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Equipment: Gaffi Stick, Cycler Rifle, Red Curved Hilt Lightsaber
Location: Orbital Shipyards
Tags: [member="Darth Orthus"]
Post: 3
It felt as though ti hadn't even been a minute before alarms around the docks began going off out the wazoo! Summoning his crimson lightsaber back to his hand after it was projected into the chest of a Jen'ari soldier the Tusken started to get the feeling something bad was happening. Red lights began to flash all over and an automated female voice began to speak. "Critical Fission Reactor Failure, please evacuate to a nearby escape pod or boarding ship to a outside vessel. Looking around frantically he had no idea what most of that meant.
What was a Fission Reactor? He thought to himself, thinking it must be something dealing with power to the station. From the window he was nearby there seemed to be a great shine coming from a separate but still very close part of the orbital docks. However, when he finally looked directly at it he instinctively pulled himself away from the window and covered his eyes. "Bahhhh!" He shouted as the light of a small star nearly blinded him. Perhaps if it wasn't for his tinted lenses covering his eyes he could've gotten permanent eye damage or worse, even blinded. The heat however, was another thing. Everything around him to the floor, and even the air was beginning to get hot, and fast.
Although, there was an unseen threat that punched through A'Runda the mere moment he saw the blinding light... Radiation. However, he wouldn't be feeling the effects until about two hours later. For now he needed to deal with not being cooked alive. With such energy and bright light everything it didn't shine upon seemed almost dark in comparison as beams of its blinding light came through the windows. Eventually A'Runda found what he was looking for. A sign that he managed to read as "Emergency Escape Pod". Although, nearby were some Jen'ari soldiers who where across from him, two of them. Not recongizing him as one of there own one of them took out a blaster and fired at A'Runda. Simply side stepping the dodge it he took out his lightaber. Seeing the other one begin to draw there own A'Runda took a stance and blocked the next incoming shot. Using the Force he pushed them both back and made his way to the pod. Shutting the door behind him he seemingly left the two for dead to be turned into irradiated husks. Before he could set the pod to launch there was banging on the door. The two soldiers had gotten up and were now yelling for him to let them in.
Now stuck with a decision, A'Runda needed to make one, and fast. Letting out a groan he decided to be a hero and opened the door to let the two in with him. Quickly shutting it he saw they still had their weapons on them. Pulling the two blasters with The Force he crushed them with the unseen power. Making sure the two of them wouldn't try any funny business. Now he had the pod launched, and kept and eye on two of them before letting out one heck of a cough behind his mask...he tasted blood... that wasn't good.
The answer to the tummy poking appeared to be a hard no. Mr. Adorable was struggling in Madalena's hands, trying to get her to set him lose. What a silly notion! Why would she let him go! She wanted to lick the top of his bald head and see what that shiny skin tasted like. She wanted to prick him with a needle and then collect a single drop… Okay no, he was small, it would take several single drops of blood. Or maybe not?
Anyway, Mr. Adorable seemed to be entirely oblivious to the fact that she'd just currently totally saved his life from the peww-peww's of the Jen'ari. It was sort of disappointing. Couldn't he at least give her a quick thank you?
"Dude, you're kinda small," she pointed out as he said something about her standing in the way, "anything bigger than an ant is technically in your way. Are your species always so tiny or are you special?"
And then [member="Cay-Yo"] pulled his lightsaber out, and it was red and tiny. "You are as cute as a button!" she squealed as she folded her knees. Even crouched like that though, she was still several times his height.
"Are you sure you wanna do this though?" Madalena asked as her knives began to slide out of her armor and pants. Twelve blades in total, spreading out and fanning in a near complete circle above and around her, all pointy ends aimed at the Patitite. Poor guy. He looked like he didn't even have enough skin surface to have twelve blades stab at him at the same time.
And now he was catapulting towards her? Madalena laughed as she side stepped. She was 6 feet tall and had legs for days, so stepping aside to not get landed on by someone the height of a Barbie doll with a lightsaber the size of a toothpick wasn't really out of the question.
"Yiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi!"she screamed right back at him, mimicking his scream of war in a higher pitch, "Are you like, totally sure you wanna do this? This planet's overrun, the Jen'ari are shooting at their own people, and this is as good as over anyway."
Raising a single hand into the air, the purple orb of a Kinetite began to form right above it. She wasn't shooting it at [member="Cay-Yo"]… Not yet. "Or we can not waste your time, and you can come and be part of the Confederacy."
With a calm silence Cardinal looked down to the city that laid before him. This destruction that the Jen'ari Empire had brought on themselves was only the beginning. Only a single tactical strike laid out as a warning and example of what hellish nightmare was to follow. As [member="Darth Metus"] extended himself through the Force, making his very will a reality Cardinal could feel the power that came from his brother. It was alive. Threatening to seize every essence of the Dominus Prime and drag him into a pit, a sunken place where he could only watch from with a silent regret. The Dominus was able to resist this pull and focus on what laid before him. This particular street that the Dominus had found himself on was mostly emptied. Whether it had been cleared to make way for a defensive maneuver of the madness had come and gone did not matter. All that mattered were the footsteps.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The Knight left loud, bold footsteps every moment while he moved down the street from building to building. He had long since deactivated his stealth field generator and his crimson armor gave off a faint shimmer in the night. The red hue that fell from the hexagonal pattern that covered his uniform was like a beacon in the night, sure to attract something. Cardinal had been watching these Sith, the Jen'ari. They were a poor excuse for an Empire and a sorry gathering of Sith. They were disorganized and ineffective, even in their wanton path of destruction that they carved through their own city. The Vicelord had commanded he bring justice to this planet, commanded that the Sith be swept away in a storm of blood. It was sad, really. Most of them were likely powerful warriors who were capable of so much more, yet they decided to follow an Emperor directly into the jaws of The Confederacy.
