Invasion Technologic | SO Invasion of GA Held Woostri - Objective Three

[Alana Calloway]

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Knowledge ​

Allies: Tamsin Graves​

Enemies: Katherine Holt​

Armor:
S-6 "Eclipse" Class Legion Combat Armor

Weapons:
HG-88 Big Iron
SD-L1 Long Blaster
HESTIZO-201 "Silverrain" Vaccine
1 x VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
Gear:
Slicing Glove
DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield
Sentinel Tech Gloves
VKA-7J "Hurricane" Combat Stimulant
G1 Omni Link

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Alana barely had time to process the panic in the girl's voice before she felt the tug on her arm. The urgency in Tamsin's grip was unmistakable—small hands, but insistent, desperate. It was enough to shake her from the momentary haze clouding her thoughts. There was a strange energy in the air as well...a storm?

She felt it in her bones, a silent droning over a great distance; like a tiny insect flying into her ear canal. It was annoying as all hell and impossible to ignore.

Her red eyes flicked upward, scanning the sky. And then she saw it.

A figure above, impossibly fast, catching bombs straight from the air as if they were mere trinkets. The precision. The control. It wasn't natural. It wasn't human. And then, just as swiftly, the creature let them go.

The bombs were falling.

Move.

Alana didn't think—she reacted. Years of conditioning took over as her grip tightened around Tamsin's wrist. Her boots slammed against the durasteel ground, the sharp bite of adrenaline flooding her system. Her mind screamed calculations—angles, impact zones, the likelihood of survival. But even as she ran, something coiled deep inside her, something other that had nothing to do with the immediate danger.

A voice.

"Do you want to be free from your mental prison?"

Alana's breath hitched. The words slithered through her mind like a silk thread, smooth and soft, yet undeniably heavy with menace. It was inside her head, moving like liquid shadow between the cracks of her thoughts.

Her steps faltered. Just for a second. But it was enough to send a jolt of realization down her spine.

This presence—it knew.

It saw her.

Not as the Empire's soldier. Not as another nameless, faceless enforcer in service to the Sith. No, this voice recognized something deeper, something even she barely dared acknowledge. It saw the fractured edges of her soul, the doubts she tried to smother, the whispers of a life that felt distant and unreachable.

Her mental prison.

She knew what the voice meant. The conditioning, the orders, the way her hands moved before she had a chance to question them. The way her own mind felt foreign, as though pieces had been stripped away and rearranged to serve a purpose she could no longer define.

But this voice—whoever, whatever it belonged to—offered something no one ever had.

Freedom.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Alana hesitated.

The battlefield roared around her. Explosions rocked the compound as fire and metal rained from above. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning fuel, the distant screams of soldiers caught too close to the impact zone. It was chaos. Yet the voice within her mind was calm, deliberate.

It waited.

Alana clenched her jaw.

"Not now."

She forced herself back into motion, her grip on Tamsin tightening as she pushed forward. Whatever the voice was—whatever it wanted—it would have to wait. Right now, there was only survival. A split second of thought told her to grab for her rifle, to take aim, open fire-

But there wasn't time.

"Get to cover!" she barked, her voice sharp, commanding. She didn't slow. The heat of an explosion burst behind them, the shockwave shoving at her back like a phantom hand. Smoke and debris filled the air, reducing everything to shifting shadows and piercing alarms.

Still, the voice lingered.

It did not demand.

It did not press.

It simply waited.

And deep inside, despite every lesson drilled into her by the Empire, despite every instinct screaming at her to ignore it, Alana knew this would not be the last time she heard it.

Voices in her head aside...she had an asset to protect, as she shielded Tamsin from the blast. Deploying her Aegis energy shield, she raised it over the pair, protecting from a scattering of rock and durasteel that rained down upon them.

 

[Srina Talon]

Ally Tag: Sith Order - Kartus Lok
Enemy Tag: GA - Judah Lesan
Location: Now on the Beach - Outskirts of Gopsthal
Equipment: Robes | Saber | Ring | Ring
Ship: Landing Castle x | Cruiser [Requiem] x | Frigates [3] | Beacon
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The glassed ground still trembled beneath her feet.

The pale Echani could hear cracks and subtle groans of the crust of Woostri trying to settle over the sound of pitiless rainfall pelting the Aegis shielding. The aftershocks of the impact rippled through the beachfront like the dying echoes of a distant god's wrath. The wind carried the scent of burning metal and scorched earth. Overhead, the sky was still thick with smoke. The black spire that had heralded her way to this damned and doomed water world was an onyx monument that towered unmercifully over the island. It seemed for the moment that…It was done.

The crater directly beneath it was slowly filling with liquid. It was quieting.

Then came the sound.

A deep, metallic groan that reverberated through ground zero—the sound of ancient tectonic plates shifting, but this was no act of nature. The Landing Castle was waking up. The vast, spear-like structure trembled, and with a series of sharp, ear-splitting cracks, its outer plates began to split apart. Massive hydraulic locks released in rapid succession, thud-thud-thud, each one shaking the air with a bass rumble. Steam and pressure vents howled as the monolithic fortress expanded, its jagged silhouette splitting into towering mechanical appendages.

Srina watched with an impassive gaze as the first deployment bay unsealed, yawning open, like the maw of some great beast. The first wave of droid units was already moving—Southstar Battle Droids marching in synchronized formation, their servos hissing, while they began to spread like a virus. Several Droideka Mark II units would activate, unfolding, while their shields gave off an electric hum. Scarab Walkers clanked to life, their weapons systems whirring as they scanned for hostiles. It was a slow but necessary deployment as this was the most vulnerable moment for the D1. Its shielding was weakened from the impact. It was a unique creation, a weapon of planetary absorption, that thrived with time.

The castle needed to consume…But time was short. The Jedi would be coming.

Soon.

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<<It is fitting to see you here, mother. Now I shall finally repay my debt to the Sith Order in blood.>>​

Her gaze turned away from the war machine when it felt like thousands of little ants were suddenly crawling all over her skin. It was an invisible electricity that came with the Force moving but it wasn't an attack…It was a message. Rooted with someone who was like her. The word mother caused her expression to smooth while images filled her mind of a young man…Lost, to the whim of the phobis. Srina turned toward a fixed point, her countenance pale and distant as the moon, as if she could see Kasir Dorran clear as day. Her response came softly. <<I thought you might return to me…>>

He had changed. She could feel it… Even if she couldn't specify what the difference was.

<<Do not speak of debts. Simply…Do what you were forged to do.>>

There were so many Sith using the space the landing castle created to find entry to Woostri. Some hid their presence, while others, didn't bother. Srina fell into the latter category. If she had intended subtlety, she wouldn't have chosen a first move that all but announced her arrival to the heavens. There was no hesitance in her. No reluctance, nor aversion to wage war. Her head tilted as she sensed her grandson Zachariah Conway not too far away. His words…

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"The city is protected by a shield that needs to come down."​

Filled her head…Even though they hadn't been broadcast the same way Kasir Dorran had reached out. She could see him amongst a world of glass and devouring rain. <<The electromagnetic pulse has already passed through the area. It extends for several kilometers and will likely cause the shields to falter…Use it to your advantage. Don't lose focus and never let your guard down. >>

Kartus Lok was a loyal solder to the Order and she had no reason to suspect that he wouldn't fulfill the orders she had given. There were multiple landing zones for varying incursions and more than a few were spaced a good distance from the landing castle. The beacon required time to set up and it wouldn't be long before their people began to infiltrate Gopsthal on a grand scale. She kept scanning the perimeter while waiting for Sargent Lok—But aside from the marching of Southstar Droids, things were relatively calm. Her attention shifted when the mind of Quinn Varanin met her own.

