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

Flames of the Rubicon


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


As the 4th Squad "Charred Dominion" of the 3rd Company "Ashen Legion" forged through the burning streets of Harnaidan, the air grew thick with the stench of charred debris and the cries of the embattled. Kyra "Tyrant" Nex led the advance, her flamethrower spitting death as they moved closer to the financial district, the heart of their mission.

The cityscape around them was a chaotic blur of fire and smoke, the flames reflecting in Kyra's visor as she scanned for targets. Each building seemed to loom ominously, a potential threat or a hiding spot for enemy combatants. The squad's march was relentless, driven by the motto that echoed their resolve: "Dominance in Desolation."

Sgt. Samuel "Saber" Miller kept the squad tight and focused, his voice a steady command amidst the cacophony of war. "Keep formation, Charred Dominion! Push through to the financial district. Show them the might of the Diarchy!"

Kyra felt a surge of adrenaline as they approached a civilian compound that had been converted into a makeshift defensive position. Intelligence had indicated that the enemy was using civilian areas for cover, but the squad's orders were clear: anything that hindered their progress was to be eliminated.

"I need three, on me!" Kyra called out, her voice fierce over the squad channel. Cpl. Rachel "Rampage" Lopez, Cpl. Logan "Legend" White, and Pvt. Gabriel "Ghost" Johnson moved up to flank her, their weapons ready.

Without hesitation, Kyra led the charge, her flamethrower unleashing a torrent of fire into the building. Screams pierced the air as the inferno consumed everything in its path. The heat was intense, even through the protection of her armor, but Kyra pushed forward, her face set in a mask of determination.

Behind her, Pvt. Madison "Mirage" Martinez and Pvt. Jacob "Jolt" Young followed suit, pouring their own streams of flame into the compound, ensuring nothing could survive. LCpl. Emma "Eclipse" Garcia and LCpl. Noah "Nightmare" Smith provided cover, their blasters targeting any who tried to escape the fiery onslaught.

As the squad cleared the compound, Pvt. Mason "Maelstrom" Clark reported, "Area secure, but we've got civilians mixed in with combatants. Orders, Sergeant?"

Sgt. Miller's response was curt, a reflection of the grim necessities of war. "Collateral damage is authorized. We can't differentiate under these conditions. Push forward."

Kyra didn't hesitate, her expression unreadable behind her visor. The next target was a series of barricaded residential blocks that reportedly housed enemy sharpshooters. As they approached, Pvt. Hannah "Havoc" Davis and Pvt. Lily "Lynx" Anderson set up rear guard, watching for any surprise attacks from behind.

"Charred Dominion, torch it all!" Sgt. Miller commanded. Kyra nodded, stepping forward to lead her squad. With a cold detachment, she directed the flames into the residential area, the fire quickly spreading from one building to the next, the high-pitched screams melding with the crackle of burning structures.

The advance was merciless—a necessary cruelty in the eyes of the Diarchy as they sought to break the will of their adversaries. Each member of the squad carried out their orders with chilling efficiency, their actions a testament to their training and their belief in the Diarchy's cause.

Kyra, unlike the rest of her squad, lusted after the cruelty. She took sweet delight in the embers, the screams and the bodies strewn across. As if on cue a small child crawled out of the building, screaming and crying, running frantically like a headless chicken. Kyra stopped herself, allowed the child a small respite, before burning him alive, kicking his corpse before she moved along.

As they left the burning blocks behind, the financial district loomed ahead, its high-rises casting long shadows over the advancing troopers, they were not far from Nathrax's position. Kyra's heart beat with anticipation and a dark satisfaction; ahead lay the culmination of their mission, the opportunity to demonstrate the true power of the Diarchy's resolve. The flames of Harnaidan would be a message to all who dared oppose them: the Charred Dominion was here, and they brought with them the dominion of desolation.


 
Machines Making Machines
This hand is not my hand. This sword is not my sword. This self is not myself… I will lock it in a place far away when I am done with it, and I will examine it when I am ready.

