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

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Ground
Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

[member="Jairdain"] was one of his more successful experiments, yet something was amiss with the young Sith. She wasn't very Sith. Someone had begun interfering with her roll in the galaxy, and he had the strangest sensation he knew which. Her memories had led to many, but none were as intimate as Yuroic, a young Jedi he had met before so long ago. And now it was time for them to meet again.

Krest sat on his own, away from the battlefield and away from anyone. He wasn't here to assist the war effort, instead to continue his experiments and see if another young soul could be stained black. Through the Force he sent a whisper, calling for the man who had gotten in his way. I think it's time we talk.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Mirial's Capitol Building
Objectives: Oversee the Restoration Effort / Repel the Trespassers
Allies: TSE | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Lord Depravious"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Sal Zambrano"]
Enemies: SJO | The Light | [member="RC 212"]
Equipment:

• Sith Armor
  Talisman of Heart and Soul

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

The Valkyries had arrived, but initially there was no Lady Avacyn.

Vaylin was there, however, and the Dark Lord met her with a courteous bow. "And it is good that she attends to our perimeter, Acolyte Vaylin. I sense the fabric of destiny unfurling, the threads of fate winding around Mirial. A convergence is set to occur." Carnifex had indulged himself in following the turbulent winds of time, and had gone to great lengths to bend destiny to his own designs. He'd journeyed across half of the galaxy and re-traversed the bowels of Chaos in the pursuit of domination, and his labors had only just begun to bear fruit.

"Walk with me, Lords and Ladies."

They continued down the hall, passing by several Sith and other Imperial officials. Carnifex even accepted the respectful bow of [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] as they scampered past, no doubt busying themselves with one of the Lord Inquisitor's errands.

After that, events unfurled quickly. The presence of the Death Cult and unusual signatures in the sky were but the tip of the iceberg, there was a tremor, a disturbance, in the Force that rippled through the Dark Lord mere moments before the roof of the capitol building collapsed from the weight of a drop pod. Out emerged a beast of tooth and claw, ragged armor plating strapped to its scaly hide. Atop it rode a man, one that had trundled around the galaxy as a mere footnote.

Perhaps he'd try his luck at becoming more than a throwaway line in a textbook.

Carnifex merely sighed as Lady Avacyn finally got around to joining them, "We have unwanted guests, Valkyries. I doubt this brigand on the roof will be the last of them. I charge you with upholding our Law, and rooting out these miscreants. Atonement is not a priority, only excision." The Dark Lord unclipped one of his lightsabers from his side, sparking its blade into existence with a violent snap-hiss. "Show them the power of the Dark Side, and bring their skulls to me."

 

[Kaiza Pawaro]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4QqW-yc1yQ​

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Location: Mirial, Capital city
Allies: [member="Liuna Ondizi"] | [member="Cardinam"] | [member="Lara Fairfax"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Kal Visna"] | [member="Cassius Droma"] | [member="Europa Draav"]
Enemies: [member="Jartris Entumaa"] | [member="Aurelius Morday"]
Equipment

Spoiler

• Battle Armour
• Defender of the Light

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“Ciba. I’ll have to visit you there once Mirial’s free.” Kaiza replied with a soft smile, giving them both something to look forward to and establishing a sense of camaraderie. In grim and tense situations like this, it was important to see the shining beacon of hope future offered – rebuilding Mirial and seeing it prosper after so many years of fear and darkness. She knew she’d certainly assist her people once Sith no longer strangled the cold, yet beautiful world in their ruthless grip.

Was the old monastery still there, sitting atop the mountains and silently watching over Little Mirial? She could only pray Fate’s been merciful to the majestic structure.

The need to visit her village was strong, but establishing a foothold in the capital city and liberating it first presented a key step in freeing the entire planet.

Ironically enough, the heavily armoured Padawan had never visited the capital before. There was never any need for her to do so – if the family needed anything, they usually got it from another farmer. Only once per month did her father drive into the capital, bringing back exotic food and possibly a wooden toy or two for her. Their self-sufficient way of life meant at least a small degree of freedom – something the fiery-spirited farming community valued above all else and would die for.

Excitement started to nibble at her inner composure again. Deep breaths proved crucial in calming down, followed by a Jedi technique known as Meditation of Emptiness. Achieving deep inner peace meant silencing all outside distractions and soothing the Mirialan’s troubled mind. Altus spoor presented another self-directed ability – one allowing a Jedi to increase their focus on the Force. In that moment, the teenage Padawan basked in peace and tranquillity, letting them wash away the terrible anxiety in her stomach.

And then the stealthed vessel thudded down, marking their time to leave its confines and tread Mirial’s sacred soil on foot. Wanting to witness the world with her own eyes, Kaiza rejected the idea of closing the phrik helmet covering her head. Such actions had their time, just like igniting a lightsaber. Although the hilt found itself resting in her weapon hand, it remained sleeping in silence, waiting its master’s command to burst into existence. She guessed there was no avoiding it for much longer. Not when she wanted to drive the Sith back and free her people from shackles of tyranny. At the same time, the young student refused to take more lives than necessary.

If a Jedi ignites his lightsaber, he must be ready to take a life.

Gauntleted fingers curled around the cylinder even tighter.

