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

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Post One.

Aerion's Stealth-X had been fuelled on the way to Atrisia. After the main bulk of the Alliance Fleet had arrived, the forces aboard the Audacity, had ran towards the hangar bays and immediately began loading onto the transports and fighters. They weren't deployed, not yet, word was passed down from the bridge that the planetary shields had gone up. They were going to have to break through the shields, and that was going to take time. Who did they even have ground side?

There were Sith down below. In the future he suspected his duties as a Colonel would interfere with his responsibilities as a Jedi Knight, but in a situation like this? Where there were Sith? They certainly wouldn't contradict each other on this day... But his desire to mop the ground with any and all Sith? Well, that was something the Jedi Order was going to have to take a look at.

It was sort of the reason why he worked with the Galactic Alliance Guard more than the New Jedi Order these days.

"Sir, orders?"

"We'll wait until the shield drops," he said, clicking off his comm.

 

[Adele Adonai]

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[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]​

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'A child's life is like a piece of paper on which every person leaves a mark.'

The Camaasi proverb was a soft breath of words. Mere words strung together but in their entirety, powerful. They evoked memories. Images. Ghosts of the past and the shadows in the deep recesses of the mind. Especially for the Jedi Marshal poised at the weapons locker, scarred and weathered hands curled against the handles he'd just pulled open. Cast in the crimson of his Akk scale armor, he was but one man amidst the battlefield not only of his own making but that of what may come.

 

[Mythos]

The world moved fast, soldiers and warriors held their positions and prepared to execute their mission. [member="Darth Mephirium"] shouted commands, Mythos listened intently to his orders and moved forward with his plans. Mythos armored himself, clothed from head to toe in the ancient Atrisian armor of old as well as the Ax of Adas by his side, weapons were extra... the axe was all that mattered. As he listened to Mephirium one of his advisers held him by the shoulder. "My Lord... you should see this" He nodded and went to the hologram. He recognized the recording and gave no emotions to it. "We have tracked the signal to a ship, we could en-"

"No need commander, this propaganda will be seen as just that. As you can see, I am not there, when have you ever seen me hide my face?" He said plainly, as if stating a fact. He lied, but he was not worried. The Jar'Kai executed the mission while cloaked and hidden and although their fighting style and weapons were iconic, such as the red lightsaber and the knives, it was all too convenient for this to be released exactly when the world was being attacked, to aid an enemy invasion by politics. Some would be swayed, but Mythos knew that most would not. If the footage was released prior to his return to Atrisia, perhaps the situation would be very different.

Mythos swung around and boomed in a loud voice. "Alright children you heard the man! Man your battle stations! Lock and load this is not a training exercise, Move your asses!" The legions of Jar'Kai and the Atrisian royal forces were in full force, supply lines and orders were set down as well as a plethora of orders via com links regarding food supplies and logistics details. In the midst Mythos turned to Mephirium. "My wife and My son are not some refugees to be huddled into a bunker, My son is a powerful fighter despite his age and my wife" He said while looking at [member="Serena Bouie"]. "My wife can harness the pain of childbirth into a weapon... " a smile on his face, he had heard what happened the day of Adas' birth. "My family are capable of defending themselves..."

Mythos waved his hand, a command to his royal aids, glorified servants that brought forth a table and that bottle of Balmorrean Bluesky Mephirium asked for. "Mobilize the Tartoross walkers to compliment the 501st, have Wilo come down with his Gungan gang of freaks with as much firepower as they can scavenge"

Mythos was itching for a real fight, itching for the Alliance to land so he could meet them in the field of open battle in glorious combat and perhaps... find a warrior who could grant him a beautiful death. In the mean time, he had a kiss to give his wife and some choice words for the mother of his child. "If i die today... If i come back on my flag and not brandishing it" He said, as he kissed her passionately and publicly one more time. "You take my son to [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] in Midvinter and you stay there... You don't trust anyone, you don't listen to anyone, You bring him to Thurion or [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and no one else do you understand?" His eyes pleaded, he knew that there was one place where would be safe and could begin his training even if... it was to be with a Jedi and not a Sith, that was Midvinter and the silver sanctum coalition. Maybe that was what was meant to happen since the begining...maybe that's why the force allowed Mythos to meet Thurion in the first place.

