The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)

[Sieb Tevv]

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(ooc: thread of origin: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/98418-the-return-of-the-king-dont-be-shy-jump-in/page-5)

You receive a priority alert on your data pad. A cadre of Sith warships have been spotted in orbit around Atrisia. SIS agents report more are on the surface. Task Force Fondor is already engaged in a tense standoff with ships which refuse to identify themselves. Two hours ago, Alliance leadership gave the command to halt the attempted retreat of any known enemy vessel in the area.

In short, a planetary blockade.

The rules of engagement flash across the screen: fire if fired upon.

Enemy assets include a Wyyrlok Star Destroyer, a Panathan flotilla with an Immortal-class dreadnought, a Kevn-class star destroyer accompanied by two cruisers, and a Chimaera-class star destroyer escorted by three corvettes.

Objective 1: Join Alliance assets in blockading the planet and preventing any ships from leaving the planet.

Objective 2: Arrest or eliminate high value Sith targets on planet.

"Admiral Tevv, I am Admiral Orlock of the Royal Navy of Panatha. We are not here to risk an intergalactic incident we were just leaving and will be shortly."

Sieb Tevv nodded and the line to the Panathan vessels opened. "Panathan vessels, power your engines down immediately and prepare to be boarded. We are conducting a search for dangerous war criminals."

[member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Jagger Fuga"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Kruel Zing"] | [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] | [member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Nathanos Darksword"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Post 1

"Well, what does it say." Draco said quietly, rubbing his eyes from sleep as he was roused by his communicator. Faith may or may not still be asleep beside him after the chime of the device. "Hang on, hang on." The warlord rose from the bed, pulling the blankets back up to her shoulder and walked into the next room.

"No, no, stop. Put me through to him."

For a moment the line went dead and there was only the weak hum of static to be heard over the device. "Yes sir, patching you through to Admiral [member="Sieb Tevv"] now."

"Admiral, you there. I need a bit more of a Sit-Rep before I go barging into some random system." Something about jurisdiction. Jurisdiction be damned, he who had the most guns and was most willing to use them determined the rule of law. That has how it had always been, and how it would always be. That meant sovereign air space meant jack if the guy with bigger or more ships decided he didn't care. That was why Alderaan had a defense fleet.

Nonetheless, other than Faith's heritage from the old Atrisian Empire, the one before the One Sith's puppet regime came in, he had no reason to care about a pile of sith gathering on a planet. Unless there was something in it for him and his.

 

[Sieb Tevv]

"Of course, Warleader Vereen. Allow me."

Sieb Tevv then had an officer play footage of the force storm swirling on the surface of Atrisia. "I'm sending you the tactical readouts now. They have a number of heavily armed star destroyers. Are you familiar with the Zambranos? Seems some of them are here too. Any assistance you could send would be appreciated."

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

On the heels of the GADF fleet came allies: a patrol and recon flotilla of three ships. The RNS Aphelion was a five- hundred-metre light carrier. Its escorts, two chrome daggers, were dedicated flak escorts. On the Aphelion's art deco bridge, Shambleau looked out over the GADF contingent and the assorted enemies beyond.

The Aphelion launched three squadrons: one of Virtue fighter-bombers, one of Soruna space superiority fighters, and one of N-5 interceptors. They took up positions around the Aphelion and its escort corvettes.

As ever, Shambleau kept her Force signature expertly hidden.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Regardless of the reply to the hail the Panathan fleet would not power down their engines. They'd use any ships of the Atrisian Navy, as well as the ships of their own flotilla to ensure that what came next arrived. The primary flagship that now bore Prazutis never truly dropped their hyperspace drive upon entry into the system, it was kept at the ready in case of such an endeavor were to arrive, pre jump checks were being made and the system powering up.

The escort would move to jump out of the system then exiting Atrisia alongside the flagship.

OOC Note: The ships in his flotilla are ready to take hits to ensure the flagship makes it out.


