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

[Veino Garn]

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Draco Vereen"] @Taryc
Atrisia Palace, Upper Room,
Gear- Same as last time
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Veino let the empty bolter magazine drop to the floor as he pulled another from his utility belt, locking it in with a click. Around the room, a skirmish raged between the Mandalorian warriors the Trandoshan soldiers. Veino had played his part, absorbing their suppression fire with a Force barrier while the Mandalorians flanked in a pincer movement to catch them in a crossfire. That was no longer within his realm of concern. When it came down to this sort of battle, the Mandalorians were better at it than he was.

He swung the rifle around, slinging it across the back of his armor as he turned to observe the room. Waves of darkness suddenly spilled into the room, shoving through the walls with a blast like thunder. It slammed against him, knocking him to his knees- hammering at his mind with sweet whispers of despair. It seeped into his mind and tried to corrupt his soul.

The pain rippled through his veinos and he hissed softly. But it stopped at the center- frozen by a small flame of light. It was still- that light, and immovable, but its impact spread outwards through his mind. He jerked back to his senses with a gasp and pulled the Force around himself like a blanket. It hummed in his mind- pushing away the despair as he concentrated as building up his mental walls again. They buckled and flexed under the assault, but stood firm.

Veino raised himself to his feet, hand gripping his lightsaber. Its blue blade snapped open with a comforting hiss and hum. Between that, the amulet, and the armor, Veino was surprisingly at peace. And in that peace, was where he found the strength to stand in such a maelstrom of conflict. He stepped forward over the rubble, moving towards Draco.

He was... Dark. Perhaps even lost and falling into the Dark.

"Draco!" Veino yelled, "Don't let the Waves consume you. Come back to us."

He could feel the Force drain leaching at him, trying to drain his energy and his will. Only the Force kept him upright at this point. Why did these things always go so badly for him?

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik felt the force flow through his body. He stood erect, practically on his toes as the force wracked his body. When it was finally done he felt weak. He could barely stand. His forces inside the palace were taking heavy losses. Fighting for a lord who would never repay them. To much blood had been spilled today. Even by Causstik's sadistic standards. He was tired of fighting force users. Tired of fighting their battles. He held up a hand weakly. He propped himself on a broken pillar nearby and stared at the rubble cluttered floors. The Artisian palace was a wreck and he was unsure if the leaders were even fighting anymore. As far as he knew he was the last one who still held the defences.

"Wait," he said hoarsely. "My clan and I will fight you no more," They had been beaten and part of being a good Chieftan was being able to admit that. To save the lives that remained. His warriors ceased firing and came to their lord's side. Slowly they made their way out of the palace, guns at the ready.

[member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Lieutenant Tarriq responds to [member="HK-36"]'s communication, all the while being informed that Command Post Ardarvia is being assaulted by a rogue Mandalorian force. Tarriq and Kerrigan's Flame led by Serjeant Kala Matthieus must now to decide on how to proceed with their mission...

Nearing HK-36 and [member="Elpsis Elaris"]' Position
Outskirts of Jar'Kai

"Tarriq to HK-36, I repeat we're tracking your location. Major Lavali Sanjeet has established Command Post Ardarvia five clicks south-east of my current position. Word is we're being shelled by a rogue Mandalorian clan, Clan Meran. What's Master Elaris's status?" She asks as the ash billows toward them, the unit gets down again. It's becoming a tired and old pattern but they're getting used to it now. They can hear more of the commotion as they get closer and the sharpshooters that HK-36 spoke of are withering in numbers. Led by Symara, Kerrigan's Flame begins to make sweeps through the buildings around the flashing blue light that indicated HK's position.

The sky had grown darker than it had before, they were definitely getting closer. If the darkening clouds didn't do enough to give that away, then the ever increasing heat was certainly an indicator of where they were. "Hey, HK - tell Red that her favourite Corellian's bringing a little more heat to the party." A pause followed by, "and uh, I mean, do you think she'd go out to dinner with me? I mean, just as a ... okay, maybe not dinner."

"Are you fething serious, right now?" Serjeant Matthieus asked, "are you seriously trying to ask her out on a date, not only that you're trying to ask her through a droid?"

"For the record, I'm just asking him for uh, assistance, don't look at me like that," Not that Symara could actually see Kala's face but she could certainly imagine what that face would be like right now. "Besides, Red seems kinda busy right now."

Kala groaned, "and so of course, this is like, your opportunity to ask her out, didn't you say she had a girl?"

"Ye-yeah, but it's just dinner, Varactyl - just dinner." Symara replied a little nervously, "I mean - wait, what? What?"

"Just dinner?"

"What do people not go out to dinner anymore?"

"..."

"I haven't been on a date in years and I- wait, okay hold on."

"Uh huh."

