The Corrupted | CIS Invasion of NR-Held Kuat

[Hansen]

Daan Sarnova
IMC Valour's Bridge, Kuat Orbit
Tags: [member="Genesis Rostu"]

Spoiler: Equipment

• DARKSABRE Advanced Powered Assault Armour/Mark IX/BRAVO
• Stun Baton
• Stun Cuffs

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The Confederacy has begun enforcing their blockade and were enforcing it vigorously, Warships flooded the system and Daan's muddy Gray-Hazel eyes could make out some of their hulls a few scant hundred meters reading the esteemed names and pennant numbers painted proudly upon armour. Like a Knight of youre clad in ribboned battle pennants commemorating victories. Choofing along at one-third speed the IMC Valour was a rather long freighter wearing the triangle-logo of a Geonosis-based Corporation called "Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation" They were famous or infamous depending on one's perspective for designing a plethora of weapons and equipment wielded by the First Imperial Military who license built some of their weapon systems. Daan wore one such system, one used exclusively by augmented supersoldiers although she had coloured it a sky-blue in homage to a Mandalorian practice of colouring their armour to convey characteristics of its' wearer.

What wasn't as well known this far into the core was that the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation also dealt in pharmaceuticals, healthcare and artificial bacta which while not as effective or as potent as the authentic material cultivated on Thyferra it got the job done and the way Daan saw it at the moment something was better than nothing for those wretched and forgotten lives left to languish on Kuat. The rest of the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation's fleet hadn't been ready to deploy so far away from Kamino on the turn of a dime and so it was left up to the Valour and the Corporation's owner to deliver what supplies they could. Steepling her bodyglove sheathed fingers Daan sat in a leather-wrapped seat on the bridge and continued to peer thoughtfully out at the Warships passing the Valour before her telescope-powerful sight spotting an ostentatious, beautiful and long dreadnought you couldn't mistake for not being a command ship.

"That's the one." Daan's voice intones before swivelling her power-armoured body towards the Valour's Captain. "Sarrin, contact the Navy's Dreadnought, let them know we're laden with Bacta, Medicine and IMC-employed physicians and would deliver our products and services to the people of Kuat." Pausing for a moment she pondered whether or not to inform them about the IMC Marines aboard the Valour and then nodded after a thought believing that it might be reassuring. "Let them know we have armed security aboard and can deploy them to aid as manual labour in distributing relief supplies." Before Sarrin could even reply from their Dais the former Death Trooper wearing a multi-million credit suit of Powered Armour rose from the chair with a loud creak, obviously restless and maybe even a little bit anxious. It made her palpably nervous to be aboard an unarmed Vessel in what was obviously a prepared Guillotine threatening to fall. "Actually, I'll tell them myself."

Standing beside Sarrin's throne with a several kilogram azure-coloured helmet held under right arm against hip, a thin aqua beam lanced forth from the bridge's ceiling and scanned Daan beaming a colourless three-dimensional holographic representation to the Serenity for its' Captain to communicate with giving a Human face to a voice that grated with a throaty-accent. "This is the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation Valour broadcasting to the CIS Serenity. We have received the notice of blockade and are presently on a course set for Kuat." Daan spoke with a strong magisterial authority although there was a hint of fear or apprehension visible on their pale visage. "We're attempting to deliver Bacta, Medicine, Physicians and Security Personnel to the Republic Distribution Centre. Please advise on course correction or any relevant customs procedure, we're transmitting our business data for verification. This message will repeat every thirty seconds until you respond." Daan notes the sensor ceases to broadcast the blinding light into her retinas from the wall and glances over to the Valour's Captain.

"How'd I do?" She asked with a Sheepish smirk, Sarrin with their salt-flecked pepper-coloured beard shoots back a grin at the IMC's owner. "Pretty good." Approval came with a thumb rising from a closed fist towards the ceiling, Sarrin made the gesture without pivoting their body and instead turns his steely Onyx gaze out towards Kuat's surface and the broken ringed shipyard wrapped around its' orbit. "I hear it has all gone to spit down there since the Sith Invasion, Colonel." Daan winces at the use of her previous rank 'Colonel' Sarrin used it with uncomfortable flippancy as if the title could be worn with any pride after the First Order abandoned Dosuun to the damn Lizards and left the Sarnova family no Her family on its' surface to be slaughtered. As if she needed any more reason to go AWOL in the Order's closing days Daan's previous friend Natasi Fortan had also been killed. "It's like this everywhere." Eyes peered across the floating space debris, the noble Kuati people were no doubt shamed and furious in equal measure to have their Drive Yards so humiliated and neutered.

"The Galaxy is broken." The declaration came with confident certainty and left a few of the bridge crew looking to the seven-foot tall armoured woman expectantly. "And the IMC is going to help fix it, I expect each and every one of you to uphold our Corporation's values and be ambassadors to the Kuati people." Daan thrusts an erect finger towards the Transparisteel and the distant turning planet, some opportunistic entrepreneurs might have pointed out the IMC only stood to gain from Kuat Drive Yards' misfortune but the former's Owner wasn't so exploitative or callous to take advantage of the situation that kind of behaviour just wasn't in Daan's nature and it had been derided as "Naive" or "Idealistic" once upon a time by Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber of the First Imperial Military. For all her sense of duty and reliability she never truly fit into the ruthless First Imperial Military Machine, even despite much of the military environment feeling alien Daan fulfilled her duty all the same although she didn't like to think about it now seeing the Warlordism and Selfishness that had taken root there now.

It felt strange to be the centre of attention for Daan who was a self-confessed 'Nerd' and 'Book' Lover largely ignoring the thud and scattering lights of discos and clubs despite the feeling being alien it took well and felt an intoxicating pleasure flood through veins with a subtle tantalising ripple tingling down through spine. It was intoxicating and gratifying in equal measure, fulfilled in the knowledge their purpose here was righteous. Daan felt a hot wave pulse through the skin of her porcelain coloured face and decided it would now be a good time to slide a helmet over her pinked visage. The DARKSABRE Mark IX helmet's hermetic seal hisses closed a thought activates the Hololithic rune for Security's Comm channel. "Captain Davos, get Besh Company formed up in the hold and inform Foreman barrows to have his shift prepare to unload the supply pallets." Davos gave a jovial acknowledgement, obeying the woman's command curtly. Captain Davos had been a First Imperial Storm Commando and instructor before being offered employment with the IMC personally by Daan, facing starvation on Bespin he could have hardly refused.

Pivoting in his white fatigues and coyote brown webbing-covered armour, Davos rolls down his stubborn sleeves over a pair of thick biceps that were comparable in size to an infant's skull before pulling a Cigar held between his lips away and giving it a flippant flick into a nearby garbage chute. "Alright gentleman on your feet, IMC Marines don't get paid by the damn hour. Let's go!"

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Lieutenant Daesha Ven
Post 1
Ship: T-77 “Talon” Stealth Interceptor (Currently docked in hangar bay of the)
Onboard Equipment: KC-95 ‘Ace of Spades’ Blaster Pistol, M-322 Standard Issue Ration Pack
Location: Kuat Drive Yards
Allies: [member="Ilsa Visel"] [member="Anton Delane"] [member="Darth Tacitus"]
Enemies: The New Republic

Lieutenant Daesha Ven was the picture-perfect image of a consummate professional as she strode into the hangar bay of the Eternal Glory with a confidently feminine swagger that was quite abnormal for the typically meek and submissive ex-slave. Her icy turquoise eyes glared with no small amount of reproach at the engineers as they struggled to prepare her fighter in time for its scheduled launch. To say the least, the magenta-skinned Twi’lek thoroughly despised standing around in the noisy hangar while waiting for the menials to finish their work. She felt the uncanny urge to knock the tools off the table of a passing wheeled workstation as a means to express her frustration with the fact the engineers were perpetually late in executing their meager duties. It seemed to her that all they had to do was screw a few bolts in place, run a few simple tests, and wipe down the hull before the damn thing was ready. Instead, so many of them were standing around and socializing like they were at a karking meet-and-greet rather than a job site.

