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

[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"] [member="The Gray Assassin"]

Allies: [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Raph Thule"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="HK-36"]

Jacen strode forth, the Light of the Force guiding his way into the storm. The Light side was not just able to force the darkness back into deepest shadows, it was also insight, and objective reasoning. As he moved to defend Spencer he saw that the shades were not mere ghosts. There were the very essence of the storm. Their power fuelled the raging maelstrom. But that wasn’t all that was connected to the tempest. It was powered by draining the essences of those sith, but there was a physical anchor. It gave Jacen pause.

“Grayson?” he murmured. More than mere words. The confused thought echoed through the manifestation that had destroyed an Alliance fleet.

Then came the assassins. A pair emerged from smoke not fifteen metres away from them. Too close for a grenade. There was no concern in his expression as he turned to face the pair. The calming, empowering influences of Adele and Gabriel were still with him and another incredibly powerful ally in Spencer Jacobs within view. As he had said before: action came easier than words.

“Well…that was dramatic,” he said with a slight cant of the head. His shield slipped from his back onto his left arm and he thumbed the switch of his lightsaber.

Snap-hiss

The tell-tale sign that battle would be joined. The Jedi Marshal dropped his weight a few inches, feet finding stable positions to meet the threat. That was when the shuttle arrived.

"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."

Jacen heard the call both from the droid standing within earshot and over the comms. He turned to look towards the battledroid, an incredulous expression plastered on his face.

“We are… right here.” Jacen said nodding towards the two sith assassins stood just meters away.

 

[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"] [member="Rach Vizla"] @Anyone I missed

"Admiral, it was a pleasure surving with you, For The Dominion!" A transmission came in from one of the Hammer Heads that was escorting Jagger and the Chineara before the battle insued. Jagger had only meet the captain a few times before he was given the mission to come to this Sector and protect the Kiaser during his meeting. Then it turned into a battle with the GA.

Th Frigate "Crimson" shot in front of the Battlecruiser and took a majority of the shots from the Enemy Fleet. As such their shields were destroyed within second and a lucky shot penetrated their Amunitions Depo. An explosion happened on the lower decks and crippled the ships engines. Many thought the ship was crippled till another transmission came in, "The Empire Lives..." Another explosion occurred and ripped the small Hammerhead in two with another explosion in the Bridge. Much like most of the Legion, a One Sith Officer was in charge of that craft, mixed Republic and One Sith sailors just gave their lives so the Admiral could continue to fight on and protect their dream of ending Wars. He would not let them down.

Yet that was when the Admiral saw the Jedi ignited his lightsaber, flying directly for the Bridge attempting to smash the glass of the bridge. Jagger acted quickly by pushing Maizono to the nearest terminal to give her something to hold onto in case the plan did not work. "Close the Blast Sheilds!!!" The Blast shields that covered the glass with thick Durtanium plating and as soon as the Jedi broke through the glass it would shatter as the small amount of atmosphere trapped behind the glass would be sucked out into space, fragmenting the glass into the Jedis Face. They were safe for a second, but the crazed Jedi would try again, "Sent the droids to occupy that imbecile of a Jedi, or he will kill both us and himself." The Jedi of old would never have tried such a dumb move, but he guessed these new alliance encouraged kamikaze tactics.

10 NN Droids with jet packs would move to intercept the Jedi and fire on his posistion.

"Admiral a New Fleet has arrived, we are now outnumbered 2 to 1 sir." Stated the Sensors Officer.

"Evacuation of the bridge, we will fall back to the CDC, Navigation, Helm, divert control to the nearest Navigation terminal then head to heading 132 mark 10 degree dive, I want all our topside guns firing, Let's move people!" As Jagger was about to leave the room, he limped over to the Communications Terminal and sent out a Distress Signal. "This is Admiral Jagger Fuga in command of the Dominion Second Sector Fleet in need of immediate assistance, Dominion Forces or Allies, please sent assistance." He set this to replay as he made his way to the door, as he did so he stood in the door way as the Blast doors closed to the bridge.

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

Ship Movements

Spoiler

The main Fleet holding both Jagger and Maizono heading left and down of their last posistion.
The Hammerhead Frigate "Crimson" is destroyed as Self Punishment for Double Posting.
The Secondary Fleet is still encircling and trying to surround the GA fleet lead by Commander Zeren Bouqi.
A Distress signal was sent out by the Command Fleet.

(OOC: Maizono is dropping out for a post, continue without her for this one time please, Thank You.)

 

[Nate Phantoms]

When he had received the message, agrees it's long journey down the chain of command, he practically broke the chair he was sitting in after jumping up so quickly. It had taken less than 45 seconds for him to be 'ready', and he came running out, rifle in hand and his bag over his shoulder. Burning eyes were in stark contrast to his ain't grin as he was informed that [member="Joza Perl"] was coming with, and that he would be able to accompany the newly appointed pink mother of one to the field, where he himself would escort her through the chaos.

A few feet behind, he would watch as Joza rambled on to her 'babysitter', a cute young torgruta who apparently was mother of two, so she had to know what she was doing. The baby was a premi, much like himself, and had the iconic red hair of his mother, fitting to say the least. Clad in his black fatigues, he would currently be the only on yet to not don his armor. He had a reason, but it wasn't relevant enough to tell the entire crew why. Many hustled past, all running important errands to ensure at that they landed successfully, but, even with all the precautions, he had a feeling that something would go terribly wrong. It wasn't very often he would have visions, but when he did, look out world. This time, their gunship would take heavy damage, the engine faltering as they plummeted to the planet's surface. It scared him, mainly due to the fact that Joza and Ivan were beside him in that vision, yet their fate when they crashed wasn't portrayed. That'd be two more deaths on his conscious, and he couldn't have that, especially not the newborn.

In the final hours of their descent, he would change into his lightest armor, black durasteel covering the majority of his body, a golden trident emblazed upon his shoulder, matching his gold visor. With his helmet nestled in the crook of his arm, he began to make his way back to the bridge. Approaching the Zeltron, he would stop a few paces away from her, overlooking the bridges occupants approvingly. These people did their jobs, and they did it well. "You look upset.... worried about him?" Nodding, he placed his hand upon her shoulder, squeezing gently. "Its all going to be fine, I'll make sure you return home to him, I promise."