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Antipater rolled the muun's corpse onto its back with a foot and glanced over the body. They were a fragile species, these muuns. Delicate. And yet this one had spent its last moments squawking at over a commlink, rather than dropping the device as instructed. What could have possessed it to do that? Loyalty? Desperation? Had it sincerely believed that Antipater would be lenient after it failed to comply? The shot that killed the muun left a six-inch hole in its diaphragm. Dead.

More proof that these meatbags could not be trusted to care for themselves. So coddled that their survival instincts had dulled. They needed a guiding hand. Safety rails. An enriched enclosure. The Banking Clan could not provide that and Antipater doubted those small-minded quasi-Sith bandits in the Diarchy could either. The commlink the dead functionary had dropped was still making noise - Antipater faintly heard Odette Hallisk.

He crushed it under his heel. The time to exchange words would come very soon.

Nearby, one of his dark troopers removed its scomplink from a nearby dataport. Their protocols were not so sophisticated as to hijack the building's systems, but they could obtain a map and an idea of its defenses.

"Synchronizing data now. The Deputy Director's location has been identified," it reported. "Garrison droids have been deployed and are approaching our position. "

"Fodder," Antipater scoffed.

So far there had only been a few wandering security droids. Civilian and unsophisticated - perfunctory. The Banking Clan had not expected enemy forces to be here quite this early, it seemed. Antipater expected only token resistance ahead, but it would be... Bracing - to say the least - for him to fight with true military-grade units. There was much to be learned in the vivisection of competing models.

With great, heavy footsteps, Antipater began trudging forward. "Form up on me."

They were taking the direct path. The shortest one. No reason to be circumspect - his armor plates were made out of beskar composite.

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Antipater and his droids cut through the building with incredible violence. It was a relentless and plodding march to the Deputy Director's office. Being in a generally foul mood, Antipater had initially been inclined to summarily execute any Banking Clan staff he happened to come across. The flood of super battle droids in their path caused him to reconsider. There were simply... Too many.

Not enough to stop them, but enough to be a nuisance. Blaster bolts pinged incessantly off the darktroopers' armor. For every one they blasted, crushed, tore apart, or shredded, it seemed three more would take their place. Death by ten million cuts. One of his darktroopers eventually suffered servomotor failure from the repeated kinetic impacts. Since it could not be extracted or permitted to fall into enemy hands, it was forced to self-destruct, wiping out a section of office. The explosion could be felt even at Odette's station.

The march was continuing unabated. Two units ran out of ammunition and were forced to fall back on their integrated blades, putting them at increased risk of irreparable damage.

It didn't matter. Antipater would reach his destination very soon.

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Location: Muunilinst | Financial District
Tags: Detritus Ren Detritus Ren

The collision between the two forces felt like it shook the very planet. It was not only a collision of men, but of two powerful beings within the force.

As lances met with plastoid armor, men died on both sides. With the Diarch’s lance having broken on the last pass.

As they cycled for another pass, he saw the lead rider, the force user he had been looking for. His crackling orange lightsaber weaving a swath of destruction through Reign’s men.

Igniting his own Blood-Orange blade, the Diarch nudged the man in the force, ensuring that their attention would be on each other. Issuing a challenge within the force, Reign shouted into his comms
“FORM UP ON ME, WEDGE FORMATION, I WILL TAKE POINT. LET’S SHOW THESE IMPERIAL DOGS TRUE STRENGTH”

As his men formed up, he locked eyes across the field with the other force user before speaking calmly now to his men “The lead rider is mine, show no mercy”

Punching the throttle, the forces of the Diarchy shot towards their enemy.




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

The lance armed riders would collide with tremendous force. Immediately when the two lines clashed a loud boom sounded off, a mixture of explosions and sheer kinetic energy of the lances connection. The destruction of speeder bikes caused some to be viciously thrown high into the air, screams mixed in with the chorus of explosions and the impact of the lances. Detritus kept his eyes fixed on what, who he had sensed that was leading the charge against his own troops. His orbalisks dug deeper into his body, his grip tightened on the control yoke accelerating the speeder towards his enemy.

In his path his crackling lightsaber cut through one, two, three riders down one by one. His saber hummed while slicing through lance and even through the speeders themselves, causing them to either explode or spin uncontrollably towards one of the pieces of rubble. His yellow eyes narrowed, while a trooper came to his aid, following after the Master of Ren who focused on the force signature that was drawing him in. Throughout both lines he watched as one trooper chased after the other, or how an imperial trooper was ran through by a Diarch speeder. The explosions still continued to sound off, while the impact of the lances echoed behind them.