With a stride Mythos joined his men and activated his communication link on his hear. If Mephirium was going to contact him, he would be all ears.

"For Atrisia! For Freedom! To the death!"

The roar of the Atrisian Legions was so loud the ground itself shook.

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[Kruel Zing]

Allies: [member="Phoebus"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Tarok"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Jagger Fuga"]
Enemies: GA & Allies
Objective: Nom on Jedi

What had once been a show of force for The Dominion had now been pushed to a full-on war. Numerous reports flooded in of the Galactic Alliance appearing in space around Atrisia. For what reason, would they have to visit Atrisia then show they’re dying strength. The Galactic Alliance had its victory after they took Coruscant but now they scrambled around like calo pups in heat to bring some further glorification to their name… Pathetic. It pleased Kruel that they were so ignorant to host an attack on a world with an entire congregation of Sith upon it. Leave it to the foolish who follow the light to stand in the way of true power. Activating his com Kruel contacted both [member="[/FONT][FONT='trebuchet ms']Tarock[/FONT][FONT='trebuchet ms']"], and [member="BladeRunner"] . “My apprentices the time has come to prove yourselves. The shields have risen but one must be there to defend them. Use the Infineon and its entire forces to ensure that it does not fall or else you shall be my next meal.” With a growl Kruel ended the call turning on his apprentices.

His own orders from Cyril had been given, but now he had to deliver his own. There was much work to do. The dashade only wished there had been more time to train his apprentices for such a battle. But now would be the best demonstration for the Sith, it was at this point they would show not only the apprentices but the galaxy itself what they could truly do. Looking across the faces of [member="Seria Ventreme"] ,[member="[/FONT][FONT='trebuchet ms']Akuma[/FONT][FONT='trebuchet ms']"] and [member="Dravis Rosilla"] , Kruel felt as though they would make it through the day. If they couldn’t on their own he would lay down his very life to ensure they did. They were not only his future but the future of the Sith. “My children defend this capital with your life. Work together, do not give in to temptation. Do not let yourselves be cowed by fear. The Galactic Alliance are worms and on this day the Sith will defy them. We will show the true power of the Darkside. You have your tasks.”

Not another word was given by the Dashade, for the upcoming battle he’d need every ounce of strength, power, and luck the force could give him. With help from the people of Atrisia the first of two ingredients were gained. They had been stirred into a frenzy by not only their leader but by Mepherium. The myriad of emotions fed Kruel absorbed into his being. The population of an entire planet laid bare for Kruel to feed upon. The hate, outrage, shock, sadness, the bloodlust. It flowed to the Sith Lord in magnitudes unmatched. Every second that passed granting more power than the last. That’s what it meant to be a Master of Consume Essence. Looking to the sky Kruel launched himself into the air off sheer telekinetic might alone flying through the skies of Atrisia. He would serve a multitude of positions in the coming battle but for now he would provide a brief overwatch of the city continuing to feast upon the masses emotions.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn and his rag tag fleet of miss matched vessels warped from hyperspace. They had come out in the exact polar opposite of the alliance fleet. The scaly warlord sat aboard his own vessel tapping his claws against his arm rest. He pressed a few buttons and a comm line to who hoped would be [member="Mythos"] would open up.

"Greetingsss King Mythos. This is Causstik Rahn of the Clan black claws. I am here to offer aid and support in the name of El Dorado," The large lizard hissed then ended his transmission. He opened another comm line to his Chieftains "This King has troops everywhere, but a bolstering is shown at his capital. I recommend we take up arms at the shield generator," His Chieftains nodded in agreement. The fleet of vessels entered the planetary atmosphere and began their approach to the planetary shields. Causstik opened his comms one last time

"[member="Mythos"] alert your troops, we fight with you!"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Kruel Zing"]

Few things were as beautiful and terrible as Force Flight. Ajira had tasted it more than once, most memorably while falling down the ten-thousand-kilometre Spires of Hell, deep in the Unknown Regions. The thing with Force Flight, though, was that you-

All right, so there were two issues with using the Force to fly. Number one was that you absolutely had to maintain your focus, or you would fall, and tumble, and become increasingly unable to regain said focus.

