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

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The door screeched as it slid open, revealing his quarters completely ridden with a black moss like substance growing over everything. Though as he approached the corner of the room, the moss moved revealing a long black cloak which he threw over himself and then the hood over his head. His heavy breathing filled the entire ship almost like a fog. He made his way back to the cockpit, passing various soldiers.

His ship hovered over the scenes of destruction and terror, various explosions popping and bursting as he went over what now seemed like a wasteland. The last time he had visited the planet it was in a much better state. A shame what the Jedi had done to it, though the Sith would come out victorious today, they would restore order as they have done before. Venthis exhaled lowly, shaking his head to himself before... ttskkk!

A weapon had fired upon The Iris, the ship he had been aboard. It's engines fizzed and screamed before cutting out and pouring black smoke out of the back of the ship. The only thing Venthis could do at this point would be to steer the vessel down to the surface. The large ship scraped across the ground, squishing all in the path. Upon rising from his chair, regathering himself.

"Ergh-"

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Objective: Hit things
Enemies: SJO, [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Allies: TSE


Enyo's expression remained impassive. She noted that her shots had landed and could feel that the Jedi's Force presence seemed a bit diminished, implying that he had inhaled the gas to some extent. However, no look of smug satisfaction crossed her face. Archangel had taught her not to treat battle as a game. Emotion was something to be leashed - and made a beast of burden, to be released when it could be a useful boost.


His attempt at humour drew no reaction from her. She was not the type for witty banter. As the Jedi Knight charged towards her, she discarded her bolter. While powerful, the explosive bolts were no use at close distance since they had a minimum range, beyond which the shooter would hurt themselves.


It would have been impractical to switch ammo types. So she took her lightsabre and ignited it, producing a burning violet beam of plasma. Hers was single-bladed, whereas her opponent had interlocked his two blades into a sabrestaff. Those who used a double-bladed lightsabre came in two categories: Amateurs who'd watched too many holovids and people who knew what they were doing. Erring on the side of caution, Enyo chose to presume her opponent was in the latter group.


She remembered what Maelion had told her during her training. The two blades were connected. By knowing the location of one, you automatically knew the location of the other. Her 'mother' had understood combat well. She'd given Enyo a good fight. Presently, the cyborg kept Maelion's skull on a shelf in her office.


The Jedi's double blades twirled and he struck. One side of the saberstaff went high, the other low. Enyo reacted quickly. With lightning speed, she stepped back and parried. Their blades hummed as they clashed. The one going low touched the armour covering her leg, but bounced off, for like him, she wore phrik armour. Sparks flew and there was some smoke, but it did not penetrate. Repeated strikes in the same spot would be necessary - or attacks on a weak spot that lacked the heavy plating.


Now she fought back. Feet firmly planted on the ground, she sought to take advantage of his injuries. To this end, the cyborg attempted to force a bladelock whilst trying to use her free hand to deliver a powerful punch to his face. He wore a helmet, but while that could blunt concussive force, it could not eliminate it. Moreover, being a Terminatrix, she possessed superhuman strength and speed. This would also reinforce the blade lock, as trying to push against it might knock him off-balance or even send him sprawling.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Location: Mirial, Garrison.
Objective: Eliminate TSE troopers and secure Garrison.
Allies: Silver Jedi Order, [member="Roona Osmari"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire, (Unknown)

Dammit..Another variable to add to the firefight.

Colonel Calderon shifted his position, moving to where he could prop his assault ripper up onto the debris he had been using as his cover, simply to assure his weapon was down-range incase combat kicked off before he intended it to.

"Copy that, Echo. Standby for orders."

The young ranger then took another look about him at his teammates, many of the unit's members had their weapons trained on the garrison and their patrolling guards as well, while other members of first team were focused on Valkren. They knew that whatever the Raiders were getting into, first team would be the ones spearheading it.

"Right, we engage before the next hoard reaches the area. If we're lucky, the group that Sergeant Osmari spotted won't come through during the engagement."

"Lady luck is never on our side, sir." Lowder piped up through their comms from his own position behind cover. The statement was slightly out of line for their communications, but he let it slide. Didn't need to be cutting his men down directly before a firefight.

"We don't need luck, we've got skill. I want each support gunner from each team aside from first to 'get small' in a good position with view on the target building. We'll engage as a group with our shooters up high hitting their marks fir-"

Valkren was suddenly cut off as a red bolt skipped off of the top of his cover, sending dirt and shards of metal from the debris over him as he pulled himself back down further.

