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

[Tanomas Graf]

Post: I
Allies: The Galactic Alliance | Clans | etc.
Enemies: The Sith | [member="Maizono"] | [member="Jagger Fuga"]
ENDOR, THE OUTER RIM
Imperial Death Squadron Shipyards

Tanomas Graf was enraged.

It was a normal day over Endor in the shipyards when a priority alert came in on Graf's datapad. Due to his fondness for old Imperial vessels, he had made sure that if one ever made an appearance, he would know. It just so happened that the Chimaera, yes the Chimeara, was spotted fighting against the Galactic Alliance during the battle of Atrisia that was going on at the very moment. Concurrent to that, it was reported that a First Order navy defector was one of the ones leading the fight which had moved to the Cuvacia system.

So yes, Tanomas Graf was enraged.

So enraged that he pulled together three newly-constructed Dreadnaught-classes along with a handful of escort shuttles to help the larger ships against pesky starfighters. Graf formed them all into a corporate fleet and set off into hyperspace, intent on dealing with these menaces personally. He would've opted to take Death Squadron itself but he did not want to drag the First Order into the conflict, instead settling for making sure IDSS was the only one liable.

It would take them several minutes to reach the Cuvacia system, but when they arrived, they were going to come in guns blazing.

IDSS Corporate Fleet:

Spoiler

• 600m Dreadnaught-class MKII Heavy Cruiser Pellaeon
  ​x1 squadron of TIE/IN Interceptors

[*]600m Dreadnaught-class MKII Heavy Cruiser Starchaser

• ​x1 squadron of TIE/IN Interceptors

[*]600m Dreadnaught-class MKII Heavy Cruiser Katana

• ​x1 squadron of TIE/IN Interceptors

[*]x6 Delta-class JV-9 Escort Shuttles (30m per shuttle, 180m in total)
​1980 meters total

 

[Kruel Zing]

Objective: Actually get some rest and stop people from screwing with things.
Allies: [member="Mythos"] @Nulgath [member="Darth Praetorias"]

How many Sith could ever truly say they had ascended past the mortal plane and become something more? Something far greater than the Sith’s quest for immortality could ever grant them. While his body was naught but ash Kruel still existed in a land between both life and death. He was simultaneously one with the storm and with the galaxy itself. The storm that had raged through the system unchecked destroying numerous Galactic Alliance vessels continued to rage on unchecked showing the true strength of the Darkside. It showed the true potential of the Sith and why one should never discount them. Where the jedi would’ve possibly thrown down their weapons and fled or even surrendered before the overwhelming odds the Sith risked it all in spite of that. They would not be cowed nor broken by pitiful attempts to destroy them.

The unexpected interruption to the storm that had been caused set off a chain of reactions through the force. First off Kruel was awoken, even from beyond the grave the Sith knew the power of the one who had stolen his meal from him. Now she dare steal his glory?! Steal the legacy he and his contemporaries had created… NO! This would not stand if he had anything to say about it. From within the cacophony of storms the darkside converged and exploding from it was the spirit of Kruel. Ghosts of the force could seem relatively harmless yet those who thought so couldn’t have been more wrong. Many that had ascended to “becoming one” with the force could still retain their abilities they had in their past life. Such examples being the great Freedon Nadd. Awakened Ambroscus the devourer looked upon the vessel carrying the one who had caused his awakening. “Not even in the grave for a day and yet I am brought back.”

Still his essence was mixed with the force storm and through that the darkside controlling it. Beginning to seize hold of the darkside Kruel pulled on it disrupting the storm created by [member="Spencer Varanin"] “You fool! You dare challenge the might of the Sith! Even from beyond the grave I will devour you!” Rage going unchecked Kruel’s ghost fed upon all the death and chaos that had been ran rampant throughout the Atrisia system. While containing nowhere near the potency in his abilities as he had in life Kruel drew on what he could and used it to continue disrupting the woman’s powers. He’d need more help. Roaring he screamed into the abyss of the force calling on his allies to aid in this endeavor.

 

[Adas James Malgus]

Adas would have retorted with some sort of angered and insulted demeanor but being that this Sith who stood before him struck very real fear in him, fear that he could not comprehend he stayed quiet. He listened and for the first time in his young life Adas made a wise decision. He listened and he learned. His mother, [member="Serena Bouie"] was not too far away either, she was never too far away... Adas felt confident because of that and now he felt emboldened by the presence of [member="Darth Lykos"] and the words of [member="Soeht"]

The ancient sith lord pressured them, time was short and his father called him. "You hear that? That is my father! We must move quick! He needs us!" With various commands from his hands and his officers they began their descent to where Sohet would be. Of course... Lykos being much more powerful and wise would know that this was not Mythos the late talking through the force... yet even if Lykos decided to explain this Adas would have absolutely none of it. He was as stubbornn as a Oxibeast or a Rancor right now and he was very angry.

Every time Lykos laughed it was as if a wraith of death was going to creep up on him and murder him with a stab in the back. It was very chilling, horrific and unnatural in every way, Young Adas had no experience with beings like this.... but if he was to lead the armies of Atrisia against the Mandalorian forces coming for him he needed his father....

The Jar'Kai broke out of force slow one by one, each one of them wary of the Sith Lord before them that was able to affect them in such a manner, that ability apparently worked in a way they could not counter right now... but they would learn. The Jar'Kai had not seen force slow before but now,knowing what it was they would be better prepared next time. Force fear was something they did not know how to deal with the first time they saw it, now they could individually counter it because they had prepared for that contingency.

"I appreciate your wisdom but right now i need to move and quick, there is no time to spare! Move!"

The young lad was quick on his feet. Barreling down the steps to where he would see the ancient @Soeht. Needless to say..this was not going to go as Adas expected.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c92ah7Wb3hU​

 

[Tarok]

The fighters tarok sent out didn't last long, they took out a few of the bombers but it didn't stop them. Following their lords last command the men and women of the Infineon shut down the weapons putting full power to the shields and engines. Their sole purpose now was escaping the system but before they did this they gave out orders to the ground forces. A man spoke up "All ground forces are ordered to reinforce the palace assist the force's still there. I am also dumping the 6 basilisk war droids they will slow us down, man them and protect our emperor! " That was all that was said before they took off. The ground forces began the march to the palace avoiding battle the best they could, the legion,mythos forces marched on until they came upon the city. The city was in ruins it had once looked beautiful now it was a sore on the eyes of anyone looking at it. They made their way through the city until they came to the palace.

