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

[Craig Bowler]

A small skirmish​

LOCATION: Classified

PLANET : Endor
ENEMY : Sith
FACTION: The Galactic Alliance

OBJECTIVE : Escape Endor​

Sleeping was my only objective. I had been trudging through the green shrubs for almost three days. Twice, Sith scouts flew past us without them finding us. Each time was a narrow escape. The men are growing sick and hungry. Our supplies are running extremely low. It is a dire situation. The Sith assault on Endor is still going on. It never stops. Not for a second. The war of the stars is ever-growing and the blaster fire in the stars is forever bright. We came across a clearing where we set up a small camp. We made a fire and started to make some food for the night. A small rustle of the leaves nearby caught my eye. I pulled my blaster from my belt and aimed at the spot.

"Who's there!"

I approached the leaves as many of the ground units upholstered their weapons. I poked the spot and a small, furry creature crawled out.

"Its an ewok!"

The ewok approached me and hugged my leg.

"Its lost..."

Then the ewok tugged on my leg to follow him. I decided to go with him alone. He led me to a tree filled with many ewoks. Once I reached the top I knew something was not right. The ewoks were preparing weapons. Yes, weapons. Stone catapults and rock swords. It was like the battle of Endor all over again...

Back at the clearing the Alliance men finally fixed a scanner. It took many days, but it was finally finished. The scanner showed approaching dots all around. The Sith were coming and it was to late to retreat.

I myself was being greeted by the ewok elders. This ewok tribe must of been one of the last. The ewoks all pointed at the ground suddenly. I looked and noticed multiple Sith troopers moving through the brush. It appears we were to late to fix the scanner after all. I grabbed my pistol and the ewok grabbed me.

"Nooga Katwa!" (You cant go!)

"Let me go!"

I slowly climbed down from the tree taking my time assuring complete silence through my every move. A small mistake could cost my life, and of course, that mistake would come. I tripped on the last ladder step falling to the ground causing branches to snap.

"Hey did you hear that? Over there near that tree!"

"Oh god.."

I stood up and ran to the clearing. The soldiers had the scanner online.

"Hey! There is Sith everywhere!"

"Yes, we know, but the closest Alliance base to here is an hour away!"

"Prepare for battle then! All engineers come to me. We need to begin fixing our blasters as fast as possible!"

A firefight broke out apon the trees. Rays of red light pulsed through the trees. Blue lasers flashed passed my head. We took cover behind trees and rocks. After almost a half an hour of fire fights the ewoks jumped in. Rocks rained from the trees above as the multiple Alliance men were almost out of ammunition. The small skirmish was coming to a complete close as the ewoks rained so many rocks that the Sith retreated. Us Alliance men were completely drained. Almost twenty of us had died from the fight. Our numbers are depleting.

"Lets get moving towards that base!"

 

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

Post 3
Objective: Lay in wait
Location: Thebeon

Ranga was a little bummed out, but he knew that his forces just didn't equate to much compared to the massive army he was supporting. He turned to he tattered militiamen, worn out from the day of swimming. The men breathed heavily through their respirators and tapped their rifles on the wall, but Ranga would have none of it.

"Look guys, we've not been called to the battlefield, and that's okay. We're here to assist an ally in case of a bad meeting or something. You'll get your chance, trust me!"

Ranga took a peak out of the water.

"Maker watch over them."

 

[Soeht]

An Offer of Powe͠r​

In a short time, a chamber of with a single being turned into one of many. To all within the chamber except [member="Adas James Malgus"], a bestial roar order them to…

A noncorporeal existance such as [member="Nick Sept"] might not even have the ability to sleep. The compulsion was not great enough that [member="Darth Lykos"] was unable to resist - if that was what he wished to do. But for the Jar’Kai guards, the damp, cold ground at their feet would have seemed like a fitting place to rest.

What might have seemed to be an echo of this command could have reached [member="Serena Bouie"] if she was close enough to the underground chamber.

Soeht’s head turned to face Adas.

“I’m̵ ͝not͜,” replied Soeht to Adas.

Despite Soeht apparently focusing on Adas, the answers to Sept’s questions were sure to be answered by their conversation.

“D̛o y͢oų ̢w͟ant ţo͟ şee̵ ͘y͞o̵ur fa̸th̶er̨ ͢agai͠n͜?͏” asked Soeht.

 

[Ria Misrani]

"Arms up, citizen!" Shouted the armed police droids as they thought to have cornered Ria. "Do not move."

