Invasion [SJO vs TSE] Operation Silversaber: Silver Jedi Invasion of the Mirial Hex

[Lark]

Location: Mirial
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJO, [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]
Objective: Rescue civvies

Lark smiled softly as the Jedi approached, inquiring about what the future held for the tiny orphan. "Perhaps," he admitted as he walked towards the young Jedi. She leaned against one of the few walls that remained in the husk of the child's home, a family portrait hung crooked beside her. The sounds of battle seemed more distant now, but like wildfire it could spread. The black-haired Jedi made no initial attack, so for the moment Lark too remained passive. His enchanted Sith sword and dagger were at his side in case of any violence, but the most powerful tool he had at the moment was the mewling child in his arms, still wrapped in soft, gray cloth.

"It is a good plan," he said with a voice as sweet as candy. He stood directly in front of the Jedi, a few meters away, back against the beam of wood that impaled the boy's father. "The nature of war can occasionally dilute facts, there's no way of knowing whether this home was destroyed by the Jedi, Sith, or some other rogue element. But what is undeniably certain is that this boy would have lived a normal life with loving parents had the Jedi not invaded. I won't have to tell him anything other than the truth. Whether he decides to pursue some sort of vendetta against the Jedi for his personal loss will ultimately be his decision to make."

Holding the child in his arms continued to feel strange. It was like holding a crying, squirming rock. "But what if our positions were switched?" Lark asked curiously. "What if you arrived here moments before I did, and it was you holding the baby? How would you raise him? Would you tell him the truth, that his parents were killed when the Jedi invaded?"

"Civilian casualties are a side-effect of war. But how many lives will you be able to take before this unnecessary 'liberation' of yours becomes tainted? Are the lives of all those killed during your invasion worth it, as long as the survivors are subjugated to your idea of freedom? Don't fool yourself into believing that the Jedi are keeping the peace. When one invades during a time of reconstruction, they are not the peacekeepers. Believe otherwise if it's easier, but the people of Mirial were in no danger under Sith rule. The danger only came when you showed up. An act such as this will only be seen as tyrannical," Lark said gently.

"Do you think your sins will disappear if you lie?"

 

[Ignatius]

Location: En Route to Death Cult
Objective: Aid (3) Blind mice. And to not step on them.
Allies: Directly - [member="Tabigarashu Madara"], [member="Emile Kaiden"], [member="Cle-Var-Ri"], Communication - [member="Darth Saarai"],
Gear: Clothing, Twin Daggers,

As soon as I finished speaking to the reptilian, Out popped another individual. Clearly one of those emu? Emo? One of those kids that dressed in all black and thought they were special snowflakes. Or as different as every crack upon the ground. This one seemed... strange. Introducing himself in a very kind manner. I was very tempted to return it in kind, but I would just rather not.

I am a queen sometimes.

"You don't give me any pleasure darling."

I gave a sly smile at my comment as I walked past him as well. Wow. My writer can be such a snob! Completely ignoring the guy, and the raptor. But because he had friends who needed help on their side of the invasion, he pushed the plot forward with this.... for the lack of a better word, Demon whore, to walk right on past. I thought it was perfectly fine though. I mean, I am a mean woman. Looking over my shoulder, I just voiced out what was needed to be done.

"Well, they should be near here. We can chit chat and have a circle jerk when we are done."

Walking off almost without them, I did notice that the raptor followed me. Either because we had to work together likely. Either way, I thought this would likely be the best approach to get the mice out of the place. Walking around the side of the building. I reached out through the force to the smallest of minds I could find. Finally finding them, I reached towards their mind and inserted the location of where we were going to be waiting. Well. At least the raptor and Mr Emo.

"We await you outside Little Ones. Meet up with Vereshin and Clevar, and leave. I shall attempt to draw their attention."

Well, There were a few ways I could draw their attention. pointing to both the Emo and Raptor, then to the ground.

"Stay. Wait for the mice. They should be able to make it through the ventilation system. Once that is done, get out of here and report back. I mean, unless you want to draw their attention with me, and get into a nasty fight. Oh, and cover your ears with something."

With or without them, I walked back around to the front of the compound. Along the way, I shed my actual clothing. What was the only nice thing about being a half-breed, is that my "no-no squares" were covered up in scales and thick hide. In my hands I played with my twin daggers, twirling them as I went up to the front door, bashed it in with a "This is Sparthi" kick, and let loose upon them the song of my people.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: Moving to the capital
Objective: Subdue or use deadly force upon Captain Rancor [member="RC 212"]
Allies: Any SJO in the capital, [member="Natassia Traxen"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Roona Osmari"]
Opposition: Sith and eventually [member="Darth Lykos"]
Gear: Blade of the Satvas, Blaster, Lightsaber, Mandalorian Power Shield, Armorweave

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bm1g5Yg0hUw[/youtube]​

Right before she’d reached the safe house, Setzi heard that same unearthly growwwwwllll and now even louder, signaling greater numbers of the creatures she just blasted away with Force Light. Torn for a moment between trying to warn the rebels in the hideaway or attempting another attack, Setzi stopped and instead, turned back towards The Pirate’s Foe, her boots crunching in the leaves below her, the howling becoming fainter behind her.

Safe inside her transport, with helmet off, she began to monitor the SJO encrypted communications monitoring the situation it the capital. And again, what she wanted to do - broadcast details about the dangerous oddities she’d encountered on the outskirts - was thwarted by the information she came across.