Banter aside, Kala and Symara along with the rest of Kerrigan's Flame began to engage non-Atrisian combatants. Bolt guns, and flamethrowers began to make their way through the buildings. Charring and shooting anything that was not considered a friendly. "Still wasn't asking her out on a date," Lieutenant Tarriq quips about seven minutes later, "just, dinner, swear to the Goddess."

"Uh huh, sure."

"What?"

"Okay- dinner, whatever," Kala didn't really believe Symara, but then she didn't not believe her either, that had to count for something right?"

At Command Post Ardarvia Major Lavali Sanjeet receives the word. Firemane Paramilitary is free and clear to engage with the rogue Mandalorian Clan, Clan Meran. An additional heavy weapon's unit is on the way, from the edges of the Atrisian system. Until then Major Sanjeet and Serjeant Halifax will have to hold out while continuing with their orders... Shell the Palace.

Command Post Ardarvia
Between Nuyen City and Jar'Kai

"You heard it loud and clear! We are free to engage, move the Hydra's up they're needed toward the Palace, radio Clan Vereen!" Major Sanjeet stated as she watched as the tanks rolled up closer toward Command Post Ardarvia. "Manticores engage in a defensive line south of Ardarvia, engage with the Dewbacks. Set the Reavers just behind the Manticores, give them room." As Halifax moves to carry out the Major's orders, word comes down the pipeline from Lieutenant Tarriq that Atrisian wounded would be making their way down to the Command Post.

Major Sanjeet is also notified that additional reinforcements will come from the edge of the Atrisian System. Weapons, heavy weapons and one additional unit, but it will take time for them to reach. Until then, she dispatched a specialist, to set up a new landing zone for this purpose and dual tasked the soldier to prep a makeshift hospital for the wounded out of whatever he could find. Their tanks would have to hold for walls, as infantry escorted firemaw tanks up toward the Palace itself. Clan Vereen's basilisk's and kindreds would come in handy quite soon. Once they've rendezvous the whole of Vereen supported Firemane military would march on the Palace. Until then, they were still quite a ways off and well out of range of the current ongoings at there.

Three sections of artillery now work together in tandem. Targeting the Palace the nine artillery units sounded like music, music to the ears of Major Sanjeet Lavali who could only hope that the Mandalorian from Castameer could appreciate a little fire support. "Keep the pressure against that rogue Mandalorian clan," she ordered as she worked to get more equipment down to Atrisia. "Javelins, yes, yes, and the Rotary guns. No, I'm okay, I've got something, don't worry. Thanks Sanjeet out."

As Halifax and his Howlers worked to keep Ardarvia going, the second heavy weapons unit had arrived and were working to clear out the north edge of the command post. Major Lavali Sanjeet approached Serjeant Dobesh, "did you bring it?"

"Isn't my first rodeo, here," Dobesh opens the weapons case and inside laid the Shadow.

"Thanks," Lavali says as she watches Dobesh depart heading out to rejoin his unit. She meanwhile, takes the rifle and sets up at the back end, just beyond the new hole that was put in by this Clan Meran. "Vinecat to Whitherfang, we've set up a northern entrance with Alcori's Might there - be sure to have your civilians check in with them, Mama Cat is goin' a huntin'."


[member="HK-36"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Lee Novastrider"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Draco Vereen"].

Summary of Actions:

Spoiler

Lion's Maw has landed in full force, with Infantry and Firemaw tanks en route to the Palace, while artillery shells the Palace from Command Post Ardarvia. Manticores and Reavers now sit to face rogue Mandalorian forces after Firemane Paramilitary Command gives the all clear for the army to engage. Symara Tarriq along with Kala Matthieus and her Kerrigan's Flame are now getting closer to finding Elpsis Elaris and allies of Firemane. With the former CorSec Officer in the lead the unit sweeps through the ruins of what were the outskirts of Jar'Kai.

Lion's Maw

Spoiler

The Lion’s Maw: 500 pt Army.

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


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


3 Artillery Section * Firing @ the Palace
9 SPGs
Thunderer Self Propelled Artillery


1 Tank Support Squadron * Southern Ardarvia Entrance, Firing @ [member="Kami Meran"]
9 Heavy Support Tanks
Manticore Support Tank


2 Anti-Air Sections * En Route to Palace
6 Anti-Air Tanks
Hydra Anti-Air Tanks


1 Assault Tank Section * Southern Ardarvia Entrance, Firing @ [member="Kami Meran"]
3 Assault Tanks
Reaver Assault Tank


1 Medium Tank Section * En Route to Palace
3 Medium Anti-Vehicle Tanks
Firemaw Anti-Vehicle Tank

Additional Units and Weapons
Arrive in approximately 6 posts

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Darth Erebos"]

Jacen didn't even dignify the sith earworm's question with a response. His gaze had come to settle upon the young king of Atrisia and that was where it remained. The young king had made bold claims, but Jacen would not be swayed by them. His father had recruited heavily from this world to swell armies of the One Sith, taken from a people who had for a long time resisted the influence of Force Users. His dynasty was a short one, but it was up to the young man how long it would last.

