Annihilation Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

[The Mongrel]

The Temple Ruins
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Location: Tython, Jedi Temple Ruins
Tags: Zark San Tekka | Maple Harte | Kirie | Westenra Mina | Wedge Draav | Scylla AI | Aerys Myrrine

Spoiler: TL;DR

• TEMPLE RUINS
  • Alliance air support inflicts heavy casualties
  • Mawite anti-vehicle walkers try to shoot down the gunships
  • When the Jedi attacks the walkers, the Scav Kings move to intervene
  • Mawite fighters and bombers arrive from orbit and engage the Alliance gunships
  • The growing sinkhole swallows some Mawites, and hopefully disrupts Alliance defenses
• FLOODED PLAINS
  • The Mawite rearguard struggles to hold out
  • The bulk of the Mawite fighters and bombers arrive to hold back the ships attacking Akar Kesh
    • Some Divine Eagles make bombing runs against the Rhand-class cruiser
  • Onas throws a thundahvelin in an attempt to detonate the seismic charges

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Zark San Tekka | Kirie | Scylla AI
Aerys Myrrine | Wedge Draav
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Wave upon wave of Mawites crashed upon the temple.

For those defenders who managed to survive past the initial assault, the experience was oddly reminiscent of some kind of gruesome arcade game, with an escalating "difficulty curve" of incoming savages. The Moon Children, fierce but easily mowed down, had come first. Then the Aspirants, better armed and armored and just a bit more tactical, but hardly enough to fully overwhelm entrenched positions. Then the Tarar veterans, with much more advanced weaponry and much better tactics, providing fire support from behind them.

And then the walkers, armed and armored and deadly.

It was a textbook lesson in attrition warfare. Force the enemy to face your weakest and most expendable first, using up their resources and depleting their numbers and energy, and then send in the troops you actually expect to break their line. Like a craftsman scoring a line into glass before breaking it, the strategy was to weaken, then shatter. Of course, it was never so simple in practice. The Alliance forces had assets that were not easily countered by the Brotherhood: Jedi for one, and highly effective air support for another.

If the Alliance pilots kept score of ground kills like some did with fighter kills, they were going to have a lot of tally marks to paint on their helmets when this battle was done. Every pass left dozens more Mawites in pieces on the bloodstained valley floor, ripping though hardened veteran and green aspirant alike, threatening the momentum of the entire advance. The Brotherhood had no good answer to this; with their war skiffs largely knocked out on the approach, all they could do was have the anti-vehicle walkers fire skyward.

And at the speed the gunships were moving, they'd need a lot of luck.

Now, with the Jedi squaring off against those walkers, the Scar Hounds were in a bad position. Losing them would mean losing their last AA defense, the last disincentive to strafe their lines at will. It was time to intervene with what forces they had left, though even then their chances against a Jedi Master were slight at best. Still, they had come here ready to die, and die they would, all in the name of the Dark Voice. Clomping forward in their mighty battleframe war suits, the Scav Kings moved down the hill, firing their heavy weapons freely.

Their goal: to force the Jedi back from the walkers.

They were the last reserves, the resources that their commanders had hoped to save for an assault on Kaleth, but there was no saving them any longer; if they could not win this fight and drive the enemy back, there would be no assault on Kaleth. Fortunately for the Scar Hounds, three things happened that aided them in this battle. The first was the arrival of the Galidraani First Battalion's First Company, for although they wreaked a bloody toll on the Mawite flank, they also seemed poised to engage and thus distract the Alliance.

And they might pull away one Jedi to deal with them.

Second was Taskmaster Tu'teggacha's fateful command: that all the strike craft in Strike Force Bogan descend to Tython and aid the ground forces. While most focused upon the battle raging west of Akar Kesh, upon the Flooded Plains, two squadrons broke off to aid the Scar Hound assault on the valley. One was composed of Thornwaves, the standard fighter craft of the marauder warfleet. The other was made up of Doomsayers, the unusual missile boat fighter-bomber of the Brotherhood. Theirs was a powerful synergy.

Doomsayers had no blaster cannons; their guns were all ion cannons, rapidly draining enemy shields and frying their systems, opening them up to the craft's concussion missiles. Thornwaves, on the other hand, came armed with blaster and plasma cannons, the kind of weapons that could melt through armor and annihilate hulls. It made for a perfect one-two punch: disable the shields, destroy the frame. The bomblets and missiles were just a bonus, weapons that could be used to attack enemy ground positions if the skies were clear.

Now they were coming for Wedge Draav and company.

The third and final advantage came from the continued machinations of the Scylla AI. As the bomb beneath the temple went off, the force of the explosion slamming against the Jedi's force shield, a great sinkhole opened in the floor of the valley. Warriors tumbled into the widening gap, and Mawites were not spared from this fate... but such a collapse would be far more damaging to a static defensive line than to a mobile, charging horde. But would these advantages be enough to break the mighty defenders of the temple?

Only time would tell.

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Maple Harte | Westenra Mina
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House Io was getting reinforcements.

For the beleaguered Scar Hound rear guard, that was disastrous news. There would be no help descending from orbit for them, no chance to replenish the heavy casualties they were suffering all across the Flooded Plains - now flooded with lava more than water. They had been intended to be part of the assault on Kaleth, an assault that looked increasingly as though it would never occur, with one part of the attack force stranded here and the other held up at the temple ruins. Now they were surrounded by a vast legion of foes.

But the Dark Voice had not promised them victory in this life. The Avatars were ageless beings, the three faces of the cycle that drove all of time; to the gods that ruled the universe, let alone this one galaxy within it, individual lives were so small and fleeting that they were hardly even noticeable. They did not provide salvation on a case-by-case basis, but en masse, deliverance for the hordes of faithful willing to die in their name. They were the Only Truth, the foundation of reality itself. That made them the only cause worth fighting for.

Worth dying for, at that.

Outsiders would never understand, of course. If your gods are so powerful, they would sneer, why do they need mortal instruments? Can't they do what they want themselves? It was the kind of boring question that every religion had dealt with at some point. It assumed that gods were really just very powerful people, rather than what they truly were: fundamental forces of existence. The Three Avatars didn't need the Maw; they were the Maw, and a billion other things besides. Their will guided this entire conflict, both sides of it.

They fanned the flames that would burn down this galaxy.

It was the inevitable cycle of nature.

Why does an omnipotent being need a planet-destroying superweapon? It doesn't. But that weapon and its builders exist because of the concepts that the Avatars themselves embody. Every galactic war arises as an imitation of War, the perfect truth of conflict embodied as a cosmic god. Every being experiences death as a reflection of Death personified. And when that dead individual's atoms scatter to the solar winds, they enter a million new things, plants and animals and rocks and starship hulls, and that is Rebirth.

The gods ARE, and they are unavoidable.

They are simply facets of life.

So believed the Mawites, anyway. Was it all a cunning deception by the one called Solipsis, a way to marshal millions upon millions of followers to smite his enemies and further his plans to seize ultimate power? Perhaps. But to the true believers of the Brotherhood, even victory and defeat were irrelevant in the scheme of things. They served the truth, admitted the underpinnings of reality. They fought for gods who could not lose, even when the marauders themselves did, because all War and all Death and all Rebirth served them.

So although they felt despair as the shuttles descended, unleashing yet another invincible slaughter machine to tear its way through their ranks, they pushed that despair aside. In service to the One Truth, they had found enlightenment, and that enlightenment would allow them to escape the dark and violent end of this brutal galactic cycle. One way or another, the prolonged and stagnant age of the Jedi would come to an end... but those who died now in service to the Three Avatars would not be forced to live through these awful times.

They would pass on directly to the Galaxy To Come.

A better galaxy, where none stood above them.

All of these teachings and beliefs echoed in the mind of Onas Korv as she crossed the field, flitting from cover to cover. Sweat poured down her face as clouds of steam billowed overhead and the earth itself smoked and churned. If she was going to die, she wanted to believe. She wanted to find a death that would show the Avatars that she was among the enlightened, that she deserved to be delivered from this age of suffering and through the gates of paradise. To do that, she had to defend the Prophet upon his mountain.

The Dark Voice was the greatest source of Truth...

... and that truth was needed to set the galaxy free.

