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

[Nick Sept]

[member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Soeht"]


Nick stood and watched as the boy made his choice. Good. He would've hated to see what happened if things had gone the other way. Besides, sacrificing the son to remove the father sacrifice...that was low, even for a master of the dark side. Still, the man lingered solemnly as all left but himself and the armored figure. He raised a brow quizzically.


"Hmmm. An odd thing, to give such power freely. Still, I must admire the boy's choice. He accepted his loss, and grew stronger from it," he mused out loud, putting the cigar, still unlit, back in his pocket. "You, however, have proven interesting. Tell me, mighty one," the spectre seemed amused, even if the joke wasn't taht funny, "what is your next play? Do you intend to continue dealign with Atrisia's affairs? Or are you done, knowing that a piece of you lives on in that boy?" He siad with a dark, smarmy grin.


As if to punctuate his statement, the force storm in the sky let out a wave of energy, pulsing with the dark side. Both of the beings in this chamber could feel it. "Hmmm, it appears that someone wishes for this to escalate further. Odd, I figured this was enough fo a charnel field already. How much slaughter can these fools demand?"


He sighed, albeit more as a form of drama, seeing as he had no breath. "I think I'll be going to the surface, to see what else I can accomplish. Any parting words?"

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Location: Atrisia; Planetside
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Michael Sardun"]

Near the outlying rural cities, Aeron felt as if her lungs were burning. The copper tang of blood came spewing from her mouth, pain wracking her side riddled with bruised ribs and charred bits of her armor. It had taken her this long to find a modicum of consciousness after the deployment of droppods from the Alliance's carriers before the wormhole hit. Now she was in the center of a fiery field of debris with other charred drop pods and whatever, if any, survivors there would be.

Crimson saliva shot from her mouth, the blonde curling to her side to clear it from blocking her windpipe. Electric blue eyes shone as the balistickinetics expert slowly attempted to crawl onto all fours. All she could smell was the scent of charred flesh, electronics, and acrid smoke. Ash and hot pumice fell, a lingering remnant of whatever sith magic had created the volcanic monster providing the ash and soot.

Off in the distance, she heard another moan and a curse. Taking her time, the Omega Pyre Prex slowly attempted to crawl upright and see who it might be. It was a good thing she did, for the blazing inferno that went ripping around them before being harnessed resulted in the woman jolting forward. The prone body would soon have the woman throwing herself over them, the sudden eruption of a bubble of protection the only thing saving them from combustion.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

The storm itself seemed to rebel and then explode outward. It was Immense but was nothing painful of that sort. Nulgaths flesh and physical body was gone and there was no missing it, He understood nothing lasted forever and accepted that much... Or did he? When majority of the blast of powerful darkside energy ravaged the planet of Artisia, the spectre mistook [member="Spencer Varanin"]'s figure and thought it to be corrupted or destroyed. What came next came with such power and speed The spirit of Nulgath could not react. Period.

There was no sudden realization, No dramatic scream, No place to hide. His very essence in the storm vanished in a flash. Like the night fleeing from rising sun light.
Nameless..
Formless...
Only Oblivion...








[OOC: Nulgaths last IC post.]

 

[Kami Meran]

Kami tapped a few commands on her data pad as she entered her ship.
she quickly removed her helmet an threw up. the drugs killed the cancer but made you as sick as a Nexu that ate spoiled meat.
she hated this she was tired weak and sick. she was emaciated her gear weighed a ton.
but she was honorable so she made sure that the items 2 Tal Corvettes 2 squadrons of fire birds 6 dew backs 12 kys tanks 2 banthas and A bunch of mynock fighters. were delivered before she had her own gear worked out. she ordered the 3 sisters to make there way to her.

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

It felt like abandoning them, but Kaili tried to make herself understand along with her father’s encouraging words of consolation. The girl had done all she could, she had brought these people to relative safety in the bunkers that was supposed to house them. They’d be safe. Whatever was going on up there would be stopped. It was the Alliance’s responsibility, not hers. She might have been an associate to the organization, but that didn’t make her feel any less obligated to at least try. The people that had been brought into the bunker had started to disperse into rooms and groups as the sound of the terrors above seeped through the roof and shook the very ground they stood on.