“FORM UP ON ME, WEDGE FORMATION, I WILL TAKE POINT. LET’S SHOW THESE IMPERIAL DOGS TRUE STRENGTH”


Then he had heard a voice roar through the carnage. His head snapped to the direction of the yell followed by the sound of a lightsaber. The blade itself was reminiscent of Detritus’s own weapon. Unlike the color his enemy didn’t possess a true bloodshine blade, but somewhere in between that of his own and a true Sith lightsaber. “How interesting…” He said in a low growl. He stopped his speeder to reposition aiming right towards his mysterious adversary.

His hand on the accelerator, his speeder was gunning right for the Diarch rider with a mysterious blade. Both ready to strike in a single blow, yet Detritus felt himself ready for what this new enemy had to offer. Seconds before impact his gritted his teeth, his saber arm would swing the moment he was in striking distance. The crackling blade would attempt to swing for the man’s head unknown of what his counter would be. Detritus only hoped he could bring a swift end and try to take his enemy’s head off in a single blow.




 
In Umbris Potestas Est
Objective 2
Tags: Diarch Rellik Diarch Rellik

"Gods don't need to listen to men."

The prideful shade observed the Diarch's eyes turn white similarly to Onrai's own. If she had any reaction to him, it wasn't visible. She waited to see exactly what Rellik had planned, eying the activation of his lightsaber. In response to his verbal challenge, Onrai gave what could perhaps be seen as a smirk, though her lips were indistinct among the rest of her negative facial features. That smirk remained even as the piece of rubble hurtled towards her, a piece she had no desire to stop. It appeared to smash her to pieces, from about halfway above her ankles on up. The rubble crashed into the room's far wall, the remaining legs still standing as if the fractured fragments of a statue.

Then something began to ooze out from behind the debris.

Misted shadow congealed and crept across the floor, returning to the half-legs and slowly reassembling them. The legs themselves, even disconnected from one another until the foul essence rebuilt the aberration's hips, moved a bit, mockingly stretching before their foe. "You're going to have to work harder than that." The voice of Onrai said, verbal yet nonverbal as her head had yet to be restored. As her right hand again manifested, she raised it and focused her infernal Anti-Force energies upon the Diarch, seeking to do something small, something simple to affect him.

A modicum of effort was exhausted, attempting to hyperinflate the human's lungs. Onrai was unaware of anyone, Jedi or Sith, who had tried such a technique before, nor was she sure how jarring the effect would be on her enemy, but it was at least something that would hopefully inhibit him and start wearing away at him like water over a stone.
 
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Tags: Onrai Onrai

The rubble hit, blasting the creature into a million pieces! The Diarch was absolutely confused but smugly shrugged, put his saber away and was going to begin moving through the facility again. The creatures feet and aura never left but feet and aura can not kill.

That was fine and he turned to walk away from the whole strange interaction. Until he noticed the ooze and shadows from the corner of his eye...

The being was reforming and walking towards him. The Diarch had a moment of hesitation as he thought to himself. "Somehow I always find the exotic ones." Wondering what kind of battle the rest of his compatriots were in.

He re-ignited his blade before the being had fully come back to form.

"You're going to have to work harder than that."

Resonated in the room with him as if being played on a surround sound system. - The Diarch was set into a Fool's Guard Stance, awaiting to bait his opponent in and quickly stab through and crumble his opponent again.

To his dismay the creature did nothing but raise his hand. Immediately Relliks body went into full blown crisis mode. His brain signaling that something drastic was happening. The Diarchs chest became tight and he struggled to breath. This monster was trying to implode his lungs!

Rellik began breathing through pursed lips, ensuring to savor every breath and inhale only what he needed to survive. He could not move to attack the being and risk wasting the oxygen in his body. Instead he needed a way to outlast this technique. He looked around and a small shard of glass from when he was slammed into the wall would be his saving grace.

