Campaign Spark of Rebellion: Imperial Twilight | TF vs DE

[Mother Askani]

TYTHON | OBJ 2. THE TIPPING POINT | FOUNDATION
Direct Tags: Briana Sal-Soren | Lossa Aureus | Vizion Trozky | Aron Brood
Indirect Tags: Danika Leventis | Connel Vanagor | Corazona von Ascania

The sky over Tython roils with blackened clouds, streaked by arcs of crimson lightning; the corruption had persisted for so long, swaying towards one side for so long. In a place like this, one that required balanced, the physical world was bound to be affected. Below, the temple of Akar Kesh loomed like a wound upon the land, its foundation cracked and veined. A spectral mist clings to the ruins, whispering with voices long forgotten, but the sounds were twisted.

From above, two battered Foundation transports punch through the turbulent winds, their thrusters flaring as they struggled to make a controlled descent onto a rocky outcrop just beyond the temple ground -- there was fighting happening, growing in intensity. The landing struts groaned as they met the corrupted soil, the ships settling into place amidst the howling wind.

With a hiss of depressurization, the transport doors slide open. Cloaked figures move swiftly down the ramps, their boots crunching against ancient stone. Askani emerged, her deep robes billowing in the turbulent winds, her face shadowed beneath her hood.

She strode forward and turned to face the others, she worked to cut through the howling winds like a blade; raising her voice as much as she could to be audible.

She raises a hand, and from within her cloak, she produces a crystal--a sliver of shimmering blue, pulsing faintly with Force energy.

"I handed each of you a crystal to carry, they're attuned to the Force; powerfully charged crystals. When used together, they act almost like a-a power grid of sorts. Once placed, oriented, and activated, they will resonate and create a barrier of energy around this place. There's five of us so this should work." She looked over her shoulder, and then back "It will seal whatever lurks inside the temple. Nothing escapes. If all else fails, we can at least contain the nexus and then some."

She lets that last word hang in the air. A cautionary tale, unspoken yet understood.

Sudden fluctuations in the Force here could trigger something disastrous, Force storms and the like...caution was always preferred, and should be exercised.

She held up her Kimoyo bracelet, held her free fist over it before release her fingers -- with a holoprojection jumping to life. There were glowing dots, five points around the perimeter of the temple, all designated as crystal drop points.

"We split up, let the fighting be drawn elsewhere, move with caution, place the crystals at the designated points along the perimeter, then the four of us will regroup, and head for the inner sanctum." She looked towards the more senior Jedi, Her gaze lingering briefly-- two of them including her had been here before, ones who may know more than they let on. She does not acknowledge it. Not yet.

Then she settled on the Aron, "I don't want you inside, you're safer out here, along the perimeter. That's why you'll place the fifth and last crystal; which is albeit the most important. You'll have the furthest point to reach, but it should take you away from most of the heavy fighting. The rest of us should have ours placed by then. I will signal you on the comm when its time to place yours, we should be inside by then. Yours will complete the power grid."

"Once the barrier is formed, we begin the purification. The Dark Side will resist us, and the Empire's forces will not sit idly by. Be prepared."

She rolled up her sleeve, "Lets monitor progress on our chronometers. Synchronize on my mark. 3…2…1…mark."

Another rumble shakes the ground beneath them. The temple breathes—or at least, something within it does. It startled her, drawing her attention again.

Softly, "If there's no questions. Move. Keep each other updated."

The storm overhead thickens, a crimson bolt striking the distant temple spire. In the depths of the ruin, something stirs in answer to their arrival.

The mission has begun.

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"What have I sacrificed? Everything..."


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[Brent Warnel]

Before Brent could retrieve the datapad and respond to Vreegan Fett , the room turned upside down. Something dark opened, and out from it spilled evil. A tall being, wrapped in death, stepped from this portal. The rebel leader had the unfortunate timing of being within The Lord of Hunger 's reach, and how it grabbed the rebel leader set Brent on edge. The life seemed to drain from him in front of Brent's eyes in the most unnatural way possible. As this new entity stepped forward, Brent was able to see its eyes blazing through the slits of its mask and notice the armor that sheathed its body.

The mockery of robotics that followed suit was somehow even more vile to Brent. Neither human nor droid, but somehow an amalgamation of both, their dead eyes reached deep into the crowd, the muzzles of their weapons cowering those rebels in front of them.

The voice of this being sounded bored and annoyed as it addressed the rebel cell. As it continued to speak, it imparted onto the crowd how beneath it they were, how they would grind beneath its boot. A subtle nod from it unleashed the violence from the walking terrors accompanying it. Brent watched the rebel crowd around him get cut down by kinetic fire. Like wheat beneath a scythe, they fell, crying out, bleeding out, wondering in their last minutes why they chose to finally stand up to the Dark Empire.

But Brent did not cower, and neither did Vreegan Fett. As the automaton's weapons opened up, Brent's pistols whipped from their holsters, pointing at the robots. Before he could make a break for the cover of the doorway to his left and open fire, it slammed shut, along with every other door in the room. If the portal hadn't let Brent in on the secret, the doors slamming shut sure did, this new player was a force user, and a powerful one.

The Lord of Hunger continued to speak to the terrified crowd after he had just gunned down dozens of them, asking for the location of the other rebel cells. Hollow and false promises that his Sceleratis would leave them be. It was then, while Brent's mind was racing to find a new way to engage, did it finally speak to him, beckoning him forward.

"And here I thought I was the only one actively keeping tabs on these seditious elements... don't be afraid...step into the light, if you dare..."​

Brent silently comm'd Vreegan before his next move, replacing his pistols into his holster, appearing to the rest of the room to be standing in silence, looking at this new Force User, "Sorry boss, the Sith still owe me blood, and I intend to claim it." To the The Lord of Hunger he said plainly, "I know where the rest of your rebels are dar'jetii," slamming a fist against his Beskar chest plate, "They're right here." Out came Brent's thermal detonators, and he launched them across the room toward the Sceleratis before diving behind a structural pillar, drawing his pistols and unleashing a full-auto burst into the Sith's direction.