"Contact! Contact!"

"Anyone see where that came from?"

"Someone get me a bead on that shooter!" Valkren yelled as he scooted his armor clad body to the opposite corner of his cover the best he could, knowing that whoever had pulled the trigger either had the colonel zeroed in, or it was just a random shot. Either way, it was smart to keep moving.

Another bolt came, this time it had found it's mark. However, it was meant for Valkren at this point. Across the debris and the street, Sergeant Forestor of second team had crumbled behind his own cover after the red bolt pierced his chest plate. Valkren blinked as a new piece of intel popped into his HUD, vitals on team members.

Forestor was gone.

"Sniper!"

"He's in one of the buildings!"

"Get low you nerf herders! Stay low!" Harris yelled out, before turning his attention up high momentarily, then retreating back into cover to avoid being shot down as well.

"Here they come!"

Valkren looked back towards the garrison, leaning out of his cover momentarily only to be greeted with the sight of TSE troopers pouring out of the garrison doors. After pulling himself back into cover, he'd simply check his weapon and raise up out into the open. Even at the risk of being hit by the marksman soon after, he wanted to get the first shots off at the now approaching hostiles. They had drawn the first blood from his Raiders, and now they were going to pay.

The colonel squeezed the trigger, letting an accurate three round burst of slugs out from the barrel of his assault ripper. The rounds found their target; all three cracking into an enemy trooper's armor, sending him off of his feet with ease.

"Engage!"

At this, any and all of the rangers on the streets, already spotted or not, came out from their cover. Their assault weapons and rotary cannons letting flow a world of hurt like no other toward the new arrival of the enemy soldiers.

Valkren continued to engage the TSE troopers, watching as their black and red armor approaching in the dim lights of the streets. Eventually, once they had cleared enough of the enemies to begin suppressing them down, Valk and first team could make their way into the garrison and do what had to be done.

He retreated to cover, discharging his used magazine to replace it with another from his chest rig.

"Sithspit shoulda' killed me when he had the chance.." He'd say this to himself, before going back over the top to re-engage.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

City Street

[member="Karren Trask"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"]

“Gah!” He cried out as the blaster bolts splashed against his shoulder pauldron, spraying his neck with searing plasma. The Force tugged at him, drawing him toward the woman with the green saber- and away from the shield bash of the other Jedi.

“Impudent women!” He screeched, deftly parrying the strikes of the verdant blade with the head of his axe. “You will come to learn your place in my tent. And again, when you beg for mercy on the edge of my blade.”

The sword tip swung, pointing at a nearby soldier from their group. A bolt of lightning leapt from the blade and struck the soldier square in the chest. He collapsed, smoke rolling from the horrific wound.

 

[Cassius Droma]

Location: Mirial Airspace
Objective: Liberation
Allies: Silver Jedi Order [[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Maya Zhou"]]
Enemies: The Sith Empire [[member="Alkor Centaris"]]

Looked like the TIE Silencer had pulled their attention away from the X-wing and put it on Cassius’s A-wing. Good. Although, with some maneuvering, the TIE was now giving chase. Cassius kept a safe sweeping pattern, hoping to avoid anything that was thrown at him. His sensors beeped incessantly at him in warning: some type of ordinance was coming his way.

Cassius banked, hoping to avoid the missile… but then was confused as to how wide of a berth he had to avoid it. As in, if he’d just stayed his course, it would have missed him entirely. Behind his visor, an eyebrow raised. Was the TIE’s targeting computer malfunctioning? The young pilot soon learned that wasn’t the case, however. As he saw the explosion up ahead, his eyes lit up. Mag-pulse charge. Jerking his controls hard, the A-wing went into a roll so tight that darkness had started to creep into the very edges of his vision.

The maneuver was only mildly successful. His left laser cannon skimmed through the effects of the blast, and he could already hear the cannon whine as energy was drained from it. Baring his teeth, he looked at his read-out. The left cannon was yellow, meaning that it still had power, just up to fifty percent of it. Great.

