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Junction The Final Countdown - AC/NIO/EE/GA/Enclave/BotM Junction of Dromund Kaas/Centares/Lutrilla/Aruza/Hypori/empty hex above Sposia

In Umbris Potestas Est
Bridge, enemy Nebulon-B corvette

“Not here, evidently.” Said the apparition, clearly quite cross. Yet here was a woman who clearly seemed off. Different from the normalcy that she had expected. Yet perhaps there was an opportunity to more effectively deal these predators a blow from which they could not so easily recover.

The apparition swiftly moved to grab Sasmay by the wrist, and with a firm tug pulled her into its black essence. The shadow lingered on the bridge, glistening white eyes within it daring anyone else who was a part of the bridge crew to try and save their captain before slowly dissipating amongst the shadows of the bridge.

All the while the Thule continued to fire more shots at it again and again in an attempt to disable the ship longer term.

Sasmay Cull Sasmay Cull
 
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Objective I: Found a fight, prepare for it.
Location: New Kaas City, Dromund Kaas
Equipment: Lightsaber, Voidsaber
Allies: BOTM, NIO
Enemies: AC/EE/GA/Enclave
Tags: Stone Gra'tua Stone Gra'tua


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The air hung heavy with ozone and the agony subsided, Stone was down, but the Ubese stayed where he was, not making a move just yet, no need. his Lightning did the painful torture all itself. He wanted to strike with more of the same thing but was halted as the Warrior got up again. Tenacious little karker.

Got 'im, that looked like that hurt, Superious smiled under his helm with smug satisfaction, he had to fight off a searing wave of agony from his ruined arm. He'll be glad to put this Mando down once and for all. He was not prepared for the missile hurtling towards him. He slid off the roof as the shockwave hit, the tiles rained down like hail, making a dull ringing noise as they hit his own helmet. He braced with his legs to stop him from pitching forwards and forcing the use of his right arm. His advantage was gone, but, in equal terms, he can strike from his position too. So it wasn't a terrible loss.

But he needed to get the Bucket head to come to him, then strike him down, he can't risk getting caught with those forsaken Crushgaunts again. He had wondered, would it be an advantage to take them for himself? Probably, he'll have to decide when the time comes. Keeping his cards close to his chest he wanted to lead Stone to a different part of the city but he wanted to pull him into the equal footing, which may actually give Superious a chance to see what his Voidsaber can do to a person.

So he channelled the force into his remaining hand and tried to pull Stone off the roof with Force Pull. He wanted to box him in a bit and to run the father through. End this as he needed to get to somewhere else or at least find a temporary splint for his arm.

<"Get down here!"> He spat, pulling his hand back hoping to yank Stone down with Force Pull.
 

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ALLIES: Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis | Orlov Ansonnir | Darth Maestus | Darth Kentarch Darth Kentarch | NSO | BOTM
ENEMIES:
Rurik Fel | Noel Strasza | Ares Atrius | Vulcan Krayt Vulcan Krayt | Zlova Rue | Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina | Taeli Raaf | Traden Avarice | Mairéad | AC | GA | NIO | Enclave | EE | TSE
LET'S DANCE, DARLING:
Faison Kelborn Faison Kelborn
GEAR: In Bio

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And there it was.

The Mando'ad hardly hesitated before loosing projectiles at her. Unfortunately for him, she was waiting for it.

Danika was already in a forward roll, the rocket and wrist blaster shots passing harmlessly overhead. As she came to her feet she reached out with the Force and yanked down hard on his foot before he could manage to fire his shots at her. At the same time she launched upward swiftly, the fist holding the lightsaber shooting forward, the Force unfolding from it in a pulse to try and knock him from the sky with vehemence.

She hit the ground in another roll to break her momentum. She was up in an instant, however, and ready for the next set of tricks the Mandalorian would throw her way.

Danika didn't train with her men on a daily basis for no reason, after all - she was always ready for the unexpected. But despite the amount of training and experience they all had behind them, the Lady of Bone was wary enough of the true Mando'ad she was facing now to not underestimate him. They had a habit of surviving critical situations and turning the odds in their favour in the process.

It was this ability that held Danika's respect for the Mandalorian people.


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E T A T I C S U S E R _ T O N _ O D

Armor [Classified + Tsunagu + Cloak] + Weapons [Pistol+ Rifle]
Once again he would find himself unbound, no longer would those chains remain tightly around his ankles. He was driven by the chaos that poured into him until it was overwhelming, suffocating him, until he was left a withered mess, gasping. Perhaps he enjoyed the sensation of near death, a silent hunter always awaiting his next kill, his next prize of blood and bone.

It was in some poetic sense that he once again found himself mere steps away from the man that carved his claws into his heart. How he needed him, to feel that undying love again, forever....oh forever was what he was after, and yet…he would not allow the galaxy the satisfaction of kissing upon the dark lords' ring. It was his.

Quietly the band would thump as the proximity between them grew tighter. He was relentless, just as the dogs beyond the gates, bearing teeth to be let inside. The steadiness in his steps kept him concealed, yet he would trace the rotting armor of those gorgeous perished suits, his eyes glistening with excitement as he watched imperial versus imperial. The dead fighting against the living was such a beautiful sight to behold.

The raven cloak swished behind him, he was still unseen, traveling as a ghost approaching the dark lord's hideout. Cold, cybernetic fingertips pressed against the chamber door, undoing the mechanical components to make his way inside. Ezra turned briefly before pressing forth, steely lenses held upon the cluster of bodies clashing kilometers away from him. "Mmm…remind me now…the way they screamed when he fell…" a devilish smirk curled upon his olive skin, a mark, a note, and within seconds frantic beeps cut through like razors.

"Boom…."

He smiled as that guttural piercing howl traveled through his ears in its intoxicating unholy chorus. Red mist flooded and gun powder soared, sending chunks of flesh and bone flying all around them. "Delicious...." he whispered, eyes locked on the mangled figure of a trooper clawing his way towards his flailing other half. "Tsk tsk tsk…what a valiant attempt!" He pulled his specialized rifle from the sling upon his side, not even thinking as he pulled the trigger, sending a devastating bolt to shatter his skull on impact. "Now…" He rumbled, turning his bloodied visage towards the door where his prize was kept inside.

"My love…" The sound of his voice bounced around stone walls, ricocheting back and forth as it hit the armor he donned, stripping him of his cloaking instrument. Ezra pulled his sight against his visor, enjoying the ballet of dark arts for a time before a warning shot was fired towards his foot. "Did you think our conversation was over, hmmm?" Another shot would land on the opposing side of him, fire burning from the back of his blacken shield.

