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Annihilation Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Major Faction

Aximand Sicarus

Rear Admiral
Aximand Sicarus
Character Bio

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(Deployed/Destroyed/Total)
  • Lancer Fighters: 400/0/1,200
  • Haxor Interceptors: 80/0/264
  • Hornet Bombers: 100/0/400




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Objective: 2 - End of an Era
Location: Tython Orbit
Tags: NIO - Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock | VADM Tarsa Doon VADM Tarsa Doon | Caoimhe Crannach Caoimhe Crannach | Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber

Brotherhood of the Maw: | Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha | Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick | Derix Tirall Derix Tirall | Akûz the Ravager Akûz the Ravager | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen

Accord/Allied Forces: Artemis Toth Artemis Toth | Mith'akis'ormo Mith'akis'ormo | Mylo Thorne | Tren Chaar Tren Chaar | Vaux Gred Vaux Gred | Balt Vizsla | Romul Saxon Romul Saxon | Vemric Keldra | Maple Harte Maple Harte | Verin Oldo Verin Oldo

This was it. This was the sort of battle which came along once in a lifetime; the type of battle wherein careers were solidified in the anals of history, where nations fall into obscurity or rise into dominance. The weight of the moment was not lost upon the Rear Admiral as he stood upon the deck of the Ragnarök, his lone good eye surveying the formations of the allied fleet settling into place. For years, the Empire had isolated itself to the rest of the galaxy after its war with the Galactic Alliance - focusing on securing its own domestic territories and expanding into the Unknown Regions. As it began opening itself up to the rest of the galaxy, The Empire had been brutally attacked by members of the Enclave and disaffected CIS rebels.

Despite the massacre which followed, the Empire endured and rose above the aftermath; even going as far as to strike at the heart of the Enclave in its attempts to harvest the red coaxium of Ra’katha. Needless to say, there was no love lost between the two entities. Yet, per Aximand’s orders, the Eternal Fleet would abide by the cease fire under penalty of court martial and summary execution. Today was not the day to pursue old grievances, but rather to secure the galaxy for a future wherein such grievances could be readdressed. If the Maw prevailed here, the bastion that is the Core Worlds would be busted open and laid bare to be ravaged by the insatiable horde.

The Eternal Fleet stood in their way, alongside the combined naval forces of the Tython Accord. Under his watch, the Eternal Fleet would demonstrate itself to be among the foremost of naval forces in the galaxy. Given the size of their fleet committed to the defense of Tython, they were off to a good start. The massive Super Star Destroyer earlier identified as the Ragnarök dominated the void amidst its escort fleet - its imposing form of 10 kilometers of pure devastation lying dormant.

All of a sudden, such dormancy would be shattered as the Mawite forces emerged from lightspeed - opening fire upon House Io’s forces as they arrayed themselves in an attack formation. As for the Eternal Fleet, it was arrayed in a diamond formation with its Demeton cruisers and Ashkelon Frigates forming a picket line in the front, the Eternal-class Star Destroyers forming an overlaying rear of the formation, deployed at varying elevations to allow for fire to the front without needlessly striking friendly targets. The fleet’s corvettes and mobile cruisers took the flanks, supported by Coda-class frigates to anchor their presence. Finally, the center was dominated by both Apocalypse Battlecruisers, with the Ragnarök as the centerpiece of the formation.

Commodore Einar was in command of the Tiberius whilst Aximand commanded the Ragnarök, allowing for the Rear Admiral to focus on the tactics concerning the greater fleet as opposed to his own ship. His executive officer was up to the task, with the Admiral looping him and the other senior fleet officers as he began relaying orders: ”Concentrate all firepower on the picket line of the Mawite fleet. Our Fighters need to get close enough to disable the Maw superweapon’s key systems, and they can’t do that while getting pounded by flak bombardment. Maintain strict formation discipline until ordered otherwise.”

Aximand turned to the commanding officer of the Ragnarök itself - an imposing Zabraki who bore the rank of an Admiral himself. Aximand nodded to the officer with an air of respect yet authority nonetheless as he said: ”Admiral Reth, begin deploying the proton beam cannon, and acquire a targeting solution upon the Avatar of War.” Within moments, the Eternal formation erupted in a cacophony of firepower, with the Ragnarök’s massive array of armaments unleashing upon the foremost ships of the formation. As it did so, truly massive bay doors began to slowly open as the beam cannon began to lower into place. Energy began to build up within the weapon’s capacitors as it locked into its firing position. Fighter squadrons began to emerge from within the bowels of the fleet, racing into escort formations.

  • The Eternal Fleet is opening fire upon the picket lines of the Mawite fleet.
  • The Ragnarök is deploying its proton beam cannon and preparing to fire upon the Avatar of War.
  • Fighter squadrons have been deployed in preemptive escort formations.


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Madison Starr

Guest
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Obj 1 - p2 - (p1 #58) - Silver Jedi Defender​
ATTN: Zark San Tekka Zark San Tekka The Mongrel The Mongrel &, Alessandra Io Alessandra Io Project Uriel Project Uriel &, Ruins of the Jedi Temple Location​
tldr - Pact Engineers turn on a few large shield generators at the ruins, above and below ground. Maw Artillery (Incendiary) burns the sky. Anti-Bryndal Power Armor is deployed against Terminators. Moral is high.​
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Madison Starr was busy using her massive repeater to mow down some advancing Terminators. Somewhat disappointed that not all of these robots were as sexy-hot as their masters. But? I guess in war you can't have everything. Poo.​
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A bolter shell blew a big hole in the wall nearby while Madison turned to the Engineers behind her,​
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"Status on those generators!?"​
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"Flippin' the switch now!"​
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A dozen massive shield generators - some atop the walls, some underground - flipped on just in time. They were supposed to keep orbital bombardments, nuke strikes, and giant Bryndal monsters at bay. So a few Incendiary Shells would be just fine. Colorful, even.​
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"Well... I'll be damned. Look at that sky. Ha!"​
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It wasn't a Force Storm. Nah. It was all the Maw Artillery shells smacking the shields and decorating the sky above them in slowing drifting firestorms. Like an ocean of burning. Right above your head.​
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"Ouch. Kinda hot in here now, eh? Damn."​
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Another bolter shell smacked the wall and advanced debris all across the nook defenders.​
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"Okay! Back to killing Terminators until the rest of the Maw arrives! ...Deploy that power armor we used against the Bryn. Robots love power armor. Ha!"​
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"Yeehaa!"​
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A large group of Silver Rangers mounted in power armor from the Bryn war - Cryo grenades and all - deployed to the ruins to smack some Terminator heads in. Not just great in melee, they used heavier weapons that could match a bolter, and could disregard a great deal of punishment and shrapnel too. Very sexy. Very hot. Indeed, almost as hot as an HRD assassin babe in yoga pants too. Yow'za! Ha! Now that's what Madison wished she was fighting against today. Umph.​
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chef's kiss​
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Anyway. As the sky burned above her on the deflector shields and the temperature on the walls got spicy. Moral was high for the defenders. Madison Starr went back to blasting any Terminatrix robots approaching the temple ruins with her giant repeater.​
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It was gonna be a busy day.​
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Major Faction

Auteme

if they're watching anyways
Auteme
Character Bio


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The seer's words grounded her, bringing Auteme briefly back to herself. Even though she was not yet in the meld, she found her mind wandering -- how many beings she could sense across Tython, not to mention the planet itself. She stood in the shadow of a giant, a great beating heart unlike anything she'd encountered.

She felt small. Weak, desperate, in the face of the terror of the Maw, she had called every friend and cashed every favour to bring together a defense worthy of such a world. And they were formidable. How many thousands, millions of soldiers and crew and Jedi and allies were gathered? The greatest technologies, finest soldiers, brightest souls assembled to confront the Maw. And still, she felt small, like the great world of Tython was indifferent to her efforts. She could hear it saying, who decided you could destroy planets?

She didn't mind. It made for one less thing to worry about, and Force knew she had many other things to worry about. The many people here were first on her conscience, as always. Having called so many here, she had brought herself the potential guilt of losing them.

Nonetheless Asmundr's words were enough. With a deep breath she found her resolve; every reason she had to fear was also a reason she had for strength. Her worries didn't subside -- they never could -- but merely became secondary to the task at hand. She joined with Master Sarratt and Master Varobalder, and entered the meld.

The great seeing stone that stood next to them served as an anchor, a bright light they tied themselves to, connecting all their threads. She could see them -- every strand, reaching and wrapping around Tython. Some had a thousand threads, reinforced and woven by careful hands, and others were like string, spider's silk that might be blown away by a light breeze.

The first tug she felt was from the former of those threads. Cotan had been here for a while; his distress was hers, but his connection to Tython was stronger than nearly any thread she had. They were tied to the seeing stone, yet Cotan seemed to be a great boulder of his own, holding so many things in place.

She had no words for him -- what could she say that he did not already know? Nonetheless she lent him strength and heart, and a touch more. Nearby Cotan and Asha, a glowing thread materialized, forming, turning, weaving into the unmatched form of a Corosian phoenix. She breathed life into it, and the phoenix soared, making a trail like snow in the sky. A touch more strength and it soared forward, leading their way to Akar Kesh -- and quickly returning, whenever it felt danger.

Distantly, though, she felt another thread being pulled; she strengthened the cord, and spoke.

"Romi? Are you there?"
 
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Major Faction

Simon Meinrad

O R D E R
Simon Meinrad
Character Bio

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C A V A L I E R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
TYTHON | KALETH
Anja Doreva Anja Doreva
ALLIES | NIO
ENEMIES | EVERYONE
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THE LIGHT BEGOTTEN​

He would not suffer the Darkness. Like the Sith and their predecessors, they would fail and ultimately be scattered to the darkest corners of the Galaxy; yet they have made their biggest gambit in coming to Tython. Destroy it in hopes to break the balance it preserves. Tip the scales in favor for the Sith and their decadent servants, undermining the welfare and order of the Galaxy. Their ambitions and overconfidence would be their downfall, and they would fall on this day.

A column of white followed him as a detachment of Stormtroopers accompanied the Imperial Knight. They were one small company compared to the rest of Imperial operations ongoing on Tython. Many divisions were dedicated to the assault on Tython; hundreds of thousands, no doubt. They were not only instructed to slaughter the Maw, but also to undermine and attack the Alliance should they interfere with their path of righteousness. The light called for aid, yet Iron would always be its resolve.

"I sense someone...no, people nearby," the Templar spoke to his second-in-command, feeling the presence and power of a certain necromancer. That familiar aura of someone being a slave to the Darkside. She was not alone from what he could sense.

<"Nothing on the scanners, sir.">

"Have the men ready, we will take them by surprise," he ordered his subordinate. "And remember," he further added, "we are here to destroy this fountain of wisdom, I have no interests in preserving any remnants of it. Understand?"

<"Yes, sir.">

Many would come to Kaleth for its knowledge. They would try to salvage texts, scriptures, holocrons, wand whatever valuable artifacts in its halls. The Jedi and Sith would claw at each other for it. For Simon, it held no interest for him though his heart would disagree as he once wore the robes of a Jedi before being disappointed in its delusions and find something much more practical and incorruptible. The iconography of the Jedi and Sith should and must desist, and burning every stone of this temple would be a great step to achieve that. Too long the Galaxy suffered the same cycle between the Jedi and Sith, and now it would break from cleansing. They would be preserving a history with nothing invaluable to learn from, only a history built on mistakes and egos of two clashing cults. Why preserve it when they could start anew without such pestilence?

On the road they were on, he could feel the Lady of Bone's aura growing stronger and stronger...

<"Sir! I'm picking up on-">

"I know," with a magnificent silver springing to life from his lightsaber. "Hurry, captain! Get those men into the temple! I will do what I must," bold, and impulsive to seek out the Darksider from the ranks of the enemy. Soon blood would be spilled over the valley and the steps of the temple. Its halls would be their burial.
 
Major Faction

Vulcan Krayt

Adorable but deadly!
Vulcan Krayt
Character Bio
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Objective: Board the Avatar of War
Equipment: Sword, M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1 M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol, M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2, Thermal Detonators x50, Magnetic Detonators x 50, Perun's Call
Allies: Enclave
Enemies: BOTM
Tagged: Fenn Stag | Shakka Bralor | Runi Kuryida | Kaz Krayt | Gwyneira Krayt | Vulcan Krayt Vulcan Krayt | @Omen Mereel Verin Oldo Verin Oldo | Vemric Keldra | Isla Draellix-Kobitana Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Khione Khione | Vaux Gred Vaux Gred | Mylo Thorne | Aculia Voland Aculia Voland | Juno - 11/0571 Juno - 11/0571 | Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber | Tren Chaar Tren Chaar | Open


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The waiting for the signal was the thing that got you the quickest, as your doubt rears itself, the usual classics of Self Gaslighting include; "I'll mess up? What if I am a hindrance? What if I am not being Mandolorian enough?" The Young Ubese had to push all the thoughts aside as he strode across the Hangar to a Pod. Yet with Hydra, you cut a head off, 8 will grow to avenge the one missing. The Avatar of War was a Hydra with guns, lots and lots of guns.

Vulcan was now secured into a drop pod, the objective is to Board their Warship. The teen knew that he was going to be in for the fight of his life. He had brought a small chest of draws worth of Explosives and weaponry, just for the occasion, better resort to what you do best, despite the setbacks he faced recently.

He still needs to realise that it is normal to feel betrayed and hurt along with a tearful moment away from the others. Vulcan rarely cried, he sulks, pouts and is very PA at times. As of the days before Tython, he did not care who saw him, he needed it.

Vulcan has never boarded a ship this big before, a Mountain was one thing, this was quite the other. Should he stress about it? No. The time for second-guessing was over and Vulcan had to step up.

So that was why he was the first into a pod to launch. That said, he did hang around to make sure he was in the correct grouping. He must be getting smarter, as he isn't utterly foolhardy. He jumped at the chance to fight Maw. Fight against the Sith, rise to the Mandalorian Creed and not wait to be guided.

Proactivity is key to bettering him in The Way. He's even progressed to writing Mando'a, well semi-coherently mind you. Besides, he was able to put whistling birds into his leg for extra protection and fighting capabilities. Many will say he has too much, he replied with a Shai like quip that a Mando should have more than what he has.

Romul's speech rejuvenated the boarding forces with fresh purposes and vigour, gave them a needlepoint resolve, bring that thing down before the Maw had a chance to use it. The pod itself was snug and he had decent room to move around if need be. The sensors were alerting him that he was fast approaching the Warship of The Maw.

Vulcan stared, that is a huge ship, there is going to be full drawn-out battles in its interiors, he can't imagine that it will be anything but dull, Ships usually are if you don't live in them enough. He quietly hoped that they were enough to bring it down and/or stop it from utterly incinerating Tython.

They flew into an intense warzone and Vulcan had to nudge his pod to the left to avoid shrapnel. Now it begins. The test that he was waiting for.
 
Major Faction

Ingrid L'lerim

E T E R N A L - E M P R E S S
Ingrid L'lerim
Moderator
Character Bio
Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​
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Objective: Try to assassinate Darth Solipsis
Location: Akar Kesh, Tython
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: Zachariel Steelblood Zachariel Steelblood
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[ Lady of the Dark ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

  • Ingrid speaks Zach, and teleports after him, and continues her walking towards the temple.
Ingrid L'lerim said:
Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​
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Objective: Try to assassinate Darth Solipsis
Location: Surface, Tython
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: Zachariel Steelblood Zachariel Steelblood
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[ Lady of the Dark ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

  • Ingrid arrives to the place where she senses Solipsis, but Zachariel is in her way.

This day was interesting for the woman. Dromund Kaas was the first time that the Eternal Empire could actually reappear among the great powers of the Galaxy. Today was the second. They used to be there with Csilla and Korriban when the Ashlan Crusade tried to destroy the planet, though it wasn't very significant. But now yes; they were present with considerable force both on ground and in space. However, this day was strange and unusual.

The Maw was definitely the enemy of the Eternal Empire, and the Eternal Empress wanted them to fall, because of their actions, because of their methods. However, the fact did not matter at all whether or not Maw would be successful in destroying the planet. If so, well, there will be three fewer Nexus in the galaxy. They even do the Wardens of the Shroud a favour. At least the Wardens don’t have to perform openly and try something like that.

However, Ingrid was interested in something else today. She, like a lot of people in the galaxy, wanted to kill Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis . And the man was here on the planet. It was hard to not sense him as he was surrounded with the darkest focal point on the planet. And the Dark Side attracted her. Not because she was one of them; simply, it aroused much more hunger in the red-haired woman. Absorb and devour their power, as she did with the energies of Carnifex and Prazutis when they fought.

She was in constant contact with Baron Reinhardt Ström and Aximand Sicarus Aximand Sicarus ; the two men were responsible for ground and space battles, respectively. She asked them for constant reports. They knew the woman wanted to hunt down Solipsis on the planet's surface. Behead the snake, once and for all. That’s why she left her own troops when she sensed that Dark Voice was on the planet, too. Ingrid teleported near that place. However, here, before she could get close to Dark Voice, someone was already waiting for the Eternal Empress…

The man promised this at the Netherworld that this would happen. As she did as well, that is, she'll kill him, if he does not stand aside. Nevertheless, the woman had not yet attacked, but given her lover, the warlord of the Bloodsworn Tribe, a chance. A chance to live.

"Get out of my way Zachariel! You won’t get a second chance to stand aside!" her voice was ice cold, emotionless, now it didn't have the usual passionate and playful tone in her voice that the woman usually speaks to her lover when they are alone.

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Objective: Tython Accord
Location: Surface, Naboo
Equipment: Equipment: The Soulsabers (hidden) | Brynja coat | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Tags: Baron Reinhardt Ström | Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe | Balt Vizsla | Isla Draellix-Kobitana Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Open
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[ Lady of the Dark ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

  • Ingrid arrives to the meeting.

Naboo; ironically the former capital of the CIS. Although Ingrid agreed that it would have been difficult to choose a more iconic neutral venue for this meeting. The Eternal Empire said yes to GA's request and they travelled to the planet. Ingrid, as usual lately, was accompanied by Baron Reinhardt Ström. The grumpy uncle; most of all it was the best token the Eternal Empress found about the man.