Once again Kaili was afraid. She nodded her head and embraced her father again.

They were going home, they were staying safe.

Henry latched onto her back. She closed her eyes and waited for it. She didn’t know what ‘it’ was, but with how her father had made an entrance she imagined it was the very same technique they’d use for an exit.

The sounds of terror was slowly interjected with the crashing of waves. The musky smell of old bunkers was replaced by the familiar scents of her childhood home. Eyes opened and she expected to see the cold concrete walls of the bunker but was instead met with the warm walls of home.

Henry let the girl go, the girl let go of her father.

“Thank you.” She whispered. “It was for the best.”

She didn’t buy it, but she tried to. Her eyes remained staring at the ground. She could have gone home to her own home, but for now, just for the night she didn’t want to. It was empty, there was no one there to greet her or talk to. That was what had caused the girl to go to Atrisia in the first place. Other than the food, of course.

“I’ll be in my room.” The girl said as she looked over her shoulder at her father, gave him a weak smile and a wave of her hand.

“Come on, Henry. Let’s see if mother has cleaned this place since the last time I was here.”

Fair bet said yes.

Hope said no.

She was home. She was safe. That was all that mattered. Atrisia was out of her control. There was nothing she could have done.

 

[Maizono]

Location: Cuvacia
Allies: [member="Jagger Fuga"], [member="Marcus Itera"]
Enemies: [member="Zaren Bouqi"], [member="Otto Shule"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Rach Vizla"],

Maizono and her bridge crew had evacuated the Anaxes' main bridge in time for Ryan's arrival. As he stepped in, a ray shield was activated to trap him in it. A shock wave was sent down through the ray shield to knock the Jedi out.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Atrisia; Planetside
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

He just managed to climb back to his feet, when the Jedi got knocked down to the floor again.

Out of nowhere a wild Aeron appeared. She collided with him, sending him sprawling and cursing -- quite the departure from the stoic and mostly silent Sardun she had met all those months ago in the wilds. Before he could say more, a power surge rushed through the air and incinerated everything around them. He saw it all behind the safety of Kreelan's shielding.

If this was a story... it would have been over within a split-second. The heroes saved in the nick of time by instinct and training, yet, this was the real world and it was unfair.

The surge continued and Michael could feel the strain taking its toll on the Prex.

He gritted his teeth and his hand clasped on her shoulder. At the best of times the Jedi Master had been a force battery- rough, unguided force capable of making his blows crush concrete and his skin as tough as durasteel, but that wasn't needed now. He opened himself and his power joined itself with hers, the shield was enforced and as a response it stopped shrinking by the inch.

And then it was over. Could have been minutes, could have been hours, could have been micro-seconds, but it had felt like an eternity.

"That one was for free." Sardun managed to get out, before releasing her shoulder and slumping down to the ground again. There was an exhaustion settling into his bones. A price to pay for the exertion displayed on both accounts.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

Location: Fondor, Freedom Channel broadcasting studio.


War was hell. It destroyed lives, property and scarred combatant and civilian alike. All too often, good intentions went out of the window the moment the bullets and blaster bolts started flying. It was less about who was right and more about who was left. It demanded blood, sweat and tears.


Every war had a propaganda component in addition to a military one. Families needed to know why their parents, siblings, children and so on and so forth had to travel to far away planets, kill and potentially die. Morale was an important factor, both on the frontlines and the home front. Luckily, there was the holonet. Let the objective news reporting begin!


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The commercial break came to an end. Maerys Cadalthor, former co-host of Battle for Democracy alongside [member="Linna Beorht"], adjusted her speaking notes. She was a beautiful, raven-haired Eldorai with the ageless beauty so common for her species. She'd been out of the game for a while, but was back now. A Duros camerman held up his hand. "And we're live in four...three...two...one," he counted down in a dull monotone.


"Good evening, Galaxy," Maerys said, giving the audience a winning, dazzling smile before looking properly serious. "Tonight, we've got exclusive coverage from the war on Atrisia and in the surrounding systems. We've all watched the struggle for liberty and freedom with anticipation and concern for our boys and girls on the front. The evil Sith cabal that usurped control over the sovereign system of Atrisia has by unleashed arcanic weapons of mass destruction."


