The Earth will crack and burn -- [ One Sith vs ACA Dominion of Sev Tok ]

[Via Dolorosa]

She turned her attention to the firrerreo Acolyte and nodded her head saying, "Not that I'm aware of. According to the intel, this fortress was not suppose to be here. I'll lead my squad through the fort's interior and find a layout and dispose of any resistance along the way. Something tells me this was to easy." Turning toward the nearest trooper, she pointed to him and said, "Take the prisoners back to the transport and ready them for evacuation. Also, notify the fleet that if they desire for us to hold this sector we are going to need supplies and reinforcements," she spoke while looking at the carnage of bodies strewn about and added, "and form a detail to collect our dead and wounded. I want a full casualty report of our losses before the day is up so I can form an accurate report to the high command. I'll be taking five soldiers with me, the others will stay here and aid in the defense" The trooper nodded and headed off to fill his orders.

Xhexania, with soldiers in tow, entered the inside of the fortress and found it was deserted. It appears the commander of this base sent all his troops into battle. The fool. Xhexania split her squad into three groups of two and they conducted a close inspection of everything. Room after room was checked and secured which left the last room at the far end. The door hung askew from its sliders and when she, and her lone trooper, entered they found a computer terminal resting alone on a desk. Other than terminal, the room yielding nothing of interest. With a slight nod, the trooper hacked the terminal and showed her that all the information was on a datapad now. Not technologically inclined, she ordered the trooper to take the device to the other Sith.

She took one last look around then left the room.

[member="Vrag"]​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Qun Vell"]

From the perspective of any rational onlookers the whole thing might have looked a bit silly. A big action figure in dramatic flash colors sailing through the air with an oversized hammer breaking a, comparably, little tank into pieces. But the rebel squads approaching were not rationale calm onlookers, they were in the thick of it all, sweaty palms curling around ill-fitting weapons never used before. Helmets constantly obscuring sight, sweat trickling down into their eyes. They had been ecstatic to see their tank lay were on the bloody Guard, it when this steel behemoth jumped on their support vehicle and broke it apart like a toy... there was no joy left.

Shrapnels and debris from the tank tore through their lined and the hopeful orderly band descended into chaos. When the first of the rebels threw down his weapon and fled it was all but over already. Carach grunted, a bit disappointed they were not willing to give further battle, but then turned himself around, facing the temple.

He could sense a fight going on in there, with a grin unseen to the world the sith lord jumped off the remnants of the tank and started to walk. This would all end in blood, but... didn't it always?

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Now in the feild of battle with [member="Darth Arcanix"] Sphie had aheard her master's wishes. She rallyed half of the troops to her call and lead half of them out to held defend the defenders on the landing base. Her lightsaber drawn and high in the air she lead the charge, men at hr back and already calling out for bloodshed and conquest. As they began firing on the enemy troops Sophie had lashed out with a bolt of force lightning before leaping into the air and striking down one of the soldiers with her blade. He was cut in-half before the others back away. Looking up, her eyes glarin behind her hood, Sophie grined before she began to cut at the forces one at a time.

 

[Yoru Shakou]

A war zone was not the normal place to find the Baroness, though there she was. Standing silently next to [member="Darth Praelior"], her looked up at the large lumbering walkers. Making a mental note, it was the height of a company to be able to produce such monstrosities. Magrath Industries though was a bit more subtle due to its smaller size. For the most part the four guards that she had brought were equipped with a handful of what the company made. Each had their armor, a blaster rifle and pistol, though their own attention was on the surrounding while the Baroness looked from guard to guard. Her eyes returned to the horizon, watching as the battle raged on. The One Sith's forces seemingly pushing aside the enemy without much trouble.

It was her hope that eventually she would be able to move down towards the building she had pointed out. After all, if it were to be used for her company, she not only wanted to see what it looked like on the outside, she wanted to see its condition of the interior. Bringing her hand up, she brushed out a wrinkle on the gown she was wearing, not the most practical thing to be wearing, though it was clear she was not worried about such a thing. Her hand slowly stroked the head of the Nexu while she remained alert of her surroundings.

The Baroness had been around enough soirees and events when she was younger to know her place. While she was important to some, she still understood the importance of not attempting to over step her bounds or believing that she was more important than she truly was. There was always someone that would be just as willing to be standing in her place.

 

[Reverance]

The hammer smacked hard against the side of the vehicle, slow motion viewing would give the show of metal tin reflecting undulation against the surface as it attempted to absorb the damage. But the force was far greater than what could be withheld and such lessons in physics were quickly learned by those atop the vehicle. End over end, the craft flung itself careening through a wall from the forceful impact as Gabriel pulled his arm back, nearly spinning from the jet engine like blast of the hammer. The firing stopped, the peasants in front of their god merely fell quiet to the spectacle of blood and destruction as the lights upon hammer flickered from the power surge. The flickering was but for a moment, it was enough to indicate the recharge, as the blue hue took form once more in solid glow.

