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

[Ashin Varanin]

CUVACIA SYSTEM
[member="Maizono"] [member="Jagger Fuga"]

An FTL-capable SUREC probe exited hyperspace over Cuvacia as part of the Jamillia's sector-wide deployment strategy. Of the many FTL probes which had been sent out, only this one had come to this particular system, and it arrived quite some distance from the warships. Piggybacked along with it was a SIARC probe, whose mission profile was to form part of a tenuous but sector-scale monitoring network, still being set up. Both probes began cursory, standard scans of the system. The SUREC and SIARC probes each mounted a comprehensive multispectrum sensor package, covering realspace (up to a radius of two light-hours), subspace, and hyperspace. In fairly short order, they became aware that something else was in the system, something significant, and transmitted that information elsewhere. In search of higher-resolution scans, they arrowed toward the two fleets over Cuvacia at interceptor speeds. Unarmed, unshielded, their only real defenses were nimbleness and size. Scanning as they were, though, they would be easy targets.

 

[Zion Krayt]

People of Interest: [member="Maizono"], [member="Jagger Fuga"]
Location: Space Above Cuvacia

A large portion of the Galactic Alliance's force was at Atrisia. Other planets in nearby sectors and systems would undoubtedly be affected by what was happening on Atrisia. Whether it was economically or politically, it hadn't mattered to the Jedi Master when he was assigned to a taskforce stemming from the Alliance's Fourteenth Fleet. The Galactic Alliance understood that, and that it was necessary to assure the governments of surrounding planets that they were safe as longas they weren't harbouring Sith. Captain Jax Hastings, an old friend of his from the Galactic Republic was heading the force, just like the old days, the both of them working together.

Jedi Master Bishop stood beside the Captain as they came out of hyperspace, only to have sensor readings from ensigns and bridge officers both claiming identified Sith ships and Republic vessels in the system. Well, that was certainly a surprise.

"I thought the Republic disbanded," Zaren said drily.

"Looks like they more wanted to rebrand."

"Huh."

"Ensign, open up a channel."

Within a few moments, a channel was opened.

"This is Captain Jax Hastings of the Fourteenth Fleet belonging to the Galactic Alliance." A pause, he shot a look at Zaren Bouqi. "As of right now, I'm requesting that you all stand down and surrender yourselves to me, peacefully."

The Captain pointed to the gunnery operator.

"Arm weapons, target their engines.

I assure you, if you try to run, your engines will be disabled before you can get away." When the Valiant, the Star Defender that they were on started to cycle up their weapons, the rest of the Fleet did the same. Some changes had been made, of course with the classes of ships. Their original flagship gifted to the Galactic Alliance Guard, but that wasn't important.

"Okay, but, you didn't tell me how much Aerion hates me?"

Spoiler

x1 Indomitable Star Defender
x3 Dreadnought Mark III
x2 Nebulon B7 Frigates
x3 Relentless Assault Frigates

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Now of all times was when one proved what they stood for, whether it be honor, loyalty, pride, or even hatred. Malakai was empowered by the resolve his fellow apprentices had shown. More so that he had ever been while he stood alone, he knew that if they worked together no one could defeat them. Realizing that their was still work to be done the Sith glanced over to [member="Alecandria"], determination in his eyes. He held out his datapad to the woman, speaking plainly. "I need you to communicate with the W-165 gun crews. Several of the guns were destroyed, we need to know which ones survived and are still operational."

He glanced over to [member="Enma Jayss"], once again impressed by the woman's resolve. He removed his comm device from his gauntlet handing it to the woman. "Order the troopers outside to set up demolition points in the buildings surrounding the capitol. If we become overrun we'll need a way to slow down the enemy." He turned back to the main terminal that stood adjacent to his own. "I'm going to see what security systems the palace still has that are online."

Malakai glanced over to his master, [member="Darth Mephirium"]. The torrent of the Dark Side had yet to let up and it was nothing short of amazing, as he looked over the spectacle there was no doubt in his mind that they would achieve victory.

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

Few things were as comforting as a parent’s embrace. A hand patted against the back of Kaili’s head much like it had when she was a child. Or rather, when she was even more of a child. Something told her the ‘child’ label was one that didn’t really go away. But in that moment Kaili was content with simply being a false god’s panicked child.

“Outskirts of Jar’kai.” Kaili whispered. “Atrisia.”

“No, it was just me. I wanted to,” Kaili snickered, if only to make herself feel better. “I wanted to see Atrisia for myself, take in the culture and cuisine. I did, but on my way home, well, this happened.”

All would be alright. Not many ordinary fathers could make such a promise and keep himself true to it in the light of their situation, but the Taliths — especially the young Kaili Talith’s father — were anything but ordinary. The girl let her father go and gave him a small smile to let him know that for the moment things were good. Things were manageable.

“What should we do first?”

 

[Darth Prazutis]

That same satisfying smirk stayed on his face even as one Sith Lord after another were snuffed out, their life force fed to power a ritual of unnatural power. Regardless of the battle around them the God-King had accomplished everything he set out to do. Wipe out many rivals, cull the ranks of the Sith from those who were weak, and see the Galactic Alliance suffer heavy losses. But when a force storm engulfed Rancor Station it became painfully clear it was time to leave. Thankfully the task force of the Panathan Empire were at long range for their assault, they weren't surrounded by force storms like some of the ships of the galactic alliance were.