The same briefing given by Mirialan Agent Quorr to the group of Silvers who’d landed on the stealth frigate not too long ago was unsettling to say the least. While the select team of Jedi moving into the capital had made small gains in evacuating civilians and beginning to expose the Sith for the dictators they were, they were quickly being erased by the rogue Antaran Ranger who had done significant damage to the capitol building with a dropship and a rancor.

“Heading to the capital, Agent Quorr. May the Force be with you.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, oddly she did not feel conflicted over the thought of killing “one of her own.” Perhaps that coldness had been derived from her years as former Sith Lord. But right now?

He was just another target.

Shaking away the battle fatigue, the Jedi Knight placed her helmet back upon her head, retrieved a swoop bike from the cargo hold of The Pirate’s Foe and set out for the Mirialan capitol where both Jedi and Sith alike were amassing. Her goal was clear. Setzi’s armor buffering the wind as she zipped along, noting she was getting closer by the height of the buildings and increased commercial build-up, she was almost to the epicenter of the fray.

But with change as constant as the Force, who could even know what would transpire between now and then.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: The Capital City
Objective: Help liberate Mirial....and don't die
Allies: [member="Liuna Ondizi"] | [member="Eri'anya Forr"] | [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] | [member="Cassius Droma"] |[member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="Jake Daniels"] | SJO in area
Enemies: [member="Lord Ghoul"] | The Sith Empire
Gear: {In Sig) Shield | {In Sig) Dagger | Lightsaber | A180 Blaster

Red blaster fire cut into a pack of Sith zombies, their entrails disappearing in the blazing energy that tore them up. Snap to the left, and Stephanie Swail cracked her shield up in the chin of one heavy looking zombie before crouching and lunging with her pure blue lightsaber into the beast’s chest, a cry of war escaping her lips.

The soldiers and Jedi did not stop to catch breathe, or to claim victory or make a snappy pun. One by one, the Ranger closest peeled away whenever a Mirilan was found cowering in the shadow of a building or fleeing past them being chased by the Sith’s undead horde.

Get them to safety; that was the main thing.

The fight continued, the small band of fighters working as one pushing forward until all were stopped by a burst of, what seemed to be, a ground mine or burst gas pipe. Fire belched up with a roar and they skidded to a stop, covering their faces for a second as the bright glare vanished and standing in its place, a Sith.

Stephanie’s Ranger took a few steps, rifle raised, but the Padawan’s arm shot out to prevent her moving further, eyes never leaving that of the hellish Sith.

”No! You are too valuable to waste time here; this is a distraction. You must help the Mirilian people and ensure the Jedi take this battle!”

The Ranger’s helmet looked to Stephanie, to the Sith, then back to the unit with a nod, then back to Stephanie. The air seemed to burn; oxygen snapped up by the hellish crackle of fire and smoke that trailed on the ground. Lord Ghoul’s voice seemed to linger in the air like a rabid beast, his frame large and imposing.

”Be careful, ma’am.”

Stephanie swallowed and nodded once. She was going to suffer; but she was sworn to protect and defend the Light and all those who needed the Jedi right now. It was her duty. It was her sacrifice.

Her fingers flexed on the strap of the shield fixed across her left arm. Her fingers flexed on the warm hilt of the lightsaber in her right hand. With each breath in and out, she called on the Force. She called on the strength that [member="Kyra Sol"] had once seen in her on Bakura and let it flow through her body, once more letting herself open up to just why she was here and had been taken in by the Republic those few years ago.

”Lord Ghoul. I am Stephanie Swail of the Silver Jedi Order. I am not here to take your life – I am here to help free the people of Mirial and liberate this world from the clutches of the Sith Empire!”

With a swipe, her blade moved, pointing behind her back.

”Find your decency, Sith. Let me by. This fight is not with you.”

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Capitol building, Mirial
Objective: Defend what is ours
Allies: TSE and its allies | [member="Aria Vale"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Lord Depravious"], [member="Lyra Naerys"], [member="Sal Zambrano"], [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Vitor Avendahl"], [member="Darth Saarai"]
Enemies: SJO and its allies | [member="RC 212"], [member="Natassia Traxen"] (Peeling off to start planned story with @Jairdain)
Gear: Mirari, Cruentis Cor, Valkyries founders' armor

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The flurry of combat raged on, not a single moment of inaction afforded to time. As Avacyn's allies fought off the rancor and its tamer another soldier entered the scene by throwing a flashbang, and the moment that happened the woman rolled away in an attempt to mitigate the concussion effects. Still, a slight buzzing drilled into her ears as the grenade went off accompanied by a flash of white, but due to the distance that was created it was not too hard to shrug off.

An unfortunate side-effect of her counter-measure however was that the Sith Lady now was quite far removed from combat. Moving back in would surely focus fire on her, and so she decided to finally enact her orginal plan: Prevent others from getting into the building. With Force speed at her side she dashed out of the building through a window that had been shattered already, her form now outside. As she had done that the Capitol building started rumbling and it was clear it would not stand for much longer and every fiber in her telling her to create distance in order to not get crushed by debris when it finally would collapse.

