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

Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

She spotted the shard and couldn't help but squeeze her eyes shut and pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Alright, we can figure this out. We can get this sorted," she muttered to herself at the news. With a sigh, she looked up and took the bundle of clothing and set them on the cot beside her.

"I don't have anything to barter with other than credits, unfortunately," she stated as she tried to stand up again. Her knees constantly threatened to collapse under her, but without the weight of the armor she found she could stand for short periods of time, if only barely. Bracing herself slightly against the locker, she started to pull off the armorweave bodysuit she wore beneath her armor, revealing a basic tank top and athletic shorts. "So credits will have to do for now."

She understood the need for parts, but there wasn't much she could do about that right now. At least, not without calling back home for help and materials, which was ultimately out of the question for her. Admittedly, she wouldn't mind the technical expertise of her father or mother. Hell, she'd be happy to have her sister here to tinker and fix things that she couldn't figure out.

"The parts you need, for this thing or in general, is there anything nearby that might have them? Planet-side or in the system or whatever? You still never told me your name, either."

As she spoke, she balled up the undersuit and pulled out the bundle to reveal a shirt and a pair of pants with a set of low boots. Without waiting for a response, she started to pull the shirt over her head, mindful not to pull her own hair and hoping her legs held up a little longer.
 

Ranga Desilijic Boga

SCUBA Captain. Merc. MOTM Dec. 2016
Post 10
Location: Thebeon Space
Allies and Enemies and such: You know the drill
Objective: Converse, why not?

Tuuka stood angered.

"Dammit Ranga, he knows who we are!"

"Well how do you know that? Did he say it?"

The Weequay paced around nervously.

"He keeps asking who we are and if we are fighting the GA, doesn't that sound weird to you? If it were me I'd blow the top off the guy."

Ranga waved his hand at him.

"Let him know what we are doing, it won't matter. What can he do to us?"

Tuuka nodded and flipped on the comm again.

To answer your question, yes [member="Jorus Merrill"] , yes we are. Over."
 
Tony felt the power surge through his veins, his very being. He basked in its warmth. Unless the woman escaped she'd soon be nothing more than a husk of her former self.

In a last ditch effort to escape she atempted to bite him. Tony merely met her head with his own and head butted her. Blood trickled down his forehead and he smiled from the ecstasy that filled his body. He had never absorbed a force user before...

[member="Mala Arar"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
NEAR TOMB OF SYCORAX
PLANET NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM
[member="Ta'yise Betna"]

He turned around to give her some privacy. After mild prodding, Saul turned also. "Saul, you got the list for me?"

"Here you go, boss."

Jasper accepted the grimy datapad. "Go make sure Sten doesn't drop us on Weebo's."

The list turned out to be rough but not horrible. "I've got about a third of this at the yard," he said to the girl changing clothes behind him, "and I can rustle up another third of it, maybe more. There's a couple things that everyone's short of. Alluvial dampers, for one, are like aurodium right now." He contemplated hailing the Naboo/Abregado-Rae flotilla in orbit, but that wasn't the kind of attention he would enjoy. Plus they probably didn't have much to spare in any case. "You get me...call it seventy thousand, that'll cover parts and labor in our sadly depreciated environment, and I'll make it work. Good as new or better. Should even be able to get the cloak housing up to spec, with or without replacing the stygium crystals. Heck, I could tack on a pair of thrust trace dampers at cost. Every stealth ship needs'em, and my cousin happens to have a set."

The Pathfinder shuddered. "We've landed," he said, perhaps unnecessarily.
 

Aerion Ivelisse

Guest
A
Nearby People: [member="Reverance"], [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Alecandria"], [member="Darth Vitium"]

Aerion had been on his way for the Palace where so many others were already fighting. Sith, Jedi, Dark Jedi, whatever they wanted to call themselves, they were there already. He didn't know who they were exactly, or at all, but he figured that those who supposedly fought on the side of the Galactic Alliance and their allies would be able to stall out long enough for him to investigate other things. He had a single track mind for hunting down Sith. Young Ivelisse was deadset on it.

Oh well.

Something within him stirred as he heard, or rather, felt a call through the Force. It resonated deep within him, but there was no reason as to why it did so. It was away from the Palace, directing him some ways off. Rarely did he believe the Force had something in store for him. The Force didn't care what happened to anyone. It just existed. But still, something in the back of his mind whispered to him, telling him that he should be there. Whether it was a greater threat, or if something in his future would change because of this event, he didn't know.

Not that he believed in that last part about destiny though. He was just a Jedi because his father was.

The previously limping form of the Colonel turned. Changing directions for the area he felt the call in. Perhaps when he got closer, [member="Darth Mephirium"] would've felt a familiar, or rather, similar feel to that of [member="Zaren Bouqi"]. The Jedi Master Bishop that had originally 'captured' him at Onderon when he was on the run, and vouched for him in the Jedi. Perhaps the sole person that Zaren Bouqi had ever believed could be redeemed. Shame that he had turned back to the Dark Side. Even more so that Aerion didn't know who Graxin Rade was.

Regardless, he was on the move, and with him? Probably nothing, due to his lack of belief in his own importance.
 
[member="Ranga Desilijic Boga"]
SPACE OVER THEBEON
NOT NEAR FLEET BATTLE

Jorus let out a long breath as the belated answer came in. "Well, that's a problem, isn't it. I may not be Alliance, but they're the next best thing to civilization, and anyone who throws in with the Vong against them -- on the side of something called the Dominion -- well, that sounds downright unneighbourly. I don't really have the authority to arrest you, I'm way outside my jurisdiction, but I'm getting some odd sensor readings from the surface. Now, based on your trajectory, you want to tell me why you took off from a contested city where some big fething explosions went off? Smoke in the sky, bub. Lots and lots of smoke. So here's the plan. I've got a couple ion cannons trained on your butt, the real special shield-piercing kind. You want to put me on the horn with whoever you keep running off to talk to? Captain...Ranga, maybe?"
 

