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

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

Khomm
Galactic Alliance


The Ambassador stood within the helm of the Dawn of Sullust. She had come to Khromm to discuss trade negotiations when word of what had happened on Atrisia came in.

As the sitrep updated, the woman knew she had to act quickly. Delegates that had been sent to Chrystan, Constancia, Thracior, and Liliac were contacted. It was up to them to now do their best to ensure the ease of any humanitarian aid and support. Being along the border of Alliance space and having recently aided in the push back of the One Sith had helped build bridges, but in the ongoing chaos, what would they do then?

“Ambassador,” her aide, Cer Va, called for her at her side.

“We have Her Majesty, [member="Faith Organa"] on the line for you. She is enroute to Atrisia and would like to coordinate efforts with us. “

Surprise shone mildly across the redheads visage.

“Patch the message through.”

“Of course.”

Within the minute, Areith’s holoimage now bloomed via the comm

[ This is Ambassador Arieth zh'Vranthi Of the Galactic Alliance. It is a pleasure and a welcome to have your help your Majesty. Tell me, what is the situation at Atrisia and how can we best coordinate things? ]

A pause then she continued. [ we have begun a triage site on nearby Inysh. That should be the closest foreword base that is friendly there. We have the New Jedi Order also bringing aid fromDulvoyinn. ]

Spoiler: Diplomatic Fleet

GR90 E-war transport
ANS Eyes On, Dependable
Thranta MK2-Class Frigate
ANS Centennial, Legion, Rogue Element
Sentinel-Class Cruiser
ANS Long Watch
Dreadnought MKIII
ANS Echelon
Consular Class Cruiser
ANS Sullust Dawn

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Cuvacia
Anaxes

Allies: [member="Zaren Bouqi"]
Enemies: [member="Jagger Fuga"] | [member="Maizono"]

R9 toodled at him. No joy on the hits. Korr's teeth clenched together. Jaw muscles writhed.

"Looks like we'll have to do this the hard way. Are-Nine, you have control. Clawbird maneuver."

An affirmative boop. Ryan released his control on the yoke and let his astromech do the rest. Reaching down inside the cockpit he pulled out a breath mask with an external filter and slipped it over his head. The edges hissed at they created an environmental seal with the thinsuit he wore - his only clothing. No armor. Armor would just slow him down. Ryan deliberately unbuckled the crashwebbing with steady fingers.

Korr broke comm silence across their encrypted channel. "Sable Squadron, break off and regroup with Bouqi for further orders. Leave the Anaxes to me."

The nose of the X-wing tilted 'til it pointed straight at the helm of the massive ship. R9 pushed the throttle to maximum and they came in hot. Korr's fingers curled around the hilt of his lightsaber and he breathed slowly, steadying himself. In and out. In and out. In and- now.

He yanked on a yellow and black handle. The cockpit shot back. The charybdis of hard vacuum sucked him out of the seat and into the void. The chill temperature sent a shiver through his body, but the thinsuit did its job. He floated there for a few heartbeats until he bumped against a long slab of glasteel.

The bridge's viewport.

The Jedi stared at the occupants to see if he recognized any. He didn't.

Methodically, Ryan placed the tip of his emitter against the viewport and thumbed the activation. The azure blade whooshed to life, eating through the glasteel like a knife through hot butter. Korr started to drag the blade around to carve a half-circle. He would be through in seconds.

 

[Xis]

Location: Thebeon
Allies: The Graug, The Dominion
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance
Gear: Armor, Bow, Lightsaber, Rifle
Objective: Peace Talks sadly

Do these jedi remember nothing of honor? Even now across the galaxy their numbers converged on the cornered members of The Dominion. The fools… Did they not learn their lesson about cornering their foes, had they not lost enough on this day? Sitting back on his throne Xis’ mandibles clicked in what could only be considered laughter. He stared out the viewport and down upon the planet of Thebeon yet not directly at it. His eyes carried past the planet and watching the faultlines of the force. Every action and reaction played itself before Xis. While he could do nothing to outright effect the outcomes of what was currently happening perhaps he could provide aid? Yet his task had already been given, he was meant to protect the world of Thebeon and warn them of the coming Galactic Alliance even provide protection.

“Begin maneuvers to blockade the planet. I will go down to… Parlay with the diplomats.” Rolling his amber eyes Xis craved to be joining his brothers in battle. To stampede over the jedi, to show them what true power was. They had proven themselves weak on this day, the galaxy would never forget this entire incident was perpetuated by the Alliance’s single minded dedication to destroy the dark. How would this look in the eyes of other civilizations? Would they draw back? Scream out in protest at all the unnecessary deaths? Perhaps, Xis would be surprised if such an event didn’t occur. Moving to leave the bridge Xis was followed by a vanguard of Graug. They served their Warlord faithfully possibly even worshipped him. “No brothers… I will be going alone. It is the only way I can gain the trust of the humans below.”