Sending out the Force around her to scout out any presences, friends and foe, the redhead looked to get an idea of where to go. That was where she found herself in a state of surprise- she felt the presence of somebody familiar. Yet, the Dark side she once carried was no longer what defined her. Jairdain was here, on Mirial, which meant only one thing. She had turned against them. Almost out of instinct she followed the trail that was her presence in the Force, there were questions to be answered. Had she truly become a traitor then she was like every other invader, an enemy who had to pay the price for the destruction they were causing.

 

[NT-6922]

INTEGRATED HIGH HEAD DISPLAY:

LOCATION: Mirial - The Capitol Building
OBJECTIVE: Stop RC's devastation
ALLIES: The Silver Jedi Order - [member="Setzi Lunelle"]
ENEMIES: The Sith Empire? and [member="RC 212"] - [member="Vaylin"] I [member="Aria Vale"] I @Kaalie Voldaren I [member="Darth Carnifex"] I [member="Lord Depravious"] I [member="Sal Zambrano"] I [member="Greta Kohler"]

WARNING: DAMAGE SUSTAINED. RECOMMEND MISSION ABORT.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXLY_5xaYFo[/youtube]​

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"Are you insane, soldier?!"
Natassia called out to RC over the comms, only to be lifted up in the air seconds later. Her hands flew to her neck as a heavy pressure was being exercised on her windpipe, just as if a pair of exceptionally strong hands were strangling her. "Where did pity ever get you, Natassia?" she scolded herself, although she did not regret her choice of taking a non-lethal shot.
At first, she obeyed her primal instinct; it only seemed rational to try and peel away the hands that were choking her. Her vision started to blur, and for a moment, she thought it was quite an exceptionally mundane death, especially for such a life she had lived. But then, it clicked back into her mind.
She remembered when Lord Vader had strangled the Admiral. The effects it had on him... and how one of her squad members argued that it was all about focus. She hadn't given much thought to it back then; she knew that the Jedi didn't really resort to these techniques, and they were her enemies. But now, it all came back to her, and she understood what he meant.
As RC apparently decided to continue his path of destruction, she felt the strength around her neck faltering, before ceasing altogether; she fell to the floor for the second time since she entered the room, her body numb after the near-death experience. Breathing heavily, she ignored the blaring red alarms in her helmet and crawled to her battle rifle.
She had taken her decision; back in the days, she obeyed orders, as a good soldier would. But she was a soldier without an army, and for one of the first times since she freed herself of the shackles of duty, she made what she deemed to be the right choice.

"Natassia Traxen to Silver Jedi Forces", she spoke coldly over the comms, making sure to specifically leave RC out of the destination output, "I'm taking down the rogue."
Leaning onto her knee, she raised her rifle and aimed at her "ally" (more specifically, at his arm), inhaling sharply, the world around her seeming insignificant in the face of what this all asked of her. She trusted in what she saw. And she saw that if he wasn't stopped, he was going to bring the structure down. And she couldn't have that; she had enough innocent blood on her hands as it was.

There was a certain moment of peace, as she held her breath and let every fiber of her being concentrate on the shot she was about to take. A moment of serenity - as if she wasn't being surrounded by hostile force users that would surely get to killing her as soon as the rogue was down. But she did what she felt was right, and that alone made it worth it. Slightly.
She exhaled, and squeezed the trigger, the three-round burst leaving the battle rifle with the kick she expected it to provide. Still focusing on hitting her target rather than check for her surroundings, she fired again, and again, only stopping when the ammo counter on the gun's display flashed. Empty.
Ejecting the magazine and preparing to insert another, she saw the red color of the lightsaber, but it was too late. Slinging her rifle on her back and drawing her knife, she braced herself for what was to come.

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Mirial next to the capital building
Allies: SJO and allies
Enemies: TSE, their allies and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Objective: Conversation

Jairdain could hear the sounds of the battle inside and was still visible outside of the building. Silently cursing herself for her inability to maintain that illusion, she moved away from the window to try and find an area away from the battle. Once there, she would attempt to put that illusion up around herself again. Before she had gone far though, Kaalia flew through the window she had just been hiding near.

Knowing she would be seen, Jairdain moved faster to draw Kaalia away from her own allies. The last they had met while searching for relics, they had been allies. Now she had no real anger for the woman, she felt the need to speak to her. She had done it with Lykos after their first meeting...when she was still Jedi and come to a mutual agreement of their relationship. Now it would need to be done with her too.

When she felt she was far enough away, Jairdain stopped and leaned up against the side of one of the buildings that was still in one piece. An aura of total calm in the storm of battle surrounded her and her hand lightly rested on the hilt of her saber. When the two initially met, Kaalia had only ever treated Jairdain with kindness. Quite a shock coming from somebody that was sith, but it gave the young woman hope there wouldn't be any violence now between them.

Feeling Kaalia following her, Jairdain turned to face the oncoming woman.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Mirial - Capitol Building
Objective: Oversee the Restoration Effort | Repel the Trespassers & Kill a Rancor
Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Lord Depravious"] | [member="Sal Zambrano"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi & Allies - [member="RC 212"] | [member="Natassia Traxen"]
Equipment: [SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]2x Sith Lightsabers | Armour | Oculus

As Vaylin moved towards Natassia, she could hear the lightning that both Greta and Kaine were unloading on the rancor. It crackled through the air, dark power exuding across the space as it was projected from its living source.