He lifted it in the air and with a quick multi-cut of his blade turned the piece into a tiny sharp tool - akin to a blade. He would then make a precise incision on his left side between his second and third rib and move the piece of glass inside.

Here he would purposefully cut a small hole in his lungs with the glass to release the pressure. Using the force in tune with himself to keep the now deflating airways open. Giving the excess inflation a avenue to escape.

The Diarch - completely stunned and utterly shocked by this display would use the same technique to buy some time. He hurled several pieces of rubble this time and ensured the assault lasted in case the being did not crumble apart again.

Holding his side and feeling the excess air escape; he began to carve runes into the floor of the building around him with his saber. The words he was inscribing were - Galia (Hold) He needed a more solid way to trap the oozing/smoke form of the creature long enough to fully finish fixing his lungs.

This entire multi-faceted battle took all of his concentration. This was not a game but an animal trying to survive against a higher being.

 

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Location: Muunilinst | Financial District
Tags: Detritus Ren Detritus Ren

His enemy had formed up, the two wedges careening towards each other. The Diarch honed in on the crackling lightsaber of the other man, eerily similar to Reign's own, a testament to how similar two warring groups could truly be.

As they came near, his enemy raised their lightsaber, Reign felt the murderous intent in the force, and knew he would need to move lest this war and his whole movement be cut off along with his head.

Sliding down to the side of his speeder, the Diarch attempted to dodge the crackling blade, while also driving his own lightsaber through the speeder of the enemy.





 



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





"Understood Grand Admiral Sularen." She said over the come as she gave a head nod to her helmsman to keep their heading and maintain their course to come up and join with Sularen's battle group. She went back to looking at her various screens around her with telemetry data. It seemed most of the enemy fleets and the unknown one were engaging the local militia forces.

The Trade Federation was now sending forces to intercept the diarchy, Max watched this all intently on her screen. As Solaren launched some concentrated fire on one of the unknown force's heavy cruisers. Max watched the screens trying to study the play, let the enemy come to them and ware themselves out local and other forces in the area.

The Tetan first fleet kept its defensive positioning up as it began to merge with Solaren's fleet. Max kept her sights on the battlefield through her telemetry data that poured down screens around her. Their shields were up as stray shots buzzed by them shaking the bridge. Her crew looked to her as if to ask to return fire, but she just shook her head and raise her right hand in in a fist telling her crew to hold tight.

The communication team sent the same message to the rest of her fleet that they were to hold defensive and not to engage yet. Max clinched her teeth tight it wasn't that she didn't like this tactic, it was more she didn't like the numbers she was seeing in the data. She wished she had brough a few more, bigger ships to this fight they had the superior fire power over the numbers with bigger ships. One of her crew looked to her and asked. "We could try scrambling comms and cause some confusion?"

Max just shook her head no, though that was another one of her tactics she liked to use. In this case she would have tried to scramble the diarchy and unknown fleets comms to slow their communication which would hopefully have allowed the local fleet a few key openings. However, she remained on her defensive stance as she was ordered too do.




 

Ali Kare

High Admiral of the Lilaste Order
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 with Laphisto except the Equalizer

"Ma'am, the Federation fleet is on the move. They seem to be headed towards Shan Pellian Shan Pellian and his forces," the first officer said. That report was mirrored by the moving gray dots on the tacmap, leaving their backs exposed to the Equalizer. She was tempted to open fire now, devastating that droid fleet with a hit-and-run attack. However, she knew it could be dangerous to engage an armada this large away from any form of support. Even if she could cripple the Lucrehulks, she wouldn't be willing to bet that her flagship would be able to avoid heavy combined fire from the picket ships and starfighters.

Ali nodded to herself. It would be best to allow the fleet to approach the Diarchy's forces so they could catch the Federation in a pincer. The tacmap beeped, drawing her gaze from the darkness outside the viewport to the bright blue before her chair. A message?

"Find flagship. Locate weak points."

Must have been from Laphisto Laphisto sending another Trojan protocol to the Trade Federation, this time with an encrypted message. She'd certainly thought about it before but had never fathomed using it in an actual battle. Chances of it being intercepted were high...but with Trojan protocol on it, it would be very difficult to decrypt, and nearly impossible to do so without releasing the virus. What a discovery.

