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

[Hawke]

Panic broke out on the bridge as everything went to hell. The planetary shield had fallen. The enemy fleets were breaking through their lines. Hawke made no order as to what they should do. Instead she sat silent, enthralled by the vast amounts of information she was processing. The way the fleets moved. It was a chaotic dance that she wished to be apart of. To relive the old days of the Empire before she was forced to turn traitor. Then it came to her. A wave washing over her she'd felt before, only far more powerful now. The Dark Side.

Hawke lifted her head upright. The realization sprung her to action. "Get me a visual of the planet on screen!"

It was a nightmare come to reality. Hawke knew what it meant though. This was the Sith's final bid to destroy everyone at an ultimate price. The fools they were. The rest of the crew were stunned at the sight. They'd never seen the likes of this before.

"All hands make ready to jump to lightspeed. Navigator, get me the shortest safe jump rout away from that interdiction field. The fights lost and we are to if we don't get out of here". The crew broke their silence as her orders came down. The bridge crew got to work on calculating the jump. They had a lot more time than those in the battle to make it. Hawke sat back again. Debating whether to warn anyone else who might not know what was happening. Teeth grit down hard over it too. Honor got the best of her though and Hawke relented to give warning. Even if it was too late. She stood from her chair to a console on the right of a bridge. A junior officer was pushed aside as she got to work contacting the GA fleet with her message. For anyone listening to open communications channels, a holographic image of the woman would be on their end of the recieved transmission. The storm would cause it to be staticy. "Attention Alli.... eet. That storm is ..................... for you. You ne...ed to shut d.......own your ........... ion field and jump. It's........ last..... chance. I repea........... jum............ now!" The transmission would cut out. Hawke hoped they would heed her advice.

"Captain, hyperjump calculations and drive ready. Orders?"

"Do it." Hawke's cruiser jumped safely away from the doomed planet. She'd allow the crew to collect themselves while she planned their next move. While they were out of the pan. They were going to be headed into the fire. There were only three routes out from Atrisia. West on a secret Sith lane out to Panatha, or east into the Core on the opposite. Panatha wasn't a happy option for her. Hawke knew who ran the show and didn't want to deal with him, the First Order didn't take kindly to mucking about in their space either. East was guarded by the Alliance and there was but one way through the Deep Core. It would be impossible to make it without being caught. Or the Giju Run to the south. The very lane the enemy just came up. It would be bold, but Hawke wouldn't need to run down the Rimma with heat. There were some choice neutral worlds she could hide out on just outside Alliance territory. Giju itself, Dentaal was a no, or Abregado-rae.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Kaili Talith"]

Timing.

Timing was the most important thing in the galaxy. It was a thought that not many agreed with, and idea that most would find troubling, and a philosophy that Soliael had long ago embraced with his whole heart. Timing was everything, it was what made the galaxy function like intricate clockwork. Everything had to have the correct timing, everything.

If a quasar exploded a thousand years too early it would wipe out an entire situation. If a sword was slashed a second too soon it would be missed. If a kiss was attempted too late an opportunity would be left behind.

Timing.

It was a general concept of course, no true religion or belief could be based around something to simple as timing, but the idle consideration in it of itself had given Soliael more than a few opportunities of thought. One couldn’t blame him really, his own life had come down to a series of coincidence that had simply had incredibly good timing. Most would call that coincidence or will of The Force, but to Soliael it...well he still hadn't quite figured what it actually was, but it was there, it had happened.

Meeting his wife, Moross, breaking free from prison. Everything that he had done and experienced, if it had all just been a minute sooner or a minute too late, it would all have been different.

A simple thought with a difficult enough realization to truly process.

Still, the thought was there, and he often pondered the idea late at night when Kira had wrapped herself in all three of their blankets and rolled away to the other side of the bed, leaving him there cold and alone. Soliael had often found that he thought better when cold, or maybe that was just what he told himself so he didn’t end up throwing his beloved wife out of the bed. Either way, it did not really matter. Whether simple coincidence controlled him or some larger unseen force, the result was still the same. He still had his wife, he still had his children, and both liked to get into trouble.

”Nohei.” Soliael’s voice rang out behind Kaile, firm, but not at all angry. The voice one would expect from a father who had just stumbled into the kitchen only to find their child had eaten an entire pot of spaghetti without somehow burning themselves. ”Whats going on?”

A handle settled on his daughter's shoulder, others around them suddenly jumping as they noticed Soliael standing there, dressed in nothing but a shirt and some cargo shorts, a look of slight annoyance on his face as a woman behind them let out a rather shrill screech of fear.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Nearing Atrisia
Allies: GA, [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: The Sith

Faith's ship was drawing closer to the planet she could not believe the number of ships that were positioned around it. My goodness do they mean to claim the planet or crush it into rubble with this much fire power.

Each ship hung suspended against the darkness of space noses directed at Atrisia. While an extremely frightening site it was also one of the most formidably awesome ones she had ever sen. This is what it meant to have allies, and fire power. If Alderaan had had such allies the Sith would never have taken control of it.

A small sigh could be heard by all around her just as her com went off, she looked at Draco's message. She was truly aggravated by this, yes saving a planet was important and yes the socks may be trivial in comparison. BUT how hard was it really to pick up the socks!@!!!

//Draco -
No Ana is not paid to pick up your dirty socks, and yes maybe the next time you should take the five minutes it would take to bend over pick up the socks and walk them the 5 feet to the hamper before you trot out the door. Your wife wouldn't have to remind you that you're a big boy now and picking up after yourself is your job.

FETH Draco, its socks really you can't pick up after yourself! There has to be a trail of clothes from where you come in the door to where you go into the refresher.
AND NO I can't complain to someone else, but if I did, maybe they would listen!!!//

She had been tapping the keys so hard that everyone was looking at her when she looked up they quickly looked away.

Faith turned to send a message on a broad band, "This is Faith Organa I'm looking to speak with a diplomatic representative of the Galactic Alliance"

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="HK-36"]


Force storms, volcanic eruptions, tentacle monsters, ritual suicides! Dramatic events had taken place while the small Firemane flotilla was still on the way and this writer was asleep. The Vigilance-class frigate, accompanied by two Frontier corvettes, passed through the seemingly endless, colourful tunnel of hyperspace. For the duration of the voyage, Elpsis had requisitioned a chamber to serve as an improvised meditation room.


There she sat cross-legged, surrounded by translucent crystals and other arcane paraphernalia. She'd gotten a bit more skilled at controlling her farsight and was trying to use it in a more focused manner. However, it was far from a precise science. Nor did it work on command.


Auntie Siobhan might scoff at the idea that there were phenomena that could not be rationally understood, categorised and controlled, but Elpsis knew better. But a thick fog hung over the Great Ocean, and the more she tried to pierce it and bring light to the darkness, the thicker the shroud of darkness got.