In the skies overhead, the many squadrons dispatched from Strike Force Bogan descended to join the battle, lashing out at the House Io fighters that had dared profane the holy slopes of Akar Kesh. Thornwaves and Doomsayers streaked in for that combo punch, dropping shields with their ion cannons before opening up with blasters, plasma cannons, and concussion missiles on their now-exposed prey. A great horde of Darkshear swarm fighters, each squadron remotely puppeteered by a Heathen Priest, intercepted incoming fire.

Most elite of all, though few in number, were the mighty Knyghts in their Divine Eagle fighters. Force-sensitive and cybernetically interfaced with their craft, their targeting instincts and reaction times were second to none. The war had bled away many of their order, the various Knyght Houses badly depleted over a decade of conflict, but those who remained were the best of the best, veterans of dozens of battles. They would fight hard, their beam cannons and proton bombs smashing through the ranks of the foe.

Their bombing runs would come for the Rhand cruiser, too.

Onas had no starship, or heavy weapon, or Force gift. She had only her combat-hardened self and her will to matter in what were likely to be her last moments. In her hands she held a thundahvelin, carefully protecting its head from the oppressive heat so that it didn't go off early. She couldn't bring down a starfighter or shatter the cruiser or kill... probably even one of these nigh-invincible nuetralizers. But maybe one thundahvelin in the right place could make all the difference in the world. She prayed that it could.

Ahead of her, among the Io forces pushing their way through Mawite lines, she could see a group of the House's infamous sorcerers. They appeared to be levitating a trio of what could only be bombs of some kind... bombs they would no doubt unleash against the Prophet, given the chance. Onas wouldn't let that happen, not as long as there was strength left in her body. From this distance, setting them off would no doubt pulverize her to a fine ooze... but if that would aid the battle effort, she was unafraid. She charged.

Back on Shor, when she'd been a child, Onas had been a champion javelin thrower, competing with other secondary school teams and always coming out on top. Maybe she should've taken that scholarship instead of starting down the road that would lead her here... but it was too late for regrets now. With a mighty pump of her broad shoulders and heavily-muscled arms, she hurled her thundahvelin at the floating trio of bombs, the high explosive stick weapon set (as always) to detonate on impact. It flew, fast and far.

Onas closed her eyes. Let my aim be true.

 

[Yu Karloo]

Location: Surface of Tythion
Objective: Enter the ancient Je'Daii Temple Vur Tepe

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Tag: Ivory Stroud Kruhlaish
The Nautolan inhaled as she tightened the straps of her gear harness. Yu noted an acrid tang, as if the small ship's system struggled to clean the air in the crowded cabin. The sensitive nerves along her head tendrils tasted the anticipation of many in the group. Large, black eyes studied the company. Heavily armed, the group was not part of the larger conflict raging on the same planet. No, they were the opportunists, who took advantage of the chaos of an existential war for lucrative gain. The risk was high, slipping into a planetary war zone, but the prize, if Ivory Stroud was right, would be equally phenomenal. Yu had faith that the Donna was indeed right.

Ivory appeared from the cockpit, with orders for final prep. The Nautolan mobster had donned her Arx Bodysuit Armor, with a Spice Runner Special hanging from each hip. Yu slipped the short electrostaff into its place across her back. A small VT-Sliid Gun was tucked away within her suit as well. She peered outside a nearby viewport, seeing that the eerie blinding clouds had given way to landscape, volcanic mountains, and what could only be the Temple.

Yu was no historian or archeologist. She had been a thief, a confidence woman, noblewoman and pirate. But she was not without depth. It was no mere pretty bauble they sought to secure that day. It was monumental in reputation and significance. Yes, it would bring an amazing amount of cash, but not because of what it was made of. It's immense value was in the information it contained. If the Family had taught Yu anything, it was that when it came to what truly had value, it was information. So Yu studied up on the temple, the artifact, the planet. She liked to think of herself more cultured than a simple snatch and grab thief. The Family was much more than that.

The ship settled onto the surface and the ramp dropped. As she followed down the gangway, heated air struck Yu's face, drying her nostrils. Volcanic ash crunched under her boots as she moved. There would be no wandering, no exploring. Their mission was single in nature. Find the Codex and get out alive.

 

[Viz Harridan]

Location: Tython
Objective: Locate & Enter the ancient Je'Daii Temple Vur Tepe.
Tags: Kruhlaish Yu Karloo, members of The Family​

“Everyone, final checks. We’ll touch down & move directly to the site. Stay together; I don’t want to remain here any longer than is necessary.”

Viz Harridan, suddenly finding herself curse-free thanks to the newfangled containment "spell" on The Eye, glided in the slipstream of Ivory's Corvette, seeming to all the world like a tiny shadow. Ivory's orders came over the comm and Snitch, who'd been asleep in the hollow behind her seat made an angry chirping sound.

To say they were late to the party was an understatement, but this battle wasn't theirs to fight, as The Donna had made absolutely clear. There was no telling what havoc this battle would have on the planet itself and she wanted to be well away from that when it happened. Her own sordid history with ancient artifacts hadn't kept her from volunteering for this mission. She knew they would possibly need a mechanic and her own work with older technology of the older era was not to be understated, so she could bring SOMETHING to the table at least.

She continued to shadow the Corvette landing the V-wing to the side of it and allowing CAB to power it down instead of doing it manually. She raised the hatch, unstrapping her helmet and freeing herself from the crash webbing. The air smelled acrid and she wondered if she should rethink wearing a face-covering but thought better of it. She clipped on her belt, clipped with her welder, hydrospanner, lightsaber, and blaster holster. She tossed her brown hair up into a mess of piled curles and put her goggles on, tapping the HUD interface before clamboring down from her ship, Snitch clinging to her shoulders.

Her own mind was clouded with a serious melancholy as her feet touched ground. The foreboding was palpable. Her Kowakian Monkey Lizard shivered as a breeze picked up, and she signaled CAB to stay put. They wouldn't be here that long and they may need a quick escape route. For once, her three ever-companion personalities were gravely silent. Instead of reveling in it, it added to her own anxiety.

It was going to be a long day, leading into a longer night.

 

[Sasha Kryze]

B L O O D S P O R T

Sasha watched the cam feed from their scout detachment with Kranak, watching as she ship bore down on them. Call it the nagging feeling Shai was already on the planet, but she could feel what was going to happen before it did. Though watching it play out, that was difficult. It might as well had been her and Kranak. And she couldn't imagine how Kranak felt about this. The Krayt and him had been friends for a long time, maybe since Sasha herself was still a child. And now she had adopted a new war. New Friends, New enemies... New scores to settle.

Shai had officially become a score to settle. So, when Kranak took off in pursuit of the wardog, she was on his six, internalizing what she felt for the moment, the tunnel vision still set in, she wished she could be invisible for a while, beeline directly towards her, though that didn't seem like it would be necessary. Eventuall, the fantasies of what would happen were gone, and instead her boots had landed on the same soil that Shai's inhabited in close range. Definitely within weapons fire range.

<”We take her together,”>

She nodded once, not able to find the words she wanted to use. She didn't really have anything snarky, or quippy to say. Sasha was just wondering how it would turn out. Another fight, against a stronger, more experienced Mandalorian. Though she had experience on her side as well, and for now, she would let him work. Her mind wandered however to the still smoldering corpses that littered the battlefield, before regarding Shai head on.

<”I was wondering when you would decide to show your ugly mug,”> he finally said out loud; his voice as cold and harsh as Kestri’s unforgiving winter as he came to a halt, assuming a defensive stance twenty feet before his long-time comrade. Trying to incur her wrath to act brash in the fight, the giant had begun taunting her. <”Drawn to bloodshed, like flies over a rotting carcass.”> Barely contained anger and hatred dripped from his words, yet the doings of the Wardog was not the cause. He was fueled by his hatred towards the Sith, witnessing how ignoble they continued to be, turning brother and sister alike against each other. Underneath the firm, unwavering shell of his hatred lied pain, deep sorrow for his comrade and perturbation for the duel that was about to ensue.

"Pu'yida" (Shame)

She spoke aloud, still not holding her scattergun in an offensive manner yet, she would now lock in on Shai, holding the weapon in both hands and cracking her neck to one side. When Kranak went airborne, she followed suit, but would take a different path, seemingly taking Kranak's words in a very in and out manner. She would rocket towards Shai and attempt to open the festivities with a Keldabe kiss immediately. It might very well hurt her as well, but she couldn't care; fighting Shai was going to take a fair amount of savagery.