There was a grunt from the leader of the vanguard signaling his disapproval of the situation. “I will be fine and if anything were to happen to me destroy this accursed world.” The vanguard could’ve truthfully come along but there was a reason Xis wanted them to stay behind. The Vong and Graug were both perceived to be savages, barbarians, primitives. They would be discounted immediately upon his soldiers showing themselves while one Graug. Himself, one who could speak proper basic and knew how to carry himself in the political field. Still it would be pleasing to rip them to shreds spreading their tattered remains across the planet. Entering his personal Coral-skipper, Xis disembarked The Dreadwalker and headed to the designated landing port.

Spoiler: Horde Vessels (3150m)

The Dreadwalker (Matalok) 1200m
Sleepless Night (Suuv Ban D'Krid) 720m
Solemn Penance (Uumufalh) 615m
Waking Nightmare (Uumufalh)615m

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Artisia, 1000m away from force storm.
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41ngnsC8w4E​

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"Errr... Vul-canus." the ridged words escaped his mouth. The light of the stars stretched across the view port, the sight of almost hypnotic. Sitting in a bio-organic command chair was seated a large hulking figure. The brute dwarfed the chair he sat in causing the whole scene to look rather strange. Between each breath a light growl sounded and orange eyes scanned the depths of nothingness that was hyperspace. " Hmmm..Hyperspace... Mmm." he growled enjoying his view, then the ship shifted and organic parts inside began to move. They had arrived. Graug high priests helped their warlord command the Grauget.

Slamming a fist on a rather slime-like growth next to him the Warlord spoke aloud having his voice boom throughout the ship. " Graug... " he paused. Before him outside the view port was utter hell. Even in hypersapce he could see odd distortions forming in spots. With a violent rumble the Grauget dropped out a hyperspace toward the edge of Artisia atmosphere. Florescent lights flashed and the ship its self halted as he commanded with a hand.

" Vul-canous ..is Here! GRAUG!!! " He shouted and took his fist off the growth in this organic chair. The halls of the ship roared with the screams of the graug waiting to meet their new ascended god. The Warlord frowned at the massive force storm before them several thousand meters away. There was a small opening to get through to the planet. It looked enticing but even the great graug warlord Barash knew better. Fleets close to the storm were left in mere debris creating a wreckage of metal and even then some of the surviving ships were still in combat against one another.

Barashs gaze remained on the opening in the Force storm. He could see nothing and it made him very curious why no one was using it. With a growl he began commanded the ship to scan the area. No results in the storm, the gravity distortion was too great. Swiping his hand with some disappointment his next action was to magnify the screen on the action taking place on the nearest fleet ship. The Anaxes.

To Barashs amazement a man could be seen jump out of what looked like then air into space and onto a Command tower!!!??. With the slap of his hand the screen zoomed in more of the scene. " Hahahahaha! Little man struggle. Little man cant fly. Mmmm. " he cracked and closed his eyes to reach out with the force. Flashes of parts and blueprints came to his mind instantly but none he wanted. Deeper he searched till the sight of a Astro-droids could seen. Last he remembered there was none out their when he checked but he could feel them and see them in his mind. Mechu-Deru.

R5... R7.....R9.....R1...R8. There was alot of em.

- Fly into little man. Lock cockpits.- he demanded forcing his dominance over through the force into machine. Crossing his arms the warlord stood up with excitement ready to see little man go splat.


Horde Vessels (3150m)

Spoiler

The Grauget - Matalok 1200m
The Hammer - Suuv ban D'Krid 720m
The Acidspit - Uumufalh 615m
Overwarer - Uumufalh 615m

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Allies: Sith and Co

Enemy: GA and Co

Forces: x1 Brimstone-class assault cruiser 'Celestial Knight'
x 36 Low Altitude Assault Transports/Infantry (LAAT/i)
x 1080 Marines

Objective: Reach the capitol of Atrisia and provide support for allies

Entertainment for this fine evening: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYWdgBtSM8s

Having the helmsman push the engines as hard as as possible while arming the guns and bringing up the shields, Bartic turns to his XO and says, "You're in charge here, you scratch her and it's your ass"

On that note Bartic departed the bridge and started moving towards the rear hanger where his force of marines had gathered pausing at the armoury along the way to pick up a DC-17m and a blast vest for protection against flak and other light weapons while still identifying him as an officer. He then entered the large hanger where his men were assembled in their mismatched armour and weapons, the loot of many raids, since joining the Dominion they did gain some semblance of discipline, not much, but enough to snap to attention when their commander was ready to address them.

