Sith Crusades: Attack on Voss

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Voss Library
Objective: Figure out what the Kark was going on
Allies: SJO and allies ([member="Arisa Yune"] Thanks for the invite) ( [member="Jada Raxis"] got your back)
Opposition: Sith (Believe [member="Satia"] , [member="Tirdarius"] ,and [member="Serenity Loveheart"] are the closest to me)

X - come on Sithy folks, you and me going nowhere fast!

Bryce was roused from his studies by the darkness that had invaded Voss. Hate, pain death, it filled his scenes as bantha poodoo would fill the air. He closed the book he was writing in and took the data crystal from the projector that was displaying techniques on new ways for him to improve his force blast skills. Handing it back to the concerned librarian she look on him with pain in her eyes.

"Stay here stranger, the darkness has returned. We will be safe in here..."

"No where is safe mam, to believe so is to live in an illusion. A warrior's place is with the enemy, and they are at the gates."

Bryce was a pacifist, he detested war but was the one constant in his life. As long as he was able to fight he would, if nothing else so that those who couldn't need not. As Bryce walked out of quite room he picked up his red bomber jacket and gun belt from a near by chair and put them on. From his pockets of his coat he grabbed the two Defender Bracelets and strapped them to his wrists. Pulling his BTI-DSG "The Hibernator"s and Imperial Peacemaker from their holsters he confirmed they had full charges and safety's were off. On his back was a custom suit of Executive Protection Armor. It wouldn't help much when it came to stopping a saber but if it got to that point Bryce would have fethed up anyhow.

Bryce's pace quicken as he reached the library's exterior doors but his breaths were deep and calm, he connected with the purified force that lived within these temple walls and begged it to grant him its' power this day. As he exited into the night he stood with the other Jedi that steeled themselves battle. Their was a broken calm among them one that was only exacerbated by the exploding ship not more then a huttball field away. He could see the fear beginning to spring up in the younger ranks, and needed to do something... Remembering the war cries of the tribes of the gate he ran out in front of the gathered defenders turning to them he screamed and began beating his chest.

"We live, we live, we die, we die!"
"We live, we live, we die, we die!"
"I am the man who chased the sun,
"and brought the light to the world!"
"One upward step! Another upward step!"
"An upward step, another… the sun shines!"

"Men we are the light, we welcome the dark! Do not fear it but embrace it. This is our place, this is our time, live in freedom or die with honor!"

With that he focused the power of the force to his had and it began to glow with force light. Holding it up above his head he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"I am the light, seek me out shadows or be gone from this land!"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You seem to enjoy your games quite a bit, though I hardly blame you. Just don't get left out of all of the fun." There was a chuckle from the red man as he stepped from the ship. [member="Tirdarius"] and Krest would separate here, and the swordsman would take off in a light jog into the forest. He wouldn't be near the Temple just yet, but he would be there soon enough. For now, a pleasant jog through the forest. Soon enough the Jedi would be met.

 

[WolfMortum]

Team Lightside
The Vagabond Crash Site, East of the Jedi Temple.
Allies: The Silver Jedi Order.
Expected hostiles: [member="Tirdarius"], The Sith & Team Darkside.

The channel of hyperspace pulled away from the smaller vessel with a loud snap as the Vagabond burst through into the Voss orbit welcomed suddenly by the sounds of war, flashes of green and red darting across the screen as Cillian watched in alarm as that age old battle blew up again, the light against the darkness. How many times had the war been brought to the Jedi, the Sith claiming they to be injust and so bringing with them a greatly immoral onslaught as if to teach them right; only did this ever result in further retaliation, further war and further bloodshed. The wheel of hatred continuing to turn, the cycle repeating itself one world after another. Too often had Veiere seen the results of such massacre, to few had he seen walk away from the pride of nations brought to stupor in death for the 'glory of an empire'. This was a battle that could not be won by the Sith, they who had attacked the heart of the Silver Jedi Order's territories, surely attracting the attention of other worlds, other stations of which would seek to reinforce their capital world; how many people would be needlessly killed before reinforcements were to arrive...

