The Imperium Will Stay Dead [Sith Empire Dominion of Bastion]

[Marcus Faust]

Marcus had come in ahead of the others, it hadn't been hard either, drop pods were fast and hard to hit. Now the Sith Knight stood in an alley, hood over his head and watching as the Imperial Knights moved into the city with some false form of hope, they honestly thought they could stop the Sith, or hold them at least. They were wrong, the Sith War Machine would steamroll them.

Out of the five force users storming out into the cit one in particular caught his attention, @[member="Turin Val Kur"] was not only the most powerful of the lot, but also the most valuable. The Republic had an EXTREMELY high bounty on his capture, one Marcus was sure his superiors would love to collect. Moving a hand to his belt he decided which of his weapons to use, eventually deciding on his newer toy.

Stepping out of the alley and pulling back his hood Marcus ignited a saber in his right hand, the ice blue blade sprung to life and began instantly producing violent lightning which danced along the blade. It was a shocksaber, forged using saber components he'd taken form an enclave that had been then forged into a lightning laced weapon by Sith Alchemists and such as a reward to his service on Metalorn. It was rather unique, the only other like it was wielded by Darth Soulrune.

"Mister Val Kur, I believe this is the part where you surrender." Marcus stated in a booming voice that would call the Dark Jedi's attention to him. The light blue blade cast it's glow over his armor, and his T-visor. The color wasn't that a Sith would normally would wield, but like Marcus had taught his apprentices, darkness had no assigned form, it became what it pleased, when it pleased. Plus all that mattered was that it worked.

 

[The Hound]

The ash was thick in the air as the four Knights dashed through the streets of Bastion. Civilians seemed to have been evacuated somewhere else or were hiding in the buildings. A voice he had never heard before called his name. A Sith. At least he assumed it was one. The other Knights slid to a stop along with Turin and turned towards the man, sabers ignited. "Hold. Continue your mission, I'll catch up!" With grunts of protest the Knights continued aiding civilians.

"Do I know you?" He called out to the Sith. His blue eyes shifted to the walls on either side of him, his helmet hiding his intentions. The walls on either side of the Sith had been weakened from weeks of constant bombardment during the fight between warlords, making what he wanted to do easier, but still a semi-difficult task.
@[member="Marcus Faust"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

Marcus hadn't been as smart as he should've about his approach, he had no clue about the weakened walls on either side of him. "No, you do not know me, nor will you, all you need to know is that I will be collecting the bounty for your arrest." Marcus explained, stepping forward and out of the alley, though he still wouldn't be safe from @[member="Turin Val Kur"] if the man say, pulled down the walls, in fact he'd probably be in a more dangerous position, he had his back to the trap.

"Now as I was saying, please save us all the trouble and surrender." Faust stated bluntly, twirling the saber in his hand causing a blur of bright blue energy beside him. In one hand Marcus held his shocksaber, in the other he had focused some Force energy in order to counter any kind of ranged attack to the best of his abilities, or to lead off a strike by throwing the Imperial Knight off balance.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan pilots the Csilla's Legacy into the airspace over the city dropping down into one of the main squares in the city. His gunners on the top and bottom turrents firing off at any oncoming fighters above or troops below them as he brings it down onto the ground. He reaches for the intercom once the ship had touched down, speaking into it calmly, "End of the line, all ground squad assemble by the loading ramp." He stood and headed out of the cockpit, leaving his astromech there to keep the engines ready. He grabbed his Exoskeleton Mark II's helmet as he strode out and put it on, the HUD powering up on the visor as he headed down the long corridor, finally reaching the ramp. He tapped the down control to the ramp and looked over the nine Stormtroopers that had used his ship as a dropship and looked at the Squad Commander, "Good luck, meet me back here once this is over if you survive." With that the trooper nodded and head out into the city with his men, Juthan himself breathing in before hauling up the Electrostaff he had in his hands and rifle over his shoulder to join the battle.
@[member='Marik Baldear '],

 

[Marik Baldear]

@[member='Juthan'Athar'] @[member='Gregor Gideon'] @[member='Turin Val Kur']
the city was lit up like a fire works display. hundreds of guns opened up on the incoming ships. the flack was heavy but sporadic in most places. the fighters that had been sent up were clearly out numbered, their speed making very little difference in a low altitude dogfight. countless waves of drop ships streamed down despite the best efforts of the defenders. every vehicle that could hold a gun had been commandeered. gun impalement had been improvised on roofs, in courtyards or evan in the open streets. road blocks and barricades had been hastily constructed to force the sith into tight close combat, where their numbers would be less of an advantage.

