The Chorus of Chaos (Dominion Dom of Mandalore Hex)

[ToKola Bakari]

{8}
Location: Taris' Orbit
Allies: [member="Drox Fuga"] [member="Bhakt Wemk"]
Objective: Exterminate the Rakghoul

It gave Zaz pride to see the soldier's he helped train counter the Rakghoul with almost expert precision. But every soldier had his limit, and fighting the Rakghoul on end could wear on a man. Fatigue was close and they knew it, yet their advance had come to a screeching halt.

"Form up, hold your lines!" Zaz called out, his men heeding the orders as if they were god's will. Still holding in the center of the ruins Zaz could hear a soft beeping. With it a blue indicator light flashing in the corner of his screen.

Reinforcements.

Blaster fire rained down around Zaz's squad, decimating through the Rakghoul that attempted to swarm Gamma squad. The Mandalorian smirked from underneath his helmet, turning his sight to the squad of legionnaires that had taken the high ground in a nearby building. Their fire mixed with that of Zaz's men was enough to decimate through the lines of Rakghoul.

"Nice timing, now fry these things!" Zaz called out to the assisting squad.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

{8}
Location: Taris' Orbit
Allies: [member="Drox Fuga"] [member="Bhakt Wemk"]
Objective: Exterminate the Rakghoul

It gave Zaz pride to see the soldier's he helped train counter the Rakghoul with almost expert precision. But every soldier had his limit, and fighting the Rakghoul on end could wear on a man. Fatigue was close and they knew it, yet their advance had come to a screeching halt.

"Form up, hold your lines!" Zaz called out, his men heeding the orders as if they were god's will. Still holding in the center of the ruins Zaz could hear a soft beeping. With it a blue indicator light flashing in the corner of his screen.

Reinforcements.

Blaster fire rained down around Zaz's squad, decimating through the Rakghoul that attempted to swarm Gamma squad. The Mandalorian smirked from underneath his helmet, turning his sight to the squad of legionnaires that had taken the high ground in a nearby building. Their fire mixed with that of Zaz's men was enough to decimate through the lines of Rakghoul.

"Nice timing, now fry these things!" Zaz called out to the assisting squad.

 

[Xiarr Sair]

More and more of his men fell to the Rakghoul menace, their flesh being cut apart like butter. Horrific screams filled the air, both from the Rakghouls and from Xiarr's men. It was all a blur for Xiarr, he slices into some beasts, and then, even more, would show up. Eventually, Xiarr had only a few men left, but on the bright side, it seemed like there were fewer Rakghouls coming toward his direction. Xiarr cut through the horde until finally, the area looked to be cleared of the monsters. Xiarr looked to see the chaos around him. He was completely torn on what to do. Should he assist the others with the Rakghoul problem, or should he assist in the duel that currently going on?

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective: Open a new route to Taris
Post: 8/20

"Now, time to use the security equipment we purchased on Csilla!" the chief security officer told the security guards assigned to the project when Ragkhouls made their approach.

"Intruder alert!"

Dunames picked up her slughthrower firing 12.7x108s, just plain old FMJ rounds, upon realizing that the spaceport is being targeted by Ragkhouls. She realized that it was going to do no good if the maintenance base, whether used strictly for civilian or military purposes, is going to be overrun by Ragkhouls. Sure, she has her denantium body that can act as armor if necessary, and is pretty heavy, but she can't do it on her own. With a few magazines of those rounds, especially the armor-piercing ones, on her belt as needed, Dunames fired pretty wide while seeing the horde of Ragkhouls closing in on the main entrance of the spaceport. She had to defend the place by any means necessary...

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Vorian met Abraxas' searching expression with a blank stare, not a ounce of anything besides neutrality upon his pallid countenance. He gave a cross shrug of his shoulders, hardly reacting to the crimson flash of blaster fire as the crack troopers of the 501st quickly dismantled the attempts of the Rakghouls attempting to launch another raid on their position. They have a sort of low, animal cunning. Mused the Sith Sorcerer to himself as he kept his eyes on the former Zambrano warrior and the wounded trooper.