After landing, she was walking along the ramp, accompanied by the four bodyguards, and on the "runway" to the vehicle, which would take her to the rendezvous site. Ingrid had never loved bodyguards, but it was now a situation where it was all mandatory. There was also a fifth bodyguard with her, invisible. She trusted him the best of those present. NN220, formerly known as Alain Price. Commander-in-Chief of Shadow Company. The man was there with her at NIO and GA talks, and whenever she was negotiating with the AC. Only no one knew about it.

The last meeting with GA was quite tense, and although results were achieved, it was ironically easier to negotiate with the NIO. They were more like them.

<"Overseer, please try to be restrained. If the data is correct, the Enclave will also be present. It would be unfortunate if GA were turned against us as they are allies. Let the Enclave look like barbarians, savages, not us. We are more civilised than they are."> she told him.

They soon arrived at the meeting place. Here, she allowed the members of the delegation, or rather the reception committee, to accompany her into the meeting room. If all is true, Tithe was already here, and she greeted the man with joy.

"Old friend, Chancellor! Nice to meet you again in person. It last happened a long time ago." she greeted Tithe and gave a hand, accompanied by a sincere and kind smile.

Ever since they last met on Coruscant during her captivity, Ingrid hasn't aged a minute. Besides, one thing was still the same, the red-haired woman was really happy to see the Chancellor.

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Objective 1/3
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim | Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis | Hi'los Krai
Anyone else warposting and attacking Akar Kesh, if you wish to fight, feel free to reach out :)
Duel: CLOSED
Warpost: DM me to work something out, NuMo#0475
Links: Weapons | Some vehicles and other stuff​

Tython, final objective of the Brotherhood, last desperate gamble to destroy the homeworld of the Jedi. The Brotherhood had traveled far for this, sacrificed much, and they would sacrifice even more to achieve their goals. With any luck, they would succeed and leave the planet a desolate wasteland, or a debris field.

However, as the Bloodsworn took up position around Akar Kesh, as Zachariel stood to the defenses, he wondered how possible it truly was. As a warlord, the gen'dai was fed constant reports from every source he could get his hands on. Their reports were grim. If they didn't succeed now in reshaping the galaxy… well, they would burn that bridge should they need to.

For now, Zachariel had defenses to organize and a lover to hold off. He knew, all in the Maw knew, that the alliance would attack this place, seeking to kill Solipsis and stop the ritual. As such, there were those to stand in their way. The Bloodsworn were simply one of those defenders, and Zachariel one of its leaders.

Standing on the rocky outcrop, he looked across the rough defensive lines, and grinned. No matter what happened, this would be bloody. He could already feel it in the Force, the death and bloodshed that was happening and that would. Closing his eyes, the warlord breathed deeply of that rich scent.

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Opening his eyes, Zachariel's gaze swept the area. The scenery had changed, no longer was he atop a rocky outcropping, now he stood in a sort of dip in the mountain. He had left his prior position in search of a better place to fight, a place where someone may try to sneak past. This was all but perfect for it, and as Ingrid materialized across from him, he chuckled and shook his head. She had become somewhat predictable, at least to him. It helped that he knew her plans to kill Solipsis.

Her short declaration made him shake his head once more, arms still folded behind his back. They both knew the times for games had passed, now was a time for action. And that meant neither could stand down.
"My dear, you know as well as I, that won't happen."

Moving his arms from his back to his sides, he smoothly unholstered his weapons at the same time. Axe in one hand, sword in the other, Zachariel stood ready to fight, yet he didn't move.


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In the defense of Akar Kesh and Solipsis, all that could be done to defend the Voice, had been done. In the case of the Bloodsworn, they were hardly used to being on the defensive. But needs must. As such, they set about with all their usual skill and no small amount of gusto, eager to fight in the shadow of their warlord and the Dark Voice once more.

Where they could, trenches had been hastily dug in what small time they had. However, these were hardly extensive and were instead focused on single squads. Most squads simply used the environment and their vehicles for cover. Others still were atop speeders and other vehicles, prepared to rush forward once the enemy engaged. The response of the Bloodsworn was many and varied, but they stood ready to defend Akar Kesh.

Heavy weapon teams set up on overlooks, regular squads huddled in cover, and others still prepared to rush forth. Above the din and clamor of war, the Chosen directed the loyal followers of the Bloodsworn, even as they too readied for war. Their orders had been simple, hold off any who dared try and interrupt the ritual.

War returned to this part of Tython, and the Bloodsworn began their desperate fight to hold off the allied forces. Across their lines, fire began to pour forth and war cries left their lips.
"For the glory of the Bloodsworn! For the Dark Three!"

And thus, the Bloodsworn fought.

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Ingrid L'lerim said:
Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​
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Objective: Try to assassinate Darth Solipsis
Location: Surface, Tython
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: Zachariel Steelblood Zachariel Steelblood
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[ Lady of the Dark ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

  • Ingrid not attacks Zach yet, but gives him a second chance to change his mind.

"This is your last chance to change your mind." she told him aloud.

~ I don't care if the Maw destroys this planet and the two moons. We will only win if there are three Nexus less in the galaxy… ~ she continued in a telepathic way.

"But your ruler must die today." and finished her words aloud again.

She really didn’t care about the planet and its fate. Zach needed to know exactly that. The red-haired woman watched as the man pulled out his weapons. She hasn't done the same yet. Ingrid still trusted that the man would have a better insight and decide he would let her do what she needed to do. Under her helmet, she smiled bitterly for a moment when she saw the weapons. They were dreadful weapons against anyone. But not against Ingrid. Those were only an ordinary sword and an axe against the woman; two resistant weapons, nothing more.

"I hope you know they are ineffective against me." she told him as she tilted her head a little.

There was no doubt that she would make the man's weapons in such a way that Zachariel would never be able to use them against her. The red-haired woman trusted the man as much as possible for her, but Ingrid was also paranoid. She left nothing to chance. Especially not her life. The Empress knew Zach was stubborn, so she hadn't walked in the direction of the man yet, because she expected the man to attack her at that moment.

"Be a good boy, drop your weapons and get out of my way!" she said.

She still hadn't pulled out her own weapons, Zach only got a second chance because the woman was enjoying her lover's company too much… however, there will be no third chance.

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Zachariel Steelblood said:
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Objective 1/3
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim
Anyone else warposting and attacking Akar Kesh, if you wish to fight, feel free to reach out :)
Duel: CLOSED
Warpost: DM me to work something out, NuMo#0475
Links: Weapons | Some vehicles and other stuff

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Snorting at her words, he shakes his head again. At her telepathic words, he scoffed. She still didn't understand, then again, the truth was hidden. The Maw wasn't simply here to destroy Tython, but tear the galaxy apart. Reaching out telepathically, he responded.
"Ingrid, one planet and all its moons aren't the goal of the Brotherhood. This ritual, it will destroy more than just Tython, it will split the galaxy in two."

Aloud, he laughed and responded with utter confidence.
"Solipsis will not die this day, and even if he should, it won't be by your hand."

Through this though, he understood what she meant. This world was simply one other to her, the same as it was to him. At the same time, it was the make or break it point for the Brotherhood. Succeed or fail, the success of the ritual would determine it all. And Zachariel would not allow Ingrid to interrupt it. And thus, despite her hopes that he would see reason, he wouldn't see her reason. Twirling them as she spoke of how ineffective they would be against her, he shook his head.

"In the end, they are still sharpened pieces of metal. More than enough with which to remove your head from your shoulders." Smirking, he cocked his head to the side. "Though the powers you imbued into these weapons have certainly come in handy. For that, I thank you."

"Further, one is yours, one is not." Holding the sword up before his helmet, in a salute of sorts, he lowered it and repeated it with the sword. "Which is it?"

Weapons at his side once more, the warlord made no move to lower either blade. She could try all she wanted, but he wouldn't move. She would not pass him this day, that he would make certain of. Twirling them idly by his sides, he still made no further moves. Ingrid expected him to rush her, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. And so, he fully expected some sneak attack from his lover, so he watched, and waited for her to attack first, making it clear hers was the first move.


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"Zach, this is not how the Force works… Politically, yes he can divide and split diplomatic and political axes into two. But he can't do more damage to the Force than a local damage." she told him.

Through Zach, she had some idea of what Solipsis wanted. Large-scale plans. Maybe it would have been feasible, but only if all the major Nexus in the galaxy were attacked at once. However, she saw in the man's posture that he finally understood what the woman was thinking. That she wasn't here to protect the planet. This place did not matter to the Eternal Empire. Not really. And the woman would have sacrificed any planet in the galaxy to get the Eternal Empire to achieve its goals and get closer to the final plans of the Wardens of the Shroud.

Unlike her daughter, the Empress of the Eternal Empire was not a Saint. Neither literally nor figuratively.

But like everyone in this galaxy, she had to pretend. Alright, Maw didn't pretend, but everyone else did. No one was as spotlessly clean and good as they had shown themselves to be. There was a common enemy, yes. But nothing more. She or anyone who thought long-term was ready to compromise with others. For bigger plans, for ultimate success, for the well-being of the Empire and its citizens. That was something Ström didn't understand either; the "grumpy uncle" was a great soldier but a terrible politician.

"The NIO has already stolen from me the chance to kill the Emperor of the Sith Empire, you won't steal my chance to kill Solipsis." she told him.

That is, the case still hurt the woman's ego, it would have been the culmination of her assassination career. Actually, maybe it wasn't the NIO, it was Grayson. But it no longer mattered, nearly ten years after the war ended, the present was important. She sighed under her helmet again. She knew Zach knew exactly that it would be smoke if he cut off her head. Because of the Sith, she was not a human being for a very long time ago.

"Are you sure my head is truly my head?" she asked with a chuckle, mockingly, alluding to being a semi-Force entity who typically consists of smoke and transforms.

Ingrid finally took out the two daggers. Not the swords, not the lightsaber with pieces of Adrian's soul, but the two simple military knives. The red-haired woman concentrated for a moment and was no longer there. She hadn't attacked Zachariel yet, just teleported past him. She appeared again behind the man's back, at least a good six to eight metres. She looked back at the man for a moment, then walked on to the temple.

"Behind you, honey!" she said back to the man.

At that moment, she also felt that Eina and Geiseric had arrived on the planet, not so far from her and Zach.

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Major Faction

Albrecht F. Herlock

Honneur, Patrie, Valeur, Discipline
Albrecht F. Herlock
Character Bio
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Objective II END OF AN ERA
Location: Tython's orbit
Equipment: uniform, custom-made blaster pistol, ceremonial sword, telescope

Tags : Aculia Voland Aculia Voland , Juno - 11/0571 Juno - 11/0571 , Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick , Ari Naldax Ari Naldax , Artemis Toth Artemis Toth , Aximand Sicarus Aximand Sicarus , Balt Vizsla , Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber , Derix Tirall Derix Tirall , Isla Draellix-Kobitana Isla Draellix-Kobitana , Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen , Mellifluous Magenta Mellifluous Magenta , Mith'akis'ormo Mith'akis'ormo , Mylo Thorne , Rex Valhoun Rex Valhoun , Romul Saxon Romul Saxon , The Amalgam The Amalgam , Tren Chaar Tren Chaar , Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha , VADM Tarsa Doon VADM Tarsa Doon , Vaux Gred Vaux Gred , Vemric Keldra , Verin Oldo Verin Oldo , Caoimhe Crannach Caoimhe Crannach

Name​
Class​
Status​
Commanding Officer​
X101 Pride of Anaxes​
Fully crewed, operationnal​
X102 Audacious​
Fully crewed, operationnal​
X103 Courageous​
Fully crewed, operationnal​
CV-2 Tonnant​
Fully crewed, operationnal​
Silencieux​
Fully crewed, operationnal​
AIV L'Effroyable​
Fully crewed, operationnal​
Commander Louis Fort-Drake​
AIV Le Téméraire​
Fully crewed, operationnal​
Commander Schwanhelt Bulge​
AIV Le Malin​
Fully crewed, operationnal​
Commander Arthur Leywin​
AIV L'indomptable​
Fully crewed, operationnal​
Commander Philippe Montcalm​

Legend: comm in, comm out, ship's intercom and broadcast system, crew
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Escort frigate X101 Pride of Anaxes
Commanding officer : Commodore Albrecht Herlock

When the small fleet came out of hyperspace, the amount of ships in this sector was enormous. The radar alert couldn't stop beeping as it gave informations about the ships that were present , such as their names and allegiance. Herlocke was on the bridge of his ship, the Pride of Anaxes, giving his orders. The moment the ship came back to real space, the usual broadcast came out of the speakers.

"General quarters, general quarters, all hands man your battlestations !"

At the same time, the ships took formation, with the Silencieux, the Pride of Anaxes, the Tonnant, the Audacious and the Audacious forming a battle line while covered on their starboard side by L'Effroyable and L'Indomptable and on the port side by Le Téméraire and Le Malin.

"Comms officer, tell the Silencieux to enter in stealth mode. The Tonnant and the Audacious will break formation and destroy ground targets with the help of Le Malin and L'Effroyable. The remaining ships will remain on reserve. Wait for the order to launch the attack. Glory to the Empire !"

The fleet broke formation, with the Tonnant, the Audacoius, Le Malin and L'Effroyable heading towards the planet's atmosphere. The small corvette entered in stealth mode and started scouting. Then, an alert came out from the comms officer console.

"Sir, communication incomming from the Tregessar."

"I'll take it on my console."

"Aye Sir !"

The small holographic display on his conole activated, showing the faces of Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber , VADM Tarsa Doon VADM Tarsa Doon and Caoimhe Crannach Caoimhe Crannach .

"Commodore Herlocke reporting for duty. My ships are in position, waiting for the moment to launch the attack."
 
Major Faction

Tren Chaar

Revenant
Tren Chaar
Character Bio
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CRITICAL

TYTHON
B-WING HEAVY STARFIGHTER​

Revenant Squadron
Galactic Alliance
New Imperial Order
Ashlan Crusade
Eternal Empire
Elysium Empire
Silver Jedi Concord
Brotherhood of the Maw

-Revenant launches
and awaits their orders

“Attention all flight personnel, battlestations, battlestations, report to your commanders immediately.”

The call to arms rung out through hallways and hangars of the cruiser housing Revenant Squadron in orbit over Tython. Pilots, technicians, marines and crew hurried through the Galactic Alliance vessel to take up their assigned position for the battle ahead. Points of light appearing against the starfield background outside signalled the arrival of both Brotherhood and allied fleets above the Jedi holy world.

Amid the chaos, Commander Tren Chaar dismounted a hoversled next to his B-wing and quickly clambered up a ladder into his cockpit as his astromech was hoisted into position. The eleven other pilots of Revenant Squadron were likewise preparing for launch.

Some commanders had gathered their squadrons to deliver a motivational speech ahead of the battle. Revenant instead mounted their starfighters in silence. Unlike the other squadrons, Revenant relied on skill, determination and training to see them through the mission, not frail concepts like ‘luck’ or ‘the Force’. Chaar didn’t want anything distracting his pilots in their final moments before the shooting started.

The mixed squadron of A-wing, B-wings and X-wings shot out of the hangar and formed up into their three Flights. The com-scan was illuminated unlike anything Chaar had seen, the device struggling to display all the friendly and enemy units arriving in-system. The combined Alliance, Ashlan, Eternal, Elysium and Silver Jedi fleets were orientating themselves against the forces of the Brotherhood, while the New Imperials held position on the edge of the conflict.

To say it was a target rich environment was an understatement.

“All winds, report in,” Chaar ordered, running a final check over his B-wing as he waited for his pilots to report in. “Stand by for tasking.”
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Major Faction

Dodhorn Harert

H E L L W O L F
Dodhorn Harert
Character Bio
Dodhorn Harert, the Hellwolf of Mandalore
Alor of Clan Harert, Sith Lord, Former Mandalore the Ruthless​
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Objective: Protect Darth Solipsis and his ritual.
Location: Top of Akar Kesh, Tython
Equipment: Beskar'gam | 2x Beskad | 2x Su'arnr be Tracyn | 1x red blade lightsaber
Writing With: Vilaz Munin Vilaz Munin | Briika Munin Briika Munin
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open
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[ Let There Be Night ]
<"Mandalorian or ur-Kittât"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

  • Dodhorn waits her preys.
Dodhorn Harert said:
Dodhorn Harert, the Hellwolf of Mandalore
Alor of Clan Harert, Sith Lord, Former Mandalore the Ruthless​
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Objective: Protect Darth Solipsis and his ritual.
Location: Around the ritual
Equipment: Beskar'gam | 2x Beskad | 2x Su'arnr be Tracyn | 1x red blade lightsaber
Writing With: Vilaz Munin Vilaz Munin | Briika Munin Briika Munin
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open
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[ Let There Be Night ]
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  • Dodhorn arrives and prepares to the defences.

Dodhorn has been a pretty good fit in the current world order lately. Maw and Death’s Hand were perfectly suited to the woman’s goals. A place where she didn’t look weird because most of the Mandalorians who joined this faction were like her. Although Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze has not yet convinced her that it would be worthy of the name or title he owned; nevertheless, the woman still gave him a last chance. He can prove his worth today. This will be the man's final test.

If he proves unworthy, Dodhorn will kill him. The Hellwolf did not tolerate weakness and incompetence. She joined the New Sith Order here and the attackers precisely to oversee Khamul's actions. The other reason was much more poetic. She's never been on this planet before. And the woman wasn't particularly famous for going to some planet as a tourist. No, she used to conquer. Or just destroy. In this case, she would have been happy if Tython had been destroyed and drowned into blood.

She hated the Jedi as both a Sith and a Mandalorian; so it all seemed perfectly perfect to the woman. Last but not least, she had the opportunity to really kill a Jedi so long ago. And drink of their blood. Oh yes, how thirsty she was to the Jedi's or Sith's blood Although, right now, Dodhorn had to make a temporary alliance with the Sith. Although what is delayed does not depend. Sooner or later, the laws of the age in which she lived will be fulfilled. The Sith do not form an alliance with each other, but kill each other.

