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

[Ashin Varanin]

LOCATION: Atrisia -> Dahrtag

Theed Hangar Forces:
RNS Jamillia
RNS Aphelion
Handmaiden-class flak escorts: RNS Breslao, RNS Stretton, RNS Hamadrya, RNS Chileun

Abregado-Rae Reinforcements:
Bulwark - 500m
Oathkeeper - 250m (medical/SAR ship)
Forgewarden - 300m
Adamant - 150m
Arisen - 150m

Total operational, including RNS Jamillia: 2,030m

Her quarters were much as she'd left them: disguised Force disperser, spare luggage, the wardrobe of a Naboo noblewoman - and, buried in the trousseau, disguised as an ornamental cane, a certain dagger. At her touch, Jentaral filled her with strength to match what she'd been giving Spencer. She belted the sheath around her thigh beneath a stiff Naboo dress and longcoat. As she drew from the covert Sith dagger's extreme power, she spoke on comm with [member="Ria Misrani"]. She responded to Ria's questions by informing her that several surface-to-air weapons, immense planetary turbolasers, were still firing and could stand to not fire anymore. At all, ideally.

Then, and only then, did she call for the medical droid. Her injuries, in total, turned out to be fairly minor. Plenty of bruises and shallow burns, but nothing the droid couldn't handle. Kolcta thick on her tongue and bandaged within an inch of her life, left arm in a splint, Ajira proceeded to the bridge. All the while, the Jamillia shuddered.

"Report."

Shambleau, her Mikan aide, stood from the captain's chair. "We've pulled back from the planet. The disturbance intensified briefly. The Forgewarden was lost with all hands."

"Are we out of range of the disturbance?"

"For the moment. Will you be assuming command, ma'am?"

Ajira settled into the captain's chair. "Thanks for keeping it warm for me, Shambleau. You did as well as anyone could. What news from the Abregado-Rae landing party?"

"Fourteen M47 dropships and four Niathal-class shuttles reached the surface. Almost six hundred elite soldiers and medics are joining up with [member="HK-36"] and reporting to him from this point on. The landing has been an unqualified success, even with the loss of the Forgewarden. Ma'am-"

"You have a recommendation?"

Shambleau took up a stance beside Ajira, hands clasped behind her back, so as not to obstruct the line of sight. "Some of the surface emplacements are still operational and the hyperspace disturbances may spike again. We currently number one light cruiser, two corvettes, one search-and-rescue frigate, and the Jamillia. We're not equipped for pitched battle or spatial turbulence on this level. The Jamillia needs repairs, primarily to the hyperdrive; we're running on backup. I recommend we withdraw to a safe nearby system and continue to coordinate sector monitoring efforts. We need more information on the battle unfolding at Cuvacia between the Republic and the Alliance."

Ajira's eyebrows rose. "Now that is some data I'd like to see in the raw while we're in transit. Suggested destinations?"

"Lialic, possibly. The local ruler is a former One Sith governor who likes his neutrality but has enough aristocratic ties that he might respect an appearance by Naboo nobility."

"What else is in effective range?"

"Dahrtag-"

"Set course for Dahrtag. All ships, match the Jamillia's class eight."

 

[Seras Rose]

Location: Atrisia's surface, Souther Palace Entrance
Allies: GA, Six Troopers,
Enemies: Fighting with [member=Asajj], [member=Adas James Malgus] and his allies
Objective: Hold the Chokepoint against Sith Counter Attack and [member=Asajj]
Equipment: Yellow Lightsaber, Robes w/durasteel breastplate, Flare Gun (Two shots)
Song of Choice: Gospel of the Throttle - Minutes Til Midnight

Seras did not respond to the degrading comments, her master had called her much worse. Her skin was plenty thick enough to take the like of those insults and comments.

There was a high degree of satisfaction as she felt her fist contacting her opponents gut and sending them reeling backwards. But immediantly after that satisfaction came intense pain as her entire left side twinged with intense pain. The stab wound that had been closed before reopend and started to stain the bacta bandage red. In that instant her opponent had already started to draw a blaster, Seras able to respond just fast enough to dodge the first shot at what was point blank range. The second she was not so lucky as it contacted the thick durasteel breasplate, the hit knocking Seras back right as Asajj slashed at her left arm. While the lightsaber slash did not hit her left arm, it did contact her breastplate and bisect it horizontally. Her life came within a few short inches of ending, but her now destroyed breasplate had saved her.