Holding the shaft of the lotek'k gripped hammer in right hand, the Sith Lord extended his left gauntlet, upon forearm resting three large barrels. "Run..." Came the metallic words, as 9 foot iron giant sent the masses about like ant hill smacked with water from the hose. And from the barrels, three consecutive grenades volleyed with acute precision as his arm moved from left to right, spreading destruction like seeds in a nursery. The plumes were small, the fire extinguishing life as he felt the belt move in the shoulder and the click that followed, indicating the reload of the arm mounted cannon. He smiled, as all would in such predicaments, as he realized the extent of the suit he now wielded.

This world would be his playground, he noted, as electric signals spanned across his visor. Vitals of [member="Darth Carach"], indicating elevated pulse in the foray of excitement that spanned the distance of the planet they now conquered. But it was merely a blip, the internal systems method of keeping the suits connected through automatic communications, and the Sith Lord shrugged of the message for more pressing concerns. A jog, powerful and loud with every step, he made movement towards where he assumed the courthouse and governmental buildings were. He would break this city, he now silently claimed, as metal wave would crash upon dull and broken stone. And he would truly put the suit to test, along with the World Slayer that now accompanied it.

 

[Vae]

Vae had been relaxing in his ship at the star port when things went to hell. Looking up the young man's emotionless eyes took in the sight of transports coming towards the planet most of them military. Sighing he stood up reaching for his pack and stepping out of the ship. Everything he needed was in this single pack from his datapad to hacking equipment as he started down the boarding ramp he turned and called out calmly. "R7 lets go we are heading into town hopefully the ship will be here when we return." With that the young man started to move towards town making sure to not stand out. People ran screaming in fear as the planets meager military made a stand. The young man had one destination in mind the banking district of this city to gather more funds and then he would attempt to either hide or leave. Approaching a bank he had R7 open the doors before sliding into the building hoping no one would find the single young man there unknown to him was the fact that his presence was reflected in the force to any who could feel it.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Flying through the air the limp body of a Rogue Force user did and suddenly crashed into a pillar. His Bones crushed on the Might of Bone Crusher, as of yet the Brute Kezeroth had not tested the Repulsor Generators in the Weapon, He had been merely swinging it around using it as Normal. Looking at the clutch of the Giant Hammer Kezeorth smiled and wrapped his fist around it, hearing the Energy Hum about he smiled and remained to stay still allowing the last Force User to attack him from behind. The Rogue Force user aimed his lightsaber for the Gen'dais legs and sprinted in, His Blade glanced off Kezeroths Knee plating allowing the brute to jump to the side. His movements were slow but strong, Mid air Kezeroths Grav-boots Emitted giving him more of a boost and suddenly turned off. Raising Bone Crusher High He slammed it into the ground few feet away from the Force user and watched his body get struck with a sudden wave of energy from the Hammer and continued to be carried off intill he smacked into a pillar.

Though the Force user was not the only one to fly back, Kezeroth found himself few inches away from where he originally made impact. A power Weapon indeed, Stronger than a Lightsaber and provided more options. It was his personal Weapon of choice and matched him best. His Job was basicly done in this Section of the assault it was time to move on. Activating his Jetpack the armored gen'dai blasted off high and began to search for a fight

 

[Shinju]

Shinju kept moving, her chainsword revving and finally stopping while it went through a chest. She gleamed, she was ecstatic while moving until she was laughing. The fringe was powerful and her home but she rather enjoyed the freedom the sith would allow her.. the freedom to do what she wanted and couldn't do in polite society. Her small planet needed law and order or at least to not be handling the dnagerous parts o the fringe, leave that for its officers and security forces. They would eat and kill everything while she worked here fighting. Withdrawing a dauntless blade as she swung it to hack and slash at things in her way following the chainblade with a more zeal... oh if only bundori was here.

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Sev Tok; Zulu 13
ALLIES: Team Zeta, [member="Xhexania"], [member="Faye Terrik"]

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Her cold blue eyes only spared a passing glance to the cadavers littering the courtyard before she busied herself with more important things. They were still in the middle of a combat zone, and a single moment of distraction could mean her untimely demise; since dying before she'd even reached her prime wasn't on Vrag's agenda, the Sith reined in her wandering thoughts and focused on what [member="Xhexania"] was saying. The exchange was brief, but informative, and the Acolyte conceded leadership of the raiding forces to the Dagobah Sith, opting to guard the perimeter with the remaining soldiers.

