stead, the tall man with a fancy mustache and a fancier military outfit arrived. While the Company's sergeants were slow to salute, something they actually often forgot due to most's mercenary backgrounds, I went for a forearm handshake.

"Appreciate the blitz. We would've been strewn all across the slope now, otherwise."

Rebel grumbled something about timely arrival but Espada shoved him hard in the ribs and all of my sergeants drifted away from the two of us.

Except Tulan Kor who remained in our presence.

"Take a look for yourself, General." I gave him the macro binoculars to see the predicament in which found ourself in. An unconquerable capital city surrounded by more defensive emplacements that I had ever seen before. "The Imperator wants this now. Hate to admit it but it's damn impossible."