Junction The Entrallen Incursion | DE & Diarchy Junction of Baltizaar and Dantooine

[Max Sinn]

Theme: Thunderstruck
Allies: DE | Marlon Sularen
Enemies: Shan Pellian | Laphisto | Teegota Tuuk

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Spoiler: Tetan 1st Fleet

Falgship: Deadly Sinn
x6 Imperial III-Class Star Destroyers
x6 Caçadore-Class Assault Corvette
x4 Vandal-class Corvette
x4 TXS IPLT-01x 'Excursor' Star Sloop
x8 Vanto-class Escort Carrier
x4 Phaetra-class Star Carrier
x2 The Dragoon-Class Escort Frigate
3500+ star fighters in total.

Admiral Sinn gave a nod to her helmsmen as the call came over the comms for the first reinforcements. Only a system away the fleet jumped into hyperspace and in moments the Tetan first fleet jumped into the Entralla system. Max stood on the bridge of her ship her hands placed behind her back looking out the large view port of the newly retrofitted Deadly Sinn now upgraded to the imperial III style of star destroyer.

The Tetan first fleet came into the outer edge of the system, dropping to sublight engines. It was well out of range of planetary scanners as the fleet began making its methodical trek through the system. It was running a scanning sweep of the system as it moved towards the main Imperial fleet led by Grand Admiral Sularen. Tetan fleet was making sure there wouldn't be many surprises from within the system. Best to be cautious as The Grand admiral was holding a defensive position at that moment outside the gravity well of the plant.

It was fairly quite onboard the Deadly sins bridge as the crews ran their scans and Max looked over telemetry data on screens around where she stood. The ever serious Admiral's blue eyes watched as her fleet formed up into a standard wedge as they moved closer to meet up with the main fleet. The area seemed fairly quite other than a few skirmishes near to the planet. Almost suspiciously quite for her liking.

"Admiral, we have three fleets that are not identified imperial allies. One is the Diarchy from our scans, and one is Trade federation." Of course the Trade Federation would be here they had to try and protect their interests. "The third is unknown, possibly a mercenary fleet." This was going to be a cluster frak Max thought to herself. The data came up on the screen in front of her and the positions of each fleet.

She looked at them all carefully noting several were going into a defensive positioning. She had to wonder if this was going to become a starring contest to see who would fire first a game of reverse chicken. "Open a comm to Grand Admiral Sularen." Her comms officer nodded and opened a channel giving her to signal to speak. "This is the Tetan First fleet, ready to engage when you give the word Grand Admiral. We have a few death witches on board our ships we could surprise them and confuse their sensors into thinking we brought a massive fleet out numbering them ten to one." It might get them to back down or think twice about engaging the Imperial fleet.

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[Ali Kare]

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

Fleet Composition:
LEAD SHIP: The Equalizer

Frigates:
Springer
Bastion
Electric Punisher

Cruisers:
Ravager
Menace

Destroyers:
All-Vision
Disciple
Cloudburst
Gladiator
Civil Brute
Avenger
Serpent
Thunderbolt
M'haeli's Defender
Aurora

Carriers:
Swarm Queen
Sudden Downpour

(All except Equalizer are with Laphisto at the moment)

The Equalizer decelerated exponentially, and the stars reformed as dots in the distance, signaling their arrival in the system. High Admiral Kare swiveled around to face the viewport. Looming in the left side of the glass was Entralla. And to the right, she could barely make out the small shapes of High Commander Laphisto 's fleet, and her own battlegroup jumping in near his. Ali herself was farther out from them, and her arrival in the system would hopefully go unnoticed, as the Equalizer had activated its cloaking device. The downside of it was the empty tacmap before her, showing only the amber dot of her vessel, and nothing else. With the cloaking system activated, no sensors could detect her, but her own sensors wouldn't be able to penetrate the cloak. That was why she needed to wait for a sensor relay from one of the other ships in her fleet.

"Ma'am, the Swarm Queen is relaying sensor info. Appearing on your tacmap now," came the voice of her first officer. Her eyes lowered to the table in front of her command chair, and it started to fill with other dots and colors. There was a cluster of red just outside the gravity well of Entralla, quite a distance away. The Diarchy fleet was moving to the other side of the planet, though she had not yet been filled in on the reason. Laphisto seemed to be the only one taking action, moving slowly towards the Imperial fleet blasting away with his mass drivers.

It would seem that the only fleet that remained unaddressed was the Trade Federation group. For now, at least. Over the comms, she could hear Laphisto's warning to the group. She'd bet that the message was through one of the Trojan-class frigates, so that if the communication line was accepted or responded to, that virus could get into their command ship. Hopefully the commander of the federation force was a talkative guy. If the federation decided not to back down, Ali would take matters into her own hands.

"Helm, take us towards the Trade Federation fleet. Face our starboard side towards them. We'll wait for their response, if they have one," Ali said. The deck vibrated as the Equalizer's powerful engines rotated the ship to port and began to move it towards the fleet that was currently impossible to see with the naked eye.

Shan Pellian Marlon Sularen Max Sinn Teegota Tuuk

 

[Marlon Sularen]

T H E_E N T R A L L E N_I N C U R S I O N
Objective : Operation Entrallment

DARK EMPIRE
ENTRALLA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

Spoiler: Sularen's Fleet

TASK FORCE KORVAN
INV Tyuk [Flagship] INV Doombringer INV Malice INV Mortis INV Avenger INV Iriad INV Voracious INV Mallius

The bridge shook as the vanguard of the Diarchy's fleet opened fire upon Sularen's own Fleet. "Shifting all power to Ion and Particles Shields" the a of defense officer said as the crew identified the nature of the enemy attack which was coming from Projectile and Ion/EMP Rounds. "Shields holding." another defense officer added. "Sir, our ships are in range of the enemy fleet shall we return fire?" the senior weapons officer asked. "All capital ships launch a concentrated barrage at one of their Heavy Cruisers. Let's test their metal." Sularen ordered in response.