Things would shift a bit on the screen, displaying images of the heinous acts being committed on Atrisia and in its space. One would see images of a Force Storm causing devastation, along with a giant squid. One would also see Jar'kai in ruins, scarred by firestorms.


"Civilian casualties are staggering. A world that already suffered so much has been devastated by tyrants. But this act of madness has inspired the Alliance and its allies to strike back. Mandalorians, Alliance and Firemane are pushing towards the city. According to our latest reports, the Storm is all but broken and allied troops are pouring into Atrisia. We now go live to our embedded reporter with the Abregado-Rae forces. Jerry?"


"Thanks, Maerys. I'm aboard the Abregado-Rae command ship. The Baron is personally participating in the ground assault. As you can see, our boys and girls are gearing up to support the Alliance forces in space and on the surface. Lotek'k is still at large, but it can't last long. I've been told that the Alliance has set up humanitarian relief centres on Inysh to help Atrisian refugees. The Alliance Diplomatic Corps is reaching out to neighbouring systems to protect them from the Sith." One would see the might of the Free People of Middle-earth...err, the Coalition of the Willing being deployed in various scenes. Battleships, soldiers, Jedi and so on.


"That's excellent news, Jerry. Our thoughts are with the refugees and the brave men and women risking their lives to bring freedom," she said fervently. "But, Jerry, what can you tell us about the rumours that the Republic has intervened on the Sith's side?"


The response from the embedded reporter was grave, as was appropriate given the seriousness of the situation. "I didn't want to believe it when I heard about it, but the rumours are true. Republic ships have attacked the Alliance at Curvacia. Informed sources told me that they've also assaulted Naboo recon ships."


"Then the Republic has once again shown its true colours. We remember when Lasedri imposed tyranny and her handpicked Supreme Commander Hadrix slaughtered innocents at Roche," Maerys declared with an expression of outrage. Incidentally, she also leaned forward over the desk, displaying impressive decolletage.


"The Alliance liberated Coruscant and brought hope to billions of oppressed, now the Republic turns on it. There were always rumours that many of its leaders had secret Sith sympathies and stabbed their brave soldiers in the back," she looked right into the camera, looking appropriately solemn. "We can only hope that their soldiers will realise their leaders' folly and join forces with the armies of liberty. Force willing, this terrible conflict will be over soon. Freedom Channel will return with more news live from the scene after a commercial break."

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

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GR90 E-war transport 100m

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

Atrisia

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

Aela would be led to the bridge of the Viperous. Whilst the forward section of the bridge was bringing the ship around and focussed on launcher her interceptors the rear of the bridge was focussed on commanding the task force. The group was arranging themselves with the hammerhead-shaped escorts to the fore. The Stubborn Resolve activated her gravity wells to prevent any hostile ships jumping them through hyperspace. The Shield-class vessels moved into position to protect nearby vessels from fire.

Vilin was stood over a console against one bulkhead, one hand on his cane and the other placed next to the controls.

"Tevv, Pulsar, I've managed to jump to the edge of the sector but am holding position. I have Nonnah-class cruisers that can strike pin-point targets from here. Task force configuration Osk six for long range fire support. Give me targets."

Vilin turned and looked over his shoulder. Seeing the Jedi arrivals he turned and stood straight, offering a deferential nod.

"Master Talith? We're holding position here, but are preparing to close on Atrisia itself. Can you offer any insight on...that?" he asked. A holographic image of the space around Atrisia bloomed into life, before highlighting the Terror from Beyond and the raging Force storms.

 

[Shaddi]

Erebos could see the carnage around him and a part of him dismayed at the beauty of the planet being so irrevocably scarred and the senseless loss of life around him. That lasted only for a moment he fixed his eyes in the force towards [member="Draco Vereen"] as his mandalorians came crashing into the upper levels of the palace. The sight of Adas and how Draco and his ilk were seemingly determined to get to the boy and end his life. That would not do at all.

