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The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)
- Thread starter Sieb Tevv
- Start date
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- rebellion
Desmond C'artyom
Space Jockey
Desmond was surprised at how easily it was to convince [member="Lark"] to assist, but then again the man would always remain a mystery to Des. As for Kami. It was obvious his natural charms and guile weren't working on her. In fact she appeared sick. A shell of her former self.
"Ahem, Miss Meran what if I told you, you will be paid very well and their are sorcerers on this world whom. If you assisted, could heal your beautiful body to its once vulumptious state,"
Desmond waited for the womans response. He tapped a few buttons on his wrist pad and his ship readied automatically. Hopefully it didn't wake the drunken [member="Thraxis"] still sleeping off one mad hang over.
[member="Kami Meran"]
"Ahem, Miss Meran what if I told you, you will be paid very well and their are sorcerers on this world whom. If you assisted, could heal your beautiful body to its once vulumptious state,"
Desmond waited for the womans response. He tapped a few buttons on his wrist pad and his ship readied automatically. Hopefully it didn't wake the drunken [member="Thraxis"] still sleeping off one mad hang over.
[member="Kami Meran"]
Kami Meran
I am the sapper
" Vol.. what? look you are giving me a headache. im as flat as a anvel i was before this. just shut up and get to the point before i politely ask my sister Lyth there to kill both of you just to put an end to my migraine. " she partially joked. Snatching the Blade from [member="Lark"] " Jes. you need to take better care of these. knives are not just pointy stabby things. sigh take these i have better ones." she tossed to knives to Lark then looked to [member="Desmond C'artyom"] " So? let me guess you want me to fight your stupid battle?"
Desmond C'artyom
Space Jockey
"Yes, you will be well payed and if you want they can still heal you," [member="Kami Meran"]
Kami Meran
I am the sapper
Kami looked exhausted at [member="Desmond C'artyom"] " 5 million. i'll supply firepower. a few droids too and crush that little insurgence my intell informs me. about. " she offered " in return you keep those bloody lechers away from me and you don't call me voluptuous again got it? " she said popping a few pills. looking just tired.
She held down her stomach trying to maintain an image.
She held down her stomach trying to maintain an image.
Desmond C'artyom
Space Jockey
The heat from the forge was really starting to get to Des. The girl drove a hard bargain, he'd give her that much. Causstik had the money, but some of it would probably come out of Des's cut. The Chiss spit in his hand and offered it to Kami. "You got a deal [member="Kami Meran"], you wanna hop in my ship or do you have your own?" Des imagined Lark had already boarded The Krayt Dragon's Pearl, so now all that was left to do was clear this up.
Kami Meran
I am the sapper
" I have more than a ship. i have war on wings. " ok this guy was a bad negotiator he didn't even haggle .behind the helmet Kami smiled.
" i transmitted a list to you enjoy the toys [member="Desmond C'artyom"]."
and with tas the keyed for her Tal Gunship to lock in to her location.
" i transmitted a list to you enjoy the toys [member="Desmond C'artyom"]."
and with tas the keyed for her Tal Gunship to lock in to her location.
Adas James Malgus
The Kid
The first blast Adas let rip flew way off mark and hit a mandalorian of no consequence. Adas cursed under his breath while locking eyes with the mandalorian Rekali ship one more time. "I can barely aim this thing!" He screamed, noticing that his rage grew after he used the talisman. That was the ability of the rage inside the talisman every shot that he took would grew stronger and stronger but harder to control. [member="Darth Lykos"] spoke to him, laying upon him the blessings of the Iridonian gods of death, combat and blood. His eyes narrowed as he took aim again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4PM44Xg7YM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4PM44Xg7YM
Her voice said to him, granting him more focus and control over his own actions and the battle.Serena Bouie said:
"As am i My son"
The storm above him cracked and shook. Above the sky he saw the image of an all too familiar man with eyes of yellow flame. "Focus, you can do this my son, I am here with you..." Lightning cracked above him when he heard those words. Mythos could not manifest himself when he was the storm, he alone embodied the storm now that his other Sith Lords confronted Spencer.
Adas nodded, drawing again upon the power of the axe of Adas and [member="Soeht"] to release another blast, this time however the power of Soeht granted him insight and knowledge as well as a boost in power. With this knowledge Adas was able to focus on the force better than he normally would and control it much better as well, this basic knowledge of the force in the hands of a novice like Adas was a magnificent addition to a battle like this. One more time he took aim at the Mandalorian ship, his eyes shined and the mark of [member="Soeht"] one again pulsed hard in his back as he let go of yet another Force blast aimed directly at the ships. His mother and father at both his shoulders, one in the physical world and the other being the storm that sheltered him from the galaxy that was coming down. They would not enter the throne room.... not while they held the line at the palace gates. He heard the Samael begin to rip and the graug thumping mortar assault was so close it annoyed his ears. Damn those things were loud.
This would be where he made his stand
[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Soeht"] [member="Break"]
Atrisia
Sieb's wide, black eyes turned to stare out the viewport at the beast from beyond. He had no idea what to make of the creature, save one simple thought: shoot it.
"Helm, bring us around and head for that thing."
"Sir?"
"The one with the tentacles."
"Oh, right."
Slowly, the remnants of Task Force Fondor limped their way through space to come to the aid of Commodore [member="Zark"]'s decimated ships. When they reached missile range Karfeddion's Tears belched forth heavy warheads. The other ships still living couldn't mount much from this range. They needed to close the distance, but the beast's appendages made it a dangerous proposition.
Task Force - Fondor
"First in Line."
2150m
Dreadnought-class Mk III Escort Cruiser:
ANS Karfeddion's Tears
Nebulon-L Multirole Frigates:
ANS Prayer of the Refugee, ANS Rebel Yell
Protectorate Blockade Runner:
ANS Humilitas
GR-90E Transport:
ANS Enigma
Sieb's wide, black eyes turned to stare out the viewport at the beast from beyond. He had no idea what to make of the creature, save one simple thought: shoot it.
"Helm, bring us around and head for that thing."
"Sir?"
"The one with the tentacles."
"Oh, right."