But the storms still popped up and closed in commanded by some unnatural force no doubt the remaining Sith who controlled the ritual, which he speculated might've been the latest arrival before the coming of the alliance, [member="Darth Mephirium"]. Prazutis cleared his throat before his voice bellowed once more across the bridge "Grand Admiral Krell the Panathan Empire has no further interests in this system. Get the Manticore and Tyrant out of the system now, direct the Pride of Harom and Shade into the encroaching storms to buy us time."

"They are ready to die for their God-King. I'm giving the order now your majesty." Krell said immediately conducting the fleet with flawless precision. Mere moments later the Broadside-Class ships moved toward the force storms, allowing them to be engulfed by their raw power while the Dark-Blades redirected the weapons power to the engines and shields. The fleet jumped out of the system to the sight of the Broadside-Class ships being torn apart, saving the twin Dark-Blades from certain destruction. Throughout the entire event Prazutis never hesitated, regret never even slipped into his mind as he designated the Galactic Alliance as his allies, and turned his guns back on the gathered Sith Lords.

It was in the safety of hyperspace safely speeding away from Atrisia that the God-King laughed then, his deep laugh bouncing off the walls of the command bridge a smile forming from ear to ear on his face. Everything fell into line perfectly little did others know. The Galactic Alliance suffered heavy losses as an unintentional byproduct he had no hand in causing, [member="Mythos"] proved him right. The mans misguided views of honor, pride, his stubborn inability to adapt would kill him in the end, and it did. Most of all the rivals of the foolish Brotherhood were mostly snuffed out in one swift stroke. As his laughter faded Prazutis turned to the hierophant who stood faithfully at his side glistening with pride to serve. "Grand Warlock, Kaine would've enjoyed seeing this if he was here to witness it. Everything he preached and promised coming to pass before our very eyes: Dupnems Jad'usem. Conflict unending. Our rivals destroyed and the alliance suffering heavy losses, a good day indeed." Prazutis said.

The God-King moved to a communications channel with Admiral [member="Sieb Tevv"], the man would see the flashing red light and loud blip noise from the Admirals end: The Panathan Empire was calling.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Post 7
Objective: Regroup with the 2nd Sector Fleet
Allies: [member="Maizono"] [member="Marcus Itera"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Clans, [member="Zaren Bouqi"]

Jagger was brought aboard Commander Maizono's Flagship, he was too injured to truly be of any help so he spoke to the Commander. "And take all your glory Captain? I think not," Jagger limped through the bridge of the Anaxes, a Marine was helping him as he limed. One of the explosions was able to cut through his thigh and he wouldn't be able to walk without assistance ever again. "The rest of the 2nd Fleet is coming now from their secondary position, order the Gyndine Fleet to start heading over now, these Alliance Scum have shown their colors by attacking a neutral nation."

As he was about to exit the bridge, a Comm Officer stood, "Ma'am, Ships exiting Hyperspace!"

These were Ex-Republic Officers so their outburst weren't as orderly as the Chimearas crew, but it informed him well enough. "The G.A. will go to great lenghts to destroy us here today, dont give them a chance." Jagger still stood behind the women who was his closest ally, and only nodded to her. She was to take control of the Battlecruiser, and she would take this battle to them.

And just in the nich-of-time the second half of the 2nd Fleet had arrived and was now surrounding the flegling Galactic Fleet. A Spearhead Cruiser flanked by a team of 2 Hammerheads and a Katana Lighter Cruiser pulling up the rear with ground troopers. The Captain of the Spearhead called to the Battlecruiser, "Admiral seems the Alliance really have a bone to pick with you, PLS Abomination is at your survace sir."

"Go ahead Captain, your the Admiral now." Jagger said to Maizono.

2nd Sector Fleet + Maizono Capital Ship - Gyndine - 4,770 Fleet

Spoiler

Centenarian Battlecruiser - PLS Anaxes
Spearhead Cruiser - PLS Abomination
2x Spearhead Heavy Cruisers - PLS Gods Grasp, PLS Hevans Gift
6x Hammerhead Class Frigates - Crimson, Gold Rider, Duro Bound, Resistance, Reliance, Battlefield Peace
Katana Lighter Cruiser - Katar's Beauty

 

[Maizono]

Location: Space above Cuvacia
Allies: The Sith, [member="Jagger Fuga"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Lady Shambleau"]

Maizono's pale complexion got even whiter at the site of her admiral's bruised body. She allowed him to finish while she watched outside of the viewport at the incoming fleet,"Don't worry admiral. I won't be leaving any survivors here today"

The commander issued out a long series of orders to every ship in the system, but gave absolutely no reply to the Alliance attempting to hail her.

The Anaxes banked towards the incoming fleet, as to avoid fire to her engines. Shields were raised, weapons were brought only and the thrusters ignited and sent the ship a decent towards the enemy. The Chimeara travelled past and behind her ship and out of the battle area, along with the repair ships. Jagger's escort ships took up formation alongside the Anaxes.