The presence of one of the One Sith's inner council members told him much. Especially how brazenly he spoke for the young king. Had they already dug their claws in deep? Turned his ear with promises of power and influence. A new Atrisian Empire perhaps? Of course they would be using him to prepare a new Sith Faction to spread the dark side across the galaxy once more. Their allies had mostly fled or been captured. The Sith had clearly chosen this world for some great last stand. A faint echo of the Omega struggles, but they had wrought devastation upon the people of Atrisia in their haste to send a message to the Alliance.

Jacen stood stoically and waited for the young man to reply.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]


Word of the ceasefire between the Galactic Alliance and the Sith Atrisian forces soon travelled down the grapevine, though it took a while before it reached everyone. Major Lavali and Major Sanjeet received a direct order from Firemane theatre command to cease artillery strikes on the palace and desist offensive operations against it.


After all, a friendly fire incident would be remarkably awkward since Jedi negotiators were on the spot and they were here to cooperate with the Alliance. The request for Javelin turrets and other heavy weapons emplacements would be granted. Obviously the rogue Mandalorians, who were blatantly ignoring the ceasefire and on the Atrisians' side, were fair game since they were attacking Firemane troops. The Lion's Maw would be at liberty to bomb them to the Nine Hells.


Firemane's small flotilla had moved into Atrisia's orbit to support operations better, but did not undertake offensive action. If needed, one Vigilance frigate and two Frontier corvettes plus their contingents of gunships, bombers and attack craft were on call to support the troops. Meanwhile, Siobhan boarded the Ardarvia, setting sail for Abregado-Rae.


By now the Coalition of the Willing held all the cards and had the advantage. Several Sith Lords had committed ritual suicide, Lotek'k and the Storm were not a threat anymore and cavalry charges had stopped being even remotely effective long before the invention of the hyperdrive. The poem 'Charge of the Light Brigade' was quite appropriate. In short, there was no way to stop the Alliance from annexing Atrisia. If the boy-king cared about his people, he'd submit to the Alliance's terms.

 

[Adas James Malgus]

Objective: Peace of course
Location: the steps with Master Voidstaker and [member="Darth Erebos"]
Enemies: Damn artillery!

The Alliance had made one crucial mistake, they attacked Atrisia thinking that it was under some oppressive Sith rule and that the people of Atrisia would welcome them with open arms as liberators. Boy were they wrong. The work was put in long ago. In Thracior Mythos was considered to be a genocide and a warlord given that he lead the One Sith army and purged anything that stood in his way but in Atrisia he was regarded a hero, Force User, Sith lord or not. What was tradition? What was the will of the Nobility against a King who actually gave a damn about his people?

Mythos had long considered that the Jedi or his enemies whomever they may be would use his reputation as a Sith Lord to sway the will of his people against him. So, he adopted a mentality that would render that line of thought useless. It came to fruit after his death.
​

Mythos walked over to Serena with an Accomplished smile on his face cheers and shouts of Pride from Atrisians behind him, an Old Lady maneged to pass by the security and get to Mythos with a Babe in her hands, a New born Child in her arms as even with her old age she tried to Kneel. Mythos stopped her kneeling grabbing her shoulder and shaking his head with a smile, "No Mam, You kneel to no Emperor today" Mythos bowed his head to her with his palms in his chest as was Tradition and the Onlookers looked baffled at the Humility to their New Emperor and whispers of Shock cluttered the Place... perfect for Serena to dig into and discover into their thoughts. Mythos took the Ring from his hand taken from the Royals of Mindabaal and placed it into the hands of the babe which immediately went to his mouth as babes often do. The Golden Ring was bound to be worth thousands of Credits to the right buyer and the Old lady looked poor... An Act of Kindness goes a very long way.

It was a King who arrived not in the a palace but in the Mukashee cante, in poorest part of Atrisia and instead of gathering the people he walked among them. Where as [member="Akio Kahoshi"] and the ancient Emperors of old were notorious for silencing opposition and rounding up force users no matter the age Mythos instead was a populist, a man of the poor and the downtrodden. He would never rule those who feared him, that was simply not his way.

"I Did. You are right, have no fear to speak your mind! I am your father not your executioner! I will not rule a people who dare question me!"

