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

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The Galactic Alliance has fought a desperate war to hold control of the Ado Sector, but with its supply lines cut off, it has begun to struggle under the logistical weight of war. While the Jedi Strike Force meant to cripple the Sith's own infrastructure had been broken in their vain attempt at breaking the war machine, the First Legion, Darth Empyrean's own force led by the Mors Mon, began to move its fleets on their preordained warpath.

First came the breaking of the Var Hagen sector, as its numerous worlds were subjugated to the dead Emperor's might. Vondarc and Alakatha burned, each in their own right, as they were stripped of their freedoms and subjugated to the wake of Empyrean's dreadnought. The Inquisition followed closely behind his Legion as it marched from planet to planet, driving entire populations into subservience to the Sith and their goals.

It was at Woostri that a fallback force had formed, carefully drawing a line in the sand of the Rimma Trade Route. The Alliance held vast amounts of equipment, manpower, and ships in reserves - for years it had been the dominant power in the galaxy, and it called upon its resources to stop the Sith surge north. The Woostrians, intelligent and industrious, aided in this effort - as they saw the chaos of the Sith's Empire, that lack of order, the violence in every step it took from the shadows.

Automated defenses had been activated, great towers of protection domed their cities in shields for the coming bombardments, and orbital cannons calibrated their aim in the final moments before the battle began. The 10th Sector Armada 'Dawnflower Star' stood poised and ready to stop the Dead God's Chariot in its tracks, and all the Alliance and the Empire looked to Woostri for the first signs of where this war would go.

A victory could mean a short war in the Sith's favor, but a loss spelt out that this would be a long and violently costly war fought tooth and nail for the inch.

Both prepare their ships, and as the last mechanisms begin to come to life, the Force began its screech - a terrible sound, victimized and abused the Force wretched as the Mors Mon ripped reality in its favor. One hundred and twenty kilometers of war trudged from a gash in space that stood even larger, white tinged and frayed as it struggled to sustain itself. Around the great ship, a storm began to form as large as a moon, and its docking bays began to release its battlecruisers.


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Objective Two: Dread​

The Mors Mon has ripped itself into existence within striking range of the Alliance ships, but it has not come alone. A dozen battlecruisers, numerous Star Destroyers, any number of smaller support vessels - they pour out of its great hangers and dry docks, ready to strike and break the fleets of the Alliance. Ships of both sides began to cross the astronavigational barrier that had become the Storm.

Automated fleet elements have been prepared to drive back the Mors Mon to whatever Nether Hell it had crawled from, but there has never been a beast like the Star Dreadnought to hunt in the Galaxy. Its guns have been turned against critical targets - and it must be stopped before it can let its cannons find where they need to aim outside the storm. Minutes to decide the lives of thousands, if not millions.

Engage with the enemy, break their ships and send them careening into the great oceans below. Let this battle create a new watery grave, to always mark their failures.

Sith: Protect the Mors Mon from the Alliance. It has dropped on top of their defenses to ensure maximum damage can be done as fast as possible - but it is vulnerable, as the Alliance has brought a fleet meant to stop it in its tracks. Make sure this fleet knows their efforts are otiose, for the Mors Mon's march is inexorable.

Alliance: The Sith have dropped too close to the planet, and the Mors Mon has spread its suffocating storm in all directions, even spreading it to the world below, causing hurricanes to form in its wake. You must stop the Mors Mon from readying its guns as all sensor information has shown its focus is on critical points of command - bridges, planetary relay stations, and generators visible to it. Drive the beast back to Jutrand with a scar for its efforts.



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A hundred vessels and more spilled from the belly of the beast. The Mors Mon, ever Empyrean's pride and joy, was capable of sieging a world all on its own. It had carried the Sith Military like no ship that came before, and not since the days of the Acerbitas had a vessel so fine and dominating been seen. In this way, he found an exceptional pride in his Legion; the First and greatest among them, it would conquer Woostri like it had so many other worlds before it.​
Underwater drop pods had already been launched towards the central control network. Typhojem, the super AI aboard the vessel, waited patiently for the uplinks to be established. Like lightning, the left handed God of an AI would copy then scrub these databases of their valuable information - and if Darth Meritum succeeds, it will turn the Woostrian defenses back in on themselves. The Emperor knew these things not to be possibilities, but to be absolute truths.​
Like so many before him, they would fall just the same.​
Idly, he let his thoughts and feelings reach out to Srina Talon Srina Talon , letting her know he was there. She knew, of course, but they hadn't seen eachother in some hours; and the heart is longing even in times of war. Empyrean did not experience love universally, nor did he even experience it liberally, but pointedly and directly. There was only a select few who would ever see that side of him, feel that part of him, and that was to be solely his family.​
This world would burn for them, and should the Alliance try and sink his flagship, then they will simply waste away in the waters below when he forced them to the surface of this watery grave.​

 

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Objective: Defend the Mors Mon
Forces:
Tags: Open!
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Admiral Delhan clenched his teeth as the Justicar emerged from hyperspace, his position on the bridge's viewport providing him the perfect view of the battle already unfolding before them. The mighty Mors Mon, resplendent in its glory and sheer power, had already begun unleashing its payload of troops and munitions alike on Woostri and the fleet which had come to try and defend it by the time the Justicar had emerged. Laser fire crossed in front of the viewport and slammed into shields and hulls alike even as the crew caught their first glimpse of the battle.

:"All ships of the 27th fleet, form up around the Justicar.": The admiral would call to the ships that followed his own's emergence, the cruisers and corvettes quickly shifting to avoid incoming fire from foe and friend alike as battle lines began to form. :"Move to secure the flank of the Mors Mon, no vessel shall breach our position around it.": Despite the mighty vessel easily eclipsing anything else in the Sith fleet it was still just a single ship, and one that had taken the brunt of the initial defender's barrages by now so that its escorts could jump into the system unhindered.

With all eleven ships of the 27th assembled and in formation the Justicar they moved in unison, broadside cannons and turbolasers letting loose a deadly cacophony to cover their approach towards the right flank of the expansive vessel at the head of the Sith fleet. They would hold here and lay into whatever forces came their way to halt any and all attempts to strike at the Mors Mon itself, such was their mission. Such was their fate.

 
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Location: Shuttle heading to Mors Mon
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Crossguard Lightsaber, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Allies: 5 NPC Jedi Knights
Tags: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex | Quintessa Zambrano Quintessa Zambrano

This is a crucial, but deadly mission folks. We’re facing Darth Carnifex himself, and our objective is to just keep him busy while the other teams work on taking down the Mors Mon.” The lead Jedi Knight spoke to the group.

Lily could sense the nerves with the group. None of them had faced the Butcher King before. None of them had barely survived with their bodies scarred and having to spend months as well as a fortune getting the scars removed. Even now, she could feel the scars though they were no longer clear on her body. It was like they were still there beneath the skin now. Ready to burn through.

Breathing in deeply, Lily hoped that this would be a chance at redemption. That this would be her chance to demonstrate that she could work in her team and bring down Carnifex. This was her chance to step up, to prove that the progress she was making was worthy of the potential promotion. She knew that her Master, Briana Sal-Soren, had discussed with her the chances of becoming a Knight in the future. Right now, she didn’t feel that was in the cards, but if this mission went well. If Lily could prove what an asset she was a warrior, then that might be something she would reconsider.

The team was 5 other Jedi, all Knights, some more senior in rank than others but they all seemed fresh faced and scared to Lily. Even though she was the lowest rank, she had been through a lot in the past few months in dealing with the Sith.

Now, only Padawan Decoria here, has experience with Darth Carnifex. But from her reports, and from information from other survivors on how the Sith Lord fights, we stand a good chance in countering his tactics as long as we work as a team.” The leader spoke in a tone of false confidence. There was no shot that they were all coming out of the mission alive, but better to give false hope then demoralise the team before the mission began.