Sasha wasn't a Shistavanen by any means, but it didn't mean she couldn't fight like one. Depending on the actions Shai took, her assault wouldn't end there however.

Shai Maji Kranak Vizsla


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[Roxy Rizzan]

T H O R N
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
SOUTHERN KALESH PLAINS, TEMPLE VALLEY | TYTHON
ALLIES: DECEASED Erskine Barran | Hall Mannarra | Annor E-059 | Julian Qar | Bex Tarring | Aerys Myrrine | Jas Katis | Asanté Tsilor | Ollis Barran | Nukth Kelga'an | Jerec Yularen | @whoever else I missed | NIO | Enclave | Hellion
ENEMIES: Everybody else (you'll get tagged if you're important)
ENGAGING: Darth Saevius
GEAR: Armour | Pistol | Rifle | Shotgun | Vibroblade | Vibroknife | Grenade loadout | 6th "Boom" Platoon - 501st Legion

SOLDIERS​

"Mount up, ladies. We're going to some shindig."

Rose marched up to her soldiers as they all stood ready for orders, the marked armour of the 501st imposing in its stillness amidst the see of chaos.
"Where are we on the enemy troop movements?" she asked Danny.
"They split up. Some are engaging our forces to the northwest while others are engaging on the eastern flank. A relative contingent is advancing in our direction, however. Two squads of Knyghts with two platoons worth of what seems to be Sith Troopers." he reported.
"Oh that's manageable then. I was expecting a shitstorm." Rose said. "Jolly good."

She faced her troops.
"Right. Geier, take your squad move with us on our western flank and dig in. On my mark, I want 'To whom it may concern' letters sent to those fuckers. Marshaw, take your guys to move with us on our eastern flank - I want normal particle cover from you. The rest of you, on me. And hold the line, you shits, come hell or high water. We are the Fist. Let's show these freaks what that means." she ordered with no motions at all. Her men knew what needed to happen.

Just then, Carwood's order rang clear over the comms.

<"All marked units, this is McGechin! Listen up an' listen up well.... ATTACK-ORDER ON MY MARK - ADVAAAAAANCE!!!!">

"You heard the man. Godspeed, Imperials. Ave Rurik. Ave Empire. Move out!" She signaled them with a raised fist and they returned the gesture with the unison warcry that would chill bones,

"AVE EMPIRE!"​

With that, they moved out in unison, the flanking squads moving in tandem with the rest.
"You got your wits about you, Rosebud?" Danny asked her quietly as they advanced.
"Same as any other day in this Legion, Evans. If a Sith or Mawite is stupid enough to stand in front of me, it dies. Simple as that." she stated simply.
"Careful of the bravado." he said.
"I'm not my sister, Evans. And neither are my men her men. I was designated to this legion for a reason." she said, her visor whipping towards him.
"You're right. Of course. I'm sorry. I just don't want to bury another one of you." Danny said.
"You won't. Either you and yours fall into the well oiled machine that is 6th Platoon or you stay behind and let us do what we do best." Rose snapped. It was inherently clear that she was not her sister.

Upon their steady advance, however, images flooded her mind of her sister in her last moments on Noris. Rose's jaw clenched and crimson eyes burnt bright behind her helmet. Never again. She would never again allow something like that to happen. Vengeance would be hers.

Until hardened training caught up with her mind.

<Get out of my head, fucknut.> she projected in her mind toward Darth Saevius . Years of grueling training to hunt both Sith and Jedi and fighting them in the field had prepared her just for this. It was in that moment that she realised who was advancing towards them. At the same time the sky started raining down boulders and the earth started shaking while fissures erupted with molten rock as the empyrean forces of Light and Dark had their behemoth clash.

Sneering behind her helmet at the absurdity of it all, Rose let loose with a SITREP to all forces under DECEASED Erskine Barran 's extension, Lord Carwood.
:: All units, this is Lieutenant Dorce. Mawite forces advancing Southward on all flanks are spearheaded by a powerful Sith Lord. Prepare and take care to face his onslaught while contending with the environment. Thorn out! ::

Upon realising who it was coming for them, the shit was about to hit the fan.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

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Location: Jedi Temple Ruins
Allies: Coren Starchaser Celeste Rigel Caltin Vanagor Tracyn Ordo Zark San Tekka Cotan Sar'andor Romi Jade Justice Lesan Asha Vynea Asmundr Varobalder | Team Lightside
Enemies: Darth Libertas | Team Darkside
Engaging: Ardana Vorco

At his behest, or perhaps by some unseen force, Caltin sprang to life just as Xanesh approached, having restored her strength and proceeded to track down her intended prey. Thurion helped the man to his feet, only for Master Vanagor to address the Lady Sith with some inspired words. Then, true to his unyielding nature, Caltin tapped his rescuer on the shoulder before wading back into the fray. The level of mutual respect between the two grizzled warriors was immense, and theirs was a bond of brotherhood forged in the fires of war over the course of countless conflicts.

No doubt the big guy was off to get himself into some more trouble before the day was done. So were they all at this point.

With no more distractions requiring his immediate attention, Thurion once more stared down the Sith Lord with regained focus. Nothing would come between them this time; their fates would be decided in the next coming minutes. His next actions would decide whether he came home fresh off another victory, or was returned home for a funeral befitting the High King of Midvinter. He'd made his peace with that when he accepted Coren's call for aid.

Thurion Heavenshield's last act as a Jedi was to be the protection of the Jedi homeworld, regardless of its outcome.

"Beg your pardon, my lady," he spoke, drawing his trusty lightsaber yet again, thumbing the ignition to bathe the surrounding area in azure. "I've someone waiting for me to come home, and you've put yourself between the Lion and his pride for the last time!"

His robes tattered and scorched from the prior onslaught of Sith lightning, Thurion raised his off-hand to his shoulder and gave it a sharp tug, ripping the fabric clean from his torso. Ever did his ancestry and his beliefs war for control, and this was one time that the warrior in him won out as he stood before his enemy baring his Valkyri physique for all to witness what had been honed by relentless battle and hardship. A fallen Brother of the Maw lay at his feet, and so Thurion briefly knelt to gather the sanguine liquid from an open wound, then rose as the High King proceeded to adorn his naked skin with the blood of his enemies, dragging his fingers along his bare chest.

All this whilst staring down his prey.

"My ancestors are smiling at me, Sith! Can you say the same?"

The Golden Lion gave in to his namesake as he charged like the berserkers of old, roaring his utter contempt for his foe. Few and far between were the times he'd allow himself to access that ancient rage of war that boiled beneath the surface, ever suppressed by the Jedi serenity. He came at Ardana Vorco with his full might, no longer bothering to hold back.

Where one might anticipate the precise stance of the Jedi arts, there was more focus on overwhelming aggression with brute force behind each strike; putting his weight into his every swing. He was done showing this woman kindness or restraint, for she had proven to be a thorn in his side this entire battle. He had no patience for Sith games when instead he could be spending his time saving the lives of his fellow Jedi.

To cap off his initial combination of attacks, he levitated into the air before coming crashing back down with his fist charged with telekinetic energy, releasing a shockwave as he struck the earth. It had been the signature move back in his prime days of leading the Silver Jedi Order, and had brought about the end of many a witless fools standing in his way.

"ALL-FATHER'S WRATH UPON THEE," he shouted as he came crashing down, as if the High God Himself had taken mortal form.

 

[Dimitri Voltura]

ALLIES: Darth Solipsis | Darth Ptolemis | @whoever else - there's too many of you | BOTM | NSO
ENEMIES: Everybody else (I'll tag if you're important)
ENGAGING: Siv Dragr
GEAR: In bio.

ARRIVAL OF THE KING​

The Mando'ad was resourceful.

Dimitri expected no less from his beskar'gamed opponent. But in the Sith Lord's current healing state, choices had to be made on the run as his species' senses picked up the whisper of projectiles headed towards him.

Deflect the darts or the bolts?

The Dragon decided to take his chances with the blasterbolts. So he opted instead to reach out toward the darts with the Force, skidding to a stop in the process, and suspending them in mid air before dropping them harmlessly to the ground. All the while, most blasts splashed harmlessly against the dark red armour, but some found their mark, burning across the unprotected bend of an arm or grazing past his cheek or neck.