[member="HK-36"], [member="Bryce Bantam"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

For most of her life, Face had been disinterested in Mandalorian politics. In a word, it was a mess. Different clans and states duking it out over their competing visions of what the Mandalorians should be. Near endless strings of civil war that had left a once-verdant homeworld little more than wastes. This had been the reality for most Mandalorians throughout the ages, well before her time. In a cruel twist, the Mandalorians had always been their worst enemy.

With her people set on a course of self-destruction, she had found personal satisfaction as a mercenary. While she couldn't fix her people, she could at least provide for her kin, and have a blast doing so. The credits flowed as there was no shortage of eager clients desiring her service for their wars.

Life changed as Ra Vizsla burst onto the scene seemingly from nowhere, uniting Mandalorians like few had before. A new hope had been kindled, as she could finally see a bright future for her people, their banners spread across the galaxy.

In turn, hope awakened new ambitions. First, it had been to elevate the status of her house and gain a seat on the Alor council, but with the untimely death of Ra, she had set her sights even higher. She just needed an opening to prove her worth.

The Galactic Alliance had just provided one. They may have thought they had bought themselves peace by allying with the Mandalorians, but from her perspective, it spoke of their weakness. After their easy victories against the greatly diminished One Sith, they wanted to avoid the challenge of the resurgent Mandalorians to keep their image untarnished.

They could be crushed with the right leader in place, but the old goats of the dithering Alor council had gone right back to their usual routine of doing nothing. Back to bandwagoning and settling for scraps in the Outer Rim, instead of pushing for the obscene riches of the Core that was ripe for the taking.

What was needed was new blood to show her people the way. To continue the crusade that Ra had started. It was time to make her pitch for Mand'alor.

[member="Zark"] [member="Darth Mephirium"]

 

[Rapax]

Allies:[member="The Gray Assassin"]

Enemies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Spencer Varanin"]. But more specifically [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Adele Adonai"] (if you two are willing to fight me )

Despite that he has severed ties with the assassin and the Sith Mythos was still a friend to him and he owed him to defend the world he has made home, He arrived with a old ally that he hasn't had the pleasure of fighting side by side with since Korriban when he was an acolyte. As the fog dissipated he stood there with him his ash like lightsaber's hummed as he looked forth to the carnage they unleashed, He was wearing his old Armor that he wore before he left and saw the 4 jedi approaching. This will be a interesting battle indeed but he had no intention of letting the GA have this world, This was a place he had once called home and was the home of a good friend and a good teacher and that world belongs to him and his blood line not to the tender care of the GA. This place brought back memories of his time here in helping Mythos's bride in hunting down rebels, To training Kida his adopted daughter how to change forms. The fact it was under siege only served to fuel the raging inferno within.

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

Spoiler

GR90 E-war transport 100m

Spoiler

ANS Eyesore
ANS Pensive Watch
Hammerhead-Class Frigate 315m
ANS Kiss chase
ANS Overruled
Metellos Carrier Frigate 350m
ANS Blissful Protest
ANS Devout
Nebulon B9 Frigate 400m
ANS Stubborn Resolve
Thranta MK2-Class Corvette 400m
ANS Abridged Destiny
ANS Grey Dawn
Shield-Class 450m
ANS Defiant
ANS Stalwart
ANS Blitz Defence
Horn-Class Escort Cruiser 500m
ANS Dirigible Fantasy
ANS Entreri
Nonnah-Class Assault Cruiser 900m
ANS Lancer
ANS Projected Misery
ANS White Noise
Warhammer-Class Star Defender 1700m
ANS Viperous

[member="Jagger Fuga"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | @Vilin | [member="Darth Malakai"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Lady Shambleau"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Aela Talith"]

"Commodore, we have a Jedi Master broadcasting across Alliance channels trying to get an idea of what's going on?"

Vilin was stood by the view screen. Not even a Force Storm could blot out the raw power of the system's star. From this distance all looked calm. Just a bright point that he could almost resolve as round with the naked eye.

"Send on Tevv's information, let them know what's going on."

"Yes sir."

They were closer now. Several microhops that had stopped almost as soon as they had left real space. Long range sensors could even pick up some of the ship's within the system now. Emergency broadcasts transmitted over traditional radio waves were just reaching them. In a way, they were listening to the echoes of the already dead.

"Quite macabre," he mumbled to himself. He turned to his bridge staff, rousing himself from the reverie. "Get the Jedi on the line and ask them to meet us at the edge of the system itself. Tell them travel is difficult for capital ships in the sector, but we could do with a subject matter expert as we approach the anomaly itself."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Inysh
Allies: [member="Zark"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Geloyra Malleus"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Take care of the incoming patients

With all the talk of getting the triage points set up in time for the Alliance to be able to treat as many injured as they could get, there still was another issue that a worried Captain Tidio had to talk about and feels that hasn't been addressed. While Geloyra assisted the medical teams with their supply issues, Tidio asked over and over why would the Sith even attack a triage point. He was even questioning Cathul's assignment, and that infuriated her to the point where she had to respond to his inquiries before proceeding any further because she knew it would become a distraction. But she tried to keep it cordial to the best of her ability, while taking care not to exhaust her own power: she knew she was going to need it for the road ahead. All she is seeing in the future is an endless stream of patients, each of which she is going to use Force-healing on, as appropriate. Patients are soon due to arrive, and everyone and their dog among the admiralty had high hopes that Cathul was the right choice to save as many lives as was possible. But, at the same time, she knew that only so many patients could be treated in the three hours that it would take for the next batch of supplies to arrive.

"Therapy Command, this is Captain Tidio of the ANS Tylenol. I have to question why High Command even entrusted you with complete military authority over Inysh, admiral. All you had in your service record for engagement experience on a command-level was a skirmish over Hakassi"

"Hakassi proved us that my flagship can counter whatever Sith fleets operating in this region can throw at us meter-for-meter, but protocol demands that carriers be escorted. Even though it should be referred to as a destroyer/carrier to be precise"

"You have been avoiding my question, admiral"

"Admiralty placed its trust in me because of my past as a healthcare professional, and also because I'm not one to dally around protocol issues. Other commanders they could have chosen were apparently too encumbered by bureaucracy and protocol to act decisively"

"May the Force be with us and Therapy Command actually proves to be a deterrent"

Once she de-boarded the shuttle she used, laden with medical equipment, Cathul was relieved to learn that her padawan had what it takes to learn Force-healing, as she made her way to her location. That even though she knew Force-healers were not medical doctors, they knew they were used as supplements to them especially when either treatments prove resistant to conventional medicine or the medical condition is Force-based in nature. Although she knew Geloyra was more botanist than healer, the white Twi'lek was relieved that her knowledge of physiology was up to par to what she feels is appropriate for learning Force-healing and make for an effective conduit for the healing energies of the Force. She trusted that her padawan has enough brains to differentiate among medical conditions: she saw many Force-healers fall prey to the temptation of offering quick diagnoses that actually went the wrong way.