The team did turn and face Lily, some seemed to wonder how or why she had been able to survive her encounter. As if she had an answer, or that her appearance would give a reason. In all honesty, Lily held no idea as to why she had been able to survive when others had failed.

Looking past the staring, she spotted the shuttle that they were meant to board. “Over there, isn’t that our ride to the Mors Mon, sir?” Lily spoke up, hoping to return focus to the mission.

Nodding his head, the group’s leader gestured to them to board the shuttle. “Once we land on the Mors Mon, Lyle will begin their Battle Meditation, that should help us with the effects the ship will impose on us.

Boarding the shuttle, Lily felt a pit in her stomach already. Facing Carnifex not long after their previous encounter, he was going to remember her face and how she fought. All she could hope for was that her growing skills with Vaapad could be enough to put him on the backfoot. That was how the form was meant to work, at least in theory.
 
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TAG: Reina Daival Reina Daival Valery Noble Valery Noble

“Hey Val. Gonna fight the storm best I can. Expect some rain.”

It was all she could say to Val before she shut her comms off.

The flagship of the Dawnflower Star wasn’t exactly the ideal meditation chamber, but it’d have to do.

In front of her, Jonyna had laid out all of her five crystals in a circle, creating a small formation of stones, as Jonyna sat cross legged in front of them. She looked to Reina, gesturing to her to join the circle.

“By the will of the Force, I ask you to aid me in this time of need…” Jonyna spoke, not to Reina, but seemingly to the air around them. Something in the air shifted as she did, and her crystals shined, idly lifting into the air. “Give me the strength to fight this storm…”

The air around them shifted, as Jonyna pushed against the Storm Generator of the Mors Mons. A Rebel once, now a Jedi Master. She called herself the Eye of the Storm, and now it was time to earn it.

The wind stirred, and hurricanes began twisting and expending themselves. She couldn’t let the storms batter the battlefield. All that would mean was more men lost. She pushed, and pushed. Her body already felt the strain.

Mom…Sisters…Brothers…I need your help…

The crystals around her shined, and the ghost of Jonyna’s mother formed in front of her.


“Calm your mind, daughter of mine. We can all did this together.”

 
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Smoke curled in the air, whispering wisps of incense from swinging thurible. The priests in their vestments of black and gold sang discordant hymns as the supplicants marshaled forth, daggers gleaming in the dismal light as blood welled from fresh incisions. Blood spun down like spilled wine, filling basins with the viscous ichor of life, only to be bore aloft and imbibed by the assembled sanctified. Crimson lips curled to bear stained teeth in a silent scream, the dark ripping through writhing bodies like a invading spirit; they let the pain wash over them like a tide of water, baptizing them in consecrated blasphemy.

He lowered down to His knees, arms spread wide in a welcoming gesture. His body, stripped bare, black tattoos shimmering with the promise of the power therein. The priests approached, earthen jars clasped in their desiccated hands. Carefully, they submerged their fingers into the sacrilegious oil, emerging only when their digits were fully slick with the black fluid. Bit by bit, they impressed their oiled fingers upon His naked flesh, coating every inch of His sculpted form until there was none left to bless.

In contrast, the priestesses were buxom and heavy-laden with the vitality of life. They came with jars of pulverized bone and ash, dousing His body until all was coated. Methodically, they braided His long black locks and pinned them with objects of adulation and devotion; idols of worship. As they withdrew, so came the armorers with their crippled cybernetic gait. Piece by piece, they assembled the panoply of war upon Him, affixing each layer atop the other with cold, mechanical precision.

Rising, Darth Carnifex exhaled in one long, cool breath. All others descended to their knees as He arose, automatic obeisance to their Lord, their Master, their God. The Dark Side in living flesh, an avatar of the endless abyss, the Voice of the umbral depths.

Butcher King.


Black Iron Tyrant.

Eternal Father.

Twice-Crowned.

Striding forward, the Dark Lord swept out of the chamber with a flourish of His cloak; the beskar scales glinting in the soft, sterile light of the corridor beyond. Falling in lockstep were the Crownguard, His cadre of crimson-cloaked personal guard; a symbol of His status more than genuine protection, for the Dark Lord was far and above one of the strongest, if not perhaps the strongest, Sith of His age. Even so, they were exceptionally trained and more than a match for most foes, their lethality matched only by their undying fidelity.

"Typhojem."

+My Lord.+ The rumbling base of the Super-AI thundered in the Dark Lord's ears, a voice nearly as commanding and authoritative as His own.

"Prepare to receive visitors. They will strike at the Mors Mon, of that there is no doubt. I want my Blackblade mobilized and ready to meet any who dare to profane this holy vessel, sweep them back into the void."

+As you sanctify, Lord Carnifex. All appropriate countermeasures are initialized, execution of directives upon first contact is authorized.+

As the Dark Lord continued on, He would meet with His immediate subordinates. High Priests of the Sepulchral, outfitted for war. Military officers of the Grand Army. Lord and Knights of Kabal. His apprentices, fledgling and veteran alike, quickly moved to bask in His shadow. Chief among them was Quintessa, Blessed Quintessa, the arbiter of His Holy Gospel. He took her alongside as He walked, closer than any others dared.

"You have been well prepared. Follow my momentum, the trigonometry of my power will show you the way forward. I will be counting on your speed, strike first for their support. When they are hamstrung, then we let the hammer blow fall hardest."


 
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Objective: Lend her strength to hold back the storm
Tags: Jonyna Si Jonyna Si
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Reina had never faced the Dark Side. Not yet at least. Honestly, she barely knew much about the Sith, the Dark Side, the Jedi or the light side. The Jedi had been the one she had joined just by pure chance. The girl had thought she'd be brave enough to face this threat with her head up high and her harpoon at the ready. She had hunted down aquatic beasts after all! But this fear...It was different. It felt unnatural. Reina wasn't afraid in admitting that if it wasn't for the fact she was on the ship, she'd have ran. But that's just it. She was here. So she'd grin and bear the fear.

Her eyes fell upon the crystals placed around the circle as she watched them float. There was a warmth in the crystals. A warmth from Jonyna that helped comfort the cold fear Reina felt in her chest. The fear that kept trying to remind her that she was alone. That she was going to help in a battle with people she barely knew. Strangers. She was alone.

Is that really what you think, wee wind? Y've fought alongside a few of them. Bled alongside them. Don't think ya can call 'em strangers.

The familiar voice of her old Captain spoke in the back of Reina's voice. No. She knew it wasn't actually him. It was herself. Her subconscious trying to help her deal with the fear. Get through the fog. After spending so long aimlessly drifting through the Galaxy, Reina had a goal. Spending so long being lost in the Galaxy, the Order had became a Lighthouse for her. She had been so lonely after the Crew had disbanded, having no-one being there for her...but that wasn't the case anyone. She wasn't alone. The Order was her new crew. Though she tilted her head at what she thought was Jonyna asking for her strength to help.

"...I'll do what I can to help. Master Si."

It still felt wrong coming out of her mouth. The word Master. It was meant to be a term of respect but Reina didn't see it that way. No. For her, it would be Captain Si. With that, Reina sat herself down in the circle and closed her eyes to focus. To meditate. It wasn't what she was best at. Clearing her mind was like trying to tame a typhoon. In a way however, that was what they were trying to do. Focus on the Spirit. The Force. With that, Reina lent her strength to Jonyna's. To help ease the storm and winds. Her body already felt like it was being pushed. The weight wanting to break her. She would not falter. She will not crash.

Breathe. In. Out.

