Sith Crusades: Attack on Voss

[Xenro]

Team Darkside​

Thick plumes of smoke roiled skyward from the site of a crash nearby. Uncertainty had broiled in the Force, and confusion impinged upon his clarity. His pale eyelids slipped open to reveal a vivid green gaze, distant and searching. Conflict rose all around, and Voss was consumed by shadow.

Vestiges of light still seeped through cracks, and the Sith sought to stifle those rays for good. That had always been their way; so focused were they on the simple task of destruction that subtlety fell beyond their reach. It was a fetid, rank, and rotten Sith that he saw when he looked at the new face of darkness. Misshapen, imperfect, fit to be culled.

War was the perfect machine for such an end. Xenro stood looking straight out at the temple of the Silver Jedi, and he could feel the creatures of darkness swarming around it like flies above a corpse. They lingered with the intent to pick at bones, interested only in gorging their appetites.

In reality, who emerged victorious from this encounter was inconsequential. All that mattered was that numbers were thinned, on both sides.

"Tapti' kia nun."

His arms lifted slowly as he spoke head bowed and face wreathed ht shadows. The flowing sleeves of his robes fell away to reveal a hideous sight: his right arm was lacerated in two places, both spewing dank, turgid blood down to the dirt beneath him. The other arm was bereft of flesh, nothing more than dry bone.

Still, each digit curled at the command of their master. Both hands moved with a calculated quickness, upheld toward the sky as the clouds darkened overhead. Voss turned cold around him as he perverted the very nature of his space, calling forth the purest essence of the dark side and breathing new life into that which had been robbed of it.

The land shook. Outraged, the spirit of the planet cried out as the Dark Lord of the Sith poured corruption into her, and her bountiful flesh cracked and tore open. Flora and fauna receded and withered where he stood, and the effects spread like plague around him.

"Vexok savaka..."

Where the land turned barren, a chill rose. An anguished wail cracked like thunder from within the earth, and the Sith's vacant gaze glowed vibrantly.

Preternatural darkness was descending.

 

[Milo Ren]

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

"I know what they will attempt to do. The Ren will attempt to subdue me with their words first. They will want to try to take me in alive, which we should use to our advantage. While they are occupied being cowards, we can kill them when they least expect it. Trick them into a sense of compliance and then strike."

Milo gave a thin smirk, hinting at the yellow teeth beneath the dry, cracked lips, void of color. The more time he spent with his Master, the deeper he grew in not only the dark side, but in strength. The Sith turned around and faced the entrance of the bridge. While Darth Raxis had laid many obstacles among The Hades' corridors, the Ren were resourceful. The strike team would soon find their way to the bridge and to their target. The man unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and waited patiently. From his mouth came the beginning of the mantra which the Knight knew so well.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion..."

 

[WolfMortum]

Team Lightside
Location: Voss Forest, en-route to the Jedi Temple.
Allies: Team Lightside.
Expected hostiles: Team Darkside.
Nearby: [member="Allara Ven"], [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]

Was Veiere truly seeing what he thought was playing out in-front of him, or had he truly hit his head far harder than originally guessed. Standing a ways off to the side from the pair, he watched as this female Allara Ven seemed to be fighting with an Avian creature of some sort, a Bird no less to the common tongue; though more to his astonishment it seemed to be wielding a lightsaber of its own against the Darksider...-Never in all his time upon Voss, the visits that he had paid this world, had he seen nor even heard of a member of the Order training a pet bird to combat the ways of the Sith. It was most perplexing and as his head tilted, watching the pair, his mouth opened to announce himself to them, only to lose his choice of words as his mind tried to account for whatever other possible explanation there could've been. As a Jedi, this Avian creature was a part of life around him, part of the force as much as any sentient being was and rightly deserved to be respected by one and all as much as the next person did, yet as Veiere watched the female calling out with a voice lacking in some sanity to the creature, even in having picked up and acknowledged Veiere's presence by this point, he couldn't help but laugh at the scene before him. He truly laughed, despite the chaos around him, despite the loss of his friend and the beating he had taken upon his far more violent arrive, he laughed at this woman flailing about as some bird armed with a lightsaber was trying to attack her.

