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Dominion Terminal Condition | SO Dominion of Terminus & Saijo



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Dominion of Saijo
878 ABY


As the Triumvirate led Sith Order rose in prominence, so too did fear in neighboring localities. On Saijo, the presence of the Sith Academy known as the Palace of Silver Rain became a highly contentious point - local politicians fear mongering that the mere presence of these zealots posed an existential threat to Terminus sovereignty. In turn, radicalization rose, and the trade junction elected a populist autocrat seeking to strike out and destroy the Sith before they grew in strength.

He moved immediately after his election victory to bring his goals to success, he demanded of the Palace that the town of Desolous begin paying taxes to the polity, and too began moving in military forces to the exteriors of the Palace, reportedly to begin seizing portions of the Shales for agricultural work. Terminus fleets were brought into orbit and nigh on a full subjugation took place overnight.

With the sudden show of force from the Terminus Populists, the academy's leadership was stunned into indecision. Many argued for violence, to secure their sovereignty - but more expressed a willingness to simply surrender their strength to the war hawk. In the end, before any decision could be made, it was the students who acted. Among them, they had collectively decided aligning with the Sith Order proper was the only choice - and so sent out a distress beacon to the Triumvirate, so they might respond to the call of the dark side.

Objective 1:
Autocrats Die an Autocrats Death
Initial reports show that the war-hawk and his cabinet are near the Shales, overseeing the military seizures. If he and the rest of the leadership can be captured or eliminated, then organization the Terminus Autocracy had will be destroyed. The siege will fall apart, the forces will retreat, the Palace of Silver Rains will remain stalwart in its efforts to teach young Sith.​
The war-hawk, however, does not travel alone. He is surrounded by an elite guard, many military droids, and rumored to even have support from force users for hire. For this reason, an open assault may prove difficult without opening up the academy to harm. The death of the war-hawk must be kept under wraps, lest the orbital siege batteries reign down hellfire on the school - wiping it from the maps.​
Around the Shales are large outcroppings of rock, grass, and a dense mist. Use these to your advantage, and seize the Cabinet. If all else fails, ensure they do not leave Saijo alive. Show them the Sith are not to be trifled with so lightly.​
Objective 2:
Saijo Diplomacy
The autocrats on Terminus are dangerous, and while the anti-Sith sentiment exists on Saijo - it has been overshadowed and broken by the forced military intervention of Terminus. Now the planet fears the war haw and his military far more than the Sith; and so they've requested talks with the Triumvirate and its representatives on inclusion into the Imperium's defenses. Meet with them in Saijo City, even as protestors line themselves outside, and show them we are loving benefactors.​
Provide them with peace, security, and remind them that we can be just as dangerous to them as we can be to their enemies when this is all over.​
Objective 3:
Terminal Condition
The Kainite Fleets have surged outwards to secure our western borders. Terminus has been struck with a blackout, looping its communication channels over a week to isolate it - but now the work begins. Orbiting the planet sits the Malsheem, another moon in the sky of the most important trade route of the south waiting for the arrival of secondary forces that will never come. The planet suffers under martial law, riots have begun to add strain to the Kainite military, and unless something is done - it will only get worse.​
Assist the Kainites in securing the world, break the last of the holdouts, or begin sowing more discontent. Ensure the Black Iron Tyrant holds the world by the throat, or break his grip until it begins to tighten around his own throat.​

Credits for the Dominion go to Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Malum of House Marr .

 
Objective 1: Autocrats Die an Autocrats Death

Well, was it not just perfect, that such luck, that such a bad draw from the hand of fate befell him? There he was, having just recruited a crew of likeminded individuals, well likeminded may have been too generous. Having just recruited a crew of individuals, to go on his hunt for the great Darth Marr’s Holocron, to go into the depths of enemy space, to untold danger and risk.

Instead here he was, crouched on some grass, hidden by some rocks, hidden by the mist, as he saw through another pair of eyes, his Force Shadow’s eyes. The wraith was more visible than invisible unfortunately, but such was the problem encountered when on the road to mastery, your initial attempts would certainly be far from perfect.

So why was he in this position? Crouched on down grass, hidden by some rocks, and hidden by mist? Why was he here rather than flying on the Lochris with his crew to Dromund Kaas?

Because some deluded simpleton of the democratic polity which laid near Saijo, had chosen today, today of all days, to take his anger at the presence of the Sith near his system, and attack them. Why could not he have waited just one more day, they would have been gone, sure the Academy may have been ash by the time they were back, along with both Saijo and Terminus, but that was a small price to pay for more knowledge on the great Darth Marr, no?

It seemed the universe disagreed, and as his shadowed eyes came upon their target. He sighed again at the unfairness of it all.

Including the unfairness he was reaping on his peers.