The other Acolyte's foray into the fortress was conducted quickly and efficiently, and the troops returned with a single noteworthy item; a datapad. Vrag's gaze passed across her squad, her icy eyes searching for one individual in particular... there! The firrerreo allowed herself a small smile as she motioned for [member="Faye Terrik"] to come closer.

"Look through the files on that thing and report to me immediately if you find anything useful," she said as snatched the datapad out of a soldier's hands. "This place is empty," she added once she turned her attention to Xhexania again. "We should push our advantage while we have it, and the city is not far," the Sith finished her thought as her eyes flickered to the buildings peeking over the walls of the fortress.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Baroness Magrath"]

Elara was moving with the others as she held the blade slashing but letting the matukai move in front of her. the girl grabbed one of the soldiers and threw him up into the air as the walker swatted him. She could see her master moving and testing the pistol as it fired off its shot. the blue beam coming out of it with a whine then a popping sound. Elara watched it pierce through the chest of a man as her master spoke to the small woman. Holding the pistol as it let the energy come off. "Test this." The zeltron held the pistol in her palm while she was walking." Your energy will give the crystal charge, and it will take a moment to power up for a shot."

 

[Yoru Shakou]

As the Baroness moved with each step, the nexu was close on her heels. It was crouched down, prowling along the battlefield as it moved forward. At that moment it looked up and gave a soft whining purr, which was met with a nod from the Baroness. The Nexu quickly rushed forward, jumping up and pouncing upon an enemy soldier, doing what it did best as it began to tear into the being with a contented purring noise. Her hand shot up as the four of her Fenrir Guard moved forward, holding them from advancing too far from her side. A simple wave of her hand though gave them permission to fire on anything that the One Sith forces possible missed during the advance.

Hearing the voice, her attention was pulled to the towering Zeltron, wondering just how that had happened. Her golden eyes fell upon the palm, looking over the pistol that resided in it. The Baroness was hesitant at first, not sure if [member="Darth Praelior"] was handing the weapon to her or another. After a couple of moments she took a deep breath and lift the blaster pistol from the woman's palm. Running a hand along it before she held it in her right hand. The Baroness wasn't much for blaster weapons, the whip that she carried in her sleeve was a testament to that.

Taking another breath, she steadied herself before bringing the weapon up. Feeling as it pulsed while charging before she squeezed the trigger. Her golden eyes watched as the beam was released with a pop, striking down a soldier that had chosen that exact moment to move from cover in an attempt to fire back. When the being fell the Baroness seemed to be indifferent to the act that she had just perpetrated. After all, she was there to build a company, and sometimes you needed to remove a few local problems.

 

[Reverance]

There was an ease about the jog that the Sith Lord hadn't expected. In his mind, 140 kg's of weight would be enough to relieve breath from chest in a quick minute, requiring rest between strides. But where his hips rotated, hydraulics assisted. Where his knees bent, to lift the heavy weight of the shins with each lunge, servos compressed back and forth upon piston, allowing relative ease with each movement. Even his feet felt comfortable, even more so than in his standard military boot, which wasn't really all that comfortable in the first place. A comfort derived from technology that cushioned the insole and added spring to his step that gave the run an almost bouncing or frolicking appearance. And this was without the thrusters. The thrusters had a natural inclination to their angle upon shoulders, meaning that the bounce would be shifted into a sprint as he moved and was pushed towards the ground. A notion he suddenly realized as he dashed forward into a convoy of vehicles, rolling out from an alleyway, to stop his forward progression towards the capital.

As he ran full force into one, the armored lord sent the tired corpse sliding away from it as he spun, jabbing the head of the hammer up under another vehicle. With the press of the back switch, the thrusters fired against the ground and jumped upwards, smashing through the bottom of the chassis and sending the vehicle flying high above the convoy. The hammer continued to follow it's natural arc as he sent the head of the hammer into the last of the three vehicles, straight through the engine block and down into the ground. With a left hand held skwyward, the Sith Lord released a grenade towards the descending vehicle, igniting it in an explosion of flame and ember. Without a seconds pause, he spun to his right, ripping the rest of the vehicle in pieces as the cutting edge of the world slayer struck the compartment of the vehicle first pushed back, sending it spinning away from the crime scene.

