Siren's Song [TSE Dom of Iego Hex AJ,29]

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: III Toong'L
Gear: Sith Imperial Cadet Uniform | Lightsaber | Dagger | Wristlink
NPC Forces: Star Destroyer | Planetary Assault Cruiser | Interdictor | Patrol Ship

[ the siege of toong'l ]​

The blast doors pulled apart to admit the small form.

The short cape flowed behind the boy's slight frame, as his tail ghosted just an inch off the deck plating. Caligae-style sandals wrapped his feet in the traditional footwear of the proud Cathar nation, as the dark clothed cadet emerged onto the bridge of the star destroyer.

As he passed through the rear section, the boy's amber eyes noted the Commodore engaged in some bureaucratic administrivia away from the forward section of the bridge. Though there eyes met, neither seemed inclined to go out of their way for the other. Instead, the boy traversed the command deck until he arrived in the shadow of the captain.

Noting the child's arrival, Cartier Ghazikhanian noted aloud, "Our cruisers have just entered orbit of the planet."

Those would be the planetary assault ships. Their orbital assault cannons would be most effective from a low orbital profile. But, that assumed that they had a target with which to demonstrate that lethal capability.

After all, there was nothing worse than wasted potential.

"Have the Legion forces on the ground identified any possible targets for us?"

"Several, which our probe droids are currently gathering more data on," the captain answered neatly.

The boy's ears twitched, flattening for a moment as he mulled over that response. When he had looked up again, the child asked, "Are any of the targets on the horizon?"

"One is in a strike window now," Ghazikhanian confirmed, before adding, "But we're awaiting overflight to..."

The child interrupted the man. "Are there Legion forces inside the strike window?"

"No, they've withdrawn pending reinforcement."

The cat-earred youth turned his head, directing his attention over toward where the com-scan officer labored in the pit that lay at their feet. "Transfer coordinates to the planetary assault cruiser," the boy ordered.

The Sith Armada officers exchanged a look among themselves. A wordless nod from Captain Ghazikhanian was all it took for the officers and men to carry out the young cadet's command. Returning his attention up at the man beside him, the boy said,
"I permitted those who wanted to flee, because it worked to de-moralize the enemy." The child was remarkably matter-of-fact about the whole affair.

Clasping his hands around at the small of his back, the youngling's tail flicked behind him as he looked away from Captain Ghazikhanian to once again peer out over the planet that orbited beneath them. "Those who remain intend to fight. And I would send a message to them."

The com-scan officer piped up from the pit. "The assault ship confirms coordinates locked and ready, Commander."

The young Cathar just looked up as he casually answered...

 

[Ela Saako]

OBJECTIVE III - [member="Micah"]

Lady Saako stood watch in the co-pilot's seat of the lander as they approached the planet. The pilot next to her, along with all the people on board, were combat engineers, who were ordered to assist in constructing a fortress on the planet.

Ela was a gifted archaeologist and student of architecture. She wasn't a combat engineer mind you, but she was good enough to assist in building a fortress. Not only that, she wanted to use this as leverage to pursue her archaeology studies and to enrich herself with the spoils of war afterwards. Her business ventures were the source of the credits required to pursue her quest for knowledge and immortality.

As the ship neared the planet, the female captain commanding the engineering company informed Ela that they would first assist in constructing breastworks to assist imperial troops in creating a landing zone for imperial troops. Lady Saako nodded, and began works analyzing the surface.

"Do we have a picture of the zone command intends us to fortify, Captain?"

"Yes we do mi'lady. Two mile long breastworks and trenches in a circular shape around in isthmus on the south continent."

"Very well. How many engineers do we have available."

"40 in the lander, followed by another 80 once we land. Should be done within four hours."

"Alright then. I'll be assisting and supervising the construction."

The captain would nod, and they would proceed to land. As they exited the lander, she began directing the engineers. Tedious work, but necessary.