It was a king who traded imperial robes for a gravesled and a gravhammer side by side Atrisian construction workers to help in the construction of Hospitals, Universities, Schools and Military Institutions. Schools and Hospitals that now lay in ruin at the hands of this war the Alliance brought upon Atrisa, indirectly or not. The people would not blame those who were actively defending it. Atrisia was not a monolith, all of the people did not love Mythos, but damn sure most of them did. He earned that much with action not words.
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Regard your soldiers as your children and they will follow you into the deepest valleys, look upon them as your own beloved sons and they will stand by you even unto death

And they did, even in death.

(This song <3)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Wv3FFvpK2Y

If [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] thought Adas' threads were Idle, his walk up to the steps would immediately throw that out of his mind. The people of Atrisia stood against the Alliance in force. To Jacens right would be the women, a long line of them standing side by side. Most of them young or very old as the fighting age women took the brunt force of the fight and most of them perished. Women bare-chested, pregnant, some holding their children in one hand and blasterifle in the other covered with blood, some theirs, some the enemies. The eyes that bore down upon the Jedi master were not of compliance, were not peace... they were of vengeance. The Alliance had made [member="Mythos"] a martyr. A King who gave his life, to defend the people that he called 'children' and then have the Alliance bring propaganda against him as they rained down baradium missiles to their homes and crushed their roads with fighter squadrons. To Jacens left were the men, many spat on him as he climbed the steps but they obeyed Adas enough not to attack even as the artillery rained down hell upon the palace. Once again the men were either very young of very old, the damage and pain and violence brought upon the men of Atrisia was difficult to behold, it was gruesome and it was War. War in all it's 'glory'

As an artillery shell ripped apart the side of a massive wall in the palace the young King grimaced while looking at the Jedi Master. "Someone should get word to the Mandalorians about the cease fire... or whatever other mercenary group you have scraped from the galaxy to bring death upon my people after five kings and lords from different planets, one of them a Galactic Alliance planet... came here to set up trade agreements."

He paused, looking over to the sack of bodies not too far away and noticing that many Galactic Alliance soldiers were coming in wounded by the dozens. "A.J...." A voice said, a young Atrisian girl who knew Adas from when he was young came forth and pointed to his leg. "Your leg A.J... It's bleeding.." Adas looked down to notice a large gash and blood pouring out. Medics rushed over to him but he held a hand up.... then gestured to the Alliance soldiers. "Get to the actual wounded... This is but a minor injury..." His hands shook as he spoke, Adrenaline gushing through him as he managed to try and calm down. He looked over to the Jedi master and his eyes said it all.
He was young and the fear was palpable in his face and voice... but so was his anger, anger he held back for the good of his cause.

"I will say this once master Jedi... and i do hope from the bottom of my heart that you will listen" His eyes calmed, as blast of Artillery claimed another tower, showering all present with rocks and debris. Injuring several. "You and any Jedi may stay and help with the wounded... but remove your armies from my land or we will all die here..."
[member="Symara Tarriq"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Adas James Malgus"]

Jacen shook his head sadly, but his eyes never left the boy's. "I am tired of this and tired of your threats. Some of the greatest horrors spawned of the Dark side have been unleashed this day and all eyes fall upon your throne. This region of space is falling under the remit of the Alliance. That's can't be stopped now. What is left to decide is what remains between the Alliance and Atrisia. And what will remain of the legacy your father built. Don't throw your life away in another last charge. Remove the Sith. Your world can be rebuilt, your reign prosperous if the people want you in charge. Wash away the taint of the darkside and undo what corruption has wrought."

Jacen knew the truth of the matter. When the world fell under the gold of the Alliance on the map anything could be undone. The short blip of being ruled by an outside could be expunged. Or the lad could have a part in the future of Atrisia. But his support from the dark side, from the dominion had mostly gone. The Rebellion was at an end. All those who had fought Jacen's host had fled, died or were captive. But there was one last thread still to be tied off.

"Where is Grayson?"

If he chose to ride out and throw his life away then so be it. This was the last chance of a Rebellion, his last chance for a place in the future of Atrisia. If he truly cared for his people he could stay and tend them.

But if he carried on down this path then he would have to rely on the support of the Sith to rally to his cause and invade this world in years to come.

 

[Kami Meran]

[member="Symara Tarriq"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1NhF_cgwt3M

She watched as her smaller faster KYS tanks danced around the larger Reaver Assault Tank " Take those out. fast " She yelled heading in on her HA to engage the Tanks.
" droid mount take out those troops. DEFEND THAT PALACE . " she yelled as she leaped upon a Reaver and Dropped a grenade in to it's Hatch.
" Shell and Bantha's. blockade those troops. TAL back and carpet bomb the lot. " she smiled.

 

[Adas James Malgus]

Adas stared, nodding to the Jedi out of respect and closed his eyes. "You still don't get it, do you..." Another blast of Artillery shook the palace and the screams of dead and dying clung the air then left. He opened his eyes, anger so great it made his eyes water and it was not the pain of the injury he had suffered. "I don't give a damn about the Throne,This was my father's throne... If the people want another ruler then they can have another ruler and i will leave this planet with my mother and my sister in peace... i care little about Nobility and the right to rule..." His words came broken but anger spewed from them like a well of blood.