Looking back at his sensor read-out, he could see the TIE moving in on him. Taking in a breath, Cassius pulled up as hard as he good, shooting directly towards the black sky. At the same time, he spun his laser cannons into their rear-facing firing positions, hoping to use his sudden movement and the lower visibility of looking straight into the dark sky as cover. Spinning, Cassius began to fire, the lower-powered red lasers shooting behind him. They wouldn’t cause as much damage if they were facing forward, but it would hopefully be enough to get the guy to disengage for a moment.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Mirial
Objective: Twist the Paddies
Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] (play nicely with your food)
Enemies: [member="Lina Renning"] [member="Madeline Roux"]

Equipment: Mask Lightsaber

She didn't need to follow the Padawans into the lab while Calina drew them into her web. Enyo was off to fight someone else she suspected, the brief exchange between her and the Padawan had likely left the cyborg... thirsting for more battle. No, her initial spell, while it had started to unnerve the Jedi... she could feel the weaknesses building, the confusion. She had foothold in their minds now, a crack had formed within their spirits that could be widened until it, and their precious Jedi code, were broken.

You should never have come here...

The words would float into their minds, airy and as loud as the whispers.

You have only brought death and destruction... the dead ones were contained...

She was referring to the zombies, and there was still ire there for what the Siilver Jedi had done to break the Sith protection against the zombies that plagued the world. These Padawans, while foolish, would discover that the lab was being used for one purpose, to find a cure against the undead. It would challenge their world view of the Sith, that in and of itself would go against what they had learned at the heels of their Masters. Now, once Calina had shown them what they were working on... she would unleash her next spell.

And now... you shall understand... the price for your actions...

She would unleash her next spell, drawing out their best memories and feelings... and then she would twist, morph them into images that would reflect only darkness and the emotions that went along with it. These new and twisted visions would start to plague their minds, threatening their sanity and their very grip on reality and fantasy.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Location: Village, some distance away from the capital
Objective: Commence The Hunt
Allies: Sith Empire
Frienemies: [member="Jake Daniels"]
Enemies: Jedi Order, technically

"They forfeit their right to live the moment they butchered those under the Empire's protection, killing them is justice for those lives they took. You may not know the purpose they had for these civilians, but I do, and I did not want to risk it happening again." He clipped the Lightsabre back to his belt. "I realise Sith have a history of cruelty, unnecessary bloodshed, and destruction without purpose, and I know how it must sound coming from one, but I only have the best intentions for these people. Killing that traitor has ensured their safety, at least until we find the other."

The civilians were still there, watching in confusion at the scene that had unfolded before them. Atlas moved over to the Sith's corpse, turning it with his boot, he reached down to take the Sith's megaphone and activated it. "Contrary to what this traitor may have told you, he was not acting on the authority of the Sith. He betrayed the Empire, and by extension you, by brutally murdering innocents from a village, not unlike yours. His execution was for the purpose of ensuring your safety, but that goal is not yet fully met. There is another, he may have revealed himself to you, or not, but he remains hidden, attempting to escape justice. I will not allow him to do so." He turned somewhat, away from the civilians, towards the houses. "Justice will be carried out swiftly if he elects to reveal himself, if not, I shall hunt him to the end of the galaxy if I must to ensure no more loyal citizens of the Empire come to harm." Realigning himself with the gathered crowd he continued, "Which one of you is in charge of the village?"

The crowd waited for several moments, then whispering broke out amongst them. It continued for a few more moments and when it ceased, one Mirialan broke from the crowd to approach the Sith. "Elder Ret is not among us, Sith. I am the one in charge of the village's defence, however. What did you want from her?"

The Sith's eyebrow quirked below the mask. "Your Elder is not here?" He paused for a moment, somewhat surprised, though he assumed the Elder's absence was not unrelated to the traitor still missing. "I see, if you are the one in control of the defensive systems the village has in place, activate them. I assume you have a wall to protect you from the creatures that stalk the earth, perhaps even an early warning system. Make sure both are activated." He quickly reached into his robes to reveal a communicator which he offered to the Mirialan. "Notify me of anything, and I mean anything, that seems suspicious. I don't want any further harm to come to you and your people, and I cannot guarantee your safety if the other traitor escapes."

The man reluctantly reached for the communicator, it was clear he did not entirely trust Atlas, something he couldn't blame the Mirialan for, but he took the communicator anyway. "And what of our Elder?"

"If she still lives, she will be safer if I find the missing traitor. Stay alert and keep watch over the others while I hunt. Their lives will depend on you." Atlas began to move away but briefly turned back to the Mirialan. "There is a battle going on, I'm unsure if you've noticed. I would advise against getting that thing in the air, there's a chance the attackers, or our own forces, will shoot down any unidentified transports. I'd rather not see you all dead in that tin can, so it may be safest to hide out in your most defensible position until the traitor is brought to justice." With that, he resumed his walk towards the general direction in which he had felt the other traitor, though he stopped again a metre or two away from the alley he'd come from to look back to the man who'd challenged the now-dead Sith.

