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

[Soeht]

An Óffer҉ ҉of̧ Powe͜r -͢ A̡ccept̴e͢d​

Once [member="Adas James Malgus"] touched Soeht’s hand, arcs of lightning spewed from the Sith Lord’s arm and enveloped the Prince for a brief moment.

Due to Adas’s haste, a simple seed was planted within the Prince’s mind. As his own power grew, so would the strength Soeht bestowed.

In addition to power, Soeht gave Adas the opportunity to tap into the Sith Lord’s perception of the galaxy. By calling upon Soeht (@Mention), secrets of the Force, the galaxy, and more would be revealed to Adas.

While Soeht failed to verbally explain this, the newly Empowered Prince would be able to instinctively know it.

After just a few seconds, the crimson lightning dissipated. Soeht separated his hand from Adas’s.

“Ít’̀s fi͠n͞i̸s̵hèd͘,” Soeht told Adas.

As Adas and [member="Darth Lykos"] departed, Soeht remained in the center of the chamber. He turned his head toward [member="Nick Sept"] as if expecting more words from the ghost.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Cuvacia System
Allies: [member="Jagger Fuga"], [member="Maizono"], [member="Suravi Teigra"]
Foes: [member="Zaren Bouqi"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Otto Shule"]
Strike Force:

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3 x Katarn-class Boarding shuttles | Orders: Deposit troops safely into engineering bay of Valiant.
24 x Callan-class Fighters | Orders: Escort blastboats; strafe engines of Valiant.
10 x GAT-12 Skipray Blastboats | Orders: Neutralize/destroy engines of Valiant.

To the little strike team moving in to hit the Alliance flagship moved swiftly, as if they were completely oblivious to everything else happening around them. Fighters and attack craft hadn't been deployed to intercept them and a sheet of flak hadn't met their forward advances towards the vessel. It was strange - too strange, but the boarding party welcomed the unexpected moment of reprieve and took the chance to finish last minute double checks and mutter prayers to their gods before they descended into hell.

As they approached, Marcus braced himself and anxiously kept his eyes locked on the countdown indicator.

3...

2...

1...

A maddening thud rocketed his vessel, a thunderous wave resounding through the interior. Had the fifty men inside not been strapped down, dozens of men would've been tossed about like ragdolls. But the thud soon faded away before being replaced by the staticky garble that plasma torches produced. Searing blue flame shone from the front of the vessel as a circle, two meters in diameter, was carved out of the hull. The boarding party had already mobilized in all three impacting ships, synchronizing their entries.

As the plasma torches finished their work, the circle of steaming durasteel dropped back into the ship. Instantly, grenades were fired into their entryways. The grenades rolled around the inside of the engineering bay before releasing clouds upon clouds of toxic gas.

A pause.

Then they attacked. The mercenaries, equipped with either breath masks or their own hermetically sealed armors, charged into the ship. Marcus snarled and darted inside, leveling his submachine gun before cutting down a pair of vomiting crewmembers.

As for the rest of the strike force, they'd peeled off towards the aft of the Valiant. The blastboats unloaded all of their ordnance. Their ion cannons paved way through the shields for incoming proton torpedoes and concussion missiles. Dozens of rockets spiraled towards the engines and their estimated power sources while the fighter craft littered the area with laser fire.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Break"],

"Oh hey, Break."

The droid waved to the other machine who was currently aiming his plasma gun and powering it up with the resonating mechanical whine,

"How have you been? I see you recovered after the whole me beating you into submission with your own limbs thing."

HK quipped as he took a defensive stance, reminiscing about their last meeting during one of the Galactic tournaments, pulling back on the lever behind his revolver's chamber it spun with a soft whirr, reloading it before the droid rolled to the side, dodging any attacks that could be thrown his way,

"You should stop by my place sometimes, we have this free droid army going, all composed from volunteer droid refugees."


[member="Elpsis Elaris"],

"Hey kiddo."

Was all she would get from the droid as he slid in front of [member="Spencer Varanin"], large Phrik claws extending from his feet and digging into the ground, anchoring him, for he saw the movements of [member="The Gray Assassin"] as he spoke to Break and recognized them as somatic components of dark sided sorcery through the analysis by his sensors and trackers. Protecting Spencer was his goal, he made sure she knew that by calling out to her,

"I have got your back, boo!"

Before he repeated an incantation of his own in the face of Gray's onslaught,

When he raised his head once more, his face was obscured by a veil of black fog not dissimilar to that which had rolled across the streets just moments before. Two bright purple lights could be seen shining behind the smoky veil, adding a small bit of feature to the void-like darkness.

The droid raised his saber and re-planted his feet, taking a traditional Soresu stance as he spun his revolver on his finger, although he had half the mind to just shoot at Grey before he finished his ritual, and holstered it with a flail, taking out the Sigil of Hope instead.