"Ahaha!....-Oh..." Veiere tried to control himself, leaning forward to place his hands against his knees, his body swaying as the sudden amusement made his head feel light, a product of his concussion; "Okay..." He added as if to try to acknowledge the situation for himself, "I've seen some things in my time but this..." He chuckled quietly, rising upright and shaking his head in pure amazement. He didn't quite have the words to describe what he was feeling, an obligation to help and yet he didn't know which of the two needed it more, the dark sider being attacked by this bird or the bird who seemed to have taken offense to the woman. Then there was the part of him that wanted to keep walking, to pass this off as some sort of illusion of the mind already in sufferance from his ordeal. "This is actually happening right?..." He stood off side to them somewhat, placing his weight to his left leg and throwing them a sideways glance from which he tilted his head back, he was both skeptical and curious, and perhaps a little too concussed to rightly approach the whole ordeal. In all other times of war and violence, he'd never have found amusement and yet this...-Well, in the hysteria of his mind and some desperate need to keep going rather than fall victim to his grief over Cillian's loss of life, this just purely seemed to be the right time and right place for the best of oddities to play out before him.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Space over Voss
Enemies: [member="Rakkus"]
Allies: SJO
Objective: Disable and steal

Aedan watched entertained as the enemies turrets turned their fire on the Manticore gesturing once the ship started to roll presenting its narrow side angle to the enemy as it fired still on the cruiser chipping away at its shields. While this happened the Facade-class in the center of the formation launched all attack craft emptying their hangars swiftly as they flashed outward to engage their opponents. The Dire-class moved in tandem alternating position so they were switching out who was tanking the shots from the enemy before rotating to recharge shields.

 

[Eugen Aker]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_49H_N43jQ​

Location: Tenchu-class Dreadnought SSV Targa of Easter, Voss Orbit
Objective: Obliterate Sith ships
Allies: SJO and friends.
Opposition: Enemies of Easter
Neutral: FWO

Scanners reported direct hits on the lead ship of the flotilla, but that it was also still accelerating forward, trajectory shifting for a direct collision course with Easter as ships around the cruiser began to bunch up around it in a tight delta formation. Through her neural link, Subutai was warning her of the exponential increase in chances of kamikaze attacks as the Sith realized how hopeless their situation was in space, totally outmatched in both technology and raw numbers. However, such warnings were unnecessary for the veteran commander, already well versed in combat against the Sith from the tactical to strategic level.

It was tempting to go ahead and play a game of chicken with the approaching formation, having little doubt her advanced dreadnought would tear right through the cruiser with its anti-concussion field enabled, but she care too much for her own people to attempt such a stunt, and she doubted she commanded such unwavering loyalty for suicidal actions like her Sith counterparts. Then she also had no idea what any of those ships were really packing. In a previous assault on Voss, fellow naval commanders had encountered enemy vessels overladen with Empion mines to disable their ships.

As the ever tightening formation continued to accelerate, she would direct Easter and its primary escort of Delphin frigates and Centurion cruisers to pitch upwards out of the same plane with enemy vessels before proceeding to guide them all in a micro jump straight for the near side of Voss's moon. In an instant, her Sith counterparts would find empty space where her ships had been at the center of the blockade.

The other ships that had been forming her flanks would gradually spread out as they focused fire on the large center cluster of vessels from multiple vectors. The gap produced by Arisa's absence with her personal formation had given the anti-orbital ion cannons on the ground a clear line of fire to pound away at the ships as well.

Moments later, Arisa's formation was back on the scene, and through precise guidance through real-time astronavigation, had placed them right behind the Sith formations, angled to avoid fire from surface emplacements and the ships still remaining with the original blockade over Voss. At this point, the Sith vessels were now completely surrounded. Her Centurions activated their interdictors to prevent escape by the Sith vessels in a similar maneuver as she closed the net.

Her personal formation would direct their tractor beams on the center formation with the lead cruiser (Hades) to limit mobility while unloading several salvos of intruder missiles right for the engines of the ships, intending them to leave them dead in space while she continued to work them from all sides. Once that cruiser was out of the picture, she imagined the other ships still scattered about would be easy pickings.

She received a report of a [member="Aedan Miles"] working to capture some ships from the fleet. Someone affiliated with the Iron Empire, but Arisa recalled the man for his earlier treachery against the old Republic and facilitating the massacre of innocents on Mimban and Gyndine. Out of respect for diplomatic relations with the Iron Empire, she wouldn't shoot him down, but she also wouldn't make it easy for the pirate to acquire any new ships for himself, either. She sent him a brief text transmission over shared encrypted lines to detail her plans.