Number two was that you silhouetted yourself against the sky as a big, obvious, Force-radiant target.

In another life she'd been a sniper and a very good one. What the sporting blaster lacked in punch, it made up in accuracy. Crouching behind a dumpster in an alley, Ajira braced the sporting pistol and called out to the Force. Her Force presence was hidden: the man in the sky would sense none of the malice that was so crucial to Force danger-sense.

BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM-

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Post: 2
Objective: Protect the Leader of the Dominion
Allies: [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], [member="Tarok"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Darth Malakai"], [member="Enma Jayss"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Darth Praetorias"], [member="Mythos"], [member="Kruel Zing"]
Enemies:[member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Akimoto Yukitoshi"] [member="Lady Shambleau"]

"Admiral, the Kaiser has requested a full spread drop within the City." The Comms Officer was moving in to relay messages to the Admiral. The bridge was beginning to become slightly chaotic as they moved in to battle positions. The Chimaera was more of a Troop Transport then really a fighting vessel, as such they had overwhelming amounts of soldiers ready to attack all who stood in there way. He was lucky to the 501st was in his side and not fighting against them. He still was only able drop some of the shuttles to the ground, about 750 troopers in total. His AT-ATs as well as the AT-STs would also be inbound to these locations near the shield Generator.

"Get the Shuttles off my ship and have the Skyfall Legion take the 501st positions, I want those men to protect the Dark Lord, once they are clear we will move over to the Cordinated given by King Mythos, Code name Rancor." Jagger then waited for the soldiers to exit the ship.

A total of 750 Stormtroopers along with 10 AT-ATs and 25 AT-STs, would land and be under the command of the men on the ground. Jagger could not deal with that at the moment. He didn't even wait for his cannons hit the Blockade Runners and broke the blockade to make a B-line to the Space Station.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Darth Malakai made it to the nearby W-165, it sat in a small plaza in the middle of the city, the moment he got there he tapped into his comm system. "All anti-air units, coded as battery. All batteries report." One after another the troopers reported in,

"Battery one, reporting in. All systems ready!"

"Battery two, let's give it to them!"

"Battery three, all systems ready."

......

Darth Malakai looked to a nearby console, watching as more of the W-165's came online on his console. One after another he saw them come online. Twelve batteries in total, so far nine had come online, three were yet to report in. As soon as Malakai's console finished coming online exhaled, running a hand over the console. A holographic map appeared from the console, showing the position of all his 501st units. One Company remained guarding the palace, the second and third were split up within the city, holding two key checkpoints protecting the city. The last company was defending the AA batteries that Malakai had acquired, he looked over the landscape once more before speaking into his comm device. "All units hold your position."

 

[Tarok]

Post: 2
Allies:sith/mythos
Enemies:GA forces
Tarok brought The Infineon down on the planet. The location was the planetary shield generator, tarok knew that it was a key location for the defence of the world. Troops consisted of his masters and the borrowed troops of the legion. He walked off the ship that was now being converted to a ground base next to the generator it would serve well as an anti-ship placement. while that was being done tarok order his men to set up their ground defenses, gun placements mainly consisted of e-web's , patrols accompanied by sith acolytes and trenches. No one would be getting through without causing a ruckus. Tarok had the legion man the trenches with his own. He was also assited by [member="Mythos"] Tartoros-Class Walker that were already here when they landed. So long as he lived no one was going to destroy this generator. He looked to [member="BladeRunner"] "My friend stay close if you can, we will win glory today. Just don't die our lord would be most displeased." He commed into [member="Kruel Zing"] , [member="Mythos"] and [member="Darth Mephirium"] "my lords i have setup at the shield generators we will defend it to our last"
[member="Ajira Cardei"]

 

[Sieb Tevv]

"Command, Concentrate fire on those blockade runner now!!"

Glistening bolts of verdant energy the size of star fighters hurtled through the void and slammed into the ANS Hope. She shuddered beneath the concentrated fire until her shields failed, then the turbo lasers tore into the starboard hull gouged chunks from the blockade runner. Atmosphere, detritus, and crew spilled out into the void. A well-placed shot hit the reactor core.

Sieb watched the ship disappear in a white-orange halo of expanding fire.

I should have fired first, he thought. I should have...