At this point he was very hesitant to fully commit to the battle, especially given that the situation on the battlefield had not yet transpired as he had expected. But for now, testing the strength and durability of the enemy ships would be sufficient enough to give Sularen an idea of how to handle the enemy moving forward. Thus as Sularen instructed the three Star Destroyers within his fleet began to turn their weapons towards a single one of the Diarchy Heavy Cruisers before unloading a massive and powerful concentrated barrage upon it with the aim of rapidly overwhelming the shields and either crippling or destroying the Heavy Cruiser in a single strike.

While the Star Destroyers got to work, Sularen continued his examination of the enemy forces scattered across the system. Already the Diarchy had split their forces in two with one of their fleets being the one attacking him and the other seemingly regrouping at the far side of Entralla most likely in preparation to confront the Entrallans. At the same time the Trade Federation had arrived to reinforce the local Entrallans and were moving in to join forces with the Entrallan Fleet so far being uncontested by either the Imperials or the Diarchy. With the situation, the outcome of the battle remained uncertain although slowly things were transpiring exactly as Sularen with the Trade Federation's next move being the only thing that would determine whether he would gain yet another advantage today.

Then as expected, Admiral Sinn would soon arrive with Sularen's Reinforcements bolstering the strength of the overall Imperial Fleet especially as they faced the vanguard of the Diarchy's own fleet. "Sir, we're being hailed by Admiral Sinn." the communications officer cried out. "Put her through." Sularen ordered. As the communications officer complied, Admiral Sinn's voice could be heard through the speakers as a secure channel was opened between her flagship and Sularen's flagship.

"This is the Tetan First fleet, ready to engage when you give the word Grand Admiral. We have a few death witches on board our ships we could surprise them and confuse their sensors into thinking we brought a massive fleet out numbering them ten to one."

"Hold that thought, Admiral Sinn." Sularen answered. "I don't want to commit every card we have to play just yet." the Warlord added, hoping to keep those Death Witches in reserve as a ace in the sleeve he could use against the Diarchy and Trade Federation fleets later in the battle. "For now have your ships maintain their defensive positions alongside my fleet. and withhold the launch of any of your starfighters." Even though Sularen and Sinn's fleet most likely had more combined firepower then the Diarchy's Fleet starting down at them, the Warlord of the Empire wanted to see how they reacted to his attack on the Heavy Cruiser and what moves the Trade Federation would make before actually going on the offensive himself. After all, in order to beat your enemy you need to find their strengths, weaknesses all while predicted their next moves.

Spoiler: After Action Report

• All Ships shift to Ion and Particle Shields in response to the initial attack from Laphisto's Fleet
• The INV Doombringer, INV Malice and INV Mortis all unleash a powerful alpha strike on one of the Heavy Cruisers within Laphisto's Fleet
• Max Sinn is ordered to merge her fleet with Sularen's Fleet and maintain defensive positions and not launch any Starfighters

Tags [DE] | Max Sinn
Tags [Diarchy] | Shan Pellian | Laphisto | Ali Kare
Tag [Trade Federation] | Teegota Tuuk ​

 

[Shan Pellian]

Tags: Marlon Sularen Ali Kare Max Sinn Laphisto Teegota Tuuk

Shan Pellian stood at the command dais of the DSD Dominion, the flagship's bridge a hive of controlled activity. The faint hum of the ship's systems underscored the tension in the air, punctuated by the occasional ping of tactical readouts and the clipped voices of officers reporting ship statuses. Outside the reinforced viewport, the vastness of the Entralla System unfolded, its star casting a pale light over the planet that lay at the heart of the conflict.

The holographic tactical map before him flickered, displaying the chaotic dance of fleets arrayed across the system. Symbols and data streams marked the positions of allied and enemy forces, their movements shifting as the battle evolved. Shan Pellian's gaze was sharp and calculating, his mind processing the flow of combat with the precision of a veteran strategist. He clasped his hands behind his back, the weight of command settling over his shoulders like a mantle of iron.

"Entralla's defenders have overplayed their hand," he said, his tone calm yet edged with the promise of decisive action. "The Trade Federation clings to its holdings, unwilling to commit to open battle. Their hesitation will be their undoing."

He turned to his communications officer, a lieutenant with sharp eyes and a steady demeanor. "Relay the following orders to the Second Battle Group," Pellian commanded, his voice carrying effortlessly across the bridge. "Advance under heavy sensor scramblers and establish a defensive screen around Commander Laphisto's forces. Prioritize intercepting enemy vessels attempting to flank or disrupt his operations. Their role is to anchor his position and ensure his efforts to destabilize our foes proceed unimpeded."

The officer saluted crisply and moved to carry out the orders, while Pellian shifted his attention to the broader fleet.

"To the rest of the fleet," he continued, his tone hardening, "intensify the offensive against Entralla. Push our capital ships forward. I want the planetary shield generators and orbital defenses within range of our heaviest guns. Target their power conduits, shield nodes, and weapons platforms. Ground their defenses before they can organize a counterattack. We must maintain unrelenting pressure."

The tactical map adjusted, showing the new orders being implemented. Ships in the central formation began to accelerate, their massive hulls bristling with weaponry. Bombers and fighter wings reoriented, their paths converging on Entralla's defenses in a coordinated strike pattern.

Pellian activated a direct communication line to Laphisto's flagship. The holographic image of the High Commander materialized before him, Laphisto's presence radiating a calm intensity.

"High Commander," Pellian said, his voice firm and measured, "the Second Battle Group is en route to your position. They will reinforce your flank and serve as a defensive bulwark. Entralla's defenders are teetering on the edge of disarray; your disruption tactics have been effective. Keep up the pressure—cut deep and shatter their cohesion."

Laphisto nodded, and the transmission ended. Pellian's gaze lingered on the map for a moment longer before addressing his bridge crew.

"Prepare the Dominion for a direct assault on Entralla's orbital platforms," he ordered. "Shift to a wedge formation, with our heavy cruisers screening the flanks. All bomber wings are to commence synchronized runs once the planetary shields weaken. Timing is critical; we strike hard and without hesitation."