marik stepped into the body of the walker. it had been refitted as a mini war office. from this walker he could monitor and plan the movements of his men. his own force consisted of about 50 men, all high trained stormtroopers, and however many soldiers, militia and armed civilians they had picked up along the way. their arma was light, civilian vehicles, a few light walkers and the one old AT-AT.

marick looked at the tactical display before him. his men held the munitioned dump to in the southern district of the city, it was not very well fortified but the men stationed there were some of his best. they had been ordered to take whatever they could and destroy the rest. marik rubbed his chin as he saw the red indicators which marked heavy sith presence. those men would soon be cut off. their only hope would be to make it to the civilian space port and somehow escape.
marik looked over to the other pockets of resistance through the city. some of Krezyik's militia had barricaded themselves in the cites water treatment plant and the old civilian space port. Krezyiks main force was centred around the capital building and surrounding districts. Mariks men must hav made it to General Krezyiks command centre by now. he opened up the com and the hologram of a stormtrooper appeared, his blaster in hand and clearly out of breath. "Have you reached General Krezyik yet" the troopers reply was bleared by the sounds of explosions "yes sir. we made it here just as the drop ships started landing. the General is unwilling to surrender or retreat" mariks face fell at the sound of the words. he knew Krezyik was an idiot but sacrificing the lives of so many good men was something marik could not stand. "hold them off as long as it takes" Mariks tone was low and dull, he hated that he might be giving men their execution orders. the trooper just saluted "yes Sir" the transmission ended and Marik hung his head over the tactical display.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan hugged the wall of an alley as he headed down it, his blaster pistol drawn. The Imperium had blockade most of the main streets already, which even before then had made the streets difficult to traverse. luckily, being reduced to a street rat of sorts was nothing he hadn't been used to, due to his former life.

Soon he reached a door that had been blown open, glancing inside nothing of danger presented itself and taking the moment to find a place where he could rest without getting ambushed he entered. Inside must have been a droid repair shop, as several astromechs and protocol droids rested in charging stations and parts lay scattered all across workbenches. To the far right there was a set of stairs heading upwards to the roof, to which he immediately approached and ascended.

After a minute he reached the roof and headed out onto it, removing his blaster rifle from his shoulder once he returned the pistol to the holster. Around him he could see across the roof tops and took the moment to judge where the concentration of the enemy was the highest, though he did take cover first so as to not get his head blown off by a lucky shot from a sniper. From up here he could see heavy fighting near a civilian airport, though it was clear which side had the upper hand there, and a large group of troops holding out by the water treatment plant.

He took the moment to watch the fighting by the plant before looking elsewhere as it was clear the troops there would die till the last man. With all this new information he headed back down into the streets, heading in the direction of the munitions dump, curious about what was off in that direction.
@[member='Marik Baldear '],

 

[Methuzal]

TB-19 disembarked from his dropship, a BTI-Reaveer Series Repeater held in his unbreakable durasteel grip. The strap for the weapon was slung over his shoulder and the immense power cell secured on his back. He looked every bit the heavy weapons droid, and by God did he love every moment of it. There were two things TB-19 truly, truly loved- close quarters combat and heavy weaponry. As it happened, Bastion's rubble-and-junk-filled streets would provide a lot of the former. It was only up to TB-19 to bring the latter. Then, and only then, would he be down to party. TB-19 had drenched himself in the blood of the Empire's enemies at Metalorn, where he assaulted a fortified prefabricated garrison base with a massive droid armored force and the help of @[member="Viado Forte"]. It was time to do the same once more, only with the tattered remnants of a failed Imperium instead of some Republic hounds.

Already, the soldiers of Krezyik revealed themselves to TB-19 and the T1 battle droids that disembarked with him. They were taking cover, hiding behind destroyed landspeeders and other atypical trash formations before taking potshots at TB-19 and his force.

"LIBERATION:" TB-19 howled as the Reaver Series warmed up, "COMMENCING."

The heavy repeater roared to life, unleashing a torrent of laser bolts into the hiding enemy soldiers, forcing them to stay in cover while TB-19's T1s advanced. This.

This was what he existed for.

 

[TK-1887 'Charles']

Head poking out of the top of a hovertank turret, helmet on head and moustache sadly caged, however most certainly well styled, TK-1887, 'Charles,' took in his surroundings. The city was already a mess, not unlike Private Jenkins' trousers, which he'd been unable to change, and were now stinking up the inside of the tank. In fact, a few of the toxic fumes were escaping up to the hatch, Charles holding his breath as he felt his very life draining away, skin paling and vomit coming to a summit at the bottom of his throat.

