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

[Kruel Zing]

Allies: [member="Phoebus"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Tarok"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Jagger Fuga"]
Enemies: GA & Allies [member="Ajira Cardei"]

Objective: Nom on Jedi

Flying through the skies at a slower pace than normal to better observe the surrounding of the capital Kruel looked down upon the streets filled with Atrisians. Kruel had personally never witnessed such a sight. The entire populace of a planet ready to lay down their lives, but what other choice did they have. This entire war had been perpetuated by the Galactic Alliance and their single-minded goal of wiping the Sith from the galaxy. The Sith would never truly die, even if every Lord upon this planet fell there would always be more to take their place. The battle between the Light and Dark would continue on as it always had, simply with different individuals to champion their side. Such were the thoughts that plagued Kruel’s mind as this battle was waged. Along with that the dragon deep within his chest pleaded to be released. To taste blood, to have his first true battle in eons.

Taking in a deep breath Kruel began to breathe out. The force offered no warning as his concentration was broken by a blasterbolt to his shoulder. One of the benefits of being a dashade was the heat dissipation his kind had been birthed with. While this was meant to confound sensors and such it lightened the impact of the blasterbolt till it was nothing but a near black mark upon his skin drawing smoke from the dark robes around it. It was only through the reflexes he’d been birthed with that he could track where the next shots came from. Reflexes that allowed Dashade to match force users. The next three struck Ambroscus’ body and in response the Dashade didn’t even flinch looking at the shadows from which the shots had come. A smile touching his face Kruel let himself fall from the air.

Gravity seized the behemoth pulling him to the earth. His black cloak billowed in the wind as Kruel let it appear as though he’d been shot down. The correcting himself he sped his descent up through the force. Around the Dashade layers of telekinetic energy would form themselves as he propelled himself to the ground. Upon impact a massive telekinetic shockwave was emitted. The street was torn asunder as from the impact zone a telekinetic wave was released aimed straight down the alley from which the shots had been fired. The cloud of dust and rubble would split revealing the Dashade who roared his mouth opening wide the long serpent like tongue lashing at the air.

 

[Tarok]

Post:3
Allies: sith
Enemies:GA
Tarok was interrupted by a giant lizard, seemed he wanted to join his in the defences and tarok saw no reason to refuse help not now. He spoke iron in his voice "I welcome you help friend take up anywhere you want, you know your men best. I have a comm station set up should you choose to hang back, but i for one will be with my men." He was interrupted again by another an officer commed him " Sir seems the king has of this world has gave command of a part of the shield to a corpse." Whatever this man was talking about tarok didn't have time to argue about command " Fine whatever follow his orders so long as they seem sane" the battle awaited him this was it death and glory his. The men were ready the line has been draw whoever came had a fight coming if they wanted to shut down this generator. He gave one speech to his men before the silence would be on them. "Men! this day could be our last or it could be just another day. Know this we will fight to the last man this land shall be soaked in our enemies blood! We will never give an inch while were alive. For the glory of our lord! for our emperor! for the dominion!"
[member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]

https://youtu.be/_IA2ilVsfWg

 

[Warden T. Abroms]

A trooper breaks the quite held by Darth Malakai's escort.
"Hey, Sergeant, you hearing all this chatter over the comms? Things are getting pretty crazy up there."

"Now don' be gettin' antsy on me, soldier. we're just gonna have t'wait our turn for the party to come to us. Till then just sit back and enjoy the fireworks. S'all we can do."

Sergeant Abroms claps a hand on the Sith lord's shoulder, something any other trooper would have never considered doing.
"Sounds like our boys are in for quite the fight, partner. Third squad stands ready"

[member="Darth Malakai"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UksDKoCqbd4​

Location: High Orbit around Atrisia
Post: 2/20
Enemies: Tea thieves
Allies: Barristas everywhere...

They had threatened his tea supply... This was NOT cool...