 

[Ela Saako]

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[Ela Saako]

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[Taeli Raaf]

Objective II - Iego
Study the locals

Taeli had personally gone to see what would happen to the prisoners, curious how exactly the Maelibi did their hunting. It also would prove to be an interesting test for some new equipment Aurora Industries was developing for use against sonic weaponry. Such an irritation for Force users and Taeli was anything but lenient towards irritations. Inserting the small earbuds, she waited along with the rest of the capture team while the prisoners milled near the entrance to the caves. They had been forced to wear clothes and items that would not look out of place for a group of spacers, although they were also sporting another piece of technology that Aurora was developing.

The prisoners had no control over their limbs, each one being controlled remotely by one of her Adepts through the use of nerve implants that connected directly to a headset worn by the controller, much like a Vong slave seed worked she supposed. In many ways, her testers described the experience as playing a holo game. It could be useful for controlling troublesome prisoners or even using slave soldiers in a conflict.

"My Lady, we're detecting movement from below."

Perfect, and her team at the Choir Alignment had reported some success in capturing four live subjects, and two that had perished rather than be captured. They would be transferred to her base camp, and then the work would begin in earnest in studying them.

"All capture team members, make sure your sonic cancellers are in place," she ordered. The first haunting melodies were echoing out of the cave, and the prisoners, controlled as they were, had begun to turn their heads in the direction without prompting.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The palace of the Demon King was as magnificent as the Maelibus themselves, highly ornate and organically formed from the magma that flowed up from the depths of Iego. Guards wielding barbed pikes escorted the Sith Emperor through the halls of the Demon Palace until they reached the throne room, a chamber not too dissimilar from the ones he used in an audience with his subjects and foreign dignitaries.

Yet despite the similar architecture and artificial gloom, it lacked the distinct allure of the Dark Side of the Force that pervaded his own Palace.

Nevertheless, the Emperor stayed on his guard as he was granted entry.

Sitting on the throne was a wizened Maelibus in highly ceremonial vestments, a scepter of bone and dark stone clutched in his right hand while a sheathed sword sat loosely on his lap. Several guards surrounded the throne while two Maelibus, one almost as aged as the King and another far more youthful, stood on either side of the Demon King. The King regarded the Emperor with suspicion, "I remember many years ago when another man, black of eyes, came to our world. He recruited Shara and many others, taking them off-world to fight in his war. Now another Dark Lord has replaced him and comes to Iego to again ensorcell the Maelibus, is that not so?"

The Emperor remained standing, still as stone, as he stared down the Demon King. "Darth Sortis sought to bind your people through subjugation, bending their will to his own. In that, he created loyal followers but ones that did not follow him out of choice. I have come to offer you that choice, King. I fought alongside Shara for many years and ultimately destroyed the Dark Lord who controlled him, freeing your people from servitude. I come to you now to offer your people a chance at true greatness, for the new tide is rising in the galaxy. The Jedi are broken, the Light soon to be fully eclipsed."

He extended a hand in offering, "Join me and elevate your people to greatness, not as myths hiding in caves or slaves to another's will; but conquerors."

The Demon King was silent, his brilliant eyes narrowing as he contemplated the Sith Emperor's offering. His advisor likewise said nothing, looking to his liege for his answer while the younger Maelibus regarded the foreign Sovereign with curiosity and with some wonderment. With a stamp of his staff on the floor ringing out through the throne room, the Demon King of Iego finally gave his answer to the Sith Emperor.

"No."

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

DRIZOTH​

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Iego​

Objective II: MEET THE FAMILY​

Challenging: [member="Darth Carnifex"]​

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He was too late.

As Drizoth entered the sprawling realms of the Demons, it was clear that the Sith Empire had reached his prize first-- Damn them, damn them all! It seemed that every step of the way, the reaching arm of the superpower of the Galaxy sought to step upon his toes and foil his plans at every turn. Of course, one may have suspected that the Emperor had established a sort of kill order or his existence had become public knowledge yet, the more he dug into such matters both through the limited means of information and calculating with his own mental fortitude, there was nothing. To some, this would have garnered some form of relief that the eyes of the powers that be were not upon them but to Drizoth? This angered him greatly; the fact that he was not recognized or even considered as much as he deserved to be, a creature of spite and desire in turmoil over such finite details was provided only a clear solution; this planet was to become the start and if the demon could find the chance to bring the gaze of the Sith Empire to witness his ascension? He would do everything within his power to ensure that happened.