"Hold onto something..." Cillian spoke up through the intercom as the freighters primary thrusters surged, now without the aid of the sub light engines, the vessel shot down towards Voss sparing no velocity in it's attempt to weave out and duck through all of the flak that was being lodged back and fourth between the larger capital fleets. Theirs was not a vessel made for this kind of venture, yet the Rail Cannon above them was put to work clearing out the unfortunate few starfighters or debris that came into their path; meanwhile Veiere being forced to stumble forward, dropping into one of the cushioned seats most commonly for the comfort of casual yet peaceful meetings with official personnel, he groaned to himself under his breath as he looked to the aft of the ship of which the landing bay doors held securely shut keeping him and everything else from being sucked out into the black of cold space and certain demise. The way that the vessel rocked against whatever was going on outside, the high pitch of the engines further back and the turbulence thrown against them by other vessels almost twisted his gut, encouraging him to bring up his last meal though he refused. Flying was for the military, these entrances into battle did nothing but bring him discomfort feeling a certain lack of control. He needed to be down on the ground, be it the front-lines or back in support tending to the wounded, however he could manage it, being on his own feet with the situation very much ahead of him was far easier to tolerate than this sort of foul play.

"Entering the Atmosphere, you'd better get your gear, this is going to get messy" the younger pilots voice came through again, though Veiere looked back up at one of the intercom speakers with great skepticism, 'How is this not already a mess' he thought to himself in silent protest. For a moment things seemed to have calmed, no longer within range of either fleets, they might have been seen as the enemy coming in as such an inopportune time with the Sith armada just ahead of them, yet it had given them the cover to get down here relatively unscathed. Upon the sides of the freighter there were no other view-ports to see just how bad it was on the surface, the vessel made with more of an internal and diplomatic focus rather than stargazing, he could not have known what was to come next. Save for a sudden sense of dread weighing down over his shoulders. His eyes drawn back to the front of the vessel to where his young friend controlled the descent and the general safety of their lives.

Cillian had always been a man with an optimists attitude and general look on life, he had shared some good times with Veiere as they had ventured from world to world in the search of allies and friends of Commenor; he too had always witnessed great death and the chaos of war as he had led Veiere into every battle, somehow the two managing to survive even when the former Jedi had ordered him off world without the chance to protest. It had started as an obligation, his employment under the Jedi during their time with the Republic yet it had become a friendship and a common cause that had carried them, the wish to make something more of themselves, to strive towards a morally just living. Had he expected to die here today, perhaps he might have found a better excuse to keep him back home in the hills upon Commenor...

"INCOMI-..."

His voice screamed through the intercom before the Vagabond lurched violently towards the planets surface, Veiere's feet lifted from the ground, his body now solely in the hands of fate, his eyes wide in shock and awe, everything moving far too fast for him to realize just what had happened. Flames and smoke of black plumed around the freighter, leaving behind it a trail of smog as it's trajectory turned and headed spiraling down towards the open and wild forests of Voss some distance from the Temple and the Jedi Academy both. The great City engulfed in it's defense, the shot that had blown them out of the sky coming not from the enemy but friendly fire; though Veiere would not realize this as he was bounced from the wall to the floor, his hands gripping to the first thing he could grab, a support pylon of which kept connected from the floor to the roof. His head ached, blood slowly falling from a cut above his right eye, he had hit it on something though scarcely had the moment to remember before bad turned to worse and the freighter struck the tree's, smashing through unto the earth and sending about the vessel a cloud of dust, dirt and flames, pieces of the vessels make being torn from the rest of the hull, a crater scarred into the world, trailing the vessels eventual halt though not without destroying all within its path. Silence befell the area, silence as if everything else had suspended, Veiere's consciousness unable to grip to anything tangible. The Cockpit was gone, completely ripped from the bulk of the vessel, as were its defenses and all systems lit up red, alarms blaring within and only adding to his concussion; this was not how he had planned to arrive on Voss. He was lucky to be alive, Cillian not so much.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

The Darkside raged wild within the Hangar of the "Ravaged Star". Haunting whispers of fate twisted the very and the chattering of mouths formed dooming words. The massive alchemical circle glew slightly taking power from the corners where the Sith runes were birthed. Slowly the energy crackled through the blood stained patterns intill it reach the altar where the skulls had been placed. " Give into the Darkness now!" he shouted letting his eyes roll in the back of his head. His face was intense with focus.

Like an hour-glass the massive pattern began to slowly fill up, charged by the darkside of the force. What was Saverok planning? It was rather out of his character to engage in Sith rituals on this scale. On the outskirts of Voss the "Ravaged Star" began to radiate darkside energy but not on a massive scale. One sensitive enough would know this was sometype of ritual but it was yet to be completed. It needed more time.

And time was something not everyone had.

" Focus!"