Remembering the fall of Coruscant and what he did during that battle caused him to look from one AT-AT, to a hovering sign falling down to the ground to a basalisk on it's way towards Draco's position. Gathering the force into his legs he sprinted towards the AT-AT, reaching something a kin to force speed as he jumped at the wall of the house nearest to the AT-At and from there on top of the mechanical behemoth. From there he not only gathered the force into his legs but under them as well as he rocketed himself upwards with a force jump along with force pushes at the soles of his feet. As he landed on the falling sign the strenght of his momentum caused it to begin tipping over.
With no time to waste Erebos gathered the force once more and jumped into the air, leaving a small shockwave in his wake that caused the sign to come crashing down right in the area behind [member="Tony Ro'samo"] and billows of smoke would surround the young mandalorian that seemed to have been spared by the graces of the force from having the sign tumble down on top of him. As Erebos soared through the sky like a rocket fueled by uncompromising fury and desire to protect Adas as if he was his own, leaving small tendrils of smoke in his wake, as if they were trying to reach for him and halt his advancement.

The basalisk came quickly and with an outstretched hand Erebos landed behind the Mandalorian driver and gripped the back of his neck, sending surges of force lightning into his body to ravage it while also draining the very force from his body until he fell forwards a lifeless husk. This time Erebos used the energy he had taken from the mandalorian and gathered it into and around himself, kicking off with such force that the basalisk came crashing down into a nearby building on the ground. As Erebos came into the same room that Draco Vereen was in, leaving a small shock wave of wind as he entered it and landing on the ceiling, caving it in, in a crate as his force shield held in place. With a simple kick off this time he came down with his lightsaber ignited and landed on one of the Basalisks with the saber burying into the mechanical beast and the telsword in his other hand burying into it's rider.

Jumping off the basalisk and landing with some distance between himself and the group, he raised his hands and sent forth a cyclone of fire and lightning towards them. "I don't know what your intentions are but if you want that boy you'll have to break me!" He shouted as his aim wasn't the mandalorians themselves but their mounts, and the weapons inside those mounts. "You mandalorians have no honor, NEVER HAD IT TO BEGIN WITH, ALL YOU DO IS BECOME SENSELESS SLAUGHTERERS AND I'M PRETTY SURE YOUR ANCESTORS ARE ROLLING OVER IN THEIR GRAVES WHEN THEY SEE HOW YOU'VE ALL SQUANDERED THEIR TEACHINGS OF HONORABLE COMBAT!" Erebos then shouted at them as he held his saber and telsword out on either side of him as if waiting for the challanging reply of the Mandalorians, specifically Draco himself.

Deep down Erebos knew that [member="Serena Bouie"] wouldn't be able to handle what was arrayed before him effectively, someone or some stray shot might get past her and Adas was too young now to effectively protect himself even though he was utilizing the artifacts of his father to lay waste, it was a barely guided effort on the boys part and if he had to protect himself up close he wouldn't be able to modulate the power at his disposal and those around him might suffer for it.

 

[H3xle]

Engaging the Palace.

[member="draco vereen"] [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Mephirium"] [member="Ralph Thule"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Akuma"] @Whoever else

As Taryc saw what Draco intended, she banked the fire around her hands and gripped onto the droid with her knees and the back of Draco's armor with her hands. She felt his hand on her leg just before they accelerated to ludicrous speed. A grin spread at the feeling of the speed as they angled at the top of the palace, bypassing the larger battle below where mindless bodies crashed into the waiting, slightly less mindless bodies. A glance down showed her that it had quickly become a grind house, only the more obvious armors were distinguishable from this height, and of those only the ones that weren't presently covered in grime, dust and blood.

"You alright back there?"

"Aye, I like these droids." She said, mirth apparent in her voice as she adjusted herself on the seat.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Capital city, heading for palace

Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Kruel Zing"] [member="The Gray Assassin"] [member="Rapax"]

Allies: [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Raph Thule"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

That first shock wave caught the Jedi Marshal off guard. Fortunately his defences were already raised against such manifestations. The storm surrounding them, the call of the Terror from Beyond, the volcano beasts and the assault of the dark side spirits made shielding himself mandatory.