 

[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
TYTHON
TAG: Serina Calis

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He groaned.

Memories swarmed him, pressing in like an old wound flaring to life. A brash and arrogant youth - restless, reckless, and unshaken in his defiance. Dagon would clip his ear with a disapproving shake of the head. Yula had been more creative, doling out alternative punishments that stung just as much. A strange, delinquent bunch they had been, each drawn together by some unseen tether of fate. Jem included, no matter how much she tried to convince herself she was their better.

Once, Corin might have met the challenge of a lying Sith with open arms, a grin tugging at his lips, and a taunt on his tongue. But now? Now, frayed was a more fitting description. Time had worn him down, whittled him into something leaner, sharper - less whole. Bruises and beatings had coated him in the years since, a second skin he wore with stubborn pride. His fellows remembered him well for it. But bruises faded. Now, they were scars.

He exhaled, steadying himself, and ran a hand along his jaw, tilting his head with quiet scrutiny.

"Something tells me you don't really mean that, huh."

His tone was casual, almost lazy, but his eyes told a different story.

He stretched-arms rolling forward, then overhead, then behind his back. Limbering up. A practiced motion. A ritual of readiness. He squatted low, bouncing slightly before reaching for his foot, muscles coiling in anticipation.

"I've fought my share of Sith and Imperials," and lost, "and there's something me and them don't have in common anymore."

A pause. He straightened, standing tall.

"Toss your weapons aside and walk over. Slowly." His voice carried a quiet weight, an authority earned through hardship rather than entitlement. "Or I might have to break into old habits."

 

[Max Sinn]

Theme: Never Back Down
Fleet Location: The Moon Atale Moving in on Empress Teta
Allies: Marlon Sularen | Van Trask | Electra-12
Enemies: Kalah Redra | Suhara Villow | Daraho Arvyd | Cuan Kunn | Bido Roz’lyn |

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Spoiler: Tetan 1st Fleet

Falgship: Deadly Sinn
x2 Imperial III-Class Star Destroyers
x4 Caçadore-Class Assault Corvette
x4 Phaetra-class Star Carrier
x2 The Dragoon-Class Escort Frigate

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Complments
TIE/haB Brute
TIE/IAx Advanced Interceptor
TIE/HB Bruiser
GAT-36 Imperial Blastboat
TIE/DT Destroyer

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Reserve
x12 Carbonite Smelter - In System non military but can be commandeered.
x2 Victory II-class Star Destroyer - Nearby system
X4 CR90 corvette - Nearby System

Max stood on the bridge of the Deadly Sinn a pensive look on her face as she looked over the data streaming down screens in front of her. Another war had come to her adoptive home of Empress Teta once more. Once more intruders had come to a world not their own, to oppress it and rip away what had made it great. Once more she was called to defend it, all the Empress had ever wanted was a free and independent Empress Teta.

Each time they had managed the feat, whether it was through the Maw or bargaining with The Dark Empire that had betrayed them once before. Still the hounds of oppression came to their world thinking it subjugated instead of letting the crown that had always ruled this world rule with the freedom they deserved. Max hated them all the alliance, the empire, and whatever other oppressive government tried to claim what was not theirs.

She watched with little surprise as the rebels that had been attacking the core dropped their fleets into the Empress Teta system. As soon as they did, she put up alerts across the fleet. She stayed silent on comms only sending text communications at the start of this skirmish.

Fighters across her fleet started their prepping, most of which were native Tetan's loyal to the crown. The fleet sat there waiting prepping as Marlon Sularen took to engaging the enemy first. Letting the Grand Admiral take the lead as her Empress had instructed her to do.

As soon as he engaged, Tetan's first fleet started to move into range. Again there was no comm chatter among the Tetan first fleet, no warning given to the enemy on approach. Max with a hand signal to her Air Marshal gave him the sign to tell the whole fleet to prepare to launch fighters.

Then with another hand signal she signaled her weapons officer to start targeting the bigger ships in the rebel fleet and have missile barrages at the ready. Max looked at her sceens and almost felt disappointed this wasn't some grand alliance fleet they were about to engage with just rebel scum it was sad that such a rebellion had spread this far and touched the true grand jewel of the cores Empress Teta.

Spoiler: Actions

Comm Silence
Moving into range of the TF fleet from the moon of Atale
Preparing to Launch Fighters
Beginning to Target the Large ships of TF fleet to launch a barrage of missiles.

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[Dyans Keto]

Location: Great Library of Cinnagar, Core District, Cinnagar, Empress Teta
Theme:Victory
Equipment: Krath Holy Battle Suit | Krath blood blade(Dagger) | Krath Dire Sword | x2 Stiletto Knives
Allies: DE
Enemies: TF and Allies
Tags: Open

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Spoiler: Grand Library Forces/defenses

Total Units:
50 Krath war droid
100 Tetan shock troopers
6 Body Guards in Mandalorian Crusaders Armor
4 Death Witches
4 Tetonic Crusader Tanks

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x2 Shield Generator to protect the library

Across the plant every channel of the holotv's lit up with a woman dress in a black and silver Tetan military uniform. She sat behind a ornate desk on a silver throne as her jade eyes looked into he camera's. She looked regal with a silver crown on top of her head and that monotone expression on her face. She didn't say anything for a few moments.

"Insurgents and Rebels have reached our shores once more, to rip out the heart and soul out of the Deep Core. They are not of our people and are not of culture, they only wish to divide us and once again take from us what makes us great.

They do not respect our values and ideals. Wishing only to oppress us with what they think is right and virtuous. Tetan's have a long strong history that is being threatened once more by corruptions of outsiders.

I bargained with the Empire to keep us safe from these kinds of incursions, but they decided to cling to the failed ideals of an Impotent Emperor. For that I have failed you great people of Empress Teta for not finding a stronger ally to fight against these incursions.