However, the redhead was determined. Beads of sweat dripped down her face and back as she concentrated, immersed in the Force. The girl pushed and prodded, trying to look past the veil. Then the Great Ocean stopped being a tranquil stream and became a massive cyclone. A great deluge came into being, sweeping everything that stood in its way apart. The crystals glowed brightly with blinding light.


A blood-curdling scream erupted from Elpsis' throat when she finally saw an image of pure cataclysm. Innumerable voices crying out in terror when they were finally snuffed out and silenced forever, their lives extinquished in an apocalyptic firestorm. The empathic backlash slammed into her skull with the tremendous force of a hurricane. She felt fear, terror and death.


The blast door to the room opened and a Firemane Ensign stepped in. "Mistress Elaris, we've entered reversion and are about to leave hyperspace. Are you alright?" the sailor queried, seeing that the redhead looked more than a little spooked.


"Feth it. There's a...storm." Quickly Elpsis got to her feet and rushed past the probably rather confused Ensign, heading to the bridge and actually knocking over an unfortunate Firemane marine in the process.


"Elaris, nice of you to take a break from your mystical pursuits and join us," the Firemane Captain, an Eldorai, said when she appeared on the bridge. Elpsis was obviously not in charge of the small task force. The lines of hyperspace blurred around them.


"Maybe you could pay attention! We're about to jump into a maelstorm. Can you reach HK?"


"What are you talking about?" In the same moment, the ship lurched and leapt from the black abyss...straight into a scene that would look good in a Michael Bay holovid. A Volatile Force Storm raged across the system, rifts opened to swallow entire battleships like maws and pull them into an abyss. The small frigate rocked, as if struck by an unnatural force, and its shields shimmered.


"What in Ashira's name?"


"Some kind of wormhole, ma'am. It's huge. Energy readings are off the scale. It's messing with comms and navigation. The energy storm seems to be focused on the Alliance and the Mandalorian fleets," one of the minions aboard the bridge supplied helpfully. He was probably wishing he'd stuck with the family trade and become a farmer on Arkas. Working on plantations was not fun, but a lot less dangerous!


"Signal the task force. Engage evasive manoeuvres." Conveniently, Firemane had only brought two corvettes and a small frigate. All three ships were rather fast, manoeuvrable and small targets.


"We're small enough to avoid it. I'm going down. Just give me a pod."


"Denied. Don't be stupid. The Lady would have my head. We're staying on the outer edge. If you want to contribute, help us plot a course that means we avoid being swallowed. Comms officer, try to reach the Alliance."


"Ok. I can do that." The firemane took a breath and settled down on a chair next to a pilot. Her vacant eyes, dead since the destruction of the Omega, gazed out of the viewing port into the darkness, where naught but devastation and chaos raged. The redhead did have a talent for farsight and precognition, though more often than not the visions she received were confusing or not particularly useful.


However, in this case, precog should help a bit. The Force was a Great Ocean and had now been thrown into turmoil, becoming a devastating cyclone, but it was not all-consuming. She could deal with blazing chaos. As she sunk into the Force, the girl muttered a prayer to the Great White Wolf. It was then that she felt the massive psychic eruption that heralded the coming of an eldritch abomination, a terror from beyond. Feth.

 

[Adas James Malgus]

For a young man there is nothing quite like watching your father die right before your eyes. It is one of those things in life that nothing can compare to. Adas was no Sith Acolyte yet, he was no steeled warrior, good fighter but not a hardened veteran that can look death in the eyes and walk away while shrugging it off. He was kid, a child among these titans of power. The sight of his father raising up and feeling him die, his force signature become nothing, become one with the force... it snapped something in the young man like a twig beneath boot. He screamed, over and over again while trying to tackle his father and get him out of the accursed ritual that was claiming his life. The rage, desperation and anger in the young man was so incredibly intense that it took several Jar'Kai warriors using the force to hold him back, it took the strength of several veteran, force wielding warriors to keep this young man from interrupting the ritual. The cries for his father, over and over again would break the heart of anyone who had a soul to speak of.

"Dad!"

Tears ran down his eyes as he struggled to break free from the telekinetic hold the Jar'Kai had him under. "Let me go! Dad!" He screamed so loud his young voice broke again and again, until he could't scream anymore. He just watched as his father die right before his eyes unable to do anything to stop this. When the image of Mythos, his father, vanished in a black dust cloud of the force something inside Adas died too. Not even the Jar'Kai could hold back the force repulse made out of pure sorrow and pain that Adas unleashed. His knees hit the floor as well as his tears, he mumbled incoherent words for what seemed like an eternity. The Jar'Kai, soldiers who had known the boy since his birth and Mythos since their enlistment shared his pain in more ways than young Adas would ever give them credit for.

He knelt there, weeping for his father and picking up his things one by one. Lightsabers, Rudis, Axe, Talisman,Daggers.... The Daux cat figurine his sister had carved... oh how he missed his sister right now. Groom howled, the Tuk'ata smarter than some 'Inteligent' organics too was mourning the death of Mythos. He picked his fathers' things slowly and with great pain as each one only opened the emotional damage he would never really heal from. Sorrow and Sadness slowly began to turn into anger. When [member="Darth Mephirium"] ordered everyone to get down Adas decided to begin his tutelage under Mephirium by disobeying him directly and to his face. "No..." The growl of that young man was not human sounding. The dark side of the force, with the power of the Sith Artifacts and the intense anger caused by his fathers death distorted even the tone of his voice, as he rose so did the force storm around him.

"I am going to make them pay... i am staying right here... I am going to kill them all" a pause, the boy remembering who he was talking to for a second.... first smart thing he did today. "My Master" His tone of voice did not change but demeanor did.

Suddenly... Something broke into his mind. [member="Soeht"] sent a message to the dead father of Adas, yet because father and son shared link in the force much like Coci Heavenshield and her husband did, because there was no way that Mythos could hear the message, Adas did... Find me.

Another Strange thing happened, because the message through the force had to bounce from Mythos' force presence to his...the voice Adas heard in his mind was not Sohet... it was his father. His father beckoning him to find him for some reason, the tone of his voice and the presence itself was Mythos' not Sohet. Adas Snapped. "He is alive, Master! Jar'Kai! Commander Lee! He's alive! I heard him! We have to find him!"

A Jar'Kai officer shook his head and closed in on the boy. "No young prince... You are mistaken, why don't you think any of the force users here right now heard his words... we know the sound of his voice and can recognize it as well as our children's'" He spoke the truth, The Jar'Kai were the extensions of Mythos' will and attuned to him perfectly, they would have caught a message from Mythos himself. Adas was having none of that.... hope blinded the young lad like love did a teenager.

"It's because i am his son! He must clearly be having trouble speaking through this damned storm!" Ignorance and youth talking mixed with emotion and an amazing hope.... hope for the impossible. The Atrisian officer attempted once more to speak sense into the young man. "Young prince..." Explaining how a father died to a son, especially this son and that father was hard even for the JarKai.