"I believe we still have much to discuss..."


 

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OBJECTIVE: II - Clash of Light and Shadow
TAG: Engaging: Anja Doreva Anja Doreva
LOCATION: Western approach to the Dark Temple
EQUIPMENT:

Alas, she was quick.

Too quick.

Faison's jetboots cleared the cliffside as he intended, but the... Sith used her abilities to tug on his body as his jetpack attempted to lift him clear and give him some breathing room. Then came the leap and punch, which together with her amplification through the force, caused him to careen wildly in the air. It was all he could do to holster his blasters and attempt to gain control, but it was all for nought. He was thrown bodily through the forestry, his armored hulk snapping saplings in his wake until he hit the ground in a wild tumble at the same time she came down in a roll.

It took all of his training and discipline to summon the presence of mind for what he was about to do. As he hit the ground, he tucked and did his best to roll into a controlled position. Whether through some fortuitous positioning by virtue of physics, or blind luck - he rolled to his feet, a hand stretching down to the earth in front of him like a Hutt Ball lineman. He wasted little time to try and seize the initiative. He lowered his head, and launched a missile from his Jetpack at Danika within moments of impact. Yet, he would not trust on this maneuver alone to save him.

He would not underestimate her speed again.

Rather than doing what she might have expected, namely to take off and try to gain distance again, he instead opted to change tactics. He surged forward from his primed position, reaching up over his shoulder to pull his beskad from its scabbard, and yanking his knife from his waist. At his current trajectory, he would Clash with Danika head on - but at the last moment, he would engage in yet another series of misdirections. As they neared 10 meters from each other, he quickly fired a potshot at her from his knife-wielding hand to catch her off guard.

Whether it hit or not, Faison then lept off of his right foot - a rocket within his boot aiding his effort to gain some air. His left foot met with the trunk of a tree, allowing him to redirect with what would otherwise be impossible dexterity - allowing him to bear down on a likely off-balance opponent. His beskad surged down upon her in an attempt to shear through her shoulder, while he kept his knife at the ready for a counter stroke in the event she found a way to counter his surprise attack. She wanted a melee?

She had one


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THE FINAL COUNTDOWN
OBJECTIVE I | ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH
OPPOSING | BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW & THE SITH EMPIRE
PINGS | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran | Annor E-059 | Hoken Stryte Hoken Stryte | The Fool The Fool | Pietro Demici Pietro Demici | Don Belkora Don Belkora | Stone Gra'tua Stone Gra'tua | Siv Dragr Siv Dragr | Mira Athrani Mira Athrani | Morrow | Heinrich Faust Heinrich Faust | Djorn Bline Djorn Bline | Thonn Rokkal Thonn Rokkal | Julian Qar Julian Qar | Vulcan Krayt Vulcan Krayt | Jerec Yularen Jerec Yularen | Zachariel Steelblood Zachariel Steelblood

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GOVERNORATE DEFENCE FORCE
TASK FORCE TRACHTA | HEAVY SUPPORT GROUP
TODHUSARS' CORPS | 3RD PARACHUTE COMMANDOS COMPANY BANSHEE
EQUIPMENT | HK-01E JUMPSUIT | DM&S AR-MAS F1 RIFLE | CORTOSIS SWORD
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RED-SKINNED RASCALS: COMING TO AN END? — PROLOGUE
— 870, 3rd Company from the 2nd TodHusars Regiment briefing room, Yinchorr.

« Oski, listen up, everyone, » Kelga’an started while taking a look at all the officers in the room. He put his hands on the holotable, waiting for his men to come to reality before he talked. « So, we’ve a mission on Dromund Kaas, I think y’all know this place, don’t you?Well, yes Captain, » his second-in-command answered. « Good to know. This place will be hard to take. Indeed, I know what you’re thinkin’ “But Captain, we already have troops in Kaas, don’t we?” an’ you’d be nice to not ask this ‘cause I already did… An’ ‘am gonna answer it, by the way. » He stopped his speech for ten or so seconds.

« So, yes, we already have some units on Dromund Kaas, fighting to clear the Sith Remnants from the main city, but that state changed some days ago. The MAW attacked this place and tried to take the opportunity to bring Sith culture once again on this planet, so now the Allies Forces have to fight on two different fronts. So 1st Anaxsi Free Brigade had been called alongside other Imperial units in order to bring ORDER in this stang CHAOS caused by the Brotherhood. » He put his finger on a button, showing a map of Dromund Kaas. The holographic representation zoomed on Kaas City and a lot of colors appeared on the image, showing its numerous points of interest. With his other hand, he indicated a green square upon a giant tower: « Here’s our lizo, where we have to land for this mission. We’ll fight alongside Captain Yularen’s company.Jerec Yularen? » a 2nd lieutenant asked another officer, « Yep, » this one answered. « This tower is the Citadel. If Barran’s legion does its work correctly, there won’t be any surviving AA units, so we can drop on this zone more or less quietly, oski? We’ll have cin dropship with us, but just dropships an’ no APCs, ‘cause it’ll be too difficult to maneuver into the city. Any questions before we go? » A lieutenant raised his hand. « Yes?Will SULAREN be here? »

« You got it boy, » Kelga’an smirked.
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RED-SKINNED RASCALS: COMING TO AN END? — PART. I
— 870, Dromund Kaas atmosphere, approaching landing zone.

The seals of the dropship’s lateral doors opened themselves after they entered the atmosphere of Dromund Kaas, letting air pass throughout the main room of the ship. Kelga’an moved to the cockpit while they were coming to Kaas’ surface, asking the pilots how they were going. « Good sir, everything is oski for the moment. Barran’s guys did their job very well, » the second one added. « Happy to know that, » the Captain answered, « but how the other dropships are goin’?Very well too, sir.Any malfunctions?No sir, thanks to Anaxes. » Kelga’an nodded quietly, while looking at the surroundings, the jungles, the city, the plasma bolts and, more importantly, Jerec’s dropships, which were leading the assault for the moment. For this time, Banshee Company wouldn’t be first on the front, it wouldn’t be the Anaxes’ Spear. For this time, they weren’t in the foreground — and that had the gift of calming him. He was more confident than ever in this operation, in their mission, and in his men, because he knew that they wouldn’t be afraid this time. So many deaths to avoid.