"You cannot pass."

He brought his hands together as if in prayer, channeling the energy through his body like a conduit. His hands moved in slow intricate patterns as he prepared what looked to be some form of spell.

The aura of the Light Side spread around the droid from his lightsaber, standing between Grey and Spencer as her protector, a mass of Force-absent Phrik body and a collection of Light-Side imbued artifacts to act as a defiant wall against Grey's ancient and dark magic. The droid took the Sigil of Hope and pressed the crystal against the pure white blade, the imbued lightsaber had a curious property when it came to the Sigils of Hope, it could activate with its touch, using them to form a light-sided barrier and act as a battery for others to drawn on, should they be servants of Light.

"I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Solari. You cannot pass."

A wave of dark energy pulsed outwards like a ripple in the fabric of reality. The sickening blast would pass over his allies without harm, but upon contact with his enemies they would be blasted backwards as if though hit by a train.

HK held his position, the fortified Light Side aura acting as a barrier between him and Spencer, protecting her from the effects of the blast, or at least weakening them so that she would not be hit with its full blast. Shards of the streets hit the machine like shrapnel, pieces of asphalt smashing against him. He spun and twirled his white lightsaber, swatting what he could aside with the strong magnetic blade, his body giving out a metal grunt after what he could not hit collided with him, smashing up against his armor, battering it, but he stood strong. He was pushed back, although he remained on the ground, his claws digging in trenches, cuts, in the surface of the road. Grey could not push the droid directly, but he could use other objects to push, so any blast the droid would experience was from the debris hitting him, as such its effect would probably be the weakest on him.

"The dark sorcery will not avail you, flame of Korriban. Go back to the Shadow!"

An inky darkness would pool in his hands, some of the excess energy dripping to the pavement at his feet. He cast his hands forwards, and smoky black tentacles would erupt outwards towards the two interlopers.

The lightsaber droid wielded was set in a permanent training mode. It could not cut or sear the flesh, it had a much different property. The Sliver Of Light as HK called it was a blade of plasma imbued with concentrated positive Light Side energy, usually it was not that useful, unless one was dealing with Force Wounds, Force Vampires, or constructs made entirely out of the dark side, like for example shadow magic, or in this case, Odojinya sorcery.

As the tentacle came flying towards Spencer HK stepped aside to force himself in its path, his elbows snapping quickly as he performed a precise Soresu parry, the white blade meeting the black inky tentacle with a flash, Darkness against Light, the blade interfering if not outright dispersing the spell, augmented by the defensive properties of the Sigil of Hope used alongside it. Besides even if the tentacle would pass through the Light Side imbued lightsaber, would it not be negated if it would hit a Force absent being? It would, after all, be just like pushing a rope through a hole.

"You cannot pass."

An ancient droid claimed in defiance of a Sith Lord. That's right, two Iron Gandalf moments for the price of one.


The machine glanced back to Spencer,

"By the way, this might be a bad moment for this, but I just wanted to say that I am very thankful for you coming to help us."

He looked to [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], [member="Adele Adonai"], and Elpsis Elaris,

"And I am thankful that we get to spend more time together."

Then he focused on Grey, Break, and [member="Rapax"] if he was still standing,

"I am also thankful for you providing us with a worthy fight."

The droid nodded before turning his attention back to the things at hand, sorcery and all of that,

"But most of all, I am thankful that I kept these old relics around and my Phrik body makes me immortal."

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[member="Thraxis"] caught Desmond completely off guard and cold clocked him. He full to the ground with a THUD and lay their for a few moments. Why I outta! Des thought then knew he outta nothing. He was a coward best made for running away. Thraxis told Des he'd be flying which was perfectly fine with the Chiss. He had no intentions of letting the Zeltron behind the wheel. They loaded up into the hunk of junk that was The Krayt Dragon's Pearl and blasted off into hyperspace.

"Don't know if you heard, but Causstiks fighting on Artisia. I'm putting together a team to go help 'im out," The Chiss said to the Zeltron. The first stop was Mandalor. To pick up a particularly feisty mean lean Mandalorian fightin' machine named [member="Kami Meran"]. They banked into the planets atmosphere and flew into one of the desolate worlds biome's. Des walked the length of the small town in search of the woman. Then he remembered exactly where to look. A forge. "If Kami's anywhere it'll be at her forge," Des said to Thraxis. They walked into the smithing district and soon found the weasel faced rascal. She was busy banging away on some huge peace of super heated metal.

"Hiya kitten, I know this may be kinda bad time, but our bud Causstik is in trouble and he needs help. You in?" As Des waited for the womans reply he spotted another familiar face.

