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

[Ko Vuto]

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Location: Woostri
Objective: Counter Intelligence
Tags: Quinn Varanin | Kaila Irons | Eira Dyn | Colette

Ko’s head tilted some as he noticed Colette’s arrival and heard her question. “I believe Sith forces have now touched down on Woostri. All I know is that one of their large cruisers landed not too far from here. But my field of view hasn't stretched that far to get much detail.” The Kel Dor explained to the fellow Jedi knight. Although the Force was great at allowing Ko to see many things around him that would otherwise elude his perception. Persons or objects farther away were shrouded in a deep haze.

“You and I are standing atop one of the major data centers here in the city. A primary target for our opponents. I’ve been directing most of my focus here. Like a psychic surveillance system.” Ko continued to elaborate. Speaking up over the harsh winds. Here he was acting more like a quasi-omniscient watcher for the building they both stood over. Here to protect the valuable data housed within and those left trying to make copies for what they found to be most crucial incase all here was lost.

Letting out a sigh Ko’s shoulder’s sagged. “Admittedly it’s not really what I wish to be doing right now. Even if it is possibly the wiser option for me to be leveraging my skills here. A more patient defender unlike our companions on the frontlines.” The Kel Dor added, somewhat confiding to Colette. His view going a bit softer, almost over washed away from the winds. Somewhat wishing he would be taking a more proactive role here on Woostri. But Ko always tried to see the bigger picture with these things and trusted in what he was doing. Wasn’t that part of what being a Jedi was all about? Setting aside one's personal goals and desires for something more?​

 

[Commodore Helix]

Objective: Exit the vehicle.
Equipment: Flamestaff, Horror Matrix, E-4H Blaster Carbine
Tags: Darth Strosius , Zachariah Conway​

Helix could almost feel the rage simmering off Alisteri, and gave a chirping command in Binary to the pilot. "F̸̗̳͐̉͘l̶͕̟͐̓̈́̓y̴̭̯͉̓͆͠ ̶͙̦̺́́̿f̶̦̈́̒a̴̭͙͎͔͐̕s̵͚̠̩͓̈́̄̾̐t̵̻͍̂͋̇̕e̶͉̟̿̎̆r̷̤͓͚̻͔͑̚!̵͎̥̍̔̀͘" He snapped at the droid, who hurried to comply. He didn't want to be in this enclosed space if the Sith lost his temper. While Helix was quite confident he'd survive any crash landing, he was also confident that the Tsis'kaar as a whole would be less than pleased that he'd let their trump card die.

"Not far now, Lord Strosius." He responded evenly. He was tempted to control the vessel more directly, and the nano-scourge that now formed his body bristled, causing needle-sharp spines to briefly ripple across the surface of his form. His decision got made for him quickly; he saw that the massive pod they had been using as cover was down. Alisteri's prognostication was immediately proven correct; they began taking flak. Light at first, then worse as it began to zero in on them.

"Strap yourselves in please, if you would." Helix asked politely, before his form rippled and buzzed, bursting into a cloud of nanite dust that surged into the vehicle's controls.

His consciousness split across billions of small minds, and he began to direct them in their work. Some swarmed across the surface of the vessel, forming a diamond-hard sheen that turned away all but the most direct of fire. Others formed into enormous metallic tendrils, in preparation for the inevitable rough landing. The vessel resembled nothing so much as some great ocean-dwelling cephalopod as it plunged toward the ground.

The shuttle slowed greatly, but still hit the ground hard, and began to tumble. The metal limbs that had formed across its surface caught it, and with incredible strength, arrested its momentum. The vessel groaned under the strain, but gradually righted itself.

"We have landed." Announced Helix cheerfully as he reformed inside the cockpit. "And should exit shortly. It will not take them long to find this vessel."

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Knowledge ​

Tags: Tamsin Graves​

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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There was something familiar to this feeling that Alana had. Though she couldn’t place it. An echo from a past memory bubbled to the surface.​

"Lucky for you, I take payment in publicity, if you'd be so kind."

The forms of lobster like beings came to her mind next, to which she dismissed to being another side effect of her dreams. As such, it was disposed of within her mind. The ship she found herself on moved into position, her body motions remained tight, feeling the other bodies of her comrades against her. She tries to think of the operation, of what she was here to do, but it came back as static. Emptiness. Regardless, she felt she understood why she was here…yet how she knew that she couldn’t explain. It felt more like a feeling, an impulse, but the the aspect of this that concerned her remained how unbothered she was at this fact.

Her awareness slowly ebbed forth, feelings of other entities began to replace the static that buzzed in her mind, and sensation replaced the sense of nothingness.

It felt familiar, in a sense. A cold swept across her, as if she was being submerged into sub zero waters. It engulfed her, threatened to swallow her, yet she felt no panic. Behind the helmet, her face remained stoic, yet her eyes widened as if finding something unnerving. She felt movement, the world about her pulled away, her comrades were departing. The mission was underway, and then-

Something struck her, something was speaking to her. She awoke to a woman before her, the cold that had been drowning her now stood before her, clad in a human form. There was a twitch in Alana’s body, several reactions went through her brain at once, with only one winning out. “My lady, do you require an escort?” Her voice was offset by the helmet, Tamsin now had the full attention of the soldier before her, though internal Alana felt adrift on an angry sea.

Something was going horribly wrong,

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[Kasir Dorran]

Allies: Sith Order, Srina Talon
Foe: Galactic Alliance
Opposition: Open

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For the Sith, victory was more than a result.

It was a way of life.

Rooted for a moment longer in observation, Kasir felt disdain towards the enemy’s fire. Their efforts would be in vain, this much he knew. In the shadows, he glanced down at his mechanical forearm, rotating it until the glint finally showed itself. Every day it served as a reminder of survival and trauma. And even now, the very sight of it brought forth memories that were restless, sparking flames of rage that had been suppressed for far too long.

With grace, the Darkseeker pushed back the hood that shrouded his face, allowing porcelain skin to catch the light. Here on Woostri, there was no need for secrecy; everything he desired was within reach, ripe for the taking.

His eyes, once vibrant, were now a shadowy abyss. Slowly shifting his focus, they locked onto the white haired woman. It was then memories of Echnos City flickered in the sangir’s mind, a time when he was still alive in a more human sense, a time when emotions flooded through him like a river from the phobis device. He had nearly fallen victim to its effects, and it was she that came to his aid, a powerful presence through a conjured image of a memory on Dromund Kaas.