Ranga Desilijic Boga

SCUBA Captain. Merc. MOTM Dec. 2016
Post 11
Location: Thebeon Space
Objective: Ranga speaks with [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Tuuka wasn't too impressed.

"Well, seeming how you've only got ship disabling cannons pointed at us, that's the least I can do. Ranga, the man wants to speak to you. Be cautious, he's armed and ready."

Ranga slithered over to the comm. By now Ranga has not really understood why this man was out here. Was he a poser, or maybe was he sent here to kill him? Either way the man was odd, but he now needed to keep peace.

"This is SCUBA Captain Ranga speaking, how may I help you?"
 
[member="Ranga Desilijic Boga"]

THEBEON
SPACE
NOT BATTLE

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Captain Merrill. Your associate has given me to understand that you answer to something called the Dominion. Who or what is the Dominion? One Sith successor state, I'm assuming, if it's trading punches with the Galactic Alliance on the ground and in space. If I'm wrong, enlighten me."

He flicked a button on the joystick, and the reticle altered slightly as the fire mode switched over to the ion cannons. They were alien tech, from an obscure and remote corner of Wild Space; they'd ignore pretty much any shield known to man. Secret, very secret, but they were also heavy enough that their effectiveness could be easily mistaken for standard ion fire just overwhelming the shields. As of yet, he didn't fire.

"So yeah, that's all I want to know. Who's involved in the Dominion? Who's in charge?"
 
Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

The mild jolt was barely noticeable to most, but for Ta'yise she was glad that she'd taken the opportunity to sit down to pull on her shoes. Clothes donned, shoes tied, and generally ready to go outside of general and overall weakness, she figured she could at least keep moving a bit, though she doubted she'd make it very far without help.

"That I can do," she said, but winced internally. That was an expense that would be very noticeable on the account and would take her a while to pay back. "But no hibridium cloaking. I've seen what that does and it would make half of the components useless while active."

At the thrust trace dampeners, she frowned slightly. She only vaguely knew what those were for, but she knew they improved stealth abilities, more or less. That could be useful, an amazing installation, even.

"I'll take the thrust dampener things, then, too, if you've got them," she stated after a moment more of thought. Pushing herself to her feet once more, she leaned up against the locker for balance. Her legs were shaky and weak, but for now they were holding her up which was an improvement of sorts. She glanced around the cabin as a sudden thought hit her. "Where's my rifle and helmet?"
 
Command Post Ardarvia
Between Jar'Kai and Nuyen
Units: Halifax's Howlers, Major Sanjeet + 1 Artillery Section, 1 Medium Tank Section, 1 Infantry Company (Anti-Force User Grenades, MKII Boltgun, Sentinel Battle Armor).


Major Sanjeet and Corporal Larielle successfully establish Ardarvia's vehicle stations and return to Serjeant Halifax who informs them that some of the Lion's Maw have begun their planetary descent. A section of Thunderer-class SPGs are now en route to Ardarvia from their Nuyen City landing. Accompanying them are the Lion's Maw's own infantry company and behind them the section of Firemaw tanks...

"How far out are they?" Lavali asks Halifax as she looks at the remains of the corner store as it now looks a bit more like an operations center. The cashier station now turned completely into a communications station, a gun repair station and a small first aid station now occupy the store. Critical supplies and medical equipment now rest in the refrigerator having been brought back on by small mobile power generators brought in by Firemane. Getting to Atrisia isn't the problem for Firemane, it's landing on the planet through the thick dense ash, through the chaos of battle and navigating down to land. Halifax established a landing site just east of Nuyen City's Shakatu district, you can see it from their post. It's quite literally a bridge ride over, Halifax wonders how long the bridge is going to hold and looks to Major Lavali.

Halifax scratches the back of his head a moment, "Major Sanjeet, we're gonna need to find another route up here, the bridge works for now, but no telling how long it'll last. We've still got engineers busy on Corellia working with what's left of CorSec."

"Send two squads out to find alternate routes, we'll need to get a permanent supply line going, think your landing site is going to hold?" Lavali shifts her weight between her legs, as she looks out over what were once windows but is now being made into machine gun mounts and nests. Hands on her hips as she waits for Halifax's response.

"Copy that, soon as they get here I'll send them down there - and for now, it'll do, but I-" Halifax was cut off as a signal came through the communication station, other members of the squad were still setting up the vehicle stations, walling things off and working through the waves of ash that came from the North. "It's the Mandalorian," he says, which meant something from [member="Draco Vereen"]'s camp, Halifax starts to write things out on a pen and notepad. Ripping it off he rushes to Major Sanjeet.

Snatching the paper from the Serjeant, the Major gets a read of it. "Send the Heavy Ordnance Squad to secure a secondary route, I want the entire Infantry Company escorting those Firemaw's straight to the Palace, where is our artillery?"

"We've got a section coming up over the bridge now."

"I want them right here," she grabs Halifax by the arm and points to exactly where she wants them.

Halifax asks, "and the infantry, when they get those tanks up to the palace?"

"The Mandalorian's lending us Basilisk War Droids and his own Clan Vereen War Kindred, and I want our infantry to be there with them to run full force into the Palace after we've softened it up with artillery."

Going into the Eye of the Storm
Jar'Kai, city ruins
Units: Lieutenant Symara Tarriq and Kerrigan's Flame (Heavy Ordnance Unit/Flame)

Symara and Sgt. Kala Matthieu's Kerrigan's Flame took cover in a hollowed out building, ash, soot, fire, dust and now lightning threatens to trap the unit. Unsure of their surroundings they decide to press forward switching to dark vision in an attempt to see through the storm. Symara hopes that by getting closer to the chaos, she'll be closer to Master Elaris...