At this very moment, Ria would give to be back in that stupid room with space mom one going full whatever on her. Arms moved up behind her head as the scoundrel tried to think her way out of this one. "Good news space mom one, I got underground, bad news is droids." She said out on comms link and sighed, "and yeah, sorry to massively disappoint, again." She was cursing herself as the droids got closer and she noticed that one wasn't fully operational, part of the leg was rough, worn - she'd fought this one before. Last week? Didn't the Nuyen Police repair their droids? Well - that would require common sense, and to be honest sometimes she was lucky if she had it. As the droid got a little closer she formulated a plan of action. Which included the following, a kick of this weak leg, an elbow to another droid while sliding down to the ground and grabbing the weak one's baton.

And it happened exactly like that, with the exception of her taking another blaster bolt which enabled the droids to pin her for a brief moment before she wiggled out of it. The bolt cut across her top shoulder on the left. Wrangling the baton away she stunned and finished that one off, and peeled his blaster off of him and fired into his comrades. "Scratch that hoomins, the scoundrel is gonna find a way - into well, hello." She says looking at an authorized personnel door. "I is authorized, now?" Nope, denied, "okay..." She looked around and noticed the police droids.Then back to the door, she needed a card and a key code.

Walking toward one she grabbed his badge and went back to the door and swiped it, still needed a code. Patting herself down she cursed she didn't have anything to illuminate a pattern. Taking her tablet she grabbed a wire or two from it and connected it into the box where the buttons were. Looking around she checked to see if anyone else was down there and luckily there wasn't. It took her ten minutes to get a code, with a swipe and punch of the correct number code she was able to get into the room. "Huh," she says to herself, "what do we have here," the room was a broom closet but there was another door and it only required a badge.

Police badge seemed to work and she was then allowed into the underground metro's electrical system. "Sweet baby lekku's it's like a candy store down here," it was an automated system and the few workers that would have been here were gone or they were droids and from the looks of it, passive ones. Either way it was an electrical system with computers which meant there had to be access to a mainfrain or main system. "Okay space mom two, I have found a way into something... not sure what, but I'll keep you posted, anything you want me to take down in particular?"

[member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

As the roared compulsion raved through his mind, the command reverberating within his his thoughts, attempting to convince him that the cold ground beneath his bare feet would be the perfect place to curl up and sleep, Darth Lykos would snarl at the cloaked figure before him. Sheer force of will, that which had permitted Lykos to climb the ranks of power within and without the Sith Assassins aided him well in that moment, as he fought against the command striking within his mind. However, even as he did fight back against the roar that whispered so temptingly to his, he was forced to his knees as his unprepared defenses were not enough to resist from the immediate second he was subjugated by the sheer power the robed figure, a bastion of Darkness, wielded.

Still, as he rested on one knee, his arms supporting him against the leg that remained standing, his head bowed, his breath leaving him in pants and his orange eye burning with molten emotion from the inside out, his mental defenses snapped into place in an instant, the compulsion being swept up and scattered by the metaphorical sandstorm that formed within his mind's landscape. Curses - in Ul'Zabrak, Basic and a variety of different languages - were directed inwards in a stream of self-directed vitriol and chastisement as the Assassin punished himself mentally for falling so lax, for believing that he would not need his mental barriers at full strength and leaving them only partially constructed.

Slowly, his arms slipping to the ground to assist, the Zabrak pushed himself to his full six foot plus height, shoulders rolling back as he stood tall. His face would be wiped of all emotion from beneath the shadows of his cowl, becoming emotionless and seemingly stone as Lykos wrestled and steel-trap control over himself, cursing himself for falling into the same traps he had sworn that he would never again fall prey to; arrogance and misdirected pride. Before, he had been Darth Lykos, now he was Darth Lykos and Xavka Duquo of Clan Rakama as one, he who was the former Sin of Sloth within the Sith Assassins. Now, he no longer would allow himself to lapse and fall again.

Standing tall, the Iridonian stared silently and stoically at the figure before him, awaiting for the building tension he could feel rolling within the Force to resolve itself. He paid no attention to the specter near by, nor to the feeling of someone approaching from behind (the wife of Mythos, his mind supplied, for emotion was his live's blood and he would never have come to Atrisia without the strength of knowledge to back him). he focused on the cloaked figure, Adas and the offer presented, waiting to see what would happen, eager to see what would happen, the outcome of the Child-Prince-King's present Trials of Adulthood and to learn why the Dark seemed to curl in anticipation within the Chamber.


[member="Soeht"] | [member="Nick Sept"] | [member="Adas James Malgus"]

 

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

KHOMM
Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Vessel Sullust Dawn
[member="Faith Organa"]

[ "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. "I'm not sure we can reach the surface until the storm subsides, or an opening presents itself. ]

That did not bode well. A storm?? For the Chandrillan, that didn't quite make sense. Then again, the woman had not seen the true might of the Force when wielded by Sith or Jedi alike.