"I feel it needs to be said but, you have realized by now that there are Jedi Healers that became healers despite knowing next to nothing about physiology. Before you begin learning Force-healing, that is, 1) making your diagnosis [on the nearest patient you can find] and 2) use the Force to apply appropriate treatment, I have but one warning to make. I'm sure you will heed it, because you are learning Force-healing rather early in your Jedi career, but do not expect near-instant healing every single time. When I was governor of Azure, the gravest cases I had each took upwards of 12 hours to treat, draining me for at least that long, if not more, and they were all medical close calls. Sometimes Force-healing may also need to be complemented with other skills, like Detoxify Poison (if there are toxins inside the patient) or Electric Judgment (in the cases requiring defibrillation)"

Therapy Command (4300m):

Spoiler

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Yag'dhul (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Vandelhelm (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft (deployed in a defensive screen):
144 T-70 X-Wings
60 BB-2 bombers

NJO ships:

Spoiler

In-system:

ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m

En route:

ANS Prozac (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m

 

[Shaddi]

As he began to advance towards the landing armies something tugged at him. "Where do you think you are going? My, my aren't you hopeful. Leaving the dark side as you did and not expecting me to notice or even take interest? T'zanith, T'zanith as my ancestor you have to carry on my name." The voice suddenly echoed in his mind and the searing pain that accompanied it floored him, made him helpless as all he could do was watch what unfolded. "This is what you are to have under your control, T'zanith. The same power I had when I graced this pathetic galaxy. You are now the bearer of my name, Darth Erebos, is your birthright just like my power is yours to grasp as well." The force ghost manifested as the unnaturally thin, ghastly, black skinned being that held erebos down against the ground, pouring pain directly into his body were it touched him.

"Watch now as your friend dies to protect his world, as your own people burn within their ships as the force storm he's sacrificed his life to create tears through this system. Your power is nothing, you can't do anything to stop this, you can't do anything to save your friend. T'zanith you aren't worthy of the Erebos name. I came to you when the netherworld opened up, you locked me away inside your mind because you were afraid. I've been waiting for the chance to do this, while you toiled away to be all that you could be I gathered my power so I can now take over your body. Everything you've built is now mine." As those words resonated inside T'zaniths mind he felt [member="Mythos"] die, this time he really could feel him die. The loss of his friend and the resurgence of grief caused T'zanith to erupt in a large force maelstrom around him.
"NO! I won't allow you! I am not you*! I'll never be you, even though I'm your blood, I'm not you!" He shouted as arcs of lightning shot out from the sphere of telekinetic energy that surrounded him.

The being was utterly shocked as it stood right outside the maelstrom staring in utter disbelief as T'zanith turned towards it and raised his hand, sending out a blast of force energy from his outstretched hand straight at the entity, banishing it for now. "My friend might be dead... but his son still lives." He said in a raspy voice as he fell to his knees and exhaled loudly. Almost at the cusp of fading out of consciousness he remembered Adas, the son of his friend. "If I die today.. Then that boy will live and nothing is going to stop me." He said to himself as he breathed in, gathering the force back into himself as he moved his right leg up and then stepped onto it as he rose up.

Looking towards the palace he breathed in once more and as he breathed out, smoke emanating from his mask as he took another step forwards. The force flowing into him with each step forwards he felt the force invigorate him, empowering him, fueling him as he soon turned from a walk into a force infused sprint. If he couldn't save his friend then he'd be damned if he couldn't save Mythos's son. With saber lit in one hand and a telsword primed in the other he made it as fast as he could towards the Palace, this time he wouldn't be too late. Even if he had to fight like an animal he would make sure Adas would survive this.
"Damn GA Thinking they own the galaxy because they beat a divided one sith." He muttered under his breath as he came to the base of the palace, a bloody swath of soldiers trying to stop him in his wake.

 

[Seras Rose]

Location: Atrisia's surface, Near the Palace entrance
Allies: GA, Six Troopers, [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Raph Thule"]
Enemies: [member="Adas James Malgus"] @Asajj @Akuma And any other Sith at the southern entrance
Objective: Rendezvous with Jacen Voidstalker at the Palace's southern entrance

Seras climbed through the rubble of the building that lead up to the palace, the six troopers fanned out behind her. Footing was treacherous to put it lightly, and the shaking of the ground from the battle that was raging at the palace did not help. One paticularly nasty rumble had Seras and the troopers sliding down a mess of rubble, stumbling into a street as they finally arrive. The palace's southern entrance. There was a battle raging here and it was not a small one, with Sith forces on one side and Mandalorians on the other, with a small smattering of Alliance Troopers. What caught Seras's eye was a fading black fog, from which emerged three Sith and more then a few dead and dying troopers. "Assassins... We do not need to be caught going over there." Seras swore, holding up a hand to stop one of the troopers from shooting. She did not think they could help things over there, not right now. "What will we do ma'am?" The Sergeant asked. From where they were, they were in the back field of the battle, just a bit behind the front lines. "We will see who needs help the most. By the way Medic, i might need your flare gun." Seras held out her hand, the trooper handing it to her with a questioning look behind his helmet. "Never know when a bright light will come in handy." It was then she got the message from HK-36.

"Padawan Seras Rose, location is within sight of the palace's southern entrance. Behind me is three Sith Assassins's, Marshal Voidstalker and a few other Jedi that i do not know." Seras reported, looking at the Assassin's, then at the Palace and the battle lines that were being drawn there. "We will be far more useful there, then getting in the way of the Jedi Masters here. Lets move."

"Yes ma'am" The Sergeant of the troopers responded, all of them a bit thankful to not be heading back to that mess. There was not much the Troopers could have done besides watch a fight between Sith and Jedi anyways.

Seras finished the quick slide down the road and started running with the Six Troopers, making a line for the palace, the Troopers following right behind her. On their way, Seras felt something coming. Like a great pressure building up. "Cover!" She shouted, ducking behind some rubble as the troopers did the same.