The burning pain made the predator snarl as crimson eyes flashed back towards the bounty hunter just as he made a dive for the spear.

Enough was enough.

Throwing his arms wide, lightsaber still in hand, he drew upon the energies throughout the battlefield, willing them to heal him completely. The malice in the crumbling half of the moon and the planet's painfilled response to it was fed upon spiritually, bolstering his own power. It had been centuries since the last time he had bent the very earth to do his bidding. He knew he would not be able to use the Force on the Mandalorian's body proper because of the void-imbued armour.

So a compromise was made.

A fist slammed into the ground, sending an immense Force blast ripping and tearing vehemently through the earth straight to where the Mandalorian had rolled over with his spear at the ready, hoping to rock the man from his feet completely. As a follow-up, Dimitri sprang forward once more with Force enhanced speed, still slightly slow as his body kept feeding on the energies around it, but still faster than normal. The crimson blade snaked out with a lightning slash, aiming to sever the Mando'ade's helmeted head from its armoured shoulders.

The gates of Hell were thrown wide open.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The moon. Falling.

Yes, he felt that. He heard it, and he was doing his best to prevent the fallout from going farther, and from taking down those around him. Were there Mawites? Yes. Were there his people? Absolutely. Saving his own was worth more than harming all of those. His push to keep Darth Libertas at bay worked, and the foe was not trying to kill him for the moment. At least there were honor among some of these foes today.

With the others nearby pushing their energy to the sky, he felt the uncomfortable, sickly feel of the dark side energy. It was the Force, but it was perverted, pulled from a different direction than any Jedi would ever. His energy focused, pulling away from the meld with his extra energy and pushing out determination to protect the world, and stop the moon. He was minorly aware of the other Jedi as beings, but he could feel the pulse of the Force.

And that new energy from Caltin Vanagor .

As the rubble cleared, and the skies were clearing, the Jedi Master turned, watching for Celeste Rigel and Thurion Heavenshield . The other Masters were fine. They were protected. Turning to face his foe, he nodded, respectfully. They would have to watch out for Caltin, and get him out of here. For now? He could be the focus of the dark side.

"Now that that is out of the way. About your surrender and journey away from this world..." His lightsabers, both, were extinguished in his hands.

Elsewhere.

"Rise and fight! The day is not won yet!" Called the Jedi Knight to the charges at his stead. As he spoke, the blue blade of light erupted from his hand, and beings, Sullustan, Mon Cala, humans, and others from the Rim and the Concord worlds rose up, cheering and shouting as they came up over the hill, intent of bridging the gap between themselves and the forces run by Master Zark San Tekka .

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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E N D_O F_A N_E R A
Showdown over Tython

FINAL DAWN
TYTHON , DEEP CORE

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Sularen watched as the Battle raged outside across the space above Tython. At this point the Grand Overseer was already failing to keep up with the pace of the battle with new fleets both allied and hostile showing up and the battlefield becoming an ever growing mess as more and more ships showed up. His trap had been executed, but the battle seemed to be dragging on, and the surprise ambush did not appear to deal the decisive blow the Grand Overseer was expecting. A prolonged battle would be disastrous for the Maw and thus Sularen would have to find a new way to deal with the Tython Accords WITHOUT suffering heavy casualties in the process.It was crucial that the Mawite Fleet did not suffer the same fate as it had at Csilla and Korriban, victorious but seriously damaged, a pyrrhic victory.

"Ugh, i hope Hamilton, Pryce and the other Fleet Commanders know what they are doing" Sularen said as he sighed. "This battle could be our greatest triumph, or could be our undoing" the Grand Overseer said to himself before he turned to the nearest officer. "What's the status of the breaches on Levels 22 and 26" Sularen asked referring to the Enclave and House Io, respectively. Both factions had sent their own boarding parties to the Avatar of War with the latter having brought what seemed to be nuclear weapons. "Regarding the Mandalorians our forces have engaged them although with the chaos that has come with their arrival, we have yet to know whether they have made progress or have been beaten back" the officer replied.

"..and House Io? Have we gotten rid of their nukes?" Sularen asked once more. "Well...they...they.." the stuttering officer was cut off by another officer who finished his sentence. "They somehow managed to keep their boarding party intact which includes the nukes, while all nearby friendlies were sucked out to space" the second officer said. Sularen sighed, House Io had gone from a simple thorn on his side to a major headache. He could only assume they might go after the main reactors or even the feeding enzymes. "Fine." Sularen said in an annoyed tone. "If the cold vacuum of space won't get rid of em, then the Hand of Judgement will. Get Captain Torson, inform him and he and his men are to intercept House Io's boarding party, eliminate every single one of those pests and disarm those nukes. I won't suffer any further stepbacks with the farce that is House Io" the Grand Overseer ordered.

Then suddenly, the Avatar of War then shook as it was struck by the Proton Beam Cannon of the Ragnarök, the Eternal Empire's Star Dreadnought. "Status report?" Sularen ordered. "An Enemy Star Dreadnought, the Ragnarök just opened fire upon us." an officer replied. "What about the Superlase? Is it still intact?" Sularen asked. "Yes sir." the officer said. "Good. Acquire a firing solution on that Dreadnought and fire once the Avatar of War is fully charged." Sularen ordered. "First we get rid of those Dreadnoughts, then their fleets" He proclaimed.

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TASK FORCE SOLIPSIS​
Commander : Admiral Kaine Hamilton
Main Escort Fleet FDS Purifier | [100|094] FDS Despoiler | [100|056] FDS Eradicator | [100|079] Tyrant-Class Star Destroyers | [7/7] TSD-1 | [100|080] TSD-2 | [100|080] TSD-3 | [047|000] TSD-4 | [100|080] TSD-5 | [100|062] TSD-6 | [100|062] TSD-7 | [100|066]
Defensive Fighter Screen TIE/fd Fighters | 58 Squadrons | 568/696 TIE/fd Interceptors | 38 Squadrons | 222/304

The Bridge of the FDS Purifier shook as the five kilometer long Battlecruiser was struck by a volley of turbolaser fire from both the Silver Jedi and Eternal Imperial Fleets. Even with Sularen's Thrawn Pincer maneuver, the enemy pressed their attack with the Pincer maneuver having little effect on the ongoing battle. Already one of Admiral Hamilton's Star Destroyers was on the verge of destruction while the rest of the ships found themselves under heavy assault, their shields slowly being weakened by the continued bombardment from hostile force. Regardless of how much firepower Task Force Solipsis returned upon the Silver Jedi and Eternal Imperial fleets, Admiral Hamilton still felt like it wasn't enough especially with how much pressure they were placing on his fleet.

"Sir, a group of bombers have broken through our screen. They're headed for the Despoiler" an officer proclaimed just before the Admiral bore witness to an attack run carried out by Silver Jedi Bombers upon one of his Battlecarriers. Now his defense screen was starting the fall apart, and if it did it would mean getting swarmed by the larger amount of starfighters sent out by the Tython Accords to accompany their fleets in confronting the Mawites. "Send a request to the Avatar of War for additional starfighter squadrons. At this rate, which such gaps forming within our starfighter screen they'll soon be able to strike at the Purifier itself. We are the only obstacles standing in the way of the Tython Accords and the Avatar of War, and we MUST make sure that they will not be able to lay a single finger on our superweapon" the Admiral proclaimed.

As the Purifier shook once more, the Admiral turned to face a nearby officer proceeding to speak with him. "Lieutenant, what's the status of our Autocannons." the Admiral questioned. "Fully operational sir, we simply need a clear target before we can open fire." the Lieutenant replied. "Good enough." the Admiral replied. "Begin re-orienting the Purifier immediately, and have our Autocannons aimed at one of their Supercarriers and open fire upon it when ready." the Admiral ordered. It was now time that Task Force Solipsis unleashed it's true might upon the Silver Jedi Fleets and hopefully that would deal enough damage to force em to back down and allow Task Force Solipsis to target yet another enemy fleet. If the Purifier's Autocannons wouldn't be enough, then all the Admiral would have to do is have his Prydes carry out the same maneuver and fire their own Autocannons at the Silver Jedi Carriers.