He greeted the pilots and came in the meatbox as he called that — the place where the main assault force was during space and atmosphere travels, before they would be dropped on the lizo. He smiled at his men, proud of what they were. This mission would not be easy for them, but it would be more secure than Coruscant’s of Nirauan’s. Sometimes in his dreams he was thinking about those missions where he lost a lot of who he called his sons. They were his misfortune sons, those who he was fighting alongside. Each evening, he prayed to the Lady of Anaxes for them, for their souls, because they were the most tackling soldiers he knew in this stang galaxy.

A tremor in the meatbox interrupted his thoughts. Something was going bad as they were coming to Kass’ main tower. He ran in the cockpit. « What’s going on?! » he asked abruptly « We’re fighting against surviving AA units, sir!The situation is getting worse and worse! » Kelga’an looked at the surroundings, not calm as earlier but in the grip of flames. A dropship crashed on the surface as a plasma bolt hitted its cabin. « Damn Anaxes… » The situation was truly worse than he thought seconds before this event. « Can we drop?Not from here, sir, we’re too far from the lizo.How much time before entering it?Ten or so minutes, sir, but we won’t be in the best part of the zone to drop. It would be better in thirteen or fifteen minutes… » Kelga’an thought about those options quietly. When he was going to answer the pilot, a red cloud appeared in the sky, dazzling the Captain but not the pilots. « It’s our chance ! » he said as the building in front of them was exploding. « Do not care about the Citadel, there are many other buildings to clear in this city. Speed up an’ get closer to the ground!Yessir! »

He turned in the meatbox, looking at Elward, his second-in-command. He knew. « Don’t be that stressed, Nukth.‘Am not that stressed. » An order came from the pilot: « LET’S DROP! »

He jumped in the void, followed by his sons.​
 

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Libertas quae sera tamen


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OMEN
THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW
DARK LORD OF THE SITH
C A E L I T U S
The Aegis of Woe
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The strings of fate were plucked by their masters, the fabric of reality itself humming with a discordant melody appreciated by the few depraved enough to harken it. Within the temple, the Dark Lord's figure barely moved, a mere statue in the twisted chamber he had situated himself in, aptly seizing the throne for his own leisure with Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis occupied elsewhere. The ritual was proceeding as planned, though its cadence had slowed down, disrupted by a cause unknown to him. The rise and fall of energy within the structure wailed of the Sith'ari's efforts, engaged in conflict, no doubt, away from the miraluka's Sight. Not that he would have intervened anyway, his apathy toward his allies was enduring and untarnished by the days. If he died, he died. It was of no consequence to The Saint. Something, however, did catch his attention in the fluctuating carnage, a peculiar Presence felt through the crimson webs connecting his undead to his awareness.

A shimmer of malicious intent in a sea of dead hunger and Imperial desperation.

It was enough to garner his focus, the armored statue canting his head in the direction of the towering doors, though its weight remained tucked solely against the curled knuckles of his propped arm. A familiar explosion shuddered the structure, the rapid pop of bioengineered design, the mockery of lives he was connected to were snuffed out. His soldiers were being ordered to detonate, not by his word nor action, but the intervention of another. A cold breath pushed from his nose, a spike of recognition driven through his lungs to pierce into the tissue, he growled in brooding irritation.

And through the doors, waltzed the familiar epicanthix.

Unmoving still, was the statue to depravity upon his throne, even as plasma scorched the floor by his boots.


"I believe we still have much to discuss..."

The venomous words earned a partial smirk from lips hidden behind a visage of steel, Caelitus finding amusement in the bravado of a man he knew for cowardice rivaling his own. Slowly then, the Dark Lord rose from his seat, armored hands coming to rest languidly by his sides. He perched on high, the length of his shadow shrouding the intruder in its cold span. "Where shall we begin, then?" The Mercurial Saint questioned, his mailed head tilting with the puncturing inquiry, "Your cowardice?" A heavy step echoed across the chasm between them as he cast his weight down one stair, "Your foolishness in coming here, of all places, to challenge me?" Another step. "Your insistence to force my hand where I have exercised grace before?" Another. "Repetition, repetition, I am so tired of this game." The droll monotone of his voice was disturbed by the agitation nipping at his tongue, projecting his words with an equal bite to those spurning him.

"This is the final opportunity I give you, Ezra. Begone from this place, and do not return. My patience for your insolence is worn to exhaustion."

With the Force Nexus beneath his boots, the Dark Lord resonated with deep power, his ire scaling the walls, it choked the air and weighed in the veins like lead. Dread washed through the Temple, his madness bleeding into the harmony of the acolytes and their ritual, it raked at the spine insidiously. Slowly his hands lifted, departing from their casual rest, and spread to their fullest span in welcome invitation. "Or come, and let me show you how to pen a proper ending."
 
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WEAPONS: 4 Whimsy Knives, 1 Nastirci Combat Knife, 1 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons, K914 SMG, (4) Elemental Grenades, (2) Impact Grenades, Phase X-E CryoSonic Heavy Pistol
EQUIPMENT: Phase II Haywire Armor without force mask UL-13 Corporis Skin Suit, Kirino Visual Interface
FLYING: The Gray Queen's Throne carrying The Termite
ESCORTING: x3 Agrilat-series Freighters lightly loaded with food, medical supplies, and buildings materials in internal storage. Heavily loaded with Refined Rhydonium in outer containers.
LOCATION: Entering System near Brotherhood of the Maw space
TERMITE GEAR: 1 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons -(Outfitted with Glitter Bullets), BR-3 Rowdy Rancor, Winter Rose Rifle, Phase XI Anti-Material Rifle
DROIDS: (4) Droid Bois - (Tremor, Clang, Skitter, Pop)
ACCOMPANIED BY: Myunna
TAGS: Onrai Onrai
ENEMIES: Anyone that interferes - BoTM
ALLIES: Unknown


Her eye was fixated on the shadow, head tilted curiously before it grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. It was easy as pulling a child along on an errand, Sasmay offering no more resistance than what it took to make herself move.

Vella snorted and choked under the pressure of Sasmay's presence until her body was engulfed in the shadows. Feeling everything within her decompress as the shadow that remained slowly drifted into nothingness among the dark corners of the area.

The gasping breath she took was sweater than any she had taken before as those around the command center took in equal pained breaths.

The klaxons had begun blaring their song at some point Vella realized, struggling against the vertigo that racked her while she got her legs beneath her. The Throne bucked against the continued assault on their home.