"It is your decision to make, I only implore you to make it quickly, for we have many more of these beasts to deal with."

[member="Abraxas"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

"Time is of the essence, and we do not have it." Without any further hesitation, Abraxas brought his sword down over the wounded Stormtrooper, his head splitting down the middle like a melon. Turning around with no remorse for his kill of an innocent, the darkly clad warrior embraced the call of battle once again, unleashing a torrent of lightning from the tips of his left gauntlet. A few of the Rakghoul pests literally fried in the process, their skin charred and cracked.

Their lives don't matter, they're fodder. They do not possess the prowess to go beyond the call of a trigger finger.

The warrior's blade was coated in thick globs of organic residue by this point, skin sliding off and being cleaved out in chunks as the warblade continued to drink in the blood of the unfortunate plague victims.

[member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective: Open a new route to Taris
Post: 9/20

The Ragkhouls attacked in force, with the security personnel fighting them left and right. Dunames saw that these monsters appear disorganized, while only an organized defense would probably save the spaceport until reinforcements could come. That, even though the two forces seemed locked in a stalemate; Dunames did have to deal with that oversized rifle in order to shoot those 12.7x108s at Ragkhouls, one at a time, felling two of those with the last five shots fired.

 

[null3]

With the base deployed, Harris and his fleet began to amass above the world for some time. Once all of the ship had amassed and we're in formation, they launched to hyperspace.

 

[Bhakt Wemk]

(8/25)

The Rakghouls swarmed from the remnants of the collapsed building. Bhakt gripped his ax and made his way to the front and once again allowed his senses to fall away to let the force guide him. The muted hum of his ax couldn't be heard over the sounds of battle, but the combined efforts of himself and soldiers where managing to hold back the tide of creatures. Though despite his best efforts and the force, fatigue started to set in on the warrior.

Though just as it seemed that the legionnaires lines might break, blaster fire rained down onto the front line. It seemed reinforcements had been sent and the fresh soliders rained down hell onto the beasts. Bhakt cheered along with the men and rushed forward to help push back the stragglers.

"Push 'em back boys and girls! Don't give them a chance to slither away!"

[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Allies: N/A
Foes: The Dominion
Post: [08/20]

It was always like this. That mind-numbing rage. The darkness seduced him, flooded into his entirety by lending his most passionate emotions every bit of strength and willpower it possibly could. The Dark Side was a gift. It was a tool. The means to an end.

Golden eyes flashed with hatred, darting down to watch the boy scrambling between his legs and well out of his reach. The monster of a man attempted anyways, snarling as his gauntleted hands grabbed aimlessly at disappearing legs.

"Stop." Judas growled, spinning around with that wretched sword in hand. His hands trembled, his muscles quaked at the very thought of dissecting this boy.

Then he charged again. Black boots clamped against the ground, the darkness of the Force lending ferocity and speed to each and every step. Then came that vicious slash of a living weapon, intended to neatly remove the head from this Archlord.

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Vorian witnessed Abraxas cleave the wretched bastard's head in twine, numb to the viscera dripping off the thirsty edge of the blade. This display of casual brutality and utter pragmatism told the Arkanian Sorcerer much, yes, but nothing he was surprised over. Kaine Zambrano's creatures were all characterized by a vitriolic contempt for the lives of both the innocent and their own compatriots in arms. Neither compassion or mercy were shown to anyone, whether they be the most hated of foe or a veteran legionnaire scarred from a thousand battles spent howling the glories of their names. All were disposable.

A dangerous thing, but a double edged one as well.

"Let us continue." Vorian spoke without a hint of his mulled contemplations. Hair like beaten strands of silver flowed about the Arkanian's shoulder as he pivoted sharply on his heels and advanced deeper into the carcass of Taris, dutifully flanked by the men of the 501st.