Space side wasn't pretty, there were vortexs of lightning blocking almost all possible ways out. The man who spoke before Gave another order "Push through, I want full power to the shields turn off all other sources of power, if you have to vent half the crew do it, our lord is counting on us." The ship lurched forward through the thinnest of the storm, explosions started going off the shields weren't able to stop the destructive force of the lightning. With some luck the ship held together but massive damage had killed most of the crew. Moments later the infineon jumped gone limping out of the system.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Objective: Consume till the rain stops

Nulgath was the first to die in the ritual. His very essence, like his allies were consumed into the massive force storm he started. Bound to the storm till it would disappear forever, Only then would Nulgath be free to roam the planes of the netherworld and to see a mere a single person stand against such darkside power was impressive when seen through the minds eye. [member="Kruel Zing"]'s essence or will was the first within the storm retaliate against [member="Spencer Varanin"]'s blasphemous acting's. Every soul that sought to destroy them deserved to die. The astral call of aid was not ignored. Within the storm Nulgaths essence came next to assist.

" Can you feel the power? Its so much to overcome, its expanse is vast and destruction absolute. Truly it will consume you too. Cease your efforts and join us in ..Death!" He taunted Spencer while aiding to undo her actions. His spectral powers fusing and influencing the force storm. " There will be no mercy!"

 

[Ignatius]

Objective, Protect the Throne Room.
Allies: Any of the Dominion forces, [member="Kruel Zing"], [member="Dravis Rosilla"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"],
Enemies, Anyone attacking the throne room. [member="Raph Thule"],
Gear: Tattoo, Katana, Purple Lightsaber, Singlet,
Musical Choice: The Grey - Icon For Hire

After rushing forward towards my master, I was given the command to fall back. I wasn't going to leave him in this fight alone. I needed him. I needed my sister! I would not give up on the man. Reaching out through the force, I tried to make some kind of connection to the Lord. One that was deeper than the mark he had left on my neck. His crest would not be the end of his line. The being had lived far to long to die now.

"No. I am not abandoning my mission Master."

I was forced to back up. Troops began to swarm around me before I could make it to the Dashade. I snarled as I drew upon my blade once more. My blade moved like lightning. The crimson sword cutting into the seven guards quickly. Each one being left with a fatal, and painful wound as I had to back up. There was no way I could reach him.

"Fething Sith lords and their ideas of winning."

Not wanting to perish, I moved back. Watching as others around me began to fight. Even as another Sith lord had forced himself to raise volcanic activity, and the the twisting of his own form to become a God among his kind. The Graug moving forward to eat the troopers that were attacking the city. I shook my head with a curse and backed up. Starting out in a simple run towards the throne room. That is what we needed to protect the most. Backing up, I watched as the forces of nature, natural, or bended by the force, begin to wreck havoc upon the planet. Tearing it apart. Causing breaking in the streets. Buildings to tumble and even innocent lives of those around us to begin to perish. I had to try and play the good guy. As a large rock was tumbling down upon a child, I watched as a mother was racing to try and sacrifice her life to save the little boy. Crying and holding onto a toy.

I don't know why I did such a thing, and I will never understand, but I felt as though the child needed to be left alive. I wouldn't reach him in time. I wanted to, but I couldn't. Closing my eyes, I accepted the childes death. I accepted that this little boy would not grow up to be a soldier, an officer, a force user, or hell, even a janitor. I would let him die. Because I could not do anything to stop it. Yet when I opened my eyes, I could feel a warmth about me. Looking down, I could see the little boy in my arms. The mother looking at me with a mystified look between myself, and the rubble that was standing harmlessly next to us.

I... I had no clue what I did. The mother only rushed forward to grab her son. Holding him tightly. Before running off without a word. Did I do something wrong? Was I wrong for saving the child? I have no clue. Looking up, I could see that the Force Storm was forming much more. Becoming stronger and stronger. As though it was being fed. Reaching out through the force, I tried once more to grab the connection with my master. Only to see through his own eyes as his body was degrading from allowing himself to be dissolved in the force. Adding his power to strengthen the fight.

I could only get one phrase in my head. One that he had told me in the beginning of his mentor-ship over me.

“Now stand my Hand, kneeling is not meant for you. You shall never kneel to anyone ever again. They shall do so before you.”

He fought for that ideal. Never having to bow before anyone. Not even him. He never required me to bow. Yet I did anyways out of respect. He wanted me to understand that signs of respect are earned, and not forced upon. As such is now. These soldiers with the Galactic Alliance wanted us to bow. Us to heel and to kneel before them in acceptance of defeat. I would never do that. I promise, and vow it to not bow before another person. Even should it bring death.

I could feel as the Sith Lords of the Dominion began to perish one by one. Even the close to death, Nulgath began to fade. I could feel the force. The Dark side Flowing from the planet. Wanting to consume all within the wormhole formed by the force. One that was running rampant. Destroying everything for the purpose of preventing the fleets from attacking the ground. Yet I could still see ships falling to the surface. Rushing forward, I lept into the air. Running along the roofs that were somewhat stable. I saw a vessle in the air. One that was not marked. Leaping with the force, I grabbed onto the wing of the ship. Pulling myself off, The ship began to sway back and forth to try and lose me.

"Nice try fraker."

Reaching out with the force. I grabbed onto the wings with telekinesis. Ripping the wings from the shuttle. Pulling it down to the ground. Crashing as I jumped off. Landing hard on the ground. I watched as the shuttle of soldiers fell into a building. Crash landing. I raced forward. Reaching the shuttle to pull open the doors. Troopers were trying to get a bearing of themselves. Reaching in, I grabbed one of the men's thermal detonators. Primed it, and dropped it back into the shuttle. I then ran. Running for the throne room.

Watching as another ship was headed directly for the main building, I was growing tired. This fight would be lasting much longer than I wanted. Much more than was was necessary. I could feel the return of my Master. But he was dead? Wasn't he? Yet I could hear his booming voice through the force. “You fool! You dare challenge the might of the Sith! Even from beyond the grave I will devour you!” Even as Nulgath began to rage within the Storm. "There will be no mercy!"