His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the battlefield. Despite the complexity of the situation, his confidence in the Diarchy's might was unshaken. He spoke softly, more to himself than his crew.

"This is our moment to shape the tide of this war. Let the galaxy see the inevitability of the Diarchy's rise. Entralla will fall, and its defenders will know the price of defiance. Once we have the planet, we can use it to anchor our forces and secure our flanks."

The bridge fell into a tense, focused silence as the Dominion began its maneuver. Shan Pellian remained at the center of it all, a pillar of command and resolve as his forces pressed the offensive, determined to claim victory in the Entralla System.

Spoiler: Diarchy Naval Contingent, Shan Pellian

Unique Ship, the Dominion [X]
Four Barragan Class Ships [X]
Six Sunderer Class Ships [X]
Six Castor I Class Ships [X]
Four Szayel Class Ships [X]
Twenty Javelin Class Ships [X]

Spoiler: Deployments

The Diarchy fleet divides in half, one group staying with Pellian as he presses the assault on Entralla's defenses while the second moves to support the Diarchy's allies.

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[Darth Moskvin]

FORTUNE & GLORY

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Location: City Streets
Gear: Outfit : Lightsabers : Talisman : Ring : Trinket : Gems
Tags: Darth Nathrax

It has been written, even taught in some miliary academies, that city warfare is far hazardous than squaring off with one's opponent in open terrain. Unlike the openness of a battlefield, the city is turned into a rat's maze, each combatant searching every nook and cranny to find that piece of cheese, or in this instance, their enemy. It's not just the guessing game or the surprise factors that make city fighting dangerous, but all the sneaky and strategic points lain about, half-standing buildings, rubble piles, ruined machinery of war, and the like. Each in their own right giving defense bonuses to defending militaries and attacking penalties to the aggressors.

It has also been said that in city fighting tests the mental fortitude of the pawns with their commanders playing a game of non-committal chess with their orders of attacking, counterattacking, and holding of positions. The pawns are made to suffer the trials of this form of combat, where there are no other pieces on the board but these lonely sacrificial lambs. They are put there for only two purposes; to achieve victory or die honorably in the pursuit.

And if one could stand over the city from greater heights, looking down upon the maze-like chessboard, they would find amusement in the game. All throughout the city, tiny pawns fought and fought for every inch to finally be glorified and celebrated when they mash their teeth into that one, lonely piece of cheese, and with the crumbling of cheeses from masticating mouths falling brittlely down the front of their armored suits; the commanders stand back in safe havens accepting the congratulatory praises for victory.

The enemy thought, mistakenly, they would outflank us, laying waste to our exposed left line; only to find the building they sought to use for cover transformed into a brick-like tomb when at nightfall, the scavengers would come to pluck their flesh from bone. My small band of troops, some who had fought with me on Shu-Torun and some who had lost friends on Typhon who died heroically to defend the Temple from murdering Jedi, knew my intentions, my policies, and my standing orders: no prisoners, kill everything breathing but save one. The enemy thought, once more mistakenly, that by surrendering they would find quarter; instead, they perished with raised arms.

We had risen to the challenge successfully; the small enemy force had been slaughtered minus one. I could sense the fear in the captured soldier, for if he had known what was to be his fate he would have prayed for a quicker death, and I basked in his fearful emotion as one showers under shimmering water droplets. I studied the shaking man whose convulsions were increasing rapidly, my eyes dissecting him as they stared menacingly into weeping eyes. I didn't need to bombard him with tedious questions on topics of troop movements or troop strength; he was a front line soldier whose only knowledge was to succeed or die.

From a ghoulish grin that had crept upon my deathly pale face, I could sense his mind was being tortured and fractured by the mere sight of me, and the confusion that he no longer was in possession of his own destiny, that death was imminent, but when. And I held no impenitent for the forthcoming murderous actions I was about to knight the prisoner with, for I was the predator and he, by the drawing of the short straw, was my prey. And as the orgasmic feeling from mentally tormenting him began to subside, cascading down my undead body pooling at my feet in a blackish like substance, I fell upon him sinking my fangs into his neck, draining his Anima from his body, leaving behind a dried, withered husk.

As I released the corpse from my dark, loving embrace I felt the ping of another Force child in the vicinity. The stench of this individual was unknown to me, but the smell was invigorating. I began to take steps in the direction to unravel the mystery of this interloper when the comlink chirped on my belt. Through the device's tiny speakers, the obnoxious voice of the General slithered into my ears like grinding teeth ordering me, me of all monsters, to return to the position I had abandoned to prevent the outflanking maneuver that saved, and I do detest such words, the left flank of his stagnant army. Mentally, I noted, he was going to meet a most unfortunate accident before the day ended.

 

[Teegota Tuuk]

Spoiler: Technoid - Federation Fleet |

F L A G // : Scourge of Koru Neimoidia| Tambor Pattern Lucrehulk Class III | 4,810m BATTLECRUISERS //: TFS Nute | Tambor Pattern Lucrehulk II | 3810m TFS Gunray | Tambor Pattern Lucrehulk II | 3810m DESTROYERS //: TFS Barbarian | Imperial Kavaak Class Escort | 1,001m TFS Saxon | Imperial Kavaak Class Escort | 1,001m TFS Onslaught | Imperial Kavaak Class Escort | 1,001m TFS Hand of Doom | Imperial Kavaak Class Escort | 1,001m TFS Neimoidian Might | Providence Class Carrier/Destroyer | 2,177.35m TFS Neimoidian Will | Providence Class Carrier/Destroyer | 2,177.35m TFS Neimoidian Power | Providence Class Carrier/Destroyer | 2,177.35m CRUISERS //: ANS Core One.. | GH-4201 Class Modular Core Ship | 750m ANS Core Two.. | GH-4201 Class Modular Core Ship | 750m ANS Core Three | GH-4201 Class Modular Core Ship | 750m ANS Core Four. | GH-4201 Class Modular Core Ship | 750m ANS Core Five.. | GH-4201 Class Modular Core Ship | 750m TFS Droideka One | Heavy Star Frigate TFS Droideka Two | Heavy Star Frigate TFS Droideka Three | Heavy Star Frigate TFS Droideka Four | Heavy Star Frigate TFS Droideka Five | Heavy Star Frigate STARFIGHTERS DEPLOYED //: Imperial Phlac-Arphocc Vulture Droid Starfighter Imperial Phlac-Arphocc Hyena Tactical Bomber Imperial Phlac-Arphocc 23 Model Droid Tri-Fighter Trade Federation TIE/ads Advanced Droid Seeker