"But i will not leave this world to the Alliance that brought Mandalorians to destroy it... I owe my father that much... I do not hate the Jedi, in fact many of them defend Atrisia side by side those you call Sith while you pepper their homes with artillery fire" He truly did not understand the terms and the dark and light battle.. but he understood enough.

"Remove the Alliance from my land and take with you the murderers you unleashed upon this world, stay with the Jedi you pick and help me pick up the pieces of Atrisia if your desire for peace goes beyond your hatred of sith..." He spoke plainly, a nod from his adviser to the right assured him that he had spoken right. He shrugged, looking at the jedi with a face filled with blood, some his own and some not then he finished. "Or we can go back to slaughtering each other like animals..." He looked up to the sky, black and broken as scavengers took wings. "It's a good day to die as any... and i don't fear death and i am not threatening you master Jedi... we will indeed die here if you persist on bringing the armies of the Alliance upon a free and independent world that did nothing but gather in celebration for a returning King. The Galaxy will know that few stood against many, that single system stood up against half the galaxy and the banner of the alliance and held their own... "

A wind swept through them both. If the alliance wanted war and death. They would have their fair share of genocide. "We will not surrender to the alliance or anyone... This is Atrisia. If you continue to fight ... we will oblige and not as soldiers anymore... but as free men and women from an independent system the Alliance invaded without mercy"

A roar from behind him would make his point. "Master Jedi... pull back your dogs and we will have peace... set aside your ideology, set aside your thirst for conquest and blood will stop being spilled..."

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco's heavy breathing was stifled by the helmet he wore, uneasily eyeing the Trandoshan, but allowing him to leave. "May we fight another day." He told the chieftain in a relatively respectful tone as the Trandoshans made there way out of the palace and away from the fighting. "I'm fine Garn. Just a little rattled, get the minion." Draco said, pointing his sword towards Darth Malakai.

The energy he had eaten from the others flooded into his arm, focusing on the broken and chipped bones, enzymes, blood cells, platelets, and the subtle touch of the Force kicking his healing processes into overdrive as the Mandalorian Master viewed the remaining threat in the room. Unfortunately, he had injured his ally during the pulse of Darkness that had emanated from below them in his need to escape. It had been more severe due to his channeling of the Dark Side at the time, the separation of his focus to other matters that required more attention that hindered his ability to stave off the fear of the wave.

Draco waited just long enough for the Trandoshan to disappear from sight before moving to engage the Sith Acolyte his ally was already fighting. His outburst had injured his ally somewhat, and that would have to be repaid and made up for before the day was done. With his arm slowly returning to use, he could move his fingers without pain screaming up his arm, his injuries to his legs, neck, and chest ached dully, burns and small pieces of shrapnel embedded in muscle, contusions on his limbs from the fight.

Draco closed towards the dueling pair, waiting for the Sith to attempt something, preparing just enough that he might be able to counter it and aid his ally before closing to hand to hand combat. The Jedi that assisted them was still there, hopefully he would either join up or go see about a more critical battle that required his attention.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[HK-36]

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

Still dealing with Elpsis and Seria, HK was able to spot Lykos throwing his sheathed sabre before Adele,

"Oh come on!"

The droid exclaimed, if they were still listening or paying attention to him at all, after all he was talking so much at that point his words probably became a background noise,

"Sure! I get shot in the head three times, lose an eye, they throw a hyper-matter reactor at me, meanwhile your guy just kind of stares at you and then surrenders without an actual fight! How is that even remotely fair?!"


[member="Thraxis"],

HK looked at Thraxis limping away, letting the droid know about place and time when they could settle the score, so to speak, probably through a duel,

"Six months my metal ass."

The droid muttered but then remembered that he couldn't just grab a sniper rifle as, presumably, his hands were still occupied pushing on Elpsis and Seria's faces to keep them apart from strangling each other,

"Oh, I guess six months it is."


[member="Symara Tarriq"],

"Are you serious right now? This is hardly the time, plus it is gross for me. Make sure all your troops understand there is a ceasefire going on, do not conduct any strikes on the Palace, we have a diplomatic envoy going there, just fight those who fire on you first, most of the Atrisian troops are surrendering, even the Trandoschans."

He would glance to [member="Elpsis Elaris"] then,

"Symara wants to go out with you."


And then he would send out a transmission to [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and his friend,

"Jacen!"

The droid's voice would come out through his commlink,

"Atrisians brought in Mandalorian reinforcements, Clan Meran according to our reports, they are breaking the Ceasefire and attacking our position nearby the Palace, be careful, this could be a trap."