[member="Sieb Tevv"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"], [member="Tarok"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Darth Malakai"], [member="Enma Jayss"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Darth Praetorias"], [member="Mythos"], [member="Kruel Zing"]

Post: 1
Objective: Protect the Leader of the Dominion

Jagger decided that the Galactic Alliance was not going to stand down and that the Threat Against the Kaiser was at an all time high. Thus he needed to protect what ever decision that the Fleet would need to stand and possibly fight. In the effort of the better he decided to redirect the 2nd Sector Fleet back to Gyndine. He radioed that they would need to move quickly. The blockade would need to last until the defenses was ready.

Jagger started to rant order over the bridge. "Command, Concentrate fire on those blockade runner now!!" Jagger moved to the Communications Terminal in a near sprint. "Kaiser, this is Admiral Jagger, the GA have taken a offensive stance against our fleet, we are reacting, but be quick on the defenses."

He moved the Fleet into a tighter blockade and protect the main city. In truth only the Blockade Runners were the only ones that could infiltrate and make it to the planets surface. So they would need to be taken out first. All three corvettes and the Chimaera fired on the few Runner they could target. His Marines would also need to be placed in the defensive stance. They would defend the ship from invasions.

"All Forces, this is time to show our devotion to the Kaiser!"

Spoiler

Imperial II Star Destroyer - Chimaera

3x Crusader Class Corvette - Lorry, Lover Union, Challenger

 

[Mythos]

War. So be it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzeNBRbWXpI

The entire Atrisian Naval force and Legions were in full force, planetary shields were engaged. Mythos was ecstatic, finally another crack at the alliance, another chance to make them bleed. Yet this time, he had everything he needed to fight off the enemy with everything he had. Mythos was standing, before his throne and the hologram transmitter activated all across Atrisia. Cities, small towns, homes and working places would see the image of their King addressing the entire population of Atrisia.

"My children... My sons and daughters... they have come" Mythos said, trying beyond himself to contain his excitement at the battle to come and even hopefully... an honorable and glorious last stand and death. One could only dream. "I knew that my return to you would bring the Alliance to us, right now the Alliance seeks to invade us, armed military forces as well an entire fleet above us as we speak" He smiled to them outwardly, glee in his eyes. "Yet how many decades did Atrisia spend in isolation!? If they seek to blockade us they will find the task more difficult than they imagine yet...that is not why i speak to you"

The axe of Adas was clear in the hologram, the long and golden hair was an identifying symbol of the Atrisian King and his rule, he never cut it, not until he stopped taking lives. "I have always granted you the right to bear and own weaponry, from your grandfathers rifle to you great great grandfathers sword, not many worlds offer this basic freedom... and now you know why" He paused, his eyes stared back at every man woman child beholding him right now. "The right of the free people do defend themselves against a threat either foreign or domestic... It is time for you to don your grandfathers armor, to wear your fathers rifles and let the Alliance know that behind every blade of grass there is a rifle in the hands of an Atrisian willing to die for his home" The axe hit his chest hard, drawing blood from his chest. "and a King who would die beside them"

One last roar, one last message to the world before Mythos joined his legions in the palace and donned his helmet.

"Show the Alliance, that we are not afraid!"
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[Laira Darkhold]

Post 2

"Alright, thanks. In route as soon as possible. I'll see about bringing one of the nobility the One Sith displaced back in the day." Draco muttered, turning on the light in the little office. Admiral [member="Sieb Tevv"] had given him something to go and he did know the Zambranos, and as far as he could remember, he didn't care about that. He pulled off his socks and tossed them over his shoulder and moved to the arming station arrayed in the corner, dropping to a cross legged position. First came the long comfortable socks he wore during combat. Ones with a life time guarantee, but they never took Kaine Zambrano resurrecting into account when they said life time. Then came the armored jumpsuit. From foot to neck to wrists in hermetically sealed, Mandalorian steel fiber, jumpsuit. It was heavy and protective, the basis of his beskar'kandar, which was heavier.