Would he have truly abandoned them, if it had come to it? Well no, even discounting the fact that a blockade had been placed over the planet so there was no real chance of escaping regardless. Still, he had grown to care about the Palace, it was the only home of education the Sith had left, the great academies of Dromund Kaas and Korriban having long since been abandoned, likely burned to the ground if the fools of the Light did as they preached.

It was too where he had made his first real friends, sure, Trayze arguably did not count, he was kin after all, but their kinship had not been the basis of their relationship. Through close encounters and just familiarity they were true friends now. There were others, Lady Hekate and Acolyte Kaa, they were not friends per say, but they were allies, perhaps within time of their quest they would be friends. He idly hoped they were all safe.

There were others too, probably, it was definitely just that Malum had forgotten their names. Still, the Palace was home to him now, a home away from home. He would not abandon it easily, especially not to some fool who clearly did not know true fear.

His shadowed eyes found their target, some distance away, the base of operations for the politician. It was as defended as advertised, no stationary defences, though that seemed more due to lack of time rather than lack of means. A large battalion of soldiers, littered among them droids that seemed to specialise in war, even more concerning, those that carried lightsabers, mercenary force users? All very concerning.

Malum would likely not be able to get the shadow undetected into the main camp to find where the cabinet and politician were, thus, he allowed the shadow to dissipate. It truly was a useful tool, perhaps if he mastered it by the time they reached Dromund Kaas, it could come in great use.

“It’s a battalion sized formation, soldiers mostly with droids and force users littered around. All as the intelligence dictated. No static defences, but if we don’t move in, I’m sure they can get those into place. The targets are likely in the middle or the rear of the battalion.” Malum said to the group near him, recounting what he had seen, his words echoing along to reach the ears of the formation.

Students leading a war, a truly interesting time to live. He sorely hoped the reinforcements from Jutrand would arrive, he could make out the enemy ships flying above, if they did not come, at any point they could be annihilated from orbital batteries.
 
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Objective 1

It'd been a while since Alina last felt this sort of emotion. A long, long time. The last time she'd been to the academy she couldn't care less about the students or their problems. Just Venn. Just a test to sate her ever growing curiosity of those too willing to follow. Perhaps they weren't truly following. There was a lot more food for thought in the whole hierarchy of the Sith. Pretending to bend the knee had never been something she enjoyed doing. Especially to those who'd let the young die pitiful, meaningless deaths all because of their cruelty.

Rage. Unbridled rage. The crystals caves within Dantooine, where the enemy and traitors were there to fight and kill but one Sith decided a group of acolytes were just in the way. Turned his horde against them. Killed them, one by one. The day she thought she was going to die. The day she thought Iasha Rha Iasha Rha had been killed when the cave had been destroyed. And what happened to the Sith behind it?

Nothing. He wasn't punished. He continued to mercilessly slaughter their own people. Named a God by the Eternals. Vulcanus. She'd never gotten her chance to kill him. And in time, she'd forgotten that rage. That anger towards the Sith Lord's who didn't care to see the potential of those not given a chance to grow. It was happening again. The academy, under siege. More buds nipped before they had a chance to bloom.

One of the ships above split in two in a flash. There was silence for a moment before the sundered vessel exploded. Below, the ground ruptured. Blood red Anima flowed freely in the air as the black armored Sangnir brandished her blade.

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This time she could fight. This time she'd slaughter all those who'd try to kill the young. Alina exhaled a breath from her maw, more of the red mist joining the cloud around her. The future of the Sith did not belong to the corpses that clung to life. Blaster fire erupted as the remaining ships turned their attention towards her, but she was no longer there. Airborne by another of the fighters her blade ripped through it's steel like it was a paper airplane. She perched atop it just as the thrusters gave out. Jumped to the next.

Air support would not be a threat to the acolytes below.

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Jaidha Yndrel

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Objective 1

Jaidha had wanted to kill an autocrat of Terminus since she was old enough to understand the word, a childhood spent exploring dumpsters and picking pockets ensured she had enough resentment against the political elite to set the planet on fire. She just hoped that when the time came to turn her blades on the old men of Terminus it would be as a Sith Lord at the head of a vast procession, conquering the last remnants of the "free" galaxy, not skulking in a rocky outcropping with a bunch of twitchy Acolytes. But as she had learned in recent years, hardship and setback could never fully be avoided, the only way for a Sith to move forward was through fire.

This attack was to be two pronged, three if you counted the air support meant to stop them from being orbitally bombed into ash by the enemy, with a group of students heading one attack while Jaidha and a contingent of fellow Knights headed the other. The goal was to cut off aerial support, then sweep in from two sides and crush enemy like a nuna caught in the jaws of a Nexu. A solid plan, if inelegant, and at least it would give the Acolytes a taste of real combat instead of the endless sparring and theory craft that usually went on in Sith academies. Truth by told, Jaidha couldn't care less if the academy burned of the Acolytes were slaughtered, the true path of the Sith was one of strength in action, and anyone too weak to act deserved whatever came of them.