Cardinal's boots let off a few more taps before finally the Dominus paused in the middle of the street. His mind was flooded with thoughts that were brought on by his brother's abilities, yet they were not so bold that he could not feel the faintest presence moving around him. Cardinal looked back over his shoulder, his sunburnt eyes taking in the report that his HUD gave him. The sensors scanned one building after another as his gaze passed over them. Nothing. No, he would not suppose there would be. Whatever was hunting him was at least smart enough to use some form of cloaking or sensor jammer. Yet it was ignorant enough to believe it could sneak up on the Dominus. He reached out, this time searching for the source of this disturbance. The Force rushed through him, lashing out in an attempt to find his hunter. Hunters. He could feel them, one...two...three....four....there were quite a few of them. "A Commando team." He muttered, turning his gaze to a single building.
"Efficient. They're probably tasked with guarding this pathway." In the next moment Cardinal raised a hand out to the building, exhaling briefly as he reached out into the endless nether. He could feel them so effortlessly now. He could sense their hurried movements, responding to Cardinal's realization. If they had caught him unaware they may even have survived. They seemed somewhat competent. His fingers slowly closed towards his palm and the building before him let out an unsettling groan. A deep whine that quickly melded into a frantic shriek as glassteel windows exploded all over the building. From afar the building would seem to quake, but Cardinal could feel the soft shake it gave off as he took hold of it. He paused, before his hands relaxed, forming a softly balled fist. "Let the Vicelord's Justice be done." He muttered, before his fist would suddenly tighten.
On his command the building would let out a devastating cry as vein like cracks traveled up key points of the building. Rushing from one side to another, they would spread and widen until a web-like pattern covered the building. Cardinal waved his hand towards the ground and watched as the building would fall beneath an unseen pressure. Blocks would explode out as the supports that once held the build strong struggled to maintain the weight of the large structure. It caused such a racket, yet as a cloud of dust and earth exploded out Cardinal only heard voices crying out into the Force and in the next moment, silence.
Turning as the building continued to break itself down, Cardinal's stealth systems began to reactivate, covering him in a cloak of invisibility.
Location: Copero, Copero City, Parliament Building, Communications Room Objectives: Confront the abductor [member='Scherezade deWinter'] Allies: Jen'ari Empire Enemies: CIS (Nearby: [member='Scherezade deWinter'] , [member='Srina Talon']) Equipment: Hooded Robe, Miniaturized Lightsaber (red) Unit Strength: 50 Imperial Sith Troopers + Cay-Yo
Having missed his mark the Patitite lowered his shoulder and rolled across the pavement to break is fall, and quickly rebounded to his feet with the lightsaber still tightly gripped in his right hand "You dare mock me?!" he shouted with indignation as the woman attempted to mimic his people's war cry "The Jen'ari may be weak but I am strong!" he pounded his empty left fist against his chest "I am the most powerful of my people! I, who stood against all challengers! None shall defeat the Big Cay-Yo!" Cay-Yo resumed his efforts to defeat the strange Confederate woman, Force Dashing towards her with his lightsaber high above his head "Yi yi yi yi yi!" His plan was to dash well within her reach, using his size to his advantage, to get within her guard and strike at her legs. Clearly the aerial attack was far too easy to predict.
The troopers within the parliament building continued to shoot at those who were clearly not Jen'ari. The sergeant had conveyed his message but no response had come to him at this time "Who are you shooting at?" he asked through his platoon's communications channel "Confederates at the steps, Sergeant!" was the reply "How many?" the sergeant inquired "At least three!" responded the troopers. The sergeant paced up and down the empty hall in thought. Perhaps the Imperial forces had been already defeated? It had seemed the fleet was destroyed or scattered as no response had come from Governor Diarmid for quite some time. Cay-Yo had walked away from their post and left him in charge, perhaps the Jen'ari Empire had abandoned them? It was not unlike the Sith to care little for their underlings so this was perfectly possible. Sergeant Dial was ready to call for a retreat but paused before he spoke... this would be considered desertion. Should the Jen'ari prevail or come to rescue them they would be treated as traitors if they were not at their post. Could he risk that for himself and for his men? No, not at the present. He did not have full confidence that they had been left behind "Keep up the fight men, reinforcements will arrive soon." he lied.
Blood fell like rain and the bodies of the slain surrounded Shia like fallen wheat before the thresher.
What others would see as soliders and guards, hewn apart with quite astonishing brutality, she saw only as demons from a dark, dark nightmare.
Except of course, it was no nightmare - it had been very, very real. Seven long years in the Nether had left their mark on the Mandalorian, dispelled her preconceptions of the supernatural and of the Force. Oh, she still fundamentally viewed both the Force and the Supernatural as something that could be taken down with enough bullets or brains. Her own Force use was... a product of her time there, not one of the more conventional outlooks.
The drumming in her head was loud, clear, firm enough to move to - firm enough to kill to - almost a ritualised dance, more than it was actual combat. But she held nothing back, tearing limbs from bodies with augmented strength, driving the Darksaber into armoured flesh and firing her heavy blaster into demons.
But then she heard a voice sounding loud and clear over the carnage and the drums of her ancestors.
"Ashira l'Adonai ki gaoh gaah"
"Ashira l'Adonai ki gaoh gaah"
She did not recognise the words, but the tune... the tune was... familiar, discordant with the drumbeats, slower and more gentle. Who had sung that song? She'd just asked the singer to follow her, had she not? Didn't she see who was at fault here?
[member="Mishel Noren"]. Mish. Ner kar'taylir darasuum. That crazy, wild, enigmatic and beautiful woman she'd first met on the field of battle. That battle... that battle had been after this.
A flicker of motion, a demon slumps as her blade pierces its heart, then falls, becoming the body of a dead enemy solider, a look of startled horror on his face.
This... this... where was Yasha? Kaden? Kaden was dead, long dead. The ghost of their mother still lingered in the Nether, foul-languaged and admant her daughter was no Mandalorian. Yasha... Yasha was Manda'lor. Shia had walked away from that life, not prepared to give up her nomadic existence, or her... her love.
Ner kar'taylir darasuum.