I smiled brightly. Rushing forward to the temple. I watched as a shuttle bashed into the side. Leaping once more with the force along the rooftops. I ran as fast as I could, then launched myself with the force. Right in through the hole that the ship had made. Once on the other side.

"Oh come on. The Sith did it better when sacking Courscant."

Making a snide comment to the men who were there as my entrance to how poorly they brought the operation into the building. And referencing to how the Sith Lords of the One Sith did a much better job at crashing through a building with a ship than they did.

"You should do better next time."

Release of a wide force push to send the men reeling back, and to allow my next assault to take place.

It was time to shed some blood.

 

[Seras Rose]

Location: Atrisia's surface, city outskirts and near a bunker
Allies: GA, Six Troopers, [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: Sith and the Storm
Objective: Evac the Troopers

"There are six others with me and a few wounded who might still be able to be saved in the landing dropship. We will do our best to have them out and ready to load into your ship when you arrive." Seras said, feeling much, much better now that she knew there were others planet side. But there were still also a few possible survivors in the dropship not far from where they had went to for shelter. "Lets get moving to save who can be saved." Seras and the troopers moved out, getting the other fifteen bodies moved from in the ship to outside as the storm went to being calm. This was probably the only chance they would have to leave, but extricating the troopers was no easy task. Seras was not the only one who had been wounded and by the time HK-36 and his group arrived there were still a few more in the dropship. Most were dead, but some could still, with very quick and fast medical attention be saved.

The group of six injured troopers and Seras did their best to quickly load the group up, with Grace limping under the weight of a trooper's arm around her shoulders. Something warm and sticky started to drip and run down her left side along with a growing pain. '...Seems the wound is still plenty wounded.' Grace thought to no one in paticular as the last man was loaded in. "How long are you going to be running evac? I was going to head out to look for any survivors if no one had responded. If you will be using the break in the storm to leave i will be staying behind to see if i can find anyone else for evacuation." Grace had said those words with the assumption that the storm that had been generating the intense, high winds was going to be dying down. Little did she know that was likely far from the truth.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

LOCATION: WHATEVER'S LEFT OF THE THRONE ROOM​

ALLIES NEARBY: CLASH OF TITANS, [member="Akuma"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member="Darth Malakai"], [member="Darth Vulcanus"]​

ENEMIES NEARBY: SILLY MANDOS, [member="Raph Thule"]​

Dravis felt so much power around him, it was almost unbearable. The Darkness had swollen to uncountable levels, it felt to almost be rising from the very bones of the Force. To have so much power on his side... This was when Dravis knew he had chosen his path correctly.

He had been about to contact his fellow followers of Ambroscus, Akuma and Seria, when he heard it. His Lord's voice. He couldn't mistake the deep, booming voice that belonged to the Dashade. He didn't see where it came from, but he felt it. He felt his Master in the storm above. Dravis could only look to the ceiling in awe, dazzled. He had seen [member="Kruel Zing"]'s remains. How was it that he could still be alive? Then, Dravis had a thought; perhaps he wasn't.

Following the first voice, a second, unfamiliar to Dravis. To be fair, he knew very little about Sith in general, but [member="Nulgath Zardai"]'s message was awesome in power nonetheless. The Bith's deep, endlessly black eyes flared with yellow energy as he turned on his comms, to his fellow apprentices. "Hands, Lord Mephirium wishes us back. I suggest we do it. I'm sure Lord Ambroscus and his very large friends can take care of the remaining forces." Dravis turned off the communication device, hoping they heeded his instruction. Dravis was confident that with so much power, the almost God-like Sith would be able to repel the invaders.

He looked to [member="Darth Mephirium"] and [member="Darth Malakai"], simply bowing his head, before speaking, his voice silken, despite the situation. "Presumably, my colleagues are returning, but they may be taking shelter from the firestorm." The Bith's calm exterior masked his joy.

This was the power that came with being a Sith. This was the power he could obtain.

Someday.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Atrisia
Palace

[member="Akuma"] | [member="Darth Malakai"] | [member="Dravis Rosilla"]

I step forward, almost out of the shuttle, then someone leaps out of nowhere. A woman with a crazy smile. She says something about the One Sith crashing shuttles better, but I am not really listening. She raises a hand and I feel a wave of some invisible energy hit me. Luckily, I wear a mechamiri pack. Functionally similar to an ysalamir, it lessens the blow and only sends myself and the soldiers behind me a step backward instead of knocking us off our feet.

The woman barely finishes her sentence before the front row of ten or more Alliance special forces open up on her with hard sound carbines. I squeeze my trigger too. That many sonic discharges would be enough to shatter any normal person's body a hundred different ways. But the telekinesis shows she's anything but normal.

Someone pops a LIS grenade and chucks it out. The smoke quickly engulfs the makeshift LZ. Any blaster bolts passing through the smoke will be rendered inert. They can still hurt, but they probably won't kill.

I'm not worried about other soldiers right now, though, because I've seen what Sith can do. I remember Kiens' body smoking on the ground. The way the armor had melted to his body.

I pull the trigger so hard I'm afraid it'll snap off in my hand.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Sitting in [member="HK-36"]'s stealth ship, [member="Ria Misrani"] chattering through her comlink, Ajira's focus remained on her Force bond with [member="Spencer Varanin"]. The bond offered her a good picture of her wife's wellness and state of mind. It also gave her reason to worry. Spencer had a couple of decades' experience with Force Storms -- she could make a serious dent in anything these children could summon. But even she couldn't do her best work while under attack. She would need energy.

Fortunately, she and Ashin, Ajira, had been sharing energy for even longer than they'd been making Force Storms. Even at range, and they were several kilometres apart now, their bond could serve as a conduit.

In an objective sense, Spencer had always been the stronger of them, so far as raw power went. She'd been Ashin's greatest student and later her Master, during the grueling process that had re-trained Ashin into something new. Together they'd trained the Masters of the Masters of the generation of Lords that had dominated the One Sith -- and Spencer's strength and flair had been more influential than Ashin's skills. She'd earned her power as few had. By contrast, Ajira's power was more situational, more specialized. Strip away technique, though, and she could almost, almost match Spencer for undifferentiated energy. Without visible sign or symptom, and well-shielded from Force observation, she poured the entirety of that cold power down their Force bond until she felt light-headed.