Keep your mind focused. That's what Reina was doing. Stay focused on the task at hand. Don't allow yourself any distractions. It was like she was back on the Verdant Log. Listening to the lessons the crew had taught her. A single lapse in concentration could lead to her getting lost at sea. In this case, getting lost in the whirlwind of the Force. The girl just focused on the brightest light she could to keep herself focused. That of Jonyna.

 
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Location: Aboard the Totality, accompanying the Mors Mon
Objective: Hold back the Alliance fleet and eliminate boarding vessels
Allies: Aspect of Resolve Aspect of Resolve | [OPEN]
Enemies: Amelia von Sorenn Amelia von Sorenn | [OPEN]

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Madelyn was bored. Or, was she irate? Uninterested? Brooding? She didn't know, and the Imperial officers on the bridge of the SIN Totality certainly had no idea. She sat in her command chair, silent for some time, while the alert for general quarters rang out across the ship, while her crew scurried along like little bugs making preparations for their violent arrival. It was only when the streaming blue and white of hyperspace gave way to the endless velvet curtain studded with plasmatic explosions that Madelyn straightened up. A certain light filled her eyes. To her right, the First Officer thought he perhaps saw a small smile tug at the corner of her lip.

The Totality traced a path over the top of the Mors like a hand wiping the great ship's brow, the remainder of her Kainate fleet following behind. Though her ships were dwarfed by the majesty of the Mors, they would serve as stalwart protectors against the first volleys of Alliance fire. They were the escort, ships brimming with defensive weaponry, bristling with sensors and humming with overcharged shields. They fanned out in front of their mothership, Madelyn's own vessel watching from behind and above. On the bridge, Madelyn stood and delicately made her way over to the large viewport.

"Verdance was late to her mark." Madelyn murmured. She rubbed her arm, fingers tugging at the skin while she watched the frigate lagging behind the formation, her ion engines pulsing to catch up. Madelyn frowned, displeased.

"Commander?" The voice of her First Officer grated in her ear. Madelyn looked back at him coolly, though something violent stirred in her gut.

"Have the Verdance perform an active scan on all ships in sublight radio range." Madelyn squinted at the distant shape of the Alliance ships facing them. Both sides were flying into a storm. "I care not whether the Alliance knows how many of us there are. Identify their command ship if you can, and have them on-forward intercepted transmissions to Typhojem for decoding."

Madelyn stalked about to her command position. She gazed down at her display, noting with satisfaction that her fleet elements were now turning into position. They would arrange themselves in a wedge in front of the Mors, facing their enemy, leaving distance enough for the flagship to fire around them. Their countermeasures were primed to block and respond to the slowest and most dangerous of weapons seeking to disable the flagship from a distance. She needn't have checked their position. She could feel the metal leviathan lurking behind her. That ship was the Sith's twisted hatred made manifest. Its dark power drove her fleet and crew forward, not like an encouraging ally, but as a slave battlemaster, cracking the whip behind their heads, the hound nipping at their heels and driving them to frenzy.

She resisted that frenetic urge.

Madelyn knew that her enemy was cunning, and that Imperials of her ilk were predictable. She would keep her forces reigned in and avoid any embarassments. The flagship's progression was glacial, but inexorable. With patience, they would see their glory. Madelyn just had to play her part to drive away the meddlers who sought to disrupt them.

"Full scan still pending." came a voice from behind her. "But I have shuttles."

Hah. It was no surprise that their enemy would seek to board the great destroyer and eliminate it from within. Madelyn wondered if they knew what they would face once inside. Yes, it would be a mercy to destroy them here.


"Very good. Bring our fighter wing forward once they are in range."

She sat back in her chair, fingers rapidly drumming the metallic armrest, waiting for the enemy to draw closer.

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Fleet movements:
- The Kainate fleet arrives in System and takes position in front of and above the Mors to counter incoming fire.
- Verdance is scanning for nearby ships to identify the composition of the enemy fleet - this will reveal her own ships too.
- Any intercepted commands being sent to the AI Typhojem for attempted decryption.
- Fleet prepares to gun down approaching transports. (ATTN: Lily Decoria Lily Decoria )

Fleet composition:
- SIN-0 Prelate
- SIN-0 Verso
- SIN-0 Taura
- SIN-0 Flair
- SIN-0 Carver
- SIN-0 Crutch
- SIN-0 Verdance
- SIN-0 Amity
- SIN-0 Apoc
- SIN-0 Totality
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Objective: Defend the Mors Mon
Tag: Lily Decoria Lily Decoria Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex

Positioning herself within His All-Eclipsing shadow, Quintessa nearly forgot that her place was now by His side, rather than behind Him. In that, she glanced up towards His towering figure, her cyan-hued gaze meeting His as He compelled her to His side and spoke to her directly. His words came as a low, rumbling bass that pressed itself upon her ears like honey on a tongue, causing her alabaster cheeks to flush in an uncharacteristic display of girlish awe.

Not Eternal Father. Not Dark Lord. Husband. Kaine.

Quintessa nodded, her eyes lighting up with equal parts confidence and hunger as her Husband made His will known.

“My legs will not fail you, Kaine. The enemy will not register my approach until it is too late. We shall strike them down as a scythe through weeds!” Quintessa answered, her tone rising with fury. And indeed, the language of His directive was nothing if not proper. Leveraging her diminutive stature and blinding speed, Quintessa intended to hamstring the Jedi by attacking them from unseen angles, before her Husband struck them down.

Against lesser foes, Quintessa often preferred to go for decapitating strikes from the outset. However, she knew from experience and training that a surprise from above was never as shocking as one from below.

From there, Quintessa turned to the others with the group, shouting out orders. The Crownguard would move to guard their rear and to protect the Sepulchral High Priests, while the Kabal Sith spread out to form a loose perimeter.

All the while, she and Kaine alone would move to engage the Jedi.


 
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Around the Mors Mon stood a storm, great and powerful as it were. This storm was often all one could see of the vessel, as it appeared within systems like a flash and offered nothing but the lightning and thunder it carried with it. The Tempestri Storm Generators were powerful things in that regard, part force technology and part pure intellectual design; yet they always defined the ship's presence on the battlefield.​
The Jedi, it seems, have learned this. Before a battle is fought, it is the perception of victory or defeat that define how your men fight. The Imperial Legion was no different - inspired by the massive orbital storm above any world they came to. It made them feel like a divine punishment, to see nature itself strike out against their enemies and mourn their own losses with rain. Now, the Jedi use their oily grip to define this storm for the Legion, and under mine their symbol.​
Empyrean did not need someone to tell him what the Jedi were doing to feel it, his vision extended through the storm. Even still, one of the Deck Crew yelled out the details, and the Legate Marr seemed all the more solemn for it. After a moment, he turned to the Emperor and spoke;​
"My lord, the Storm is being forcibly retracted. Your orders?", he said with a frown.​
Empyrean had built this ship with the Force in mind: they would use it as it was designed.​
"Send word to the Sith Lords near the meditation sphere. Tell them the storm must grow."​
"Aye, Sir."​
And thus, the Emperor's word spread. More than his word, however, he allowed his mind to follow the light thread connecting his storm to an alliance vessel. They were not hiding their presence, quite the contrary, they were extending it powerfully in his direction. The Emperor would remind them why standing out was dangerous.​
It was not him physically that appeared, but it might as well have. Like a shade, his presence in the room could be felt flickering in and out as if he strode around the room in person. His presence was one of the tar and muck, oil and disgust, and it found its way in every pore of their skin. They would not hear him, but they would understand him;​
"Do you think it is wise to stand against me?"​

 
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ANS Mon Mothma
10th Sector Armada
Allies: Jonyna Si Jonyna Si | Lily Decoria Lily Decoria | Reina Daival Reina Daival
Opposition: Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean | Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex | Aspect of Resolve Aspect of Resolve | Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe
Objective: Push back the Mors Mon


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Silence filled the void, threatening to consume the individual that remained within the otherwise darkened room, the blue flickering light of a holographic projector the only source of illumination. The image of the Jedi Grandmaster finished speaking, the last words issued and slipping into nothingness until all that remained was the darkness of the void. Within that darkness peered those golden-yellow hues, filled with an intense fire, the woman silently shifted as she slowly sat up, her elbows come to rest against her knees. A soft sigh slipped from her lips as she reached forward, her hands carefully grasping the heavy helm that sat before her.