[member="Atheus"]

 

[4ND-R0]

Team Darkside​

Area: Voss, in the forests near the Temple
Allies: Sith, other Dark Siders
Enemies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] , other Jedi / Light Side hypocrites

Allara smiled with a wickedness expected of one whose mind was fractured by the darkness. She laughed as she drove her starship into the atmosphere of Voss. Fire created a halo around her ship in her descent, but she slowed enough to barely avoid being burnt up by the atmosphere. She descended into the forests of Voss, making more of some smoke in the distance not too far off. A crash? Mayhem without her? She would not have it! As soon as her Animus touched the forest floor, she jumped out of the cockpit and landed on the ground.

She took in a breath of Voss air, of the forest. The spirits of nature spoke to her, but the energy around her seemed more attuned to the light side. How she could vomit at the thought, but she did not want to choke. She had long forsaken​ the call of the Light. The Jedi had abandoned her in her eyes, and the spirits of the dark had spoken and influenced her more strongly than the other side ever had. She opened up her eyes, disks of golden corruption of the Dark. She fed on her hatred for the Jedi and began walking toward where she had seen a temple of some sort.

She ignited her lightsaber. The twin, crimson blades resonated with an animalistic growl. She swayed her hips as she walked through the forest, seeming to almost move to a rhythm of imaginative music. She would occasionally slash her blades at a tree, or unleash a volley of green tinted lightning from her fingertips in a random direction just to hear the sound it collide against something. She looked around herself, chuckling madly.

“Come out, Jedi~! It's time play!” She said, seeming to address no one truly, other than herself. She continued her walk, hoping to cross an opponent soon.

 

[Arlen Rossi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsAH53qCO5U​

Location: Hades, Voss Orbit
Objective: Dealing with a rogue Ren.
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Opposition: [member="Milo Ren"]
Neutral: Sith and Jedi.

In the open invitation to join the Sith in their quarterly raid of the Silver Jedi, the raid organizers hadn’t appeared to care much about the identities of those who joined them. The only requirement seemed to be a willingness to participate in genocide. The was a wide assortment of Sith and other Dark Siders on display within the Hades and across the ragtag flotilla. Disparate individuals and organizations loosely united only in a mutual disdain for the Jedi.

So, it hadn’t been a difficult thing for the FOSB agent and her accomplices to stow away aboard the Hades under light disguise, quietly meditating in wait for the right time to act. The dark energies that permeated through the cursed ship were nourishing to the Sekallian, her very body the product of one global dark side nexus that was Sekalus...or had been, anyway. It empowered her and left her with a pleasant buzz. Some had told her that the embrace of Bogan could be quite chilling, but she only felt a familiar warmth as a creature of the dark.

“It’s time,” she informed her partner as she felt them revert back to realspace.

She rose from a lotus position, setting a bone white face-plate back over her masqued face and smoothing out her stereotypical ebony Sith robes as she now stood.

Not looking to see if her partner and their lieges followed, she strode toward the exit of the lounge, dark eyes set on a path that would take her directly to the bridge, where she had seen and felt her target go.

The agent made not a sound as she walked with the practiced steps of an assassin, though she did well to stifle any feelings of malice as she finally moved to complete her task. Ones that felt her through the Force would only get a sense of joy, which could easily be mistaken to be out of some petty hatred for the Jedi, which she really didn’t share.

The joy was legitimate, though, such a sincere feeling that came about as she worked to finally deal with a traitor, one of several within the First Order that threatened the grand vision of the Supreme Leader. A great cleansing would begin here and now.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myS5hNJiri8&t=12s​

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Location: Hades, Voss Orbit
Allies: [member="Arlen Rossi"], [member="Garett Van"]
Enemies: [member="Milo Ren"]
Objective: Deal and arrest the Rogue Ren.

Kyrel was more or less displeased on what the situation was, First Order spies had reported of one of the Ren a Disciple in fact had been working with the Sith, betraying his oath to the Supreme Leader. When word reached the Ren he volunteered to bring back the traitor. His anger was basically simmering at this point. He had gathered the FOSB agent, and several of the Planetary defense force on this mission, he would show the traitor the error of his ways, and drag him back to Virgillia the problem was traveling to the other side of the galaxy to get him, no matter he would not allow a trouble maker to make a mockery of their order so easily. The boy would pay for collaborating with Sith, and attacking the Jedi. Most of all Kyrel would apprehend him because he betrayed every ideal he had been taught, and such consequences are not held lightly. He would be hunted down and he would be apprehended before betraying any secrets to the Sith. He had walked to the hanger and departed on board a Furious class corvette ready to deal with this nuisance.