"Is that... LARK! IT IS YOU! HEYA BUDDY! How y'a been?" The odds of running into Lark where minuscule. The man struck Des as a shady drifter. Apparently his travels had taught him a thing or two as the man was deadly with a knife. Not to mention this feeling of impending doom Des got every time he was around the man. Now the chances of running into both Kami and [member="Lark"] on the same planet? Well the only logical explanation was that higher powers were at work here. ALIENS! Des thought to himself. Only thing that makes sense!

"So don't know if you heard pal, but I may have another job for you. Wanna tag along?" Des stared at Lark, waiting for the mans reply.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Engaging the Palace.
[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Mephirium"] @Ralph Thule [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Akuma"] @Whoever else

The Spearhead of Mandalorians used the Army of the Risen, the codename given to the droid controlled bodies of the dead to assault whatever was there. At this point numbers were a bad idea to get too involved in, considering the size and complexity of the battle. Being bodies, they were a terror weapon. Being bodies that could be decapitated, limbs blown off, chest perforated with slugs and blasters, and continue on like mindless monsters, they were good at absorbing ammunition and attention. Ion weapons worked well on them, but as this was literally the first conflict in which the Mindshackle scarabs were used, that was unlike to be seen in heavy use. Also disabling the spine just above the shoulder blades was a good way to get the little scarab to dig itself out and go find a new host. They were a good distraction.

Mandalorian kill teams using wrist missiles, laser reflective, self-repairng basilisk war droids were equally distracting, the big droids being angrily hard to put down, but not impossible. They were just built to be an absolute pain, literally a pain when e-web bolts reflected off their armor plates. Vibro-claws and tails swiped like giant metal bears, shockwave generators, pulse wave cannons, missiles. They were fun to dive bomb into a squad of stormtroopers with. Even the Cult of the Eaters of the Dead were similarly a distraction, fueled with Dark power to enhance their physical capabilities beyond that of a man and crazed in bloodlust, riding Basilisks, they were in the end, a means to an end. To occupy the chaff with things more dangerous than a storm trooper.

"Alright, conserve your strength, and let me know if you need a boost." Draco grinned behind his mask. So far he had conserved his reservoir of Force energy, keeping himself held back to the limits of his body. If he needed a burst of speed he could have it, if he needed a short boost in strength, he could have it. But it was time for the long haul and that required some resource management on his part. "I can help in a lot of ways, but I'm limited that I need to be touching you to do so." He shrugged. "Its a weakness, but I have other strengths. Hang on tight." Draco's mind fixated on getting to the source, and cutting the head from the snake. Without the head, the rest would wither and die. Already there had been some killed and likely the remnants would either flee or do something stupid without guidance.

The small group of basilisks and Mandalorians angled upwards towards the upper levels of the palace and hit the SLAM drives, accelerating dangerously towards the top of the building. Draco gripped his companion's leg to steady his mind about her falling off the droid as the guns barked out, smashing into duracrete and glass until the group of droids and warriors dove through it, near the crash from the falling Alliance ship. "You alright back there?" He asked, a slight smirk on his face behind the visor as dust settled over him.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Looking at the planet Atrisia
Enemies: Sith
Allies: [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Objective: land, find survivors, and live...

Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
​

If the Ambassador held any reservation about what Faith had told her especially about the monsters she was kind enough not to show it, yet kark even Faith thought everyone on the ground was under the influence of something. Monsters. Really. She knew she had to get info from Draco to be more effective, "Ambassador I do have someone on the ground that perhaps we can get further details from to pass to you and your staff.""What is going on, I would say that if I were to hazard a guess that there are powerful force users on Atrisia. That is a guess not a known fact.

Captain Lindsey took the hint and immediately went over to look for the Prince Consort frequency and began to send a message to him to see if there was anything they could tell them //message to Alor Vereen, - We are in contact with a GA representative. Have informed them of the dangers faced on the planet. Do you have anything to add that we can pass along? Captain Lindsey//end There was guarantee of a reply.

Faith nodded as each bit of information was given to her about the Alliance resources to help the Atrisians. "That would be most helpful Ambassador to have a ground contact. I also as soon as I learn anything else will pass to you, and you can share as you see fit."

There was a small break in the storm and there was a mad dash to get to the surface, the pilot turned, "We have an opening" Faith nodded, they would try it, they would let the military ships go first though and then they would make their attempt.

"Ambassador I hope there is something left of Atrisia when this is all done. Meantime we have our opening, we going to try to get to the surface. You should hear from me soon." Faith stood still as the ship began to move, she would see if the Ambassador had anything else to share and if not, ok.

She looked down at her comm she should tell Draco something.

encrypt//Draha - you know the right things to say to me when I'm angry. We can discuss the droids. You need to be careful we have a deal remember, your socks do stink cyar'ika. I love you don't get killed, can you tell me anything about what's happening down there. Faith//

More waiting, be sure..be very sure she thought of what you do from here there are little ones who need you, and a planet so don't do something stupid like get killed. She closed her eyes and prayed god how she missed her brother Theo right now.