The Neimoidian's attention shifted between the monitor and the tactical screen, as the data was analyzed as though a single miscalculation could lead to a swift defeat or triumph for the Trade Federation of Planets. The Diarchy was advancing, seeking to exploit the perceived chaos within the Entralla Defense Fleet under the command of Shan Pellian , while the Imperial Armada under the command of Marlon Sularen had yet to claim early dominance with their superior firepower.

There was several explanations one could make as to why the Dark Empire was holding back, especially with the timely arrival of Max Sinn who afforded them much flexibility in terms of strategic maneuvers such as a Thrawn Pincer.

Although he was not afford much time to narrow down an exact reason as Laphisto 's transmissions attempted to come through to the Scourge of Koru Neimoidia, resting comfortably within the orbital boundary of the system.

"Sir, the Unidentified Fleet near the Diarchy Forces are attempting to hail us on an open-channel. Should we let it through or disregard it?" the GRX-Series Military Droid's approached the communication officers on the bridge, its voice devoid of inflection, while its hands were positioned comfortably behind its back.

<< Don't you find it quite odd that they are attempting to communicate with us instead of focusing on the Dark Empire whose poses a direct threat to them since they are within the planetary boundaries. Leave them unanswered for now... >> Teegota responded, not wanting to give away the fact that the Trade Federation Fleet was commanded by an organic officer instead of a tactical droid as was customary. If they did not know who was in command, then they would be uncertain on how to defeat him and that uncertainty would give him a great advantage.

Eyes wandered away from the tactical droid as they ensured that the message never came through, to the tactical screen as it was beeping red as Laphisto and Marlon Sularen engaged in a long-range duel with one another, the first salvos of the engagement had begun and the Neimoidian was keen to watch it unfold from the safety of the orbital boundary.

<< Position us in Attack Formation Alpha 3 to intercept the battlegroup of Shan Pellian ; they must decide between engaging us or the beleaguered Entralla Defense Forces. They will undoubtedly retreat upon realizing that their meager armaments are no match for the formidable presence of three lucrehulk battleship >> he commanded from the command chair, as the remainder of the fleet crossed into the planetary boundary of the system, charting a direct course toward the Diarchy Fleet.

Spoiler: Fleet Movements

The Trade Federation Fleet moved to intercept Shan Pellian and force them on the defensive.

 

[Countess Anétresya]

The secretary had left, knowing the the scale of her power which not many did and that The Lady could fend for herself. She watched the battle below, the explosions not fazing her one bit. Anetresya wasn't the only one trapped in the building - although trapped was an overstatement given the extend of her abilities.

Down the hall appeared two people and a security droid. "The building is surrounded. I wouldn't leave through the doors if I were you - even with the droid." She stated, more towards the man than the banker. "I might have some friends below that could do us a favor." Of course, there was a matter of remittance the lady expected in exchange for her help.

Judah Dashiell

 

[Darth Nathrax]

Location: Entrallen Capital City, street level
Objective: Silence Artillery
Tags: Darth Moskvin

The hordes of Diarchy units behind Nathrax swarmed towards the enemy like ants toward the promise of food. They marched rigidly and with purpose towards the opposing force. While numbers were on their side, the enemy had incredible firepower. The artillery of the opposing General rained down on Nathrax's forces, scattering them to the four winds as they ran for cover. Under his mask Nathrax snarled, wanting to see those guns explode in spectacular fashion.

With his forces in disarray, the High Marshal growled into his comms. "All platoon leaders, reform your units and continue on! Loose formations alongside the armor, hit those guns with everything you have!"

Even as it seemed the tide was turning, the Dark Empire's forces began to push back, fighting like Hell for every inch of ground. One particular thorn in the side of Diarchy forces was a building in the central intersection. It was a high rise building of the Banking Clan, which was serving as a fortress for the Imperial forces. "That building must be cleared! Third Platoon, Sixth Platoon, join up for an assault on the high rise! I shall be seeing to this assault personally!"

Nathrax marched slowly towards the ground floor, blaster bolts being lobbed downward at him by soldiers of the Empire. He would swat these bolts like annoying mosquitos, without even needing to dodge. It wasn't until a rocket was sent his way that he showed off his incredible dexterity and agility. In a moment he began to sprint and jump from cover to cover, closing distance quickly to the entrance of the building.

While his soldiers couldn't keep up with his impossible pace, they were able to get to the building with minimal losses. Bolts of various colors whizzed by as he carved a bloody swathe through his opposition! "I demand that you fight back you worthless dogs," He barked to his enemies, "If you are to die, at least make it a good show!"

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Muunilinst, Financial District
Enemies: Diarch Reign
Objective: 2


Detritus was taken back to the command post. Upon arrival he was greeted with a fresh battalion of troops, this time all of the black armored stormtroopers were on Imperial speeder bikes. Each one were armed with blaster rifles, but each one carried a power lance. The unholy man gave a ferocious grin, for he started to speak with religious fervor in his tone. “And so the shadow cried havoc and unleashed the riders of doom upon them. The shadow spread casting misery and woe to all, for nothing could stop the wrath of chaos and those that followed him.” Detritus looked up to the skies as if even more elated by the unit given to his command. “Sir, we have detected the heavy armor.” The commander informed him next which caused a howl of sadistic laughter to sound off from the mad priest. “Excellent, put the coordinates to the speeder navigation. We are gonna show these rabble the meaning of empire.” Detritus would say the glee evident in his tone as he approached the lead speeder bike. The symbol of the Maw was adorned on the bike, marking him as the head rider.