The beat in her head changed, becoming slow and sonorous as reality flickered back into existence around her, and Shia found herself surrounded by fear and dead men. A sob ripped from her throat, this... this was not right... and she could not set it right, could not turn back the clock of time, undo death. She couldn't match Mishel's words, she didn't know the language or remember much of the song, but she... could raise her own voice, ripping her buy'ce from her head and singing in a clear, mezzo-soprano that seemed entirely out of place coming from her here and now. Tears streamed down her face and without even thinking, she drew the blue-white length of her new lightsaber and plunged it into the ground.
"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum."
Neither the words, nor the act seemed hollow - these had been her enemies, after all, even if she had been driven insensate.
A flickering shimmer of silver light washed out from the point where the blade touched the ground, sweeping out to briefly encompass each of the dead bodies, wrapping their departing souls with power and commending them to their final rest in their afterlife, rather than to any time spent in the Underworld for any sins they had committed.
The blade - and the light - flickered off and she turned back towards Mishel, almost stumbling in her hurry to reach her.
"Vor entye, ner kar'taylir darasuum. Ni ru hbaih meg Ni jimeh narir ures gar, malyasa'yr gar hanvioa ni?" The words seemed to pour from her lips before she noticed what she had said, then her face flushed grey with a blush and she stared unblinkingly at Mishel, before suddenly remembering the woman did not speak Mando'a fluently.
"Uh." Shia's characteristic awkwardness when actual romance was involved came back full force - even at the tail end of a battle. For all that she knew exactly what to do with women, she never had any idea what to say to them. "I mean... thank you, I would... thank you, my love. I. Uh." Oh damn. "Will you marry me?"
There can be miracles when you believe Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill Who knows what miracles, you can achieve When you believe, somehow you will Now you will, you will when you believe
You will when you believe
Ashira, Ashira, Ashira
Ashira l'Adonai ki gaoh gaah
Ashira l'Adonai ki gaoh gaah
Mi khamokha ba'elim Adonai
Mi khamokha ne'dar baqodesh
Nah'ita veh'asdekha 'am-zu ga-alta
Nah'ita veh'asdekha 'am-zu ga-alta
Ashira, Ashira, Ashira
There can be miracles when you believe Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill Who knows what miracles, you can achieve When you believe, somehow you will Now you will, you will when you believe
You will when you believe
Ashira, Ashira, Ashira
Mara walked with Mishel in her arms for a few more moments before setting the Tygaran down on the ground. They were now several meters away from the shield generator complex and still meters away from the other generator, and if they looked toward the distance from where they had come. The trio would be able to just see some of the fighting taking place, and as it stood now Mishel went to her knees once more. She still whispered the prayer and slowly she rose to her feet with Mara holding out her arms just in case. Mishel walked forward with no issue and then turned around upon hearing the Mando'a that Shia spoke.
Whether or not Mishel heard or understood remained to be seen. Instead, the Jedi cupped her hands along Shia's cheeks and for a moment their foreheads touched. It lasted only a moment or two, and then Mishel walked away as she sang her prayers louder. Hands together near her torso as she looked to be forming energy between her fingertips. Against the darkness, and against fear there was always a will to fight against it. There is no place where the darkness can hide that the light has not seen. Where the light cannot shine, for if there was a will, there was a way and so long as there was hope there would always be a will. Her thoughts began to form as the words on her lips continued to pour.
The energy in her hands began to take a more cohesive shape and as she moved her hands out pulling the energy. It grew, brighter and lighter with soft blue hue surrounding it and Mishel drew from her prayer's energy. Soon she turned the energy upward, her hands motioned up toward the sky and it slowly began to rise. When asked later, she'd simply say that it was the Force or Ashira, or both. Energy rose through the sky effortlessly, the ball continued to expand and Mishel found herself holding her ground firmly and eyes shut as a light aura formed around her.
Once it had reached a fair height, Mishel let the energy go motioning with her hands for the energy to spread. In the next moment, it bloomed out in umbrella-like energy. It would bring hope, and the spirit to fight the darkness. To fight the fear that had been cast on them, would it reach the planet? No, no, unfortunately, it would not. Mishel's powers were not that great, not yet at least. It would extend toward her Master and those in and round Copero. Strongest point was near Mishel and it faded from there, she only hoped that it would be enough.
Mishel stumbled backward a bit with Mara moving to help her. A hand to her forehead as she squeezed her eyes shut, and then opened them to witness the energy rippling beneath the sky. The Tygaran suddenly realized the question that Shia had asked her, she whipped around and looked at the Mandalorian. Her mouth opened to speak but the words would not form. Mara quipped it was a miracle, the motormouth padawan was completely speechless. Mishel didn't have words to describe what was just asked, and instead, she walked toward Shia and pulled the Mandalorian into a kiss. One that she was all too glad to deepen, and as either one of them came up for air, "that's a yes by the way." A soft chuckle followed by another kiss, "yes I will marry you."
Hands along Shia's face cupping it, while the tears that were not fought rolled down her face, and for once in the woman's life. The tears were of joy and not sadness, as once more her wild roller coaster of life turned into an upswing.
"Okay, great mazel tov guys, let's GO!" Mara shouted as she shifted into battle cat form once more and barreled into a group of troopers.
Location Northern District, Copero City, Copero Objective Primary: Conquer Copero city; Secondary: Take the main power supply station of Copero city; Tertiary: Remove any resistance at all cost. Part of 2nd Army 'Trentheim', Eternal Army, Confederate Invasion Group Adversary The Jen'ari Empire´s forces, Chiss Ascendary forces, militia and resistance groups
Unit designation Grimus-8-2, 82nd Ultranaut Regiment Unit strength four battalions of Ultranauts; three heavy infantry, one mechanised
The occasional fire was forcing Halbrecht into the craters which were digged by the own mortars to provide cover. His command unit followed, once after another, they didn´t need much explanation or orders to do what was necessary. Yet while crouching and throwing himself into the dirt, Halbrecht noticed that the enemy fire was neither very concentrated, nor very heavy. Either the imperials do not deem the sector important or they are broken already. Looking around for a moment, seeing the cover battalion moving forward and taking the place of the lead one, Halbrecht was unsure if this was too easy.