Damnit. He was no diver.

"Jenkins! Get your sorry arse out onto the treads!" He called, grimacing to brace himself for when he took in a breath. Ugh. It smelled worse than the food the military had expected him to eat, before he'd managed to bribe the chefs into giving him something at the very least similar to food. The trooper shuffled out of the secondary hatch and sat down with a grimace atop the treads, Charles himself exhaling loudly, now able to breathe at last.

Come to think of it- where were they going? "Oi! Gents! Where're we headed today?" He spoke with well honed basic, but with an accent that also belonged in the past. The response he got was a mixture of confused grumbles and one or two thoroughly flipped birds.

He hadn't worked out why his comrades didn't like him too much.

Maybe it was his calling them peasants.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Tae revealed himself from the large legion of Stormtroopers and scanned the Imperium soldiers in disgust. They were obviously too stupid to realize when they have lost so Tae would then reveal it to them that RESISTANCE IS FUTILE. Tae reached for his lightsaber and activated both blades. Repelling blaster shots with ease, Tae was keeping up a superb defense for himself against the constant fire of the Imperium troopers. "Keep up the fire, Stormtroopers! Not one Imperium traitor gets out alive!" Tae shouted out as he continued deflecting the blaster shots back at his enemies.

 

[Gregor Gideon]

Gregor Gideon was informed by way of subcutaneous comlink that the initial engagements had begun. This was his cue to begin with his Sith Battle Coordination techniques.

The Sith Knight reached out with his mind in a much more practiced way than his initial forays into harnessing the ability. He was more experienced in its use, but again, never upon a size nor scope such as this. So he started simply, cautiously. He began by enveloping the minds of those nearest; within his own star destroyer, the Spiteful, and outwards to the pilots of various starfighters and support craft as they cruised by, and finally out even further; sensing the minds of crews from other fleets and naval forces. Finally, he felt the planet itself - the various colonies, and the troops who were engaging amidst them.

He attempted the best he could at instilling his own strength of will upon them, boosting their morale while ebbing away any doubts or concerns, despite the sheer volume of troops and forces participating. The strain was something that Gregor had anticipated, however.

(@Everybody on the Sith side in the thread)

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Gregor Gideon"] @[member="TB-19"] @Marik Baldear @Tyrin Ardik
[SIZE=medium]Talon jumped aboard his dropship with a nod to the pilot and turned to the 141st[/SIZE] troopers under his command. His Darklight armor was fashioned after their trooper armor and he looked the part of an Imperial Commando as he looked at the troopers.

[SIZE=medium]“Down there you may find people who you once called brothers, but they turned their backs on you.” Talon began as the dropship’s environmental shield activated and it began it’s take off procedures. “You don’t owe them anything. Don’t throw away your lives to give them a chance to survive, because they will not spare you. Kill any resisters no matter who they are. If they’re armed they need to be taken out. Civilians need to be rounded up and detained for questioning and reconditioning.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]The ship propelled itself toward the fortress planet below as fast as it could go, while the blossoms for laser fire bloomed around them. The ship shook from the energy bursting near the dropship and Talon kept his feelings extended to discern the feelings of his troops. The 141st[/SIZE] were among the very best and they were showing it even in their feelings. They sat packed in with thoughts of everything from tactics to women crossing their minds, and to talon it seemed they were treating the occasion like just another day on the job.
[SIZE=medium]They hit the gravity well and then made quick work of the atmosphere and touched down near the outskirts of the capital city. Their first target was the hyper-velocity cannon and then they would enter the city and contain the rebels. [/SIZE]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan stood on top of the roof, on the ground beside him an unconscious imperium rebel with a shot in the leg. The stupid mad had after all tried to shoot at Juthan, so he repaid the favor.

As he looked over the city, he continued to mark possible enemy hold outs and visible sniper nests. He would leave the heavy fighting for the grunts down on the ground anyways, why get in harms way. He activated a beacon that would be visible to only Sith channels, thankfully so because if he didn't this next part in his plan would be very difficult in deed.

He looked down at the unconscious man, shrugging. There was only one way into enemy lines alive, well, without being fired at and having to kill the attacker that is. He bent down and relieved the man of his weapon and armor, putting on both after removing all oh his possessions and hiding them in a secure position. He double checked the outfit after donning it and strapped the blaster rifle over his shoulder and his own two blaster pistols at his side. Before stepping out he made sure the beacon was reading him as a friendly to the Sith so that he wasn't shot in sight, which it was working perfectly, as evident by two storm troopers that looked his way and nodded.

With that he proceeded down the alleys again, heading in the direction of the control and command center. Or at least, what the had man had revealed was a command center.

