Skirmish [SO/GA] Caldera Crisis

[Valette Puritis Yumia]

Senate Rotunda
Tags: Alicio Organa , Zahara Myneto , Natasi Fortan , Dracken Pryce , Regnar Sodun, Calista Aquiliux

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The time had finally come. Yumia knew that war was on its way. She was the representative of her people after all. When threats were brewing beyond the domes of Ord Providence, the young senator had a responsibility to understand from where it may come. The Sith were at the top of that list, no competition. Yumia was no strong believer in expansion, or isolation for that matter, but war was war. To ensure the safety and wellbeing of the citizens of the Galactic Alliance, an example had to be set.

"Any more details on this Sith expansion?" she asked one of her attendants.

"Nothing yet Madam Yumia," the woman answered, an older Godoan with grey hair. "It seems that we're in the early stages of contact, but nothing more has reached our ears."

"I see... Thank you," Yumia sighed. "I will take my seat now. Prepare my shuttle in advance. I'd like to return to the New Temple of the Goddess as soon as possible and begin preparations with the elder council."

"Yes Madam," the attendant answered, giving a bow.

With that out of the way Yumia made her way out to her seat. People were beginning to file in, and already one Senator was preaching to a handful of others in the Federalist wing. The representative of Foerost, was it? Valette kept her thoughts to herself, but she could not help but hear the passion in the woman's words. Hopefully she had some of that saved for the discussion. To be so outspoken before the arrival of the chancellor, Yumia noted, there surely had to be some intention. Nobody was ever this eager for war, not without a motive.

She sat patiently. Talks would begin soon enough, hopefully accompanied by more information. Whatever the case was, Ord Providence was prepared to contribute to the war effort, whatever that ended up being.

In a matter of moments, the delegates present would steer the future of the galaxy in a new direction. Yumia's spine shuddered with anticipation.

 

[Mago Leomax]

Loomi seemed ok, just fell down. He saw her smile a little, then dropped it. He didn't see like a lot of people, but he could still see the details of things around him and what he focused on. Color wasn't an option, however. He could even see past the outside make of things, peeling away the layers so to speak. He did so to look at her nose and the cartilage it was made up of, just to make sure it wasn't broken. It wasn't, just a bit bruised it looked like. Master Arani had taught him a bit of her medical practice, and he had read a couple of books on the subject.

She took in the scenery as he looked her over, and she said...

"D-do you think this will ever end?" the girl asked, maybe a bit naively.

He would blink if he had eyelids. "End?" He asked. "Of course it will. This will end and grass will grow again in the craters. It always ends at some point. But the important thing is that we save as many people as possible to enjoy what comes after the end." He smiled at her, unfaltering. "You good to keep helping people? Or do you need a rest?"

 

[Aelina Corsanis]

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Jasper Kai'el Firrerreo
Maksur, Maksayr, Ashlan Shinobue
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As the Transport shook and shuddered during the insert, Shani paid attention to her fellow knight giving a quick briefing about their mission. She'd been traveling in this direction on assignment when the distress call came in - and with it being former compatriots from the Crusade she was not going to ignore their cries. As the surface drew close she remembered her years out in this little corner of the galaxy - wondered how the Blades on Nathema were doing - or if they were still safe there.

The fact that they were there to make noise was a little uncomfortable for the Shadow - she was used to slinking around in the shadows, doing her best to avoid the enemy until she knew all of the facts of the situation - but she would do the best to complete their objective. "Right. We're going to make sure we can get them out of her alive."

Steeling her nerves, the Togruta launched herself from the hatch of the Transport, removing her blades from their sheathes as she sailed through the sky in a front flip. She expanded her sense in the force as her bare feet made contact with the ground, reaching out to find out where her allies and opponents were. The Blackened Songsteel blade of the Katana began to glow with a rose colored aura - taking the form of a swirling vortex of flower petals.