It was only when Daesha spotted an engineer approaching her that she took a deep breath and tempered her choler. She turned to the woman with a calm expression across her magenta-skinned countenance and awaited her assessment.

“Miss, the team ran into technical difficulties in preparing your craft for the mission. Fortunately, there is another craft available and it is ready for combat operations. However, the seat has not been fixed for your frame yet and it may require some manual adjustment on your end before you take off.” The engineer spoke with a small hint of apprehension in her voice, although not necessarily out of fear of the Twi’lek pilot. Oddly enough, Daesha had a reputation as a patient and submissive, albeit eerily quiet woman.

“Thank you Officer.” Daesha spoke in a grateful sounding tone. “It shouldn’t be much of an inconvenience at all.” The Twi’lek lied with special emphasis placed on her last few words, internally seething with red-hot rage as she spoke. “Give your team my regards.” She added, before nodding to the engineer and climbing up the ladder into the cockpit of her craft.

Once inside, Daesha placed her helmet over her head, confirmed the hermetic seal of her suit, and initiated the start-up procedures of her craft. While waiting for the ion engines to warm up, Daesha aggressively pulled at the corners of her seat in a graceless attempt to pull it up into a comfortable position.

The seat snapped back like a bucking equine and her situation only got worse.

An inaudible growl left Daesha’s lips as she contemplated smashing the dashboard with her fist. When it came to working with her hands, the ex-slave was utterly hopeless. Her embarrassment and anger at that particular shortcoming manifested in a soft groan of frustration which masked a great deal of rage simmering underneath like slow-moving magma beneath the surface of a planet.

Suddenly, the seat abruptly shifted forward and into her preferred position. When she looked up, she noticed the engineer climbing down the ladder while giving Daesha thumbs-up gesture. “Seat is in position and you're all set, miss.” The engineer said as she touched down onto the ground. “Good luck and godspeed.”

Although the wide-eyed and slack jawed expression which colored her pulchritudinous features was mercifully concealed by her helmet, Daesha felt utterly embarrassed, yet distinctly relieved. The engineer had adjusted her seat to a comfortable position within the span of a second and without Daesha even taking notice! She felt completely humiliated by her inability to perform such a simple adjustment, and yet she could not help but to feel a bit more respect for the engineer than she did before.

“Th-thank you.” Daesha replied nervously. “I really appreciate the assistance.” She added with a hint of a stutter in her voice, before giving the engineer a crisp salute.

The cockpit sealed shut and the twin ion engines of the Talon interceptor powered on. The satisfying hum of the engines put her mind in a state of ease and soothed her nerves in the process.

“T-21, reporting and ready for immediate launch.” Daesha spoke in a soft, yet distinctly clear tone before awaiting the order to take off from command.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Objectives: Establish Confederate Supremacy
Tags: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Shakti Sweet"]
Targets: [member="Alexandra Feanor"]
Location: Hyperspace
Post: I

There was a noticeable look of discontent on the Exarch's face as he gazed out of the deck's main window. His eyes flitted from one of the mechanical pilots to the next, as if hoping to find the problem in their actions. Nothing. No matter how much he looked to them or even turned his gaze inward, he could not find the source of this feeling. He remained on the deck for the final leg of the trip to ensure everything went as planned. A restless night and waves of uncertainty were uncommon for him. Even now, with his armor fastened around him, the cloak of darkness did little to take the edge off of this damned feeling.

"Exarch. We are five minutes from target." A metallic tone called from over the deck, causing Adron to nod in his direction. The communications droid almost seemed to pause before turning back to his terminal. Even his optics had picked up on the change in demeanor that Adron had.

The Fleet traveled through the expanse of hyperspace until finally the klaxons sounded. Adron's eyes opened. At some point in time he closed them in an attempt to gather himself before entering the fray that was to come. The Tactical Droid strode beside him, his automated tone calling out plainly. "Exarch. I have compiled a status report for you based on the most recent reports." The Sith Lord turned to the Tactical Droid, holding a hand up to halt him. The Veil erupted from Hyperspace, falling into real space just outside of the Confederate blockade. Adron's azure eyes slowly turned, the blue was subtly washed into a jewel shade of amethyst. "Prepare my shuttle and my guard." The Exarch turned from the deck, just as the droid called out to him.

"And the Fleet, sir?" The Exarch had thought that answer was obvious.

"Order the fleet to take up defensive positions around the planet." The Tactical droid produced a datapad and tapped into it, seeing to the Exarch's will while following closely behind him. Adron had tried to stay on top of the Kuati situation since it had fallen to his desk. In anticipation for this he had even ordered a number of his own to the planet, so that his own mission would go smoother.

The Exarch tapped the device on his wrist, a specialized holocomm that would connect him to [member="Shakti Sweet"] and Xobos Yakieer. As the holocomm flashed over his own body, it would transmit a holoimage of the Exarch to the two women. "Xobos, Shakti, I will be arriving planetside shortly. Once I have landed on the planet you two will join me." The Exarch had no intention on leaving his apprentices to their own devices. However it was not due to a lack of trust. No, the two would be needed for the Exarch to secure this planet and begin the Confederate investigations.

As Adron turned into his private hangar, the Tactical droid spoke up once again. "Sir. Shall we prepare troops to land planetside?" Adron paused, just before reaching the main hangar bay. "Yes. Prepare them all. Until this investigation is over this planet is under Confederate jurisdiction."

Fleet Compliment:
The Veil~Flagship
6x - Whitestar Battlecruisers
2x - Lucrehulk Battleships

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Capitol Building, Kuat City - Kuat
Objective: Security Detail for the CIS Investigation Unit
Tags: [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Alden Akaran"], [member="Shakti Sweet"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Adron Malvern"]
Enemies: None, at the moment
Allies: CIS and investigative team
Mental state: Serious

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When the orders finally came, Xobos, like Shakti, had felt like it was high time the group did something beyond looking through papers. It had felt like she had been staring at the same piece of paper for hours now, and when the communication finally came through on the comm unit installed in her helmet, the Miraluka couldn’t help but leap to her feet in genuine excitement. Her eyes glanced over at the other apprentice, watching her slide her pair of knives down the sheaths and into her hands, an admittedly cool trick, before darting out of the room. With a grin, Xobos quickly did the same, leaping over a desk and quickly turning the corner to sprint out of the room they had been confined in for so long, sprinting down the hallway after her apprentice comrade.

Another glance at the knives held in the hands by the fiery haired woman reminded the Miraluka that she held no weapons of her own at the moment. In the back of her mind, she wished they had been able to finish constructing their lightsabers in time for their excursion here, but with that thought, her thoughtful frown quickly turned back into a grin. How lucky was she that out of thin air, that she could construct her own weapon right then and there?

Continuing to run down the corridor of the capital building, the woman clasped her hands together, allowing her mind to center onto one thing, one objective, even as her body continued to carry itself forward. The internal monolog began once again between Xobos and the voices in her mind, which she was relieved to hear was Lagos. “I need protection. My spear, preferably, please.” She could practically hear him laugh before the combined voice spoke, “One day, master, you’re going to have to get yourself a weapon that doesn’t need conjuring.” An eye roll, but one with a smile was Xobos’s first response, before she could feel her connection to the dark side strengthen after his words had been spoke. The mark on her arm burned, but hands twisted, slowly becoming unclasped, a shaft of whispy darkness beginning to form between them. The gap got wider and wider, and so did the shaft, until, grasped between her hands, was her Darkshear spear, now held at her side as she followed the redheaded apprentice.