Slowly rising from her seat, the room remained silent, empty, it was as though she ensured that no sign of her remained compared to the home on Coruscant that she claimed as her domain. The quarters that she claimed on the ANS Mon Mothma were relatively empty save for the necessities that she would require on such a campaign. There were no servants, nor were there priests of profligates that tended to her or awaited her, there was nothing save for the void of darkness that wrapped around her as though embraced by an old, long-familiar lover. Her gaze fell upon the helm, tracing over the features even in the darkness before she carefully drew the object upon her head, her brow heavy with the responsibility to stand against those that she once considered friends so many years prior.

The door opened with a loud hiss and the armor-clad woman strode forward, each step ringing out as the heavy boot-falls thudded against the metal decking of the vessel. A soft smirk began to grow upon her lips, the vessel shaking as turbolaser fire glanced off the shields of the behemoth that she commanded. She paused for only a moment as she stood outside of the bridge, waiting as she gathered her thoughts before she stepped forward, the heavy blast doors slipping open with a roar as her attention fell upon the events that were unfolding upon the bridge. Stepping forward, she nodded silently as she passed the Jedi, giving only a paltry acknowledgement of the Jedi and their Padawan, though leaving the affairs of the Jedi be for the moment.

As she peered out of the viewscreen, that smirk only grew larger, tugging at the edges of her lips and threatening to form into a devilish smile as she slipped her arms together, crossing them over her chest. She was in her element now, the chaotic pitching of combat, the place that she had so long sought to free herself, only to be drawn back time and time again. She wondered, was Srina Talon Srina Talon on the other side? Was her friend taking up arms in this conflict just as she was; the memories of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the Dread Queen filled her mind, only to be pushed away just as quickly as they arose. It was, without a doubt, likely that those she had stood with, in the Confederacy of Independent Systems, now stood opposite her with the Sith Order.

"Lieutenant"

Her voice cracked the silence, a near monotonous tone issued to the nearest Officer that she had not even bothered to face as she kept her attention forward. The individual perked up, awaiting the order, though almost moving as though they had already known what the woman wanted, the communication channel opening as she stepped forward.

"This is Amelia von Sorenn, Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance. Many of you know who I am, many of you I once called friend. If any such attachment remains, I pray that you retire from the field unharmed, for if we engage, I cannot turn a blind eye... This is your only chance."

The channel remained open for a brief moment before it slipped into silence, cut off by the Lieutenant without even needing to be given the command. She knew, unfortunately, that those now standing against her could not back down... would not. Still, some small part of her had to give them that option, that chance to walk away and not cause her to raise her hand against those that she once called friends. To not raise her hand against those that she still cared about even as they drifted as far apart as they had.

"Deploy Ascendancy Squadron to the left flank, establish a mainline, and intercept any vessels that seek to push us back from the Mors Mon. Send Theselon Squadron to secure our right flank, and keep the Obsidian Skirmish Line behind the main force, they will deploy as needed to shore up any point on the line. Unleash all Starfighter and Bomber Squadrons. Battlegroup Mothma will take point and stab at that beast from hell's very heart..."

As quickly as the commands were laid out, they were executed, the multi-national force that comprised the 10th Sector Armada pushed forward, establishing their mainline and taking up their positions to stand against the Mors Mon and the Sith Order. The main force of the fleet, the ANS Mon Mothma pushed forward, a silent roar tearing through space as it came to life and unleashed a withering barrage from its Heavy Turbolasers and Agrocite Cannons. Following closely behind, the rest of the Alliance fleet unleashed their barrage as bolts from Turbolasers and Ion Cannons streaked across the void of space.

The first volleys had been unleashed, and the die had been cast. There was no chance to return the blade to its sheath. All that remained, was for both sides to stare into oblivion and watch for whom would blink first.


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  • Obsidian Skirmish Line held in reserve
  • All Starfighter and Bomber Squadrons deploying
 
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Jonyna was never one to call herself arrogant. Confident, sure. Prideful? Maybe.

As the voice of the Dead God rang through her ear, Jonyna couldn't help but think back to Jenn Kryze Jenn Kryze . Just thinking about her calmed Jonyna, yet still Jonyna couldn't help it. Her silver tongue, one she rarely had the chance to use these days, was ready to lash out.

"Do you think it is wise to stand against me?"
"I dunno, you seem to think it's wise to waggle your giant compensator all over the galaxy, so maybe both of us are stupid. But that's just the sith way, isn't it? Show up, bully everyone under you, and act surprised when you get a punch in the face. Poor me! I acted like a bastard and karma came around. You won't find any pity here. Nor fear. How many Sith Empires is it now? Eleven? I'm a fan of history, if you don't know. Then again, you've never met me, have you, Maliphant? But I looked you up. Records from years ago. I know your deal. Now how bout you learn mine, the hard way."

Without a thought, Jonyna's eyes shifted to the ghost of her mother, who simply nodded and turned, blasting the shade with a wave of Force Light.

The temporary distraction was enough for their power to falter, for just a moment, but Jonyna got back to work. More joined. The Ghost of Master Nal Si, whom served under Luke. The Ghost of Cy Si, her eldest brother. Of Khosa, and Moli. Of Nysun, of Pan. Of Su and Sorona.

And of Dara, Cici's Husband.

Jonyna focused on that. Her family. No matter the feeling of darkness, Jonyna pushed back. Just as she always had.

The storm began to part, just as Amelia von Sorenn Amelia von Sorenn 's ships got into position.

She just needed to keep this up. She couldn't let herself be distracted by flaunting sith.

She looked to Reina again. "You don't let him scare you." She spoke with a confidence of someone who had been to hell and back. "You don't let him put that fear in your head. That's how they fight, with big scary weapons, and fear mongering. We don't lose until we give up, until we run away in fear. A jedi should never fear, because we conquer ourselves."


 
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The Force Light did, infact, burn away the Emperor's presence: but only for a moment. It was a feat in itself to banish him, but the Emperor had long ago found out ways to resist Force Light. It would not burn him root to stem like it might others, and thus the Emperor's shade appeared again, this time more forcefully.​
"Pedantic and churlish. Is that what the Jedi have become?", he said with a whisper on the brink of disappointment.​
"Tell me, Jedi of History, do you remember what happened to the last Alliance? Do you recall how its greatest ships were sundered in the orbit of Coruscant, or how the core was pillaged of its wealth by the Sith before me?"​
"Their only mistake was not going far enough."​
As his words spoke, his presence bolstered against their shield. It was not easy for the Emperor to simply barge into a ritual of empowered Jedi, they had a natural control of their environment he could not just cut through; but that wouldn't stop him from testing it regardless. The more distractions they had, the harder it would be.​
"You use my name like you know me, but in the very same breath you dismiss my ambitions. I don't even know who you are, and I will not remember you when this day is done."