Spencer's power just about doubled.

 

[Republic Engineering]

Location: Enroute to the Cuvacia System.
Allies: The Galactic Alliance | Mandalorian Clans | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] |
Enemies: The Sith | The Republic | [member="Maizono"] | [member="Jagger Fuga"]
Objective:

[SIZE=14.6667px]Sequestered behind a crystalline desk with her lavishly embellished arms folded atop one another, Nawara Taa, a veteran News Anchor from the HoloNews Network, stared blankly at the scrolling feed affixed before her. She couldn’t believe her eyes. The flames of war had engulfed the world of Atrisia and the systems beyond its sovereign borders. This was madness! Her rambling thoughts were soon drowned by the crackle of static buzzing within her ear, drawing her back to the bustling newsroom. HoloCams bobbed and weaved around her, each broadcasting her slender, but silent figure across the known galaxy. Every word that had come to mind, was stolen by the materialization of live feeds being funneled out of the system by various sources. She felt her chest tighten, and her breathing shallowed. “We’re on the air,” A technician had whispered into her ear. “It might be hard, but we need you to say something. We can’t cut to commercial.” As the Twi’lek’s mind listened, and then subsequently understood the gravity of the burden laid across her shoulders, her posture stiffened. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“I’m sorry for the delay,” She began, gathering her wits and pulling an alabaster-coated Dataslate closer to her person. “As you can see, the brewing conflict between the One Sith Remnant and the Galactic Alliance has taken a harrowing turn towards insanity. Though communications into the sector have been unstable, due to unknown stellar phenomena, I hope that our message of condolence and heartfelt sympathies breaks through this turmoil; seeing to the swift and peaceful end to this escalating conflict.” Nawara took a moment to collect herself, brushing a hand across her headpiece to cease the rising sensation of irritation spreading throughout her Lekku. “While the fighting continues, drawing more and more combatants into the fray, we are joined this evening by one of Coruscant’s very own son’s.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Cued by the shadow engulfed Controller, a Holographic image of Otto Shule had materialized beside the crystalline desk, presently populated by the Twi’lek News Anchor. He stood resplendent in his dress black’s, painted in a flickering hue of azure as would befit the installed projectors. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Octavius Shule, Chief Executive Officer of the Republic Engineering Corporation. It’s a pleasure to have you here on this dark day.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]"The pleasure is all mine, Lady Taa. Thank you for hosting me.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Though her flesh was already a pale Lethan hue, the sultry Coruscanti accent had flushed her cheeks with Xenos blood. The Replica Droid smirked at the sight, filing it away for later viewing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Now, while I would like nothing better to get straight to the point regarding this Atrisian Conflict, I’m told that you’re presently enroute to the afflicted system?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Allowing the smirk to peel back into a warm, and pleasant smile, the Magnate offered an affirmative gesture by nodding once before donning a more serious demeanour. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“You’d be correct in that regard. My Company, much to the chagrin of the board of executives, has begun a drive towards more humanitarian efforts whilst we rebuild our facilities on moon of Centax-2. Spending our income to draw in interested customers, so to speak, while using whatever assets we can to assist those in need. Wherever they may be.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Nawara’s beady eyes narrowed into slits, picking up on the apparent hole in his story. She was on the backfoot when the Newsroom was rife with the freshly relayed stories of the Atrisian Conflict, but this? This was where she felt at home.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“So, let me get this straight. Your company builds weapons of War, yet you’re spending whatever profit margin you have on helping the victims of the conflict, that you may very well have helped to create?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The Replica Droid had expected this. Lady Taa was known for her tenacity, luring one’s attentions to the side in the hopes of distracting the most studious and ironclad of minds, before plunging into the nitty-gritty details that may very well have offset her televised guest. Instead of floundering for answers, Otto’s inhuman smile remained.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“It has been some time since my Company has produced any warships worthy of notice. While it is true that a single spark can stoke a flame, we are sadly deprived of tinder thanks to the cruel machinations of the Sith and their ilk.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“It sounds like you’re dancing around my question.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Otto chuckled softly and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“I would do no such thing, Lady Taa. It is not in my Company’s interest to fuel conflicts such as this. That is for those who are enslaved to their emotions, rather than me and mine. We sell only to those that seek to defend themselves, or snuff out the fires of violence with minimal collateral. As the declassified reports from the frontlines have shown, it was the Sith that started this war of escalation and that the Alliance has taken great strides to return that region to a peaceful state.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Now we’re switching subjects?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Another gesture of acknowledgement flickered across the projected image.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“I believe so. It’s why you brought me on the air, is it not? My company’s practices, and purchase records have been made public since the reformation after the Liberation of Coruscant. I do not sell to Sith, or those that seek to treat with them. I seek to better Sentient life by providing the tools needed to defend oneself from those that seek to enslave, or slaughter them in a reckless pursuit of power. Whatever profits I may make from said transactions are funneled towards various theatres throughout the galaxy where my aide can be administered.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]This time, instead of leaning forward as she usually would, Nawara slumped into her elevated chair’s embrace - nearly sinking into the lavish fabric.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Fair point, and thank you for being honest.” She paused for a moment, devouring the information scrolling across her personal data feed. “Now onto the reason why we have brought you here this evening. As the events surrounding this conflict begin to unfold, we’re seeing several major players from across the expanse gather - like moths to a flame if you will - in the various systems adjacent to the Atrisian Sector. Some have come from the fringes of the galaxy, while others comment on the conflict from the safety of their own homes. What made you decide to head to the frontlines yourself?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“I prefer to share my wine and finger food with those that suffer, rather than feast upon such pleasantries whilst sitting in my throne of opulence. They deserve every comfort that one can offer, and I praise the Galactic Alliance for doing their due diligence - despite beset upon all sides by petulant warlords and traitorous turncoats.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Petulant Warlords and Turncoats?” Nawara said, perking an interested brow.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Yes,” Otto said plainly, as his features hardened into a grimace. “I chose my words carefully, Lady Taa. From the reports we have garnered, it’s evident to see that former Galactic Republic vessels are fighting alongside the Sith - and have surrounded Galactic Alliance forces in the hopes of breaking their resolve. It’s game brought forth by a child’s jealousy. I don’t have to be a tactician to see it. The Republic was corrupt, bleeding its member worlds dry in the hopes of holding onto whatever power they had left.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Waving a hand, spawning the image of errant elements from the Republic Navy assisting the Sith Flotilla by assaulting the Naval Elements of the Galactic Alliance, Otto cocked a disappointed brow. “This image only cements the fact that the Republic and their supposed adversaries within the One Sith Empire, were - and are one in the same. They betrayed the people they sought to save, forcing them into a perpetual conflict that stained the stars a bloody crimson.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“I see,” Nawara said as she once again looked towards her dataslate, searching for something that she could use to flesh out the time that was remaining within this segment. “As a former Republic Citizen, I can see the truth in your words. A benevolent dictatorship is not a democracy, no matter which way it’s spun.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“It’s often the desire to save sentient life, which disguises the intent to rule it. Such words ring true when conversing about the twilight years of the Republic, during their decadent and declining reign. While many people may be pointing fingers at the Alliance for treading similar paths, I can assure you such fingers are being pointed at falsehoods.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Pressing a long, and delicate finger to her ear, Nawara listened to the grating buzz of remotely spoken voices - warning her that their time was short.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“I’m sorry to cut you short, Mister Shule, but sadly our time has come to an end.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Nodding thrice more, Otto’s hands unfurled from behind his back as he offered a courteous bow.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Of course, Lady Taa. You have my gratitude for your company this evening, and hopefully our brief time together has brought much needed clarity to this unfortunate series of events.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]As the image faded to black, dematerializing in a shower of disparate particles of light, Nawara turned towards the gathered flotilla of HoloCams and offered a warm, grateful smile.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“This was Nawara Taa, of the HoloNews Network. Thank you for tuning in this evening. Stay safe, stand strong, and good night.”[/SIZE]