With the wisps of darkness flowing from the spear, she continued to follow the redhead, wondering if she had any sort of objective in mind. The woman did seem like the kind to just run off without any sort of plan beforehand. Much different than the other apprentice in their group, as it always looked and sounded like he was scheming and planning. For better or worst. Xobos was in the middle. She had no problem charging forward, however it was nice to have an objective to kill, detain, or fight.

Thankfully, that objective didn’t take long to manifest itself for Xobos. By the time the Miraluka had caught up to the redheaded woman, a communication was making it’s way to them. For Xobos, it was in her helmet, which made it quite easy to hear over the commotion going on around them. Their master, it seemed, would be making an appearance on planet. To do that, of course, he would need somewhere to land. And for Xobos, having seen the capital building’s blueprint earlier, knew exactly where to go.

She sprinted ahead of the other apprentice, yelling a quick, “Hurry up, this way!” over her shoulder before taking a quick right, hurrying toward one of the many landing platforms along the building’s outer layer. The comms in her helmet were quickly flipped on yet again, and this time it was the apprentice speaking to the master. “We are securing one of the south landing pads on the capital building master. You’ll be clear for landing or pickup.”

The Miraluka finished her transmission just as the pair of apprentices sprinted outside, onto one of the various landing platforms. The brightness of the sun momentarily blinded her through her mask, but the dampeners kicked in enough to be able to tell there were plenty of Kuati personnel on the platform. With a swing of her spear, she quickly drove it into the ground, burying the multiple inch blade deep into the durosteel, slicing into it like butter. “This platform is about to be in use. Get off it…Now!” She had no desire to hurt any of these people, but they needed to move for the apprentices to secure a landing site for their master.

 

[Shakti Sweet]

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Location: Capitol Building, Kuat City - Kuat
Objective: Meet with her Master
Tags: [member="Ephraim"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Alden Akaran"]
Quarry: [member="Alexandra Feanor"]
Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems and her Allies

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She wasn't running by any means, but she could hear the heavy footfalls of someone hurrying to catch up behind her. A quick glance over her shoulder showed the Miralukan apprentice she'd been introduced to as Xobos loping down the hall to reach her. The girl slowed as she approached, but just as she matched the Firrerrreo's stride they were both alerted to their Master's summons. While the younger woman appeared to have a HUD of some sort built into her helmet, Shakti felt as the stylish looking watch about her left wrist provided a shudder of haptic feedback. She narrowed her eyes a touch as she lifted her wrist, a miniature version of the former Imperial she now apprenticed under shimmered to life above the head of the gaudy jewelry.

It seemed that their orders had changed just as quickly as they'd been given. She felt a pang of desire to continue on to find herself some New Republic targets... She had been idle too long, and the redhead wanted to get some good use out of the blades she'd unsheathed - but she imagined that if she didn't do exactly as she had been told, she would not enjoy the repercussions. As Xobos took off running down the hall Shakti had to fight not to roll her eyes, her fingers flexing around the hilts of the blades before she started to trudge off after the girl. She couldn't bring herself to have the same child-like giddiness about securing a landing zone for the Exarch, but she could at least follow along.

She didn't waste time as they entered onto the landing pad that the younger apprentice had decided upon, spinning the blades in her palms in a flourish of glinting metal as she advanced on a group of Kuati natives, all of whom had been milling about, likely just doing their jobs. Between the look on her face and the exposed ryyk blades, she was able to very quickly clear the platform, anyone she got close to fleeing from the naked rage behind her eyes. While the young woman with the voice that carried did her best to persuade those present with shouts and threats, Shakti used the tools at her disposal to do the same - though based on the speed with which her method worked, she dared to think that perhaps her way might have been more efficient.

Once the platform was cleared, the mute took up a post at the entrance to the capital building itself - leaning back against the wall beside the large metal doors and bouncing the blades idly against her sides. She suspected that based on their Master's transmission they would not have long to wait, but now that the busy work had concluded she found her mind wandering back to those inside the building, actively considering what sort of fun things they'd be getting up to... Maybe they'd actually get to rough up some NR scum.

 

[Luna Terrik]

Location: Kuat Drive Yard Rings
Objective: Install Marshal Law
Tags: -
Allies: Any other CIS in space or on rings
Enemies: Anyone standing in their way
Equipment: Dauntless Armor, SC4 Repeater, Tactical Recon Handguns (2)

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It was easy to fear, or praise, those three special words in the old times. Three words that would spell disaster or miracle for those that controlled them. Guaranteed defeat or victory came from those three words, as if they held the most power in the galaxy. And for many empires that had either fallen or risen due to them, this would ring true. The Kuat Drive Yards, home to the finest engineers the galaxy had ever seen. They could create capital ships at a rate that was unmatched by anything other than pure legend. The men and women who worked on this station were military engineering geniuses, and the rings that surrounded Kuat gave it life.

Those were the old times, however, and the life that the rings used to give the world below was now barely more than a whimper that was barely able to put out a small amount of spacecraft a cycle. The whole scene was detestable.

So when the orders come out that the Confederacy fleet would be going to Kuat on a humanitarian mission to hand out aid and help get the planet back on it’s feet, Luna made sure Dauntless would be there. Thankfully, their objective was also the very rings that had idolized greatness for so long. To get onto the rings, install some sort of martial law, and bring the rings back to the greatest they used to be.

With the other Hellspear Frigate’s engaged in other parts of the galaxy, Luna Terrik’s personal ship, the Rebellious Hawk quickly blasted into the system along with the other starships once the blockade had been established. It made no stops along the way either, blasting directly toward one of the largest pieces of remaining ring. They would board, install a command center somewhere in the ring, and then begin to hand out the aid they had. The frigate had an extra compliment of engineers specially for the purpose of repairing any and all major defaults the crew could find during their short time on the planet.

Luna was determined to do as much good on those rings as they could, and hopefully nobody stood in the way of doing that. This was a peaceful mission, but there was a reason that the Dauntless commandos had been the ones picked to be on the rings as opposed to some other groups.

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[Brea Hersy]

Location: The Wastes
Equipment: Vibroblade
Nearby: Nobody

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You see it once, you've seen it all. There was barely anything that could be derived from scouring the wastes, it seemed, and yet she persisted, mostly because it was her job. Ruins, shattered structures, a pale gray sky, and gravel were all she could make out beside the occasional stream of smoke billowing out from the ground. A sign of life, however, could be derived from one of these ruins; makeshift barricades lined the entrance, though even they appeared to be shoddy and easy enough to pass through.

Glass crunched beneath her boots as she entered, either another deterrent or a sign of neglect. The bottom floor of the small structure was dark, vacant. There was no life there, but there was light from outside shining down the stairs that led to the second floor, and so she carefully climbed her way to peak at what might have been waiting there.

What she found, however, was no desired target. Two corpses, both nearly having degraded down to the bone, laid on a bed beside one another, one latching onto the other, and what was left of them had, in places, fused together. There were still supplies scattered along the wooden floor, including non-perishable foods and even some crude first aid material. In one corner was a water filtration setup, one that had then become overgrown with mold and mildew.

There was nothing for her there, and so she left, returning to her speeder bike with less resolve than before she entered. At the very least, she knew that this place harbored life, at least at one time. Maybe it was less contaminated.

 

[Jade Solus Skirae]

Location: Kuat Wastes
Allies: NR and [member="Adenn Kyramud"]
Enemies: CIS [member="Aya Clarke"] [member="Lace Vi'dreya"], [member="Carbon"], [member="Brea Hersy"].
Post 1

She tagged along with Adenn Kyramud and a couple of squads of his clanmates to see if she couldn't purchase some ship schematics from the Kuat engineers given she has heard how well the shipyards of this planet were, She came armed with her normal arsenal taking her rifle and as many close range weapons she could fit on her person without it screwing with her ability to move quick and be nimble.

