The Burned
Objective: I - Shatterpoint
Location: Near the Crashed Mawite Star Destroyer
Tags: Open Rose Dorce
- 1x Company of Knyghts of the Maw
- Total: 200 Men divided as follows:
- Squad 1: 25 Knyghts
- Squad 2: 25 Knyghts
- Squad 3: 25 Knyghts
- Squad 4: 25 Knyghts
- Squad 5: 25 Knyghts
- Squad 6: 25 Knyghts
- Squad 7: 25 Knyghts
- Squad 8: 25 Knyghts
- Total: 200 Men divided as follows:
- 2x Regiments of Brutetrooper Auxiliaries
- Total: 4,000 Men divided as follows
- 1st Battalion: 400 Men
- 2nd Battalion: 400 Men
- 3rd Battalion: 400 Men
- 4th Battalion: 400 Men
- 5th Battalion: 400 Men
- 6th Battalion: 400 Men
- 7th Battalion: 400 Men
- 8th Battalion: 400 Men
- 9th Battalion: 400 Men
- 10th Battalion: 400 Men
- Total: 4,000 Men divided as follows
- 1x Regiment of Sith Troopers (Armor)
- Total: 2,000 Men divided as follows:
- 1st Battalion: 400 Men
- 2nd Battalion: 400 Men
- 3rd Battalion: 400 Men
- 4th Battalion: 400 Men
- 5th Battalion: 400 Men
- Total: 2,000 Men divided as follows:
- 2x Armored Divisions Comprised of the Following:
- (40) HV-22W ‘Kraken’ Heavy Assault Walkers (Modified and Repurposed To Showcase Sith Iconography)
- (80) Raider Walkers
He could still feel it as if it were yesterday.
The flames; the scent of burning flesh as every inch of his body screamed in pain. Saevius had died on the killing fields of Noris amidst a pile of ignited rubble. He was born again through iron and steel; willed back among the living by the graces of his brothers of the New Sith Order.
Even still, a part of him judged both his servants and his peers for the rare act of consideration. He had proven himself weak as he fell to the simple ploy of a mere NIO soldier, deserving only of a painful and ignoble death. Yet here he was, standing 2 meters tall and encased in solid metal alloy etched in the ancient tongues of his predecessors. Today, he was a near-perfect marriage between what could be achieved through both the technological wonders of the age, and the ancient secrets of the Dark Side. And perhaps to a greater extent than ever before, he felt pure hatred coursing through his proverbial veins.
Previously, Saevius was able to control his emotions; not because he was afraid of them, nor felt that to give vent to his emotions would weaken him to some degree - but because he could. He wielded his hatred, pride, and at times his pain like a weapon. He felt that measured use of such emotions made them all the more powerful when they were needed, rather than always balancing them on a knife’s edge.
But as of late, he found it hard to remain in control of his anger - impossible even. Despite the miracles of modern technology being applied to keep him alive, he held onto the sheer humiliation of what happened to him as if it were yesterday. In another life, he was an Imperial Inquisitor - responsible for the breaking and conversion of hundreds of political dissidents throughout the Sith Empire. In more recent history, he had approached the pinnacle of the power he had so desperately striven for in the years that followed the collapse of the Empire.
Now, he was reduced to... “life” that was a mockery of the word. In the beginning, he yearned for the death that had almost overtaken him on the plains of Noris. The doctors and scientists under his service had all encouraged him that this was a normal feeling, and that it would subside.
They were fools.
The only thing that kept him going was the prospect of visiting his vengeance upon all of whom she held dear. He would erase any memory of her from the galaxy.
Of course, he had no way of knowing for sure whether Anith’s sister would be here, but intelligence had established her unit had been deployed, and was currently positioned along the New Imperial battle line near the Elysium flank. To Saevius, the choice was simple.
Strategically, his army could do much to reinforce that of The Mongrel . Saevius turned to his military commanders - a combination of Final Dawn officers adorned in pristine uniforms, as well as the towering armored hulks of Knyght lord commanders. As the guns aboard the marooned Crucifix-II star destroyer began lobbing artillery fire upon the enemy positions, the Sith Lord gave the order. ”Send 6 battalions of auxiliaries to form a battleline against the NIO right flank to support the Mongrel’s offensive against the Temple with walker support. Mobilize the remaining auxiliary regiments to the foothills on the east side of the engagement zone so as to establish overlooks of the battle area and dig in. Our Sith Trooper regiment shall escort the remainder of our forces during the advance. I--”
Saevius paused. A tingle shivered down his... “spine”, with the faint traces of a familiar presence at the fringe of his reach in the force. It was a presence he had only felt once, but slightly... different.. For a moment, he almost discounted it; until realization washed upon him.
Although his metallic face was unmovable in its expressions, if he could smile - he would have done so. ’Rose...’
“I will take two squads of Knyghts with me, and two platoons of Sith troopers. We shall punch through the NIO Line. I have a debt to repay.”
- Saevius waxes poetic about his current plight.
- His army moves out, with the majority mobilizing against the NIO, and a minority of forces (around 33%) mobilizing to the foothills shown in the map (red line).
- Saevius assembles a strike force to visit an old friend.