Mirial did not look like much as she stepped out of the stealth frigate. Cold and dry, the planet greeted her with its typical chilly breeze that stroked the Jedi's exposed Padawan braid. But to the yellow-skinned, raven haired girl, it was the most beautiful place in the galaxy, for she called Mirial home.

"Home," her lips muttered, "I'm back home."

Joy and disbelief alike resonated in her voice. Teary eyed, Kaiza's grateful emerald gaze turned towards the capital, seeing its greatness for the very first time. Once a mother of all cities according to old legends, it was high time to restore her former glory. And so she set off, unafraid and ready to do what had to be done. A brilliant blade of azure coloured plasma sprang to life with a characteristic snap-hiss, its glow reflecting off her shining armour.

 

[NT-6922]

Integrated High Head Display:

Location: Mirial | The Capital.
Objective: Deploy on Mirial
Allies: The Silver Jedi Order
Enemies: The Sith Empire

WARNING: IDENTIFY TARGETS WITH CARE.


Natassia gazed down at her helmet as her drop ship approached Mirial's Capital. Silence reigned supreme aboard; everyone was on edge, preparing for what was to come next. Reflecting before each battle was something she did in her later days of the Empire, and now, as part of the Order? It was all the more frequent... and peaceful.
She accepted what she was, and why she was. And she accepted the absolute inevitability of her death; it might be this very day, or a few decades later. But that changed nothing to her purpose.
"By the blood of our ancestors", she murmured as she picked up the battle rifle and inserted the magazine, the familiar sound comforting her. "by the blood of our heirs", she continued as she put the helmet back on her head and activated the high-head display, the countdown until deployment appearing in the upper-right corner.
"We swore to uphold our covenant, even to our dying breath."

The ramp was lowered, and those in the drop ship rushed out past her. Those that could be saved would be placed to safety and evacuated; those who were lost to the strange affliction would be put out of their misery. It was refreshingly simple; it wasn't the same as advancing through a besieged city and crushing rebels. It felt... right.
Urged by the pilot, Natassia too left the drop ship, who left with the promise to pick them up later on. Looking at the chaotic city around them, she checked her motion sensors. Non-lethal equipment was something she used on scoundrels, petty thieves. Undead and Sith? These were eligible for a three-round burst of her rifle.
"Even now, enemies stand to question our might", she continued as the small squad advanced through the streets, the smoke and fire inhibiting their line of sight. But they heard the wailing before they saw them, and made ready for what was to come.
"We shall grind them into dust, and continue our march to glorious salvation!"

Never did she think the mantra could apply to such an alignment, but it did. And she was thankful that this element of her past was there to anchor her in the darkest hour.
And she could have sworn she heard the voices of all these men and women who served under her echoing the last sentence in her ears.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Mirial | The Capital.
Objective: Scribble no more.
Allies: The Sith Empire & Mirial. - Right now, [member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Lord Depravious"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Sal Zambrano"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi. [member="RC 212"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"]
Misguided Ones: Later perhaps, [member="Liuna Ondizi"]

The Council of Mirial consisted of the planet's most influential Mirialans.

Each one of them had a distinct region they oversaw; from the domestic industry to the defensive forces, public health, important things that couldn't be simply ignored out of convenience. They were the ones practically living in the capitol building and making sure that in cooperation with the Empire that Mirial would find itself better, stronger and more equipped to deal with whatever the Galaxy threw at them.

They were scared right now.

"My Lords," One of them addressed, before silence fell soon after.

"...yes?"

Part of him wondered if they still weren't used to a peacock addressing them, because they kept sending glances over to Vitor. To see if he would take charge of this conversation... this did not happen.

"It's chaos out there, m'Lord. One of the skyscrapers in the lower districts was hit by some kind of... debris? We aren't sure yet, but the casualties are ramping up. We are getting messages of- of...." The Mirialan sighed, trying to contain his shivering, before drawing strength from one of the councilmen next to him.

"We are under attack, my Lord, we are raising the militias to help your troopers."

The Thirriken blinked, before shaking his head. "Councilman, we spoke about this- your militia isn't ready yet to-"

Novak, an older man who oversaw the defense forces of Mirial, shook his head. "With all do respect, my Lord, that is not up to you. We are tired of running, of being beaten down. We are being attacked and we will defend our home from whoever this-" Before Novak could continue a heavy shudder roamed through the building. The floor shook beneath them and one of the Mirialans tripped, only barely being supported by the one next to him.

A wounded Saaraishash Inquisitor stumbled into the room and beyond the corridor behind him it was chaos.

Parts of the building simply ripped to shreds, corpses, people crawling about with sharp metal stuck inside of them. Some of them were Sith, his people, others were Mirialans simply working for their government. A roar shook the building as something deeper in the complex started a rampage that would surely take even more lives.

Novak's eyes had gone wide, but his jaw was set. "They are here."

Throughout all of this Tai finally felt something akin to fear, they had struck the capital itself, the cultists? The Jedi already here? They didn't know enough, not nearly enough.

"Avendahl, we are evacuating councilmen. The Dark Lord himself is here- he can handle whatever is being thrown at all of us." The Thirriken had to believe that, because if Zambrano fell now? That would strike a blow against the Empire he was building. They were building, but he couldn't help him now.