The Zabrak didn't look back, eyes fixed on the soldier as she struggled against Aria's hold. In that moment though, the Force screamed out in her mind - warning her something was about to happen. The sudden sensation of her senses kicking into gear was enough for her head to clear. Vaylin turned around, and on instinct used the Force to pull a piece of debris in front of her. It was chipped away as RC continued to fire his Shatter Gun, clicking empty after it had made the once large piece a lot smaller.

The Zabrak glared at the armoured man as he yelled in frustration, letting off three rockets in response. Vaylin dropped the makeshift shield and attempted to guide the projectiles away with the Force. The first was sent flying out of the building, the second soared up through the hole RC's rancor had made, while the third impacted mid air as a piece of rubble fell. Close enough to Vaylin that she was knocked back, flying through the air until her back collided into a wall.

Somewhere, she heard Aria calling for her, but Vaylin waved her hand 'I'm fine' as she picked herself up off the floor. That's when things went from bad to worse, as RC flew up through the hole and ordered his mount into a rampage. The intent to bring down this part of the building was apparent, and Vaylin began to run.

"We need to move!" Vaylin looked over at Aria as she spoke.

A flash of red would be caught on Natassia's vision as the Zabrak came running towards her. But rather than coming in for an attack, Vaylin had deactivated the lightsaber moments before she tackled Natassia and sent the pair hurtling out of the building - through the broken down wall Natassia had originally entered from. Why exactly did she not just kill the woman? Or let her get crushed? Partially because Vaylin was curious why she hadn't gone for a kill shot, that and she wanted to kill Natassia herself if it came to it.

They fell into a roll, falling apart as they hit the ground. Vaylin was certain Aria was not far beyond, but by the time the two Valkyries had gained their bearings, Natassia was already fleeing.

"Looks like we have a chase on our hands?" Vaylin grinned; wincing as she stood and felt her left leg burn like hell right now. The projectile that had struck was certainly doing its work in causing the Zabrak pain. Unfortunately pain was exactly what fueled a Sith like her.

The two began their chase.

 

[H3xle]

Mirial​

Objective: Maintain Order
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order, [member="jorg"]

The World Went To Spit

Overhead the squad saw as a drop pod careened through the sky, hitting a nearby skyscraper and knocking debris down.

"COVER!" She ordered, and the squad split into the buildings on either side of the street.

Debris rained down, masonry and glass slamming into the bodies of the zombies they had been facing, decimating the wave at first, then all but annihilating it. Dust filled the street as silence resumed, only the sounds of the squads breathing and the soft scrape of zombies still moving.

"Headcount." She ordered as she got up.

"One One."

"One Two."

"One Three."

"One Four."

"Two One."

"Two Two."

"Two Three."

"Two Four."


"Up and out, secure the street and move on the target." She sighed to herself, everyone in her command had made it through that, whatever it was. She switched the squad frequency to monitor, and turned on the command frequency with her higher ups. "Sweeper Lead reporting in, we have a drop pod in our area, does not look like one of ours."

"Be advised, Sweeper Lead..." The reply was almost immediate, and the voice was very strained and breathing hard. Blaster fire and an odd roaring sound could be heard in the background. "...Mirial is under attack by Silver Jedi forces. Downtown is under heavy attack."

"Say again, we are under attack?" The Jedi attacked Mirial? Anora couldn't fit her head around that, she never thought much about the Jedi, but she didn't think them to be aggressive, nor to try to attack the planet where their forces were basing further forays into the Caldera. Were she the Jedi, she'd have attacked the Sith production facilities, cut off supply lines for their Caldera operations.

"Yes, we are under attack. They brought a mother fething rancor!!!" The voice was breathing harder and harder, it was obvious he was running. "What is your mission?"

"Securing civilians from walkers..." She said, her mind momentarily blanking on the official name for the zombies. Her squad was up and in the street at this point, putting down the rest of the zombies and moving on towards Kohli Nars Bar.

"Secure the civilians, eliminate any hostiles in the area, then report back in."

"Affirmative, Sweeper Lead out."

Anora took a look up at the skyscraper where the drop pod had embedded itself. They'd have a few minutes if regular soldiers were in that, if any survived. That wasn't what drop pods were made for, and urban encounters were always dicey for drop pod use. Either that pod was way off target, or they weren't regular soldiers.

"Sweepers!" She said as she turned back to her squad frequency fully. "We may have Silver hostiles in the area. We will complete our mission, then regroup. If you see anyone carrying a weapon that doesn't have our markings, you are to shoot first." She wasn't taking any chances against people crazy enough to drop pod into an urban environment.

The squad moved on, and reached Kohli Nars Bar. They secured the entrance, and walked down the stairs in tactical readiness.

"One Four, Two Four, and Two Three, maintain eyes up here." She ordered, then followed the leading elements down into the basement.

Down below they found a few green skinned people walking around. As soon as the first foot of her team hit the ground, they turned and began to walk towards them. Their gait was slow and awkward, and Anora's heart sank. They mopped the zombies up fairly quickly, and began to search through the basement thoroughly. If they could bring anyone back to the secure zone, the mission would be a better success than it was currently looking like.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Mirial- The Capitol Building
Objective: Cause hell
Gear: Katarn Armor, Twin Verpine Shatter Guns, LJ-50 concussion Rifle, Sawed off Shotgun W/Cortosis shells, Jetpack, DC-17 W all attachments handy. One tub of peanut butter, one tub of jelly, one loaf of bread. Force Breaker Grenades, A lot

Oh and a Rancor....