[ "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?" ]

Now things were starting to sound a bit ridiculous. One would have thought it came out of a holofilm.

" A volcano monster? Mysterious storms?" Areith repeated, her frown deepening. "A Cthulhu?' A pause and then the woman shook her head. "Forgive me your Majesty but this does not make sense. Just what is going on at Atrisia." it sounded all too strange for the Ambassador. Lips drew thin. Just what else could go wrong?

When the mention of medical teams, Areith finally felt this was an area she could help with.

" I have word that we are setting up a triage and refugee center at Inysh, just south of Atrisia. " With a nod, the comm's officer would send the information over.

"We have medical teams within the Task Force but we are still in the process of receiving details on what their status is." another lick of her lips.

"I can try to get in contact with anyone else who may be groundside to connect with you, your Majesty and coordinate any evacuations of local and military wounded."

In the meantime her associate was getting her in contact with the Khomm Council. While they were a society of conformity, they had previously been under the rule of the Lords of the Fringe and suffered under the One Sith. Border discussions were to continue this afternoon and Areith would be updating them on what the current situation was.

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

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

LOCATION: PALACE ENTRANCE.​

ALLIES: SITH BROS, ACOLYTE PACK ([member="Darth Malakai"], [member="Enma Jayss"], [member="Alecandria"], [member="Grace Darkson"] , [member="Seria Ventreme"] , [member="Akuma"]), [member="Causstik Rahn"]​

ENEMIES: SILLY MANDOS, GA​

The palace doors, or what was left of them, anyways, opened slowly, Dravis Rosilla poking his head out. He had heard [member="Darth Malakai"]'s summons, and had complied with the order. The Bith in dark robes stepped out, brushing off his exterior of soot and cinders. The Bith's eyes caught sight of Malakai, and he walked over carefully, keeping his eye, and his mind, on the lookout for opposition.

Dravis strided up to Malakai, hand grasping at something in his robes. Quickly, he pulled out the hilt of some weapon, intricate in design, as if it were meant as a mantelpiece. One might assume it a lightsaber, and it looked similar to such a weapon, but Dravis knew differently.

"Counter attack, you say?" The Bith's voice oozed from his pursed mouth, overlooking the chaos with distaste. He was no foot soldier, but even he could make a difference. "I follow you, acolyte."

With the press of a button, a long, dark cord zipped out of Dravis' hilt, difficult to see in the ash. Dravis was by no means proficient with the shock whip, but he knew how to swing at the enemy, and mostly not hurt himself with the thing. He favored the reach of the weapon, however, and the deadly sting it could deal to an unprepared enemy.

Using the Force, Dravis manipulated the wire around his forearm, ready to propel forward at a moments notice. He would follow his fellow Sith into battle, until they deemed escape necessary. And by the Bith Sith's calculations, escape would be necessary very soon.

 

[Geloyra Malleus]

Location: Inysh
Allies: GA / [member="Cathul Thuku"] / [member="Zark"] / [member="Sieb Tevv"] / [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Set-Up Triage Center


Geloyra, with her robe wrapped around her body, switched her observations from the sky where the storm was passing by barely releasing it's pent up watery emotions to the workers and droids bustling about like a well oiled machine. Casually, she gave a glance to Captain Tidio as he continued to speak with her Master wondering why he was so concerned about a Sith assault. She knew next to nothing in the ways of military planning and thinking, but she had to admit to herself that it was comforting to have him and his troops patrolling the triage site. Deep down to the core of her existence, Geloyra understood what it meant if the Sith were to stumble across the triage site; they would come swooping down with watering jaws looking to consume the wounded, the weak, and the ones unable to defend themselves leaving nothing but death and destruction in their wake. Geloyra looked down at her right hand, noticing that she had gripped the hilt of her lightsaber; her thumb dancing back and forth over the activation stud; and she slowly withdrew it back into the folds of her robe. Conflict was not the Jedi way she reminded herself.

Captain Tidio returned to her, the voice of her Master speaking clearly through the tiny speakers on the mechanical device. When her Master finished dispensing her orders, Geloyra relayed the message to those working under her. Doubling their efforts now, the first two make-shift buildings began to take shape while a third was still in it's skeleton phase.

Speaking through the com link, Geloyra said, "Just as with both biology and botany, I have a more clear understanding of physiology than most Jedi of my stature, Master. I'm no doctor or scientist, but I know how the inner workings of how most species work. Especially those of my own race."