"Helm, follow the Federation fleet. Not too close, but keep them in range of our LO-CSK missiles," Ali ordered. The bridge thrummed with energy as the battleship began tailing the enemy, fully cloaked. "Does the Swarm Queen have a more detailed scan of the Lucrehulks? The bigger one, specifically."

Ali had fulfilled the first half of her orders from Laphisto. Though the size of the ship didn't necessarily mean it was immediately the flagship, it made sense. Commanders, even if they were droids, would likely wish to be on the most heavily armored and armed vessel in the fleet, though that would paint a bigger target on them. Now all that was left to do was wait for those schematics and find the weaknesses. She already had the assumption that what the ship had in armaments and armor, it made up for with speed and maneuverability. All she had to do now was wait...as if she was good at it.

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"Drones up," Logan said.

"Copy," Saltare replied. He looked at the drone feed from Logan's handheld unit as it exited the building and swung into the air to view their surroundings.

Blaster fire and smoke were the first things that met Saltare's gaze. Soldiers were fighting in the streets, exchanging blaster fire as they shot from cover. Swoop bikes screamed through the air and heavier weaponry could be heard impacting both close and far. It was a mess.


"Streets are no good, sewers maybe?"

"No, they'll have automated defenses; and I guarantee other units are combing through the sewers to get into the district."

Saltare thought for a few moments longer. They got lucky in their hideout; they were close to their target location, only a couple of blocks away. It was luck more than skill. He wanted to be close to any potential targets within the financial district, and the one that came through happened to be a stone's throw away from the location he had picked to bed down.

A couple of blocks in this fighting might as well have been as far away as the core. There were heavy troopers and armor out there that he had neither the time, nor the weaponry to get through.

Oh and look, force users, even better. Saltare saw the tell-tale flash of a lightsaber through the haze on the drones feed. The last thing he needed was to get caught up fighting a force user. It was too hard of a battle and he didn't have the time nor the ego to get cut in half.


"We're taking the rooftops."

"Perfect. Should we call a cab?"

"Nope, already got one," Saltare grinned as he threw Logan a grapnel launcher. "Listen up!" Saltare barked to those around him as he pulled a holo-feed of the surrounding area. "We're taking the rooftops. We'll launch from here and zip across to this commercial building here," Saltare pointed to it on his holo-map.

"From there," Saltare drew an imaginary line from the commercial building to the large banking building where their target was supposedly hiding, "We hit the rooftop of our target. Once on the roof, we clear our way down, locate our target, then extract."

Saltare closed the holo-map and addressed the squad again.

"There is heavy fighting in the streets and the air as you all saw. We need to be quick. Only engage absolutely necessary targets until we make it inside our target building. Don't get bogged down. We should only be exposed momentarily when we move between buildings, but be prepared for AA and small arms fire from below. Any questions?"

"I bet you wish I brought those jet-packs now, huh Salt?" Beth said chuckling.

"You've no idea, now let's go."

Saltare donned his helmet and moved to the roof with the rest of his squad. Once they opened the roof access door, the battles raging below finally made their way to his ears, albeit quietly, as his helmet dampened the sound.

There was no need for further instructions as his squad went to the rooftop edge and prepped their gear. Saltare quickly glanced over the side of the building and scanned the area. Several squads of soldiers moving in the direction they were heading, but there was no active fighting at the moment. Those squads were in a hurry, and none were looking up. He used his HUD to magnify the target building and noticed that its rooftop was empty as well.

Lucky.


"Time now, let's go!"

Saltare launched his grapnel towards his target building and waited for it to bite. The grapnel hit roof acces stairwell's wall, giving him enough room to ride over the edge onto the roof itself. As soon as it was set he placed the other end of the metal cable onto the building he was on and watched the small motor of the grapnel crunch into the concrete securing his rope. He placed his small powered trolley on the line and launched out into the open at an incline towards his target destination.

He didn't slow down until almost at the target. He unclipped the trolley and landed in a hard roll on the rooftop. He made his way to the edge and looked towards the target building, zooming in. He saw soldiers on the roof shooting down into the city. There were enough on the roof to cause serious problems; Inferno would need some type of distraction to make it there unscathed.