Following Jasper towards the sounds of the fighting, She kept her swords in a defensive fighting stance as they moved towards the fighting, welling the warmth of Ashla within herself for the coming fight. "Let's go."

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[Sonya Provost]

Alicio Organa - Dracken Pryce - Zahara Myneto - Natasi Fortan - Regnar Sodun - Calista Aquiliux - Valette Puritis Yumia​

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Sonya found little reason to enjoy her senatorial duties these days. Merit was fleeting in the web of bureaucracy and complacency that clogged this democratic body. Simple actions marred by the most heated rivalries, and most minor spats alike. She was plenty acquainted with political foot-dragging, but here it anguished her more than any other stage of her career.

Now they assembled once more to discuss the actions of a resurging Sith Order. The fact that it came as a surprise annoyed Sonya exponentially further. They had to have been more proactive. They had to have seen this coming. Because it happens every single time. The Sith were cockroaches; Maddeningly unkillable, slinking into the shadows the moment a light shines too bright. Then they bide their time, and by the time people get comfortable, a whole new brood has hatched.

The Montitian senator had an unwavering, stern expression etched on her face, staring out at the chatter of countless other representatives. Maybe if they were lucky, they could get through a whole session without someone pushing the most bald-faced profiteering act Sonya had heard yet. Subtlety was seemingly nonexistent in this generation of politicians. And really, many of them had no reason to be subtle.

“Senator?” The voice of her assistant broke past the din. Sonya turned around to face her, “Everything’s in order. We’re just waiting for the Chancellor to call the session.”

“Thank you, Greer,” The Senator droned, appreciation muted in her tone, but genuine, “I’ll handle things on my own from here. Take a coffee break or something.” Greer dipped her head, then took her leave. And Sonya returned to her blank-faced people watching.

 

[Darth Caedes]

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<< Beware, Jedi, for their flight to Elom is but a mirage of hope, concealing the relentless embrace of agony awaiting you all. The scorching sands shall become your people's fiery crucible. Its desert winds shall whisper secrets of torment. On that desolate world, their noble aspirations will crumble like ancient ruins, and the Force shall heed the anguished cries of their shattered faith. Embrace the darkness which engulfs you, Jedi, for it is the only path that shall grant you respite from the suffering that is to come. >>​

— Darth Caedes to an Ashlan Jedi p.o.w., prior​

• Elom​
• Sutta-class Battlecruisor — The Omen's Command Bridge​
• Objective I (PvP) — Sith Pursuit​
• Tags — Kyraj | Elmindra Xitaar | Darth Nwul | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble ​

Watching from the command bridge, Darth Caedes beheld as the churning blue of their hyperspace tunnel collapsed into star-lines, and the Omen emerged like thunder into space-normal. Before them, massive, lay the barren planet of Elom, its surface and orbit scarred with the detritus of warfare. Beneath the watchful gaze of the Kainite Sith armada, the Ashlan fleet scattered and broke, their battered vessels retreating to the sanctuary of Elom's surface, flickering lights and twisted hulls bespeaking a long and costly retreat.

"They flee like wounded prey," Caedes mused aloud, his voice laced with a dark satisfaction.​

"Let them scurry to the Galactic Alliance for refuge. It matters little. Elom will be their tomb."​

Around him, the Omen's Tiss'shar Rajakzânkut Officers hissed and clicked in eager anticipation.

"Ssshall we pursssue them in forcsse," asked Ag-Ro-Na, the Omen's Tactical Officer, her gaze shifting to a holo display depicting the remaining Ashlan craft darting towards the planet's atmosphere for haven.​

"Indeed," Caedes agreed stoically.​

"Ssa-Ran-Diip, prepare the Stolen Pride and activate the Wraithwalkers. Captain Xitaar, prepare our troops for ground assault. Make what preparations are required, then join me aboard my ship. A great power has arrived upon Elom, a dyad in the Force. The Jedi have grown overconfident, bringing both their Sword and Shield to a single vulnerable battlefront. The time has come to take matters into our own hands." ​

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Objective: 2 - Help people get out
Equipment: Lightsaber, Nightsister Energy Bow
Companion: Grisial
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Tag: Open |

"Grisial, are you sure it's this way?"