When she arrived to the Jedi Temple on Sullust, she came with many questions but none more than about her own kind. She was always curious about both her own regeneration prowess and healing ability. Her parents, when they still lived, never talked much about their Firrerreo physiology. It was only during the burning of countless midnight oils did she finally understand what she was; and it was also during this research into her own species that she began to unlock the mysteries of other species. It didn't take her long to realize that it was easier to inflict pain on others than it was to painstakingly do the opposite; healing those engulfed with untold phases of miserable suffering. She decided that if she was forced to hurt another being, it would be under the act of self-defense or protection of the weak, while making every effort to heal those that required it; even her enemies.

And again, when she thought about the potential suffering the Sith could and would inflict upon the galaxy if they were not dealt with properly, she found her right hand wrapped around her hilt. War corrupts and changes all those that fight in it....but none more so than the Jedi came the words of wisdom from her brief adventure with the aging Security Officer. And once more, she slowly retracted her hand back into her robe.

 

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

Post 4
Location: Thebeon
Objective: Rendezvous with Trandoshans and his ground

Finally some action! It was probably ages since Ranga had heard from any of the Dominion leaders in regards to what was happening. He'd been assigned to link up with some Trandoshan soldiers and remain there and hold the ground. Anything they could do to help without advancing forces would help. Wether it be setting traps or placing down mines, Ranga was there for it. Ranga turned in the water to address his men.

"Alright boys, new objective. We're going to link up with a small strike force and hold our ground against the Galactic Alliance. Once again h want to reiterate, we're only holding the ground. We will not be taking the fight to them, that's not what we are equipped for. I assume everyone has the standard issue thermo mine in their packs right?"

The twenty soldiers nodded.

"Good, we will be needed those. Now, as for the mission location, we will be traveling to the heart of the city. Make sure you plant mines along the way. I'd say about two every mile. Since we are five miles out, that'll give us ten to use inside the city. As for the previous ten, those will help to cover our tracks and collapse the sewer system in case of an intruder. [member="Causstik Rahn"] was the one that assigned we to this so thank him for this opportunity. We've got no margin for error, so let's move out!"

The men grabbed there rifles and preceded down through a sewer tunnel, leading right to the heart of the city. Ranga followed close behind with his energy harpoon, he was not going to fail his new leader. Ranga wanted to do things right for once.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The large, dagger-shaped vessel leapt into the system.

The stately star cruiser drifted. It still bore the red and yellow markings of the Open Circle Fleet, the flotilla that had operated under the command of Jedi High General Obi-Wan Kenobi during the Clone Wars of the Old Republic. Its name was the same today as it had been in those dark dayes, Intervention, though it no longer served as the command ship for a military.

Two more ships jumped into the star system, each only half the size of the archaic star destroyer. Like it, they too bore markings of a bygone galactic power -- the FrontierCorps of the Levantine Sanctum. Today, the ships operated as part of Corellia Digital's corporate fleet. The launch, installation, and maintenance of the galactic telecommunications network was their primary mission now, with a close second being exploration and scientific survey. The troop support sections of the Old Republic ship had been transformed into a factory and mobile repair depot.

The small Anzat stood on the bridge. A spot that was indistinguishable from his own Sentinel that he'd commanded during the Clone Wars. This ship, salvaged from wreckage on the surface of Boz Pity, had been in service to another Jedi Knight, General Skywalker and the 501st Legion. Mass produced for the way, the boy could hardly tell the subtle differences. The layout and configuration all the same. Now, however, much of the technology had changed. The Republic-era components updated by Corellia Digital, Lucerne Labs, Silk, and Sasori Research.

Case in point was the complex astrometrics computer lab at the rear of the bridge. Turning, the green robed youngling knight walked back to where a variety of sensor technicians and signals analysts seemed preoccupied with the holographic renderings that the Sasori stellar cartographic interface was feeding them.

Realizing the boy's arrival, one of the senior scientists turned to look down at him. "We're continuing the track the anomaly in the Atrisian System," the man remarked, using a stylus to indicate a fluctuating area within the holographic map. It was chaotic, almost like a tornado in space. "However, the electromagnetic interference is making it impossible for our scanners to get a clear reading."

The display highlighted how subspace radio band frequencies were being distorted, not just in the Atrisian System by for several parsecs around it. And the problem seemed to be worsening. "That thing's going knock communications off-line for the entire western region if it continues," the Anzat noted, more to himself but the comment solicited a nod from the scientist.

"Have the Discovery launch a hyperspace probe toward the Atrisian System," the boy stated, looking up at the man for a moment. The scientist nodded, then took his leave to signal the other ship in their company. His gaze lingering on the storm-like anomaly for a moment, the boy turned as he sensed a familiar presence drawing near.

"There's a Hutt ton of transmissions shooting across the sector," Captain [member="Aisha Marc"], the Intervention's master and commander, and the current Chief Executive Officer for his company, remarked shortly. A retired career officer from the FrontierCorps, she wasn't one for pleasantries. Which was one of the reasons he'd hired her. "Something's going on," the woman surmised, her tone making clear her dissatisfaction with the lack of information.