The crew slowly mustered, the quickest to return to their station being the forward gunners as they shakily stared at their displays and let the system make up for their double vision. The guns came to life slowly, if only to stem the tide of missiles that was trying to disable them.

Vella reached and struggled to the console Sasmay usually kept close at hand, the whole ship feeling as though it were swaying beneath her. Her fingers fumbled over the controls until a piercing warning sound flooded the ship. The only warning for those unprepared as the emergency coordinates where engaged.

Bodies scrambled to brace themselves at the realization. Some able to find a corner as the hyperdrive engaged to quickly and sent the ship into a jump it was ill prepared for. The crew struggled initially as the countermeasures fired to life, the brief surge in acceleration toppling some, other beings sent flying down the halls or against walls before the systems could compensate.

The Gray Queen's Throne fled, leaving shrapnel and paneling in its wake to escape with their lives at the loss of their captain. Vella slid backwards, sent against the back wall as her conscious mind slipped away with tears streaming in despair.

 

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Annor E-059
Objective 1: Once more unto the breach.
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DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran , Blade Ice Blade Ice
Historical District, Kaas City

The nigh three metre tall beast lets out a rancorous roar and its' hooved feet charge towards the still Elite trooper, its' ferocity bellowed in every step for Annor. The lightsabre thrums in right-hand while the other hand reaches around to the base of spine where a glossy black cylinder sat clipped to backplate. "Where others fail, Oksus succeed!" Oksus breaks his stride for a moment, hefts his massive two-handed axe up above head and leaps with terminal speed to Annor. "You die now!" He swings the colossal bladed edge toward the tiny Imperial only to find her seemingly vanish from out under the metal head. "I will crack your shell!" Oksus roars and steadily turns around surveying the clearing made for their battle by the ranks of the faithful and frail humans.

A flurry of emerald bolts smash into Oksus' thick hide between the gaps of crimson armor hammered into his skin, the distinctive scent of singed hair wafts through the air and globs of his rough leathery skin melt away. "Argh, weakling!" He reaches down into the Quagmire and throws mud into the direction of his prey. "Odds not great!" Annor feels the heavy mud slap against her body, her optical camouflage visibly flickers and fails, her dirty blaster hisses impotently when she pulls its' trigger rearward. Oksus telegraphs his assault with a roar, Annor narrowly avoids his axe in a series of movement so precise they appeared choreographed.

Oksus' blade lands at the Trooper's feet. Annor sprints up the axe's haft and drives a knee into his chin with a loud bony crunch. Oksus' recoils with one of his gargantuan hands releasing the axe, Annor elegantly pushes off Oksus' shoulder into a graceful backflip only to land amidst the mud. A cascade of ruby light strobes up to Oksus' bloodied visage from his hooves, he stares down at a abyssal-coloured cylinder recognising it as a thermal detonator. The brute instinctively kicks it toward Annor. Annor's pupils track the projectile's motion with crystal clear precision, Oksus began to laugh at his Triumph. That's when Annor snaps her left-wrist up and a repulsor wave sends the pill-shaped grenade flying straight back at Oksus' agape mouth in a fiery explosion.

"For you." Annor replies simply to the rising plume of smoke.

 



G R U N G E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
TASK FORCE TRACHTA
1st GROUP | 'VANDAL' SQUAD
Sephi Karneh Sephi Karneh

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EYES ON FIRE
DROMUND KAAS

Many had run these same fields behind him, followed these same pathes and swallowed the grit of these horrid tribulations time and time again. It was as comforting to realize he was hardly the first and as foreboding to realize he was not going to be the last in line to be brought to the slaughter by this horrible machine. But it didn't matter. All that mattered now was they execute their mission to the letter.

He sat leaned back in the belly of the RDAG, the time for briefings and plans had already long passed the vector of importance for Vandal Squad, now pulled from 'IMPMAG' operations into the greater Imperial Vanguard. Meaning, it'd be less working with foreign military units and more collaboration with Imperial Military proper. He didn't mind the change of pace. Silver Jedi, Ashlan and Alliance military forces were all largely proficient in their own right- but to go through the same fires, raised under the same conditions and fighting beneath the same flag was a different story.

But to be here, on Dromund Kaas- to see through to the end a war which he'd been enraptured in for eight years was a euphoric sensation. He was once wide eyed and clueless in spite of all the training, no good plan survives contact with the enemy and after taking charge of Vandal Squad remade after the dogged defense of Bastion- his battlemind was tempered in the fires.

<"Not too far out. Ready up."> Kolson said, his demeanor as frigid as ever as the Special Forces team neared its drop zone, Vrask eyeing their trajectory on his tacpad as they grew closer.

Inserting deep into the heart of the enemy- where the Sith influence was strongest...to deal death and destruction. Its what they were made for- it's what they could do best.

But he recalled the last they'd deployed alongside the Ashlan Crusade, in the black cauldron that was Ziost- the graveyard of thousands upon thousands of forces who sought to pry open the gates to the clutches of the Sith worlds.

That battle was over with, to be on Kaas- the vindication of the blood spilled there.

The troop bay doors swung open to reveal the flourishing tree canopy beneath, Kolson stepped forward and grasped ahold of the rappel line, slowly pulling himself down before unslinging his battle rifle and peering down the sights to cover the arrival of the rest of his squad.

As soon as he heard the thrumming repulsor lifts of the gunship lift off and flutter past his ear shot, he rose to his feet and motioned to follow.

A simple objective- leave nothing for any Sith to salvage, no artifacts, no holy sites.

It was time to crucify the Sith idolized world in hell fire.

It was time to burn.

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LOCATION: ENTERING ATMO OVER DROMUND KAAS
MISSION: PROTECT TRANSPORTS
CALLSIGN: REVENANT TWO
EQUIPMENT: B-WING HEAVY ASSAULT STARFIGHTER

REVENANT SQUADRON: Tren Chaar Leon Gallo Mylo Thorne
ASHLAN CRUSADE: Isla Draellix
BRAVO/DAGGER/181: Jon Kovacs Delilah Jones, others?
BOTM: Tu'teggacha, others?