He was spent in hyperspace for several hours before appearing in the midst of the fleet slipping past undetected, and letting the force guide him, he made his way on board the Hades remaining undetected with the help of the FOSB agent, he would concentrate on the boy's signature clenching his gloved hands. He had his saber in one hand as he followed the assassin, and dealt with anyone who saw them, he knew the boy would be heading to the bridge, and knew that negotiating would be the best option, as they were not here for blood but to get the traitor and leave. But if worse came to worse he would not hesitate to fight. Hopefully the Furious would remain in the hanger, and as long as things went smoothly with the Sith than things should be fine. As he walked along the path towards the bridge his anger was like a storm ready to be unleashed, force help the Ren when Kyrel would see him for it wasn't going to be pleasant as he would enact the Supreme Leader's will with brutal efficiency.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Jedi Temple, Voss-ka
Objective: Defend
Allies: SJO | Allies
Opposition: Sith

Another assault on Voss. Sith again. Of course, there had been no declaration of intent, but that was typical. Somehow hundreds of capital-class ships were gathered and coordinated in secret to launch an assault on the capital planet of the Silver Jedi. Except remarkably - with the exception of the inexperienced - panic was simply not to be found. Voss was far from any of the borders, and the sensor nets were finely woven. Even if the fleet had managed to be gathered or directed undetected, they would have been detected and tracked from the instant they passed into Jedi space. Which wasn't to say that SI:6 hadn't caught them, just that not everyone had been made aware of it.

Alerts and sirens were eschewed at first, specifically with the intent of fooling any agents on the ground. After all, the planetary shield was up, the defensive fleets and stations were present and on alert. There had only been three other attacks in recent times. Yet once the ships appeared in orbit and were noticed by the public the alarms were raised. Anti-aircraft guns were brought from standby to full readiness, more localized shields started coming online, and shelters began receiving civilians. All very calm, relatively speaking. They'd done this before.

Once again, the Sith attackers extended their reach quickly, almost immediately initiating a bombardment of the planet. Funny how when a rogue element who had attached itself to the Jedi fleet did such the galaxy reverberated with outrage, but when Sith forces performed such assaults there was nary a whisper. In any case, by closing close enough to perform such an attack the ships had opened themselves to reprisals both from the defensive stations and the fleets in orbit around Voss. In the meantime, individual vessels made it through the planetary shields and began to approach the surface. It always happened somehow, nobody had been able to pin down an exact method. AA guns would deal with the bulk of them.

On the ground, Audren - along with many, many others - was preparing. Weapons and armor were laid out neatly before being methodically donned. The Master would be joining the fight on the ground against those Sith who did manage to make their way past the shield and through the anti-aircraft fire. He could do the most good here, not to mention the most immediate good. Lightsaber, pistol, and knives were his weapons of choice; well, those and the Force. That was more than just a weapon though. Thus equipped, the Sephi headed out of the Temple and into the forest where multiple ships had come down.

 

[Garett Van]

Location: Hades, Voss Orbit
Allies: [member="Arlen Rossi"], [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: [member="Milo Ren"]
Objective: Deal and arrest the Rogue Ren.

Garett didn't really like the situation he was being placed in, though the Ren would always supersede Military command, so he was appropriated for a Ren mission to Voss. Apparently a Ren went rogue and needed to be brought back to Virgilia for some reprimands. Garett was sitting among other members of the Planetary Defense Forces, though he didn't know a single one of them, the unit he was tasked at leading for this mission was a small squad of Military Police troopers. Not sure how he could help the Ren with this mission Garett sat nervously, looking over his gear multiple times, though unnecessarily. This was his coping mechanism for something he wasn't sure if he would come back alive from. He had heard of stories about the Ren in action, and read the reports from Kaeshanna from his unit's surviving members, so he wasn't wanting to have an angry Ren to have to restrain, but alas that was his task, and hopefully it wouldn't be too much of a hassle.

 

[WolfMortum]

Team Lightside
The Vagabond Crash Site, East of the Jedi Temple.
Allies: The Silver Jedi Order.
Expected hostiles: Team Darkside.
Nearby: [member="Allara Ven"].

From within came a loud clutter of metal upon metal and the sound of something heavy descending against the interior of the broken hull; anyone close by would hear it, the sound most unnatural in comparison with the rest of the forest followed by a loud curse and then finally the swift descent of the landing ramp, reaching it's limit before snapping away from the rest of the Vagabond and Veiere dropping with a heavy thud down ontop of it all, dust rising about him as he coughed it into his lungs, his breath temporarily taken from him in the harsh landing upon his side. Gritting his teeth he warily pushed himself to his knees that he might try to collect his bearings, the gash from above his right eye by this point having run down the side of his face, it bothered him enough to raise a hand in passing sweep, smearing it back towards his hair line of which the grey strands resembled exactly how he was feeling, aged and well used, already out of his depth and only having landed albeit horribly, moments ago.