The Knights moved into position slowly, silently through the low grass and rocky outcroppings near the enemy base, their small group able to move in closer undetected on the left flank than the mass of students that formed the bulk of the attack. Jaidha gripped the hilts of her lightsabers and focused herself, all her disdain and hatred, on the battalion guarding the nearby tents as she waited for the signal to strike.

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Breaker of Chains
Codex Judge
Objective: Terminal Conditions
Location: Terminus
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
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Terminus, the newest bauble that glinted in the eyes of the Triumvirate and that he currently found himself striding along the surface of. Another world to add to their growing realm, but this one was proving surprisingly difficult given the reports that he had received. Resistance from the poorer denizens all the way up to the mighty autocrats, a fair bit of which was united and coordinated in their fight against their conquerors.

But the Sith Knight had no interest in helping prop up the autocrats, nor did he have any desire to assist in cutting them down. Rather his focus went elsewhere, to the common people that were currently being crushed underneath the boot of the Kainite's invasion while the Malsheem loomed over them all. He briefly scowled at the large structure as it hung in the sky, finding no comfort in seeing it despite it being a home for the Sith. Like he would believe that.

So rather than aid in the rapid invasion of the planet, Alisteri had another idea. An idea that could very well get him killed, or at the very least put him on the notice of someone that he'd much rather avoid, but it was better to do something than nothing at all.

"I come in peace." He held up his hands as the resistance fighters aimed their weaponry at him, one of them stepping up to pull his lightsaber from his belt and quickly back away. He almost laughed, as if he needed his lightsaber to be dangerous. "State your business. Now!" The leader of the little squad gestured with his blaster as if it made him more intimidating, but Alisteri could see the strain and stress of sleepless nights and long battles written on the man's face. Fear and anger drenched the rebels but the Sith was not deterred.

"Tell me, have you ever heard the saying, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'?" Now that caught their attention, the resistance fighters giving one another a confused look. "Here, let me give you a demonstration then." Before they could react he levitated one of the crates that he had been carrying when he had been found from where he had dropped it on the ground. He moved it through the air and set it at the feet of the surprised squad leader. With a flick of his finger the masked man popped open the crate to reveal the contents, a whole array of military grade blaster rifles and some grenades.

The shock allowed him to effortlessly pull his lightsaber back into his hand, idly nudging another of the crates towards them. "I heard that you lot were preparing a few riots to try and throw off your oppressors. I'm here to offer my assistance in that matter. When do we start?"

And soon enough all across the Kainite occupation zone riots and revolts began, far more heavily armed than any had been previously. Amidst their numbers stalked a shadow, hidden in the crowd and in the alleys but appearing whenever the shooting began. A Sith hunted alongside the rioters, and his prey were any soldiers bearing the sigil of the Kainite.
 
Relationship Status: It's Complicated
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OBJECTIVE: TERMINUS CONDITIONS
WEARING:
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TAG: OPEN

Terminus, nothing but a hunk of rock in space. Its official designation was “astronomical object.” That made it the perfect location for several uncouth and dastardly elements. Others among the Sith would be dealing with ensuring the riots ended and the Kainites held their footing. It did not serve the purposes of the Dead God to see a world fall from Sith control even if it was not directly in his grasp as of yet. To that end, Gerwald would go to the source of influence.

Shadowports.

They were handy things. Whatever the smuggler, bounty hunter, or mercenary, was looking for it could usually be found. From cheap booze to sex on demand, any vice that could be considered was often made available to those with enough credits to partake. It was also where anyone who was anyone in the underworld would frequent for out of the way meetings and conversations. Gerwald was ready to kill them all if he had to, but many could be bought with the right price. Why have them rioting when an under the table deal could quiet them all secure their future services for Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean when he did not need work pointing back to him.

Gerwald’s objective had been clear from the moment Empyrean dismissed him on Polis. The day would come to consolidate power. For now the wolf was tasked with ensuring everything was positioned for when that day came. It was subterfuge, shadow, murder, politics, and knowing his place within it all. In truth, it was his personal objectives which dictated the other. To kill Prazutis, and remain in the service of Srina Talon Srina Talon , he had to align himself with the Dead God.

This was his path forward.

His ship touched down, likely an eyesore if any cared to admit it. It bore no indicator as to his allegiances, but Gerwald was certain they would not matter either. He was looking to strike a deal, one which would allow everyone in the shadowport to keep their lives. If terms could not be reached, then it would be a true test of how loyal he was to the goal he had been given.

