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

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Moving Into Position On TF Fondor's Flank
Objective: Maintain Blockade
Allies: [member="Sieb Tevv"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Lady Shambleau"], Galactic Alliance & Friends
Enemies: [member="Jagger Fuga"], [member="Mythos"], Sith & Friends
Unaligned: [member="Ostanes"]
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Bridge, ANS Light of Ashla

"Admirable," Commodore Pulsar commented absently, gazing out the viewport at the forces arrayed in orbit over Atrisia.

"Indeed," Commander Bashir agreed, ever close by, "They are considerably outnumbered, and yet are adapting their tactics to slow us down as much as possible. I doubt the thought of surrender has yet to even cross their minds."

"Yet?" Zark repeated the word, glancing over to the young Mon Cala, "Surrender? Defeat? It is not in their vocabulary. The only form of honorable combat that occurs to our foes is that which ends in victory, or death."

"So we have something in common, then," the commander replied, a fierce light in his eyes.

"Careful, young warrior," the Commodore chuckled, glancing at his new XO skeptically, "There can be dishonor even in victory, and there is such a thing as too high a cost."

There was a beeping alarm on the holoreadout in front of them, signifying that the star defender's sensors had detected a considerable explosion in the vicinity of the planetary shield generators. It seemed their more aggressive Mandalorian companions had lived up to their reputation, and Zark would have to make a mental note to provide their commander with a case of some very, very expensive liquor. This high up in the Defense Force had its perks, and the Jedi felt fairly confident he could come up with something with as equally hardy a reputation to do the Mandos justice. Task Force Sullust was just moving into position on Admiral Tevv's flank, several craft firing potshots in the direction of the Chimaera and its allied forces but unable to open up with its full batteries in its current position of support.

"All batteries, discretionary fire at hostile targets," Zark ordered, the exceedingly well trained command staff of the Indomitable-class jumping to obey his every whim, "Ease us back with TF Fondor, strengthen the blockade. Prepare to launch assault craft towards the surface, and send a communique to our allies on Dulvoyinn. Now...

Now is where the real battle begins."


Ship Movement

Spoiler

Task Force Sullust moves into position alongside Task Force Fondor's Flank.
Sporadic firing on [member="Jagger Fuga"] 's ships.
Assault craft launched towards the planet surface and message sent to allies at NJO staging area.

Task Force - Sullust
"Pulsar's Peacekeepers."

Spoiler

5,920 meters

Indomitable-class Star Defender:
ANS Light of Ashla

Noble-class Star Defenders:
ANS Ab Aeterno

Dreadnought-class Mark III Escort Cruisers:
ANS Ascendant, ANS Justicar

Unyielding-class Command Cruiser:
ANS Rebel's Hope

Nebulon-L Multirole Frigates:
ANS Lord Protector, ANS Remember Eriadu, ANS Krayt Dragon

Strike-class Corvettes:
ANS Fate's Folly, ANS Rivers of Arbra, ANS Tetan Queen

 

[Seria Ventreme]

]LOCATION: The Shield Generator
]ENEMIES: The Galactic Alliance of Deluded Conquerors
]ALLIES: The Sith, The Bith and the generally miffed
]OBJECTIVE: Defend the Planetary Shield Generator.

Moments after her master had left, Seria sat down on a well padded chair with her datapad in hand and watched as Darth Ambroscus' other apprentices deigned to hike it by foot all the way to the shield generator. She considered telling them to wait, but realized they were unlikely to listen after they ran into the street and began killing whatever insignificant fools they crossed. "What a waste of time and energy." Said Seria aloud, thinking that -[member="Kruel Zing"] could have eaten that energy- and mulling the actions of [member="Akuma"] and [member="Dravis Rosilla"] over with a sip of the red wine that she had been served moments before all hell had broken loose. The thrilling and terrifying moment when the Galactic Alliance crashed the peaceful gathering with orbital fire and brimstone. Besides, it had been a good while since she had great wine; much of the drink she'd encountered since leaving the homeworld was clear as water and mouth burningly strong, or poorly brewed swill to be drunk by those who did not understand what a good wine was. The curse of wealth she thought. Once you had tasted the best, anything less was a disappointment, but you could always trust in one thing. Wherever royalty was, fine wine would follow. Perhaps once this was over and the Alliance was driven off she would take a cask. Nae, two. Barrels. As reward, and send one home to father for his collection. He wouldn't drink it of course, but he'd appreciate the sentiment. It was a young wine, in the right conditions it could last for many years to come. A Carbernet Sauvingnon from the taste. Sweet black cherry, a refreshing bitterness of espresso, cocoa that had been left unsweetened. For a moment she wondered if she had tasted a hint of toffee, oak barrels? Perhaps. It was subtle. A quietness under the toasty spice. Fleshy supple tannin's, with a refreshing but not overpowering sense of acidi-