As she fell back, Seras had a moment of clarity. Her free left hand went to her flare gun, pulling it out and firing the extremly bright luminescent flare directly at her face, Seras sealing her eyes shut moments before. She did not need to be accurate, if the flare hit it would not really do anything. What she aimed for was the blinding part with the use of its bright light.

When Seras's back hit the ground she did not hesitate to pull her body forward to get inside of Asajj's range and slash at her blaster in order to destroy the weapon.

Equipment: Yellow Lightsaber, Robes, Flare Gun (One shot)

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Symara Tarriq"]
Enemy: [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Break"]
Location: City outskirts, heading towards palace


Unfortunately for Ajihad, things did not proceed the way he had anticipated. He had brazenly charged a group of Masters and tried to take them on all at once. When the fire seemed to consume him, Elpsis did not lose track of the Sith.


This was because she did not use her physical eyes to see, for she was blind. Instead she used the Force and her empathy. Thusly, his use of tutaminis did not escape her. Moreover, he was trying to do too many things at once. The Force was infinite, one's ability to use it was not. Complex powers required more focus and energy, and could not be summoned on a whim.


Art of the Small was a very complex power not designed for combat. Since the HK droid was covered in an armour made of Vong biots, using the Force on him would not accomplish anything. Especially not to this degree and with such speed.


Unfortunately for the Sith, Elpsis did not stand passive and wait for him to attack her again. Oh, and she was further boosted by Adele's battle meditation. So while Ajihad tried in vain to alter HK's phrik body, the redheaded Acolyte of Fire had plenty of time to harness the energies of the Force and directed them outward in a surge of aggression.


The energies of the Force flowed through her hand as she unleashed her power upon his body. Heat and passion surged through her body as she sought nothing less than to make his blood boil as hot as lava in his veins. Her willpower was directed towards burning him from the inside out, just as she'd done with [member="Raien Keth"] so long ago.


While she did so, she felt a bit of a cold chill, as if he were trying to drain her body of heat. Elpsis was quite familiar with cryokinesis since her sort-of Step-Mum was a cryomancer. In between her pyromancy mastery, the battle meditation supplied boost from Adele and the Sith's split focus, she was quite comfortable with shrugging it off and maintaining her rather high body temperature.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Allies: [member="Break"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]​

Enemies: [member="HK-36"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Kana Truden"]​

​

Desmond C'artyom wandered the city. He heard the sounds of distant battle and figured he better get to a vantage point. He climbed a tall three story building and sat atop the roof. He pulled his pulse rifle from his back and observed the fight. Two Sith and several Jedi. Not to mention an old HK droid he was itching to give some payback. Causstik double klicked the zoom on his sniper and studied the rest of the combatants. He tapped his comms, keyed [member="Lark"]'s and [member="Thraxis"]'s comm channels.


"We got bogey's 'bout two clicks east of us. Lark you get the blonde. Er.. Thraxis you can take the red head. Or feel free to engage another."

Desmond swung his rifle to the right a little and scoped in on the HK. His frame had become rusted or something, but the majority of it was protected by some sort of living armor. The Vong Thought Des. Every Chiss knew of the Vong. How a Chiss fleet had valiantly beat the invaders off. Now somehow the droid had got ahold of some of their armor. Regardless he didn't think it would do much to protect against the anti tank riffle.
He charged his shot to max power and let loose. A very fine lazer would fly towards the old droid at supersonic speeds. That'll show y'a to khark with me while i'm on the job. He thought with a smile.

 

[Asajj]

Location: Palace; South Entrance
Objective: Kill the Jedi
Enemy: [member="Seras Rose"]
Equipment: Red Lightsaber, Blaster Pistol

Asajj actually did laugh out loud this time as her shot and slice both connected, tearing open the breastplate of the Jedi. It was a manic laugh that almost made her bend physically. Once she'd managed to control her laughter she looked down at her opponent with bloodthirsty eyes.

"Bet they don't teach you that in the Jedi Academy." She chuckled before raising her lightsaber to finish her off. At that moment though the flare shot upwards and blinded her with a bright flash of light. Asajj stumbled backwards atleast a meter away from Seras, shaking her head to rid her vision of the aftereffects. "Agh!" She coughed as her vision returned, having given Seras enough time to stand up and recover. Raising her lightsaber in one hand, she also went to raise her blaster; only to realise half of it was missing. In the disorientating flash Seras had destroyed her blaster.