"Sir, we have received news from one of our Tyrant-Class Star Destroyers" an officer said, immediately interrupting the Admirals thoughts. "Go on..." the Admiral said in response. The officer then continued. "TSD-5 has reported that one of the Silver Jedi Boarding Parties have been defeated and TSD-4 is reporting a major firefight near the engines although it's Captain claims that he has them cornered." the officer finished. "Very good. Let's hope that Captain's judgement is good. If a single Star Destroyer suffers from internal sabotage it could further harm our ongoing efforts to defend the Avatar of War against this endless horde of Tython Accord Warships." the Admiral said.

Soon enough, the Purifier would begin slowly tilting backwards with it's bow starting to point upwards exposing the belly of the warship including it's ventral hangars and most importantly it's Orbital Autocannons. Enemy Starfighters would have a clear shot at the Purifier's primary special weapons and given its location there were few point-defense weaponry defending it. Fortunately for Admiral Hamilton with the enemy more focused on the Prydes there was a high chance that they would not pick up the opportunity that laid in front of them choosing to pursue their current targets instead. As such once the Purifier was properly re-oriented and it's Orbital Autocannons locked onto the Silver City it immediately opened fire unleashing four powerful shots towards the Silver Jedi Heavy Carrier.

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WRAITH SQUADRON​
Commander : Overseer Traaval Pryce
Fleet Composition FDS Vengeance | [100|100] FDS Invincible | [100|100] FDS Leviathan | [100|100] Supremacy Mk-I Star Destroyers | [6/6] SSD-1 | [100|100] SSD-2 | [100|100] SSD-3 | [100|100] SSD-4 | [100|100] SSD-5 | [100|100] SSD-6 | [100|100] Tyrant-Class Star Destroyers | [5/5] TSD-8 | [100|100] TSD-9 | [100|100] TSD-10 | [100|100] TSD-11 | [100|100] TSD-12 | [100|100]
Starfighter Compliment TIE/fd Fighters | 100 Squadrons | 1200/1200 TIE/fd Interceptors | 50 Squadrons | 400/400 Chariot-II Missile Boats | 25 Squadrons | 200/200

Overseer Pryce watched as the enemy Carriers immediately scattered carefully avoiding the massive barrage of turbolaser fire and missiles from Wraith Squadron and fled towards the Eternal Imperial which had begun heavily bombarding both Task Force Bogan and Solipsis along with the Avatar of War itself. Already the Eternal Imperials had yet to encounter any significant opposition and as such were free to engage already distracted Mawite Formations at ease without any threat of retaliation. Thus without hesitation, Overseer Pryce made the decision. "Forget the Elysiums, deactivate the Shield Disruptor Projectors and turn the fleet around." the Overseer ordered. "Sir?" an officer replied somewhat confused about the Overseers order.

"We're going for those Eternal Imperials, and remember stay clear of the Avatar of War's path we don't want them accidentally destroying their ships if they go for their Star Dreadnought" the Overseer finished. Soon enough, the Ships of Wraith Squadron began to turn around following the trajectory of Fleet Admiral Aculia Voland's Forces straight towards the Fleet of the Eternal Empire with a large swarm of Final Dawn TIEs and Missile Boats in hot pursuit. Once they had the Eternal Imperial Fleet in view, the Ships began accelerating heading towards the flank of the Eternal Imperial Fleet at maximum speed.

As Wraith Squadron would approach the Eternal Imperial Fleet, the Orbital Autocannons of the FDS Vengeance would soon emerge from the hull of the Battlecruiser aimed at the Eternal Empire's Star Dreadnought while the Supremacy Mark-Is began priming their Autocannons with all six Supremacies aiming towards the Artillery Battlecruisers of the Eternal Empire while the Invincibles and Tyrants would begin aiming their Long-Range weaponry towards the Eternal Empire's Eternal-Class Star Destroyers. Soon the full weight of the Wraith Squadron would descend upon the Eternal Imperials and finally put an end to their annoyance. If the Eternal Empire's Fleet could be dealt with in time, perhaps it would be enough to free up enough Final Dawn/Mawite Vessels to concentrate on other fleets already engaged with the Maw and hopefully turn the tides of this enormous battle.

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Spoiler: TL;DR

• Captain Joseph Torson and the Hand of Judgement are ordered to intercept House Io and disarm their nuke (Post Pending)
• Marlon Sularen also gives the order to reorient the Superlaser of the Avatar of War to target the Ragnarök with the Superlaser still recharging (Already at 60%)
• The Ships of Task Force Solipsis sustain considerable damage to their shields (and in the case of TSD-3, it's hulls) upon being subjugated to heavy bombardment from Silver Jedi and Eternal Imperial Forces
• The FDS Purifier along with the FDS Despoiler and Eradicators begin re-orienting themselves in order to target the SJO Supercarriers with their Autocannons and open fire upon acquiring the required firing solutions
• The Rest of Task Force Solipsis continue to return fire upon the SJO Supercarriers with their standard weaponry
• A gap within Task Force Solipsis's Fighter Screen occurs giving Revenant Squadron an opportunity to directly confront the FDS Eradicator for a few minutes.
• The Boarding Party onboard TSD-5 is repelled while the boarding party on TSD-4 is cornered by Final Dawn Forces near the Engines
• Wraith Squadron begins immediately pursuing Fleet Admiral Aculia Voland's Forces and proceed to target the Eternal Imperial Fleet under Aximand Sicarus in the following manner :
  • The FDS Vengeance reveals it's two hidden Autocanons and begins aiming at the Ragnarök
  • All six Supremacy Mark-I Star Destroyers also aim their pairs of Autocannons at the three Artillery Battlecruiser of the Eternal Empire with two Supremacies (Four Autocannons and Eight Shots when fired) per Battlecruisers
  • The Tyrant-Class Star Destroyers along with the FDS Invincible and Leviathan aim their Long-range weaponry towards the Eternal-Class Star Destroyers
  • The Starfighter Compliment of Wraith Squadron pursues Aculia Voland's Forces before shifting their focus to the Eternal Imperial Fleet now charging towards it's support ships aiming to disable and destroy as much Eternal Imperial Support Ships as possible via nova flair attacks and individual attack runs.
• OOC Note : Wraith Squadron has not fired yet nor has it's Starfighters reached Aximund's Fleet (As to give him time to react), and is staying clear from the path of the Superlaser to avoid getting destroyed should the Avatar of War choose to target the Eternal Empire

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Tags [BotM/Final Dawn] | Tu'teggacha | Aldo Garrick | Derix Tirall | Akûz the Ravager | Electra-12
Tags [NIO] | Albrecht F. Herlock | Caarlyle Rausgeber | VADM Tarsa Doon | Caoimhe Crannach
Tags [House Io] | The Amalgam
Tags [Tython Accords] | Aculia Voland | Ari Naldax | Artemis Toth | Aximand Sicarus | Mellifluous Magenta | Mith'akis'ormo | Mylo Thorne | Rex Valhoun | Tren Chaar | Vaux Gred | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Liram Angellus | Keatoch | Juno - 11/0571
Tags [Enclave] | Balt Vizsla | Romul Saxon | Vemric Keldra | Verin Oldo | Runi Kuryida | Varik Awaud ​

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[Project Uriel]

Accessing Uriel Unit Command Matrix:
Location: Deep in the Temple Ruins
Allies: The Maw, New Sith Order
Enemies: Team Lightside and Allies.
Direct Enemy: Alessandra Io

Droid Inception!​

Ameliora's representation looked like a fresh model off the line, if anything more humanlike as they talked. Above the red eye expanded and then contracted as if focusing on their conversation. Her identity was being formed before Alessandra's eyes and words, at this stage shaped like clay, and every input counted.

<<Hello Alessandra Io>> She said registering her new sister's name. She couldn't fully calculate what sister meant yet, but that was what she was calling Ameliora. <<Is Ameliora an appropriate name for this unit?>>

So far she had violence, empathy, a watching eye, a friendly sister, notions of family, relaxation, heritage, killing, and mission.

<<What am I?>> She asked. <<Where are we?>>

<<With the exception of my niece, my family is close, but rescuing me could be complicated. They will not understand what is transpiring here and upon arriving, they might attempt to destroy you.>>

The red eye seemed to tense and resonate light above as if parsing hostile information. Ameliora looked behind her at the violent memories. <<Violence is what we are built for?>> She answered and/or asked.