Dreidi was following her Vulptex as he led the way to what he had sniffed out as being some trapped and injured Ashlans. Dreidi hadn't been able to figure out where to go initially when they landed but Grisial had raced off, searching for people to help. Due to his size and race, he was able to squeeze through tiny gaps and hunt for those who might be missed or more difficult to reach without help. It was a solid idea and it also meant that Dreidi didn't have to take him on the front lines and fight some Sith. There were reports that where she was wasn't Sith free, but there was less chance of Grisial being harmed.

That was the main thing in her mind.

The emotions that Grisial was sharing with her was hurt, he was offended that she was questioning his skills, "I am not thinking you are lost, just we've been on this trail awhile now, are you sure this is the fast way."

A loud sniff and shake of Grisial's head, he was disapproving of her questions and continued to strut forward, Dreidi knew she was going to regret saying anything now as she followed the Vulptex forward. She could tell how annoyed and upset she made him, she'll just have to figure out the best way to make it up once this whole thing was over.

As they moved forward, Grisial froze in place and body pointed in a different direction to the one they had been following the trail. Danger was all she could tell was what he felt, danger and bad guys. "Yeah, okay, I'll keep an eye out for Sith. But keep pushing forward buddy, we gotta help those close by." Dreidi told Grisial, hopeful that the Sith would not find them.

 

[Darth Wallgof]

Objective: 1 - Hunt down some Jedi
Appearance: This
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Jonyna Si

It was time. The Sith Order had struck.

It was time for Wallgof to attempt to make his stand. To demonstrate that he was was worthy of his goal and that his path was correct. He was working from the shadows more now, this had been his first step publicly in years, but it was necessary. He needed to continue to show support for the other Sith, that they were not alone. But he wanted to highlight that there was perhaps another way to work, another way to approach the extinction of Jedi.

He arrived on the world and knew what he needed to do. He was aiming to corrupt to twist and manipulate others into doing as he wanted, in order to make his will theirs. These Jedi were weak and he was eager to show them that they would yield to whoever was strongest, whoever could demonstrate the true power of the Force. And only the Sith could do that, the Jedi were too passive, too weak to control the Force as it needed to be handled. He stepped from his ship, his tattered cloak blowing in the air behind him as he looked around. His gaze seeking out who would be next.

"Well Master, finally the Jedi will be on the backfoot. We will take charge here!" Wallgof informed Naga Sadow as he walked forward, igniting his blood red Lightsaber, the crimson blade was held in his left hand as he scoured around for where his targets would lay.

A group of Jedi close to him, perfect. Tapping into the Force, Wallgof began using Battle Meditation, demoralising them through the Force, dulling their actions and instilling fear into their hearts, it was the perfect tool to start his attack with. It would open their minds to being attacked and destroyed when he dominated them through the Force. Forcing them to witness horrific images, visions linked to their greatest fears while he bent them to his will. It was a skill that Wallgof had honed for decades now.

"Hello there Jedi, you must be searching for me." They were unable to hide from his presence as he reached forward into all of their minds, his powers attempting to influence the nameless Jedi before him. They will become his nameless slaves, warped to serve his will.

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[Jonyna Si]

Forcing them to witness horrific images, visions linked to their greatest fears while he bent them to his will. It was a skill that Wallgof had honed for decades now.

As the battle began, Jonyna had taken to helping those around her. The hordes of Sith soldiers didn't stand much of a chance against her four blades, and weakened apprentices of the sith didn't seem to plan for her cortosis blade. For the moment, Jonyna felt confident. She had the Nobles by her side, and a quadruplet of crystals behind her. But she knew this couldn't last forever. This was war after all.