"Alright ladies, we'll be hitting the capitol soon, and long range scans seem to indicate those dirty 'Mandos have air superiority which means it's your favourite, a combat drop. Now for once the locals will be greeting us with open arms so if I catch any of you looting something that wasn't shooting at you I'll kill you myself and frag what's left of your corpse."

The short "speech" was meet with a cheer, after all Mandalorians always carried the best loot.

"Now everyone get to your gunship and I'll see you on the surface"

The marines, if you could call them that, began to load on to their ships the sound of turbolasers and quad lasers firing could be heard throughout the ship the "Knight" was attempting to gain some sort of air superiority, and it appeared to be working as a flaming fighter blew by the opening to the hanger and the first gunship containing Bartic and thirty of the best in his crew lifted off towards the remnants palace in order to find out what had happened to their emperor [member="Darth Mephirium"].

 

[Ellie Mors]

Conquistador

Atrisia

It had always been a minor world to her, a planet that never garnered her interest. But that had been before an incarnation of the Sith Brotherhood, the very brotherhood that had diminished the power of the Sith for nearly two thousand years, was reformed on its pitiful crust. When she'd been living as a member of the One Sith the planet was largely ignored, but even then it had never been a safe haven for the pathetic ilk that had clamored there to rebel against the Galactic Alliance. The circumstances that arose had kept her at bay, never arriving to stamp them out herself because she could not reconcile her hatred for their idiocy with assisting the Galactic Alliance in their largely successful campaign to eradicate the Sith and the likes of them - not until the Lok'tek was summoned, a massive force storm created, and a gigantic volcanic demon formed out of an eruption on the planet's surface. Amidst the chaos it would only be too easy a task to rid the galaxy of the fools that had finally grown a little too big for their breeches.

It would prove to be a good source of learning material for her apprentice, [member="Mala Arar"], to observe just what she was going to be getting into. The Coruscanti native had grown up manipulating average civilians, but she'd never been on a war front before, never actually seen battle - nothing like what Silara had grown up and been trained for from an age that should have kept her in school had she not been an acolyte. Although the acolyte - Mala - had not confirmed that she would be joining her on Atrisia's surface, as she was still without any real and serious training and Silara didn't want her apprentice getting in over her head unless she was absolutely confident in being able to survive, the two were heading towards the planet in a Locust-class starfighter of her own design. The ship, itself, was nearly as old as her youngest daughter - who still thought she was dead - but it was in perfect working order, probably because it hadn't been touched in nearly a decade since she last left it on Khar Shian.

"I will be bringing us planet-side, but I'll have it take you out of harms way once I get off - unless you plan to go with me." The Sith lord said, watching the destruction unfold in the fleeting engagement as a force storm was being contested by another few masters of the force and ships fired on each other. She wasn't here for that, though, and simply flew the interceptor through the debris and turbolaser fire like a locust through a sandstorm on their way to the planet of Atrisia. "Coordinates will be left on the navigational computer for you to return to the planet when either this is all blown over or you're ready to join me. I highly suggest you just come with me, though, it will serve as a valuable learning experience." She noted as she pushed the control stick forwards and took a dive towards the planet. Coordinates were punched in and a hood was pulled forwards. As per usual, Silara kept both of her lightsabers attached to her belt on each side of her. They would be arriving shortly, not too far away from the site of the gigantic volcanic monstrosity that was - or had been - [member="Darth Vulcanus"].

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: Thebeon
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: The Dominion, The Graug, [member="Xis"]
Objective: Peace Talks

Operational forces had been deployed throughout the sector as the forces of the Galactic Alliance sought to curtail any needless collateral damage. Thebeon had been one such world were members of the Alliance had been deployed. It was in a unique position, Thebeon; it had not been part of the One Sith empire, not properly. It had instead merely existed along the fringes. Nor had the Protectorate ever ventured so far coreward as to lay claim to the planet. In fact, only the short-lived Atrisian Empire had ever laid claim to the planet, and even they had quickly been subsumed by the Fringe Confederacy. It was a world that had seen many "protectors" arise, only to fall in short order.