In annoyance she threw the pistol aside, spinning her lightsaber in hand as a sort of show-off display.
"Fine." Was all she said before launching into the air above. Two strikes came on her way down, one from the left and the other from the right. After these she would not cease movement, leaping once again to strike twice from a second angle. The form of Ataru required one to always be moving and that was exactly what Asajj intended to do.

 

[Kami Meran]

Kami smiled as a familiar voice. that of Deran Meran came over the com." Boss we got the ships past the blockades heading to your location. "
The greasy Mechanic said over the coms.
Kami sighed and began going over her own gear.
" Well off to war it semes."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Capital city, heading for palace

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

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

Fifteen meters. Fifteen meters was all. Fifteen meters that became a test the equal of his Jedi trials. Whilst the waves of nausea were wearing off it wasn't quite as easy as it should have been to cross the space between them, but he managed it. Even if his vision swam with every step.

No one would described Voidstalker as a rash man. Not any more. He'd gone through that phase in his youth and was still dealing with the consequences. His parents had hoped being ejected from the academy on coruscant as a youth would have been the final lesson, but sometimes things took time. That thought make him turn to see Adele out of the corner of his eye. Pure white robes a stark contrast to the taint around them.

So whilst the gout of flames engulfed the whole assassin Jacen advanced with his scarlet shield held out ahead of him. The depth of his connection to the Force meant that every sense observed the world around him with a brilliant clarity. Sounds were crystal clear, every motion from the shuttles passing overhead, to the detritus caught in the wind vied for his attention.

He knew the Sith wasn't down, could feel the subtle application of the Force even if he didn't fully understand it. So it came as no surprise when he raised his hand towards Elpsis.

Jacen was close by then. Very close.

His golden blade cut a bright arc out of the air as it fell towards the forearm of the outstretched hand. The telekinetic grip was still there, so he applied a gentle tug for good measure. Nothing significant, just enough to make getting back to his feet with any grace or balance a daunting prospect for the downed assassin.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

LOCATION: Dahrtag System

Theed Hangar Forces:
RNS Jamillia
RNS Aphelion
Handmaiden-class flak escorts: RNS Breslao, RNS Stretton, RNS Hamadrya, RNS Chileun

Abregado-Rae Reinforcements:
Bulwark - 500m
Oathkeeper - 250m (medical/SAR ship)
Forgewarden - 300m
Adamant - 150m
Arisen - 150m

Total operational, including RNS Jamillia: 2,030m


Scans of the five destroyed Naboo vessels and the debris field in general, showing nothing left alive. Scans of the Republic assaulting the Galactic Alliance in defense of the Sith. Scans of said Republic vessels destroying two Naboo sensor probes. Scans of the Atrisian planetary defense installations failing, of Alliance forces landing, of cataclysms and evacuations and the backlash of the Force storm. Scans of the storm itself, its multiple distortions, the way they'd homed in on starships in some instances. Scans of the Alliance starships gaining control over Atrisian space regardless. Scans of hyperspace traffic throughout the sector, capital ships and fleets on the move. Scans of the Dahrtag system and the planet Necropolis, where she'd spent time a good decade back. Scans of a battle over Thebeon. Scans all up and down the Giju Run from Atrisia to Herglic space. Scans of the lifeform currently tangling with Rogue Squadron and a few hypervelocity guns over Atrisia. Scans of the unmarked fleet that had, apparently, summoned it.

Too much information, but at a reasonable degree it was starting to make sense. Enough to comprehend; enough to explain to the leadership of the planet Necropolis. Contrary to popular belief, it was no planet-sized crypt like that one moon of Bogden where the Bando Gora originated. It was, instead, a world whose people venerated the dead -- their sacrifices, their achievements. Their leaders, at least, found the ongoing story compelling.

Meanwhile, repairs continued. The largest example of battle damage had to be the Jamillia's broken primary hyperdrive. Without it the star cruiser was confined to the immediate area, effectively. That wasn't all bad, though: the combined Naboo/Abregado-Rae flotilla was enough, currently, to secure the Dahrtag system.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Atrisia
Palace

[member="Akuma"]

She's wounded now, arm probably shattered into jelly. I press the advantage, moving forward as she somersaults backward through the air. A sharp gesture of her hand sends rubble shooting toward me. Without slowing, I squeeze the trigger and hard sound shatters them. Shards of permacrete pelt my duraplast armor like hail, likely leaving welts all across my body. Adrenaline filters out the pain.