"Sir, the Panathan ships are retreating. Shall we fire on them?"

"No. Let them run. Concentrate our batteries on Admiral Fuga's vessels."

"Bogeys on tac screen now, sir."

"Deploy a fighter screen. Give our boarding shuttles covering fire."

The three Dreadnought-class escorts surged forward to protect the blockade runners. Orbalisk-class boarding shuttles swarmed out from their hangar bays, accompanied by interceptor squadrons from the Fondor's Aegis and the Nebulons. A sizable group headed for Admiral [member="Jagger Fuga"]'s command ship.

Task Force - Fondor
"First in Line."

5,700m

Solo-class Command Cruiser:
ANS Fondor's Aegis

Dreadnought-class Mk III Escort Cruisers:
ANS Karfeddion's Tears, ANS Eriadu's Revenge, ANS Redresser

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

Protectorate Blockade Runners:
ANS Hope, ANS Liberty, ANS Freedom, ANS Faithful, ANS Humilitas

GR-90E Transport:
ANS Enigma, ANS Cry Havoc

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Post 3

"Oh, I know she's super upset Volgrim." Draco said, the giant man beside him chuckling softly. "I don't need lip from you right before I go into a fight, while she's in a mood." The warlord looked at his chrono and he could see the Basilisk War Droids and jump pack equipped warriors readying themselves. "So, the question, since I'm not busy," he glared at the mountainous bearded man beside him, "Is, do we go boarding enemy ships, or, do we go straight to the ground?"

The big man beside Draco hefted a massive Mythosaur Power-Axe and laughed. "I'm sure she'll be busy with you once you get back, probably all sad she was mad when you went off to fight." The warrior tucked the small Chaab'kad into a shealth on his side as a secondary weapon and nodded. "Let's hit the ground like a ton of bricks and teach these little kids what its like to fight for real."

Draco hit the man in the chest in jest, the massive being beside him barely registering the strike. "Sounds good. Put Sklor and his shamans on Basilisks and watch the hilarity ensue. Do you think the Alliance would appreciate him using Sith blood magic to conjure up a Hurricane?" He laughed as he made his way through the ready deck, surrounded by Mandalorian Warriors of varying species. In the back of the long row of Basilisks and Drop chutes sat the Eaters of the Dead. The burly alien species, including Rishii, Yuzzem, Wookiees, even the occasional Firrerro like Sklor the Beast Lord sat patiently awaiting being unleashed on their foes. "How's big cousin?" Draco's voice resounded off the deck.

"Grak?" Sklor's eyes got big as the Firrerro cannibal looked up. "Grak is good... Hungry." The shamans around the beast lord began muttering, even those around them started up the chant for the Clan's big cousin in the cargo bay. "Grak. Grak. Grak."

"Good. I want him to make landfall with the first wave. Everyone else ready?" Draco seemed almost happy, finally back in the ready room surrounded by his finest warriors all eager for a fight, and this time, for the first time in a long time, there was a clear cut enemy who was decidedly evil. No doubts they were doing the right thing this time.

"OYA, ALOR!"

The Mandalorian Flotilla dropped out of Hyperspace on the outer edges of the system. Immediately the ships went to full alert, scans activating, and the Warden-class using its sensors to decipher the chaos of five or six unknowns all in the same place. "Galactic Alliance, this is Mandalorian Clans. You rang?" The Jarl said, looking out across the stars at the tiny specks moving about in the void. Some turbolaser fire seemed to be going back and forth already.

Ships and Stuff

Spoiler

CVC Kandosii-Type Dreadnought Drahr
Shaadlar-Type II Corvettes (8)
Ra'gr-class Superiority Fighters (72)
XS-115 "Naast" Mandalorian Missile Boats (36)
Rekali-class Space Superiority Fighters (24)
Kitted with 6 Cannons, 2 Flex-Tube Launchers, 2 Light Repeating Mass Driver Turrets, Bomb Bay (15 Proton Torpedos)
Hecr-class Sentry Fighters (10)
To Vhin-class Electronic Warfare Fighters (10)
Cobra-class Gunships (6)

CVB Bes'drahr-Type Battleship Te'r Diljira
Kitted with Primary Super Heavies/Secondary Vulcans

CVB Bes'drahr-Type Battleship Calyr be Gar
Kitted with Primary Super Heavies/Secondary Vulcans

CVS Warden-class Sentinel Frigate Witch Sight

 

[Alecandria]

It seems that no matter where her path took her, the road was always host to obstacles that proved to challenge her morality. She was a Jedi, not a Sith, but all the same was at the beck and call of the Dark Lord known as Darth Mephirium. To say she was a pawn in the grand scheme of his mastermind would be no less than accurate. With familiar and unfamiliar faces surrounding them, there was no denying the sense of isolation.