But as soon as this new sith landed, she felt it. An oppressive pressure from the dark side. Steel yourself Cathar, this is what you trained for. Images raced through her mind, but she didn't seem to be affected by them, at least not outwardly.

"You!" She called out, igniting Lucy, a burst of flame lighting up the battlefield. "Leave my friends alone!"

She had gotten Giran back. She had returned to her home. She had trained with Valery Noble and Kahlil Noble

She was ready for this. She had to be ready...

Now was her greatest challenge. Fight a real sith lord.

Tag: Darth Wallgof

 

[Lily Decoria]

Objective: 1
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Training Saber
Tags: Bastila Sal-Soren | Erid Zodana |

Lily looked over to Bastila, she was definitely the sister of her Master, Briana. They looked very similar and Lily couldn't help but be impressed with how attractive her Master's family seemed to be.

"How are you feeling?" Lily asked the fellow Padawan, while Lily was combat skilled and very capable, she wasn't a warrior, she hadn't been in war. Her combat laid in sparring, one on one. She hadn't been expecting to fight Sith. Not since she fought Marcis Sorr who she questioned was actually a SIth since he was very different to the Sith she had read and was seeing today.

From her understanding, he would not chase a fleeing enemy too weak to fight.

Lily stretched her muscles and limbs, "I got your back." She mentioned to Bastila hoping that would comfort the Sal-Soren. She hadn't gotten to know Bastila well yet, they had met a couple times and she shared training session with her but this was probably the first chance they would have to know one another and actually get on missions together.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Prepared as we can be."

Kahlil let out a heavy sigh as he watched. It was like Aing-Tii all over again, but to think it was the Ashlan's that were on the run. Too many galactic powers fell and left far too many vulnerable. And the Sith certainly had no issue taking advantage of it, especially for their homeworlds. But rather than feel stressed or as if they weren't able to do enough as they couldn't for the Aing-Tii, he smiled.

They weren't alone this time. And they were prepared.

He stepped beside his wife, letting his influence over the Force run rampant and wild. The rune along the base of his spine flashed under his tunic as he turned his gaze towards the sky. And let his eyes narrow.

"They're not wasting any time. You ready?"

Valery Noble | Darth Caedes

 

[Darth Wallgof]

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Objective: 1 - Hunt down some Jedi
Appearance: This
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Jonyna Si

Wallgof sighed deeply. A voice was calling out to him.

He slashed one of the Jedi he had been corrupting down, they meant nothing to him and he demonstrate this with his actions.

"Friends?" His voice was deep and uncaring, he turned to face her, "such weak bonds. Such weakness for a Jedi. This is why your people fail, you keep attempting to forge poor bonds that lead to death and failures." There seemed to be plenty that this Cathar was carrying around with her and she was attempting to build herself up as someone ready to face him.

It was a shame that he was going to have to confront her with the harsh reality. There was no chance to be ready for the skills that Wallgof held, he raised his right hand and from his finger tips blasted a powerful Force Lightning. "I think you need to assess your commitment to the Light, I can sense the anger in you. The pain and frustrations."

His words came from a voice that was silky, alluring but dark and sinister. "Perhaps you would be better served understanding the true power that the Force could offer you, might help you defeat your enemies better." Wallgof mentioned, his Lightning was the distracting attack, his words meaningless triggers as his true intentions were to slowly break away at her mental defences, to whittle away at her mind. He was not bothered by fighting her, that was something he was unconcerned with.

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[Jonyna Si]

"Perhaps you would be better served understanding the true power that the Force could offer you, might help you defeat your enemies better."

"You know how many times I've heard that shpeal?" She frowned as she drew Liz, slashing out with a concussion wave of thunder launched out from the blade, as the sword seemed to absorb the lightning, sparking with energy as the bolts went from red to a golden hue. Jonyna held firm, her mind now stirring with her own fears.

Thunder raged in her mind, a storm of worry. Would she lose Giran again? Would all this be for naught?