"This is not a discussion!" He yelled, his stance and posture changing immediately to that which he rehearsed to resemble nobility a bit more. "I am your prince! You are sworn to do as I say! I order you to help my find My Father!" The Jar'Kai looked at each other, pondering the wisdom of venturing out in a storm like this... but somewhere in the heart of the Kai they too hoped the child was right.
"Your will be done my prince... Lead"

So he did. Adas Malgus and the Mighty Jar'Kai set off into the Capital to find Mythos... but really heading straight into [member="Soeht"].
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XU89xFl45xM​

 

[Seria Ventreme]

]LOCATION: The Palace
]ENEMIES: The Galactic Alliance of Illegal Invaders
]ALLIES: Sith. The Loud, the Proud, and the mighty glow Cloud
]OBJECTIVE: Defend the Palace

Seria knelt at the entrance to the throne room, her body coated with ash and blood and soot. After the shield generator exploded she and the Inferneons forces had been sent flying by the shockwave, their individual shuttles had collided into the ground, the trees and the buildings. If they had not already began their landing, the extra falling height would have likely meant their end. Instead, Seria was forced to tear herself from the wreckage and crawl to safety, then stumble forth as she gathered the surviving troops and finally walked her way back to the palace to join the rest of the infeneons troops, her master, and the main force of Sith.

Now a tired woman sat at the door in ruined robes. Her breathing made heavy by the filth she had accidentally inhaled as she stared at the horrid scene. Her master laid dead, reduced to nought but an ash pile that was significantly bigger than the ash piles of the other Lords that had been consumed. Their uniform ocean of power and accumulated knowledge having been swallowed by the nexus of power and still fury that [member="Darth Mephirium"] had become. She struggled to retain control of her rage. Why? To harness it instead of making some embarrassing outburst before the other survivors, or striking down one of her men like an immature fool. She opened her eyes and stared into nothingness as her nails dug into her thighs, cutting into the flesh like a pick through ice.

Why?

This is what the Jedi had brought. Death and war, and for what? Seria did not know, but as she saw the only being that had treated her with respect and warmth since she had left her homeworld. Who had rescued her from a life of running, and enabled her to understand what she could become with time, and pain and effort. She swore by [member="Kruel Zing"] name that she would avenge him. The Jedi were the true monsters of the universe, they had stolen her future. Her growth, her power. It had taken 87 years to find Kruel, and with so many Lords dead. She had no way of knowing of whether she would ever find a new master to replace him. For the first time in her life, Seria felt true grief. For herself, for Kruel, for what had been and what would be lost in the coming hours. She sighed outwards, as the grief turned to anger and immense hatred. The Jedi had taken her future, and one day soon. If she survived. She would take theirs.

Her silence ended with an explosion of rage and grief, sending the ashes of the dark lords air born and shattering the furniture around her into splinters and dust. The glass windows exploded outwards, and stone shook in its foundations. Beneath her the flooring crumbled as she screamed, and in a moment so did her right hand as she struck the floor full force and felt her knuckles shatter. Had she been younger, she would have cried. But now the pain was sobering. Bringing her ability to reason back in time for [member="Darth Mephirium"] 's orders to descend to the lower levels to register. With her melodramatic stunt concluded she listened and her men obeyed, heading down below with any other apprentices competent enough to recognize the Lords warning.

Once settled, her bone began to fix itself in record time as it grew back stronger than before. After a course of minutes, it was back to normal and Seria sat flexing it as Briggs heard her summons. "Darth Ambroscus is dead. You shall follow me now. Commander." A field promotion should ease the transition. Thought Seria as he nodded his acceptance, and quickly turned away to finish his troop count.

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

"We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love'​

Ren was frozen where she stood the force heaved up and splintered within her the love that she felt and shared with [member="Mythos"] for a brief moment burned brightly above all else and them it diminished to a flicker but was not extinguished.

Her thoughts immediately turned to Adas, their son. She had to get him out, she pushed through the guards. Ren could not weep now there was not time, she had to secure Adas.

He should be in the tunnels, but she shook her head she had to calm down. Atrisia was under a maelstrom of attacks. She stopped calm, she needed calm for a few moments she needed to stop the panic in her own mind. She wiped the tears that had come no matter how hard she had tried to keep them away.

Leaning up against the walls of the hall trying to stop the panic of her own heart, to control her connection to the force, the jar'kai with her stopped forming a protective half circle, she took a breath, where was he, he was a strong willed he was moving..."follow me" she pushed through and began to run. Why did he not listen? She knew the answers to this already, she had seen it in his eyes. She had not seen this outcome though. Yes she had seen Adas in time become a warrior, and she had seen one death for herself and Mythos. But nothing like this. There was a stabbing pain in Ren's chest an ache that would not go away, her own pain mixed with the pain of Adas.

She concentrated to send a message to her son telepathically, 'Adas I will join you' she did no say keep moving, she did not say move faster, she said only she was on her way. There was more that Ren felt from her son and getting to him when reality became truth was more important that anything.

She had felt Mythos pass from this plain of existence was he on another, she had encountered too many specters, ghosts, and ghast to say he was completely gone. And then there was something else that lingered on the edge of her mind...but that was later.

All she wanted to do now was join her son [member="Adas James Malgus"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Hakassi, en route to Inysh
Allies: Galactic Alliance and friends
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Secure the planet, establish a triage point

"We're being hailed"

"On screen"

"There is one reason why you are given a temporary commission as an acting vice admiral, Cathul. Or even given a spot in the naval command as a Jedi. You are not afraid to press on the big red button, unlike so many of us. For missions like this one, someone like you is key to success" the grand admiral spoke.

"What is the mission?"

"Your mission, vice admiral, is to create a triage point on Inysh for the refugees from Atrisia"

"As you command" She turned the communications to her ships. "All units, yellow alert, set course for Inysh"

Cathul was stationed on Hakassi for a while, with the units in the fleet assembled ready and waiting for the supplies to come up. She was a little nervous, given what happened over Atrisia, so she took the newest unit as backup in case the battle over Atrisia snowballs. She took up position on the pilot's seat of the ANS Excubitor, using Instinctive Astrogation Control to fly from Hakassi to Inysh, growing more confident in her ability to use the ability for shorter flights than she was used to. But, as an acting vice admiral, Cathul knew that she would need to do well on her mission to actually be confirmed as the commanding officer of Therapy Command, or whatever name will be used for her unit once confirmed. Therapy Command was the name used operationally by the Alliance High Command to designate the temporary fleet in charge of setting up a triage point on Inysh. Oh, of course, she transferred her flag to the ANS Excubitor, whereas her old flagship, the ANS Hero of Coruscant, was still under her command. Cathul is remarkably calm for something her only experience of was strictly ground-bound: Therapy Command was dispatched for humanitarian aid.