Not with a dozen Mirialan councilmen dazed and only one of them with an idea on what to do.

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Mirial heading into the capital city
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE, their allies and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Objective: Liberate Mirial from the Sith

Jairdain had exited the shuttle when it landed just at the outskirts of the so called capital city of Mirial. She not only sensed the darkness of the sith here, but also the left over effects of the planet's previous occupation. A corruption of the people. What was wrong with them, she could not tell. Avoiding the pockets of these people she felt, the woman made her way into the city proper.

Here the people of Mirial had pushed out the corrupted ones and were clearly upset. The surprise landing of the Silver's and allies had been as much of a shock to them as it was to the Sith that were currently here. Why were so many here now? That had Jairdain concerned. The amount of sith numbers here could mean they were reasserting their control of the population. They would of course portray themselves as right and just in their cause, bring aid and help to the population. Gain the trust of the people here and once they got that, then the sith would change and bring the people under the thumb of control.

Turning her gaze up at the sky for a moment, Jairdain sensed the craft coming in that contained a rancor. What was going on? The sound of it hitting the only really advanced building in the city reached her ears and she let out of a brief cringe at the sound. If they didn't already know they were here, the sith would know now. Her hand moved down to her saber hilt and Jairdain cautiously continued her advance into the city proper.

The Sith here were so much in the dark, they couldn't see what the Jedi were doing. Jairdain knew where she needed to go now and with a sudden new purpose walked in the direction of where the crash had happened. The fate of the day would be decided there.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Capitol Building, Mirial
Objective: Save the Mirialan Council.
Allies: The Sith Empire & Mirial. - Right now, [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Lord Depravious"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Sal Zambrano"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi. [member="RC 212"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | Potentially, eventually [member="Marek S'hadar"]
Misguided Ones: Later perhaps, [member="Liuna Ondizi"]


At first, Vitor absolutely focused on the discussion at hand with the Lord Inquisitor taking the reigns of the conversation. Gradually, Avendahl's feeling of threat grew. The alert in the back of his head pulsating stronger and stronger with each passing second till the conversation in the council seemed to blur into babbling.

And then it happened.

An explosion and the ground shaking, making Vitor struggle for balance. The feeling of trouble was gone. It had materialized into reality.

The doors behind them slid open revealing an injured Inquisitor and chaos behind him. Blood splattered on the walls from the impact, body parts dismembered as chunks of building material had fallen upon unlucky government workers. These cultists were certainly hungry for death.

Saarai's voice broke through the mayhem and instructed him on the priority of the situation. The Dark Lord being on Mirial was certainly a new piece of information. Vitor really had to up his game in terms of intel gathering.

"Understood." The Lord Adjudicator nodded and turned towards the most stable of the councilmen who pointed towards the wall gasping for air. He realized the dust that had risen from the crashing of whatever it was into the building had brought difficulties to air intake to the elder. Vitor, on the other hand, had the Force.

He looked into the wall but saw nothing.

At first.

The Force flowed and the picture before him changed.

An emergency exit, well concealed. From distance Vitor brought his hand up and the power of the ethereal crushed the designated area imploding a hidden door into what seemed to be a dimly lit tunnel going downwards.

Not surprisingly a moment later a few more Inquisitor agents had materialized seemingly out of nowhere. A normal procedure to regroup at their leader. They followed Saarai's instruction to help the council men up and going into the tunnel.

"Let's go, my Lord." Vitor urged his former master calmly.

 

[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"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi & Allies - [member="RC 212"]
Equipment: [SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]2x Sith Lightsabers | Armour | Oculus

Vaylin inclined her head slightly, thoughts linger on Kaine's words. She had felt a disturbance in the Force for a while now, but it seemed the Dark Lord had been sensing it for a lot longer - enough that he had deliberate followed it to the source, which appeared to be Mirial; right now.

The group walked with Kaine, moving down the halls as idle chatter was passed between everyone. Suddenly Vaylin felt a couple smol presences heading their way. She blinked several times, expression one of disbelief as she saw [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] and another Nezumi approach and stop for a moment to address Kaine before running off again.

"Um...was I the only one to see-" Vaylin cut herself off, gaze immediately flickering over to Aria. Who had a completely different reaction to her; seeing something more cute than bemusing in the Zabrak's case.

"What was that Vaylin?" Her master turned to look her way, but the Zabrak shook it off.

"Oh, nothing. Let's just carrying on shall we?" She spoke a bit hastily, moving back into the same walking pace as the group. A few minutes later Kaalia finally rejoined them, but within that same time Vaylin felt that disturbance increasing - something was about to happen...

Suddenly a loud boom echoed across the city and towards the Capitol Building. Vaylin quickly jogged over to a window and looked out, immediately spotting a single skyscraper was on fire. Weren't there civilians homed in there?

"Something just crashed into one of the skyscrapers, looks like several other objects are soaring down from the atmosphere..." As she continued to speak she could hear more impacts hitting down throughout the city. It became apparent they were under attack. The question was, who? Vaylin turned to look at Aria, who was equally confused but a familiar smile appeared on her master's face.

"Rarely a dull day is there?" The two of them shared a knowing look, it was time to bring hell upon someone - Valkyrie style.