The diplomat that the Alliance had sent, a Human man with grey at his temples and throughout his beard, stood alongside several members of his entourage and took in the unfolding chaos. It seemed as though yet another splinter faction of Sith had emerged to lay claim to this area of space. No doubt they had grand plans of restoring the glory of the One Sith empire. Still, it was troubling. Reports were coming in of massive Force Storms in orbit over Atrisia, and the wildfire of the battle was slowly leaking throughout the sector. And now, on Thebeon, the first traces of it showed. Vong ships had arrived in orbit. Their sight was, while not exactly shocking, cause for a great deal of concern. After all, there were a great many records of recent history tying the Vong to the One Sith. Though the diplomat was aware of an attempted rebellion by a splinter group of Vong who sought out their own path, he was not fully aware of what such an act of defiance held for the present.

"I'm sure you want to order us to fire on them, eh Diplomat?" One of the military advisers to the Thebeon government sneered, his face radiating contempt and condescension. He represented the part of the Thebeon government that was more willing to sign the Alliance off as another group of wasted efforts and empty promises. Others were more inclined to side with the Alliance, believing them to be a proper government that could offer the world a great deal of stability and economic advancement.

For his part, the diplomat smiled and shook his head. "On the contrary; by the movements of their fleet, holding in orbit while a lone shuttle comes down to the surface, I think it rather clear that they mean to talk. And I must say, I rather like talking." His voice never wavered, never rose in pitch or tone. His was the perfect mask of diplomacy amidst the growing storms of war. "By all means, let them come. Perhaps then we shall have an agreeable end and retire with our minds at ease." Of course, the diplomat did not believe for one second that this envoy was a true bringer of peace. He put more stock in the notion that this was an empty gesture to save face; making a diplomatic offering to bring the planet to heel, and have free cause to lay waste to it if they were refused. Well it seemed as though the uncertainty of the times had decided to visit Thebeon after all.

 

[Nick Sept]

[member="Soeht"] [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Darth Lykos"]


[youtube]https://youtu.be/MP03E0kivBE[/youtube]


The skies were boiling with power. He raised a brow for a moment, as he heard a dead man call upon the other spirits for help. He considered joining this summons for a brief moment. No, tis wasn't his war to win. And frankly, he had far larger concerns. No, his quest, his prize, was under his feet, not in the heavens above. Not today.


The ghost slowly moved down the stairs, his pace seeming to ebb and flow more than a steady movements. Had any had the misfortune of watching him, of seeing him, they would have felt somethign was....off. Somethign they couldn't put a figner on. But thankfully, there were no witnesses or people to bother him as he walked through the underground of this city. Skulking about in a series of urban caves--the dead man sighed. He hadn't even brought a weapon. Ah, well, he probably wouldn't need it. Probably, the spirt mused to himself as he found what his senses had told him to hunt for.


A chamber. Water. Slow and heavy, as if under a lake that was leaking. Or a river. And in the centere, elevated dramatically, stood a man in armor. An imposing figure, whose essence coudl be felt, and frankly, it felt spikey. Still, it'd be rude to barge in and jsut stare at the man, even if it was a stare without eyes. He nodded politely to the large figure. "I am Sept. What brings you here? And why do you seek out others?"


Nick's smile was unnerving. Not because a warm, tranquil smile was particuarly unusual or uncanny, but because frankly, what kind of maniac would greet all of this fresh hell with a smile? Nick pushed his glasses up his nose slightly, green pin-pricks of light briefly shining from behind them.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Capital city, heading for palace
Enemies: [member="Akuma"] Matata, [member="Seria Ventreme"],[member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Kruel Zing"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
Allies: [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Raph Thule"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Spencer Varanin"]

“And I can’t see us getting any evacuation from this place soon,” Jacen replied to Gabe. Already those members of the Dogs with them had started to arrange positions. In the crumbling city a few squads of elite soldiers were worth far more than any war machines.

With a shake of his head he checked his comm unit. “We’ve lost the signal between planetside and the fleet. But there are other Alliance assets on the ground. All unit’s kit is trying to form an ecrypted battlespace mesh.”

The tactical map was screwed, positioning thrown off by the Force Storm. An Alliance padawan was calling for aid.

“Seras Rose, this is Marshal Voidstalker. I think we’ve crashed near your position but I can’t get coordinates. I can see the palace to my north.”

Jacen turned to Adele, catching sight of the trickle of blood. It was hard not to see her in a different light since she had left herself so exposed to him back on Sullust.

“Yes,” he agreed. “We head for the centre of this. To end it.”

Orders were given and he chose a direction based on what he felt was the centre of the maelstrom. But the Force had deceived him. Instead of the source of the storm they found Spencer Jacobs attempting to stem the tide.