"Open a channel to [member="Geloyra Malleus"]"

"Channel open"

"This is your master, Vice Admiral Cathul Thuku. Come back to Inysh immediately, we are setting up a triage point for refugees there"

And teach her about Force-healing, as well as Electric Judgment if some refugees had cardiac arrests, she thought. This is just the right arena to teach her such things. But she knew that Therapy Command was still, at the end of the day, a combat fleet. As Therapy Command left Hakassi to fly to Inysh, laden with supplies of all sorts, she is to fight only when prompted to. It was going to be a long day, and a rough flight, as she yawned after inputting the coordinates.

Therapy Command:

Spoiler

ANS Excubitor (Procurator-X-class Grand Battlecruiser): 3000m
ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
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:
15 squadrons of T-70 X-Wings
6 squadrons of BB-2 bombers

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn did not heed the warning of the Klaxons. As his troops cowered and hid in the bunkers they had turned the old houses into, Causstik stood atop the old building as the storm raged. Fire burned the sky and lightning incinerated almost all who braved the outdoors. Causstik cried to the wind "I UNDERSTAND NOW! I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS! I WILL DESTROY THEM ALL FOR YOU SCORE KEEPER! WATCH ME SCOREKEEPER!!!" Causstik stood their for only, but a few moments more before he decided he best not risk her wrath any longer. He entered the building and addressed his troops. "We are chosen. We will not fail!" Causstik began in a whisper that ended in a bark.

 

[Maizono]

Location: Space above Cuvacia
Allies: The Sith
Enemies: Galactic Alliance

Task Force 442 held orbit in the system of Cuvacia, waiting for the call of reinforcements from their Sith allies. Maizono stood at the bridge of the Anaxes, one of the last star destroyers of what was left the Galactic Republic navy. Repair vessels GRN RS - 172, GRN RS - 012 and GRN RS - 043 were in formation with her.

She had been monitoring the entire battle at Atrisia and was amazed to see the amount of power the Sith had unleashed during the engagement, but her allies had taken quite a beating. A hefty beating, and one that greatly concerned her, enough to make her contact her admiral, [member="Jagger Fuga"].

"Admiral. This is Commander Maizono, you need to fall back immediately! Rendezvous at the Cuvacia, we're on standby to help!"

The fleet's repair and refit vessels were ready to assist as soon as her allies arrived.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Post: 6
Objective: Unknown
Allies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] , [member="Maizono"]
Opposing Fleets: [member="Zark"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]

"-ERT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, ENGINE BAY 2, 3, 6, AND 7 DAMAGED, RED ALERT, THIS IS NOT-"

Jagger opened his eyes as bridge crew had a mask to his face. There were a total of 3, no 4 officers who all had scales and blood on their faces. Their Dominion Uniforms covered in dust, blood, and 2 even had scorch marks on the shoulder sleeves. He tried to get up but the Chineara's XO put his hand on the Admirals chest, Jagger only cracked a smile, did he truely look that bad. The ceiling of the famed ship was truely a sight to see, even if these would have been his last images, he would have died happy. Then the image of the Kaiser and the close friends he made in the Phoenix Legions popped into his head. Death was too early for this man, he struck a deal with the devil, and his debt was not yet repaid.

The Admiral reached up and grabbed the XO's shoulder and slowly pulled himself up. The Officers tried to stop him, but they were just as weak as himself. He was able to overpower them and sit right up, he looked at his legs, still attached. He then placed his hands in front of his face, bleeding and in pain, but working. He took off the mask, the air of the ship smelled of smoke, tasted like soot. He would test out his voice, "What is the status of the ship." That was when he noticed it, the ringing that blurred out his own voice. He was still able to hear, but he would have this ringing distracting him.

He listened closely to an officer explaining the situation, "-So far only the Bridge Crew and the Engineering Crew have reported in, there are fires on all decks but levels-"

Jagger stopped listening and tried to stand, the pain that rattled his body only slowed himself as he guessed he had some broken ones and open gashes that would be treated later. As he stood up the officers helped him and he just accepted their help, his pride was not worth the Officers feeling like they were helping. Yet as soon as he was eye level with the windows to space, it was no longer a dark void, but one with color. A rift of supernatural means now separated Jagger from what remained of both Dath Prazutis and Admiral Tevv's fleets. Rancor station was destroyed. Y the rift and was now in suspended animation as the Rift tore it apart. Admiral Jagger was now several thousand kilometers from the rift, last he remembered he was beneath the monster.

The. The man remembered, he had issued a full retreat when Prazutis bombarded the shields. Both the Crusader Corvette and the Cruiser decided to stay and keep them distracted. Jagger and the Destroyer then fled. Just as they did though the massive storm hit, and the rift flung into the station as if it was being called to it. His small fleet was now nothing more then dust in space. He tuned the Officers voice back in and listened, "We have been receiving a Hail from a callsign 'Flaming Claw 0-1-5', but have not respon-"

Jagger then shrugged off the help and pushed to the nearest Terminal, "FC 0-1-5, this is Phoenix Leader, what is your status?"

The deck crew only watched in amazement as two exited Hyperspace near them. A voice came over the radio, female. "Admiral it's good to hear your voice, Sector Fleet have been waiting outside the Sector looking for you, hook up and we will get you out of here."

"What about the Gravity Well Beacons?"

"Admiral, your drifting twords a Maw, we will tow you out of the Well and Hyperspace to the Fleet."

Jagger ordered the crew to do as the Captain has suggested, they were goin to get out of here. With the Rift in the way, Jagger and what was left of his crew could get this done without interference from the fleets.

----- Minutes Later -----
The Chimeara and several other smaller class vessels exited hyperspace near [member="Maizono"] and her repair fleet. Jagger opened a channel to the Captain, "You bark orders better then me, XO, the Chimeara is badly damaged, get me another ship."

Spoiler

Imperial II Star Destroyer - Chimaera

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

Brimstone Heavy Cruiser - Celestial Knight II

2nd Sector Fleet - Gyndine - 2,060 Fleet

Spoiler

2x Spearhead Heavy Cruisers - PLS Gods Grasp, PLS Hevans Gift
4x Hammerhead Class Frigates - Crimson, Gold Rider, Duro Bound, Resistance

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Malakai was surprised to see his fellow apprentice standing beside him. He would have urged the woman to evacuate to the lower floors with the others, but he knew his words would fall on deaf ears. Rather than argue he tapped the woman's shoulder, speaking loudly over the maelstrom of the Force his master was channeling. "We still need to focus on planetary defense, if they-" His words were cut off by the barely heard beeping of his terminal, a quick glance showed that their blockade had been broken, and five of the Sith's W-165's were now offline. "What?!"

The Sith braced his hands on the terminal for a moment before activating his comm link. "We need ground forces to prepare for combat..." Immediately an idea came into the Sith's head, they had plenty of allies laying in waiting, all he need do is contact one. He opened his comm device to the same signal as the Trandosian strike force. [member="Causstik Rahn"] "This is Darth Malakai, we have a breach of planetary security! Mandalorian ships have broken through the blockade. Prepare your warriors, once this storm ends we will still have a battle to be won."