"All batteries, open fire"

The Anaxes would target the Indomitable Star Defender, with all it's weapons; turbolasers, ion cannons and concussion missiles. The escort ships would target the enemy escorts as well. Fighters were launched from the bays of her cruisers to intercept any potential bombers. The second fleet that arrived took up positions behind the enemy group, and fired on the engines of the ships, and hopefully disabling them.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Kaili Talith"]

Well, small mercies.

The other three weren't here and that meant that he at the very least wouldn't have to worry about them. They could all take care of themselves ordinarily of course, but this...this situation was a little bit different. His children were well versed in ordinary combat, but from the way his hair stood up on the back of his neck, this was certainly no ordinary combat zone. Aela likely would have fared alright, maybe Micah too, but Maleah would have been rather lost in a place like this. He didn't blame her of course, this was...well this was dark stuff. Kaili it seemed too had been rather lost, and again he couldn't blame her for that.

This was probably even out of his depth.

He still wasn't quite sure what was going on, but at the very least he knew that they were on Atrisia now.

That little tidbit was an important one. With the way the darkside had spread through this place he had half expected it to be Byss, or Thule, or another darkside nexus. The fact that they were on Atrisia was both a little worrying, and less concerning. It meant that whoever was doing this likely had a lot of strength, but at the very least they didn't have the strength of an entire force nexus at their back, a small bit of relief to an already complex situation.

Nohei asked him a question, and he looked down at her. His knee jerk reaction was just to tell her that they were leaving, but his children, very much like their mother, generally refused to look out for themselves ahead of others. An annoyingly good quality that they all had. "Were you in contact with the Alliance?"

She had mentioned...fighting them, but If they could reach the Alliance maybe they could get some ships.

There was no way he was getting all these people out on his own.

 

[Placeholder 04]

(Posted from my phone. Please forgive spelling errors and the lack of tags.)


I am not an evil man.

The thought came to Mephirium before he really began to understand just where and who he was. He stared out through bleary eyes at the ruined palace; his mind reeling as it raced to recall the events that had transpired. The Galactic Alliance had come with a fleet large enough to conquer a dozen systems. Nulgath had proposed a ritual that might save them all, and....

He stared at the ashes. They drifted in the breeze, moving to their dance of death as the void died above them. These were the cadavers of his friends, his allies, his --

No.

Mephirium drew in a deep breath. They had given their lives so that the dominion might yet survive. The Galactic Alliance fleet hung broken above Atrisia: a graveyard a battleships that might have once been the pride of Sullust. Now they were naught but frozen metal corpses that bled fuel, and broken bodies into the nothingness. The rifts torn through the fabric of reality still churned, tearing apart any vessel that dared to come anywhere near Atrisia. The lords had not died for nothing, then.

The death was confounding. Hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of souls had perished. Their lives had been traded for Atrisia's freedom. Mephirium felt a pang of pity; none of this should have happened. The Galactic Alliance should have left them well enough alone. This war was their doing.

Up until this point, Darth Mephirium had been relatively passive in his lordship. He had valued democracy and speech over the sword, but the alliance had forced his hand. Perhaps it was an attempt to justify his actions, or perhaps Mephirium simply did not care for the lives of the alliance, but he did not feel regret over his actions. The only lives he mourned were those of the Atrisians too slow to make it to the bunkers, and those of the Sith Lords that had perished trying to protect them.

The Galactic Alliance and their Jedi Order had revealed their true colors. Whatever mercy or friendship Mephirium had intended for them was worth as much as the ash that lay before him.

Hate bubbled up within him; its fires great enough to match the real flames birthed by the ascension of [member="Darth Vulcanus"]. He'd been forced into this. If it was not for the Alliance and their damned zeal, none of those people would have died. Atrisia would be at peace, and Cyril's allies would still be alive.

As much as he might wish for an alternate outcome, one could not deny. In the end, Mephirium was the sole lord standing. His friends, or rather his rivals, had been obliterated. Their combined power now coursed through his veins, and he held no illusions over the possibility that he may have been the most powerful being on Atrisia. The armies of the Dominion were his to command. Those that followed him were unwavering in their loyalty. The Zambranos cowards had fled, just as they always did: such was the fate of relics to flee when a new age began. The time of the old Sith was done. The birth of the new order was at its zenith, and Darth Mephirium stood at its head.

When the alliance came for him, they would only find the end.

"Suravi," he pinged the burner, holding it close so that none might eavesdrop. "It is time. The Galactic Alliance fleet is in ruins. They are attempting to conquer the sector in an effort to enforce their ideals. If they game control, we will see an end to democracy across this system. My constituents will likely be on one of the nearby systems -- rally with them, so that we may push the invaders out. Do not approach Atrisia. The defenses we've erected aren't exactly sophisticated enough to pick friend from foe."

He did not await a reply. For a time, Suravi had led one of the galactic powers. The woman knew how to take care of herself. A bit of weight came from his shoulders knowing the Republic's remnant stood ready to assist the Dominion, though other heavy matters still weighed on his shoulders.