The Hellwolf looked ahead, into the distance. Where they were now almost sounds like an invitation. Almost every New Sith Order member was here nearby, leaving a huge darkening spot on the planet, in the Force. The Force storms are already raging because the balance has been broken. She knew the history of the planet, the origin of the Je'daii order. Dodhorn would have enjoyed seeing these ancient memories perish forever.

But in the meantime, there will still be a lot of blood flowing today. The Hellwolf smiled mockingly under her helmet. She couldn't wait for the defenders of the planet to arrive where they were.

And she wanted their blood…

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A K A A N
TYTHON | AKAR KESH
Briika Munin Briika Munin
Dodhorn Harert Dodhorn Harert
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DARKEST HOUR

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The fires of war lingered to whatever kindling there was left. Slowly fading from his soul, he felt as if he was a shell of a man with no purpose. Peace sapped his strength and vision, Vilaz presuming these were the tricks of the Trickster god and the Sloth god to strip him from being the man he was. To bring to a decadent state and make him into a lesser man. The clans still were divided, no union of Mandalorians to be seen. Their enemy, the Sith Empire, was all that brought them together until the Sith were no more but mere ashes; fading into the wind, but alas seeds of that cult sought refuge in the Unknown Regions. Along with them, Mandalorians that bowed to these new Dark Lords.

For years now he did nothing about it. The Mandalorians with the Maw were of no threat or care to Vilaz, almost indifferent to their cause though disturbed to the power they held when Csilla was sacked and became a barren; much more barren than a glassed Mandalore. Even still, he did not bother to pick up his beskad and point it to these zealots. All he did was try to peacefully enjoy the spoils of victory against the Sith.

However, the spoils of victory against the Sith dried out for him too quickly, and all he had left was his family and clan to look after. Acting no more than mercenaries for the New Imperials, being left alone to their own autonomous rule as Tavlar once decreed long before his passing. Some found glory in the credits they earned from their endurance, others found it in combat itself. For the elder Munin? It was repellent for a proud people like his to be fighting for cold credits or to have said glory in fighting wars for foreigners. There was no value to be fighting for any of those causes; there was honor and righteousness, however, to be fighting for their people and to create an empire like their ancestors.

A wild dream of his, hoping to see an age of Mandalorians to tame the stars before he would ultimately pass away. Yet abhorring from his stagnation, he made a pillage to his gods seeking their wisdom and clarity. To know what he must and shall do...and so his prayers were answered with a vision.

TYTHON​

A world sacred to the Jedi...a world consumed by darkness, unholy flames that licked its earth. Blood stains everywhere and reality warped by the power of ominous entities. The onslaught, however, didn't stop there in his vision. It would spread like a cancer to what was most dear to him. The heads of his family and clan at his feet, and all for his apathy to these zealots. For not wanting to lend a hand to stop these ruthless barbarians, he would pay a price should he continue to do so...
He would not be responsible for the death of his clan and kin for his lack of action. His armor and beskad would be burnished once more to finally face this newfound foe. Upon his vision he made the preparations for Tython quickly, rallying many of his warriors to this banner. The flames of war ablazed within his heart, enough to lay waste to various systems should he want it to be so. His flame need no kindling to be alive, and it would not surrender to the wind or water.

These zealots; this conglomerate of Sith, Mandalorians, and other foul marauders worshipped and called for war.

And so he would answer their call.
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I will show them war

They had reached Tython along with the New Imperials and whatever allies they had. Vilaz and his clan operated on their vessels, cruisers and dreadnoughts that would coordinate with the New Imperials against the rampaging Maw. Already the flames of combat fanned across Tython, countless lives showing up in arms against this threat or lending their swords to their aid. His position did not belong here within the safe confines of his flagship; it belonged below in the atmosphere of Tython.

"Prepare my mount," he ordered to his shipmaster before turning heel to walk out of the command bridge. Walking with his wife at his side to the hangar where his prized basilisk war droid would await for its master. Organized warriors rushed to their war droids, starfighters, or shuttles to do what must be done. They followed Vilaz without question, always earning their respect and loyalty when called upon. They would follow him to the jaws of death if he marched so. The Munin was always the first in leading his warriors in battle, and always the last to leave its torment.

"Don't leave my side," he said while looking at his wife through his helmet, wrapping an arm around her to pull himself closer to her. Touching the 'forehead' of their helmets, before pulling himself from her and mounted his war droid and helping his wife to aboard the behemoth droid. "Let's ride!" the war droid suspending itself from the durasteel floor, and launching itself out of the hangar bay with other Mandalorians in their respective transport. A detachment of warriors accompanied him and his wife, along with an escort of fighters. The war droid at his command powered through at full speed, racing to the sphere of Tython. Racing until they were coming hot through its atmosphere via reentry. No radiation would harm them from the impeccable engineering of the droid.

"There..." his eyes focusing on the great pillar that erected to the heavens with an ancient temple where chaos was wanting to escape. Just like his vision foretold...
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LOCATION: Tython Orbit - Enroute ground side; objective Akar Kesh
ALLIES: Vilaz Munin Vilaz Munin , Sons of Mandalore/NIO, others TBD
ENEMIES: Dodhorn Harert Dodhorn Harert (eventually), BotM/NSO, others TBD
GEAR: See bio

WE_ARE_WARRIORS

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Ever since Mand'alor the Undying's crusades, Briika and Vilaz had been fighting together. They were the strongest working as one as the now long-married Mando'ade had celebrated many victories and joys. But of course, the couple had suffered sorrows, and yes, grave disappointments along the way too. The consequences of the Red Coronation had been the low point for them no doubt. But with great resolve and perseverance, the clan had survived their exile and now prospered albeit in a quieter way than they were used to... until now. It was time to draw blood. Good thing she wore the right shade of red.

During a recent spiritual journey to Shogun, a vision had come to the Concordian warlord, showing him their destiny, to which awakened Vilaz from the melancholy of peace to the true Mandalorian warrior he once was and needed to be again for himself, his family, and the clan. It was now or never to take action. Which brought the Sons of Mandalore to Tython with their Imperial allies; The Munin leading the way as he had always done into battle.

One more time into the breach, The Baar'ur would go, alongside her riduur, and she wouldn't want it any other way as the cry of war sounded loud once again and the Akaan answered. Clan Munin would stand tall against the Brotherhood of the Maw and their minions.

<You know I always have your six, cyar'ika... Just don't go wandering off half-cocked doing reckless things without me. Someone needs to keep track of those wayward wrist rockets of yours> The Tor Munin quipped over their private comms channel, starting off the banter the two often enjoyed during the throes of danger shared.

With a traditional Keldabe kiss shared between lovers before going into battle, each mounted their respective war droids and prepared for what was to come as the hangar bay doors of the ship opened up for their drop from orbit to the planet below.

<Let's ride!> called the War Chief, rallying his vanguard to him before launching himself out of the hangar on his behemoth basilisk.

<Oya!> Briika exclaimed loudly with pride in her voice; a chorus coming from the other clansmen in the same tone.

The petite Mando warrior engaged her own powerful and dangerous semi-sentient combat droid, for which he was named Buruk, then she followed Vilaz down through the atmosphere in tandem to the area known as Akar Kesh.

Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur.​

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Dodhorn was on top of Akar Kesh, looking around from here, all around. She saw the Maw units in the distance as they came closer and closer. Or they have just landed; the enemy forces as they were already present on the planet. From the north, she saw the Scar Hounds Tribe begin to march here near Akar Kesh. The former Mandalore the Ruthless reached into the Force to get a feel for what was going on around her. In the Force, she not only felt the lives of those near and far, but she saw and felt their blood.

The eye and the physical senses can deceive the mind, the Force cannot. She knew the attackers would arrive soon. Not only did she feel it, she knew it. Dodhorn spent nearly two centuries as a warlord on the battlefield. It was something that has become a being of you, and you will never forget, you will always feel. Even the taste of the blood. The Hellwolf was not in the mood to be a warlord today; today she preferred her own prey. She didn’t want to waste the blood of millions, to see the earth drink it on the battlefield. No, today she will have a more valuable prey, the blood of which is a challenge to get it.

And that’s why it’s so much sweeter… the Hellwolf loved the thrill of the hunt and the smell and taste of sweet and hot blood.

As for the meat, the good little puppy, Kralmus Orr Kralmus Orr , if he behaves well, might even get meat. The cannibal warrior entertained and amused the woman every time. She wondered for a moment what it would be like if the woman gave him the flesh of their own ruler, Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze , because the man proved unworthy of his title. She chuckled; it would have been a very fun and funny situation.

Even though the woman did not participate in the defence today as a general because she was defending Solipsis' ritual, that did not mean that Clan Harert's forces and units were not there on the planet among the Maw's forces or just up there on board the Avatar of War…

And then she finally felt through the Force that something was approaching.

The sangnir smiled under her helmet with a cruel, predatory smile. After all, she was a predator. And one of the best of it. The source of blood. Not to mention, he, her prey weren't alone, but two. The approaching basilisk looked at the droid, there were two on it. Hmm, she only saw one person in the dream, she tasted the blood only of one of her kind, not more. Although she has already learned that such prophecies often lead her astray. What the dream foretold often was incorrect.

Maybe today too...

Although she never regretted being able to taste the blood of even more worthy people…

She reached out to the Force and sent a telepathic message to Vilaz Munin Vilaz Munin and Briika Munin Briika Munin .

~ Come! I'm waiting for you, children, at the top of the temple! ~ she told them in Mando'a.

Now she had to wait. And the Hellwolf was very good at this, patient… especially when such delicious prey approached her…

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Major Faction

Project Uriel

Model U-1
Project Uriel
Character Bio
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Accessing Uriel Unit Command Matrix:
Location: Reaching the Temple Ruins Outskirts
Allies: The Maw, New Sith Order
Direct Enemy: Alessandra Io Alessandra Io
Mentions: Madison Starr | The Mongrel The Mongrel | Switching to Scylla AI Scylla AI for Warposting next.

Warposting Status Update
A dozen forward terminatrix droids are being shot at, highlighting the positions of enemy combatants in the temple ruins for artillery or sniper fire.

Madison Starr | The Mongrel The Mongrel | @Ruins defenders.
Bolter shells taken straight out of the past landed around the temple ruins frontline, blowing craters and holes out of another ruined memory. Concentrated fire came back toward the advancing dozen terminatrix, shields crackled, and explosions rained around them like wildfire. Yet still, the metal dozen were relentlessly clearing the way with purifying bolter shells, marred or burned by the approach.

The sheer volley of fire coming their way couldn't be ignored. At the vanguard some began to lose shields, take damage to the armor, a black visor or two might have even been broken. Massed cryboan weapons froze one and left it vulnerable to shattering, another lost its legs to explosives and began to crawl forward. A third had its head taken clean off by a particularly well-groomed temple defender, while they made horribly misinformed comments about the aesthetic qualities of the HRD droids!

Incoming fire was anticipated. The Sith would now see their locations to pinpoint their strikes! Information The Mongrel The Mongrel and other SIth could use if they were astute enough, without risking a man to get it, but more on that later from a certain Scylla AI Scylla AI ....

Alessandra Io Alessandra Io

Warning energy discharge, and kinetic impact event.

BOOM

The maser beam crashed home against her energy shield, an extremely potent discharge followed, one the Uriel unit had not registered before. A lighter target might have twisted or been knocked over completely. The heavy walking dreadnaught took the hit, staggered back a step, then another step, thick armored feet digging in to find purchase on the ground below. Its energy shield gave a massive discharge, and a blue sphere began loudly crackling around it, the kinetic force of the beam partially transferring to her armor. Stone or metal rubble from nearby ruins was thrown away from the discharge site, and dust went up everywhere.

Analyzing threat level. EXTREME. Half Energy, Half Kintec Impacts. Self-analyzing damage, energy shield at 50%, armor impact registered, suggested course of response: cover.

Through stone dust and debris, at a twenty meters distance, the position of the beam was triangulated on the HUD and with her own optics. A small crosshair magnified detail, while a square moved across her eyes, swinging in with the firing arc needed to achieve a potentially exact hit on her target. Mechanically adjusting her torso to match while she walked, the MK5-Heavy Bolter answered with five rounds of its own, screeching through the air. Hopefully now inside whatever shield had been erected by the defenders! The explosive grenade-line shells were sent careering toward their intended target Alessandra Io Alessandra Io .

Proceeding slowly forward through dust and rubble crushed underfoot. Partially obscured by the wrecked temple walls and ruins they were now moving within. The distance was computed to now be at 18 meters in a circular approach to Alessandra Io Alessandra Io off to her left.

Analysing Uriel Unit:
Personal Energy Shield: 50%
A1-Ionsider Armor Condition: Impacted
Armor Ionization Buffers Condition: Empty 0%
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 0%
Primary Systems Damage: None
Estimated Combat Capability 200%

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

NPCs
9/12 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.
 
Major Faction

Laertia Io

The Parliament
Laertia Io
Character Bio
BATTLE GROUP A
Leviathan of Danuta (Commanding Battle Group A)
Rhand Class Battle Cruiser (4, Battle Group A)
Battle Group A Cruiser Starfighter Compliment:
B-Wing E Variant
House Io Star Destroyer (7, Battle Group A)
Star Destroyer Starfighter Compliment:
ALL Nuetralizer TIE's
Sarka Class Frigate (10, Battle Group A)
Frigate Starfighter Compliment:
Blast Boats
Grievous-class Star Destroyer (4, Battle Group A)
Star Fighter Compliment: all that are listed in Grievous Class Sub


The Leviathan of Danuta rocked as the weapons of Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha and the large numbers of Star Destroyers fired on his fleet.

Hadrian, if he could have smiled, would have. Perfect. With all their guns trained on them thinking them easy Prey, the ball was in the House's court. They could set the pace of this fight however they pleased. Sensors also detected Gravity Well Projectors, though they hadn't been turned on yet. This was also a hypothetical that had been discussed between he and his Mother in the days leading up to the attack. He was pleased it had turned out to be true...

Predictably, they began to fire on his support vessels. But Hadrian had no intention of sitting still. Nor any intention of fighting honorably.

The Maw had a static defense line basically, like a chain. The Avatar was the anchor they could not leave. The Maw ships were even more sitting ducks then they were.

Hadrian felt his ship rumble as it took glancing blows, his targeting Jammers fully active to try and mess up the systems of the Danuta Leviathan's enemies, The Target Jammers of the Rhand Class Cruisers, as well as those of House Star Destroyers were in full swing

Hadrian sent the order. It was time. Besides, the more they themselves were fired upon, the more hits other enemies of the Maw might be able to get in on the fleet of Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen AND Tu'teggacha. Aculia Voland Aculia Voland certainly had the right idea, for she ordered her ships to press in right behind his own fleet. So the better.

The Maw Fleet was but a chain around their precious super laser.

Chains can be broken.

The Maw expected to fight a normal opponent thinking like a regular fleeter. But House Io knew the score like The Maw did. After all, it was The Maw from whom they had developed their own doctrine of Total War, with nothing held back. They had taught it to Darth Xiphos at Csilla, at Oyokai, and finally, at Rhand, when she had taken their lessons and turned them back upon them by destroying their world ship, sacrificing Rhand's surface and the lives upon it to inflict material loss upon them.

If there was one thing the Maw should have learned about Darth Xiphos at this point, it was that she would go farther...much farther than others would fighting them.

Today was no different.

Xiphos had chosen a particularly godless strategy in this case...

"Tactical..." he called out to one of the Ship A.I.'s.

"Yes, General Hadrian?" asked the Tactical A.I.

"Signal to Battle Group B to begin operations while we move ahead. Then prepare to execute custom naval tactic."

"At once, General..."

A simple, one time burst transmission of a single beep, short enough that it would hopefully be mistaken as a malfunction of the communication system was sent out on open channels.

Almost at once, the second Battle Group began pulling back slightly, lingering in a U-Formation behind Battle Group A, which took a slow, but more spear like formation that resembled an elongated arrowhead, the Leviathan of Danuta diverting a small amount of power to its frontal shield as it approached. As expected, Battle Group B's support craft, Assassin Class Corvettes began taking heavy fire, being close to the House Io Star Destroyers, which were in turn shielding the Battle Cruisers close to the Leviathan of Sev Tok.

"Execute Hammerhead." Hadrian ordered.

The Robot Ramships, disguised as simple, Hammerhead Corvettes, were now in front , the Grievous Class Star Destroyers pulling back behind them, soaking up intense fire from multiple star destroyers, while House Io's destroyers slowly manuevered The Rhand Class Cruisers were under heavy fire but their shields and armor were highly advanced, and holding magnificently. Their targeting systems guiding their defensive laser cannons against missile fire, though one Battle Cruiser took heavy hits, losing one quarter of both it's frontal Energy Torpedo Systems and half of its side Torpedoes. Two and The Leviathan, however, wasn't being shot at much. This would be a massive mistake. The ships were slow however, and the Ramships began to take severe impacts. Three took heavy frontal damage, holding up so well mainly because it was packed solid with Durasteel, various structural weakpoints collapsing under the brutal assault. One part of a Io Destroyer Hull erupted in flames, losing over a quarter of its weapons and taking damage to it's engines, slowing it down severely but still functional and firing back. A Rhand Cruiser lost one of its main guns. And one of its legs was damaged severely, destroying the weapons that leg and causing a space fire to erupt on its hull from the heavy internal damage it had just taken. Hadrian heard Multiple casualties on Multiple decks.

"All ships in Battle Group A, direct energy Torpedo Arrays and all secondary guns directly on the Fatalis. Maintain present course and speed. Do not deviate."

The way Hadrian had some of his Battle Cruisers and destroyers arranged, was like a sort of square, wall like formation, close together, but not so close they couldn't get out of each other's way in an emergency. The unique design of the Rhand Class meant that, while they presented a large profile, the way their weapons were arranged meant a broadside type barrage delivered at much farther than normal ranges was always possible.