Yet as the demon reached out to feel the presence of the Sith Emperor himself amid the presence of all else? This was a statement for the ages. One entity against an Empire and every single one of his subjects, the first titan to fall on his path to eternal feasting.

What was once considered a stealthy approach was replaced with one of extravagance-- A desire to light the beacon and make those that had sought to claim his prize aware that they were stepping upon his hunting ground. This announcement, as bold as it was, certainly drew the attention of the native guards and no doubt Imperial troopers yet, try as they might, each fell beneath the ambitious entity made reality-- Yet their fates were not to be sealed by sword but rather service. Drizoth had the power he needed, garnered from the entities that had sent the station upon the edge of space into darkness, enough energy had been consumed from the cosmic abnormalities that those that found themselves fighting the foolish battle to try and stop the murderous spirit found their minds ensnared by his corrupting presence, an invasion of his will breaching their defenses and turning what was once independent and free thinkers into mindless slaves with only one purpose in mind; death. Each servant added to his horde was another extent of his will-- It was small, perhaps even pitiful but it was clear, each step forward and mind controlled, the threat snowballed with a clear target in mind...

...The Palace of the Demon King. His new seat of power.

From the sounds of battle that no doubt began to echo throughout the sprawling city that the demons of Iego called their home, a singular roar erupted and echoed-- A challenge, issued by a being driven by ambition and a hunger that would span the entire galaxy given the chance, to one of the most powerful political figures within the galaxy.

The walls were destined to be painted red.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Before the Emperor could even vocalize a response, he was cut off short by an outburst from beside the throne.

"Father, I beg you reconsider. I have seen the work of the Sith Empire as it expands across the stars, should we refuse they will merely bring down the hammer until we are too weak to resist them."

Indeed, that had been the Sith's preferred method of aggressive diplomacy. Those systems that acquiesced quickly were spared the rod, while those that stubbornly refused the Emperor's 'mercy' were beaten until all notions of defiance had been bled out.

However, the King remained unconvinced. "My son, it is not your place to decide what is best for my kingdom. You will learn in time what it means to be King, but not until you have earned it." The Emperor remained silent throughout this confrontation, his eyes transfixed on the young prince as his anger continued to mount. His fingers twitched ever so slightly, fanning the flames of the son's resentment, rebellion, jealousy, and outright hatred for his father into a roaring inferno that threatened to consume him.

With speed borne from energetic youth, the Prince lashed out and snatched the blade on the King's lap right out of its sheath. An arc of blood sprayed across the throne room, the King's eyes widening in surprise as the Prince drove his father's own sword into his chest, bypassing the aged and weakened scales right into his heart.

A horrified gurgle escaped the King's throat before he toppled over and collapsed onto the floor, his life energies pooling out beneath him. Astonished, the Prince recoiled at the sight of his father's corpse. His golden eyes fell to his hands, stained his fratricide. He hadn't realized what he was doing until it was too late, as if a red fog had clouded his mind and drove him to commit unspeakable and taboo acts. His eyes now scanned the room, certain of his imminent doom as the royal guards now began to converge on the young prince to apprehend him for his murder of the King.

Lightning rippled through the air, catching each of the royal guards square in the chest as the energy vaporized their flesh and turned their bones to ash. Superheated metal and half-atomized corpses collapsed to the ground in puffs of acrid smoke, the heavy stench of ozone permeating the throne room.

The Emperor lowered his right hand, faint discharges of power still dancing across his fingertips. "You were right, young Prince. The Empire would have descended upon your people with all the fury we could muster, breaking your people's spirit until they had no choice but to kneel. Now that the King is dead, you have the opportunity to seize the throne for yourself and negotiate a more preferable treatment of the Maelibus." The Prince looked from the Emperor to the throne, still partially occupied by his father's body. Without almost flippant cruelty he planted one foot on the King's lower body and shoved him aside, bending down only to pluck the ceremonial crown that had fallen from the King's head.