People: [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Secondary People: [member=Vaylin] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Greta Kohler"](OOC: Tried to address everyone. Again PM for edits if needed folks.)

Dirty Traitors: [member="Natassia Traxen"] | [member="Europa Draav"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Roona Osmari"]

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RC missed his grab to save Natassia, but it was no matter. Since she fired her weapon at him and his eyes went wide and then he growled. As he flew up through the ceiling, his voice boomed, over the sound of a redirected rocket exploding right below him on the floor below. He sustained another wound in the arm, but the plate saved the blaster bolt from piercing.

The rocket however, did shred some of his exposed back flesh.

But that was the secret no one knew. This wasn't the RC they'd all faced years ago. This was Cyborg RC.

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"TRAITORS!"​

He keyed his commlink, opening a broadband channel to the entire battlefield.

"Greetings all. You know me as RC 212, the Raider, The Marauder, The Lord of Peanut Butter and Jelly and the Rancor Wrangler. As of now the Silver Jedi forces have betrayed me. Nice. I put a lot of work into making a custom drop pod for a Rancor and risked my neck to distract the bulk of the Sith Forces so you could achieve your objectives."​

RC paused, glancing around now about a thousand meters in the air. He spotted a tank two blocks down and dove for it, blinking commands into his helmet.

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"As of now I am repaying the favor. I'm broadcasting the Jedi Crypto codes to all bands and all signals. Now you Sith can listen in on their comms."​

RC dropped on top of the tank, ripping the hatch open and slipping in.

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"I hope you crush them."​

Then he snapped the drivers neck, took the controls and gunned the throttle.

The tank roared, speeding in a straight direction away from the battle, obliterating buildings as it crashed through the streets, and crushing bodies to a pulp.

Gotta find a Ship....

"RC 212, OUT!"
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[Kal Visna]

Location: Mirial, Capital city
Allies:SJO, [member="Dusaro Dresari"]
Enemies: SE
Objective: Assist Dusaro and his men.

Kal left the ship with everyone else, his legs finally touching the ground. He glanced around him and could not tell why some of his teammates were so happy, it was home, yes, but even when it was like this? The padawan looked at the knife one more time before sheathing it, some of those he came with left to do their job and it was time he does his, he made a step when a transmission came in.

"This is Ground group 'Handy Man', calling 'Kusanagi', we need light tank and droid support to deal with biological threats coming from the north east section of the suburbs. We also are requesting any additional Jedi who are able to report to our current location, co-ordinates are as follows."

Biological threats? Save civilians, aid resistance, battle the sith, deal with biological threats and don't get killed, there could be no harder job in this entire galaxy. He let out a small sigh before replying through the communicator "Handy Man, this is jedi padawan Kal Visna, I received your coordinates and I'm on my way to the chosen location, over."

At a hurried pace, he made his way to the area in question when a transmission came through the open channels, what was this all about? A desertion? This RC claims to have been betrayed and gave away information to the sith, that he could figure from what he said, but he wouldn't understand what exactly happened, it was no matter in the end, it was a battle and he knew too little to make any sort of judgement, whatever happened, the sith had to be defeated.

 

[Subject 37]

Capital City - Nuroo Skyscraper
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE, [member="Anora Demici"]

"Sarah? Ria? Niels?" Jorg called out names over his comm as he checked the rifle in his hands.

Thankfully the weapon seemed to be functional still. The Needle Disruptors produced by Vanir Technologies were good weapons, but they had a habit of being a tad...oversensitive. He was glad the weapon was still working, mostly because without it he'd be stuck in enemy territory with little more than a blaster pistol and some gadgets. Breathing a sigh of relief he stepped from the ledge of the hole in the wall, his lips thinning as a bit of static floated through his helmet.

"Sir?"

A sigh of relief escaped him. "Niels, where are you?"

"Bit to the South of your position sir, my pod came down pretty hard. Sarah and Ria are right around the corner from me, we're headed to a rendezvous point."

Jorg glanced out the massive hole in the skyscraper, smiling slightly. It seemed that the drop pods hadn't exactly been as precise as promised. Still, the others were together, and that meant they could at least try to meet up. He took in a deep breath and then turned on his heel, heading directly towards the door marked exit. It'd take him a bit to get down all those stairs, but at the very least he wasn't trying to travel up.

"Meet me at the pinged location." Was all Jorg said before he started sprinting down the stairwell.

Before long he was on the ground floor, having slowly walked down flight after flight. Surprisingly the building he'd landed in had been entirely empty, abandoned for what seemed quite some time. A few of the floors had been completely empty and some of them had even been torn apart. He frowned slightly, raising his rifle as he reached the lobby. Through the glass doors he spotted movement on the other side of the street, his lips thinning as he approached.

Three men stood guard over a door, each of them wearing the distinctive uniforms of the Sith.

Jorg muttered a curse, then slowly crept forward. The others wouldn't arrive for some time, but that didn't matter. From his pocket Jorg plucked a small grenade, his fingers lacing around it as he lowered his rifle. With no hesitation he primed the thermal detonator, then threw it through the already smashed glass of the lobby towards the three men.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Location: Mirial, ground
Objective: Secure local Garrison
Allies: SJO - [member="Valkren Calderon"]
Opposition: TSE - Undead

Roona snapped back to attention at the sound of Colonel Calderon’s voice coming through their comm system. Surely this deranged man was not truly a Ranger, for their unit was known for their professionalism on and off the battlefield. Without sparing the issue another thought, Sergeant Osmari continued toward, listening closely to the communications between their team and the one on the opposite side of the street.