She was just simply walking around when she heard that the CIS showed up, She immediately checked her gear and ammo and stuck with Adenn. While the rule was to not engage the CIS unless engaged first doesn't mean she cant prepare for such a conflict, She listened in to keep herself updated and learned that the CIS wasn't just here as a small fleet but as a blockading armada and started sending down ''relief troops''. She could feel her adrenaline start to pump as her instincts started to take hold, She looked to Adenn to see what he would do first.

She heard the message and simply shook her head, They come in peace yet they arrive with enough force to take the planet twice over. Once she saw him move to the wastes she followed while she didn't like the hiding part she knew a direct attack would be suicide to gurrellia warfare was the best option.

 

[Taramaz Arcturus]

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Theme: Sheppard of Fire, Welcome to my Apocalypse​

Equipment:​

Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike Armour, Obsidian Executor Boots, Knight's Obsidian Ring, Medkit​

Wielding: Mandalorian Heavy Pistol, Blood of the Massassi​

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Location: Kuat City [member=Nixia Amabilia]​

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Allies: CIS​

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So, this is what it came down to. This is the result of a nation neglecting a planet during it's time of greatest need. He nigh believed it when he saw it with his own eyes. He had heard stories of Kuat and it's glorious drive yards as a mere lad. Tales of a planet with a glorious ring around it capable of producing ships of unimaginable proportions. He had also heard stories of what had happened to it, in more recent years. Something inside him just cracked and shattered when he saw the planet in it's true light. Needless to say, the stories he had heard, and the documents he had read did not compare, not remotely. Entire areas covered in radiation, the Drive Yards gone, now residing in the ground, and buildings. Towers toppled, rubble everywhere. The attackers had been ruthless, but the New Republic even more brutal with it's help, more so, lack of it.

He had just been walking along an empty back alley, looking for civvies to aid when he heard yelling, soldiers barking orders, pleading, and sobbing. He was about to brush it off as a few uncooperative civilians and a few dull minded troops that would be dealt with by their superiors. That was before his thought process was clouded by the sounds of a pistol firing, not a standard issue Confederacy blaster. He froze in his casual gait, as the silence he thought he would hear was replaced with screams of terror. The air around him pulsed as he felt the surges of pain in the air, then he sensed the presence of the dark side, and started tracking it, running through the back alleys. He hit a dead end, and bounced up on his leg, the massive figure launching up to a window sill, where he grabbed on, spinning himself around, his back to the shattered window. He leapt off the wall, hitting the opposing wall with one foot, bouncing back to the other.

His fingers curled around a piece of metal, jutting out of the wall. Pulling back as the metal came loose, falling down at him, causing him to swing to the side, holding on with one hand. He swung himself back, grabbing again at the empty crevice where the piece of metal had once made it's home in. He pulled himself up, raising his right leg up to chin level, pushing himself up onto the roof of the building. He dug his fingers into the slanted metal, finding another convenient crevice. He watched, looking over at the scene, a score of republic troops, one holding a pistol, smoke still lifting off it. His comrades yelling at him, scolding him. He had not sensed the dark side, atleast not from the trooper. He turned away, and started crawling up the roof, and watched as a woman got up, and charged the peace-breaking trooper, eviscerating him.

He reached for his lightsabers, as the figure limped into the shadows of an alley, and disappear from his sight. He thought not, however, and pulled his hand back, instead, he raised his left arm, and fired a silent grappling line onto a light post, the hook grabbed on. He pulled the line tight, then ran and jumped off the roof, swinging, the rope pulling him closer, and stopping him from hitting the ground. He raised his two legs infront of himself, and knocked a trooper down, he could've sworn he heard something crack, maybe a rib? or just the armour? Nothing that needed to be worried about just that moment. The grapple pulled him up to the light pole, disappearing from sight, confusing the troopers. He kept the hook grappled onto the pole, as he slowly extended the rope, lowering himself down.

A trooper noticed the surprisingly big, and well armoured, but unarmed man, and raised his rifle, walking forward. Taramaz then yanked his arm to the left, freeing the grapple, then swung it over to the right over his head, the line wrapping around the pole a few times. He then threw it forward, and pulled to the left. The hook whizzed past the man, and then circled back around, the line wrapping itself around the man ten times. Taramaz then pulled the man over with the force, and pulled him up off the ground, hanging off the pole, forcing his weapon to drop, and clatter to the ground.

The Executor turned to face the others. He ran at one, and launched himself at the trooper, knocking him over, standing atop his chest, as he heard cracking from the armour, as he ground his boot in, cracking ribs. He then jogged back a few steps, and elbowed another trooper, right in the face, knocking him back. He spun around, punching the man once in the gut, and once across the face, knocking his helmet off, and cracking his armour under the Sith Lord's force altered strength. He ducked under a trooper's arm, who had swung his rifle at the Sith. He grabbed the man's arm, locking it in his own, and pulled back, breaking it in several places, making the man scream.

That scream woke him up to the three or so others, screams of pain. Then about four more screams, not of pain, rather, a battle cry. As four soldiers vaulted over a few barricades, firing at the man. All their shots just missed the man, even though the troopers knew they should've hit. As he got closer, he raised his hand, and froze the flying plasma shots, and the troopers in place, the force freezing their motions. He walked closer, moving through the field of plasma mines

He walked around the troopers, inspecting them. Then released their movements, lifting them up with the force, choking them till their vision faded, and they went limp with their loss of consciousness. He heard the sounds of boots hitting the ground, and turned, just as a knife flew upwards at his face, the blade curved. The sith leaned back to the right, dodging the blade, barely, then ducked down to the left as the trooper brought the knife swinging sideways at him. Standing back up to his height, the trooper stumbled back as the sith threw a fist at him. The trooper threw his knife over to his over hand, and slashed to the side at the man, who threw his forearm up, hitting the trooper's forearm, blocking him, then hit him in the gut.

The sith stepped back, dodging a few stabs, then, as the trooper stabbed down at the man, he caught the trooper's wrist with one hand, and squeezed hard, digging his fingers into the gaps in the armour, twisting the arm to the side, making the man scream and fall on his knee in pain. The sith then let go, and the man stood up, rubbing his wrist, and swung a fist at the sith, who promptly kicked the man in the chest, with force enhanced strength, knocking the man flying back into a wall, where he fell forward, unconscious.

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The Sith Lord went around, putting the troopers in cuffs, and dragging the unconscious bodies to the centre of the street, then walked closer to [member=Nixia Amabelia]. He told himself he hadn't forgotten about her, yet he had. The fight seemed to have gone on longer for him than it actually had, taking but a few minutes, compared to the day it felt like it took. He offered her his hand for support. He reached down, grabbing his SV Medkit.

"Taramaz Laurs, veteran Executor of the Confederate Knights Obsidian, brother of the Vicelordship himself. No reason not to trust me, I'm here to help, got a medkit with your name on it. What do you say?"

He extended his hand further, ready to wrap around under her shoulders, and to help ease her down for some medical aid.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Kuat City Space Port, Kuat, Kuat Sector, The Core Worlds​

Allies: The CIS, [member="Srina Talon"], @Sankt Yora, @Voph​

Enemies: None Currently (But technically the NR)​

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When [member="Srina Talon"] had seen fit to slip the lightsaber he had given to her for safe-keeping back onto his belt, his initial reaction was to resist as she, of course, knew he would. He slipped his hand down to his waist, going to remove the weapon as soon as it clipped on before his wrist was caught by his Echani beloved. This was a discussion they had gone through many times before, she was a warrior, an Echani - and a Sith - it was never a surprise to him of her insistence that he carried at least some kind of weapon. Aryn had, of course, always acknowledged that his abilities with the force were a kind of weapon themselves, perhaps even greater than the simple lightsaber she had now slipped onto his belt.