Regardless of the method. The Sith could not lose their footing on Terminus. ​
 


Terminal Conditions​
As the ship marked with the tracker landed, Cato slowly let the cigarette fall beneath a bootheel. Quickly, he let a few taps of his fingers on a holopad inform the rest of his team their rendezvous had arrived. The Wolf exited the ship with a slow and careful gate, an identifiable walk any First Legion was trained to spot - he was a Sith who knew his abilities well. That swagger was never deniable, a nigh constant trait the Sith barely recognized themselves.​
He made the idle mental note, should the need ever arise he was deployed against Empyrean's newest ally. Pushing the thought aside, however, he approached him in fully civilian clothing and flicked his chin upwards in a gesture to grab his attention. The only identifying markings of the man that would let Gerwald know he wasn't just another random citizen was how tall he was, and the partially hidden scarring beneath well done synth skin.​
This man was one of Empyrean's Fist.​
"You the Wolf?", Cato asked.​

 
OBJECTIVE 3
TERMINAL CONDITION

The ship shook as the hyperdrive suddenly cut off and the ship dropped out of hyperspace. Raphael, sat in the back of the shuttle, as it flew towards Terminus. He owed someone a favor...like always. There were reasons that Raphael didn't like doing people favors; mostly cuz they always ended up like this. This was the last one though...

"Ya heard me, Yosphru?" he shouted, lifting his head up to yell at the cockpit. "This is the last favor I owe you. I keep count on things like this, ya know that?"

"Yeah, yeah." The duros shouted back. "I know ya do. This is the last favor for me. I heard you the first twenty times!"

Raphael sighed. "I'm doing better. I'm cleaning up my act. I'm trying to be a jedi, now."

"Heard that twenty times too, NOI. Don't worry, ya help out with this and the slate's wiped clean. Ok? Yosphru always keeps his word!"


A song played out. "...I didn't know you listened to ancient Coruscanti..." The Duros looked back confused. "The song. It's from before the unification... About uniting humankind." He chuckles as he began to get ready.

Raphael knew, though, that under most circumstances this would've been a suicide mission. That's why Khusrasol had followed them, had entered the system as stealthily as possible and was waiting a bit beyond the battlefield. If Raphael gave the mental signal to retreat, then she would come screming in, pick him up, and drag him away. He wasn't taking anything to chance. These were sith. And there was a chance, however slim, that she would be there. The woman that had enthralled him and he knew that, if given the chance, she would do so again. This time there would be no fighting. If he was caught a second time by her... Already the whispers she laid in his dreams enticed him...

You there?

"Of coures, Raphael."


Good. Just be ready. If you hear my thoughts screaming? Then it's time and she's here. If not, just be ready for immediate evac.

The link ended as quickly as the two had talked while the shuttle began to touch down on the planet. "Alright. I'm gonna be going." He pulled the hood up over his helmet and adjusted his rifle. Marksman blaster rifle. He'd have to correct a few things later. Then he double checked his pistols; both there, good. Then finally he checked his lightsaber. It was also there, though this was his last resort. Though he'd practiced shii-cho for many hours each day...he still didn't want to fight sith with it. If it came down to that, then it was time to retreat.

Quickly he disembarked the shuttle and made his way into a crowd, weapons all hidden. He was as prepared as ever. Darker intentions... He could feel it. Not from sith, though, but from angry citizens and resistance fighters... Soon they were going to make their move. Raphael would take advantage of that to drive down a wedge and be a small thorn. Then the shooting began. Far before he was prepared for it to. They were more heavily armed than he would've liked... Yet his own blaster flared out and unleashed single shot hell on those that it came in contact with.

"NOI stalks tonight, I guess."
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Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner
Cato Demora Cato Demora
 


Location: The Shales, within the Terminian confiscation compound
Objective: I, Autocrats Die an Autocrat's Death
Accompaniment: 12 Neophytes of the Shales
Equipment: SI-HB-2 Power Mace, HG-88 Hand Cannon
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It was raining. A local Saijian would have mocked you for pointing that out, and told you all about how heavy rain can get on Saijo, but the War Hawk’s Terminian officers found it uncomfortable. One of these officers was stalking dubiously through a stack of crates, instructing a young attendant to bring him reports on the latest seizures from the Palace of Silver Rain and update the confiscatory logs. As the young man jogged off, he sought shelter beneath an inventory tent. As he did, he noticed that the guard droids seemed to be missing. He looked around, but couldn’t see them. Puzzled, he stepped back out from his cover to glance behind a shipping unit and suddenly heard a violent crash of grinding metal. Drawing his blaster and leaping behind the crate, he spotted a black cloaked figure standing alone in the mud. It was standing behind the wreck of one of the droids. The other two lay nearby. They had been severely crushed and shredded.