Even then, if Adele and Gabriel had not been bolstering his resolve that first strike might have sent him reeling. As it was he had to fight back a building torrent of nausea.

“Understood,” he grunted to Gabe. The comment was rather shamefully followed by an audible retch. His plan had involved closing the distance with the Sith assassin, using his shield to block off whole regions of his body from attack whilst using tight saber work to drive him away. Right now he needed to keep fairly upright to keep the contents of his stomach where they were.

Dark tendrils shot out from the sith, reaching, grasping for his torso. It was repeating the same trick twice, but Jacen called on the Light again. His shield arm reached out, palm open. It was because nearly every sith he had encountered in battle seemed to rely on exotic manifestations and magic that he had gone to [member="Ryan Korr"] to master this technique. No manifestation of the dark side, no shade or demon could stand the Light of the Force.

Those whispery tendrils that broke through reached for the outstretched arm, ensnaring it in a tight grip. It pulled, not on his arm, but his very connection to the Force. To the foundation of his power. Darkness crept into the edge of his vision as the vertigo threatened to fell him.

You are steady. You are firm. You have a most powerful ally at your side. The Force.

“I am steady.”

One final burst of light and he was free. Just as Elpsis conjured her own tricks. Rather than advance Jacen once again held his ground. But he drew on the strength that was offered and tugged at the fabric of reality. A telekinetic grip would latch on to the assassin’s ankle. Voidstalker didn’t have a wide variety of abilities, but he did the basics very, very well.

We cannot dally, he thought as he tried to hold the sith down to be engulfed in flames. The anchor. We have to deal with the anchor.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C'artyom and crew jumped out of hyperspace at ludicrous speeds. He had an idea of what awaited him in Artisian space and his first instinct any time their was trouble was to run as fast as he could. What he thought it was going to be like compared to how it actually was was very misguided. Swirling vortexs of death shot lightning bolts from themselves. Giant tentacles had begun to sprout from some. Regardless Desmond managed to bank at break neck speeds just in time to avoid one. Still lightning arched across the hull of his ship and he lost all power.

"Feth, hold on guys!" Des shouted to his passengers.

He hoped [member="Kami Meran"] was having an easier time bringing her army in then he was. He hit the emergency engine flaps and their decent into the planets atmosphere slowed considerably. Still the ash had made it hard to see. He couldn't tell what the hell was in front of him. The Krayt Dragon's Pearl smashed against a mountain top and they skid violently along its side. Then hit the ground like a skipping stone. They slowly slid to a halt just outside the city limits.

"Khark! MY SHIP!" Desmond exclaimed as they finally came to a halt. He went into the cargo bay to check on the passengers. [member="Lark"] and [member="Thraxis"] seemed okay, but the boarding ramp was a little jammed. They'd have to squeeze through. Once outside Des finally got a look at Jar'Kai. The city was in ruins. The dead in stalked the streets. Mandalorians, Trandoshan's, and Stormtroopers duked it out everywhere.

"I thought my ship was bad..." He whispered to himself. The place looked like a literal hell on earth...

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

LOCATION: THE PALACE​

ALLIES NEARBY: [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Akuma"], @Any other Sith close​

ENEMIES NEARBY: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Raph Thule"], @MANDOS and GA close​

CURRENT OBJECTIVE: NOW WATCH ME WHIP​

Dravis was no warrior. He was not a pawn, to be sacrificed for the 'greater good' of the Dominion. Unlike the Lords that have perished this day, he found no value in securing the future of others at the expense of one's own life. Yet, he felt obligated, for whatever reason, to help in the conflict. Perhaps it was the fact that he would most surely die if he tried to escape now. Too much chaos in one place. After feeling a shift in the sky above, however, Dravis decided helping would have to wait.

​Dravis felt the tumultuous storm above the planet shrink and shrink, until it exploded into a supernova of dark energy. Dravis didn't wait to watch the sky any longer, as his senses indicated danger. The Bith ducked back into the palace as a scorching wave of Dark-side energy ravaged the world, searing Dravis' flesh, rendering part of his face cracked with black skin. It hurt, but did nothing but fuel his inner fire.