As the warheads detonated early, Olly furrowed his brow in confusion. The storm seems to have a mind of its own, and it almost seemed to be in pursuit of them specifically. Olly’s eyes widened as it lashed out at him in anger, lighting strikes rattling the B-wing repeatedly as he was knocked off course and his shield struggled under the strain they were experiencing. Finally, with shields flickering and attempting to recycle, one strike made it through, electrifying the entire star fighter. Olly’s body shook violently as he let out a painful scream, the electricity flowing through him. His eyes closed as his body slumped into unconsciousness…


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Olly heard the faint sound of alarms in the distance. It was a strange sensation he was experiencing, almost like falling… He opened his eyes slowly, letting out a groan as he held his head due to the splitting headache he was experiencing. Suddenly he remembered where he was... his eyes bolting open as he looked out the viewport to see the ground approaching quickly, the entire vessel shaking subtly and the alarming silence of his engines was almost deafening as he realized they had failed.

“Chit chit chit…” Olly quickly transferred all power to engines, “RD-5! You there pal?” He called to the droid brain. No response. Olly slammed the console, yelling out in frustration. He was by himself.

“This is Revenant Two! I have engine failure!” He yelled over coms as he frantically strained his head out of the viewport to get a good look at the engines. He frantically hit the choke a few times, pumping some fresh fuel into the combustion chamber, then hit the ignition. It churned laboriously, but failed to ignite. “Dammit!” He closed one of the vents to the engine, attempting to restrict airflow as it was likely too much for the engine to start. He pumped the choke two more times, then hit the ignition again…

It roared to life!

Olly slammed his fist up into the viewport with a cheer of victory, then diverted some power back to shields as he slowly pulled upwards, trying to let the engine catch up with his current velocity. It was a tedious scenario as the ground drew dangerously close. Sweat dripped from his brow as he restrained the urge to crank on the yoke, knowing that would send him into an unrecoverable spin. Instead he remained steady… letting the engines catch up, slowly encouraging the vessel's change in trajectory.

Finally he reached the level of control he needed. He applied more pressure and steadily pulled the B-Wing upwards. His eyes were wide, his mouth agape as he just barely missed the top of a building, finally rocketing back upwards and into the fray above.

He slammed the engines full throttle, heading up towards the storm with the chaos of combat above him. As he approached, he realized he had an opportunity to unleash some proper damage on one of the frigates from underneath, possibly catching it off guard. He armed his war heads and went to lock onto target... but quickly realized his targeting computer was offline.

“Chit!” He exclaimed, shaking his head. Looks like he would need to try this manually. “Revenant Two has recovered! Making my run on the far Maw frigate now! Targeting computer is offline... attempting run with just my eyeballs!”

He glanced as his shields… 20%… not good…

He needed more power to weapons, but he couldn’t divert power from the engines due to his stiff climb and still being in atmo... So he hesitantly diverted power from his already crippled shields to weapons.

Here comes the fireworks…

The frigate began to fill his viewport as he approached from underneath, his eyes focused intently on a guiding crosshair to help him land the warheads into their intended target. If there was anyone else who was able to make a run on the frigate at the same time, he would communicate his status over coms. Sweat poured down his face, his mouth wide open as he focused on the crosshairs, attempting to aim at its engines.

“Three…. Two…. One…. Away!!!” He slammed down on the triggers, releasing the warheads as they raced upwards towards the Maw frigate.
 
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The mercenaries were gradually replaced with enemies of a different sort. Huge, hulking figures in armor appeared before the orphanage. The Chosen sustained brutal injuries, yet kept on fighting even with missing limbs.

While Draco tried to sabotage their explosives, Percival and the Neutralizers did their best to fend them off. A woman in armor kept the Chosen’s leader occupied. The two were locked in a one-on-one duel. However, Eina’s use of Force Light had much more far-reaching consequences than forcing Zachariel to cut himself off from the Force. Draco had to take cover, her powers nerfed.

The Chosen began to advance upon the Neutralizers. The ensuing gunfight was deafening in volume. Blaster bolts, slugs, and other munitions criss-crossed the air nonstop, the two sides exchanging constant fire. Blades and other melee weapons were unsheathed, adding the ringing sound of clashing metal to the air.

Percival was in the thick of the fighting, still dressed like a pizza delivery man. Silver blood smeared much of his body, oozing from various wounds, and there was a mad gleam in his green eyes. Roaring with bloodlust, he threw a concussion grenade at one of the Chosen, then leaped at them, his sword slicing at their joints.

 

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ORDER OF THE IMPERIAL KNIGHTS
CHAPTER 'IRON CRUSADE'
THE EMPIRE
ARMOR | SHIELD | LIGHTSABER
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<"Sir!"> One of the troopers attached to Waymar's Knight Strike Team piped up and Dathrohan turned to the proclamation, arching a brow beneath the blackened visor of his fully encapsulating Imperial Knight helm. As the Imperial forces moved to reap the whirlwind upon the Sith remnants, the explosive disposal stormtrooper tasked with enabling the movement of the Imperial Knights by rendering safe any remnant improvised explosive devices piped up from cover and pointed a flat hand in the direction of the Knights of Zakuul.

Nigh walking ghosts from an era far past the swirling chaos they were clutched within now- not as if the Imperial Knights could claim any different an origin, being an order reprised from the ashes of a once fallen Empire, a once fallen dynasty. It was impossible for the Stormtrooper to recognize what he was looking at, his first assumption was a Knight of the Ashlan Crusade, given the cobalt blade- but Dathrohan knew better.

His argent saber struck through the gaping chest wound of a Sith Knight before he planted his boot against her chest, sending her into the overgrown ground with a thud of rigormortus before he snapped his attention in the direction of the Stormtrooper and what he was trying to gather the Knight-Captain's attention upon.

The battle was moving past them just enough for Waymar to disengage his saber and approach the Knight who walked forward at strident enough pace to distinguish himself the leader of his unit.

Waymar offered a respectful nod, there was certainly no reason to approach with hostility- not now at least. The Imperial rules of engagement were was vague as they were easy to understand. Kill any Sith Remnants and destroy any Sith assets along with anything that stopped you from doing so. He anticipated the collateral such a broad stroke might create- but he'd known his chapter master, the Emperor himself, Rurik Fel well enough to know that the Empire was now one of justified means to deserved ends, no false virtues.

He had to see if the man opposite of him was the same.

<"I am Knight-Captain Dathrohan of the Order of the Imperial Knights, Iron Crusade, Fourthy Seventh Strike Group 'Antares'- identify yourself."> Though he was able to piece together the context of the silhouette before him- reporting to his superiors what and who exactly he encountered would be a futile task if he didn't receive an audible admission and greeting.

<"You have come across an Imperial military operation, what is your purpose here?"> He asked, his Galidraani noble accent showing in spades with each word even through the interference of his helmet comms.
 