Reaching the building he had aimed for, he was saluted by several of his soldiers who were guarding the entrance, a large glass door, of course splintered into million parts. Indifferently moving on, ignoring what was around, he marched for the stairway upwards. While climbing the stairs, he already forgot the dozens of slaughtered civilians at the ground level, they were killed with blades and fists, the Colonel didn´t care. It was his order. Climbing towards the top of the roof, his boots stopped leaving a track of red footprints at the second or third floor.
As expected the building was a perfect location with sight for several blocks. The Colonel knew that his lead battalion was already at the gates of the power plant and now he could see them. The men were covering the area of the power supply and as he watched, the new lead battalion entered it with flaming weapons. He could see Lietenant-Colonel Kantor leading from the front and beign the first to arrive at the actual building.
Two blocks East of the power supply, the second battalion was digging in while having minor firefights with the enemy. So far the reports of civilians were low, except for what Gamma-company dealt with earlier or rather below. Their Captain was now standing next to them. One of the youngest officers in his cadre, Helmbrandt was known for his mercilessness but efficiency in combat. Especially in conquest. The colonel was glad to have this one with him now, the order was clear and the doctrine is undenieable.
"Captain, take your company and clear everything behind us. The only moving beings here shall be we. I don´t want to worry about rats biting our backs."
The captain was quickly saluting and departing, taking his men and starting to merciless burn out every cellar, bunker or hideout of men, women or child, old and young. The demons Darth Metus sent into their heads became reality.
Turning around again, he awaited the call of his second in command that the power supply had been taken and a major part of the northern city as well as the northern government district would be stripped off power. Patiently he was wandering his binoculars around the city landscape.
Adversaries: [member="Cay-Yo"] | [member="Darth Animus"] | and someone else
[SIZE=12pt]It didn’t matter if anyone else could feel it, Coren could. There were Jen’ari around and he was doing his best to focus on them, but he knew he had more to fry than just them. A war where both parties were Sith leaning was not a war he should be in. He knew that. But there was an Empire being created here and that could not stand. The Confederacy, well, they allowed Jedi in their borders. This was not the bigger concern. But he had a war to fight. He had Sith to remove, destructive Sith, Sith who seemed to have no regard for anything.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]At least [member="Darth Carnifex"] and [member="Taeli Raaf"] knew what they were doing. This other group, not so much. A mass fear? No. The Jedi stepped forward and called the Force to himself, wrapping himself in a cocoon of protection. He was reaching for his Jedi, for [member="Amilthi Camlenn"], [member="Zak Dymo"], [member="Kayla Wylen"], and for his student [member="Mishel Noren"]. He needed to touch them. To gain their focus for something like this. The Jedi were here with a purpose, with hope for the future. With determination and not some emotional need.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]He could feel the prayer from Mishel, the feelings of love coming off of her, not for him but it didn't matter. He could capitalize on that, use it. And turn it into what he needed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]They knew what this fight was all about. And there was no need to push fear on everyone. It was not going to help anyone. He knew that pushing his own intention was just as bad, but it wasn’t to everyone, it was to bolster his side. He would counter the fear across the board and push the determination and focus to the Confederacy. The Force was rippling out from him, not looking for the source, but finding that fear in the area and replacing it. Replacing it with hope. With resolve.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Coren Starchaser was going to counter that fear with its antithesis. Valor. And push it even more to his Jedi and whatever friendly units were not too enraptured with the dark side.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]He was a Jedi, and this was how Jedi changed a war zone.[/SIZE]
Shia's face went even paler than normal as the shock struck her, then the wash of valor pressed over her like a wave and the sudden rush of fear and self doubt vanished, she paused for a brief moment to kiss Mishel, then her face hardened and she slapped her partner on the shoulder.
"I'll explain how it's done later. Trust me, it's easy!"
There was a laugh in her voice as she spun her buy'ce in one hand and lowered it onto her head, but now even the expressionless visor couldn't hide the exuberance in her motions as she activated the glittering blade of the immense two-handed lightsaber she'd made using the crystal her love - her wife to be - had made for her.
"Now lets see about finishing this the right way."
Then with a roar of jet thrusters she leapt to re-engage the enemy, her blade sweeping in great arcs that were as much defensive as offensive, parrying blaster bolts aside as if they were not there - much to her own inner surprise, that would still take a little getting used to.
"And no wearing yourself out..." She said privately over comms.
Did she dare mock him? What an odd question, considering the Sithling had done just that a moment ago, more or less on the level of a kindergarten pupil. She wanted to say something else, but then the Petitite banged his tiny hand against his little chest and all Madalena could think of was how cute and adorable he looked while doing so. Was there a chance that he'd be willing to let her place him on her shelf?
"So we are in agreement, the Jen'ari are weak," she replied to his words with a grin.
The little guy Force Dashed towards her, but she'd been trying to consider her next words carefully, which meant a momentary lapse in focus. The lil' due slammed into her with all the might of forty centimeters, his lightsaber hitting her boots.
Her boots!
It was her armor that was highly resistant to lightsabers, not her boots. The Spacers Leather gave way easily and by the time she moved her leg away, even her skin had been touched by his toothpick lightsaber. Thankfully, the damage was only on the surface level; a mild burn, but only because she moved at the last moment before it became more than that.
"Oh come on, these are my favorite boots!" she half yelled. But there would be no mercy now. Part of the armor and protective gear or not, you did not ruin a woman's clothing articles unless you already wood her. This was unacceptable.
Madalena launched her body backwards, sending both the Kinetite in her hands towards [member="Cay-Yo"], as well as her twelve blades, all aiming to hack his tiny body into sashimi. If he was not fast enough and her attack worked, she'd glue his body back together to skin it for new leather parts for new boots.
Location: [Copero City - Atop a Building - Adjacient to Parliment] Tags: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] | [member="Darth Metus"] and so so many more... Ally: CIS Enemy:TJE
Srina knew when to obey and when to rebel. This was not a question of if she would guard her mind, only, how quickly. She had asked to be exposed to this raw fear before so that she may learn to defend against it. At first, in concern for her well-being, [member="Darth Metus"] had refused. Her stubborn nature had led to the reversal of that decision. There was no way she could learn to prepare against mental assaults without experiencing the worst of it. Fear was not foreign to her, however, uncontrollable fear was.