"Will you be joining me on this hunt, kind stranger?"

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Where a Corellian Belongs- Airspace over Mirial
Engaging: [member="Cassius Droma"]​

"That's right," Alkor murmured as the Interceptor broke hard to one side, anticipating a computer guided missile to encroach on him. When the other pilot reacted wildly, a wicked smirk tugged at the corner of the Dark Jedi's lips. "Fly away, little bird..."

The Corellian Exile twisted his wrist to the left, hard, and spun the superiority fighter on its axis. With a wild scream, the engine complied to his demands and he mirrored the ascent of his enemy at a speed where the ship began to scream warnings at him about G-Forces. He slammed a fist against the console to shut it up.

As he raced toward the A-Wing at breakneck speed, the shields renewed alert sounds as they dipped under pressure from the rear facing turrets of the Interceptor. Several shots on target caused the power supply to lurch on screen, but they held as the Silencer darted through the brunt of it. Alkor grinned maliciously.

The Jen'jidai thumbed the trigger for his lasers and took aim for the dorsal fins that controlled the stability of the fighter, aiming to send the pilot plummeting to his death far below. At his current angle and speed, the attack would be more of a strafing maneuver than a straightforward shot, but that meant he had more surface area to fire upon- not the least of which included the cockpit of the fighter itself.

"...it makes killing you that much more fun."

Their current position was the sort of life-or-death acrobatics that Corellians were known for. Despite the battlefield that stretched around them, covered in death and embroiled with war, for a moment these two pilots made art.

Alkor remained committed to his current course, intent on staying right through until he saw an inferno light up the sky next to him.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

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

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Kaalia's contrasting blades locked with Jairdain's single one, and when she went to shove the Sith's away she offered no resistance, letting them retreat. They would immediately look to find their way back after a quick spin on her axis, now aimed at the other side. Before she struck however, she felt the air around her head turn eerily chilly, the oxygen bleeding away around it. Breathing did nothing and a rush of urgency came over the woman, knowing it had to be stopped. Her quick thinking gave her two options, although much time to think them over was not permitted to her. Either she would call out to the Force to protect her, or she would fight through it and look to break her opponent's focus and make her lift her grip on the Force. The second option was opted for.

Without skipping a beat, her passion fuelled by the rush of battle, focussing her mind and strengthening her. The two blades would divert paths as Mirari's blue beam would be aimed at what to Kaalia was the woman's left ribcage, with Cruentis Cor angling further downwards towards her upper leg. The attack was quick rather than powerful, aimed at taking control of the tempo of the duel.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuJLT2MtIPY​

Location: Highest Building in the Capital
Objectives: Conduct the Ritual
Allies: TSE | The Dark
Enemies: SJO | The Light
Equipment:

• Sith Armor
  Talisman of Heart and Soul

[*]Shuk'orok
[*]Sith Lightsabers
[*]Scepter of Power

The wind tore at the tattered remains of his cloak, the armorweave billowing behind his muscular body as he looked over the city engulfed in chaos and war. Thanks to the untimely intervention by the Jedi, the hordes of dead have managed to exploit breaches in the city's outer defenses.

They were a threat to both civilians and the soldiers protecting them now.

In the wake of this revelation, the Dark Lord had summoned two of his most capable advisors.

Tammuz-Ra, Voss Mystic, and Khaisû, Pureblood Spiritualist.

Surrounding them were twelve other figures hooded and dressed in turquoise robes, all of them sorcerers of varying degree. In their hands they clutched ceremonial daggers and arcane baubles that crackled and hummed with latent Dark Side energy. The Dark Lord held only one item in his massive hands, a tome bound in thick blackened leather with pages teeming with ancient rites and incantations.

This was the Knyga iv tave Kinta Gata, the Book of the Black Earth.

Carnifex lowered himself into a sitting position, one leg balanced over the other, and opened the book to a page inscribed with images of skeletons and rotting corpses. Behind him the fourteen assembled men and women took their seat as well, dark words of power and blasphemy spilling from their cracked lips as the air shimmered and shook with energy. The Oracle bound their minds together, save for the Dark Lord, and directed them to gaze up and over the besieged city. For miles upon miles they could see the horrors that lingered in the darkness, hungry to rip and consume the flesh of the living that breathed within the walls of the capital.