But then not a moment later, another explosion rocked the building, this time much closer. Something had dropped on top of the Capitol Building, through the roof and landed somewhere else within. Immediately screams and panic began to fill the air, those of the civilians that had been caught in whatever had been dropped in.

Then something roared, and Vaylin grew tense and looked around at everyone present.

"That's a karking rancor, who the chit drops one of those into this?!" The Zabrak shook her head, grabbing one of her lightsabers and nodding to Kaine. Her attention became focused on her Valkyrie sisters, it was time to fly into the battle.

 

[Lark]

Location: Mirial
Objective: Protect the civilians from wanton chaos
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJO, [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] if you want

"Sir," A Sith Trooper said, approaching his position near the theater. "You need to see this."

"I already have," Lark muttered. His Svarrif had seen what was transpiring, whispering of the Jedi's foolish act of war. "Dark wings bring dark words, I'm afraid," he announced to the owner of the theater and the Suveec twins. "We've just received word that the Silver Jedi have launched an assault on Mirial."

In a moment of shock one often made a face of passive disbelief, the minds of those unaccustomed to warfare and moments of terror had a hard time believing that such chaos could ever occur near them. But then, once they realized the full gravity of the situation, they froze. And after that, like a wild beast, they panicked. "The... the Jedi are invading?" The male twin asked, clearly disturbed. "But why? I don't understand, we're rebuilding! Why would they strike when we're at our most vulnerable?"

"I suspect you've answered your own question. But worry not. We have shelters and safe zones built for this specific purpose. I'll guide you there, and The Sith will ensure these virulent invaders never silence your song." The owner and the twins nodded, the latter of whom both comforted their sibling. Lark quickly walked over to the leader of the squad that had been patrolling nearby. "Focus on evacuating civilians to safe zones." An order Lark never thought he would have to give.

The soldier nodded, taking the bulk of his squad with him but leaving a few men and women with Lark to help escort the owner, the twins, and those that were helping rebuild the theater to safety. "Follow me, and please remain calm. Further panic will only-"

A sudden whirring sound hissed directly above them, followed by a rapturous crash. A drop pod collided with a skyscraper, and mounds of rubble and debris fell from the heavens.

Right towards where Lark's group was running to.

"Stop!" Lark rushed forward, but in the chaos that waged around them his soft voice could not be heard, a whisper against all of the rumbling insanity. He reached out with the Force, but the debris was to heavy, he couldn't even slow it down. The Suveec twins, whose voices once inspired thousands, were buried beneath tons of rock and metal. Never again would their harmonious voices sing out in passionate song. Never again would the owner of such an admirable theater look on with pride as his work touched the hearts of the native people he cared so much about. Lark slowly approached the mound of rubble, noticing the head, and only the head, of the female twin laying nearby.

A few construction workers who avoided the blast huddled nearby, any air of composure they had before vanished alongside a bright future for the Suveec twins. "Get them to the closest shelter," Lark ordered. "I've got to help out those in the tower." It looked like it could come collapsing down at any moment. He leaped up into the burning building, on the look out for any survivors.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Location: LAAT dropship, inbound to ground
Objective: Local Garrison and Air defenses
Allies: Silver Jedi Order, [member="Roona Osmari"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire

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Colonel Calderon tightened his grip on his seat as the trio of dropships roared toward their destination. Combat drops never got easier, -never.- Yet, a split moment of seeing their new team member flash a smile at the young officer seemed to put his chaotic mind at ease.

"Colonel Calderon!" The door gunner of the dropship first team occupied pulled himself through the mess of wires and soldiers to reach him.

"Sir, looks like a bioweapon threat just popped up in the city."

"Karkin' undead, can't just stay buried can they?" Specialist Jim Lowder, first team's explosive specialist yelled out, yanking back the bolt on his assault ripper, showing he was just as ready for combat as ever now.

"We've delt with them before, Lowder. We'll do it again." Harris responded, his Visor illuminating a bright blue, showing the initialization of his HUD systems.

Valkren hated the idea of mangled corpses disturbed from their rest, only to be used for more combat. To him, he'd prefer to let the dead stay dead. Most had perished in battle and it was just pure evil to bring the bodies back for even more scenes of war, no matter what state they were in.

"This doesn't change the mission, rangers! We secure the LZ as soon as we hit it, then make our way into the city! We hit the air defenses first before they can realize what they're dealing with. With the anti-air out, CAS will have a much easier time providing support!"

The pilot's voice buzzed in, "Insertion in five minutes!"

The co-pilots followed soon after as the dropship rocked violently due to a well placed grouping of flak, "Hold on to your butts people, bad guys all around!"

Valkren looked down, checking his own assault ripper by yanking back the bolt. He'd shift his helmeted gaze over to his side where Echo now sat.

"Welcome to the Raiders, Sergeant."

Not a minute later, the nose of first team's LAAT lifted up, the light on the inside of the troop bay flashing green to signalize their insertion. Yells and cheers followed as Valkren was the first to unhook himself from his seat, his boots landing with a thud into the tundra-like terrain. The rest of first team followed, the rangers spreading out and making a security perimeter with their mix of blasters, rifles, and rotary cannons.

The other two LAAT's dropped the rest of the Radama Raiders at a staggered pace, letting the team before them clear the LZ before dropping their own load.