“We ride to WAR, DEATH, and REBIRTH!!!” Detritus recited the old Maw mantra to his men, some would shout it back in response as if they heard it before. This was followed by the chilling activation of the power lances, the roar of the speeder bike engines. Detritus would ride with deadly intent through the city streets with dozens of riders following him closely behind. For a few moments the speeder cavalry was unstoppable in their advance. The orbalisks that fed on Detritus’s body had demanded both rage and blood, and that was what he was going to give to them.

Then out of a narrow street corner, followed the rumbling of the speeders charging for a few of the Diarchy’s heavy armor emplacements. A cloud of dust heralded the arrival of the speeder charge, followed by the rumbling. The Diarchy Stormtroopers focused on trying to push back against the Imperial offense looked forward. Many saw the cloud of dust, the roar of the speeders sounded to all before seeing the dozens of riders. Detritus narrowed his eyes as he shouted. “FOR THE EMPIRE!!!” He roared out, his rage taking over as he lowered the Power Lance. Many of the riders behind him repeated his chant while lowering their own lances. The Diarchy stormtroopers raising blaster rifles in some attempt to stop the charge coming right for their heavy armor.

Then they attacked. The Diarchy Stormtroopers fired, some bolts shooting the Imperial stormtroopers right off their bikes. The Diarchy troopers were met with either being rammed into by speeder bike, or if unlucky enough ran through with a power lance. Detritus directed one group to split to left, while he went right. Before long the power lancers were hitting tanks, artillery pieces with the energy of the lances. The impact of the lances caused a sharp cut through the metal, followed by a sharp electrical discharge. This resulted in a serious of explosions as the heavy armor pieces of the Diarchy started to explode one by one, many of the speeder riders zoomed through the plume of smoke that billowed out from the burning wreckage.

As Detritus rode through the Diarchy heavy emplacements, blaster bolts whizzed past him. A Diarchy sniper perched on a piece of rubble tried to stop him. The bolts bouncing off of his parasitic armor, only sparks flying. Ren growled in response, letting his speeder skid to a halt. He stared down the sniper, while the Diarchy stormtroopers pressed his luck. More blaster bolts would come shooting towards Ren while he gunned his speeder right for the trooper. More blaster bolts tried to hit Ren, but the hiss activation of his orange blade followed. The next volley of blaster bolts were bounced off his burning blade. Deadly determination clung behind the eyes of Detritus. The trooper remained defiant, emptying his blaster clip towards the dark sider. The speeder gunned straight for the trooper, his saber bouncing off every bolt until Detritus was in his sights, throwing the Crossguard blade straight towards the sniper. In mere moments the trooper was reduced to a shell, the lightsaber returned to Ren’s hands as he stopped behind a burning artillery piece. The armor exploded and as Detritus raised his burning blade did a triumphant roar echo throughout the destruction.

 

[Odett Hallisk]

/:/ Tag: Tertius C. Nargath Domaric Mordane Antipater
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Odett experienced a wave of relief upon observing the holographic map, which indicated that the Collections & Security Division was achieving progress against the overwhelming firepower of the Dark Empire and the Diarchy as plaza's were taken and sentry posts established. This advancement was bolstered by the AR-S Siege Battle Droids, whose formidable weaponry decimated stormtrooper platoons in rapid succession. ​

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For a moment, he felt a glimmer of hope that they might successfully repel both invading forces; however, this optimism was swiftly undermined as the structure around him began to tremble and shift due to a barrage of impacts. "Ground Command - what is happening down there!" He expressed with concern, aware that a significant portion of their security personnel were deployed away from the headquarters to safeguard the data vaults. ​

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The communication system experienced a brief silence before a frantic voice emerged, stating, "Deputy Director, they have infiltrated the interior and are killing us here. Please send reinforcements immediately." The transmission was abruptly terminated by the sound of a blaster bolt striking the speaker, followed by faint gurgling noises.​

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Odett paced within the confines of the Central Office, aware that an individual was plotting his demise to compel the IGBC to surrender. He extended his hand to press another button concealed beneath the desk, activating the garrison of B2-A Super Battle Droids stationed nearby, their ominous red sensors scanning the environment.​

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"Eliminate the intruders on the Ground Level, Protocol Activation 2-AH." He spoke in a subdued voice, to which they replied in unison. "As you command, Elimination Protocols are now engaged... we shall ensure that no survivors remain." They quickly departed, their footsteps echoing in haste as they advanced down the corridors to confront the invading forces of Moff Antipater ​

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He was yet unaware of the dangers of Domaric Mordane ...and how that might affect the tide of battle down within the IGBC Logistical Hub. ​

 

[Darth Moskvin]

FORTUNE & GLORY

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Location: City Streets
Gear: Outfit : Lightsabers : Talisman : Ring : Trinket : Gems
Tags: Darth Nathrax

All throughout the history of military conflicts, there has always been one standing mantra that an army marches on its belly. A hungry soldier is a happy soldier. Rob him of his chance to fill his grumbling organ with sustenance, and he will not fight like a harden trained warrior, but a warrior with designs of mutiny, fleeing at the first presented opportunity to find greener pastures. One of the most crucial aspects of a marching army, or an engaged army, is the supply lines. These pulsating veins are the lifeblood, sever them with rusty blades and watch the blood of morale cascade into pools of withering hopes.

There is a second mantra, an unspoken code amongst the soldiers, that reflects on the concept of leadership. Soldiers will follow the most diabolic orders, fight on the hardest of terrains, and will sacrifice themselves in pursuit of glorifying victory for commanders that are competent, who see the greater picture, waving away the short-sightedness, whilst keeping to the goal, regardless of the situation. Respect is not given but earned; and this is more relevant to commanders leading massed groups of soldiers. If a commander fails to achieve respect, he risks desertion in troves, lackluster efforts by his men, and in some cases, a move that finds the commander killed in combat in the mysterious of ways.