His shoulders rolled around as he flexed and stretched out while he geared up. He was a life time soldier. From passed out to tac'd out in five was a common saying, but for the Warlord in beskar'kandar it was close to ten. Closer to twelve really.

"Yeah, a strike group. Not a full sized invasion fleet. I don't get to keep the planet when we are done. Yes, pack a full load of Planetary bombardment warheads. Pack a load of refits for the Rekali's too so they can be drop ships if we need them to be." A voice on the otherside of the comlink acknowledge him and finally, the warlord stood up and stretched out one last time before he was ready. A flight from Alderaan to Atrisia wouldn't be terribly long gunning it at top speed, but it would still take a while. "Let me know when we are ready to go."

Draco sheathed the sword on his side, slid his rifle into place on his back, and picked up his helmet, holding it, staring into the T-visor quietly for a moment. How many had looked at this very visor just before they died? How many had shed blood as it looked at them without emotion, without compassion? How many friends had died with it being the last thing they had ever seen? The warlord gritted his teeth before tucking the helmet into the crook of his arm, leaving the room.

[member="Faith Organa"] was still hopefully asleep in the bed, but he needed her. He needed her to know why he was getting up in the middle of the night, and why it was important. He knelt on the bed beside her, poking her buttcheek gently with two fingers until he was sure she was awake enough to hear him. "The Alliance is moving to liberate Atrisia. They called for our help honey. I can explain on the ship, but we have to go." She wouldn't be happy about rushing out of the palace to a shuttle on such short notice. Probably less happy about running across the core to go liberate her Father's homeworld, but it was important, and he knew she would want to go.

The shuttle to take them to the Star Destroyer waiting in orbit was already prepping for launch. Such was the way of Rapid Response groups. They had to move quickly or arrive days too late to do anything useful.

Ships and Stuff

Spoiler

CVC Kandosii-Type Dreadnought Drahr
Shaadlar-Type II Corvettes (8)
Ra'gr-class Superiority Fighters (72)
XS-115 "Naast" Mandalorian Missile Boats (36)
Rekali-class Space Superiority Fighters (24)
Kitted with 6 Cannons, 2 Flex-Tube Launchers, 2 Light Repeating Mass Driver Turrets, Bomb Bay (15 Proton Torpedos)
Hecr-class Sentry Fighters (10)
To Vhin-class Electronic Warfare Fighters (10)
Cobra-class Gunships (6)

CVB Bes'drahr-Type Battleship Te'r Diljira
Kitted with Primary Super Heavies/Secondary Vulcans

CVB Bes'drahr-Type Battleship Calyr be Gar
Kitted with Primary Super Heavies/Secondary Vulcans

CVS Warden-class Sentinel Frigate Witch Sight

 

[Tarok]

post 1
Allies: sith, mythos
Enemies: any GA/ supporters
There was no escape nor should there be The tyranny of the GA would not stand. Tarok barked out his orders"We're land the ship's this planet won't fall to this scum. Locate our lord, prep the troops were digging in!". This travesty of "justice" as the GA called it angered him, why this had been started was because a thin reason had been established one. tarok looked to [member="BladeRunner"] "My new friend we all are trapped here. we're going to meet up with our lord and fight by his side to the death if need be." He looked off into space screaming out more orders everything needed to be ready for this day he may not see the next.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Post 2

RNS Jamillia
RNS Aphelion
Handmaiden-class flak escorts: RNS Breslao, RNS Stretton, RNS Hamadrya, RNS Chileun

Once the Aphelion and its fighter screen were in place, a single tactical interdiction probe was deployed behind them. Another three ships decanted precisely in their wake, right against the miniature grav well. The probe returned to the Aphelion. The largest of the newcomers -- the largest of the six vessels behind the GADF force -- was the RNS Jamillia, first of its eponymous class and possibly the best sensor ship in the 'verse. Its exposed, vulnerable, multi-hundred-metre sensor pylons began sweeping the system with wide- and narrow-angle scans. Astern, a three-kilometre towed array net began to unfurl for even greater sensor resolution.