No! It couldn't be. She was the last member of Si. The Roar of Cathar. A hero among jedi.

She charged the sith, ready to fight him head on. Now would be here moment of glory. Her day to save.

"First the Inquisitors, now you! You all talk about the true power of the force like you understand it at all!"

Darth Wallgof

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Sith Pursuit
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Open!

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"There they are, the last of the defilers limp away from their fate. Pathetic Jedi scum." Alisteri stared at the world of Elom outside of the shuttle's viewport as the ship descended into the atmosphere of the world. Another innocent bystander that was dragged into the Jedi's mess. Unfortunately the Kainites would be involved in this matter and Elom itself would undoubtedly suffer alongside the Ashlan remnants. A shame, but one that the Jedi would pay for. It was far from the first neutral world that they had invaded and made their stand on after all.

He glanced at the squads of Inquistion Troopers that were occupying the seating of the shuttle, their vessel but one of several that had started to enter into the atmosphere of Elom and speed towards the world below. Were it not for his personal insistence that the Inquisition have a hand in the reclamation of Korriban then more than likely they wouldn't be here at all, nor would the two carriers that had brought them and the fighter compliment that escorted the shuttles now.

Suddenly one of the fighters that he could see flying on the edge of the viewport veered off, heralding the click of a message from the console as the shuttle received a communication. :"Jedi ships arriving in system Knight Inquisitor, they're sending ships to the planet and engaging the fleet!": Well, that hadn't lasted very long.

He smothered a curse behind a growl of frustration and quickly tapped on the console to issue his orders. :"All fighter wings still on the carries will accompany them as they support the rest of the fleet in battle. Once our shuttles reach the ground I want the wing with us to start screening and searching for Jedi ships. I don't care if they're Ashlan, Alliance, or someone else. If they carry Jedi then I want them dead! We're not allowing these defilers to escape justice!":

The masked man looked at the shuttle's pilot and gestured to the quickly approaching planet below. "Get us down there now! We are not getting shot down today!" He didn't trust the Kainites to come and pick them up once all was said and done if their shuttles were out of commission. As the pilot got to work he tapped on the communications console again, this time transmitting to the rest of the shuttles and their occupants.

:"The Jedi are here to relieve their accursed brethren. They seek to let the Ashlans get away with their defilement and ruination of our worlds and people. They will not escape their fate. They will not escape our revenge. Justice will be delivered by the hands of the Inquisition, by our hands. Prepare for a hot landing and ready yourselves, we will not be denied! Do not engage the people of Elom unless they do so first, we are not conquerors this day.": The shuttles would be making their landings soon, and he could not wait for it.

 

[Shan Pavond]

• Padawan Pavond
• Elom
• Outfit (ignore the saber)
  
  Stay calm. Keep focus. Those were the key things Shan was trying to do but the screams of the refugees and the pure terror that seemed to be radiating off them hadn't been something the Padawan had been expecting. This was nothing like he had expected, having thought he would have been able to cope with the sight of it after living on Nar Shaddaa...But this was different to anything like that.
  
  Though he couldn't allow himself to be distracted. Refugees needed his help to get to the shuttles, that was the reason he had came here. And so Shan ran off into the crowd of refugees, away from the evacuation points to make sure there wasn't anyone who needed his help. The refugees who could still walk weren't the kind of people who would need his help. It was the refugees who couldn't move that Shan needed to help as he pushed and shoved his way through the crowd, keeping his eyes on the path around him for any collapsed refugees trying to escape the planet.
  
  Everything was starting to crumble around him. There were so many people who were screaming around him, their cries just echoing in his head. How was he meant to be able to do anything right now? It was all fine and dandy for him to think he could help people before he arrived, but now? He felt like a single twig trying to hold back a torrent of water. More and more he felt like he was threatening to break and crumble under the pressure...until he heard crying. It wasn't the same as the fear he heard around him, this sounded like a child crying and it snapped Shan out of his distress as he rushed over to the source, spotting a young child, perhaps no older than seven, stood off to the side of the path and sobbing their heart out.
  