Mr. Miles, you are free to capture enemy vessels, but I will not let up on my attacks. Proceed at your own risk. There will be no negotiations on these conditions.

No one would interfere with her plans in making an example of these hoodlums with their half-baked schemes of invasion. Then from here, she would show the Sith how to really siege planets. Already, her mind was back on the Esstran sector, and beyond.

Spoiler

[member="Darth Raxis"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Tirdarius"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Sorel Crieff"] [member="Audren Sykes"][member="Bryce Bantam"] (ORC is invited to the festivities)

[member="Milo Ren"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Serenity Loveheart"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Echob Krirgo"] [member="Satia"] [member="Rakkus"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Willa Isard"] [member="Catherine Soja"] [member="Garett Van"]

 

[Makari Valeal]

Team Lightside
Enroute to temple

Makari looked at his datapad, trying to remember what the SOP was for an attack like this. Was he supposed to go to the library, or was it the temple? He couldn’t remember to be honest.

His roommate was already making a ruckus in the living room, stuffing his assault pack with a dozen things he probably didn’t need. For Makari he was just going to head out in his Jedi robes and bring a lightsaber. Depending on the situation, it wouldn’t have been hard to pick up a blaster rifle and a pistol along the way if it was needed. But for now he just wanted to move fast and move light.

“You ready?” Travin asked him.

“Just a sec,” Makari said.

He found his name on a list of padawans that was assigned to the Jedi temple in times of emergency. He was upset that he wouldn’t be able to fight alongside Juri, who had already gone ahead to the library, but maybe Makari could head over there if the temple was too quiet? In all honesty, Makari wasn’t expecting a large enemy force to make it to the temple anyway. There was the Silver Fleet the Sith had to deal with, and then there were the rangers who were already roaming the city in large numbers. This wasn’t Midventer the Sith were attacking. This was the heart of Silver Space, the heart of one of the largest Jedi Orders in the galaxy.

They were about to get that work to put it simply.

Makari hopped on his skimboard and headed for the temple, while Travin followed behind with his blaster rifle slung across his back. The two of them made their way through a city that was slowly becoming a tomb for their overzealous opponents.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Team Darkside

Location: Voss orbit, Monogator
Friends: None nearby
Enemies: Currently engaging [member="Aedan Miles"] in naval combat

As the enemy flotilla initiated countermeasures, he looked at the flagship, searching for a weakness. Suddenly, he found something. A gravity well generator. Naturally, they tended to be weaker than the surrounding armor of a warship. If fire was focused on it, he might be able to cripple the craft. Then he could focus on the smaller, swifter warships.

"Focus half of our batteries on that gravity well bulb on the bottom of the battlecruiser! Focus the other half on the escorts! Especially those carriers!" he yelled out to his crew. "Don't let their fighters get behind us!"

Now that he knew his enemy's weakness, it would be a quick fight. The Monogator's turbolasers would shred the gravity well, and cripple the ship. Soon, either they would win and escape from the growing Jedi fleet, or sacrifice himself.

 

[Sala'dine]

Location: Tenchu-class Dreadnought - Judgement
Objective: Handle sith ships
Allies: SJO and allies
Opposition: Sith
Neutral:

Her eyes were on the screen as other things came, another group of ships, another sith ship right into the fleets and making orbit. Looks of disinterst as guns turned where they were needed to open fire. Going into the middle of several fleets and stations around a planet was.... she didn't really have a word to describe it before seeing the different reports that were coming from the bridge officers. "Admiral there are reports of sith planetside but ground defenses will be handling them quickly. Majority of fleet actions have reserves incoming while we continue to blockade the sith fleet from approaching the world." THat was good and she could work with that as directing the fleets here was easier. She looked towards the progress of the reserve fleet and started moving the interdictors to make a small hole for them to arrive and reinforce the area. Arisa's and her own efforts as they were setting up the gravity wells in the system well meant it would be on lock as they needed it more then just waiting for some uer second wave to arrive. THey hadn't detected one, they had more monitoring statons and were going to get the prize hopefully.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Team Miles

Location: Space over Voss
Enemies: [member="Rakkus"]
Allies: None
Questionable: [member="Arisa Yune"]
Objective: Steal stuff again.