“You there!” The figure turned fast. It was a young Trandoshan, her eyes wide, face tight, claws bared. “Keep your hands out! What are you doing back-”
An Aqualish dropped from the unit above him and shattered his neck. With the officer dead, several more figures in matching black robes appeared from behind and within the crates around him, all Neophytes of the Palace. An emerging human got a withering snarl from the Trandoshan.

“You oaf Ganeck! He would have killed me!”

The human stared at the muddy ground. The other Neophytes were looking at him as well. “Didn’t see that third droid.” He offered quietly.

“Well how about less puddle splashing on our next approach lunkhead?” The Aqualish rasped, “Or just jump out and let them shoot you first!”

“Enough”. Dyyr landed in front of Ganeck. He looked sternly around at the dozen Neophytes hunched in the rain. Then he bored into the young man before him. “Your ineptitude would have killed Kraz, and the rest of us. The only thing you did right just now was escaping detection before your friend to let her suffer for you. Fail like that again, and I will ensure it costs you your life. Understood?”

The Neophyte said nothing, but Dyyr felt him answer. He glared back at the others “Arm yourselves.”

The students spread out, searching the collected crates. If their intel was good, one of them was full of weapons confiscated from the Shale's armory. In the tent at the center of the clearing, a Weequay Neophyte discovered a crate full of sith war blades. He glanced around and spotted Ganeck. Aiming carefully, he pitched a rock at his head. The young man spun furiously, and saw his friend waving his arms.

“I get it! I messed up and you’re all mad! Can we please just drop the… what?! Ooooooooh.” He ran to the open crate. Seeing its contents, he smiled at his friend. Sabacc! The Weequay grinned wide, revealing his tongueless mouth.

Ganeck quickly got the attention of the others, who armed themselves rapidly. Most of the Neophytes had never even seen such weapons, as the Palace only supplied them when they graduated to the rank of Acolyte. Kraz and Unaar, the Aqualish, had found armor in neighboring crates. Now this infiltration, which up to this point could have been a standard training day in the Shales, was becoming very real. This was what they had trained for. With Sith Steel in their hands, the assembled Neophytes were feeling their confidence surge. Dyyr was beginning to wish he had attacked alone.
 
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The Wolf. It was a moniker that Gerwald had heard many times, just not among the Sith. It was used far too casually for him to find it appealing. Looking on as the soldier stamped out his cigarette. If he thought they were on equal footing, he was mistaken. It was something Gerwald could overlook for now, but if it continued there would be a sharp reminder of the position Gerwald held and the autonomy he wished to keep.

“I’ve been known as such,” he answered as he approached the man.

His frame was fit, and despite the seven inch height difference between them, Gerwald was certain he would hold his own in a fight. They had not met nor had Gerwald been made aware he was meeting anyone. That would serve as a reminder to sweep his ship for tracking devices prior to leaving anywhere he went. He must have been getting rusty.

“The point here is to avoid killing. This shadowport is full of useful assets if they can be brought to understand there is a stability in their way of life if they accept Sith rule. If they cannot, then we wipe them all out.”

He looked the man in the eyes.

“Understood?”
 


"Simple as.", Cato offered back. He motioned for the man to take the lead.​
As a rule of habit he patted down his back pocket for the wallet with his fake holo ID, but more so he pressed down on another pocket that reminded him of the comfort of his verpine shatter gun hidden under his casual vacation wear. He didn't need it to be deadly, but it would suffice if things turned south. What he wasn't hoping for however, was the inevitable pain he'd feel before his augmented systems kicked in.​
He sighed as he followed the man to his destination;​
"Empyrean mentioned you're his new hound dog.", Cato said, building on the name he had gotten from the frumentarii dossier.​
"I'm Captain Demora. Cato for pleasant conversation.", he continued.​
"Chances are, we're going to be working together a few times."​

 
Location: Outside Administration Building - Terminus
Objective: Terminal Condition - Quell the Riots
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Imperial Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Strosius Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner Cato Demora Cato Demora

The strand-cast’s enhanced cybernetic gaze scanned across the lines of rioters and protesters converging on the administration building.

A veteran of many warzones, UX-0626 was inexperienced when it came to dealing with rioters. More often than not, such duties were left to local planetary forces. Even so, the strand-cast’s intuition warned her that in this specific zone, the pot of rebellion seemed set to boil over at any moment. Protesters holding signs were slowly being reinforced by individuals clad in heavy coats or robes, no doubt hiding weapons. Orders to disperse had been repeatedly ignored, even as the police forces holding the lines ramped up their assault with barrages of non-lethal gas and sonic weapons.

Already, UX-0626 could see the trap they were walking into.