Know this I am not done fighting for our world, I will die again fighting for a free Empress Teta. I will never stop fighting for the people I serve so you may be free from outsiders always threatening what we believe.

So, I ask of you all able bodied Tetan men and women pick up any weapon you may have and fight for Empress Teta. Fight for the crown that serves you, and your crown will fight for you. Let us push these outsiders away and show them the fighting spirit of the Tetan people that has pushed away Mandalorians, Empires, and Republics for trying change our ways."

The Empress of Teta Dyans Keto stood up from her desk and looked furiously into the camera. The hilts of her swords now visible and her silver cybernetic arm.

"To the rebels who come to take my peoples world. Know this even if I fail to save my people from this incursion on this day I will not stop fighting for my world. I will hunt down your leaders and make an example of them!"

Then the address to the people of the Tetan system began to play on repeat. Dyan's stepped from behind her desk taking a deep sigh as she moved towards a window of her office. She looked at one of her personal guards dressed in Mandalorian crusader armor. Once again she was on the precipice of a failed crusade to keep her world free, she had enemies on all sides. There was no safety net in place for her and her people as she had hoped to establish.

Instead, here was just another lost world to the alliance war machine, it's identity and independence striped. These rebels knew not what they fought for, coming to a world that only wanted to be free to rule as it always had. Soon her people that she had fought for, for so long now, once again would lose everything and return get nothing.

She looked out on the old royal district she could see from her window in the Great library, where the old iron citadel had once stood destroyed by invaders. The Citadel she had been buried under and one she hoped to restore for the resolve of the Tetan people. Dreams had been lost but as she looked out on her world with sadness she knew she would fight to the bitter end for it.

"Come get me!" She whispered under gritted teeth. Her good hand clinching into a tight fist.

 

[Darth Centax]

Tag: Talsin Lota
Nearby: Thal Mantis | Onrai

Thal Mantis
One brave soul—just one—struck their number, and the lines wavered briefly. That was all it took.

Centax raised his hand and brought it down. Weapons were drawn, and a hulking monstrosity of a warrior stepped forward.

"For the Golden Gods! HUKSSSSURUDA" CHARGE!!!!!!!!! A massive, twisted Trandoshan roared, his voice a raw, reptilian hiss.

Blinding golden light shone from the banners of the forsaken host as the Mawites hurled themselves forward, slamming into the enemy wherever they may be like a tidal wave of savagery. Teeth, claws, blades, axes, madness—Mawite brutality in its purest form. A perfect Kethenite display.

At the temple doors, the Codebearers stood firm, their oath shields ever locked in unyielding formation. From above the wall, warriors vaulted high, sonic concussive javelins raining down like screaming stars, their explosive payloads shrieking harshly before impact. Sonic detonations tore into the battlefield, deafening, shattering, and killing. Through the chaos, Centax nodded, turning to the dark shadow beside or perhaps around him, Onrai was hard to predict.

Onrai

While the Imperials spent the maw's lives buying time, well fortifying the temple and intent on salvaging relics and artifacts, the Kethenites refused to leave. The long conflict was all that mattered.

"Escape is never the plan," Centax spoke bitterly through his helmet, his gaze sweeping over the unfolding carnage. The Kethenites would be embedded in Tython forever now. Their hands gripping across the Core, and only a few brave fools dared challenge them. The Sithwatch had woven itself into history, ever seeding new wars, and drawing new blood. It was all that mattered, not land nor titles.

He looked over the shield wall at the temple door.

"What do we say when death calls!"

Blood and fury burned in his voice as he raised his spear, pointing it to his first. The men bellowed their chant in answer, High Sith tongue proclaiming against the battle:

Koshûjontû uwi yâsu, forged uwi mu!
᠎sudz luwik conflict zizichijuts iroj!
tsis endure, ichi uwitso remains!
odzo sus tsusudz ichi ijuts uwi vain!"

"Born in war, forged in fire!
The long conflict cannot tire!
Sith endure, and battle remains!
Let them come and die in vain!"

The chant ended in a deafening clang, weapons striking shields, boots stomping the stone steps in a thunderous war rhythm. Conflict was their purpose. To fight, to conquer, and to kill their only need, there was no greater truth than what was expressed here today. The Long Conflict endured to this today, centuries after it had started.

Centax's voice was heavy with command to his first. "I will cleanse these halls of their filth. Hold this line." If the insects wished to fly into the cracks, he would exterminate them there. Unless one hero was brave or foolish enough to risk the approach! They could assume they would find him inside.

OOC: Talsin Lota

Spoiler

Can assume a fight in the halls or at the door whatever fits you best. Solo or heroic charge.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

TYTHON
Objective: Investigation
Equipment:Under-Armor | Quiet Riot Armor | Just in Case Cloak | Wrist Device, Scope- on belt
Body Augments: The Encoil-Zerek Stowaway Node-ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator Node
Weapons: Six Zenji Needles, Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Hard Light Weapon, Pair of Shock Whips
Friendly Tags: Aron Brood
Unfriendly Tags: Danika Leventis​

The air winding through the forest was not just twisted with the pending fights to come. But the heated feelings of those that had come to spill more blood on this ground. Even someone as dull at sensing the Force presence of others like Phalsi could tell something grand was to happen here. The Information from her sister's spot on as per usual as she stood between the trees and stared at the Temple in the distance.

A slight pop and fizzle as the air currents around her wrapped her physical body in a sight shielding cloak of her own making. Hiding her physical body from view as she marched forward.

The element winding through her as the taozin patch kept her force presence hidden for the time being.

Her goal to observe those that fought for this upstart group that the sisters benefactor took interest in. To observe what those that aided this group with their presence on the field of battle. To see what values they held to with their claims. To see what level of skill some of them held given their streak of actions against the Dark Empire.