Colonel Calderon lifted his hand in the air, signalizing the now grounded platoon of rangers to move forward.

"Destination is a couple klicks north of us. We'll have to cut through a block or two if we want to reach it on time! Watch your corners and your battle buddies back! Now lets get some!"

With that, the rangers shouldered their mix of intimidating weapons and advanced toward the streets that would eventually lead them to their objective. Once on the streets, they'd split into two groups to remain on either side of the street, using the buildings as cover as first team and Calderon led the way.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Airspace over Mirial​

Objective: The Empire Strikes Back

The first alerts that something was amiss came when the proximity alarms from the city screeched. A singular pod had crashed through a building, wreaking havoc on the structure and raining down hell on the citizenry below. Already embroiled in the throes of conflict with the undead menace, the people of Mirial were dependent upon the Sith Empire to react to this situation, if only to ensure the continuance of their civilization.

An unjust Empire would have left them to fail.

This Empire was not.

"Sir, multiple anomalies detected, and we have a shaky visual on several craft that were able to slip through before we mobilized the TIEs. What are your orders?"

Alkor did not miss a beat. "We cannot allow anything further to breach the blockade. Have Blackblade Squadron engage the landing groups and force them off their vectors. There is to be no bombing within civilian heavy areas; nonetheless, I will authorize such measures if you can get those ships to drop in wide, open areas. Slaughter any resistance to this effort."

"Affirmative, sir."

"Scramble the remnants of our TIE squadrons, establish a perimeter approximately one parsec out from the edge of the fleet. Anything that moves in our direction without a proper hail should be met with extreme hostility." Alkor turned to address the Tactical Officer now, his eyes Stern and filled with malice. "You see, Officer," he growled, "it pays to be prepared. Have them ready my TIE Silencer for flight, I will assure that nothing else is allowed to enter the system myself."

"Another alert, sir," the communications officer called back, "it appears they have scrambled several landing units. Their numbers are unconfirmed due to a strange cloud of what appears to be chaff blocking our sensor arrays."

"Understood," Alkor snapped. "Tactical Officer, resume your duties as normal. Treat this engagement as an invasion scenario and react in kind."

"Yes, sir!"

Alkor stormed off the bridge toward the hangar bay.

"What is the status report on the two Interdictors?" The Officer questioned.

"Ready within minutes, sir," the communications officer replied. "We will have to deal with anything that jumps into the system before that, however."

Priority: @All Silver Jedi Landing Personnel, Interceptors are inbound on your position, harrying your dropships, please consider.

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Location: Mirial | The Capital
Objective: Discover what the Cult is up to this time.
Allies: TSE- [member="Naamah"] [member="Cle-Var-Ri"] inbound
Enemies: Cultists/Separatists, probably SJO

Hirou and Tiba lurked above the group in discussion. Watching. Listening.

Their comms had been turned off before entering the building, so they had no idea that the information they were hearing now was already known to [member="Darth Saarai"], [member="Darth Lykos"] and [member="Vitor Avendahl"]. They had no idea that they were in terrible danger- at least, not more so than any Nezumi ever was in.

For now, they just listened.

"The chaos is spreading-"

The tallest figure, face slashed black with tattoos Hirou did not recognize, interrupted.

"Yes, yes, but chaos is not, and never has been our goal. How many of the rebels are actually ours?"

The shorter one shrugged delicately.

"Only a few. Most of the ones who made contact with the Silver Jedi have no idea that they have been manipulated into that course of actions. In truth, we didn't have to manipulate most of them at all. There are always dissidents with a regime change, and Mirial has been passed from hand to hand again and again. The Jedi. Mandalorians. The Dominion. Now the Sith. Each has brought something different and uncomfortable to Mirial.... some worse than others."

One of the men muttered something under his breath about the thrice cursed mandalorians, but fell silent again with a look.

"We kept our actual members by and large away from the Jedi. It would have been a risk, if they had been too nosy. No, better to use others to contact them."

"I don't like," the tall one muttered darkly, "how many of our own have fallen."

The shorter one arched an eyebrow slowly.

"That is why we called the Jedi here. To feed off of the deaths that will rise in the chaos of their fight with the Sith. Of course it is shameful that they seem to be so...... casual.... about acceptable casualties. I am surprised, in truth, by their methods, but there is nothing we can do about that now. But we knew our own people would die. And their deaths will not be in vain. They will fuel us. Power us."

His eyes shone with a zealot's light.

"Allow us to rise up and remove them all from our planet, once and for all. The more they kill, the more people die.... the stronger we will become, brothers. And when enough blood has been shed....."

Hand closed into a fist.

"They will know despair. And Mirial will be ours again."

Hirou and Tiba looked at each other with wide eyes. Nodding silently, they didn't need to speak to agree that they had heard everything they needed to hear. Slowly, carefully, they started to back track across the beam.

"Fat..... juicy...... mices....."

The thick, slavering voice came from the end of the beam, between them and their exit. Turning around, their hearts racing. A smallish Skraal (still huge to the tiny Nezumi), perched there, claws digging into the half rotted wood.

"Gerg will eats you, yes, Gerg will," it burbled, yellow teeth clacking at the pair. "They said the mices would come back! And Gerg would just have to waaaaaaits. And Gerg did! Gerg waited. And waited. But mices never came!"