So, in reponse he had activated several comms units and put his corporate assets to work.... [member="Cerita Sarova"] might be the CEO, but he had enough pull as her equal and COO to command the fleet. And most knew better than to threaten a possibly mad Sith Sorcerer when concerned with his tea. So the pale skinned sorcerer sat at the helm of the First Fleet of Akure Executive Interstellar flagship, as they emerged onto the edge of the planets space in a full defensive array. It was as if hell had opened up and spawned it's cohorts unto the skies above Atrisia. And, as Ostanes opened his eyes, from sclera to iris to pupil. A wave of utter unease and plain wrongness emanated from the ship he was on, and he rose from the command throne, gesturing to the commander of the 117th Assault Fleet, who took command. Not a ship opened fire, but rather took up a shielding formation around his ship, threatening on the side of space.

As he walked through the bowels of the ship, he pointed out various peons and acolytes, whom his ascended tu'kata grabbed from the halls, until several dozen extraneous support staff followed behind him. Eventually they entered into a spacious hangar, which had been prepared for spellwork as best as the possessed Shi'ido could in his haste. Swaying madly to the beat and melody of some unheard music, he gestured like a conductor directing an unseen orchestra, and the collected minions were chained with rune-marked durasteel chains to posts secured to the ground of the hangar turned ritual space. As he walked about, he began scattering precious Korribanite sand in handfuls, the grains flying freely.

Each sacrifice was sprayed with a pinch of the sand in the face, Before he moved on, he would squeeze his thumb, or another finger, cutting it with a sacrificial knife to smear a different Sith rune or other symbol on the sacrifices forehead. As of yet, there was no chanting, but already those particularly gifted with the Force or Arcane abilities would notice a building of something wrong growing in the immediate area. The ships would not identify as either allied to the Sith or the Alliance, and indeed the fleet had been inactive for so many years it would likely not be readily remembered by any, and the IFF's merely routed to various famous ships scuttled in battle. A thin smile crept onto the Sorcerers face as tendrils of energy began to seep from the corners of his eyes, the being known as Obeah exerting his influence on the material realm.

Spoiler

Akure Executive Interstellar​

First Fleet: 12,440m​

Crewed almost entirely by veterans of the 117th Assault Fleet who,​

at the Battle of Polis Massa, gained powerful resistance to Phobis devices​

and many other forms of broad-scale mental influence.​

(Event reward -- Dark Harvest: Dead Space.)​

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3x Corvette Interception Wing: 610m (1,830m total)
-2x Nebula-class Corvette: 180m: Speed 4/10: Hyperdrive 2: +Brawler
-5x Winter Eagle-class Recon Cutter: 50m: Speed 4/10: Hyperdrive 1: +Tiny, +Brawler

2x Frigate Interdiction Wing: 720m (1,440m total)
-1x Privateer-class Frigate: 280m: Speed 4/10: Hyperdrive 1: +Interdiction
-2x Haran'uliik-class Frigate: 220m: Speed 4/10: Hyperdrive 1.5: +Vulcan

2x Battleship Assault Wing: 2,300m (4,600m total)
-2x Keldabe-class Battleship: 750m: Speed 6/10: Hyperdrive 2: +Brawler, +Flak, +Ewar
-2x in Hanger Tegaanalir-class Patrol Ship: 50m: Speed 4/10: Hyperdrive 2:
-1x Wasp-B Heavy Cruiser: 800m: Speed 6/10: Hyperdrive 1: +Ewar broadsides, +Boarder
-6x in Hanger Okyaab-class Freighter: 90m: Speed 4/10: Hyperdrive 0.6:

1x Escorted Star Destroyer: 2,950m
-1x Permanence-class Battleship: 1,600m: Speed 8/10: Hyperdrive 1: +Carrier, +AA,
-3x Krayt-class Light Cruiser: 450m: Speed 5/10: Hyperdrive 2: +Interdiction, +AA
-2x in Hanger Winter Eagle-class Patrol Cutter: 50m: Speed 4/10: Hyperdrive 1:

1x Star Destroyer Recon/Assault Wing: 1,620m
-1x Attrition II-class Light Star Destroyer: 1,200m: Speed 13/20: Hyperdrive 1: +Stealth
-1x Seroth-class Frigate 'Defiance' (borrowed on occasion): 210m: Speed 5.5: Hyperdrive 1: +Artillery, +Brawler
-2x Penumbra-class Corvette: 105m: Speed 3.5/10: Hyperdrive 1: +Interdiction

 

[Sieb Tevv]

Orbalisk boarding shuttles did not do hangar bays. Mostly because they could latch onto the hulls of capital ships, cut a nice round hole in them, and then pump them full of grumpy vachead marines. They proceeded to do exactly this, with varying results.