"Where oh where are the little birds with brick and mortar?" Her words blending into the air current around her body that shone as if the sun had caught the morning fog before entirely hiding herself once again as she walked.

Steps aided by the element she wielded, carrying her forward to find someone to watch as she awaited clearance to either aid.

Or watch the little birds of the Foundation fall.

 

[Cuan Kunn]

The pilot was more than happy to be doing ground coverage. He had his ship ready and honestly, while he was a fighter pilot, he knew he was getting old. He had to be careful. He had people under his command. This was a rebellion, but it wasn’t the same level he had when Sullust housed the Alliance. But here he was, fighting for what was right again.

As his flight sounded off, he nodded, flaps flapping, dew dripping.

Vixen, that was six. He was glad for the flight he had, especially their excitement.

<<If you see them, shoot them, but cover our shuttles.>> He said in Sullustan, his BB unit translating it and the words coming up on the Flight’s HUD if they couldn't understand his native tongue. The Sullustan had his orders, but even with him and his team, he could protect the shuttles.

<<Primary the ones going after the shuttles.>> He said, matter of factly, but knowing that staying in formation wasn’t going to help. Laser fighter lit up his shields as he saw one the shuttles take a hard hit. Fighters coming at them.

<<Engage.>> He ordered as he opened his wings into attack position. Another blast of lasers and one of hte shuttle’s engines was ablaze.

Time for some fancy flying.



@Danger Squadron
Evest Neel Bido Roz’lyn Trent Perris Elsabetta Perris
Daraho Arvyd Len Vert Zyra

 

[Serina Calis]

Imperial Twilight.
Location: -
Objective: 2.
Allies: -
Opposing Force: Corin Trenor
Equipment: Ebon Requiem, Tyrant's Kiss, 3 CV-1 Gas Grenades (The Choking Veil)

"Tython under darkness? How, exquisite..."​

A soft, delighted hum escaped Serina's lips.

She watched him stretch—rolling his shoulders, coiling his muscles like a predator limbering up before the hunt. His movements were deliberate, a practiced ritual of readiness, the kind that spoke of experience carved into the body through trial and suffering. Every motion was purposeful. Measured. A man who had learned the price of hesitation the hard way.

Her smile deepened.

So much restraint. So much control.

She adored men like him.

With slow, deliberate ease, Serina tilted her head, her golden hair cascading like liquid light from beneath the shadows of her hood. Her blue eyes—sharp, gleaming—locked onto him with unwavering intensity, absorbing every flicker of movement, every shift in posture. She stepped forward, the faint glow of the etchings upon her armor pulsing in time with the steady beat of her own breath.

"You are so… disciplined," she murmured, letting the words unfurl from her lips like silk. "So proper. A man sculpted by hardship. By duty."

Another step.

"You have fought Sith before, you say." A pause. "Lost to them, too."

Not a question. A knowing statement.

Her lips parted slightly, as if savoring the weight of the moment. "And yet, here you stand, asking me to discard my weapon."

Her gloved fingers, still raised in that half-hearted gesture of surrender, flexed. She tilted her chin just slightly, regarding him with the languid amusement of a woman playing a game only she understood.

She did not move to release her weapon.

The Ebon Requiem rested against her back, its elegant length humming with restrained power, the luminous etchings along the phrik blade glinting beneath the ambient glow of the encampment's scattered lights. It was a masterpiece—a thing of beauty and death entwined, a perfect mirror of the one who wielded it. To let it fall would be to sever something far deeper than mere steel and phrik.

She would never do something so senseless.

Instead, she let out a soft breath, her expression melting into something between amusement and indulgence.

"I must confess," she said, stepping closer still, "it has been some time since a Jedi has given me such… firm direction."

Her voice dipped into something just above a whisper, laced with unspoken promises, with the quiet tease of something far more dangerous than an open threat.

Another step.

A slow, deliberate one.

She did not move like a warrior preparing for battle. She moved like a shadow unfurling in candlelight—graceful, fluid, unhurried. The air between them felt charged, thick with something intangible, something electric.

Then, she stilled.

Standing just outside the reach of his blade, she lowered her hands.

"I will walk to you," she allowed, her voice dripping with mock compliance, with something that curled at the edges like smoke from a dying ember. "But I will not part with my halberd."

Her smirk grew.

"After all," she purred, "a woman must keep her dignity, must she not?"

Her piercing blue gaze burned into him, waiting. Testing.

Would he insist? Would he press further?

Or would he recognize the truth lurking beneath her words?

That there was no surrender here. Only the illusion of it.

 

[Aron Brood]

LOCATION: Tython
OBJECTIVE: Purify the temple of Akar Kesh
SQUAD: Mother Askani Briana Sal-Soren Lossa Aureus Vizion Trozky
INTERACTING (eventually): Phalsi Drynchen (ally) Danika Leventis (enemy)

Aron marched down the transport ramp. His heart hammered and his head thrummed as Mother Askani laid out the plan.

Though he listened intently, absorbing every detail, his eyes never drifted from the cracked facade of the temple of Akar Kesh. It loomed with defiance, piercing the caliginous clouds above. Tendrils of darkness poured out of every crevice.

The atmosphere was charged, suffocatingly so. Occasional bolts of crimson lightning lit up the night with a sinister glow that made the sky bleed. Giant claps of thunder rattled his bones.

The crystal rested in the center of Aron's palm, heavier than it had any right to be. He curled his fingers around it, making a fist, and then secured it on his person.

Aron nodded at Askani's instructions, pleasantly surprised by the importance of his part. He was going to prove himself. Hell, he was ready to pry the the Dark Empire's claws out of the Deep Core himself if he had to. His chronometer synced.

Clad in stock standard Foundation armor, Aron unfurled his cloak, took up his lightsaber, and entered the fray.