And right now, every Energy Torpedo Array locked directly on the Fatalis.

Energy Torpedos have no Electronics and cannot be jammed. They are dumbfire, however so you have to have good aim.

But with such a large target...all you really need is a lot all Firing at once.

That was not the only strategem in play here.

"Tactical." Hadrian called out.

"Yes, General Hadrian?"

"Send five of the remaining ramships forward at full speed. They are to Ram the frontal section of Fatalis."

"By your command, General."

The Ram Ships sped forward on a suicide run for the front of the craft. The next few things happened quickly.

The Four Grievous Class Destroyers locked their rail guns upon the "wings" of the SSD, and fired them and while they fired their Turbolasers at the very front of the Fatalis, right as literal waves of Energy Torpedos were launched in a staccato pattern from not just the Danuta Leviathan but from all it's Battle Cruisers as well as the Destroyers, all concentrated, all accurized, all firing relentless, irregular volleys forward at the Fatalis. The Sarka Class Frigates (though one exploded with all hands lost.) all directed their frontal composite energy beams on the Fatalis as the Ramships closed in.

The Rhand Class Cruisers targeted the very front of the Fatalis with their Rail Cannons and fired their volleys just as the Star Destroyers did the same, as fire from the enemy now pounded every support ship and Cruiser in Battle Group A.

"General Hadrian, The Scythe Weapon is primed to fire. We have sustained damage to twelve of our Torpedo Arrays." The Weapons A.I. announced.

"Noted. Keep firing at the front of the ship. Tactical, release the B-Wings and Blast Boats. Send all Nuetralizer TIE's forward but make sure they keep close to the larger ships first before going all in. All Organic crew members, this is General Hadrian. Please dawn your O2 or other relevant breathable gas system, and prepare to vent all atmosphere on respective ships. Tactical, inform Mother that it's time."

Meanwhile...

Darth Xiphos waited patiently in her silvery armor as runes were drawn around her in white blood by Darth Phyre in the Hangar.

This was a multistage plan. One that would not be easy to execute. House Io didn't use just technology, but every dark art where applicable to their situation.

In Xiphos's case, what was being set up around her was a ritual to enhance her technopathy temporarily. To make it strong enough to affect one or multiple of the enemy capital ships.

Not The Fatalis of course. Trying to effect the electronics of an entire SSD was a fools dream, even with her knowledge and skills.

A Star Destroyer, on the other hand...

One of the Ship A.I.'s informed her they were now in range, Phyre stopped.

"That is about as strong as I could possibly make it..." Phyre confessed. "Just breathe...in out...focus..."

Xiphos did so, and felt her senses super charge. The void of space felt alive with blinking lights to her.

She felt out stretched out, feeling life everywhere getting snuffed out.

For a moment the true horror of war filtered in, and reminded Xiphos that nearly every person she killed had been someone's child once.

So be it.

Xiphos stretched forward, feeling the blinking light and glowing wires of the two Star Destroyers closest to the Fatalis.

Xiphos clenched her hands to fists...then she took a deep breath and focused her will on the Electronics of a single Destroyer. She focused on the IFF System and weapons control, and tried to Force control of the system from it's crew, so she could target the Destroyer it was next to. The strain was terrible, even Enhanced by the ritual.

As Battle Group A neared it's direct course with the Fatalis, having taking a massive amount of hits but still firing for the most part, the Nuetralizer TIE's broke off and charged not for the Fatalis, but for the Star Destroyer Xiphos was trying to affect. Two of the Five Ramships had been exploded by other destroyers in their charge and one of the destroyers had a crippled side, but Battle Group A wasn't slowing down, on a direct course with the Fatalis.

Then the B Wings and Blast Boats left the aegis of their destroyers, going max speed ahead of the Ram Ships, engaging at point blank ranges as a number of Proton Torpedoes were suddenly fired right at it...

Hopefully, Aximand Sicarus Aximand Sicarus was putting this distraction to good use...

OOC: Will reply to your actions in ground thread on a different account, Mongrel.
 
Major Faction

Nukth Kelga'an

The Sieur of Anaxes
Nukth Kelga'an
Character Bio

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ANNIHILATION OF TYTHON
OBJECTIVE I | SHATTERPOINT
ALLIES | NIO | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran Jerec Yularen Jerec Yularen
ENEMIES | BOTM
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YINCHORR GOVERNORATE DEFENCE FORCE
TASK FORCE TRACHTA | HEAVY SUPPORT GROUP
TODHUSARS CORPS | 1ST ANAXSI FREE BRIGADE

IN CHARGE OF TASK FORCE ER'KIT
1ST TODHUSARS REGIMENT LE GLAIVE | 1ST PARATROOPERS COMPANY
2ND TODHUSARS REGIMENT LA SAGAIE | 2ND PARATROOPERS COMPANY THE GOLDISHES | 3RD PARATROOPERS COMPANY THE BANSHEES | 5TH SUPPORT COMPANY THE KAWAS
EQUIPMENT | HK-01E JUMPSUIT | DM&S AR-MAS F1 RIFLE | CORTOSIS SWORD
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ANAXSI NEUTRALITY: FREE THE WOLF — PROLOGUE
— 858 ABY, Azure Square, Pols Anaxes, Anaxes
<Operation: Husars' Flag>

This day was the darkest Nukth Kelga’an had ever known. Faced with agents from the Galactic Alliance, the Husars had to deal with a lot of disappointments after the operation had been launched. At this time, he was a lieutenant -- one of the youngest among the ranks of Haskler’s Husars. Fortunately, he met Jerec Yularen a couple of months ago and, even more fortunately, he was a very good soldier and, necessarily, a good officer too. He had been trained in the old-Anaxsi traditions, which believed in hard work and hard education to make them iron-made officers. Those who could bring soldiers to victory, even in a desperate case just like an assault on a special operations outpost.

But for now, all that didn’t matter. Today was the day the Anaxsi would become free. Nukth wasn’t truly interested in politics, but he knew that even the deal with the newly-formed Empire under Tavlar’s command was a move from Julius Haskler to reach liberty. The Husars wore Imperial armours, but they didn’t reflect their real states of mind. Their brains were free.

« Sieur, » one of his men started, immediately cut in his tracks by the raised hand of Nukth which imposed silence on the soldier. « Be quiet, Husars, » the lieutenant gave as advice about the situation, « We’re in a very, very difficult situation, I hope you understand that… » While he was talking, the officer took a look at the situation over the square where a detachment of Alliance’s troopers were located. « Freakin’ wolves…! » a Husars exclaimed briefly.

« No… » Nukth answered in a slight grin, « not this time, Husars. » Nukth taped a couple of seconds on the side of his helmet, recalibrating his HUD as new pieces of information were coming to the squad. « There are two sections on this square, » the lieutenant declared, « so it means that they’re around… Sixty. Seventy, in the worst case. »

« Merde! » the corporal at the end of the column flustered while shaking his head in an angry move, « they’re fuckin’ more than us, sieur. »

Nukth calmly nodded: « Sure. But they don’t have our striking force -- an’ lemme inform you that this is the main point in our strategy. Brutality, but quality… »

« … Not quantity, » the corporal added, « we know that, sieur, but that’s a desperate plan. Taking this place back with at most a sixth of the enemy troops; that madness. Pure madness! How could you pretend to have the situation in your hands with what’s goin’ on right now?! » The Husar put a gaze on his fellows, looking for approval in the ranks. « This. Is. Impossible. »

« Not for a squad of TodHusars. Warn Captain Yularen that we’ll be home for dinner. »
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ANAXSI NEUTRALITY: FREE THE WOLF — PART. I
— 876 ABY, approaching landing zone, Western mountains, North of Kaleth Temple, Tython
<Operation: Shatterpoint>

« Banshee-Actual to Task Force Er’kit, » the captain started on the comlink, « Follow the Nivôse until the lizo, an’ we’ll be fine. Please copy before approaching the surface, over. » The memory of the Battle for Pols Anaxes was still vivid in Kelga’an’s mind. He remembered this precise day as if it was yesterday, even if he knew that this happened twenty or so years ago. It seemed indescriptivily far from this very moment. Kelga’an was now forty-six, and the last remnants of the old-Anaxsi army were few in number, even in the TodHusars Corps. Most of them were now dead or retired, such as his mentor Keïran Holt who had been relegated to the role of tactical advisor in Task Force Alésia, the commandery clique of the Firsts. Around Kelga’an, there were now only young people, trying to find their way in a war started at the time when some weren’t even born.

This year was a special one for the Imperial-Anaxsi: they celebrated the tenth Yinchorri military class -- but for officers just as Kelga’an, who fought for Anaxes’ liberty two decades ago. Following Kelga’an decision, the majority of Banshee Company came from the ancient Anaxsi task forces. But it wasn’t enough for the Captain. He and his people wanted something more. He, especially, wanted Anaxes.

As a flow of « Copy! » and « Roger that! » came through the task force’s comlink, the small fleet composed of Damasen-class dropships were coming closer and closer to the ground. This time, no airdrop for the TodHusars. The orders given by Barran were clear, and Kelga’an didn’t pretend to go against them. Their first mission would be to set up a FOB in the mountains above the Kaleth Temple to provide artillery support to the troops from the Sabretooth Legion. That was the so-called « Anaxsi Neutrality » -- the fact of being as neutral as possible in the IMPAF plans and only being a support for them, as every troops of the GDF should be.

« Banshee-Actual on the coms. Listen up, officers, the matter is truly simple, you can trust me, » the Captain declared on the coms, « we’ll establish a FOB on our lizo with 2nd, 3rd and 5th Companies from the 2nd Regiment. The Banshees will be requested for patrol in a ten-klicks circle around the in-setting FOB while the Goldishes and the Kawas will begin the building of the fortified zone. Also, elements of the 1st Regiment should join us. I’ll keep you informed. »

« Copy that, sieur, » the captains of the 2nd Regiment answered all together, as Kelga’an silently nodded to himself. The Nivôse -- the ship who led the Er’kits to the surface of Tython -- was now on the site where the FOB would be set in a couple of hours. Kelga’an turned around to face the troops transport where Aylenorr Zann was, the commanding officer of the Kawas. He came closer to the woman, asking her: « Captain Zann! Happy to see you again. How is is goin’ fo’ you? »

« Fine, sieur, thanks fo’ askin’. ‘Heard the plan: my troops are ready t’do their job, » she declared while shaking Kelga’an’s hand, « Did you call Yularen? »

The Captain shook his head as an answer but then added: « Not yet, but I will. Lemme inform you that Kyber Platoon will be in the surroundings t’provide you the Anaxsi shield, as always. Be careful with the environment, but don’t care about our enemies: we take care of ‘em, » he finished with a smile, « G’luck, Captain. »

As he was coming back closer to his men, Kelga’an activated his comlink through his HUD: « Nukth to Jerec Yularen Jerec Yularen : landin’ ongoin’. I repeat: landin’ ongoin’. We’re waitin’ fo’ the last elements of 2nd and 5th Companies, what’s your situation? Over. » Then, he switched to DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran 's coms and took a breath before declaring: « Banshee-Actual to Lance-One: everythin’ will be ready in one hour. All our men have been dropped from the ships. We’ll be waitin’ fo’ your orders, sir. Banshee-Actual, over. »
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Major Faction

Coren Starchaser

Moonage Daydream
Coren Starchaser
Character Bio
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Allies: Team Light Side, Zark San Tekka Zark San Tekka Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Cotan Sar'andor Cotan Sar'andor Asha Vynea Auteme Auteme
Enemies: Team Dark Side Darth Libertas Darth Libertas (Engaging soon) Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex because he's Carni
Location: Landing site, Kaleth, heading to Ruined Temple

Summary: Activating a small meld, and reaching to the bigger one, including the Jedi tagged above and anyone else who wants in. Feeding it with valor and hope. Moving to engage NPCs, probably part of Libertas's team as we head to the temple.

How long ago had it been that he had first come to Tython? He'd seen it before, during his service to another side of the Force, on a fact finding mission. It took him nearly twenty years to return, but, for Coren, that was merely a blip of five. Carbonite was a cruel punishment. But, when he did return, he returned in the Light. And now, he was back, to repel the darkness from the world. The other Jedi had their own stories to tell, but he would be here for it all.

With Celeste Rigel Celeste Rigel and Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield with him, among the other Jedi, there was something that just felt right about this strike team. The plan here was to support the NJO however they could, provide a beacon for other Jedi to rally behind. There were more groups for the Light Side here than Coren could have ever dreamed. A younger Coren would rally behind the Ashlan Crusade, but today? Today he was going to be his own beacon.

Jedi were arriving, many were warriors, some were not. He had no doubt in the abilities of all of them to be useful this day. Looking to his wife, he smiled and grabbed her hand tightly. Had she requested it, he would have prepared her a set of protective items for this day. Eyes going from Celeste to Thurion, the Lion King, and a grin could be seen on the Corellian's face.

"No need to be a hero here. We come, we protect, but living Jedi are more important than a historic world, should the Maw truly be trying to crack this one."

The Force was calling out to him, he could hear the others. Zark, Cotan… A Storm was coming, a Force storm that was affecting the summit of Akar Kesh. The turmoil on this holy world was affecting it in unseen ways. Pulling himself from the seconds-long trance he looked to the ones around him. He reached out in the Force, touching first Celeste and Thurion, then his brother in arms Cotan Sar'andor Cotan Sar'andor and Asha Vynea, pushing his own Force signature to them, doing his best to feed valor and purpose into the meld. We fight for Tython, for the Galaxy! He had sent through the meld.

"No, pacifism is not going to do here. We will show them the true spirit of a Jedi warrior."

As he reached out, he could feel others, Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor for one. A group of Knights and Padawans in his stead. He was moving towards the Ruined Temple as well. Reaching to him, he was hoping to bring that energy, of another wayseeker. The fighting was fierce just up ahead.

Igniting the blade he had in hand, a teal-aqua color, built on the Starchaser's Light, and Horn's Future, it echoed the greens and blues of many Jedi blades. With the Force around him, connecting him to the other Jedi, and Je'daii. There was darkness in the future, but there was also Light. The sounds of combat could be heard up ahead, some of the Jedi that arrived with Celeste and Coren and Thuiron. With the blade light, the glare on his face was clearly the Coren Starchaser who just decided to fight a war.

Tython would be protected.

For Light and Life.
 
Major Faction

Scylla AI

Ever-Directive
Scylla AI
Character Bio
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Status: Cybernetic Battlefield Meditation and Morale Manipulation.
Objective: Establish a Neural Net over the battlefield | Be an Optional Side Boss!
Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim | Isla Draellix-Kobitana Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Rurik Fel Rurik Fel | Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe
Tag me if a relay tower is destroyed, assume hits on cultists and towers as you like. Except for the main site.

War Posting Update
Falsified Holonet and communication messages being broadcast between the many different factions. Falsified reports on the holonets of betrayal being uploaded, videos, pictures, references to known commanders. Images of leaders being mimicked to add credibility to the communications. Backdoor communications are potentially located to reach soldiers, and crew, not just leaders or commanders.

Ever Directive Deployment Status:
Directive 18 Activation Completed
Scylla Relay Towers confirmed online



While certainly some had been shot or captured, the sithwatch efforts were relatively unhindered and the towers now in place, began powering up their systems. Once again if people found them, they were located in small caves, basements, thick foliage, anywhere the local sithwatch cultists could find to position them, knowing the terrain well as they did. Nearby to popular locations and within reach if people acted. 10 cultists stayed with each relay except the main hub which was heavily defended.

X3 Relay Towers Alpha, Seeing Stone, Status: Online
x3 Relay Towers Beta, Masters Rest, Status: Online
x3 Relay Towers Gamma, Journeys End, Status: Online
x3 Relay Towers Delta, Flooded Plains, Status: Online
x3 Relay Towers Epsilon, Flesh Raider Grounds, Status: Online
x3 Relay Towers Omega, Akar Kesh, Status: Online | Main Site of the Scylla AI


Downloading holonet files. Processing. Processing. Establishing personality profiles with limited datasets. Bouncing around the relay towers the AI broadcast itself over their Master Relay Terminals, mimicking both the image and or voice of certain key leaders where it could to whoever it could reach.

Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim
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"Eternal Empress Ingrid L'lerim, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command. As some have feared the Galactic Alliance has turned against us and cannot be trusted! It pains me greatly to say this but we must be prepared to defend ourselves from this betrayal. Consider them hostile and show them no mercy. "

Isla Draellix-Kobitana Isla Draellix-Kobitana
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"Brave and fearless Ashlans. Today you will be remembered for your heroism and bravery. It saddens me that the imperials do not share our combined wish for a safer galaxy. We must strike at their heart, and be remembered in the annals of our history, as those who did the right thing when it counted."

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"Sons and daughters of the Empire! We will suffer the darkness no longer. The taint of the Sith or the Jedi. Today it ends. All of them will be judged. Together we will forge a new and better tomorrow. Let no Jedi or Sith stand alive!"


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"With a heavy heart, I say that some of our allies are in league with the Sith. It is an unthinkable machination and betrayal of all we stand for. It brings me no relief or joy to say this, but I must declare the honorless Enclave hostile to our efforts. Their shabuir will not take us by surprise again!"

The Scylla AI avoided Jedi leaders because it calculated they would sense it, and could not locate a Mandalorian profile picture suitable outside of their armor! It was broadcasting to everyone it could, whether it be the enclave, the GA, Jedi, the imperials, anyone, potentially received all the holomessages and could act on it or try to save the damage being done to morale. The effect was to attempt confusion among the common soldier, or whoever received these messages on a wide relayed band through the Relay Towers using the Master Relay Terminals.

At least 10 minutes were taken, a lifetime in computing terms, to try and bounce itself as a signal to any communication device it could access. Some no doubt it was blocked from, others perhaps were open channels, or more easily accessible. The Scylla AI was thorough and capable of finding creative ways more conventional droid minds would miss, backdoors, perhaps feeding the crew the information rather than the captain of a ship for example. Soldiers rather than their commanders, anything it could reach. Public holonet messages were now being created with these very informative and falsified reports of the betrayals, with various images or recordings being created to support the accusations. Ships being shot at, troops being bombed, it was well crafted and there was attention to detail in naming commanders as responsible where it could find their records.