In the meantime, Sieb felt fairly confident in the ability of his Task Force to trade broadsides with the smaller enemy force.

"What's the status on interdiction?" He asked the bridge pit.

"The Naboo deployed a number of interdiction probes. They should stop any attempts to escape the system. If not, Warleader Vereen brought interdiction capabilities with him. We should be covered on this front, sir."

"Good. Trade tactical data with Warleader Vereen so he doesn't accidentally end up firing on our shuttles. Carry on."

It was at that point that Sieb Tevv noticed the tactical display shift as new ships promptly exited hyperspace.

He found breathing suddenly quite difficult.

[member="Ostanes"] | [member="Jagger Fuga"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Lady Shambleau"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

LOCATION: Aft of the GADF fleet under Sieb Tevv.

The Naboo ships had a variety of means whereby they could deploy grav wells large and small. Tactical Interdiction and customs probes launched from the Aphelion, the Jamillia, and the latter's scout ships of various kinds. The Jamillia herself boasted two large gravity well projectors. And both she and the probes, not to mention the scout ships, kept scanning merrily. It really was a good day to scan.

Potential problem: the newly arrived Akure Interstellar fleet, twice the size of the GADF contingent. And of uncertain allegiance - whose side were they on?

The Naboo ships scanned furiously.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Ostanes"]

A quiet voice whispered in Ostanes' ear.

"Kill the Sith. Tear down their pride. The fool king of this world is the one who has appropriated the tea. The Alliance cowers before you. Why waste your time on them? Kill the worthless Sith. Kill them all. Harry their might and smash their vengeance. Hammer them until they buckle. Crack their dull edge. Reclaim what you desire. Ruin them, ruin them, send them to me in the Field of Blades, ruin them..."

The whisperer went on as only the dead can, single-minded as a Republic apologist, dull as a Jedi conclave.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Post 4

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"Push for the planet, leave Graviton Interdiction missiles in our wake. I don't like the idea of people coming out of Hyperspace behind us." The captain of the Kandosii was a tall blonde man well out of the prime of his life. "Warden to cover the Alliance's back. How do they blockade a planet but not bring a single interdictor I'll never understand?" The Mandalorian ships were quick, very quick. That was their thing. Blitzkrieg was fun, and Mandalorians seemed to enjoy it.

"All weapons Hot. All Snub craft in screen formation. Missile Defenses online. Prepare for Planetary strikes." Tet Vizla was no Rach Vizla, but he did alright. He was the best Draco could get on short notice anyways. Heavy weapons fire from the pair of Bes'drahrs pushing for the planet lanced out from their spear shaped hulls towards the Corvettes fleeing towards, an as of yet unknown Space Station. "Tell the new Fleet who the hell we are. And someone figure out who the hell they are."

[member="Ostanes"]
<ArmaTech Fleet Vessels representing Alor Vereen, Shukalar of the Mandalorian Clans. Identify?>

Draco shrugged, laughing with his men while the ships of the Clans pushed towards the planet, peppering the escorts that fired on the Galactic Alliance with intense heavy laser and mass driver fire, striking out at them with barrages of fire power from the trio of battleships currently in the service of the Mandalorians. Planetary Shields, no doubt Planetary Defenses.

See the thing about firing out of Shutter Shields, was that part of the shield had to open to fire out, which meant that the weapon would be exposed for some duration of time. Even a good shield crew needed a handful of seconds, and the area they left undefended was quite large at that. And that was when not trying to coordinate firing lanes and flight paths on a dime. So the question was, do you risk a Nuclear Bombardment to shoot out, or do you play it safe and hold fire? Either way, there were Mandalorian missile batteries pointed at the planet loaded up, waiting for the Atrisians to roll those risky, risky dice.