At times, Srina had referred to his abilities as a gift, far more often though, he acknowledged them as a curse.

Silently though, he dipped his head in a nod to acknowledge her request, leaving the weapon where it was. He could feel the concern radiating from her, through their bond. Aryn had always given Srina more than enough cause to worry for him, he had previously held a habit for over-extending, using his abilities beyond his own limits. By now, it was far more common for Aryn to wake up in a medical bay or a bacta tank after a mission than for him to actually make it through such missions with his consciousness intact. If carrying his old weapon would at least give her some degree of comfort, he would allow it - Srina did not need him to be yet another thing weighing on her mind at that moment.

Of course, Aryn did not exactly stop the small rabbit droids [member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"] from removing the weapon from his belt when he felt the weapon slip away. Briefly, he considered that his lightsaber could have been in more danger of causing harm in the hands of the curious and mischevious droids than if it had remained at his side, but he was also fairly confident that the small droids would probably not actually have any remote idea of how to activate it. Hopefully, that was the case.

As the broadcast begin, Aryn's gaze was drawn away from the window he stood by and towards the holo-projector. While he listened to the message, his focus remained far more on the emotions of those around him, particularly upon his wife and by proxy, the other tether that extended from her, to the distant mind of her master. Srina swirled with emotion, but hers was calmed, cooled and controlled like a flowing river. Perhaps it was Aryn's own influence upon Srina that had allowed her to calm her intense emotions more-so than some of her other counterparts. Her master, however, Aryn could feel the rage bursting within him, if Srina was water then he was an inferno. Of course, he did not need to feel the Vicelord's emotion, after he made them clear himself in the broadcast which followed shortly after the Republic's own.

Things -as they are most often wont to do - began to deteriorate rapidly from that point. A sharp rise in tension in the hallway, anger, fear, it all resonated towards Aryn like a kind of sixth sense. The blind guardian who had joined them took to his work in an instant, the thrum of an ignited lightsaber filled the room. Aryn only gave the man a silent acknowledgement of his intentions, he knew that [member="Voph"] would endeavour to protect the others as well as he would himself.

Aryn moved with haste as the senator began to lead them away from the confrontation that had sparked just outside their room, a picture of calm in a sea of roiling emotions. Despite his lack of armour and weapon Aryn remained stoic as footfalls took him after the Falleen towards the lift that would take them down to the bunker, he was not there to fight, and certainly he had some confidence that combat would not be necessary for them, but he was ever-vigilant as he followed the others, remaining close to the Echani Exarch more out of custom than anything as they moved. Only one thing really weighed on his mind at that moment, one regret that would for now go unanswered, but would hopefully not cause greater harm to come to anyone else.

Maybe he shouldn't have let the rabbit-droids take his lightsaber, after all.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Objective: Become One with the Crowd​

Location: Capital Building​

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Sankt Yora"] [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Ephraim"]
+ CIS
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Feanor"]
Post: Three

OOC Note: This is Scherezade, but she appears as Madalena Antares anywhere data-relevant (Pathfinder Madalena Antares).

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Scherezade was bored out of her mind. Other than the grabbed speeches given minutes ago, literally nothing was happening. Sure, three people ([member="Shakti Sweet"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Priesse Brinari"]) had left the room, but still. These were times in which everyone was a bloody individual and orders could be sent out without alerting anyone else. It appeared that she, [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Kaden Farr"], and [member="Ephraim"] were the only ones left. Madalena would have laughed about being left alone with three big burly men. Scherezade… Not so much.

Leaning against the wall, the Sithling folded her arms across the chest. If this was an actual liberation of a planet, she could've gone out with guns blazing and no one would have blinked. But no. This was an investigation. Which meant no violence unless the other side shot first. Would it count if she grabbed a random Republican and used the Force to make them shoot first? She was totally cool with taking a bullet to the thigh or something like that; they were thicc enough to ensure it would likely not be fatal, and she'd fought with worse injuries in the past.

"Does Kuat have any cantinas worth visiting?" she asked the other dudes, "maybe we can go drink until someone gives us orders. If other drunks try to punch us first and we hit them back it's technically not breaking any rules we're under. First round of drinks on me!"

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

Allies: NR, [member="Alexandra Feanor"] , [member="Noah Corek"] , [member="Gregor Yoor"]
Enemies: Disruptors of peace , (CIS)
Post: 3
Objective: Stand and wait


The armoured woman leaned against a wall while looking up at the blockade in the sky. She'd helped the soldiers bring the civilians to safe zones, and now could do nothing else but wait.

Abigail sighed. This entire event was pointless. They had come here to help, and not long later the Confederacy had arrived with their warships to conduct an 'investigation'. You didn't need to be a Jedi to tell that for some it was much more than that. The Republic was outnumbered and outgunned, she was sure of that. Perhaps, perhaps if they'd resisted from the beginning, kept the CIS off planet without allowing them to gain a foothold, the NR could've had an advantage. Instead, the CIS could now freely position their forces and claim this planet under the ruse of investigations, as the NR wasn't allowed to fire first.

Initially Abigail had agreed, if possible combat should almost always be avoided. But in this case the Confederacy had both invaded the planet and put up a blockade, stopping Republic (aid) ships from getting on planet.

The whole 'we won't shoot first' wasn't really going to work when the enemy already had the advantage over you. The CIS didn't need to shoot first, they could do whatever they want by now and Republic wasn't allowed to interfere.

Alas, it wasn't her decision, so Abigail let out another sigh and stood up straight. Perhaps patrolling the nearby area would be useful. It would at least provide some form of distraction.

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Solar Caligati Priesse Brinari
Post 3
Equipment: VSA-01 “Auxilia” - Combat Suit, TTH/TPV-001 “Xiphos” - Pattern Plasmatic Vibrosword, TTH/SIR-001c “Helius” - Pattern Battle Rifle, Dissuader KD-30 Slugthrower Pistol, 2 Class-A Thermal Detonators, Field Medkit, Liquid-Cable Launcher
Location: Capitol Building - Hallway directly outside of Conference Room, Kuat City
Nearby: [member="Shakti Sweet"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Srina Talon"] @BNI-Bellla and BNI-Leo [member="Voph"] [member="Sankt Yora"]
Enemies: [member="Chekīta Awaud"]

The towering Primus took care to wait for the Exarch and the senator to leave the area before continuing on. He was not a reckless man by any means. However, if the Republic bodyguards were prepared to resist arrest, he would have no choice but to meet them head on with lethal force. Even so, he decided to give the bodyguards one more chance to cooperate with his demands. He wanted the Praetorians to understand that they had willfully rejected the option for peace, out of an ingrained sense of honor and integrity. As a pure blooded Thrysian, he held himself to a high standard of conduct and fortitude, especially when it came to matters of war, which were not to be taken lightly in his mind.

Conversely, Priesse was almost quivering with anticipation at the coming fight. The offhand comment made regarding her broadly-shaped figure, although initially humiliating, had only further excited her nerves with a mix of blood lust and rage. The short-statured soldier gripped the frame of her battle rifle tightly, while simultaneously holding her breath as she maintained her aim at the chest of the tall Praetorian ([member="Chekīta Awaud"]) at the center of her squad.

The Primus opened his mouth to speak. “Now-” It was then that the tall Praetorian made a sudden motion towards her sidearm, presumably with the intent to draw and fire it.

Priesse didn’t let that happen.