As one of her comrades shouted, she turned swiftly to the left. Staring down the barrel of her rifle, she watched as a group of what appeared to be Mirialan civilians appeared. Their battered forms were ragged and weary, some were bloody, too. Above all, they appeared to be very frightened.
Roona eased her finger away from the trigger.

The call was made for civilian extraction, and the group drew closer for protection.

"Contact front! Contact front!"

Her heart skipped a beat. Turning back to the front, she spotted the gruesome figures ahead – walking corpses. It was vile. These people, if you could still call them that, should have been left to rest. Though Roona was not a Jedi, her force-sensitivity gave her the insight that these were animated by a dark magic.

When the order swiftly came, Roona leveled her rifle and peered into her scope. While her fellow rangers focused their fire on the closest targets, the Sergeant would work on picking off undead that were coming up behind the first group – eliminating them before they were close enough to be a direct threat. However, it seemed that these undead required a few hits in order to drop them.

Behind her, she could hear that the civilians were receiving what urgent care the Rangers were prepared to give. Their ride would be here soon, she hoped.

The swarm of undead was thinning now, but Roona did not know what kind of hordes waited for them ahead. “Dassadeo krova,” She cursed in her mother tongue, her finger still working the trigger of her rifle.

 

[Adriago Duilius]

Location: Edge of the Mirial System
Objective: Neutralize Enemy Threats
Enemies: Alliance Fleet (@Zark)
Allegiance: Sith Empire

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The Patrol Task Group reverted back to real space in the outer reaches of the Mirial system, twelve million kilometers star-ward of the final planetary body of the system. They had chosen to jump to this destination based on their main mission, patrol. Once they had conducted their main patrol of the system, they could return to the planet for some planet-side time, an idea welcomed by a crew who had been deprived a true feeling of relaxation in three weeks of deployment. But as Duilius prepared his orders for each vessel, the comms on each and everyone of Duilius' vessels began ringing out with distress messages and warnings of invasion on Mirial. Almost immediately, each and every command started appearing in holographic form on his bridge, all asking the same question, what should we do? Before Duilius could answer the questions of his ship captains, another alarm went off. The fleet's sensors were detecting unidentified vessels who had come out of hyperspace some time earlier, nearby.

The sensors department head was quick to report their findings, "Commodore, after some probing with the advanced sensors, we have determined they are emitting Galactic Alliance transponders." Duilius leaned back in his chair, stroking his naked chin, "Alliance vessels? What business do they have out here?" The department head remained silent as the rhetorical question stuck in the air. The Commodore pressed a button on the arm of his chair, opening a channel with the comms section in the vessel, "Have the Alliance vessels made contact with us yet?" A female voice responded, "No sir." Duilius nodded towards the unembodied voice, "I see, well, lets make this a gentleman's battle. Contact the enemy fleet, and communicate the following:" Duilius took a deep breath before making his message, "Commander of the Alliance fleet, I am Commodore Adriago Duilius, of the Sith Armada. Regarding your intrusion into Sith space, I am demanded to request your immediate surrender or you and your fleet shall be neutralized by Sith authorities." A moment of silence passed before the voice returned, "Message recorded and sent, sir." A small grin broke out on Duilius' face, "Thank you dear," and he ended the connection.

Duilius swiveled his chair to face his operations and fleet command sections of the bridge, calling the commander of the ship's CIC via his chair's intercommunication system, "Commander Berin, order all vessels to change course, and adjust headings towards the Alliance Fleet's coordinates. Scramble all starfighters, bombers, and interceptors. I want the bombers to form on the aft of the Kilrain as strike wing one, and assign two fighter squadrons to strike wing one. Create two attack wings, two and three, each consisting of four fighter squadrons and one interceptor squadron. Position attack wing two off the port bow of the Kilrain and attack wing three of the starboard bow of the Kilrain. Have the entire task group form up tight around the Kilrain, position the two carriers and two missile frigates aftside of the Kilrain, those four vessels will form Element Support. Separate our corvettes and fast frigates into two elements, Strike One, and Strike Two, with two and two of each class of vessel respectively. Position Element Strike One to portside of Kilrain, and element Strike Two portside. Have both elements adjust to stagger formation. Finally, establish the Kilrain and the remaining corvette as element Command. Order all vessels to prepare long range attacks when directed, and prime forward shields." Another minute passed as Berin ordered his own subordinates to make the arrangements Duilius had ordered, but soon the commander snapped a reply, "Orders underway sir, any movements or attack solutions?" Duilius paused for a moment, thinking over whether he should wait for the enemy fleet to receive his message and prepare a defense, or to just all out attack, "No, we will wait for their response before making any aggressive movements. It would bring bad reputation to the Armada to engage without the proper preliminaries." With that, Duilius ended the conversation, and watched the holographic strategic planning table slowly began to identify the fleet with the temporary monikers Duilius had assigned. The smile faded as the gravity of the situation settled on Duilius, he had a battle to fight.