  "Ma-Mama!" The child cried out repeatedly as Shan tried to lift the kid up into his arms, looking around for anyone who seemed to be looking for a lost child but the convoy of refugees just kept moving forward. "Where'd you last see your mama?" Maybe Shan could help find the child's mother so they could get out together...Though Shan felt his heart drop to his stomach as the child pointed off into the distance, far from the convoy. The hair on the back of his neck just seemed to stand up from even looking in that direction. Something felt wrong about it... "Sh-She told me to keep running...but I tripped and hurt my foot."
  
  Taking a quick look, Shan could see that the child's ankle seemed twisted and wasted no time in pulling the Force together to try and heal some of the injury. His lightsaber crystal helping to dull the kid's pain as they watched with wide eyes. Even after healing the child however, Shan didn't let them down. There was a chance that the kid could get hurt if he let them start running with the rest of the refugees. He could have carried the kid back himself...but he needed to at least try and see if he could find the kid's mother. He didn't want there to be more orphans in the galaxy...so Shan reached out with his spare hand to grab a passing refugee, pulling them off to the side. "You're taking this kid with you. Now." With that, he shoved the kid into the refugee's chest, not even giving them a choice. He was never this forceful or stern in his actions, but there was no other choice as the Padawan rushed off into the direction the child had pointed.
  
  What am I even doing? Why am I running towards the place that gives me the heebie jeebies? Shan groaned to himself as he split off from the convoy of refugees and followed the "heebie jeebies" he had been feeling. He kept his saber ignited, just to be safe. He had no clue who or what might be in the direction of where he was running. So even against his better judgement, Shan tried to focus ahead of him, trying to see what he could feel or sense. Sensing wasn't a skill that he was too proficient at though. It was always difficult for him to tell things apart, though he was trying to focus on something specific. Whatever was giving him this feeling of fear...That was where he needed to go.
  
  Nyaeli

 

[Firrerreo]

"The Jedi are here! Are you done? We need those damn reinforcements already!"

Panic, fear, doubt. They weren't an often shown emotion among the ranks of the Sith, but around this seemingly mild mannered Sith, they'd gotten used to letting those emotions show. Firrerreo gave them his trade mark stare. He showed no emotion, no care, before letting his eyes fall to the corpses he'd been provided. Red glowed around the clean dagger he'd kept on his side all these years before he plunged it into the first's heart.

The effect wasn't immediate, but the change was. As he moved to the next, the body writhed and turned, coming to life once more before it's features bloated and changed. What was once human flesh ripped apart to reveal something animalistic and wrong. Demonic. One by one he set about his work, changing corpse after corpse with practiced ease. It was that unsettling apathy that had the soldiers with him so panicked.

They were there as his guards, but the monsters he created were always the better soldiers.

"It is done. They will listen to your orders. Send them where you must, Commander Smith. Some will bring me more corpses so I might continue to grow the ranks."

It was a pretty simple system. Send out the wave of monsters to overwhelm in surprise, then have some bring him back more. In truth he didn't need the soldiers, but while his face only ever seemed to show apathy, he enjoyed having someone to do his bidding. Someone who's name he could use all he wanted. To Firrerreos names were power. It's why he had made sure all of these corpses still had their identification. Through naming them, he could freely change them.

He looked on as his new horde of monsters seemed to rush out of the darkness, screeching and roaring as they rush for their targets. The Ashlan, the Jedi, their allies, it mattered not. They'd wash over them all like a wave of teeth and claw.

Just as Firrerreo designed.

Jasper Kai'el | Aelina Corsanis

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

They ran.