He.... it.... gave them an almost mournful stare. It started to advance, slowly along the beam as the two Nezumi backed up. Hirou pushed Tiba behind them, pulling out the small tube they had been working on before.

"But now.... mices here! They said be pa-" it stopped, thinking hard. "Be pater- Um. Pateriant."

Tiba couldn't help it.

"Um. Patient?" She squeaked.

"YESSSsssss," the Skraal crowed and suddenly every eye below them was trained up.

"It's the peacock's damnable MICE again! Gerg! Just eat them already!"

The skraal licked its rubbery lips. Wiggling its hindquarters, it LEAPED at the pair.

 

[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....

Main Enemy: [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Secondary Enemies: [member="Vaylin"] [member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Darth Saarai"]

Allies so far: [member="Valkren Calderon"]

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The carnage continued. Despite popular belief Rc had spent quite a bit of time in the company of many a dark lord. Ashin Kaarde, later revealed to be Ashin Varinin for one. Jorus's sister Rave Merrill. He'd learned to raise rancors, how to tame them. And this what he had done to this one. so as they thundered down the hallways, destroying the building from within he kept a careful eye on each target.

Inhabitants without a Sith Empire seal were left to flee or do what they will. But those with.

*Blap-brrrrrrrt* another salvo of white hot metal shards ripped from his Verpine Shatter gun, shredding armor and skin of a few Sith Troopers. RC grinned, catching the Rancor bat them over, and clamp it's jaws down on another, swinging back and forth until his neck broke from the inertia. But alas it was boring on this floor. It was time to truly get into the fight.

"Alright buddy. Floor smash!"

The Rancor complied, taking both claws and smashing the floor. Over and over until a sizeable hole had been created, beams ripped asunder under its insane muscles. RC readied a few Forcebreaker Grenades, cooking them and then stopping them at one second. Then he holstered his Verpine shatter gun as they continued to rip through floor after floor.

"Next stop lobby baby!"

The last floor groaned and then was ripped away as terrified Sith Troopers fled the scene.

He was at ground level now, and hurled three of the force breaker grenades, watching them detonate like fireworks. Smoke filled the room, and he un-holstered his LJ-50 Concussion rifle from his back, charging it with his left hand. His knees dug deep into the creatures sides, controlling it via voice command and pressure.

Several signatures showed up fast approaching in his HUD.

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"Come to papi baby!"​

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Location: Mirial Capital - The Slums.​

Objective: Find a cure​

Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

Enemies: The Silver Jedi - [member="Lina Renning"] [member="Madeline Roux"]​

No sooner had Saba slammed the door behind her did it open again. Calina did not look up, engrossed in her work. The inhibitors were failing to maintain a suitable grasp on the virus. Perhaps she’d need to approach it differently, rather than inhibiting the virus, create an anti virus to destroy it. She pursed her lips and lifted her head to look at the cyborg.

"I've brought you fresh meat."

Calina blinked. “You’re late.” she commented, it wasn’t a complaint, just a fact. Ice blue eyes flicked to the creature in the cage, now thrashing wildly to try and gt at Calina’s subjects who made a point of flattening themselves even more against the far walls of their prison, before flicking back to the cyborg, a frown forming on her face.This one had the same face of the Kerrigan woman, but Calina recalled bumping into her at a party and being curtly told she was not.

Stepping away from the microscope, she pulled her lightsaber from her white coat pocket and stepped to where the ‘old meat’ were strapped and activating it. She rang the sabe along the line of their necks, and then their midriffs to be sure they were dead before deactivating the blade and undoing the straps, using the force the shove the body parts out of the way. “Alright bring them over, set each cage in front of each restraint.” she instructed.

Extracting new undead from the cages was alway difficult when their favourite food was in the same room. As the first was unlocked Calina seized the zombie with the force and slammed in against the wall, manipulating each of its limbs from a safe distance and tieing it down.

At the other end of the lab, the door swung open again and Calina heard the distant rumble of...was it thunder? No, it sounded like a building collapsing. She frowned and stepped out from between the cages to look down at the new comer. “Lady Arcanix thought you might want another subject.”

Calina nodded, beckoning him down with the fourth beast and leaving the HRD’s to finish extracting and restraining them and snatching her com-link from the bench. “Saba, report.”

There was a pause before her voice crackled from the com-link for all to hear. “The Jedi are attacking.” Calina blinked and looked up at Enyo.

“Why in the hell would they do that?”

Another pause. “Saba, gather your men. I want lab defence their priority.”

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Mirial Capital - The Slums.
Objective: Do stuff with my buddy Calina. Also probably shoot Jedi.
Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Calina Ovmar"], [member="Taeli Raaf"].
Enemies: The Silver Jedi - [member="Lina Renning"], [member="Madeline Roux"]. Open to being engaged by Jedi in general.


"Your progress seems slow," Enyo responded emotionlessly. If this had come from the mouth of an overbearing Sith Master, it might have sounded like an accusation. But her tone made it a bland observation. Even if the zombies had manifested an appetite for the meat of dark Force-users, they could not pass on their condition to her. You could not infect someone who was already dead.