<<This world shall bend at my will; any who oppose me will feel my wrath. They will fear the Empire's name, my name. Mother, watch me bring glory and crush this world beneath my heel.>>​

The Echani Royal was so full of potential and it made the corners of her lips turn upward ever so slightly without her knowledge. It was pride. Cold and quiet, but absolute. She was her birth mothers, in so many ways, but Quinn had also grown into her own individuality. <<The weak will call you wrathful and cruel. They will call you monstrous, they will vilify you. Embrace it. Let them. You are the end that they refuse to see coming. Let them choke on their fear, let them drown in what they cannot control.>> The bond between them that had existed since before Quinn could crawl began to coalesce and grow, thrumming, like a string that had been plucked. It stretched between them like a piece of silk that had been woven through steel. Untouchable.

<<I am with you always, beloved. Make them kneel…Or make them nothing.>>

Through the ether, the Sith Empress felt a new storm build along the horizon. The tides were already churning with almost hurricane-esque weather, but this, wasn't just in the sky. It was within Quinn. Her abilities were not yet entirely refined, but what she lacked, she made up for with raw power. The edge of her fury shaped it into a weapon worth wielding. Her imagination, her mind, was a beautiful thing. Srina did not watch from afar. She felt. Every pulse of power, every crackling crimson arc of storm and ruin. This version of her daughter, her princess standing tall on her own, did not surprise her.

It satisfied her.

She might have taken more time to witness her daughter but alas, war, waited for no one. The price of victory meant that she had to place everything else to the side. Quinn understood this, as Echani innately, understood this. They both knew that sacrifice was a requirement and it was a cost that Srina would always willingly pay in the stead of her younglings. This Empire…This Order…Was full of them. Each and every one, belonged to her. This was the reason they called her mother.

There was a reason she never corrected them.

The sound of mortars hitting earth and shields, the screams, the distant roar of collapsing structures, the hum of countless droids activating—It became white noise. The Dread Queen experienced an inexplicable shift. A thread of something different. Unfamiliar, yet known. Her breath was steady but her mind sharpened while she active recall filled in the blanks. It was a Jedi. It was the very same one that had interrupted her before on Echnos who should have been dead. Srina did not move but the air around her changed, thickening, with something unseen, something felt. She reached outward, the Force stretching like unseen fingertips reaching for something in the glom.

Judah Lesan .

He was hunting her.

She could feel his focus, determination, and the steady burn of purpose in his blood.

It was almost admirable. Almost.

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, full of hellfire, and the ghost of a thought formed at the edge of her mind. He should have learned. He should have known what it meant to chase her across a battlefield. Perhaps he did, perhaps, his secret wish for the end would finally be granted. She inhaled, and through the storms, through the chaos, through a city that would suffer long and dear before they were through, the Empress found him. The horror of her power would wrap around him in that same scent of jasmine and rain, filtered, with ozone. It was steady. Primordial. Suffocating.

Inevitable.

Her voice was the quiet before a blade found its mark—Soft, smooth, and utterly precise. It did not need to rise to be heard; it did not need to shout to command. It carried no rage, no wild, untempered emotion. There was no indulgence or cruelty, no need, for malice. Only certainty.

Her mental whisper, inescapable, could be more terrifying than another's roar when it fell on the psyche with the punishing power of a falling star. It was something Judah Lesan would need to learn, again.

<<…I see you...>>​

And this time, she would not let him crawl away.

Spoiler: Summary

I know this post is extra thick but no worries... The landing platform opened up into a flower on the beach! It also started releasing droids, but, I'm deploying slowly because it has a ridiculous amount haha. The shield around it is keeping the rain from tearing people apart inside of it. Srina spoke to a few Sithlings, is waiting for Sargent Lok to come back, and has finally found Judah Lesan. I didn't get the chance to reference zombies, sad...You're all beauties tho!

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Woostri - Gopsthal | OBJECTIVE : Defend the Core | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Ran Serys | Corazona von Ascania Taam Moghul Nir Si Lycus Merita
TAG (FOE) : @

Omega Squad (All of them, Connel included) were moving through the back streets, eliminating two sweeper teams already. On their way to the F.O.B.(Forward Operating Base) when Gabriel’s actions signaled an incoming comm-message.

"Strike team Fay, this is Knight von Ascania. I am engaging a known Sith Order operative, A'mia Madrona, at the entrance to the data center."

Incoming… some Jedi… engaging a Sith? So? We have our…

Wow… what a thing to say in front of our boy.

He’s different…

How?!

Enough! What’s the message. Who is she engaging? Alazar “Michael” had been in the previous iteration of “Omega Squad” and had been working with Jedi long enough to know what they can do and what they stand for. They stood for him and his people so he stands for them.

Gabriel was working the comm-panel on his wrist and pulled up a holovid of the NJO’s limited information on a “@A'mia Madrona” and really was little more than an image.

Each of the team sees and doesn’t like what they see.

What the frell???

That’s a chick? She’s a fethin’ tree!

”I am Groot!”

What?

I don’t know. It just popped in my head.

That’s what she said.

Really?

Get serious. We have to move. It’s your call, Boss.

No, it’s your call, “Seraphim”.

That “Tree Chick” is redefines the word “Dangerous”. I know Cora and she wouldn’t be calling out like that if there wasn’t a problem.

You heard him, let’s move.

We’ll get to a better position, provide Overwatch.

Lock and Load M’Fers.

Connel Vanagor was a man of few words. His eyes, a stark blue that pierced the gloom, took in the world with a calm precision. His armor, the matte black of the Jedi Shadow, whispered of his status and the secrets he held. The scar that carved a jagged line from his left eye to the corner of his mouth was a silent storyteller of battles past. As he stared at the chaos unfolding before him, his mind remained clear, his hand steady on the grip of his lightsaber. Gothspal, once a gleaming bastion of the Galactic Alliance, now lay in ruins under the dark embrace of the Sith Order.

The comm-message crackled in his ear as “Gabriel” replayed it, the voice of the other Jedi, Corazona Von Ascania, tense and urgent. A'mia Madrona, a known Sith operative, was attempting to breach the city's Datacenter. If she succeeded, the Sith could gain vital intel to crush the Alliance's resistance. Connel's gaze swept over the 305th Special Forces Unit, known as Omega Squad. Their faces were a mix of determination and apprehension. They knew the gravity of their mission, and the stakes of failure.

They moved swiftly through the wartorn streets, sticking to the shadows as the sounds of blaster fire and explosions echoed in the distance. Connel's instincts sharpened with every step, his force senses reaching out like invisible tendrils. The smell of burning metal and the acrid stench of blaster fire filled the air, a grim reminder of the battle that raged around them. The buildings they passed were skeletal carcasses, the life once contained within them snuffed out by the relentless march of war.

The first skirmish was swift and brutal. Sith acolytes and droids rounded the corner, their red lightsabers clashing against the blue and green of the Jedi and the flashing bolts of Omega Squad's rifles. The air sizzled with energy and the smell of burning circuitry. Connel's blade danced, a deadly ballet of lights and shadows, as he dispatched the droids with efficient strokes.