"Cillian?..." He called out, his brows high, eyes wide in pleading desperation as he shifted to look back against the wake of what had been his ship for years now; he had become emotionally attached in the sense that the sight of the Vagabond reminded him of his homestead back on Commenor and now...-Now it was a shambles and he was far far away from anything but. "Cillian!?" He called out again, forcing himself to his feet now only to drop once more as his left leg gave way to his weight, his breath expelled from his lungs and contorted as it left him in the form of a growl out in frustration, "Damn it boy where are you?!". Silence befell him once again, the quiet of this forest was maddening in it's silence, not even the natural life chirped nor crowed in response to him. He was shaken of his concentration, the pain of being thrown around affecting him some yet not enough to recognize a dead drop when he had seen one; Cillian was answering him none and in the aura of the veil hanging over them, the force gave him no sense of life, only an eerie emptiness that Veiere associated with Death. Slowly falling forward, his hands found the ramp beneath him to which both tried to grip, his eyes closing tightly and his upper half lowering, placing his forehead against the cold of steel desperate to refuse the want of tears in his friends passing...

“Come out, Jedi~! It's time play!”​

The voice resonated with him, called his attention from elsewhere, somewhere in the distance though close enough for him to hear the challenge, Veiere slowly sat up once more and turned to glance across the treeline surrounding the crash site. Not even in mourning would he have a moment in which he might give in to himself and his own feelings, this voice that he heard held a feeling of aggression, sounded grieved and seeking out nothing good for those that might answer their call. Again, Veiere pushed himself up and only now did he seem to remember how to hold himself. His body already felt battered, his sides bruised from the beating he had taken on board and the blow to his head had not subsided at all, yet despite all that, his hands fell to his sides, his right taking the single hilt into hand while the lightsaber on his left remained clipped to his belt. Perhaps he wasn't thinking clearly, must surely not have been if he were willing to meet the Dark Side of the Force free of concern for his own regard; behind him somewhere amidst all the debris of their freighter, lay the fallen body of his friend and brother, a man that Veiere had cherished in company and now was not a time for clarity of thought, the weight of this trauma clouding him.

Slowly he walked, taking his time to move in the direction of the call. He needed the time, his body was starved of its strength and felt as though he could drop again at any minute yet his pride would not allow it, he needed to see the face of the opposition, needed to understand why he had been forced to undertake such a burden and what they might desperately hope to achieve against all the odds of this sector of the Galaxy, they could not avoid the full extent of the Silver Jedi for long and hope to leave this place alive, so what madness had brought them here...-To what cause had Cillian been killed for.

 

[Vitha Na'iv]

Allies: SJO, various lightsiders
Enemies: Sith, various dark siders, [member="Allara Ven"]
Location:Forests of Voss
Equipment: Blue bladed saberstaff

The Avogwi was out hunting when the alarm occurred, not having a comlink on her however meant she didn't know about the attack until she spotted a ship coming in. Ships did not land in such a remote are unless they were trying to hide and in her past experience that meant smugglers or worse. Still that wouldn't matter to much to her and she could bring in whoever it was to the temple for questioning. Blood still on her talons and beak from her latest kill she took off and quickly navigated her way above the trees.

A minute later the Avogwi reached out into the force to try and get an idea for where her newest prey was located. Rather surprised she sensed a dark figure below her that felt almost similar to those Sith she had faced on Midvinter. Arisa would want to know about this but without her comlink Vitha had no way to contact her fellow jedi. This didn't matter to much though, she was more powerful then when she had fought on Midvinter and now had a lightsaber. She also somewhat doubted she would take whoever it was alive, Sith weren't the sort to give up easily.

Folding up her wings, reaching out into the force, hitting the quick release on the lightsaber in it's holder on her leg, and catching it as she went into a dive. Having only recently been trained in how to use Ataru she was still mostly relying off of past experience and natural instincts. Dodging past tree branches with flicks of her tail the Avogwi got eyes on her prey. Not going straight for her targets back she instead went down to about the same level as the human.