He opened it, using the Axe to fuel the Force Blast that came forth from the Talisman and aiming it at the horizon, looking to engulf the Sky above with a beam of power. It was like nothing he held before. Uncontrollable and unfathomably powerful. It was now that he tapped into the power of the Axe and the Power of Soeht, looking to use them as a well to feed the force blast aimed at the mandalorians in the sky.

The sight of this display struck a cord of fear into the Troopers. The same terror was struck into Seras as well as her eyes went wide at the sight. But after a moment she calmed, like someone had pourced ice water on her mind and senses. Before she knew it there was a thin grin and a welling determination, even as dust fell from above them as the air itself trembled from the display.

"Tremble not from the display of power." Seras said, but that was just as much to herself as to the six Troopers behind her. Seras stood, igniting her yellow lightsaber. "Only Standing in terror and fright will make death certain for you! Push fear back, Forward!" Yet again, those words were as much for herself as anyone. But that did not matter, because she believed those words. Deflecting a stray blaster bolt from the battle up ahead, she and the Six Troopers moved forward and joined the battle for the palace.

(I do not believe i missed anything that has happend in the threads so far but if i did, toss me a mention in the OOC thread about what it was and i will happily edit as needed)

 

[Aela Talith]

Space-Edge of Atrisia System
[member="Vilin"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"]

"Got someone!" Aela said with a massive sigh of relief. A part of her had been truly terrified of simply jumping into the situation blind, at least now she would be able to get a read on what was happening before taking Jamie into the middle of a battlefield. She shifted slightly in the seat and then tapped the pilot in the side of his helmet, the 5th Legion Soldier gave her an annoyed look through his visor but nodded his head, changing the hyperspace coordinates last minute.

"We have word from a fleet." The Jedi Marshall told her padawan. "It's on the outskirts of Atrisia, we'll meet them there."

That was enough to give them a moment of brief peace, at least until they actually arrived. The Pilot was still weary of course, if only because they still had no idea what was happening on Atrisia, but eventually they drew closer and closer.

"Here we go."

The pilot said, his helmet resonating his voice in an odd, almost robotic way. Aela motioned for Jamie to strap herself into one of the seats just in case, though as they dropped out of hyperspace it became obvious that the precaution was unnecessary. Aela and Jamie's shuttle tumbled back into Real Space far away from Atrisia and the storms raging there, falling just short of the fleet that Commodore Vilin had managed to assemble.

It took them only a moment before she and Jamie were standing in the hangar of the man's flagship. "I need to see your commander."

Aela said to the first person she saw on deck.

 

[HK-36]

It seems that the droid's arrival was masked with the fog of dust and debris that raised about the place due to the battle against the Assassins, whether it was done by natural or arcane means it was unknown to the droid, but it would explain why he did not noticed the Jedi presence right next to him. As their vision cleared the droid saw the standoff Jedi had against [member="Rapax"], in fact HK was caught almost in the middle of it, standing now to one side of the face-off, the assassin, clearly an enemy clad in Sith-made armor, appeared to not notice the droid.

Perhaps it was due to the mist, the distraction of the battle taking up their focus, maybe to the fact that the droid had no presence within the Force currently, masked by the layer of a Vong biot attached to his Phrik body, even his usual background static presence droids had could not be sensed. Either way, the droid had a chance and he was going to use it.

In the practice movement of his fast body he silently raised a heavy Magnetic Revolver with his free hand towards Rapax. He pulled the trigger aiming at his chest, holding it. Usually when it came to these things the Force had a nasty habit of warning his targets and allowing them to literally dodge a bullet, however this time he was outside of the Force, and just like the actions of a Vong could not be predicted through it, so was he outside of the realm of precognition. The bullets would either miss or hit the target, aimed at Rapax's stomach region to, if they managed so, pierce it and impact his spine, the attack was not meant to kill him but at least temporarily disable if not outright paralyze him. Although small the pellets Shattergun Revolver fired moved so fast, faster than the speed of sound, that its physical projectiles were able to easily penetrate even armor with rating of 9 and weaker shatterguns HK used before were known to bent solid Phrik plates and knock their targets on their butt with a single shot. This time not only the shattergun had a stronger punch, due to its burst function 6 of its shots were fired at its target almost instantly in a tight scatter spray.

So could Rapax be taken out of the fight by the surprise attack?

Well it would be very anti-climatic but yes, the gun seemed to overpower his armor, at least on paper, whose physical protection was its weakest point and the armor-piercing pellets the heavy shattergun fired were an entirely physical attack. Besides, in the ages past more experienced Force users like Jedi Masters were known to be defeated by gunslingers with worse weapons right in front of them, the man didn't seemed to notice HK and he was only a knight.

Either way, hit or miss, the noise of the revolver whirring would then be heard as well as the pellets cutting through the air in multiple swishes, this came after their flight because, once again, they moved faster than the sound they caused.


The droid looked to [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] who he now spotted as the fog settled,

"Not everything is about you."

He quipped before explaining,

"I was broadcasting to everyone on our channel."

Snap-hiss

The droid activated his lightsaber as well, the blade lighting up the area in its pure white light, as if casting the shadows away, basking everyone in its cleansing area of hope of serenity, an Aura of the Light Side concentrated in the lightsaber's energy blade, very effective at combating the effects of the Dark Side powers.


The droid would receive the message from [member="Joza Perl"], at least partially, there was still the disturbance from the storm raging around them, as such he wouldn't be able to really send a response, she would however receive a simple ping from the droid, on the planet's surface, letting her know his current location.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Reapproaching Atrisia Orbit
Objective: Engage Terror From Beyond
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Lady Shambleau"], [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Vilin"] GA & Friends
Enemies: [member="Mythos"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Jagger Fuga"], Sith & Friends
#1 Lovecraft Fan: [member="Ostanes"]


Bridge, Unyielding-class Command Cruiser ANS Rebel's Hope
Near High Orbit, Atrisia, Atrisia System

"Report!" Captain Mazik Stazi roared over the cacophony of warning alarms blaring throughout the cruiser's bridge.

Sparks erupted from consoles across the deck, and in one of the far corners several junior officers struggled desperately to put out a spot fire with extinguishers. Their uniforms were stained with soot and sweat drenched their faces, but at least it meant they didn't have to orient their gaze towards the cosmic horror gaping at them all too close out the viewscreen. To their credit, none of them had complained aloud, but when the captain had countermanded the Commodore's orders and instead took them at full speed back the way they had come, he had seen the fear in their eyes and he knew many of them must have thought him half mad. Now, in a single cruiser standing face to face with a creature out of nightmare, with Force storms rippling behind its form, Stazi had to admit that he hadn't done much to absolve himself of the perception.