Across his HUD, the hammer flashing brilliantly across the head of the weapon, his vision shifted to low visibility as he began dealing with the issues of smoke and particulates. He clicked on the emergency rebreather, saving the SCBA for the future use, as he clamored forward to continue his assault upon the forsaken city. Across his view screen, he scrolled through the various displays, checking on his vitals and specifically, lung function. All ten lobes were functioning at proper capacity, as was the EKG reading that showed proper systolic pattern. Blood pressure was a bit elevated, to be expected in such circumstances though. His final click showed the power of the armor suit fluctuating, as it should, between the exertion and the recharge of the geothermal pumps.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Surface
Objective: This train don't stop

[member="Baroness Magrath"]

Elara looked on at the woman, she was using the gun and testing it while she wondered what her masters plan was. The matukai master charged forward slamming a fist into a chunk of cover as she lifted it and threw it at other person. The one with the claws jumped up into the air digging them into the wall to climb up the building as the other two went to work. THey were moving towards the buildings and the beach with the apprentice staying near her master. Balaya's voice came out as she continued to move forward. "Very good, the blaster needs a little fine tuning but will take your energy and use it to make a blast of force energy. Try it a few more times and then return it to me." Elara looked at the woman while she stood there sliding a rag across the blade to wipe some of the blood off.

 

[Faye Terrik]

Location: Sev Tok, Zulu 13.
Allies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Xhexania"]
Objective: R&D

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Adrenaline was still running through Faye's veins, when she heard her new orders. Something a lot more relaxed than the previous skirmish, infact it was rather trivial compared to the whole situation, to her at least. "I'll get back to you on it," Faye said to her as she took the datapad, momentarily inspecting it before unclipping her own from her utility belt. It would be easier for her to transfer the data to her own and sift through it, using the programs she had to bypass any possibly security.

The data was, fortunately for her, in galactic basic. That eliminated at least half the trouble of bypassing security. Most of the information downloaded was little more than 'junk', holding no relevance to the group of Sith. All the information they were looking for was locked behind a simple seven character passcode, easy for a slicer of her capacity, the scripts she ran would do all the work, it just would take a couple of minutes.

Pewwww! A shot rang off near Faye, and hit one of the members of the squad. Fortunately for the man, it hit his shoulder, only disabling him. Two of the soldiers worked towards dragging him to safety while the others moved behind the rocky outcrop. The blaster shot had come from the direction of the building that Xhexania had cleared.... but it wasn't in it, but on it. The sniper took another shot at a soldier only a few meters from her, causing the rock to splinter slightly.

They were pinned down, for the most part. Faye inhaled deeply and contemplated on what to do. A soldier was radioing in what was happening, but Faye had a more direct idea. She peered briefly over the rocky outcrop and had a shot whiz past her. It was too close, but she knew the location. She sunk down against the rock and closed her eyes, trying to focus on the Force. She was incredibly inexperience in comparison to the other Sith, but she had spent a good bit of time with Xhexania. Faye hoped that maybe it would mean something to the Force, to help her convey the message.

"Xhexania.." Faye attempted to speak telepathically to the Sith Acolyte. As far as she could tell, it was working. "Sniper above you, about fifteen meters left of the entrance. We're pinned, can you do somethi-" Another shot splashed in the group, severing Faye's focus to send the telepathic message. She hoped that perhaps she would be able to approach the sniper from behind.

 

[Isar]

Drunken Sith, Hidden Ewok

Location: Some Temple

Warok cackled as his creation rose, a reanimated corpse. Strands of Sith Magic curled around it like orbital rings before it took a shuddering breath and swallowed the golden threads. A gesture from Warok sent it lurching forward and into the fray, waving a lightsaber haphazardly near the Besalisk.

The Ewok himself walked forward more slowly, one hand clutching his scorched side. However civilized one might think the weapon, a lightsaber wound is not a pretty thing.

[member="Darth Carach"] [member="Qun Vell"]

 

[Shinju]

Location: Behind You
[member="Xhexania"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Vrag"]

Shinju was moving, with the chainblade and dauntless she slashed drinking the man on the blade in. Her lips on his face while she inhaled the energy, the warmth and converted it. There was a sniper who struck the body, her snarl coming at the interrupted meal while her eyes started glowing red. Power within herself bubbling to the surface before she was looking at the ones coming at her. A building in her line of sight as the stored energy came out with a blast of red. Deadly sight taking a chunk away as Shinju snarled growling for a moment with her sharpened incisors. There were more sith, more ones to fight and deal with as she was going after thing, the blades going into their sheaths, the saber on her thigh coming out while the hilt gleamed and inside the twin crystals sang to her ears emitting a high pitched whine as it activated. The scream making someone hold his head falling down.