The spiritualist bound their souls together, amplifying their collective power as the Dark Lord began his own incantation. Darkness pooled around him, and the dead below quaked and slowed to a halt as their base instincts were stymied by a power greater than that which had animated them. Through his direction they would shamble back away from the city, and those within the city would seek to escape its borders by any means necessary. Those of the twelve ancillary sorcerers would unthinkingly raise their daggers to their breasts, and plunge the blade deep into their hearts as the ritual reached its zenith. The spell of binding was enacted, and their souls were bound together in a protective ring at the highest point in the city.

The Dark Lord, the Oracle, and the Spiritualist would be completely unaffected by the binding, and so long as these twelve sacrificed souls remained the dead would never again encroach upon the capital.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Location: Mirial, Garrison.
Objective: Eliminate TSE troopers and secure Garrison.
Allies: Silver Jedi Order, [member="Valkren Calderon"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire, (Unknown)

As Sergeant Osmari awaited further orders, she continued to watch the patrols outside the garrison. For the moment, they did not appear to notice the presence of the Rangers. Next to her, Clark was crouching down, watching the undead threat as they advanced. Every so often, Roona’s watchful gaze would shift down to the street and pass over the Rangers. Her heart was beating swiftly, but she made an effort to draw breaths calmly and evenly. The dim streets were eerily quiet.

But this was broken by the crimson flash of a blaster bolt.

Shifting her sight, she saw the Colonel and his men duck back behind cover. She held her breath, feeling a shiver of panic run through her. Another bolt cut through, this time hitting its mark. The Armored form of Forestor crumbled. The Sergeant’s visor turned in the direction of the source – the shot fired from a neighboring building.

“Forestor’s down,” Clark started. “….He’s out.”

Roona felt the guilt tugging at her mind. If she had been more vigilant, maybe that man would still be standing. Brow knitting together, she gripped her rifle tightly. She clapped Clark on the shoulder.

“Cover them,” Roona said, voice stern and steady. “I’ll be right back.”

Clark had no time to inquire about her plans, for the Ysannan had already taken off back inside the building. She sprinted for the staircase and made her way up, each step bringing her closer to her new destination. Slowly, Roona opened the door to the building’s rooftop. Crouching low, she made her way outside once more. Creeping over towards the right side of the building, she peeked over the ledge. The building neighboring her location was a few stories shorter; she had a clear view of the rooftop.

Sniping could be a waiting game, this she knew. However, their foe had done their job quite well – to cause chaos and throw the enemy off guard. But Roona was determined not to let this game advance. Using the ledge to help steady herself, she took to the scope of her rifle. This time, spotting a faint shadow across the way, the enemy sniper’s own rifle pointed down at First Team. He was preparing to fire down towards the Colonel’s position again. The Sergeant began to charge her bolt.

“Clear heart, clear mind,” She spoke in a whisper. “… clear shot.”

She squeezed the trigger. Roona watched as her target slumped, and then moved no more. Meanwhile, the firefight had started. Clark was doing his best to rain blaster fire down at the TSE troops, and now Roona would join – firing with deadly precision.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Location: Mirial, Northern Reaches
Allies: [member="Morgan Vance"], TSE
Enemies: Local Separatists

"Who the hell designed this place?" She grumbled.

Tapping his hand, she indicated she wanted a boost. Stepping onto laced fingers she frowned when it became obvious that wasn't going to cut it. Took a second to hop down, and another couple for them to maneuver so she could get on his shoulders. With a hiss and a grunt, she got the top hatch open. Carefully, his hands steadying her knees and calves, she stood up on his shoulders so she could pull herself up.

Rather than ridiculous acrobatic feats, she hooked a coil of rope through the ladder on the back wall, feeding him enough for him to climb up after. The sounds above them were clearer now, the sound of people milling about, some sort of rhythmic thump thump, sounding at regular intervals, and any further conversation was silenced by necessity. Helping him through the hatch before standing and recoiling the rope, she looked up-

A strange light filtered through from half open lift doors one floor above them. Eyes scanning, she marked out where piping flanked either side, pointing it out to Morgan before starting her ascent. The ladder was the only way up that was easy, but if they used it the whole distance they'd be visible and vulnerable if anyone was watching the lift.