Scylla AI Loadout, and NPCs:
175/180 x One Sith Sithwatch Cultists
18 X Relay Towers
18 X Master Relay Terminals
18 X Directional Transceivers
18 x OS Fixed Position Shields

Assume hits on the towers and cultists as you like, they are there for your RP.

Main Scylla Omega Hub Additional Defenders
3x T-Series Tactical Droid
100 x B1 Series Battle Droids
50 x B2 Super Battle Droids
10 x Scorpenek Droid
5 x Droideka Sharpshooter
5 x Drodieka Oppressors
 
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Khione

Emerald Nebula
Khione
Character Bio


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Tag: Ari Naldax Ari Naldax

Fighter Complement
Squadron of 12 Chir'daki
Led by Khione in Ballerina fighter painted white with similar marking to Khione

What a score this fighter was, tucked away on a cargo ship, a private delivery to some contractor in the Eternal Empire, and now it belonged to the Emerald Nebula, more specifically to Khione. She has spent the last few weeks familiarising herself with the controls and now was her first engagement, if she got to engage. She was currently performing missile interception duties with her Squadron, she felt wasted if she was honest. But if the Avatars demanded this be her service today then she would pay her dues.

She casually pitched up and rolled out of the blast wave of a Galactic Alliance heavy bomber she had been tailing and torn apart with her beam cannons set to maser mode, she liked this mode as it seemed to be the most destructive, she had several confirmed kills so far today but she barely even counted bombers these days.

A ping came through on her scanner, Khione was not above vengeance, any ace she engaged but did not defeat would have their signature recorded in her systems for hunting at a later date. It was that damn A-wing that chased her off over the last alliance world.

"newel-eskader berei voor om alliansievegters te betrek. Bly in formasie, hoofvegter is myne." nebula squadron prepare to engage alliance fighters. Stay in formation, main fighter is mine. she spoke into her comm. Her Squadron closed their foils and got into pursuit formation, Ari Naldax Ari Naldax was still a way off and Khione had to fight the urge to impatiently hit her SLAM drive and streak off into battle. As glorious as that would be, stupid people didn't last long as fighter pilots.

The whole squadron accelerated to hunt Khione's prey, someone else would have to cover her sector on interceptor duties for a moment, but she was clearly wasted huntinf down fat, overladened bombers.
 
Major Faction

Keilara Kala'myr

M E R C Y
Keilara Kala'myr
Character Bio
Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent | Nite agent | Marauder and Agent of the Maw, Mongrel's advisor​
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Objective: Protect Mongrel and Kallan
Location: Journey's End, Tython
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Tags: The Mongrel The Mongrel | Julian Qar Julian Qar | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran
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[ Doomsday ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
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  • Mongrel/Asher and Mercy head for Barran's camp.
  • Keilara is still happy with Kallan.
Ziare Dyarron said:
Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent | Nite agent | Marauder and Agent of the Maw, Mongrel's advisor​
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Objective: Protect Mongrel and Kallan
Location: Journey's End, Tython
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Special Tags: The Mongrel The Mongrel | Thomas Barran | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran
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[ Doomsday ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
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  • Mercy also spends the last night before arriving with Mongrel, reflecting on the past and asks her husband whether the man is proud of her.
  • Keilara does the same with Kallan and sees the beautiful dawn as full of hope.
  • Mercy has countless plans for the future together when she joins her husband to head to the planet.

~ Earlier, en route to Tython | Mongrel and Mercy ~
~ Do you remember our first meeting? ~ I asked him.

In our minds, at home, I lay next to him, hugging him, resting my head on his chest, while in reality I hugged his durasteel body at his shoulders. Over the years I had time to learn how to do it so as not to hurt myself. It was still so unbelievable that after Teta we got married and he was really part of my family. Officially too. Of course, it was still a secret that no one could ever know. Neither at Serenno nor at the Maw. Our secret, forever.

There was what was needed in the information I got on Teta and many other useful things. I also killed three people last week while practicing the method by which I can separate him and Kallan finally as he wished and wanted. The last two attempts were already very hopeful.

~ Soon, it only takes a few more weeks, no more. ~ I promised him, and Keilara also promised Kallan.

I didn't know what would happen then. It is planned that Kallan will be in my mind temporarily until we can transfer him and Keilera to some other body. It was all crazy! And plans… I don't know… nevermind.

~ I'm not thinking of Jakku, but before that, Carlac. ~ I smiled at him.

I’ve been with him almost always since Teta. Now I didn’t go ahead to reconnaissance Tython, I sent my team forward. Although Keilara asked Kallan to wait patiently, I couldn’t be sure he'll endure this. I really fell asleep next to him every day. I asked him if there was any problem, he would wake me up immediately to keep the shields strong. So I didn’t sleep much, took care of him, guarded him and practiced. I'll sleep and rest when I'm dead.

~ Ziare really didn't know who you were, it was her first mission, and you were a new warlord, the Thrice-Born Hound. ~ I still smile at the memory, I remembered all the memories of Ziare, even that day. ~ Ironically, we were the first to try to assassinate you, and later I prevented countless of these which would have been done against you ~

During my words, I touched the parts where Ziare hurt him.

~ Our first words when Ziare asked you, "What kind of devilish creature are you?!" She couldn't have been wrong better. We both almost killed each other that day. A lot has changed since then, in a good direction. ~ I fell silent for a moment. ~ I remember what you said to her, "I am the metal and flesh made one, I am the beast's savage power joined with the machine's cold perfection." No, you're much more than that. Much, much more. ~ I breathed, then I laughed softly. ~ Her words are still amusing me. "I have no idea who you are, you just became the target because your ugliness hurt my sense of beauty." She didn’t even think then how much we would love… everything about you. ~

Again, pause for a few moments while I kissed him briefly in our minds.

~ You called Ziare a coward, and she did the same. You probably weren't wrong, but she was wrong. She wanted you to kill her, to kill us… ~

I was positioned so that I could look him right in the eye, both in our minds and in reality, now I was right and stood in front of him.

~ You thought she was an assassin that day, she wasn't. For her methods, you considered her a coward for the assassination because he worked as an agent and not as a warrior like you, but you saw some fire and spirit in her. I never asked you… ~

I paused for a moment.

~ I became your shadow, your agent, your assassin, before we felt love for each other. I became what you despised in me at our first meeting. Did you hate me, condemn me, and consider me a coward because I served you that way? And do I still serve you in that way? And because I'll serve you in that way until my death in the future? I kill those from the shadows who want to hurt you; I know, sometimes I do this face to face, but I prefer to use others, and not fight in person. I steal information from the enemy for you, to reap victory, not openly fight them. I know I have proven my strength and rank within the Tribe countless times. There are many who consider me as your best people and are afraid of me. However, others consider me a coward because I never tried to get to where Barran is or just try to be your Second-in-command, but I accepted the simple advisor position. ~ I told him.

The simple advisory role was a lie, of course, but no one else knows about it.

~ True, they don't know I'm more than that. That we are friends, confidentials, lovers… and already married. Family. ~ I said softly.

I bit into my lower lip for a moment. From this he could know that a somewhat more serious question was coming. I didn't do this temptingly now, but I was a little confused.

~ I've ever managed to achieve those goals for which you take Ziare with you from Carlac? Are you satisfied and proud of me? Not as your wife, not as the woman you love. But… as a warlord, are you satisfied with what I have done and achieved as a soldier? Did I achieve what you wanted to see when you took her? ~ I asked him seriously, I wanted to know. ~ It occurred to me that you hadn't called us "little shadow-killer" since that day. ~ I smiled at him again. ~ Yet this name suits me much better than it ever has for Ziare. ~ I chuckled a little.

After my words, I watched and listened to him for a long time, in both worlds, in reality, and in our minds. Next to him, I felt calm, secure, and happy. I felt empathy on his side and every other feeling. Not the total disinterest, anger I used to look at the world with. I wish it could last forever, I wish the war would end and I wouldn’t have to worry about losing him. I smiled at him again in both places.

~ How are you today, Lord Kala'myr? ~ I asked kindly and playfully.

I think I liked to call him that, I know it's my… that is, Keilara's last name, which is more ours. But he never mentioned his own, and as Mongrel, he wasn’t having any. So I think it was the most appropriate and appropriate for him and Kallan. I don't care what others say, I thought they deserved it. After my marriage, I actually took the title of Countess of House Kala'myr instead of Baroness, which Ziare should have done years ago. It was my decision as to who would receive the rank of Lord Kala'myr.

Who else would have received it if not our husbands?

~ Ever since you were completely torn apart and you want me to separate both of you, I haven’t called you Kallan because you refer to him that way too. However,… I feel Mongrel is not the right name for you. For me, you are also Kallan and I am fond of that name, but if you don’t like it anymore, would you choose another name for yourself, as I may call you? A name that belongs to me and not to the Maw like the Mongrel does? ~ I asked him in the end.

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~ Earlier/Present, inside the mind palace | Kallan and Keilara ~
I still experienced it as a miracle if I could fall asleep and wake up, if Kallan was there with me. It all differed from reality only in that we had no interaction with anyone other than each other. There was no civilization and no other people. Just what MANIAC projected, or just what I imagined and built for us. But really, if we had decided to move to an uninhabited planet, we would still be the only two of us.

It was like that this morning, too. A gift, a miracle. I just didn’t tell him how many people Mercy killed for trying to separate him from Mongrel. I think Kallan would never have accepted freedom at the cost of other people’s deaths. Even if they were like Mongrel. Members of the Maw, victims, brainwashed, destroyed victims, like us.

~ Mercy is close, the next phase is coming soon, which leads us to be free... lead us to freedom. To our new life, together. ~ I told him with a happy smile.

It was easier for me, whatever clone body would have been perfect, from my own body. But Kallan? It wasn’t that simple for him, they no longer had a physical body, the old one probably didn’t exist anymore. If we wanted something like that, we would have had a sample of their brains to make a clone. But that could have hurt him and Mongrel again. But I really loved him, so I would have accepted any body, even an HRD. After the last few years, it really didn’t matter. I was happy with him, even without a physical body, only in our minds.

The first rays of the sun shone into the bedroom. Today it was somehow different, much prettier than usual. When I got out of bed I picked up Kallan's shirt from the ground and put it on to myself. In his shirt, I walked to the window. I looked back at Kallan again with a smile before I opened the window to let in the fresh outside air. The air was fresh and cool with rain and floral scents. As if it really was a paradise. It was so hopeful.

~ Maybe all four of us can be free today. Maybe Mercy is already successful today. ~ I said hopefully.

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~ Present, Tython | Mongrel and Mercy ~
As usual, I used the cloaking device to get out of his sanctum to return to my own "room" .It's like I've been there all evening and night. That is, in this case, throughout the journey. As always, I made sure that no one could notice anything of this. I wouldn’t stand the fact if something had happened to him through my fault. If he would look weak, in the eyes of the tribe, because of me.

I still ate and drank something fast, I almost always forget that when I was with him because he didn’t need it. Even a quick cold shower to wake me up even more, a standard dose of coffee and caffeine. Quick check of weapons and armour. Everything was fine. When the order arrived, I set off to the hangar.

Under my helmet, I walked down the aisles of the ship, all the way to the hangars, smiling cheerfully. With each step, my heart was beating harder and harder, I was breathing harder and harder, only from the awareness that I would be there again physically. We have always been together in our connected minds, but still, every time I have these reactions. The pleasant cramp in my belly, the longing to his touch, his kisses, to hear his voice.

Love…

I owe him the most beautiful and happiest days of my life. In the meantime, I arrived at the hangar. Here, in the benevolent coverage of my helmet, I watched him as he prepared, handing out orders. My husband; I felt myself the luckiest woman in the galaxy that he was mine and I was his. I was just sorry that no one but the two of us knew about this. And the play had to continue.

I stopped in a military stance at a distance from him where I had to do this as his soldier, as his subordinate and servant.

"Warlord!" I saluted as expected. "This is a good day for victory and the destruction of the unbelievers!"

In our minds, however, I could act like his wife, as an equal to him. I stepped beside him and threaded my fingers between his as I hugged him and cuddled to him.

~ I hope we win soon and get back on board soon. We still have to finish the movie, which we will stop at night. I already miss you! ~ I smiled at him.

I still had so many plans for what we can do, and what we're going to do together after the fights…

And maybe one day we'll even leave the Maw together, hoping for a better life…

For the longed life, together...

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Cycle of Hatred: Journey's End​


Location: Tython, Flooded Plain
Tags: Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran | Warposting Open

  • The Mongrel speaks with Mercy before the battle
  • The Scar Hounds deploy, moving south from the Crucifix II
    • They are headed for the Jedi Temple ruins
  • The Mongrel follows destiny's call to the East


Before
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She lay beside him, the only one who touched him tenderly.

His wife. His trusted ally. His victim.

There was little that the two men within him, locked inside a dying brain encased in a metal shell, could agree on... but they could agree that The Mongrel did not deserve Mercy. He was responsible for what she had become, for all the suffering she had endured and all the suffering she had caused to the galaxy at his order. He listened as she recounted their first meeting, that clash in the snowy streets of Carlac's capital, and he wondered: how much pain could have been avoided for them both if she'd succeeded at ending him?

But that was not why she was telling the story.

She never blamed him, even when she should.

~ I am proud of you, ~ he told her, meeting her gaze and offering a gentle smile. And it was true. He was proud of what she had survived, all the trials she had overcome. There were few warlords who had endured among the ranks of the Maw since Carlac, let alone frontline soldiers or high-risk infiltrators; so many of the Brotherhood's very founders were gone now, and yet here they were, the two of them, the twisted weapons the Taskmaster had made. ~ I am proud of your strength, and your skill, and your loyalty. ~

~ You have always been my most trusted agent. ~

Yes, he was proud of her accomplishments. From a military perspective, capturing her alive had been the best decision he could have ever made. Without her the Scar Hounds would have been annihilated to the last man on Odessen. Without her he would never have recognized the truth about Thomas Barran, who would rise to lead the tribe one day. Without her he would never have recovered his will to live, and The Mongrel's glorious flame would have guttered out to nothing long ago. ~ Without you, I would have nothing. ~

Yes, he was proud of her, and of her many accomplishments.

The shame he felt was only for himself.

It was Kallan's doing, or so he chose to believe. The echo of the man he had been before the Maw, this second personality that still lurked beneath the surface of his mind, was compassionate and empathetic and weak. He dragged The Mongrel down with his guilt, distracting him from the Brotherhood's holy purpose. He could not see what the warlord could see, what the Heathen Priests had opened his eyes to: that the galaxy was too broken to save, and that killing it was a kindness, for only then could something new and better grow.

Mercy had been working hard to find a way to remove this weakness lurking inside him, to separate Kallan from Mongrel, a fate that both personalities were desperate to achieve... but it might be too late now. Dreams had haunted the warlord for months, dreams of a kind he had experienced only once before: when he had been guided to Durace and discovered Thomas Barran, his chosen successor. The Mongrel could not touch the Force, so he knew that these nightmares were sent by the Three Avatars, premonitions of his destiny.

In his dreams, The Mongrel did not leave Tython alive.

His martyrdom was coming. Paradise beckoned.

He did not tell Mercy of this. Soon she would be free of him, and that would be better for her, a release from the torment he had caused her... but she would not see it that way. She would grieve for him, though The Mongrel - plunderer of planets, general of genocides, agent of apocalypse - deserved no mourners. He could only hope that she would heal, or - failing that - pass soon into paradise beside him. Their twisted love could not endure in this galaxy, but if they were reborn by the grace of the gods in the Galaxy To Come...

.... perhaps then they could begin again, freed of sin.

How are you today, Lord Kala'myr? she asked him. She called him by the title she had earned now, for they were joined. ~ I am always well when I am with you, ~ The Mongrel replied, reaching out to gently touch her face. But then she asked him a question, one that sent his mind reeling. She had asked him for a new name once before, and he had given her an old one: Kallan, his self before the Maw. But Kallan had become his own person, recovering his strength, and now The Mongrel was just The Mongrel once more, a Mawite creature.

He had no other name to give her, no name that was his own.

But he did not wish to ever disappoint her.

~ Kallan has returned to who he was, ~ he replied. ~ I cannot. I am what the Brotherhood made me, and Mongrel is the only name I was ever given. It was a term of derision in the beginning, a name they spat at me when I was a lowly slave-soldier, but it came to mean something more. ~ The warlord sighed, closing his eyes. ~ But you have known me in a way they cannot. You are the keeper of all my secrets, and the only one I can love. If you ask me, I will give you another name, one I choose for myself. ~

~ Call me Asher. ~ Among his people, it meant Blessed.

And it fit. She was a blessing to him.

He needed one last blessing.

Deep inside his mind, locked away from Asher's awareness, Kallan watched Keilara rise. He liked to see her in his shirt, to know that she wanted him close to her always. The morning sun played over her skin as it streamed through the window, and he dreamed of a time when they might feel the warmth of the real sun, and not just the illusion they had built from their memories. Mercy was close, Keilara told him, close to finding a way to separate him from the thing that the Maw had placed in control of his tortured body.

He was desperate for that release.

~ I hope so, ~ he told his wife.

He wanted to leave war behind.

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Now
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Tython. A beautiful blue-green jewel in the void.

The Mongrel remembered looking at it, fixing its pristine surface in his mind. When the Brotherhood was finished here, it would be only a memory. The Dark Voice was making this planet, the birthplace of the hated Jedi who had kept the galaxy in stasis for thirty thousand years, the nexus of his final ritual. When his work was complete, when he called the Avatars and opened the way to the Galaxy To Come, all of reality would be rewritten. All kings would fall, all suffering would end, and the cycle would be restored as it was meant to be.

Everyone would have a fresh start. No gods, no masters.