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Kaas City


As the work of clearing the archives began Madelyn leaned against the reception desk. The first of the Archives datacubes and other sensitive hard storage began to trickle out from the upper floors, frantic bureaucrats dumping it in the centre of the room while the soldiers and guards got to work with batons and bootheels, reducing the Empire's fastidiously-kept records to nought but wires and twisted metal.

They had barely began when the first official came to stop them. Madelyn had anticipated such interruption, and rose to her feet to dismiss the Sith Moff. Then, as the man grew closer and she could hear what he was saying, Madelyn frowned.

“My dear, I see that you’re keeping busy in, ah, retirement,” he said to Madelyn as he removed his uniform cap. “You know, we really must stop meeting like this. I’m aghast to know what people must think.”


Was there something familiar about his cadence? Yes, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, like she knew the man from somewhere. The Moff drew closer and took off his hat, revealing himself. Madelyn's eyes widened in shock. Of all the people to dredge up from her past, all the former lackeys, rivals, co-conspirators, the last person she’d expected was him.

Madelyn recovered from her shock quickly, the surprise on her face slipping off in an instant, replaced by a sort of detached amusement. Inside, she was still reeling.

“Hello old friend.” Madelyn said warmly, looking Tithe up and down. “You know you didn’t have to come all this way for me, I would’ve happily accepted a dinner invitation.” Madelyn gave a small smile.

“This isn’t exactly official business, is it?” she continued. “I would have thought you’d have already cleaned up your loose ends by now. Especially considering you were responsible for the largest state embezzlement scheme in the last hundred years.”

Madelyn’s tone wasn’t accusatory, merely neutral. Tithe was here to clean up the mess he had left, so was she.

Years ago the two had a similar chance meeting, not long after Tithe had betrayed the Sith and cast in his lot with the Alliance. Madelyn had been presented with a crossroads then, but she had chosen to stay with the Sith, and ever since she had wondered how things could have been different in the time since the collapse of the Sith regime. More likely than not, Madelyn would not be relegated to secret connections and shadowy links, as she was now.

But, maybe today presented another crossroads.

Madelyn waved over one of the bureaucrats and whispered something, waiting until the woman nodded and walked away before turning back to Tithe.

“Well, Chancellor, I think it's high time we did away with the memories of war, don’t you? Best for us to move on and all that.”
 
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Hallowed Ground
Dromund Kaas | Dark Force Temple | Defended Hallowed Ground
Through Hell's Gate
The Ground Shakes
The Forgotten One Waits

The Two Jedi had abandoned their attempt to conceal themselves in the brush line. Valery Noble Valery Noble came charging at the black-cloaked Sith Lord, violet lightsabers swinging as she attacked the Sith like a wild raging Gundark. Kentarch waited until almost the last moment and took a single step forward towards Master Noble, keeping his feet shoulder-width apart. He sank into his stance and kept the weight of his body on the balls of his feet. In a red flash, Kentarch's Lightsaber rose to keep the blade tip pointed out towards the charging Jedi's upper torso. Going on the defensive, his blade made quick yet precise deflections, each strike by the dual violet lightsabers was deflected out and away from Kentarch, while he kept his red lightsaber blade centered and between himself and his opponent.

Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina launched a telekinetic attack at Kentarch from her highpoint, quickly he pushed back with his forward foot and lifted back to lunge out of the way of the blast radius, which went right between Valery and Kentarch. A single misstep, one mistimed movement and he was dead. He knew it. Even with the Darkside nexus as an ally, the two Jedi were simply too fast. Ashina came charging not soon after, white lightsaber drawn. An overly telegraphed attack, Kentarch saw it coming and reached down to the right side of his waist and placed his hand on Nightfall. In a single drawing strike, he swept the blade upwards at the right moment to make contact with the lightsaber and deactivated the blade.

Kentarch did not wait, keeping his momentum with his head and shoulders level he lunged at Ishida. The tip of Nightfall aimed towards Ishida's center chest with a quick rotation of the wrist. He pushed out his left elbow and straightened his left arm as he lunged forward, calling upon the dark side of the force his body surged forward so fast the motion appeared to be that of a blur.
 
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OBJECTIVE: I - Once More Into the Breach
TAG: Ingrid L'lerim, Pietro Demici Pietro Demici , The Mongrel Shai Krayt Open
LOCATION: Imperial Forward Operating Base, Northern Outskirts of City

<<<“Maw landers sited at coordinates delta niner, three seven zero. Fire for effe—>>>” Static broke the transmission, as the Maw deathgangs descended upon the scout buggies. Scores of buggies ranged in the woods, and at first contact with the Maw marauders, they immediately scattered and began falling back. As reports began filtering in, a small smile threatened to crease upon the Baron’s lips.

’They’ve taken the bait.’

The rear guard had indeed dug in as so ordered, but in advance of the engagement, had deployed several companies of ultranauts in forward positions - chiefly to provide rapid response units to defend the scattered AA pockets from would-be skirmishers, but also to provide a defense-in-depth strategy (for the Maw were renowned for overwhelming purely fixed defensive lines). Said AA pockets positioned in the forest began repositioning to the Imperial Line as the Maw landers landed, leaving those already deployed in relative safety to continue laying down considerable swarms of AA fire. Basilisk missiles launched from their ports to aid in making up for the reduction in AA units repositioning to safety.

Meanwhile, this left the forward deployed companies free to spring the trap set for the Maw marauders. They themselves had divided into squads, spaced in irregular positions at high points within the terrain, and positioned within trenches and fox holes to create heavy repeater nests and surprise ambush positions covered in the natural flora of Dromund Kaas to provide camoflage. Even the soldiers themselves had adorned their armor in mud and foliage, their veteran training steeling their nerves as the deathgangs approached; hot on the hills of the retreating Imperial scouts. As the Maw pursuers laser focused in their outmatched quarry, they would likely be blissfully unaware of the heavy weapons teams sighting them down with tracking missiles, or the mines scattered throughout the terrain.

The buggies were careful to navigate the pathways and avoid triggering the mines by simply running over them, which allowed for the nearby teams to time remote activations for when the Maw swoop bikes ran above them. After the opening explosions, the rocket troopers unleashed with their payloads, and small arms fire set about picking off what riders or crewmen may have survived the initial assault, then faded back into the woods back to their prepared positions to avoid having their locations compromised.


”Status report on the scouts?”

”They have suffered heavy casualties sire. Half of the teams have reported in though, and our forward deployed positions have engaged the marauders.”