The force storm would likely last for days. It was beyond his control at this point; all Mephirium could do was sit back and watch the chaos. Even still, that did not mean the Dominion had attained victory. There were other worlds in the sector that would need to know of the Galactic Alliance's coming invasion. If all went as planned, then [member="Jagger Fuga"], [member="Marcus Itera"], and the others would be moving to warn these errant worlds.

Furthermore --...he was planning for too much. To shoulder all of this was to invite insanity. Rather than dwell on the logistics of the situation, Mephirium turned his thoughts to Atrisia. Her citizens were likely still safe within their assigned bunkers and basements. The epicenter of volcanic activity was close enough to Jar'kai for Mephirium's adjutants to contain on their own. He was sure casualty reports would be spilling in soon, but it seemed that few on the planet had suffered.

Cyril's actions were justified. He had once told Veiere that all his choices were to better the situation of the people. Knowing that despite the destruction he had been forced to cause, that the people were safe...well, it made the mass death a bit more bearable.

For all the powers of the immaterial that Mephirium commanded, one could not say he was consumed by it. Not yet.

"Grace, Gratua, Enma," he called out, "Find Ambroscus' apprentices. Gather them. The Jedi will come, and I will not see them picked off one by one."

They always came. Mephirium knew there were members of the Galactic Alliance on Atrisia. Some, he suspected, were Jedi. He found himself yearning for a confrontation -- he wanted to look his enemy in the eye and show them what they had wrought. He would shoulder the deaths for all eternity, but he would not bear that weight alone.

Something shifted within the ethereal as Veiere drew close. He felt the coming of his friend from afar, and knew that the Great Ocean would guide the Jedi Knight to Atrisia's surface unmolested. Such were the ways of destiny. Even as he eagerly awaited his old friend's arrival, he felt something else encroach upon the city's walls.

It was pure. A bright spot in the endless cacophony. One of the misguided Jedi, then, come to make the Dark Lord pay for his crimes. Mephirium scoffed at the idea. The only crime he had committed was refraining from acting sooner. He would not fall to treachery here.

"Come with me, Alecandria," he paused and turned to one of the 501st men. "Go find the young prince. Keep him safe."

Without another word, Mephirium strode down the steps of the palace. He drew his cowl up over his head, and bid all the amalgamations of the warp-touched earth to give him passage. "If Atrisia falls, so do you," he spoke, knowing his words would reach [member="Darth Vulcanus"]. "The Atrisians are your people now. Keep them safe, and we will preserve your new haven."

The bright spot was not far now. It lingered just on the edge of the city, hidden away by the protective globe of smoke and ash. Mephirium willed a gateway into existence just large enough for his person within the sphere. The smoke parted, and he stepped through.

The powers he had claimed thrummed about him, but his demeanor did not reflect their promise of annihilation. He carried himself with an honest curiosity, and perhaps a bit of trepidation. Ahead, he saw @Bethany Kisnet assailed by one of Vulcanus' smoke creature. With a gesture from Mephirium, the creature backed away.

"Come with me," said the Kaiser, "Into the sphere. It is safe within."

He moved so that he might see [member="Alecandria"], a Jedi in title at the very least. For his part, Mephirium did not carry himself with hostile intention.

"I want to speak with you."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

CUVACIA SYSTEM

[member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Maizono"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"]

The two probes continued scanning untouched, drawing closer to the impending battle. Tightbeam hypercomm burst transmissions, once per second, sent raw data to the RNS Jamillia in the distant Atrisian system. In-depth scans identified the vessels as Galactic Alliance, Galactic Republic, and Sith. The Republic vessels were attacking the Alliance fleet in defense of the Sith, it appeared; the Sith vessels jumped to hyperspace with Republic escort. At least, that was how the probes and their distant handlers interpreted the data.

In short order, processed data was sent to Galactic Alliance authorities, including the comm codes for Admiral [member="Sieb Tevv"] and Commodore [member="Zark"]. The footage showed the following:

• Republic vessels rendezvousing with a Sith star destroyer and potentially repairing it
• A Galactic Alliance fleet arriving
• Republic reinforcements arriving to get behind the GADF forces
• Battle commencing