Gritting my teeth I surge right for her, quick as a Nexu. I won't allow her to gain distance. As I run I flick the setting on my carbine to the alternate fire mode and squeeze the trigger. A horrible, ear-rending wail splits the air with enough decibels to put a wookiee on the ground. My helmet affords me protection from the eardrum bursting noise. I don't know about the Sith.

Before I get any further I feel a shift in the air. I don't know what I feel, it's instinctual, like an animal knowing a storm is coming. My head snaps to the left and I witness a solid wall of pyroclastic flow barreling toward the palace. Some sort of cataclysm is happening to this planet and I am stuck right in the middle. High speed winds pick me up like a child's doll and hurl me off my feet. I roll backward over my shoulder and skid to a halt, deeper inside the palace.

That's when the pyroclastic flow from that sentient volcano hits and everything disappears in a cloud of flesh searingly hot ash.

 

[Soeht]

Unmoving, Soeht silently stared at [member="Nick Sept"] as the ghost spoke. Only the sound of flowing water deep within the underground chamber replied to his questions.

When the ceiling above shook, Soeht turned his gaze upwards. Soeht continued to look toward the ceiling until Sept’s final question.

To that, Soeht looked back toward Sept and told him, “N͜͢o̧n̨e.”

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

CUVACIA
Bridge of the Anaxes
Enemies: [member="Maizono"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Jagger Fuga"]
Allies: [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Rach Vizla"]

Clank. Ryan magnetized his boots.

Danger sense tingled along the back of Ryan's neck. The Jedi took two steps back. A serendipitously placed ray shield sprang to life just where he'd been standing.

The droids opposite him attacked, using jetpacks to surge toward him. Reaching out in the Force, Ryan grabbed the lead droid and hurled it into its companions. The three of them collided, hard, and went down in a spray of sparks. That left only seven.

They opened fire with their blasters and Ryan's azure blade smacked the incoming bolts back at their sources. Droids started to drop quickly, smoking holes in their carapaces. He demagnetized his boots and pushed off the deck and into the middle of those who remained. A flurry of strokes seared through arms, wrists, cut blasters in half, and deprived others of heads.


When their smoking pieces lay scattered throughout the bridge, Korr grew still, heart hammering, breath sawing in and out. He took a deep breath, centered himself, then remagnetized his boots and stomped over to the abandoned helm of the Anaxes.

He tried tapping on some of the controls, but they were all shut down. The ship shuddered and groaned around his feet as Mandalorian fire raked it from bow to stern. Ryan grimaced. Best be elsewhere.

The Jedi plunged his blade into the deck and began cutting himself a hole into the level below.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

MEEGO'S STARSHIP EMPORIUM
NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM

Meego's might not be a household name, but by hook or by crook it had endured the better part of an millennium. All right, mainly by crook. If you were looking for gently used starship components with the serial numbers filed off, Meego's would suit every need you had.

On an individual level, that is. Considering the amount of refugee traffic landing on Necropolis, much of it reliant on damaged vessels, even the legendary junkpiles of Meego's might eventually run dry. One had to get creative: use a tachyon repressurizer instead of a kinetic realignment module, or a length of all-purpose tubing instead of coolant pipe. And every now and again, joy of joys, someone got a call from their insurance or from common sense and wrote off a ship. Such vessels could provide any number of spare parts -- Atrisian, Cuvacian, Thebeonese. Mainly Atrisian, really. This whole area had been dominated by the Kahoshi regime. Old Atrisian starships made up a non-negligible fraction of the junkyard behind Meego's, but newly junked ships brought with them fresh supplies of the few components that Atrisia had done well.

Including, for example, military-grade subspace comm suites. Sleeves rolled up, breathing a little harder than he'd like, Jasper took a break from what still needed doing. In a sheet-metal tent, he crouched over the suite and a generator, and bit by bit he pieced together what was happening in the sector.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Allies: The Dominion
Foes: Galactic Alliance

High above the world of Atrisia hung a singular Yuuzhan Vong carrier among the varied assortment of Sith and Alliance vessels. Though size was a factor in its aesthetic effect, there was an attention grabbing aura to it. The whole vessel was alive; living and breathing while smaller lifeforms called it their home. Coralskippers buzzed about with hivemind-like tenacity and it bristled to life the moment Judas stepped back aboard it.

"Alegar!" The Sith Lord snarled as he stormed the bridge with a scowl. "Why are we not on the ground yet?"