Acceptable losses, at least by Ström’s summation.

”Are the self propelled artillery platoons in position?”

”All batteries reporting ready and waiting sire.”

The Drakon-series artillery units were spread out, again in pockets, within the protective confines of the Eternal Empire position. Their massive 170mm gauss cannons articulated and rotated in position as coordinates of the Maw landing zones were relayed to their commanders. All at once, they fired at a single word uttered by the Baron himself:

”Fire!

At once, superheated gauss streams arc through the air from several different positions, raining down upon the already beleaguered forest floor, mixing with the constant air burst munitions hammering away. The target area was framed by the previously deployed pathfinders, stopping short at the ultranaut ambush positions. In short, the Eternal Empire had established a killing field to rival the deepest pits of hell itself.

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Lyrrin Lyrrin , Djorn Bline Djorn Bline (Enemy)

Saul wasn't much of a fan of Jedi and Sith battles.

He had no ill will towards the Jedi and had taken on and defeated Sith in the past, including one where he was equipped with nothing more than a stick and a rock. Yet when it came to gaggles of Jedi and Sith throwing themselves at each other, Saul tended to stay back. When Jedi and Sith clash, it tends to get very bloody. Besides taking on too many Sith was hazardous to one's health. Yet after months of grumbling at the fact that the SIA has yet to put Saul into any battles against the Brotherhood, command has granted his wish and was planning on dropping him on the front lines when the fighting is at its apex.

Taking a long drag of his cigar, Saul was sat in the back of the dropship savoring his smoke break even as the insides of the ship violently rumble. "Sir for the last time, please stop smoking this is a no flight zone." One of the corporals sitting across him said.

Saul grunted at the young man kid never had the feeling of a good smoke, snuffed his Cigar and placed it into the front pocket of his suit. "We're almost to the dropzone agent," The Corporal said getting up. "You have your orders, Agent. Time to fly."

He was briefed not only back at Coruscant but also in the starship heading to the surface of Drummond Kaas. The mission was to infiltrate Imperial Operations center and retrieve the valuable documents. He was to make contact with fellow agent: Lyrrin Lyrrin a Bothan spy and they were to partner up and get those papers. Saul didn't do partners but after his less than stellar intro with his fellow agents, he had to mend those bridges especially if he wants to get more missions from the SIA.

Placing on his helmet, Saul looked over his equipment: 2 Flashbangs, 2 Smoke Grenades, 2 Thermal Detonators, his combat knife, REC-DC/05 Particle Blaster Rifle; Hawk-bat Pattern, and his trusty: Silenced Blaster Pistol. The Agent stood at the back waiting for the corporal's signal. "All right sir!" the young man said. "It's gonna get hot! Approaching the dropzone in five!"

Saul took a deep breath. "I am dropping into hell," he mumbled. "Best to grow a pair." The door opened and Saul leapt out of the ship falling to his objective.


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This had to be his what? 5th jump of Saul's career, yet it always felt like his first. Invigorating, thrilling with a hint of danger a few small explosions were flashing in front of him Saul kept focused on his goal. The clouds cleared and Saul saw the city in sight, it was engulfed in flames and black smoke. It definitely took a beating and Saul had been informed about civilians being controlled by a Dark Side device that was currently being taken care of. Falling faster like an Asteroid, the Agent saw in his HUD that it was about time to unlock his Parachute. With a quick tug, the Parachute shot up from his bag slowing Saul's decent.

He found himself floating between some buildings before landing gently on to the ground, no one Saul land. Excellent. Quickly taking off his backpack and helmet, Saul took out his Blaster Rifle and looked around. The streets were desolate and sounds of fighting were heard not too far from here. He had to be cautious. He heard Lyrrin's voice in his radio saying that he was ascending near the objective. Pinning himself behind a large, flickering Holoprojector, Saul pressed the radio close to his mouth.

"This is Saul," he said. "I read you Lyrrin, I just landed inside the city limits. Be careful Lyrrin, this place is crawling with civilians controlled by a Dark Side device."

Saul took a peek around the corner. "Meet me at the rendezvous point." he said. "I'm marking it on your Holoprojector."




 
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Objective: Kill, Maim, Burn!
Allies: BotM
Enemies: Everyone Else
Links: Weapons | Chosen
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Chuckling at her words, Zachariel shook his head. For a moment, he believed she had learned how to mock, then he saw she was being serious. Sighing in disappointment, the warlord responded.
"I know it well, I've seen it over and over again." Chuckling darkly, his voice growled low. "I've also caused it more than most. People live, take actions in life, and die, before going to the after life. Most simply go to the Nether, though the Mandalorians go to their Manda and the Jedi merge with the Force. And Sith, well they simply linger in their tombs forevermore."

He practically spat out the line regarding the Sith, finding great disgust in it. Such a fate would not befall him, he had made sure of it. But that death would be long in the coming, and certainly wouldn't happen upon this planet. And as he glared at Eina and her compassionate eyes, his hate grew in strength. As she spoke once more, that hate voiced itself in a dark, humorless chuckle.
"Why do you think I fight, child. Realspace is a galaxy filled with false powers, idealogies, and millions stuck in their ways. The Nether is not real, instead more thought than matter, with powers to be served or fed to. Both realities are flawed and I merely bridge the gap. Few understand, and in the end, all that matters is war is waged, blood is spilt, and the weak are culled."

If there was one constant in all of Zachariel's beliefs, it was that the weak deserved to die, and the strong to rule. Blood spilt and skulls taken were simply added bonuses, ones he greatly enjoyed, but no longer his primary objective, usually. Now though, he felt reason slip and the need for violence take over. Silent fury took over as he saw red, and he leapt, striking at Eina with his blades. As his blades locked with her, Draco made her own move, or rather, attempted to.

She grasped onto Zachariel's armor plating and attempted to fling him towards his Chosen. This didn't happen, in fact, the warlord didn't budge so much as an inch thanks to her movements. At eleven foot tall and weighing over half a ton in full armor, not much could move such mass without his consent. And with his focus solely upon Eina, he didn't even notice the attempted movement, instead pressing further in towards Eina with deadly intent.

"Why do you hate life so much?" she asked softly

At this, Zachariel's silence finally broke, and he snarled once more. He snarled because she didn't understand, she couldn't. He did so because she sounded just like Ingrid, so genuine and sincere. And moreover, because there was no answering her question.
"Life is meaningless, but I don't hate it. No, I despise weakness, and this galaxy is rife with it."