Jacen squinted as they approached, fingers reflexively tightening around his saber. It seemed there were shapes in the storm. Lightning flared across the sky, another fine Atrisian piece of architecture laid low, and the apparitions seemed to vanish. It took a moment for Voidstalker to realise they were not really there. Was the storm defending itself? This wasn’t his area of expertise. But he knew darkness when he felt it.

He steeled his mind as Adele had shown him. Brick by brick he closed off his mind against the darkness. He raised one hand, palm outwards. The air shimmered before his hand before faint strands of light coalesced into a ball of Light.

“Away with you!” he called as he strode forwards.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Atrisia; Planetside
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

They had come as reinforcements.

The general idea being to help and reinforce the troops already trying to pitch a fight against the Sith on Atrisia. Yet, as Sardun groaned, it was clear to him that quite little would come of that idea. A heavy durasteel bar, ripped away from the wall, pinned his leg down to the floor and something sticky seeped from his hair down into his eyes.

Blood. He hadn't seen his blood in a long time. The matukai teachings made your skin as tough as beskar, your healing factor tripled if not more, but only when you were paying attention.

When you were expecting the blow.

Exertion prompted him to grit his teeth, as his hands gripped beneath the bar and started pushing up. The Force was erratic, but there was only a need for half a second... and he was free. Didn't mean all that much, though. There was still a burning wreckage to navigate. Still bodies to go over and see if there was anyone alive after the crash.

Gorram flak screen had ripped right through their transports.

There wasn't much time to waste. The moment that fire got to the reactor? There wouldn't be much fun to be had.

 

[H3xle]

Just as she had assumed, the Trandoshan saw her charge as a physical challenge, and strove to meet it. His legs churned at the broken up rubble strewn across the street, his hips were angled and shoulders forward. Despite the sprouting of daggers from his wrists and boots, it looked like the burly lizard meant to make this a ground game.

That would make Taryc's day a fair bit more difficult, what with her being roughly a quarter of her opponents size. She had the Force on her side, but this was one small battle amid the ruin happening to Atrisia, and she didn't want to burn herself out just as she set foot on the field. No, grappling would be the wrong move.

The thoughts happened in the blink of an eye, her trained combat sense, burned into her mind from an early age in her training as an Inquisitor, showed her what her opponent intended. While she might be able to go toe to toe with the Trandoshan, it wasn't the smart move.

'Whenever possible, go for the smart move...' the voice of her long dead trainer had merged with her own inner voice, but either way it was good advice.

Rather than meet brute force with brute force, Taryc decided to take the high road. She continued her charge until her opponents momentum was committed, then she pushed off the ground into a high leap, arcing to flip over her opponent and test the armor with her blade as she went over, attempting to have her blazing beskar blade cut through either plates or links. Once she landed, she'd roll to the side, expecting a counter move. She'd roll to her feet and dance back, watching what her large opponent would do next.

As she and her opponent continued their dance, the forces of Clan Vereen descended around them.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="draco vereen"]

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

“You could say that.” Kaili said before she cleared her throat and tried not to look guilty. “I may have yelled at them. A lot.”

The kid was after all rather livid in her emotions sometimes. Far more so than her siblings. It was what got her into the most problems when she was younger and when it came to fighting there had been plenty of times when Kira and Soliael both had to separate her from her brother in a particularly menacing hissy fit. While Kaili had without a doubt gotten better handling said outbursts that didn’t mean they didn’t still happen every now and then. The poor man on the other side of that particular conversation had simply been caught in a spectacularly bad mood, and if Kaili had the ability to apologize she would have.

“Like I said, I wanted to get home. Problem was that they decided to set up a blockade around the planet right about then.” Kaili looked towards the stairs leading up to the hatch that would take them to the surface. “Though I think my ship was destroyed by the storms outside, I’m not sure.”

And if Kaili was to be honest with herself she no longer saw any guilt in cutting her losses and leaving. The people were in the bunkers. Her job — which also was her father’s by extension — was about as done as it ever would be. That didn’t stop the fact that storms still raged above. Now that was the real issue at hand.

“Do you think we should try to get topside and see what is causing all of this?” The girl asked her father as her eyes wandered down the hallway towards the exit. “The people here are as safe as they can get, for now.”

A subconscious little step went in the direction of the door while her hand latched on to her father’s hand. “I just need to know about my ship.”

Not true. She wanted to see the extent of the damage caused to the world itself as well with her own eyes. She needed to know.