Taking his place on the throne, the new King looked to the Emperor of the Sith. "I agree, your majesty. My father was a fool who was blinded by the old ways, the old testaments of our people to live in the endless darkness, never taking our place upon the galactic stage. That era is coming to an end, once and for all. The King is dead..."

The Emperor smiled darkly, "Long live the King."

But Carnifex's triumph was short-lived, for even as the new King took his throne a challenge radiated out through the Force. A being of darkness had followed the Emperor to Iego, and it now boastfully declared its presence in the streets of Maeliban. The Emperor frowned, "Remain in the palace, young King. I will deal with this intrusion. We can finalize the terms of your people once it has been handled." The Emperor then departed the way he had come, exiting the Demon Palace to face whoever, or whatever, had come to Iego.

[member="Vestille Thumahra"]​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: III Toong'L
Gear: Sith Imperial Cadet Uniform | Lightsaber | Dagger | Wristlink
NPC Forces: Star Destroyer | Planetary Assault Cruiser | Interdictor | Patrol Ship

[ the siege of toong'l ]​

The orbital armada had settled comfortably into a position of both authority and power.

Captain Ghazikhanian's distinctive pattern of footsteps marked his approach. The boy felt a shadow pass over him as the man bent low to remark, "The forces of [member="Ela Saako"] have made their landing."

The boy gave a nod in acknowledgment.

The Toong'L diaspora began with their cowards fleeing before them, sowing fear with them. The protectors of the planet seemed to have been scattered or crushed beneath the precision of the Sith Imperial orbital strike. "All too easy," the young Cathar purred approvingly, planting his hands on his hips as he stood there, proudly. His tail flipped up, swishing from side to side as the boy was most pleased with this endeavor.

...then there was a burst of blue light.

It was just a flicker, but it looked like it came from the planet.

"We've lost communication with one of the assault cruisers," he overheard one of the bridge officers declare.

Then there was a second flicker, just like before.

"Wait..." the boy uttered, as curiosity started to blur into confusion. All around him, the bridge had suddenly de-evolved into chaos, as everyone was running around barking demands on the com-scan officers. "What?"

A bolt of blue light sailed up from the planet, scoring across the star destroyer in a brilliant display of lightning. Micah was taken off-balance as the ship listed to one side. Staggered, the kitten fumbled toward a bulkhead for something to hold onto, only to wind up landing on his butt as the lights went out.

Power was out all across the ship.

In the darkness, the kitten could hear Captain Ghazikhanian clear his throat. "It's possible there may be an ion cannon active on the planet's surface," the man remarked flatly.

The boy just blinked.

"Well... chit."

That was really all there was to say about that.

 

[Ela Saako]

Objective III - Part II - [member="Micah"]

The construction of the breastworks went quite swimmingly. For once, Lady Saako was assigned a company of engineer-commandos that were good at what they did. That's saying much, given the piss poor quality of the Sith military.

Within four hours, the 120 soldiers that constructed an elaborate system of breastworks around the isthmus of a rather large peninsular promontory on the south continent. Commander Saako had chosen this as a landing ground. It would be extremely easy to defend, given the very small width of the choke point. It would mean any counter attack could only engage a small fraction of their troops at one time and, mixed with the good defenses, machine gun emplacement, and the fleet from above, would mean it would be impossible to lose the staging ground.

As Saako finished her work, she sent a signal to the fleet above.

"All marine units, this is Commander Saako. We have established a staging ground at these coordinates. You may safely begin your landing."

The marine units would comply quite quickly. The surface cannons would provide admirable cover, meaning any attempt to shoot down the landers would be in vain.

Two thousand one hundred soldiers, a full brigade, would land. She would lead them into battle. The first goal, break out of the isthmus.

Lightsabers activated, she would attach them into a saber staff. She's then order a charge, breaking past the breastworks and into the enemy. In a Shii Cho form, she would mow through the enemy's ranks like a lumber droid. Her goal? Reach the fortress, and fortify it.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

DRIZOTH​

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Iego​

Objective II: MEET THE FAMILY​

Challenging: [member="Darth Carnifex"]​

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"C A R N I F E X!"