No pity. No fear. On the contrary, it is all I smell. Why not cut my head now, end this Empire before it destroys your Republic? It would be a simple thing... All you would have to do is let. Me. In.", and the pressured increased like a pulse before receding back to its constant pressure.​
"Or perhaps, you would prefer coming aboard my vessel? What is a storm in the grand scheme when I would allow you a chance to kill me yourself?"​
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Tags: Jonyna Si Jonyna Si Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean
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Just keep her focus on Jonyna. That's all Reina needed to do. You can never get lost as long as you stay focused on your Light. Your guiding point. That was what she believed in. The warmth it gave helped to keep the cold and dark at bay. That was, until the cold and darkness came right to your doorstep. Came right up to your mast, making it so dark that you couldn't tell what way was up. What was down. Couldn't even tell where you were anymore. That was what happened to Reina when the Emperor made him presence known to the Jedi. As his presence and the very darkness he oozed came and blotted out the Lighthouse that was Jonyna. Blotted out the Light that kept Reina focused and guided. Without it, Reina was lost in the dark. Lost in her own mind as it felt like she plunged into cold and dark sea, all alone.

Her eyes fluttered open, as she seemed to bob up and down to crashing waves of grimy oil and tar that threatened to pull her below the dark waves. One hand being used to keep her afloat, whilst another held onto her harpoon...but it was hidden. The point was hollow. A small flame flickering inside, struggling to stay lit. Struggling to fight against the darkness around it. She didn't quite understand it but Reina knew she had to keep it burning. Keep it lit under all circumstances. She also knew this ocean wasn't real. But it felt so real as it kept trying. Trying to pull the girl under into the murky depths.

"Why do you fight with them?"

Reina's eyes went wide in the dark, trying to look around. Finding the source of this voice that seemed...familiar to her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it just yet.

"Why do you struggle with people who don't want you?"

The voice sounded like it came from all around her. No. Not around her. From inside of her. Within her very head. The tar and oil was getting thicker. It was more of a struggle to swim through as Reina kept her harpoon held aloft. Trying to make sure the flame kept burning.

"Your parents didn't want you. The crew didn't want you. The Jedi don't want you. The only person you can rely on...is yourself."

Now it was around her. The voice. She could hear it. As her eyes scanned the darkness, that's when she saw them. A pair of glowing yellow eyes staring back at her. The same glowing eyes she got when she was living through a fight. Feeling the thrill of adrenaline and danger. Now she knew why the voice felt so familiar. It was her. Staring back at her, holding a hand out from a rickety old dingy, was herself. In a way at least. This alternate version of her was covered in blood. Her harpoon was covered in blood, as the flame inside of it seemed to roar brightly. But whereas most Light Reina had encountered was soft and welcoming...The flames roaring inside of that harpoon felt like it burned. That she should stay away.

"Take my hand. Let me save you from this dark. Save you from yourself. It's so much more fun to fight. Isn't it? To feel your own blood pumping as someone loses their own."

The Alternate-Reina kept her hand held out towards Reina. As the waves started to crash over Reina's head, she held her harpoon aloft. Even as the tar and oil seemed to seep into her pours. Her mouth. Her eyes. She had to make a choice. Waste away in this ocean of darkness or let herself be saved by herself...Yet she didn't make a choice. All of this felt wrong. So wrong. This version of herself...wasn't her. She wasn't a hero. No. But Reina wasn't a mindless killer.

"Are you sure about that? Think about how fun it was on Keshi. It was you or that tin can...and you kept stabbing away at him. Trying to find a weak spot. How good it felt to realise you had killed a living person...or how enjoyable Jedha was. Fighting those creatures. Slaying them. You didn't do it because you were helping people. You didn't do it to protect yourself. You did it because it was fun."

That was...true. She enjoyed the fight. The rush of adrenaline. Knowing it was her versus them. Reina's hand quivered for a moment, starting to reach out towards her alternate's hand. Inching closer and closer...Before a sudden warmth of light erupted from around her. As Jonyna unleashed a pulse of Force Light, it relit that Lighthouse. Illuminating the ocean of tar and ooze around Reina. She could see land.

"Shame. Almost had you. Enjoy your precious moments being a "hero". I'll always be there. Wherever you look. In the mirror. Under your bunk. Inside of you."

With that, the Alternate Reina placed the point of her harpoon against Reina's chest. It was simple. A sign of what they meant before they melted in front of Reina. Literally. The harpoon, those glowing eyes, the dingy, all of it just melted into the ocean. It didn't matter to Reina as she wadded her way through the sludge. Pushing and fighting her way towards the Lighthouse, until it was so bright and dazzling that she had to cover her eyes...and when she opened them, she was back on the ship.

"You don't let him put that fear in your head. That's how they fight, with big scary weapons, and fear mongering. We don't lose until we give up, until we run away in fear. A jedi should never fear, because we conquer ourselves."

She gave a short, hesitant nod at that. Her face a pale white as she thought about it. What if he hadn't put the fear inside of her head. What if she had been the one to put the fear inside of herself. The darkness. It was more apparent to Reina now. Holding a hand to her chest as she tried to focus. Reina was strong. Physically at least. Maybe with her heart as well. But her mind wasn't. It was taking all she had not to break under the pressure of the presence around her. The Light started to flicker again...but Reina would not lose focus. Not for a second time. She held her hands out and focus, begging for the Spirit to protect her. Reina had been so sure of the Light Jonyna had radiated that she forgot that sometimes...the Storm can block out a lighthouse.

The only light she could rely on was her own. And so she focused. Focused on that small flame that she knew was inside of her, surrounded by the dark. She willed for it to grow. For it burn. Stronger. Used her memories and emotions to fuel it. Using the very memories and emotions the Darkness had tried to use against her. Not how she felt fighting the Mandalorian, but how it felt to save the old man. How grateful he was. Not the thrill of the battle on Kestri, but the comraderies she felt fighting with the Jedi. She might not have been a hero. But she was a Jedi. They lit up the darkness for others. But in this case? She was lighting the darkness for herself. As the flame grew inside of her. Grew, and grew until it was a bright lantern illuminating the dark. It didn't remove the darkness complete. It was possible she didn't have enough light inside of her to do that. But it held it back enough for Reina to focus.

 
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The abyss of the upper atmosphere stretched endlessly around them, a cold, dotted only by distant stars and the oppressive black hull of the Mors Mon. Even among Star Dreadnoughts, this behemoth was monstrous—its angular mass swallowing the starlight like a void-born predator. Azurine and her team floated in freefall, nothing but the flickering glow of their minimal thruster bursts betraying their presence.

Her heart pounded, both with fear and exhilaration. The plan was insane, just like her last mission with the Rebel Alliance all those centuries ago. The only way in was the hard way—across the side of the hull, into the vents, and locating the critical systems from there. Plant the charges, get out, and watch the Mors Mon lose its biting ability.

She couldn't help but think of the chaos unfolding across the battlefield. Her master, Valery Noble Valery Noble , was deep within the underwater facility, holding the line against the invading forces from within—an unshakable force standing between the enemy and total disaster. Above the raging seas, Jonyna Si Jonyna Si led the charge to push back the hellish storms the battle had unleashed, the raw power of the elements threatening to tear apart everything in their path. On the ground, Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania and Everest Vale Everest Vale would likely have to deal with a rough attack from Sith ground forces.

And then there was Aadihr Lidos Aadihr Lidos —a faint and barely noticeable presence that ever lingered at the back of her mind—leading the underwater charge so that fewer enemy submarines breached the facility's depths. He was down there, beneath it all, fighting in the cold black abyss. Azzie knew he'd hold, just like she would. They all would. They had to. That's what they did. That's who they were. Whatever you do, Aadihr, just stay alive. Stay alive...

The moment her boots left the cloaked shuttle, weightlessness took her. The warship loomed ahead, a durasteel monolith stretching into infinity. The team cut through the darkness, micro-thrusters providing just enough control for them to angle toward the hull. They had one shot to stick the landing—miss, and they'd plummet into the planet below. No pressure or anything.