As they approached the Datacenter, the sounds of combat grew louder, a symphony of destruction that sent a chill down Connel's spine. He could feel the Dark Side thickening the air, a miasma of malicious intent. He raised a hand, signaling for the squad to stop. We're close, he murmured. Stay sharp. The soldiers nodded, checking their gear one last time. They were the Alliance's last hope, a beacon of light in the encroaching darkness.

The Datacenter's doors loomed before them, a fortress of durasteel and blinking lights. Above, the skies were a tapestry of starship battles, the stars obscured by the dance of death and destruction. The squad readied themselves for the final push. The Jedi took a deep breath, feeling the force pulse within him. With a swift gesture, he sent a blast of energy at the doors, the metal buckling and giving way with a deafening screech.

They rushed inside, lightsaber and blasters at the ready. The corridors were a labyrinth of wires and glowing screens, the heartbeat of the city's information. They could feel the Dark Side's presence, a palpable force that seemed to push back against them. Connel's eyes narrowed as he sensed the Sith ahead, the air vibrating with malevolence. This was it, the moment they had been racing toward. The battle for Gothspal's very soul was about to unfold in the gleaming halls of the Datacenter.




Galactic Alliance 305th Special Forces Unit - Codename "Omega Squad"

Spoiler: TEAM AND LOADOUT

Michael - Team Leader, Gabriel - Tech, Azrael - Explosives,,Raphael - Heavy, Barachiel - Combat Medic, Sariel - Sniper 1,Jeremiel - Sniper 2

[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

 

[Ran Serys]

Ran marched through corridor after corridor leaving the central chamber behind her. Defense Forces overtook her with barricades and artillery as they finished staging their defenses. The sound of armor and thudding boots resounded through the halls while Ran moved in silence. Her bare feet made no noise as they tapped the ground with a mutant’s grace that her Jedi skills only amplified.

In little time, the Archivist reached her station. From the highest tier of the Central Archive and Computation Building's southern wing she looked onto the rest. Defense Forces did their final checks as communications came in from outside divisions. Warnings of friend and foe to come over static drowned communicators. So many warnings.

Ran meditated over a holotable. With closed eyes, she divined. She listened to the warnings that came in and used the force as a dowsing rod to guide her in the protection of the database. “Hostile dropship coming in hot! Southern Wing!” One of the soldiers yelled out and into his military-grade communicator as he stood over the same holotable as Ran. The live holo-feed of battle outside of the building's walls crackled as explosions resounded. Ran opened her eyes directly onto the holographic image of the dropship and she knew then her fate would lead her to someone aboard it.

With the force she communed, and sent a feeling, a signal to the Sith, that she was here on Woostri, and ready for them.

Allies: Corazona von Ascania Taam Moghul Nir Si Lycus Merita Connel Vanagor
Enaging: Jhyrack​

 

[Kivah]

Direct Tags: Kasir Dorran
Allies: Lysander von Ascania | Gavin Vel | Naamino Zuukamano | Haro Aven | Madrona A’Mia | C1-1347 | Kartus Lok
Enemies:
Equipment: Lightsabers, Infiltration Suit, Bow, Blaster Pistol

A quieting rumble of frustration spread from the back of Kivah's throat. Here she was in another full-on invasion. This was something she'd hoped to avoid after joining the Sith, not the fighting, but going in with the massed troops. Seemed rather similar to her mercenary days. She'd have much preferred going in a week or two in advance, play to her strengths, try some sabotage, or at least not be riding down in the largest artillery and AA target in the landing force.

Stepping outside, her quiet rumble of displeasure deepened as her mood further darkened. Of course the heavens were raging up a storm, why wouldn't they be? The rain didn't bother her, she grew up in a rainforest, but this was to be the first real test of her bow, and now the storm winds would mess that up. Briefly she considered turning back for a rifle, but decided against it. She could take one if she needed it, and a Sith probably wasn't really supposed to rely on such things when they commanded the Force. She also didn't want to hold up or seem indecisive in front of her new companion. Kasir was supposed to appreciate stealth like she did, the pair acting like a silent strike team striking unseen in the confusion. Sullenly, she decided to see if that idea would last or if they'd get bogged down in the fighting or caught out by a Jedi. At least she wasn't stuck with the other Kor'ethyr students. Didn't want to be distracted by them, or worrying about keeping them alive.

Take it, use the anger and frustration like she'd been taught. Kivah turned towards Kasir as he looked over the capital before them, only for him to dart ahead. Like lightning, the hulking Cathar was after him, following with long easy strides that fell silent in the storm on her padded boots. She didn't know where they were off to, didn't need to know their exact destination to know there'd be a target at the end of it. And if not, she could find one. The thrill of the chase would sustain her, and she let a feral grin twist her face as the hood of her scan proof outfit fell back to let the rain fall over her face.

 

[Jhyrack]

TECHNOLOGIC

ENEMIES: Ran Serys

"Advance."

And like a shadow falling over the land, they did.

The door opened before them. It was followed by a roll of thunder. Jhyrack's people came from a harsh world of mountains, monstrous predators and lethal storms. Jhyrack thought of that bolt of lightning and the crash of thunder as his own personal herald.

Blaster fire erupted through the air, striking the dropship from their right. Jhyrack let his forces advance. The huge, armoured minotaurs darted into the buildings around them. Their armour was so thick that they brought their cover with them.

Each carried a weapon so large it would usually be mounted on a personnel carrier.

"Find me the real fight," Jhyrack roared.

They were not an advanced force. They didn't use battlespace management systems and holo screens. If allied forces got in the way that was their own problem.

With the force she communed, and sent a feeling, a signal to the Sith, that she was here on Woostri, and ready for them.

"Aha!" Jhyrack laughed. He stepped out into the open street.

Blaster fire lashed out to meet him. Jhyrack had perfected the art of turning his own body into a living weapon with the Force. Small arms fire was of little concern to him.

With the Force, he launched an abandoned land speeder down the road. It went rolling along the street and through a building.

"Hope they weren't any books in there!" he laughed.

 

[Kaila Irons]

OBJECTIVE Ⅲ​

Location: Data center, roof
Wearing: Armor + Mask
Allies: Quinn Varanin Eira Dyn
Enemies: Ko Vuto Colette

"Hmh." she nodded to Eira.

To be feared was such an interesting thought. Kaila still remembered what it was like to live in fear each day, and how she'd hidden it from Carnifex, knowing well that to show fear was to die.

But to be feared herself? What a pleasant change of pace.

The time to be feared was fast approaching, The era of Varanin was approaching, and to the alliance this would be their first encounter with a power which had been growing behind Sith borders for some time now. So many betrayals had they each survived, so many doubts laid in the ground, so much struggle had brought them here, and finally they had grasped power such to reveal themselves to the world.

"Burn them all; this world shall crumble at our feet in our glorious victory."

Anathemous' gauntlet clattered against her chest in a warrior's salute, another silent vow to carry out her will.

It was good to see what she had grown into, although it should come as no surprise, given they had promised to burn worlds for the other. The witch princess and her black knight, to battle at one another's side was long overdue.

The castle gates opened at last and they were among the first to depart, their driven march giving way to what felt like the long awaited charge into battle, armored boots carrying them across sand which still glowed with embers and broken glass as they hurried towards their objective, the jagged spear tip of the sith, heralded by crimson lightning.

They moved swiftly through the rain until they'd nearly reached the building in question.


She followed Quinn into the air, her boots lifting from the ground, the storm illuminating their dark silhouettes in the sky as they began to float towards their objective. The princess was first to spot their enemy in the dark, her senses more greatly developed and honed by time than she, and her lightning was soon brought to bear against the foe.