 

[Onrai]

Akar Kesh Central Chamber
Allies: Darth Centax Darth Kizash Darth Moskvin Darth Imperius Sable Varro Serina Calis Rath Nihro Danika Leventis
Enemies: Caltin Vanagor Connel Vanagor Solidor Slane Talsin Lota Thal Mantis Tasia Palpatine Corin Trenor Corazona von Ascania Phalsi Drynchen Aron Brood Mother Askani Briana Sal-Soren Lossa Aureus Vizion Trozky

"I have very strong feelings against this." Onrai said, ignoring the initial question of the Sith Lord. Onrai had nothing to fear, yet she felt frustrated by the withdrawal of something that people - her people - had spent blood and chrome to save from conquest, only for it to be given up. After a moment, the shade turned her head slightly, eyes looking, or perhaps not looking, at the Sith Lord who had stepped into the Dark Empire at the worst possible time. "The remainder of the small items are on their way out to Ord Mantell. Anything larger we aren't using to defend the temple is on its way out via bulk freighter. Maker willing, they'll make it back to our space." She would do her best to try and recover whatever freighters she could, but in the end, there was always a risk of lost materiel.

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Thal Mantis stepped up the steps to the front door of the temple - how he had gotten past the defensive ring, Onrai was unsure, but she stood there, the same as she had when Eina L'lerim-Vandiir had been in a similar position. Some of the Sith yet remained close as her enigmatic form looked on him, before he gave a scream and charged.

"Not very Jedi-like of you." She said, observing him slashing one of the wayward Sith in twain. A hand was raised as she motioned for them to deal with other interlopers seeking to pierce the temple. "Fortunately, I'm not a Sith. Perhaps you should go back to Coruscant, dear Jedi, unless you'd like to see what happened to the last lightsider who tried to play games."

She observed Darth Centax 's chants and comments. "Would you like to handle the situation, or would you prefer that I do?"

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A chuckle rang out as Solidor Slane stepped foot through a breach an artillery piece had made in the side of the temple. Shadow seemed to pour from the fringes of the structure towards him, manifesting in the form of a shadowed woman who would be infinitely familiar to anyone who had stayed at the Temple during its tenure under Dark Empire control.

"I would recommend heading back out the same way you came." She said sinisterly. It was for the Jedi to make the first move.

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Next to the leader of the Sith Ascendant Order, Onrai gave what could only be described as a blink. She sensed it - whatever it was the Foundation intended to use against the Nexus, it was here, and it was on the way to the surface of the planet. "Oh. Oh... You are clever." She said, seemingly to no one before turning back to Darth Imperius . "The Jedi have some artifact - several somethings, in fact - which are emanating a potent Force signature. I expect they intend to use them in order to assist with their so-called purification of the Temple." Such was said in a neutral tone, with no desperation whatsoever.

"Fortunately, I have a plan for that."

 

[Solidor Slane]

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| Location | Akar Kesh, Tython​

| Objective | Purify the Corruption​

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Slane stepped through the corrupted halls of the temple, hobbling slowly as he felt the darkness creep around him like predators in the night. Yet even in the darkness, his own light illuminated the path that needed to be tread in order for balance to be restored. His free hand reached out as he touched the walls of the temple, fingertips dragging lightly across its surface. Contact with it caused him to flinch and recoil briefly, a sharp breath drawn in as if he had just touched a blade as the anguish and resentment that corrupted the temple seemed to snap at him, causing him to pull his hand back. He drew in a slower breath as he reached his hand out once more, closing his eyes as he placed his hand flat on the stone walls.​

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Visions of the past events that took place in these once hallowed halls flooded his mind in waves, blurred faces and figures all rushing past him in his mind- a mix of emotions and thoughts all coming at the elderly Jedi at once. Solidor's head tilted off to the side as he tried his best to sift through everything he saw. Much had been done to harm the temple and its balance - In order for it to be restored, much had to be understood for the purification to take hold and be effective. Whatever the cause that had rendered such pain and suffering to bleed from the temple, he would try his best to aid the Foundation.​

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He seemed unmoved and unbothered by the presence of Onrai as they manifested near him, his attention and focus on sifting through what he felt and saw, his eyes remaining closed. He recognized no part of the entity that presented itself to him, having isolated himself from the Galaxy for the last twenty years while undertaking the Barash Vow. ​

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He only deigned to respond as a courtesy, "You hold no power over me spirit...To turn back would be the same as telling me to turn my back on the natural order that I have sworn to uphold and protect." His hand dragged across the stone as he continued to walk with his cane in one hand and the palm of the other against the wall.​

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"I will not forsake the future of those yet to live it to the likes of you and your kind."​

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[Darth Kizash]

Tags: Connel Vanagor Corazona von Ascania
Location: En Route to an old "friend"
Equipment: In sig​

He glided through the temple halls like a wraith. Observing the arrival of various sith loyal to Darth Imperius and the strange mass known as Onrai . They talked too much. For a man like Kizash, the objective was simple. Get off your arse and fight till your dying breaths. Thats what I would do. In mere moments his long-strides had taken him to where he desired. The control room. Where security consoles made all manner of chirps, beeps and blaring silent alarms while drowning the room in red flood lights. Rather stoicly the Sith Lord replayed several holo-feeds feeds. The Jedi and their ragtag reinforcements had in fact breached parts of the outer temple, but Kizash was not interested in the plural of jedi. You see I only wanted one. A very sneaky one.

A particular image magnified into detail. Displaying a slightly blurred model of a figure. To the naked eye the humanoid form could of been anyone, but that was not what his senses told him. Grabbing a datapad, Kizash downloaded the data and began his way to the vehicle garage. There a swoop speeder bike was already primed and ready for his arrival. Plugging in his datapad, the Dark Lord straddled the metal beast and muscled back the throttle hard with a grunt.

The engines shrieked as the speeder bike rocketed away from the temple and toward his coordinates. According to his display he should arrive in several minutes and when he did he would "take care of" a specific individual and his band of allies.