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Location - running towards [member="Adas James Malgus"]
Enemies - unknown - likely the GA, anyone hunting Adas
Allies?? maybe [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Soeht"]

Ren was using her awareness of the force and Adas' presence within it to find him. He kept moving which did not concern her, what kept coming back through to her was the range of emotions that kept filtering through.

Disbelief.

Hope.

Curiosity.

Rage.

Fear.

Feeling his emotions only made her move through the halls quicker. The halls began to grow smaller, personal, secretive. Ren turned to the guards, "be mindful, find the Prince and protect him at all costs."

Ren finally was close enough she could hear the whispers of voices, she slowed her step. Adas was still afraid then in a very clear voice she heard him, 'you hear that? That is my father! We must move quick! He needs us!" Ren paused she had felt Mythos die what was it that Adas was chasing?

The room they entered was not one that she was familiar with, she had thought that Mythos just might be building chambers beneath the palace when she first arrived. The axe, and her time on the blade had dulled much of her senses and filled her with the darkness, corrupting what light had remained. This room when she stepped inside seemed not only to reek of darkness, it radiated.

She knew Adas had gone down there and if he had, she was going. Ren ruled by her emotions and her attachments she would often walk where others would turn back. The guards moved to go before her, but she stopped them. They could follow, cautiously she started down the stairs. She could hear Adas' voice one thing for certain he was not alone.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Personal ship
Friends: The GA [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies, the Sith

She was sitting waiting for the next message from Draco, ready to pounce on it with some witty, angered remark and when it came she was shocked by what it said.

//Draco - I'm sure any help that you bring home to work for you, especially if it's to put your socks in the hamper can find a very comfortable room among the staff. A Zeltron...really you want a zeltron... I've heard why people really want Zeltrons, if that's how you feel about it, rather than just agreeing to pick up the FETHING SOCKS - FINE have one....the couch on Mandalore I'm sure will have room for everyone. OH and while you are at it take those nude pics of RA with you.
Faith//

Faith looked at the rage that ran across the atmosphere of Atrisia it mirrored the rage she was feeling inside. So Draco now wanted a Zeltron, she forgot everything about the gamorrean being part of the message she only saw pink. Jealousy reared up over something that didn't even exist.

Finally the Captain kept broke into Faith's silent rant "Princess we can try to go through the turbulence but there is no guarantees the ship can handle the stress, or that the engines wouldn't be damaged and we'd be stranded, or crash"

Ana sat monitoring communications as much as she could the reports she heard had sounded unbelievable like everyone was on a drinking binge on Atrisia, Volcano Monsters being among her favorite to listen for. The reports of the Cuthulu were also frightening.

Faith nodded she wanted to go, she wanted to help to be stranded would be of no help, and worse in truth Draco was there. Even with all of the arguing over the placement of his dirty laundry and zeltrons if she lost him, Faith looked somewhere far off taking a deep breath to drive the thoughts away, she wasn't going to lose him. She had already lost one husband, she couldn't lose another.

But she had no control over that. The life of a Mandalorian one never knew when the end would come. She and Draco had been living life as if it were their last day. They did have several beautiful homes, their children wanted for nothing, they loved whenever possible, the clung to one another in the darkness, and whispered their longings for one another throughout the long separations.

"Incoming message Princess"

The holo burned bright blue as the image of [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"] appeared, Faith moved over to step onto the holo project to exchange images with the Alliance Ambassador. "Greetings Ambassador, the circumstances here are dire. There is a storm seen here from above Atrisia which has made reaching the surface difficult, I have been trying to reach family on Atrisia and so far there is no response." Faith remembered what the Captain said, "I'm not sure we can reach the surface until the storm subsides, or an opening presents itself."

Ana held up a sign, that talked about the volcano monster and Cuthulu Faith Yes the monsters

She realized in that moment that all the time she had been arguing with Draco over his socks she could have gotten information about what kind of help they needed.

There were millions of Atrisians below, among them loyalists who had served and protected House Togashi for generations. She felt as responsible for them as she did for anyone who served and protected House Organa.

"Ambassador I also understand there is a Volcano Monster that the ground forces have to deal with, and a Cuthulu above Atrisia that the Alliance forces have engaged. Do you have any medical teams on the ground at all, anyone embedded with the military?" Faith had some training, first aid mostly she knew Draco had a few medics but they weren't doctors.

Suddenly Draco's dirty socks weren't quite as important as before.