Anathemous however was nothing if not precise.

Summoning a violet saber in hand, the collapsible hilt extended into a great spear with which she dove towards the enemy, applying telekinetic force behind her blade, and the considerable weight of her metallic skeleton behind even that as she flung herself like a javelin straight into battle, poised to skewer whatever lay in her path.

She was no longer that apprentice who faltered on Echnos.

This time, Dreidi Xeraic would not stop her.

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[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Woostri
Tags: Drystan Creed
Equipment: Lightsaber | Sith Armour | Helmet
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The rain battered down on him.

Every droplet of water was like ice, stinging as it his connected. If it wasn't for the armoured robes which had been made for him by Commodore Helix he was concerned that flesh would have been torn from bone. Whatever Empyrean was doing, it was battering both Jedi and Sith alike.

Glass crunched underfoot, the noise almost pleasing to the ear of the young Sith Knight. Woostri had become a warzone, from the magnificence of the ships clashing in orbit of the planet to the battles currently being waged under the deep, dark oceans.

War had come.

<<The electromagnetic pulse has already passed through the area. It extends for several kilometers and will likely cause the shields to falter…Use it to your advantage. Don't lose focus and never let your guard down. >>

Her words filled his head, the recognisable voice of Srina Talon . He offered a smile under his helm, comforted almost by the guidance of family. His only focus was the data that they were to either collect or destroy and his guard was as up as it could have been.

Around him, he could sense everything. The force was acting as his radar, alerting him to even the smallest movement. His weapon remained at his hip, in easy reach should anyone have the nerve to try and jump out at him. He would quite happily stroll directly into the city and take the data himself.

The electromagnetic pulse having an effect on the shields was news to his ears, saving the Sith Knight a job. The city would fall under the Sith might and the data would be transferred to the Mors Mon. It was unavoidable. It was inevitable.

Or at least it would have been, if the force hadn't of alerted him to a presence.

He was being watched.

Like prey being stalked.

Except he wasn't prey.

He was the hunter.

A grin crept over his face under his helm. He was going to enjoy teaching his stalker a lesson. Without even blinking, he reached out with the force and felt his hunter in the bushes. The rain continued to pour, lashing against both parties.

Latens reached out a gloved hand, the force grabbing his watcher by the throat. Within seconds, the Sith Knight had used the force to pull his opposition from his hiding place and through the air, carving a path through the rain until he was being held in front of the Sith.

"Pathetic"

And without another word, the hunter tossed his prey into the glass and continued.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Woostri, heading to the data rooftop.
Outfit: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Mask, Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol
Allies: Quinn Varanin | Kaila Irons
Enemies: Colette | Ko Vuto

Eira held a grin as both women enjoyed her words. It was always a good sign when others took her words to heart. It showed that she was not simply spouting nonsense with her words. Something that she feared she would do as an apprentice. Not understanding how the galaxy worked fully since she had a very sheltered life on a backwater world.

Which was demonstrated almost immediately as the trio stepped off the landing castle's opened ramp. Her Master immediately connected with the Force and the storm that rained on them from above and called up a powerful lightning strike. Eira cursed since that was very cool and it was exactly something that she wished to learn about. Eira knew she wanted to be a master of Force Lightning and all the applications of the power. So seeing others using it in ways she had never even conceived of. That was something she deeply impressed with and wished to learn how it was done. However, that was something she couldn't demand to learn more about in this moment.

There was a war that they needed to win.

Following her Master and Kaila, she watched as both of them started to fly towards the rooftop. Eira cursed, that was another power that she was definitely going to have to learn at another point. However, she played it off as no big deal since she did not want to seem that she was out of her depths here. There had to be another route she could take to the rooftop to join her Master. As she looked around, there was no staircase leading upwards. Going through the front door and trying to head up that way would take too long. And who knew what danger she might face in doing that. There could be more Jedi inside and she would be alone in fighting them. That would not be good for her.

There had to be way. Something that was within her current level of talents.

"Around the back... can then claim I was aiming to pincer them and surprise attack." Eira whispered to herself as she raced around the large building. Knowing that time would be against her as she dashed as face as she could move. Seeing the back of the building, then turned to the nearby building. What could she do? How could she climb up from here? She couldn't jump high enough in one movement. She would need a couple... Wait... That could work.

Wall running. Running, jumping and repeat till she was on the roof. Was not as clean or intimidating as simply flying. Eira was also aware she would be more tired than her Master and Kaila. But this was at least her way up. So it was time to start climbing. Racing forward, she used the Force to jump up as high as she could in a single leap and then ran against the wall, building the potential for the second leap upwards. Landing on the second building, she ran along the wall before leaping upwards once again. Continuing for several moments before she landed on the rooftop. Panting slightly as she ducked into cover and hid herself to strike at the right moment.

Spoiler

• Headed into the city with Quinn and Kaila
• Admired Quinn's ability with lightning, somewhat jealous
• Admired both of their abilities to fly, definitely jealous
• Circled around the back and started wall running to get to the roof
• Ducked immediately into cover to strike sneakily when she sees a chance

 

[Darth Nefaron]

DIRECT TAGS: Veradun Sharr
INDIRECT TAGS: Credius Nargath Darth Callidus Lycus Merita Nos Voros Connel Vanagor Festerruman Sachiel Ysennia Lee
EQUIPMENT: Mind-Breaker Toxin Injection Gauntlet, Grenades
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The grip on the Corpse Lord's hand was solid, the strength behind it was fueled with a cold rage that only made Nefaron smile.

"Good. We will need your rage today, Apprentice." ​

Once his hand was free, Nefaron turned to the exit he had created. Gathering the force within himself, he leaped from the open gap only to land in the ruined streets. The world was dying around them, Sith and Alliance craft battled it out in the sky while bombers and artillery made what remained of the structures in the area little more than rubble. The various forces of the Sith Lords that had come were making planetfall in their own way, be it the mechanical monstrosity offshore that deployed legions of battle droids or the more humble method that was the transport craft that was riddled with damage from the descent. All that mattered was that they were all in the same boat, brothers and sisters bonded by the crucible of war.

The two legionaries that had gone ahead to scout the ruins took shelter in the ruins of one of the buildings, but upon spotting their Master one of them rushed to his side, kneeling before him.

"Master, many of our transports have fallen victim to the same fate as ours. Our forces are scattered, some have joined with the living dead that push toward the brides leading across the river. Others are nearby, awaiting your word."

While broken creatures, the Corpse Legionaries were still capable of a few important tasks. The use of weaponry, the slaughter of the weak and innocent, and the effective use of communicators remained in their rattled minds. They made up for their lack of professionalism in their sheer numbers, a few transports worth must be on the surface by now constituting a few thousand by Nefaron's estimate, and more were to come as ships continued to pour down from the sky.

"Let those who have separated from us assault the riverbank. They will be a distraction while we prepare our own crossing. Tell those groups closest to us to take shelter in the ruins, those who still possess heavy weaponry are to return fire across the river."

"Yes, Master!"

The Legionnaire turned to return to his comrade but only made it a few steps before a mortar shell vaporized him.

Nefaron was unbothered. He simply looked to the remaining Legionaire would carry out the order he had already given.

"Apprentice, to me. We will cross the river more covertly."