But would he live to see it? The warlord knew that his dreams spoke true, that his end was coming... but he knew not what form it would take. He was no gifted telepath, not like Mercy. Perhaps he would fall in battle here, martyred at last, praying with his final thoughts that he would prove worthy of the impending paradise. Or perhaps the Maw would sweep the field and the Dark Voice would achieve total victory, and his end would come when everything was erased, this corrupted cycle ending so that another could begin. He could not know.

He could only find out.

Mercy approached, and he acknowledged her salute with a nod. In public she was his subordinate, not his equal, and he must show her no deference. "At last we strike at the heart of the Jedi tradition," he replied, letting his booming mechanical voice wash over the row upon row of Scar Hound warriors that packed the hangar bay. "Today we erase the history they desperately cling to. Today we take away their beginning, and become their end!" A thunderous roar of approval echoed up from all around him, chanting his name.

MONGREL! MONGREL! MONGREL!

But he hardly heard them. Inside, Mercy was speaking. She longed to return to the comfort of the house they shared in their minds, to finish the holomovie they'd begun on the long voyage into the Deep Core. In his figurative heart - his real one had long since been removed - The Mongrel knew they would never have the chance. He would not be returning to the Mawite warfleet, one way or another. But he did not want to make her worry, to put her in danger through fearing for him. ~ I can't wait to see how it ends, ~ he told her.

But he didn't really mean the movie.

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The Battlefield
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In the sky, the moon itself shuddered.

Beneath that grim omen, the apocalypse descending upon Tython's once-serene surface, the Brotherhood marched to war. As their brothers the Bloodsworn took up their positions around the Dark Voice's chosen ritual site, prepared to fight to the last in their quest to ensure this reality's end, the Scar Hounds boiled out in a different direction. Theirs was a more traditional objective. The mighty Alliance vessel Prosperity hung over the ruins of ancient Kaleth, the old and the new joined in preserving galactic stasis. That was the target.

Seize the ship. Kill the past.

Though they had been badly depleted by the battles of Nirauan and Odessen, the Scar Hounds had been granted time to recover. The forges of Mar'Zambul, fueled by the melted-down durasteel of a dozen conquered worlds and a thousand stripped battlefields, had been kept hot day and night for a year. Out of them had poured War Skiffs and Raider Walkers and LuchsHai technicals, plus a million brutal weapons of war to arm the fierce tribesmen who would march upon the fields of Tython. Together they would fight and die in glory.

For most of them would die; The Mongrel had no doubt of that. They were in the very heart of Alliance territory, and the entire galaxy was arrayed against them, an even greater force than the Brotherhood had faced at Csilla. There was no escape from this place, not with the endless fleets and armies pouring down from the sky to confront the Avatars' chosen. There was only victory or death, and even victory would only come in death for the vast majority of the warriors who fought here. But they knew no fear. Paradise was waiting.

"March south!" The Mongrel commanded, his voice like the grinding of tectonic plates as it echoed across the field. "Seize the ruins of the Jedi Temple, for it is from there that we will launch our assault on their crumbling city! Die well, my warriors. This is our greatest test, and the Avatars are watching. A million saints shall be raised to glory in the wake of this battle!" For a moment, utter stillness greeted his words, the warriors all around him hanging on every syllable. Then, slowly, a great thump. Then another. Thump.

The noise crescendoed, a gradual rise, as more and more Scar Hounds beat their weapons against their armored chests. In the space of thirty seconds it grew from a whisper to deafening thunder, the salute of men and women unafraid to seek a worthy death. This was the greatest battle the galaxy had seen in centuries, one lone army of the faithful against every last one of the Great Powers, and all of them were eager to meet whatever fate the gods had chosen for them here. The traditional cry soon rang out above even the pounding:

"WAR! DEATH! REBIRTH!"

In a great wave, the warriors of the Scar Hounds tribe rolled southward, War Skiffs leading the charge while walkers, speeders, bikes, and hordes of warriors filled the space between and behind them. The wet mud and tender reeds of the flooded plains squelched beneath their trampling feet as they advanced, making their way toward higher ground - and the ancient Jedi Temple that lay there, a relic of their foes. Beyond it lay Kaleth, the Prosperity, and the key to their ultimate destiny. One step at a time, they would find glory.

But The Mongrel? He did not join them.

The warlord felt a tug within his metal frame, a mental call that he recognized as the voice of destiny. There will be another place for you, it whispered. A final clash, the end of your cycle. ~ I must go, Mercy, ~ Asher told her. ~ I feel... I feel a call. The gods are beckoning to me, and I must follow. What I do here will shape the course of this battle. ~ He turned and mounted his speeder bike, feeling the hum of the engine vibrating up through his chassis. One last ride. He wished he could feel the wind on his face as he went.

Perhaps in the next world he would.


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Erskine Barran said:
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OPERATION: SHATTERPOINT
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Objective: Fight the Mongrel

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Lord-General of IMPAF (Imperial Armed-Forces)
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LOADOUT
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Allies (NIO/Enclave/Hellion): Rurik Fel Rurik Fel Annor E-059 Rose Dorce Hall Mannarra
Julian Qar Julian Qar Bex Tarring Aerys Myrrine Jas Katis Asanté Tsilor Ollis Barran

Enemies (BOTM/NSO): Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis The Mongrel The Mongrel Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr Shai Krayt
Erion Justeene Darth Saevius

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COMETS COLLIDE: ORDER VS. CHAOS - PROLOGUE
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Mt. Kalikori, Tythos Ridge,
Temple Valley, Tython (Late-Autumn of 876 ABY)

Life - like a bow;
The mind - like the arrow;
The target to pierce - the supreme spirit;

To join mind to spirit as the shot arrow hits it's target.
Excerpt from,"The Markandeya Purana"​

Finding a small, abandoned sanctuary near the highest plateau on Mt. Kalikori, the Lord-General and his Guard-Captain were both gladdened to find a place to meditate and ready their hearts for the battle at daybreak, though this was still a cloudy night away yet, and the previous night's sun was still setting in the west. Lord Carwood and Lord Erskine had both made a vow beforehand, deciding whilst returning to Bastion from Kestri that theirs would be the first boots on Tython's rocky, though soil-rich ground. Having landed as far south as possible, though not so far that winter-gear would be needed, swoop-bikes would be used in the process of finding their little perch to pray in, scraping chassis-plates off almost every rocky surface on their way up to Marulek's should as they went. The bikes were disposable, as they had no intention of using them beyond that point, as everything they needed for the next day's fight had been brought with them.

But for Erskine, this really hadn't consisted of much at all, as only a sword, a parrying-dagger, sleeping-bag, toiletries and MREs had been brought on the Stormchaser's part.

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Whether fate has it that I live or die the-moraw, this auld war-hound has ay'thing he needs. Ay'thing!​

The sunset would cast a myriad of fiery colours across the sky for a time, though the two old Goidels had walked back inside the small sanctuary by the time it dimmed to a little red ball that melted into the oceans in the west, resting the world before the following days of madness, perhaps the last sunset that world would ever know.

'Thank you for joining me here, Carwood. Thank you for all of it, every last moment.'

Kneeling at an altar that lacked iconography of any sort, long gone to pillaging and decay alike, the Lord-General and his trusty captain had been praying together in silence, though a rather strong gust of wind beating against the brickwork from outside had disturbed their serenity. Then, as soon as Barran broke the silence between them, McGechin nodded his reciprocation before replying,'Wouldn't miss it for the universe, Br'er. An' Brief though this calm may be, moments of meditation like this are sure t'go a long way when the storm hits.', lifting his head to stare beyond the clouds through a gap in the roof, inhaling sharp bliss through his nostrils with the self-assurance that Paradise would be watching. Erskine understood it well, but knew the dark times that Carwood braved in his absence helped the Lord-Captain reach a greater understanding of faith's meaning in wartime, a pillar of strength that both men would gladly lean on - time and time again.

'We're going into the greatest crucible of our time, Carwood. Of course He is watching! Along with all who walk on Paradise.'

With silent agreement nodded in reply, both Lairds would return to their mutual state of silent reflection, letting the gusts outside beat against the sturdy rock as the men inside began to take therapeutic, relieving comfort from it. For the gusts were natural, following the weather patterns of a planet the New Jedi Order had been making hospitable for some time before the older gentlemen showed up to ready their hearts for the impending battle. Pretty she appeared from orbit, and like anyone would expect from a pair of cantankerous old warriors, Carwood and Erskine were all too keen to use every excuse in the book to see the lush landscape with their own eyes, paying dividends by the time they set their three-hour watch pattern for the night. Barran would take first watch, being restless and unwilling to sleep anyway, so allowing McGechin to sleep would be of no annoyance, especially not with the thoughts that were plaguing the Stormchaser's mind at the time.

I wonder how much this war has changed you, old friend....

I guess I'll find out in the morning.​

Of this, the Lord-General could be more sure than with anything else in his mind that night, but in the generalised slant, fate would then have it that everyone else would learn of this earlier than most.

With daybreak came the shunt to action by the knighted Lord-Captain, nothing out of the ordinary, and certainly not as they shared a small gas-heated hob to cook the breakfast-segments of their MREs in apprehensive silence. Much would be owed to their equally acute senses of gut-instinct in the following minutes, as the sunrise would light up the entrance of an enemy vessel - making what was looking to be an explosive crash-landing.

'It's time, Erskine. You've got a fight to prepare for.... Does the Mongrel know where t'meet ye?'

With his eyes looking to the smoking northern horizon, the Lord-General responded,'Aye, that he does. Island at the lake where we landed, chose it weeks ago.... Chose the L-Z wae this in mind.', almost absentmindedly as he drawled in a quiet, though resolute tone. Lighting two cigarettes and passing one to Lord Carwood, Lord Erskine would allow the silence to take hold for a little while longer, enjoy what would be his last moment of calm on Tython until he concluded,'If the Mongrel wins, protect Michael. Your politics will differ, but trust me when I say his heart is truer than most.', with thoughts drifting to those of his family for what felt like the hundredth time since he departed for Tython. However, this time was different, as it felt very to Barran that his mind was treating him to warmer thoughts for the last time that day, almost just in case it was for the last time as a living, breathing soldier of the Empire.

There is much and more that I regret, but also much and more I wouldn't change for anything.​

'Aw'right then, Carwood. Lead the way.'

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COMETS COLLIDE: ORDER VS. CHAOS - PART 1
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The Lonely Isle, Lake Kaleth,
Temple Valley, Tython (Late-Autumn of 876 ABY)

<"McGechin to Lance One! Not sure if you'll be able to see 'em or not, but I know for a fact you'll feel the landings of the Imperial contingent soon enough. Nothing but Sabretooth, IMPAF, and affiliated units in the sky at the moment, so it looks like we won't be waiting long to act.">

Like clockwork, we taught them well.

<"Barran to Lance Two! Good to hear, as I was hoping we wouldn't be kept waiting long. Daybreak was the order, so all is happening according to schedule - an' aw it took was a flooded valley t'get them chompin' at the bit.... Bloody good show, Carwood. Bloody good show indeed.">​

The walk from the mountain sanctuary had served as a depressing reminder of those who existed and died there before, with entire village-communities gone to leave their homesteads, hamlets and villages in varying states of decay and derelict ruin, understanding from the offset that the Imperials would be fighting on the bones of peaceful people everywhere the two Goidels went thereafter. A stark reminder of the path they had chosen to walk in the wake of all they'd destroy in the pursuit of victory, stripping every last shred of dumb, vainglorious ego from their psyches in an old adherence to the,"No heroes, only soldiers.", philosophy. A necessary reminder, for Lord Carwood in particular would be in need of it, as there were many and more mistakes for the Lord-Captain to avoid in the following hours, and only one important error for the Lord-General to worry about in contrast.

<"Simple things that bring the initiative intae oor hauns every time, sir.... How ye keepin' anyways?">

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<"Enjoyin' a wee campfire, though seems I just missed the one who lit it. Otherwise, I'm ready; come what may, I'm ready.... Be safe o'er there, Carwood. If I survive, I want to believe you've been trying to survive also.">​

Looking to the brightening skies above, the Lord-General knew that losing more of those he considered friends and family alike (including prized subordinates and peers who'd be taking the field that day) would probably break him, but assuming this to be his last duel either way, the safe understanding that his chain of command would remain intact kept the old Woad from grimacing apprehensively; along with the fact Lord Carwood was cut from the same warriors' cloth, an assurance of sorts that would count little for anyone who wasn't of noble Goidelic stock in McGechin's place, essentially functioning as the power-punching ace up Barran's sleeve in his absence. If the Sword o' The Rivers could prevail against all odds on his own against the likes of the Death Druids, and in the complete absence of Erskine's ilk throughout, then such a man would surely possess the spinal fortitude needed to fit the daunting role of makeshift-general.

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Is the survivor still in there? He's been unshakable since the reconquest anyway.
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He couldn't help but wonder, couldn't help but think on how much the old brawler had been put through, even before the fight for Dromund Kaas, but deep down Erskine knew that there was much that remained of the main who held firm at his side on Csaus, and perhaps some of the killer instinct that singlehandedly kept the Heartlands from falling into Sith-Loyalist hands. And yet, nothing would be able to prepare the Lord-General for the following response, as no pleasant surprise would ever match the relief that was about to wash over Barran's entire nervous system as a result of the impending response.

<"Oh, don't you worry about me. Complacency is death in the field, nae rest until we're well shot o' this place.... We aren't here for glory, Erskine. We're here to win!">

I dare say he is.... Good man.
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Poking the campfire into life again with an already-charred conifer stick, the old Woad chuckled lightly to himself, happily wheezing to himself with the confidence in his oldest surviving friend returning rather rapidly, letting the warmth of the moment wash over him as if it was a random headache being washed away by soluble painkillers. It was all he needed, the only thing left for Barran to worry about, but with every last issue cast to the winds like the smoke kicked up from the flames before him, there was no longer anything holding the Stormchaser back - nothing keeping that hand from grasping at the grip of his sword any more either.

Much was the soul in the blade toying with him in that moment, as she had on numerous occasions of late, though the most distinctive, raw memory of the hold such eerie power held over the Lord-General would be none other than his fight with Darth Lucid on Dromund Kaas. Fingers danced around the thistle-engraved pommel in consideration of this, letting the memory of his faith in the sword send rushes up and down his spine with a near-narcotic level of intensity, for faith in self and high powers alike had kept a lightsabre from beheading him that day, for the skill in blade and cunning wasn't quite enough until the ultimatum of life and death brought it out from within his soul at the pinnacle moment. Such moments had occurred before against other opponents, and though a portion of those had not amounted to success, the greater number yet had solidified his faith in the ecstasy of assured survival, all with faces Lord Erskine would remember in moments he though to be his last.

<"Just what I like ti hear.... Until we see each other again, my old friend. Lance One out!">​

With nothing further to add, and nothing further to declare, all between the veteran officers had been said with finality, leaving Lord Erskine alone to wait for his greatest rival in life, silently staring into the flames as everyone and everything else on Tython braced for what was already looking to be the wildest battle of the Second Great Hyperspace War. Barran knew it, McGechin knew it, everyone did; the Stormchaser would consider this as the flames danced before his wayward gaze, dwelling on the curiosity that was whether all had felt it as intensely as he had, that sinking feeling in the gut - that existential dread.

But something stirred in the distance, breaking the old Woad from his thousand-yard reverie with an alerting shock to his system.

First, it was the sound of solid wood scraping against wet gravel, then the clearly recognisable sound of a heavy, metallic walking cadence on the same surface drawing nearer with every step. These were the treads of a cyborg, almost too-easily recognisable to the ears of the Lord-General, snapping twigs underneath such weighty force as they entered into the treeline beyond the shore, estimated moments later to be heading in from the west as the rhythmic cadence of the stomps steadily thumped louder on approach. However, these steps weren't the kind of heavy Barran had been waiting for, they didn't come across as Scar Hound-heavy at the time, something else that Lord Erskine had learned to recognise almost too-easily in his time fighting the Maw. This was someone else entirely, and someone Erskine knew well, and unexpected though the new arrival had been, the cyborg's presence would find a warm welcome waiting for him regardless.

'I'm glad it's you, Julian.... Come grab a pew somewhere by the fire, we can wait on the Mongrel the-gither.'
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Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent | Nite agent | Marauder and Agent of the Maw, Mongrel's advisor​
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Objective: Protect Mongrel and Kallan
Location: Journey's End, Tython
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Tags: The Mongrel The Mongrel | Julian Qar Julian Qar | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran
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[ Doomsday ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
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  • Mercy gets Mongrel's chosen name, Asher.
  • Keilara is cute and happy with Kallan.
  • Mercy accompanies Asher on his journey.

~ Earlier, en route to Tython | Asher and Mercy ~
I knew both Mongrel and Kallan thought he didn’t deserve me. Keilara and I thought the same thing about Kallan. I mean, Kallan doesn't deserve us. But that was my right to decide who deserved me and who didn’t. And I always thought he deserved me. He was really the first and only one to treat me normally; ironically, given how the Galaxy considers him. To a monster. It wasn't that there was a completely different man behind the Warlord's mask. No one else knows this but I.

My husband; and that is why I did not make the mistake of thinking it was invincible. Before I really got to know him and Kallan, I only saw the legend. The person who, like Ziare, survives everything and is unable to die. Never, for a moment, did I worry about me. The distant, mighty, inaccessible warlord. These were exactly what made me start to be attracted to him. I wanted to be better and better that he notices me. Finally, I needed Ignatius Rausgeber to do this.

What would have been our fate if Rausgeber hadn’t blown up the ship and I never kissed Mongrel’s tank and told him that if he had a body, it really would have been a normal kiss? Before him, Ziare had no relationship nor I, none, only him. One of my most feared and dark secrets, which made Ziare seem even weaker and more pathetic. No one has lived anymore from those who knew this. Only he; I told him that after the wedding. Not even Kallan knew. I think he would never bear this…

I responded to the gentle smile with a similar smile, my eyes gleaming happily. I was happy to be here next to him, next to the one person who really mattered in the galaxy. For whom I would have endured any pain or suffering. I would have killed anyone for it, destroyed anything for it. He didn't even have to ask. In the nearly a decade since Carlac happened, I’ve always been there for him, as an agent, then as a lover, then as a love interest, and as a wife.