[member="Abraxas"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective: Open a new route to Taris
Post: 10/20

Things were not as it would seem with the Rakghouls: they may be bent on mindless destruction, but not if Dunames had something to say about that. There were easily hundreds of mooks in-station for this attack. Luckily, Dunames realized that this run-down spaceport has broken windows that the zombies cannot exploit without the proper equipment so she has to stay on the roof alongside a few of the security droids. Understandably, the roof is a little shaky and the roof vibrates at every step she takes on the roof. The roof of the main terminal, on which I'm standing, prone, with this massive slugthrower must be replaced after the ragkhoul onslaught is over, she thought. For this reason she feels uneasy and she feels like she has to fire the slugs prone, but perhaps she would have fired it from a standing or kneeling position if the roof was more stable. Nevertheless, she still fired these slugs so as to pick off Rakghouls at ranges long enough to thin the incoming horde.

"Boss, a supplier of starship maintenance equipment has arrived" a grunt told over comms.

"Unloading the remaining equipment has to wait: the spaceport is overrun by Rakghouls"

 

[Darth Eversor]

Abraxas walked on, falling to the side of the 501st as they and the Arkanian marched on. This path towards a full redemption, even the very notion of thinking that the Light was anything the former Sith could grasp now seemed futile. Here he was, yet again bathing in the ichor and crimson of both man and non-sentient. This was the path that the warrior had walked down time and time again, each instance without any remorse or reason to give justification for the bloodshed.

But this was different, this life felt closer to a purpose worth living through. There would be no escape this time, no spur of the moment to contradict the actions already buried with the corpses from way back when, or the ones now rotting.

To harness the brutality and murderous persona that the Dark Side had bestowed upon the lesser-than-human butcher was absolute. It was the right thing to do, to use such ability as a tool and not a means to set the galaxy ablaze with greed and lust for power. That was the way of the failures, the Sith that dared pretend that their hierarchy was law. They would learn the error of their ways soon enough, but for now the construction of a greater cause was just beginning.

Abraxas wouldn't let that pass him up, not this time.

[member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

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He would have spun, were it not for the speed of his foe.

Cursing, Cedric hit the dirt hard the the heel of his boot. He pressed forward, his fears and hesitation cast aside in favor of action. The silver-blue light of his blade arced forward as he began his own charge. Though his opponent was larger, Cedric was faster, and when their blades struck, he managed to maneuver himself below to gain more leverage.

The strike jarred his arms and the blade sputtered against the vong-shaped sword.

Gray eyes met those of yellow.

"Enough of this," the Archlord's voice was deathly calm. "We've other things to worry about. Trying to kill me will accomplish nothing for you. Think, quit acting." The blade sparked as Cedric's tested his strength against that of his opponents.

[member="Judas Foster"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

The 501st were efficient at what they did. Like programmed automatons, they marched from house to house, burned out skeleton to burned out skeleton, smoking out whatever Rakghouls or creatures taking refuge within. Smoke grenades, fire --.. they always came running out like frenzied beasts and chopped down in order by a hail of precise blaster fire. There was not much for Vorian to do; the 501st were seasoned enough not to require orders by 'bookworm's like himself and only rarely did a Rakghoul manuever itself around the Stormtroopers formation and make a pass for the Sith Sorcerer himself.

He peered to Abraxas again as he withdrew his lightsaber from a steaming carcass.

"Do you still consider yourself Sith?"

[member="Abraxas"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

The warrior looked to the scholar and paused a moment before giving him an answer. To consider himself Sith was... in a sense, a reminder of the wretched knaves he used to accommodate in the past, something he wanted to scratch out of his memories. The man came first and foremost as an Imperial asset, one designated to enforce and defend its affairs and mandate. But that was long gone now.

But at the base of his very soul, Abraxas knew that he self-identified more along the lines of the rite of passage that was, in every sense, Sith.

"I would tell you that I do not wish to give myself that moniker any longer, but you and I both understand that to be false. I cannot deny my past, my philosophy, or even how I view the Force. I am indeed Sith, but not in the spirit that those fools masquerade in."