Ships and Stuff

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

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

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

CVS Warden-class Sentinel Frigate Witch Sight

[member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Lady Shambleau"] [member="Ostanes"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Darth Mephirium"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Location: Graug Hallow, Foot of Mount Giju (5 miles from Shield Generator)
Post: 1/20
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance
Allies: The Dominion, The Graug

The Blood God was pleased with his children. After the battle of Adumar, The Great Horde had time to expand its horizons to conquests further from Kalee. While millions continued to wage bloody conflict with The Crusaders, millions more rode stolen transports across the stars and back to their homeplanet; only to launch the colonization of Atrisia alongside their new Dominion allies. The digging began just a few miles from a active volcano on the planet and quickly, with beast and slave, the monstrocities of Gratos had built a small hallow that stretched for miles around the the Volcano. While the numbers were small, only a few thousand warriors at this point, it would make for a perfect defense position against invaders.

Vulcanus sat upon an obsedian throne resting on the backs of twelve human slaves, mouths sown shut. Horde Guard surrounded him on all sides, forcing slaves to their knees before bringing metal clubs down on their skulls. Blood sprayed across the floor, creating a crimson pool that priests quickly gathered by hand. Chanting in rehearsed Sith Tongue, they began sprawling Sith and Graug glyphs across the floor in a ritualistic circle with Vulcanus at its center. The blood ran like rivers around the circle, priests howling in twisted tongues as they slathered themselves and the ground in the blood of the innocent.

"Chwûqkut kots nuyak laikas!" The caverns echoed the booming howl of The Sith Lord as he began the first phase of his ritual to bring fire upon the enemy from deep within the planet's core. The priests roared in unison, repeating the words as they continued to paint the blood of slaves across the cavern walls.

It would be from here, two kilometers below the surface, that Vulcanus would conduct his ritual. There was only entrance to the Hallows at this point, but the numbers were small; making the caverns anything but impenetrable as other Gruag hives were rumored as being. Still, beast and warrior alike would die to protect their demi-god lord at the heart of the caverns.

"Today, my power will be made known. The Graug shall be feared by all!" Chants. Roars and the banging of claws on armor. The tide of blood would soon wash over Atrisia as it had on Adumar.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: High Orbit around Atrisia
Post: 4/20
Enemies: Tea Thieves
Allies: Barristas everywhere...

The fleet, as it detected scanners and sensors, began powering up. It did not yet fire, but the stance was clearly shifted from defensive to battle ready. Generators thrummed deep in the acrid bowels of the ships as they came to full battle ready. Crews manned stations, and friends and recruits from dozens of battles readied themselves for what might be their last battles. Fathers bid goodbye to their sons and wives and daughters on holocalls and went to obey the whims and orders of a mad-man. Targeting vectors were drawn up, plotted, and resolved, and battle plans were formulated with possible responses from local and Alliance forces. Whatever the purpose of these ships, whoever they belonged to, they clearly had no firm allies and their purpose remained a mystery.

Inside the ship, Ostanes approached a young boy, maybe ten years old. Throughout the ritual he had remained stoic, glaring at the Sorcerer, and even tried to spit at him when his turn to have the blood-rune applied had come. This one had nerves of steel, and courage in spades. And so the blade from his waist-belt came out, a gleaming talon of some unknown sithspawn that radiated faintly of hunger and filled the air around its' wielder with the smell of rotting flesh days in the sun and putrefied blood. The edge of the claw, gleaming sickly bright, raised up, and Ostanes drug it along his own arm, carving a series of flesh into the inside of his left arm. Without warning, the blade rose, dripping blood slowly, and down it came. It pierced through the skull of the boy, who in the last moments remained true, glaring at Ostanes, who for a moment flickered, as the boys eyes seemed to echo [member="Ember Rekali"] and his glares.