"You are hereby removed of all military operations, General," I said looking up at the hovering man, his feet swaying like wind vanes, as the cartilage of his trachea cracked and snapped under the pressure of my Force Choke, the lights in his eyes extinguishing. "Colonel Marsh," I bellowed as I released my hold on the lifeless body, watching in tasteful delight as the corpse kissed the pavement with a wet sounding splat. "You are now in charge, General Marsh. Do not follow in the footsteps of your predecessor, succeed where he found failure." The removal of the former General was a necessity, his incompetence had cost the Empire greatly in resources; both financially and militaristically. His inability to find a solution to the stalemate was birthing a mockery, creating disdain among the soldiers. Creatively, I should have displayed his death in a more fanciful way, perhaps torturing him merely for my twisted pleasure, whilst engaging a vision to the other officers in the battalion; failure would not be tolerated.

General Marsh took the reins, ordering the troops to advance toward the enemy and break their lines at all costs. "We need to find their supply line and disrupt them, Lady Moskvin." I nodded my head, spun around and strolled toward my huddled men. Upon reaching the tinker boys, I barked my orders and like ants in pursuit of a wounded insect, they quickly scurried to their feet, grabbing their equipment in the process.

Our mission was simple. We sneak through enemy lines, a concept unfamiliar to me, to hunt down and decapitate the head of their supply lines; effectively disrupting their operations. We moved through debris, dodging in and out of derelict buildings, all the while focused on our task. All around us, and in the distance, the sounds of heavy explosions rocked the city, ariel assaults from long range artillery. We did our best to go undetected, which was easier than one would imagine, with so much activity to keep enemy eyes from looking for a small group like ours. We arrived a few clicks from our target, where the enemy had set up a small encampment, poorly defended and full of non-military personnel. We took a few extra minutes to scout the area, and when all was clear; we charged straight into the encampment, blasters firing into the ranks of the unsuspected enemy.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Location: Muunilinst, Financial District
Tags: Onrai
Objective 2

Rellik had been watching the battle from above. His objective differed from Reigns. His brother would lead the men while Rellik would maneuver through the shadows and nab as many important bankers or wealthy that he could.

As a streak of darkness he moved from building to building. An art perfected throughout his entire life. The battle raged around them as warriors from both sides tested the whill of the force and their own destiny. Charging through artillery fire, diving between high explosive anti air guns, and the endless grind of dug in defensive warfare.

The Diarch had upmost belief in Nathrax, his brother and the members of the Navy above. He was not going to let any doubt creep into his mind and divert him from his own task, although seeing his people fighting without him hurt his heart. Their honor and fire was commendable, including the enemy.

He watched as several pods crashed into one of the main banking buildings and decided it was his time to move. Gathering a running start through an office building; he would throw his saber to a destroy window pane as he leapt from the current room his was in. Sailing across the road and slamming through the glass of another building where the battle was taking place.

Security immediately activated and the Diarch defended himself against the automated turrets. Using Soresu he sent their bolts back and destroyed the current threat. His presence would be known so he displaced and seeped back into the shadows. Moving through office rooms to find a prize for the Diarchy.

Any high end personnel could be used as leverage in their conquest of this planet. Forcing the bankers hands. Anyone who tried to stop him would meet his blade.

 

[Kyra Nex]

ARC #1 - Flames of the Rubicon
Tags: Darth Nathrax Darth Moskvin ​

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The heavy clanks of armored boots echoed inside the dimly lit troop transport shuttle, punctuating the low hum of the engines as it descended through the turbulent atmosphere of Harnaidan. Kyra Nex, clad in her distinctively customized armor with royal purple accents, stood amongst her fellow flametroopers of the Diarchy's experimental unit. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, a stark contrast to the intimidating, heat-resistant plating she wore. The shuttle, a robust Upsilon II - Class/D, shuddered slightly as it approached the planet's surface, its hull groaning under the atmospheric pressure.

In the cramped space of the shuttle, the tension was palpable, a mix of anticipation and the raw adrenaline of impending combat. The troopers, each encased in their specialized armor, checked and rechecked their equipment, the click and hiss of flamethrower tanks filling the air. Kyra's visor, transparent enough to reveal her meticulously maintained appearance—flawless makeup and an air of poised determination—reflected the dim lighting.

"Recite the code!" barked the commanding officer, his voice cutting through the murmur of preparations. The unit straightened, their voices merging into a single, powerful recitation that vibrated against the metal walls of the shuttle:

"Through Control, we bring Order. Through Order, we build Bonds. Through Bonds, we achieve Strength. Through Strength, we claim Dominion. Through Dominion, we bring Lasting Peace."

The words, a mantra of their purpose and a reminder of the Diarchy's overarching mission, resonated deeply with Kyra. She felt them stir something within her—a blend of fierce loyalty to the cause and an unquenchable desire for recognition and ascension within the ranks.

As the shuttle touched down with a jolt, the side doors hissed open, revealing the chaos of battle that had engulfed the city of Harnaidan. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burnt structures. The sounds of distant explosions and the crackle of blaster fire provided a deadly overture to their arrival.

Kyra and her unit spilled out of the shuttle, forming up with practiced precision. Their objective was clear: link up with the forces of Darth Nathrax and push through to the financial district where the fiercest fighting was reported. Kyra's flamethrower, a monstrous contraption of white durasteel and purple trim, felt like an extension of her own twisted desires—to dominate, to control, to burn her mark into the annals of this war.

As they moved through the ravaged streets, Kyra's eyes, visible through her visor, scanned the environment with predatory efficiency. The city was a labyrinth of destruction, but to her, it was merely a stage set for her performance. The resistance from the local ground forces was formidable, but Kyra relished the challenge. Each burst of flame from her weapon was a stroke of deadly artistry, painting despair and fear across the urban canvas.

The unit's advance was methodical, each member covering the other in a deadly ballet of fire and maneuver. Kyra's commanding officer, a seasoned veteran marked by the scars of many battles, kept them moving towards their objective. His gruff orders over the commlink guided them, his trust in Kyra's abilities evident in the responsibilities he placed upon her shoulders.