Patrol Task Group Seven
Shields/Hull - Ship - Class - Attack Craft Complement
Element Command
100/100 - SAV Kilrain - Modular Task Force Destroyer - 2x Interceptor Squadrons/Scrambled
100/100 - SAV C80 - Corvette
Element Support
100/100 - SAV Archangel - Cruiser Carrier - 5x Fighter Squadrons/Scrambled
100/100 - SAV Valkyrie - Cruiser Carrier - 5x Fighter Squadrons/Scrambled
100/100 - SAV Harbinger - Missile Frigate
100/100 - SAV Gregorian - Missile Frigate
Element Strike One
100/100 - SAV Mercer - Fast Frigate - 1x Bomber Squadron/Scrambled
100/100 - SAV Jacen - Fast Frigate - 1x Bomber Squadron/Scrambled
100/100 - SAV C78 - Corvette
100/100 - SAV C79 - Corvette
Element Strike Two
100/100 - SAV Traq - Fast Frigate - 1x Bomber Squadron/Scrambled
100/100 - SAV Neuro - Fast Frigate - 1x Bomber Squadron/Scrambled
100/100 - SAV C102 - Corvette
100/100 - SAV C103 - Corvette
Strike Wing One
24x Radial Drone Fighters
48x Hell Cat Bombers
Attack Wing Two
48x Radial Drone Fighters
8x Vornskr Interceptors
Attack Wing Three
48x Radial Drone Fighters
8x Vornskr Interceptors

Actions
Fleet Formations Enacted
Attack Craft Scrambled
Headings Adjusted towards Enemy Fleet
Shields Raised, Long Range Armaments Prepped

 

[Dante Sotari]

Location: Mirial
Allies: [member="Morgan Vance"] | Sith Empire
Enemies: Local Separatists.

She had been about to start making adjustments on the scope when he said the last bit. It was better, focusing on doing something with her hands. She didn't care about his 'migraine' problem, right? Why should she. Wasn't relevant. She didn't want to get to know him better. If she had known they'd end up working together, she never would have slept with him. But now she was stuck in the situation, so keeping things at a distance was best. She knew all too well what it was like when someone in their line of work started to-

Dante gritted her teeth.

"Don't teach a taun taun to chit in the snow," she growled.

With a particularly irritated shrug of her shoulders, she snapped the scope's control dial a bit harder than she had to, raising the rifle (now no more than a complicated paper weight) up to her shoulder.

If he could stop telling her how to do her job that would be great.

Great maw he was annoying.

"Front of the building is quiet," she said a moment later, tone still annoyed.

"There's a half wall on the roof, but if someone is watching from there, they're good. No sign of movement, no reflections. If anyone is still here, they are inside or hide and seek champions."

She started trudging through the snow in the direction of the building. Either he'd follow or he wouldn't.

Part of her kind of hoped he wouldn't.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Mirial
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] | Sith Empire
Enemies: Local Separatists.

"Wasn't a lesson, just a suggestion." Morgan would point out calmly and oh, so reasonably as always.

It was as if every time her irritation welled up it simply glided its way against him, before seeping to the floor with no traction to be had. Not that Vance actually realized how irritated she was, he noted the tension, but the assumption was that it was about the mission at hand. It didn't really matter how many years they spend on the job... every time people they knew died, it was a new hit.

Avery had been a good person.

Didn't deserve being cut down by crazed cultists playing as heroic separatists. Only surrounded by snow, far away from his friends, family, bleeding out in the cold.

He listened to her analytics and then nodded. "We will just have to see." Morgan mumbled as he started to track behind her. This time the man kept his distance to her, not because he was insulted or anything else. Right now the agent was trying to figure out why everything felt so strange. The migraine was gone, but he felt... slower.

The details around him just a touch less sharp.

They trundled through the snow, every once in a while Dante would let out a curse, softly and controlled, but tension regardless.

For once Morgan kept any comments to himself. They needed to be at their best for this one, he mused as they approached the front of the installation. All jagged edges and sharp angles, rising up into the air, metal covered by snow and ice. It had been an old facility, but supposedly the tech inside had been mostly good.

Just parts of it missing as if someone had sabotaged it, before leaving the installation there.

"Like Telos- I will take point and you hang back." He brushed past her, glancing over to her once. "Watch your back, yeah?" But Morgan didn't wait for her reply.

Instead he just disappeared into the shadows.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Mirial | The Capital.
Objective: Evacuate the Mirialan Council.
Allies: The Sith Empire & Mirial. - [member="Vitor Avendahl"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi.

"My people put their faith in you, Lord Saarai." Novak cut through the musings, halting at the tunnel entrance that would lead them to safety. The ridges of his expression were heavy, shadows bathing and only causing them to deepen, but there was genuine concern in his eyes. The Mirialan had never looked older before.

"Do not prove the nay-sayers right by failing us."

Lord Fa looked over to him, away from the map and its pulsating nodes, before nodding. Simply. He didn't offer any promises and Novak didn't expect any.

They both knew that battle had a strange way of making any promise worthless in the end.

Then the Mirialans were ushered away by their escorts and that left Saarai alone with Vitor. For a moment the Thirriken was silent as he looked at the targets on the map- the core of the city... some of the blockades had been breached by the undead, intel suggested some of the drop pods, the chaos from the Silver Jedi incursion... all of them playing a role. But the outskirts, there were problems there too, if they managed to break the Jedi's at the root of their invasion?