From her perch in the bell tower, a little over 450 meters away from the lines of rioters, the sniper peered down the scope of her sonic rifle as she waited for the police to spring the trap. As if on cue, a quartet of black-clad rioters threw off their coats and opened fire on the police lines with scatterblasters and slugthrowers. Having been given strict orders to refrain from using lethal force until the rioters opened fire, the strand-cast’s features curved into a sneer beneath the crimson mask of her helmet. Accordingly, the sniper didn’t hesitate in lining up her crosshairs and squeezing the trigger, letting loose with one, then two nigh-invisible bolts of compressed air. Not a split-second later, the bolts connected with the sniper’s targets—two of the four armed rioters who had initially opened fire—in an explosion of crimson mist, gore, and brain matter as their heads burst open one after the other. Another pair of wailing whooshes followed as the other two shooters were cut down in a similarly explosive fashion, albeit with shots to the chest that took off the entire upper halves of their bodies.

Naturally, it didn’t take long for chaos to erupt as the remaining peaceful protesters dropped their signs and sprinted off, many of whom were covered in the blood and guts of the four shooters UX-0626 had cut down. As for the remaining armed rioters, the sniper could only guess as to how such a gruesome, violent display might affect their fighting spirit…


 
Location: Shales - Saijo
Objective: Autocrats Die an Autocrats Death
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tags: Jaidha Yndrel Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Malum of House Marr Dyyr T'Pada Dyyr T'Pada

Quintessa sneered in disgust at the sight of the autocrat’s camp.

The hubris of such weaklings never ceased to amaze the tiny Acolyte, but she also realized that they were under the impression that the Sith Order was weak. Within that context, their resistance might have made sense, but the autocrats’ mistake lay in the fact that they had assumed that the Sith would be weak forever.

It was an error they would pay dearly for.

Quintessa listened silently as the scion of Darth Marr reported what he had seen through his Shadow. The speedster was content to let him take the lead, if only to maintain unity against a common foe. Her allegiance to the Kainate was no secret and it was something that she knew might make her a target of those who served the more upstart sects. Even so, Quintessa sought to make a good showing of herself, not to tell, but to show that not only was the Kainate strong, but it was also stable—a perfect foil to the uncivilized chaos inherent to Eternalism and to a lesser extent, the Tsis’Kaar.

Quintessa’s ears twitched just as the scion finished speaking, suddenly registering a cacophony of noise from above as one of the ships was split in twain, before going off in a fiery explosion. The tiny Asa’nyx’s cyan eyes widened at the display, the ground rumbling and splitting beneath her feet as the sky took on a light crimson hue.

“Maybe we won’t need those reinforcements after all.” She commented dryly.


 
Breaker of Chains
Codex Judge
Objective: Terminal Conditions
Location: Terminus
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Raphael Gallustrade Raphael Gallustrade / UX-0626 UX-0626

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The descent of protests into riots was swift and sudden, with various armed protesters either firing the first shot or quickly retaliating and turning what had been tense gatherings into bloody firefights. The rioters were initially few in number but were steadily growing as the local resistance forces appeared to help their neighbors, as well as some of the previously peaceful protesters finding a weapon to fire back at their occupiers with out of defense. Like a wave the violence escalated and spread, from buildings to streets to alleyways, with the occupied people either bunkering down in some safe spot or out trying to gun down as many soldiers as they could.

Despite their surprise revolt and the new equipment that many of them carried though, their occupiers were far better armed and organized. Checkpoints became defensive bastions, occupied builsings into fortifications, and reinforcements were starting to trickle in as news of the resistance spread. It was a massacre waiting to happen for the occupied people of Terminus, and that was where Alisteri came in.

A heavy blaster emplacement was set up quickly as the crowds approached an open courtyard, the soldiers ready to cut down the horde of rioters with a storm of blaster fire. As the emplacement was manned though, the gunner suddenly froze. He choked, his hands coming to claw at his own throat as if to relieve himself of some unseen pressure there. And then the gunner's neck snapped in a sickening crack and he slumped dead on his heavy blaster. The confused Kainites barely had time to react before a cloaked figure descended upon them from the roof of a building at their rear. Alisteri landed on the street below and his lighstaber ignited the moment his feet touched the ground.

He plunged his blade through the chest of the nearest soldier, moving before the rest could turn to see who or what had appeared behind them. His red blade shined like a beacon, an omen of death that should have been on their side, and yet said blade was carving into them instead. By the time the rioters rounded the corner and flowed into the open courtyard the soldiers had turned their guns on the Sith and were running for new cover from his assault. Alisteri leapt from soldier to soldier and cleaved into them with his lightsaber, the occasional bolt of lightning striking out at a nearby Kainite that was aiming to put a blaster bolt through his head.