The Sith pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before activating his comm link to the 501st Companies guarding the palace. "All soldiers, maintain defensive positions, we have someone knocking at the front door....Show them the courtesy of the Dominion." After deactivating his comm link he returned his attention to [member="Enma Jayss"]. "You need to remain here, if they assault the palace we must stand guard for out master. Darth Vulcanus commands ash and fire, our master holds the deepest connection to the force I've ever seen. We do not know how long this will last and when it is over we must be ready to defend our master."

[member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Darth Mephirium"]

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Full Reverse Moving Away From Planet
Objective: Shiiiiiiiiiii-
Allies: [member="Sieb Tevv"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Lady Shambleau"], Galactic Alliance & Friends
Enemies: [member="Jagger Fuga"], [member="Mythos"], [member="Darth Mephirium"], Sith & Friends
WTF: [member="Ostanes"]
4


A bleeding Mon Cala was screaming in his face, but the voice seemed muffled somehow and he couldn't make out the words, in fact his entire surroundings seemed vague and incomprehensibly distant. A warm trickle spilled over the lip of his brow, triggering an instinctual response as he blinked and tried to wipe the sticky red substance out from his eye. Behind the amphibian, who the Commodore noticed vaguely resembled his executive officer, consoles sparked all over the bridge and emergency teams rushed to put out spot fires that had cropped up in several sections. Bodies lay strewn about the command deck, splayed in ragdoll fashion. Some of them were groaning and slowly moving, some of them were deathly still. Feeling somewhat confident that he now at least had a vague handle on who and where he was, Zark tried to remember how in the hell they had gotten here.

His earlier statement about not having seen the full scale of the defenses these Sith would bring to bear against them had been prescient, but even the Jedi Knight could not have fathomed the scale of it. They had been making inroads against the Sith vessels in orbit, about to contend with the reoperational space station, and almost through the planetary shields and ready to begin a ground assault when everything had gone wrong seemingly all at once. Having made the terrible miscalculation of ignoring the third party present in system as long as they were content to stand down and watch, the Alliance was punished for their hubris when, in a dark wave rippling outward from the command ship, a tentacle latched itself onto the connecting spar of the ANS Lord Protector, and with impossible strength snapped the Nebulon-L frigate in half. The appendage, as if belonging to some vast and unimaginable terror, crushed through shields and durasteel like it was putty, ripping through and exposing whole decks and compartments to space, a whirlwind of debris not bolted down including still struggling bodies venting out into the cold black. The frigate's emergency bulkheads, specifically designed for an emergency scenario of a similar (albeit less nightmarish) nature, sealed immediately on either side of the spar, saving the lives of the crew in the fore and aft, but the Lord Protector was effectively dead in space, killed with one 'shot'.

Almost simultaneously, a seismological event the likes of which Zark had never seen before took place on the planet, bathing large swathes of the landscape in an inferno of fiery destruction reaching up into the upper atmosphere. Given the events taking place on and surrounding the planet, the Commodore had been certain that it was no natural disaster. Grief struck his heart in a wave as the vanguard of the Alliance assault wave disappeared within the disaster area, engulfed by smoke, ash, extreme winds or flame. More than a third of his task force's ground forces, wiped out all at once. With no time to mourn, much less react on any level other than instinctively, he had ordered full reverse on all ships and all starfighters to head back for their motherships if possible. And that was when he had begun to feel it, the psychic pre-shock of a ritual he had only read about in ancient tomes and visited the ancient ruins of their aftermath. With such strength behind the power fueling the Darkside ritual, a trained Sage such as Zark knew well enough to know that whatever was coming, it would not be good.

"Pull back!" he had commanded, "Send a communique to Admiral Tevv, tell him to get the hell out! Navigation, plot emergency point to point light jump!"

"Sir?!" Commander Bashir exclaimed, a confused expression on his face, "Such a maneuver would be extremely dangerous, we don't know where we could end up for certain."

"Navigation, do it!" the Commodore snapped, turning to the Mon Cala, "Anywhere is gonna be better than here in a few moments."

"I don't understa-"

"Sir, something's happening!" a junior officer cried, and the first of the Force storms began to rippled open in the midst of the Galactic Alliance battle line.

"Naaavigatiooon!" Zark cried.

"Working! Almost there, sir!"

A massive explosion erupted off their port bow, and the proximity to the shockwave shuddered the command deck even through the bulkheads.

"By the Force, that was the Ab Aeterno," Bashir stammered, referring to the task force's Noble-class Star Defender. A storm had coalesced directly in front of her escape route, and the Aeterno hadn't been able to evade in time, "She's...she's gone, sir!"

"Task force reports ready, Commodore!" the navigation officer screamed.

"JUMP!"

A storm rippled directly below their navigational vector, and as the Light of Ashla lurched into hyperspace the whole star defender shook, violently this time, and inertial dampeners on the bridge failed just enough to send Zark flying into a bulkhead and into unconsciousness. When he had finally woken up, the bleeding Bashir had been screaming at him, though thankfully as he finally seemed to be coming back to himself and to the present the screaming had stopped, and been replaced by concerned and insistent questions that he could just quite make out.

"Status report!" Pulsar finally commanded groggily.

"Point to point jump complete, sir! For the most part," the commander added the last part glumly, "We're closer to the outer edge of the system, out of the path of the storms for now. Shields are out, and we've taken heavy structural damage. Hull breaches on decks 4, 6, 12, and 16 and fires on decks 20 and above. Casualty reports coming in from all decks, sir."

"Propulsion?" he asked.

"Hyperdrive is out, and we're down to one quarter sublight."

"Seal those hull breaches and get those fires out," he commanded, wiping the blood off his face and batting away the invasive hands of a medic in annoyance, "Get repair crews down to assess the damage. Work on shields first, then navigation. What about the task force?"

"The Aeterno is gone," a senior sensor officer reported, "As is the Krayt Dragon, Fate's Folly, and the Tetan Queen. The Justicar crippled, sir, dead in space, and the Ascendant's shields are out. Remember Eriadu's engines are shot, and still no word from the Rivers of Arbra."

"Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter," Zark muttered to himself, all too aware of how many souls had just perished under his command in the past fifteen minutes and drowning in grief. At last, he asked, "What about comms?"

"Communication still intact," Bashir answered.

"Send word back to Fondor, priority aurek," he said, "Tell them Broken Saber, I am declaring an emergency. All available assets in range to this sector, both military and humanitarian, and tell them to get ahold of the Grand Mashal! We're gonna need the Order's help before the day is out, I would reckon."

"Sir, permission to speak?" the commander asked, and Zark nodded his assent, "What the hell just happened?"