The roar filled the caverns with fire, a burning hatred and desire to stand before the very man that challenged everything that Drizoth sought to accomplish with the galaxy-- Damn that Emperor, damn him and his meddling! The megalomania had set itself deep within the demon's core, too much sitting around and being under the thumb of the once great General Thumahra yet... Those times had long since passed, the wings of liberty having been allowed to stretch and the addicting sense of freedom wrapped itself around the demon and his seemingly endless ambitions. Perhaps it had simply been the eons of isolated festering within the depths of Nathema and the latching onto a being that acted more machine than flesh and blood that had spawned such wild desires or, perhaps this was always the path that Drizoth was set to follow. To the demon itself, it mattered very little, a hunger had to be sated and the galaxy was to be his feast; it was merely a matter of dealing with the obstacles in his way. As the fighting expanded through the streets, the surging tide of mind controlled warriors going about hunting down and killing their own upon the wishes of their new master, it presented Drizoth with the path of least resistance, save for a few foolhardy souls that put themselves before him in a feeble attempt to slow his progress who quickly found themselves either cut down or corrupted against their wishes. The demon was by no means weak but with the power gathered within the observation station? It was the fuel for his vessel to go beyond its limits. Demonic flesh fused with the augmentations of its previous owner, powered by the abyssal energies of the beings from the edge of space.

It made for one terrifying monstrosity indeed.

Stood just beyond the steps leading to the Palace of the Demon King whilst his minions went about his bidding, the demon let out a snarl as his eyes remained focused on the doors leading into the interior, waiting for the Emperor to reveal himself. It of course did not take long, the mere sight of the towering figure to some may have been intimidating but to the demon? He felt nothing but seething anger and a rising hatred for everything that Carnifex stood for; the obsession with bringing one of the more powerful figureheads of the galaxy to his knees was a task that would give the greatest satisfaction of all; a message for the rest of the Galaxy that Drizoth was above all else, a God among mere mortals and that even those who held the most power would fall befall him. Yes! That was exactly what this would prove yet rather than foolishly run into battle, it was clear that the demon had words to say. The tip of the Executor was thrust into the ground, sending a harrowing vibration through the corrupted songsteel that emitted a damning bell-toll of a sound for all those around to hear; "DARTH CARNIFEX, IN THE FLESH. I FELT YOUR PRESENCE ON NATHEMA WHEN YOU TOOK TO CLAIMING IT AS YOUR OWN. CORRUPTING YOU WOULD HAVE PUT ME IN FAR BETTER STEAD THAN THAT PITIFUL EXCUSE FOR A GENERAL BUT... BAH! FAR TOO EASY."

A snarl followed, the flaring of those burning eyes focused entirely upon the Emperor himself as the statement came;

"I HAVE NO DOUBT YOU KNOW WHO I AM AND WHY I AM HERE. YOU HAVE SOILED MY FEAST WITH YOUR MEDDLING BUT... THIS IS A CHANCE MEETING. I'VE LONGED TO KILL YOU AND CONSUME WHAT YOU CALL AN EMPIRE. YOUR TROOPS FALL ALL AROUND YOU AND SERVE ME. YOU WILL NOT HAVE THAT LUXURY...

...BUT PERHAPS I WILL KEEP YOU ALIVE SO YOU MAY WITNESS ALL YOU HOLD DEAR TURN TO ASH."

 

[Er'in Tenel]

The screams were oddly like songs, Er'in reflected from behind the relative safety of her technological protection.

They held none of the attraction of the... creatures song, but they certainly held a fascination that was hard to excise from her head.

The Diathim were without doubt a sentient species, their screams and protests as they were herded into cages for study - as well as the occasional epithet in Galactic Standard - confirmed what had long been known. They were also a danger to anyone with a starship who was not protected, despite the curious... kindness they radiated.