Nefaron pushed to the opposite side of the street, away from the downed shuttle they had arrived in. The timing couldn't be better, as the remains of the ship were the next to be targeted by the Alliance artillery. What remained was obliterated, but so long as his Apprentice lived Nefaron would have everything he needed to succeed. The pair of Sith pushed forward, navigating the ruins in order to shelter themselves from the hellfire that rained from above. As expected, many of the Corpse Legionaries had done the same and knelt, taking up firing positions and monitoring movement on the other side of the river. Though difficult to tell, Nefaron and Veradun were pushing south from their landing zone, toward a bend in the river.

Their opponents, GADF troopers, had fortified their positions across the river and monitored the approaches, and destroyed bridges for any sign of a crossing. While a conventional assault was possible, especially as the Legions numbers grew, they had no time to wait. Nefaron took a canister from his belt and seemingly triggered some sort of mechanism on it. Only then did he pass it to his Apprentice.

"We must make a gap in their defenses. This will be a simple display of your power, use that anger to throw this to the other side of the river. Be quick about it, the moment you throw it they will know our position and open fire."

Nefaron, satisfied with his instructions, turned to one of the Warlords that led the bands of Corpse Legionaries to battle.

"How many of our mortar teams survived?"

"Four that we know of. More might be pushing the northern bridges, the rest are still pushing up from their landing sites, Master."

"They will be enough. Tell them to use the special munitions I have provided. Once they have begun their shelling, order the Legion to attempt a crossing. Slaughter anyone who gets in your path!"

"Yes, Master!"

The Warlord scampered off, leaving a small band of warriors with the Sith Lord and his Apprentice.

"Now Apprentice, let them taste their Darkest Fears."

Spoiler

Nefaron's forces have been scattered. With his Apprentice, the Dark Lord and those warriors nearby have pushed through the ruins to the southern crossings, preparing to assault Alliance forces on the other side as they cross.

Nefaron prepares to unleash his Mind-Breaker Toxin on Alliance forces in the area, making the crossing far simpler for his forces as his enemies succumb to madness and even turn on each other.

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[Judah Lesan]

WEARING: Robes
WEAPONS: 2 Lightsabers
ALLIES: Gallactic Alliance
ENEMIES: Srina Talon

The rain was devastating. It took all the concentration Judah could spare without diverting his focus from his target to shield himself from it with the help of the force. Drops hissed into the rooftops of the building as the acid threatened to melt through the durasteel and transparisteel structures. Each step grew more and more dangerous, but the Jedi was determined to reach Srina Talon .

Her location was obvious. Who else would have launched a massive spearlike dropship into the beach. Judah had watched as it blotted out the sun for a time. Alliance defenses managed to knock it off its original trajectory. Had they not succeeded the device would have been in the heart of the city, and whatever devastation this thing was about to cause would only be that much worse. Once again the Empress cast a shadow of fear and intimidation over the city, just as she had done on Echnos.

This time the machine did not generate fear. It was not a phobis device which preyed upon the anxiety that already resided in the populace. Whatever it was that began to bloom like a flower reaching for the sunlight, it was fear itself.

The sound of gears grinding and whirring as it opened echoed through the city. Even the shields of the metropolitan gates were not enough of a barrier from the cries which ran through the atmosphere. Judah had never seen anything so large, not as this was being used. He had heard of the vessels which the Confederacy of Independent Systems used to deploy their droids into battle, but this was the thing of legend and nightmare.

It captivated him for a moment. Judah stopped in his tracks. He found himself admiring the magnitude of what lay before him. The ingenuity of the mind was an astonishing thing. It was capable of inventing solutions which benefited the galaxy, bringing life and healing to the sick and broken. What Judah's eyes were fixed on was a testament of a different kind. It was a display of the evil one could dream, how a mind twisted and bent toward war could find ways to bring pure and unadulterated destruction upon the innocent.

He should not have admired it, and yet, Judah could not help but be slightly impressed.

Judah reached for his throat, coughing as the aroma of jasmine and rain grew stronger. It settled upon him like a marker, identifying his location. The Jedi pressed through despite how overwhelming the sensation was. Whatever the lessons he should have learned on Echnos, they were secondary to the fact that Srina Talon could not be allowed to succeed. If he could stop her, he could strike a devastating blow into the heart of the Sith Order.

He could force their advancement to scatter and break.

Suddenly he could feel her as though she was standing right in front of him. Her mind had been stronger than his on Echnos, and it was still. There was no sense in fighting her, wasting energy in keeping her out. Judah simply needed to control what he thought about. He focused on what Srina already knew. The desire to be reunited with his wife in death settled in the front of his mind even as her words reverberated within his thoughts.

<<...I see you…>>​

Judah let the thought guide him to her like a beacon. The spotlight which she had cast on him with her mental barrage had a source, a beginning, and that was where she would be. His legs drank in the Force, putting speed to where he had kept a more cautious pace. Judah reached the edge of the city by the time the final petal of the landing castle locked into place.

His eyes found her.

There were others who seemed to move in and out of the barrier. The shielding was either weak or permitted for slower moving objects to pass through. Either way, Judah took his chance, timing his movement with when the next unit passed through the shield. He was either going to fry or….

<<< "Captain Isoroku Spruance this is GADF Major General Lupa Visz . We need close air support, anything you can spare. Target is that damned spire you can see from orbit. Hit it as hard as you can." >>>

The message rang in the comms.

"FRAK."

Judah cursed under his breath again. He reached for comms, something he was grateful he thought to tap into for once.

<<< "Neagatory soldierinos… I'm in the strike zone and would appreciate not dying because of friendly fire. Besides… you're not blasting your way through this shield. I'll have to deal with it from the inside if I can. Focus on the Sith breaching the city. I repeat, Sith are breaching the city." >>>

Whether he wanted it or not, Judah was now committed. He passed through the shield and walked along the castle, using it as a platform. When he was positive he was standing near the Empress, Judah leaped to the ground hoping to land right in front of her. Regardless of where he landed his face wore the signature Lesan grin, the one Katara had always said was trouble.

"Hello there!"

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Woostri, Gopsthal City
Objective: Overwatch & Help Hold Back the Sith Forces
Gear: Lightsaber (Physical Crossguard)/Lightsaber Pike | Armour
Allies: Lupa Visz | Jessikal Skea | Gress D'ran | Shan Pavond | Everest Vale | Tigris (GADF/NJO)
Enemies: Tamsin Graves | Alana Calloway (Sith Order)

From high above, Katherine could see the vastness of the storm, pockets of it shifting and churning to the machinations of the Sith. Off in the distance she could see one such ‘pocket’ being empowered, twisted into a crimson red. Even from this distance, Katherine could feel traces of malevolence; fear and dread, emanating from whomever the source was.

Then red streaks of lightning struck out towards the Data Center. Right where she believed Colette and Ko were stationed.

“May the Force be with you both.”

Katherine turned around, but before she could resume her flying a deafening sound caught her attention. She looked towards the source, towards where the mass of the Sith Order forces had landed. That tower spire of a ship that had embedded itself in the ground…

It was moving.

The Valkyrie could hear the echoes of its metallic groaning, as sections of its exterior began to lift up into formation. Katherine didn’t need to know the details, to know that wasn’t a good thing.

It needed to be halted, but ho-

Katherine couldn’t continue that thought, as her lightsaber snapped to hand just in time to deflect a volley of blaster bolts. She had been hovering idle too long, and a group of Sith Order troops had found her, opening fire. And from the sounds of their yelling, they weren’t too happy with her.