As his lenses flared an even darker and more menacing red, Zachariel suddenly broke contact with her defense. There wasn't a moment of reprieve though, as he instead began to rain down blow after blow, hate and rage fueling every swing. He was silent once more, but aside from the obvious rage in each swing, it was shown furthermore as the gen'dai was practically shaking. His plans had changed, he would no longer capture Eina, instead he'd kill her. After another blow was swung, Zachariel finally called out, voice barely controlled.
"Kill. Maim. Burn."


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Where the Chosen marched, war followed, and bloodshed ensued. This was a simple fact of life for them, for Zachariel had made it so. Here and now was no different, with an unknown number of defenders already dead to their weapons, and more to join them. Blood had been spilt in the Avatar's name, skulls were taken for the throne. All that was left was for more violence to occur, something it seemed the defenders were willing to do. As they advanced, they cared little for the building being defended, they simply cared for the challenge to be overcome.

As it stood, there may yet be a challenge to be had. Opposing them came Neutralizers, foes the Chosen didn't know, nor cared to, simply foes to kill. Those with melee weapons rushed forward, more agile than their counter parts due to their preference of fighting style. As such, the gap was closed and the melee began. However, behind them came those with ranged weapons, each bearing heavy weapons of some sort. As their brethren ran forward, these Chosen opened fire, sending a constant stream of blaster bolts down range. Shot after shot was sent forth, even as they advanced slowly.

It was these Chosen that the building fell towards, surprising them all as it came crashing down. Dust and rubble filled the street, while those Chosen closest were bowled over and buried by the rubble. Several could soon be seen crawling out of the rubble, anger filling their voices as they let out hate filled cries. But the rest simply continued, simply shifting their fire to account for the temporary loss in personnel. And it was now that Percival met with the Chosen he had picked out.

Said Chosen was one of the melee oriented souls present. She bore two weapons, one a crackling hammer, the other a vibro axe. And it was with these she engaged, all but ignoring the ringing in her ears. The grenade had deafened her, but her eye lenses protected her from going blind. A Chosen next to her was not so lucky, stumbling back as a Neutralizer engaged him. The sounds of blades clashing echoed, but more often than not it was a blade against armor.

But that didn't matter, as the Chosen engaged Percival with a ferocious scream as well, bloodlust echoed in turn. Hammer and axe were raised, blocking what she could, while swinging in turn. As the pair engaged, she laughingly cried out.
"I would know the name of the one trying to take my skull!"


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Objective 1 : Hunt Sith
Location : Dromund Kaas, New Kaas City
Equipment : Signature/Profile
ALLIES | NIO | AC | TE DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran Nukth Kelga'an Nukth Kelga'an Annor E-059 Hoken Stryte Hoken Stryte The Fool The Fool Pietro Demici Pietro Demici Don Belkora Don Belkora Jerec Yularen Jerec Yularen Siv Dragr Siv Dragr Mira Athrani Mira Athrani Morrow Heinrich Faust Heinrich Faust Djorn Bline Djorn Bline Thonn Rokkal Thonn Rokkal Julian Qar Julian Qar Vulcan Krayt Vulcan Krayt
ENEMIES | TSE | BotM | Ziare Dyarron Rowena Percival Io Percival Io The Mongrel Kyrel Ren Zachariel Steelblood Zachariel Steelblood |
Engaging : Erion Justeene Erion Justeene


Stone watched the missile hit home as he straightened, blowing a sizeable hole in the rooftop, seeing the Sith fall off the blasted ruin of the roof to the ground. He was hurting from the aftereffects of the lightning, but he could still move, and he was no stranger to pain. He was gritting his teeth and preparing to leap into action when Superious made the decision for him.

The boom of the missile's explosion had barely faded, with debris flying outward through the rain and the storm, when the Sith made his move from below. A hard invisible force grabbed Stone and yeeted him forward off the rooftop towards Superious so hard he almost dropped his beskad. He had time only to raise his flame projector and let it off into the Sith as he was yanked down into close range, still clutching his weapon in his right hand. "As you wish."

While he fell, a text message flashed up on his HUD, with Vansen's ID. "Don't be in the Southern section of the city." Stone didn't know the exact details, and didn't have time to read the comm message still waiting for him, but he could surmise it would be good to follow her advice.

Teams of Gra'tua Mandalorians continue to move through the city's tunnel network and lay explosives
 

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RECORDS & ARCHIVAL CENTRE // DROMUND KAAS

Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe
Guarantor | Visions of Gold | Taxman’s Embrace | Limited Liability | Moff Uniform


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“Once we get out of this, I, ah, I dare say I will be indebted to you,” Tithe explained as he donned his uniform cap again. Between the Sith-Imperial wanted posters and his regular holonet appearances as the Alliance head of state, it wouldn’t take much for an archivist to recognise him. “In which case, my shout.” He stepped back as datapads, holocubes and memory crystals were added to the pile for destruction.

Tithe moved to a nearby terminal and began running searches against his name, projects he’d run for the Sith, and long memorised keywords. Any references he found were pushed to the top of the priority list for destruction. The data scrubbers were working overtime to erase the archives, and he wanted to make sure that any mentions of him were long gone by the time the Alliance arrived.

“The Bastion records are long gone, as are those held by the SIBC,” he explained to Madelyn as he found another batch of references to himself and marked them for deletion. The slicing program he’d acquired off the blackmarket should have propagated throughout the Empire’s holonet and deleted any incriminating data. “But, as I fear, the Sith cling to the past.” Parts of the archives were likely isolated from the outside world to protect their integrity, necessitating a journey here in person to see that the job was finished.

The roar of flames filled the room as an enterprising archivist found a Sith-Imperial flamethrower and began incinerating records. The wanton abandon of destruction was well and good, but Tithe also needed surgical precision. Any scrap of data on him had the potential to ruin his claims that he had been ‘a lowly bureaucrat forced into service’ by his former employer. It had always surprised him that the Sith had never used his past against him. The collapse of what little remained of their domain was his last opportunity to clear his name and stop looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life.

“Yes, a fresh start,” he mused as he watched two Sith-Imperial archivists disable the power regulator on a GONK droid and connect it to a console, which sparked as its internal circuits were fried. Tithe withdrew a code cylinder from his pocket contained the same slicing program he was using and handed it to Madelyn.

“Put the past behind you, as they say,” he turned back to the console and began searching for any reference of his dealings on Kalee. “Kill it if you, uhh, have to.”
 

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