Though his loyalty was believed to be pledged only to Wonosa, today Kasir would fulfill what felt like something long overdue. Reaching out through the dark tendrils of the Force, he would deliver a message.

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

Stepping forward, his calculating gaze pierced the distance, scanning with predatory intent. All around the air was thick tension. The presence of others lingered on the edges of his mind, but their exact identities were unknown. For now at least. A single hand brushed against the long hilt of his saberstaff, a reassuring presence to be sure. Wasting no more time, he darted forward like a wisp of smoke, enhanced senses alert and ready for whatever lay ahead.

 

[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Woostri
Tags: Drystan Creed | Commodore Helix | Darth Strosius | Srina Talon & The Academy Gang
Equipment: Lightsaber | Sith Armour | Helmet
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Under his mask, there was a smirk.

The metaphorical cat had been released from the bag and Zachariah could only picture what was running through the mind of Alisteri Haxim. The fact that he had been adopted into the Talon dynasty had never been a secret except to Darth Strosius for fear of what the Sith Lord would do if he found out. Zachariah didn't much care what the Sith Lord would do anymore, hence no need for a secret.

Their droid companion set the ship down and the young Sith Knight let out a sigh. Helix's nantite dust trick had been effective at preventing them from being blown to bits and turned into scrap metal before they'd even reached the planet surface.

After just a few moments, the young boy used the force to release the door to their shuttle with the force. He agreed with the suggestion from Commodore Helix , that they needed to move quickly. Someone had almost certainly seen their aggressive landing and the enemy forces were most definitely moving on their shuttle.

Rising to his feet, the young boy double checked that his weapon was fixed at his hip. The rain was beginning to pool at the entrance to the ship and Zachariah had to admit he was somewhat worried it would begin to fill the vessel at some point. It was coming down thick, fast and heavy.

But there was something else that caught the young boy's eye. They'd landed on what appeared to be a beach, however it was a beach unlike anything he'd seen before. He strolled casually to the entrance of the shuttle and crouched, running his fingers through what should have been sand.

"Glass..." he commented towards absolutely no-one, just opting to speak out loud. Where there was supposed to be sand, instead there was an entire beach of glass. Before he could even question what had happened, his gaze was drawn off in the distance where he saw the big spike that they'd been following into atmosphere earlier.

It had clearly hit the ground with some force, causing Zachariah had to query just hard it had hit to have turned most of the surrounding beach into glass. The physics on that alone was quite impressive. He shook his head, with a smile under his mask.

"Well, there's worse ways to make an entrance Grandmother" he commented quietly to himself with a chuckle to himself to follow up. He'd felt Srina Talon 's presence on the spike the moment he'd commanded the droid to slip in behind it as they entered the planets atmosphere.

Turning to Helix and Strosius, he stood back up. They knew the mission as well as he did. "The city is protected by a shield that needs to come down." he commented towards the duo. "Providing the shuttle survives the rainfall, I shall meet you back here when the mission is completed" he stated.

With a nod to Helix, Zachariah set off into the rain. His goal? To reach the city without being torn about by the rain.

 

[Judah Lesan]

WEARING: Robes
WEAPONS: 2 Lightsabers
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance
ENEMIES: Srina Talon (#IMMENENT)

The sun which was just beginning to rise over Woostri’s vast ocean expanse suddenly went dark. A quiet tension hangs in the air as if the world itself knows what is coming. It is the only city on the planet, a towering metropolis built above the water. Its transparateel structures reflect the seas. Suddenly, all of it was shattered as a massive object streaked across the sky. Engines roared through the atmosphere as dark silhouettes against the fading light. The first wave descended as the invasion of the city was underway.

Amidst the chaos, Judah Lesan was already in motion. A shadow among shadows, he stood atop the city’s highest spires, watching as the enemy forces landed. His eyes narrow, as he sensed the dark presence of the Sith.

In a moment he smelled something familiar. The wind carried a scent on the breeze that was not natural to the salty fragrance of the ocean which surrounded the city. It was intoxicating, alluring, ethereal. There was a sensation with it, as though the very aroma surrounded him.

Jasmine and rain.

It was ironic considering the turbulent storm all around him. That particular fragrance should not have been anything the Jedi should detect over the natural aroma of the storm. Judah should have known it right away, but it took him a moment. He had only encountered the fragrance one other time.

Echnos City.

Memories came rushing to the forefront of his mind of the Echani, the wife of the Sith Emperor, Srina Talon . He had been a fool to enter the governor’s mansion alone, to face her alone. Their battle had begun long before their blades met. Judah had managed to spring her trap, a mental ward which sent him crashing into the wall behind him. He could almost feel the impact all over again. Judah was crashed through a glass table, his head had been concussed for most of the battle. In the end, she shattered his arm.

Judah tightened his new hand into a fist and released it. The Jedi was still growing accustomed to the new technology that made up prosthetic limbs. Cybernetics had advanced quite a bit since he was a young Jedi Knight. Despite that, something was missing.

She had taken the weapon which remained hidden in his previous arm.

The Shadow had been lucky to escape. When the building collapsed on top of him, the rubble busted a hole into a corroded sewer line. Judah had been too blacked out to remember the muck and the stench of it all, but the shaft had saved his life.

Judah closed his eyes and cursed under his breath.

“Chit.”

If Srina Talon was on the surface that meant this place was in danger, more danger than anything that the monstrosity of the landing castle could cause. The overwhelming invasion of Sith troops was nothing compared to the devastation which the Echani Sith was capable of. Her power was immense and raw. It was wild and yet honed. The Empress was a raging storm which destroyed everything in her path while at the same time as precise as a surgeon’s scalpel.

Her presence bothered him, gnawing at the back of his mind like an open wound. Judah knew he must track her down before she could enact whatever dark scheme she had devised. The stakes are higher than ever. This was no longer just about securing the city, it was about preventing a catastrophe.

Without hesitation, he leaped from the edge of the spire, falling silently through the air, using the Force to guide his descent. His landing was flawless as his leather boots hit the next rooftop with barely a sound. Judah’s hood was pulled low over his face, as his presence was masked while clinging to the shadows of the city’s rooftops.