Bollocks. Thought Seria, while actually voicing a string of whispered slurs. Her datapad had went off loudly and in her panic to answer she'd knocked the bottom of the wine glass against the table, shattering the thin crystal and getting red wine over herself and the table. Great, stains already. She looked down at the screen, it was the trooper Kruel had offered to her in the weeks past. The one she had spared. "Good evening miss." He said, wondering why the screen was shaking as she tried to rub out some of the wine with a napkin. "Lt. Briggs, are the shuttles ready?"
"We've landed outside."
"Good work, I shall be there shortly."
"We will await your arrival."

Seria hung up, placing the remains of the glass down on the table as she walked outside, speeding up to a slight jog as she approached the landed shuttles that bore a number of Kruels troops from the Inferneon. Lt. Briggs was waiting, and offered Seria a hand into the ship which she accepted without question. The moment she was inside the doors closed, and the shuttles ascended up above the buildings but far, far below the limits of the planetary shielding and hovered for a moment before they sped towards the shield generator at high speed. Quickly overtaking the other apprentices as they went by foot. "Lt. Briggs, when we land I want you and your men to disperse. I need several firing lines on every approach to overwhelm any Jedi that might come, focus on single targets and we can take them out one by one. I'll also need a team providing me cover fire, as I will be engaging them by hand and will not be able to deal with enemy blaster fire as well. Serve me well, and I shall inform Lord Ambrascus of your success." The Lt. nodded, holding onto the dangling supports as the shuttles approached the generator and slowed down as they prepared to descend. Signals sent by the shuttles would identify them as Sith to those manning the planetary shielding center. "Oh, and Briggs. If you or your men capture any Jedi. Don't execute them, I require a 'chat' with some of their number."

 

[Darth Assimilus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SydiP37NMrI​

Location: Headed to Throne Room
Objective: Plan F
Enemies: GA and allies
Allies: Sithy people.

Previously outside the shield Generator...

Loud explosions filled the far skies. Static and electricity popped causing Nulgath to widen his eyes. The Shield had been breached and overloaded in a single spot. Slowly the Epicanthix began to walk away from the Shield Generator station. This was a bad idea. Nulgath gave no warning to the soldiers under his command nor a warning to anyone else around him. Sprinting away with force speed the cloaked corpse could sense impending doom. The torpedo's sailing through the skies to their target. BOOM. The shock wave knocked the Sith Lord over causing his to roll in the streets. The Planetary Shield Generator was destroyed.

" Great..." His eyes scanned the skies as he caught whatever breaths he could. Was there a plan B? How much time did Artisia have before the Galactic Alliance had full control? Arrest was not an option, not again. The Darkside stirred around Nulgath as he gathered his thoughts. Nulgath did not need to answer his comm to know what Cyril was going to do. The man had a military mind but lacked Nulgaths greater cunning, intellect and over all willingness to dive into raw power. It was in this moment he knew what had to happen.

Presently at the throne room...

Traveling through the city with force speed Nulgath relished in every negative emotion he could. Almost the entire city was in a panic and fear was very very ripe! Reaching the Palace steps the Decaying sith lord overlooked the city and innocent lives around him. Lightning crackled around him and his eyes glew a purple hue. A force fury. " Alliance pests! insignificant insects!" He shouted knocking the Palace doors wide open and storming down the halls till his arrival at the throne room had come. " Cyril! we lack the numbers to complete whatever your plans are! This is not the Coup and rebellion of One Sith! I have a plan." Wasting no time Nulgath began taking in all the Darkside energy he could and seated himself in the center of the room.