She was wondering if she might manage to politely gain one of them for... study - somewhat less destructive study than the Empire had planned, she suspected, mind distracted by the hyponotic qualities the energies of the dark side might enhanced when introduced to such a form, her fingers flying across her dataslate.

Which explains why, half deaf behind a tuned shield and facing towards what she percieved as the obvious threat, but standing well away from the majority of the Sith so as not to be suspected as being 'in the way' she was entirely and completely surprised by the enraged Maelibi that clawed at her feet, a siren song of rage on it's lips.

Apparently, not everyone agreed with what the Emperor had planned and would take their anger out on anyone nearby - or anyone quite remote, in Er'in's case - songs can carry a long distance in caverns.

"Frak!" Of course, no _sound_ came from her voice as she fell.

Before she knew it, pain flared in her legs and blood splattered the ground - silently, due to the dampener field - then she managed to get her wits together and an extended hand drove the creature - female, she thought - back a few feet.

Oh. Well. Apparently a Maelibi was volunteering for selection for transformation. If only her right leg didn't hurt quite so much, and was capable of supporting her weight properly.

Her lightsaber ignited, called to her hand on reflex. But she couldn't kill this foe.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Emperor seemed unperturbed by the appearance of a more literal interpretation of a Demon waiting for him outside the palace. He'd fought many creatures of the Netherworld before during his tenure in that realm of hate and power, but he never expected to see one so powerful lingering on in the realm of the Living Force.

"Bold words."

With one hand outstretched, the Emperor's lightsaber disconnected from his belt and flew into his awaiting palm. Finger coiled around the curved-hilt, a beam of crackling plasma igniting with a snap-hiss as one caressed the activator switch. Scarlet light bathed both Emperor and Demon in hellish gloom

"But that is all they are, cretin. Words. I've had my fill of boisterous words, let us see what action uncovers."

A flourish of his blade was the prelude to the Emperor lunging forward, his speed enhanced by the Dark Side of the Force, swinging his mighty weapon down in a horizontal arc strong enough to cleave the demon in two from head to groin.

[member="Vestille Thumahra"]​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective II - Iego
Study the locals

While the Emperor was meeting with the Demon King, and she was using meeting in the loosest terms from she was sensing, Taeli was focused on the hulking gold skinned beings emerging from the cave. Their voices were definitely melodious, haunting even. If it weren't for the sonic cancelers she and her capture team were wearing, she fully expected she would be the only one able to resist their siren's song. As it was, the controlled captives had frozen in place, disregarding even the commands from their controllers. Scans showed neural activity had dropped in certain sections of their brains, while others had activated. How very interesting, and none of it was through the Force so far as she could tell.

Eight individuals had emerged in all, claws reaching out for their easy prey.

"Engage," she ordered.

From their concealed locations, her capture team began firing stun rounds at the Maelibus. The bolts would strike and then get reflected off. Oh, now that was an interesting trait she had not heard a tale of. Her Adepts took another approach, using dark side magics to weave nets around the golden demons. They had no chance to retaliate or escape, and it was over quickly.

"Fit them with gags and transport them to the field camp," she said. She couldn't wait to begin her observations.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Jubilar​

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Dying Slowly​

the Victory Forum​

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Fiolette moved just in time as the vibrosword just missed her, she shoved the dory through her opponent's side. Blood spilled from the newly opened wound and he stumbled onto the ground. Bastion-made boots made quick work of his neck, and the Galidraani picked up the sword but not before feeling the heat of a dagger's fiery edge plunge into her shoulder. In response she found the man unguarded and jabbed her new sword into his abdomen. Malakath having acquired armor from a dead brute rushed toward the crowd of villains that had now surrounded the rear admiral. The sheer size and strength of the Epicanthix Cyborg sent some of those villains up into the air. Where they landed, no one cared, Fiolette would worry about the dagger in just a bit. She withdrew her blade from her opponent's gut as Malakath fixed her arm to hold a shield.

Malakath out of the side of his vision caught sight of another charging brute. He turned and landed his foot on the man's chest, and shoved back with his leg strength, said brute became a meal for the rancor. Fiolette ducked behind the shield and stayed behind Malakath until she could remove the dagger. She got a look at the General and the two had an understanding. Wordlessly she went low for their opponents and he would go high, working in tandem - footwork would be the savior now. Shield and sword were both quite hard to maintain with the dagger digging into her left shoulder.