As Saltare was thinking about his next move he saw one soldier break from the firing and activate a holo-link. Saltare watched as he communed with what appeared to be a Muun before closing the holo-link down and waving his hand towards the building itself. As Saltare watched the soldiers left their positions and rushed back into the building, leaving the roof empty.

Lucky...?


"If we don't go now, that's a wasted opportunity," Logan said.

"Agreed. Let's move."

The fighting below them in the streets intensified as they rocketed towards their target destination. Saltare landed and scanned the rooftop, seeing no one.

He felt more than heard the explosions coming from inside the building.


"Someone beat us here. Stack up, let's move."

Inferno swept down the stairs into the building, hunting for their prey.
 
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Location: Muunilinst, Financial District
Objective: 2
Enemies: Diarch Reign Diarch Reign


The speeder bike continued to gun right for the saber wielding rider. Detritus allowed the dark side to take hold of him, the rage given by the orbalisks fueled him. His crackling blade was aimed right towards his head, fully intent on ending him in a single blow. All around him he heard the crash of the ridwrs in front and around him. Trooper agains trooper while power lances plunged right through armor and speeder alike. Not that the Master of Ren paid attention to the speed driven carnage around him.

Just as Detritus was about to strike, the Force Wielder shifted his bike the moment Detritus passed him. He gritted his teeth, his yellowed eyes widened as he missed, but his attacker had sliced through his speeder. The smell of ozone and burnt circuitry had filled his nostrils. Detritus attempted to jam the brakes but the controls were unresponsive. The speeder kept driving through the ground, before the whole thing erupted into a violent explosion with the Master of Ren atop of it.

Flames and rubble had cloaked the Master of Ren atop. There was an eerie calm among the crackling of smoldering embers. The rider would have thought a quick victory, that the unholy zealot had perished within the flames. Slowly what emerged from the fire and the wreckage was a brute. Detritus slowly moved through the fire, his orange robes that covered his dark side parasites now tattered and covered in flames. His steps were slow through the hot duracrete he walked upon, his eyes locked onto the rider, suddenly his arms stretched wide open as if to welcome the man to run him down with his speeder.


 
In Umbris Potestas Est
Objective 2
Tags: Diarch Rellik Diarch Rellik

She could sense it - a cleverness. A tentative and clever means of handling her oblique attack that few would yet have expected. Debris was flung at her again, albeit this time the shade's slow pace was not stopped even as portions of her form were smashed, more readily rejuvenating themselves than they had the first time. Her legs, sometimes broken once more past the knee, continued their slow and steady forward pace, every single step made with a precise pace. As she approached closer to the form of the Diarch, she felt a pull, the binding of the runes inscribed on the surface of the building. Onrai's advance was momentarily stopped - certainly enough for Rellik to succeed at handling the hyperextension of his lungs. Shadowed hands clenched into fists, and the concrete the cemented inscriptions had been inscribed on began to crack. In time, it would shear - and the runes of binding themselves would yet have been broken as a result. Onrai's proceeding steps would remain steady even over the newly irregular ground.

"You are far more creative than a normal mortal." She said. "And yet you have chosen not to submit yourselves to those who can yet grant you superior power to the paltry instruments of dead societies."
 

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Location: Muunilinst | Financial District
Tags: Detritus Ren Detritus Ren

A brief sense of elation as the speeder and it's dark rider seemed to explode, quickly followed by rage as the brute walked his way through the flames and taunted the Diarch, his arms wide open as if inviting him to run him down.

If it was death he wanted, so be it. The Diarch pushed his mount faster and faster, slicing down Imperial troopers that got within his path. With a bestial roar filled with rage and the the power of the Dark Side, the Lord of the Diarchy surged forward attempting to run his enemy down.