The moment came fast. Azzie exhaled, relaxing her body as she engaged her camouflage cloak, turning herself into a near-invisible shimmer against the stars. The dark hull rushed toward her, and at the last second, she activated her C.L.A.W.S. A harsh shnk rang through the comms as her retractable talons punched into the metal, a burst of vibration rattling her arm. She was locked in. The others hit a second later, each gripping the surface with either claws or mag-sealed grips. No alarms. No patrol droids. So far, so good. Just to be safe, she made sure the C.O.M.P.A.C.T was active as well.

Every motion was deliberate—less movement meant less chance of being spotted by any stray sensors. The team scaled the hull like wraiths, their path calculated down to the smallest detail. Azzie's S.H.A.D.E.S pinged their first insertion point: a ventilation port just large enough for them to squeeze through, set between a cluster of turbolaser emplacements.

"Wildfire to Med Leader, we are breaching the Beast now. Keep us updated on the outer status." She whispered into her com system earbit.

Hanging by one hand, Azzie reached into a pouch at her belt and pulled out what appeared to be a sleek tube of lipstick. A flick of her wrist, and a thin beam of red energy ignited from the tip. She pressed it against the panel's locking mechanism, the silent heat of the laser biting through durasteel like butter.

Seconds passed. Then a soft click.

Azzie braced herself and eased the vent cover free, careful not to let it clatter against the hull. She tilted her head toward Ashley Nevermore Ashley Nevermore and her team. "In we go."




 

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Allies: 5 NPC Jedi Knights
Tags: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex | Quintessa Zambrano Quintessa Zambrano

Sitting on the shuttle, things were tense as she saw the realisation that this mission was going ahead dawned on several people. Lily knew that they were not expecting to actually fight. That the intel was wrong, or that Carnifex had decided to go towards the city for the Alliance intel. However, luck was not on their side for that. It seemed that fate was guiding them to their inevitable fight with Carnifex, aboard the Mors Mon. Looking around, Lily wondered how they all fought, what was their primary fighting style and whether they complimented each other as a group. She held back from asking since it was neither the time nor was it the place.

Didn't stop her from guessing mentally by the ways each Jedi Knight held themselves.

"Only going to be a few minutes till we arrive at the Mors Mon, our main target is taking down their Force laser weapon. The likelihood is that they will being using that weapon to try and shred the GA ships into ribbons. Attacking that should be something that draws Carnifex's attention." Sharpe, the lead Jedi mentioned, "we need two people capable of creating Force Light, that would disrupt the weapon enough for us to prevent them from firing upon the GA ships with it."

The shuttle then rattled and rocked hard, pilot called over comms, "Incoming fire! This ain't gunna be a pretty so hold on tight!" The lights flickered as the shuttle's deflector shields held just about. The attack on their shuttle was tough, Lily felt her stomach drop as the idea of being blown up and scattered into space. Lily settled the nerves in her stomach the best that she could, but it was clear on her expression that she must have still been concerned.

"Padawan Decoria, we'll be fine. Got one of the best pilots in the galaxy flying this thing!" Sharpe attempted to soothe her concerns, and likely the concerns of the rest of the strike team.

"5 seconds till landing, ain't gunna be pretty!" Pilot called out.

In moments it felt like they had crashed into something massive. Lily thought she would have gone flying in the shuttle if she hadn't been buckled in. However, the shuttle stopped and the ramp doors opened. "Lets go team!" Sharpe called out as he jumped out of his seat and lead the charge.

"Lyle, Battle Meditation up. Get in the middle of the group with Padawan Decoria. Grest and Pla will cover the rear." Sharpe ordered the group, Lily nodded her head and stuck close to Lyle who began chanting under their breath. Causing a sensation of emboldening and positivity. It was countering the intense darkness that Lily felt being aboard the Mors Mon.

"This is a lot more intense than I thought it would be." Lily muttered to herself mostly, but she heard murmuring of agreement from the other Jedi as they wandered through the hallways.

Sharpe paused at an entrance and looked around, "right, it should be around this corner. Pla and Grest will focus on the Force Light against the weapon. It'll be up to us three to cover them, understood." Lyle and Lily both nodded their heads to Sharpe as he looked to the rear and grinned to them. Inspiring more hope in the group.

They then entered the room where the weapon was. Seeing the black obsidian rock, it was wild that this was the weapon that could be devastating towards the GA forces. But the dark energy emanating from it, that told a very different story. That this was much more dangerous than they could imagine.

"Get in positions, we gotta be prepared for attacks at any moment now!" Sharpe called out.

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  • Strike Team's shuttle was under fire by Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe 's attack
  • Shuttle just managed to land on the Mors Mon
  • Strike Team headed to the Penumbra weapon
  • Team begins the preparations to destroy the Penumbra best they can
 
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Foe: Aspect of Resolve Aspect of Resolve , Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean , Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex , Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe
Objective: Protect the transports and take out the intel ship.

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Fleet Captain Spruance looked on from the bridge of the ANS Vanguard as the battle began. A titanic clash between two naval giants was about to begin. A million lives stood ready to die for causes they believed in. Billions of tons of Durasteel stood in precarious orbit above their potential watery graves—yet nary a whisper in the cold vacuum of space.

The two sides began slowly approaching each other like cautious fencers, waiting to see who would make the first move. The last time he had witnessed such a proceeding had been above Tython when the Dark Empire came. It had been over Tython where the former Admiral had lost his nerve at the most critical moment and consigned an entire Alliance Fleet to the Imperial Carrions. Because he couldn't accept the loss of someone he loved, so did hundreds of thousands of families, too. He had been lucky to escape a court-martial, if only because his influential family wouldn't see their name being tarnished.

He couldn't let that happen again. He wouldn't the cruel void take his boys so needlessly again.

He hid his trembling hand in his breast pocket, wishing he had a drink right now to calm the nerves.

A new update came in. It looked like the Supreme Commander had already made her first moves. The great behemoth that was the ANS Mon Mothma was now leading the advance, unleashing enough firepower in a single minute to scour clean the surface of a continent.

Many of the crew of his bridge were newly minted cadets, rushed through their training to fill gaps in naval personnel following the Dark Empire's rise, and looked on at the developing battle with silent awe. It was nothing like the simulations. Two Gods, one of darkness and barbarity and the other of industry and merit, were about to clash.

The old void dog in Spruance's heart wanted to join the main battle line. To be beside the supreme commander whose exploits had inspired him to join the navy and take the fight to the heart of the Alliance's foe. He could sense it in the thousands of cadets and officers in his Task Force as a heart palpitation that refused to be banished away. The cadets wanted to finally prove themselves and the officers to reclaim their lost reputations. Both would have eagerly given their lives for a chance at either.

Both the Task Force's orders had been clear. As a second rate formation, they were to remain in the reserve until called upon. The leash had been put on tight.

"Sir, observing Sith movement on the flank!" one of the bridge hands cried, shattering the quiet, "Four Cruisers, five Frigates, and one enemy Star Destroyer maneuvering to intercept the shuttles carrying Jedi. One of those enemy ships is an intelligence vessel that's lighting up our entire fleet. Gods, it'll be able to see every single thing we do!"

No time to pass word up the chain. Just glancing at the holo-map, Spruance could see that he had mere minutes before the enemy fleet set upon the shuttles like ravenous dogs. Every second that intelligence vessel continued to operate, the Sith would be siphoning vital information that could change the course of the battle.

"This is Fleet Captain Spruance. I am moving my Task Force in to intercept the enemy fleet and break off its attack on friendly transports," he quickly said through his comms to higher command before he turned back to his bridge.