The Bith Sith saw immediately the clashing of giants, a Sith Lord and a Mandalorian General of some sort, duking it out. He decided he wanted no part of that, as either titan could probably look his way, and he would die. No, that would never do. Instead, he reached his mind out, feeling a familiar presence.

Ah, so at lease one of the hands still lives.

Dravis picked his way around [member="Darth Erebos"] and [member="Draco Vereen"], careful not to draw attention to himself. He eventually ducked behind a doorframe. He could feel [member="Akuma"]'s pain from the other side, and the determination of another. Deciding not to get into that conflict just yet, he felt a few more presences; the small squad of [member="Raph Thule"]'s marines he had ordered to invade. Easy, safe pickings for the Sithling.

Dravis saw them- They were clearing the rooms of the broken palace, slowly making their way along, looking for opposition. Well, they just found some.

As the soldiers passed a window, the one in the back cried out. She appeared to have gotten something caught around her neck. But as she was dragged back, and into an already-cleared room, it was revealed that there was something else going on. Rifles raised, they went to see what had stolen their comrade.

One's weapon was knocked from their hand from an unseen force. Then another. They reached for secondary blasters, but a streak of blue too fast to follow with the naked eye slammed into both of them, giving the troopers a deadly shock each. They fell to the floor, smoke trailing from the cracks in their armor. The others looked quickly to where the flash had come from, seeing Dravis, holding his shock whip to the side of him, black eyes glinting with an inner yellow glow. The whip to his side became like a snake of azure electricity, and the true battle began.

He had no need for words. These marines were below him, after all.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Hyperspace, en route to hex
Objective: Reinforce Atrisian/Dominion forces (Interested in dueling [member="Ryan Korr"] for some hot Jedi/Je'daii action if the situation permits it.)
Allies: Dominion & Friends
Opposition: Galactic Alliance, United Mandalorian Clans & Friends

"On the way," she replied simply, and the conversation ended there. She hadn't needed much convincing to attack the Alliance, but really only know if Grayson was even still breathing. The so-called Dominion lived and died by Grayson, and she knew the Republic wasn't strong enough to face the Alliance and their Mandalorian minions alone.

She put away her phone and picked up her tablet from the armrest, issuing commands with a few flicks of her finger. Across the region, ships spun up to full power, combat status elevated to yellow alert in preparation for hyperspace jumps into a combat zone. Single scout ships (x,x) were the first to make the jump ahead of the battlegroup. A precaution against interdictors and grav-traps, staying two jump points ahead to act as her weasels.

Pinpricks of starlight stretched out into blue shafts as the White Base entered hyperspace with its escort. All around her on the bridge, she could feel anxiety flare up among the crew as she had finally taken action. They were committed to the cause but were understandably fearful of the consequences if they should fail. She could already see it now. Ryan Korr shrieking about evil Republicans until he was blue in the face, and restless Mandalorians invoking the name of some conveniently designated martyr as an excuse for more plunder.

The Atrisian system still remained dark, but a connection had been established with allied forces in the sector. The Legion were present in the Cuviacia system where Grayson had requested she reinforce. She transmitted an encrypted message to the ranking officer, Grand Admiral Fuga.

//The Republic moves. ETA 20 Minutes. Requesting telemetry and details on enemy force strength.//

Should Fuga be operating Republic vessels, then this task would be made easy thanks to Hydra, a software package made for streamlining sensor fusion among other things.

The bridge became loud with tactical chatter from the crew, but she just leaned back in silence, dropping her tablet in her lap as she closed her eyes in restorative meditation. She was tired to her core, run ragged from trying to keep the Republic together for the past few years, and the Union before that. This was certainly not the life she had imagined for herself, having looked forward to spending her days of retirement with her family to enjoy the fruits of her labor. It seemed the Force had other plans.

((I'll post my comp next post when I arrive in hex and take action.))

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[member="Zark"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Maizono"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Otto Shule"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Rach Vizla"]

 

[Aela Talith]

Space - Aboard The ANS Viperous
[member="Vilin"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"]

She frowned for a moment, eyes darting towards the screen.