The force flowing through her as the Avogwi let herself go into the currents meant she stood out like a beacon of the lightside for anyone nearby. Calm and concentrating on her opponent observing every move that it made as she rapidly approached. Vitha watched as the lightening was shot out into a tree and her prey called out asking where the jedi where. Being an ambush predator Vitha wasn't one to answer such a question except with her talons. The lightsaber clutched in her talons activated and the front blade extended out. This was going to be fun.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Location: Voss Academy Front entrance defenses
Allies: 4th mechanized company and planetary defense batteries and all jedi.
Enemies: Sith

As she came to the front she already had her saber out and sliced down one of the first foolish sith to come for her. Acolytes eager to make names for themselves how typical she thought. "All batteries fire up and give their ships a reason to go away! Troops open fire on enemy positions! everyone else time to remind them why the jedi are here." As blaster fire and anti orbital cannons flew high up and straight into ships troops and even sith she prepared herself she hoped her padawan might show up but that was not a for sure thing. For now she made sure she was visible in her robes, armor and saber. She acted as a beacon for her own troops.

"Today the Sith learn that there is no Fear in my heart that my will and my trust in the force cannot overcome. Wonder how they will handle that." She asked herself as more acolytes came in and she simply sliced them down as they came in. The hyper aggressive stances they took showing all their movements so easily as she ducked one then ran thorugh the next. Easily with a swift spin she cut down the one who had missed her. These were the fodder however much worse lay ahead.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Hades, Voss Orbit
Allies: [member="Milo Ren"]
Enemies: [member="Arlen Rossi"], [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Objective: Deal with the Intruders

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Not Fleeting. Someone else can take the Fleeting

From her chamber in the prison block she could feel them. They had come aboard several minutes ago, and she found her concentration faltering. Her Force Fear effect waned over the planet. It seemed some meddling fools had come to interrupt her ritual. Vessels in space exploded, sending spirals of corskcrewing plates into the void. Bodies and flash frozen water crystals bled from their sides. some scattered, others pushed ahead. There was no concise strategy, just a brute force assault.

Vassara growled, dropping to the deck in a crouch. As she impacted the plates the very metal groaned under the Dark energies emanating from her form. The ship itself began to come alive, exo skeleton growing quickly to block paths in a sick tangle of bones and dense lattices. The virus she had on board would perhaps have a new prey. It was a funnel system, sending them away from their target.

Her attacks on the surface faltered, the plague pods smashing against the shields.

With a dead calm she strode to the bridge, poised with both hands clasped behind her back. The Hades took a hit on her prow, which sheared off a huge chunk of plating, ripping and savaging gouges of molten orange and crimson. Electrical systems arced with blue and green flickers.

But they were still closing the distance....

As she stepped through the double doors she swept the Bridge. Xander her Plagued Hive mind bowed, clicking his mandibles in a sickening sound.

"My Mistress..... The Jedi have activated their Shields. Their largest Vessel fires upon us!"

"Reposition twenty five ships in a delta formation to shield all sides of us. Full burn towards the larger ship. Ram them."

He clicked again raising a scaly finger and the bridge crew carried out her orders.

"Milo......"

He had become powerful under her tutelage. So far she had been able to break him of his Ren fallacies. Was she a thief? Perhaps, but Milo was her prize, her protégée. The true ways of the Old Sith Order were being entrenched deep in his psyche and his philosophy. She had broken him down on Mygeeto, making him faster, stronger and deeper aligned to pure darkness. One day he was slatted to become ten fold as powerful as she could ever be.

If he survived.​

"I sense your long lost brethren are coming for you. Stay close."

The Blast doors slammed shut with a wave of her hand, sealing tight and circuits fusing. They were all in, barrelling right for [member="Arisa Yune"] and her vessel, covered by cannon fodder.

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

Location: Jedi Academy, Voss-ka
Objective: Help out the Silver Jedi
Allies: Silver Jedi & friends
Enemies: Sith & co.

"Aster," a familiar voice called to the blonde-haired teenager as she rushed down a hallway of the academy. "Voss is currently under attack by Sith."

"I know Everly," Aster replied and spun around to face the brunette. "Do me a favour and carry these medical supplies for me," she said and handed the woman a large box.

"No, you have to leave. The ship has been prepared," Everly frowned as she grabbed her charge’s wrist.

"Is that an order from the Emperor?" Aster inquired, glaring at Everly with defiant eyes.

"No..." the bodyguard began as she released her hold.

“Then I will not leave.” Aster interrupted. Though she had not been at the academy long, she had become quite fond of it as well as the Jedi who occupied it who had shown her nothing but kindness and generosity. "Have the Wolfsglaive gather. As allies, we must do all we can to assist the Silver Jedi.”

"Fine," Everly relented. Experience had taught her the princess was strong willed and often, it was better to relent than risk her sneaking off on her own to do as she willed. “Gather at heart of the academy,” she said speaking into her com-link.