In a hail of light, a hail of fire, and a hail of destruction the Planetary Shield was destroyed before their very eyes. Indeed, the Vicelord had ordered that they break through, and their ships had done so. Her arm raised lightly to block the dust and debris that blew past on the wind but nothing would stop the initial destruction that was leveled. The Confederate Fleet would not continue to barrage the planet for the simple fact that they would have boots on the ground.
As it stood, the Confederacy did not willingly sacrifice their own, nor, did they murder their own out of desperation or a loss of control. That seemed to be the tactic of the enemy.
As Srina stared at the bodies of the Chiss that lay on the steps of the Parliament Building she wondered how many more the CIS would leave behind, simply, by invoking the Force in such a way. The ivory creature breathed deeply, sharply, when the first wave of terror pressed into her being. She could feel it in the deepest corners of her heart. In her mind. In her bones.
For a moment her vision flickered. Fear. The world seemed darker and the edges of her sight blackened, as if tainted, by the wings of crows. She was too close to the epicenter, however, she could not leave. The Vicelord had painted himself, atop the building, a beacon. Anyone with the slightest bit of Force-Sensitivity would be able to find him. Her teeth ground together. Using fear, using emotion, was not something she often indulged. While some would drink it in like elixir and others would buffer the effects with the Light—she had neither luxury.
Srina would, obstinately, push through—Even if it felt like her Master was peeling away the layers of her mind like an onion. She would stand tall. She would endure.
Copero would fall. Copero, would burn.
Their electronic sensors spoke of defenses that the Jenari, or the Chiss, were attempting to raise though she did not allow worry to set in. The effects of the Phobis wanted her to. Wanted her to second guess herself, the nation, and everything she served. The Exarch would not. She knew that [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Rylan Kordel"], and a few others were moving in with their mechanical army from the mountains. A distraction. Another, distraction. There were garrisons that seemed intent on trying to keep them out of the capital but for the most part it seemed to be too little too late. The reaction time was achingly slow, even if, the sky had been alight from the space battle for quite some time.
She saw [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [Madalena Antares] enter the field of engagement just as a building not far away began to fall. Allya. Good. The small creature [member="Cay-Yo"] that engaged Knight Antares was speaking, it seemed, but Srina was too far away to hear it. [member="Kurenai Yumi"] was also there, close by, and the Exarch watched. Her gaze was intense. Whether it was the Phobis, or the truth, the Echani felt like something was amiss. The windows of the Parliament Building suddenly burst out and the slender female moved to raise a telekinetic shield, only, to realize that they were not firing at the small group on the building. Instead, they seemed to be firing at the ship Knight Antares had arrived it, and the dark-haired woman herself.
The battle over Copero must have been going well because Srina suddenly knew that [member="Darth Tacitus"] also now had boots on the ground. She would know the Reaper, her friend, even though the Fear that pressed against all that she was. He brought more troops. More droids. More methods to do what needed to be done. Mercurial eyes flickered, when she realized, he was taking losses. Perhaps the Defenses of the City were timelier than she had assumed.
Still. Tacitus sent no distress call, no beacon for aid, and Srina held her faith.
There was a light in the sky overhead. Bright. Brighter than anything she had ever seen. Her eyes narrowed. What was that? “Report. What was that light?”
The chatter that passed through all at once caused her to tilt her head, to try and listen to it all, but eventually, she got the idea. A reactor in one of the Orbital Shipyards had gone off. No one was really sure what had triggered the event, but, Srina hoped that their fleet had the common sense to get out of the way. “One of the shipyards seems to have been leveled.”, she reported to those present, noting, that [member="Darth Tacitus"] had come to stand with them.
To her comm, she tried, to figure out if any of their people had been present. “Casualties?”
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] had taken to the streets of Copero to exact the will of the Vicelord. Srina, actually, hadn’t seen the Dominus disappear—but such was the strength of their cloaking technology. But when an adjacent building began to fall? She knew what caused it. Moreover, she didn’t question it.
The strangest thing happening seemed to be a sudden shift in the Force. Where once Fear seemed to fill her core there was something new, despite the fact that it was a faint, whispering echo. It was the Force at work. Someone was trying to push back the tide of Fear that [member="Darth Metus"] had rolled mercilessly through Copero City. She focused. Following the blinding lines of light, with gold hewn eyes, she eventually placed the culprits. It made her shift in place, almost uncomfortable, when she discovered the source...Of course. [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Mishel Noren"] held pity and compassion in their hearts. Enough, that they would refute the application of Phobis from the Vicelord.
It was interesting, however, it wasn’t a priority. Neither side would be able to wipe the other out and neither side would be able to keep it up forever. If her Master wished for her to add her focus to maintaining the terror, he would of course, let her know. In the interim she remained a stalwart sentinel.
The scent of fresh blood caught her attention. “Kainan…”, she murmured the name of [member="Darth Tacitus"], as she knew him, and watched as he dug deeply into his palm with a weapon. Blood. [member="Darth Metus"] had always told her that there was power in blood. The hair on the back of her neck began to stand on end. It was then that she realized what he was doing and her eyes closed against it for a moment.
She could taste the death. Necromancy.
“Let the Jen’ari feel us, then.”
It was a simple statement as the bodies began to rise. Space superiority was well on its way. The planetary shield was down. Copero City was slowly being disabled and torn apart. The people were already rioting without their efforts. It seemed that everything danced on the edge of a blade.
Location: The Veil |Bridge| {Copero Orbit} | Objectives: Support Adron & The Veil | Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"]
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The Minister of Commerce released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding when she felt the Veil return to normalcy. People, their people, had struggled to keep the SSD afloat whilst it remained crippled from the minelayer. [member="Rick Kaloo"] from what she had seen had been instrumental in ensuring that they survived and that the CIS didn’t lose an extremely valuable asset. He would be rewarded for his quick thinking, either by their nation, or from her personal accounts.