They were in Galactic Alliance territory. Which meant, they were also in the territory of the former One Sith. There was always something going on here. "Keep an eye on it," the boy commented, glancing up at the woman.

If Atrisia was going off the grid, they needed to get a satellite relay going in this system to try and maintain telecommunications. And that meant opening negotiations with the locals. "I'll go talk to the Crystans," the boy uttered, his green cloak flowing behind him as he turned and started making his way off the bridge.

He hadn't bid farewell, or wished her luck. He trusted her with his ship. He trusted her with his company. She would know what to do.

Turning around, the aged Corellian woman gave a nod to the deck officer. "Inform the hangar bay that General Xantha's ship will be departing momentarily."

Corellia Digital Fleet (1,825 meters)
1x Venator-class Star Destroyer
• SD Intervention
• Self-Propelled Multi-Vector Battle Droids, Mk I (1 squadron)
2x MC42 Ruisto-class Explorers
• Epistellar Jovian
• Discovery

[member="Marque"] | [member="H3xle"]​

 

[Adas James Malgus]

Once Adas asked the question he got his answer. This was not his father... but perhaps he could help. Adas looked around him, the Jar'Kai were sleeping on their feet and even [member="Darth Lykos"] was awake but at one knee. He snapped back to the Sith Lord who stood before the elevated platform with a face of bewilderment and confusion. 'What are you?'He thought but he did not say out loud.

He asked him a question, to see his father again? The young lad wanted nothing more but he needed to reach the surface and fast.

"Yes..." He said, thinking about what that meant, but quickly adding a little more to his conversation with the Ancient Sith lord. Tears fell before his eyes when he had to make a choice in his mind. Save Atrisia or See his father? Perhaps he could get both?

"Above us there is army of Jedi, Mandalorians and a thousand other things coming to swallow The Palace and Atrisia whole! Only my father can stop them, i don't have that kind of power!"

Small Adas grew some incredible courage and walked up to the elevated platform then feel to one knee, not out of exhaustion but out of reverence to a Sith Lord who perhaps could save them all...

"Please... We need to turn the tide of battle and quick or else Atrisia will be gone and My father will have died for nothing" And there it was, Adas the young boy not only grew the courage to walk up to this Sith Lord but grew the wisdom to accept his fathers death.
He Awaited [member="Soeht"] and his judgement.

[member="Nick Sept"] [member="Serena Bouie"]​

 

[HK-36]

[member="Ajira Cardei"],

"Well, considering the things we see go down on daily basis, I think it is safe to say that we are all gods now."

The droid quipped, only giving Ajira a nod of his head at her thank you before the docking bay closed. The machine was left on his own again, his crew made a quick stop at a nearby medical frigate, unloading the wounded soldiers they had on board before he commanded to his pilot,

"Set course back to Atrisia."

He came up to the viewport,

"We have some promises to keep."

And the black ship would elongate, disappearing in flash of light to enter hyperspace.


Just to appear back in that kharking mess known as Atrisian orbit, right in front of the now free Lotek'k, the droids inside the ship immediately screamed out,

"Aaaaaaaagh!"

"I forgot how horrible it is here!"

"Bank, left, bank left!"

The ship twirled to the left, spinning about as it dodged a large tentacle twisting and flexing in the void of space. All things consider the Lotek'k was probably just kind of flailing there, there was no air or water for it to move through, just float and try to snatch anything that came close, the poor thing was probably suffocating as it was being pulled by the planet's gravity. I'm kinda starting to feel bad for it as I write this.

In between all the chaos [member="Elpsis Elaris"] and [member="Zark"] would receive a transmission from the droid,

"Heading back to the planetside to deal with this storm, we have Abregado taskforce incoming at Naboo squadron's position."

Either way, a giant claw-limb came their way,

"Do a barrel roll!"

And the ship did, twisting gracefully as the claw zoomed past it, the engines of the stealth transport roaring as it sped past the Horror From Beyond, heading for the Storm that covered planet.

"Over there, it looks like Spencer is still at it."

The machines were able to identify a spot where the storm was at its weakest, remnant of sorts from the hole that Spency opened up for them, it was a real gaper that one. The Knight Of The Eclipse charged the Storm, quickly disappearing in its creeping darkness like toothpick in black angry pudding.

The winds and torrents whipped at it, the ship shaking and rattling as the storm battered at it, electric lights arcing around it, zapping it with pure rage, plus a whole another plethora of effects that were lost on droids,

"This would not be so bad if it was not for the lightning!"

"In fact it is quite pleasant when compared to the tentacle beast outside."