Slowly, the remnants of Task Force Fondor limped their way through space to come to the aid of Commodore [member="Zark"]'s decimated ships. When they reached missile range Karfeddion's Tears belched forth heavy warheads. The other ships still living couldn't mount much from this range. They needed to close the distance, but the beast's appendages made it a dangerous proposition.
Task Force - Fondor
"First in Line."
2150m
Dreadnought-class Mk III Escort Cruiser:
ANS Karfeddion's Tears
Nebulon-L Multirole Frigates:
ANS Prayer of the Refugee, ANS Rebel Yell
Protectorate Blockade Runner:
ANS Humilitas
GR-90E Transport:
ANS Enigma
THE Wookie Jedi
Location: Atrisia
Allies: [member="Kruel Zing"]
Enemies: [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="HK-36"]
Objective;Unsure.
How could the dark defeat the dark? How could trinkets of light function to their absolute next to a person channeling the dark? For a brief time Nulgath thought apon these two questions and theorized the never ending conducting loop that he could bring if he chose to feed from Spencers emotions. The Dark would not defeat the dark & Trinkets of light were mere candles midst the storm, struggling to stay ablaze. This storm, this darkness apon Atrisia had a physical anchor. Whatever his action he would decide quickly due to the draining sensation stabbing at his spiritual form.
Yellow lightning struck the massive storm above slowly and surely affecting it some regions, but not for long. " Do you think your making a difference?" His voice echoed from within the storm over Artisia. The Negative emotions fueling her own draining power gave Nulgath strength and energy. Energy he would use to stabilize the Force Storm just as fast as Spencer could damage it. The superconducting loop had begun.
The skies above roared with with thunder with the single sentence his spectral voiced uttered next.
A statement on Nulgaths behave that was truthful. It was true the massive force storm and darkside power over artisia was born of death. Willing sacrifices in order to gain greater power. The spirits of the dead Sith Lords could only survive as long as the physical anchor could. Naturally, Sacrifice was need but even then it would be for nothing. The storm was getting too violent to control. Even in death Nulgath held ignorance to specific matters and pride.
Allies: [member="Kruel Zing"]
Enemies: [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="HK-36"]
Objective;Unsure.
How could the dark defeat the dark? How could trinkets of light function to their absolute next to a person channeling the dark? For a brief time Nulgath thought apon these two questions and theorized the never ending conducting loop that he could bring if he chose to feed from Spencers emotions. The Dark would not defeat the dark & Trinkets of light were mere candles midst the storm, struggling to stay ablaze. This storm, this darkness apon Atrisia had a physical anchor. Whatever his action he would decide quickly due to the draining sensation stabbing at his spiritual form.
Yellow lightning struck the massive storm above slowly and surely affecting it some regions, but not for long. " Do you think your making a difference?" His voice echoed from within the storm over Artisia. The Negative emotions fueling her own draining power gave Nulgath strength and energy. Energy he would use to stabilize the Force Storm just as fast as Spencer could damage it. The superconducting loop had begun.
The skies above roared with with thunder with the single sentence his spectral voiced uttered next.
A statement on Nulgaths behave that was truthful. It was true the massive force storm and darkside power over artisia was born of death. Willing sacrifices in order to gain greater power. The spirits of the dead Sith Lords could only survive as long as the physical anchor could. Naturally, Sacrifice was need but even then it would be for nothing. The storm was getting too violent to control. Even in death Nulgath held ignorance to specific matters and pride.
Kruel Zing
Well-Known Member
Allies: [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
Enemies: [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="HK-36"]
The jedi… How they sickened Kruel, even when he was no longer bound to a flesh and bone he felt as though he would vomit. Perhaps it was the indigestion from what energy he’d been able to feed upon from Ajira, he sensed it when the woman survived his attack. Once again, the Dashade had been denied a kill and at the same time the jedi intervened with the storm intending to stop it... No, too many Sith had died on this day and not enough jedi. The ships and mundane beings who manned them would never be enough, it would never equal the sacrifice given. It would never be enough, at the end of times even if the entire galaxy itself was devoured the worlds nothing more than husks it would never be enough.
While still a spirit in many ways Kruel and his allies were still far from the ordinary Sith spirits that lay bound to tombs or the artifacts they held in life. They’d given themselves over in an act of self-sacrifice their essences combined and merged with the storm with Mepherium being their anchor to the world. Their power still accessible. The Darth could admit that he wished there had been a different fate, but this had been dictated by the force the deaths of the Sith had been destined since their births. Yet since when did the Sith bow to anyone? Bow to anything? No, Kruel would defy fate this one time. Suddenly there was a burning sensation in the spirit worse than any lightsaber wound. It caught Ambroscus’ attention. He felt it as the storm was drained their power leaving them. How? WHY?! It couldn’t be, the jedi were succeeding.
The strength of the storm was weakening and Kruel cried out his howls of pain echoing through the force. This would not be his end he searched his mind for any way to prolong the Storm. To disrupt the jedi. That’s when he noticed it. He could taste it… The Darkside! It was there, growing stronger… It was radiating from the one who had decided to drain the Storm. There was hope after all. Hope for the Sith… How ironic. Opening himself up to the anger and dark energy [member="Spencer Varanin"] dared channel Kruel fed upon it. The jedi continued to strengthen the woman and that dark miasma became Kruel’s. One who dared use the darkside against another who consumed it. There would be no give in the Storm the energy Spencer tried to strip from it was channeled back into the Storm through Kruel. Even without a physical body there was only so much a spirit could do. Kruel hung on continuing the process of devouring the darkside energy she channeled and the dark emotions she felt. Through this a loop began to form. Energy flowing out and back into the storm at such a rapid pace. “I curse you all to the bowls of the Nether!”
Enemies: [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="HK-36"]
The jedi… How they sickened Kruel, even when he was no longer bound to a flesh and bone he felt as though he would vomit. Perhaps it was the indigestion from what energy he’d been able to feed upon from Ajira, he sensed it when the woman survived his attack. Once again, the Dashade had been denied a kill and at the same time the jedi intervened with the storm intending to stop it... No, too many Sith had died on this day and not enough jedi. The ships and mundane beings who manned them would never be enough, it would never equal the sacrifice given. It would never be enough, at the end of times even if the entire galaxy itself was devoured the worlds nothing more than husks it would never be enough.