Aedan snorted dismissively at the message waving it away as he walked forward sitting down cross legged before the view port drawing on the force as he entered a Battle Meditation reaching out to boost his allies around him. As he did so the ships started to move more fluidly the dire-class moving through their movements smoothly and without any danger to themselves. Fighters dodged and weaved more swiftly as they engaged in a dog fight against the Sith fighters as the bombers and gunships split up in four directions moving to flank them. The Facade-class dropped back so that they couldn't be directly targeted as their fighters swarmed forward the fighters from the Manticore joining them as they distracted the Sith fighters. As an after through Aedan opened his eyes gesturing towards his communications officer who opened a channel to the flagship of the SJO. "I just wanted to make sure you are aware Ms. Yune but firing upon me or my ships will be seen as hostile actions against a Vassal of the Iron Emperor and a breach of the treaty that has been signed. I would highly suggest that you rethink your course of action." With that message sent the communications link was cut as Aedan went back to directing his forces the Dire-class dropping and slipping to the right in an attempt to outflank the enemy.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Team Dark Side
Location: Orbiting Voss
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Currently engaging [member="Aedan Miles"] in naval combat

His enemy was trying to flank him, and he was using battle meditation. He decided to pull back his starfighters to the flank of the ship to cover the area, and begin some battle meditation of his own. He sat down in the command bridge and closed his eyes. He started focusing, on the Monogator, on the enemy flotilla, on defending the flank, and surviving the battle.

With both sides now using meditation, the battle became very heated as starfighters chased each other in a suicidal rampage. As Sith interceptors flew over to intercept the gunships, missile frigates started firing barrages of proton torpedoes into the enemy battle group. Corvettes served as gunships, their anti-aircraft turrets locking on enemy fighters. The Monogator's spare turrets started firing on anything larger than a starfighter, and soon the area was filled with blaster bolts and debris.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Team Miles

Location: Space over Voss
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Rakkus"]
Questionable: [member="Arisa Yune"]

Objective: enjoy the fight

Aedan let a small grin cross his lisp as he felt the force fluctuating around the enemies flagship it appeared someone wanted to try this game with him. With a simple nudge of his mind he started to pull back his fighters noticing that he had finally disabled one of the escorts he started to push his forces forward. He saw one of his Dire-class explode escape pods flying down towards the planet as he bit back a curse. He hated losing men and it was sure that he had lost at least a few men in that explosion they moved forward the Manticore rolling to hide its weak Gravity Well generator from enemy fire as they still fire upon the enemy forces. The fighters darted in and out of the spaces between his ships. Aedan now had his forces pushing attempting to isolate the disabled vessel so that the ships carrying his boarding crews could come into system ready to flood the enemy vessel with soldiers who were there to take out any enemy crew and get the ship moving at least as quickly as possible.

 

[Xenro]

Team Darkside​

The clouds darkened to a black deeper than midnight. They twisted and writhed, crackled and wailed with the angered throes of a storm, and howled as the wind beat across the land. Negative emotions slighered between every particle, infusing the very atmosphere with their virulence.

It spread across the land in droves, a mass sensation of hatred and anger that contorted into futility, hopelessness, and despair. Those sensitive to the Force would notice it at first as simple ripples of power, as though reality itself were a pool of water disturbed by a pebble.

As it grew, the light would seem more distant, difficult to reach, or as though it had abandoned Voss to fate. Each passing moment subjected more of the land to corruption, and the temperature dropped significantly. The storm ravaged on overhead, malevolent and imposing.

As he watched Voss-ka lose itself in the mindless throes of combat, he gifted the damnable Sith with the power of their birthright. The Magic of the Kissai.

"I offer this place to you, darkness. Drink deep of the blood spilled. Gorge yourself."

His fingers curled into fists as the storm stretched further, and the world's rage became palpable. Anger at the Sith for bringing that evil upon it, and anger at the Jedi for allowing it. Anger at those who lived there for being unable to stop it.

Anger.

Like a slow heartbeat, Voss thumped once. Several seconds passed, and the land quivered again. The wind picked up and battered Voss-ka, and rain began to pour.

Once more, the city shook.