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

The shuttle took off from the hangar with a buzz and that awkward growth of silence. No one could really explain it and no one really needed to. The impending sense of darkness, like the long shadow beneath a cresting sun, slowly engulfed the shuttle as the vessel emerged in the space between the ship and Atrisia. A blockade was as standard as any other mission, if not more so. To disrupt the common flow of resources, on or off the planet, was as sensible as the next gesture. But for the crack in the darkness, the hole within the abyss - one could hardly argue how sensible that was. And with a crack and shutter, he felt the pressure change like hair standing on end, just before the lightning strike. And then darkness.

~~~​

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He looked up from the melting snow and revealing moss, ice and crytals floating by in the reach. Water flowed gently down the cobble, babbling as it made its way. Clouds hung lazily in the gray sky, shifting like camouflage to the naked eye. A sky that was ever moving and ever still. He pushed off the cold white, seeing his own breath with a huff. He felt heavy, fatigued, as if he might have been lying in the snow for all of eternity. A gentle wind moved by, falling snow pushing along the fresh drift that formed upon the streams meander. A small fawn emerged from the barebones of the surrounding forest, small gangling trees that would never know true growth. Lowering her head to the water, she drank of the flow with laps and nuzzling.

Satisfied with the intake, the creature moved across the stream, leaving hoof marks in miniature snow banks that formed in the pools. And it continued to stride forward until it met Gabe's gaze. Big doe eyes, curious and expressive, encompassed more of that expression then he could have imagined. Moving forward with lackadaisical pace, the fawn turn and laid down next to the man who couldn't seem to move. He could see it's breath, persistent until it was suddenly labored. And with a look towards the gray sky, the fawn rolled over on to it's side. And the steam that rose from it's mouth slowed. And then it stopped. And the chest would no longer rise.

He couldn't understand. He shook his head and did his best to lift himself, exacerbated by the display. But when he grabbed at the snow, it turned to ash. Like a ripple spreading outward, the snow slowly turned into grey loess, far more windswept than any snow should ever be. Not if his life on Arkania had taught him anything. But the gray sky turned dark, buffeted clouds riddled with snaps and whips of lightning seen between the torn sheet metal of a once viable ship. The sound of war nearly drowned out the force of nature itself. And as he looked to his right, it wasn't a fawn that resided next to him, but instead the broken body of one of his fellow soldiers, lying dead in their restraints. He tried to lift himself, once more, but he was tied in all the same.

"Any day now..." He nearly snapped, spoken words through clenched teeth. Things were far worse than he had anticipated. And there was work to done, even for someone so obviously prone to concussion. He would have time to get over once this was done. And just like that, he was freed from the temporary restraints and afforded the opportunity to grab his gear and shake off the fallen ash.

He pulled back the slide on the rifle, following withdraw from the back of the seat. "Too bad about the shuttle...would have been nice to have a more defined itinerary." He looked towards Jacen and the others, trying his best to inject some sarcasm. "Just not a fan of one way trips, is all."

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Adele Adonai"]​

 

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

Post 1
Location: Above Thebeon
Objective: Assist the forces of The Dominion
Allies: Dom. & Friends

Ranga's Telgorn Dropship loomed overhead of the fight as he prepped his men.

"Alright, LZ is in the water! You guys should know the drill by now! We're going to assist the forces of 'The Dominion' as they call it. Our targets are the Galactic Alliance. You guys should know them well, judged on how bad you guys hate them!"

The old ships rocked and rattled as it approached the LZ, which was a river system that could easily be used to ambush those not ready. It touched down,

"Alright boys, grab your guns and lets roll out! Good hunting!"

Ranga grabbed his beloved energy harpoon gun and slithered out into the water. On land he was super slow, but in the water, he was an expert swimmer. Each of his 20 soldiers (he has 90 total) were equipped with respirators and modified DC-15A rifles. They also received a propulsion device (underwater jet pack) to move away from enemies quickly. Ranga tapped into the radio channels and notified The Dominion of their presence.

"Dominion forces, this is Ranga! I'm a mercenary but I've brought a group of SCUBA troops over to assist you. Please be mindful of us as we are in the water as of now, so don't bomb near there. And please let us now when you'd like us to attack so we don't interfere with the ground troops and artillery. With that out of the way, I wish you good luck in this battle!"

Ranga and his forces continued through the water, waiting for a chance to strike.

 

[WolfMortum]

Post Count: 2.
Alliances: [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Lady Kay"] .
Neutral: The Sith, The Galactic Alliance.
Foes: Yet to be determined.

The Corridors throughout the Vegabond shook uneasily as they flew the hyperlanes making their fastest approach enroute to Atrisia. His cloak flowed behind him as the Jedi Knight made haste towards the cockpit, his pilot Cillian seated with a renewed focus having felt the frustrations and urgency of the Jedi who now stood behind him. "Five minutes out, Master" He spoke up, a brief glance to his side to confirm Veiere's presence before turning back to the controls of the vessel. "Thank you, Cillian..." Veiere responded, his tone leaving something to be desired though he did not apologize for all the tension that now hung over him. "When we drop out of hyperspace, we're going to be thrown into the chaos...-I want you to take us around the planet if possible, find a way in no matter how far from the battlefront and I will figure out the rest myself. Once I'm off the ship, take the Vegabond and return to Commenor...", his words justfied the rather shocked look that the youth threw back at him in response, "But Mas-" He was about to argue when Veiere lifted a hand in gesture for him to quieten down, "Master Grayson is not without his own fleet and aboard this ship are documents concerning Commenori affiliations...-I want no evidence that can be dragged back to Kay, is that clear", Cillian frowned though nodded reluctantly in acceptance and with that, turned back to mediate their inbound arrival.