While still a spirit in many ways Kruel and his allies were still far from the ordinary Sith spirits that lay bound to tombs or the artifacts they held in life. They’d given themselves over in an act of self-sacrifice their essences combined and merged with the storm with Mepherium being their anchor to the world. Their power still accessible. The Darth could admit that he wished there had been a different fate, but this had been dictated by the force the deaths of the Sith had been destined since their births. Yet since when did the Sith bow to anyone? Bow to anything? No, Kruel would defy fate this one time. Suddenly there was a burning sensation in the spirit worse than any lightsaber wound. It caught Ambroscus’ attention. He felt it as the storm was drained their power leaving them. How? WHY?! It couldn’t be, the jedi were succeeding.
The strength of the storm was weakening and Kruel cried out his howls of pain echoing through the force. This would not be his end he searched his mind for any way to prolong the Storm. To disrupt the jedi. That’s when he noticed it. He could taste it… The Darkside! It was there, growing stronger… It was radiating from the one who had decided to drain the Storm. There was hope after all. Hope for the Sith… How ironic. Opening himself up to the anger and dark energy [member="Spencer Varanin"] dared channel Kruel fed upon it. The jedi continued to strengthen the woman and that dark miasma became Kruel’s. One who dared use the darkside against another who consumed it. There would be no give in the Storm the energy Spencer tried to strip from it was channeled back into the Storm through Kruel. Even without a physical body there was only so much a spirit could do. Kruel hung on continuing the process of devouring the darkside energy she channeled and the dark emotions she felt. Through this a loop began to form. Energy flowing out and back into the storm at such a rapid pace. “I curse you all to the bowls of the Nether!”
A set of eyes opened. A ripple throughout the Storm. What was this? Was this the Netherworld? No, it couldn't be, all those force signatures, all those emotions and living things ... was he trapped within the storm of the Sith's creation? It had to be, it was the only possible explanation. Looking around, the set of eyes saw the blackness of space, the many, many stars, only visible as dots, a shimmering distant spot, he could see the clouds of dark energy, the arcing lightning within them, could see the scattered ships and wreckages all over the system. He could see the planet and its moons, but he could also view the past and the future, not only the past and future of Atrisia, but of many places. There were glimpses and quick gazes into many outcomes, there was death, life, peace, war, destruction, restoration ... he could see all these things ... no, he could feel them as well. It was a curious feeling.
The Sith attempted to move an arm, but he felt none, he attempted to move his leg, but there was none to move. He tried to move or feel any part of his body, yet there was nothing. All he felt was the void, the ships, the dark energies, the past, present, future, even the sensation of three other minds and wills, though impalpable, he could feel them. So many sensations ... too many. It was overwhelming. For a few long moments, he simply drifted, riding out these foreign impressions, feelings and perceptions. It was all so unfamiliar ... so chaotic ... so serene.
Then a new, much stronger sensation. One that unbalanced his perceived serenity. he could feel a tug, something was pulling part of him towards the planet. It was pulling him towards it, slowly diminishing him, tearing away at him, leaving less and less of him in this world with ever passing moment. It was ... frightening. The circumstance of his mortal body having perished was clear to him. The realisation that he was part of the storm had also slowly come to him during the initial moments of his reawakening. It was where he resided now, were he to be consumed by some external force, would he still be able to pass on into the great Chaos? He was not certain, for the first time in his life he didn't know what awaited him or what he could do, there was only fear of what would be next.
Then the storm roared. It was a roar of its own accord. A roar caused by the minds trapped with him inside this storm. They were resisting this fate. With their last actions, they were trying to perpetuate this Storm, causing it to become unstable. He could feel their powers, and by extension, that of the Storm, rise in these moments. It was a struggle for survival, a struggle to keep whatever fate was about to befall them from becoming reality, and Praetorias would join.
At first the incorporeal Sith let the Dark Side of the Force flow through the Storm once more, allowing the efforts of the other Lords trapped here with him increase the Storm's instability to a dangerous point, then, the Sith channeled all the energy of his being, every part of who he was, what he had been, what he had become and what was left of him into the Storm. Every fibre of his being drew the Storm together. A terrible sense of dread filled the space in the Atrisian System. For a while the storm began to shrink into a small sphere of dark power, ridding the Atrisian System of the Force Storm's effects and allowing for an ephemeral moment of peace once it reached a size small enough in space above a mountain range a few kilometres outside Jar'kai. He could feel the strain it put on his existence, and on those of the other Sith. It was slowly tearing at his very essence, he attempted to contain it for a moment longer, yet the outcome was inevitable. He could not hold it for long, to him it seemed like minutes, in reality, it was only a fraction of a second.
Then it happened.
The Storm exploded outward in an incredibly powerful blast.
The shockwave travelled in every direction. The first point of impact was Atrisia's surface. The immense wave of energy wrought destruction and mayhem along the surface. The initial impact zone was nearly obliterated entirely, then, as the weakening wave continued it caused major damage to the cities near it; Skyscrapers were collapsing, buildings were torn apart, some scattered remains of debris being carried by the expanding sphere of dark energy. Along the wave lightning arced and lashed out at the surface of Atrisia, striking individual places at random, causing further destruction. In the emptiness of space ship debris was being catapulted outwards as it rode the surface of the explosion, ships close to the epicentre would be hit by a terrible wave of energy capable of unimaginable destruction, accompanied by similar lightning lashing out into the reaches of space, though as the distance to the epicentre increased, the effects became less and less destructive, damaging, disabling and eventually merely rocking the ships far out into the outskirts of the Atrisian system. On the planet, a similar effect was happening. The further the spherical wave travelled, the lessened its effects were. At its initial point of impact, at a mountain range, it was enough to obliterate everything, leaving a crater, though as it continued to travel its effects weakened. After it reached the first village it was capable of sweeping away every structure in its path when it reached the first outskirts of the city, it was capable of great destruction. The city's centre would have felt lessened, but similar effects if it had not been for the storm of ash and fire created by Darth Vulcanus, which shielded the majority of the city's centre, though some of the destructive power would not even be stopped by those ashes, causing some destruction inside the centre as well. Past the centre of the city, the damage amped up again, as there were no ashes to protect the buildings, wreaking havoc amongst the city's structures, leaving them in ruin.