She swooped down towards them, deflecting their attacks as she descended towards the street. Katherine landed with a loud thud, kicking up a load of dust and small pieces of rubble. She stared down the enemy troopers, golden eyes visible even through the visor of her helmet.

Folding her wings protective behind her back, Katherine began to approach, bringing her lightsaber up to intercept their blasters.

 

[Isoroku Spruance]

It took unusually long for a response to come down the chain. When it did both Lupa Visz and Judah Lesan 's eardrums were blown out by a cacophony of static and... screams? Like a thousand voices all screaming in unison and horror.

"Unavailable to-" came the haggard voice of Fleet Captain Isoroku Spruance, before being drowned out by what sounded like volleys of blaster-fire and something repeatedly striking wet flesh, "I repeat, unavailable to provide ground fire support for time being! Where is the damn Security Team? The bridge can't hold out much longer! I have dead on every dec-"

And the comms-link went silent.

 

[Drystan Creed]

Tags:
Enemies: Zachariah Conway
Allies:
Equipment: Standard (In Bio) | A gift
Wearing
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Drystan kept scanning, tracking his mark as they split off from the others. Still, he lacked the intel needed for a proper plan—until, without warning, a sudden jolt yanked him toward the hooded figure.

Caught.

He barely had time to react before he was launched, sent hurtling through the air. Glass shattered against his armor, the impact jarring but sparing him from lacerations. Still, the landing was brutal—he tumbled hard before finally skidding to a stop, dropping into a low crouch.

That was unexpected—knocked the breath right out of him. He had hoped to gather more intel before it came to this. Fine. He could adapt. Learning on the fly wasn't ideal, but Drystan was no stranger to less-than-ideal situations.

A breath. A second to center himself. Then, he tapped into Alliance comms.

"Shadow Creed here. Opposing Force user identified. Moving to engage."

Whoever this was, they had power. But power could be outpaced. Outran. Overwhelmed.

He had to go fast. Needed to go fast.

He stood, fingers tightening around his saber's hilt as he lowered his stance. The storm raged around them—lightning, wind, chaos.

Run with it. Use it.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning split the sky—Drystan moved.

He shot forward, closing the gap in a blink. His saber cleared its holster, igniting in a brilliant blue flash—just as the lightning struck. With some help from the Force, he caught the bolt in his blade, its energy surging through it, fueling the power behind his retaliatory strike.

Zachariah Conway

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Woostri
Outside Central Archive and Computation Building
Reuniting with Corazona von Ascania
Mentioned: Connel Vanagor and nearby allies to Cora
Soundtrack​

Prim, proper and formal as ever, Cora called out a greeting with a thinly veiled challenge. The neti had indeed grown much since last they met, including the biomechanical object which zinged with bright emotion at her core. Emotion the likes of which A'Mia hadn't experienced before fluttered through her. Was this nostalgia? Warm regards for a familiar face? She was unsure and the darkly twisted Murakami Orchid couldn't tell her since she'd so successfully suppressed it and bent it to her will. A mystery to unravel another time perhaps.

"Oh you are nearly as lovely as I remember you, Cora! Well... save for the unfortunate wilting and aging your kind seem to undergo so rapidly."

The woman sang out earnestly as her grotesque mode of transportation made to set her down. She even pouted a little as she noted the woman's new scar and the passage of several years since last they'd seen one another. Rather than approach however, she glided backward ever so slightly and the creatures lurched forward. The Jedi Knight might sense the creeping tendrils of darkness that seemed to ooze from both A'Mia and her fell creations, their energy moving like a sped up slime mold which seeped into the cracks of their surroundings. The woman's intense pupil-less eyes went milky white and her head twitched to one side a bit, registering the nearby yet still distant enough presences of other Jedi or their compatriots that were unfamiliar to her. She would keep them in mind so as not to be flanked.

"Such a shame we both seem to be here on business, I'd love to catch up when I'm not busy availing this data center of it's information!" As if it would all be so simple, as if their worlds could not be farther apart.

With A'Mia it was sometimes difficult to know what she truly believed in her apparent derangement, versus what was said as merely a quirk of her particular brand of very off-colored humor. One thing though seemed undoubtedly genuine and that was the neti's glee at running into the familiar Jedi. All the while those creeping mounds lurched slowly closer.

"How rude of me, I haven't introduced you to my pets."

The pets in question blurred as they moved with uncanny and horrific speed. One of the creatures lashed out with two long grasping vines as if to grab at the woman's ankles, while the other one moved like a massive soggy tumbleweed to roll around her opposite side where it aimed to flank her, hauling off with a slamming swing of a trunk like limb.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Secure the Data
Tags: Commodore Helix / Zachariah Conway / Open!
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As the flak began being directed towards their shuttle the masked Sith Lord finally did make His way to a seat at the behest of the droid commander, grabbing onto a nearby handle as He quickly locked Himself into the seat. A glance at Helix fell short when the droid dispersed from one solid form into a cloud of what at first glance appeared to be metallic dust. "Well that's new." Was He the only one not full of new tricks between the three of them?

Thankfully Helix's apparent dusting proved to be a tactical move as the ship managed to reach the ground without being blasted into multiple pieces or embedding itself into the ground in a blazing inferno. "Another happy landing." He muttered under His breath as Helix reformed and Zachariah forced open the exit of the shuttle, unhooking Himself from the seat and letting go of the now crumpled handle that He had been holding onto as He stood and made His way out of the shuttle.

Glass cracked and caved under His heavy footfalls as He set foot on the 'beach' that they had made their landing on, His visored gaze swiveling around to survey the area before flickering back to Zachariah as he departed their company. He watched the other Sith for a long few moments before finally looking back at Helix and the droids that had accompanied them. "Now that the babysitting is over with, I believe we have some information to secure yes?" Between the shield and the defenders that would no doubt be quickly rushing to intercept their landing it would be a task easier said then done.

But of course, the difficulty regarding this particular outing was exactly why He was here in the first place. Darth Strosius pulled His lightsaber from His belt and gestured towards the city. "Where precisely is our heading? Our landing zone is a bit...different from when I glanced over it on the way down." There were a good few more craters than when He had glimpsed out of the shuttle's viewport when they broke through the atmosphere, the greatest of which being that of the immense spike which they had followed down to the surface. Thankfully it was a fair distance away so at least most of the initial attention should still be focused its direction.

 

[Festerruman Sachiel]

"I will bring distress upon men, And they shall walk like blind men, Because they have sinned against our LORD; Their blood shall be poured out like dust, And their flesh will turn to rotten refuse."

Tags: Gress D'ran Ysennia Lee Nos Voros Jessikal Skea Shan Pavond Katherine Holt Tigris Everest Vale Azurine Varek Ashley Nevermore Srina Talon Commodore Helix

Objective: Cross the river. Cleanse the City.

Flak fire swept upwards turning an already infernal sky even darker as puffs of black smoke erupted amongst the incoming ships. Such was the terrifying volume of Alliance fire that it seemed like the direction of the deluge created by Mon Mors had reversed but with plasma as its rain-drops.

Pact transports burned in mid-air. Some melted like falling snowflakes in sudden sunlight and some blew out in noisy, brittle flashes and pelted the city with metal hail. Some fell into the sea, trailing sickly grey smoke. Others still having some semblance of control deliberately buried themselves like tracer rounds into Alliance anti-air gun emplacements or troop concentrations.

But it seemed useless. Like trying to strike down a mile-long locust swarm with pebbles. Futile. Pointless. Simply prolonging the inevitable. At least until suddenly two massive mid-air detonations erupted within their midst, courtesy of Katherine Holt , its rippling shockwaves both ripping nearly a hundred transports out of the air and crashing into the sea.