She paused, about a meter below the bottom of the lift doors. Tucking the glow stick into her jacket to fully stifle their own light and relying on what filtered in from above, she judged her jump carefully. With a deep breath, she pushed off from the wall hard, timing it to just before one of the thumps. She caught the pipe on the other side just as the noise sounded from above, muffling the thwump as that wall ate most of her momentum. She clung there for a moment, breathing in deeply. Morgan made his jump a moment later, catching the pipe on the opposite side of the door. Carefully, slower than with the ladder, they made their way up the final distance.

Hooking her feet slightly, she pushed back against the wall on her side of the doors. Drawing both slug throwers, she drew Morgan's attention to the shadows cast on the back wall of the lift shaft. Four people that they could see, but he held up two more fingers and she nodded. Too many sets of footsteps, at least two more. Jerking her head, she indicated which direction she'd take, his nod confirming. Edging slowly onto the lip of the lift entrance, he mouthed one, two

Three

Dante slid around the edge of the door, both guns firing, loudly, in time with the next THUMP.

She only realized then what the rhythm had reminded her of.

The sound of a beating heart.

 

[Arage Bao]

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Luca froze when that particular signal chirruped across the room towards them.

They exchanged a look, because there was only one person who could use that priority level. Which didn't spell out much good for either of them, if they were getting it now. Luca stepped up next to her, but let Kith tap the button to engage the holo-projector. It was silent for a few moments, the projection only giving out static and blue noise in the air with no particular hologram.

"You sure you pressed the right butt-" The soldier started, before suddenly the top-frame of Carnifex's torso showed up. It recalibrated twice, before being focused on his face.

Bloody.

Scratched and bruised.

That was not the face of someone participating in simple meet & greets with a grateful government. Once more they exchanged a look, this time grim, as the Dark Lord fiddled with the controls of his comms. A deep dark scowl passing his face, before his voice came into existence. "-no. check the secretary first, that is final."

"L--rd Caec----been decei--ved. Miria---- attack- th--- Jedi --- are coming." Heavy brows furrowed in a frown, expression a dark cloud and for a moment Luca thought that the Dark Lord would choke them from across Mirial.

Menacing and once more Thorne wondered if this entire thing had been a good idea.

The silhouette of the Dark Lord looked down on them, his form breaking apart around the seams in static, twisting and curling. His voice thundered in the end as the static cleared up again. "Make them bleed." Then the recording was over and they were left alone again. Luca frowned, before shaking his head.

"We can start pulling fleets away from the other sectors, but by the time they are there this Jedi attack will already be over."

It was slowly starting to sink in that they couldn't do anything.

[member="Darth Caecus"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]​

 

[Kenth Typho]

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

There was always that little hitch at the back of your throat before the fighting started.

The sudden rise in temperature, your mouth parched, vision dimming until there was only a single tunnel to see through, Morgan saw it for what it truly was. Increases in adrenaline and other bio-chemical reactions inside his body to get him ready. To blunt any feelings he might experience, to remove the source of pain before it came, to focus him and push the rising fear away.

Here we go.

She went right and Morgan went left.

From there it was pure chaos. In quick succession his ears were filled with the thump-thump of the machinery, his eyes with growling green faces and bloody teeth, his hands with two knives that cut through a throat before flying into a second one. The remaining one was dropped and replaced by a rearing slugthrower.

He pressed against the wall to make himself a small target and looked down the barrel.

Behind him Morgan could hear the steady roll of slugs being dispensed by Dante, her voice loud over the tune as her curses followed the same trajectory as the bullets. This was her way of dealing with the massacre they had seen down below. Jaw tightened as he rounded the corner and took two approaching cultists in the side.

Bullets ripping straight through simple fabric and decent armor-weave.

They dropped and suddenly the fight was over as soon as it began. Morgan leaned against the wall, breath heavy, hands shaking, eyes closed and something bubbling from his gut up his throat and out.

It was a laugh, hint of mania hidden in the undercurrent.

Not yet. Morgan squashed it, ripping the reaction out by its stem and deposited it in a box. There would be time later to examine it, now it was time for them to work. He didn't wait for Dante, she was still cursing, even if the slugthrower ceased to roar. Before long he heard her follow as he settled down next to the...

Morgan blinked.

"Feth is this?" Vance mumbled before making some room for Dante to take a look. Some of it was tech, pretty high-tech crap, but there were things mixed into it.

Organic tissue of some kind interwoven into the wiring.

They pulsed and every pulse elicited light flowing from one end of the strain to the other.

Every pulse... made him feel weird.

"Can you blow this? Pretty sure we found our... EMP, I guess."