As soon as she saw the beginnings of the abrupt movement, the short-statured mercenary immediately squeezed the trigger of her battle rifle, which instantly discharged a rapid succession of three lethal beams aimed directly for the chest of the leading Praetorian ([member="Chekīta Awaud"]). With only twenty meters of distance separating the barrel of Priesse’s weapon from the Praetorian squad, the three beams would fly through the air at what seemed to be a nigh-instantaneous speed. Priesse fired another three beam burst from her battle rifle which were aimed for the chest of one of the Praetorians adjacent to the squad leader as she pushed her armored form against the wall in order to make herself a marginally more difficult target to hit.

 

[Gregor Yoor]

Location: Capitol Building, Kuat City - Kuat
Objective: End the Blockade and protect Civilians
Enemies: None, at the moment
Allies: Republic, [member="Abigail Meredydd"], [member="Alexandra Feanor"] , [member="Noah Corek"]
Tags: [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Alden Akaran"], [member="Shakti Sweet"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Xobos Yakieer"], [member="Sankt Yora"], [member="Kaden Farr"], [member="Ephraim"] (May have missed people at the Kuat Capital Building)

-- From the shadows of an alleyway blackened by the oversized structure that stood on either side emerged the three knights in black armor. The middle figure was Gregor, his helmet still off and looking around and seeing the Capital Building before him. The large structure gave off a feeling of power and respect. Though in Gregors mind he knew that this was little more then a palace for the ruling families to look down at the civilians from their high tower. He would see those who invite such chaos into the realm of civilian life toppled and shown how it was to live without greed to cloud their judgment. By the power of the Light he would see this building crumble under the weight of their combined sins.

-- His eye was caught by an elderly man in a workers uniform who was waving them over. This must have been one of Brother Cruxis informants that had told them of the suspicious people that had entered the building. With the large armada of ships overhead, he could only assume this was the invited guest of House Kuat. The ones that were handing out their propaganda like candy.

-- The three rested their hands on their weapons and jogged over to the older man. He must have only been a little over the fourty years of age, but the man had signs of stress that ages him faster. Wearing a jumpsuit of red and metalic grey he seemed to be a factory worker for Kuat Drive Yards. Gregor had only known Kuat since his awakening, but he was quickly learning. "Hello sir, we are with the Templar Order, you had sent us a call for assistance, how many we be of assistance." Gregor bowed his head a little then looked the man in the eyes.

-- Elderly man who lived a life of servitude as he did, attempted to break the gaze. However, he kept it locked after a second though of his better judgment. "Yes, I am Telme, I had seen one of those Separatist ships land on the Capital Palace, I have no love for the Corperations and having them here only means our lives may become harder." He finally broke the look of pleading with Gregor and looked to the building, "At least under Troste we were treated right, but now that the Kuat Family have taken back the factories, they seems to want to consolidate that power, will you help us."

-- Gregor could only assume the troubles of resurrecting a world that was nearly destroyed by an enemy of dark intent. However, turning its back on their allies, stringing lies to their citizens and workers to make them more compliant, and allow those that would make a show of strength over open talks. This was the sight of those that were glued to fear, corruption, and seeking the easier path. He had no loyalty to the Republic, but from what he heard, they were better then the fear-mongering of the Confederate Separatist. The Grandmaster did not have to look to his knights, he nodded at the man and offered his hand.

-- "The Pilgrimage to the Light is clouded in darkness, yet you still carry the flame of hope in your soul, as Templar's we are to protect that light and execute the will of the faithful."

-- The old man stood their for a second, wondering if he could trust the strangers. It may have been that he had listened to one of sermans, or was just looking for a hand out. Either way he took the armored Jedi's hand and nodded, "Light be with you, Sir."

-- Gregor turned to the capital building and strapped on his helmet. These heathens would not cast dark shadows of doubt on the Republic or the Light of the Daughter.

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

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Spoiler

Location: The Wastes​

Allies: CIS, [member="Aya Clarke"], [member="Carbon"], [member="Brea Hersy"]​

Enemies: [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Jade Solus Skirae"]​

Post: 2​

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Lace turned her head when she felt Aya touch her, and visibly relaxed a small amount. A quiet hum came from behind her helmet as she nodded. Calm. Calm.Blood will come later, but for now Lace needed to be. Calm. She turned as another woman spoke, and got on an orange speeder. If the woman was here for stealth, she was doing a bad job at hiding with the speeder alone. Lace shook her head as the woman sped off, before walking off the ship.

Cracking her neck, Lace looked in the opposite direction the woman on the speeder went, before turning her whole body that way. Best to cover the most ground by heading opposite directions. She turned her head to Aya, and tilted it inquisitively, before gesturing with her lightsaber which direction she believed the group should go.

 

[Aya Clarke]

OOC:​

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Spoiler

Location: The Wastes​

Allies: CIS, [member="Lace Vi'dreya"], [member="Carbon"], [member="Brea Hersy"], 6 BX-Commando Droids​

Enemies: [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Jade Solus Skirae"]​

Post: 2​

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Aya followed Brea with her gaze, only turning coms on for a moment to issue her a single order. "Coms clear, update us if you find the objective." She had faith that Brea would regardless, but an unspoken order is meaningless if it wasn't clear. Better to stay safe, not to mention doing so over an encrypted comlink meant Carbon's team would hear the order, and understand that it was just as important that Brea be kept safe, scout or not. Not that she knew Carbon was there, she was more focused on her companion, Lace.

Aya watched Lace glance around as she, too, exited the ship itself alongside her. Two warriors, six commando droids. A small force for a quiet mission. The wastes were quiet once she stopped, watching Lace determine where she felt they ought to head. Nothing really, the sounds of the Wastes alone filling her head, until Lace made her gestures. Aya walked up beside her, and glanced the way the inactive saber pointed. Her contacts gave the world a strange, strange look to it, but she could see clearly, every imperfection, for quite a ways around them. Not perfectly into the far, far distance but, she could see quite a lot better than normal.

Gingerly, Aya touched Lace's arm, and slowly moved it to the right, so it pointed in a similar direction, though noticably to the right. Still the opposite Brea went, however. Then with a small nod, Aya began to walk in the new direction, unfurling her Confederate flag on Yei Karkan, taking the lead. There was much devastation to the cityscape they were in, and the purple banner while not great for stealth, made following her lead significantly easier. There would be buildings collapsed, corpses, fused segments of infrastructure, it broke her heart even as she marched onwards, trusting Lace to follow, and keep an eye for any clues alongside her for this strange transmission they were hunting.

And behind both, the six droids would silently march along.

 

[Anton Delane]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZVz7cUDZtk​

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Location: Blockade Around Kuat
Objective: Smash Republic Fleet, attack rings
Enemies: [member="Dracken Pryce"] and NR
Allies: @Genesis Rostu

Ships:
Eternal Glory
Vitis
Valis
Veloris
Felrig
Fandal
Dalian
Guardian 1-4
Swarm 1-3

Fighters: 46 Squadrons

Bombers: 12 Squadrons
Fighters: 17 Squadrons
Interceptors: 17 Squadrons

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Anton's boot tapped on the ground as ten minutes came and went. He was bored, and tired of this. He tried to play nice, and give these idiots a chance to flee. He was glad they didn't. His support ships came into place behind the larger ship, and he shook his head, with a sigh. “Ah well. This will be fun! Launch all fighters, bombers and transports. All ships, red alert, shields and weapons to maximum. Interdictor, warm up the gravity well. Computers, track onto the frigate, move us into position. I want all available data, I want every targeting computer working on this one. I do not want this shot to miss.” As all forty-six squadrons of fighters and bombers launch, he smirked. The Gravity well on the Interdictor began to warm up. However, it wasn't in effect yet, it would take some time. If the ships wanted to flee now, they still had time.

“Main Cannon charged to maximum, Fleet Marshal. All fighters launched, transports are launched. Most are heading towards the rings. We are yours to command.”