The minutes passed as if they understood not the Jedi's willingness to enter this battle, the reluctance to once more feel the stain of unnatural death wreck havoc upon the ever tranquil flow of the Force, every life stolen, a wound in the veil that would take time to heal and until then, altered the connections of those force sensitives around it. The blur of stars declined, across the flank of the cockpit the vessel screamed in warnings as they dropped out of hyperspace straight into a field of debris. "Hold on!" Cillian shouted in a frenzied panic as he threw the craft down in order to drop through the center of what resembled the last of a capital ships primary thrusters; the Vegabond little larger than a light freighter passing through easily; yet the ships arc in order to avoid a head on collision glimpsed sight of the destruction ahead, one side of Atrisia engulfed in flames and black smoke, a maelstrom of fire that seemed to reach up through the atmosphere trying to pull in all those unfortunate souls left in its wake.

'I am not an evil man'.​

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Veiere's eyes narrowed, brows furrowing as if he were trying to make out the source of the words that reached him. The wealth of darkness surrounding the world was stronger than he could have predicted, the Force fueled by the darker ambitions of men and woman fighting for supremacy over the other churned the strength of hatred and modeled the presence of the world itself to reflect something much more sinister, as if possessed by the Dark Side itself, before Veiere's very eyes he could no longer make out the formerly natural peaceful planet; instead having to block out the anger, the sorrow and all the destruction from swaying and corrupting his own state of mind. As if the Dark Side reacted to the presence of the Jedi surrounded by the light, the trauma in seeing the planet alone was enough to instantly send Veiere on the defense, embracing himself in a cloak of light, not seen but able to be sensed by those others of the Force; his right hand landed on the shoulder of his pilot so that his strength could aid in the young mans own inability to protect himself from the darkness. "Down there..." Veiere pointed out through the fields of floating debris, to a place where the maelstrom of hellfire seemed weakest, despite the gravitational pull, they had found a spot weakest and as close to the conflict as possible; still leagues away from wherever [member="Darth Mephirium"] was, the journey into the fray would progress on foot; without the concern for the younger friend at his side.

The Vegabond touched down on the outskirts of a city left nearly in utter ruins, Cillian having to pull back on the controls to keep the ship from being drawn in to close as it swerved around and landed with haste, Veiere leaping forward from the landing ramp while it ascended just as swiftly as it had come down, the jump propelling him some with the momentum of the craft, the Jedi Knight landed upon the hellish world only to turn and watch as the smaller vessel made swiftly for safety. "May the force guide your path young one..." He muttered beneath his breath before turning to face the horizon, naught by darkness and tongues of flames rising up through the thick black smog; a true beast as if resembling the real nature of the Dark Side of the Force, the wind drawn in echoed an otherworldly roar as if the beast was beckoning all to come forth and challenge its devastating power.

Forgetting all else behind him, Veiere began his venture into the war, intent on finding Cyril and wishing to put a stop to the madness that was slaughtering all sides of the conflict, burning those poor peoples within seconds of coming to close to the storm. 'What has become of this galaxy...' He thought, depression seeking to take his mind, any slight vulnerability in his mental barricade that the Darkside might target, a threat to his focus in the moment, 'What madness is this...'.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Atrisia - Space, the final frontier


A storm raged across space. Lightning slashed through the black void, rifts opened up and swallowed dreadnoughts, pulling them into dark maws from whence there was no escape. It was a small comfort that though powerful, the storm was not all-consuming, but localised. Summoning a Force Storm took an epic amount of focus and concentration, and they were barely controllable.


Fortunately for the small Firemane flotilla, they were at long range, having just entered the system. Thusly, they did not face peril to the same degree as their comrades in the Galactic Alliance and amongt the task force of the Mandalorian Vereen.


Still, evasive manoeuvres were engaged as they retreated to the fringes, whilst storm seemed to swallow Rancor Station. Elpsis' skull felt as if a freight tram had smashed into it when she was struck by the pain of the countless lives that were being snuffed out: Sith, Imperial, Mandalorian, or simply common Atrisians whose homeworld was experiencing the misfortune of being caught in an apocalyptic drama.


Sweat dripped down her forehead and back, her nose was bleeding as she struggled to maintain focus. The small subcapital ships wove their own path across the great ocean of space, using their small frame and substantial speed to evade the tremendous cyclone.


It was then that Elpsis saw the abomination. The young redhead's physical eyes were dead since the Battle for Omega, and the abomination was too far away for her to perceive anyway. But she saw its metaphysical presence. An unfathomable, terrible horror beyond all reckoning, a Terror from Beyond whose mere presence warped reality and brought doom, for it was an archdemon.