 

[Lyth Meran]

it wasn't Kami but her sister Lyth who Answered the young man [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
" Take a number and wait yer turn. Kami's kinda preoccupied at the moment. " the tiny cyborg fairy said floating on her robotic wings.
"Not that i expect you to care you lot never do.. who the hell are you anyway?"

 

[Nate Phantoms]

"Never had plans to," reaching up he flipped a few switches, most in correlation with the evasive maneuver he had just done to avoid a long tentacle from the space monster. Looking through the veiwport, he would weave them around a few tentacles, all coming much too close for comfort.

Upon seeing the reddish bubble engulf him, he would glance back at [member="Joza Perl"], a little surprised, as the feeling that had suddenly imbued itself within him was not happiness. Encountering some more tentacles, he would send them speeding through a brief opening in the onslaught of long tentacle strikes, that was until one came out the legitimate blue and gave their craft a high five. They banked heavily, warnings going off immediately.

"Damn bugs... always causing shït." Trying to regain control of their descent, he would manage to enter the planets atmosphere where Joza had told dim to, which in turn only sent their rapid fall into overdrive. "Argh... I suggest holding onto something, that thing took out our main stabilizer," Gritting his teeth, he would see flashes of lightning through the blackness, their ship getting battered around. Pulling back on the controls, they would at least straighten out, now on a clear path to ground, if the storm didn't smash them. The bubble she had made kept the bulk of the debris swirling around in the dark clouds away, but the turbulence news killer, literally.

Pushing through, the altitude sensor went crazy, the storm interfering, hence ridding him of his only asset in the storm other than Joza. Finally, it parted for the briefest moment, the battleground visible. [member="HK-36"] and the Sith nearby could be made out, and so could the rapidly approaching bank that they were streamlining into. "Feth!" Pulling back sharply, they would make impact, the bottom of the dropship tearing a gash in the earth, starboard would be completely destroyed, their wing being torn and the hull being bashed. The inside wouldn't be much better, sparks flew, the faint glow from the view port illuminating the cabin.

Groaning, he would push himself off the dashboard, a sharp pain searing through his torso. Looking down, his breath would hitch as he saw the meter long shard of metal protruding from the small gap between his chest plate and shoulder. Inhaling quickly, he would think, then it came to him; What about his pink cargo? Grunting, he rose gingerly, steeping out behind the pilots seat. Gripping the metal, he took a few deep breaths, before wrenching the piece out of him, biting his tongue to keep from screaming as the wound slowly closed, now just a patch of visible flesh. "Joza...?"

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Edge of Atrisia System
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Vilin"]
Enemies: None

Trailing quickly behind Aela, Jamie followed. Down the ramp and through the main hangar of the massive capital ship the likes of which she had never stepped foot on. It was absolutely astonishing the sheer magnitude of the vessel's size. There were thousands upon thousands of people aboard, each fulfilling their own unique duty with diligence. Several times the young blonde nearly stumbled into a group of soldiers due to her lack of attention spent looking where she was going instead of around her. While Aela demanded that the two be escorted to the bridge to see the commanding officer Jamie continued to remain silent, wandering along beside her master as her eyes took in each and every corridor, hallway, and room with an open door as they passed.

Several turbolifts later and the pair would come to a set of rather large durasteel blast doors. The man keyed in a series of codes and back the doors would slide, revealing the most incredible hive of uniformed men and women working at their respective stations along the inner and outer walls, while the bridge itself overlooked the vastness of space through a massive transparisteel window. It was simply breathtaking for Jamie to see something so marvelous.

Presumably the man at the helm was the one who had requested they join him, though Jamie couldn't be entirely certain, and would forego any words unless Aela had requested her to speak.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Malakai rushed to the front lines, pulling his lightsaber from his hip as he did. He watched as the soldiers of the 501st clashed with creature's tasked onto them by the Mandalorians. "Mandalorian dogs..." He reached out with the force, commanding his soldiers to part way for him to the front. As he moved between them his lightsaber came to life, a swift twirl of the blade was given before the Sith rushed forward, bringing his lightsaber out in a wide sweep to the enemies front lines. His blade found home, severing the heads of three of the dead. These creature's were far different than any Malakai had ever fought with before, but they used the force in a way that was unrefined and barbaric.

They stood in the middle of a street, their main path filled with the dead, nothing but building's to their flanks and Malakai knew they would need to make use of them. "I want one squad in each of the adjacent buildings, take the rooftops and provide cover!" The men moved out quickly, breaching the front door's to the building's before making their way through them. Malakai returned his mind to combat, he turned sharply on his left heel, swinging his lightsaber around, decapitating another of the abominations.