He raised his hand and signaled the comm office. “Grand Marshal, the Republic Fleet is advancing slowly, they have refused to back down. A reasonable time frame was given, have received no contact. I'm considering this to be a stalling tactic. Launching assault to push them back, as per our Vicelords orders.” He cut the transmission. “Bombers, begin runs on Bothan Assault Cruiser 1, fighters and interceptors, defend, keep fighters off their backs. Fighters, take shots at the cruiser as well, as you can. All Capital Ships, open fire on the nearest CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier.” Anton moved towards his command seat, and leaned back, a grin on his face. Eyes shown with madness.

“Eternal Glory, launch all fire power at the Starchild's bridge. Main gun.” The sound of booming cannons began to be heard, as every ship began to unleash all it at their targets, the fighters swooping down at theirs. “You may fire when ready.”

With that, the massive composite laser attached to the ship lit up. Two beams connected near the front of the ship, and struck out in an instant at the chosen frigate target. He had given the man a chance. No more. He opened a command channel. “I gave you a chance. I told you what would happen. All their blood is on your hands now. See the inferno rise.”

The guns did not stop, lasers, mass drivers, torpedoes, everything that the ships had began to fly into the New Republic fleet, with full intent to obliterate them completely. All the while, the transports from the fleet moved towards the rings behind them, Anton's plans being pushed into action.

Missiles and bombs flew at the Bothan ship from the swarm of close to 500 fighters. The heavy cruisers, and destroyers opened up with their main guns at the pocket carrier, attempting to rend it into pieces. The man had his chance to have his ships flee. The fact he hadn't, simply meant they were combatants now. However, if any of the ships appeared to be fleeing into hyperspace while the attacks would be staggering, they would stop, allowing them out of the combat zone. While the attack was harsh, and down right evil, it was for a purpose.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Objectives: Establish Confederate Supremacy
Tags: [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Shakti Sweet"] [member="Darth Metus"]
Targets: [member="Alexandra Feanor"]
Location: Kuat City
Post: II
Equipment:
Crimson Dread
Winter
CIS Holocomm

A number of Confederate ships breached Kuat's atmosphere. These pristine vessels slid through the clouds with no recourse or falter. Mere transport shuttles, however surrounding them were a number of The Confederacy's renowned vulture droids. They descended with deadly intent towards the Kuati capitol, however none ever offered any form of aggression. The apprentices to Darth Malphas had cleared a platform for the Exarch and he was intent on using it. Six of the Vulture droids darted forward, peeling off back into the skies above. They would maintain a holding pattern in the skies, ensuring the mans safety. The four Vulture droids which had been bringing up the rear also rocketed past the Confederate shuttles. These droids did not merely depart to the skies, no their arachnid like bodies unfolded, metal legs slamming into the concrete as they scanned the platform closely.

The buzz droids let out a number of unintelligible buzzes and beeps, signaling that the platform was clear of any hostiles. The shuttle lowered down to the platform, turning it's rear ramp to the platform and extending it down to the surface. When the rear door came open, an honorguard breached the shadows of the shuttle. Their metallic feet slamming into the metal ramp, letting a loud clamor echo out as they led the way. Their purple optics scanned over the forms of [member="Shakti Sweet"] and Xobos Yakieer as they approached them. Two lines of the droid, numbering eight in all, yet their advancement fell short and each row turned inwards to receive the Exarch.

Malphas' amethyst eyes pierced the shadows of his craft. He stepped out with his eyes already raised to the skies above. He watched them carefully, as if searching for a question he expected to remain unanswered. The Dark Side fell over him and brought with it little in the ways of foresight. Perhaps he was hoping for more of his questions to go answered, however it did not seem likely. No matter. A bored expression crossed his face as he turned back to his apprentices. Eyes rose to meet the mute and the schizophrenic with an amused glint about them. These two. They were most certainly a deadly couple. Sister apprentices under his service, sisters of death. Perhaps today he would put this little moniker to it's test.

"The planet is under our jurisdiction. Our military all but has control and the Vicelord has made his orders clear. The New Republic are enemies to our state's security and they will be dealt with as such. Every member of the New Republic, soldier and civilian will be taken for questioning. Anyone who resists is marked as a military combatant and will be killed." Adron held a hand out to his apprentices, before gesturing back to his shuttle. "Get in. Not long ago the New Republic sent out a transmission with the Kuati. Whoever sent that transmission is our first target."

Above the Exarch's raven black hair the clouds seemed to shift and bend. They parted and revealed a massive Lucrehulk battleship, making it's way into the planet's atmosphere. The warship cast itself over the sun, sending a shadow over Kuat and causing Adron to glance back up at it.

Finally.

It would not be long until the armies of the Confederacy were filling this planet with justice.

"Now, let's see if we can't find some rats." The Sith Lord turned back to his shuttle, the magnaguard following closely behind him as he made his way up the ramp. Once Shakti and Xobos were loaded onto the shuttle, the Vulture droids would take back to the air, however this time they remained in the skies close to the planet. The Exarch was silent during the movement through the city, however it was not his words that were of importance. As the Lucrehulk battleship released a number of ships, they rushed to the side of the Exarch's shuttle. It would take some time for the full force to be deployed into the city, but for now a number of infantry units would do.

Not far from Kuat city's center, the shuttles began to land wherever they could find purchase. They landed in crude formations, to maximize the number of ships in a single area. The Exarch's shuttle door opened and once again he stepped out, led by his guard. This time he was flanked by both of his apprentices, [member="Shakti Sweet"] and [member="Xobos Yakieer"]. The Exarch wrapped his hands around the sword clasped at his waist before looking to each of them in turn.

"Xobos. You will take command of the droids. Begin shutting down all roads and flight paths. Keep the citizens inside. We'll need to request the Kuati authorities help so we can start verifying citizenship. For now, no one leaves this area. Every building will be secured and anyone caught outside will be questioned. It's that simple."

Adron turned his eyes to his other apprentice, gesturing to his own Magnaguard. "Take two of my guard. Start searching the area for anyone or anything suspicious. If anyone resists, kill them. You will be my eyes Shakti." The Exarch glanced around, his eyes taking in the cities center. It was large but not a bad place to begin the search. With the help of a few thousand droids it should only take a few weeks at this rate. The man exhaled before looking to each of his apprentices. "Go, now. See it done." Adron watched as numerous droids began to spill out from their transport units. Once a full platoon was outfitted and deployed, the transport would rise and make way for another. It was not long before hundreds of droids were flooding the city center, preparing to march at Xobos' command.

Summary:

After collecting his apprentices, Shakti and Xobos. Adron orders one of the Lucrehulk Battleships he arrived on the planet with to come into the planet's atmosphere. It then begins to deploy a number of Droid transport shuttles to Kuat City's center to begin a mass search. In the first few minutes hundreds of standard B-1 battledroids are offloaded into the streets. They are tasked with sallying all the citizens inside their homes and buildings to clear the streets to better help The Confederacy gain a foothold for their investigation. Adron and his group are searching for [member="Alexandra Feanor"] who is nearby in a nearby medical hub. The b1 units are extremely aggressive, however they will only kill New Republic members who resist or those who identify themselves as enemy combatants.