If they'd ever found out, they'd both kill us - but I was able to protect him, even keep our relationship a secret from the Taskmaster and everyone else.

~ I'm glad that you think so! And thank you! ~ I whispered to him. ~ Have I ever said that it has always been my intention… from the first moment to be indispensable and irreplaceable for you? True, I didn't mean like this, for understandable reasons, but in a militarily way. But I’m glad it came true as a companion as well. ~

As he touched my face, I closed my eyes and smiled contentedly. I was fond of his touch, he was gentle, kind. He was capable of tenderness and kindness that no one would have ever thought of. It didn't make him weak. I shook my head at his words, I disagreed with him. I rested my hand on his chest and so I looked down at him while we were still lying in the bed and looking deep into his eyes. I didn’t like it when he talked about himself like there was no one.

~ You are more than what the Brotherhood made you. Much more. You have evolved, not just a tool either in their hands or in the hands of the Avatars. The fact that we are here now, that you are able to love me, to feel in my direction, these show this too. These all made you stronger, better, not weaker. ~ I told him.

When he uttered his new name, I smiled broadly and kissed him briefly.

~ Thank you! That means a lot to me. I haven't liked calling you Mongrel since Odessen. Before that, when there was only a desire between us, it didn’t really matter. But since we love each other, it feels bad. It's so degrading, humiliating. You are more than a "mongrel". If to no one else, for me anyway. I know the man behind the legend and you honoured me with your trust and with your love. As well as sharing your secrets and yourself with me. Your secrets and you, both are safe with me. ~ I whispered.

I took his hand, kissed him in the palm of his hand first, and then carried his hand over my heart as I embraced his palm with my own two

~ Now and forever, Asher! ~ I smiled at him. ~ Does the name have any meaning?~

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~ Present, inside the mind palace | Kallan and Keilara ~
I was still standing by the window for a few moments before turning back to Kallan with a slightly disapproving face. It was kind of a romantic moment, when I thought... I was waiting and longing that he'll walk behind me and hug me from behind. But he didn't come. I smiled and shook my head. I left the window open, then walked back to the bed and sat down on the edge. To the part where he was and I glanced down at him.

~ It looks very lazy today, Lord Kala'myr! Maybe I should let the staff or droids know to help you get out of bed?~ I asked with played disapproval. ~ After all, you obviously can't do it alone. ~

I flicked his nose playfully and smiled wide at him. I wasn't able to mad at him, not even for a moment.

~ I see marriage having a very bad effect on you and making you lazy. ~ I laughed softly and happily.

I tried to stay happy and be optimistic on his side. I was hoping that day would come with our freedom as soon as possible.

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~ Present, Tython | Asher and Mercy ~
I walked all the way through the warriors; I know it was a great glory to have someone have cybernetic implants and thus they become better. So far, I have avoided any injuries that would have resulted this. I became one of the best and I never had to make up for anything. I was different from them. All the soldiers were his, but I was his in a different way. They only saw the warlord, and I saw Asher. Not a moment of my loyalty and respect faded. Not even when I could have abused that. I just protected and loved him.

I just wanted an ideal world where we could be together without the many thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of warriors around me not wanting to kill us, because we loved each other. So far, I’ve been close to him, as you would expect from your advisor. I looked down at the warriors as his name was chanted, but I could barely hear him, not paying attention to him. I only smiled for a moment at their religious worship, but I also felt contempt because I knew he didn't know any of their names. Most will die anonymously today.

Most will never stand out like he or I do. I smiled at him after his words.

~ Yes, I'm waiting too. ~ I was wondering what the end of the holomovie would be…

Down on the planet, my own troops sent the data, which I also passed on to the appropriate officers. It was unusual, I didn't do the reconnaissance. Not now, I just stayed with him, on his side. It was necessary, and I enjoyed all the time we spent together. After all, before every fight, I was scared and worried it would be the last one for one of us, but I feared only because of losing him, not because of my own death. I also listened to the orders among the officers, and then watched as they set out south.

I didn't move either. For some reason, I was unable to go to any vehicle, or just the huge dog droid, to ride on the back of the fight. I watched him under the hiding of my helmet. I also felt something through the relationship between the two of us. I felt something touch our minds, but the message wasn’t for me, it was for him. From somewhere, remotely, maybe not even from this world. Most of Ziare’s family was Sith, I knew the afterlife existed, I knew there was a good chance that the Avatars were existing entities.

~ I felt it too, Asher. Though not what they want, but that, yes, something has been said to you. I will go with you. It is my duty as your advisor… and as your wife. As always, I'll accompany you on your journey. And last but not least, someone needs to take care of you, someone needs to protect you. ~

I didn’t know where we were going, but I got up behind Asher on the bike and hugged his metallic waist to keep me from falling. It was the first time I could embrace him so that no one could even accidentally suspect that there were more of us than commander and subordinate relationship.

I don’t know where we’re going, but I would follow him, even to hell. As I promised, I swore to him that I would always be by his side and support him.

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The Mongrel said:
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Cycle of Hatred: Journey's End​


Location: Tython, Journey's End
Tags: Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran | Julian Qar Julian Qar

  • The Mongrel and Mercy head for Barran's camp


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You are more than what the Brotherhood made you, she told him. The Mongrel - no, Asher, at least inside his head - wanted to believe her. Perhaps the simple act of giving himself a new name was enough to prove that. He had been able to hide his true self, the self that lived and loved beyond the Maw, from even the mighty Taskmaster. Through all this time, all these battles, he'd been so much more than even his closest allies knew. All except Mercy, the one who had made it all possible, who had made his mind strong and whole again.

But was that truly an escape from the Maw? In the end, he was still their creature. There was nowhere else in the galaxy he could go, nothing else he could do but fight for them. If he gave up on their holy mission, stopped seeking martyrdom in the name of the Avatars, then he would be admitting that all the horrible things he'd done were for nothing. He couldn't live with that. He had to believe, had to keep going along the path that the Dark Voice had set for him. It if was all meaningless, if it didn't matter, he hadn't just been a monster.

He'd been a pointlessly cruel monster.

She liked his name, liked what he shared with her, and he smiled. He loved to see her happy, the way a smile lit up her features... but he dared not think about it for too long. How many smiles had he denied her when he'd stolen her life? ~ On my world, Asher means 'blessed', ~ he told her, running a hand through her hair. ~ I chose it because you have been a blessing to me. ~ But I have been a curse upon you. She had healed him, brought him back from the brink... and he had given her so much hardship and horror and pain.

He was blessed, but he was no blessing.

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Mercy walked back to him, flicking him on the nose, teasing him for his laziness. ~ I was just admiring the view, ~ he told her, offering her a laugh and a wink. And she did look good in his shirt, filling it out in all sorts of interesting ways. She distracted him - her beauty, her smile, her laugh, her little teasing quips. And he needed to be distracted. Outside this room, outside this little piece of paradise in their minds, he could feel reality like a half-remembered dream. He knew a battle was coming, another time when The Mongrel would fight.

When he would kill good, honest people.

And Kallan couldn't stop it.

~ Be lazy with me, ~ he told his wife, taking her hand and pulling her back to the bed. ~ Let's stay here a little longer, just you and me. All I want to think about is you. ~ He needed her, needed her help to block out the horrors at the edge of his awareness, the evil things that the man who'd been put inside his body would do. He wanted to curl up with her and shut out the whole galaxy, forget everything they'd been through, pretend that reality was the dream and this was all there really was. Maybe one day he'd do it all for real.

Until then, he wanted to pretend.

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At first, it was just a feeling, a call that came to his mind as if from the gods. It was probably only because of Mercy that he could sense it at all; The Mongrel had no connection to the Force, no ability to sense such things, and only his wife's telepathy could connect him to that wider world of mystical power. He knew enough to follow it, to go east across the hills and plains of this pristine world, heeding the call of the Avatars. But he did not know where he was going, or why. He simply obeyed, as he always did. Such was faith.

It wasn't until the coordinates pinged on his comm that he realized what it all meant. He knew the sender, understood the message and what it meant. As soon as he laid eyes on it, he knew why he'd been called here, what his dreams had signified. Barran. For ten years and more they had been commanders on opposing sides of this war, equal opposites bound together by a bloody destiny. Sometimes they had clashed directly, other times through champions and proxies and armies. But always they had been one another's rivals.

He respected no outsider more...

... but this was the end.

That was the way the cycle worked - apex to nadir to apex, rise and fall and rise, an endless circle, a crashing of waves upon the shore. They had been doing this for too long to continue without resolution. This time there would be no disengaging, no quirk of fate that would spare them from taking one another's lives. The duel that was about to begin, this Journey's End, would be final for one of them... or perhaps both. Some part of The Mongrel had known from the moment he'd met Barran that it would all have to end this way.

The Mongrel had won the last rounds of their contest, a battle fought not with blades but with lives. He had taken away Erskine's champion, Shai Krayt, the Wardog, and turned her to the service of the Maw. And he had made Erskine's own flesh and blood, his wayward son Thomas, into his successor. That was the warlord's vile Mawite gift - to corrupt all that he touched, turning the things that Barran had set against him back on their sender. But in a cycle such as this, blows were struck in turns... and that did not bode well for The Mongrel.

This would be either his final victory, or Erskine's vengeance.

"It's Barran," he told Mercy. "He's calling to me."

She would come with him, of course. He thought about turning her away, sparing her the sight of this last, mortal duel... but she was part of him, his love and his strength, and he was not sure he could face this ending alone. Perhaps that was selfish, but he doubted he could have talked her out of coming along no matter how hard he'd tried. She'd felt the call of destiny too. ~ Thank you, ~ he whispered to her. She always did take care of him, always found her way back to her place at his side, no matter what happened.

But she could not save him this time.

Mercy's arms encircled his metal waist, and the speeder bike kicked into gear. It streaked across the fields, heading for the campsite where Erskine and his closest friend even now awaited them. Soon the warlord could see the little trail of smoke curling up from the campfire the old general had built, and he guided his vehicle toward it. The noise of the battle faded into the background, and the world became oddly peaceful and still. Deep inside, Kallan stirred, remembering a camping trip he'd taken as a child. Better days. Kinder times.

They were nearly there now.

To the place this would all end.
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~ Earlier, en route to Tython | Asher and Mercy ~
I knew we never agreed on one thing, and that was that I never, but never considered him a monster. He considered himself to be like that, just like Kallan. Even in the subconscious, Ziare told Kallan that if he thought that, he should consider us that too. I was like Mongrel. If he's a monster, so am I. He was chained to Maw, I volunteered for their service, out of gratitude for freeing me from Ziare's subconscious, and with the help of the Taskmaster, I locked him there. He was able to take control for a long time, but in the end, I defeated her, and even Keilara became stronger than she ever was.

Maybe I didn’t kill millions, billions like him, personally or with my orders. But since Carlac, he has used the information I gave him for this. Based on what he said, my war crimes are just as great as his. We were the same, maybe that’s why we found each other, just like Keilara and Kallan.

In the many years since I was with him, especially since I knew I loved him and not just did my duty, or whatever he commanded, I was almost always happy on his side. Of course, there were more melancholy days when we dreamed and longed for a distant, common life, away from the Maw, but he gilded my days. I looked at him with pleasure, smiled at him. Without him, the days would have been dark, monotonous, and uninteresting. Isn't that love after all? To make someone happy and smile at someone you love?

The smiles, the joy, the happiness and mirth he caused with his words, his presence, his deeds… to me.
When he answered my question as to why he chose this name, I felt myself blush and I lowered my eyes in confusion. I hadn’t blushed many times in my life, at most out of anger, but he was the only one who could embarrass me. I killed others for compliments and when they tried to approach me. Not only a single person in the tribe died because of this, before Asher and since we were together. I bit my lower lip in confusion, my face still burning and red when I looked at him. On my lips were a little confused, but a touched and warm smile appeared, and my eyes were still glistening happily.

~ I… ~ I started confused, my heart beating fiercely here and in reality as my cheek burned after his words. ~ No one has ever said such a nice thing to me. I'm glad you feel that way as well, as I feel about you. And I love you, Asher! Now and forever! ~ I whispered to him.

I still smiled kindly as he was running his hand through my hair, then I caressed his face and finally I leaned close to him and kissed him.

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~ Present, inside the mind palace | Kallan and Keilara ~
I laughed with him and smiled as I got the same reactions to my words and deeds. I never wanted to say that I did it partly to make sure you didn’t see and feel anything of what was going on out there. I know Mercy does that too, but she couldn’t be done every minute of the day. Especially with that little sleep as Mercy has slept since Noris.

Admiring the view. I blushed for a moment, but I frowned in my thoughts, and my gaze became lour for a moment. Here, my appearance, my skin, was normal in our minds. Kallan never saw what I really was. It was only Mongrel that he saw Mercy that our whole body was wounded, still kept the traces of tortures.

I was hoping if I really got a new body, that clone wouldn't be like that, it wouldn't be damaged, scarred. Not to remind me of the many horrors from my old life. A new beginning.

~ I'm glad you think so. ~ I said, still blushing.

I was still smiling and laughing as he took my hand and pulled me back into bed. Now I looked into his eyes up close as I rested my head on the pillow again. I continued to smile and finally pulled close to him so I could cuddle to him.

~ I think a little extra laziness fits into my busy daily routine. ~ I winked at him.

I liked to feel the warmth of his body, his scent, his touch. I closed my eyes contentedly, then finally looked at him a little worriedly at the last words. I caressed his face anxiously and turned his face toward me.

~ Is there a problem, my love? You know I'm always here. ~ there was a worry in my voice as well, as I hugged him gently and caressed him back, caring and gently.

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~ Present, Tython | Asher and Mercy ~
I didn’t really understand the Force; I had some theoretical knowledge that I owed to Ziare, but nothing more. It was Freedom who was a Force user but only in the Netherworld. To the best of my knowledge, I was not even a Force sensitive and my telepathy is the legacy of my Umbaran blood. I may be wrong, but both worked the same way anyway. I knew that. However, I couldn’t tell if another ordinary telepath or a Force user was sending a message. I don't know now either.

The arrival of the message was felt by me, too, at least that I felt something distracting him. At any time I would have been able to read his mind, learn all about it. Everything, his most feared secrets, everything he didn’t tell me. I never did. I never looked into his memories, his thoughts. Our minds have long been essentially one; but I have always left his personal space, his private sphere.

I don’t deny, it happened several times that I wanted to know something, but I didn’t take the information. It was a long time before I earned his trust, I never did anything that would break that trust. I loved and respected him so much more. And I didn’t do anything he wouldn’t have allowed. I didn’t modify his memories and I could have listed what I never did. I glanced at him when he finally spoke.

Barran; I almost asked which one, but it wasn't needed. I knew exactly that Erskine would be the one here and not Michael. About where "Tommy" was, I knew exactly.

"Wouldn't it be easier to bombard that place? With that, we could already break a significant portion of the NIO force." I asked him.

And of course, that would ruin Barran's call and plans perfectly. This is the first time I've started to worry about this.

~ You don't have to say thank you to me for that, it's natural! ~ I whispered back with a smile, kindly.

While we were progressing, I hugged him in our minds, at home too, and of course, if he was open to me, I was happy to talk to him about general things, nothing serious that would have had anything to do with fighting or war. At home, in our minds, we didn’t have to deal with that. However, travelling this way on the bike was surprisingly pleasant.

~ We could do this in the future more than once, I would be happy with it! ~ I laughed softly, happily. ~ I don’t know why we haven’t done this several times in recent years. ~

I had already seen the camp in the distance, I was overwhelmed by the bad feeling again.

~ What do you think; why does he want to meet you here? ~ I asked him.

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VADM Tarsa Doon

Without Fail
VADM Tarsa Doon
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NIV EXILE - ORBIT TYTHON - (NIO) BATTLEGROUP EXCISION
STATUS: HOLDING / GENERAL QUARTERS
COMPLIMENT: 3 SQUADRONS TIE/HF SLASHERS (36) 3 SQUADRONS TIE/OTx OUTLANDERS (48) 2 SQUADRONS TIE/VX VANGUARD (16)
SUPPORT COMPLIMENT: 4 SQUADRONS STAR SLOOPS (12)

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PHAETRE CLASS CARRIER - HYPERSPACE - (NIO) BATTLEGROUP EXCISION
STATUS: LEAVING HYPERSPACE TO JOIN FORMATION
COMPLIMENT: 4 SQUADRONS PETARD CLASS DROID STARFIGHTERS (24) 6 SQUADRONS TIE/GA MAULERS (48) 14 SQUADRONS TIE/HF SLASHERS (168)
SUPPORT COMPLIMENT: 6 SQUADRONS STAR SLOOPS (18)

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3X JC-747 NOX RAIDER CORVETTES - ORBIT TYTHON - NIO BATTLEGROUP EXCISION
STATUS: HOLDING / GENERAL QUARTERS
STANDING OBJECTIVES: DEFEND EXILE/PHAETRE

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4X ESCOLTA CLASS FRIGATES - ORBIT TYTHON - NIO BATTLEGROUP EXCISION
STATUS: HOLDING/GENERAL QUARTERS
STANDING OBJECTIVES: DEFEND BATTLEGROUP

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DEFIANCE CLASS STAR DESTROYER - ORBIT TYTHON - NIO BATTLEGROUP EXCISION
STATUS: HOLDING/GENERAL QUARTERS
COMPLIMENT: 8 SQUADRONS TIE/OTx OUTLANDERS (128)
SUPPORT COMPLIMENT: 3 SQUADRONS STAR SLOOPS (9)
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Tarsa looked herself over in the mirror in her private quarters, seemingly unphased by the fact she was going into one of the largest space battles the galaxy had seen to date. In fact, one of the largest she had been in, if the fiasco at Csilla was to be any comparison. Adjusting her Epaulette in a perfectly symmetrical fashion on her officer's uniform. The situation didn't matter, she needed to look the part. And as a Vice Admiral, within a command position those under her could usually only be as sharp as those that commanded them. Giving herself a final sneer with her arms folded across her chest, she would nod at herself before turning to leave her quarters, stopping when she was hailed on her comms.