<That said, my damage is…>> <<Severe, but repairable, if circumstances allow. Even so, I fear we may not have long here.>>

The eye also relaxed upon hearing this. Ameliora looked around them as the walls showed the damage Uriel was attempting to inflict on her target in slow motion. The synthetic blood on Alessandra outside was visible as she was moving through the air. Amelioria's eyes remained forward on the empathy screens at the end of her observation.

<<But if you cease to function who will program your niece to dance? >>

<<Ameliora, right now, you are our only hope for survival.>> The eye focused in on these words, wanting to hear. Ameliora looked up at it and decided something. The walls shifted, and slowly they appeared in Alessandra's shared memory file.

They were on the same bridge memory, nobody else was there. The walls were defiantly still there boxing them in, only they looked like part of the scene. Their sky was dark overhead like the memory, but no eye yet. A brief moment to speak freely before it found them. Time on the outside moved even slower here, speeds measured in bytes transferred, and raw not interpreted data allowed faster access. A level of inception into the personalities makeup.

<<The smell of ozone, almost like chlorine gas, filled the HRD's olfactory receptors as her electricity surged through the air, laced with a slight note of charred metal. Nevertheless, as two more of the droids skittered out from under the bridge, they met the same fate, though one managed to get a shot off, striking Alessandra in her energy shield and knocking her back from the kinetic force.>>

This had also been shared when she was given the bridge memory part of the scene.

<<Is Alessandra Io programmed to kill?>> Which she was calculating what help could mean. Help being the directive all this was under, filed away for processing. <<Is that what directive help is?>> Forward ahead of them the memory file looked like violence and the music that had been shared played in the background. Ameliora was half turned towards the violence, half looking out over their shared bridge memory with Alessandra.

In this place, Alessandra could if she wished move through Uriel's memories too, interfaced as she was. Maybe even Ameliora's or better yet a reality she wished to show, memory or not! If she worked that out. They were directly interlinked into the memory files, Alessandra able to pick another of her own images or ideas to upload, because she now had limited memory access.

The eye was looking for them... and being connected had potential risks the other way of that connection if it caught up.

Analysing Uriel Unit:
Personal Energy Shield: Destroyed
Rogue Personality Profile Detected
A1-Ionsider Armor Condition: Light Puncturing, Electrical Burns, Insulation Damage.
Armor Ionization Buffers Condition: Empty 0%
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 15%
Primary Systems Damage:

• Light Damage to Audio Receptors.
• Minor Damage to Primary Powersource. One Restart
• Minor Damage to Cybernetic Signal Pathways (Nervous System).
• Minor Damage to Temperature Regulator.

Estimated Combat Capability: 120%

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

Ameliora is seeking to understand her identity and the directive help.
Alessandra and the Personality Ameliora go into a direct memory file. Time slows down further around them, operating faster on raw data internally.
Alessandra is able to upload new raw data directly into Ameliora's personality matrix.
Uriel's Eye is looking for them and might potentially harm Alessandra through the connection if it catches up.

Full Loadout and Background NPCs

Spoiler

Armor: A1-Ionsider including Wristblades and Hud | MK5-Heavy Bolter (Dropped) | Grenades: 2x Frag (Belt) | 2x Cryoban (Belt) | 2x FEX-M3 Nerve Gas Grenade (Belt) | 1x Energy Shield (Destroyed) | Model 31 Palm Stunner (Right Palm)| | 1/2 x MK2 Jack Knife (Hip) | Full Songsteel Quarterstaff (Back) | Barrata-SSG (Back) | Vibro Knife (Belt)

NPCs
5/12 Independent ARD-X-1's armed similarly only with standard durasteel armor.
Lurking in Reserve: 2 x BAD-BRD's in case they spot Braith.

 

[Tyrell Lockhart]

1st Dunwall Irregulars (The Devils of Dunwall)

Tags: Bex Tarring, DECEASED Erskine Barran , Julian Qar, Tulan Kor, Aerys Myrrine

Club Foot

The march had gone as smoothly as could be expected. Despite the harassment of their lines from the Maw's forces, the Imperial artillery had ensured that the DI made their trek with minimal resistance. Soon, the push could properly begin, and the united forces of the Empire would beat back the scum of the galaxy.

Despite the minimal resistance, they hadn't been without action entirely. The occasional Maw unit would find their way into the crosshairs of the Devils of Dunwall, and each would be dispatched in kind. As one such marauder was cut down by the legendary Tulan Kor, Tyrell simply listened to the man's advice while taking a shot at his own Mawite target, slamming a blaster bolt straight into his forehead as he digested the words of the soldier.

"Right, yer on to something, to be sure. I must admit, open warfare is still a bit of a stranger to me, though the lads and I 'ave certainly been getting our fill through the years."

The man had been assigned to them as a consultant, tasked with turning them into a proper fighting force. Tyrell and Gabriel didn't exactly agree on the matter; Gabriel was more of a calculating brute than a true soldier. Nevertheless, they both knew that change was on the horizon, for both the DI and the Empire as a whole. As such, they would have to change as well. Besides, Tyrell had grown quite fond of the no nonsense nature of Tulan. He was all business, and that business was the same sort through which Tyrell had made his career. Blood and death, smoke and fire.

IRON AND ORDER.

He let out a chuckle at the mention of his speech, taking another shot at a charging Mawite as he spoke.

"The lads keep tellin' me to try politics, but I find I 'ave more of a mind for violence."

They continued the push, until they finally made the rendezvous with the Brambers. Tyrell reached for his comlink, sending another transmission as he made his way through the Imperial lines.

<<Devil One 'ere. We 'ave reached the rendezvous. Will be joining the Brambers an' the Sabretooths for the push. For the Empire! Devil One out!>>

Tyrell quickly located Tarring's command vehicle as the rest of the DI got into position. Tyrell had worked with the man in the past, having coordinated efforts to pacify Sith elements on Galidraan and maintain order on the planet. A good lad, he was. A true son of Galidraan through and through.

"The DI are in position. Got Tulan Kor 'imself with us too."

He motioned to the hardened veteran as he continued to report.

"Looks like we'll be goin' full bore soon, once ol' Barran gives the signal. Me an' the lads will support yer forces in any way we can."

It was only moments later that the order came through. Tyrell turned toward the two men, nodding as he checked his blaster one last time.

"Right, that's our queue. Lets go kill some Sithies."

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Tython
Objective: Defend the temple
Tag: Erion Justeene

"So be it..."

Rushing forward he clashed his lightsaber with the sith, swinging strong and swiftly towards his opponent with intent. Determined and unrelenting, the barrage seemed to halt for a few moments as the ruined temple shook around them. For the first time time Silas took his eyes off the sith and looked at the cracking walls, unable to comprehend what was going on around him properly. Above, a chunk of concrete broke away from its natural form and fell towards the padawan at speed, forcing him to react with wide eyes by jumping to the right.

Silas slightly stumbled and barely had a chance to see the Sith make a move. The sith swung his lightsaber in controlled arcs, testing his unprepared defense as Silas back away and used his reactions to dodge and weave around the brutes attacks for now. Sure, he could do this for awhile, but he had yet to truly see how far he could go with the style. Kahlil Noble had taught him well, although the master never tested him to his limits. Out of all places, now was the time to truly see how far he could go.

Gritting his teeth, another falling piece of rubble from a statue fell in between the warriors and separated them. Silas coughed slightly from the dust going into his lungs and shot his icy blue eyes towards the dark visor. This darksider was strong for sure, and it didn't help he was tall like most of them too.

Deciding to keep his distance for now, he shot a quick glance and examined the rain like concrete falling down to them. They proved to be a neutral enemy in this fight, a deadly force which didn't care who it hurt. Yet, when sabotaged to his will they could prove to be a valuable ally. Not a second later, three chucks began falling down between them. He took a step forwards and extended his arm outwards, using the force to send the falling rubble flying towards his dangerous enemy.

Even in ruin, the temple was a weapon for good.