 

[Willa Isard]

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

Willa perked her head up as she was looking into the skies above... The sense of nothing came. The messages from the Voss that were coming came to her. She looked absent mindedly towards the mountains where it was she they spoke. "Command Isard there is a dark presence here... and that is about it. We will stay back and combat it as needed while the jedi push back the influence." She shrugged, one ith attacking a planets worth of jedi and trying to do what.... make a darkside nexus with hopes and dreams...... She thought about it and missed the days when the Ember of Vahl in the One Sith showed pwer and skill as she continued forward towards the temple with her eyes flicking back and forth. Letting the Jedi and Voss work on protecting the city and they were taught to prevent things like this... hell by now the cliche workings of darksiders were in a small manual they could pass around given the number of attacks.

"commander do we proceed?" She looked at them before pointing with some attention for the others. "Yes, make it to the temple, the Voss and jedi stationed are trained to handle things and given the amount of lightside equipment at the city and on the planet. The darksides sway here is.... minimal at best and not going to really bother anyone at the best. Just have all men continue to handle the sith they can find. Start bringing in some of the transports and have a jedi give the weave a boost. We can cross the distance and let the solari crystals push away the darkside." She got looks from the others and they could bring out the speeders to travel around as her ranger's called it in. News of the temple as well as where the shields were going came to her. "Commander Isard, we have fleet recourses from the carriers landing and starting to deploy."

 

[Arutha]

Location: Crash Site, Voss Forest
Allies: Team Lightside
Enemies: Team Darkside
Nearby: [member="Veiere Arenais"] - [member="Allara Ven"] - [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]

The Heleus-class Corvette Hermes sped towards the planets surface. "Just what in the galaxy is going on!?" Arutha shouted across the deck. The captain was trying to take control of the vessel and steer them a clear path towards the Jedi Temple. Arutha had been responsible for the navigation of the corvette as well as monitoring the local space charts. Unfortunately, maps don't warn you of current fleet engagements. This was mean't as a diplomatic mission, for the Athena Initiative to meet the Silver Jedi Order on friendly terms. Now they were thrust into the middle of a war zone in a research vessel. "The Force have mercy," Arutha prayed to the mysterious space magic.

"Captain," a Miln belched, far louder than anyone could have thought for a species so small. His control station was adjusted for his height, almost like a childs cute plaything. "Multiple targeted missiles incoming, suggest evasive maneuvers." Another voice spoke, a seasoned Liran who huddled over her control panel, "Negative Captain, activating electronic countermeasures, MDT initiated," there came a long pause then several distant explosions, "Missiles gone. We're safe-" The captain interceded, "-For now." Those not directly piloting the ships and its rudimentary defenses had their eyes glued to the viewport.

To the left of Hermes was another vessel trying to make it safely through the crossfire, a freighter of foreign markings. No one recognized it, but they knew it wasn't the ones attacking otherwise the Hermes would be ash. Then the freighter was up in smoke, an explosion ripping through the ship. It swung hard left and spun end over end as it crashed towards the planets surface. The captain called, "Adjust course! Chase the freighter."

The Hermes turned slowly and then dove with speed. The freighter cleaved through the forests but the Hermes had no place safe to land it circled once then twice, seeing figures through the brush. "Arutha, Hanson, Robertson, you're on. Get down to the surface and find survivors. We'll circle around again and find a safe place to land." Arutha nodded, knowing full well that mean't they were going to jump from the back of the ships loading ramp. Great. He was a cartographer, not a soldier, but he'd do his part just as anyone else would.

On the way to the rear of the ship he took an Sd-77 and switched on the sonic pistol and adjusted its charge to maximum. The two others did the same. As a formed unit they stood on the loading ramp until the vessel was as close to the ground as they could safely get, which was still far too high for Arutha's liking. "Three, two, one," the Captain counted down over the comm. Then something loud ripped through his very being. He didn't jump but he was falling all the same. His eyes saw the limp bodies of Hanson and Robertson slap the ground with a horrible thud, their jump boosters inactivated. Arutha only had a second to activate his, enough he didn't snap his spine on landing, but he hit the ground with enough force to jar his teeth.