The surface around the initial point of impact had turned into a destroyed wasteland, the outskirts of Jar'kai looked as if they had been bombarded for a prolonged amount of time, then, as one neared the centre, the destruction became less and less, more akin to the effects of a whirlwind than the absolute destructive powers of an explosion of Dark Side energies. Past the centre, however, it turned into the remnants of a bombardment once more, however, albeit a weaker and shorter one.
@Everyone in the Atrisian System
The Sith attempted to move an arm, but he felt none, he attempted to move his leg, but there was none to move. He tried to move or feel any part of his body, yet there was nothing. All he felt was the void, the ships, the dark energies, the past, present, future, even the sensation of three other minds and wills, though impalpable, he could feel them. So many sensations ... too many. It was overwhelming. For a few long moments, he simply drifted, riding out these foreign impressions, feelings and perceptions. It was all so unfamiliar ... so chaotic ... so serene.
Then a new, much stronger sensation. One that unbalanced his perceived serenity. he could feel a tug, something was pulling part of him towards the planet. It was pulling him towards it, slowly diminishing him, tearing away at him, leaving less and less of him in this world with ever passing moment. It was ... frightening. The circumstance of his mortal body having perished was clear to him. The realisation that he was part of the storm had also slowly come to him during the initial moments of his reawakening. It was where he resided now, were he to be consumed by some external force, would he still be able to pass on into the great Chaos? He was not certain, for the first time in his life he didn't know what awaited him or what he could do, there was only fear of what would be next.
Then the storm roared. It was a roar of its own accord. A roar caused by the minds trapped with him inside this storm. They were resisting this fate. With their last actions, they were trying to perpetuate this Storm, causing it to become unstable. He could feel their powers, and by extension, that of the Storm, rise in these moments. It was a struggle for survival, a struggle to keep whatever fate was about to befall them from becoming reality, and Praetorias would join.
At first the incorporeal Sith let the Dark Side of the Force flow through the Storm once more, allowing the efforts of the other Lords trapped here with him increase the Storm's instability to a dangerous point, then, the Sith channeled all the energy of his being, every part of who he was, what he had been, what he had become and what was left of him into the Storm. Every fibre of his being drew the Storm together. A terrible sense of dread filled the space in the Atrisian System. For a while the storm began to shrink into a small sphere of dark power, ridding the Atrisian System of the Force Storm's effects and allowing for an ephemeral moment of peace once it reached a size small enough in space above a mountain range a few kilometres outside Jar'kai. He could feel the strain it put on his existence, and on those of the other Sith. It was slowly tearing at his very essence, he attempted to contain it for a moment longer, yet the outcome was inevitable. He could not hold it for long, to him it seemed like minutes, in reality, it was only a fraction of a second.
Then it happened.
The Storm exploded outward in an incredibly powerful blast.
The shockwave travelled in every direction. The first point of impact was Atrisia's surface. The immense wave of energy wrought destruction and mayhem along the surface. The initial impact zone was nearly obliterated entirely, then, as the weakening wave continued it caused major damage to the cities near it; Skyscrapers were collapsing, buildings were torn apart, some scattered remains of debris being carried by the expanding sphere of dark energy. Along the wave lightning arced and lashed out at the surface of Atrisia, striking individual places at random, causing further destruction. In the emptiness of space ship debris was being catapulted outwards as it rode the surface of the explosion, ships close to the epicentre would be hit by a terrible wave of energy capable of unimaginable destruction, accompanied by similar lightning lashing out into the reaches of space, though as the distance to the epicentre increased, the effects became less and less destructive, damaging, disabling and eventually merely rocking the ships far out into the outskirts of the Atrisian system. On the planet, a similar effect was happening. The further the spherical wave travelled, the lessened its effects were. At its initial point of impact, at a mountain range, it was enough to obliterate everything, leaving a crater, though as it continued to travel its effects weakened. After it reached the first village it was capable of sweeping away every structure in its path when it reached the first outskirts of the city, it was capable of great destruction. The city's centre would have felt lessened, but similar effects if it had not been for the storm of ash and fire created by Darth Vulcanus, which shielded the majority of the city's centre, though some of the destructive power would not even be stopped by those ashes, causing some destruction inside the centre as well. Past the centre of the city, the damage amped up again, as there were no ashes to protect the buildings, wreaking havoc amongst the city's structures, leaving them in ruin.
The surface around the initial point of impact had turned into a destroyed wasteland, the outskirts of Jar'kai looked as if they had been bombarded for a prolonged amount of time, then, as one neared the centre, the destruction became less and less, more akin to the effects of a whirlwind than the absolute destructive powers of an explosion of Dark Side energies. Past the centre, however, it turned into the remnants of a bombardment once more, however, albeit a weaker and shorter one.
@Everyone in the Atrisian System
Adele Adonai
There is only the Force
Location: Capital city, heading for palace
Enemies: [member="Kruel Zing"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"] | [member="The Gray Assassin"] | [member="Break"] | @Rapex |[member="Mahlzaren of the Swarm"]
Allies: @Adele Adonai |[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="HK-36"] |[member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
TO ALL Allies Nearby: You are steady. You are firm. You have a most powerful ally at your side. The Force.
Amidst the struggle of the chaos around her, fine beads of sweat would form over A'dele's brow where the Circlet of Mind lay. This would normally be more difficult for her. More of a strain. Out there the Darkside of the Force seemed to permeate around her, a drifting miasma of distant whispers and past temptations. Yet the Circlet of the Mind given to her by Jacen was the mental protection that she required to maintain her focus.
Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub.
Her heartbeat was the tempo, it set the pace. It set the mental cogs in motion. That steady thump is what gave her the focus; what made her center herself. Breathe in. Breath out.