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Location: Mirial, Capital City
Mission: Get this information to the birb! Survive the chaos in the city!

Somewhere, Hirou took a wrong turn.

To be fair, the entire mad dash had really just been one wrong turn after another, but with the city in chaos, what could one small mouse do? Scampering back and forth, narrowly avoiding being stepped on by too bigs from all sides of the conflict, Hirou finally ducked into a building, squeezing through a small hole in a wall just to get out from underfoot and hopefully regain their bearings.

Through the wall and into the main room, Hirou's ears flicked around but they didn't hear anything- which was good enough for the nezumi. Scrambling up the leg of a chair, across the torn and tattered upholstery, they made it to the top of the back. Pushed up against a window, Hirou used the vantage point to look out into the scene they had just fled from.

It was hard to make sense of it all. Even knowing what was behind it all, Hirou stared in confusion, working to use this time to process it all.

While the cultists had wanted this, the nezumi didn't think they actually had any control over the situation. While perhaps they had lit the initial fire, galvanizing and urging on the Mirialian rebels, those who had actually contacted and were fighting with the Jedi were true believers- not in the death cult, but in the freedom of this planet from....

From what?

Without Sith intervention, the zombie scourge would have over whelmed these people weeks ago. But then, Hirou didn't think those who were fighting this war had really thought much of it out. It wasn't *about* the Sith, not really. The Rebels would have fought against anyone, the Nezumi suspected, that wasn't Mirialian, pure and proud, ruling over their planet. In a way, that was easy to understand. And the Jedi, well.... The Jedi were here for themselves. Tipping their head up, they gazed thoughtfully at the skyscraper broken by drop pod, the chaos in the streets. How many people were being hurt who didn't have to be? That was war, the Nezumi supposed, but it wasn't the Sith who had brought it here.

With a sigh, Hirou turned around.

And froze.

Leaning over the chair, the sunken, rotting face of one of the creatures that plagued the streets hung over them. A hand was reaching out- Hirou could see the bone through the putrid flesh as fingers started to curl around them.

Lost in thought, trusting the silence of the room, Hirou had been caught completely unawares and now?

Black eyes widened.

But then, nothing happened.

The creature stilled, hand curled around by not touching the Nezumi. And then it moaned, a deep, guttural sound in the back of its throat. Slowly, it turned, arm dropping and shuffling off. Hirour blinked, stunned, not entirely certain what to make of it.

They didn't know it was the work of [member="Darth Carnifex"], reaching out- if he could not protect the citizens from the Jedi, then at least.....

At least he could find a way to give them a reprieve from the undead.

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Miriral, Capital City
Allies: SJO and allies
Enemies: TSE, their allies and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

Her block and parry worked giving Jairdain the moment needed to kill the air around Kaalia. However, the sith pushed on through and the chill air dissipated as the knight needed again to focus fully on the sabers coming at her. It did cause a sense of panic from the other woman for a second or two though and Jairdain held a small bit of satisfaction for that.

Kaalia was unrelenting though and brought her sabers in for another attack. Never having fought against more than one blade at a time when she had sparred before, the double concentration it took didn't allow Jairdain much opportunity to think of an attack to do against the other woman. So going into a more fully defensive stance, Jairdain was able to block the slash to her rib cage and moved her leg backward in a pivot to avoid the hit to her leg. It was close though and she could almost feel the heat from the blade as it went past her.

Choosing not to make a physical attack back, she resumed her defensive position and brought up a simple barrier around herself. It would be able to withstand a few hits of a lightsaber if her defense failed.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Capitol City, Mirial
Objective: Show Sith supremacy
Allies: TSE and its allies
Enemies: SJO and its allies | [member="Jairdain"]
Gear: Mirari, Cruentis Cor, Valkyries founders' armor

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When the bubble around Avacyn's head dissipated she simply did not have time to breathe, not wanting to lose her focus while striking. The fact it forced Jairdain into a fully defensive position did not go unnoticed, the fact she was using two blades instead of one currently providing a definite edge over her opponent. As her red-colored blade whirred past its target the woman finally allowed herself to breathe again, the first being a deep one that was too distracting to make the blade change course. It had to be done sooner rather than later, however. With Jairdain's focus on defense however, she was given ample space to resume her attack.