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeR7zo2zfKM[/media]​

Symara need only to look to realize just how deep in poodoo she had gotten her squad into. "So guys, I'm just apologizing now - I should have gotten her number." Her humour kept them on good morale, no one wanted to be here, "if you see a redhead that's running around blind trying to cop a feel on people let me know." Not knowing that her favourite redhead was having a lot of her own problems, then again, all Symara cared about was getting to Elpsis. One way or another - she was definitely going to find her. Either that face Siobhan Kerrigan's wrath, and to be honest, Symara didn't think she'd survive having a crushed lung. They had taken cover in a hollowed out building thought to have been a bank or something, but when the ground shook they all wondered what it could have been. Perphaps it could have been some of the heavy equipment that had been brought to bear against them. Or, perhaps - it was merely the aftershocks of powerful force users going after one another.

Whatever was happening, and whoever the culprit was mattered not to Symara. They had to keep moving forward, "stay low and follow me," she said wishing now that she had studied Eldarai. "Remind me to check into those Angelii girls."

"Check in or check out?" Kala asked as she crawled along the ground after Symara.

"Both? Both is good," Symara answered and there was some laughter. They were now leaving the hollowed out building and were out on the streets which were covered with soot and dust, tablets and signs of life that had once gripped the city. Now the only thing that grips it is death, fear, and darkness things that the non-force users could only begin to fathom. She catches a glimpse of the maelstrom in the sky, "right this way."

"And you're so sure your redhead is in that?"

"The woman doesn't know how to stay out of trouble, trust me, she's over there." Symara worked herself up into a crouching position as they got across the street and cautiously crept up the sidewalks, weapons at the ready. "Varactyl why were you even asking me about checking out Angelii, do I look like I wanna get beat up to you?"

"Yes."

"That- I'm gonna remember that," Symara remarked as Kala snickered, "anyone bring some eyes?"

"I got it," Kala tapped a specialist on the shoulder and took a long range viewer. Adjusting the scans, "there, there I think I see our girl - I think."

Symara grabbed the long range viewer, "well I see that Zeltron from the dinner thing on Ashira's Light and... yeah, yeah that's her."

"Kerrigan's Flame, on me - let's roll out."

"Roll out?" Symara questions, "who even?"

"Could you like, just try to shut up for ten minutes, just ten," Kala asked as she then looked at Symara's load out while handing the long range viewer back. "You're telling me you could've looked through your scope the entire time?"

Symara rolled her eyes, "for the record it doesn't extend that far out, secondly, she's beyond the scope's range. C'mon."

"Uh huh..." Kala sighed as she and the rest of her unit followed up after the Lieutenant, "this is Varactyl to Vinecat, we've got eyes on the package."

[member="HK-36"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Adele Adonai"]

Summary of Actions:

Units have begun to land at Command Post Ardarvia. It's a makeshift command post that will have to do for now. The rest of Lion's Maw will arrive next post, the first section of artillery will begin to shell the Palace next post. Infantry will escort tanks up to meet with Draco's gifts and consolidate there before marching on the Palace in two posts time. Symara and Kerrigan's Flame have located Elpsis Elaris and will make their move to rendezvous with her.


Lion's Maw

Arriving in One-Two Posts:

The Lion’s Maw: 500 pt Army.

1 Infantry Company * En Route to Ardarvia
140 Soldiers
Sentinel Battle Armor
MKII Boltgun
Anti-Force User Grenades


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


3 Artillery Section * 1 Section En Route to Ardarvia
9 SPGs
Thunderer Self Propelled Artillery


1 Tank Support Squadron
9 Heavy Support Tanks
Manticore Support Tank


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


1 Assault Tank Section
3 Assault Tanks
Reaver Assault Tank


1 Medium Tank Section * En Route to Ardarvia
3 Medium Anti-Vehicle Tanks
Firemaw Anti-Vehicle Tank
 
[member="Alecandria"], [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]


There was nothing to lose here. Whether he lived or died, the Dominion would live on, and if it did not, then he had set the stage for their successors. The veterans of the Great War had been pooled into one cohesive power, and the title he had taken was only to hold them as one. Silara was right; he was no Sith. Not in the sense that she knew it. Cyril had walked both paths, and ascended from either of them to a realm of understanding one could only reach when he experienced all.

It was knowing that he did not care, that reminded him that he was human. The force storm was an abomination, but so was this whole damned war. Whatever his sins, Cyril felt that he would be forgiven when judged against what he had done for the galaxy. If not, then let damnation take him, he only wished to look upon her face one final time.

"No, Veiere," he smiled at his old friend, "I've already fallen in the eyes of the Jedi. I...well, I called you here for a sake other than my own." She drew closer. Cyril reached out to grasp Veiere by the forearm and drew him close. "The codes to my vessel, the Chimaera, have been transferred to you Veiere. Aboard that ship is my son, and my private archives. I did everything I could to unite my old allies, and now you must lead them."

The smile he wore was one of warmth, despite the devastation wrought around them, and despite the specter of death that came for Cyril. This was release. "You must destroy the Sith, Veiere. I've set the stage for you. This is my life's work, and I can trust it with no other. If Vitium does not kill me, then the Jedi will. There are acolytes here on this world that they will take into custody. Keep them safe, save their minds and their hearts. Save the order."

He had damned himself and no one would ever know, save for Veiere. No one could know. This had to be the end; he had to be the villain. For Cyrene, Caida and all the rest.

Vitium drew closer. He could practically taste her presence in the air like a thick poison upon his lips. The powers given to him by those that had fallen allowed him some extra modicum of sensitivity, and he felt another. An apprentice, then.

Cyril's heart hurt.