 

[Adas James Malgus]

Adas would have grown playing around in these tunnels.. instead he grew in Dagobah hunting to eat. Far from royal upbringings. He did not walk through the tunnels, he ran through them like a bat outta hell. He need to get to the surface and fast but first he needed to get his father out of whatever trouble he was in. [member="Darth Lykos"] behind him alongside the Jar'Kai, they barreled down the black tunnels of the underground directly to Soeht.

Adas could feel the air grow cold as winter, he was used to the winter but this cold was different in every way. The Jar'Kai could sense what they were heading to, they knew this was not Mythos already, they could sense the power that was beckoning them and it was not Mythos, it was someone or something else and it was strong, really strong. Strong enough to passively freeze the breath from their lungs.

The Jar'Kai had fought Draco Vereen and the mandalorians, they had seen the Rise and fall of the one Sith including the Emperor himself and Mephirium. They had fought in Panatha to re-establish Kaines rule so they knew the power of Kaine too. Yet this was something entirely different, ancient as the stone and malicious... Yet they would not utter a word to the prince... they were begining to understand that this child was beyond questioning.

Upon reaching the massive chamber Adas saw [member="Nick Sept"]. He raised an eyebrow at the man but quickly snapped back to the elevated platform and ran to it. "Dad! What are you doing here!? We need you Up top! The Soldiers are-"

It hit him right then and there, he was one of the few beings in the galaxy to lay eyes on [member="Soeht"] and he froze solid. The running water and the drops of liquid hitting the duracrete were the only companions of the silence that befell Adas when he realized... This was not his father and the voice he heard was not Mythos' voice. "You... aren't my Father... are you..."
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[Asajj]

Location: The Capital; The Palace; Mythos' Bedroom
Objective: Find out what the hell's going on.
Allies: [member="Mythos"] ?
Enemies: Anyone attacking the palace.

Asajj was often an extremely heavy sleeper, once not waking even in an earthquake. There was however a few things that could wake her and it seemed one of those was Force Storms. She had shot up from her sleep at the distinct sound of them gathering, and with them came the sounds of battle. Quickly she darted out of bed, grabbing and donning her clothes on her way to the window. Once there she peered out to see the mayhem all around; Force Storms, soldiers, even Jedi. After seconds she pulled her head back inside and closed the window promptly. Ever since being with Mythos she thought she'd left this Jedi and Sith business behind, but it seemed the whole planet was not engulfed in it's problems.

Her first idea was to reach for her personal commlink, hoping to try contact Mythos and see what the hell was going on.
"Oi Clothface, you there? Clothface!" She hit the damned thing as if it would make him reply. At the same time she shuffled to the door, opening it to peer into the corridors. By the sounds of it the attackers hadn't made it inside yet. With a sigh she moved back in to fetch her gear. All she had in Mythos' room was a pistol and her lightsaber, both of which she holstered at her sides. She then brushed her hair out of her face, which was now blue since it had reminded her of the first time she met Mythos, and walked out into the palace halls.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="HK-36"]

She stayed folded in on herself as if in shock or in thought or just resting. From time to time she chuckled at the droid's jokes. The bulk of her attention remained on [member="Spencer Varanin"], on sending her strength in quantity.

"Where? Ah..." She looked down at her comlink. "There's a Naboo cruiser on the edge of the system. You'll have to make a short jump - it would take months at sublight. It's transmitting a beacon on Alliance channel thirty-five. Getting there and back should be straightforward."

She took a long breath and sat up, meeting his photoreceptors. "Thank you, HK-36. I owe you one."

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

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


The cold, black void of space was littered with the detritus of the battle that had taken place. Debris floated across the vast expanse, whilst the lightning storms continued to strike with relentless intensity. An aura of darkness surrounded the system of Atrisia. It was like a gaping maw that sought to swallow all life. Only a few hours had passed since the start of the cataclysmic battle, yet the gods and goddesses of death had reaped a bitter harvest. A giant eldritch beast prowled across the stars.


The small Firemane flotilla was on the fringes, having sought to escape the chaos. They'd weaved a path through asteroids, debris from both allied and hostile ships along with the occasional tentacle from a giant evil god. A few wounded were in the frigate's medbay. Two of them had been restrained to keep them from hurting themselves or each other.


Elpsis staggered and then keeled over after they were in the clear. Thankfully, a crewer was close and caught the redhead before she could hit the floor and hurt her head in the process.


Shielding the crew from the psychic scream of Cthulhu had drained her a good deal. She was shaking when she was led to a chair and sat down. The redhead would not voice just how scared she'd been when she stared into the aura of the archdemon. She could at least take some comfort in the fact that the eldritch abomination had been slain before.