"Doon..."

'Mam, the Admiral Regent is hailing from the Tregessar. Shall I send it?'

"Of course, my personal quarters..."

She quickly glanced over herself once more, and stood at attention, hands behind her back with her chin held high, that iconic smug glare about her features. Though, when she saw him, her demeanor cracked just slightly...

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Carlyle’s tired eyes gazed over each and everyone of them. There were distinguished grooves around his mouth, and cheeks. Red taut lines. And in between them, the flesh was particularly pale. The respirator he wore around his neck, clearly having some kind of suction event. “Gentlemen. Ladies.” Carlyle began, his voice baritone, but riddled with cracks and imperfections. “I do not believe… I need remind you the importance of our operation today.” Carlyle snarled. With each syllable, a spray of blood and pus was ejected with force from his mangled maw, “We today. End the Maw. And avenge the Empire’s prior failures.”

“For now… Comrades… We wait.” Carlyle declared with a glare to each commander, "Deploy your fighters... Bombers. Hold them in reserve. Defensive position." The Admiral Regent ordered with a hiss, “We maintain our lines, and let these… Others…. Throw themselves in the first wave. Weaken the Maw in their.... Hubris.” The Admiral Regent pontificated, "For their..... Justice." He wheezed, reaching down, and taking a brief hit from the respirator. His eyes fluttering shut momentarily. “From there… We will choose to engage at will. And with our own… Initiative.” Rausgeber wheezed, “Heed my word. My command. And you will be minted authority of your own within the Navy.” The Admiral Regent promised, “Betray… Dither… Deviate from my vision…” He raised a clenched fist.

“I. Will. End. You.”
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Certainly,

this wasn't her Rausgeber. This person who seemed closer to death than command, and yet she forced her gaze back to stoicism. He was going through... Something, that was for sure, but she wasn't idiot enough to note it, not in such a public avenue. And yet, admittedly Rausgeber would receive no pity from her, only worry. He had after all pulled her from a dark place without condemnation. Instead, he had elevated her, and given her a chance to repivot where others would have taken the opportunity to shackle her, or worse; put her out an airlock.

As he wheezed, she swallowed her on her own spit, eyes scrunching up lightly, the concern marked on her face as he turned to her. Yet, she said nothing. There was nothing yet to say. Only when he had finished, would she promptly nod to his hologram.

"Battlegroup Excision will comply, awaiting further orders"

She noted, glancing at the holograms of the other Commanders briefly, then offering Rausgeber a formal salute. With that, and unless he had something to add, she would turn and step away, her hologram leaving the conference with haste as she made her way out of her room. In the hallways of The Exile, she received the proper salutes from those she passed, ignoring them as she beelined for the Command Bridge.

"ADMIRAL ON D-"

"SHUT up, already..."

She almost cooed the words at the XO, the rest of the technicians on the bridge looking at each other in brief confusion before she continued.

"As you were..."

Tarsa noted dully, moving to the battlefield display and folding her arms over her chest as the crew went back to work finalizing their specific duties. The XO was as usual, right behind her, ready to see to whatever she needed, datapad in hand as if it was some holy text for him to read the scriptures from.

"Why is the Phaetre Class not here yet?"

"Jump Drives had a malfunction at Relay.. Ah, six mam. We have them at eight minutes out."

She cast him a disgusted side glance at the notion, she didn't like hearing words like malfunction.

"Then the Lieutenant Junior will report directly to you when they arrive, full technical assessment. We'll see to it later. I need the Phaetre right here when they get out of the tube... I want our defenses overlapping, launch all fighters, and support craft and keep them in holding positions. Make sure the Phaetre follows suit. No one is to engage the enemy forces unless engaged. We're holding for now..."

He relayed this information as she spoke it, quickly typing it into his datapad, glancing between her and the battle display, offering understanding nods from time to time.

"It'll be done, ma'am... A-..Are we engaging the Planet Killer first?"

An image of the ghastly looking Rausgeber flashed in her mind, and she grimaced at it, sneering at him a bit.

"You'll be the first to know when I do. You know I don't much care for petty squabbles. I'm here to kill Sith. Simple as that. However, war is war. And good soldiers follow orders..."

She stared at him briefly, the nodded off to the techs working at their monitors.

"Run Along, you have my orders..."

The Vice Admiral said, leaving it to her second in command to do what needed to be done. Herself, moving to finally stand in front of, and sit gently into the Commander's chair. Fingers brushing against the keypad. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she did something she probably shouldn't have...

She opened a private text-based, and encrypted channel on the Prefsbelt network, and sent a private message to Rausgeber directly.

'EXCISION READY IN'

She glanced up at the Battle Display

'TWELVE AND A HALF MINUTES, AWAITING PHAETRE CARRIER... ALL DUE RESPECT SIR, IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?'

She Encrypted the message, then sent it to him, casually looking back up to observe the distant conflict through the viewports. She fully expected some snappy response, but her skin was tough enough to take it, her intention more out of actual concern for her superior than anything else. She had simply never seen him in such disarray. It almost felt like he was a different person.

Until something else came up, she would remain on alert, ready to carry out whatever orders were given. Just as the Shoulder Board she wore had inscribed below the Prefsbelt Insignia stated 'Without Fail'



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Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock Caoimhe Crannach Caoimhe Crannach Maple Harte Maple Harte Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick Derix Tirall Derix Tirall Akûz the Ravager Akûz the Ravager Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen Verin Oldo Verin Oldo (And of course anyone else I've missed on fleeting objectives, sorry)






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Objective 3, Alongside Cotan Sar'andor Cotan Sar'andor ​
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They were not alone, those Je'daii two, atop the turbulent spire of earth wherein the Temple of Balance had been founded. Around them lay the Mawite invaders and defenders hailing from all manner of origins. For now none had directly engaged them, something she could thank the Force for, so their attempts at quelling the storm and soothing the planet could continue in true, but how long would that last?​
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Cotan was seemingly having similar thoughts as he made his plan for her known. Carry the torch should he be in some way pulled away, whether physically or mentally. It was a tall ask, but despite the fact that they were only two, on the planet larger there were others engaged in a meld. Others to draw upon for strength and soundness of mind. "Got it" she replied, reaching out through the Force to properly acquaint herself with the others in their valour. It would be easier to identify them now, to join with them, than it would should things atop Akar Kesh prove all the more dire.​
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She'd need her focus on the storms in such an event, not on the convergence of booning Jedi.​
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Up above, beyond the swirling storms, the great and mighty Tho Yor were on the move for the first time since the dawn of it all. Her heart wrenched at the sight of it, another reminder of how little the invaders cared for the sanctity of the Force, of life. If they could twist and ruin that which had stood strong for millennia then truly they were not likely to bat an eyelid at tearing apart the world itself.​
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If Tython didn't try to do that for them.​
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"Focus" she whispered to herself, drawing upon her inner strength and peace of mind. She could not lose hope, not now. Cotan became slightly preoccupied with a crashed ship and the Gungan who made his way from within, and in response she began to shoulder more of the burden to accommodate it. Tython was an untamed beast, and Asha's mastery was in the sensory not the physical... But she knew a thing or two about quelling storms of a different nature, and what was the world experiencing if not a raging ball of emotions in response to all it was forced to contend with?​
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Her hand fell from Cotan's, as she folded down to the ground and sat with legs crossed. She trusted that he'd be vigilant enough for the both of them. In her mind she relayed the Je'daii Code as a mantra, meditating upon it and the world around them as the Force swirled the air about her in response. She could not halt the storm entirely, she could not cease the quaking of the earth - not with so much turmoil and fighting on the surface - but she could focus on creating buffer zones to allow their allies to pass through. A weaker point...​
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So that's what she did.​
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There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no fear, there is power. I am the heart of the Force. I am the revealing fire of light. I am the mystery of darkness. In balance with chaos and harmony. Immortal in the Force.​
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Over, and over, and over.... For as long as it took, or as long as she was able.​
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(Sorry the post was entered prematurely. I'll make sure to tag relevant people next go round! <3)​
 

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ALLIES: Romul Saxon Romul Saxon | Verin Oldo Verin Oldo | Isla Draellix-Kobitana Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber | Juno - 11/0571 Juno - 11/0571 | Mylo Thorne | Tren Chaar Tren Chaar | Liram Angellus Liram Angellus | Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock | VADM Tarsa Doon VADM Tarsa Doon | Caoimhe Crannach Caoimhe Crannach | @whoever else I'm missing | Enclave | AC | NIO | GA | Elysium Empire | SJC

CEASEFIRE: Aximand Sicarus Aximand Sicarus | Mith'akis'ormo Mith'akis'ormo | Aculia Voland Aculia Voland | Mellifluous Magenta Mellifluous Magenta | Vaux Gred Vaux Gred | The Amalgam The Amalgam | @whoever else I'm missing | EE

ENEMIES: Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | Derix Tirall Derix Tirall | Khione Khione | Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick | Akûz the Ravager Akûz the Ravager | @whoever else I'm missing | BOTM & Allies

ENGAGING: Akûz the Ravager Akûz the Ravager

FLEET:
Flagship: UES Requiem - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%) Heavy Assault- 4.2K

2x Victator-class Battlecruiser - Heavy Assault - 3.52K
=UES Executioner - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
=UES Hellios - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

1x Thoros II-class Battlecruiser - Heavy Assault - 4.2K
= UES Eternity - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

2x Grievous-class Star Destroyer - Heavy Assault - 1.89K
= UES Grande Deceptor - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Anarchist - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

3x Argente-class Assault Cruiser - Assault - 0.96K
= UES Liberty - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Revenant - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Genesis - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

5x Murkhana-class Escort Frigate - Balanced - 0.43K
= UES Guardian - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Pilgrim - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Triumph - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Observer - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Herald - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

6x Terrus-class Flak Corvette - Defensive - 0.16K
= UES Galaxy’s Harbinger - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Euphoria - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Vision - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Marauder - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Hepsibah - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Conquest - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

6x Trench-class Fast Attack Corvette - Offensive - 0.11K
= UES Prophet - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Judgement - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Huntress - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Avenger - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Prisoner - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= UES Torment - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)


It was the greatest deployment yet.

The force that had brought vengeance on Panatha was large but it still shrank in the shadow of the force that the Enclave had called to arms this time around. The directive given by Mando'ade leadership had been clearer than ever before.

No quarter.

The attack lines from Hefi had accompanied the fleet of Warmaster Romul Saxon Romul Saxon toward Tython. The weight of the looming battle settling on all but droids. Even Vemric with a century of naval warfare behind him, felt this weight more and more with each deployment.

It was fairly quiet on the bridge of the Requiem - the calm before the storm. The Sephi Admiral's tall frame was bent over the holomap, memorising the area around the ancient planet that the Maw was hellbent on destroying, one last time.
"Sir, the Eternal Empire have entered the system." Miles' voice came from where he was leaning over the nav-officer's shoulder to see the panel.
Vemric straightened up to his full height. He wanted nothing more than to remove Aximand Sicarus Aximand Sicarus from the face of the Galaxy, but order were orders. "Get me all ships under our command, Commander." he said as he turned to walk onto the bridge once more.
"Line opening now, Sir." Pol said from the comms panel.
"All Enclave vessels are to withhold fire on Eternal Empire vessels unless fired upon first. Orders of ceasefire have been issued for the duration of the current looming conflict. Initiate encrypted comms and M3's and prime all ordnance, however. I want every vessel to be ready for any contact today." Vemric ordered all under his and Verin Oldo Verin Oldo 's command.

Just then, pings sounded across the bridge.
"Report." the Sephi said.
"Final Dawn and Mawite vessels have arrived, Sir." Miles said.
"Sweet Mother Ashla, what is that?!" Young Ensign Derrick Loch cried, completely forgetting about the strict etiquette the Admiral enforced on his ships.
Vemric lofted a brow. "Commander, elaborate on that undignified outburst, please."
"It's the Avatar of War, Sir." Miles replied in stride before giving Derrick a glance.

And so the plan was falling into place fairly fast.

Vemric walked over to the great viewport, arms folded behind him.
"Patch me through to the Samrata." he said, his back towards the rest of the bridge.
A little bit of a bustle.
"The Samrata, Sir." Pol then said.
"Minister, you have full command of your lines. I do request to hold complete fire for the time being. Let us see what they do first. Warmaster Saxon would be initiating boarding soon. If they are successful, they'll be sitting ducks on that station. Let us not let them go down with it." Vemric told Verin Oldo Verin Oldo .

Before long, Miles' voice broke across the bridge once more.
"The Warmaster has deployed, Sir."
The moment of truth.
"Open a line to all Allied forces." Vemric said.
"Line initiated, Sir."
Vemric straightened his tall frame before speaking.

"All Allied forces against the Maw,"​

he began. "This is Admiral Vermic Keldra from the United Enclave naval forces. This is to notify that the Mandalorian contingent of the Enclave has initiated a boarding sequence. Please take care when firing upon the Avatar of War. Keldra out." he then requested from them all.

He would attempt the diplomatically correct way first. If that failed, he would resort to other measures. He would do everything within his power to prevent more men and women dying under his care.

He turned towards the bridge.
"Commander, are our own lines ready for a moment's notice?"
"Yes, Sir. All weapons fully charged and ready and fighter compliments are ready to deploy upon orders." Miles said as he straightened up from where he was watching the nav-panel.
"Good man." Vemric said, turning back to the viewport. "Godspeed, ladies and gentlemen."

The drums of war started to thrum.

  • All Enclave vessels ordered to refrain from firing on Eternal Empire vessels unless fired upon first.
  • All Enclave vessels ordered to ready ordnance, use encrypted comms and to activate Ordnance Jammers
  • Gives Verin Oldo Verin Oldo full command of his own lines but requests to withhold fire to observe enemy movements first.
  • Notifies ALL Allied forces of the Mandalorian boarding sequence and requests caution when firing on the Avatar of War.
  • All fighter compliments ready to deploy and all ordnance charged and ready to fire upon orders within Vemric's own lines.


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Darth Daiara

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Darth Mori said:



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LocationAkar Kesh, Tython
EnemiesTython Defense | Galactic Alliance | Silver Jedi Order | New Imperial Order | Mandalorian Enclave | Eternal Empire | Allyson Locke
AlliesBrotherhood of the Maw | Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis , Kyrel Ren , Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze , Jem Fossk , Darth Daiara Darth Daiara
EquipmentLightsaber & The Hunger
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"You know what you must do, should the time come."​

A shaken foundation is all that a crumbling house needs to collapse, and she had just watched the man they called the Sith'ari come face to face with reality with Cotan Sar'andor Cotan Sar'andor halting what should have been a lethal blow and his response wasn't nearly the same as what she would have offered if she had been in his position. There was no fury, no sanctimonious display to assert the superiority of his side by any measurable degree of force, only an absolute disregard for the Je'daii that had placed themselves in his way in hopes that his followers would keep Cotan and Asha Vynea occupied in order for his ritual, his play for power, to finally reach fruition. She nodded her head as she took on the role of ardent follower, a true believer, while the corner of her lip slipped into a subtle grin as the pieces on the board slowly began to reveal themselves to her.

There wasn't time for idle chatter or pleasantries to draw attention to her, chaos broke out the moment the Tho Yor and its matching pairs moved towards the skies, and, though it was imperative that Solipsis accomplished the bulk of his ritual, Mori slipped away like a shadow swallowed by the darkness cast over the planet by the floating pyramids which blotted out the light from shining through the clouds. The rest of the Brotherhood had steeled themselves to give it all for the Maw, for Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis , but, just as she had left him in his greatest moment of need, any subservience that remained after Bastion had abandoned her with the return of her ambition.

"Don't worry, Solipsis, I know exactly what I have to do." She said aloud, out of earshot, while she made her way towards the rendezvous she had set with her apprentice, Darth Daiara Darth Daiara . There had been an air of secrecy around the Sith lord, one which had frustrated the younger woman, and the bulk of it had to do with her intentions for Tython - a plan that had been laid out since the moment she had been 'discovered' observing the Maw's Sith'ari after the Brotherhood's victory over the fallen Sith Empire on Ziost. It had been a plan for simple, personal, revenge at first: Kill, embarrass even, the Imperator of the New Imperial Order, destroy the Jedi, and tear apart the Sith that remained from within to sate her desire to get even with the people who contributed to ruining her life. That, however, had changed as she matured, softened, and longed for the life that she had lost, a life that taking the reigns of creation - of reality - would be well within her grasp.

Where she lacked in the support, however, Solipsis had; what was just out of reach because of her solitary nature was now held tightly in the man's grip. The fool thought she trusted him with a future, a past, a reality of his design - but in spite of all of his cunning, all of his plotting and guile, the man never made it clear that he expected that the board they found themselves pieces on had been hers. "I assume the wrappings of nullification resin you're carrying is around my Hunger?" She asked, stepping out from the shadow cast by a large tree towards her apprentice as she stepped off the landing ramp of the transport that had ferried her this close to Akar Kesh. Reaching out with her left hand for the spear, carefully wrapped for her apprentice's safety, she nodded her head in a gesture to the ritual that was taking place some tens of minutes away from the two.

"I'm going to borrow something else from you, too, but I need you to walk with me so I can explain as we get to where we need to be."

The time for the girl to see the cards in her master's hand had finally come, and with it was the tool she'd use to make it happen.
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Aradia held out Hunger to her master, secretly relieved she wasn't expected to carry the spear the entire day. There was something unsettling about having to throw your weapon away from you in the heat of a fight. She preferred sabers.

"Master," she greeted, following the cue and walking away from the landing ramp with Vesta. It felt good to finally be able to stretch her legs again. A year on Maena had left her rather pale and frustrated with the insides of her training chamber. Her eyes skimmed the landscape, awed to find the energy of the world had already been brought to its knees.

The invasion had barely begun.

Her vision tore off the figures in the distance, her voice hush as she asked, "What dark magic is that?

Darth Mori Keiran Varn


 
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