A shiver ran down her spine. Someone had woken up mother-fething Cthulhu. Already its massive tentacles had reached out and seized ships on the battlefield, snapping them as if they were twigs. Even at this distance, its mental presence could be felt.


Auntie Sio, now would be a good time to get your arse over here. Elpsis had been raised on stories about her aunt's adventures. Siobhan had helped kill Lotek'k twice. Except, the Kerrigan was not here. Elpsis breathed heavily, hyperventilating as fear seized her heart like a vice. This was insane. They were hopelessly outmatched. She'd been stupid, thinking she could play hero. She could feel mental tentacles seizing her and dragging her down into an ocean of despair.


Stupid, dirty girl. I always knew you'd never amount to anything, whoring yourself like a filthy commoner. I bestowed upon you gifts and you squandered them. Just like your mother, the malevolent spectre of Xerexes manifested in her mind on the bridge. Watch how they fall apart. You cannot help them. You can do nothing.


"What the feth is that?" Some crew members were paralysed. One crewer was trying to claw his eyes out, another was in a fetal position on the ground, driven to babbling by the abomination's mere presence. "We're all gonna die! We need to go! She send us to our doom!" Disembodied voices reverberated across the bridge. They felt like talons tearing at her sanity and trying to slice through her mind. All around her, chaos threatened to take hold. The frigate shuddered and lurched as the crew struggled to maintain control.


Feth off, daddy, and go back to hell. The vile, disgusting presence brought her back to reality, stoking the flames of her passion, and so she banished it, forcing it to dissipate. Siobhan was not here...but Elpsis Elaris was. She did not have her aunt's fearsome reputation, experience or raw power. She would have to do though. Fire would not avail her here. But...she was a strong empath. It was a gift - and often a curse - her mother, [member="Coryth Elaris"], had bequeathed to her. And she had faith that burnt as brightly as the flames she called upon on the field of battle. Great White Wolf, mighty goddess, give me your strength.


Blood dripped down her nose, the whispers in her mind rose to a crescendo and her skull felt like it was suffering a blow from a massive hammer, and she drew upon the Force. "We'll be fine. Calm down. Listen to my voice. Don't be swayed by the demon. Have faith," she cried out. A marine who'd pulled out a blaster and was aiming it at the redhead suddenly dropped the gun.


Her empathy spread like a massive tsunami, flooding first the bridge, then the other sections of the ship before reaching the two Firemane corvettes, blasting away fear, despair and the poisonous whispers of the archfiend with powerful force. For now, their minds would no longer be clouded, as hope and faith filled them. It became a mental shield against the avatar of darkness, encasing the minds of the Firemane soldiers and sailors as the flotilla retreated.


[member="HK-36"], [member="Zark"]

 

[H3xle]

Subtlety wasn't a strong suit of this Trandoshan, that much was quite obvious. Aside from his natural bulk, he was wearing bulky armor, an ancient jetpack/missile combo, and walked around backed by similar large, heavily armored Trandoshans. The opening moves of the Trandoshan was practically scripted from a bounty hunter handbook. Fire a missile, boost into the sky, then use flamethrowers. Against another bounty hunter or soldier, such moves would likely have dire consequences. Against another type of force user, it might have been a serious issue as well.

However, Taryc was born to fire, raised and forged in fire, and let loose upon the galaxy to bring it to its knees. And while she was no longer the Primeval Inquisitor she had entered the galaxy as, she was still an expert with fire.

"Palić" The difference between a combat spell and her normal ritualised spells was a difference of scope and control. When she was able to spend time concentrating and forming her desired effect, she was capable of generating more power and control. Combat spells were more focused, effecting relatively small areas, especially at her power level. The single spoken word, and a small gesture with her free hand over ignited the missile as it cleared the Trandoshans rig. Rather than home in on her, it flew far behind her and impacted a building several streets away, spilling new flaming liquid into the already hellish landscape. Once the missile was passed her, it was out of her mind.

The Trandoshan was arcing up into the air above her and aiming his wrists at her. In a flash of movement, she sprinted forward and rolled directly beneath the Trandoshan, letting the second fire attack also miss her to the rear. She spun as she came up from the roll and made the gesture and word combo again, "Palić" and attempted to cause the jetpack to over ignite and send him flying out of control. If he did, she would sprint after him to close to melee range with him.

[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Sieb Tevv]

SPACE
Atrisia

Battle raged. The Fondor's Aegis groaned, coming apart at the seams. Sieb stepped into the last life pod off the vessel, took one last look at what would most likely be his last command, and stepped inside.

It was supposed to be empty, but Nanb was there, waiting for him.

He sat across from his XO and punched the launch key. The pod ejected from the dying ship.

"Did you file the C33?"

Nanb stared. "Does it matter now?"

Sieb sighed, "No, I guess not."

* * *

Karfeddion's Tears managed to pick them up and the remnants of the Task Force retreated to the edges of the system. Sieb stalked onto the bridge of the sole surviving cruiser and looked at the tac screen to see what remained.
Little. Very little.

"Admiral, we're getting intelligence from the Naboo patrol."

"Yes?"

"Republic fleets have moved in and..."

"Yes, lieutenant?"

"Sir, they are attacking us at Cuvacia."

"That must be an error. Send it back to the Naboo."

"I did sir. Twice. It's true."

Sieb seated himself in the command chair and looked at his hands. They were shaking. Fury and fear.

"Bring us to the edges of the system to regroup, alert Commodore [member="Zark"] to Commodore [member="Vilin"]'s status."

He vaguely recalled Admiral [member="Jagger Fuga"] mentioning that he had once served the Republic, right before he opened fire on Sieb and started this whole mess.