Privately, Shambleau was a bit of a wreck. Her employer's secret second life rarely dovetailed with their public personas. Today, though, Ashin Varanin of Ke'dem was behind all those fleets -- on the planet Atrisia itself -- as Ashin, rather than as Lady Cardei of Theed Hangar. Awkward. There was, offhand, no reason why Lady Cardei should be there (hence why she publicly wasn't) so Ashin couldn't simply place a call as Ajira unless she came up with a plausible reason for her presence on Atrisia. Privately, though, Shambleau's pocket buzzed. A small long-range transceiver pulsed out a code.

Unharmed. Cover intact. Proceed as normal. Will rendezvous with you.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

[member="Lady Shambleau"]

After a chilling experience elsewhere, Akimoto had made haste to Atrisia. Destiny and the Force, after all, did not wait for any man. His mission from the Emperor and Shogun of Asahi had been to investigate the legends of their people, that they had once came from the stars to Asahi, and had others to call their Ancestors. Other places to call home, however ancient and distant. Monks of the most revered Orders had sensed a great calamity, and had reached out to the warrior who guarded the Shogun. The warrior who had once been one of them, and now walked the path of the sword. They had urged him, and the Emperor had sanctioned such, to go on this mission. And he had, but his own wanderlust had gotten in the way, and he had strayed from the path in wonderment at the Galaxy and it's riches.

Now though, a lone freighter, if much less ramshackle than before, waited on the edge of the system. An operative of the Shogun had given him a 'trans code' or some such. If he used the tech on this, it was said it would deliver a holo-call to a specific person. A warrior of great renown who could help avert the coming storm for his people, if they yet lived. Though it was unknown if they did or if they would help, or any details of the sort. And so after kneeling properly, sword bared an inch from the lacquered scabbard it rested in, he smoothed hands through his hair to tuck away stray fly-aways and then gazed into the transceiver as it began broadcasting to an old shell account of Ashin Varanin, now under the watch of her Ke'Dem forces.

"I am Akimoto Yukitoshi, budo of the Shogun of Asahi and kin of the Emperor of the same. I was given this code to use in extreme duress on my mission to ascertain what became of the planet my people say we came from. There are many here, many Dark and some Light, and others of other persuasion. The planet feels on the brink of destruction and total war. Rumor says a Sith has usurped the will of the people and the rightful rule of the Heavens. Please, if you receive this, I beg you return this transmission, and let this one know of the fate of his bloods' cradle."

At the end he would bow formally from the waist, hands palm down and to the sides. His forehead would touch the mat he kneeled on, before rising to look into the transceiver with eyes of steel before the transmission cut off. It showed a young face with fiery eyes that only a youth with passion and drive could hold. Determination writ in the clenched jaw line. Silken hakama and haori, full formal dress that would have been ancient in Atrisia, but very formal and dignified on Asahi. An air of command, of dignity despite youth, and a sort of presence in his stance.

Would the message work? Or was this another failed myth?

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Akimoto Yukitoshi"]

"I am Akimoto Yukitoshi, budo of the Shogun of Asahi and kin of the Emperor of the same. I was given this code to use in extreme duress on my mission to ascertain what became of the planet my people say we came from. There are many here, many Dark and some Light, and others of other persuasion. The planet feels on the brink of destruction and total war. Rumor says a Sith has usurped the will of the people and the rightful rule of the Heavens. Please, if you receive this, I beg you return this transmission, and let this one know of the fate of his bloods' cradle."

The fight with the Atrisian Inquisitor had left her sore and somewhat tired. Parts of her armor were scarred and twisted to the point where she couldn't wear them -- her breastplate, for starters. Not far from Jar'Kai, aboard an ultra-stealthed Sekairo-class transport, she nursed her wounds and tried to get the lay of the land. When the Ke'dem pilot replayed the message for her, she sank into the copilot seat and triggered the message to repeat.