Stealth transport rolled and swayed, dodging the worst of the Storm until it finally, slightly smoldering broke through the layer of dark clouds, coming into view of [member="Spencer Varanin"] above her, coming in hot, seemingly right for her.

The ship would get closer and closer, at breakneck speed, until seemingly in the last minute it jerked to the left, the reverse-engines going overtime to slow it down, doing the space equivalent of drifting, before finally lowering down calmly near her. Its door would open once more and the droid would appear, along with two of his copies, holding their shattergun-miniguns,

"Ajira is safe with her fleet, we have reinforcements incoming. Let us break the storm apart and end this."

The stealth transport behind them would take off, flying away at low altitude to find someplace to hide away until it was needed again, manned by the two remaining droid copies.

While he was on it he would sent out a transmission on the Alliance and Mandalorian encrypted channel to their forces on the planet, [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Raph Thule"], [member="Seras Rose"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"],

"This is the Iron Knight with Galactic Alliance, we are currently dealing with the Storm, all able-bodied Force users are advised to converge on my location, we have reinforcements on the way, we just need to hold out long enough to disperse this accursed weather. What is your situation, call out."

 

[H3xle]

Taryc was quite surprised to find her opponent running away after a mere few moments. She heard him bark something at the other Trandoshans that were waiting around, but Taryc didn't give any of them time to follow through. Despite their loyalty, watching their warlord run away from such a slight form caused them to hesitate. Taryc charged into their ranks as Clan Vereen descended around them. Taryc's beskar armor ended up scorched, some of the paint was scratched away, but the Trandoshans held no weapons that could truly pierce her plates. After a few minutes, the Trandoshans of this group were finished off. Taryc turned with the Mandalorian forces towards the palace that seemed to be the epicenter of the shit storm.

As the Mandalorian forces took stock, she strode back to her pod and retrieved the jump pack there. Taking a moment to strap it on as Mandalorians on war droids descended to the ground.

"Taryc, right? Well, we got some choices, but I'm pretty sure the main goal is to assault the palace. Sound good to you?"

Taryc nodded before she spoke.

"Yes, Taryc. I'm thinking the palace looks like a good, target rich environment. If they are anything like the Trandoshans we just mopped up, we'll be breaking bread in the Throne room early." She responded, then looked up at the Mandalorian warlord.

 

[Ellie Mors]

The Game

Equipment: Twin Sabers, Sith Robes
Location: Surface of Atrisia, Not too far from Jar'Kai
Allies: [member="Mala Arar"]
Enemies: Sith Brotherhood, [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Darth Vulcanus"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Alecandria"], Galactic Alliance, Atrisians, everyone else
Objective: Kill Graxin, Devour Vulcanus, Destroy the remaining members of the Sith Brotherhood.

As the interceptor touched down on the surface of Atrisia and the duo - trio, counting the mutt - landed on their destination a feeling of unnerve was elicited along the top of Silara's spine like a shiver. The force, to her, was like an endless and unmoving body of water, and its only disturbances were the ripples that were caused by the many people that interacted with it. The moment she was close enough to Jar'Kai she felt the familiar presence of a Jedi Master she thought had faded into obscurity following Kashyyk nearly a decade prior - Graxin Rade. Her original goal had been to destroy the gigantic terror that was looming over Atrisia but, as it was likely not going to be going anywhere for quite some time, the Sith lord immediately decided that killing the bastard that had nearly destroyed her life was the priority. "Whatever you need to bring with you, get it. I've decided the behemoth can wait a little longer, killing an old enemy is our new priority." Silara rasped, leaning forwards to disengage the power to the craft and expose the cockpit to the outside air.

There was no hesitation in her movements to unlatch the safety belt and leap from the starfighter. Twin lightsabers, although still unlit, flew from her belt to each of her hands in preparation of what was to come. "Our target is Graxin Rade - former leader of the Army of Light, a Jedi that caused me great frustration earlier in my career." The Sith Lord explained, eyes searching the landscape for any straggling Sith or Jedi. Outside of Jar'Kai she could see the towering figure of smoke, fire, lava, and rock - likely the back of the volcanic demon that had been her invitation to the planet. "After he is dead we will either take care of the demon or leave - and we will start your training with a lightsaber." She continued following a brief pause. They weren't too far away from the capital, maybe a ten minute walk from the source of Cyril's presence in the force, so she wasn't too concerned about spending an hour or two hiking to find him - not like she had done for the last enemy she'd buried following her resurrection.