Looking at the very warblade that he wielded, Abraxas cast it to the side. It was a novelty from a time that painted him as something much worse than he was now. He needed to discard everything that tied him to his unsavory origins.

Executioner of the Zambrano throne no longer.

[member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

[Xiarr Sair]

Xiarr followed the others, moving along with the 501st. Like the real Vader's Fist, they were efficient killers, burning the Rakghouls and other vermin to a crisp. They were highly disciplined, marching as one, never falling out of line, and they did as the were told. It was admirable to say the least, especially since they watched their fellow men get slaughtered in a gruesome fashion. There was nothing else to do other than march and clear out Rakghouls, this mission wasn't as exciting as Xiarr had thought it would be, but then again, this was his first real mission with the Dominion. Xiarr didn't recognize anyone he was working which was a good thing for him. He usually spent most of his time with the same group of people with maybe one new face thrown into the mix.

 

[Tyberius Fel]

"To be a Sith.." Vorian reflected, the scent of corrupted copper hanging over the stale air like a shroud. He whipped his head onto Abraxas.

"You are an able warrior, but you have been exploited. Treated like a tool and been left bereft of knowledge." The snow haired Sith flicked the ignition switch off his Lightsaber. "But you have potential as well. And there are many Dark Jedi within the Dominion who require guidance. Join me, and perhaps we could build a enclave for these misguided wanderers to be trained in the proper way of the Sith."


[member="Abraxas"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

The sentiment offered by the scholarly Sith was a refreshing one. Abraxas was not entirely ignorant as he stated, but yet, he only held a mere torch of knowledge to the pyre of some of the most renown Sith Lords across the galaxy. He knew it to be true, that he wasn't seen as much more than a valuable weapon. He held strength in one hand, and the lineage of a psychopath in the other. But it was due time that he found his own calling, his own path to accept the Dark Side as he saw fit.

No more would he be under the rule of a man whom was feared not for his cunning, but for his brutish scare tactics and barbarism.

"The proper way of the Sith you say... it isn't the first time I've heard those words echo throughout time, but yet they are heard by either all of the wrong souls - or rather, the words are spoken by only ignorance incarnate." Abraxas stared at [member="Vorian Adasca"], studying him. Something felt different, but the warrior had to be certain that this would not become another mistake.

"But I will agree that there are many led astray, misguided. And there must be a way to forge a new name for the Sith." With a heavy sigh, the darkly clad butcher extended his right hand as a gesture of trust. "If your word is good, then mine is golden."

 

[Drox Fuga]

Post: 2/10
[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Dunames Lopez"] [member="Vorian Adasca"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Bhakt Wemk"] [member="Judas Foster"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]

Objective: Reinforce all Dominion Operators on the ground

The droid walked up to the Lord Fuga who was standing over a holographic recreation of the outbreak below them. The Dominions 1st Army would take some time before they could launch an attack. The Ash Army was here and could deploy the 3 Legions and another as a reserve. However the Archlord who was on the planet was not responding to hails from the fleet. Drox was not goin to wait for a response that may never arrive.

The droid walked up "Lord Fuga, the skyfall legion is place in reserve and the Cerberus Legion has already touched ground, two more legions are on stand by ready for deployment." The droids voice buzzed like static with each elongated word it spoke. These models were old, Twoozer even older. Yet they were very capable military Commanders, proven by the old Confederates who used them.

The General moved over, placing his hand over an area, "We have Intel from ground recon that the Archlord is somewhere in this area, unfortunately, ground Intel is spotty from the outbreak, we've sent word, a containment division is enroute to quarantine the system if needed."

Lord Fuga looked at the holographic area, leaning over he planted his palms on the table letting out a sigh. The Archlord and the area that centered the Outbreak were spread by great lengths, Cerberus was already on the ground, but a legion could only hold the ground, not destroy the outbreak. "Command the 2 Legions to the Archlord last know posistion, he's the symbol of our people, we can not loose him no matter the cost, inform Cerberus and Zaz that they will need to push pack the outbreak as best they can alone."