The events that had unfolded before the en massed Sith and allies was no less that infuriating. Though it was not her war, her jailer found it within his right and power to make her a part of it. What had begun as a peaceful gathering was now a fight for freedom, justice, and life. Unprovoked, fleets of warships gathered and bore declarations of war. It was not because she had no choice in the matter, it was because the forces opposing those around her had threatened and launched an assault for no viable reason. Many lives would perish on both sides. So too would countless innocents. That was the reason she could not stand idle.

The uttering of her name broke her attention from her clouded and plagued thoughts, and she lowered her head. A hand rose to brush aside unrelenting locks of brunette hair from her face as she drew in a breath, steeling herself for the conflict to come. This was a fight that she would willingly participate. Even if she was a sheep among the wolves.

As her blue eyes locked upon Mephirium's mask, she nodded. "Of course," came the woman's acknowledgement.


Allies: Sith & Allies
Enemies: GA & Allies

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn's small fleet set down at the shield generator. He was most pleased to see friendly forces already dug in. He and his troops unloaded from the confines. He ordered half of them into the trenches and the other half to take up arms atop the freighters. They'd be using the vessels weapons as artillery for this fight.

A scrawny Imperial approached Causstik Rahn and he gripped the man by the shirt, hoisting him high into the air. "Where isss your leader? We come on behalf of Mythosss." The Trandoshan hissed at the man. His beady yellow eyes piercing the imperials own hungrily.

"He-He's by the trenches on the northern front!" The Imperial stammered. Causstik gave him one last appraising look and saw that the man had pissed himself. "Disssgusting whelp!" Causstik tossed the man with ease and he landed with an audible THUD. Nearby Trandoshans laughed at the poor mans misfortune and began calling him worm food.

Causstik made his way to the Northern front and approached [member="Tarok"] with a platoon of Trandoshans. "Greetings human. I bring good tidings. My troops are here to ensure you do not fail," Causstik's tongue tasted the air with a quick flick. He was testing the man. "We are here to help," He growled.

War band
350 troops
[member="Ajira Cardei"]

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

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D U L V O Y I N N
New Jedi Order Forward Base
Allies: Any NJO member who wishes to start here.


The Corellian Jedi's thick bushy grey eyebrows peered at the broadcasted message. It was a priority alert from the Galactic Alliance Defense Force nearby system of Atrisia. The potential involvement of unknown Sith and their fleets at Atrisia and the update that Alliance leadership gave the command to halt the attempted retreat of any known enemy vessel in the area.

"What is going on Knight Qel-Droma?" the question came from Ikei, a Bith padawan working along with her master at the Dulvoyinn New Jedi Order Forward Base. It was more of a centre now. Originally in the wake of the One Sith retreat of Dulvoyinn, the world became a pivotal supply base for the Alliance military on their way towards Coruscant. Now as the years have passed, the base had grown, and with it came the New Jedi Order.

They were assigned to provide humanitarian aid for any of the Deep Core refugees. They also would provide assistance to any nearby system if requested. Much like the situation on Atrisia now.

"Hmm." the man gave a thoughtful noise, thinning his lips. Turning to Ikei, the scarred visage of the thickly bearded man relaxed into a small smile.

"Just an alert. Ikei, please send word to the rest of the Masters. We will be deploying a team of Knights for Atrisia within the half hour."

 

[Sal Katarn]

Planetside

"Well..."

A flutter of wings drew Sal's eyes away from the turbulent skies. Ka sat on a boulder, large talons clicking against the stone. The shrike stared at him accusingly.

"Guess I started a war."

Ka didn't blink.