 

[Willa Isard]

Location: Ranger's Command Post
Allies: Jedi and Allies
Enemies: Sith

Willa was looking it as information came to them about the different forces in space to feed into their view and the AI and BAC was working to show it all. Since the first alert that had been brought up the different groups on the planet when the first alert came up on the planet. The gormac themselves were rutal and after the attacks by the syndicate and the mandalroians on the planet were more then happy to work with the ranger's to smash anything that came after them. She could see the other ranger's moving out to reinforce the jedi who were here. "Connect with other ground forces that are moving and have everything set up and prepared. I want shield carriers in position with the ranger's and support."

She had a small look in her eye as the carriers were moving in and able to give their landing parties, as back up with the fleet moving. Several divisions between here, Voss-Ka, the Nightmare lands and the temple as they surrounded the mountain. The reports from different jedi were coming in to show them what they would be able to see here. She was sending out the gunships with soldiers and coordinating the shuttle craft to quickly get around the planet. Their large transports were setting up for everything until she moved around here. Checking her wrist pad as the access to the archives through the beacons and station brought up the holographic temple map.

"All ranger forces go in and reinforce jedi ground forces, once Gormak forces arrive begin setting up defensive batteries and have the trips for the guard droids around the temple. give a nasty surprise to the others who might be around. She could see falling ships it seemed and the planetary shields were made to easily handle a few things crashing into them. The army with all of its soldiers were ready as their armor gleamed with the assault rifles switching over to full auto slugs. Comat engineers using the open frame assault speeders before she grabbed her helmet setting up in the small command room. "I want the battle meditators in the vault. Make sure they have guards."

She got looks from the others before they were all heading over there to protect Ayumi would would be going down there to begin. With enough soldiers and ranger's in the way as well as the vaults door then they would be able to really beef it up. FOrce enhanced wintriium that darksiders can't really touch or handle. She was also looking at what they would be better able to set up here. She had her rifle before grabbing her sniper rifle with a small tight lipped smirk appearing on her face whe the mask closed with her hood going up. THe cloak obscuring her weapons under it before herself she went into camo mode to go sneaking around in the jungle to see who might be out there.

 

[4ND-R0]

Team Darkside​

Area: Voss, in the forests near the Temple
Allies: Sith, other Dark Siders
Enemies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]

The dark witch kept moving through the woodlands of Goes, feeling quite bored. She came upon the smell of smoke and burning metal. The crash from earlier. But the voices of dark told her to concentrate on the noise behind her. The ignition of another lightsaber. She moved around, just narrowly able to clash a red blade with a blue. From a creature that appeared to look like an oversized bird of prey. Using her powers of telekinesis, Allara pushed herself backwards in a force assisted leap. She stared down the avian with a bit of curiosity.

“Interesting. When I came to Voss, I was not expecting that the Jedi would stoop so low as to allow beasts into their midst.” She spoke, almost forming dun möch.

Despite seeing an enemy before her, she could not shake the feeling of another light side presence nearby. She could only grin before cackling madly. She held her saberstaff in readiness, twisting it and moving it like a nexu pacing for its prey. Her mind also seemed a tad erratic at the thought of two Jedi in the same place. Something finally worth the months of stagnation and crippling madness with voices.

“The spirits smile upon me! Hahahaha! Not only does one Jedi show itself to me, but two!” She cheered in almost magnificent glee, "And the blood of two Jedi shall I feed to me blade."

She began her assault with a volley of green lightning at the Jedi bird. This was all to hide time until the true challenger came into the fray. The other Jedi who was likely from the crash site. The one who reeked of the Light, as if he were a Master. Her overconfidence would be the witch's downfall, but her insanity would blind her to it.

 

[Milo Ren]

Location: Hades, Voss Orbit
Allies: [member="Darth Raxis"]
Enemies: [member="Arlen Rossi"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

"I sense them, my Master. They snuck aboard your vessel like rats. Whether or not they seek to harm yourself or the mission here remains to be seen."

Milo stood proud next to Darth Raxis aboard the bridge of The Hades. His Master had taught him well, especially in Mygeeto, where the Ren was pushed to his physical and mental limits upon the icy planet. Over time, she had come to show him the error of his ways. Why be open-minded but weak when you can embrace the darkness that calls to everyone and have power, true power? The Knights of Ren were weak. In choosing neither the dark nor the light, they had chosen a middle ground, and that was unacceptable in Milo's mind, which had been conditioned to think in absolutes by the Plague Bearer herself. In his eyes, they were worse than the Jedi. Al least the Jedi had set ideals, as wrong as they might be.