"We cornered a wounded animal is what happened," the Commodore replied, gazing out the viewport towards the speck in the distance that was Atrisia, "All that life, all that potential...wasted, all for the hubris of power hungry men. I wonder if it will be worth it for them, in the end. I wonder if it ever could be."

Turning, he gazed to the remaining members of his bridge team, most of them wounded, several probably to severely to warrant remaining under normal circumstances.

"Alright, let's get to work."


ANS Light of Ashla - Alliance Forward Operating Base
Atrisia System, Outer Edge

Ship Movement

Spoiler

1 Nebulon-L frigate destroyed by Lotek'k.
Task Force Sullust jumps within system, craft scattered at random.
1 Noble-class star defender, 1 Nebulon-L frigate, and 2 Strike-class corvettes destroyed outright by storms.
Indomitable-class severely damaged and 1 Dreadnought-class MK III crippled.

Task Force - Sullust
"Pulsar's Peacekeepers."

Spoiler

3,340 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

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

The Light had been flaring in recent times, aspects of Dark being either cast asunder or forced to retreat away from the harsh gaze of the Light. And as the Darkness was forced to retreat backwards in on itself, preparing itself for the vengeance it was now only just beginning to enact, the Shadows did not retreat with the Darkness; scattering, instead, within the Light itself, taking residence in small pockets where the gaze of the Light could not fully reach and preparing in solitude for the time wherein the vengeance of the Dark would begin. Now, as Dark and Light gathered over the lone planet of Atrisia, the culmination of recent actions by the Dark to encroach upon the Light once more,the Shadows acted as they always did and always had, passing under the notice of both sides and slipping into the cracks as they awaited the opportune moment to lash out at the Light.

Prior to the outbreak of Force powered storms that lashed out at both the land of Atrisia and her moon and the void above, prior to the explosion of smoke and ash and flame that now formed a shield of the city of Jar'Kai; gathering itself around the holdout of Sith within the capitol and prior to the deaths of bastions of the Darkness to lash out at the Light that sought to snuff them out visions of such events ran across the mind's eye of one Sith Lord, one who was of the Shadows more than the Dark, as he sat in meditation. His single orange eye would glow within the cave in which he sat as the Darkness swirled around him in a maelstrom of emotion, his mind lost within the waves of the Force as he delved into seeing the future, to perceive what was to come. And as he gaze upon those sights, a feral smirk would stretch at scarred lips, exposing rows of pointed and sharpened off-white teeth, each stained with blood at the base.

Now, that lone eye gazed out from within the shadows of the cowl that shielded his features from view, starring at the ritual occurring before the Sith as he watched, just as he had previously Seen, bodies of Lords collapse to the ground or into flurries of ash until only one remained. The eye watched, the Sith ever silent within the shadows, as the ritual came to a finish, the Orb of darkness absorbing into the one Lord remaining. A few beats of the figure's two hearts past before the eruption of Darkness would explode outwards into the ethereal as the storms prior Seen came into being.

As the echoes of death and pain reached out from the fleets above, a smirk once more stretched across the figure's face. With the talks of the Brotherhood that he had witness only a hour before, he was sure that this would be the event that would herald the returning strength of the Darkness, this time helmed not by arrogance and in-fighting which would lead to fractures within the organisation but by a sense of loyalty within the ranks so as to combat the Light in a unified force.

As chaos broke out within the ranks of Sith gathered; the child-Prince leading it by commanding the search for his father, a father who's Presence could no long be sensed nor felt within the Force, the figure beckoned for a similarly cloaked figure, one much shorter than the first, to approach him. Leaning down, Xavka Duquo, Darth Lykos of the Sith Assassins, would whisper into the ear of Bekk Ip, his cousin in blood. "Watch. Observe as taught, and keep me apprised of what happens." For a brief moment, Xavka would simply stare it his cousin, the knowledge that this would be the last time he would stare upon his blood-kin ringing within this head. When Xavka had last returned to Iridonia, it had been to find his Clan slaughtered, his family left as corpses to rot under the heat of the sun. The lone survivor was Bekk, but even he was not able to escape the fate that fell the rest of their kin, for his blood now worked against him, burning his organs to mush from the inside as poison ran through his veins. Even should Bekk not die at the hands of the Light, poison would deliver him off of the mortal coil before the day was done. "Remember, Nath will greet you well."

His final words spoken, Xavka Duquo would disappear underneath the mask and persona of Darth Lykos, even if the two personalities that the Zabrak wore were easily interchangeable and nearly identical they were different enough that they could be classed separately. Nodding once to his subordinate, entrusting him with his task, Xavka would slip out of sight, his form disappearing into the shadows entirely, no sight or sound of him to be found, both within the physical realm and within the Force. This was why Xavka had taken the mantel of leading the Sith Assassins, his life was the shadows and his training in the Force reflected that very philosophy.

Bared feet would pace silently after the child-Prince and his guards as Lykos made to follow. While he could sense the arrivals of forces outside of the protective area of ash and flame, Lykos had chosen the more exotic route as he saw the father-less child as an investment for the future of himself and his pack. Furthermore, blood and kinship was a strong part of the Iridonian's thinking as with Mythos being both an Assassin - albeit one who had not truly resided in the Shadows for a long time - and fellow student of Ophidia, Lykos saw a strong reason to pursue the child-Prince. The fact that his target carried the Axe of Adas was something that only added to his reasoning, plus the fact that, when and should the fighting start, the Assassin possessed a simple method of returning to Bekk's side.

The Zabrak had only been following for a few minuets, long enough for the child-Prince and his escorts to be isolated, before he acted. Reaching out through the Force, he displayed the reason why, when the Seven Sins had been formed within the Sith Assassins, he had been addressed as Sloth. As the tendrils of Darkness would slowly seep into the bodies of the Jar'Kai by infecting and seeking themselves into the soldiers' very Presences within the Force, the Dark, ethereal poison would seep into the synapses through out the body. The chemicals within that served to transfer the neural signals from one end of the synapse to the other, passing the electrical signals from nerve to nerve, would begin to slow their speed, taking longer and longer to travel from one end of the synapse to the other to the point that time would begin to seem to take longer than it should to pass for the guards, their actions becoming sluggish and thoughts beginning to slow down as the electrical signals that ran through their bodies, that allowed them to think, act and react were compromised. This was why the ability was one of Xavka's favourites, for in this state, it showed the truth of his beliefs, that reality was what the powerful chose to shape it as for, in that moment, a second would seem to take an age to pass for the guards.

Stepping forwards, Lykos allowed the Force Cloak to fall to the wayside, his form once more becoming visible and audible, even if his Presence within the Force did not. Standing before the child-Prince, Lykos towered over six feet tall, his dark robes falling around him so as to obscure anything beneath and the hood of those robes drawn up so as to shadow his face. Before speaking, he reached up with both hands, one arm revealed to be cybernetic as the dull black metal was revealed as the cloth of the robes would fall away, and pulled back the hood. As he did so, his face would be revealed. His skin was heavily tanned and covered in a variety of scars. The majority of the scars on his face were clustered around his right cheek, reminders of the whips that had landed upon him during his time in slavery. The entire right side of his face, especially around his ocular socket, was slightly misshapen from a heavy impact had collapsed his skull inwards, shattering bone and costing him his right eye, the empty socket shadow filled and covered with scared skin-grafts. His hair, a grey colour, was pulled back into dreadlocks that wove their way around pointed and jagged Orat horns.