"It's an older code, sir, but it checks out," the pilot explained. "And you routed that set of inboxes to this transport via-"

"Recommendations for returning the call."

"We've risked enough by tapping into the subspace node to check for transmissions, sir. If we transmit ourselves, no amount of stealth would hide us. The Atrisians wouldn't know where we are, but they'd know there was something out here. We can't go up to orbit to transmit safely: the planetary shields have been raised."

Ajira sucked her teeth in thought. "Well, we're cloaked, undetected, and under the shield. Any reason we can't...take out the shield generator?"

"Apart from slim odds of surviving the aftermath? No, not really. For now, I think what I'd recommend is staying low, slow, and cloaked, and just sliding in near the outskirts of Jar'Kai. That ought to mask our return transmission."

At her nod, the little transport eased its way down into the edges of the city. Ajira leaned close to the comm pickup. She'd put her broken helmet again; now its fuzzing vocoder masked her voice oddly.

"Akimoto Yukitoshi, my name is Ashin Varanin. I am forwarding you a packet of security camera footage from a certain orphanage, obtained by my agent within the Sith Triumvirate before its collapse. The footage depicts Animus Malgus, or Darth Mythos, destroying that orphanage and butchering its inhabitants. He did so as a highly visible message to the leaders of the Triumvirate. Use this material as you see fit. Don't watch it if you don't know blood."

 

[Placeholder 04]

Mephirium watched the coward [member="Darth Prazutis"] flee with a smirk. He had expected nothing less of the Zambranos. They were the worst of what the Sith had to offer.

As expected, the Galactic Alliance was launching some form of liberation front against Atrisia. He had not planned for such a force to assail Lord Mythos' realm, but then the alliance had always been overzealous. Such a trait had been useful in dealing with Mephirium's rivals, but now that zeal was aimed at his people.

The Chirikyat did not fear. His many years of work would not be snuffed out on this dismal world. [member="Mythos"] might have some claim to Atrisia, but the core belonged to Mephirium and Mephirium alone.

He listened to the reports of [member="Jagger Fuga"] in silence. The Chimaera could not repel the Galactic Alliance alone, but then she did not have to. [member="Darth Erebos"] had come to the congregation with some semblance of a battle-fleet, and while it was not exactly what Mephirium might want, it would be adequate.

He waited until Mythos gave his little speech before making one of his own. "The Galactic Alliance has come to kill the lot of you," he said, gesturing toward the likes of [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Mythos"], Ultimatum and those others gathered. "Without us, they will succeed. Mythos, this is your world, but this is my war now. Organize your Atrisian guard to establish battle-lines along the capital. Have them secure the whatever supply lines you might have to the outlying cities, and have your people start putting together a surplus of supplies for the coming days. This will be no short contest."

With that, he turned to his own lieutenants: [member="Kruel Zing"] and [member="Darth Praetorias"] respectively. "Our fleet will batter them, but they will fail if our planetary turbolasers to not hit their marks. We must prepare to meet them on the ground. The 501st can match anything they throw at us, but if they are intelligent, then they will stay far from the capital. Mythos will name the two most important settlements on this world, and each of you will go to lead the Atrisians there."

Then to [member="Darth Malakai"]. "Take some of our men and to defend the W-165s. They're ancient, but they can punch a hole in anything the alliance brings into the system." The stern look Mephirium gave the gathered officers and NCOs brooked no argument. "You will obey Malakai, so long as his orders are prudent. Otherwise, I expect you to act on your own."

Then his attentions fell to Mythos himself. "Your world has a planetary shield generator, does it not? Prepare it, but refrain from switching it on until the space battle is completely lost. I would also suggest making sure your wife and child find a safe bunker."

"[member="Darth Erebos"]. I had heard of you, though we have never met. Perhaps you could join my apprentice in defending the cannons, or whatever it is you think might suit you. You as well, cyborg," he gestured toward @Ultimatum. "We'll hold this world yet. We've the advantage of numbers and prior-built defenses, as well as the fleet above."