A taller, lankier being approached him with a cursory, toothy grin. "I was awaiting your orders, my Lord. I was unsure if you had decided to throw your lot in with these... these infidels." His words were harsh, guttural, and carried an accent not of this galaxy. They tended to hate learning Galactic Basic.

Judas furrowed his brow at that for a moment, then let it rest. Alegar was no moron and Judas had observed him growing in competence with each passing battle they entered. A good leader - a good warrior.

"Fetch me my things, Subcommander."

Alegar moved quickly, angling past several squads of Chazrach and their Yuuzhan Vong handlers. Judas followed as well, closing in to facilitate easier access. First was the armor, slipping on perfectly as if it were crafted solely for his frame. The sword came to rest upon his side and the heavy, towering shield remained tight in his grasp.

Whatever messages sent to him in these moments, they were void. The armor he wore, the ship he stood upon were all void from the Force. The Sith Lord boarded a Yorik-trema with a detachment of his best warriors, and dropped feet-first into this halestorm aimed at the capital.

 

[Seras Rose]

Location: Atrisia's surface, Souther Palace Entrance
Allies: GA, Six Troopers,
Enemies: Fighting with [member=Asajj], [member=Adas James Malgus] and his allies
Objective: Hold the Chokepoint against Sith Counter Attack and [member=Asajj]
Equipment: Yellow Lightsaber, Robes, Flare Gun (One Shot)
Song of Choice: Gospel of the Throttle - Minutes Til Midnight (Piano Cover)

After she had pulled off the quick and fast movement and destroyed the blaster, it took Seras a moment to master the pain that was assaulting her again from her left side. She was slowly managing to keep moving inspite of the injury and the pain caused by it but her movements were still slow from the pain. Even if her will was strong enough to work through the pain, her body had to get used to it.

As her opponent regained her sight and tossed her blaster aside Seras was back to moving porperly again. Seras tracked her with her eyes as Asajj leapt up into the air and came back down, blocking both of the first two strikes, though the one against her left side made her body shudder from the force of the blow. The next pair of strikes went at her left side from two directions, Seras blocking the first. The second made pain shoot through her side, Seras's own lightsaber getting knocked into her left shoulder, her eyes widening at the rookie mistake as she let out a sceam of pain. But this time the pain did not keep her from moving.

As Asajj started to land, she bullrushed her. First a hard force push at her chest to unbalance her and keep her from moving fast, Grace then holding her lightsaber up like she was aiming high. Then she dropped down and slashed as fast a she could at Asajj's legs, aiming at the knees. After this first slash came a second, quickly snapping around her blade and slashing in the direction of her back.

Her quick movements had a nasty toll however. After changing direction so quickly, Seras's side and shoulder payed the price. She could feel the slash on her side from the start of the fight widen, and the hit on her left shoulder would keep her left arm from raising above her shoulder level. Not that Seras knew any of this yet, the adrenaline that was going through her system was enough that she did not even yet notice such issues.

(OOC NOTE: Forgot to edit the equipment with what she lost, ie the Breastplate and one flare round. Edited properly now)

 

[Ignatius]

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

The front I had made against the man was lessened to just have smaller rocks smack into him. His charge at me was warranted to try and get me in. Backing off, he wanted to keep his ball rolling. He knew he would win in hand to hand combat. I didn't. I would have to be much stronger to face him if I wanted to be able to match him. My strength wouldn't be able to hold up against him. Hence the range. Yet when the man pulled the trigger, I found my ears bursting. Sound went to literally nothing. My head hurt as the sudden headache pounded against me. Even more so feeling the force draining from me as the man got closer.

I couldn't use the force like this. No. I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to just fight back with my bare hands and skill alone, but I would only die tired. I raised my hands holding the weapon with both hands. My left was barely on with the wounds I had taken, my hand shaking as I grasped it with as much strength as I could. When I could hear a howling. With a sudden boom sound. As the man was turning around to look, I could already clearly see a cloud of ash and a literal "storm" headed our way. I made a break for it. Not wasting any time to turn and run down the hall. Feeling the force once more come into my veins.

I ran as fast as I could. Hearing the hall behind me shudder as looked for anything. I was without armor. I needed something to protect myself. Finding dead soldiers, I slid on the ground towards them. Hiding myself visibly with the force. I was little more than a wraith as I lay under the bodies as the building came down. The walls crushing in on top of the bodies. The wind howling like a beast from the Netherworld.