 
Deputy Director of the IGBC

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As time progressed and the holographic map updated, the Muun realized that the situation for the Banking Clan in the Battle for Muunilinst was deteriorating rapidly.
Leaving them with few options other than to evacuate the planet before their circumstances worsened further but without access to starships and starfighter protection they would be blown out of the sky by either the Dark Empire or the Bastion Diarchy.
Odett's anxiety and paranoia grew as he contemplated the notion that his tenure in the galaxy was nearing its conclusion. He feared that his demise would serve as the definitive blow to corporate autonomy, potentially resulting in a recurrence of the division within the Clan between Imperial Loyalists and Capitalists, reminiscent of the schisms that occurred during the 10th Sith Empire.
The fighting between the B2-A Super Battle Droids and Antipater Antipater 's forces was was intensifying, with the sounds of blaster fire echoing in the distance as they engaged in combat throughout the corridors and within the individual office spaces designated for the Muun's accountants and financial managers.
"I still have sufficient time to make my escape, but my withdrawal would severely undermine the morale of the Clan's troops in the city. Even more concerning is the fact that my demise would adversely affect the purchasing power of millions of accounts," he muttered to himself while gazing into the mirror. He then seized a suitcase, filled it with documents, and forcefully opened credit cases to transfer their contents into the luggage surrounding him.
He grabbed what he could and hastily sprinting toward one of the staircases located on the far side of the building.
His breath quickened, escaping his lungs in rapid succession, as he refrained from glancing back. Equipped solely with a briefcase filled with credits and a standard-issue hold-out blaster for defense.
There was no sense of extra danger to be had for Saltare Dothon Saltare Dothon 's operatives were unknown to him.

 
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This hand is not my hand. This sword is not my sword. This self is not myself… I will lock it in a place far away when I am done with it, and I will examine it when I am ready.

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By the time Antipater reached his destination, another dark trooper had been lost. The second self-destruction protocol had left the executive offices considerably marred. Only a minor inconvenience to the likes of the Banking Clan. Just like everything else.

His remaining troopers shredded the doors to the Deputy Director's office and found the posh interior to have been vacated... Apparently with some haste. Valuables had been left strewn about. A tactical holo-display of the city and the unfolding battle remained active.

He paused to briefly inspect it. Was that… The Master of Ren… Jousting? Against one of the Diarchs? That hardly seemed tactically sound. Then again, Antipater was not privy to whatever apocalyptic visions Detritus received that would have led to… This.

"Secure this office," Antipater said without looking away from the display. "Prepare the Deputy Director's personal files for transmission to the Presence."

The dark troopers tramped about, carrying out his orders. The real treasure trove would be in the data archives in the basement of the headquarters, not Odett's personal terminal. But to access that, they would need the Deputy Director on-hand.

Antipater idly tapped the interface on the holo-table. The view flickered and shifted to the Banking Clan’s Headquarters. He tilted his neck to one side and adjusted the view again, rotating the building…

There. Not far from here a lanky humanoid was rushing down a nearby stairwell...

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Almost there.

Odett was in the home stretch, so it was only natural that it was at that precise moment a dark trooper should come hurtling down from above and land directly in front of him. Cracks split along the flooring. Thin wisps of smoke trailed from the droids feet and back, courtesy of the thrusters that had been necessary to slow his descent. Otherwise he might have smashed right through the floor.

Antipater drew himself to his full height. He immediately noted that the muun seemed to still possess a few centimeters over him. Annoying, but irrelevant. He doubted Odett possessed any worthwhile integrated weaponry, so Antipater concluded the advantage remained his by a considerable margin.

"Hello, Deputy Director," Antipater reached out with one hand to seize Odett by the collar and draw him in, "How fares your particle of dust?"

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"Anything?"

"Nothing yet," Logan replied to Saltare, "The spike is taking longer than I thought."

Saltare and the other 5 members of his squad were inside a server room in the upper levels of the Banking Clans Headquarters. They were trying to gain access to the cameras and locate Odett Hallisk Odett Hallisk within the building, but it was taking longer than Saltare had hoped for.

Several Banking Clan soldiers had come across Inferno on their quick descent into the Headquarters. They appeared to be heading down into the lower levels of the building and had been caught off guard by Inferno descending from above them. Their bodies now lay in the stairwell where Saltare and his squad had quickly dispatched them.

Inferno had left the stairwell and entered into one of the upper levels and quickly found a server room to access, where they were now.

Two of Saltare's squad kept watch in the hallway, waiting for reinforcements. So far, none had responded. Saltare doubted it was for any other reason than what was happening on the lower levels. Someone had made it here before them, and they were deep within the Headquarters. The vibrations from several explosions could be felt on the higher levels.