He reached down for his mask. It was a slab of warped steel that vaguely resembled the Essonian war-plate it had once been, but Mephirium wore it proudly nonetheless. It felt good to don it once again. "[member="Alecandria"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Enma Jayss"]: you will help me defend the the capital. From here, we will plan our major defense. You will be dispatched to different zones as needed."

"Atrisia will not fall this day. The Galactic Alliance will know this day as the day that their incursion into the core reached its end. Those of you whom die do so with honor, and if I am to join you, then I will be the first to raise a glass in hell. For Atrisia, and for the Dominion!"

With that, he turned to Mythos. "Find me a command table and a bottle of Balmoraan Bluesky. I cannot conduct a war with a dry throat."

[member="Ajira Cardei"], [member="Akimoto Yukitoshi"], [member="Lady Shambleau"], [member="Tarok"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Sieb Tevv"]

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

With the order coming from Admiral [member="Jagger Fuga"] Bartic hopped on the intercom "ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS! ALL SHIELDS FRONT! LOAD WEAPONS! THIS WILL BE OUR FIRST TASTE OF THE GLORY THAT THE DOMINION SHALL GRANT US!"

Bartic opened a comm channel to the Chimera "Admiral Fuga where you you have my ship?"

After that he continued his address to the crew "Ladies and gentlemen of the Celestial Knight, the Galactic Alliance has put their finger in one too many pies. So how about we cut the damn thing off!"

With that a cheer arose around the ship, the crew had not had a proper fight in ages and they were itching to join in. Weapons started arming and shield were brought online, one way or another this would be a glorious day.

Spoiler

One Brimstone-class assault cruiser 'Celestial Knight'

 

[Julius Sedaire]

[member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Sieb Tevv"]

As he sank into the helm-chair of his ship, Akimoto hesitated on playing the attached footage. Butchering children? If the Asahi and the Atrisians were linked, and his mind and his information to them so far screamed that they were, there was no way they would tolerate such a leader. Not in unanimous consent. Not in blind loyalty. The most staunch of this Mythos' supporters would remain in his camp, for sure. The butcher must have hid this information, and hid it well. And so he would have to play his hand rather than watch the flow of the game. Cards were ever more his style than the passive boards of chess his Cousin favored. Cards require strategy still, but demanded a steady hand and a love of the thrill to go right.

Pushing his freighter towards the planet, grateful no one had yet closed off planetary communications, he began playing the footage on loop, watching it for the first time as private receivers and more were flooded with the message. Contacts he had made in the Galaxy, both on planet and off. Government officials. Soldiers on leave. Traders. Crafters. The common folk and the disaffected aristocracy alike. His ship might be fired upon, sure, and so he had made his way to the escape pod with his most precious belongings. As the message looped on repeat time and again, Akimoto watched a copy he had made on a datapad, shaking his head in horror at the Usurper [member="Mythos"] and his actions. The ship had been set on full thrust to arc in an elliptical orbit around the planet just outside the shields... That should give it the most time before fired upon and shot down, o

No matter political or philisophical reason, there could be no excuse for such vulgarity. No one with a shred of honor as his blood understood it could not question their support now. They might remain loyal, but they would not do so unthinkingly. Closing the hatch, his escape pod was quickly fired, as were all the others, and some crude half working chaff launchers to help shield the pods. His was cartwheeling through space towards the Galactic Alliance fleet by chance, the thrusters firing only half when they were supposed to, and he free-fell. Inside he sat cross-legged in a meditative pose his people called 'lotus opening', his fingers curled to relaxed claws, perched on his knees, his sword to the side, eyes lightly closed as the video played on full auto across the planet and for its' people.

Death or life, justice will be done.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Darth Malakai's eyes shot to the sky as a blue array crawled over the sky, the only explantion for such a phenomenon was a planetary shield. He looked to the soldiers around him before tapping into his comm, before he did one of the soldiers moved towards him. "My Lord. An Alliance fleet has blockaded the planet, order sir?" There was a moment of hesitation before he looked around, a loud alarm had sounded through out the city, he watched as the citizens of the city moved to their own combat positions. He looked to the trooper next to him before hearing his comm beep.