Sal shrugged. They'd be sendin' him to get killed on some half-baked plan next. Probably to take down the planetary shield generator. He cracked his jaw, glanced at the wreckage of the fella who'd been fighting the woman - who was now engaged in shooting at someone who was literally levitating through the air - and walked away. Back in the direction of his speeder bike.

 

[Ignatius]

Allies: [member="Kruel Zing"],
Enemies: GA & Allies, [member="Ajira Cardei"]
Objective: Nom on Jedi

Looking as we had followed our master to the room, I could watch as everything was quite literally going to hell. It was a time for war. I smiled brightly. Walking forward before the other apprentices began to move, I turned around and looked at the other two. Nodding my head. Understanding that any of us could die at any moment. I accepted them as comrades. I may not like them personally, However, I accepted them as people who I would fight along side with.

Moving past the both of them, I watched as my master shot himself into the air. Using Telekinesis to send himself up, up, and away. The planetary shields were slowly coming up. Starting to go into a trot, I moved past many in the throne room. Moving out the front doors, I began to run. As I was passing many more, I seemed to only run faster. I had learned to become faster in the force. With my strength, I had come to run. Instead of running away, I was charging forward. The force increasing my speed.

Everyone was slow to me. It seemed as though everyone just became sluggish as I sped up to the shield. Coming to slow down, I stopped. Watching as troops were trying to make their way towards the mass of Civilians, and those who are on my side. The troopers began to pour towards us. Drawing upon my blade, I smiled brightly. Watching as the blaster bolts began to be flung to the side from my blade. Racing forward, I slashed a man through his armor with the blade. His body falling to the side.

Watching as my Master in the air was being shot at, I looked down towards where it could be. Not being able to find it, I slashed at another trooper coming a little to close to me. I will support my master. However first, I had to find out where the shooter was coming from.

Maybe something would fall from the sky? You know. Point me in the right direction?

Watching as my master rained down from above, I ran towards the direction. I needed him to find my sister. I will not let him perish.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Throne room to Shield Generator.
Enemies: We shall see
Allies: Sithy people
Objective: Defend the Planetary Shield Generator.
Equipment: In sig.

It seemed things had just took a turn for the worse and Nulgath could feel it deep down inside. The Galactic Alliance was here. Planetary shielding was up and the entirity of atrisia was going to prepare for war. The guy wrenching feeling to escape while he could flooded his mind, this was not his fight. " Shab!" he mutted to himself as he watched the guards march about to battle stations. [member="Darth Mephirium"] and [member="Mythos"] were ready for battle giving orders to the various and specific people of interest. Their very words gave hope of victory. The decaying Epicanthix had no intention of being locked up in a Galactic Alliance cell once either.

This was monkey work to him. This was ridiculous and needed to end. Removing the hood from his light armor Nulgath did his best to frown. " You! Show me where the Planetary shield generator is... and no I dont need an escort show me on your datapad!" Nulgath commanded scaring the poodoo out of a guardsmen just from his sheer physical appearance. The guardsmen complied gladly and was eager enough to give Nulgath the Datapad.

Studying the Datapad the hosted a image of where the planetary shield was located Nulgath could only think one thought. - The message to Mythos was going to have to just be postponed.- Small red eyes traced the route within his mind in till it was crystal clear.

"Cyril, I will be at the shield generator." he said aloud as he directed himself to a hallway. The darkside of the force fluctuated around him, lightning manifested from what seemed to be a transparent layer of energy. The veil of his corruption and power had once again been used for his own gain. It was his addiction. Stepping into the veil the figure that was Nulgath faded into what could be explained as a mirage.

Meanwhile at the Shield generator...
Gaurds and troopers raised a brow as an armored decaying figure walked from a alleyway couple meters away. Raising their weapons the shouted at Nulgath. " Halt! Identify yourself!" the commander ordered. Nulgath did not stop.

" Commander, I am Nulgath. You will be under my command now. Prepare for attack and get this place fortified. The shield must not go down. Your King commands it. " he said calmly looked the soldier up and down. After doubling checking with the Palace the commander nodded in compliance.

" It will be done."

 

[Grace Darkson]

Grace's eyes watched the Dark Lord with a humored look as he gave his speech. As he finished, she pulled the saber from her belt. Giving a dutiful nod to the Sith'ari, she took a single step towards him. "A bit over dramatic, wasn't it, my Lord?"