"Alert Taffy 1, 2, and 3 to light their engines to full blast. We'll be operating close in to that obese bastard, so keep your shields high and engines ready to throw off their aim." his voice sounded through the halls of every ship in the Task Force, "For many of you, this will be your first taste of combat. It won't be easy. Look to your left and right, and you will see faces just as scared as yours. But trust in your brothers and sisters. Trust in your training and your leaders. Your survival and the survival of all depends on how you carry yourself today. The Alliance expects that every man will do his duty."

As if a boot had been slammed into their rear, the twelve ships of the Task Force shot forward through the void. Their speed even caught Spruance off guard. Though lacking in combat experience, the ship crews were not found wanting in fanaticism. Crews ran the reactors to their limit. Many of the cadet crews were on the verge of dropping from heat exhaustion. The normally sluggish Blissex-class Assault Frigates Radiance and Admonisher actually threatened to outstrip their agile escorts.

Their approach was not easy. Gunnery crews on the Mon Mors began to track them. One of its Super Heavy TBL-4 'Perses' Turbolaser turrets, which alone displaced the entire task force, locked onto Admonisher and fired. Only full-power to shields and a last minute course correction turned a crippling strike into a glancing hit. But even a glancing hit resulted in detonations that ripped through two entire decks, instantly killing two dozen crew before the hundred-or-so survivors were sucked out into space. Spruance's own flagship, the Vanguard, suffered several more wallops, but its shields and deck armor held.

He may have been a ruined naval commander, but some vestiges of that competent captain remained as he expertly charted courses for not only his ship but the rest of the Task Force to dodge the worst of the Mors' guns.

The Belarus-class Medium Cruiser The Weeping Somnambulist of Taffy 2.2 was the first to make contact. It's characteristically aggressive Trandoshan Captain immediately placed his Task Group between the incoming enemy fighters and Lily Decoria Lily Decoria 's transport shuttles as he unleashed his ships' formidable firepower right into their midst. Following close behind were two T-85 X-wing starfighter Squadrons and an E-7 E-Wing Squadron launched from the carrier Promethean Doctrine, giving further coverage to the transports.

Spruance quickly drew the rest of the fleet in a battleline against Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe . He knew he had limited time to finish this battle before Mon Mors' firepower reduced his Task Force to burning wrecks. But he didn't have to destroy her fleet, only that blasted intel ship.

The hangar doors of the Vanguard and Promethean Doctrine creaked open, unleashing their full starfighter complement. Despite their outdated craft, many of the Task Force's pilots were hardened veterans, having sharpened their blades against the Dark Empire. Escorted by the Radiance and Admonisher, the flagship Vanguard followed close behind, aiming their guns on the four Thanaton-Class Corvettes. Once that was wrapped up, Spruance intended to turn his guns onto the Totality.

But all this was a distraction.

From the depths of space in silence, the 588th Bomber Squadron charged forward through the fray. Twenty GASB-258 Thunderstorm II Y-Wings were escorted by two squadrons of T65XJ3 X-Wing Assault Fighters, turning the frontal shields to full. The escorts were the cream of the Alliance crop. Under no circumstances would they break discipline and leave their charges unprotected. They wouldn't hesitate to place themselves between a Y-Wing and an enemy missile.

Their target? The Verdance.

Watching the battle unfold, Spruance snuck a swig from a flask hidden in his coat pocket.

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  • Taffy 2.2 and 24 X-wings and 12 E-Wings place themselves between Lily Decoria Lily Decoria 's transports and Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe 's fighters
  • Taffy 1 turns and burns toward the heart of Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe , while Taffy 3 stays in the rear and deploys its starfighters. Spruance intends to clear out the Corvettes before focusing on her flagship.
  • The 588th Bomber Squadron makes a beeline to take down the Verdance.
 
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As they progressed further into the dreadnought, the size of the Butcher King's entourage grew. Sith Lords, Blackblade Guards, and priests of the Sepulchral all flocked to the Dark Lord's shadowy presence. All, in one way or another, were enthralled by His magnetism, finding themselves falling into step behind Him as He stalked forward through the cavernous corridors. The Sith and Blackblades He welcomed, the Sepulchral He dispatched to bolster the storm ritual at the silent behest of the Emperor Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean , they would not be required for what was to come. For He had one destination in mind, perhaps that which would be the focal point of the enemy's machinations.

The Penumbra.

A towering five hundred meter tall obelisk of shimmering obsidian anchored to basalt unearthed from the foothills beneath Castle Vader on Mustafar. It radiated sheer power, that which roared -- rather than whispered -- with the potential to level whole armies, laying waste to entire worlds. While the Mors Mon was outfitted with bristling weaponry of the most bleeding edge technology, it was the Penumbra that was the warship's crown jewel; a weapon so steeped in the Dark Side, only the strongest among them could command it.

The firing deck was located in view of the Penumbra, a towering multi-tiered structure from which an entire battalion of Sith alchemists and sorcerers maintained the weapon's mystical enchantments. In the absence of the Emperor, Darth Carnifex ranked higher than virtually all others. His power existed beyond the hierarchical constraints of the Empire He helped organize, a fact that was entirely by design rather than circumstance. He was theoretically answerable only to the Emperor, but there were no legal constraints to His authority beyond the actions He personally took. That He observed the rules and regulations of the Empire was His personal decision, not obligation.

"Prepare to fire the weapon," invoked the Dark Lord, setting about a chain reaction through the firing command as the assembled sorcerers began to chant incantations in response. Runes and glyphs began to illuminate all along the obelisk's surface, glowing bright purple as the power limiters were withdrawn and the power of the Dark Side siphoned through specially constructed energy channels. From the outside, a swirling maelstrom appeared to materialized into being in front of the Mors Mon's prow.

Then it fired.

A long beam of purple energy lanced out from the center of the maelstrom, soaring through the empty void of space before it struck one of the many Alliance vessels that had come between the dreadnought and the world below. It struck the shields of the Alliance ship, burrowing and chipping away at it before the entire vessel was engulfed in the power of the Dark Side; erupting in as blossoming explosion of flame and metal. But even though the beam had rendered one ship ruin, it did not cease it's continuous fire, swinging the uninterrupted beam of energy towards the nearest ship, and then the nearest one after that. Again and again.

Destruction and death.

+Lord Carnifex, your guests have arrived.+

The Dark Lord turned to face the entry portal, His senses reaching out to feel the Jedi -- pinpricks of light amidst an unending dark. How bold they were, or suicidal, but perhaps the two were mutual. "Ensure they are well received. Guide them to me." Indeed, Typhojem would obey. The dropship teams would be funneled through the hall on a deliberate path, ending up right where the Dark Lord wanted them. As they entered the firing deck, the Dark Lord fell upon them from above; the darkness clinging to His form like a funeral shroud. Red blade struck out, aiming to decapitate the lead Jedi before they had an opportunity to truly recognize the danger that they were in.

Those who breached in from above would find a equally violent reception awaiting them; battle droids and elite soldiers barring their path, and Sith beyond that.


 
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Location: Penumbra Firing Deck - Mors Mon
Objective: Defend the Mors Mon
Tag: Lily Decoria Lily Decoria Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex

Quintessa watched the scene with wide-eyed awe through the center display as the Penumbra surged forth from the obelisk, the lancing beam of violaceous Dark Side energy tearing hulls asunder one after the other in devastating fashion. She felt goosebumps rising on her skin from the ambient electromagnetism perfusing the firing deck, her lashes fluttering with sensory excitement as her alabaster cheeks turned a rich shade of crimson.

The power of the Dark Side, made manifest.

And its avatar—Kaine—stood next to her, for Quintessa was one of His fourteen brides. She looked up at Him, her cyan-hued gaze wide with equal parts disbelief and devotion. Knowing that she had been chosen from so many, not only to bear His children, but also to stand by His side as wife, the Asa’nyx realized that she was indeed Blessed.