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As the projection had vanished and the point of connection terminated, the Replica Droid withdrew his person from the HoloPad and stepped towards the chamber’s egress. He had disliked that interaction, as the Magnate had fully expected he would before it even began. Somehow, it felt entirely one-sided. Nevertheless, with his words spoken for the galaxy to hear, Otto moved towards the bridge of his Corporate Flagship. He moved silently, despite his carefully crafted bulk, so that the Replica Droid could calculate, or in more humanized terms, consider his options carefully. Otto had marshaled several of his company’s security vessels, each armed to the teeth with weapons that could threaten warships many times their diminutive size. Though he had preached of peace and arming those that sought such a lofty goal, the one truth of business was to be hypocritical in the most ingenious of ways. Peace was earned through the acquisition of the biggest stick, and ensuring that those who were deemed unworthy of such a boon, were denied the pleasure of holding something to match it. As the thought had passed through his positronic matrix, the Replica Droid chuckled softly.

“Your Human-side is showing,” Said an all too familiar voice as the Magnate had rounded a fluted corner. Drawn towards the origin of the revealed speaker, it was hard for the Replica Droid to contain his excitement at this seemingly random act of chance. Standing before him, with her arms resting on her hips, was the former Fleet Admiral of the Galactic Alliance; Astarii Saren. Her lithe Hapan form was adorned in the Ebony and Crimson uniform of his company’s security forces, and Otto had to admit it was a much better fit than her Navy blues. She had retired from active duty after the Omega War for her reasons, and as time had progressed ever forward, she ended up as a respected Commander within the REC’s militant division - mostly because she was the only one crazy enough to try the various toys that their research and development branch had cooked up. The other reasons came from the shared vision that both the Commander and the CEO had shared. Both of them cared for those that served underneath them, despite the rumours that sought to paint Astarii in a different light. The woman liked keeping her ship tidy, who could blame her if the Ratings thought she was a Demon belched out from the darkest pits of Chaos.

“I blame you,” Otto said in response as their eyes had locked. “Ever since I’ve brought you out of retirement, you’ve livened up my dull life.”

Astarii smiled, before running a hand through her shortened locks. “Boredom is a terrible colour, especially for one dressed up like you.” Allowing her disfigured smile to fade away into the trademarked gaze of serious personified intent, the Hapan’s eyes narrowed marginally. “How did the broadcast go?”

Pulling at hems of his tunic, Otto cast a glance over his shoulder - roughly in the direction from whence he came - before turning back towards his new-found companion.

“To be perfectly honest, I’m not entirely sure. We’ve been getting scattered reports from every sector adjacent to the Atrisian System it’s been hectic to piece together the truth. My thanks for using your old contacts to dredge up that information about Republic warships attacking the Alliance.”

The Hapan nodded.

“Anything for the cause, Otto. I may no longer be a part of the Defence Force, but it’s not something I can easy cut ties with. They’re good people doing good work. It’s only fair we do what we can-”

“In return for their future support,” The Replica Droid had said, forcibly interrupting his newest prize. “We’re a Corporation, my dear. If a Good person comes to me with credits lining his pockets, I will endeavour to make sure he leaves satisfied. If his pockets are empty, there is little that I can do to help him. Our Hajen’s are filled to the brim with donated foodstuffs and medical supplies, not to mention replacement parts for improvised battlefield repairs. All of that costs a significant amount of credits, Commander.” He paused, realizing that his tone had become patronizing. “We’re not the Jedi. We cannot subside on paltry scraps and the dew of the universe to live for one more day.”

​

“I fully understand our tenuous position, Otto,” Astarii said, letting scant traces of irritation flicker through her eyes. “Nevertheless, We don’t have time to argue semantics. I came to fetch you so that you could bear witness to our translation when we arrive. I have a feeling that once we deactivate the relativistic shields, things are going to get messy.”

Spoiler

REPUBLIC ENGINEERING CORPORATION SECURITY FORCE

Combatant Element

Sacheen-Class Light Escort - CSFNV 'Coruscant's Lament'
- [12] Defender - Class Starfighters

Warrior-Class Gunship(s) - CSFNV 'Scarus,' CSFNV 'Calixis,' CSFNV 'Gloriana,' CSFNV 'Legatus,' CSFNV 'Conqueror,' CSFNV 'Endurance.'