"Push forward! Nex, take point—clear a path!" he commanded through the crackle of static.

With a nod, Kyra stepped ahead of her squad, her flamethrower roaring to life as she unleashed hell upon a barricade, the intense heat melting through metal and stone alike. The flames danced in her visor, a reflection of the cold joy she derived from her work.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Muunilinst | Financial District
Tags: Detritus Ren

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The forces of the Diarchy had begun to arrive in earnest now, and the stalemate had appeared broken. The Diarch had made extensive headway into the Financial District, and had heard over comms that High Marshal Darth Nathrax had arrived.

Under cover of the heavy artillery, the Diarch pressed forward. Until suddenly, the bombardment stopped. Reign had been pondering the newest development when a comms trooper had sprinted towards his position. “My lord!” the man nearly screamed “We are receiving reports that our heavy artillery is being mowed down.. comms chatter is that it is a force on speeder bike, carrying power lances.. the engineers are calling for aid!”

Reign paused only briefly, before commanding the troopers with him back to the command outpost.

Once there, his forces in orbit supplied his detachment with speeder bikes. Black and Gold, the Star of the Diarchy gleaming upon Reign’s. “MOUNT UP!” he yelled as dozens of stormtroopers took to their speederbikes and claimed power lances of their own.

“OUR ENEMY WISHES TO FIGHT AS KNIGHTS OF OLD.. LET US SHOW HIM THE POWER OF THE DIARCHY!”
Reign shouted, to cheers and echoes of the code being returned his way.

Speeding towards the line of heavy artillery, Reign saw the enemy. Eliminating some of their following ground forces as he approached.

Soon enough, his men formed a phalanx behind him and he narrowed his gaze at his enemy. Commanding his men forward to clear the span, power lances down.

 

[Rackham]

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|| OPERATION DURGE ||
ATTN : Abraxas Colt | Kazimir Tragovic | Saltare Dothon
LOCATION : Muunilinst | InterGalactic Banking Clan Headquarters

OBJECTIVES :
1. APPREHEND IGBC DEPUTY DIRECTOR Odett Hallisk
2. ACCESS AND DOWNLOAD VITAL DATA CONCERNING IGBC LOCATIONS AND ASSETS

RULES OF ENGAGEMENT : N/A. Inferno Squad is authorized to use any means necessary to accomplish the objective

LICENSE TO KILL : Granted to IGBC Security Personnel and Diarchy Personnel
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[Onrai]

Objective 2
Enemy: Diarch Rellik

As the Diarch entered another one of the office rooms on the world of Entrallen, something smashed into him at high speed perpendicularly to the doorway, sending him into the far wall. It was as though a being had shoulder blocked him, like a stampeding bull whose momentum had seemingly come out of nowhere. Whatever it was, after it had sent him into the wall, it backed off, congealing into a more feminine form still fully lightless barring the two white eyes that stared at Rellik with a cocktail of curiosity and contempt.

"So you're one of the Diarchs the Imperial council spent ages coming to a resolution in response to." Onrai said, falsely exhaling and giving a soft sigh. "I'm not really sure why the Empire's councilors have been so concerned. You just seem like a man who knows the child's play of Sith magic."

How the man responded would be intriguing - this Diarchy was a threat to the Empire, but perhaps it could be subjugated or otherwise made to bent the knee rather than utterly exterminated.

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Muunilinst, Financial District
Objective: 2
Enemies: Diarch Reign



Smoke would billow from the burning wreckage of twisted metal. The speeder cavalry of Detritus Ren had punctured through one of the heavy entrenchment. The verpine power lances destroying almost everything there was in their path. Any trooper that wasn’t lucky enough to be shot, would have been rammed through with both lance and speeder. Detritus himself reveled in the frenzy of it all, his lightsaber hummed in his grasp, eager for more blood of the Diarchy. His speeder stopped, his burning eyes gazed at the handiwork of his destruction. From tanks to walkers, to artillery pieces ready to beat the Imperials back was now a charred, smoking shell of the deadly machines they were.

Detritus felt pleased, his head lowered as if to utter a dark prayer to his God. Speeders continued to swoop around, lances picking off any wounded stragglers that survived the onslaught. His eyes closed suddenly snapped open. He felt the presence of another, at first he thought it was a Jedi but as he focused more on it, a smirk started to spread from ear to ear. “So… That’s what you are?” He questioned to himself, this new tremor in the Force that was filled with darkness. No, it wasn’t a Jedi but someone else was approaching.

After an eerie moment of silence one of the troopers approached him, binoculars in his hand. “Sir, I think you need to see this.” The trooper said, his stoic tone was filled with some slight worry. Detritus didn’t bother to give a response, quickly take the binoculars he looked out towards the distance. He could hear a roar sound off, his eyes narrowed to see a cloud of dust kicked up in front of them. Zooming in with the device, he growled when he saw them emerge through the dust.

“There they are. Riders regroup!!” He shouted out to his lines of swoopmen. The Stormtroopers raced around the burning wreckage, the men formed back into formation with lances raised up. The riders that emerged from the cloud were more visible. The same similar stormtroopers, but the lead rider was something entirely different. The entire line was charging for them, lances already raised down and ready to impact them.

“RIDE NOW!!!” Detritus shouted out. The black armored speeder men would shoot off from the formation, following after Detritus with his lightsaber instead of a lance. The riders regrouping with their barbaric master would lower the lances down ready to strike down the enemy. In seconds both armed groups races towards each other, verpine lances drawn to either side. One persistent look of death remained consistent for either side.

The seconds passed, all sound seemed to fade save for the persistent hum of the speeders charging right for the other. Detritus gritted his teeth, accelerating the bike in one hand, and in the other would grasp his saber tightly. Both sides getting closer to where either one could see the tips of the Verpine lances. Then just at it began with a loud roar of speeders, what followed was a loud clash of the Verpine lances, both sides colliding into each other.