Through the third eye went the blade, and Ostanes wrenched it out and walked to the center of the ritual space, dripping blood into the brazier there from the knife as it roared to life. All Draco would feel was a mad laughter in his mind, growing in volume and intensity, clearly the mirth of an unhinged man, as the space around the ship of Ostanes began to seem to drink in the light of the stars around him. But nothing of his old friend remained in that presence, though Draco might realize Obeahs' oily aura. The Force itself seemed to cry out in pain and sensitives nearer the ship would begin to feel nauseous and unwell, as if the beginnings of a flu. Ostanes was no more, and the eyes of Obeah stared out from a lifeless face.

[member="Mythos"] | [member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Enma Jayss]

Today there was a seriousness to the Hybrid's usual neutrality. She stood and walked behind her Master, her blind eyes being more insightful than the ones of her peers who did not suffer from this racial trait. The Force powered them. She silently followed the Sith Lords, only shifting her attention to offer a nod to [member="Darth Malakai"] as he departed from them to guide the forces that would be protecting the palace during the Dark Lord's stay. She had grown some sort of trust in Mephirium's favorite. She was on good terms with the man. She then assessed [member="Grace Darkson"] and also nodded once, slightly in recognition. Her she did not know that much.

They were inside the palace and the only effort of appreciating it that the Hybrid did was taking notice of its structure and of possible exits. She was naturally a cautious being. Then the Sith Lords and a man she did not know started conversing. She simply stood, forever in her straight, open and prepared stance, her attention ever present and ready.

[member="Darth Mephirium"]
[member="Mythos"]
[member="Kruel Zing"]

 

[Kaili Talith]

“What do you mean I can’t come through?!” The shriek of one Kaili Talith roared into the microphone as if she tried to deafen the man on the other end. “My name is Kaili-” The girl let out a frustrated groan. “I want to speak to you supervisor. Now.”

She was well-aware that such was not the ways in which a person would be allowed through a blockade but temper don’t care. The man eventually had enough of the woman’s screaming and promptly shut down the channel without anything even resembling a ‘goodbye.’ A frustrated girl grabbed whatever was at hand in her ship and tossed it as far and as hard as she could in whatever direction felt the most appropriate. Sparks flew as motherboards cracked and batteries were battered. Kaili’s work pad was no more but that mattered little to her. She grabbed her coat and stepped outside again. There had to be a way through this stupid blockade and she was going to find it.

Her hand raised towards the ship, her loading ramp promptly raised by the ever vigilant Henry who would remain on guard duty until the girl returned. She stepped inside the passenger’s lounge and took a quick look around. She wasn’t in the capital for this one, but the city still remained rather big. The streets weren’t crowded and neither was the lounge she found herself in. Kaili took a single step before everyone’s holodevices, except her own, started to beep and bleep with activity.

The king relayed a message, encouraged everyone to partake in defense of the home.

And everyone did partake in the defense of their home.

The office that Kaili had so desperately tried to seek out was closed up before she could do anything about it. A few moments later both the director and the secretary both came skipping out into the hallway, blasters in hand and vibrosword on their backs.

“Oh, karking- COME ON!” A very frustrated Tourist Talith groaned again. The hallways cleared until all that remained was the blonde and her own sense of confusion and immense irritation.

The door behind her opened again, someone grabbed her shoulder, turned her around and pushed a blaster into her arms.

“What are you standing around for?!” A woman that Kaili had never met before barked.

“I- uh…” Kaili uttered in sheer surprise.

“Well, we don’t have time to talk, we need to rally with the others!” The woman offered Kaili little in the way of a choice before she proceeded to push Kaili in the direction of where the others had been heading.

“But I-”

“Less talking, more defending our sovereign rights as a people against the Galactic Liabilities!”

Kaili couldn’t stop blinking. What was even going on at this point?

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Field of Blades, Netherworld.
Sole Enemy: [member="Ember Rekali"]

The battles of real space pleased Kezeroth. Death made him bitter so very much and he did not like other ghosts messing up Galactic Chess of Conquer. " Ember..." he said through his teeth. His spectral fists balled tight. The field of blades was vast and yet he knew exactly where Embers little camp was. He was the only ghost that actually camped out. "You scheme and mettle! Im sick of it! " he shouted from several meter away and leaped into the air ready to smash the old man into bits... or eh force dust.