Agave-Class Picket Ship(s) - CSFNV 'Pathfinder,' CSFNV 'Wayfarer.'
- Optional Gravity Well Generator's Taken.

Prowler-Class Reconnaissance Vessel - CSFNV '1A1'

Ferret-Class Reconnaissance Vessel - CSFNV 'DX-9,' CSFNV 'SF-3.'

Non-Combatant Element(s)

Hajen-Class Fleet Tender(s) - CSFNV 'Westpoint,' CSFNV 'Jade Wind.'

Total Meters: 1,999m (Combat.) 750m (Non-Combat.)

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Malakai's forces moved through the halls slowly, it was not until the sounds of blaster fire could be heard that the soldiers picked up their pace. Malakai, who had been in the middle of the soldiers rushed to take point. As the Sith turned down the next hall he saw that [member="Akuma"] had already engaged the enemy. "Damn it, lay down cover fire for her." The lead members of the strike team took positions through out the hall, opening fire on the enemy special forces.

Malakai, who still stood behind the corner glanced to the other half of the troopers. "We'll buy time, fine a way to flank them." The Captain responded with a quick nod before taking the other half of the men around a different hall. In a slight exhale the Sith glanced down the next hall. Malakai ignited his lightsaber, the purple blade coming to life as he rounded the corner, moving in front of his troopers. Smoke filled the hall, making it difficult to see, the Sith focused on the force, pooling the powers of the nether to him, allowing him to sense the movements of the soldiers.

Malakai glances to the soldiers firing at Akuma and raised his hand. The Sith tapped into the dark side and small purple streaks of electricity ran over his hand before launching directly to one of the invading soldiers.


[member="Raph Thule"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"]

 

[Soeht]

An Offer of Power​

While the tunnels beneath Jar’Kai were winding, the path to Soeht might have seemed intuitively clear to [member="Adas James Malgus"]. As Adas got closer and closer to Soeht by the minute, the air grew colder. No matter how chilly it might have felt though, the breath from the Jar’Kai guards failed to condensate.

Eventually, Adas and anyone else seeking Soeht, such as [member="Nick Sept"], would find themselves in what seemed to be a gigantic chamber. Light barely filled the vast space. The sound of flowing water echoed throughout - and water dripped down from the ceiling.

In the middle of this chamber on an elevated platform would be...

 

[Ignatius]

Objective, Protect the Throne Room.
Allies: Any of the Dominion forces, [member="Kruel Zing"], [member="Dravis Rosilla"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"],
Enemies, Anyone attacking the throne room. [member="Raph Thule"],
Gear: Tattoo, Katana, Purple Lightsaber, Singlet,
Musical Choice: The Grey - Icon For Hire

Oh? I guess the men aren't much talkers. As soon as I landed on the ground, and spoke, they launched grenades, and sonic fire at me. With the very limited armor I wore? No way in hell I was surviving that. Yet, I was. The force allowed me to leap from the ground to the left. Landing on the wall, I pushed off to the right side to avoid any fire from enemies tracking me for a moment. Feeling within the force the gathering of forces behind me, with the echoes of return fire, I smiled brightly as my raven hair was whipped aside with a flick of my head. I could feel the blood pumping. The adrenaline making my actions faster. The thrill of being so close to death, yet still breathing and alive.

Watching as another lightsaber wielding ally of mine joined me, He started to throw an oddly bright purple colored lightning towards the men. I shook my head. I wasn't sure if he saw the force push I sent at the men, but they were resistant some how. Either by their armor, or they were force dead. I would assume both, and roll with it. Reaching out through the force, I felt the man's mind. My ally was a little upset at me for charging in without backup, but I still sent a telepathic message to him. One that could clearly be heard over the roar of battle.

"Force resistance armor, or they negate the force. Don't waste your strength. Best to let your men take the hits and you strike when you can. Leading will only get you killed."

Using telekinesis, and altering my inertia with the force, I was literally sticking to the wall much like a spider could. The force wouldn't cause much damage. So, I would have to improvise. My force-imbued blade wouldn't cut through their armor with the gear they had. As such, the force was called upon again. Letting myself slide to the ground, I flicked my hand towards them.

The ship the came in, One that was teetering in the room was still sitting there. You see, when you barge into a building, hitting supports and portions of the ceiling, it becomes unstable. I reached up to the ceiling. It was broken and breaking down as I yanked on it with the force. Pulling down the rubble. Sizes from rocks and dust, to whole sections about two men wide fell and converged on the troops. Their armor could be possibly kinetic resistant, preventing some damage, but with almost tons of rubble, permacrete, durasteel foundations, and many troopers firing upon them, It was for sure some, or hopefully most of them would perish under the weight.

"Drop your weapons before I start taking all of you down."

I then smiled lightly as I yanked another portion of the ceiling down. Making it "Rain Justice from above" as per say.

"Nevermind. I like it better when you are splattered."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Objective: Engage the Enemy Fleet above Cuvacia
Allies: [member="Maizono"] [member="Marcus Itera"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Clans, [member="Zaren Bouqi"], [member="Otto Shule"], [member="Ryan Korr"]

The Boarding Shuttles were away now and that meant that the this new fleet was surrounded, no way for them to escape. Jagger was offered a chair, but instead the Admiral took a rifle off a marine near him and used it as a cane as he walked to the Captain. He would lean to whisper to the Maizono, "They are here for the Chinaera, get her out of here and then activate your gravity well, it will stop any ship from chasing her, she is the symbol of our Kaiser."

This would be a very interesting battle on their hands, Jagger then just stood there as his XO was now in command of this side of the fleet. The other ship, including the Spearhead and 2 Hammerheads moved to cut off Commander Bouqi's fleet from any possible assistance. The task force then launched an attack on the Frigates to gain their attention and occupy their systems so they could not attack the boarding team. They would fire all their cannons on the fleet and do as much damage as possible. It was very effective as the ships had jumped in pretty close. The ships were in a wedge formation with the Cruiser protecting the Hammerheads from any oncoming fire as they had stronger. As they attacked a nest of Fighter and Gunships were launched from the Cruiser and Frigates that were cruising to attach the Fleet.

Jagger just sat there and Watched as he stood next to Maizono using a Blaster Rifle as a Cane. A smile broke the stone figure that was the Admirals face.