The Dark Lord had contacted Darth Malakai, giving him his orders. He immedieately activate his comms, looking back to the soldiers in front of the palace. "Alpha Company, remain at the palace, keep the Dark Lord and his allies well protected. Bravo and Charlie Company, hold your positions in the city." The soldiers escorting him primed their weapons, ready to follow the Sith. He had to admit, he liked their enthusiasm. Darth Malakai moved down the steps of the palace, walking down the streets as they began to clear out. Several of the citizens were forming small barricades and defensive positions. He tapped into his Comm once more as he looked over the city. "Delta Company, break your unit down to platoons. There are several W-165's scattered over the city, I want them all online in under twenty minutes."

Malakai made his way towards the nearest of the W-165's, he was familiar with the planetary guns, they were more than capable of aiding in the defense of the city. He produced a small datapad from his hip, loading the map of the city that had been provided by his Master. The Atrisian citizens should be working to man the guns as they speak, his soldiers would simply be the backup.



[member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Akimoto Yukitoshi"] [member="Lady Shambleau"] @Tarok @Draco Vereen [member="Mythos"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The Sekairo-class stealth transport, cloaked and so forth, held position in the outskirts of Jar'Kai. The city had been destroyed by a terrorist's antimatter blast not too many years ago -- less than a decade, certainly -- and rebuilt under various regimes since then. Ajira had to admit it was coming along nicely. She'd gotten a good view of the city from the nearby mountains, before and after her fight against the Inquisitor. The layout was starting to make sense to her.

And she was forced to agree with her pilot: flying in to take out the planetary shield generators would be easy. Surviving the experience would be next to impossible. No, if she wanted to make a dent in that direction, she'd have to do so on foot.

Her armor was a wreck and attracted the eye too easily in any case. She excused herself to the back of the transport, where she exchanged the remains of the armor for a hooded black robe. Between a couple of high buildings, out of sight of whatever, she hopped out the back ramp of the stealth transport. Though she used the Force to soften her impact, the fight had left her bruised just about everywhere. She limped and limped hard as she made her way further into the city. Her goal was to find the planetary shield generators.

In the meantime, though, she felt a twinge, a half-familiar presence. Force signature still masked, hooded, unarmed but for a sporting blaster at her belt, she shuffled in the direction of [member="Darth Mephirium"].

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Fighting. It seemed he hadn't earned his rest yet. The bigger problem wasn't that he didn't want to be here fighting, it was that it was an easier opponent to face than what was at home. He knew what lay down this path. It had happened before. Back with the Republic when he'd left domestic issues behind to return to a deployment half way across the galaxy. When he'd come back his problems had gone. So had his wife and infant son.

Now the latter was back. On impulse his dropped his scarlet gauntlet and sat back down. The engines of the landing carrier thrummed through him. They were obviously making sudden manoeuvres.

It would have been easier if he could have proved Tristan was being lied to. That his mother had been killed by the sith to turn him to them. But he couldn't. All the evidence he'd gathered since supported his son's claim that his mother and new husband had died in an early Alliance attack on Coruscant. The Sith might not have been liars on this occasion, but that had been opportunists. The circumstances had been perfect to galvanise the malleable youth’s feelings for him. It probably didn't help matters that in their reunion Jacen had been forced to knock the lad out.

Jacen picked the akk scale gauntlet back up. So now I fight. He wishes he could have promised himself that after this he would return to his estranged son and start the healing process. But he wasn't strong enough.

He clipped his saber to his belt and opened a locker full of weapons. Time to be a Marshal rather than a father.