Of course HK didn't exactly knew whether Jacen was at the Palace or not, last thing he knew that was where the diplomatic representation was headed,

"I bet you sure wish you had, oh I do not know, somebody there made out of Phrik to shield you? And by the way, you are welcome for saving your from vaporization by hyper-matter core, it is not like I could have just let it happen and survive it, because again, made out of Phrik-"

The droid would go on like this for a rather long while, Jacen would be able to just end the transmission and HK wouldn't probably notice, instead just keep on talking into a dead commlink.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Adas James Malgus"]

"No one is going anywhere quickly. Calm yourself. Your emotions do you - and your people - a disservice. The guns haven't even fallen silent yet. Even a phased withdrawal will take days at this juncture. No one here has a thirst for violence, invasions or blood. No one on my side summoned the Terror from Beyond, laid low whole continents by summoning... whatever that damn thing was, or made blood sacrifice to bring a storm of darkness. We didn't fire first. But the presence of the Sith influencing the leadership of any world will not be tolerated. The One Sith cannot be allowed to rise again. You should know that all too well.

"If you're not able to have a rational discussion now I can return in a day. The ceasefire will hold, but your mandalorians still haven't stood down. Medical aid and evacuation is already being conducted. By us."

 

[Adas James Malgus]

The Jedi's words shook Adas. He was young, impressionable and highly naive. The thought of Sith and Jedi and the One Sith and the light and darkness was way out of his reach at the moment, he knew only the basics. He simply saw two sides and thought himself the good guy. He shook his head breathed in hard. "I don't know what you know, i don't understand this..." He held out his arms wide and tried to grasp the very air around him. He paused and held the jedi from leaving, he tried to compose himself but he was a child, no more than fifteen years of age and barely hitting puberty. "Help me understand... Help me as much as the rest have helped me... You say I have Mandalorians fighting on my side?... Then let's resolve this together" He held out a hand in a gesture of friendship, a hand soaked in injuries and blood.

He saw the [member="HK-36"] droid speak and turned a curious eye to it, Phirk armor and an entire droid made out of it? His eyes sparkled. "Cool" He said under his breath, holding back a smile of childish glee at the impressive looking machine. He snapped back to the Jedi, remembering the reason why they were there in the first place. Wether the Jedi held his hand and agreed or not Adas would let him know one last thing. "I Heed your wisdom master Jedi and I am glad you came here to talk to me... I will help you in whatever way i Can... You may be right that we fired first" He did not know who fired first, he assumed the Jedi was telling the truth. "But that was after the blockade of a thousand ships that was unleashed" Adas would say firing back was self defense against a force who sought to embargo and blockade a free and independent world but he needed to cease the bloodshed so he could then demand the alliance pull it's military back and pull it's humanitarian aid in.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]​

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

Allies: [member="Faith Organa"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Draco Vereen"] (to the respective leaders of said areas)
Atrisia
New Jedi Order & GADF

The set up for the forward operation base began. They only had portable tents and insta build shelters, but it was a start. New Jedi Order forces along with that of the Galactic Alliance scrambled to connect with those on the ground.

Rhen stood beside one of his fellow ExploreCorps members. They were serving as scouts, being deployed to be the first to connect to Alliance forces and their allies.

"Knight Qel-Droma!" Vie shouted to get Rhen's attention. The old Corellian turned, his scarred visage narrowing in concern.

"Yes?"

"We received an incoming message from the Organa forces." he said, a bit out of breath through his rebreather.

"Play it."

A nod and the ranger pressed play.

//message to Galactic Alliance Evacuation teams, we need ****COUGH COUGH*** transports and rebreathers in the city of Shiso. *COUGH COUGHHH** Women and small children....need.. ..water.....//end *COUGHHG COUGHHHHHH .

Rhen's lips drew into a thin line.

"Do we have their coordinates?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Send a message back that we have received their distress call and our on our way. Send enough of our forces to ensure their protection and rebreathers."

"Yes, Sir!" a nod and the ranger ran off to do the bidding.

///Message to Organa Forces: We have received your hail and coordinates. We are sending transports, rebreathers, and forces from the New Jedi Order and Alliance. If possible, use an orange smoke grenade to establish your position.///

 

[H3xle]

[member="draco vereen"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]


Slowly, the scent of burnt nuts and spoiled meat faded from her nostrils. The waves of blackness receded from her vision, and total control returned to her mind. She knew Madame Darke was dead, her foe was the Sithling before her, who seemed to have been frozen to the spot by the waves of darkness. Still leaning on the statue, Taryc glanced down and saw what she was leaning on. A derisive snort was quickly followed by her standing to her full height. A quick moment of focus and a movement of her arm had the crotch of [member="mythos"] rent asunder.