" Join me!" he shouted in a furious tone.

 

[Adas James Malgus]

Adas watched his father ride forward towards Mephirium. Adas clenched his hands so hard in his lightsabers his knuckles turned white. Rage was consuming him, helplessness and impotence. He looked about to find his mother yet he could not find her at all, not even in the usual place she stood. Let go? Of His father? Of his mother? Of everyone and everything he loved? Had his father gone mad?

"No Father... Never, i wli never let you go and if you die i will bring you back if i have to go through every text and scroll in the libraries of the galaxy to find you!" His words fell on Mythos' hears, yet the King only looked over his shoulder and gave him a light smile. Adas was prepared to to fight but he was not prepared for what was to come, he was not ready at all to witness what was about to happen to his father, to Atrisia and to this battle. This young man, barely hitting puberty a few months ago was not prepared... but this was his trail by fire. His plunge into the darkside would begun today. Adas was educated but he was not educated in the ways of the Sith... that was [member="Darth Mephirium"]s job.

The young lad looked over to his father as he joined Mephirium and took a hard look at the man called Cyrus. His master to be, what did that mean? Adas had truly no idea, he knew nothing about the Sith other than how to use Dark Sided abilities. Using his rage and anger and hatred to crush the enemy or whatever obstacle he had in his way. Apart from that and formal higher education Adas was oblivious to what it meant to be a Sith.

Adas shrugged and went by Mephirium and the others then stood close, feeling the Darkside of the force rumble and shake the entire planet to its very core again and again. There was something happening everywhere, people were dying and Adas could sense it, he could sense the suffering of those around him in the planet and... it gave him joy and strength. He smiled outwardly to Mephirium, still wet in the eyes from sorrow. "What your orders..." He paused and swallowed. "My Emperor"



​

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Malakai approached the palace, he noticed [member="Grace Darkson"] standing in the front of the structure, he gave her a silent nod before turning back at the streets. He watches as the 501st slowly moved around the palace.

He quickly activated his comm device and spoke into it, ordering the troopers as they moved. "I want sniper positions in the nearby buildings, set up barracades in front of every entrance." His attention shot to a squad of the soldier's in front of him. "You men, with me." Ten of the troopers immediately turned onto the Sith's heel as he made his way inside. The palace was oddly calm, not half as chaotic as the Sith expected. He walked over to his Master and bowed respectfully. "My Lord, I am here as commanded. I will continue to monitor the batteries from here."

The Sith turned from the dark lord, moving to a nearby terminal to set up his firing order once more. The Sith keyed into the guns and spoke over the comm system. "This is Darth Malakai, I am back online."

 

[Warden T. Abroms]

Sgt. Abroms could practically feel the irritation from his squad when the shields went down
"welp....here we go."

"Alpha and Bravo Company, rendezvous at the palace, begin setting up defensive measures. Charlie Company, aid delta company in defending the fixed guns."

"WILCO, partner"

Warden offers a quick snap of his heels and crisp salute to the Sith lord before toggling his helmet comms.
"Alright, Delta, looks like we're gonna have to pick up the pace on firework duty! Focus on your last targets, don't let a single person on those ships touch Atrisian dirt! You trackin' Delta"

there was a slight pause before the reports started come in.
"Aye, sarge"
"Loud and clear"
"Good copy"
"10-4"
"Let's make some green grass grow"

"Alright, then let's get these guns singin'. On my command!"

Warden chuckled to himself
"This is always my favorite part."
"FIRE AT WILL!!"

The sergeant smiled as he watched round after round be launched into the sky, each waiting to kiss a Mandolorian ship on its cheek.

[member="Darth Malakai"] @Mythos @Bartic Myth'rand

 

[Warden T. Abroms]

edit to quote*

Warden T. Abroms "Take command of the firing line Sergeant, I'm returning to the palace."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Post: 5
Objective: Get the Rancor Active
Allies: [member="Tarok"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Darth Malakai"], [member="Enma Jayss"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Darth Praetorias"], [member="Mythos"], [member="Kruel Zing"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]
Enemies:[member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Akimoto Yukitoshi"] [member="Lady Shambleau"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Warden T. Abroms"]
*Sorry if I missed you.