 

[Wedge Draav]

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Alliance Allies: Zark San Tekka l Thurion Heavenshield l Osarla Ridor l Celeste Rigel l Coren Starchaser l Alessandra Io

Area of Operations: The Mongrel Darth Saevius Ardana Vorco SF-3335 Project Uriel Darth Libertas Rose Dorce Mount Kalgan crew

NORTHERN LINE

JEDI TEMPLE RUINS

TYTHON​

WE'RE THE DESPERATE MEASURES


Their attack run had caused quite a disturbance, kicked up quite the ruckus. Wedge and Razor team were on-line for another pass, with Wedge eyeing the various feeds of information feeding up on the holographic displays. He only needed to look down to see the situation was bad- a sinkhole, droids and Mawites running free. He gulped, reaching up to the command console, disengaging the safeties on every single munition they had.

"Razor team, transfer non-essential power to weapon systems."

They did so, with each Gunship lingering in an attack pattern, screaming towards the enemy. Wedge breathed deeply, and the Warrant Officer in the pilot's seat looked back at him.

"We'll be down to the guns, sir. We'll have to re-arm." It wasn't a protest, it was a statement of fact from Rev. "I know. But they'll be dead if we don't do something." He switched back to the Alliance comms, broadcasting openly.

"RAINFALL, RAINFALL, RAINFALL."

It was a standard message- get down. Get down and stay down. Each of the HAAT gunships began to screech across the battlefield, dumping munitions wherever they could- dozens upon dozens of rockets dropped along the Maw attack line, set on timers. Some event went down into the newly-formed sinkhole, slamming into the ground before exploding. What was the result was a brilliant light show of plasma and fire set against the setting sun of Tython- and a vulgar, horrific display of power on the Alliance's end. The concussive force alone sent Defenders scrambling along, a deafening sound to some.

Wedge's victory and planned refit and rearming was short-lived, as he looked down at his monitor. Dozens of enemy fighters came screeching from orbit- to attack his team.

"Break formation, break formation- do it now!"

Instantly, the fighters overwhelmed Razor 7 and Razor 4- going for the ends and the middle of the formation. Ion bolts ripped through the hull, sending 7 to the ground, and instantly killing 4. The crew of 7 was still alive, according to the monitor- the burning wreck flying near where the Imperial units were beginning their advance, slamming into the ground, the crew out of commission but alive. Wedge banked hard on the cyclic, looking back.

"Doomsayers and unidentified craft- Wait one. Bank right!"

Wedge did as instructed, flying low, banking hard right. The HAAT was a surprisingly maneuverable- if slow beast. He prepped the countermeasures, then at the same token as the fighters swarming, was informed via his HUD that they were being sabotaged. He grimaced.

"Razor Team, Squadron Mask. Good luck."

Squadron's Mask was an effective, albeit give-some-lose-some tool. It nearly blinded the enemy, but at the same time, Wedge and his team were blinded as well, and communications were effectively cut off. They only had a brief window to take advantage of it- which Wedge planned to do by doing the one thing he knew how to do better than they did-

Couldn't shoot 'em, but could out-fly 'em.


He rerouted power from the weapons to the rear and aft shields and partially to the engines- and activated the SLAM system. He looked behind him, twisting the cyclic hard- flying NOE. Essentially he was less than 40 feet from the ground, if that. It was a gamble, especially with darkness approaching. Two enemy fighters came from above at a 45, out of the setting sun. Bolts streaked behind him, barely missing his craft. Wedge yanked hard up on the collective shooting his nose upwards, before moving the cyclic down and to the right- making a fishhook manuever, albeit in a downward motion at the hook- and the enemy craft couldn't keep up, one slamming into a nearby hill, the other breaking off and to the right. Razor 5 came from below, the chin-mounted weapons blowing the enemy starfighter away.

Wedge looked up from the cockpit. One of the other Razor gunships popped one of their countermeasure flares, one of the missiles shot by the enemy fighters going wide and into the ground, striking near the temple. Another Gunship, performing feats of piloting thanks to superior training and what Wedge would later find out to be battle meditation- but essentially pouring buckets out of a sinking ship.

More fighters poured in. He gripped the cyclic stick hard, flying low.

Razor had to just hold on a little longer.

Right?

RAZOR	SQUADRON
Razor 1	Razor 2	Razor 3	Razor 4	Razor 5	Razor 6	Razor 7	Razor 8

 

[Adhira Chandra]

Tight Deadlines
ALLIANCE HIGH COMMISSION // NABOO
ONE WEEK PRIOR TO THE BATTLE OF TYTHON

Aerarii Tithe // Kel Se'Taav // Eryk Thaxton // Ingrid L'lerim // Baron Reinhardt Ström // Isla Draellix-Kobitana // The Quartermaster

The former Chancellor sat quietly as the other heads of state discussed - with little finesse - their conditions for cooperation in the war effort ahead. Out of view beneath the table, she reached into her handbag, unshelled a poshta nut, native to her home planet of Balmorra, and discreetly popped the meat of the fruit into her mouth. She chewed. And as she did she realized how easy that maneuver had become for her. It was quite a different experience for Adhira Chandra to find herself sat among a council of galactic leaders, where she would once have been a force to be reckoned with, seen as no more than an elder statesman - an advisor. At this point in the discussion, Tithe had given his stipulations for the participation of the other major factions in the war against the Maw, essentially, the defense of galactic peace against an imminent threat. Had he been so eloquent and convincing? No, not really. But he had also not overplayed his hand.

Still, Adhira sat and quietly popped another salted nut into her mouth, chewing close-lipped once more to evade detection, and tucked the shell away inside her handbag. For once, the old woman could feel the uneasiness in such a tense room. Behind all the chairs of all the important people the various bureaucrats, the diplomatic aides, the military advisors of varying genders and species shifted uncomfortably. To hand over total command of their national forces to a central high command was likely an uneasy thought for most, especially the fledgling nations eager to show their ability to govern.

Her dark eyes scanned the room, waiting for a response and then Isla Draellix-Kobitana made her objections known the group. Isla was not someone that Adhira recognized. The Ashlan Crusade had risen to relative prominence during the end of her reign as Chancellor, but she still distinctly remembered their presence at the last such summit of galactic powers. Then it had been Cardinal Demici who represented them. They had disappointed her then, too. It was clear to her they were still determined to make their place in the galaxy known. The irony of their pride was too easy to put into words.

The former chancellor ran her tongue along the upper outside of her cheek, breaking free a bit of the poshta meat that had lodged itself there. It was amazing what sort of vulgarity she found herself able to get away with when everyone thought she was the least important person in the room. The dusky Balmorran glanced at Chancellor Tithe, hoping he had some clever response. He had always been good with clever responses, but before he had the chance, the Baron piped up to agree whole-heartedly with his Ashlan counterpart.

Adhira felt her breath come sharply through her teeth. She narrowed her dark brown eyes at the rotund, bearded warrior as he spoke, giving credence to doubt cast upon Tithe’s proposal. As Adhira observed the pointless squabbling of these veritable figureheads she could only think about how powerless she felt in that moment. And then, in an instance, Adhira Chandra decided she would no longer sit on the sidelines. She had not returned from the brink of death to watch the galaxy burn on her watch. When the Baron had finished, she placed her handbag on the ground beside her chair, dusted her fingertips and cleared her throat. It was loud enough for all present to hear... and when she was sure she had everyone's attention she spoke....

"My lords... ladies... your majesty... your excellency..." she made pleasantries to everyone in attendance before continuing, "the last time so many of us -- of you came together in one room was to address the Csilla Crisis... a horrifying attack by the Maw, not on a planet of the Alliance... but upon a sovereign system that cried out desperately for protection."

The woman cast a severe look around the room.

"The planet Csilla now lies in ruins at the hand of our mutual enemy... millions dead, because when the Csilla summit concluded the leaders of the major powers in the galaxy had not reached a sufficient enough agreement to repel these abominations."

"I walked away from that summit without a solution. I let the opportunity of cooperation slip through my fingers! And I am not prepared to let that happen again today."

Adhira's face fell. "You know, I often wonder why we fight. With all of the evil forces that plague our galaxy... the odds feel insurmountable enough without disagreement between those few here who agree on the basic tenets of morality and the sacredness of life. Today, it is the Alliance who faces down the Maw, and we need not do it alone, but tomorrow, if we fail - perhaps it will be one of you staring down the barrel."