"Stop messing with poodoo!" he screamed

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Post: I
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
DULVOYINN, THE DEEP CORE
New Jedi Order Forward Outpost

The young Hapan Jedi currently resided in the training room of the base, firmly grasping her lightsaber as the shimmering blue blade impacted training dummies. It had been several years since she joined the New Jedi Order (and by extension the Galactic Alliance), yet she was still getting used to the swiftness involved when properly wielding a lightsaber. The brunette was also still frustrated that despite all of the training she was receiving, she had only learned the art of telekinesis, which had its merits but was rather boring after years.

She grimaced as she unknowingly beheaded one of the dummies. Nataya gave a look of exasperation before deactivating her lightsaber and walking out, completely oblivious to the smoking dummy head rolling across the floor. On her way to doing absolutely nothing, the girl overheard someone speaking.

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

This piqued Nataya's interest, so she did the straightforward thing and just walked in. "What's going on at Atrisia?" She asked innocently, hoping to acquire some form of information from the knight she recognized as Rhen Qel-Droma.

 

[Mythos]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65tZ5XFb_gU
The ground shakes... and it wasn't the march. "My lord! There is an Earthquake! Reports have a Volcano erupting! The Graug are joining our ranks!"

Mythos blinked, trying to process this information. He shook his head and focused on the officer, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Have the Graug escort Wilo to the caverns, set up an artillery parameter behind the mountains. If they want a war on the ground, they won't win." The officer Mythos spoke to rushed off at high speed. The Graug came with toys, Sonic blaster rifles soon made their way into the hands of the soldiers of Atrisia, replacing the more antiquated yet no less reliable E-11. With the bolstering forces of the Dominion and the power of the newly emboldened Atrisian legions Mythos gave the order for the Mobile infantry to assemble and prepare. A concept Mythos had been entertaining and now was ready to have them deployed. Prototype vehicles with mounted Ion canons and missile launchers revved the engines and began their deployment, a heavy score of Atrisian heavy Infantry manned the vehicles and set up in various positions inside the forests of the Mukashe Cante. They were a force to be deployed only when needed, a special strike force meant to hit hard and fast then move back or support infantry with a direct assault.

The Graug were impressive, Mythos had never seen them up close yet but he had heard and read about them extensively. Massive bulking creatures, they would do well against holding a main assault while the Atrisian Army held back and stayed fresh to end the kill. Above the sky in Atrisia the OS blades soared high, Atrisian Surface Air power was next to none in the system and the pilots were veterans of wars while in the One Sith. Aces flew high, men and women with a score of kills big enough to warrant medals. Mythos envied them.... he wanted nothing more than to fly and dogfight... yet he was needed here, in the ground next to his men holding the line and leading the battle.

Mythos was severed from the force...but he wasn't dead from it. So when a beating heart started pounding off the side of the road Mythos could not help but feel uneasy and drawn to it, off the beaten path and in a graveyard of ancient Atrisian warriors Mythos saw something glimmer in the distance. It drew him, he had not felt the force in so long it was a wash of nostalgia and eerie strength. A familiar voice echoed in his mind, there was something here that beckoned him to the graveyard... to the tomb of a fallen Hero of ages past but why? Why did the force now after so many years beckon him to this lonely grave? Before Mythos could even ponder the answer... he was already walking towards it.

[member="Nataya Graf"] [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Enma Jayss"] @Ostanes @Draco Vereen [member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Tarok"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Kruel Zing"]​

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Adele Adonai"]

"It is not easy to come back to the light," he sighed. Leaning forwards his head hung in the space of the locker. His hands didn't reach for his weapons. He didn't need to add the redundant statement that they both knew this to be true. His shoulders sloped as he carried on. "It's painful, it's hard. Especially when you can't see why you should have to. He doesn't trust me. But I have to do what's right."

If he could sink further into the locker he would have done. "Even if he never looks to me as a father again. I'll have done the right thing."

Drawing himself back up Jacen busied himself with grabbing his gear. The last thing he took was the shield made of akk dog scales. "I'm tired of doing the right thing, but I'll do what's right for him," he announced. Even if it wasn't what he wanted, which was just to see some affection in his son's eyes once more.