After everything they'd put her through, the man who took her into that dreaded place and put her through so much hell. Conditioning, he called it. A mindflayer on a child was not conditioning. It infuriated her when she learned he'd ran from Dromund Kaas. He was the one she wanted to kill most of all. She needed to kill him. A metal like stone rippled around her as she walked among the other Sith.

Her dagger was gone now. All it'd taken was one trip to the Abyss and her whole life had changed. Sith yellow eyes scanned through the fighting. He was here. He was close. Rage filled her eyes as she saw him. She raised a hand. The metal shifted, reacting to her will as if it wasn't truly metal but liquid, slithering across the ground before erupting the path between her and him with jagged, brutal spikes.

"You won't run again you bastard!"

Braze

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

(PvE) Objective II — Refugee Crisis​

Flying out of the Defiance was a Tsrotzhu gunship heading for Elom's surface. Onboard within its conference room Minerva stood facing her commandos all geared up and making quick weapon inspections. Feeling the ship as it entered the atmosphere she looked from one side of the group to the opposite.

In their eyes she saw the hints of apprehension and concern from some. A few more displayed fury, likely directed toward the Sith. Others were seemingly stoic. All were determined. Understanding all of that Minerva without her helmet took a deep breath and released it.

"Once more the Sith rage against the galaxy. We knew they weren't gone and terrorizing out here. Now after enjoying a time of peace the Alliance finally decides to confront them. Calling upon us for the task ahead. Fortunately, unlike many in the Federation, we have kept our skills and senses sharpened."

She paused, letting it sink into her soldiers.

"Our objective is to aid the refugees fleeing the slaughter. Specifically to locate stragglers heading to the evacuation zones, eliminate any hostiles pursuing them and assist allied forces within our ability to do so. We fight until ordered otherwise. Any questions?"

There were none as the Talons remained and resolute. Proud of them Minerva said nothing else but gestured for them to head for the ramp. Quickly they all rushed off toward that direction. Alone Minerva looked at her helmet's T-visor, seeing some of her reflection even as the ship shook some more. Reminded of her late father she whispered in Mando'a.

"Oyacyir pirusti, ramaanar pirusti."

That is what he used to say to her as a child whenever things were at their worst. Then the ship's comms came to life with the pilot's voice.

"ETA three minutes!"

Putting on the helmet Minerva walked briskly away to join her platoon. Drawing her new rifle mid-walk for the occasion she set it to semi-automatic mode. Some of her fellow Talons whispered among themselves. Gakot gave his commander a nod before he and the others let her pass to get in front of the ramp.

Just as she did, the red light above them turned green and the ramp began to open with a whoosh and a bright light. The wind was so loud that Minevra could barely hear herself think, looking down as her vision cleared. Below was a labyrinth of stone and fire. She could even see in the distance blaster-fire, explosions and lightsabers clashing.

Without another moment's hesitation she charged out of the ship, diving to a nearby canyon. Following behind were her comrades and she and all of them activated their jetpacks steadying their course. Their time has come!

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Elom, Objective 1
Tags: Aelina Corsanis , Firrerreo

Lux Ultima​

"Right," Jasper nodded.

He'd waste no more time. With claymore in hand the knight began to tear his way through the ranks of the Sith that lie ahead, his force light-bathed blade burning through those standing in his way. Jasper took no pleasure in it, of course. He detested taking lives. It was necessary though to preserve the innocent, so he resolved to do what he must.

It wasn't long before the air was thick with potent darkness, the sound of claws and snarling carried on the wind. As a wave of monsters appeared in the distance, Jasper gritted his teeth.

"Sithspawn!" he identified. "Get ready!"

As the first few bounded forward, a swing of his sword reduced them to ash. Jasper's light may have not been very strong, but when concentrated into and enhanced by the force crystal core of the blade he carried it was potent enough to burn the most potent of Sith alchemy. Was it cheating? Perhaps, but Jasper sought to use the tools he had to the fullest, even if that meant using other means to enhance them.