Hovering like humming birds, she could feel them all as her mind would continue to open. A growing sphere of awareness of the Galactic Alliance forces, some familiar others not. Beyond Spencer, she felt Jacen, Gabriel, HK-36, Joza Perl, Elpsis Elaris, Nate the Bounty Hunter, and others there to hold the tide of the physical storm. A'dele was able to hone in and focus. Like a rush they all would bloom in her mind. Auras of life within that sea of the Force.
Focus, she told herself. And like a spider spinning a web, she would latch a mental silken thread upon each person. Searing them into memory. One by one. Counting them all. Wider still, she told herself, pushing herself beyond until she felt the others.
Breathe in. Breathe out. She was deep in her meditation of serenity, her focus immaculate. Her form in line. The tiny flutters of her eyes under the thin skin of her lowered lids were the only other movement beyond the steady breath of air into and out of her lungs.
Battle meditation was a key component to their strategy. Adele was here to ensure she could keep as many of the Galactic Alliance and their allies focused and their moral up. She could not afford to falter. She could not afford to fail.
Already they were able to see the fruits of their labors. Overhead within the churning ash clouds, light would filter, the storm would quell. Infused by the power of those who supplied it to her, Spencer Varanin opened her intangible maw and would sup upon those that fed this storm. It mattered not what the Force Ghosts were attempting to do, for in giving up their power to feed the storm they were no match for several of living flesh and bone. One could not feed a storm and protect themselves from the consumption of the Force. Instead, the combined might of the Jedi Masters continued, supporting Spencer as the storm would be harnessed by those of the living. Adele would be their protection. Were she to spread her influence wider, the healer would be able to sense one other flare of life: [member="Bethany Kismet"].
Instead Adele took a deep breath, gave the slightest of trembles. Her concentration peaked, tension drawn taunt as if at the cusp of something more. Energy rose, hovering.
Then A'dele mentally shoved out.
You are steady. You are firm. You have a most powerful ally at your side. The Force.
Phoebus
Member
⎊
Sheer Destruction
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Chapter II: Breathe of Life
Post 2
Allies: Mythos, Allies of Mythos
Enemies: Anyone else
As Phoebus remained idle throughout the entire conflict of the Rebellion of Atrisia, she feared that Mythos had died before he was able to command her in any useful manner. Despite desiring to join into the conflict, Phoebus knew that patience was key in surviving the battle as well as being of use later on. Tapping her fingers impatiently on her commanding console of the CR-92a Assassin-class Corvette Windrunner, she waited for the opportune moment to bypass the blockade with lighting fast speeds and join in the conflict on the ground. Before she could further assess the tactical situation in space, her eyes spread wide open as she felt the effects of the Force storm constricting itself for a split second before exploding outward and destroying everything in its path.
As the aftershocks traveled toward the CR-92a Assassin-class Corvette Windrunner, Phoebus slammed down the blast shields and shouted loudly, "BRACE. PREPARE FOR IMPACT."
Her voice was instantly followed by the entire ship flinging backwards like a toy, spinning in space by immense force of the impact. Her entire shield system was overloaded and the front of the ship was crushed. If not for Phoebus's quick decision to close the blast shields, the command center would have certainly be breached, resulting in her extremely unpleasant death.
Calming her nerves for a few moments, Phoebus rebooted the system completely. Assessing the damage, Phoebus lost her entire sensor array suite, her entire front landing gear leg, and her forward defensive shield projector. There was also heavy damage to the rest of the ship leaving it unfit to receive fire from the enemy, but it would still be able to fly. Thanks to the CR-92a Assassin-class Corvette's stronger hull and shields, it was able to not be completely destroyed.
The ship eventually stabilized into its normal position and Phoebus immediately commanded for the ship to descend onto the planet to look for survivors. Although it maybe be a rough landing without her front landing gear, Phoebus had confidence to getting the ship back into space.
Sheer Destruction
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Chapter II: Breathe of Life
Post 2
Allies: Mythos, Allies of Mythos
Enemies: Anyone else
As Phoebus remained idle throughout the entire conflict of the Rebellion of Atrisia, she feared that Mythos had died before he was able to command her in any useful manner. Despite desiring to join into the conflict, Phoebus knew that patience was key in surviving the battle as well as being of use later on. Tapping her fingers impatiently on her commanding console of the CR-92a Assassin-class Corvette Windrunner, she waited for the opportune moment to bypass the blockade with lighting fast speeds and join in the conflict on the ground. Before she could further assess the tactical situation in space, her eyes spread wide open as she felt the effects of the Force storm constricting itself for a split second before exploding outward and destroying everything in its path.
As the aftershocks traveled toward the CR-92a Assassin-class Corvette Windrunner, Phoebus slammed down the blast shields and shouted loudly, "BRACE. PREPARE FOR IMPACT."
Her voice was instantly followed by the entire ship flinging backwards like a toy, spinning in space by immense force of the impact. Her entire shield system was overloaded and the front of the ship was crushed. If not for Phoebus's quick decision to close the blast shields, the command center would have certainly be breached, resulting in her extremely unpleasant death.
Calming her nerves for a few moments, Phoebus rebooted the system completely. Assessing the damage, Phoebus lost her entire sensor array suite, her entire front landing gear leg, and her forward defensive shield projector. There was also heavy damage to the rest of the ship leaving it unfit to receive fire from the enemy, but it would still be able to fly. Thanks to the CR-92a Assassin-class Corvette's stronger hull and shields, it was able to not be completely destroyed.
The ship eventually stabilized into its normal position and Phoebus immediately commanded for the ship to descend onto the planet to look for survivors. Although it maybe be a rough landing without her front landing gear, Phoebus had confidence to getting the ship back into space.
Lord Commander
Location: The Eye of the Storm
Objective: Annihilate Everything that threatens Atrisia
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybBK3S8WIao
The embrace of the endless ocean was something that in life the Sith Lord of Atrisia knew nothing about, blankness and nothingness surrounded him as he drifted in peace. His consciousness split open feeling the tug and pull of his son and gathering the strength to offer him support and focus. This was easy, it came naturally yet it could not be done for much time. After the boy began launching once again his presence, being so young and so recently in the ocean he could not manifest as a ghost or a presence yet so he dissipated... but then.