Alessandra truthfully didn’t care which. When the Silver Jedi began to fall back, at the call of his own nation, she patched herself briefly into his communications. It wasn’t entirely her place to interact with their allies during wartime but she assumed that Adron would forgive her this one missive. “Thank you.”
She could feel the eyes of her Exarch lingering on her form and she did her best to seem secure at his confident expression. Everything they had done, this far, had been hampered by the Planetary Shield. They could get small groups of troops through but none of the heavier artillery. When the Shield finally broke? Her tension ceased. She remained silent, standing off to the side, whilst Adron made his speech to the Confederacy. Even the men and women serving on the Veil seemed to have found their footing.
The Invasion of Copero was finally, officially, underway.
Her affianced gave the order for the Veil to fire on the rest of the Jen’Ari and Chiss defenses once the targeting system came back online and the dark-haired woman stepped forward. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath in the seconds before the SSD fired. Gentle fingers undid Adron’s hands that were clasped behind his back. He was the Exarch. He was the commander of this naval assault—and she was simply present because he wished it so.
Alessandra could do nothing, from here, nor would he allow her to. The “condition” of which she suffered seemed to make him think she was suddenly made of glass. Her arms slid around his armored waist from behind, as far as they could go, and she rest her cheek against the refreshingly cool metal.
She could do nothing. Save, silently support the man which she loved, and the citizens that followed them.
‘For our people.’, she mentally pressed her thoughts against his, letting her mind ease against him, with a sense of quiet security. ‘For our child…’
Mishel stood firm with Mara at her side as she moved forward with a Force leap, while Mara made use of telekinetics. Her blade struck the first Jen'ari stormtrooper it fell to followed by a Force push to keep a few others back. Forward step swing up, turn and another Force push before coming back down with her blade. Shia shouted something about it being easy, and Mishel just nodded. She took a moment between opponents and watched as Shia ignited the blade in her hands and took to action. She imagined there was a rather happy expression behind the visor but the time to envision things at length had gone. A blaster bolt by her shoulder returned Mishel to action. The throw of her saber followed by another Force leap and sweep sent more stormtroopers stumbling backwards onto one another. Mara rushed back into battle cat form taking out a few more with a massive body slam.
The Tygaran smirked when she heard Shia on private comms, and somewhere in between all of it she felt the wash of Force valor from Mishel's Master. Reignited the Jedi cut through a number of the stormtroopers as sweat poured from her brow. The hum of the lightsaber as it cut through plastoid, the screeches of the stormtroopers as they were met with various Force abilities. Shia took off with a roar, her jet-thrusters over their opponents. "I'll try not to." She quipped in return, and then switched channels, "yo Princess, looks like there's gonna be two weddings in the family." This was in communication to her sister, even if the comms were a bit static-y.
A wave of blaster fire forced Mishel to parry them, and once again she switched channels. "Senmonte, we're gonna need a pick up soon."
"Alright team, the Princess Leia should be inbound soon, we're on our way to reinforce your position."
Mara, Mishel and Shia would eventually rendezvous with Coren and the others, with the Princess Leia providing their extraction.
Sent 100 zombes to attack the Sith Troopers at the parliament building
Copero City
Copero, Chiss Ascendacy Space
The Reaper smiled to himself, hearing his friend calling his name as he recited the words of his terrible spell. Splintering his concentration just a little, he sent a brief warm thought her way, a sliver of hope reserved for her alone. Worry not, he wanted to say. All will be as it should.
The battle in the city was intensifying, gradually nearing its end. Up above the planet, the relentless onslaught of the Confederate forces would continue, The Navy's droids and organic officers drilled nonstop to execute maneuver after maneuver, like relentless Tuk'ata pursuing their prey, all synchronized and coordinated to achieve maximum effect. Attack, attack, attack.
The sky lit up with the glow of a second sun. Tacitus smiled, knowing what it was. He opened his eyes and allowed himself a moment to admire the birth, brief life and death of an artificial star. Reports quickly came in that one of the shipyards had gone up, metal reduced to a cloud of its atomic constituents in the primordial crucible of nuclear fire.
The city's defenders were resilient, he had to give them that. Even in the face of the Confederacy's merciless soldiers and droids, they fought bravely, tooth and nail, holding onto their planet until the bitter end, forcing the invaders to pay for every inch of ground in blood.
Fed by the violence, the churning currents of the Darkside swirled through the city, coalescing towards the rooftop of the building where the Reaper and his master were doing their unholy work. The Reaper reached out with his mind and seized upon the frayed souls of the dead and dying, feeding them his own pain, his own loss, his rage and hatred against a cold, uncaring universe and above all, his defiance. Death would have her tribute today, but her thirst for souls would have to wait until she gave him what he sought. All will be as it should.
He reached out and Death recoiled, fighting against his grasp, but his grasp was iron, so he seized her by her throat and squeezed, choking out her soothing voice and denied her lost children her comforting embrace. They would not rest today, not yet. The dead had work to do.
The first of the corpses rose from the ground, shivering, shambling, their faces forever contorted in a rictus of pain. Others soon followed, unable to resist the Necromancer's commanding will, denied their sleep until they performed his bloody work.
Beneath his helmet, the Reaper's eyes narrowed. He had noticed the ambush at the parliament building and could sense the enemy's resolve. He wanted to break that resolve, to see this enemy flee and scatter, to end all who stood against the Confederacy and see them ground into the dust. Eyes fixed upon the scene, the Reaper's lips parted and the dead turned to face him, obedient dogs awaiting their master's command. Only one word he uttered, one terrible command that gave the hundred or so walking corpses their final mission before they could have their rest. "Feed."
Like wolves greeting the rising moon, the abominations threw their heads back and let loose their unearthly wail. Ever so slowly at first, the dead advanced. One awkward step here, another shuffle of feet there, as if they were amnesiacs slowly recalling how to walk. Slowly at first, they crawled and shambled, then quicker, until they broke off at a run, one last mad charge through the city's streets towards the building which offended their master so.
The dead walked the world of the living again, today. If they could not have their rest, then they would have flesh and blood.