As Arutha rolled onto his back he saw the Hermes keel over and roll into the forest, it's bridge was up in smoke and the hull was totally cleaved in half by a flak round. It landed and exploded, showering the forest in shrapnel as large as landspeeders. He knew in his gut that no one could have survived. He felt disconnected, the adrenaline and madness of it all were driving his brain into its most basic survival mode. Fight or flight, and he would fight. He gripped the Sd-77 and limped towards the crash site of the freighter, emerging from the brush nearby the duel.

 

[Xenro]

Team Darkside​

"Nu doz'van vagis visuom kian tu."

Voss trembled as he spoke the words, and the heartbeat of the world pulsated like a child seized with terror. Fell energies had seeped into the planet's surface like wicked teeth sinking themselves deeper with every moment. The natural order of things shifted.

And the ground cracked.

It was slow, at first. The forested area not so far went still as death, and birds fled from their trees unnaturally. As the upheaval came, those same trees lurched and crumbled while the tectonic plates shifted.

The world screamed out again, but this time audibly. Magna seeped out from the cracks that exploded outward violently. The tremors became a quake, and the storm overhead continued to worsen. Bolts of red lightning struck downward and seared the land, and as the Sith continued to weave his spell, the darkness only tightened its deathgrip.

Seconds passed, and the cataclysm stretched inward toward Voss-ka. The darkness could not touch a bastion of the light, so saturated in its sickening glow, but the world around it? That which did not overflow with the majesty that these Jedi sought to instill in their holdings?

Nothing was sacred.

He pulled his hands in toward his chest and bowed his head. Both eyes closed and his brow furrowed, and the blood that ran from his arm dried out and withered into dust. Xenro stretched out his hold and willed the ephemeral darkness to act.

Voss-ka became the epicenter of annihilation.

 

[Vitha Na'iv]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxj0yys420I

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

The Avogwi was going in fast but still had a short ways to go before swooping onto her prey. Focused in on the dark sider that dared to trespass on her territory, which she considered to be the Voss temple and surrounding area, as she rapidly set up her attack in her mind. The dark sider barely finished speaking before the Avogwi was on her and neatly catching the force lightening on her front blade.

Twisting partly sideways to the left as she rapidly came in downwards she executed her counter attack to the lightening. Wings flaring out, blotting out the sky, sun and treetops, her body pulled up just out of range for her opponent. She brought the front blade of her staff back keeping herself defended as it was forced back from the lightening. Her rear blade however came up in a bottom diagonal slash to the right side of the dark sider, if the witch defended against the blow the Avogwi would be slamming into her. Going thirty miles per hour out of the dive and having all her momentum and speed concentrated into her feet, which were gripping the lightsaber, meant the impact would hurt and her target was likely to be driven to the ground under the forty pound bird.

If the blade was failed to be blocked the bird would just slash into her opponent from the upper waist and through her body to roughly the middle thanks to her momentum. The momentum as she put all her weight and speed into the hilt where the blade would have stopped forcing both the Avogwi and, presumably, the dead body of the witch to the ground. She may take a hit from the force lightening but that likely would only wound the Avogwi since her opponent would be dead before it could be put on long enough before to kill the bird.

The witch also couldn't dodge easily. With the attack coming from below and to the left of the witch any attempts to dodge it to the right would mean the blade would follow and likely catch up. If she tried going to the left in an attempt to leap over the blade she may be able to, however the standard attack from an enemy above would be the head and the sudden activation of the bottom blade would likely throw off even a force user long enough that they wouldn't be able to leap away before the blade caught the knees, ankles, or feet. A flip backwards would meet with the Avogwi finishing it's swoop and still be in a position to attack.

 

[Eugen Aker]

((Just popping in on this account to respond to Aedan. I'll make a full fleeting and dueling post later.))

Location: Tenchu-class Dreadnought SSV Targa of Easter, Voss Orbit
Objective: Obliterate Sith ships
Allies: SJO and friends.
Opposition: Enemies of Easter
Neutral: FWO, [member="Aedan Miles"]
Arisa frowned as she reviewed the message from Miles. After appearing to interrupt her operations, he had the audacity to try to wave the flag of the Iron Empire to try to justify his piracy. Arisa wasn't at all phased by threats. She had no qualms with the Iron Empire, and had assisted them in several occasions in their campaigns to the west. This was just about one person.