Objective: Annihilate Everything that threatens Atrisia
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybBK3S8WIao
The embrace of the endless ocean was something that in life the Sith Lord of Atrisia knew nothing about, blankness and nothingness surrounded him as he drifted in peace. His consciousness split open feeling the tug and pull of his son and gathering the strength to offer him support and focus. This was easy, it came naturally yet it could not be done for much time. After the boy began launching once again his presence, being so young and so recently in the ocean he could not manifest as a ghost or a presence yet so he dissipated... but then.
Mahlzaren of the Swarm said:
His essence was the power of the storm, his power in the force was directly consequential to the storms power and as such when it began to crackle boom Mythos was shocked awake, his essence and his being coming alive inside the cyclone of the force. "I am the Storm..."
His words were not made by anything similar to vocal chords or audible sounds, it was violent expression of the darkside that took form of words heard by those who would listen... by extension those would listen would die. [member="Darth Mephirium"] could not control the storm anymore because he wasn't the storm, he just made it be, but once the essence of Mythos awoke from the blast the power of the storm at some points was directed by his undying will and as a final retaliation to those who came to his world bringing death.
The rifts created by the force at certain points in space became less chaotic and seemed to focus on enemy ships, especially the big ones such as the dreadnaught. With a disgusting and unnatural extension of his undying will and rage, the essence of Mythos within the storm lashed out at the enemies of the Dominion seeking to wipe them out of the system once and for all. He could not keep this up, he was awoken by the explosion and granted a measure of control for a short time but this would not last and he would return to the eye of the storm to become the storm again passively in a short moment... but until that moment came, those who were alive in the Orbit around Atrisia and Space would find that the rifts and chaos of the force storm just became much more focused and intent on obliterating them specifically. Because of the intent nature of the power being unleashed the rifts that were controlled by Mythos' "essence" would look like human hands the size of ships....
And if one was to look really hard, one could almost make out a massive figure made out of force rifts in the eye of the storm.
[member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Kruel Zing"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
Ignatius
A N A R C H Y
Objective, Protect the Throne Room.
Allies: Any of the Dominion forces, [member="Kruel Zing"], [member="Dravis Rosilla"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"],
Enemies, Anyone attacking the throne room. [member="Raph Thule"],
Gear: Tattoo, Katana, Purple Lightsaber, Singlet,
Musical Choice: Courtesy Call - Thousand Foot Krutch
Even a kid knows how to aim a weapon. Coming out towards me. There was no way to directly defend against a sonic blaster, other than a "sonic blast" of my own. I had been a few steps back from the man. Considering the reach with a lightsaber is a well over a meter in length, and I had reeled back from my bash to the head, There was just enough distance for me to react to the man. Doing a little hop to the right side, as the rifle was on my left, his right, to make most of the blast on my left.
Thrusting my hand out, I pushed with the force that I could bring to the table considering I was still halfway in the area of this guys pack, The force push shoving its way into the blast. However, I only weakened it. The blast converging, weaker than what it could have been, on my left arm almost up to my shoulder. I hissed in pain as I could feel my muscles breaking and my skin rippling from the blast. It was a pain that could rival having an arm lost, or being stuck in The Embrace of Pain the Vong had.
I had to not attack towards the man's pack in order to defend myself. With the man already firing a blast at me, and me having to push myself in order to even weaken the blast. I would have to back up. I needed to stay at a distance. With him just taking hits from my lightsaber, I could kill him, but there was a higher chance I could be fatally wounded. More than I already was. Turning off the lightsaber, I flipped backwards. Feeling as the force was slowly flowing back into my veins.
Open hand, and the other clutching the lightsaber, I yanked on the fallen debris, ranging from rocks the size of your finger, to about the size of a person's head to be thrown in a shotgun spread at the man from the left side. If I could stay back, and use the force indirectly upon the man, staying out of the man's force nullification, I might be able to outlast this man. Wait for him to slip up. Just if I could destroy that pack, then this fight would be over.
Allies: Any of the Dominion forces, [member="Kruel Zing"], [member="Dravis Rosilla"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"],
Enemies, Anyone attacking the throne room. [member="Raph Thule"],
Gear: Tattoo, Katana, Purple Lightsaber, Singlet,
Musical Choice: Courtesy Call - Thousand Foot Krutch
Even a kid knows how to aim a weapon. Coming out towards me. There was no way to directly defend against a sonic blaster, other than a "sonic blast" of my own. I had been a few steps back from the man. Considering the reach with a lightsaber is a well over a meter in length, and I had reeled back from my bash to the head, There was just enough distance for me to react to the man. Doing a little hop to the right side, as the rifle was on my left, his right, to make most of the blast on my left.
Thrusting my hand out, I pushed with the force that I could bring to the table considering I was still halfway in the area of this guys pack, The force push shoving its way into the blast. However, I only weakened it. The blast converging, weaker than what it could have been, on my left arm almost up to my shoulder. I hissed in pain as I could feel my muscles breaking and my skin rippling from the blast. It was a pain that could rival having an arm lost, or being stuck in The Embrace of Pain the Vong had.
I had to not attack towards the man's pack in order to defend myself. With the man already firing a blast at me, and me having to push myself in order to even weaken the blast. I would have to back up. I needed to stay at a distance. With him just taking hits from my lightsaber, I could kill him, but there was a higher chance I could be fatally wounded. More than I already was. Turning off the lightsaber, I flipped backwards. Feeling as the force was slowly flowing back into my veins.
Open hand, and the other clutching the lightsaber, I yanked on the fallen debris, ranging from rocks the size of your finger, to about the size of a person's head to be thrown in a shotgun spread at the man from the left side. If I could stay back, and use the force indirectly upon the man, staying out of the man's force nullification, I might be able to outlast this man. Wait for him to slip up. Just if I could destroy that pack, then this fight would be over.