Regardless, she headed over to the wall where the restraints were and set her cage down. The zombie was quite unhappy about being locked up in the first place. So when the cage was unlocked, it tried to pounce - and ended up leaping straight into her mechanical fist. Ouch. It tried to scratch and bite her with its claws and teeth. She rammed the beast with her armoured shoulder and pinned it to the wall. Then she proceeded to quickly and professionally tie it down. After the creature had been secured, she turned away. It continued to hiss and try to escape its cage, but that was quite futile.


Then suddenly there was loud noise akin to the boom of thunder - or of a collapsing building. The air was filled with the roar of engines . Her mechu-deru senses tingled. Calina and that of her minion confirmed what she suspected. She frowned slightly.


From a military perspective, invading Mirial at this hour was not a bad idea per se since notable Sith forces were tied up suppressing the self-inflicted zombie outbreak or dealing with Primeval insurgents. However, the planet was still far from Jedi-allied territory, which would make logistics a pain, and several Sith Masters were present in the capital, including the Empire's head of state. A successful decapacitation strike would be a significant blow against the Empire...but it would require successful decapacitation first. Furthermore, while the undead would not attack the dark masters unless provoked or denied the meat of peons, they had an appetite for Jedi flesh.


The hybrid felt something akin to a jolt shoot through her head. Rather than being something invasive, it was a transmission beamed into her skull by one of the Wasp droids she had deployed. These tiny mechanical scouts were excellent recon units. Presently, they mainly served the purpose of alerting her minions about concentrations of zombies or insurgents. Of course, they were also useful for keeping an eye on her Sith 'friends'. Trust was good, control was better.


Her red eyes flashed for a moment behind her human irises, when she perceived the image the wasp had transmitted. It showed two young women who resembled Jedi. They seemed en route towards their location. "Two Jedi are approaching the lab. Perhaps they can be your next test subjects," the Force Terminatrix spoke. She donned her helmet, covering her features. "Guard the facility," she ordered the two HRDs that had accompanied her. She marched towards the exit, and made her way towards the direction from which the Jedi were coming from, intending to intercept them. If they tried to enter the facility, they would run into her.

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

MEANWHILE ON KOL HURO

Darth Filiae raised a hand to cover her yawn, and put the macrobinoculars to the side. Stretching her hands out in front of her, she felt the pull between her shoulder blades and light pops from her spine as she moved for the first time in what seemed like weeks.

“Still nothing?” “Not a toe out of line.” “Any chance the intel was wrong?” “No. They must have called it off.” -the Chiss said with the outmost certainty, but there was doubt.

Leaning back in her chair, Darth Filiae cupped her hands in her lap and let the index finger of her right hand tap repeatedly on the metal knuckles of her cybernetic left.

“If you keep making that face, it will get stuck like that” “-What?” “You were making a face.”

Filiae was accompanied by a fellow member of the Saaraishash; Claadi Dawne. Claadi was local to Kol Huro and certainly had no affinity with the Force, but she had sharp eyes and quick hands, and she knew people. “Here” Claudi handed Filiae a lidded mug with a straw poking out of it. Filiae accepted it reluctantly while Claudi sat down and had a voracious sip of an identical container. Nethil sampled the flavour.

-It was warm, which was great repellant against the cold autumn night. It was also sweet and slightly thick, with a full-bodied flavour of dark roasted coffee beans and milky chocolate powder. Filiae found herself drawing a deeper and deeper sip, until an undissolved piece of chocolate powder travelled up the straw and lodged itself in the back of her throat.

Claudi laughed.

At first, Filiae felt embarrassed, angry even, but she heard no malice in the agent’s laugh. It was all rather unusual to one raised by a Lord of the Sith.

“Not a word about that to anyone.” “I swear, I won’t tell a soul.”

There was a quiet after. The drink tasted all the sweeter, but her attentions were drawn to Claudi’s exposed hand. It had to be cold, right? It looked pale, almost blue in the autumn night. Stopping mid-sip, Nethil put her blue hand next to Claudi’s, who did not move hers but curled the fingers slightly, opening a gap, a pathway to her palm. Filiae did the same, straw detaching from lip as fingers inched closer and-BEEPBEEPBEEP

“Darth Filiae, come in. Report promptly. Check the scans, and double check. I need data, now. Over.”

“This is Filiae. There is nothing in sight” She swallowed her irritation, Claudi retracted her hand and rose from her seat. Filiae looked at the scanners again, and up at the sky with her macrobinoculars for analog visual confirmation “Nothing. It’s a dud. No one has reported anything” -except a splinter at outpost 4- “And every outpost is live.” "Over."

The moment was lost.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Stealth Frigate
Objective: Liberation
Allies: Silver Jedi Order [[member="Cassius Droma"]|[member="Liuna Ondizi"] | [member="Cardinam"] | [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] | [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Lara Fairfax"]]

Enemies: The Sith Empire

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Shed was there among them, clad in her familiar grey flightsuit with her Saber holstered at her back. Except this time she was more than the other times. A bright orange rebel patch was the only insignia attached to the velcro and she was buzzing with unfamiliar sensations. some she recognized as corruption, from the presence of so many darksiders.

Inside her the beast stirred,longing to be released once more. the darkness was gathering.