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

The last time Briana stepped foot on Tython had been for one singular purpose —rescuing Romi Jade. But, the moment she'd stepped foot here, she'd felt it... felt it still, even now. The shuddering of the Force, the agony of a once pure, ancient power, tortured and twisted into something that was unrecognizable, corrupted.

And she'd watched — helpless to do anything else but bear witness to the Force being thrown out of balance, helpless to do anything but stand there while the life and light of that hapless Ashlan Crusader drained out on the stone steps of Akar Kesh.

She'd wanted to move, stop the ritual, but fear had dug its claws into her and rooted her to the spot. Not fear for herself—for Romi.

Romi, up on that same stage. Romi, who could be next if she and Lossa dared expose themselves in an act that would have been nothing short of suicidal. Solipsis had been waiting for them, knowing that Romi was aware of who the Perils were, knowing that they would come for her. Had either of them taken the bait in that moment, they might not have died—but they would have been lost all the same. And even still, once they'd finally rescued her, victory had not been the flavor of the hour as they dragged what remained of their mentor away from that place of death and darkness.

The woman they'd saved, was not the same one they'd lost.

The events of Tython broke her spirit...

Coruscant destroyed what was left.

Now they were back to where it'd began, standing at the edge of that very same wound, hoping to Shiraya that they might close it. That for once, she might be able to help set something right. There was a sense of calm she hadn't felt in weeks, lying in the idea of that.

Feeling the jolt as the landing struts met the corrupted soil with a resounding groan, Briana knew the time for action was upon them. Boots immediately hit the ground with the lowered ramp, and her gaze snapped to attention at the sound of Mother Askani's voice struggling to rise above the howling winds, commanding but calm as she laid out their mission.

Clutching the stone Mother Askani gave each of them, Briana pressed it to her chest like a promise. No more waiting, no more hesitation. She inhaled deeply, thoughts briefly drifting to her brother Brandyn Sal-Soren , wondering if he'd received her last message.

No time to dwell.

Cobalt eyes shifted to Lossa. In less than a heartbeat, Briana closed the distance, gripping her cousin by the shoulders before pulling her into the fiercest hug she could manage. "Be careful," she whispered, "When we make it out of here, we're going after Zeriana...together." A final squeeze, holding on a few seconds longer — just in case—then she let go.

Then there was Vizion.

There was much she wanted to say to him, much she needed to still express, but the words felt lodged deep inside her chest. Instead, she sent a gentle caress through the Force, through the mental bridge between them; a comforting touch to convey what she couldn't. "See you in a bit." A promise, not an if, but a when.

They were going to be successful.

She had to believe in that... there was no other option that was acceptable.

A beat... then she took off.

Here we go.

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: Mother Askani , Vizion Trozky , Lossa Aureus , Aron Brood | EQUIPMENT: Lightsaber, Echo Stone, Astor's Blade



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[Darth Imperius]

• Objective: II. Tipping Point
  • Primary: Defend the Temple
  • Secondary: Draw in the enemy
• Location: Tython | Akar Kesh | Dark Side Nexus
• Tags:
  • Allied: Darth Centax | Darth Kizash | Darth Moskvin | Onrai | Sable Varro | Serina Calis | Rath Nihro | Danika Leventis |
  • Adversary: Caltin Vanagor | Connel Vanagor | Solidor Slane | Talsin Lota | Thal Mantis | Tasia Palpatine | Corin Trenor | Mother Askani | Briana Sal-Soren | Corazona von Ascania | Aron Brood | Lossa Aureus | and anyone who I might not seen, sorry.
• Theme: For the Empire

The Dark Lord ignored its objections. They could die here if they wished, but there was nothing to keep or guard left in the Deep Core for the Empire. He did not expect any strategic farsight or understanding, just that the evacuations of whatever was valuable, were done in proper order. The rest was up to the mere clash of wills and bodies, the purest expression of conflict and natural 'order' that was known to the Galaxy.

"They may use whatever they want. Let them come here." Behind Imperius two dark armored figures entered carrying a large crate, Terminus Knights, Darth Imperius' personal exterminators. Entrusted with the most devastating and cruel arsenal the galaxy could imagine, not meant for surgical strikes or open battle, but for eradication, for annihilation. They were death, grim reapers that smelled of incense and iron. They put the box near the Nexus and with a nod his Extremis Paladins moved to take up guard next to them. If anyone would want to interfere, they had a fight ahead of themselves.

Darth Imperius ignored the miraculous presence of enemies in the inner temple. The Dark Empire's forces had worse cohesion and structure than he had imagined if the enemy could simply waltz into the heart of the enemies lair in a hot warzone. His Knights Tenebrus could deal with them, or whoever was responsible for this blatant failure of making the defences sound.

He drew his lightsaber abd ignited it, the red hum adding to the scene of casual shouting and exchange of nonsense. His march though did not take him to any of the intruders, but to towards the doors and gates to the outside. Yet he did not walk silently. His voice, rich with conviction, gravelly distorted through the corruption of the Dark side, echoed through what seemed to be an open comms channel or even the mind itself.

"Jedi. How noble of you to come, how righteous you must feel, standing there with your lightsabers lit and your hearts full of hollow conviction. You speak of peace, of justice, of the light that guides you. But tell me, where was your peace when your Order turned a blind eye to the suffering of the galaxy? Where was your justice when you allowed corruption to fester in the halls of power you claimed to protect? You are not saviors. You are relics, clinging to a dying ideal while the galaxy burns around you.

And now you come here, to Tython, the cradle of your ancient Order, as if you can reclaim what you have already lost. But look around you. Feel it. The air is thick with the dark side, the very ground beneath your feet pulses with the power of the Sith. You are too late. Tython is no longer yours. It is ours. The temples you once held sacred now echo with the whispers of the dark side. The relics of your past are tainted, your history rewritten by the hands of those you once called enemies. You have already failed, Jedi. Your light is extinguished here.