 

[Saltare Dothon]

LOCATION: MUUNILIST | UNDISCLOSED
TAGS: Rackham Abraxas Colt Kazimir Tragovic

Invasions don't happen overnight, they're planned, and planned for a while. Saltare had been on Muunilist for some time now, patiently waiting. When the first steps had been taken to invade, Inferno squadron had been sent and buried within the local population to await for their potential activation. It took time, and it was subtle.

Saltare had arrived in just simple clothes with a few credits, another weary traveler, or even tourist, visiting this economic powerhouse of a planet. More money flowed from this planet than Saltare could even dream of spending in ten lifetimes, and it showed. Luxury was everywhere, fancy speeders, ships, clothes, food; you name it, Muunilist had it.

When he first arrived he could feel how out of place he would be if he was here for anything other than business. He mingled where he was needed, showed his face in common areas and bars to ease possible suspicion, and coordinated efforts to bring in the rest of Inferno Squadron and their gear.

In the time he had before the invasion began, Saltare and his squad wondered the streets; charting potential pathways, choke-points, hold-outs, areas of least interest, vantage points and a myriad of other objectives he would relay when the invasion began. Inferno squadron also laid the groundwork on how best to invade the most secure areas of the Financial District, and more importantly, how to get inside the most secure buildings within that district when the time came.

Saltare was cleaning his gear and weapons when the first comm came letting him know the invasion was imminent. Nothing overt, just a simple chime on his device. Even if intercepted it held no information, just a blank message, one message among untold millions coming and going from Muunilist daily. It was also re-routed through the holo-network more times than anyone could feasibly backtrack by the time the Empire arrived.

He prepared, but he waited, he was not needed for now.

A second chime. Saltare, along with several other members of Inferno Squadron, raised their holo-devices and pressed the activation key. After decrypting the message, a simple picture appeared of a Muun, Odett Hallisk , with simple instructions:

OBJECTIVES :
1. APPREHEND IGBC DEPUTY DIRECTOR Odett Hallisk
2. ACCESS AND DOWNLOAD VITAL DATA CONCERNING IGBC LOCATIONS AND ASSETS

RULES OF ENGAGEMENT : N/A. Inferno Squad is authorized to use any means necessary to accomplish the objective

LICENSE TO KILL : Granted to IGBC Security Personnel and Diarchy Personnel​

Inferno Squadron began their preparations, and the hunt for their target began.

 

[Laphisto]

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Laphisto stood at the glasteel viewport of the Edaar-class Star Destroyer, his gaze locked on the battlefield as the fleets of Marlon Sularen and Max Sinn moved into range, their weapons targeting one of his heavy cruisers. Turning away from the viewport, he strode to the command console and began issuing rapid orders to the bridge crew. once he detected Ali Kare and her fleet arrive within the system he extended his battle meditation towards them ensuring they would operate with precision once fully engaged.

"Have the Entr'an face the incoming barrage, Minimize their profile make them as small a target as possible. Divert all power to their shields. Ready the Ghildora and Bhinto to intercept any enemy fire if the Entr'an's shields begin to fail or they start taking hull damage. Rotate ships as needed to spread the strain evenly across the line."

Turning to the tactical map, his clawed finger traced the enemy's formation. "Now, let's return the favor. Focus fire on one of their Star Destroyers. I want every mass driver, ion cannon, and turbolaser we have to open up on that target. Once its shields collapse, redirect the ion cannons to a new target. Deploy the shield poppers to positions where they can fire effectively and maintain cover for the fleet."

As the crew acknowledged his orders, a communications officer stepped forward. "Sir, the Trade Federation has ignored our call. What are your orders?"

Laphisto paused, his chin resting on his hand for a moment as he thought. A subtle flick of his tail signaled his decision.as he got an idea. noticing that the ships of Teegota Tuuk were moving towards Shan Pellian "Send another transmission toward the Trade Federation, but this time encode it with our actual intent. It's not for them—it's for Admiral Kare. Embed the message: 'Find flagship. Locate weak points.' Ensure the Trojan protocol is in place, just in case the Trade Federation decides to open the message."

Returning to the battle unfolding outside, Laphisto added, "Order the strike force to continue disabling Entrallan defensive positions. If the Trade Federation starts firing on them, have the ships fall back. We'll adapt and strike when the timing is right—we're not here to waste resources unnecessarily."

The bridge buzzed with activity as his orders were carried out, every officer moving with practiced efficiency. both false and real communications running through the antari carrying the virus, ensuring anyone who intercepted or decoded the messaged would have a nasty surprise awaiting them.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Location: Muunilinst, Financial District
Tags: Onrai
Objective 2

The Diarch believed he was moving through the facility well. He avoided machine guards and used Qâzoi Kyantuska to manipulate the sensors of any that had acknowledged him.

Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched by another. Something much stronger than the basic machines that were in the tower. As Rellik entered another room he was hit from the side by what felt like a vehicle smashing into him. Lifting him and sending him several meters into the nearby wall. The attack came out of nowhere and rattled him for a moment.

"So you're one of the Diarchs the Imperial council spent ages coming to a resolution in response to." Onrai said, falsely exhaling and giving a soft sigh. "I'm not really sure why the Empire's councilors have been so concerned. You just seem like a man who knows the child's play of Sith magic."

The voice came from an enigmatic being, as dark as deep space except for its bright white eyes. The only thing the Diarch could formulate about it is that it appeared to be feminine.

"I guess spending ages on it should be considered an honor." He rose, wiping the dust off of his robes.

"I am surprised a being like yourself even listens to the Sith council." He laughed, he could not mimic the entities power but to use Dun Möch he made his eyes bright white with illusion (A ploy at mocking his opponents visage) and ignited his saber. Taking the stance of Soresu to give him time to gauge his opponents strengths.

This was no basic Sith. Its aura was akin to searching the beyond-shadows. It was a nexus of the force in its own right, but how? Rellik's mind was ablaze with anticipation for the battle and with ways to win it.

"I can sense your power, now show me it. Come, I will give you the test you seek"

The Diarch would force-kick a piece of rubble at the creature to test if it was real, an illusion, or could be hit with physical objects at all.

Tags: Onrai