Location: Copero, Copero City, Parliament Building, Communications Room Objectives: Defeat [member='Scherezade deWinter'] , Defend the Parliament Building Allies: Jen'ari Empire Enemies: CIS ( [member='Scherezade deWinter'] , [member='Darth Tacitus'] ) Equipment: Hooded Robe, Miniaturized Lightsaber (red) Unit Strength: 50 Imperial Sith Troopers + Cay-Yo
Feeling the lightsaber push through material Cay-Yo felt emboldened, if he could land a glancing blow he should be able to land a killing one ... right? Once Madalena had jumped backwards and the twelve sharp blades. Cay-Yo could not deflect them and he knew the chances of him using the Force to stop the blades were slim. His only option was to evade them. The Patitite crouched in a sprinter's start then zipped off with a final use of Force Dash to get himself out of the way of the projectile weapons. The knifes clattered against the pavement where he had been, the ball of Force energy had not hit its mark. Cay-Yo would live, at least for another moment or two. He turned to face the Madalena, his weary expression displaying clearly his fatigue "You underestimate my power!" he seethed and now thoroughly exhausting every last bit of stamina and Force potential he had the Patitite leapt high into the air towards the woman with his lightsaber grasped between both hands above his head "Yaaaaahhhhhhh!" This scene was made cooperatively with [member='Scherezade deWinter']
Sergeant Dial meanwhile had still not received any word from Darth Animus nor the ground forces. His only assumption is that they were either dead, captured, or had retreated without them. There was no point, in Dial's mind, that he should remain in the communications room. Instead he put back on his helmet , picked up his blaster, and went to his men that were still shooting from the upper windows. Peering out over the shoulder of one his men he could see Cay-Yo leap at his adversary "Fool, you're going to get yourself killed!" he growled through gritted teeth at their supposed commander's lack of tactical thinking. It was then that one of his fellow troopers ran up to him "Sergeant! Sergeant!" the younger man exclaimed "We're being charged! Its the dead!" Dial looked to him for a brief moment in silence "Show me." he ordered calmly. The trooper jogged off and Sergeant Dial followed. Soon they both were at the right side of the building where troopers were also shooting from the windows. At what, the Sergeant could not see. Dial put a shoulder on a trooper occupying the window and gently pushed him out of the way so he could see their enemies. What Dial saw frightened him. He was a man of many battles, and he had seen horrors that most would never witness in their life times. But this? He had never seen anything like this. It was then that Dial knew this would be and his soldier's end. Sergeant Dial inhaled deeply and turned to the two troopers near him "We hold." he spoke in a firm tone. There was a bitterness to it, betrayal beneath the words. He had served, they all had, the Empire loyally and this was to be their end? If this broken building on a burning world would be their tomb at least it would be built on the actions of heroes, not cowards. Sergeant Dial spoke through his platoon communications "This is Dial. Everyone to the west side! We relocate, forget about the Sith."
In moments the entirety of Military Police Platoon, Copero City Garrison, was stationed at the windows of the Parliament building, two men to a shattered set of panes. The broken visages of important Chiss looking down with red eyes of regal determination would be the trooper's witnesses. The cathedralic structure displayed clearly the civilization's grandeur although this was the end for Copero City, the end for the Chiss of Copero. As the horrors came increasingly into range the troopers, veterans as they all were, stayed at their post awaiting command. They all knew that reinforcements were not coming and this would be their final moments even without Sergeant Dial needing to inform them of such, it was as clear as day. Then a voice echoed out in the empty corridors, down into the foyers, and up to the vaulted ceilings "Steady your aim, and prepare to fire." the troopers leveled their blasters at the coming horde through the jagged holes "Men, today you are heroes. You have guarded this post, honored your orders, and have kept your oaths. Let us show our enemies that while lesser men fail" the horde scrambled over the streets, over broken airspeeders, over corpses of the rioters "The men of the Empire stand firm! For loyalty! For the Jen'ari Empire! For the Emperor! Fire!" from outside the building it would appear that numerous red lights soared through the air towards the horrors before smashing into the pack. The troopers made no reservations for ammunition.
Madalena gave an unhappy hmpf as the Ken-sized creature evaded al her lovely knives as well as her Kinetite. It was unfair! Knives were her speciality, fighting while using her telekinesis was something she did pretty much all of the time, and this little dude with his toothpick of a lightsaber had the audacity to just whoosh out of the way?
Dozen knives re-angled themselves, ready to go after him again. Sure, he evaded the first time, yet how many times more would he be able to do so before she'd worn him out? Madalena wasn't even working hard at that point. Perhaps that was why his evasion had been so easy.
The little dude, however, seemed to think he was some hot chit, tossing at her that immortal line of you underestimate my power.
Now, Madalena was smiling.
Twelve knives fell with a loud clatter to the ground as her arm came up. [member="Cay-Yo"] was coming for her again, leaping into the hair with his lightsaber grasped above his head. It was clear what he was going for. Madalena's fingers closed around the air as she administrated a lovely Force Choke at him, stopping him mid-air.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she asked, "say it again, you're sorta choking right now dude."
Keeping the Force choke on him, Madalena used her other hand to control her knives back to their place. She was a walking armory. Yet she did not need it right now. Carefully, she pulled Cay-Yo towards her in the air.
"The Jen'ari are weak," she repeated his earlier statement, "and you fought for the wrong side."
Smiling, she sent him a kiss through the air, and began to walk back towards where the Confederacy ships were waiting to take people home, the dude still within her grip thanks to the Force Choke. She'd release him, of course, but not until they were inside and she had him caged up.
"Congratulations, shortie," Madalena said in a very bubbly and sweet voice, "you are now the Confederacy's Prisoner of War."
Kurenia watched on as Cardinal brought the complex housing the enemy troops to the ground, the display of force powers being more or less what she expected from the man. Seemed he wasn't to interested in collateral damage or potential civilian casualties, can never really trust the Sith not to use non combatants as a meat shield during a ground attack. Such a destructive display came only moments after the sky lit up in a massive explosion, sending a small shock way through the area, parts of what was once a space station starting to catch aflame and melt in the atmosphere.