A small smirk would pull at his lips as Lykos spoke, his voice deep and gruff - the barely visible scar weaving around his throat the culprit for the scarring along his vocal folds that caused such a gravelly tone - with an accompanying and barely audible growl that seemed to be natural and not faked or an act. "Adas, son of Mythos. Greeting from the Assassins."


[member="Adas James Malgus"]

 

[Geloyra Malleus]

Location: En-route To Inysh
Allies: Galactic Alliance / [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Secure The Planet, Establish A Triage Point



"Yes, Master. I'll leave at once," came the enthusiastic voice of Geloyra through the communication link.

After securing assignment on one of the medical ships heading to the planet of Inysh, the young Jedi Padawan took the opportunity to both familiarize herself with all the equipment that would be utilized for saving the refugees and the wounded, as well as take inventory of the medical supplies. With a small datapad firmly in her hands, she walked the rows of the cargo bay, with two medical personnel a few steps behind her. "According to the manifest, we are suppose to have three-thousand field cauterizers but by my count we are missing well over four hundred. Also, we only have eight-hundred of the two-thousand fastflesh medpacs on board. Explain this discrepancy to me."

The shorter of the two medical staff, a female Bothan, cleared her throat and replied, "Some of the crates where damaged during the uploading phase which caused us to lose the fastflesh medpacs. As for the field cauterizers, some of those seemed to be malfunctioning upon delivery." Geloyra nodded her head as she changed the numbers in the datapad. "In the future, and to save precious time, the manifest should be upgraded immediately as soon as an incident occurs. The medical teams on Inysh need to know what they're expecting accurately."

Continuing down another row, Geloyra stopped abruptly. A snarl that started off manifesting deep in her throat escaped her mouth into a growl as she turned toward the taller medical staff member, a male human, and said, "These MD droids are in poor condition! How are the 2-1B surgical droids suppose to perform their functions adequately with their assisting droids in shoddy condition?" The tall human shook his head saying, "My apologies young Jedi, but I was under the assumption we were receiving the upgraded version of the MD droids."

"Never make assumptions," she interrupted, "Always and foremost check and double check what you are being shipped. Lives are depending upon us and these droids, now I have to file a report with the Therapy Command to let them know the state of these MD droids."

Grudgingly, she continued down yet another row, and to her relief everything seemed to match up numerically. The remaining equipment seemed in tip-top fashion. "When we land on the planet, per the orders of my Master Vice Admiral Cathul Thuku, all this equipment must be unloaded with the top most priority. Every second we lose is a potential loss of life. Are we clear?" In tandem, the two staff members nodded in understanding. "Excellent! I'm heading up to the bridge to speak with the ship's Captain and to file my report. I will omit both your names from my report exonerating you from any fault and state there was a misunderstanding between the GA and our supplier as well as carelessness by the docking bay workers."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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

A hundred twenty astronomical units later, right at the boundary of the heliosphere -- the utter edge of the Atrisian system -- the RNS Jamillia exited hyperspace backwards.

"Navigation, report."

"Main hyperdrive is fried. Backup intact. Navicomputer intact."

"Ops. All other systems?"

"Green, except for the...towed array cleats."

And the scanning crews left behind with the array. But that green rating included the sensors; excellent. "Double-check the inertial dampeners. That was a schutta of a jolt. Comscam, begin broadcasting a Naboo homing beacon in case some of our other ships made it. Wing Commander?"

"All squadrons were deployed. Hopefully they'll pick up our beacon."

And with all the scout ships and scout fighters deployed, that limited the Jamillia to in-person deployment, except via the hypercapable SUREC probes. In-person deployment wouldn't go well with a backup drive. "Probe Ops?"

"We're still getting intermittent signals from three SUREC probes throughout the Atrisian system. They've detected and relayed telemetry from thirteen surviving INCIS probes. Make that eleven -- the unknown gravimetric distortions are ongoing."

"What's the situation there?"

"Indicators of massive casualties across the board. SUREC prospecting scanners indicate that the planet is suffering a supervolcano eruption. The combined fleets have been reduced by forty to sixty percent, with the exception of the unknown, unaligned fleet. That one appears to be experiencing a different kind of gravimetric distortion than the rest of the area. Some kind of...tentacular spaceborne lifeform is involved."

"Tentacles, you say..."

"Probe telemetry also suggests that a portion of Commodore [member="Zark"]'s fleet is also somewhere in the outer system."

"Comscan, find them and hail them with our position. Probe Ops, what percent of our SUREC, SIARC, and INCIS probes do we still have available?"

"Sixty-seven percent capacity for SUREC, one hundred percent for SIARC, and fourteen percent for INCIS."

"Deploy thirty percent of SURECs to all routes into and out of the sector. We need to know where people went and who might be coming. Piggyback thirty percent of SIARCs on SURECs."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Adele Adonai"] @Gabiel Sionoma

“That’s the problem,” Jacen replied as he slid a power pack into his trusted CC-13 rifle. “The doing is easy,” he said, clearly referring to what they were doing now. “It’s facing up to the talking that has to come when I go back to Sullust.”

That and knowing that he had to push his son down a treacherous road. He wouldn’t be thanked for that for a long, long time. If ever. Once more his hands stopped the well-rehearsed routine. He had been there enough times for the others, he could lean on them for once. There was no point dealing with this alone. If they didn’t stand by each other back on Sullust then there was really nothing worth fighting for.

With a curt nod that was only for himself he continued the routine until everyone was ready. Without further ceremony he made his way towards the shuttles. Thoughts of the domestic faded from his mind as darkness encroached on his awareness. Something was building. Whether it was removed from them in space or time he did not know, but it was closing on them.

This had all started as a relatively routine blockade. Sith vessels gathered over a world on the border drew the attention of the Alliance. It had happened enough times since the Sith had collapsed. An errant warlord, moff or sith scrounged together a few ships and caused a ruckus until the Alliance arrived.

This was different. Concern was etched on his weathered features clear for Adele and Gabe to see.

Not long after the shuttle had taken off with them a handful of his War Dogs – Alliance special forces that worked with his Hounds – he had been about to come out with a quip or joke to ease the nerves. He never got to speak a word. The storms struck them – whether from the emergence of the Terror from Beyond or those emanating from the palace he would never know – and buffeted the small craft around like a small toy. No amount of willpower could keep him conscious as it fell into a spin.