The Sith could be felt all around him, their dark energy rippling through the Force like the storm which raged on, but in the midst of chaos, Judah was a ghost. His focus was razor-sharp. He had to find the Dread Queen before she could cause any more devastation. Protecting the data center was secondary now, her actions were paramount. The city trembled beneath the storm, but Judah’s mind was fixated solely on her.

Judah would not let Srina Talon slip through his fingers again.

He would be on her location soon.

 

[Jessikal Skea]

Objective: Aid GADF Forces Against the SO/Give Medical Attention To Those in Need
Tags: Shan
Equipment: Standard 44th Equipment

As the 44th went out into the city, walking with Knight Shan as he set up the traps for the oncoming Sith onslaught, Jessikal looked to the sky for a moment. It had oddly gotten dark for a moment, but that is when her eyes widened. "Everyone to cover now!" Jessikal shouted as the first of the bombs begen to pelt the city. Jessikal herself grabbed one of the members of the 44th pulling her to side to help weather the bombs that were striking the city. The sounds of explosions, the vibrations shaking the ground they were standing on, some of the buildings crumbling around them all. As the Alliance defenses returned fire all Jessikal can hear was the broadcasted message:

“Defenders of Gotshal! The Death God hangs above your rotten city! The Iron Spire has pierced your fortress walls! The Pact of Apophis has come! Your cowardly leaders hide like vermin on Coruscant, having abandoned you all and cowering at our approach. Defend this doomed city if you wish—it will not save you. Your blood will stain these streets, your bodies will feed the carrion, and your tombs shall be the streets. We will crush all who dare to resist the Warmaster!”

“Abandon your homes!”

“Abandon your posts!”

“Abandon all hope!”

Psychological warfare. Something to instill fear into the hearts of the defenders. Once the bombers had passeed, Jessikal stepped out to call out to the rest of the 44th. Most of them responded back, calling out tha tthey were fine. A few seemed shaken up and a couple had minor injuries that can easily be patched up. She was relieved to say the least but just because they are fine, doesn't mean others arent. Already their communicators were flaring with requests for medical aid. Alliance soldiers and possibly even civilians that didn't make it to safety in time. Jessikal responded over the comms. "Roger, the 44th is moving in to assist. Keep the enemy occupied and we will get your wounded out."

Jessikal turned to the rest of the 44th "Ladies, we have people to save. You all know what to do. Get the critically wounded stabilzied and brought back to the medical tents. Anyone with minor injuries patch them up quickly so they can continue to fight. You all trained for this. Its time to put it to good work. I am sending your squad leads the coordinates of the affected areas. Be quick and stay safe."

The 44th all saluted before jogging off to the affected areas around the GA defensive lines. Luckily, they affected areas were all nearby and thus Knight Shan can rest easy that the medical company wasn't being that split up. Jessikal then began to run to catch up. "Come, Master Jedi. People are counting on us. Let's not make them wait too long now."

 

[Drystan Creed]

Tags:
Enemies: Zachariah Conway
Allies:
Equipment: Standard (In Bio) | A gift
Wearing
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Drystan continued his patrol until his helmet beeped to life—an alert. An incoming vessel.

His visor tracked its descent, settling on the glass-strewn beach nearby.

"Unidentified vessel at the beach. Moving to intercept," he cut in over the comms.

Without hesitation, he moved. Darting across rooftops, vaulting over ledges, rolling through narrow passages—his body flowed with the layout instinctively. He didn't know this place, but he didn't need to. Coruscant's undercity had trained him well. Streets like these were familiar enough.

Then—a dead end. A tight alley, boxed in by three buildings.

No problem.

Drystan launched himself off one wall, then another, bounding upward with ease. His fingers found ledges as boots found purchase. He twisted, flipped, climbed—until, at the apex, he kicked off into a spin, clearing the top. He landed with a roll, rising in a seamless stride as he broke into another sprint.

Minutes later, he reached the beach.

Belly to the ground, he crawled to the crest of a sandy hill, visor locking onto the figures emerging from the ship. The vessel's make. The worn armor. The way they carried themselves.

Sith. No doubt about it.

"Vessel identified—Sith Order. Performing reconnaissance."

His helmet zoomed in, sharpening the image. As Drystan analyzed the scene, his helmet silently relayed data back to the Alliance—recordings, images, coordinates. Every detail of the landing, captured and transmitted.

His gaze fixed on one figure in particular, Zachariah Conway . Hooded. Masked. Cloaked in authority. Not just another grunt.

Drystan steadied his breathing, his eyes unblinking.

Watching. Studying.

Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

 

[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 | Everest Vale | Tigris (GADF/NJO)
Enemies: Open (Sith Order)

Katherine flew against the torrential rain as it continued to downpour over the city. Never had she been more grateful to have been wearing a full suit of armour. The visor helped keep her vision clear, as she stretched out her wings and soared across the sky.

Seeing the Sith transports come descending down through the cover of the storm, Katherine ignited her lightsaber. The yellow blade ignited, and immediately a symphony of hisses began to emanate due to the rain falling upon it. With a flick of her wrist, the bottom of the hilt clicked open and the telescopic shaft snapped into place. Now wielding it in its light pike state, Katherine made a beeline towards the transports.

It would be impossible to take down a solid number of the shuttles, but if she could disrupt at least two or three, she’d consider it a minor victory. The winged Valkyrie was a yellow blur as she weaved and bobbed around the descending transports. Slashing at exterior, focusing mostly towards the rear; at the engines and thrusters. The strategy managed to cripple a couple of the transports, sending them careening off course into a crashing trajectory. In a way they’d still land, but hopefully with far less troops still alive inside.

But as Katherine went to pursue more, she heard them.

Turning her attention towards the coast, her visor picked up a multitude of ships moving towards the city. Moving together in formation, like a looming shadow that was preparing to unload death from above. The Valkyrie didn’t hesitate to change course and fly towards them, intent on intercepting. But that plan was quickly thwarted when the airspace was lit up with anti-air fire.

What remained of the city’s air defences were unloading on the bombers, managing to take some of their numbers down, while other blasts caused the dropped bombs to ignite too.

Suffice to say, not a suitable flyzone for a winged Jedi. But as Katherine dipped a bit lower in the sky, a new plan began to form. Rather than intercept the bombers, she’d intercept the bombs themselves.

Deactivating her lightsaber, securing it to her belt, Katherine reached out with the Force towards the nearest bombs that had just been freshly released. She managed to grab two; one with each hand, but the sudden weight almost had the Valkyrie plummet towards the ground.