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
60 Rendili Fighters
4 Thunderstricker Gunships

 

[Maizono]

Location: Space above Cuvacia
Allies: [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Marcus Itera"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Clans, [member="Zaren Bouqi"], [member="Otto Shule"], [member="Ryan Korr"]

Maizono failed to notice the incoming any fighter squadron, but she had expected it somewhat, since the Alliance hadn't even tried to fight off her own starfighters. One of the officers shouted from his station after getting visual contact of incoming bombs from the said starfighters.

"Full speed ahead! Bank to avoid it!"

Maizono would almost be knocked back as the ship suddenly jolted forward and leaned away from the incoming bomb,"Shoot it down!" The Anaxes' flak cannons turned and fired at the bombs, whether they'd manage to shoot it down in time, they would switch from being directed electronically to mechanically, in order to track the fighters. Whether the bombs were destroyed or, they would've only hit the superstructure near the bridge, due to the sudden boost in speed of the ship.

Once the fighters passed, the Anaxes' flak guns fired on them, their shells only exploding near the craft. That should be enough to damage them and put them out of the fight. Two fighter squadrons that were previously launched would fly back and attempt to shoot down the enemy Stealth Xs, if they weren't already destroyed. Another fighter squadron flew in to destroy the Alliance probes that Maizono had finally detected.

Her admiral then spewed the next bit of his plan, and Maizono followed it out. The Chimeara and the repair ships jumped out of the system and soon after the Anaxes engaged it's gravity well projectors, and in edition the ship's turbolasers began to fire on the Alliance escorts, but the ion cannons continued to disable the enemy Indomitable Star Defender's subsystems and weapons.

 

[Zion Krayt]

Location: Space Above Cuvacia
Enemies: [member="Maizono"], [member="Jagger Fuga"], [member="Marcus Itera"]

Zaren Bouqi watch the sensor readings and listened to the words of the ensigns and bridge officers that coordinated them and numerous other stations through the Valiant. The Sith and Republic forces didn't bother to give Jax an answer, no, instead, they had reinforcements come out of the depths of space. Or so sensors said. They had a few more moments. Fighters were deployed, Zaren knew. The first host that came out of hyperspace were made up of Republic ships.

The Republic had betrayed the Alliance it seemed. Betrayed them for the Sith they had pledged to defeat so many years ago, before he had even come to this time.

Ridiculous.

The total of five frigates, Nebulon B7's and Relentless Assault Frigates were already rotating around to bring their guns around to the recently joined ships. Their sensors had also given them the necessary information to react. Power was drained from non-essential areas, life support, lighting, whatever was needed, even the artificial gravity.

"Well, like, he didn't have to tell me, you know. He's just like you."

"He wouldn't appreciate you saying that."

"I meant in the way of being able to read him."

"Statement stands."

The rest of the ships, those being the Dreadnoughts and the Valiant, in the form of the Indomitable Star Defender all had their targeting solutions upon the Republic Flagship, Anaxes. "You know, I think he likes being a Colonel more than a Jedi Knight. What do you think he's doing at Atrisia?" Jax questioned as he watched the readout saying the Republic ships were turning around. And then they fired. Quick, almost as if in the same millisecond, the same moment that the Republic forces had fired on the Alliance, Jax said, "Fire."

The Dreadnoughts were armed with ACES. Weapons that were exceptionally effective against shields. Even if there were multiple ships firing upon the Star Defender, with forward shields up at maximum efficiency, the frigates towards the rear and providing a semi circle around rear and partially securing the flanks of the dreadnoughts that additionally were in the formation of an inverted triangle, the Indomitable Star Defender being in the centre of it, it's engines were most definitely safe from being targeted by the Republic reinforcements. In addition, sixty ion cannons, numbered solely from the trio of Mark Three Dreadnoughts who fired collectively on the Anaxes. Whereas the Anaxes. Oh, and lets not forget about the two hundred and forty turbolasers in total from the trio.

Definitely not something to brush off their shoulders.

And

The Valiant was also firing. Its entire armament upon the Anaxes. Long-Range Turbolasers, Heavy Ion Cannons, Heavy Turbolasers, and certainly Jax's favourite: Two Heavy Javelin Hypervelocity Cannons. Just for one target.

The Anaxes was also, naturally, obviously, fired upon by the full payload of missiles from all four ships.

Zaren's head glanced to the side to look upon the holographic battlefield map. Briefly, [member="Ryan Korr"] and he had met on board whilst they had been travelling through Hyperspace. They had fought multiple times together, sometimes side by side, and other times in different locations. But they shared many accolades when it came to participation in battles. Surprisingly, they had never flown together. Perhaps he'd one day fly with his son, Aerion in his stead. That is, if he ever found out about him. Oh well.

The Valiant rumbled, barely. Stationary, its shields were also using power from the engines to empower the shields.

The escort frigates however focused fire upon the Spearhead Heavy Cruiser that was apparently being flanked by the hammerheads. Jax was certain that the escort frigates would likely hold back the Spearhead Cruiser collectively, but due to its perceived armament, it was potentially stronger than all five of them. And with escorts? The rear would fall within the next few minutes, Jax knew. The look from his long time friend Zaren Bouqi said that he noticed that too. But it was a problem to face when they got their.

"So where's the rest of the... Fourteenth?"

"Atrisia, unless they got destroyed. Then... that'd be unfortunate."

Spoiler

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

[OOC]: Didn't react to your second post [member="Jagger Fuga"] with the apparent outflanking and blocking my fire as you're double posting in less than twenty-four hours without a response from me. That's just not going to work. You can use it in your next turn though. So yeah, it didn't happen yet. Thanks for understanding.

The same for [member="Maizono"], of course.

 

[Alecandria]

Without a word uttered, Alecandria turned away from Malakai and followed after Mephirium. She had no intent on ignoring the orders given by the apprentice, but he was not her captor-- No, master. They shared a master now as she came to fully accept her position. The array of colors before her made it easier to do so. Unprovoked, the Alliance had launched an attack upon those around her with seemingly no valid reason. They were in the wrong, and the Sith... Even though she now threw herself into their confines, she did not entirely agree with their methods.

The sacrifices of those allied with the Dark Lord had granted the already powerful man an awe-inspiring and intimidating presence. As she followed dutifully along with Cyril, the self-exiled Jedi flanked his left. At some point during their wake, the woman's unpainted lips drew into a soft, gentle smile.