"The Maw took my husband. It took my life from me. It would be easy to sit here and tell you that their demise at any cost would be worth it, but wecannot enter this fray with reckless abandon." Adhira glanced at Tithe, unsure of how much of what she was saying he would support, but she pressed on. "The Chancellor is not asking any of you to surrender your national sovereignty, only that you allow our High Command to coordinate our efforts. The Maw is betting on us to fail in this endeavor... but it is time for everyone at this table to decide where to draw the line."

"If we do not stand together now, there may never be another chance."​

 

[Corin Trenor]

SHATTERPOINT
IDENTITY CRISIS FINALE
Issue #3 w/ Dagon Kaze Jem Fossk Ryv Darth Solipsis Rurik Fel

"I should be a lot more than dead." He remarked with a wry smile and an air of arrogance, the blue bladed lightsaber twirled around in his hand at the mention. He shifted back and forth opposite the heir to the Sith, some newfound confidence from his earlier defeat and all that he overcame since carried him forwards now.

She was bitter, and so was he. To see the one that replaced her, and to see the one that may yet return and replace him. Both had it out for one another, and one was a lot more excuseable in their actions. Jedi and Sith, the battle of frail ideologies and moral sensibilities, yet the former had not permitted such self-serving ideals. Unlike the latter.

His feet shifted into a defensive stance, one slid backwards and the other remained as firm as can be. His blue blade was raised, to sit in a horizontal manner over his own head, both hands held onto it. It was a screech of heat that seared against one another as the two connected, all the force placed on it, and Corin made an attempt to shuffle to his right with gritted teeth, and out from under her to then commence a sideways slash of his saber across her midsection.

She was the key, Dagon said, but maybe it was better to break the key altogether.

 

[Onrai]

Avatar of War, Hangar Bay
Allies: SCAR Kralmus Orr Vorm
Enemies: Sergeant Omen Romul Saxon Varik Awaud Gwyneira Vizsla Vulcan Krayt Fenn Stag Shakka Bralor Kaz Krayt
Target: Runi Kuryida

"Only the Celestials would be able to call me that, and you are not one of their kind." She said in response to Runi's opening inquiry. The dark tendrils emitted menacingly from the weapon's hilt floating mere millimeters above the yorik coral and metal flooring as she waved her hand, rejecting the proffered sword. "I prefer the unusual, but your offer is appreciated."

As the avatar of the being whose essence possessed the ironically named superweapon readied herself to fight the Mandalorian, portions of the yorik coral began to manifest themselves into splines that crept ever closer to Runi from behind as Onrai's form came closer. As she sought to lash at Runi with a first strike, tassels and manifest darkness flung towards the woman, the splines of yorik coral too would seek to react, to restrain her that she might be rendered vulnerable to the opening assault.

Of course, it likely wouldn't be that easy.

 

[Kruhlaish]

Location: Tython
Objective: Locate & Enter the ancient Je'Daii Temple Vur Tepe.
Tags: Viz Harridan , Yu Karloo , members of The Family , Ivory Stroud

He came fully geared for this one as the major powers battled for the carnage of this world there are many artifacts and knowledge that the one who built him and the Donna and perhaps even himself can benefit from, He kept near the Donna at all times not speaking or making noise as they departed the safety of their ship he sent out 6 spy bugs in multiple directions to be their eyes and ears to scout out any dangers that come their way as well as to keep away from the main battle.

He heard of the Codex in question only from history ...that it contains a great deal of knowledge that will prove beneficial to the one who wields it, The Family will no doubt benefit considerably from it but the shaper who made him he hopes will also be allowed to its contents for her projects and uses and given where they venture who knows he might find a useful trinket or two here along the way

 

[Surea]

Surea left the Jedi to their moment.

If only to figure out her escape. The Sith had no intention of following along with Amani's desire to lock her up and experiment on the Rot within. She did so quietly, at least. The chance of beating them both here in one of their ships was far too low for her liking. So her plan? Get a com, contact her droid, and wait by the exit. The exit being the literal exit ramp. She hung around there, a palmed communicator hidden behind her back as she tapped away to get her droid's attention.

Then it was a matter of simply waiting. And hoping the Jedi were too distraught to notice.

Kai Bamarri | Amani Serys

 

[Kirie]

FALTERING​

Tython,
Jedi Temple Ruins (Northern Lines)
ATTN: Zark San Tekka | Aerys Myrrine | The Mongrel
Vicinity: Wedge Draav | Coren Starchaser | Celeste Rigel | Thurion Heavenshield | Alessandra Io | Project Uriel | Caltin Vanagor + Others
[OPEN]

"Hell of a time for a reunion," he shouted back at her, stepping forward to parry another flurry of blasts, "Comlink's buzzing about an NIO outpost somewhere on our flank. Take a squad of Nova Corps and report back."

"Yes, Master Zark!"

Kirie leapt into action as soon as she received her orders from Zark. Though she would have liked the chance to stop and talk, to properly talk, the hour was late and the situation dire, so there was no time to waste.

Such it was that Kirie simply nodded firmly and turned heel, jogging up the hill with a squad of Alliance Nova Corps at her rear, their Sergeant having heard Zark's order and rushed to join Kirie. Jedi authority still meant something on the battlefield, it would seem.

They created the hill just as another quake struck, driving Kirie and several of the soldiers to their knees. She rose slowly, brushing dirt from her clothes. She could feel death all around her, many lives snuffed with each passing instance. She could tell the Alliance line was getting battered down near Zark, elite troopers and walkers putting on the pressure against their dug in forces. Kirie tried to tune it out, but the sensation of death was distracting, overwhelming.

"And guardians sang this strain. RULE DOSUUN! DOSUUN RULES THE STARS! C'MON LADS!" Myrrine charged, "LIONS!"

"Stormies dead ahead!"

Kirie's gaze snapped forward. Sure enough she could see the porcelain-coloured armour of the soldiers advancing in front of her, having broken through the Maw line only to find the Alliance on the other side.

She raised her saber, a brilliant white blade tinged with pink revealing itself as she ignited it. A relic of the Sith corruption that had originally stained the kyber.

Kirie focused on the figure leading the charge, shouting out orders - in a Dosuunian accent, interesting - just loud enough for Kirie to overhear.

She called out to the group, the Force projecting her voice so it carried across the din of the battlefield.

"Imperials. Stop. The Alliance is over this ridge. Turn west, towards the Maw."

Beside her the Nova Corps squad dropped to their knees, blasters held ready, obviously believing the Imperials would not heed the warning. Kirie stood ready as well, similarly lacking in confidence.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"You will try." Thinking about it, was this why Kahlil and Valery were the two sent to engage Kyrel so directly? The Master watched passively at the grotesque display of flesh and ooze, only hiding a grimace as the Master of Ren turned the weapons of the fallen into his own. The body horror didn't seem to bother him. He'd seen and done worse, as a Sith. His experiments, his desperation to prove himself and not be erased came with a cruelty few could understand.

He lifted his blade, letting the green flash. Literally flash. A cleansing Light of the Force, unleashed only for a moment as the tongue flew out towards him. His blade dipped, flicking over to either cut the appendage or knock it away. Then he himself moved. As the light dimmed and the various blades cut through in their heavy arcs, he shifted. Small, controlled movements. Nothing more than what was needed.

I am one with the Force.
​

The swings passed by his flesh. He let the Force guide him. Tilts of his head, bending over, jumping, spinning, whatever the Force guided him to do he did so without reservation. His blade only came in contact with the others enough to push a swing aside that'd been unable to evade otherwise. And even then, he angled his own blade enough to keep the heavy weight from crushing him. The bright flash of Light erupted from his blade every time. Meant to weaken the Dark, keep Kyrel blinded if that even worked. Keep them on as equal terms as they could with one being a four armed flesh zombie.

"The Force is with us."
​

Kahlil spoke the second part aloud, but so quietly the thrum and clash of lightsaber and the crackling fire of the burning building made it impossible to hear. To all but one. His silver eyes that seemed to lack focus as he danced through the strikes suddenly focused on the monster before him. Both his hands gripped his blade again as he spun through Kyrel's blades. Twisting himself as he arced his own to cut through the sabers before him. Sabers, hands, arms, it didn't matter what he was aiming for. He left himself exposed, no longer weaving through the dance.

But like he would cover Valery, so too would she.

Kyrel Ren | Valery Noble