With the rioters entering the fray though the conflict shifted and soon enough the Kainites in the courtyard were overwhelmed by the rioters or cut down by the masked man, the heavy blaster that they had been stationing quickly being picked up by members of the crowd. It would serve them well enough if they could get it set up and working. Alisteri stood from his last kill, his red lightsaber drawing weary and concerned eyes from the rioters as he pulled it from the body of a Kainite. Thankfully though the leaders of the riot were quick to keep the crowd on the move and soon enough they had pressed through the courtyard and left the Sith to ascend back onto a rooftop to hunt for his next target.
 
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His new hound dog? Gerwald laughed at the insinuation, even though it was more true than he wanted it to be. The wolf had sold himself to the devil for revenge on a Sith which had destroyed anything in his life that had made the Lupo happy. Perhaps he would have never done such a thing in the years prior, but for so long the promise he had made to make things right had gone unfulfilled. With @Srina Talon’s help it now stood a chance to finally be free from the guilt of it all.

Empyrean was her husband. Gerwald was her wolf, so if he was going to sell his service to someone it made sense to keep it close to those she held close. In this case it meant dealing with whoever he had to work with until he could reach the Mountain.

“Cato… good. You answer to Empyrean directly then.”

It was not a question, but rather a statement of understanding.

“Seems we will be. Have you been able to identify anyone who seems to call the shots around a place like this, or do I start banging on doors?”
 


"I do. First Legion does.", he corrected.​
"They don't call us ground pounders for nothing.", he offered at the second question.​
Pulling out his carton of cigarettes, he plucked a small datachip shoved into the side of one of their butts. Offering it to Gerwald, he'd wipe his hand of the leftover tobacco and spoke on the contents;​
"Kursch Von is the first. Was one of the victimized populations after Braith and the old Empire enslaved refugees coming from the Bryn'adul genocides. Here he is a community leader and business owner - manages a planetary parcel service. One of the larger ones, if my contacts are right."​
"Want more, or want to start with him?"​

 
Location: Outside Administration Building - Terminus
Objective: Terminal Condition - Quell the Riots
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Imperial Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tags: Darth Strosius Darth Strosius Raphael Gallustrade Raphael Gallustrade

Protests turned to riots, then suddenly, urban warfare.

The strand-cast’s cybernetic eyes twitched with barely-constrained fury as she processed the chaos transpiring all over comms. A squad tasked with holding the courtyard had been overwhelmed by the rioters and reports were trickling in of a rogue Sith who was behind it. Fortunately, the front area to the administration building still held, but some forces were being rerouted to hold the interior itself, where the rioters-turned-insurgents would be met with reinforced barricades and automatic turrets to hold them back.

All the while, UX-0626 held back nothing as she cut down three more of the cloaked terrorists, invisible sonic lances composed of compressed air launching out from her sonic rifle to inflict explosive, gorey death from afar. Satisfied that the front area would hold for the time being, the sniper then shifted her cybernetic gaze to the area around the courtyard, which was a little more than 200 meters from her position.

Almost immediately, UX-0626’s enhanced eyes picked out the dark-clad figure ( Darth Strosius Darth Strosius ) on the rooftop of a building close to the courtyard. Moving with a trained, instinctual fluidity, the sniper aimed for the figure's center mass, adjusting the placement of her crosshairs in the attempt to account for any movement she saw (if her target had moved in the first place), before squeezing the trigger, letting loose a single sonic projectile intended to strike the the rogue Sith in his chest.


 
Objective 1: Autocrats Die an Autocrats Death

"Alina" His mind helpfully supplied, as he gazed up at the falling debris, as the other ships of the fleet scrambled to take action. Well, it seemed that Alina's remaining presence at the academy had proved a true boon. Not just in making sure their land assault did not get pulverised, for as he looked around at his fellow peers, there were smiles and silent cheers running amok, for a force that had galvanised themselves to make an assault against the invaders but had never truly seen combat, there was a real risk of their morale breaking upon first contact, it would take successful momentum to keep spirits high, but also, and more importantly to keep spirits enduring, seeing the enemy advantage crumble before them would certainly accomplish that.

His eyes trailed down to his hands, towards a watch that he had found for just this occasion. There had been long been a dilemma that had existed in the annals of military tactics, that was the one of coordinating military actions when larger distances or opposition forces were in the way. Such importance was given to this simple process that in ancient times battles were won alone by this coordination, either by a truly disciplined force, or more likely, by Lady Luck. It was a matter which he had considered when he had proposed this port of call. A simple conclusion had reached itself, a watch.