Droid Units:

300 B1 Battle Droid Units Deployed {Commanded by Xobos}
8 Magnaguard Soldiers {2 Commanded by Shakti, 6 defending Adron Malvern}
20 Vulture Droids {Maintianing holding patterns over the city center}

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Location: Kuat Orbit - NRV Starchild
Enemies: [member="Anton Delane"]
Allies: New Republic [Currently - None]
https://soundcloud.com/dukeandhisbadda/all-out?in=justin-jeffries-1/sets/muse

Spoiler

• NRV Starchild
  Sword 1-4

[*]Lightbringer-class Star Defender [2]

• NRV Arkanian Whisper
• NRV Starchaser

[*]Bothan Assault Cruiser [6]

• Escort 1-6

[*]"New Republic Relief Group"

• CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier [2] [1]
• Ire-Class Patrol Corvette [3]

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He'd recieved ultimatums from two members of the enemy, and the whole bridge crew heard them. Pryce's face contorted in frustration. Why was the CIS doing this? What stealth ships were they talking about? It must have had something to do with Faenor's message. And then it started to all make sense. Unfortunately he didn't have the time to think nor the luxury to think about what to do about it. Despite their threats the CIS vessels were staying stationary. A defensive stance which was ironic given the circumstances. Pryce stepped back from the command console and crossed his arms, looking at the expectant faces around him.

"Sir, you can't be seriously thinking-"

"Of course not," Pryce said sternly before bringing his hand to cover his mouth in thought. He stood for a moment and nodded, making up his mind. Men would die today, but that was unavoidable. Anyone who thought otherwise was a fool, but the ones that held that weight on their shoulders would be people like him.

"Tell the squadron that we launched to start flying interception. Keep course and activate shields. We're still out of their turbolaser range but if they have projectile weapons we won't stand a chance without those up. Swords 1-4 make any last minute preparations. The minute they open fire they launch." They moved like that for what felt like ages and then the unthinkable happened. A proximity alarm rang out in the bridge as one of the FarStars cracked in the distance under the bombardment from several ships.

"Sir! Their flagship! Its charging some kind of weapon! Energy readouts or crazy!" Pryce's eyes widened and he snapped into action.

"Hard port! Now!" The order came too late. By the time the Starchild's hulking mass began to move the blast was already upon them. He felt the ship lurch at the last moment though and the blast rocked the bridge and caused the entire room to light up red. Shouts and cries filled the bridge and hanging panels shook lose, crashing to the ground.

"It wasn't a direct hit, but we took serious damage to our shields. Primary shields are down, it'll take time for the main shield generator to recharge. Secondary shields at 90%." If this had been any other ship in the fleet, he had no doubt they'd be in a world of hurt right then.

"Close the bridge blast seal. We don't want trouble." For a moment the room went dark as heavy armored blast doors slid around the viewports. Lights flickered to life and what was now a bank of armor plating lit up as cameras across the vessel activated, creating a live video feed of the outside. It was as if none of their visibility had been lost. He doubted these blast shileds would save them from a direct hit if their shields went down but anything to keep moral up. "Has the Republic responded to our calls?"

"No one yet, but Corellia has pinged us." Corellia? It would take hours to get here from there, but they were already on their way? He shook the surprise from him and readied himself for the onslaught.

"They've launched fighters. Swords 1-4 are away. Three of the cruisers have launched their fighters as well," another tech shouted. Good, at least they didn't freeze up. Pryce's finger pressed against a button on the command console, activating ship-wide comms.

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"If you weren't already aware, consider this your formal warning, we are in red alert. If you aren't already there get to your battle stations! Gunners, targeting solutions are being sent to you now! X-Wings, the dance floor is yours! A-Wings, keep those bombers off of us, and bombers no heroics! Every torpedo counts. The X-wings will be loaded with Ion and proton torpedoes so follow their lead. Get a tight beam out to the rest of the fleet, looks like we've got a fight on our hands." With orders to his ship complete he delegated out brief orders and words of encouragement to his other ships. By now they were in range of the opposing fleet's turbolasers and other weapons and the real fight could begin. Unfortunately the Republic ships that were there already took the brunt of the first assault, but now back up was here. They might have taken the first shot, and maybe it was suicide going up against this many ships, he had to fight long enough to come up with a plan on how to end this conflict. The boy seemed to like to talk so maybe that was his best option.

OOC TL;DR

Spoiler

• Pryce received Anton's message and has gained some clarity on the situation between the New Republic and the CIS.
• 1 CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier was destroyed after assault from Anton's ships.
• Starchild took an almost direct blow, lowering them down to back-up shields. Main shields recharging.
• 3 Bothan Assault Cruiser launched their fighters [12 squadrons]
• Sword 1-4 Launched
• Half of the NRV Starchild's remain squadrons were launced. [9 Squadrons total]
  5 Squadrons
• 2 Squadrons
• 2 Squadrons

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Kuati System​

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7th Fleet - HIMS Elidibus​

Engaging [member="Dracken Pryce"]​

Aiding [member="Anton Delane"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] + CIS Fleeters​

Objective: Invictus​

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The hue of hyperspace faded as the Sith-Imperial 7th Fleet entered the Kuati system where they were greeted by the start of a battle. Confederacy forces had begun an assault on the New Republic, in return, the New Republic moved to counter. "The game is afoot," Fiolette commented as she stood overlooking a holographic projection of the forces in play here. The Elidibus led the group of wedged shaped vessels that dropped from hyperspace each one with shields and weapons at the ready. "Ready the long-range turbolasers," she ordered Lord Captain Galeway, a petite woman - blonde hair and blue eyes who had served in the First Order and had been something of a protege to the Admiral. Galeway's black and red Imperial uniform faded into the pit.

Gunners and their crews rushed along the Elidibus's massive form, trams worked to ensure they arrived at their stations without delay. Klaxons continued to blare throughout the ship, as the dull amber-hued lights added to the dimmed lights. The dreadnought's sleek form cut through the stars having arrived below the battle proper, the Lord Admiral walked the command center casually, arms behind her back. White and gold uniform beneath the heavy pauldron that sat along with her shoulders, golded cord braided and hung along the uniform with care. Black boots along the durasteel floor as she paced around the holotable, a hand to the communications switch. "Marshal Pavanos, ready your group prepare for deployment," she ordered her voice low, firm in her authority.

Forty-one squadrons were now in the process of launching from the Elidibus's hangar, and joining them would be the fast attack vessels that made up the assault group. "Hold here, Lord Captain Galeway." Her voice boomed across the command center projecting over the chorus of crews working at their stations. "Maneuver star destroyers, and here hold position here." Fiolette's tactical solutions would be sent down to the pit where the Lord Captain looked up toward the Admiral giving her a nod of acknowledgment. "Shift our fighters here, let's get a screen there."

If the New Republic and the Confederacy had been facing each other on opposite sides of a field, then the Sith Empire emerged on the side of the Confederacy with quite a number of ships. Still, the only ships that moved now were the assault and special task forces, with the command group staying firm near the Elidibus. Looking at the numbers again, Fiolette made a decision, "hold forces, pull the fleet back - keep us at long range."

In an almost sudden move, the ships that looked to surge toward the New Republic stopped. They steadily began their move back returning to long-range positions, "stagger out the Starfighters, defensive screen between ourselves and the Confederacy." There was no way the New Republic would simply leave Kuat alone in such a manner, would they? But then, as the Lord Admiral went over all the information that had been declassified. Perhaps so, once more reports were forwarded to Dromund Kalakar the Armada's HQ and again sent to Bastion to be seen by [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Each report sent, and each news article analyzed from the aforementioned downing of the Confederacy ship. Something felt off, wrong about the whole situation. Thus, she wanted to ease on with caution, this seemed all too easy to the naval commander.

"Lord Admiral, long-range turbolasers ready."

"Take aim on the lead New Republic vessel."

Taking her attention away from the table, the Lord Admiral turned and faced the viewport so that she might see the results for herself.

"Target locked."

"Fire."

Action Report
7th Fleet showed up (Fleet Numbers 3/30/19), Elidibus fired long-range turbolasers on the Starchild. Starfighters are preparing to deploy.

Spoiler

Task Force 70
2x Praetorian-class, Star Destroyers
4x Hama-type, Heavy Cruisers
8x Lumiya-class, Blockade Runners

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