As the swarm finally began to reach the beachhead they bit back. Dozens of Pact gunships made near-suicidal runs on Alliance anti-air platforms in the ocean but to little avail as they were knocked out of the sky one by one by chainlasers. Hellstomper firepower was too heavy to take on from above.

But from below?

“This is Chervertim-Colonel Asenath of Taskforce Mirial. Requesting aquatic friendly units to immediately eliminate enemy amphibious anti-air platforms. I am authorized to dispense payment of precious metals, including captured Beskar, upon completion. Disappoint or betray me and I shall personally see to it that your tongues shall be pulled through a slit in your gullet.”

Some drop-ships made it to the beach intact.

Their bows slammed into the beach, throwing up sand and dirt, before throwing open their hatches. The heavily armoured Pact shock-troopers from Taskforce Mirial were the first soldiers to have their boots finally hit solid ground.

They were also the first to die.

Flak-fire, repurposed as airburst munitions, scythed through their ranks. It may have been indirect fire but with the Raven droids above it might as well have been a chain laser firing directly into their ranks.

Several transports, disoriented by the sea-spray and heavy fire, misjudged their approach and dropped their cargo too far from shore. Sith and Pact troopers alike leaped into what they thought was shallow water, only to vanish beneath the waves, their heavy packs dragging them down like anchors. Hundreds drowned before ever firing a shot, their bodies floating lifelessly in the surf.

The unrelenting tides swept away the dead or the wounded too weak to fight the current. The overwhelming odor of already rotting bodies, cordite, and ozone would have knocked out the soldiers if it wasn’t for their sealed helmets. Yet, despite the carnage, the tide of Sith soldiers continued to push forward, even at a terrible cost.

The relentless combat pioneers of Taskforce Mirial began their work even under withering fire. A complex of trench lines covered the stretch of open beach to the ruins. Grip-pads and roads were installed in the sand for heavy vehicles. Forward bases and observation posts established. Command and medical aid bunkers were starting to be dug already. Within an hour, a veritable city had risen up on the beachline in opposition to the burning Woostri capital.

Once this was done, Chervertim-Colonel Asenath and his staff made their landings. His boots struck the blood-encrusted sand as he looked on at the ongoing carnage and his army’s attempt to control it. Corpses stacked like sandbags marked the high-water line and became makeshift cover for the waves that followed. Larger landers were now deploying heavier vehicles and walkers to prepare for the push into the city itself.

He watched a platoon of Sith Stormtroopers make their way up the beach, trying to reach the cover of the ruins, only to disappear in puffs of red mist from an airburst flak shell detonating.

“Has the artillery finished offloading?” he asked, his scarred facial features stiff.

“Yes. But a fifth of the guns have been disabled out already.”

Asenath looked upwards, catching glimpses of metal glimmering in the sky.

“Bring up the Fifth Anti-Air Company. I know they’ve taken a beating but their duty to the Warmaster is not yet done. Strike those bastards from the sky. After that began the preparatory bombardment. Add in some counter-battery fire and maybe we can at least have a break from their petulant guns.”

On his order shoulder-mounted anti-air missiles began to streak upwards. Tracked transports with quad laser cannons drummed and pumped their barrels like pistons, sending long stitching lines of tracer fire into the sky to strike the cursed drones out of the air.

In the beachline and ruined city the Pact had assembled their artillery en masse. Only a small fraction had made it through the still thick wall of flak. But such a thing had been predicted by Sith tacticians anyhow so an excess had been sent. Asenath had more than enough to work with. A metal forest of gun barrels had risen up.

Everything from light mortars to rocket artillery had been gathered for a single purpose: to suppress the river line.

Srina Talon 's shield overhead went online.

The rain stopped.

“Fire!”

Then it began to rain again.

This time it was not water but steel.

The thunderous light show lit up the entire front. Muzzle-flashes strobed and danced blindingly for a hundred kilometers east and west. Rockets screeched through the black skies, sounding like great blocks of steel grinding together and leaving behind them a trail of fire. Large-caliber howitzers and siege mortars joined in.

Largest of the guns arrayed that day was a battery of six Fragor Heavy Howitzers. Divine weapons of war blessed by their Goddess sent shells the size of speeders shrieking into the lower atmosphere before they plunged downwards like angels cast out of heaven. Guided by radar sensors and listening posts, they had been given the duty of suppressing Alliance big guns.

The opposing side of the riverline simply disappeared in fire and earth. The sounds of individual explosions quickly blurred together. At first, it was a staccato rhythm, the familiar thunder of war—but as more and more guns joined the chorus, their relentless fury merged into an overwhelming, singular roar. It was no longer a series of detonations but a single, unbroken detonation that never stopped.

But even this god-killing crescendo was drowned out by the roar of Pact Troopers now given the order to charge. Thousands of warriors rose from their trenches and foxholes, surging forward from the ruins towards the riverline.

Fifty Parum-Class Medium Walkers followed close behind, slapping what was left of the riverline with barrages of Proton Missiles and volleys turbolaser fire before splashing into the river itself. Their aquatic drives activated. Pact soldiers clung onto them like ants on a floating leaf.

Combat Pioneers began to set up bridging equipment across the ruins of bridges demolished by the Alliance. The rest continued to charge down the causeways. Unceasing and uncaring for the massive casualties they were now taking they continued onwards like a river made of bodies.

The bombardment began to creep forward as the assault continued.

Artillery and rain wasn’t the only thing falling.

Reaver-class pods fell too. Repurposed from boarding pods they would serve to deploy the Warmaster’s elite.

Their forward shields and jammers turned to maximum; these pods hurtled downwards at hypersonic speeds. Even then four out of the ten sent were atomized by multiple direct turbolaser hits while another was knocked off course and was last seen splashing into the ocean, not having slowed down.

A hundred meters from the ground, internal dampers of the other half of the drop-pods kicked in and tried to arrest their fall. Even so they created craters and sent spidering cracks through the limestone streets. Clouds of dust were thrown up.

The doors of the battered drop-pods creaked open.

Any normal soldier would have been dazed by the hard landing. But these were not normal troopers.

Two blazing crimson lights appeared in the dust. Armoured hands gripped chain lasers and heavy repeating blaster cannons.

Reports filtered through their Impervium Masks. Thirty of them had survived landing.

These were Death Brigadiers, chosen Shock Troopers given divine blessing by the Warmaster Himself.

And they had a single mission: attack medical stations and civilian hide-outs to draw Alliance attention.

Spoiler: Summary

-Pact Forces have completed landing procedures, albeit with devastating casualties.
-Pact Commander Chervertim-Colonel Asenath has requested anyone on Objective 1 to eliminate the floating anti-air guns
-Massed Pact artillery in bombarding the riverine in a creeping barrage while sending human waves and bridging equipment in an attempt to establish a bridgehead. Darth Nefaron and Veradun Sharr might be caught up in the chaos.
-Superheavy guns begin their duel with Ysennia Lee 's artillery
-Elite Shock troops infiltrate the rear line to attack civilians that Shan Pavond and Jessikal Skea are protecting

 

[Colette]

Ko Vuto
Quinn Varanin / Kaila Irons / Eira Dyn

The hairs along the back of Colette's neck and spine stood with a slight tickle like the moments before a premonition or a reminder of something that she had forgotten long ago. Some part of her figured it was the lightning and the wind, but the other knew better than that. The force began to ripple and flow with each passing raindrop that soaked through her skin, building up a force of something unseen until eventually the skies reached down for the Jedi where they stood.