You stand before me, not as warriors of justice, but as hypocrites. You claim to serve the Force, yet you deny its true nature. You fear the dark side, not because it is evil, but because it reveals the truth you cannot face: that your so-called balance is a lie. The Force is not a tool to be wielded by the self-righteous. It is a power to be mastered, a truth to be embraced. And we, the Sith, have embraced it fully. We are the future, while you are the dying embers of a forgotten age.

So come, Jedi. Strike us down if you can. But know this: every blow you land, every step you take, only brings you closer to the darkness you fear. You cannot win here. You cannot win anywhere. The galaxy has seen your weakness, and it has turned to us for strength. Tython was but a prelude. Your end is inevitable.

Now, draw your blades. Let us see if your light can withstand the storm."

Darth Imperius stood on the stairs of the temple, his gaze laying on the battle outside, his lightsaber humming in his grip. The challenge apparent, the battlefield perfect.

Equipment
| Lightsaber | Greatsword | Armor | Amulet | Shuttle |
Order of Battle
| Knights Tenebrus |​

 

[Joseph Torson]

S P A R K_O F_R E B E L L I O N - I M P E R I A L_T W I L I G H T
Objective I - Freedom's Fire

DARK EMPIRE
EMPRESS TETA, DEEP CORE

Spoiler: Gear

• Plasma Disruptor Rifle [1]
• NK01 Fujita Rail Pistols [2]
• Tenebrae Commando Armor Mk. II [w/ Jetpack + Flight Attachment]
• Jūryoku 12 Repulsor Grenades [5]
• Konīde 10 Plasma Detonators [5]

Spoiler: Accompanying Forces

• Red Right Hand Operatives [10/10]

"We've been boarded Captain. Locate the source of the intrusion and neutralize it. The Lord-Regent cannot afford any further distractions."

"Understood sir." Captain Torson replied before ending the call with Colonel Rackham and placing the holoprojector back in his utility belt. The Special Forces Operative then looked at his squad of Red Right Hand Operatives, before proceeding to grab his Disruptor Rifle and then moving forth to address them. "Alright men, look alive. We got an intruder on board and orders to flush them out." Torson began. "We have no idea whether this intruder is a Jedi or Special Forces so remain cautious and do not take any unnecessary risks. Even the slightest failure with give our enemy the upper hand." Torson added. "Is that understood?" The rest of the men, fully alert and their weapons clutched would respond in unison. "Sir, yes sir." They were all eager to get into the fight once more and punish those who would stand in the way of the Empire.

Thus, Joseph Torson and his Squad of Red Right Hand Operatives began to head for one of the smaller side hangars of the INV Purifier, ready to confront the source of the intrusion and properly neutralize it. In the meantime as Torson and his men made their way towards the hangar, the intruder ( Jonyna Si ), would find herself confronted by a dozen Imperial Marine Stormtroopers who were able to avoid the path of the retrofitted TIE Fighter, with the Stormtroopers immediately opening fire at the Sentinel of Harmony as she landed on the ground.

[Friendlies] | OPEN
[Hostiles] | Jonyna Si
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[Corazona von Ascania]

OBJ II
Ally: Connel Vanagor
Enemies: Darth Kizash | Rath Nihro (soon tm)

Cora slipped the mask over her face, ensuring that the fit was snug. A deep breath in, then a slow exhale to center herself. The visor fogged with her breath, and she leapt.

All at once, the air went from stale and recycled to bright and cold. Even from high above Akar Kesh, she could feel the ichor of Dark-side corruption leech into the wind screaming against her. Then, the altimeter beeped. Then again. Cora's focus darted to where she figured Connel was, but it was difficult for her to suss out who was who among the curled, airborne forms.

CRASH ALERT

The warning blared across the feed of her visor in big, red letters.

"Connel wha-"

There was nothing to be done about it. Cora braced for impact, rolling as she struck the ground along with the rest of Omega Squad. A muffled groan issued from the back of the throat as a violent ache vibrated through her entire skeleton. "A solid start," she mumbled while scrambling to her feet.

The temple loomed in the near distance, with Foundation forces and Jedi alike carving a path toward their goal. Cora held to a moment of inaction, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. A web of corruption had been spun around Akar Kesh, but flares of Light persisted in the presence of their allies.

Then, the Force shifted. A wave of luminous energy thrummed in the near distance as Mother Askani and her team arrived. There were even flickers of familiarity there - but then - an advancing Darkness.

Cora opened her eyes. "There's something coming for us. I can feel it." Her gaze fixed sharply on Connel. "Not us…you."

The Force again shifted, this time in mournful warning, as a Jedi was felt returning to the ether.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Taking back what is ours!
Annunaki Mk III
Headed to Tython

Connel Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel,

Connel could sense it too. He knew exactly who it was by presence alone. He could know that all of his talk (to himself) , all of his personal bluster, was to be put to the test right now. Approaching him was the monster that was the cause of much of his trauma of the past. Was it “trauma” though? Connel had really found himself as a “Shadow”, he truly took to life and really proved that this is what he was best capable of.

Then I will have to hold him off as long as I can. Go… the mission is more important than I am.

Not happening.

Boss is right!
We all go home or none of us do!

You don’t get to play “sacrifice”!

Guys, he doesn’t want to… he has to…

That’s ridiculous! We’re supposed to be a team!

I have no intention of dying here, but if I can keep this guy busy while you can complete your mission and help Knight Von Ascania complete hers, then my mission is a success! Did you really think we would just waltz through this place? Then he looked to Azrael. [COLOOR=DARKORANGE]You guys reminded me on Woostri to “trust” you…[/COLOR]

He’s right… let’s move. The Team Leader understood what was happening, or what was about to.

All due respect…

He is showing it. Master Jedi… Tell us where we need to take you.

You had BETTER make it out of this!

Don’t worry, I’ll be around for the pukefest that is your next turn to cook… The tension was lifted with more laughter from everyone, even Sariel, he knew he was a horrible cook. Now go...