[That last hit disabled our shields, and structural integrity is down,] the personal translator installed into a custom built vocoder translated the wookiee XO's words into Basic. Fluent in Shyriiwook, Mazik understood Vryyr's native tongue, but the ship's second officer couldn't expect every soul on board to learn how to speak wookiee, [We can't take another hit like that, Captain.]

"I'm not leaving my pilots behind," Stazi growled, a desperate ferocity in his eyes as he stared down his old friend, "We're the only support the Rogues have got."

[Perhaps not,] Commander Vryyr grunted, [Incoming transmission from the Ascendant, sir. Putting it through.]

"Mazik you old gundark, you look like you could use a hand!"

"Pulsar!" the captain barked, forgetting his place in the moment as he clenched his fist in triumph. Hope was not lost after all, "Never thought I'd be glad to hear your voice."

"The feeling's mutual," the Commodore's voice crackled over the frequency, "Now get behind us and let us take a little punishment for a while."

"And let you steal my kill?" Mazik gave a mock sigh, "Aye, sir. You heard the Commodore, engines full reverse! Put us right underneath their firing arcs!"

The holographic representations of the rest of the task force edged closer to their position, their images extrapolated from the now visible transponder signals on their sensor scopes. With a hardly perceptible vibration the cruiser's engines roared to life as the large vessel lurched to compensate with the commands coming from the helm. As soon as the Hope had dropped below the kill zone, the Alliance vessels opened fire in earnest, targeting the center mass of the Lotek'k. A truly dazzling flurry of turbolaser fire erupted from their batteries and streaked by apparently overhead from the perspective of the Hope's bridge crew, hypervelocity rounds moved too quickly for the naked eye to see but their impacts would be visible enough, should they strike, given the immense force with which the HVCs were capable of projecting them.

"All ships, launch remaining assault craft," Zark's voice echoed once more throughout the cruiser's bridge, "Search and rescue operations only, avoid conflict unless fired upon. Focus on getting our wounded off the planet."

"Give em hell, boys," Stazi muttered under his breath as, from their vantage point now directly underneath the flotilla, a swarm of tiny shapes burst forth from their hangars and streaked towards the surface. He knew that obeying the Commodore's standing orders down below would be easier said than done, and that is if their pilots even made it through the atmosphere, still raging with storms weakened by the efforts by the Jedi on the surface, but still very much fatal.

"This is Commodore Zark Pulsar of the Galactic Alliance to any friendly ships still in system, requesting assistance. Activating emergency nav beacon, lock on to our coordinates."

The sensor pulse rippled out across the Hope's holoprojection in pulses, ignorant of friend or foe. Yet it was no secret that the Galactic Alliance had been at Atrisia, and with the planetary defense network no doubt severely weakened by the volcanic event and rampant storms, the most the Sith hoped to gain was the knowledge that their massacre had not wiped them all out, that there were those still willing to stand against mass murder and destruction. And with it a little luck, it might also make it a little easier for any Alliance friendly forces to find their way safely to them.


Ship Movement

Spoiler

ANS Rebel's Hope damaged and without shields due to glancing blows from the Lotek'k, retreating behind reinforcements.
Rest of TF Sullust (minus Indomitable) moving into engagement range and opening fire with all batteries on Lotek'k.
Search and rescue craft deployed to the planet's surface to look for survivors and support allied forces under fire.

Task Force - Sullust
"Pulsar's Peacekeepers."

Spoiler

3,340 meters

Indomitable-class Star Defender:
ANS Light of Ashla

Noble-class Star Defenders:
ANS Ab Aeterno

Dreadnought-class Mark III Escort Cruisers:
ANS Ascendant, ANS Justicar

Unyielding-class Command Cruiser:
ANS Rebel's Hope

Nebulon-L Multirole Frigates:
ANS Lord Protector, ANS Remember Eriadu, ANS Krayt Dragon

Strike-class Corvettes:
ANS Fate's Folly, ANS Rivers of Arbra, ANS Tetan Queen

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C'artyom had been a long time friend of Causstik Rahn and when he heard he was in trouble he rushed in to save the maniac. He decided to pick up a few friends along the way too. [member="Thraxis"] wasn't a very hard man to find. All you had too do was look for the seediest, most filthy bar in the galaxy and you'd find the Zeltron. Suffice to say this place was a dive with a Capitol D. Bodies were sprawled all over the floor. Every time he lifted his boots it felt like sticky magnets tried to root him to the ground. The tables were all thrown askew. The lamp lights that normally all lit the place had been put out. The smell, by god. It smelled like a mixture of a Gammorrean's arse Crack and urine. (Probably the Gammorreans on the floor, but it might also be Thraxis).

Des made his way to where a man was slumped over the bar counter. It was the bar tender A.K.A. Thraxis no last name. The bar was just as bad as bad as the rest of the building. Glass, old peanut shells, and what looked to be throw up lined it's whole surface. He nudged Thraxis. No dice. He walked to the faucet, filled a cup with some water and dumped it on the man. Still no dice. Third times the charm. He withdrew a bottle of Tarisian Ale from his coat pocket. The last in existence as far as Des knew. He withdrew the cork and waved it under the man's nose.

"Causstik needs us on artisia," Des said duly. Saddened that he had just lost a small fortune with that bottle.

 

[Joza Perl]

“We’ll be exiting hyperspace shortly.”

Sipping on a cup of caf—her new stimulant now that the cigarettes had been snubbed—the Zeltron arched a brow at Nate the moment his hand squeezed her shoulder. “Worried?” She echoed, clearing her throat. “I’ve been worried about him since he was in the womb. I guess it’s the sort of thing that doesn’t go away once you become a parent.” With a shrug, she offered him a half smile. “We watch eachother’s back out there, Phantoms. That’s how it goes.” Turning back towards the nav, she ran her tongue over her lower row of teeth. Joza was fundamentally useless in space. Her poor piloting skills were supplemented by Ivan Volek, an ex-smuggler she’d happened across.