If his fellow brethren reached the fallen Ren and knew him, they would struggle to recognize him. His skin tone had changed from a healthy peach to an almost diseased grey, exposing veins running through his face. Milo's once chiseled nose was now slightly crooked, the result of an injury upon Mygeeto. His green eyes flickered with a burning intensity, the whites of his eyes now a pale grey, and the green itself tainted with traces of yellow and red. His once snow-white hair was now not nearly as bright in color as it once had been, like white teeth that had been neglected and left to yellow. While others would see death in him, Milo only saw power. His transformation was attractive to the Sith Knight, and he knew his Master was pleased by it. While his love for history was still there, it was now channeled into a darker thing, with Milo focusing more on Sith history and relics. Although he deep down respected the Ren for their love of preserving the history of millennia ago, if they decided to get in his way today, there would be no quarter for his former brothers and sisters. Him and his Master would see to that.

The Hades loomed forward. The strategy of the space conflict was unknown to the Sith, and he didn't care at the moment. Right now, he sought to eliminate the inside threat.

"Let me destroy the Ren, Master, if only to show you that I have truly severed ties with them and am now only your faithful servant. I know their weaknesses. I've analyzed them in battle. I can kill them."

As if to prove his loyalty to Darth Raxis, Milo took off his mask and threw it to the floor of the bridge. Reaching out, the Sith crushed it into a palm-sized ball of metal. It almost pained the former Ren to do so. He had crafted that helmet himself out of the metal of a wrecked AT-AT, and in a moment it was gone. But it served to only prove to his Master further that he would have no qualms about slaughtering the intruders that soiled The Hades with each of their footsteps.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: En Route to Voss
Allies: SJO
Enemies: Sithies
Objective: Piracy

Aedan Miles sat on the bridge of the Manticore the flagship for this rather small attack flotilla he was leading towards Voss word had reached him about Sith attacking the Silver's. Aedan had no issues as far as he knew with any of the members of the Silver Jedi and gladly came to their aid at the orders of [member="Isamu Baelor"]. Following behind the Manticore were 5 more ships three Dire-class patrol ships and 2 Facade-class pocket carriers. His eyes traveled over the report that he had been given by an advance scout in a freighter that was at the edge of the system this would be a tricky operation for sure and hopefully the SJO wouldn't attack him he didn't wish to deal with friendly fire at this point in time. He looked up just as the streaks of light turned into distant stars and now the chaos of a space battle took over ships firing upon other ships in a mosh pit of death. Standing he strode forward looking it over before pointing towards a cruiser that was closest to them. "Mark that ship as target one disable shields than fire Ion cannons once it is disabled push past it forming a barrier so the capture flotilla can move in and begin boarding operations. I want to take at least three ships before calling it a day lads lets get to work." With a shout of confirmation his ships started to move into battle postitions the Manticore moving to the fore as the other ships drifted back and to the sides providing a true battle line.

Spoiler

Command Ship- Manticore Centurion-class battlecruiser 1,200 meters
Hatchling Dire-class patrol ship 100 meters
Wyvern Dire-class patrol ship 100 meters
Dragon Dire-class patrol ship 100 meters
Phoenix Nest Facade-class pocket carrier 400 meters
Dragon's Nest Facade-class pocket carrier 400 meters

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Team Darkside
Location: Monogator, Voss orbit
Allies: [member="Darth Raxis"], TBD
Enemies: [member="Aedan Miles"], TBD

Onboard the Monogator, officers were running from station to station, and the ship was firing everywhere. The Monogator was suprisingly, still in decent shape. Suddenly, a cruiser escorting the Monogator went under fire. It was not from a Silver Jedi ship, but a small attack group striking from the side.

"Focus fire on the battlecruiser! The rest will be easier!" he yelled out as most of the turrets on the Monogator tilted toward the small attack force. The turrets opened fire as what remained of the ship's starfighters flew toward the group.

"This will be fun." he said silently, and he watched as fire was exchanged.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Hades, Voss Orbit
Personal Post: [member="Milo Ren"]
Objective: Deal with the Intruders

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She nodded, noting that he crushed his mask. Her yellow eyes darted over him and laughed, a horrid cackling sound escaping her lips. He was faithful unto the end and that was good. She had seen him fight, and taught him a few dirty tricks.

"You serve not me alone Milo. Your first Master is the Darkside. Just as you are my student, no Sith is above the claim and the will of the Darkside. Remember that. That is where the Ren fail, they lack conviction, which brings malaise to their purpose. Our purpose is to honor the Darkness and propagate it's designs."

She could see he was eager.

"You will face the Ren, and I will step in if it is required. We are a team. As much satisfaction as it may give you, they are still Masters of the Force and you should never underestimate any foe.......especially.....a Jedi."