Being a master of Sith magic required her to also become quite skilled in a variety of force abilities, one of which was telepathy - which she was rather certain she'd utilized in tormenting him in their last two engagements, but she couldn't quite remember if it was the case or not. 'I know you are here, Graxin Rade.' Came the hiss of her voice - her original, real, voice - through a telepathic wave. She supposed she could have directed it directly at Cyril, but spreading her message throughout the surrounding area generally guaranteed little to no competition, though she'd also been dead for nearly a decade so there was a good chance her voice wasn't quite recognizable by those who heard it. 'Be prepared, Jedi, I am coming for your life.' She added with an ample dose of venom behind her telepathic voice. Whereas Graxin had simply stumbled upon Silara on Csilla, and the two had coincidentally arrived at the same destination on Kashyyk, she was purposefully seeking him out this time like Drash'lya to a flock of Nuna. "We will be heading into Jar'Kai, apprentice. Be on your guard - this Jedi fights like a desperate rat." Silara said to Mala and set out to the capital as soon as her apprentice was ready to go.

Waves of Darkness and other grandiose expressions of the dark side would have to wait until Graxin's limbs were strewn across the ground and he was begging her for the mercy she had tried to give to him on Kashyyk - before he tried to kill her when she turned her back to him.

"Never give mercy to Jedi, apprentice, always remember that." She spat with unexplained frustration, not bothering to go into detail on the why. Mala would have plenty of time to learn just what foolish shows of compassion and weakness could earn a Sith, starting with the torture she planned to put Graxin through.

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Jar'Kai
[member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Darth Vulcanus"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Alecandria"], [member="Darth Malakai"], [member="Akuma"], @Sith MeanGirls. @Alliance WhiteChicks.

Young Ivelisse lost track of time. His Stealth-X had crash landed a while ago. He had been forced to eject, but when that didn't work out since his ship's systems were fried, he had been forced to cut a hole through the roof of the cockpit and leapt out. It was a good idea, sort of a cool one as he wrapped the Force around him as a shield and half flew, or rather, glided through the air, until the last fifty metres of air. The other half was falling through the sky.

He tried to slow his descent.

Barely worked.

He hit some rooftop. Hard.

And then he rolled.

Right off of a building.

Thankfully, there was a balcony, but after all of those impacts, he was dazed. He didn't know how long he stayed there, but when he opened his eyes again, he was pushing himself up to his feet and heading for the Palace.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Atrisia
Palace

Purple lightning forks toward me, but the strands grow thinner the closer they get to me until only a thread's width of the energy crackles into my body. Enough to cause a jolt. Not enough to put me on the ground.

The woman is standing on the wall now, like some sort of tarantula. She rips down the ceiling around our ears. My enhanced nervous system processes and reacts before the others. I crash into Dallows, pushing him out of the way of a falling chunk of rubble that could've killed him.

"Go," I scream, pushing Dallows away with one hand toward an exit route as more chunks of the ceiling literally shear off and come crashing down. "I'll hold them."

Good soldier that he is, Dallows doesn't question my offered sacrifice. He could command me to come with him, but instead he relays the order. I watch the black armored shapes of Marines scattering, retreating further into the building. It's just me and these two Sith now, if Sith are what they are.

My grip tightens around my sonic carbine and I aim it up at the woman and squeeze off a defiant burst. The gun wails out a conic projection, more like a shotgun blast of bone-breaking sound than anything else.

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

 

[Adele Adonai]

Location: Capital city, heading for palace
Enemies: [member="Kruel Zing"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"] | [member="The Gray Assassin"]
Allies: @Adele Adonai | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="HK-36"]

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Ash fell like winter snow, coating the ground with sooty drifts and the acrid tang of sulfur and charred wood. Embers would float among the low laying cloud of smoke that saturated the line of charred twisted remnants of trees left in the city. Pumice threatened to fill the lungs, fine as flour and as grating as sand.

Twenty figures broke the cloud of smokey white in the midst of Jacen's and Gabriel's hunt of the ghostly quarry. Standing to the side, she caught the figure of the blonde woman who'd been the beacon that summoned her. The aura of balanced light that seemed to radiate even behind the thin veil of flesh of lowered lids.

Jacen and Gabriel had already pressed forward to attack the specters, but A'dele knew that her task was a different one. Knees sank to the ground, muscle memory taking over. The seista pose may have seemed to set her in a vulnerable position, but it was anything but. Hours of meditation and a near decade of sinking into serenity with the Force allowed the troubled woman to focus with keen perception.

"There is no emotion, there is peace..." the code was her mantra, and with it she was able to slip into that ever flowing river that was the Force. Within her mind's eye there lay the mental sanctuary of the Iridonian. She could picture it clearly in her mind. The icy pond, the ash colored reeds, the distant bitter tang of Baffor pollen in the wind. The only difference was that this time, the lurking dark shadow that slithered deep within the pond slumbered in the cold.