The Alliance Soldier fell for the trap perfectly. With the hallways sealed and oxygen pumped into those sections it was like a balloon in these corridors. As the troopers exited one at a time their air tight suites they wouldn't have notice the difference. Then the Order was given to release the air locks sucking the compressed compartments out of their stuffed oxygen. This would have been an equivalent to a Rancor punching these soldier in the chest. Some would pass out from being stretched, others their boots would short out and go flying across the corridor, a small few would be thrown into space.

The second part of the plan also was successful as since the corridors were depressurized blowing up the Blast Doors was a disaster. The explosion didn't blow the doors inward, but the air sucked in pushed all the shrapnel back into their faces, as well as their grenade they thought would follow the explosion. A few of the 501st boots gave out and flew into the same corridor as the Alliance, but as the dust settled, they would face the distructive force of veteran fighter and killers. Stormtroopers of the legendary 501st Legion, as well as scattered support Marines from Jagger's own Skyfall Legion. It would be a bloody fight, but a fight the men of the Chineara would be victorious in.

--BRIDGE

The Admiral called for support, but his Crusader Corvettes were being pelted with laser fighter, but they were also acting as a shield for the Star Destroyer. They were just oustide accurate fire range so some of the shots missed, many hit enough that the Corvettes were slowing down. A radio message was sent out by the Captains of the Ships, 'Long Live The Dominion'. As dedicated defenders and loyalist to Jagger's dream of Order and peace, they would give their lives as well as those of their crew to protect that dream. Jagger only saluted the ship as he had other priorities to get to. He needed to get to the Rancor Space Station. It's shields could protect them from the strongest attack by this Armada of ships.

"Get us docked up and connect to its sub systems, I want their shields to encompass the whole fleet, or what's left of it."

It would only be seconds as the highly Veteran crew was able to dock with the monster of a space station and connect to its Shield Generator Systems. The 4,000 meter ship was large enough to reach around bothe the Star Destroyer as well as the Cruiser. The three corvettes accepted their fate and set up a defensive posistion blocking any incoming fire from the task force, as well as any starfighters who felt dangerous enough to attack. He then scrambled as many fighters and interceptors as he could must, but he didn't have enough puppets, so only 4 wings of TIE fighters and 3 wings of TIE Interceptors were placed within the Station. He then radioed [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], "Radio the Kiaser, we are clear."

The second he mentioned his safty a fleet of ships started to unload on the Stations Shields with such an unrelenting force that nearly rocked the whole station. The effect was devastating and the Corvettes did their best to defend the station with their bodies, but two were destroyed instantly. The other had its shields destroyed and was on its last leg. The Fleet was dwindling before his eyes. This was all because of [member="Darth Prazutis"] and his fleet.

It was true, both the SULLIST Fleet and the Mando Fleets were in direct line of the planet, with only the Fondor Fleet barely intercepting the Rancor in its direct line of path. Whatever his Master was doing, he better do it soon.

Spoiler

2,000 Fleet + 4,000 Station

Imperial II Star Destroyer - Chimaera

3x Crusader Class Corvette - Lorry, Lover Union, Challenger

Brimstone Heavy Cruiser - Celestial Knight

Rancor Space Station
3 Wings TIE Qiang
4 Wings TIE Interceptor
1 Wings TIE Defenders

 

[Placeholder 04]

"No father. You misunderstand. This is where you and I become brothers. This is the hour of our final ascension." Mephirium spoke, his words travelling through the telepathic link as well as they would through any comm unit.

"Join the apprentices near the doors," he instructed of Mythos' son. "You must defend this building whilst we gather ourselves. We cannot be interrupted -- I'm sure you understand." He offered the boy a well-meaning smile that went unseen to to his mask. The child might have shown promise in the future; it would be interesting to watch his growth were they all to survive.

Mephirium knew, of course, that such would not be the case.

"Yes now, Kruel," he growled into the comm. "We've little time. Our cannons will hold the Alliance at bay, but not for long."