Lift Katherine, lift!

It was at that moment where Katherine thanked the Force she was stronger in this rejuvenated body. Once she had regained her original elevation, the Valkyrie began flying towards the Sith Order’s landing zone.

“Alright Sith, how about a taste of your own medicine?”

As she soared overhead, Katherine released her hold over the two Deathball Proton Bombs. She didn’t wait to see the impact, couldn’t really afford to as she was almost immediately fired upon from below.

Katherine swiftly pivoted around, turning a full three sixty degrees before flying back deeper into the city.

 

[C1-1347]

//: Abandoned Warehouse //:
//: Forgotten Clanker //: Kartus Lok //:

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Clink.

Clink.

Clink.

It echoed throughout the worn-down warehouse. Skeletons of the old manufacturing plant lay rusted and ruined by the air of Woostri. Unknown to the powered-down inhabitants, a war raged outside. The growing storm had begun to toss paper and debris from its almost eternal resting place. The clinking heard earlier was a suddenly dislodged and powered-up C1 astromech droid. Angry beeps and whirls echoed as it wiggled its body, trying to free itself from under a large chest of miscellaneous items.

Angry beeps continued as his little arms from its head began to smack and pull at the piping that trapped it. The droid continued to spit slurs and profanities in its binary language until the piping had been bent enough that it collapsed further and tumbled the little fellow out. Bottom over the top, the droid tumbled down further toward the ground level of the warehouse. Debris and other notables collapsed with it, among them a large chest full of…

Wigs.

After several minutes of wiggling on its back, the C1 droid returned to its wheels. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately for the droid, the box harboring the disaster mess of wigs had fallen upon it. As it rolled towards a cracked mirror, it realized the long, luscious waves of chestnut locks flowing over its head. It paused longingly, realizing the beauty that came with the flowing locks. As it started, it suddenly remembered the covers of the Lady Velvet novels, constantly with a muscular humanoid with long hair that drove the ladies wild. The C1 mech reached for the broken glass shard and shook it violently, seeing this as an opportunity to regain his lost love.

Who was floating just above the planet on which the droid had been abandoned. Turning its head towards the destroyed ceiling of the factory, the outline of the Mors Mon, in all of her glory, showed like a beacon of hope to the long-lost lover.

Gerwald Lechner will no longer be his competition. Now, he, too, has long, luscious hairlocks that drive feminine humanoids crazy. C1-347 pulled away from the mirror, tossing the glass shard far from it, which unsuspectingly landed on a stray Alliance soldier. Landing gracefully through the soft neck guard, the guard fell to his knees and bled out. A silent death and the first of potentially many for C1-1347. But his mission was not to kill Alliance soldiers; he was off to find his friend, who hopefully was somewhere in this abandoned factory that they had called home - for some reason.

 

[Nos Voros]

Objective: Defend Command Post
Outfit: Senate Commando Armor [X]
Full Kit Deployment:

Spoiler: Full Kit

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• 2 X Vibroblade-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• Combat Scattergun-Model 01
• 3 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 3 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01

* GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor

• Combat Blaster Rifle-Model 01 with Tactical Accessories Series and Underbarrel Grenade Launcher-Model 01 (20 X Launchable Grenade Series)
• 4x blaster cartridges
• 2x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks
• 3x bland survival bars
• 128oz Canteen of water.

Spoiler: Rubrus Squad

Squad Leader: Captain Nos Voros (Zeltron male)
Fire Team Alpha — GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor
Team Leader: Lieutenant Karis Vonn (Human female, Corellian)

• AT-FL9 Flechette Launcher
• A sharp tactician with experience in counter-assassination operations.

Medic: Sergeant Lorne Vesik (Mirialan male)

• Former Judicial Forces combat medic,
• GAGL 56 Snarl Grenade Launcher
• specializing in battlefield triage and trauma care.

Machine Gunner: Corporal Bex Jarn (Besalisk male)

• Heavy weapons expert.
• AT-RB07 Heavy Repeating Blaster
• Strong but surprisingly fast for his size, excels at defensive holds and breaching operations.

Rifleman: Private Tash Renn (Human male, Chandrilan)

• A precise and disciplined soldier.
• BHSR-1 Service Rifle
• Prefers coordinated maneuvers and works best in tight formations.

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Fire Team Bravo — GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor
Team Leader 2: Sergeant Jil Torvan (Togruta female)

• Former planetary security officer with expertise in urban combat.
• GARBR-5 Beak repeating blaster
• Skilled in squad coordination.

Marksman: Corporal Rann Kyber (Nautolan male)

• Expert sharpshooter.
• GABB-15 Talon II Blaster Carbine
• Specializes in eliminating priority targets at long range.

Heavy Weapons: Private Drax Molgar (Zabrak male)

• Specializes in explosives and heavy ordinance.
• ML-04E-GA Rocket Launcher
• Often deployed against armored threats or for breaching enemy positions.

Rifleman: Private Cass Deren (Duros male)

• Agile and quick-thinking.
• BHSR-1 Service Rifle
• Often acts as the squad's point man, scouting ahead for danger.

"Rubrus actual, sound off."

"Alpha Leader, all clear"
"Alpha 2, all clear"
"Alpha 3, all clear"
"Alpha 4, all clear"
"Alpha actual clear, captain."

"Bravo Leader, all clear"
"Bravo 2, all clear"
"Bravo 3, all clear"
"Bravo 4, all clear"
"Bravo actual clear, captain"

All Senate Commandos accounted for - the defensive squadrons stationed at each emplacementnsurrounding the command post were each supported by a heavily armed and armored Commando.

Bravo team mostly stationed on intact rooftops for long ranged engagements, Alpha Team supporting a myriad of barricades, improvised and deployed, and entrenched to intercept threats that grew too close to the command station just a few blocks ahead of the archives.

In the distance, the rumbling of war could be heard. The current silence was temporary, an uncomfortably long calm before the storm.

Nos continued his patrol, with the squad in a defensive reserve, ready to reinforce other's position at a moment's notice.

OPEN (PVE)​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Allies | Ran Serys | Taam Moghul | Nir Si | Lycus Merita | Connel Vanagor
Engaging the lovely | Madrona A’Mia
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Familiar. Familiar.

It was not the sort of sensation she wanted to feel when the Sith Order was bearing down upon Woostri like a typhoon. Still, the Jedi held stalwart. Their darkness could not pierce her as easily as it once had on Thule.