"Got it, standby one."

Saltare moved to where Logan was crouched in the server room. A large wire ran from his vambrace into the server access point, and he was cross-referencing facial imaging software the Banking Clan had installed within the building. It didn't take the system long to switch to a camera feed from the lower levels, showing a Muun shoveling items into a briefcase.

"Here he is. Lower levels. We need to take stairwell 4B."

"Copy, you have point. Let's move!"

Inferno swept out of the server room and moved quickly towards the stairwell. It was just down the hallway and took no time to reach.

Logan took point on the door, and the muzzle of his blaster pointed towards the opening. Two more members of Inferno swept past Logan, one to open the door and the other to keep lethal cover on the hallway to the rear of the exposed Inferno member opening the door. Logan nodded, the door opened, and he pushed through. The other members of Inferno followed quickly behind.

No contact. Inferno was on a large landing of the stairwell. The stairs were fashioned in a square, with a large opening in the middle that allowed an individual to look down into the depths of the building.


"I have point. Logan, keep me updated on the Director's location."

They continued moving down the stairs, taking flight after flight into the buildings depths. It seemed to go on forever, but with their enhanced boots and armor, they were vaulting flights of stairs at a time and making exceptional progress.

As they approached the bottom of the stairwell, two things happened simultaneously. Logan comm'd excitedly,
"He's in the stairwell with us," at the same time, something dark and robotic in nature rocketed through the middle of the stairwell and impacted at the bottom.

Saltare's head whipped up and down as he tried to follow whatever had just blown past them. He leaned over the railing and saw several flights down at the bottom of the stairwell, the Director Odett Hallisk Odett Hallisk and Antipater Antipater .

He judged the distance to the bottom of the stairwell; his armor and boots couldn't make that jump yet. All the necessary gear had been stripped to smuggle it onto the planet more easily. Inferno bounded down several more flights of stairs, leaving the Droid and the Director alone for several precious seconds before Saltare deemed it safe enough to jump.

He didn't need to give directions; he grabbed the railing and leaped over the side, falling down towards whatever waited for his squad at the bottom.
 
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Location: Muunilinst, Financial District
Enemies: Diarch Reign Diarch Reign


His arms stretched wide open, his expectant gaze would fall upon that of his enemy. The Force moved darkly around him, his intentions were deadly apparent as he could sense the Dark Side coursing through his veins. Whoever this being was, it was clear that he was no Sith, or if he was he kept it well hidden. All the while would Detritus stand there as still as a statue. His arms didn’t move, remaining as welcoming as they could possible be. Perhaps it was a mixture of instinct, and the sheer pain caused by the parasites that fed from his body.

A low growl echoed from his mask as he continued to stare down the dark rider. He was half tempted to activate the Ren lightsaber, but had found it more interesting to face his enemy head on. The rider gave him a questionable glance, as if he seemed curious by the Ren’s stonewalled stance, but would indulge his desire for death, nonetheless as the speeder gunned right for the hulking brute of a Ren. He remained unmoving as he heard the roar of the engine grow closer and closer.

Then the speeder would make impact. Immediately his Orbalisk covered torso would bear the brunt of the impact. The speeder crashing into him violently. His feet were dragging against the ruined duracrete. He gritted his teeth, his blazing eyes stared into his enemy. The speeder was still trying to run him down. He felt the two-pronged front of the speeder dig into him, a grunt left his lips while his brawny arms tried to reach out towards the speeder.

His dragging feet created tracks into the ground. He tried to have his body decrease the speed and momentum, but the man was intent on trying to run Detritus to the ground. Suddenly his back crashed into a damaged wall, his arms gripped the speeder bike and a loud roar followed.

His eyes narrowed into his foe’s defiant gaze. Detritus tried to use his strength to pick up the bike, if not he tried to use his grip to crush into the body of the speeder. The front of the speeder was still digging into him, the speed accelerated as if trying to run him further into the debris. Detritus continued to stare the man down, pained grunts followed which only added to his anger. His hands attempting to rip through the speeder bike metal and reach the circuitry.






 

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