As the redhead returned to her base attacking stance she lunged out once more, unfazed by the barrier raised by the Knight. While Cruentis Cor was held back, Mirari was sent forwards in a stabbing motion. It would likely only weaken the barrier, but to go all out would be a waste of energy. Now that the momentum was on her side she would look to slip into a slightly more methodical approach, looking to make Jairdain expend her energy as much as possible.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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

He swung up and vaulted over the edge of the barricade.

The other side was chaos.

A half-circle of Sith Troopers were holding the undead tide back, if barely. It was a losing proposition, the more they killed, the more shambled into view to climb over the fallen to get to the living. Every so often the troopers had to give away an inch or two, because otherwise they would have been overwhelmed themselves.

It was the Thirriken's screech that caused a lull in the hopeless battle.

The undead paused, because the sudden presence of the Darkside made them confused. It was strong and it pushed against them, making them wonder if this was really the direction they wanted to be going. Maybe some primal form of self-preservation was somewhere there, but it went away by the press of the undead far behind them.

Pushing them forward.

The troopers knew by training that once a Sith, especially a Lord, showed up that the best course of action was to get out of the way.

So they did. Four steps back in orderly fashion as the Thirriken Lord landed neatly on its paws, sharp weapon rotating and swinging from one direction to the other. It was as much as a dance as it was a fierce battle, until it suddenly ended. Lord Fa had just swiped the edge through the calve of one of the walking dead, preparing to deal the death blow, when the entire dynamic shifted.

They stood rigid.

The moaning and wailing from the corpses silent... and then one by one they turned around, starting to shamble away.

"You did it, my Lord! They flee for you!" One of the troopers shouted in excitement by the cheers of those on the barricade, the ones free from repairing the hole had been watching and assisting as they could with blaster fire. Tai blinked, breathing only slightly heavy, as his blade came to a rest.

"I am unsure if I had much to do with it." Lord Fa mumbled just under his breath without saying it out-loud. He felt the strange aura of strength pushing away from the capital center, where [member="Darth Carnifex"] still stood. It seemed that their Dark Lord was still live and well, good, without him it would be much more difficult to keep the Empire together.

"What now, Lord Saarai?" Another one asked with curiosity rampant.

Finally the blade disappeared with slivers of blood swept away first.

"See to the civilians, then push out the invaders. This battle is not over yet."

 

[Dante Sotari]

Location: Mirial, Northern Reaches
Allies: [member="Morgan Vance"], TSE
Enemies: Local Separatists

The string of invectives and scatological impossibilities didn't stop when the last body fell. It simply changed target to now include the

"What in the everloving feth is THAT?"

This time, Dante did almost throw up. She actually had to swallow the bile that rose in her throat.

"That's not a device that's..... that's.... an abomination..... oh gods....."

She turned away, breathing heavily, the hard, fast pattern, shaking right on the edges that told Morgan all he needed to know about her particular desire to lose her lunch at the slightest provocation.

Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, swallowing hard again before looking back at the.... whatever that thing was.

"I have no idea. I don't even know how it *works*- there's..... gods, it's leaking....."

Her face turned a little green.

Without another word, she suddenly reached out, popping open the hatch. Her breath was fast and shallow, and it was clear she was doing everything in her power to simply block out the parts of it she didn't want to handle right now.

Pretend they weren't there.

It was a lot harder when her hand brushed against what she thought might be intestines encasing a bundle of wires.

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

 

[Marek S'hadar]

Location: Groundside, Suburbs
Objective: Liberate the Holy Land Miral, Secure Suburbs
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] like next post
Gear: Lightsaber x2, Armor

He'd picked up a shadow, it was faint, like something that would frighten a child from outside their window, but it was there. Marek scanned the area, his eyes sweeping over the suburbs. Several of his troops had stopped and began providing aid to wounded Miralian's, despite their best efforts, air assets or any number of other factors had lead to some being harmed in the operation. Marek could've dismissed it as being a part of war, but he didn't, the suffering of the innocent hurt him, and the fact the suffering would only continue under the Sith drove him.

"I suppose I can skip the 'you don't have to do this, there is light in you' speech?" He called out to whomever was following him.

Marek wasn't stupid, he knew the Sith inside and out, he'd been one after all, and he knew damn well that mere words weren't going to cause a man to seek redemption, it had to be done oneself.

Waving on his troops, Marek reignited his saber, wrapping both hands around the frill-less hilt, head on a swivel as he tried to find whomever was closing in on him. If he was lucky things would be over quickly and he could move on through the suburbs and make to his objective shortly. But Marek S'hadar had never been a terribly lucky man.

This was going to take a bit.