Such a beautiful site more or less signified their accomplishments, this day was theirs, all that remained was to sweep up the nearby resistance and begin a proper ground war to liberate the planet from the Sith. Even if these first steps had been achieved she knew more then anything else the war was far from over, as long as an active chain of command remained along with substantial troops this would would not just surrender. For the next few weeks Kuernai expected to be running more missions on ground, clearing out Sith strong points and flushing out the remaining enemies, but for now, they earned a small respite, even if they never really did anything.
Even the small fight between Madalena and that strange force sensitive being was finished, the tiny little thing now apparently a prisoner of war. "Good job Madalena, you have successfully defeated the strongest enemy in within a hundred mile radius, anyways have fun with him, I have to go see if any of these Jenny troops are skill kicking". Letting the knife thrower deal with the miniature Sith Kurenai hurried over to the collapsed building still sensing a few life signatures from the rubble. Riasing her hands the broken duracret and steel beams began to move, slowly levitating on the spot bit by bit revealing the black cladded armor of the Sith Troopers.
Location: Copero City
Objective: Destabilize, and Loot
Allies: CIS
Enemies: TJE
As Jorco's pirates joined in the mobs roaming the streets the line between ally and civilian became harder to distinguish. Since one could say that Jorco's forces were unlawful combatants since they were mercenaries and didn't have any kind of uniform. Meaning himself and all his men weren't really under any sort of legal protection regarding the rules of war. If there was any.
Over his comms one of his lieutenants called him. "Boss, you think we ought to take a shot at the largest bank in the city? I'm sure it's got plenty of loot. Over." It was ture that Jorco had originally wanted to set his eyes on the planetary national bank but it seemed as though that wouldn't be happening today unfortunately, all because Jorco didn't muster his forces in Steal Team Six. Because if he did that means they would've been ditching the whole destabilizing of Copero City.
"Negative Lieutenant, Steal Team Six isn't with us today, we'll need to set our focus on smaller establishments if we're gonna get anything. Over." Jorco replied
"Copy that Boss, over." With the sound of a chirp coming from the comms, it concluded the brief interaction between the lieutenant and himself. Currently Jorco didn't actually have anyone around protecting him. Meaning he was a rather vulnerable target since he told his men to go wild in the city. Then a bright light came from the sky above. Almost like a tiny star just appeared. Turning back, Jorco looked up at it some with his dark, bug like eyes. But quickly looked away as it was too bright. 'Damn, I didn't think I'd be seeing that today.' Jorco thought to himself. It would seem as though he wasn't the only one who's attention was caught by the blinding light. As many people in the street around him also seemed to take interest in it. However, for the citizens it would seem that only furthered their panic as they went back to rioting.
[SIZE=11pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Copero City, committing War Crimes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]CIS[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]TJE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The chaos was all consuming. Where Lirka had landed had become a whirling battle ground, fires had grown rapidly: chemically fueled flames spit out of flamethrower equipped Droids, leaving doorways, bodies, buildings, engulfed in a roaring inferno. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Did Lirka care? She didn’t have the time to. She was entirely engulfed in that raw devotion to the simple chaos of her orders. Following this very concept a sickly crunch followed the woman in her advance, and her gore covered boot rose once again: the nimble Sephi warrior dashing from police force, to civilian, to soldier, all the same, all the target. All of them needed to burn.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]At the core of it all, Lirka was an overconfident ancient compared to short lived Chiss and the other humanoids who had their lives so viciously cut short by the blade of the woman. Burning ever brighter with each kill it gained, sometimes Lirka wondered deep in her heart if the Klaive was sentient…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]There was little time to dwell, even if the kills she had begun to reap had been grossly unfulfilling: a kernel of doubt growing within her mind. It was disregarded, and the slaughter continued: Lirka the butcher, Lirka the slaughterer, Lirka the hound.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]And soon many had taken note that fleeing the Sephi was infinitely more advantageous than actually standing their ground, leaving the Sephi with an unending amount of amusement: a barking laugh spat out from her throat. The fear was intoxicating.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“And where is your Emperor!? Cowering!? Has he abandoned you!? Or too weak to face his destruction like all of these pathetic cultists!?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Lirka laughed as she slaughtered, a fire burned within her. A fire of the dark side, hate, rage, anger, all manifested into these sheer acts of brutality. But Lirka was an overconfident woman, a title she had to some extent earned throughout her long years, but she was overconfident. For in her unending wisdoms, she had never accounted for enemy armor. With a hum and a rumble a rather impressive looking Jen’ari tank rounded a corner to meet the rampaging destroyer.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]That was the last thing Lirka saw before a flash of red and the sound of a mighty explosion rocked where she once stood.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Lirka awoke to pain, gore, and flames. She was alive, of that there was no doubt. Though the Sephi had yet to realize she was laying in a pool of her own blood. The fact became more and more apparent once she realized that something was missing: and it wasn’t her klaive. Where one of her arms had once been there was nothing more than a torn and bloody stump, her helmet went wild. The Sephi growling as she felt sharps and chunks of shattered Dura-Armor digging into her skin...an eye was gone too.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]But through her one good eye Lirka could see her Klaive: standing firm as ever, glistening in the flames of the demolished block of Copero City. Reaching out she sunk her clawed gauntlet into the ground, dragging herself forward: clawing ever onwards. She would not lay here and die like some pathetic whelp. Nor would she die on this rock.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Reaching out again Lirka grasped onto the lower hilt of her mighty weapon, using it as a support to raise herself up one again. The Sephi slouched some, a ragged and broken looking monster. But soon she rolled her head back, shouting to the sky with her declaration: the force, and the Dark Side, channeled into her mighty roar.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]“I WILL RIP THIS PLANET IN HALF!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]There is something to be said about Dark Siders, destructive, impulsive, violent. Lirka was all these things and more, and those same dark powers had consumed here. There was little to distinguish the scarred Sephi from a rampaging beast, and until the CIS withdrew she would be slaughtering. Covered in her own blood, which had sunk into the engravings on her armor that had survived, and with only one eye and one arm she reaped a bloody, and merciless, tally. Truly, the proper confederate berserker. [/SIZE]