You heard the man! Let’s move!

Connel then looked at Cora. Keep moving, and don’t look back. Your mission is a lot more important than mine. THERE was the hint of the “Connel” she once met so long ago.

When they made their move, he stood there stretching and limbering himself up.

In the face of darkness, I stand as a beacon of light. The path ahead may be fraught with danger, but I am not alone; the Force flows through me, guiding my actions and illuminating my mind.

I will remain calm and centered, for fear and anger are the tools of the Sith. I will not let their hatred sway me from my purpose. My training has prepared me for this moment, and I will trust in my instincts and the wisdom of the Jedi.

I will observe, adapt, and strike with precision. The Sith may wield power, but I wield the strength of my convictions and the support of my allies. I will not underestimate my opponent, but I will not be intimidated, not anymore.

In this battle, I will seek not just to defeat, but to understand. Every encounter is a lesson, and every challenge is an opportunity to grow stronger. I will remain true to the Jedi Code, for it is my shield against the darkness.

May the Force be with me… As the speederbike carrying the approaching Sith Lord came into view, he looked on… ... because it sure as frell won’t be with you!

Corazona von Ascania • TAGS
Omega Squad Gear/Armor - and Loadouts​

 

[Lt. Bren Alazar]

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Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Seraphim
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

Ma’am. If he has half as stubborn as his father is, Connel will see you again… he’ll see all of us. Bren was a soldier, he was not a counselor(truth be told he needed one), he was no good with flowery talk but he knew when a word was needed.

Hold position. A squad of four moving across our path… Jer’...

I see’em. Drop one… and two… Sariel was the team’s primary “sniper” and Jeremiel was the secondary. They made a good team in that regard.

Still so much to learn… Sariel just showed his marksmanship taking out the other two with one shot. “Luck” to be sure, but he won’t ever admit that.

Where’re we goin’ to, Boss?

Up to our teammate… It was hard for a team to accept a new addition so quickly, but if Connel vouched, she was okay. She no doubt earned it already.

TAGS: Corazona von Ascania

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

Right back what is wrong…
Tython
What was once “The Gnarls”

Caltin was not that far away from the Temple, which is why he could hear the words of the huge monster of a Sith Lord. Darth Imperius was as imposing as he was eloquent, Caltin would not deny that. However his words fell flat, as the words of most of the Dark Side do to him. He had heard it all before. Caltin, undeterred by the Sith Lord's words, remained steadfast in his mission. He knew that the path of the Light required resilience and unwavering focus. Ignoring the taunts, he continued towards the Temple, determined to fulfill his purpose. Caltin's resolve was unshaken as he approached the Temple, the Sith Lord's taunts echoing behind him. The Light's path demanded strength, and he was determined to stay true to his mission, no matter the obstacles.

No longer hiding, he “pushed” back, or “threw” anyone who came at him aggressively on the approach to the Temple. The once majestic site was made to now be disgusting in his eyes, but that would soon change. It would soon be cleansed and the planet would begin to heal, to regain some semblance of the beauty it once held.

He could sense Mother Askani , Briana Sal-Soren , Vizion Trozky and the others (He did not recognize @Lossa Aureus’ aura as the last time he had paid attention, she was not “dark”, and he did not know Aron Brood, but he still knew the kid was okay.) He could sense Connel Vanagor not that far away, as well as @Cora Von Ascania. It was then that Caltin knew what he had to do. Time to “tank” this fight.

Stepping out into the open… Conservator engaged and down to his side as he walked, Caltin belted out his own side to this debate.

You speak with passion, and I can sense the conviction behind your words. But let me remind you that conviction alone does not define strength. It is easy to embrace power when it is untempered by wisdom. The dark side may offer you a sense of control, but it is a fleeting illusion, built on fear, anger, and hatred. You think that this is the first time that the Jedi have lost something? That “we” have been pushed to the brink? The Jedi have faced countless trials and emerged stronger each time, this is no different. Our strength lies not in power alone, but in our ability to remain steadfast in the face of adversity. Remember, true strength comes from within, not from the darkness that seeks to consume you.

You claim that we are relics, yet it is the very ideals we uphold that have endured through the ages. The Jedi may have faltered, but we have not forgotten our purpose. We strive for peace, not just for ourselves, but for all beings in the galaxy. We acknowledge our failures, and we learn from them. That is the essence of growth, something the dark side cannot offer.

You speak of Tython as if it is lost to us, but the true strength of the Jedi lies not in the temples or relics, but in our connection to the Force and to each other. The dark side may taint this ground, but it cannot extinguish the light that resides within those who choose to stand against it. We are not here to reclaim what was lost; we are here to protect what remains and to ensure that the cycle of suffering ends here and now.

You may see us as hypocrites, but we are not afraid to confront our own shortcomings. We do not shy away from the truth, and we do not deny the existence of the dark side. We understand that balance is not the absence of darkness, but the harmony between light and dark. It is a lesson that the Sith have yet to learn, and I am a good teacher.

So yes, I will draw my blade, not out of hatred or vengeance, but out of a commitment to the light and to those who cannot defend themselves like this planet you defiled. I will stand against you, not because I believe I can extinguish your power, but because I believe in the potential for redemption, even for those who have strayed far from the path. Not you, but for those who see the folly of just how hopeless your actions, even if successful to this point, really are, nothing lasts forever and as ironic as it is, I will be the one to remind you of that.

Let us see if your storm can withstand the resolve of those who fight not for power, but for hope. Me? I AM the storm. Again, an aura of light and a desire he had not had in nearly a millennium. He wasn’t here to be “buddy buddy”, he wasn’t here to talk another down, he was here to fight. He was here to fight until either his last breath drew, or the Sith, and the Empire itself on this planet withdrew. Would he give his life to saving and reclaiming the planet? Of course. However it would take a lot more than this to kill the big man…

… I should know, I’ve tried.

What?

What?

TAGS Darth Imperius TAGS
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​