It was the same innovation that his forefathers had found too, to better kill your enemy, all one would have to do was synchronise your watches, and when agreed upon, begin your attack. No longer would disparate forces attack without aid, and no longer would the enemy catch messengers moving between prongs wondering when the attack would come. Indeed, as he saw the minute-hand clock ever closer to time, he hoped that the other attacking leaders had kept their watches close. Dyyr T'Pada was unknown to him, a Tyro, and thus Malum would have first thought to keep him in the rear, but instead, he and his ragtag group of Neophytes had volunteered to attack their rear lines, it was ambitious, Malum would freely admit, too ambitious, he would have thought, but such was the way of the Sith world, and their courage had only increased the courage of their fellow Tyros and Neophytes, thus it was incorporated into the plan. Now Jaidha, Jaidha he did know, though he could not exactly remember how he knew her... well that was not exactly right, it was at Jutrand... at a bar... that's all he really remembered. Now that could either be good, or extremely bad. Indeed it was the rather awkward circumstances of such a blight in memory that had kept him from asking her to join on his quest, hopefully by the time he returned, he would remember more fully what had happened and give a sincere apology if it was the case of something bad.

Still, no time to think of such potentially awkward encounters now, they had the battle to win.

"Indeed, but we never really needed them, did we?" Malum said to Quintessa, loud enough for all of them to hear. Quintessa had been another that joined them for this attack, and one who though was very short, and he would privately admit... suffice to say, adorable, was one who was not to be underestimated, his gaze turned to regard all of them now, with little more than a minute before the attack would commence, now was time, "We never needed them for we are the Sith Order, we who held dominion over the entire Galaxy, we who it shall take a tumult of all life to make us bend, we who will, again and again, rise from the ashes, stronger and greater. We shall not fall this day to some fool, we shall take the head of the viper, and bring yet another system for the glory of the Empire. Tsis'Kaar, Eternalists, Kainites, and others among you, whatever your differences, together now we shall stand and bring all others to their knees." A fire burned in his eyes, as his impassioned speech traveled along those present, himself turning to face the camp, as he brought for a lightsaber.

It ignited with a hiss, as his feet carried him forth, beside him would follow knights and apprentices, behind them tyros and neophytes. Call him sentimental, call him weak, but the weakest were not to be cannon fodder for the strong, let the strong make their own strength. Soon fire from the camp sprang forth, as those who had been lulled into a sense of security sprang forth in surprise at the sudden assault. His blade turned as he deflected some blaster bolts, and allowed others to pass him by. From the corner of his peripherals, he could see both figures from his side and theirs fall. Such was the consequence of weakness. Such were the perils of command.

Then, the lightning that coiled forth from his fingers and struck one of those lucky gunners had nothing to do with those of his peers that had been gunned down. Nothing to do with the hidden pain of failing to protect those who had put themselves under his protection.

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From one of the wrecked ships, it's pilot tried to escape. Crawl free, save themselves. Survive. They, like so many, just wanted to live. Like the Acolytes they were sent to bomb. His spine snapped as Alina fell atop him, her heel practically caving in all of his chest. Like so many, he died. Helpless despite what should've been their victory. The Sangnir paid them no mind, instead crouching. Sword on her shoulder as she just watched.

It was that Malum again, huh? Making a show of himself. Quite the opposite of Alisteri, and yet, had the same master. Tsis'kar not existing in the shadow. It was an interesting thought. Time would tell just how worth he'd be as a potential rival to her dear friend.

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Strictly speaking, Jaidha and many of the other Sith Knights were only on the ground to support the Acolytes of the Academy, as the Order had no interest in losing ground here or coddling weak Neophytes. If the students could defend their ground, so be it, but they couldn't risk the Academy being compromised either. So Jaidha, keeping an eye on the time, waited patiently for the assault to begin to see how the latest generation of Sith-in-training fared against the battalion in front of them. And thankfully, she was pleasantly surprised.

The combination of Neophytes appearing in the rear of the command compound and a large force of Acolytes moving in from the front, and the battalion didn't know what was moving to hit them. A few weakling were cut down in the initial charge, but the students were rallying and gaining ground under their leader, Malum. It was strange to see the young man leading a forward charge with such grace under fire considering his condition when they first met, but Jaidha had to concede that command suited him.

Of course, the students weren't the only ones under scrutiny here, while it wasn't a part of any official briefing, Jaidha knew that her performance here would reflect on her value to the Order. She'd fallen quite a ways since the loss of the old heartland, but while the Sith had bounced back as an organization, Jaidha had not. This was just as much an opportunity for her as it was for any of the students, so she needed an opening to move in.

Thankfully the locals obliged as the forward charge was slowed somewhat by the oncoming blaster fire, giving the defenders a change to start breaking out the heavier anti-personnel weapons; grenade launchers, rockets, and repeaters. A perfect chance for the Knights to sweep in on the flank and divide the enemy forces even further.

"Stay low, don't draw sabers until you have to." Jaidha and the Knights moved forward on the left flank of the outpost, using the low brush and the distraction of the Acolyte attacks as cover to get in close. By the time anyone noticed they had more Sith to deal with than they'd expected, the third prong of the attack was already close enough to see the glow of their sabers reflected in their widening eyes.


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