The 501st made short work of the rest of the creature's in that area, they continued down the road until they re-linked with [member="Causstik Rahn"]. Malakai saw the Trandosian and deactivated his lightsaber. As he approached the Trandosian he noticed the creature was covered in all manner of gore. With nothing else to be said he activated his comm to the rest of the soldiers. "Commanders, begin moving squads to the rooftops, the Mandalorians are outfitted with jettroopers."

There was little hesitation as the soldiers moved to their task, taking control of the rooftops surrounding the palace. Malakai reactivated his lightsaber before gesturing down the road. "Let's move."

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Atrisia
[member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Alecandria"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Reverance"]

What was she doing here? She had no stake in this war. Neither enemies nor allies- she stepped back, watching and listening as they spoke, and wisdom was found and cast aside and found again, as challenges crept across the landscape in waves of rising malice. Emerald gaze swept across Mephirium and Alecandria, moving then to the newcomer, the one who called this one 'brother'.

There was too much at stake for these people. Too much that did not allow them to pull back- She understood, even as she could not fight with them. They couldn't hear Atrisia, as the planet itself wailed. But even if they could, she didn't think their path would be any different. She had a hope, however, that if she could somehow find a way to bring the other side to the table, that these people would listen. They were not blood thirsty, they were not evil.

But that didn't change the blood shed that was waiting for them.

The Force was waiting for her, as it always did, and she reached out. She couldn't fight with them, but if she could find someone to speak to, someone who would listen and could act on behalf of the opposing side, perhaps they wouldn't need to either.

Bethany wasn't naïve. She knew that war was a never ending cycle- waging death upon death was the way of the living in all corners of the galaxy. Few races and creeds eschewed it, and even those that did still had violence in their past. She had no illusions about the nature of peace.

She had to try nonetheless.

She winced as her attention stretched out beyond the small circle near her. These strange, bold, insistent strangers. She didn't envy them. But they had a connection to this world, to each other, that she had given up half a millennia ago. It surprised her to find an ache in the pit of her being- it surprised her to remember what it had meant, to fight for those you loved and who in turn, loved you.

Bethany admired them. Perhaps she could help keep them alive.

Stretching out through the Force however, her heart sank further. The threads that wove events here together were tangled, stretched and taut and raw. While the initial battle might have started as a war between two sides, what this had devolved in to was far more complicated than that. Even she couldn't follow the convoluted trails through the violence to find someone with the authority to broker a peace. Not because no such person existed- but because even if she did manage to convince them, there was no stopping this by the power of only a handful of people.

Much like the Force Storm Mephirium had unleashed, this war had grown a soul of it's own. And it was hungry.

Very slowly, Bethany sat. Right there in the middle of everything. She ignored the people closest to her- for the moment, she had to. Breathing in deeply, slowly, she closed her eyes.

She didn't know if it was possible. Battle melds were not common and those usually functioned only within the ranks of people fighting on the same side- and this was no battle meld, not really. But she reached out the same way she would have- amplifying the soft, gentle impression of slow, deep breaths. Of calm.

She couldn't broker a peace, she understood that now. But she would still try to find those who might be willing and nudge them further in that direction. The sensation rippling out, with the diminutive Jedi Master at it's center, was not a suggestion or a trick. It was simply warmth, calmness, comfort. Peace. It could not change anyone's mind who was intent on destruction and death. But maybe it could influence enough people to think twice, to check their better nature.

She had no idea how far it could reach. Or if it would even change anything. But as always.

She had to try.

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Location - following [member="Adas James Malgus"]
Enemies -
Friends - [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Darth Erebos"]

She had just reached the chamber when the command to sleep whispered softly and lured her into more of a trance than than actual sleep. This for Ren was more like a version of hell within this trance she could feel Adas near by sense him everywhere, but what stood out was the memory of him watching his father die. It was as if she were standing there herself watching, she could feel the pain fully from Adas. She knew there was screaming she looked around within the dream to see who it was, it was her. The sound so shrill it pierced her, and shattered her soul within.

She must have collapsed for when she finally awoke someone was carrying her and she had to fight to get down, she looked at Adas who seemed filled with new purpose new energy. Something had changed she was still shaking off the effects of whatever had happened below the jar'kai were insisting they keep moving she nodded and began to run catching up to her son. She would have to talk with him after all of this...all of this.

By the goddess what was happening everything felt off, everything felt like it was...dying. She stayed as close as she needed in order to balance him against the strength of the axe for it savored death over life. The axe slowly drained away at those around it she stayed away from it for many reasons, there was one particular reason right now and she had not had time to share it with anyone. Now, it was her secret to guard.

She watched as Adas released and focused the power of the axe...feth..she watched the skies, and then she looked out across the lands...what had been so beautiful only hours ago was now.....destroyed. What were they doing to Atrisia?