"Erebos is down there and more dark things. I have a mind to ensure they don't trouble the galaxy again." He would need allies for the job. The likes of [member="Aela Talith"] and [member="Gabriel Sionoma"].

 

[Hawke]

Hawke sat back comfortably in the commanders chair of a small cruiser. A cup of the finest tea from the world below in her hand. A certain someone would and will kill for at the moment. Hawke surveyed the battle from afar. While she was a fully battle capable commander. The duty of fighting the enemy fleet fell to Grand Admiral [member="Jagger Fuga"] and his subordinates. [member="Mythos"] had hired her as an advisor only. So advise she would.

It was a short moment to contact Fuga. "Grand Admiral. This is Katamirth. Update for you. New unknown fleet has entered the system and set up in a tight defensive pattern. No idea if they're friendly or not, I will make contact and figure that out. They've yet to attack anything yet. The planetary shield are holding at 100%. The Mandalorian task force is moving up the line to make a move on it. I'd keep our ground based guns silent so nothing gets by. Lastly, I suggest to go on a full offensive while the GA fleet is organizing still. They've deployed interdicion probes so nothing can escape. Including themselves. We have the numbers to break them now before any reinforcements may arrive. Take my advice or not Fuga. I'll contact the unknown fleet now. Katamirth out."


A hailing message was sent out to [member="Ostanes"]' fleet. Hawke wished to talk to its commander and get the low down on what they were doing here. She was certainly hoping they were going to help. Another enemy fleet would tip the scales.

 

[Adele Adonai]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]​

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'For him?' came the soft inquiry, a breathy pause.

'Or for yourself?' bold, perhaps, but the mind carries no tact when confronted with a mirror.

Every song quotes his father, in words and in deeds. Present afflictions aside, it would take time. Time that Jacen had to take himself, that he still struggled through. Much in the same that the Iridonian had down on her own.

'One may not move a mountain in a day but be assured that time will erode to dust.'

There was fear in him. Shame. Guilt. Melancholy.

'The journey of a thousand kilometers must begin with a single step.'

 

[Asmus Janes]

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

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[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Two – Flight Officer [member="Aedan Lochlan"] “Beardface” [OCC LOA][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Ben Carlin"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Four – Vacant[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Five – Lieutenant [member="Loske Matson"] [OCC LOA][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Six – Flight Officier [member="Cal Sedaire"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Seven - Lieutenant [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Eight – Flight Officer [member="Vale Endriss"] "Eight Ball"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Nine/XO –[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Ten – Vacant[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Eleven – Vacant[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Twelve – Vacant[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Thirteen – Flight Officer [member="Allyson Locke"] “Lucky”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rogue Fourteen – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPZigWFyK2o​

“Green Leader standing by.”

“Red Leader standing by.”

“Blue Leader standing by.”

“Rogue Leader. Standing by,” Asmus called. With a flick of a switch he changed to his squadron channel. “Alright Rogues, attack position. Keep tight, there are some old One Sith fighters out though. Nimble things and possibly veterans behind the stick. Don’t fight their way. Work together and dictate the pace of the engagement.”

It was a damned shame the Immortal-class vessel had left already. Those things were very poorly named in his opinion. A blind spot the size of a moon in their rear which had been exploited time and again by Republic and Alliance vessels alike.

Delicate motions of the control stick kept his TR-20 aligned with the squadron. “Green Squadron, we’ll move ahead and clear a path so you can make your attack run. Command give us a target.”

 

[Choli Vyn]

|| Rogue Squadron
[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Ben Carlin"] @Zark
| 4 |

[ Rogue Seven standing by. ] R4-D9 gave an affirmative beep right after Choli's prompt. The girl had been in the middle of a sabaac card game when the klaxons erupted in alarm. Being on standby hours meant that the girl wasn't going to be able to slack off since she was on call.

All the rest of the GADF squadrons were in their snubfighters. Green, Red, Blue, Wild Knights and Rogue. Clicking her tongue, the olive skinned girl adjusted her helm and checked her visor. One last review of preflight procedures and her TR-20 shot out of the hanger to join the others.