"You have my love, brother. Do what I could not, and...don't follow my path. This way that I've taken has damned me. I've sought to bring the Sith together so that this conflict might be ended, but the price -- I hate myself. I've been awaiting this day for years. I have nothing, and it was out of my own choosing," the words fell without any thought, and Cyril's presence within the great ocean reflected that. Any nearby might feel the anguish that wracked him. "Now go and end this, and tell your [member="Lady Kay"] that I give her my best wishes."

Rather than await a reply, Cyril turned toward the direction Vitium walked. She hated him, and in a way, he deserved it. It was not as if he had any love for himself to begin with. With slow, precise steps, he walked down the courtyard. The powers he commanded shook to meet him, but they did not carry the arrogance of his prior self. It was sadness, a resignation.

He still loved her. Despite all that had happened, and the terrible conflict on Kashyyyk, she yet held a place within his heart. He yearned for her, just as he had ten years ago and the days in between. Only when Cyrene was near had he forgotten her, but Cyrene was dead, and Silara would see to it that he sooned joined her.

In his hear, he knew she thought herself to be evil. He'd always seen a goodness in her, something to be redeemed, but then he'd fallen too, hadn't he? To save his people and stop the Dark Lord, he had given everything. Nothing was safe, not his ethics values. All that had mattered was the grim purpose of revenge, and what had that bought him?

A ruined world and a woman scorned.

He drew in a deep breath. His lightsaber hissed as it found itself without power. He stood tall as she drew close, his patrician features set in stone. It was only when he spoke that any semblance of emotion seeped forth.

"I can't keep up this act any longer Silara," he spoke, sounding far too tired for his age. "I'm sorry for what I did to you. It was heated, and I was afraid. I thought I could save you. Even on Csilla, I felt I knew you. You were ambition and service, the darkness incarnate, but you were good. There was a part of you that had a capacity to become a wonderful woman, and I loved you for it. I thought I could bring that part out of you, make you love me too, but I was inexperienced. Idealistic, stupid. For that, I am eternally sorry."

He knew the words meant little to her, but he spoke anyway. It was simply in his nature. "I'm not a Sith Lord. I'm not a Jedi either. I'm...nothing. A tired man with a thousand mistakes and nothing to show for it. I wanted to save everyone the only way I knew how, and..."

He smiled.

"Know that I still love you, and whatever you do now has been long since coming. I still see what you could be. You could stop everything and save this galaxy, if you really wanted to." The facade began to crack. The smile he wore faltered, his eyes glazing over for but a moment. Cyril swallowed hard, and held his unlit lightsaber at the ready.

"Enough of my babbling. I know you don't care to hear it. Lets end this how you want it to be finished. I owe you that much."
 
Ria Misrani died in Nuyen City, in an electrical substation connected to the underground metro. She died trying to bring down planetary turbolasers, trying. In her dying moments, the twenty-six-year-old establish a set of routine commands that in the end would ensure her last wish. To bring Atrisia's defences to its knees with the bombardment of viruses, as a tier three dataworm mines its way through, leaving backdoors for Ria's cybernetic cocktail to pour itself into each defensive system. As her body was being carried away by Lady [member="Ajira Cardei"]'s team, the droids carry out her final commands.

Nuyen Metro Droid 00110101 01110111 11000100111 responds to operator commands. Operator command - run VerticalCityLottery.exe, operator command scan for datacode; administrator. Droid5WBP initiating operator command. Nuyen Metro Droid 11001111101 111 01001001 0110011 responds to operator commands. Operator command - run NaLonaDanceLogger. Droid G-P13W initiating operator command.

Each droid in the room switches from passive to active modes. Each one working the command console, the very one that Ria had been sitting at. The dataworm begins to worm its way into Jar'Kai's systems, paving the way for the keylogger creating a backdoor once the right keys are logged. Those backdoors enable the trojans to get in, which then allows for the malware to do its job.

At first, this targets a simple system, such as Jar'Kai City Water System, and one by one each system begins to experience intermittent down times. Abnormal behaviour, dysfunction - slowing down, and even at times going down completely. The word administrator is found within another fifteen minutes and access is given - the planetary turbolasers, soon experience the same symptoms as the Water Systems.
 
Causstik Rahn said:
Causstik Rahn stood tall and proud. The feighnt light that apperead glistened on his scales in the dark. The Jedi would come. They would reap the harvest they had sowed and while his infalliable leader may fall.

Causstik would make damn sure they all died with him. With the Mandalorians troops surrounded and on the verge of defeat it was only a matter of time before they focused their attention on the palace and when they did they would bring hell with them.

All still caught in the small confines of the temple would be crushed beneath the weight of over a thousand guns. Soldiers, Trandoshans, the Artisian people would cry out in a final sermon of judgement that would bring about the deaths of them all. Causstiks speech had inspired them and now they were prepared to lay down life and limb for their lord protector.

Massive mobs would swarm the Mandalorians. They would be oppressed no more. Under the seething hordes of people their lines would falter and the Five Oh First would sweep up the rest. Surmounting in a final push that had them regroup back at the palace. If anyone was to take their lord, they would gave to cross through a gauntlet of well trained veterans.

[member="Darth Mephirium"]

@the rest
Causstik Rahn stood tall and proud. The feighnt light that apperead glistened on his scales in the dark. The Jedi would come. They would reap the harvest they had sowed and while his infalliable leader may fall.

Causstik would make damn sure they all died with him. With the Mandalorians troops surrounded and on the verge of defeat it was only a matter of time before they focused their attention on the palace and when they did they would bring hell with them.

All still caught in the small confines of the temple would be crushed beneath the weight of over a thousand guns. Soldiers, Trandoshans, the Artisian people would cry out in a final sermon of judgement that would bring about the deaths of them all. Causstiks speech had inspired them and now they were prepared to lay down life and limb for their lord protector.