She was quick to issue a response via another text message:

Mr Miles, allow me to clarify. Your ships are not being targeted, as you are noted as being a vassal to the Baelors, but I am warning you that you risk entering the crossfire of the Silver fleets as you proceed with your attempts to hijack Sith vessels in the midst of an active combat zone. I will not allow your attempts at personal gain jeopardize my mission of securing Voss airspace. Your credentials do not excuse reckless actions. In the event of a Sith surrender, you'll be allowed to tow away whatever is left of their fleet. That's about the best I can do for you. In IE space, you can do as you like, but this is my home.

Again she had made it clear that Miles was free to go mosey into the Sith formations for plunder or whatever he liked, but that she wasn't going to put her mission on hold to entertain the whims of a single person. She was sure the Baelors would understand, service before self.

Spoiler

[member="Darth Raxis"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Tirdarius"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Sorel Crieff"] [member="Audren Sykes"][member="Bryce Bantam"] (ORC is invited to the festivities)

[member="Milo Ren"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Serenity Loveheart"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Echob Krirgo"] [member="Satia"] [member="Rakkus"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Willa Isard"] [member="Catherine Soja"] [member="Garett Van"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Team Lightside
Location: Voss Forest, Area of the Cataclysm.
Allies: Team Lightside.
Enemy: Team Darkside.
Opposition: Xenro

The bird and the woman fighting the avian creature suddenly became an afterthought as the Force cried out to all within the area, Veiere's stomach tightening into a knot, twisting and causing him to stumble back a pace and veer off to the right in which he looked into the distance seeking out yet not finding the form of Xenro, a Sith Necromancer or otherwise an alchemist of the Dark Side of the Force, the share turn of presence in the natural environment around him shifted into something so much colder and it was a feeling of dread and the stench of death, not of the living but of the natural world that complimented the sudden frenzied flow of the force around him. Something was coming, something devestating and no matter how ignorant those of affinity in the Force might have been, no one could have ignored such an impending threat, it screamed out without a voice, a sound unheard yet drove deep into the hearts of all, the cataclysm that was this Sith Lords tremendous power.

The Earth beneath his feet awoke in violent tremor, the dirt parting with a great quaking that tore one side from the other and seperated Veiere from [member="Allara Ven"] and [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] both. Destruction of the most vile acclamation of the Dark Side of the Force, it was a travesty against the world that one man could bring on. Unlike Atrisia that Veiere had witnessed the death of Five to bring on a Force Storm, this was the act of a lone individual and much to his later relief would see that only a part of the continent here would be effected and not the entire eco-system; this however did not dissolve the imminent danger that burst from the ground in a vicious series of eruption, flame and magma breaking through the outer crust and by mere proximity setting the trees and underbrush around him ablaze, fires that caught swiftly and traversed the area as if fueled by the darkness and potential death that this single act would cause.

He knew not how many were within the Forest nor did he have time to seek to help those around him, his last ditch effort were for the two fighting, regardless of their opposing alignments, the force surged around him and he called aloud over top of the sound of debris breaking, rising and then sinking, taking with it everything in its wake. "MOVE!!" was the only word that he could break off before being forced to do so himself, the dirt at his feet shifting and in losing his footing, dropping to the ground, hands grasping for anything in reach to help push himself back up and sprint with all that he held within, tree's collapsing around him, smoke pluming in the skies overhead and all the while, Veiere running not to safety but unintentionally straight into the path of [member="Xenro"] himself.

The sight of the Sith broke Veiere's momentum, slowing in pace though in the background he could hear the screams of other Jedi and Sith alike as they were lost to the destruction of the land around them. Veiere had seen this figure before, a long time ago. It had taken him some time to figure it out and before he was even certain of it, his left hand had removed the hilt from that very same side and to his right he met the two, twisting them both in counter directions of one another, sealing the two weapons into one and locking them in place, the double bladed lightsaber being released back into his right hand and toggled at the upper half, igniting only the blade facing ahead of himself, a single sided lightsaber with the potential for a two handed strike, he would not resort to the second blade least her be forced to do so by absolute desperation. His eyes narrowed on the Sith Lord, blood dried against his cheek and yet down the side of his nose and around his eye, the cut continued to seep, the forced exertion of his body in his attempt to break free of the unnatural distaster only heightening the daze and wound of his head, his concussion wearing him down yet not taking him out of the fight yet, he stepped closer to the Sith and that was when it happened, when he remembered the face, the stench of the Sith Lords corrupted blood having been cut from his own body, of his own doing.