For a moment she actually had to think about what she was seeing, her mind processing what information she had and mixing it with what she was now seeing. As soon as she realized what was happening her mouth dropped agape, eyes quickly popping open as a bit of panic gripped her heart. The fear quickly subsided as she managed to wrangle herself into control, but there was an utter state of shock that still loomed about her. It wasn't every day that you saw such things.

"Those are force storms, crafted by the darkside of the force." She stated, eyes wandering towards the creature on the other screen.

That explained the odd sense of dread that had been sitting inside of her stomach ever since they'd arrived in the system.

"Your ships will be torn apart if you go near them." The Jedi Marshall gave the Commodore a glance. "There must be a Sith Lord on the surface that created them, or several. They should burn themselves out eventually but I don't know how long that will take."

That description wasn't really accurate, but it was the simplest way of putting it so the Commodore would properly understand. Approaching the storms would be a big no, and in truth...Aela had no idea how they could get rid of them. There had to be a source for them of course, a Sith Lord on the surface of the planet or something. Either way the Storms required constant power, and if they didn't have that they would go away eventually. She frowned for a moment and then looked towards the Commodore again. "As for that."

She pointed to the terror.

"That is Lotek'k." Aela had read a lot of books. "It's a...well...creature."

How was she supposed to put this. "It can be killed." She would just lead with that. "It's not immortal or immune, just very big. It must have been brought through a rift in hyperspace, in theory you should be able to push it back or drive it into the Storms fairly easily. Either will transport it away, I think the latter...might kill it. The last time it appeared, that I know of, sixteen people managed to do it without any starships."

That would work. Aela only knew of the creature because of a legend of it's appearance on a planet called Asation. There Lotek'k had appeared in a hyperspace rift, fought back by a collection of spacers who eventually drove it through the portal once more. The only difference here was that those spacers didn't have any starships, luckily the Comodore did, that should make the beast a little bit simpler to defeat...in theory anyway. "Do we have any reports of what's happening on the surface?"

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Edge of the Atrisia system
Objective: Help deal with the big beastie... that is somehow breathing in space???
Allies: [member="Zark"] [member="Vilin"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] @Other members of the Alliance
Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] @Other Dominion Force

Unknown: [member="Ostanes"]

Forces:

Spoiler

3,750 meters of Aurora Industries security assets

3x Judicator-class Cruisers
++ Fighter craft are split between AI-07s and AI-09s
5x Kantos-class War Frigates

"Brace!" Taeli shouted as the Force Storm erupted a wave of energy out. Out here at the edge of the system it would be nothing more than some turbulence to deal with, but she had felt more lives being snuffed out at every second and this storm certainly didn't help at all. Still... it was not her immediate concern. That lay with the transmission from the Commodore for assistance and the emergency beacon he activated... along with the big beastie in space. She had never seen one before, but sh had certainly read about it when she was studying the ancient Galactic War.

"All forces, advance and form up with the Alliance forces engaging the Lotek'k," Taeli ordered. "Sensors, keep an eye on that neutral fleet and if that storm starts moving in our general direction... kindly move us out of its path."

There were some appreciative chuckles to her little stab at some morbid humor, but Taeli was focused on the monster that was said to be from beyond the galaxy, maybe even the dimension they lived in. As the Aurora flotilla began its approach into the system and towards where the massive monster was, she could still feel the terrible wrongness within the system. So much death and destruction was surely giving birth to a massive dark side nexus, if not now then soon. Whoever was responsible for that storm and the beast, there was no spinning that.

Closing slowly, Taeli took the extra time to try and get ahold of any information she could from the surrounding sector, catching stories of fleet engagements at Curavcia, Alliance diplomatic efforts in other places, a refugee camp on Inysh... the sector really had gone full tilt it seemed.

"Ma'am, our few long range batteries and assault missile are in range."

"Open up then," she said.