There was a firepit nearby, and an idea came to mind.

A horn in the arena sounded and a fourth wave of opponents would be unleashed, and this time there would be more beast than men. Whatever it was Fiolette was planning to do she needed to do it fast. Malakath got a look at her stance and made mention, "if we're going to take care of that, we need to do it now."

"Aye, c'mon." The two hurried for one of the firepits, where Malakath did his best to clean and cauterize an arrow's head. From there he looked at the rear admiral, she nodded, "just pull." In an instant he removed the dagger and placed the searing hot arrow head in its place. String was found from a ornate decorations on weapons and used to quickly sew the wound before he once more sealed it with heat. Another horn sounded and the beasts would be unleashed, and because the two weren't dead yet - the Hutts pushed forward the fifth wave as well.

All the while, the men and women on Jubilar were feeling another kind of boot on their necks. Alabaster white plastoid armor, as the men and women of the SIth-Imperial Legion marched through their streets. The clouds blackened with the might of the Armada, Jubilar would kneel and it would do so on the Empire's terms.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective I: Establish a military presence on Gand and find the Findsmen
Location: Gand Settlement
[member="Nidus"] [member="Darth Eversor"]

The heavy gun lit the entryway in brilliant red as it unleashed its torrent of plasmatic carnage. The rhythmic release of the bolts was like a drum of war, heralding the death of all those within, but the Gand were not yet willing to give up. The din of the heavy blaster masked the tick tick tick of thermal detonators mounted around the door. Just as Joycelyn approached the door proper, towering as a shadow over the legionnaires, the detonators exploded.

The metal doors flew open and peppered the legionnaires with broken duracrete.

Joycelyn covered herself with her arm as shrapnel pattered against the imperator's raiment. She tightened her grip on her weapon, then threw her defending hand back out towards the building. The doors slammed once more against the walls, now held stuck against them with the Force as Joycelyn strode in. One of the legionnaires stirred and was swiftly met by a medical legionnaire. Their comrades came to reinforce, while Joycelyn herself stepped into the room as the head of the spear.

Blaster bolts crashed against the dark armour as her spear lit the room in brilliant sanguine. The gand held a barricade up a fight of stairs, shooting down at the legionnaires as they formed a new defensive perimeter.

Fire curled around Joycelyn's limbs, turning the sanguine red into brilliant orange, and heating the room to the point of the excruciating.

"No quarter!"

And the fire erupted.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: III Toong'L
Gear: Sith Imperial Cadet Uniform | Lightsaber | Dagger | Wristlink
NPC Forces: Star Destroyer | Planetary Assault Cruiser | Interdictor | Patrol Ship

[ the siege of toong'l ]​

The Defiant was slowly starting to re-start it's power core.

Emergency power was still in the process of being restored to sections of the ship, as the star destroyer continued to list in orbit of the planet. Everything was being done manually now. Reports ferried across the ship by means of a messenger by foot. The boy hadn't realized how much he was accustomed to instantaneous information. Now, everything seemed delayed or dragged out as they waited for news to arrive.

As the hours dragged on, another messenger appeared. He spoke with Captain Ghazikhanian for a brief time, then was dismissed.

The boy's ears lazily perked up with a large amount of disinterest as the Sith Imperial Armada officer approached him. "Our TIE scouts have returned for survey of the ion cannon. They report that the target site is protected by an energy shield."

"Then we will have to engage them on the ground," the boy answered. It was the obvious solution.

Aside from which, there seemed little he could do from orbit now. Further establishment of Sith supremacy on this planet would require a more aggressive tactic.

"Have our transports prepare for landing."

 

[Ela Saako]

OBJECTIVE III - PART III - [member="Micah"]

Ela's brigade was making quite the show of force. Within a few hours, it has completely burst out of the isthmus it had landed on and was barreling towards its goal, the fortress in the middle of the island. This seemed pathetically easy, to the point Lady Saako wondered whether this was some sort of charade.