In the act of allowing herself to delve into the sea of the Force, Adele became an extension of her will and power. From the edges of Spencer Varanin's mind, she would feel the subsequent warmth of the Healer's own Force Aura. Much like a warm blanket brought to wrap around her shoulder's, Spencer would feel an increase in strength, morale, and focus. Like fine gossamer strands of liquid phrik, the Weaver connected and spun her mental web to build a net of protection.

 

[Darth Arcis]

Somewhere in the 'Great Ocean'...

Oh happy days, happy days. It had been far too long since he'd been able to stretch his legs.

Dranok, in all of his ghostly glory, stretched his ethereal limbs with a satisfied groan before rubbing his sun-hued eyes with crimson digits. There was a great disturbance in the Force; something substantial enough to wake him from his eternal, peaceful slumber.

Then it hit him like a freight train - tens of thousands dying out in an instant. Force storm.

If there was anyone trying to stop it, he surely hoped they were even more so adept at fleeing.

 

[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

Some of the men were crushed underneath the falling debris. Yanking it down upon them until one man called for the order for the men to run while he would deal with me. I smiled brightly. The man was playing Hero. Men who play hero would only get hurt. If I wanted to be able to actually hurt him, I would have to get in close. Yet the man was using a sonic weapon. One that I could not defend against with ease. It was best if I could just crush the weapon with the force. Yet he was wearing something to prevent the force from hurting him. Yes, I pay attention.

The lightning that was thrown faded and lessened in power the closer it got to the men. As the men were backing away, and he was walking towards me, I sheathed the force sword. It would be useless against the man's armor. And as a physical blade, he could defend himself with very easy blocks. As well, I would be weakened within the field. Instead, I drew my lightsaber hilt. Igniting the violet blade. Crackling with a broken dantari crystal housed inside.

The man fired another round at me. I watched as the man seemed to pull the trigger. I drowned myself in force reflex. As much as I could to make the world to me seem just that much slower. Moving to the right, with a twist of my body on my last step to pivot around the blast as it made it's way towards me. I was smack up against the wall. Rushing forward in a sprint, I threw a force push at the man. Yes, A possible waste of energy, but as it had buffed him before, Trying to keep his firing upon me to a minimum.

Lashing out with the saber, I took a stroke to end the man's life with a cut towards his right shoulder in a backhand slash. I didn't want to kill him... yet. I wanted to toy with this little thing. I wanted to show him what pain meant. If it wasn't for his allies actions, for his own actions. My Master wouldn't have to sacrifice his life for the force storm.

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Tony had grown up on Artisia. Now... Now his home world was being invaded. Good riddance. He couldn't have cared less for the place. It was ruled by a Sith King who never did anything for him. The people were just like the rest, assholes, and worst of all; everyone pretended like everything was just fine. The invasion gave Tony an opportunity he had waited for for almost two years. His old "Boss" had finally croaked. She was killed in a freak storm while he was playing valet. A stray lightning bolt struck the speeder. The cockpit caught aflame and the craft began spiraling out of control. When Tony came too the pervy woman was dead. Thank the force. He thought.

He pulled himself out of the wrecked vessel and took a gander. Things had changed a fuck ton. There was molten lava in the skies, strange nether portals appeared everywhere, and armored men were patrolling the streets speaking what he thought was Mandalorian. Tony used caution not knowing whether or not they were friendly. He crept over the ruble of a fallen house. A few stones gave way and he went tumbling down the slope. Ash and debris coated him and when he came out of his daze he began coughing sharply. The patrolling men turned abruptly and fired their guns at him. Tony scurried away and found an open manhole. He hopped down into the dark, dank sewers. Anything to stay alive.

He fell with a THUD. He stayed where he lay for a moment while his eyes adjusted. Then he noticed several pairs of beady yellow eyes starring at him. He rubbed his eyes with his filth covered hands just to make sure they weren't some kind of illusion, and still they stared. Seven large lizard men approached him. They gave Tony a toothy smile in what he thought was meant to be a friendly manner. It came off as down right scary.

"Greetings human! Do not be afraid. We are here to liberate you! Please make your way to the palace. It is still protected," The lizards voice sounded like gravel, but it hadn't tried to shoot him.

"Would you like one of us to accompany you?" One asked. He obviously doesn't want to die fighting Tony thought.

"Er.. Uh.. No.. No thank you. I'll be fine," Tony said hesitantly.

"At least take this vibroblade! A war zone is a dangerous place for a young one such as yourself," Another lizard said obviously.

Tony picked himself off the ground wiping some filth off of him as he did so. He walked to the Trandoshan and took the blade.

"Er.. Uh.. Thanks,"

Tony walked a few paces, sword still in hand, then stopped and wondered what to do next. To the palace I suppose.