Fifteen double heavy long range turbolaser shots lanced out from her three crusiers, along with assault missile from the frigates. All of them were heading directly for the Lotek'k, even though the Aurora ships other weapons weren't in range yet. Taeli was fine keeping them away from the tentacles that could likely tear ships apart.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Spoiler

Rogue One/CO – Commander [member="Asmus Janes"] “Slick”

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Rogue Two – Flight Officer [member="Aedan Lochlan"] “Beardface” [OCC LOA]
Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Ben Carlin"]
Rogue Four – Vacant
Rogue Five – Lieutenant [member="Loske Matson"] [OCC LOA]
Rogue Six – Flight Officier [member="Cal Sedaire"]
Rogue Seven - Lieutenant [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls”
Rogue Eight – Flight Officer [member="Vale Endriss"] "Eight Ball"
Rogue Nine/XO –
Rogue Ten – Vacant
Rogue Eleven – Vacant
Rogue Twelve – Vacant
Rogue Thirteen – Flight Officer [member="Allyson Locke"] “Lucky”
Rogue Fourteen – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”

[member="Ostanes"]



“Got something R12?”

The droid had. Slight fluctuations in the subspace harmonics right before each new portal opened. Asmus turned towards the Terror as he continued to force its way into their reality. The thought of fleeing the sector had long left his mind.

The Alliance could be described as the child of the One Sith. Certainly one had created the other. The Republic had long since collapsed, the Silvers forced back into their corner of the Galaxy. An uncompromising, ever expanding dark force had driven those that would oppose them to strip everything back into a sleek, efficient response. An equally uncompromising force to stem the tide. They wouldn't abandon anyone to the horrors the Sith had called to Atrisia.

“R12 transmit to the other fighters. Flight Two, form up on me and we make our run. Flight Three give us cover.”

Asmus tugged on his flight stick and brought his fighter around. His targeting computer locked onto the centre of the thing's head as he accelerated towards it. The early warning went off and he dove right before another tentacle pushed through a portal.

“Keep it steady. Wait, what the...Rogue Eleven break port!”

A great jet of purple energy streaked past them all, striking the Terror with a blinking flash. Asmus had no clue what it had been, certainly not any conventional weapon. But it made an opening.

He levelled off. Lines on his display honed in and a constant tone sounded.

“Missile away.”

“Missile away.”

“Everyone pull off once you've fired!” Asmus called. That was the thing about baradium missiles. An unshielded destroyer could be cracked almost in two by a well placed shot, but even a shielded fighter could be vaporised if left near the epicentre.

“See you in the netherworld,” Asmus grunted as he pulled back on the stick until he lost sight of the Terror, bright orange missiles closing rapidly.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Atrisia Space
[member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Ostanes"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Ben Carlin"]


[ Rogue Seven, break! ] there was a sudden jolt as the pilot broke starboard, a massive tentacle swooping down to try and crash against the pilot. R4 gave a massive squeal, the starfighter giving a barrel roll as it flew to avoid the hit. It was chaos. Rifts were making it difficult to fly in and they were the few that barely managed to survive. Her HUD bloomed in front of her, sensors overloaded from the disturbances of the creature and space beyond.

"I'm trying!" Choli said to her Pebble drone, attempting to level out and come back around. Purple streaks illuminated the sky. "Loading missiles!" Two beeps and the confirmation came up on her screen.

“Missile away.”

“Missile away.”

“Everyone pull off once you've fired!”

Shit, did she have the time to do it?!! Beep, beep, beep! "Missiles locked!" Just a little bit more...a little bit more...

"Missiles away!" the first one shot off, the second just needed a bit more time to-- BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

"GOT A TENTACLE COMING MY --"

 

[Asajj]

Location: Palace Southern Entrance
Objective: Kill the Jedi
Enemies: Engaging [member="Seras Rose"]
Allies: Sith and Palace forces

Asajj grinned at the eager movement of her target, seeing her accept the challenge with an aggressive attack. Swiftly the blue-haired girl flicked her red blade up to meet her opponent's, moving aside and using their momentum to glance the blades off each other. From this side she wasted no time utilising the force to send a small blast in Seras' general direction, aiming to knock her off balance and hopefully make her more vulnerable to a follow-up strike from her own blade.

Already Asajj could feel her lust for violence surface again after so long. All the time she had lived with Mythos was insignificant compared to this moment now. The Dark Side took it's hold on her insanity again and unleashed the mayhem within her. Her mind was focused on only one thing in the whole galaxy.

Crushing this Jedi to dust.