"Sir, one more thing. The Panathans are on the line."

He could feel Nanb's stare drilling into him. "Give me the line. [member="Darth Prazutis"]? This is Admiral Tevv speaking."


Task Force - Fondor
"First in Line."

2150m

Dreadnought-class Mk III Escort Cruiser:
ANS Karfeddion's Tears

Nebulon-L Multirole Frigates:
ANS Prayer of the Refugee, ANS Rebel Yell

Protectorate Blockade Runner:
ANS Humilitas

GR-90E Transport:
ANS Enigma

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Post 8
Sovereign, Sovereign-class Star Destroyer
On Patrol

"Sir, there is a Communication regarding a Republic Warfleet firing on the Galactic Alliance."

Rach didn't turn to face the communications officer, he just held out his hand and waited for the datapad to be placed into his hand. Beside him his aide raised an eyebrow. "Seems the Republic is crawling out from under the rock we smashed them with like the cochroaches they are. They can't have much left besides this and some other cheap escorts. Especially considering the Republic Military has literally not won a single battle in over a decade."

"Yes Commander. It would be a shame if something happened to them." The woman beside him said with a little bit a of a sinister implication, far more emotion than she normally showed on duty.

"Oh, its not what will happen. We will keep beating that broken bleeding womp rat of a nation-state until it finally dies. Ra Vizsla Wills it. MAND'ALOR WILLS IT!" Rach's voice was like steel, the old man was tired and deserved his rest. But rest never came to the weary and the wicked.

"MAND'ALOR WILLS IT!" The thing about crusades, they didn't end until one side finally accepted defeat and rolled over and died like it deserved. The Star Destroyer and its small escort turned about and jumped to hyperspace, heading for the coordinates of the incident in question. No communications to the Alliance or the Republic to say so. Just a message to the Kathol Outback.

<Gone Crusading. Be back soon.>

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Lady Shambleau"] [member="Maizono"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik felt his jet pack give a sudden jerk as it went hay wire. He deactivated its magnetic holding sprawling into a free fall. He flew at least ten meters quickly gaining speed. When he landed the earth beneath him caved in, dust and rock flew. His armor absorbed most of the impact. He looked through the haze of smoke just in time to see the woman charging him. Causstik charged to meet her. He pressed a button and long daggers sprouted from his gauntlets and boots. When they collided the Trandoshan would use his sheer weight advantage to tackle her to the ground. Then the voices began worming their way into the grey matter of his brain. He could here his dark lord speak.

What a lovely sword. Take it from her.

The thoughts meshed with Causstik's own and he simply assumed they were his. He was loosing control. Unable to concentrate the voice that was the Dark God began to easily make the lizards head his own.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

LOCATION: WHATEVER'S LEFT OF THE PALACE​

ALLIES NEARBY: DOMMIES, [member="Akuma"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], MEPHIRIUM'S APPRENTICES​

ENEMIES NEARBY: SILLY MANDOS​

True chaos.

Dravis had never experienced true chaos before. He had never experienced multitudes of armies clashing, or the sky boiling, or the world turning to fire. He had never seen a man turn to ash, or a Mandalorian strike team fall from the heavens.

Strangely, it all felt comfortable to him.

Dravis chose this moment to walk into the main room, containing [member="Darth Mephirium"] and his apprentices. He saw his Lord, [member="Kruel Zing"]'s remains scattered in the wind. He saw the Force Storm above, tearing ships apart. He felt the heat and Darkness of the unnatural storm outside, feeling it's sentience. Most of all, he felt his own anger. It burned within him, quite similarly to the literal burning happening outside. This storm of emotion didn't show, as Dravis stared coldly ahead at the one remaining Sith Lord.

"I suppose you're looking for me." Dravis crossed his arms, angrily looking around the room. "I am..." Dravis looked on at the ashes of his master. "...was... the Eye of Kruel. Tell me how I may assist, and I will." Truthfully, Dravis wished he could flee the system now, return to Arkania. Not out of fear, but common sense. The Mandalorians were on the doorstep, and Dravis was far from powerful enough to take them on. Alas, he was stuck here, by a dark force, conjured up in Abroscus' death throes.

His personal ambitions had been sidelined for the moment, replaced by a grim, angry resolve.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Edging towards the planet
Allies: GA, [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Sith

Ana came forward, "Faith there is a POC for the GA for aid, I don't know if this person is here but we can reach out for them"

Faith looked at the name, "OK..let me try." She opened the frequency again to a broadband, "This is Faith Organa I wish to speak with Arieth zh'Vranthi I will be heading to Atrisia to the estate named Hyogo to begin rescue operations of any survivors. I would like to coordinate my efforts with the Alliance."

Faith closed the com, she didn't want to give a bunch of information just in case anyone was listening course right now that would be her luck the people she didn't want to listen namely enemy forces would while her husband didn't seem to get it. He lived with her for feth sakes, did he really think the woman who take 20 minutes to cut her food into bite size pieces really was ok with clothes all over the floor...right...

Her com went off again..she looked at it and laughed

//Draco - good luck with that make sure to buy them a gas mask so they can withstand the............aroma. And OH you'll have an aide for socks but not one to help with your calendar....men...I will never understand them.

BTW I'm headed to the Hyogo, toooddllles

Faith///

"Captain, take us towards the estate, and be careful we don't know what we are getting into." No they sure didn't and she was probably going to get an argument about this too, but hey socks today, sith tomorrow.

The storm was raging over Atrisia Faith didn't know if the ship would handle the stress. The Captain would try but there was a likelihood of failure.