The Atrisians moved as their king had bode. They gathered in shelters deep beneath the earth, the cities growing emptier with each passing minute. It might surprise the alliance to know that Mephirium had a heart for the people, and he was keen to let them think something else was being pulled rather than the preservation of their lives. It made things easier.

"I had the same thought, Nulgath." He mumbled, turning to stand at the center of the throne room. "You know what must be done, Mythos, Praetorias. They fall ever deeper into the maw. Now we must bite."

With hands outstretched, Darth Mephirium called upon the ethereal powers of this place. The Great Oceans waters swirled about him; darkening to the color of liquid onyx and wrapping about him like a cloak of malevolence. He channeled it forward into a place between the gathered Sith, his energies slowly seeping into this artificial nexus.

"As I said when this all began," he mumbled, "We may have came here as foes, but in the end, we are brothers."

[member="Nulgath Zardai"], [member="Darth Vulcanus"], [member="Darth Praetorias"], [member="Kruel Zing"], [member="Mythos"], [member="Adas James Malgus"]

 

[Mythos]

After he gave his son a final glance over his shoulder Mythos strode into the hall taking his place next to Mephirium and doing everything in his power to make sure that he did not look at his son again. He could not afford that distraction right now, or his wife... Groom however was beside him the whole way and the hound would see him protected even in death. With a nod to Mephirium Mythos began meditating in the dark side of the force, using the axe and the amulet as a anchor and a well to draw upon as he knew exactly what Mephirium was about to do.

Part of him wished his son did not have to see this but his son needed to watch was was happening both to learn and to understand, two very different things as he would soon find out. "Dizokai!" Mythos shouted, an ancient Sith Spell word that amplified his force signature and made it easier to tap into and to identify, it also made it harder for enemies to overpower his presence.

The axe of adas hit the floor very hard and with the impact sent ripples of chaotic energy through the floor, a mild shockwave shook the ground as the ritual was being prepared. With a nod to his adviser, a singal would be sent to every man and woman in Atrisia in military service or otherwise to get to shelters from nuclear attack, because Atrisia had been leveled so many times the people had built with Mythos' help over a hundred miles of bomb shelters and fortresses that sunk into the ground itself for even more miles.He nodded to Mephirium one last time. A smile visible on his eyes.

"I am ready"

Mythos felt the force around him move and tap inside of him, he felt strange being manipulated but instead of resisting Mythos let it go along with him aiding the manipulation with his own power and influence in the force. He aided Mephirium by mimicking what he was doing, he did not know the ritual but he knew how to copy what he saw, it was how he had learned most of his abilities. The nexus was growing stronger but they still needed a bit more time.
[member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Kruel Zing"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Warden T. Abroms"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"]​

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Darth Malakai stood over his terminal, watching as his Sergeant ordered a new firing order into the skies. He smirked softly before nodding approvingly, “Very well done.” After turning from his terminal he looked to his Master, who was reaching into the nether of the Dark Side, commanding it as if it had found a home in his hands.


He turned from the Terminal, making his way over to his master, before he could speak to him two of the 501st Captains approached him, snapping to attention as they spoke. “Sir, the palace is secure.” Malakai glanced to his master for a shallow moment before turning to his commanders. “Hold your positions, await my orders. Dismissed.” Both soldiers took a step back before facing away from the Sith, leaving him to speak with his master.


Malakai approached his master, speaking in a low tone, “Mast-....Father, what must I do to help?” Part of Malakai had an immature notion, his curiosity getting the best of him, he quickly cleared his throat, replacing his words. “I mean...your orders, my lord?”

[member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Warden T. Abroms"]

 

[Kruel Zing]

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



“It must always be now…” Kruel said a growl in his voice. Inside this room. Inside this very chamber the darkside would converge, stronger than Kruel had felt it in many years. If the Dashade could cry he possibly would’ve at this moment. The darkside was once again at its Zenith. Now was the time to meditate on the darkside however. Lowering himself to a cross legged position that looked odd for one his size and species Kruel closed his eyes. Opening himself to the force, to the people of Atrisia and the people above the planet in Orbit Kruel consumed them all for his was the great Maw! At the end of times he would devour them all.