The shadows moved and once again Darth Lykos appeared from them she nodded her head back to acknowledge his gesture. There were many around now to guide Adas to put him on his chosen path, or his path of destiny. Their son had earned the respect of many this day she could not help but be proud of him. She searched for Mythos around her was he here, was he something she could sense him....talk to him...again her grief needed to wait. She watched and said nothing except the words Adas needed.

"I'm here."

 

[Lark]

Strange occurrences were a norm in Lark's life. He had simply stopped by some forge to have his knife sharpened, it had grown dull due to overuse. He couldn't have guessed that [member="Desmond C'artyom"], a man he had worked with before, would walk in and offer him another job. Lark was normally difficult to catch off guard, but this surprised him. An entire galaxy surrounded them, and they happened to come face to face? Strange occurrences indeed.

But although Lark did not jump at the opportunity of a job offer, something he overheard when he spoke to the other woman, [member="Kami Meran"], intrigued him. "I'd be happy to," Lark said with a smile.

@Thraxis @Lyth Meran

 

[Ria Misrani]

​

Nuyen City, Shakatu District.
Somewhere beneath 42nd Avenue and Ilolio Street.

A scoundrel came upon an electrical substation that connected much of Nuyen City's metrolines, and while Nuyen had been in the process of phasing out the underground rail in favor of the skytrains. Many of the electrical substations laid intact with complete connections to major cities such as Jar'Kai and Tching.

When Nuyen's underground metro first started the city relied on its neighbors for power. Going as far as to connect Jar'Kai with Nuyen's underground. Ria Misrani now sits in one of these electrical substations. With time, and effort - the slicer could very well find her way into some of Jar'Kai and perhaps, Atrisia's vital systems...

Spoiler

Allies: [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Ajira Cardei"], @Galactic Alliance
Enemies: N/A | [member="Darth Malakai"] (Potential Enemy)
Objective: Bring the Ground to Space Guns Down

Passive droids and a quiet substation were all that surrounded Ria now. Her mud covered boots left a trail behind her and she didn't seem to care, not now anyway. Atrisia was going to the gutters, magic men and women flung their powers around the already abused planet. And here was the slicer who just wanted to make a quick buck, and for a while - Atrisia was good for it. She paused a moment as she took stock of what was around her. A dull room, the sounds of energy humming through their lines, the droid's motors whirring and all she could think of was EM-4 who still rested in his case, left somewhere between here, Hoth and Naboo. Tucking the thoughts of her probe droid away into the back of her mind the blonde slid into a seat that seemed to fit for at least two people.

The computer was alive and it was monitoring something, electrical power grids most likely. The seats were cold, as if long forgotten but then she noticed a cup of stimcaf. It too was cold, and it meant that she was not alone, her hope was that whoever had been here would not return as she shifted the chair over and looked at the monitoring systems themselves. "Lady Cardei?" She says now properly, no longer did she possess her carefree-inept attitude. Part of the package as it were, when Ria got down to business, she really got to it. "I'm in an electrical substation, not sure how long I have - but I'm going to try to find my way in." Into where she couldn't say for sure. Ria still didn't know what she was looking for, "anything, in particular, you want me to find?"

Her fingers fly across the surface of the keypads, her eyes scan for anything useful. Generators are down throughout Jar'Kai, the ones in Nuyen City were barely holding as it was. Water systems were still active, it seemed, she noted - she had access to local and regional infrastructure systems. With a bit of work she could gain access to planetary systems, for now, she only had read-only access to anything beyond Nuyen, Tching and Jar'Kai. Read, write and administrative privileges within this district of Nuyen, and read-write for things beyond this part of the city. "I still have to get myself full administrative access, not sure how long this is going to take." It sure as heck wasn't some old Techno Empire luchrehulk, or some other random place crawling with Sithspawn with tech as ancient as well... Jorus, she supposed. "Days like this I really miss the Outback," she said to no one in particular except perhaps Lady Cardei.

Gaining access to cameras were easy, accessing control points was another thing. Firewalls, network passwords, those took time and she was without a data spike to speed things along. Ria was on her own, and she was still nervous about the cup of stimcaf, it had an owner and that person would return. She prayed to the Great White Wolf, to Ashira, to the Balance and the Force that whoever it was - was either dead or too concerned with getting the generators back to bother coming back down here.

Worse. They could turn the droids on her, the droids... Ria looked behind her and counted them. Licking her lips she brought up a simple routine command window, she could override the droids main functions to protect her if needed but for now, she didn't have to worry about it - not yet anyway. Still, she kept the window open and tabbed back through to the screens that she needed.