Cora closed her eyes, and with a slow exhale, reached into the Force. A thread was grasped in that web of ethereal energy, one that she followed. It grew from a wispy stand ito a thicker cord as she neared the lobby of the facility.

Oh Coraaa? Her mind called out with discordant singsong glee.
Come out, come out, wherever you are!

She halted, suddenly, and tsked sharply in surprise. To the voice she'd not heard in a long while, Cora gave a simple answer; her mind snapped shut, like a lid closing sharply on a child's fingers as they tried to probe the cookie jar before dinner.

Steady footfalls brought her just outside the data center, where she was greeted with a grotesque sight. The Neti she'd met long ago during her gilded captivity, situated atop a writhing mass of eldritch vines like some sort of bizarre photosynthetic rickshaw. One corner of Cora's upper lip lifted in a snarl of disgust. Her hands, which had been clasped neatly behind her back, moved. One went smoothly to the comm in her ear, reaching out to inform the rest of the facility's defenders.

"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."

Cora's hand fell away from her ear, wrist now resting atop the saber hilt clipped to her belt. Her other hand settled at her hip as her gaze rested on the interloper.

A'Mia had always been tall. Now, she was massive. Eerily enough, she retained the same beautiful, nymph-like face – now attached to the body of a sylvan horror. She couldn't decide whether to be impressed or appalled.

"Madrona A'Mia," she addressed the arboreal sith, dipping her head in curt greeting. "Your...circumference has increased beyond my expectations."

Cora had to tilt her head back in order to view the woman atop her verdant monstrosity of a palanquin. Really, it was rather gaudy.

"I suppose, even the tallest of trees can do with some pruning."

 

[Veradun Sharr]

Tag: Darth Nefaron
Armor
Weapon

Before Landfall ​

Veradun stood quiet and still beside the dark robed form of his Master, Darth Nefaron, as he watched the Corpse Legionnaires load into the transport shuttles. Despite the fact that he was on his way to war, the Nagai teen felt oddly… calm. There was no anxiety swirling in his heart, no panic clawing at his mind. Just the simple calm before the storm - a sensation he had felt every time before he turned into a killer.

"You have done well, my Apprentice. You have surpassed my expectations so far, but this day shall be a true test of your commitment to the Dark Side." Darth Nefaron said to the young teenage boy beside him, one wrapped in the Sith armor and armed with a sword of the Order that had belonged to the boy's late High Priest. A purposeful action done by the Dark Lord, to remind the boy no doubt of the past failures of those he had looked up to.

Veradun let his Master’s words roll through his mind, pondering on them even as an explosion from beyond rocked the shuttle they were aboard. To hear that he had surpassed his Master’s ‘expectations’ actually meant something to the boy; he had failed the Dark Lord some time prior and had spent months as nothing but a mere slave, a punishment to teach the errant Sith apprentice some important and valuable lessons. That time spent in the dungeon on Anoat had a lasting impact on the Nagai boy; it had allowed him to find his path forward, to understand that in the greater and grander scheme of things, nothing and no one was as important as his Master - and he would do well to serve and obey the Dark Lord. He had pushed himself to prove this to the Corpse Lord, and his efforts had paid off. Now he had returned back to his Master’s side - where he belonged, so he could better serve and carry out his Master’s designs.

For now, anyway.

Veradun listened in his stony and cold silence as the Sith Lord further explained that their landing would not be a gentle one and that no matter what happened, their goal remained the same: gathering the data stored on the world before anyone else could reach it and upload it to the infamous Mors Mon. They were to bypass everyone and everything, if possible, and allow others to do the fighting for them.

“Understood, Master.” was all the boy said, his voice somewhat altered by the helm he wore. Together, Veradun and Darth Nefaron boarded the shuttle that would soon take them towards the planet’s surface. But first they would need to survive the apocalyptic rain of laser fire that fired upon all Sith vessels from both the planet below and from Alliance ships in space.

Descent Into the Maelstrom ​

The calm that Veradun felt earlier, was now replaced by a growing sense of dread and anticipation. All around the shuttle he rode in was utter chaos and destruction as ships that were fired upon began a fiery descent down to their grave. Hundreds, if not thousands, of lives had already been lost - but the boy hardly cared about that. All he cared about was his life, and preserving it - and the dread of death had begun to crawl up his spine. He knew just how high the odds were that the shuttle he rode in alongside his Master, could become his fiery tomb at any moment. He held on to that dread, that fear, and let it feed the growing darkness within him. He was going to need that power to survive what was coming next.

"Brace."

Darth Nefaron said as he laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder, and the Nagai felt his Master’s power swell to surround them both. The boy prepared himself, and a heartbeat later their ship was ripped into by surface fire, tearing a gaping and fatal hole into the vessel. Several Legionnaires were instantly sucked through the tear and lost, but Nefaron’s power held both him and his Apprentice fast, though it was a struggle even for the Sith Lord. The boy’s heart thundered in his chest when he realized how dire the situation was: they were not going to be landing, but crashing.

It would be a miracle if any of them lived, based on the speed of their descent. Outside the gaping tear in the side of the ship, Veradun could land and it was fast approaching. He gritted his teeth behind his helm, and felt the Force swell around him as he tried to summon a bubble to protect himself from the impact.

Then…darkness met his vision.

"Do you live, Apprentice?"

Veradun groaned; his ears were ringing, his body hurt everywhere, his head thundered something fierce - but as he shifted he could tell that all his limbs were still intact. Had he not wrapped the Force around him when he did, then he likely would have been a broken mess. His wits were a bit slow to come back to him, that was until he heard the distinct sounds of blaster fire and explosions, and it was his reminder that he was in the middle of a warzone.

The boy rolled to his hands and knees and slowly pushed himself up, wincing from the pain that rolled through his body. To his surprise, his cruel Master was right there beside him, seeming to insure that the boy had lived through the crash too.

There was a momentary flash of disappointment within the boy to see his Master alive, but he buried that deeply and quickly before such a thought could reveal itself.

Veradun looked around himself, noticing the shredded bodies of other Legionaries that had died in the crash. The boy felt nothing for their deaths, just relief that it hadn’t been him. They had served their purpose, and would be replaced in due time. But several others had survived, and Nefaron ordered them to secure their surroundings and to search for any other surviving forces of theirs - and like the dogs that they were, they obeyed instantly, stepping out into the growing maelstrom that was beginning to engulf the city they had crash landed in.