Putting a conscious effort on his ability Kruel sucked in the force his own power growing and began dispersing it out to his allies further powering them while himself. Simultaneously he pumped those same negative emotions back into the people of Atrisia letting it feed their fear, their outrage and anger. His whipped them up into a frenzy, children would cry and adults would scream out as the essences were repurposed creating a loop of energy that continued to flow through Kruel as the focal point.

It had been too long since Ambroscus had channeled such large amounts of power and in return it felt as though the force was tearing at his being. The energy threatened to destroy Kruel’s one tether to the mortal realm. It was only through his specialization of Consume essence and his natural gift of force resistance that Kruel wasn’t destroyed instantly. Eyes opening the bloodshine orbs held a new sort of energy and understanding. It was as though the force was calling out to him. It wanted him to come to it. To join with it.

My child it is time. A voice Kruel hadn’t heard in millennia it called to him and made the dashade feel as though he were a child in the jedi temples once again.

“Master Yemen?” Kruel asked beneath his voice.

Come my boy, it is time to let go. You’ve fought for so long. Fought against me… Against the light, join me once again.”

“I am sorry my master but there will never be a place for me by your side. I chose my path long ago.”

 

[Atlas Kane]

Deep breaths. Deeeep breaths, Praetorias. There is no need to listen to this insolent fool.

"Your plans elude me still, Mephirium. What is it that your mind has cooked up now? Answer me." His voice even more irritated. It was bad enough that they were losing, now the man he had followed here was being secretive and mysterious for no reason, even though the situation called for immediate retaliation. "You realise we do not have time for games, do you not?" His anger grew more. His tone grew more agitated.

Against his better judgement, however, he sighed. He would join in with whatever Mephirium and his close followers had to do. With heavy steps he moved over to where Nulgath was, sitting down beside him in a cross-legged position. The Dark Side was strong, a lot of strong emotions were being radiated throughout the Force. It was time to open himself up to them and add to whatever the Sith were doing here. It was easy to draw upon his anger, especially now that defeat seemed imminent.

How many lives had already been sacrificed? How many more would there be? Praetorias couldn't tell, the Force wasn't answering him about the future. He could only open himself up to the hatred and the Dark Side of the Force that engulfed this planet in these hours, open himself up and be carried away by the moment.

"You're doing what the Jedi do, letting the Force guide your actions."

"Pff, simple insults like those will not work on me, fool."

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Upon seeing the great Vortex erupting from the mountain Causstik began to grimace. He hailed the rest of his Chieftains "Their sorcerer performs a great ritual. We must stay clear of this mountain. We will turn back and go to the capital," his vessel banked sharply and the rest followed suit. They reached the capital shortly and found it mostly abandoned by its people. Cowards, Causstik thought. His vessels landed around the palace.

"Have the engineers lay the rest of the mines within the streets. Relay there locations to our allies. When this is done take up defensive positions within the buildings. It appears the 501st already has sniper in nest,"

Causstik's war band raced into houses and fortified positions with sand bags and e-webs. His engineers poured over the streets dumping mines into the broken terrain. His war Chiefs sent orders and messages to the rest of their Allies. When the enemy came it would be a bloody battle indeed. Urban warfare would dictate they invaded building after building, clearing block for block. It would be slow paced, terrifying, and bloody. Causstik just needed to hold out long enough for his Sith Allies to complete their ritual.

Post 7
Streets outside palace
Allies: [member="Phoebus"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Tarok"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Akuma"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Kruel Zing"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

The people of Atrisia were running hectically. Panic had broken out, foreign invaders were having a battle with unknown "defenders". Confusion everywhere. Kensen had no idea what was going on either, he was feeling many things, things he was not supposed to feel. Confusion, panic, anger, fear, they weren't his. He only had one thing in mind, helping those who need it, yet those emotions were there. Why was it that he was feeling this? He couldn't tell, he was simply puzzled by this.

He saw the plush bear of a girl drop as she was dragged to a shelter by her parents. No one else seemed to pick it up and him just standing there, blocking the way, getting pushed by the others trying to get past him didn't help. So he decided to go after the bear, picking it up and following the family, trying to reach them through the crowd of people.