 

[Kami Meran]

" Look im busy. this is like Meditation to me... bnut i do need the cash. so what's the job? " Kami asked semi annoyed.
she still felt weak ans her body ached. not from work from well almost atrophy it wasnt its old self. drugs and medicine had taken it's tole.
she looked at [member="Lark"] and [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
" Sigh ok shoot." she ordered

 

[Reverance]

Location: Orbit, heading towards Atrisia (Jar'kai)
Objective: To assume his mantle, an agent of chaos

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZmv7y_goLk​

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Old habits died in the cold, just like everything else. He had grown accustomed to the nature of purchase, the predilection towards baubles and unique treasures for services and goods. He felt the sting of causality and commonality, so often absent from his former exploits. There was a certain pride in the prejudice he focused towards all and for the life he had lived, he instead found purpose in choosing his enemies. Entirely remiss in his oath to himself and to those he had promised eternal suffering. It was gift worth giving, one he relinquished for far too long. The threshold for those who had earned it would drop on this day, giving all the opportunity for transcendence.

From the depths of space, strategically removed from the view of Atrisian orbit, a hole opened to belch forth a shuttle, likely acquired from contract and unparalleled in various properties. But it wasn't important. Nothing was important and therein lied his purpose. Nothing matter, nothing was sacred, and everything was worthy of his unique branding. And he fixed his view upon the blockade, now scattered in the distance, and the monsters and fights that were being waged. He had vanquished great beasts, bent entire planets to his will, and destroyed them when he was finished. There was nothing new, beneath this sun or the next, and his dreams could easily conjure such grandiose manifestations. This felt turbulent, yet within a frame of normalcy.

Ghastly fingers moved to click on communications across the thermosphere. Noise, screams, commands. All beneath the haze of encryption without a singular notion towards IFF codes. That would suit his purpose as no matter who was involved, he would likely find no alliance here. Setting course for the world below almost entirely unmolested, he pressed upon the dashboard for the HUD to produce something useful. Cities, in a vibrant green, overlayed the real time aerial below. Among all the sounds, the dissonance and disarray, he heard the proclamation of a singular location. Jar'kai.

He imagined it wouldn't be easy to get there, not with the coiling sensation of the force, frolicking upon each vertebrae of his spine. The noise across the communications, that was a sign of things to come. He fixed the nose of the ship towards the outskirts, beyond the most potent impression of power. The world felt tainted, concealed in an impression that was nearly impenetrable to all but the most stalwart. Nevertheless, the ship pushed forward as a thing of metal and iron would.

Finding concealed location to appropriately obscure vision of the ship, he set it down through gales of winds and a sun blocked from sight. Even as he managed to sit the ship down, the power of the winds was nearing pyroclastic and even the filters of the ship couldn't mask the smell of ash and burned pavement. Stepping out of the vehicle, he closed the ramp behind him and left the ship in his wake. To slowly fade from sight, he would mask his presence until the time was right. And the suit of living armor, the escalation of his own limb, that would only work to further that cause. Eye drifted towards the skyline as he moved, determining a suitable point for ingress. Until he was struck by something that felt...terrible.

Stopping in his tracks, an animalistic drive pulled his lips apart to bear teeth. The armor responded to the clench of muscles, squirming against the flesh as only a lover might. To get comfortable, to set in deeply, to truly become one. He felt the backplate move, the pincer crawl up the line of his neck, before setting a proboscis in the jaw line and pulling the skin taut. A half cheshire smile would permenantly fix his visage, so long as this tempermanet stood.

Abashed, the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is...​

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Releasing what hold he might have had on his presence, the sickly evil within permeated from him like oil flowing through water. Throwing away everything that might have diluted it, that might have hidden its true form, he embraced that madness that once conspired within him on the burning plains of Selvaris. While the metalic saber stood at the ready, hidden beneath the flesh, the Chrom-Huun squirmed against his lower back. Reaching down and back, fingers tantilizing barbs for release, the organic saber was freed and found Voxyn hand once more. It was a fit that never changed, never grew. Striding forward, he would find the origin of this hopeful tone.

And snuff it out.

[member="Bethany Kismet"]​

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn turned to see [member="Darth Malakai"] standing before him. The Sith beckoned them to follow and they did. They marched into the streets securing building after building. Forcing the Mandalorian rats from their holes. While a few Mandalorian basilisk had slipped past LAAT gunships, Lord Adas's attacks, and AT-AT fire support. Most would probably have been shot down. While the rest of the 501st and Causstiks troops secured the surrounding buildings and began mopping up the surrounded Mandalorian forces. Causstik and the Sith headed back to the palace. They had unfinished business with Draco and his lackey.

Causstik and the Sith walked the city streets. Explosions shook buildings to the ground as AT-AT's leveled them. Basilisk war droids, LAAT's, and AT-ST's duked it out for aerial control. Men engaged in skirmishes all around them, but the increasing amount of Mandalorian corpses gave a clear idea as to who was winning. It appeared their commander had abandoned them. Instead of choosing to stay and lead Draco opted to go straight for the "Head". But the Mandalorian forgot. Like The Leviathan The Dominion had many heads. Causstik and his Sith friend were hell bent on showing him the error of his ways.