 

[Phoebus]

Post 1
Allies: Mythos
Enemies: Anyone else

Phoebus sat quietly in the command center of her CR-92a Assassin-class Corvette Windrunner that was in the outer reaches of the Atrisia system as she stared at the urgent distress signals pinging from the capital of Atrisia. She had spent the past few months in the outer system of Atrisia, slowly watching the dissolution of the One Sith and waiting for the opportune moment to reprise her role. Her Communications Officer, Niobe, silently passed her the latest digest of the compiled information gathered from the holofeeds and public records of Atrisia's Holonetwork.

Flipping through the contents, she gave a quick nod to Niobe before beginning her elocution to her crew of 180 Banshee Rangers equipped with Nighstinger Sporting Blaster Rifles and 120 Crew Members, "The actions of the Galactic Alliance have gone too far with their unwarranted incursion into Atrisia. War is waged at the cost of the blood of innocents and it is our duty as privateers to assist Atrisia in its time of need. We used to be under the One Sith before its fall, and we will prove with our blood our loyalties."

"Navigations Officer, set the destination to the outer reaches of the planet of Atrisia. Assume that each ship has long-ranged turbolasers. Chief Military Officer, keep me posted on the tactical situation on the battlefield every 30 seconds, and ensure that we have maximal combat efficiency. Niobe, keep an encrypted holochannel open with Atrisia in case they give us any orders. We will comply and obey to Atrisia's chain of command."

 

[HK-36]

When the call to arms came, summoning all GA personnel to help with Siege of Atrisia, HK just happened to be in its vicinity, however he was heading in the opposite direction. The machine just finished a personal survaillaince mission on Atrisia, looking over the new regime coming back into power briefly before HK could confirm some sort of Sith, or at least Dark Side presence, and decided to leave it at that. So he went back to his stealth transport and took off, going back to his home-planet to go paint a ropo, make some weird new shattergun based weapon, or go watch some other government from the bushes.

The droid's metal feet were kicked up against an shattergun ammo crate, moving them rhythmically side-to-side with his hands behind his head, just wasting time as his transport made its way through Hyperspace. He brought along with him five other HK droids, copies of him in outdated models, at least when compared to his current Phrik vessel, to crew the small ship and maintain the personal armory he had stored aboard just in case, nothing too big, mostly personal arms and melee weapons, he did have one Personal Walker on there, curled up in cargo mode, but nothing bigger than the singular 3 meter vehicle.

HK was humming an idle tune to himself when one of his copies behind the ship's piloting console looked back to him,

"We are detecting numerous vessels in hyperspace."

He shrugged,

"So?"

"They are heading towards Atrisia."

HK stopped immediately and pushed himself off of his seat, moving on quickly to step up to the console,

"Did you detect their identification codes?"

"Negative, but we did receive signal from Task Force Fondor about joining their assets in blockading the planet."

The droid reached to rub the back of his Phrik head, looking over the console still,

"The Alliance did not inform me about any plans concerning actions on Atrisia, who is commanding the Task Force?"

"Admiral Sieb Tevy."

HK paused for a second, his fingers moving over his audio-emitter grill thoughtfully,

"Who the feth is that?"

He finally asked, the other copies looked between each other, shrugged, and pulled up the Admiral's picture from the HoloNet, to be fair HK was still pretty fresh among Galactic Alliance ranks, there was a lot of leadership he still hasn't met or had time to research,

"Those are some pinch-able cheeks he has on him."

"Should we alert the Siege Tower?"

HK paused again, calculating in silence, the other copies just looked at him excitingly, glancing to each other before pressing on,

"Are we bringing in the Iron Company?"

The droid shook his head,

"No, I am not bringing Abregado into this just yet. This is too close to home to risk provocation if the planet falls to Sith anyway. Send a message to the Tower and the Dancing Queen on encrypted channels, get them on standby."

He moved over to one of the communications consoles,

"And turn us around, we are going back to Atrisia, I will join the Alliance ranks on my own."

Turning away from the other droids, who nodded carrying out the orders, HK worked the communications console, sending out an encrypted message to [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] on their usual channels,

"Stand-off between Sith and the Alliance on Atrisia, looks hairy, might spread to other planets, interested?"