Draco was moving towards her duel now, along with another form that she didn't recognize. Her ally was moving as if the newcomer had his back, so Taryc wasn't concerned about him. She let her focus on her sword go and moved around to where Draco and Veino stood. The power radiating off of them told her that both were more powerful than either she or the Sithling. The fight was entirely out of favor for the Sithling, but the tendrils of darkness within warred with her more recent streak of goodness. Darkness wanted to see the Sithling with her sword through him, immolating him with the fires of her sword like she had done to countless heretics under the Primeval. The goodness wanted to see him surrender and taken captive.

She'd let her friends and the Sithling decide which part of her got it's wish.

 

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

K H O M M
Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Force
[member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Riimaurus"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Jasper Varanin"] @Ajira Cardai [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]


Areith's datapad came with the following updates. Faith Organa had confirmed her message and would be looking for the New Jedi Order personnel who would help her. Would was slowly trickling in from around the sector. Thracior reported that there was an agreement with the Hnsi Clan. The diplomatic envoy would receive a message of gratitude along with the instruction to ensure the protection and safety of the planet there. Work would progress in establishing a small Alliance embassy in the coming months. If possible, the establishment of a small Alliance Forward operating base would be best, as a pit stop for supplies if possible. Monetary aid would be given to the people of Thracior for their understanding and support.

There were also updates from Inysh, Curvacia, and Dahtag. Lialic, Crystan, and Thebeon were still awaiting word, however, with the hyperspace anomalies, it was understandable. Faith would be placed on Corellia Digital to be able to reestablish those connections. If anything, the latest word had been that they were in the process of setting it up.

For now, it was time to discuss with the Khomm Council. With a firm and cordial expression, Arieth gave a distinct bow to the council in front of her.

"I thank you for your time and flexibility in such a trying matter." she took a breath. "I know that we had originally intended to discuss trade under difference circumstances."

One of the senior Khommites gave the woman a stoic look.

"What are these circumstances?" they had caught only figments from the holonews.

"Of course... Not six hours ago an unusual apparition of hyperspace had been detected by Alliance Forces. An investigation led to the discovery of a Force storm around the planet of Atrisia along with what appeared to be a vast Sith fleet..."

 

[Siriwook]

[member="Cathul Thuku"]

Location: Inysh
Allies: Alliance [member="Geloyra Malleus"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Zark"] [member="Siriwook"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Maizono"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Suravi Teigra"]
Objective: Take care of the incoming patients

Siriwook visibly slumps. She's tired, and more than a little hungry. Thankfully, she still has fruit stashed away on her ship. But, looking around at the chaos of people loading and unloading medical repulsorlifts with people in agony, she isn't sure she really ought to go rest. Even without the Force, she has something to contribute.

"Woowoora, Arughra raughruu. Woora... ru, aughra. Augh. Augh'arrrru. [Mistress, I can still help. Not with the... mana, not now, but I can help]"

Siriwook demonstrates by helping to lift and gently set down a large soldier with a broken leg on a gurney that two medics had been preparing to lift.

"Thanks, furball," said the soldier, "now can you get me a real doctor?"

Siriwook laughs at the soldier's joke.

Quietly, she says, "Hurr raugh arghruruaghwa rawaaooo. Hraa. [Furball must be a term of endearment in Basic.]"

 

[Shaddi]

Erebos could see it now, so clearly that it pained him a little. What [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and [member="Adas James Malgus"] spoke to one another fell on def ears from both sides. With a heavy sigh Erebos threw his Telsword down into the ground, it's hilt pointing up into the sky. Exerting himself and what was left of his power he called upon every last vestige of the dark side still filling the skies until he keeled over and coughed up blood from the sheer exertion alone. As he stood up, woozy and weakened he looked towards Adas and moved his hand upon his shoulder in a reassuring almost fatherly manner. "There is nothing outside yourself, that can ever enable you to get stronger, faster, richer, better or smarter. Everything is within. Everything exists. Seek nothing outside yourself." He stated the first lesson as he began to remove the chest plate of his armor. "The most dangerous man is the one who listens, observes and thinks for himself." This was punctuated with his chest armor hitting the ground. "Think lightly of yourself and deeply of your world, they stand at your back out of fear so you must protect them, those that stand at your side are those worth fighting with." He finished and delivered a swift punch into Adas's jaw. "Your father never learned true patience or restraint his recklessness caused him, his life when he went along with the madness of Darth Mephirium's plan. Rise above who he was and be better than he ever was." Erebos said with as stern and fatherly a tone that he could muster before turning towards Jacen.