Massive mobs would swarm the Mandalorians. They would be oppressed no more. Under the seething hordes of people their lines would falter and the Five Oh First would sweep up the rest. Surmounting in a final push that had them regroup back at the palace. If anyone was to take their lord, they would have to cross through a gauntlet of well trained veterans.

[member="Darth Mephirium"]

@the rest
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="Thraxis"],

While the battle raged HK was more or less running around trying to outrun the blaster bolts shot at him by the Sith sharpshooters, more or less he was succeeding now that a cloud of ash engulfed them, making it much more difficult for the combatants to see each other. He did however caught a glimpse of Thraxis,

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"Hey Thraxis, how is it going? I hope your Gammos are as plump and perky as always."

Of course last time HK saw the Gammos, or Thraxis, in person was back in the White Palace when they may or may not have had an epic battle in which Thraxis may or may not have been defeated and cashed in for a bounty or the droid may or may not have had to make a hasty retreat from the depths of a pit hidden in the bowels of the palace.


[member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Darth Lykos"],

The droid pounced with his outstretched arms, narrowly dodging a blaster bolt chasing him and rolling nearby the duo who apparently were just chatting it up mentally,

"Oh come on!"

The droid complained as he curled up behind a nearby outcropping of stones as another burst of plasma came his way, clashing against the rocks he used as cover,

"How come you end up with the only pacifist Sith in the Galaxy?!"

Of course he couldn't stick around them too much as the rocks broke apart violently from the shots and HK rolled to the side, blaster shots following him before he pushed himself up to keep running.

[member="Symara Tarriq"],

As HK dashed and bounced about he activated a comm link with Symara and her forward command post,

"Symara!"

He called out hastily as she could see his little blue figure hologram representation dashing through clouds of ash and narrowly dodging blaster bolts,

"We have here -shhhhh- sharpshooters and all kinds of sh-shhhhh-t!"

His transmission came through with some interference,

"Elpy is with me -shhhhhhh- Provide air support?"

Basically he was asking if she could conduct an airstrike for him if the snipers and sharpshooters kept on being an issue for him.




Nate the Bounty Hunter said:
he simply plucked a grenade of a fallen corpse and sent it soaring into the birdsnest
[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Seria Ventreme"]

The droid bodyguard, currently keeping the Sith sharpshooters as pinned as he could, even managing to thin down their numbers, had his shattergun taken away from him and apparently there was not much he could do except extend his hand out towards it in longing and whisper,

"Delila~"

Already missing his favored weapon before an order came to him from 36-1,

Counter-sniper duty,

Through their instant communication.


The Greycloak guard nodded and pulled an SR-1 shattergun rifle off of his back, wrapping himself in his titular grey chameleon cloak before activating its systems, disappearing to find a suitable position to take cover in and start hunting for that other sniper, Desmond, as the other Greycloak guard kept churning out round after round from their shattergun rifle to flush him out from his sniping position.

The bodyguard unit hoped that Nate's grenade toss was as effective as the bounty hunter expected it to be.


[member="Desmond C'artyom"],

Through HK's constant dashing and dodging, along with the cover of ash that now enveloped them and blocked out the sun, plus the constant stream of slugthrower pellets that moved along with Desmond even as he switched positions, tracked by the bodyguard unit that chipped away at the building around him with each second and another thunderous shot, it was going to take Desmond a while before he was able to find the droid again.

Finally, however, he was able to spot the similar cloaked figure and the red glow of the cybernetic eyes. They were looking right at him,

Target locked,

HK's body guard informed him.

As Desmond would take his aim the ash around HK would part, and he would see the droid facing him, his arm stretched out and pointed towards him, his hand formed a finger-pistol aimed at him, as if about to take the shot, and lowered his thumb, as if lowering a hammer in a revolver, hand pulled back mimicking recoil.


Desmond would be able to take his shot still before he moved to the E-Web, if he did the ion bolt would hit the droid, causing one of the droid's red eyes to crack and explode outward with shattering transparisteel and black splatter of oil. However, he would not have enough time to dodge the counter-shot from droid's hidden bodyguard, the one that used to fire at a sharpshooter team before Nate took his minigun so that the droid could switch to a sniper rifle. And while he took one of the droid's eyes, he would find the scope in his rifle exploding from a pellet that went right through it, heading for his own eye and face along with the glass of its lenses and metal shrapnel.

Or he could have pulled back, taking the droid did give him a warning after all, and the pellet launched against him would either completely miss or pierce his rifle at some other point where it could damage it without causing actual harm to him. However, if he did so his shot would have missed the droid's eyes, splashing out against the edge of his Phrik head, leaving a singed burn there but no actual damage, an electrical webbing would spread around his head and caused him to jitter, offering an opening to [member="Break"] if the other droid was able to deal with the magnetic attack HK sent against him, however the ion damage was absorbed by the droid's built-in protection that granted him immunity to ionic attacks, since they were pretty much a go-to for people to choose against droids, leading to no permanent hindering.


Either way, when Desmond would move to the E-Web, scarred or not, he would find himself under sniper fire again as the bodyguard unit, cloaked under its.. cloak, took couple shots at him from beyond the ashen veil, aiming at his E-Web, its battery pack to be precise, to damage it so that when the gun fired, it would overheat quickly and turn explosive.



[member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Lark"], [member="Darth Vulcanus"]



Ajira Cardei said:
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 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-"

Now whether HK was injured or not in the sniper fire exchange, everyone in their area would be able to hear a cacophony of noises approaching them from somewhere beyond the wall of ash, in the direction opposite to the Palace for those who could discern such things. There was the noise of engines, at first just background whirring but undoubtedly it was coming closer and closer towards them, and then that thudding rhythmic sound of ground being pounded,

THUD-THUD-THUD,

The sound of some heavy footsteps, it sounded like a singular being at first but soon enough the sound of many beings marching would reach them.