Their eager obedience disgusted Veradun…but he was no better than they as his Master turned to him then and offered a decrepit hand to the boy, one that the Nagai took with a surprisingly strong grip - one that perhaps might have had more than enough squeeze pressure to it to cause extreme discomfort or perhaps even enough to crack bones.

 

[Gress D'ran]

Tag: Ysennia Lee Nos Voros Jessikal Skea Shan Darth Nefaron Veradun Sharr
The 34th:​

Spoiler

"Firestorm" Walker Company:

• Vehicles:
  
  • x2 Sphinx Siege/Command Walkers
    • Cerberus
    • Kraken
  • x6 Thundercat Mark II Heavy Assault Walkers
    • Solo II
    • Large And In Charge
    • Big Cat
    • Showstopper
    • Noble Intentions
    • Jenny
  • x7 Tiger Medium Assault Walkers
    • Undertaker
    • Frankly My Dear
    • Strutter II
    • Winds of Change
    • Red Six
    • Fires of Coruscant
    • Evolution
  • x5 GAIFW-34 Nexus
    • Fury
    • Thunderbolt II
    • Edith
    • Cobra King
    • Blood and Guts
    • In The Mood V
  • x15 Bobcat Light Walkers

"Krayt" Artillery Platoon:

• Equipment:
  
  • x6 Screaming Falcon Artillery Walker
    • Guns A Go Go
    • Sweet Child O Mine
    • Chrome Dome
    • Hutt Busters
    • Endor's Finest
    • Splash Zone

"Midnight Train" Support Platoon:

• Equipment:
  
  • x2 GADS Roc Drop Ship
    • Mercy
    • Innocence
  • x2 Ziio LAATs
    • Thunderbird
    • Prettybird
  • x4 GASB Cheetah Scout Speeder
    • Barry
    • Wally
    • Bart
    • Jay

Gress took a breath. That spire would be a pain in the ass if they let it sit, but it wasn't the immediate objective.

Looking at his tactical screen, he watched as the Leviathan platforms of Thunderstorm filling the sky with targeted chainlaser fire, quad guns filling the horizon with streaking lines of blaster fire, paint brush streaks across a canvas of blue.

The bombing was kicking up flames, but it seemed almost intentionally ineffective at dislodging their defensive positions. Cargo vessels, sith bombers, all seemed more interested in instilling fear into the hearts of those who remained, and clearing a landing zone for what came next.

Zombies.

It was always farking zombies.

"Sir, Major Tranka is saying we've got survivors across the river from those transports."

Gress frowned, looking to his Comms officer. Lt. "Phones" Gossi, the stout Toydarian who had always been a bit of skittish when it came to these things. Part of the job, but still it was something Gress tried to teach him to keep in check. No need to bring morale down.

Still, The Colonel had always acted as a bit of a father figure for the group.

"Tell Fran to stick to the plan. He's free to engage if he has sight lines."

"C-copy sir. Any other orders?"

Warmaster...

That was what they were calling their leader. That sounded familiar...

"Phones, do you think it's those same nuts on we stampeded on Mirial ? What's the chances we can counter broadcast again?"

"Their signal is pretty strong. I can get it." The toydarian smiled.

"Relay to Fran to set all loudspeakers to broadcast. Drown out the sith's bombardment. And broadcast over that frequency again. You used to do holonet broadcasts, right Phones?"

"I...yes sir."

"Give the boys a lead in."

"...aye sir." The toydarian took a moment to gather himself, slipping back into an old persona, before typing away. Orders could be relayed over tactical screens, less risky than getting your comms hacked. Given that's what they were about to do anyways...

"Hello hello hello, this is DJ Gossi over Sith Radio. We've got a request from the Alliance troops, ready to welcome you to Woostri. Fresh from the record store, here's a new sound that'll knock your socks off." The toydarian spoke in a much smoother voice, having tuned to the same frequency as the sith troops had just blasted over every speaker in the city.

The sound of a ripping guitar, and the echo of the drums filled the airwaves. The defiant call of freedom...

​

The Major shoved the pills into his mouth, as he looked to his tactical screen. Hopefully his meds would kick in before the fighting started. Didn't help his brain was fucked. Anxiety riddled mess he was, he had made his position. Moments like this made him wonder how he would've faired had he not lied on his medical exam.

The words passing across his screen in aurebesh caused the man to squint.

Open loudspeakers?

What the hell was Gress planning...

"Binoc, set the loudspeakers to broadcast. Gress wants to put on a concert for the sith, it seems."

"Got it boss. Switching over now..."

The entire front line became a wall of noise, the sound of guitars blasting across the line as they drown out the heavy bombardment. Firestorms began burning in front of them, and yet the commander of Solo seemed to only be interested in the troops landing inside of it.

"Solo II to Firestorm. Open fire with Flak." His local radio seemed to light up with confirmations from his men, and Fran knew what came next.

The 6 Thundercats opened up with flak cannons firing remote detonated airburst shells over the hordes of zombies. It was only a matter of time before they rushed the bridges, but some shrapnel rain to lighten them up was enough to keep them disorganized for now.

"Solo II Alpha to all units, deploy Ravens and keep eyes above the firestorm."

The thumping of mortars fired, as 36 separate Raven Droids deployed in sequence, before flying across the river with near silent engines.

"Binoc, relay droid data to Stormpiercer. They should be able to join in the mortar party once they get it."

"Copy Boss." The Lurmen comms officer turned to his radio, taking in a breath.

This was it. The beginning of the defense of the Alliance. He prayed this would be the last. He knew better but...

He was always an optimist.

"This is Solo II Bravo to Snowpiercer Command, relaying Raven access via Battlenet. Triangular mortar fire via Raven data. How copy?"

Summery:

Spoiler

Thunderstorm (See Objective 1)'s AA tanks open up with chainlaser fire on Sith bombers and transport ships.
Gress's comms officer attempts to use the frequency the sith had just used to blast music over their comms.
Gress orders his front line troops to blast it over their outward facing loudspeakers, if only to boost morale.
Major Fran of Firestorm Local Command orders his men to open fire with flak cannons, raining shrapnel on sith infantry.
Fran orders men to deploy recon droids over the sith landing zone, then relays sensor access to Stormpiercer.