"Good work, Elaris," the Eldorai Captain finally said, then made a gesture to a comms officer. "Send a message to Lady Kerrigan and inform her of what has transpired. And try to contact the Alliance fleet (Zark) and enquire what their plans are. Our flotilla does not have the firepower to vanquish this demon alone." Especially not while the system was still being afflicted by a Force Storm.


For her part, Elpsis breathed in deeply. Her head hurt like hell, her brain felt like it had been scrambled. Someone fetched her a cold cloth, which she applied to her head, wiping away some of the sweat. She wiped her bleeding nose. "Feth. Anyone got a whiskey?" she asked randomly. She felt like she'd earned herself a drink!


"Try to reach HK, too." Elpsis could not really see the comm console because anything without an aura visible in the Force kind of turned into background noise for her, so a minion did the work for her, trying to hail the Iron Knight on their private channel while his ship transported him and [member="Ajira Cardei"] out of the maelstorm to safety.


"Iron guy, you still in one piece? We're alright. Mostly. Sithies had the brilliant idea of waking up freaking Cthulhu." Well, actually the Sith brotherhood that had taken control of Atrisia was not responsible, but Elpsis didn't know that. She glanced at the Captain. "Lotek'k got killed twice before. Just gotta pump the queen with enough firepower. It bleeds, we can kill it. Or force it back into hell."


The Captain would not budge. This was probably sensible. One did not just walk up to Cthulhu and punch him in the face. "I'm not blindly death charging that thing. And you would not have the power to shield us from its psychic onslaught on your own. We wait for new orders."

 

[Asmus Janes]

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Rogue One/CO – Commander [member="Asmus Janes"] “Slick”

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[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Ben Carlin"][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Five – Lieutenant [member="Loske Matson"] [OCC LOA][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Six – Flight Officier [member="Cal Sedaire"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Seven - Lieutenant [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Eight – Flight Officer [member="Vale Endriss"] "Eight Ball"[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Eleven – Vacant[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Twelve – Vacant[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Thirteen – Flight Officer [member="Allyson Locke"] “Lucky”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Fourteen – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”

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[member="Ostanes"]

"Rogue Ten don't get too..." once again his warning came too late. The thing turned its head towards the X-wing and spat a globule of acid that engulfed the entire fighter. Ten's cries cut across the channel before cutting out. "Kriff."

Rogue Squadron tried again and again to find an opening. Dancing with its tentacles and trying to force the beast back to where it came from. But it wasn't working. Portals kept opening up and new appendages emerged from the other side. The strange keeling seemed to fill his mind. That should have been impossible with the vacuum of space between them and the Terror from Beyond. He wouldn't have readily admitted it, but a Jedi pilot like [member="Saint Monica"] would have been welcome.

"Rogues, fall back and regroup."

Think Asmus, think.

"Arr-twelve. Analyse all the sensor data we've got. Anything to correlate with the portals."

Beeps in reply.

"Yes, yes I know it's all noise you can't explain, just look for a damned pattern."

 

[Seras Rose]

Location: Atrisia's surface, city outskirts and near a bunker
Allies: GA, Six Troopers, [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: Any Sith nearby
Objective: Rendezvous with Jacen Voidstalker at the Palace's southern entrance

Seras quickly noted down all the locations she had been given and was thinking on the best course of action for the moment. She couldn't just up and leave, not yet. "Alright, thanks for the information. Good luck to you and the people interupting this storm. Safe flying." Seras stepped back from the lifing ship, the six other troopers who were still able to move around coming with her. "Well, good to know i am not walking around alone atleast." She quipped with a wry tone as she looked around. Then her communicator sprung to life with a bit of static as she was contacted by Marshal Voidstalker. "Good to hear you Sir, i have me and Six Troopers who are capable of fighting. No maps make this hard but we will try and meet up with you, the palace is to our... West. We will start heading to group up with you at the southern entrance of the palace." Seras closed her mic to take in a deep, long breath of the ash filled air. "Ready to move out ma'am?" One of the troopers asked as Grace's expression went from neutral to a frown. Something about this storm was not sitting right with her. When the trooper repeated the question she nodded.

"Aye. Lets head out." Seras tightend the bacta press that was on her side before starting to walk and head for the southern palace entrance to meet up with Marshal Voidstalker, and help anyone she found along the way. Unfortunately, the few dropships they found along the way mostly held only death, with very few survivors. But what really suprised Grace as she enterd the cities outskirts was the rather few civilian casualities. 'Did they know this was coming?' She asked herself as they continued to hurridly move to meet up with the person who had contacted them. With how devastated and leveld the city was, it would take time for them to group up.