However, with the arrival of the Jedi through the entry portal, Quintessa’s features tightened with restrained fury. She disappeared in a blink of movement, before arriving on the lower deck only seconds later. Then, as the Dark Lord struck the lead Jedi from above, Quintessa rushed the group from below, the air being violently displaced around her as she ran with speed akin to that of a violent, cyclonic storm. Without breaking her stride, Passion’s fiery fuchsia-hued blade sprang forth from the emitter, before lashing out in a right-to-left diagonal slash intended to strike the last of the Jedi in the group at the back of the knees, with the intent of severing their lower legs entirely!


 
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Location: Aboard the Totality, accompanying the Mors Mon
Objective: Hold back the assault on the Mors Mon
Allies: Aspect of Resolve Aspect of Resolve | Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex | Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean
Enemies: Amelia von Sorenn Amelia von Sorenn | Isoroku Spruance Isoroku Spruance

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The two sides pressed closer, and all at once, any window to delay the conflagration had since closed. Both forces were interlocked now, and would be for however long it took for one of them to buckle. The Alliance had brought it's formidable naval war machine to bear. They had brought the blood soaked zealots of the Sith Legions; a smaller, leaner force, one spurred on by the dark majesty of the Mors with the Emperor and Madelyn's own Dark Lord sequestered inside. It would not take long before they found out who would prevail, and who would be left wanting.

Beneath the window, the strange energetic cloud that surrounded the command ship faltered, then grew again, and Madelyn felt the icy chill in her veins that could only mean the Mors was beginning its dark rituals, meditative ceremonies of hate that would grow to a crescendo, emboldening her ships, enraging her crew until-

Penumbra. The very thought of the weapon made Madelyn quiver, and soon it would be unleashed upon her enemy.


"Commander. Verdance has a readout."


Madelyn gestured for the man to continue, her eyes fixed to the holotable as the data was patched in. She listened as the officer rattled off the fleet composition. Ship after ship after ship. Madelyn watched the line of text scroll in time with the man's words. Destroyers, Carriers, Frigates. No doubt it was one of the greatest fighting forces in the Alliance, but which? Then, at the centre of the grand armada, a ship blinked on the display, a ship that was unmistakable.


"The Mon Mothma." said Madelyn, leaning in to peer at the grainy image of the ship, so that her nose was almost touching the hologram. Coruscant. Tython. She knew this fleet. She knew its commander. The Alliance had indeed brought its greatest fleets to defend Woostri. For the first time, a flicker of doubt stirred inside her. Madelyn pushed it aside. She was not here to single-handedly break the Alliance forces over her knee. She had the Mors Mon and its gargantuan fleet. She had Delhan. Still, the realisation that she faced the Supreme Commander hung heavy in her mind. Madelyn would do all she could to ensure a Sith victory here, but she could not help it if it came at a heavy cost.

"Overall sector composition bears a near-complete match to 10th armada. There is one additional fleet which is not recorded in our holdings." Red polygonal structures drew themselves around the fleet markers, a small aurabesh label reading '10th armada' tracing around the Supreme Commander's ships. A second, orange marker drew around the second, forward fleet, with a small 'Unknown Fleet Azra.'

Madelyn's commlink flashed. An open line. The enemy.


"This is Amelia von Sorenn, Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance. Many of you know who I am, many of you I once called friend. If any such attachment remains, I pray that you retire from the field unharmed, for if we engage, I cannot turn a blind eye... This is your only chance."

Madelyn's eyes narrowed. She keyed the comm.

"I hear your terms, Supreme Commander." Madelyn said crisply. "Consider them denied. Die well, Amelia."

Madelyn sat, one fist clenched tightly in her lap, the other still resting on her console. Outside, the first of the shuttles began to stream past the Kainate fleet towards the Mons. Madelyn's fighters raced after then, the guns on her ships turned towards them, raining plasma on anything that did not move quickly enough to get out of the way. She was rewarded with a few small explosions that dotted the gaps between her formation. That was a start, but all too soon other shuttles had made it through, some battered, others unscathed, shielded by the fiery destruction of their escorts and brethren. Now, they faced the Mors. A different kind of doom. It was no matter if some got through. She would just leave them to their fate.

The enemy was approaching in earnest now. The blip representing Von Soren's ships grew closer, one of the armada's largest fleets, with the Mon Mothma at its head. Madelyn frowned. Her ships could not withstand a direct assault from a fleet ten times the size of her own, and she could not yet call on Delhan and leave the Mors' rear exposed. They would have to rely on the First Legion fleet deploying from the super star destroyer's belly.

"Send a transmission to the Emperor." Madelyn ordered. "Request for his fleet to fire upon the Supreme Commander's ships and blunt the assault of the Mon Mothma." The First Officer rushed off to make the request, and Madelyn winced as the first volley from the 10th Armada struck her fleet. Madelyn rushed over to the viewport again, witnessing the result of the barrage with her own eyes. She saw the Prelate take a number of severe hits to her broadside, as did the Carver, and while the Frigate seemed to shake it off, returning with a cadre of missiles towards the leading Alliance ship, the Prelate seemed worse for wear, and limped towards the back of the formation while her fires were doused.

An alert chimed from Madelyn's console and she looked up expectantly at the First Officer, as officers scrambled in the pits below her.

"'Azra' is moving to intercept our fleet." Said the First Officer, referring to the unknown Alliance Captain's ships. Once Typhojem had finished decoding the transmissions captured by the Verdance, they might know what to call the mystery fleet. But not yet. With their engines near burning up, the 'Azra' fleet hurtled into the path of Madelyn's ships, first putting themselves between her and the remaining shuttles, before turning to engage her fleet. Madelyn almost sneered. Whoever this commander was, they were bold, reckless.

"Bombers!" Someone shouted.

"Destroy those carriers." Madelyn said, gritting her teeth. She knew it was too late. The ships had come in too fast, their bombers and escort had been ready to deploy, and they'd left Madelyn's squadrons scrambling. A line of explosions bloomed along the surface of the Verdance, and the intelligence vessel began to spin out of control, blue-tinged jets of plasma erupting across its surface. Madelyn groaned in frustration, cursing under her breath. She wanted to throw something, hit someone. Anything to release the anger boiling inside her.

Madelyn's Kainate fleet punished the intrusion, broadsides of plasma and hails of torpedoes streaming forth from her ships, focused towards the two carriers and their flagship. Azra, for their part, kept up the assault, finishing off the half-dead carcass of the Prelate, dissolving it into bodies, and scrap, floating through the void. Madelyn's fleet was taking a beating, but she would return it.

Madelyn felt something shift in her gut, and her emerald eyes flicked to the side of the viewport, where the Mors lurked, half hidden behind its maelstrom. She saw the purple light growing from the firing deck. A moment later it burst forth, raring towards the Alliance ships, an unstoppable destructive beam. Madelyn grinned.

Now they would suffer.


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Fleet movements:
- Kainate fleet identifies the 10th Sector Armada and accompanying fleet codenamed 'Azra'
- Madelyn calls on the Emperor's fleet to engage Amelia von Sorenn Amelia von Sorenn
- Kainate fleet fires on Isoroku Spruance Isoroku Spruance 's fleet
- Verdance and Prelate are lost. Carver is damaged

Fleet composition:
- SIN-0 Prelate- DESTROYED
- SIN-0 Verso
- SIN-0 Taura
- SIN-0 Flair
- SIN-0 Carver - DAMAGED
- SIN-0 Crutch
- SIN-0 Verdance - DESTROYED
- SIN-0 Amity
- SIN-0 Apoc
- SIN-0 Totality
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