 

[Lupa Visz]

Tag: Srina Talon​

The smashing of the GA's beachhead by a massive landing spire was not something they had planned for, but with the Sith, it was always something new. Some massive machine they used to instill fear.

All it made Lupa do was smoke more. The command bunker had been established with plenty of space, and yet still Lupa couldn't help but rip into a cigarette to calm her nerves.

"Get me a line to sector command. Do we have any Y-wings on standby in local sectors? Anything with a payload and a hyperdrive."

"Ma'am, we've got everything on the Dawnflower Star."

"Damnit. What about Spruance? Call them up, ask if they have anything to spare."

"Yes ma'am. Connecting you with them now."

"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."

 

[Shan]

Objective: Slow down Sith Forces and protect the 44th.
Tags: Directly interacting with Jessikal Skea
Equipment: Armour, Blaster, Lightsaber

The bombs. Shan stood his ground as they began to fall, preparing himself. It was time for him to be that Wall that stood between the dark and the innocent. He held his hands out, one to the sky and one in the direction of some of the members of the 44th. Slowing their approach as he pushed against their momentum. He couldn't protect the whole city. There was no way he had that power, not yet at least but he could at least slow down the momentum of some of the bombs landing near him and the 44th. Saving what lives he could and preventing more destruction. Whilst with his other hand, he focused on the ground beneath his feet, letting small earthen walls form around the members of the 44th around him, to give them cover from any shrapnel.
He didn't need to his communicator to know there were people hurt. The Force was flaring up for him. The pain and suffering he could feel made him keenly alert to how there was only so much he could do to help. The Mirialan had to keep reminding himself that he wasn't here for battlefield medicine this time. He wasn't a healer today.

"Come, Master Jedi. People are counting on us. Let's not make them wait too long now."

"...One moment."
It was a high likelihood that Jessikal and Shan would be separated whilst they moved along the fronts to help the 44th, and Shan wanted to make sure he had eyes on the Senator at all time. This wasn't a skill he used much, but the Mirialan focused on his lightsaber crystal. Almost feeding it some of the Force as a form started to appear on Shan's shoulder. A pair of glowing blue eyes staring at Jessikal before tilting it's view to Shan.

Stick with the Senator.
...If I must. You could summon me more.

With that, the Force Familiar let out a small hoot and flew over towards Jessikal's shoulder where it would perch if she allowed it to. It'd be a small drain on Shan's stamina but since he wasn't going to be using his energy to heal, he was able to expend the energy a bit more. With that, the Mirialan broke out into a jog.

"Faust is going to stick with you. It'll help find people who are trapped, in case I'm not nearby"

 

[Ysennia Lee]

Lt. Col. Ysennia Lee | 42nd Assault Battalion
Allies: Lupa Visz Gress D'ran Jessikal Skea Shan Nos Voros
Enemies: Festerruman Sachiel Darth Nefaron Veradun Sharr

​

At least the castle didn't crash into the city. But it was clear that the Sith were trying to brute force the Alliance off of Woostri. The carpet bombing, the speeches, the big bad ship crashing into the water. All scare tactics. The Sith now had their beach head and shuttles could be seen on the tactical map. Shuttles were being shot up by anti-air and the Sith were a stubborn group of bastards for sure.

"Picking up hostile signatures but... only two life signs on the ground ma'am." Said the human Captain Eulis, staring at his screen trying to see if there was a glitch in his equipment but he couldn't find anything wrong.

The information displayed itself on the holomap. Hostile signatures had been displayed, but only two life signs. Ysennia didn't know what to make of this information. She rubbed her chin in confusion.

"This is Solo II Bravo to Stormpiercer Command, relaying Raven access via Battlenet. Triangular mortar fire via Raven data. How copy?"

Ysennia was startled only for a second when she received the transmission when she looked at Captain Eulis who gave her a thumbs up indicating the data had been received.

"Stormpiercer copies Solo II. Data received. Mortar fire inbound T minus 6 minutes."

She then switched over to her mortar platoon. "Pit Stop Alpha, this is Stormpiercer Command. Fire for effect. 30 rounds. Relaying targeting data."

In the truck just a few paces from Patchy, Deris Yusani, an echani lieutenant had received his orders.

"Stormpiercer this is Pit Stop. Fire for effect. 30 rounds. Data received, out."

With his orders, Lt. Yusani had got to work as he switched to his communicate with his mortar platoon. "Alright y'all! Fire mission. 30 rounds. Let's give those Sith bastards a lil wake up call." He announced to his platoon.

The lieutenant was the youngest out of all the officers in the company. A couple of the higher ranked NCO's rolled their eyes at his enthusiasm. Despite their scoffing, it was hard for them to doubt his commitment. "Staff Sergeant! Targeting data sent. Fire when ready!"

"Data received. Firing."

The echoes of 8 long-ranged mortars could be heard as the shells flew from their barrels and whistled in the air. Only a matter of time before they crashed on the sith hordes.

"Ma'am. We have access to Hellstomper's video feed from the Ravens if you wanna take a look." Said Cpt. Eulis.

"Put it up."

Per her request, video feed was displayed on the command post. On close inspection, it was clear to see what they were up against.

Zombies.

No one knew whether it was comical or cruel. Maybe both in a twisted sense. Either way, a sense of uneasiness had washed over Ysennia and her staff as she closed the feed. At least the Hellstompers were putting them back where they belong.

Summary:

Spoiler

Lee uses D'ran's ravens as a beacon to fire on the sith landing zone across the river with 30 high explosive mortar rounds

 

[Kartus Lok]

Glass crunched beneath Kartus' boots as his dark eyes swept over the battlefield, watching the reeling alliance forces trying to re-establish a semblance of coherence and discipline. The soldier couldn't blame his alliance counterparts for the shock that afflicted them, behind him the landing castle stood towering above the landscape like some kind of behemoth from ancient myth brought to life. The silvery sides of the landing craft glinted in the light of the sun, reflecting the fires burning the remnants of buildings, homes and offices that hadn't been reduced to scrap by it's arrival.

Despite the alliance's best efforts, the castle stood basically unscathed, unleashing the Sith hordes to secure the beachhead and push back the alliance troops. He could already see the two lines settling into place, trading shots back and forth as the spectre of war descended on the planet. He could already see the bodies strewn across the streets, small burns and fires that were the legacy of blaster fire turning what was once a vibrant bustling city into a scene straight out of a nightmare.