Of course YOU would think so, Grace. Tessa's voice was still there, still haunting her. She needed release. She needed to find a cure.

She's being disrespectful. She's going to get us killed. The new voice. The Sith who seemed to never leave her head. What did he want now?

Good. It means I can be rid of you.

SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU. Her face scrunched in a moment as she forced her powers into her head, trying to burn out both voices so the could focus. A pause, and a look of peace crossed her face. Silence. She could work.

The blank expression never left her face as she studied the room around her. She would be needed somewhere. She would need to be ready. A frown began to form as she looked around, armored troops and various Sith milling about. She needed to find something to do. Something to keep the pair in her head quiet.

[member="Mythos"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Alecandria"]

 

[Mythos]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1SlBlB5pzU

OOC: (Guys will be posting tomorrow, some of them will at least XD)

The march of the Legions was incredible, it was the weight of the walkers and the pounding of the warriors boots, it shook the ground as they walked. They were not following Mythos' orders, they were following Mephirium, Mythos was the standard that held the legions together.... always ahead and always in the front. Mythos could feel the ground beneath him shake with the planetary defense cannons, Mephirium was right... Atrisia would not fall this day. Not with all these warriors and even the karking El Dorado, a faction of Pirates and warlords that was new in the galaxy came to help. "Master Rhan, your help in this great battle will not be forgotten... Arm yourselves with valor! Shield yourself with bravery! For every head of the enemy you bring me i will offer you a thousand credits!" Mythos said over his comlink, glee in his eyes as every ally in the galaxy and even some new had come to defend Atrisia from the Alliance.

Suddenly... something buzzed in his pocket. A communicator he had separate for a single being in the galaxy. It was Wilo Shultz, Gungan commander and the premier demolition expert in Mythos' beck and call. "Wilo, are you busy?" Mythos said, chuckle escaping his lips. "Depends ma lord, How much you payin?" This time Mythos laughed out loud. "Thousand per body, You in?" Wilo didn't even respond, he just waved from a near by tree. "Wessa way ahead of ya Boss"

Mythos held the comlink and sent out a beacon. A single message with location would reach [member="Cadan Tazi"] and @Thraxis. Expensive folk... but they were worth it. Ruthless killers and good fighters with a taste for good credit... he would have to pay double. "Cadan, Thraxis... If you can read this, you have a mission in Atrisia..bring everything" He did not know if they would answer, it was a dangerous ordeal and they would be exposed but it was worth the call.

The sky...loomed with death, Mythos would see Atrisia to victory this day.
[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Kruel Zing"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]​

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Post: 3
Objective: Protect the Leader of the Dominion
Allies: [member="Tarok"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Darth Malakai"], [member="Enma Jayss"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Darth Praetorias"], [member="Mythos"], [member="Kruel Zing"]
Enemies:[member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Akimoto Yukitoshi"] [member="Lady Shambleau"]

The three Dreadnought-class escorts surged forward to protect the blockade runners. Orbalisk-class boarding shuttles swarmed out from their hangar bays, accompanied by interceptor squadrons from the Fondor's Aegis and the Nebulons. A sizable group headed for Admiral [member="Jagger Fuga"]'s command ship.

Jagger was surrounded by Crusader Class Corvettes and was moving away from the battle and thus the broadside of the Ships were facing the boarding shuttles. This was a bad decision of the Alliance Admiral and as such he was able to have the corvettes be what they were designed as, Anit-Starship. They then shot down the boarding shuttles with ease, but he was still overpowered as they were just large in number. As such a small number of shuttles were able to penetrate the corvettes array of laser fire, and were able to land in the hanger bay of the Star Destroyer.

"Get the Marines to the Hanger Bay, deal with those Alliance Wana-Bees, keep full speed to the Space Station, I don't wana waist time on the Mandos and the Alliance." Jagger still stood atop the bridge and didn't worry about the small force that was about to face his marines. No one had bested his marines in ship combat. "Radio the station that the King wants us to dock with the GA on our rear, pull us in with the tractor beams before they send another volly," He then turned to the crew, "Put all our power into broadside shields and engines, I also want Commander [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] and its ship to pull into the fleet and protect it from bombers."