WHMMMMMMMMMMM,

Engines above them would near, lowering down as they could see spotlights cutting through the grey cover that blocked out the sun, scanning over the battlefield before finally one of the pillars of light found HK. The droid stopped, turning towards it, trying to scan through the cover of darkness, looking towards the sound of advancing army as he reached down to take his remaining Magnetic Revolver and his lightsaber. When suddenly, above the noise of marching forces and the sound of engines there was music, violin music broadcasted from some unknown source. And then-

THRUNK!

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Through the ash cloud above them a walker dropped down right next to the droid, one of the Heavy Variant Personal Walkers Abregado manufactured, air-dropped in just for him, as finally through the ash-screen the ships would be visible, they were the Pyre dropships still used by Abregado forces and the Iron Company under HK's command, and then the figures advancing towards them appeared. It was a phalanx of Iron Legionnaire drones, moving through the ruins in a neat square as expendable machine warriors often did, each one of them bore no additional armor but they were armed with the Gados Blast staves, couple of them held poles from which flags flapped on the devious wind. Flags with the symbol of Abregado-Rae,

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Just in case anyone forgot who these forces belonged to, the droid's face was right on it.


"My babies!"

HK raised his arms out half in joy and half in surprise, he did not receive any notification about them landing, how could he under the cover of the Storm and ash, but they did receive his location, the ping machine sent out to Elpsis and Zark, forwarded to Iron Company when they arrived in the system. They formed their landing zone rather far from the city, where Dominion could not spare their forces or get in range to intercept them, and they were marching since to reunite with their commander under the cover of volcanic ash screen that rose from Vulcanus' actions.

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"Hello papa."

A spider-droid from the Mobile Weapons line chirped out, the larger machines were accompanying the forward drone phalanx as heavier fire support, their heavier two-gun variants were seen further down back as well as the armored Droid Tanks from the same production. As the Phalanx moved closer a line of durasteel walls would be seen moving behind them, hovering, they were the mobile barricades used as forward defenses to protect the advancing troops behind them, organics and more Iron Legionnaires, this time smarter droids, all clad in the different varieties of old Pyre Power Armor, armed with the weapons produced by the Guild of Hammers and Firemane. They marched to the sound of Abregado battle bards, the droids forces, just like him, had a penchant for theatrics and flamboyance.

Testament of that would a regime of Abregado Winged Hussars, clad in Power Armor adorned with long dark brown and grey feathers from avian beings native to their planet, armed with the familiar Magnetic Revolvers, and Spears of Rae, riding the fearsome Nocur steeds (Owlbears) clad in their Battle Barding, some of them had the OPRC-1 Blaster Cannons attached to hardpoints on their back, ready for suppressing enemy positions.

There were also some HBD-300 units, serving under the droid's command since his days as an officer in the Protectorate, outfitted to serve as a mobile artillery.

HK took his hand to touch the side of his head, to either nurse his broken eye or smooth over the singed mark from Desmond's bolt as he looked to the spider-droid that greeted him,

"Charge up your mass driver."

"Aye-aye."

As he turned to look at the ruins where Desmond made his nest, before looking to Thraxis, Seria, and the other Sith,

"I would like to take this moment to point out that Abregado has a strict non-execution policy towards enemy combatants who surrender to us directly, unlike some of our allies present on the planet."


((Just for the record, I won't be using NPC forces against PCs en masse, only one NPC unit for each PC at a time if at all. They're here for background fluff and as pressure against other NPC forces, Seria's sharpshooters for example.))
 
Location: Atrisia, Jar'kai
Objective: Survive.
Nearby: [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]
NPC's: First Captain Decius - 501st Legion

Had he truly heard Cyril correctly? Had his friend and Leader of the 501st, the former Jedi Master, former Sith Lord really just turned every ounce of power and position he had left over to Veiere; the Jedi Knight simply stared back at [member="Darth Mephirium"] in utter disbelief though he too wasn't granted the moment to dispute the decision. Not only had it already been made but the Jedi, alongside Bethany Kismet now had Reverance to contend with.

Bethany Kismet had offered a subtle shake of her head, suggesting she did not wish for Veiere to become involved. He would have understood this and perhaps even agreed to do things her way if only the Sith Lord, Reverance hadn't set things into motion on his own behalf. There wasn't time to respect the others preferance in kind. The Darkside manifested itself in ways that Veiere had never experienced before yet over the years he too had learned gifts from the Force that would aid in their protection. With his lightsaber held firmly in his right hand, he deactivated the blade while his left was raised above him and his expression grew suddenly placid, his mind going elsewhere, enveloped by all the power of the lightside of the Force, taking all of his focus and bringing forth a shield of light, a dome which surrounded the two Jedi just on the cusp of the attack.

[member="Reverance"] was a strong opponent, perhaps one of the most formidable that Veiere had met on the field of battle and in this, the presence of the Dark Side that flowed so menacingly around him, was fueled by this strength, the malicious and confidence of the Sith swaying the share power in Veiere's ability to keep he and Bethany from being targeted, on the back foot. The Concentration, the strength and energy required to propel the aura, let alone putting the ability of Force light into practice regardless of how or what it was to be placed against, drew so much from the Jedi Knight that his presence faded, a noticeable loss to those of force sentience that could pick up on such things. As he struggled to shield them both, the allegiance of the First Captain and his squad of Stormtroopers had exchanged hands, Decius having heard and witnessed all against his surprise and concern, called for his men to arm up and turn the attack towards the aggressor.

It was a small squad, they'd come in on the troop transport with Veiere to meet with Cyril and now were left to pick up the pieces and defend their new Leader. "Arm up and Engage!" Decius shouted with a sudden and invigorated new source of defiance against the blight, he and his men raising their rifles and aiming down the sights to that of Reverance, all prepared and soon opened fire.