The manifested amalgamations gave room for them to pass, clearing from before them. The smoke and ash that parted, encircling them was paid no mind by the brunette. Distantly, she found herself curious as to why the Dark Lord had called her to join him instead of his favored two. As if her silent question had been heard, she understood.

Visible ahead of them and confronting a monstrosity, Alecandria spotted the other Jedi. As Mephirium dismissed the creature, her focus was upon the other woman. Crystal blue eyes shifted to Mephirium's mask before flicking back. A brow rose as he called her to them, inviting her into his sphere of protection.

She was a small woman, and against the relentless varying greys of volcanic fury, she seemed even smaller still.

When the woman reduced the divide between them, Alecandria took one step forward and planted herself upon the earth beside the Sith Lord.

The meager voice that came from the Jedi was surprisingly soft, inquiring. "Atrisia weeps."

Alecandria's smile had long faded, and what replaced it was a frown. Sympathy arose and she could not help but agree.

"She is," spoke the white-robed woman. "And she weeps because she her people and guests were threatened unnecessarily. Reckless actions have caused this devastation. If you seek the ones who instigated this destruction, you must look up and passed the sky." To emphasis her statement, Alecandria lifted her right hand with her index finger held erect. "It is by the fault of those who can not comprehend the world is not black and white."


[member="Bethany Kismet"] | [Member="Darth Mephirium"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Seras Rose"],

"How long are you going to be running evac? I was going to head out to look for any survivors if no one had responded. If you will be using the break in the storm to leave i will be staying behind to see if i can find anyone else for evacuation."

The droid glanced to Sera as he loaded the last of the wounded soldiers he could fit on the rather small transport,

"A break in the storm like this might not happen again for a while, so I would say this is the only chance on evac from me. I will be coming back down here although who knows if I will not have to crash land with the interference in atmosphere."

HK looked up at the sky, scanning over the storm,

"We might be able to coordinate some shuttles and transports to unload new troops and evacuate the wounded, but no promises."

Looking back to Sera he motioned towards one part of the city, where they left [member="Spencer Varanin"],

"Over there we have a Force user who is causing distortions in the storm, she might need protection, I will probably go there first when I will come back."

He then motioned towards another part of the outskirts, where [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] and [member="Causstik Rahn"] were facing off

"That way we received reports of our Mandalorian allies fighting off Trandoschan mercenary forces, they could use extra hands as well."

HK then motioned towards the palace where [member="Raph Thule"] was leading troops in a push,

"And by the palace the Alliance forces are attempting to breech into Sith command post, but they are getting quickly outnumbered."

He looked back to Seras,

"The Force User will probably be able to handle her own, it might be a good idea to help the Mandalorians push so they could regroup with Alliance troops at the force and reinforce them. However, that could take too much time. The choice is yours, whatever you chose, good luck, and may the Force be with you."

The droid nodded to Seras, stepping back into his ship as he motioned upwards to his robotic pilot, the transport would jerk slightly as it lifted off the ground with whoosh of the engines and the black ship would head off towards the sky, the door closing as it did so.


[member="Ajira Cardei"],

HK would move over to the ship's console, fiddling with the holo-radio receptor briefly before he tuned it into Abregado-Rae Entertainment Channel broadcast, being this close to his home planet, and with their transmitters being rather well developed, Atrisia had a pretty good reception. The ship's sound systems would start to play droid music Abregado-Rae tended to prefer, due to the large droid population and the fact that HK personally had almost total control over what went on their holo networks.

The droid went to sit next to Ajira, glancing to her,

"How are you holding up?"

Machine asked as the transport pitched up, engines flaring, wind whipping at its black hull, the vessel aimed at the hole within the raging sky. It was some serene, peaceful portal among chaos and destruction that raged, maintained solely by Spencer's will, giving them a window, and door, into the darkness of the void beyond, and more chaos as a space battle raged beyond it. His words may have distracted Ajira, but he couldn't exactly sense that she was channeling the Force, as far as he was concerned she was just meditating or having a rest after everything she went through.

With the robotic voice serenading them through the sound systems, almost to the beat of the song, the ship rocked and jerked as it made its passage through the storm, the electric energy from the force-born disaster licked at it dangerously, threateningly, but thanks to the precision of its inorganic pilots, the shuttle made it through safely.

The Knight Of The Eclipse would find itself in the void soon enough, carrying the wounded with them aboard, greeted by the sight of destruction and continuation of the Force storm within the cosmos surrounding the tormented planet,

"Fething hell."

HK muttered as he saw the destruction and chaos in orbit, among the lightning and dark energy someone apparently also decided to summon a giant eldritch beast,

"That is a prime example of a Sith temper tantrum if I ever saw one."

The droid piloting the ship quipped,

"Go figure,"

HK, the one next to Ajira in the shiny Phrik body, yet covered in Vong goop, continued,

"Every time I try to snipe a Sith, they get warned by the Force and dodge the bullet."

He looked to Ajira,

"Yet when they conjure a storm the Force is silent and no one has enough time to get in position."

The machine shook his head at the injustice of the metaphysical,

"Where do you want to be dropped off?"

 

[Adele Adonai]

Jar’Kai groundside
Immediate Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] @Gabriel Siomona
Nearby: [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
Enemies: Dominion Peeps


Awareness came in shades of gray. Ice blue eyes fluttered open. Ash and soot fell from the heavens like tainted snow. Pain registered within the Jedi Healer, but nothing she couldn't handle. Slowly she rose, blurred vision clarifying with every blink she took.


There was darkness here. She felt it straight into her bones. Overhead the storm calmed but it wasn't enough.


It wasn't enough.


Within the breast of the Iridonian, she knew something had to be done. She understood the pain. She understood the burden.


“The storm needs corralling.” The barest glint of silver shone under the bridge of her forehead, the circlet Jacen had given her. A protection from those that would haunt her.


Blood trickled a crimson stain from her temple, dotting the silver threaded white robes she wore. Shutting her eyes, she sank into the force. She could feel it. Feel her.


“A tower is only as strong as its foundation.” Opening her eyes she glanced at Jacen and Gabriel.


“She needs help.”