“Assuming we make it past the Force storms and the giant space monster. Which, by the way, I hear bears a striking resemblance to your son.” Ivan’s tone was as dry as ever, and it earned him a sharp smack upside the head. “You’d be rotting in a cell if it weren’t for me, koochoo. Hold your tongue.” After a few moments though, she squeezed his shoulder briefly with a tight smile. Despite the constant bickering, Joza and Ivan worked well in tandem.

“He’s right, though.” Turning back towards Nate, her smile had thinned into a harder expression. “We have to take into account—what the absolute hell is that?” Her upper lip curled upon seeing the Lotek’k floating in space, seemingly immobile save for the lashing tentacles.

“Space monster.” Ivan informed, unable to add anything relevant. “I…what?” Joza’s face scrunched in confusion. “What is it…how? That doesn’t look anything like my son!” Huffing, she tossed her head back and scowled, but her sour expression melted as they received a ping of HK’s location. Then she frowned. “What, he’s got time to send out a call but no time for a proper response?”

“Probably interference from the storm. He’s on Atrisia’s surface. Somehow.” The pair turned back to the thrashing beast.

“Right. Just…I don’t know, go around it. Or shoot it.”

“And the storm?”

“Remember Jabiim?”

“I try not to.”

“Find the weakest point.”

“What? It doesn't work like that.”

“Ugh, nevermind. Nate, dropship, now.”

“What?”

“And for the love of your scrambled brains,” Fitting the helmet of Sasori Armor over her head, she rapped on it with her knuckles. “Put your headgear on, Phantoms. If there is a landing, it’s going to suck.”

[member="HK-36"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Cuvacia
Bridge of the Anaxes
Allies: [member="Zaren Bouqi"]

Enemies: [member="Jagger Fuga"] | [member="Maizono"] | [member="Barash"]

"Close the Blast Sheilds!!!" The Blast shields that covered the glass with thick Durtanium plating and as soon as the Jedi broke through the glass it would shatter as the small amount of atmosphere trapped behind the glass would be sucked out into space, fragmenting the glass into the Jedis Face. They were safe for a second, but the crazed Jedi would try again, "Sent the droids to occupy that imbecile of a Jedi, or he will kill both us and himself." The Jedi of old would never have tried such a dumb move, but he guessed these new alliance encouraged kamikaze tactics. 10 NN Droids with jet packs would move to intercept the Jedi and fire on his posistion. "Admiral a New Fleet has arrived, we are now outnumbered 2 to 1 sir." Stated the Sensors Officer.

Step one: cut through glasteel. Lightsabers did not shatter things. They melted through them. No shattered shards of glasteel flew in Korr's face.

Step two: A duranium curtain shuttered closed behind the glass. Fortunately, duranium could only withstand a glancing blow from a lightsaber. Korr's methodical carving was nothing if not direct. The duranium slowed him down a handful of seconds.

Step three: Enter the bridge. Korr sent the semi-circle he'd carved into the viewport flying back into the bridge with a Force push, let the atmosphere rush out, then moved inside. The bridge was apparently empty to his eyes and senses. Evacuated? Interesting.

Action.

Behind Korr came some sound of screaming engines and a sense of danger. He dived forward, pushing off the ground to send himself floating inside the bridge. An explosion rocked the duranium shield and send tongues of flame questing out through the hole Korr'd carved. They licked at his heels before dissipating. Ryan frowned. What was that.

"R9 what's going on?"

Static.

"R9?"

He felt a strange sense of loss. A door to the bridge slid open and ten grim looking droids rocketed in on jetpacks. Korr's grip tightened around the hilt of his lightsaber and his features grew hard behind the breath mask.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Kaili Talith"]

Soliael patted his daughter on the head. "You're not abandoning them."

The words might not have seemed like much, but it was the truth. There were other forces at work here, forces that neither she nor Soliael could truly control. It was true that they could intervene, they could wander the surface and find whomever was doing this, probably kill them too...but was it their place? They had no authority here on Atrisia, they were not a part of the Galactic Alliance, they were not in government, they weren't even Jedi. Soliael and Kaili had no authority, and in the end...the people within this bunker were safe.

"You got them here." He pointed to the bunker around them. "They'll be safe."

At least for the time being. "Whatever is going on up there, it will be stopped. The Alliance, the New Jedi Order, someone will bring it to a close, that's their job, not yours. The people in these bunkers looked to you for guidance and you gave them that. You aren't a one woman army, you can't stop what's going on up there. You've done your job Nohei."

Soliael knew his children.

A part of him had always wished that they had taken more after him, that they saw the more cynical side of the galaxy, but none of them had. All four of his children were more like their mother than Soliael ever cared to admit. They didn't register the bad, they didn't see the evil or the 'natural' course of the galaxy, they saw only the good. They wanted to help even when the situation was beyond their helping, they wanted to sacrifice themselves even when that sacrifice wasn't worth it. They were good people, and Soliael was incredibly proud of them, but sometimes...sometimes that good did more bad than good.

He could see the guilt in Nohei's eyes, and it pained him, but in the end the life of his daughter meant more to him than the lives of every single Atrisian. He wasn't like his children, he didn't care about these people, he didn't care if they lived or died, not if it meant putting the life of someone he loved in danger.

That was who he was.

"Come on." Soliael said as he set his hand on Noehi's shoulder, the force building around him. "Let's go home."

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: The Palace Steps.
Objective: Fight.
Allies: [member="Adas James Malgus"] | [member="Serena Bouie"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] | @Every Sith Within the Palace
Enemies: @Every Non-Sith Within The Palace | @Anyone Attacking The Palace


Staring at the child before him, Lykos would raise a single, hairless brow at the Child-King's order from within the shadows of his cowl, a brief flicker of amusement crossing his feature before they would return to being stoic and focused. Raising his head to stare at the rolling clouds of ash and the strikes of lighting cutting through the atmosphere to clash against the surface of Atrisis in an uncontrollable frenzy, Lykos would chuckle lowly, an odd growling sound, before speaking to the Child stood next to him. The Zabrak's tongue would be held until the first blast of the Force rocketed from the blonde, his body sagging slightly from the strain of calling upon the power of an ancient bastion of Darkness atop of the power of a Dark relic.

"You chose well from doom-leading choices, Child-King. You would have passed the Trial of the Mind amongst Clan Rakama. Survive, Child-King, become an adult and show the Ath given strength of Soul and Amina graced strength of Body. Fight well and do not meet Nath, yet, Child-King, and become an adult in my eye, an ally of the Shadows."