The sudden flare of fire caught Veiere Arenais completely off guard, he hadn't expected the Troopers to raise hell in response to his being threatened, he was a pacifist not a leader of armies and in their coming to action, his eyes glanced back to the Jedi beside him, [member="Bethany Kismet"] who he spoke hastily to. "Let me know how you want to take this...-I cannot hold this for long but I will do all that I can should you wish it of me".
 
Location: The steps of the palace
Objective: Charge
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Hope broken, the sky ablaze with the light of doom Adas thought to return to Dagobah, his mother continued the ritual and spoke to him, Erebos handed him his own lightsaber. Adas held the blade in his hands and looked at Erebos, eyes filled with fury and anger, anger at the invaders who came here today. With a switch of the button Adas ignited his new lightsaber, the red crimson blade of the Shawken king's lightsaber illuminated his face, this lightsaber was brighter than the others... it shined with an almost otherworldly fury. Adas knew that the Jar'Kai around him were eager to fight and to die for their land... they wanted to die here and to die defending Atrisia from whatever came to crush it. The enemy came for them, came for the gates... he needed to turn back the tide. The guarlaras were in the royal stables, a few below the steps and inside the corridors, they had been kept there for saftey now that the battle had commenced but Adas had an idea.

Mandalorians and the Jedi and the Galactic Alliance would not know how to stop a cavalry charge when it hit their battle lines. Adas knew this, why? Because the last actual cavalry charge in recorded history according to Mythos was about three hundred years in the past. The last time an Atrisian army launched a cavalry charge was so long ago, the beasts they used to ride on were extinct. "No..." Adas said, not a single artifact and weapon in his possession other than his fathers blades and the new lightsaber. "Get the Guarlaras, if we are to leave this planet... we will first try to defend it"

His order barely left his lips and the Kai were bringing the beasts to the top of the steps. The front line of Graug smashed into the enemy lines, slaughtering indiscriminately and bringing pain and destruction behind their assault. The Nubian strike team held the line behind them in a wedge to annihilate the enemy with precise fire and cunning accuracy. That was to bide time... the Jar'Kai needed to prepare and mount their Guarlaras. It would take some time for that to happen, armor to be fitted and adjusted as well as the banners needed to be set.

Adas climbed upon his own mount, the legendary Guarlara from his father alongside the Jar'Kai. Over one hundred of the beasts with riders prepared for the assault. "Erebos..." Adas began, his eyes staring down at him from the mount as he prepared to attack. "Join me in battle or keep my mother safe, either way.. i am going to finish this"

The lightsaber of Shawken was held under a shaky hand. "Father.." he said while looking at the sky, tears welling up in his eyes born of rage. "I'm scared" his voice cracked and he tightened his handling on the reigns. He knew he would likely die... but he was ready to meet a glorious end and join his father once and for all. Suddenly he saw an ethereal hand grab the saber he was holding, over his own hand as a familiar presence washed over him. "Of course you are my son..." It was a whisper in the force rather than actual words, probably born of imagination rather the power of the dark side or Mythos' ghost. "Courage is the defeat of fear...not the absence of it..... without fear bravery cannot exist"

Thunder cracked at he ignited his lightsaber, the Guarlara riding high on its back legs giving the enemies below a sight of Adas, a prince not phased by death and no less willing to fight. It would send a clear message that this fight was not over, the battle had just begun... and Adas' troops were fresh.

"Soldiers of Atrisia! Ride for battle! Ride to Victory!" A roar followed him, as the charge of the Jar'Kai was also followed by the civilian soldiers who were veterans of many old wars and wished to die defending their country again. Their countrymen, their brothers, their sisters and their neighbors all fought on the same side... this wasn't a battle between two factions anymore, this was a battle where an Entire World fought against all odds to survive... and fight they would, many a Mandalorian would earn their grave today. "Charge!"

A earthquake began, not made of Vulcanus or Sith spells, but of men and women and five hundred hooves coming down bringing lightsaber having, force blasting, darkside using death upon the enemy with more than their fair share of fury. What came down from the steps was nothing short than beautiful, a glorious charge with banners held high aiming to meet the enemy front lines head on, instead of retreating or defending.... they attacked and sought to make the enemy retreat and break once and for all.

[member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Tony Ro'samo"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Seras Rose"]​
 
Desmond had managed to make it to the E-web, but not with out his cybernetic optical being damaged. A pellet felled his eye and jarred it loose. Now it hung limp and his brain kept getting distorted images of the ground below his feet.

He would have to replace it. Still he and his rifle were mostly intact as he swung towards the mounted laser machine gun. He began firing a hail of laser bolts that payed no mind to anybody bellow. They pierced the door and would peper anyone who approached.

Afterwards desmond would hopped to the next building behind him. He covered the pace in a matter of seconds. Leaving only a time frame of 1.5 seconds as he hopped to the third building. From here he would find small brick coverage and sight [member="Joza Perl"] right between the eyes. He loosed a quick shot of incediary bolts in her direction.

[member="HK-36"]
 
Scruffy Lookin’ Nerfherder
Atrisia
Palace Steps

Enemies: [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Akuma"] | [member="Dravis Rosilla"] | MAIN TARGET - [member="Adas James Malgus"]
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]

She disappears into the swirling ash, but I fire off a few more bursts of hard sound to be sure. The noise waves tear chunks out of a permacrete pillar and send the shards scattering through the floating cinders.

My comm crackles with chatter from my unit and I hear Dallows' sit rep.

"Incoming hostiles. Thule we have an E-web set up near the crash site. Get there."

"Copy that, LT." Through the ash fall I can spot a Trandoshan, tall and proud, standing like he's got both feet astride conquered land. Too bad he's in the middle of a karking firefight. I'll deal with him later.