 

[Sierra Momoa]

That was quite a sight, the soldier moving off as it smashed into another group, its violence unmatched by what it could do. She let the rifle sling under her shoulder and grabbed one of the dauntless blades the apprentices were able to grab for use. She had a few ideas of what to do with the humans but still had her own natural weapons. Her claw gripping it until she knuckles were white with the signs of straining, her nails digging into the flesh leaving small pinpricks that dripped blood before she was moving off towards a wall spreading her wings and jumping into the air to glide towards them slashing at the straggler who was left alive until she came down to the ground slashing.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Zulu 13
Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Faye Terrik"], Nightshade Squad



Her eyes were looking out in the distance, in the direction of the city, gauging how much time it would take to get there. No doubt by now the city had been invaded but it had not falling, yet. The voices bouncing back and forth in her ear piece pretty much painted the picture for here. The enemy was completely caught off guard, a plus to those that had planned the invasion, but they were putting up a staunch defense now. In some instances, objectives had not been completed while others had to resort to changing their's to a minor objective before undertaking their main objective. But overall, the invasion was a success and soon the Sith would add another piece of the galaxy to their collection.

A sound in the distance broke her train of thought and before she realized what it was, a soldier was hit in the shoulder and went down. Soldiers, caught in the open, began to scramble for cover and Xhexania moved behind a turned over drum used to store transmission fluid and drew her weapon. Another shot rang out but hit nothing but sand, throwing up grains and leaving a small hole that slowly covered itself as the sand slid back into place. Xhexania peered around the drum to see where the shot came from so she could pay the shooter a visit, when she heard Terrik's voice in her head. At first she thought it was one of her voices making an appearance since it had been some time since one of them did.

Looking in the direction of the entrance, she saw a lone gunman crouched behind some durasteel barricades, the barrel of his blaster rifle moving side to side looking for a target. She pressed the activation stud, the crimson blade coming out to play, and Xhexania charged toward the entrance, using several objects to hide her from the gunman. Leaping first onto a transport vehicle, then springing off that she used the Force to aid her and landed on the rooftop, as gracefully as any ballerina dancer from the holovids. "There he is! There he is! Lets get him," the psychotic voice was screaming. The man turned around as if the voice in her head gave her position away and rifled off a three-set burst from his weapon. Not known for her handiwork with deflecting blaster fire, she managed to bat them aside and again using the Force to enhance her speed, charged the gunman and drove her hot blade in to his stomach then rose the blade up as she stood splitting the man in half.

"Threat eliminated," she said as the ruined body fell backwards and of the rooftop. "Eh. I would have done it better and with far more class," the egotistic male voice chided.

 

[Seras Goto]

oldier continued to watch, she was pushing them, now. The prisoners were dead, their lives on the ground showing the scars of their stay on the prison ship. They were loading more under her watchful eyes as the Sith Doctor crossed her arms in amusement he would say if he thought she actually could be happy. At best she tolerated them all there while she practiced her skill cause he suspected that was why she was there to practice something dangerous and ancient the sith didn't use to much. He had seen her keep prisoners alive through her sheer force of will while working them over with drugs and more dangerous means. She had dissected the Hapen heir and jedi getting her mind to break possibly but she was somewhere in one of the prison ships. Her stayed where he was when she approached looking everywhere on her face but not pausing to stare at her. "Continue to load them in captain, this ship will be left here where it is needed with the prisoners. Do not disturb me unless you have to as I will be..." Her voice paused as she breathed and he could feel the smile on her face. "Busy."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Sophie Gustav"] [member="Darth Praelior"]

Taeli smiled as her opponent was sent flying by a powerful blast of Force Lightning he failed to protect against. Writhing under her continued barrage of the deadly lightning, the Force User eventually fell unconscious, but she lifted her attack before it killed him. He might prove useful for some experiment or other purpose.

Gesturing for two Sith soldiers to take the man away, the rest of her forces continued onwards. More and more Sith forces were streaming down from space and out of transports as the invasion continued, and now more repulsor tanks were lining up and destroying any fixed position the defenders had erected to try and slow the Sith juggernaut.

Allowing her forces to press on ahead for the moment as it was clear the landing zone had been secured, Taeli turned her attention to other matters temporarily. She sent a message to her construction ships to begin building the new shipyard immediately, and also sent along the information her master had sent her about the Titans to a secure server. They would be the basis of new mechs and walkers for the One Sith soon.

Turning her attention back to the battle, she charged forward, drawing on the dark side to increase her speed to catch up with the frontline. The black billowing dress and hooded cape gave her a ferocious air as she impacted against the defender's line, smashing it apart with her lightsaber and lightning. Corpses strewn the ground around her as she tore a path through the enemy, her troopers capturing some that lived and sending them back to the rapidly expanding beachhead to be processed.