She mounted her fighter, under the Command of Cassius her former associate of the Jedi Order. She trusted him enough, but did he still trust her? Did the Order even know of her various adventures around the galaxy of late?

​

Do I trust myself in so much death and destruction?​

Still she could care less. This was chance to take it to the enemy, and when word had come across of a mission she jumped on it. and she asked to fly Cassius wing, personally.

She flipped a few switches then locked her cockpit closed, firing up the drives of the StealthX. They burst to life with a dull roar and she grinned,dialling down the inertial compensator to fifty. She'd feel every turn and every gee now. though not enough to knock her out, but enough to get her blood pumping in the way she so loved.

"Green two standing bye. Prepped and ready. Give the word Green leader."

Her last act was to slap her helmet, sealing it shut. Her black gloved hands met the yoke, fingers flexing as she found her familiar hold, and felt the reassurance of the black surge through her like an electrical storm....

 

[WelshPsych]

Objective: Fight Krest
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Krest"] TSE

Yuroic watched as Jairdain headed off on another shuttle. He jumped on one heading to the capital, he looked around at the soldiers, some were nervous others were waiting eagerly. New recruits, not yet seen what war brings. Yuroic swallowed hard as he decided to give a rousing speech to the soldiers, inspire them. Then he heard the Sith Lord. Krest. He was on the planet. Yuroic gritted his teeth and clenched his fist tightly. Plans were dropped. He had his new target now. Revenge was his solo intention. "Drop me outside the capital pilot." He ordered.

"Sir, we have orders to go straight to the capital! We're meant to join the bulk group." Pilot replied, slightly surprised.

"Aye, you will, but get low enough so I can jump off! That is an order!" Yuroic barked. His impatience getting the better of him.

The pilot seemed too spooked to argue and obeyed his command. Dropping the shuttle lower, Yuroic jumped onto the surface and watched as the ship departed. Feet on the ground, his eyes searched out for Krest. Reaching out with the Force, Yuroic sent a message back to the Sith Lord. I am here Krest. Time you faced justice for your crimes. His anger was building deep in his stomach as he moved forward, igniting his interlocked sabers.

 

[NightSister]

LOCATION: Mirial -> Capitol Building
OBJECTIVE: Restoration effor- holy chit is that a rancor?
ALLIES: [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | @Lord Derpravious | [member="Sal Zambrano"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] | Sith Empire
ENEMIES: [member="RC 212"] | A...rancor, I guess | Silver Jedi Order

Just this once, Aria was not particularly in the mood for unwanted guests.

They were here on business. They were busy. There were more pressing matters than dealing with a rancor, of all things. A restoration effort was hardly high on the list of her favourite things to do but still - the Valkyries were otherwise occupied.

But if they had enemies showing up uninvited, frustration wouldn't be much of a weapon.
And Aria never shied away from a fight.

"Well, this is some fight we'll have on our hands," the Sith remarked, expression torn between amusement and a frown. A telekinetic flick called her saberstaff to hand, and crimson blades extended at the push of a button - then she was smiling again as she looked around the group. "Excision it is. Can't promise their skulls will be left over." Depended what kind of fight they put up. Depended who they were.

Time to find out.

Aria did not pretend to be concerned about what danger a rancor posed to her. She was not especially concerned about what danger it might pose to the rest of the building, either - to the Sith herself, their fate was unimportant. But she was loyal to the Sith Empire for as long as she trusted that she could get something out of loyalty. She'd been given a task. Today, these people were under her protection.

"Let's go," she said with a gesture to Vaylin, and in a second the Sith Lord was off.

 

[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: Kill the Rancor

Sarlow was thrown aback by the sheer force of the incident, a rancor. Armored no less, dropping through the roof and once he had gotten his bearings his first thought was to try and tend to the wounded but the civilians impacted were already gone. An intern or two, maybe a few of the assistants, he wasn't sure. The man hadn't been there long enough but already he wondered what kind of Jedi they were dealing with. It didn't matter, was his second thought as he made haste toward his father. In eyes burned the hunger of the beast, and it was a hunger that would be satiated on this day.

The sigil on his cloak would be removed and as he ran past his father, it would be deposited with him. The crimson blade would fade behind him, as his own armor floated behind him. And the transformation began, from two feet to four paws each massive in their size for what was a wolf with a man, when the man was an Epicanthix pureblood from the Black-Iron Tyrant himself.

His movements within the capital building were enough to frighten anyone. He couldn't blame them and he needn't use his heightened senses to tell him where the Rancor was. As Sarlow thundered forward he noted the Valkyries, he knew not their names but knew of them from his father's conversations with mother. He had two options, one go straight for the rancor without them or two go barreling into the group and pick one up. If he picked one up there was a chance they could take both the rider and the rancor. Sarlow turned to catch up with them but his front paws moved faster than his back. Tail in the air like a rudder to help him make the turn, the wolf's body slammed into the wall causing more dust and debris to fall from the top.

Shaking it off he continued his movements, moving at a high rate of speed he dove his nose under one of the Valkyrie's and flipped them onto his back. Growls emitted from his throat as his alabaster fur moved through the still settling dust doing his best not to trample over the dead. He could see the rancor up ahead and began his lunge toward it with the hopes that the girl who had been chosen to ride would be quick enough on the draw to take the rider off.

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