They marched the palace steps and passed well guarded check points. Inside all along the halls small firefights rang out as rogue republic troops some how found their way in. Causstik marched through the once grand palace halls, now black with soot and covered with ruble. He walked passed the ancient paintings and tapestries now marred forever. And he stopped for none of it. He had a one track mind and right now it kept saying one thing. Kill Draco Vereen.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Jar'Kai - Atrisia
Firemane Paramilitary
Allies: @Elpsis Elaris, [member="HK-36"], [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: N/A | Soon™

The CorSec Sniper just couldn't leave well enough alone, one supposed. She was always itching for a scrap and now, now she had another reason for being on Atrisia. Admittedly she refused to say the exact reason why, other than she refused to let Elpsis Elaris to go down to the surface alone. Which only meant that Sgt. Kala Mattieu's and Major Lavali Sanjeet came along for the ride. Sgt. Mattieu's had only just left Corellia and gotten a week break before heading down to this mess. Atrisia. Why couldn't they ever go somewhere nice for a change - or at least, somewhere - where there weren't people shooting at them, using force powers against them or you know - just all out wanting to see them all die, still. Symara was a soldier and if she could serve in battle then she would serve in battle...

She secured her armour as she rolled out onto the ground, "Whitherfang to Varactyl, do you copy?" Atrisia was no better than Corellia now, and in some cases, it was worse off than her homeworld. Still, she wasn't here to make commentary on the situation at hand. No, she was here to provide back up. She heard the commlinks open and heard the familiar voice of Kala Matthieus and her squad, Kerrigan's Flame.

"Varactyl here, we're on your six - landing now, where's the Major?"

Major Lavali Sanjeet, veteran of Castameer checked her weapons and replied to Varactyl, "Varactyl this is Vinecat, we roll out on my orders, Halifax have we informed the Mandalorians of our arrival?" She asked and watched as Halifax worked to radio it into the Shukalar. At least that's what Lavali presumed his title to be but then she mostly just called him 'the Mandalorian,' so there was that. This time though, Firemane's troops wouldn't be trudging through the battlefield on foot, no this time - they brought the Yazgids. Firemane was establishing a foothold here, just as they had done on Corellia where they still worked to fully secure their operations there. "First thing's first, we'll need to establish a command post here to get more troops moving," Lavali remarked as she looked at a holographic map of the area.

"You do that, I'm gonna go make sure Elpsis comes home in one piece."

"Fine, you and Varactyl head out toward her position, the rest of you with me," Lavali ordered as she watched as Symara headed out with Sgt. Mattieu's as they got into a few Yazgid's and began to navigate their way through the city. The woman had brought forces similar to the ones she had on Castameer, with a few changes as she added more artillery and withdrew the walkers, along with adding Firemane's newest tank, the Firemaw.

"Major Sanjeet, relaying message to Mandalorians, what do you want me to tell them?" Halifax asked as he looked at the communications device and then to his commanding officer. She gave him a set of hand signals, "Firemane's here and we brought more artillery, just give us the coordinates."

Spoiler

Arriving in Two-Three Posts:

The Lion’s Maw: 500 pt Army.

1 Infantry Company
140 Soldiers
Sentinel Battle Armor
MKII Boltgun
Anti-Force User Grenades


1 Heavy Ordnance Squads
30 Soldiers
ARGH-CBRW-1 “Flamer”
Sentinel Battle Armor
MKII Boltgun


3 Artillery Section
9 SPGs
Thunderer Self Propelled Artillery


1 Tank Support Squadron
9 Heavy Support Tanks
Manticore Support Tank


2 Anti-Air Sections
6 Anti-Air Tanks
Hydra Anti-Air Tanks


1 Assault Tank Section
3 Assault Tanks
Reaver Assault Tank


1 Medium Tank Section
3 Medium Anti-Vehicle Tanks
Firemaw Anti-Vehicle Tank

 

[Ria Misrani]

(double post, ignore)

 

[Break]

Break rolled his eyes as HK mocked his earlier fighting capabilities. Break at that point in time was nowhere near ready for hand to hand combat. However training and preparation were on Breaks side now.
Break watched as the HK droid rolled for apparently no reason and quoted his favorite movie
"Star lord of the Space Rings"
Break was thankful that the long post was enough to make him laugh and thankful for a good sport of an opponent.

Break Launched himself passed HK with a powerful leap aiming to outspeed the old droid. Break and HK were evenly matched in the strength department and both were made of hard materials (admittedly Phrik was the harder of the 2).
But all droids were weak at their joints. Even an old HK made of Phrik.
Landing behind HK Break fired his cannon a charged shot at the HK'S head hopefully to hit the optical sensors. Break knew that those were a weak point as Phrik couldn't be used as components for an HK's eyes. And quickly threw down a particle shield around himself as he charged another ball of plasma