He made his way through the crowd, slowly, towards the shelter, but was only able to reach the family when he arrived at the stairs leading down into the underground portion of the shelter. He handed the bear to the little girl with a smile, though it was only a mask. Internally he was too confused, too much in turmoil to keep a happy outlook.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jThIN0baFqw​

Location: Throne Room.

The Darkside Flooded his being pouring into the center of the ritual that he had begun. With so many active and lending a hand the decaying sith lord Nulgath knew it was time. It was extremely draining to contain this and keep this ritual stable but this was the point of no return. Nulgath was already withering away before the ritual but now? Slowly and steadily his dead flesh began to burn from such power. His beaming red eyes glanced at his peers then to his own flesh, He was not the only one feeling such agony!

" More there needs to be more!" he shouted weakly. Then it hit him. A fear of failure. It was not going to work. With so much energy swirling about it could not be helped to feel abit of everything. Nulgaths rotting jaw closed shut hard cracking his yellow teeth and going as far as fracturing his jaw from such strain of pressure. Tapping into his inner self and strongest parts of his sheer will Nulgath grinned wide expressing a crazied look at his ritual then to his brothers.

Only one word escaped his mouth...

​

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There was nothing left to give or add. He had exhausted himself to fuel the ritual further. A powerful wave of darkside energy shook the interior of the room and around the palace itself. The lightning that burst from his finger tips reversing direction and incinerating Nulgaths entire being. Bones crushed into dust, flesh charred in a instant. It climbed up his limbs like a hive of insects devouring its prey. His force enhanced screams flooded the room briefly and then there was silence. A unnatural breeze swept the room blowing The epicanthixs ashes about the area. Death was not a door and time was not a window. ​

 

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Mephirium could not distract himself long enough to give Gratua a reply. he gave the boy a knowing look; one of the acceptance of finality, and turned his attentions back to their work. The energy of the ethereal realm drained from him slowly, his flesh paling as if it was his own blood being spilled. His hands shook, but they did not waver. His legs felt like jelly beneath him, but he did not fall. Eyes of slate and grim purpose fell to [member="Darth Praetorias"].

"We must end this," was his answer. "If we can buy our people time, they can keep the alliance from dropping the guillotine on Atrisia. They'll kill thousands in their witch hunt. We cannot allow this." The finality with which he spoke brooked no argument.

He felt rather than saw Nulgath fade away. Despite all the decrepit lord's deformities and his vile nature, Mephirium felt a pang of sadness. Nulgath had been a loyal warrior, perhaps even a friend. He supposed it did not matter now. They would all see on another within the depths of the Great Ocean soon enough.

"Goodbye, old friend," Mephirium managed to whisper, the cybernetics in his arm whirring on overload from the excess electricity. The false limb fell to his side uselessly, but Mephirium only needed one hand to finish crafting this final gift to the cosmos.

"Steady yourselves brothers!" he finally shouted, more for his own benefit than that of his compatriots. "Praetorias, if we perish, you must finish the fight! Do not let our efforts be in vain!"

Nulgath Zardai, Darth Vulcanus, Darth Praetorias, Kruel Zing, Mythos, Adas James Malgus

 

[Julius Sedaire]

The chanting in Ostanes mind grew, almost sounding like [member="Ember Rekali"] himself in his thoughts. Strain and sweat seared across a face drawn taut in pain and agony. Something drove him on, the will of the creature Obeah directing the screaming souls of the dozen or more victims into a masse vortex of smoky energy in the center. Sorcerers and alchemists from Akure change words in a tongue not made for mortals, and the fire seemed to dim... Or maybe the darkness grew more in strength. It was hard to tell from any vantage. Still the will of the inner demon drove him onward, and a pained scream of agony and ecstasy ripped from his throat in a primal scream.

"Forth my brother, and devour those who pretend at sinners and as saints alike!"