I run out of the ash laden palace at a dead sprint, my armor black as night and my visor a glowing crimson gash on my helm. When the Alliance wants something eliminated, they send people like me. They call us vacheads to deride our intelligence, but I like the term because that's how I feel when I'm about to kill a man. Empty. Totally empty.

Rybcoarse enhanced muscles let me cross distances at superhuman speeds. When I reach the crash site I'm not even breathing hard. I spot the abandoned E-web emplacement and rush over. Both hands wrap around the grips and I swing it around toward the enemy.

The earth trembles and I frown. A wall of horsemen are charging straight down the steps of the palace. I am at a ninety degree angle to them.

And my mind? Well, it's as cold and empty as Hoth.

I depress the trigger.

BWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Bolts thick as a forearm shred muscle and burn through bone. Explosions of steam from superheated tissue erupt in violent pink mists. Horses and men go tumbling.

There's something euphoric about watching my own carnage. I don't stop firing. Couldn't even if I wanted to.
 
Fire engulfed Draco's form, and like a fiery demon he stood among the flames. The heat drained away, drawn into the Mandalorian warrior, little by little, fueling him. He was a warrior, a Mandalorian, and a man that intended to outlast his opposition, the burns on his arms and legs, and even on his chest where the metal and armorweave was perforated would be the worst, searing flesh and leaving meat partially cooked and burned. The pain made Draco's eyes water, made him wince. Made his legs feel as though they were about to buckle. But the big man had felt worse pains.

Yinchorr, he had been wreathed in fire and had his spine snapped by the Dark Lord's Hand. It had crippled him until he had been able to purchase cybernetics to walk again. Fire was his friend. Fire served the Dragon of Mandalore, not some lizard. The Trandoshan rose to his feet, fighting off the Paddle Beamers affects almost completely, and Draco smiled. It had been a while since he had to fight this hard. Ashin Varanin he had waited to long to make his move and she had died on Lujo to the sith while he lied in wait. Balmorra had been tiresome, but not difficult.

The Dragon roared, and behind his deafening roar, the stones of the floor, of the walls, of the ceiling rumbled around him. The warlord moved, his vision tunneled onto his one foe, his power flowing in his veins. Speed and strenght churned through him, beyond that of a man, and while the Trandoshan charged for his injured arm, Draco took a single half-step forward. This put his broken arm on the opposite side of the lizard warrior, bringing his sword across, towards the outside of the warrior's knees, pouring as much strength as he had into the strike, seeking to break the bones or snap the tendons inside the leg if the alchemized phrik blade couldn't cut through the armor he wore.

~

Mandalorians still, after several hours, did not use battle lines like the British in 1776. Most were outside in the city ravaging resistance they encountered in packs supported by powerful Basilisk War Droids. They'd taken casualties, and they'd lost a fair amount of their people on the planet, and even more before they had been able to land. Those that had formed up, didn't stand or walk around in lines. They found cover, took rooftops, windows, rubble, and streaked from the sky, they allowed the Army of the Risen to harass the enemy, allowed the enemy to prepare what immense rituals of power they would, allowed the Trandoshans to take casualties as they separated. They had even focused fire to create a weak side in the enemy force. They had been driven back by a Volcano Demon, and they had found themselves working side by side with the Alliance. And now, they responded to all the transgressions they had suffered this day in a surge of wrist rockets, ripper fire, and roars of defiance. A storm of grenades fired forth from them, from thrown and from launchers.

Their shamans bolstered them, using their chants to force out the fatigue and lactic acid build up in their muscles, to help push weariness and tiredness from their bodies. It wouldn't make them all super powerful, but it was enough to give them an edge against enemies that had been fighting all day. Basilisk war droids made of beskar and hard steel, decent shields and heavy weaponry could take on more than their number if used correctly. With laser reflective armor, they were also spiteful should they be fired upon. Those that had fallen but were not properly destroyed in the heat of battle could rise again, even severed limbs or decapitations could be repaired and survived. The Jump Infantry ascended to vantage points and rained fire down at the enemy. Death from Above.

Turbolasers from the troopships opened up into the cavalry charge, apparently made entirely of Force users, while groups of Basilisk War Droids and Mandalorian jump warriors ascended to the roof tops approaching the Galactic Alliance to rain shockwave blasts, pulse wave lasers, missiles, and an assortment of other missiles into their foes. Atrisia apparently had five hundred Force Sensitive Warriors ready to mount beasts and descend upon their foe. It was odd that they thought it was unique, Mandalore had cavalry units, but they rarely formed up massive groups to preform charges. A single tank could cut swaths down with such a tactic, it was one of the reasons lining up to fire muskets at each other had been phased out. It was special though, and there wasn't exactly easy to miss that many people all in a glob with rippers and slugthrowers. And the Mandalorians just stayed out of arms length from them.

All but Six, who waited near the Galactic Alliance forces before the charge. Those six stood tall, wearing their power armor, holding their power axes. Smiling. Death would find them this day. Death would find the Solus Nek. They feared not the Force, for they wore Ysalamiri within their armored frames. And they feared not death, for they sought it, this one last time but not before they found victory over the army of Force Users. One fateful act that could clench a battle, and here it had found them. When the enemy drew close enough, they would charge out on jump pack wings to face the enemy in hand to hand until the end.

[member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Raph Thule"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Symara Tarriq"]
 
The Second Candidate

Suddenly, the cold enveloped [member="Tony Ro'samo"] and [member="Mala Arar"].

Not a physical cold, but surely one they could feel.

Snap-hiss!

Behind Tony stood…

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A crackling, crimson lightsaber. Dark attire with a mask. A foreboding presence. Undoubtedly a Sith.

An opportunity for Mala to escape Tony's grasp presented itself.

Without a word of greeting, Soeht slashed his lightsaber at Tony's back with the intent to kill.
 

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