Stepping backwards slightly from where he stood next to the Child-King, Darth Lykos would offer a slight bow of his head to the new Widow of the former King, a nod of recognition but not respect; respect not yet having been earned, after all. Bending his head slightly so that his chin met his chest and letting his eye slide shut, the Xavka listened to the world around him. The cheers of rallying forces, screams and crackling of flames, the firing of blaster, the sound of the ships above and machines on the ground, all of it rang in his ears. The smell of acrid smoke, ash, fire, blood, sweat, fear and anticipation, it all burnt at his nose. And slowly, one by one, everything fell away, leaving Xavka to stand in a void of nothingness as he focused inwards. With one final inhale, it happened.

Within his mind and buried within his soul, metaphorical chain after metaphorical chain rapidly rusted and fell into piles of ash, metaphorical locks snapped and burst open, releasing what was contained. On the physical plane, dull red light would shine from the Zabrak's skin, flaring even through the thick robes he wore, as line after line of carefully inked Sith Ruins shone from underneath recent Jat'i - the personal tattoos that littered his torso, arm and legs, each intricate design telling a story from his life. Within the Force, Lykos would suddenly become visible, his Presence no longer obscured and hidden as the cloaking fell away. But, his Presence did not stop growing within the Force as, slowly, the Darkness swirled around him, reaching out with tendrils to claw up the spines of beings closet to him, causing them to feel phantom breaths of his Lord Nath, Lord of All Death, to run across the back of their necks. Slowly, shadows began to seep from his body and robes, dripping to the ground at his bared feet as if it was a thick, viscus liquid and not a massless form created by the absence of light. Head snapping upwards, eye snapping open, a loud, haunting roar of a howl would echo out into the battlefield before him, the call of battle heavy in the sound as the Darkness amplified and empowered the roar, causing dread to form in the minds of those with a weak will and no way of preventing the Force from affecting them.

This was the true strength of Xavka Duquo, this was why he had been awarded the title of Lord, because while he may normally seem to be a simple Knight, a common Sith whose only skill was hiding from view, he held much more buried deep within him, a true Maelstrom of Darkness and animalistic feralty that bayed constantly to be free and to consume. He was Xavka Duquo: Darth Lykos; leader of the Sith Assassins; Patriarch, Warlord and High Jath of Clan Rakama; The Wolf That Guards among his kin and the Shadow that Kills to his foes.

With a suddenness that it seemed to leave a whole behind in the Force, the howling roar echoing from his voice would cease and his Presence within the Force disappeared. First it shrank to a pinprick among the Darkness that covered the planet before delving deep into the Force, cloaking and camouflaging itself within the natural ebb of the Force. The viscus shadows that swirled around his feet would surge upwards, covering his entire form before he would disappear from sight and sound, becoming nothing more than a shadow, the same things he lived within.

Just before he vanished, the gathered Jar'Kai, Adas, the Queen and any other near enough would hear his final sentence. His voice was gruffer and deeper than it normally was, much more gravelly also and each would was accompanied by a clear audible, sub tonal growl or snarl as Xavka entered into speaking the Ul'Zabrak language, only, speaking Basic words instead, his speech disjointed as if he was trying to focus on not slipping into his native tongue. "Vysh, I call, guide my blade."



Small OOC Note:
Yeah, I felt going a bit more dramatic than I usually do for posts, hope no one minds.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Ignorance

Equipment: Twin Sabers, Sith Robes
Allies: [member="Mala Arar"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Alecandria"], [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Adas James Malgus"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Darth Lykos"], [member="Soeht"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Darth Vulcanus"], The Galactic Alliance, The Galactic Republic (Remnant), The Mandalorians, Everyone else
Objective: Snuff out the new Sith Brotherhood, Kill Graxin Rade, Devour the Volcano Demon

Whatever feelings that Graxin might have felt, were they faint memories of attraction or something as naive as love, remained solely with him - she shared none of those feelings, and never had, as she was certain he probably surmised when he decided to betray her trust and mercy by lashing out and crippling her. She blamed him for the sudden downward spiral in her mental health following Kashyyk, that much was true, but only because she had to wake up every day looking like some kind of demented freak, less than her formerly beautiful self, for a husband that she would never actually see with her own eyes again. Of course that life was behind her now, she had died and to Alric that was all she would ever be - she could accept it, he was happy now and probably happier without her. Unlike this misguided Jedi, who very likely had fallen to the dark side in his strike against her, she could let those she actually truly loved go when she knew it was better for them than to jealously harp on them. It hurt, certainly, but part of growing up was knowing when it was better to move on and shoulder the burden than to act like a petulant child and demand attention.

'Too late, Graxin? I have been dead for ten years. Whatever scheme you have devised is what is too late, you will die and your monstrous behemoth will be crippled shortly thereafter.'

'Just like your pathetic little sister, I will torture every last agonizing breath from your lungs before I crush that pitiful broken heart of yours - maybe I'll even summon her spirit and banish it to Chaos for you.'

Though they weren't yet engaged in a duel, and some distance was still between them, a small dose of Dun moche was always something she was willing to use in order to fluster her enemies. And for this hypocrite of a Jedi? Anything to make him choke would do. If he had truly wanted her to change her ways so long ago he would have - should have - tried a more logical, reasonable, approach rather than some stupid and emotionally charged retaliation to her turning her back. But, at this point, that mattered little. Silara and her apprentice, Mala, were on their way to the source of all of this trouble and she had two lightsabers that she was fully prepared to plunge directly into his chest. "Make sure you pay attention to the flow of combat when the fight begins, Apprentice. It is important your understand that the best way to defeat your foe is to capitalize on their openings and weaknesses and not to rely on your strengths - you might not always have them at your disposal." She said to the acolyte without turning her gaze from Jar'Kai. Although the apprentice had not yet been given the opportunity to learn how to properly wield a lightsaber, it was very important for her to witness how others performed in combat rather than just how she - and her master, in training - would simulate such a fight. The experience of witnessing a duel between two masters of the force was one of the very reasons she had suggested to Mala that she should tag along and watch - or participate, if able and necessary.