Ela saw this mission as an opportunity to practice her fighting skills. Her fighting specialty (Shii Cho, or the Determination Form) was clearly seen in beautiful displays of purple light. Her twin blades whirred through enemies like a lumber droid, ranging between a beautiful, acrobatic display of Jar Kai to an aggressive display of saber staff combat. Dozens of enemies hewed themselves at her blades only to be shred to pieces.

"Saako to command. We are well on our way to conquering the fortress. Do you have any orders as of now?"

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

DRIZOTH​

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Iego​

Objective II: MEET THE FAMILY​

Challenging: [member="Darth Carnifex"]​

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A fight. A FIGHT! This is what he desired most.

An enraged snarl came from Drizoth as the Emperor stepped forward and cleaved his saber downward with the intent to cleave the demon in two. Carnifex was strong, very strong indeed but the demon sought nothing as cowardly as dodging out of the way of such a strike. Both hands moved upward to put the Executor into a defensive stance as overwhelming force hit a corrupted blade-- The harrowing toll of a bell erupting through the vibrations of the blade and echoing across the entirety of the underground. It was here that the demon fully showed the extent of his strength, an entity with enough power behind him to stand before the Sith Emperor and live to tell the tale but, to overpower? No. That was something that would require more than what the demon had to his name and this quickly became apparent. Assisted by the abyssal powers that surged through the once-body of a great General, twisted and mutated to the demon's own visage, a leg was extended to hopefully send the Emperor back a few steps and provide the demon with enough of a chance to back up and garner distance between them. This time, there would be no words...

Just a blazing inferno left in the wake of that which hungered.

The demon called upon his talents once more, releasing a roar that sought to pierce the heavens as he charged forward, hoping to drive the Executor forward as some sort of thrust towards the chest region of that which the demon despised. If he could spit fire, he would have done, such was the power of Drizoth's desire to maim and kill. The time spent in the presence of Carnifex was, admittedly, little. This was not a rivalry that had spanned eons nor was it caused by any personal slight from one being to another... No, things were much more simpler; a feud that existed solely because the man before him was in a position of power and prestige that the demon so ferociously sought, to the point where it was potentially near maddening for any man but Drizoth... Drizoth was no man. A beast and an intelligent one at that. Of course the demon knew that his strike would yield no fruit, perhaps gently glancing against the superior armor of the Emperor but this attack was nothing more than a trick, a ruse-- Rather than follow through with the thrusting of the Executor, the demon reached out with his hand, seeking to place it against the Emperor's chestplate and allow it bring fourth lightning; the intent to give Carnifex a nasty shock and weaken him somewhat.

Do that, Drizoth thought, and the battle would be brought to more favorable odds.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The ground shook beneath their power.

Alien stone cracking and breaking as the Emperor's boot dug for purchase, inhuman strength versus demonic. The demon's foot caught the Emperor in the stomach, the impact forcing him back a couple of paces as their blades disconnected in a flourish of energy. A roar, bestial and ferocious, heralded the demon's advance as his wicked sword lunged forth to pierce the chest of the Emperor, only for His Majesty to expertly counter by smacked the demon's blade away with his own.

But it was a ruse, a feint.

Clever fiend, the Emperor inwardly mused as clawed fingers caressed his breastplate. Electricity cascaded outward from the point of contact, washing over the Emperor's body in a dazzling display of light and power. Had this been a decade earlier the Emperor would've surely felt his muscles seize up, convulsing in agony as they were made subject to the demon's ferocious power. But now he felt nothing except a faint ache as his spirit reacted to the demon's energy passing over it.

There was a chuckle, "My turn."

The Emperor reached out with his left hand, his right still cradling his lightsaber, and returned the favor. Lightning, scarlet and volatile, spewed from his fingertips right towards the demon's body. Powerful enough to cook flesh, blacken bone, and melt durasteel, it snaked through the air like a specter of hatred and anger.

And the Emperor would hold nothing back.

[member="Vestille Thumahra"]​