As the blast was finally "done" All that could be heard was the wind. My hair stood on end. I had been shocked by coursing lightning of the dark side. My body was in absolute pain. I hated, loving it. The entire hallway, or what was once the hallway was completely blown in. Portions were on top of me. Slowly slinking my way out, I looked to see that the sky was dark with ash. Difficult to see me. Good. Staying within my stealth, I pressed on my hear, and in a very dry and harsh voice, and kept low just in case the soldier was still close.

"This is Akuma, Evacuating the hallways. Any survivors?"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

MEEGO'S STARSHIP EMPORIUM
NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM

The Atrisian subspace comm suite tapped into the system's local nodes nicely, though it lacked true interstellar range. The tap included a certain amount of automated decryption capability. Thus it was that, in perusing the airwaves (subspacewaves) for reliable insight on the sector's overall situation, Jasper first encountered 15Words.

15Words: simple concept. 'We work for the rights of Sith practitioners and the future of the Sith culture."
ChopChopChopShop: okay, so what does that mean on a day to day lvl?
15Words: uncoverNJO/SJO agitprop. find FS potentials before they do.
ChopChopChopShop: you work alone?"
15Words: Why are you asking me that?
ChopChopChopShop: just wondering if you needed an apprentice lol
15Words: no I don't have my own apprentice yet
15Words: but i'm not just screwing around on the holonet
15Words: yeah i meet people sometimes
15Words: just friends who like to talk about this stuff
15Words: You been tested?
ChopChopChopShop: 6500
15Words: oh yeah? not amazing but its not bad
15Words: i'm 7300 and my friend is 8100
ChopChopChopShop: feth
ChopChopChopShop: guess i'm not going to get picked up as an aprntc anytime soon
ChopChopChopShop: maybe ill go jedi lol
15Words: roflmao
15Words: you wont fit in there
15Words: too amny good questions lol
15Words: i could get you some material
ChopChopChopShop: like bookfiles?
15Words: nah i don't put that stuff on the holonet
15Words: a buddy of mine has a spare copy of some good stuff
15Words: not Book of Sith good but good
ChopChopChopShop: Book of Sith?? like scripture?
15Words: no just stuff ppl have written. important ppl in history
ChopChopChopShop: and i can't just get this on the holonet?
15Words: GA monitors everything. probably this too lol. hi korr
ChopChopChopShop: LOL ok so, if theyre watching everything what;s
15Words: i can set something up
ChopChopChopShop: oh ok
ChopChopChopShop: like your friend leaves the book somewhere for me?
15Words: yeah. dont worry too much about the jedi right now. they dont mess with ppl until you showem a red lightsaber lol
ChopChopChopShop: ok so where do i look for this stuff?
15Words: my friend will leave it at this one tomb
ChopChopChopShop: lol that really narrows it down
15Words: a special tomb

And thus it was that Jasper found himself at the tomb of Sycorax, an ancient witch. Concealed by a nearby crypt, along with the dubiously legal, highly modified swoop bike that had gotten him here so quickly, he waited in the dark. When the low-light camera mode on his datapad picked up movement, he clicked on a high-intensity glowrod. A robed figure froze in the spotlight.

"Hi there," said Jasper, getting off the swoop. "We should talk."

 

[Seria Ventreme]

(edits done, apologies)

]LOCATION: Palace
]ENEMIES: [member="Elpsis Elaris"]nemy and Co.
]ALLIES: [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Break"] and Co.

Seria leaped down from the palaces rooftop, dropping a few meters before landing on a smoother slope and skidding down towards those fighting below. She had spent a short time meditating on her emotions. Preparing herself for the battle that lay ahead as she focused her scattered thoughts and feelings into a single path of hatred that she could utilize against the forces below, and had changed into a new set of padded black robes that she wore in the traditional Anzati fashion. Above her, the sharpshooter division of the troops that once served her master Kruel. Had settled in with their rifles aimed at those GA forces below. They knew it was unlikely that they could actually hit those below if they aimed at separate targets due to their training by Kruel, and as such planned to overwhelm one target at a time with blaster fire until they fell. For now they aimed at [member="HK-36"] as directed by their officers, the droid was peculiar, well armed and so incredibly well armored a few of them might have felt jealous. More so, he represented an unknown variable. The Jedi were all the same, to be gunned down in any order and have the result be no different. But the droid. The droid could do anything.