---

Jacen woke up in a different world. A jagged beam had torn the hull open and skewered the pilot. Durasteel no more effective than rice paper under the conditions. He was the first to rouse, his imbued armour tearing him back from slumber.

He would have noticed the Force Storm if a thick volcanic dust hadn’t hung in the air. Even the lightning that lashed away at the tallest buildings in the city were dull flares. Of course he was aware of the storm. Such darkness all around could not be ignored. They were close to the epicentre. Close to the bunker where Kaili Talith had been joined by her father.

Jacen moved through the remains of the shuttle, helping the survivors free of their restraints. Before Adele could provide a proverb an old political speech came to him.

“Between an uncontrolled escalation and passivity, there is a demanding road of responsibility that we must follow. But right now I think we need some bigger guns. Let’s get to the centre of this and resolve it before this taint cant spread.”

Investigative blockade. Not anymore. The Dark Side had Atrisia firmly in its grip.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]

Netherworld was weird. Watching the man leap up to meet him Kezeroth grinned briefly, he couldn't see the incoming elbow. Apon contact the red behemoth raised a brow and watched the weird skies above him. How hard was he hit?! His anticipation to hit the ground was well placed but mistaken. Whatever physical form he thought he had was now gone. Eroded by the darkness that came from Embers elbow strike. Floating mid air Kezeroth looked at his body with a passionate hate. " I hate being a ghost! HATE IT!" Swinging his arm in a hay-maker type motion the a telekinetic force followed suit sending a downward punch aimed at the Elder mandos head from afar. Other spirits and darksiders began to gather around the conflict, like a schoolyard fight. Lets get ready to rumble!

Ember glanced around at the crowd of shades, then looked up as Kezeroth re-formed in the air. He took a long sidestep and plucked a rusty sword from the ground. Green fire ran down the blade-

And then vanished as the spectral Gen'Dai rammed him entirely into the broken earth. His shade collapsed and re-formed a pace away, snatching up the sword from the ground. Once again, green fire blossomed, and Ember swung hard for the massive spirit's nearest leg. He hoped, he very much hoped, that his ability to permanently dissipate the place's weak Sith ghosts could let him do permanent damage to Kezeroth's shade. Spirits could be dissipated into the Force, destroyed, by certain kinds of Sith magic or even by Force-imbued blades. What he now wielded was jury-rigged, but ought to serve.

Ideally, Kezeroth would be crawling around Chaos for eternity, minus a leg.

***​

[member="Ostanes"]

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 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.

Ember's voice kept whispering in Ostanes' mind, offering encouragement, but whether the alchemist could hear the dead witchfather was anyone's guess. The chant intensified.

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

[SIZE=9pt]

Spoiler

GR90 E-war transport 100m

Spoiler

[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Eyesore[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Pensive Watch[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Hammerhead-Class Frigate 315m[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Kiss chase[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Overruled[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Metellos Carrier Frigate 350m[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Blissful Protest[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Devout[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Nebulon B9 Frigate 400m[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Stubborn Resolve[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Thranta MK2-Class Corvette 400m[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Abridged Destiny[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Grey Dawn[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Shield-Class 450m[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Defiant[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Stalwart[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Blitz Defence[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Horn-Class Escort Cruiser 500m[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Dirigible Fantasy[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Entreri[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Nonnah-Class Assault Cruiser 900m[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Lancer[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Projected Misery[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS White Noise[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Warhammer-Class Star Defender 1700m[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ANS Viperous

[/SIZE]

[member="Jagger Fuga"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | @Vilin | [member="Darth Malakai"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Lady Shambleau"]

“All stop!”

“Coordinating with the fleet!”

“Reversion in three…two…”

Vilin watched as the cerulean swirls of hyperspace seemed to unfold before them as they were belched back into realspace. When everything seemed to have stabilised he took up his cane and got to his feet.

Click…click…click…

“Why have we been forced to stop?” he asked quietly. The hubbub in the bridge seemed to fall away as he stood behind one of his bridge staff.

“Emergency alert from the Alliance ships in the sector. We’re in deep space along our original vector, half a parsec out.”

Vilin brought one hand up to stroke at his chin. He leaned forwards and read the emergency hyperspace broadcast. They had assembled and jumped when their scout ships had reported losing the Panathan fleet, shortly before detecting it heading back to Atrisia.

“Disturbances? What kind?”

“Unknown, but we’re picking things up on the scanners.”

“Be more specific, please,” Vilin requested. His voice was almost cold, barely above a whisper. But it was noticeable that the panic across the bridge had been calmed.

“It’s not a gravity well sir. We can’t even detect the interdiction drives we should be seeing.”

“That’s a start at least. Odd energy signatures. Cronau radiation this far out.”

“Yes, I can’t think why…”

“Emergency jumps lieutenant,” Vilin deducted. “We have ships in the vicinity who have made emergency jumps but are still out of scanning range. The problem is we don’t know if they are friend or foe. Order the task force to keep emissions to a minimum. Try and signal Admiral Tevv.

“And plot me a new jump to put us closer to the system.”

"That will take time sir."

"Honestly lieutenant you're going to have to learn to use your words properly. How long will it take?"

The young sullustan looked up at him, opened his mouth, closed it and returned to working on his console.

"Better."

 

[Asmus Janes]

[SIZE=10pt]

Spoiler

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

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

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[member="Ostanes"]

“Rogue Four, keep tight on me!” Asmus snapped, making the urgency clear with the tone of his voice. A nudge on the stick and a thumb of lateral thrust put his nose out of line with the green bolts lancing towards his ship. A gentle nudge back and a pull on the trigger and he scythed through the sith fighter.

They were swarming around them. Old, unshielded sith fighters. But this was Rogue Squadron, they held no matter the odds.

His instrument panel lit up. Gravitational anomalies and subspace disruption. He had to silence his comms as static flared above the combat chatter. Was that just noise? For a moment he had thought something more… insidious… could be heard.

“Rogue Four pull…”

But Asmus’ warning came too late. He couldn’t believe his eyes but a tentacle snaked out towards them. Rogue Four was enveloped in its grasp, the hull buckling and contorting. The fighter didn’t explode, it was just released again. Dead detritus in space.

Asmus pulled hard away from the threat, his heart hammering away and seemingly trying to escape his chest through his throat.

“Rogues…” he started, before his voice faltered. He duked down and back up again as forces pushed his fighter around. Reaching a calm in the storm he drifted and watched in horror as something emerged into space, devastating an entire ship.

It was only another tentacle that roused him. He pulled the throttle back and accelerated straight backwards as it reached for his fighter. He yanked the stick up, raising his nose and dropping down backwards. The tentacle carried on straight, filling his view screen. Asmus’ finger pulled on the trigger and stayed there.

Fluids burst free where his lasers struck and the appendage recoiled.

“So… you can be hurt…” Asmus mumbled as his faculties tried to rally. “Rogues, form up. Let’s see if this thing likes missiles to the…face? Ah feth it. Keep your distance and look for an opening.”