Somewhere near the command ship a ripple started, arcing out into empty space and latching around one of the lesser ships of the Alliance fleet. It was shrouded in an aura of inky blackness no scanners or senses could penetrate. Within it, fey like ghosts began to stir, slipping from their plane to the material one in screams of hunger and desire before the unstable forms exploded in chaotic torrents of aether. Rocking across the system was the psychic scream of hundreds or thousands as they died to fuel the dark ritual a man torn into two minds.

From within the wound in the Force, a tentacle emerged and latched onto a ship, pulling itself out slowly, a massive azure eye glaring balefully out onto the material realm. Raw hatred and evil oozed from the thing, it's very presence an affront to the natural will of the Force. Within the ship, Ostanes wrestled for control from Obeah, screaming as arcs of raw energy shot from his eyes and fingers at random. This was a power meant for no mortal, and [member="Draco Vereen"] would suddenly hear his old friend in his mind, as word any psychic. Pleading a warning of the horror emerging, and for his own death before it emerged.

 

[Mythos]

As soon as the whirlwind of the force began to tug and rip apart everything in the throne room Mythos realized his time was coming to an end.Every ounce of his body began to be ripped to shreds and his essence began to make the transition into death and the force. The massive power Mythos weilded in the darkside was now funneled into the hands of [member="Darth Mephirium"] and the ritual which would save Atrisia from the Alliance doom every enemy in orbit without remorse and without exceptions.

In his final moments, the proud King of Atrisia saw the vision one last time. The vision that he had seen in Lujo of a shining warrior wielding a powerful essence in the force and engulfed in light but consumed with darkness. Last time he saw the vision it was blurry and the image of the man could not be seen yet this time he could see the image of his son, many years later in the future as clear as daylight. It was true, it was his son, the chosen one of the force in Mythos' eyes, in his mind that is what the vision meant.

The storm ripped Mythos apart, pain sudden but then fleeting and gone. He passed to the force and to death with a smile of victory knowing that he would be seeing [member="Draco Vereen"] and [member="Darth Prazutis"] sooner rather than later. His final words were only heard by his own ears, two sentences separated by only small lapses in time, the first was regarding Draco.

"I Guess it will another time Dragon... See you soon"

And with that... Mythos was gone. His essence in the force travelling to Darth Mephirium and aiding the ritual in it's completion. The Sith Amulet and the Axe would hit the ground together and would undoubtedly be picked up by his son. His death might not have been glorious or in battle as he always imagined it, but it was in self sacrifice to save Atrisia and to defeat his enemies. The last words he said were directed at [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] "I Tried Thurion... We will meet again someday...."

And with that, Mythos was gone.
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OOC: It has been an honor to write with you all <3​

 

[Kruel Zing]

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Kruel saw it with his own eyes. He saw his ally Nulgath simply cease to be, he felt it through the force and for the first time Kruel was truly shook to his core. Never before had he seen so many Sith willing to lay their lives down. They had truly surpassed the Sith of old, they were willing to toss aside their own existence. It brought a slight smile to the Dashade’s mouth. If these were to be his final moments he would address his apprentices. “My children.” Kruel spoke his mouth moving but no sound was emitted. “It is time for me to ascend to a new plane, I want you to watch as this moment happens. This is the price of power, while I may no longer be bound to the physical realm I shall remain with each and every one of you. Whatever happens next remember that you will forever serve Lord Ambroscus.”

Releasing his restraints Kruel dived into the well of power he had summoned. His being and presence was torn asunder as his own emotions and consciousness was mixed with the entire population of Atrisia. This was what it meant to have power, one by one citizens would begin to faint as they were drained of not just the negative emotions that drove them but everything. They would rise soon after what came next but for now Kruel needed them all. You have indeed become a Master, but there is much left for you to learn.


“You can show the dashade to a body but you can’t force them to eat...” With that said Kruel released his hold on the mortal coil. His body no longer was his own. Slowly his skin became an ashen gray his body slowly crumbling. In his final moments Kruel felt not pain or hate but admiration and… Hope. Hope that his new apprentices would be the new generation of Sith. No more words could be said as what was left of Ambroscus crumbled to the ground a pile of dust that was swept away by the same ethereal wind that took Nulgath.

[member="Akuma"] [member="BladeRunner"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Seria Ventreme"]