He was unarmed and unarmored safe for his mask, gauntlets and greaves. His robes were tattered and he was tired. "[member="Draco Vereen"] is here, Jacen. He was a member of the one sith and as a former member of that insipid council I can tell you that much. Silence those guns and I will help you take in Darth Mephirium and find whoever this Grayson is." He spoke calmly and when he was right in front of Jacen he took his mask off and revealed that the man that had been almost a decade or more within the sith only looked to be crawling out of his twenties. "As someone who's found redemption within the culture of his people I implore you. Stop this damn fighting now. The Galactic Alliance acted out of it's own desire to preserve it's power and you know it but you are jedi, your supposed to be better than that and while I admit that there were sith lords here and they did attack relatively first it was because the GA dropped a fleet into the system without any provocation at all. Think on it Marshal, the dark side makes some paranoid and considering how much time you've fought against the dark side you should know this. End this senseless bloodshed, leave Atrisia to be governed by themselves for they will never submit to you, they see you as invaders who would slander their people to justify your own ends. Jacen do not bring shame upon what it means to be a jedi, Isn't it a jedi's role to protect those that cannot protect themselves? to uphold what is right and just? To serve the force not some government that seems to be growing greedy and warmongering."

Erebos's voice was soft and calm, almost gentle as he spoke. "I implore you, I implore your sense of Justice. Don't be blinded by hate or vengeance it will only lead you down the very road the people you fight against have taken." He said this as he reached out with his hands against one another, Showing Jacen a sign of surrender on his part as well as a begging motion for the man to come to his senses. "On my honor and word as King of Shawken, We only came together to discuss a trade agreement." His face seemed tired, exhausted even and his words were all truth he did not know who had called the mandalorians but the fact that they were fighting Atrisian troops as he had seen made it easy to say they weren't on their side.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco walked over to his ally, pulling the glove from his right hand as he approached. It seemed the fighting had calmed down some. "Come here, let me do what I can for your wounds Taryc." His voice was low and grumbled through the annunciator in his helmet. The warlord needed skin to skin contact to do anything beyond a placebo effect, and thus pulling his gauntlet off was the quickest way to help her at all. He had injured the poor girl during his outburst during the Wave of Darkness, that seemed to have passed them by, leaving them alone in the upper levels of the palace.

In the mean time, his focus poured into his own arm while he waited. Without serious immediate threat to engage, he was able to focus on regenerating from his wounds, however there were somethings he couldn't simply heal from, and even what he could took time. He altered his blood flow, adding platelets where he needed to stifle the loss of blood the quicker, turned his body to fixing itself as best as he could. It wouldn't be perfect, it would look ugly, but it would be scarred and functional.

Draco began texting Faith calmly as he spoke aloud to his compatriots. "So, anyone for collapsing the Palace? I know I am." It would certainly be an easy way to demoralize those fanatical atrisians that stood with their relatively recent monarchy. Plus it would demolish their bastion of defense and leave them scattered against fresh Alliance reinforcements to mop up.

//To: [member="Faith Organa"]
Be careful Ner Ahiraor. Its still a warzone.

Also my arm is broken. Note to self, don't text and fight.

//End

Veino was technically in charge of them, which may or may not be a good thing given his Light Side tendencies instead of tactical and strategic level head. It may lead them into a fight they couldn't win.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Inysh
Allies: GA [member="Geloyra Malleus"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Zark"] [member="Siriwook"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Maizono"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Marcus Itera"]
Objective: Take care of incoming patients

"Oh yes, you can always help, you can give medications to patients, like bandages, and all other first-aid medical stuff that does not require the Force to do"

Geloyra must have exhausted her mana by now, much like Siriwook did, she thought. Without the Force, either apprentice would be orderlies or, at best, nurses. What made them medically vital was the ability to use the Force. But the soldier with a broken leg was brought in front of Cathul by the two field medics: as she knew it in the cases of broken bones, she used the Force to create a splint between the broken ends of the bone so that she could focus on stitching the bones together so long as the patient is properly immobilized. But as fixing a perforated lung requires a lot more energy than fixing broken leg bones using Force-healing, as she did on multiple occasions, she began to show signs of fatigue. But she realized that, especially if the Atrisia Campaign ends up being a victory for the Alliance, following through with it will require the Alliance to establish a more permanent presence in the hex, including but not limited to, medical facilities.

"The patient must stand still in the bed once brought to the ward"

"Roger, roger"

"Open a channel to the Medical Corps" she ordered, turning to the communications officer.

"Channel open. Also [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"] will receive what you have to say"

"Medical Corps, this is Therapy Command. Requesting permission to build a permanent military hospital on Inysh: it will allow all GADF personnel in the hex to receive healthcare"

Therapy Command:

Spoiler

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Yag'dhul (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Vandelhelm (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft (deployed in a defensive screen):
144 T-70 X-Wings
60 BB-2 bombers

NJO ships:

Spoiler

In-system:

ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m

Inbound:

ANS Bestine (Acclamator-class assault ship): 752m

Outbound:

ANS Ritalin (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m
ANS Prozac (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m