Even though the frontline had been pushed forward, moving further and further into the streets of the city Kartus could still smell the ozone of blasters from here. He could see the flashing lights of blasters in the distance, see the dancing blades of lightsabers appearing here and there. Yet, there was a stillness to the air, a sense of certainty that seemed swept over what should have been chaos, emanating from the Sith Empress as she stood directing her forces. Building order and stability from chaos.

It was what the Sith did, provide order and security to the galaxy in the wake of the chaos and panic that was the product of the alliance. Their hegemony over the galaxy had seen an ever increasing tide of war that brought only terror to those innocents who were the victims of the games of the powerful. If the man could contribute in a small way to the establishment of that order then he would be satisfied.

Dark eyes shifted to the pale woman, hand flicking up in a smart salute as she issued his orders.

"Ma'am."

An about heel as he nodded at the rest of the squad, hearing the glassed ground crunching beneath their steps as they fell in to either side of him as the man's hand came up to brush over his rifle, checking it again in that unconscious habit. Watching the battle and providing security and assistance to the empress was an important duty, but he was under no false impressions, any threat to her was far outside of his squad's ability to handle. It was nice to have something to do, to feel useful.

The device itself was already packed and secured, locked down in the security of the castle before landing. The bustling droids who manned the behemoth gave the soldiers a cursory look before returning to their duties as they hurried about the castle, providing support to the Sith forces as they secured the planet. It was the same indifference the soldiers treated the droids with, eyes glancing around to ensure no saboteurs or alliance agents had penetrated the lines as repulsors lifted the device into the air, hovering for a moment before Kartus guided it down the ramp. He was sure the alliance troops, or their Jedi masters would try for the device before long, but they'd be ready for them.

Srina Talon

 

[Tamsin Graves]

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

​

Tamsin looked up at the person as she the person whom she had bumped into as they asked her if she needed an escort. They were wearing trooper armor, which caused Tamsin to take a heavy sigh of relief. Yet underneath armor the armor something felt off about the person underneath. She knew that feeling but couldn't place it exactly, it was a darkness in spectrum with red waves.

Despite that, this soldier could help her either get back to the transport or to sister's side. "Yes I need to find….." She paused for a moment, something was wrong, she this wasn't the soldier though it was the demon in her. It was warning her or trying to warn her of something. Inside her a voice told her to look up and she did as she spot something up above though a ways off.

It had grabbed bombs right out of the air almost like it was nothing. Then the flying thing with bombs in its arms began to fly closer. Tamsin quickly looked back at the trooper and pointed in the direction of Katherine Holt with the bombs in her arms. "You see that we need to move and now!" As the being above them dropped the bombs and they started free falling for the transport ships they just exited.

Tamsin started running grabbing the soldier by the arm though she would not be stringing enough given her small frame to just pull the trooper along. She had to hope footfalls would follow them. In that moment Unknown to Tamsin a voice projected into Alana Calloway , the voice of the demon inside Tamsin speaking to the soldier.

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

The voice was calm, soft but for one who could feel the force a noticeable menace behind it. The voice was feminine in nature, similar to the voice of the girl standing before her trying to get her to move but older more matured. The voice of the demon waited for its answer, it had the power to undo the torture the mind was trapped in unravel it and set it free if it wanted to be. It could feel the rage, the anger underneath the feeling Tamsin herself could not recognize.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Woostri, Data Center //:​

//: Ko Vuto //: Colette //:
//: Kaila Irons //: Eira Dyn //:

//: Attire //:​

​

A devilish grin spread across the Echani's face, hearing her two companions discuss between them. Their faces hidden, masked for protection and to strike fear into the hearts of the Light. Quinn felt no need for such tactics. She wanted them to see her; she wanted them to know her face and understand that they were lucky enough to bear witness to the rise of a future Empress. The landing castle drew closer to the surface of Woostri, closer to the enemy, and closer to her victory.

The massive Castle was a sight to behold; it embodied everything the Empire valued. Power and strength are enveloped in its beauty. Everything that it stood for, Quinn wanted to be. "Hold on, impact." The Princess commanded with a tone different from her voice. She was a warrior, her life to the Empire. Closing her eyes, a delicate bond scratched at the surface of her mind. One that had always been there, one that she cherished. Quinn felt the warmth of a mother's embrace as the words from her Empress whispered into her mind.

<<Be victorious, beloved. Steady. Kill that which opposes. If they surrender, silence them. If they run, cut them down. There is no refuge…There is no peace. Be as you were born to be.>>

Quinn focused her mind on the feeling, her mother's commanding aura, and her words etched in her determination. <<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 bond would continue to fuel the young Echani. The Castle's landing hit the planet's surface, shattering and destroying whatever once lay underneath it. Quinn exhaled and turned to the women that accompanied her. Now wasn't the time for declarations of love or loyalty; they were warriors and monsters brought to lay waste to those who opposed them.

"Burn them all; this world shall crumble at our feet in our glorious victory." She nodded; Eira was right. The Jedi needed to fear them, which empowered the Dark side. Leaving the Castle as it began its procedures, Quinn marched with each stride, sparking thin red tendrils from the growing storm. Her pace quickened, nearly running as she let the Force guide her; the Jedi were near, atop a building. Foolish, she thought to herself.

The storm raged above them, and as they drew close enough, the Echani stopped, her feet slowly levitating off the ground as the lightning began to turn a deep crimson. Electricity crackled through the sky, surrounding her as the storm strengthened. As thick bolts of lightning touched down around the data center where the Jedi had mounted their defenses, Quinn began to drop the barriers of her dreadful presence. Her eyes deepened as she began to give herself to the dark side of the Force, letting it manifest within the deep recesses of her mind. Through the Force, an evilness would begin to seep through, threatening to cloud the minds of anyone susceptible.

Quinn smiled through the darkness, her presence fueling the dark storm. A hand gently reached forward as several tendrils of blood-red lightning crackled through the sky, touching down where the Jedi stood. A wave of pure dread followed through the Force. The woman before them, created through the darkest methods, sought to destroy them.

In the name of the Empire, in the name of her Empire.

Spoiler: TLDR

• Landed
• Headed towards Ko & Colette
• Stopped a distance away and empowered the Storm with the Force
• Released mental barriers unleashing fear and dread through the Force
• Commanded Lightning to strike at Ko & Colette