S H A D O W
Location: Outskirts of Jar'Kai
Enemies: Sith Spookies - [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Kruel Zing"][member="Mahlzaren of the Swarm"]
Allies: [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
The warmth that came from Adele’s protection kept her free from the corruption of the freshly deceased Sith Lords. With Adele’s support and Ajira’s strength along with the others around her, Spencer remained safe from the grasp of the ghosts. The Sith seemed to really like ghosts, it was something that was in their canonical history. Spencer remembered stories and studies of these strong beings, but even then they were defeated by the light and those that stood against them. Nothing beat the living, the dead longed to return to it. If they didn’t, then why did resurrection spells exist? The Force belonged to the living and Spencer would continue to use it as long as her heart remained beating. The Droid [member="HK-36"] interception was more than welcomed, she could focus on her original task at hand. If they both survived this, she would have to give him a treat or something...do droids do cantinas?
The Force drain was causing her to enter a loop of sorts. It didn’t seem to be the quickest way to accomplish the results she was looking for. With the power ups she was being fed, she had a slight advantage, but it wasn’t enough to end this quick. A third presence made its appearance, she felt the surge within the force and with that she quickly moved forward. All her force energy, everything she had gathered flowed as a tight webbing against her skin, the armor she wore would act as a conductor and the tutatminis master would sacrifice everything to save those sacrificing everything to help her. She had to tank, like her master before her had done.
Energy expelled from the explosion and Spencer sprinted forward towards the epicenter. As dangerous as this was, the Master had trained her entire life to gain this affinity with the absorption technique. The explosion moved outward and was soon drawn into her with the help of the armor Ashin had created for her. Flesh burned under the metal as the explosion spread across her entire body pulling inward and never going farther - saving those around her from the horrible fate.
Energy had to go somewhere and Spencer couldn’t snuff it inside of her. Focusing on the others around her, their energy and their ties with the light side of the force. Spencer searched within herself finding the light she kept for herself. It was hope and the desire to live. They all wanted to live and they wanted to make sure Atrisia as well survived. Spencer drew upon Adele, Jacen and Gabe along with others that had offered their strength to her. With their light, she expelled the light force energy into the sky towards what was left after the absorbed the explosion and the storm. The light surrounded her, engulfed her as well and a pillar of bright light energy burned through the sky.
Enemies: Sith Spookies - [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Kruel Zing"][member="Mahlzaren of the Swarm"]
Allies: [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
The warmth that came from Adele’s protection kept her free from the corruption of the freshly deceased Sith Lords. With Adele’s support and Ajira’s strength along with the others around her, Spencer remained safe from the grasp of the ghosts. The Sith seemed to really like ghosts, it was something that was in their canonical history. Spencer remembered stories and studies of these strong beings, but even then they were defeated by the light and those that stood against them. Nothing beat the living, the dead longed to return to it. If they didn’t, then why did resurrection spells exist? The Force belonged to the living and Spencer would continue to use it as long as her heart remained beating. The Droid [member="HK-36"] interception was more than welcomed, she could focus on her original task at hand. If they both survived this, she would have to give him a treat or something...do droids do cantinas?
The Force drain was causing her to enter a loop of sorts. It didn’t seem to be the quickest way to accomplish the results she was looking for. With the power ups she was being fed, she had a slight advantage, but it wasn’t enough to end this quick. A third presence made its appearance, she felt the surge within the force and with that she quickly moved forward. All her force energy, everything she had gathered flowed as a tight webbing against her skin, the armor she wore would act as a conductor and the tutatminis master would sacrifice everything to save those sacrificing everything to help her. She had to tank, like her master before her had done.
Energy expelled from the explosion and Spencer sprinted forward towards the epicenter. As dangerous as this was, the Master had trained her entire life to gain this affinity with the absorption technique. The explosion moved outward and was soon drawn into her with the help of the armor Ashin had created for her. Flesh burned under the metal as the explosion spread across her entire body pulling inward and never going farther - saving those around her from the horrible fate.
Energy had to go somewhere and Spencer couldn’t snuff it inside of her. Focusing on the others around her, their energy and their ties with the light side of the force. Spencer searched within herself finding the light she kept for herself. It was hope and the desire to live. They all wanted to live and they wanted to make sure Atrisia as well survived. Spencer drew upon Adele, Jacen and Gabe along with others that had offered their strength to her. With their light, she expelled the light force energy into the sky towards what was left after the absorbed the explosion and the storm. The light surrounded her, engulfed her as well and a pillar of bright light energy burned through the sky.
Arieth zh'Vranthi
Galactic Alliance Ambassador
KHOMM
Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Vessel Sullust Dawn
[member="Faith Organa"]
The more that the royal elaborated on the situation on Atrisia, the more that the Ambassador's face hardened into one of stoic concentration. Both hands went curling around the railing of the holo array table, the woman leaning in as she took in the news. Powerful Force users? Something of this magnitude was incomprensible. Not since the One Sith or the Omega Crisis had anything of this magnitude come to fruition. That all this started due to a suspicion of One Sith suspected of war crimes only seemed to confirm it to be true.
[ Your Majesty, I will make haste to get you a GADF or New Jedi Order representative on the ground. I will make that my priority and contact Commodore [member="Zark"] --]
A voice cut beside her.
"Ma'am we have a broadcast from Commodore Zark. He is requesting all present Galactic Alliance and allied forces within the sector to congregate at his location."
A nod, "Good" turning back to Faith, Areith took a deep breath.
[ I will await your update, your Majesty. In the meantime, may the Force be with you. ]
As soon as the connection would end, Areith knew she had to make this quick. Turning to her comm officer. "Contact Commadore Zark. I need to know who can be a contact on the ground for Faith Organa for any medical aid or evacuations."
In the meantime, she had a meeting to go to.
Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Vessel Sullust Dawn
[member="Faith Organa"]
The more that the royal elaborated on the situation on Atrisia, the more that the Ambassador's face hardened into one of stoic concentration. Both hands went curling around the railing of the holo array table, the woman leaning in as she took in the news. Powerful Force users? Something of this magnitude was incomprensible. Not since the One Sith or the Omega Crisis had anything of this magnitude come to fruition. That all this started due to a suspicion of One Sith suspected of war crimes only seemed to confirm it to be true.
[ Your Majesty, I will make haste to get you a GADF or New Jedi Order representative on the ground. I will make that my priority and contact Commodore [member="Zark"] --]
A voice cut beside her.