"Deneba..." Veiere spoke coldly, his head lowering though his eyes remaining on the figure, they had met on the battlefield once before yet Veiere had been joined by another Jedi of the Galactic Republic, brought into the governments aid by the Conclave that Veiere himself had created. He had been a Jedi Knight then and though it was a matter of years, he felt almost twice the age both physically and in experience alone, no longer blinded by self righteousness, he accepted the situation for what it was about to become. A reunion in violent conflict, for this figure knew not how to confer with others of the opposite alignment to his own, with anything less. "Stand up!" Veiere commanded him, moving to approach the Sith Lord further yet not willing to take into combat with the man until he had readied himself, until Veiere had heard his explanation; "Why are you here, now after so long...-What have you come for!".

 

[Lief]

Team Lightside
Among the Athena Initiative Diplomatic Convoy to Voss
Onboard the Miraphaet
[ [member='Arutha'] ]

Never had his beloved ship been so full of life. While the other crews of the Initiative all chose to utilize the brand new, state of the art, vessels which had been provided, Lars could not bring himself to part with his own. She had been with him through thick and thin, across the stars, through distant systems nobody knew the names of. This new venture of his would not cost him his ship. Somehow, someway, he had sweet talked the Lost into allowing him to utilize it for official business.

Next step, fight for my jacket.

Another fight for another day. One step at a time.

He stared down at his white and blue uniform, and sighed. The bright symbol of the Initiative stood out like a sore thumb, though he supposed that was the point of it. He was here to represent, one of several faces for the Initiative. The least he could do was wear their damn uniform.

As Mira made her final jump into the Voss System, however, all hopes for a smooth diplomatic mission were quickly dashed against the rocks.

For one, as he pulled from hyperspace he almost ran headlong into a lumbering freighter. As he turned the vessel double time, arching it up over the unexpected ship, he could feel his baby quivering as it scuffed its hull. He held on for dear life, and only when he was clear of the freighter did he finally let out the breath he had been holding.

"Report, Captain, what just happened?"

Si Elas, Kel-Dor and fellow rookie of the Initiative, bellowed through the comms. He, along with the rest of the crew, had spent much of the journey finalizing plans for their audience with the Silvers. Poor fools hadn't been expecting this. He hadn't been expecting this.

"Enemy vessels in orbit of Voss. Get to your stations, it's going to be a bumpy descent."

As the rest of the crew, if you could refer to these newbies as a crew, buckled in, Elas jumped into the gunnery station and prepared to engage. When was the last time Mira had been tested? Since Lars took over as Captain he hadn't engaged in combat, and with Pelayo there had only really been that one time...

"I see an opening... Hold off on firing, Elas, I'm going to get us through the line before they know we're there."

A lofty venture, one he may not even be able to keep to, but attacking now would lose them their advantage. They were a tiny vessel among significantly gargantuan ships focused on one another.

So he thrust forward, putting all he could into reaching Voss' atmosphere. The crew clung on, some murmuring silent prayers and others with grim expression.

 

[Sala'dine]

Location: Tenchu-class Dreadnought - Judgement
Objective: Handle sith ships
Allies: SJO and allies
Opposition: Sith
Neutral:

Sala'dine was waiting for more as several came in. "Admiral more ships are teleporting into the system and rushing the fleet. Given the state of their technology and that they seem to be beelining it towards the planetary shields we can only conclude they are sith allies." Sala'dine looked at the two ships [member="Arutha"] and [member="Lauris Floyd"] presented as they were going and she spoke. "Agreed, advanced teleportation technology, ability to bypass sensors, defenses of several fleets in an instant, lack of communications, tags or anything and hen going towards our structures while in a warzone. Tag them and alter the ships in orbit as well as ground forces. Once they touch down smash and trap them on the planet." She didn't look at some of the things, the whole secret temple was the second worst secret in the galaxy. The first was how the sith knew abot their vessels before they had even been rolled off a production line but that leak was something for a different time. She was letting Arisa deal with the other one but seeing in the small gaps where their reserve fleets appeared and brought more ships they were coordinating them into a force around the system itself. "Continue and once carriers have unloaded their ground forces to reinforce make sure the fighters are providing support in the air." There were small nods of confirmation when they started to go and continue.