"Let's keep moving," the Sentinel of Harmony continued as he cleaved through more of the oncoming horde. "We need to find the source before our allies are overwhelmed."

 

[Mnoi Akûti]

(PvP) Objective I — Sith Pursuit
First Sister

Spoiler: Equipment

Ship: Xandu-Class Starfighter
Weapons: M.I. Model 6M hybrid pistol - Mnirmi'ntima Dire Vibrosword
Armor: League Defense Force Fatigues - League Defense Force Tactical Poncho - Frostbane Cortosis Gauntlets

The Sith Offshoot known as Mnoi Akûti continued trekking the frozen mountainside. Thus far, he had not come across anyone. He was starting to think maybe he should have come with a better plan, instead of rushing out as soon as he heard the rumors of Sith in the area. The rumors had been true, but he wouldn't find them if he ended up lost out here. Some sort of tracking device or locator would have been really helpful right about now.

He paused to sit on a large boulder to think. Should he head back or continue forward? He suddenly heard a faint scream. Or, at least he thought he did. He wasn't entirely sure. It could have easily just been the cold wind blowing through the canyons. But he swore he could hear it again. He followed the direction in which he believed the sounds had originated. Indeed, they did seem to be growing louder.

He stood on a crest overlooking a cave. He could definitely hear the screams now, even see flashes of light coming from the cave. Quarry found. He pulled his pistol with his left hand, keeping his right over his shoulder on his sword hilt, ready to draw it in an instant. He made his way down to the mouth of the cave, passing by the charred remains of some soldiers. Inside was a bizarre sight, with some diminutive woman standing staring at a group of frightened people.

Without a word, he fired directly at the short Sith woman. She was nearly half his height, but she was Sith. Size, age, sex, none of that mattered. He'd get rid of any and all of them that he could. Nothing would stand in the way of his cold fury.

 

[Halkin au Kazamir]

Location: Elom
Objective: I
Tags: Kassogtha Cthylla

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It was somewhat stunning how quickly one could find themselves wrapped up in such an absurd scenario. What was intended as a day of some casual exploring with the possibility of some light looting had turned into a desperate escape from a space battle, followed by frenetic fighting on the surface of Dromund Kaas. Halkin now found himself on Elom, after a series of increasingly elaborate lies had landed him on a Sith warship. Now he was off of it, but not in the way he would have liked.

A group of Sith soldiers kicked down the door of an isolated home. It was a simple thing, two floors that faced a modest field of what was likely local produce. On the trip to the surface, Halkin had heard excitement amongst the troops, eager to get to robbing and raiding from anyone they could find. It was part of the job, they said. This particular squad was part of a larger operation that was carving a bloody path towards the refugee's escape site, using scorched earth tactics to ensure that no Ashlan got away.

They had gotten lucky this time, or unlucky, depending on how you looked at it. The inhabitants of the home were gone, but the residence was not empty. A trio of haggardly looking soldiers huddled on the floor together, a small pile of supplies around them. They looked as tired as they were dirty, and these guys looked like they've been dragged feet first through a swamp. They were quicker than their appearances would have communicated, as in the same instant that the door was kicked down, the three soldiers had their guns up. Sith troopers responded in turn, leaving the two sides frozen, neither wanting to fire the first shot and risk their own lives. A Sith soldier shouted, "Put 'em down! We might let you go if you do."

"And you'll shoot us in the back the second we leave? No thanks." Another Ashlan spoke, "Let us walk away, you can take what's left in the house, Ashla knows this family won't need it."

Halkin hesitated, it didn't feel so long ago that he himself had been in the same position as these Ashlan troops. Overwhelmed, exhausted, and unable to catch a break. He wasn't sure he bought into the obsession with annihilating the Ashlan that these Sith seemed to have, the troopers seemed to have the idea thoroughly inculcated, that was for sure. He fingered the stolen lightsaber on his belt, carefully pressing his body against the frame of the door so that he would be provided some kind of cover if blaster bolts started flying.