Funny thing about wishes were the ways in which they could turn all too real all too fast. Ko had wished to take a more active part in the defense, and so it would seem that his hidden wish had become true no sooner than he had hinted at it. Colette jumped backwards into a slight stumble. Fast enough to avoid the strike, slow enough to feel the fear it left in its wake.

"That was no normal lightning." She called out to Ko, hoping he would hear her. "Be on your guard!"

A trickle in the force warned of danger. Colette skipped backwards yet again closer to Ko in defense as the figure of a warrior descended from the heavens with violent intent. Had there ever been some sort of doubt what was going on at this point it was well enough shattered by now. Colette's saber ignited with a hiss, raindrops smattering against the blue blade with a constant crackle and pop as she assessed the situation.

From what she could see there were two opponents. One was heavily armored and masked, the other was the one who had thrown lightning at them. Order of operation was to take out the ones at range first to force the enemy to relinquish control before engaging with the ones who were the clear and more present danger. This masked warrior was clearly the most immediate threat in terms of actual combat. Well-equipped, well-trained, well-versed and all the other wells that one would expect. In a sense Colette admired it, in another she despised it.

Backing off from the violet-bladed warrior she extended her hand towards the stormy Echani. The winds around Colette quieted for a moment. The rain, the water, the debris and winds calmed around her as they seemed to flow away from the Jedi and redirected themselves into a violent crash course with the lightning striker.

Back to back with her friend, Colette called out in the relative calm of the storm.

"I'll take care of the echani, you take the armored one." She said to Ko, not really asking as much as ordering him. "Force be with you."

 

[Forgotten Clanker]

//: Abandoned Woostri Warehouse //:
//: C1-1347 //: Kartus Lok //:

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B1 Status Report​

Unit Reactivating…​

BZZT.​

// Uh-Oh //

Darkness. Then light. Then noise—So much noise. The auditory sensors shrieked to life, overwhelmed, but the static-filled transmission had somehow wormed its way into the B1 units comm array.

Unknown Signal Detected (Music Courtesy of Gress D'ran )​

A melody. Warbled, distant, but undeniably present. It droned through the B1's circuits, rattling long-dormant subroutines, like a vibroblade scraping against durasteel. Its photoreceptors flickered online, feeding a view of dust-choked metal, crates stacked high like forgotten tombstones, and a ceiling that had more holes than a senatorial lie. It tried to move.

Bad idea.

The servos of the battle droid screamed. Its joints, stiff from who-knew-how-long in storage, whined in protest. The B1 felt its head wobble when it tried to swivel it—successfully—but something clicked and cracked quite ominously. The B1 seemed to note that its head almost seemed to be off kilter. Too light. As if it were missing something. Had someone chopped off part of its dome for parts?

Self-Diagnostic: Pending​

"Roger, roger…wait, where am I?"

Memory Core: Corrupted​

Chronometer: Failure​

Tactical Drives: MISSING​

That was concerning. More concerning than the noise some bio-flesh creature might call music. Which, was certainly not a droid-approved marching cadence. It was against the guidelines! Against protocol. Someone was certainly getting demoted for this.

A rustle. Movement. A shadow rolled across the optical feed of the B1—Small, round, and erratic. A fellow droid? Yes. A C1-unit. It looked familiar, very familiar, but the battle droid calculated that it was rude to profile a fellow automaton so easily. Afterall, it had a long mane of glorious locks that no droid common roller bot could have access to. Glorious.

"Processing…"

It did not compute. It absolutely, positively, did not compute.

A C1 with long, flowing tresses that cascaded in dramatic, wind-tossed waves? If its heuristic algorithms were still intact, the B1 might have, possibly, determined that this was, in fact, absolutely absurd. Instead, all it could conclude was that something had either gone very wrong or very right since it had last been activated. The automaton decided then to try and unfold from its safe mode storage position and made it approximately two centimeters before hitting its head on the top of the crate.

The music was so loud! Its processors seemed to be absolutely scrambled.

"Ugh. What is that racket?"

A body dropped on the floor right in front of the storage crate and the B1 stared at the organic life form for a long moment. It became aware of sounds of conflict and eventually the battle droid deduced that it had been awakened in a future timeline where their kind grew hair and the fleshbags stopped existing…Very quickly, when vital arteries were punctured.

The music over the comm array swelled.

Somewhere outside, combat, was taking place.

Somewhere inside, a C1, teeming with charisma and hair-based superiority was on a quest.

And this B1?

This B1 was stuck in a storage crate.​

It processed its situation for 2.3 seconds before concluding the following should be relayed to the C1 before it decided to leave. "Nice shot."

"Unit C1 - Provide assistance? My servos need lubrication to become functional. This crate made of wood and other toxic fibers is keeping a good battledroid down."

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Demons
Equipment: Twin Omens | DE-10 | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Circlet of Projection
Allies: Sith Order
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
Tags: Alana Calloway | Katherine Holt

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The pair ran but it was not enough to fully escape the cataclysm of destruction. As the Soldier with Tamsin ignited their shield and covered her body to brace them from the storm of debris that flew from the blast. Tamsin couldn't see much from her low position and under the cover of the soldier. She thought she had been trying to save the soldier but instead the soldier had saved her from the blasts of shrapnel.

The bast of debris blew around them and past them in a wave like the oceans of this world rippling and reverberating through the air and nearby buildings. Tamsin felt the heat pass by her in like a fiery gust of wind. Glass shattered and duracrete cracking under the magnitude. War was now in full bloom and the monster inside Tamsin was loving it, she could feel it feeding and wanting more it hungered for more.

As the blast started to subsided and the soldier allowed Tamsin some more breathing room the young woman looked up at the sky the storms brewing now above. Charged and full of rage, violently manifested by dark conjurors. Tamsin smiled then though the battle had just begun she at least knew Quinn Varanin at least was still in the fight which meant her sister was too.

"Alright…." Not knowing the soldiers' name there had been no time to ask. "Soldier, I am Tamsin Graves, we need to make our way to the Data Center. Are you with me?" A strange sense of confidence grew inside her, not sure if it was the demon growing strong that made her feel or if it was just her own confidence. It very well could have been the rush of surviving the blast the near-death experience that charged her up. "Are you good to move on?" Almost forgetting to check to see if the soldier was alright with the new confidence surging through her veins.

She started to move forward in the direction the charges were being led and the heading of the storm, she was sure, was Quinns. Though she only got a few steps forward when the angel from above came to ground. Hails of blaster fire from nearby soldiers opened fire immediately as Tamsin saw the winged angel fold their wings behind them. Then it ignited its saber and deflected the blaster fire.

This is the part where you were supposed to be afraid, fear should bring you crippling to the ground or running in full retreat. Tamsin to the soldier next to her and a wicked mischievous grin crossed her face. "I mean it did just try to kill us, it's only polite to return the favor." Her tiny hand went for her belt pulling the tiny shiny cylindrical object from it. It was then the demon in waiting said one more thing to the soldiers as it waited for the other answer.

"The girl, protect her, she is of my flesh. She is my vessel and conduit."​

Tamsin looked at the soldier hoping they were okay enough to want this fight, but she would not rush their choice. No matter how much she wanted to call out the angel and get its damn attention. If the soldier thought, it was best just to go for the Data center then that would be it but they had a chance to take out that which had just tried to kill them.