"Ma'am we have a broadcast from Commodore Zark. He is requesting all present Galactic Alliance and allied forces within the sector to congregate at his location."
A nod, "Good" turning back to Faith, Areith took a deep breath.
[ I will await your update, your Majesty. In the meantime, may the Force be with you. ]
As soon as the connection would end, Areith knew she had to make this quick. Turning to her comm officer. "Contact Commadore Zark. I need to know who can be a contact on the ground for Faith Organa for any medical aid or evacuations."
In the meantime, she had a meeting to go to.
GR90 E-war transport
ANS Eyes On, Dependable
Thranta MK2-Class Frigate
ANS Centennial, Legion, Rogue Element
Sentinel-Class Cruiser
ANS Long Watch
Dreadnought MKIII
ANS Echelon
Consular Class Cruiser
ANS Sullust Dawn
ANS Eyes On, Dependable
Thranta MK2-Class Frigate
ANS Centennial, Legion, Rogue Element
Sentinel-Class Cruiser
ANS Long Watch
Dreadnought MKIII
ANS Echelon
Consular Class Cruiser
ANS Sullust Dawn
Rhen Qel-Droma
Corellian Jedi
Atrisia from Dulvoyinn
New Jedi Order & GADF
All the preparations. All the information sent down through Hyperwave relay comms would not be able to prepare them for what would face them once the first of the New Jedi Order freighters warped into real space.
The alarm klaxons wailed as the ship which contained Knight Qel-Droma and the rest of the Jedi delegation shuddered under the forces of the lingering rifts. With wide eyes, the Corellian Jedi barely managed to brace himself, knocking against the wall as a hand went slapping against it for purchase. Startled cries erupted from other Masters, Knights, and Padawans.
[ Brace for more turbulence! ] a voice on the overhead comm cried out, while the passengers did what they could to follow the directions. Whatever had occurred here, the lingering presence of the vile Dark side of the Force churning. However, there was a sudden sharp blast of light flaring across that lightning striated world.
Whatever had passed had swept across in a powerful beam of energy. Rhen could only stare in shock before doing his best to check on the padawans.
"Is everyone alright?!" he yelled out, searching to see how they were. The Corellian had been tasked to aide with evacuations while another Jedi Knight would head planet side with those able to fight. One might say that doing such a thing was madness, but for a Corellian Green Jedi, it was what had to be done.
A Corellian never turned his back on someone in need.
Tony wandered up the steps of the palace. His world was falling apart around him. A force storm had originated feeding on all emotions and force energies. It tore ships asunder and killed people by the thousands. A great volcanic eruption had thrown enough ash into the air that given a month it would probably sink the world into an ice age. Mandalorians razed the dead and unleashed ravenous cannibals on the locals. Tony was pretty sure he saw his mom among the living dead. On top of it all.. Now... Now... I'm going to die. He thought as he stared down at his stomach wound. The white gauze like powder had broken open and he was bleeding again.
He made it into the halls. The soldiers were to busy fighting each other to stop a wounded man. The once glorious jewel of his sh!t hole homeworld had become a war zone. Thousand year old tapestries woven by some of the most deft hands Artisia will ever see, burned to a crisp. Murals had been shattered by artillery shells. Paintings worth countless fortunes littered the halls, torn in multiple places. Whomever waited at the top of this monument to death. Whether it be Galactic Alliance or The Dominion. Tony promised to make them pay. He promised to make all force users pay. Tony made it a few more steps. Then fell to his knees. The pain was unbearable. It was as though something was missing within him. What the? Tony passed out.
He awoke to a ravenous hunger and a man moaning in the halls. The man was propped against the left side of the wall. Tony tried to push himself towards the man, but the pain was to great. His body erupted in cold sweats and he felt he clung to life by a thread. Still he forced himself to move. After what seemed like an eternity he managed to reach the man.
"Wa.. Water..." The man whispered.
Tony had no water and he didn't care. He began to realize it was something else that had brought him to the man. Not to help, but to feed. Tony felt the pulse of some unearthly power in the man. Before he knew what he was doing he placed his hands on the man. The warriors complexion became ghostly white, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he cried out in excruciating agony. When Tony was done he stared horrified at what he had done. I... I.. Killed that man.. He looked to his hands and felt repulsed. While the power sickened him he did feel stronger and the unending hunger seemed abated for now. Tony stood and continued to stare at his palms.
The storms, the vortex, had made him something else. When the Sith drew on his connection to the force they had severed it. As if they took a dull blade to a limb. Now he could only fill the wound with the energies of those around him.
He made it into the halls. The soldiers were to busy fighting each other to stop a wounded man. The once glorious jewel of his sh!t hole homeworld had become a war zone. Thousand year old tapestries woven by some of the most deft hands Artisia will ever see, burned to a crisp. Murals had been shattered by artillery shells. Paintings worth countless fortunes littered the halls, torn in multiple places. Whomever waited at the top of this monument to death. Whether it be Galactic Alliance or The Dominion. Tony promised to make them pay. He promised to make all force users pay. Tony made it a few more steps. Then fell to his knees. The pain was unbearable. It was as though something was missing within him. What the? Tony passed out.
He awoke to a ravenous hunger and a man moaning in the halls. The man was propped against the left side of the wall. Tony tried to push himself towards the man, but the pain was to great. His body erupted in cold sweats and he felt he clung to life by a thread. Still he forced himself to move. After what seemed like an eternity he managed to reach the man.
"Wa.. Water..." The man whispered.
Tony had no water and he didn't care. He began to realize it was something else that had brought him to the man. Not to help, but to feed. Tony felt the pulse of some unearthly power in the man. Before he knew what he was doing he placed his hands on the man. The warriors complexion became ghostly white, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he cried out in excruciating agony. When Tony was done he stared horrified at what he had done. I... I.. Killed that man.. He looked to his hands and felt repulsed. While the power sickened him he did feel stronger and the unending hunger seemed abated for now. Tony stood and continued to stare at his palms.
The storms, the vortex, had made him something else. When the Sith drew on his connection to the force they had severed it. As if they took a dull blade to a limb. Now he could only fill the wound with the energies of those around him.