Meanwhile, Seria landed with a loud thud, the bones in her legs prevented from breaking only by the thousands of micro-fractures she had received during her many years of often grueling martial training and an impressive healing factor having resulted in incredibly resilient limbs.

If the deaf woman was capable of focusing on everything that occurred within the battlefield without being overwhelmed by the sounds, she would likely have heard Seria coming. Charging towards her from behind with the speed of a Olympic level sprinter despite her inability to use the force to further empower her athletic ability. Once closer, Seria attempted to manipulate the woman's long red hair (the very reason hers was cut short), lifting it up from behind and twisting it from the sides as she attempted to block her non functional eyes and strangle her with it and tried to disrupt her focus. Once Seria perceived the actually blind woman's vision to be obscured and she had almost closed in, Seria sidestepped quickly from left to right to right to left again in a zig-zag pattern in an attempt to throw her predictions off, before finally kicking off from the ground and throwing a tornado style kick down at her head with the durasteel base of her freezeboot while attempting to avoid the path of her lightsaber. If it met the woman's body, the freezeboot would flash freeze a small but deep area, possibly enabling the shattering of her arm like glass.

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Allies: [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Darth Erebos"]
Enemies - anyone trying to kill the Prince

Serena had never sought power of any kind she was more the supporting cast to those around her, it was one of her weaknesses to not wish for greater. She could see that her son was stronger now, that whatever had happened during her blackout had given him something she had never encountered.

There was those around them she felt she could sense her weakness, to leave her son to protect him could open him up to harm. They did not know how the axe affected him, did not understand what had happened during his upbringing. There was one thing she could do even in this state.

Ren took a deep breath and slowly began to reinforce Adas, funneling her force presence to him. This effect would do two things, it would assure him of her presence, and that in turn will help him to focus more.

Ren now had another idea for years now she had been slipping around the tombs of dead Sith Lords excavating and learning their history. She had seen enough of these runes and their meanings to know the symbols, to know their power. She needed six...she turned and looked to the jar'kai, "You would do anything to protect Prince Adas, you have seen him since a small child. I need something of you now that is a greater sacrifice go to where we brought the stones of Korriban in, there a panel that was on the wall of King Adas' tomb it is marked in black, bring it to me, here..."

The soldiers went off to do what was asked she had recognized their faces they had been part of the group that had left with them, and had stayed with them all these years. They were devoted to protecting Adas. She only hoped that what she was planning would work.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

TOMB OF SYCORAX
DAHRTAG SYSTEM

Left hand: wrapped in cheap black fabric, the front of the kid's robes. Right hand: metal glowrod, reversed, high-beam warming the leg of his pants, pommel cap gleaming slick in the moonlight. Left knee: the kid's narrow stomach.

"So tell me again what the fifteen words were?"

"Get karked. My Master will-"

The glowrod laid open the kid's cheek. "I'm cool with that. In the meantime, what were the fifteen words again? 'We work to secure...'"

The kid spat blood. "We work for the rights of Sith practitioners and the future of the Sith culture."

"See, that's always seemed weird to me. It's not your culture, is it. I mean, your Master's Master's Master stole it from an actual Sith, with the red skin and all. Some old vases came through once with them on it. Red skin and these cool cheek tendrils, like droopy moustaches. And they were wearing this ornate gold armor that didn't cover a whole lot. Korriban's hot though, right?" Jasper gestured vaguely with the glowrod. "So what I'm saying is, it's cultural appropriation, right? Grab the bits you like, right down to the name, ignore the rest. I know if I was Force-sensitive I'd be pretty embarrassed to be, like, going to all that trouble to be a knockoff." Jasper played the glowrod's light around the graveyard, then trained it on the bruised face of 15Words the Sith cultist. He looked about twenty-three.

"When my Master gets here..." The kid cut himself off, expecting another strike. He swallowed blood and coughed. "When my Master gets here, you're a dead man."

"Yeah, maybe."

"Suicide by Sith Lord."

"I seriously doubt your Master is the real deal, Fifteen Words. If he is, what's he doing on this backwater scuzzball, in striking range of half a dozen Alliance Defense Force bases -- and not hooking up with the Sith party over at Atrisia?"

"Those pretenders have nothing s- nothing he wants."