As they neared the former leader of the Army of Light, the Jedi she'd known as Graxin Rade, she could also feel the presence of two other beings in the force - one whom, truly, was likely able to pose quite a threat if she'd joined in on either side of the battle, and another who seemed like little more than a nuisance if even that. Whatever the case, however, Silara had little worry of failure this time around. Unless Graxin had become arrogant with age, he ought to have known that she had held herself back considerably during their last encounter by trying to suppress the entirety of his army of Graug and Republic forces on the Kashyyk shoreline with the waves of darkness during their duel, and her knowledge, skill, and power had only grown since their fateful meeting. She doubted he'd grown any weaker, but she knew - or at least was heavily confident - that she was superior to whatever strength he had or could muster. Whatever had ripped the life from the Sith that had formed the brotherhood on Atrisia, whatever had birthed the monster that ravaged the outskirts of the capital and beyond, and the very creature that hung in space above them - along with all of the destruction caused by the force storm that ripped through the Galactic Alliance's fleet - only added fuel to her fire.

Every snuffed breath, every last moment of terror, and every ache of resentment that was felt for either side, by either side, coursed through her veins like the very dark side that she was going to call upon when it came time to strike down her foe. The hatred and defiance that lingered with the spirits of the Sith Lords bled into her like a tributary to a river. The flood of fear that the storm caused by the force, by the emergence of the Lok'tek, and the terror that the volcanic behemoth struck into the Atrisians rained on her black soul like the sulfuric rains of Sullust. But, more than that, the death that was wrought during this subjugation poured into her with greater intensity than even the mass genocide on Geonosis ten years ago when the Rebel Alliance bombed their own civilians. The smug grin that was plastered on the Sith's face was anything but satisfied, however, because she still hungered for more - to feel the ecstasy that crushing Graxin would bring her, the fullness that devouring the volcanic demon would grant her, and the closeness to the dark side that it all provided her with excited her more than anything.

'We end this today, Graxin.'

 

[Riimaurus]

Location: Thracior
Post: 2
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: The Sith
Objective: Diplomatic Talks

"I'm telling you, there's a Cthullu in Atrisian Space. Not to say about the reports of a volcanic monster. You're lucky that you weren't with the Fondor Task Force, soldier" The trooper sighed, but wasn't a relief sigh it was a frustrated sigh. "I'm sorry, sir. But i rather be dying in a action than be in this diplomatic mission."
"You will have a plenty of time to die, and maybe a Sith Lord will show up and then you can fulfill your morbid desire. For now, try to be happy for being alive." Riimaurus tried to cheer up his trooper. "Counselor, what the Alliance knows about this planet?" The Chiss asked to the Political Counselor. "Not much, Diplomat. All we know that is not a highly developed planet as you can see." Pointed the primitive look of the city buildings. "And that two rival clans, called the Hnsi and the Tantt, fight to rule Thracior." The Diplomat thought about the facts that the Counselor just told to him. "Ok, so we need create an alliance with both of them? Doesn't seem to be something that they would easily consent."
"Not sure if that's the perfect strategy, but maybe if we can convince them that good relations with the Alliance would help both of the clans and that the GA wouldn't prioritize one over the other, maybe it will work."
"Sounds good to me, Counselor. I will stick with your plan. We just have to find their leaders."

Riimaurus stopped by a little store, where a human were working on broke droid. "Excuse me, sir. May i ask you something?"
"Sure, sure. No one stops on a droid store to actually buy droids today." Said the man, clearly upset with the lack of buyers. Until he noticed that a Chiss with armed men was talking to him. "I'm sorry, Mister. I didn't mean to..."
"Nah! It's okay. We are not the First Order. We don't kill people for their wrong tone. I just want to know which clan rule this city and where is your leader. Can you answer that?" Said with a friendly look. "Well, this is Hnsi's territory. And our Warlord lives in his Palace just a little ahead, but he is not there now. He left yesterday to negotiate with the minor clans and will not return until two sun cycles."
"We cannot wait this much. There isn't someone that take care of things when he's away? Someone with the authority to take political decisions?" Asked the Chiss. "His son is next in the line of succession. But i don't think he will take any important decision without his dad around. I guess your only chance is to catch up the Warlord. He's not that far but you might want to rent speeders to get there faster." Explained the droid seller. "Ok, thank you for your help." Thanked the Diplomat and left the store. "So, you all heard the man. Looks like we will have to rent some speeders if we want to accomplish this mission faster. What do you say, Counselor? Do we have credits to rent speeders to the whole crew?"
"Sure. We have enough to pay the speeders. Since we don't break any of them we will be able to pay."
"Great, so let's get going." Riimaurus took his crew to a speeder shop. Rented the speeders and follow their way to the minor clans villages.

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Tony made his way through the sewers. They smelled of waste and fecal matter. The water was a sickly green and every now and then Tony would feel something brush against his leg. He shivered. The Trandoshan's seemed more active in their duties and judging by the sound of gun fire and explosions Tony could figure why. They ran to and fro exiting man holes and entering them. Every once in a while Tony would pass one who had lied down and just.. Died. When he was sure he was directly under the palace he climbed a ladder to the surface. He poked his head out of the man hole. Seems clear. Tony thought as he pulled himself up more.

The streets were lined with ruble. The black ash and fire blocked out the sun. Places he used to visit as a kid now sat as decrepit distraught monuments to war. He could just see the palace from here. It was only a few more blocks away. He began making his way down the street when suddenly a fire fight broke out. Mandalorians came charging through one end of the street and Trandoshans fired down upon them from within the confines of the buildings. Lazers streaked within inches of tony. One singed his leather-men. He dove behind a pile of rock, metal and ash. He swore he could've held a burner up and lit it with all the lazer fire in the air.

When the gunfire stopped Tony raised his head. The Mandalorians had apparently come out victorious. They now sat outside apparently taking a rest. A few had helmets in hand, others were skinning the large reptiles. It gave Tony the chills. Hunters. Then one spotted him. He began shouting in some strange language and the rest of the Mando's quickly put their helmets on. They walked the length to Tony, guns drawn.

"Greetings comrade. We here to liberate you. Now you help. Pay us back. Yes?" The Mandalorian said in broken basic.

"Uh.. Sure," Tony said afraid he might respond incorrectly.

"Good! Welcome to Mand'alor's army!" The man thrusted a rifle into Tony's hand. Then began rummaging around in his backpack. The large man withdrew what appeared to be Mandalorian armor, but made of durasteel.

"Tivo and Ren will show you how vod'ika!" Tony didn't want to say no under the weight of so many guns, so he had no choice but to let them dress him in his new armor.. The blaster was self explanatory.

"OYA!" Shouted the Mandalorian. Onwards, to the palace once more...