That could pivot this battle to their benefit.

Lord Fa was Sith.

This was an easy decision to make. Leave the core of the city to the regulars, hope for the best and strike out against the outskirts, lop off the head of the snake. It would probably ensure a lot of civilian casualties, but that did not truly matter did it? All that mattered, all that mattered to the Sith, the Dark Lord, was that they retained control over Mirial.

"We go for the inner city and stem the tide of the undead, Avendahl." The glance Saarai shot at Vitor showed that there was no discussion to be had here.

The course was set.

Now it was the time to stay it.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location:Capitol building, Mirial
Objective: Defend what is ours
Allies: TSE and its allies
Enemies: SJO and its allies | [member="Jairdain"]
Gear: Mirari, Cruentis Cor, Valkyries founders' armor

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A ripple through the Force whispered into the ear of Avacyn. It was something subtle, at the edge of hearing, but if one knew it was there that was enough to listen. The Force was drawn towards another source as another person connected to the Force looked to use the power it gave them. It was quickly broken off but there was little doubt in the woman's mind that it had come from Jairdain. Reaching out in the blanket of the Force once more she sensed her presence clearly now, and there was nothing that hid it. It seemed like she was looking to meet with Avacyn, for reasons unknown to the redhead. If that was what she wanted however, that wish would be granted.

Quickly the woman would lay her eyes on Jairdain and promptly started moving, her pace quickly increasing until she was sprinting. She followed the Force aura that was shackled down by the light much like it was before and how she herself used to be. It had robbed her of her freedom, left her with nothing but her lightsaber and whatever credits she could make as a mercenary. The Dark side had changed everything, however. She had become someone. Instead of waiting for good things to come she made them happen, and now she had everything she had ever wanted. If one willingly stood in the light it was their choice, but the moment their sword was pointed in her direction there would be no mercy.

Eventually that which Avacyn was following had come to a stop, causing her to slow down to a walking pace. Her left hand was wrapped around the saber that was still clipped to his belt as she carefully turned the corner, her eyes ablaze as she turned to look at Jairdain. It was obvious the Sith Lady was on the edge of drawing her weapons and fighting her, her posture vastly different from the previous times they had met. She was clearly hostile, there was no question about it. "The Darkness no longer surrounds you, but that makes no difference to me. You are here to aid the Silver Jedi while they needlessly and mercilessly murder innocent people in an effort to topple the Empire I call home however, and that I cannot allow." Her voice was drenched in venom, a stark contrast to the way she had spoken to her during their previous conversations. It was the side of her that only her enemies saw. "I will not lie, I am disappointed. It saddens me to see you are my enemy."

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Mirial's Capital Building
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Vaylin"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi | [member="RC 212"]


Objective: Survive.


The white wolf laid in the center where the rancor had once been, the concussion rifle combined with fire and the falling ceiling had all but knocked him out. Regaining consciousness was hard, he forced his eyes open and found his form fading. The wolf turned back to a man, only to find himself pinned beneath the rubble. Never trust a Sith he thought as he noted the Valkyries had left him to die. He set his hands beneath the debris on his leg. Facial features tightened as he made the attempt to shift it, and when it wouldn't budge on the first try he tried it again. Columns shifted and Sarlow knew he didn't have long and with more strength into his next attempt the Cursed Son of Kaine freed himself from his prison.

Sarlow made an attempt to get up but his leg told him otherwise. He had two choices, three if he really thought about it, he could turn and make the escape attempt or he could make the run as human and lastly, he could finally end his own miserable existence here and now. And as he sat there with his fists against the broken floor and made the transformation he kept one person in his mind; his daughter. [member="Ara Zambrano"] was his only reason to exist. The man turned beast once more and began to trek to get out of the building, not realizing that his broken leg was the least of his problems. Internal injuries would doom him if he did not receive medical attention soon, running was not an option as with each try pain made itself known.

He unleashed a painful howl and pushed forward looking for an exit.

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Mirial away from the capital building
Allies: SJO and their allies
Enemies: TSE, their allies and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Objective: Argue

While Jairdain was with the Silver Jedi and part of this invasion, she was not following their code. She felt the anger in Kaalia and that it was directed at her. However, she maintained her calm posture. Her words reached her and she gave the sith a smile. Her hand still rested on her saber hilt, but just that. A clear indication she would fight if Kallia pushed the issue. Right now though, she wanted to speak to the woman.

"You are wrong about something Kaalia. That darkness is still there, but after having been on your path and that of the Jedi, I am once again on the path of my people." As she spoke, the darkness that she acknowledged came to the surface of the balance. "I might be here with the Jedi, but it's not to murder these people. My hands are clean."

Lifting the hand not on her saber hilt, she would show that her hands blood free and nothing marred them. Tipping her head before she spoke again, her face grew hard. The voice she spoke with showed that new edge she had, an edge that was directed at the red head.

"Thank you for your honestly. Now, I can only speak for myself here, but the actions taken by the Silver's here was in poor taste. The wanton destruction is needless as well as the killing. However, the sith have done it as well. Now don't go quoting me the histories of the past. They have no relevance here."

Standing up from the wall, that darkness filled the young woman and Kaalia would know she faced a much ​stronger Jairdain than she had met on Bastion originally. The woman in front of her had control of both the light and the dark.