"Far as I can tell, those 'pretenders' just ripped the feth out of about three Alliance fleets with their brains. Sounds like the genuine article to me. How about you? No, my guess is he's out of favor, too weak -- well, whatever the reason, they just don't want him. Oh, you're quiet. Okay, let's say I'm right. That means he knows for darn sure who they are and what they're up to. Nobody sets up shop that close to that much power, knowingly, especially when he...envies them. Yeah? Accurate?" He brought down the glowrod again and flinched at the sound of metal on scalp. The cultist groaned. "Accurate?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Mythos. Um, Mephirium. Erebos. Vulcanus. Those are the only names I know, I swear."

Jasper set the glowrod aside and rubbed the back of his neck. "So they're out to, what, run the place and wreck it if they can't?"

"Sure."

"Ehh, there's more. Keep talking."

"Well, my Master said Mythos loves his people."

"Meaning what, he dials the mindwhammy down to nine when he torches their planet?"

"Meaning he's weak, they all are."

"Hence pretenders? Selflessness is weakness?"

"It's not survival-optimized-" The kid broke off as Jasper rammed the glowrod into his ribs. "Feth. Feth. Feth." The kid was panting now. "What're you after, man? Whatever you want, I can get it for you." Crack. "Feth. Kark. What'd the Sith do to you? Huh?"

"Not a ton, I'll admit. Any number of odds and ends. Mainly you're just bad for business. I don't like your style. I don't like being called a lesser being because I've got less bacteria in my blood. I don't like moving around when Force cult A takes over from Force cult B. I wasn't too fond of what happened to my aunt and uncle for adopting a Forcer kid, a long while back. I used to like a girl from Togoria. You know; the little things." He glanced around, then stood in one convulsive motion and trained his glowrod behind him. A second black-robed figure stood there, hands clasped together and hidden in broad sleeves, hood low over the face. "You heard enough, lady?"

"I think so." The sleeve cuffs parted. One slim hand gestured. Behind Jasper, a neck snapped. "You lured me here. Why?"

"Figured it was as good a way as any to hear what's really going on in this fething sector."

"And I would talk to you -- again, why?"

"Because you were seen." Jasper tapped his ear. "Recon drone picked up your speeder. Traffic camera picked it up leaving town. Not quite enough to burn you. I've got no interest in knowing too much. Don't give me one." He wiped his glowrod on his pants. "Also did you a favor, winnowing out the chaff."

"Small favors."

"What can I say. I'm a giver."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Palace
[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Raph Thule"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Akuma"]

The Palace shuddered and Draco could feel the powerful Force Masters outside struggling with each other, battling for supremacy over the Force Storm. He felt the pressure begin to drain away, he felt the explosion start, and he felt it shrink into a blinding flash of Light. All things considered, Draco was more and more aware he was out of his league with all the Sith masters drawing out their trump cards. The largest example of power he'd been able to accomplish was with the assistance of two knights, and with a great deal of focus. Even then, he had been left utterly drained and exhausted, yet there seemed to be no end to the power of the Sith he was facing down now.

The good news was he had used none of his plethora of power and he and his gang of misfits and a witch had made their way into the palace. Jarl Volgrim towered over them as they dismounted, unable to exactly ride the massive bulk of the Basilisk War Droids, but they could still be of use. Trying to fight one in the confines of a building would likely result in the quick ends of many a young Atrisian warrior. The six Solus Nek lead the group, eager to fight, eager to die. "Hold back from them. Their ysalamiri aren't the most dangerous things they have. One would not want to be beside one when they die." Draco said as he slipped from the saddle, holding a hand to help the young witch that had rode with him. He waited until they advanced forward, moving down the stairwells of the palace in line with their mounts before he took another step, the titanic frame of Jarl Volgrim standing in the door frame.

"Alright, lets find a peon and pulp them." Draco said with a grin, pointing for the Jarl and warriors to go another way while he, Taryc, and their Basilisk would go the other. His communicator buzzed in his helmet and he glanced at it. Good, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. There were a few contacts on the HUD that he could sense in the Force. "That way?" He asked the woman beside him, pointing in the direction of Akuma, Raph Thule, and Dravis Rosilla. It hardly mattered who first to Draco, but it was high past time they started going through the ring leaders of this little organization. In truth, it was entirely up to his companion who they tried to kill to first.

//To: [member="Faith Organa"]
You just can't stay mad at me. Its cuz you'd miss my abs.

Its a war zone. The Sith have tried a couple of Sith Rituals, likely they will start again. I'd stay away from the capital, but I can't imagine the people still support them. The Sith have tried to wipe out their cities three or four times now.

Love you too, Ner Ahiraor. Still strangling Lindsey for letting you come here.
//End