@Everyone

 

[Onrai]

Overhead, the 69th Fleet was doing a superb job with disablng whatever Imperium remnant space forces still remained. Of the vessels left over, the largest ship was a frigate of an obviously Imperium-designed class. The only other ships were corvettes and a hodgepodge of fighters and bombers, all indigenous to the Imperium. Soon, they would be towed away and dissected - well, at least some of them would be.

"Continue ionizing those vessels until we're sure they're all incapacitated."

 

[Marik Baldear]

(OOC im going away for the weekend so any posts i do make will be short, with lots of spelling mistakes and on my phone. i dont think this will be finished by monday so im just going to give a large NPC placement and you lot have fun... but not to much fun )

Marik fell as the AT-AT shuddered. he was surprised they were not copping as much fire as he had expected. according to the map, the sith were focusing on strategic strikes to try and knock the remnant command out. in some areas the fighting was so mixed, their was not really a battle line in most places, so trooped would intermingling and walking right past the enemy on both sides. pockets of organised resistance became smaller and smaller or were just over-run by sith forces. most of the guns that remained of the planetary defence grid were under siege buy Marik knew the gunners would keep throwing flack into the enemy fleet, right up till they were dragged off the cannons by enemy troops.

the men who were dug in at the munitions dump were now completely cut off. marik piked up the com and a trooper appeared on the holo display but not the trooper marik was expecting "who are you, where is lieutenant Myers" the trooper answered in little more then a whisper "he is dead sir, caught a stray shot to the head, im sergeant Pakken" "how are you holding up sergeant?" "we are dug in as best we can, this dump was made to let tanks and trucks in so we have done the best we can. the sith has not attacks us directly yet but i assume that will change soon" marik looked as his hands on the side of the table, he could feel a knot growing inside him "you are cut off sergeant. there is a spacepo..." the young trooper cut him off "i understand sir, we will give them one heck of a fight" the man saluted and Marik did the same "good luck Pakken" "thank you sir" the transition ended. the image of determination in the young mans eyes burned into Mariks memory. he would have made a fine officer. Marik shook his head. he will make a fine officer

the water treatment plant was not surrounded but was yet to be attacked. the sith must have wanted it in tacked. the general started to pace up and down the tactical display. the militia at the treatment plant wouldn't last long. he had thought of sending reinforcements but evan if he had the men to spare he would just be sending more men to their deaths

General Krezyik's command center would be were the real battle would take place. sith troops flooding into the area surrounding the capital building. Marik hoped they could hold out long enough. the holo display showed the building as little more then a box surrounded by small fortifications and trenches. the building itself was solid and better armed then some fortresses, with enough men it could last weeks or evan months under siege. Marik himself had been trying to attack the loyalist headquarters for 2 weeks. he smirked to himself at the though. he never thought he would be trying rescue the people inside.

 

[Talon Vosra]

[SIZE=10pt]@Marik Baldear @[member="Juthan'Athar"] @[member="Gregor Gideon"] @[member="TB-19"] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Talon and his Drop team leapt from the dropship as it made a soft landing and raced to take cover. The planet was a literal fortress and its thick walls and heavy turrets. The turrets poured fire at Talon's team and they watched as the dropship burst into flames and crashed into one of the turrets on the wall. just on the other side was a hyper-velocity gun designed to pound fleets in orbit and until it was offline the sith armada would be in danger. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Talon called a heavy weapons specialist forward and pointed at the crash site. No more had to be said or done in explanation. The trooper just set his shoulder fired RPG and took aim at the already weakened site. The High-explosive rocket propelled grenade made a loud hissing noise as it burst from the firing unit and raced for the site, and a louder BOOM as it tore a hole in the outer wall. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"Alright give me staggered fire teams moving to our new entrance with alternating cover fire while we move." Talon began, "Get that E-web set up and train it on the wall they are already moving to take up ambush positions. Keep those traitors and cowards off out backs while fire teams 1, 4, 6, and I go in and take out the cannon. Give us about 20 minutes then move to rendezvous point beta and prepare to move on the munitions dump. Just like we trained for, men, let’s move." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The four man fire teams broke up and began their duties while Talon and his three teams moved in a leap frog fashion toward the wall with two teams covering the other as it moved one after the other. Within minutes they were at the breach and moving toward the power generators. [/SIZE]

 

[The Hound]

@[member="Marcus Faust"]

He didn't have time to talk to this man, nor did he have the time to outright fight him. He didn't have enough information on this particular Sith, as he seemed to have some amount of confidence, but the strength Turin could feel within him was weaker than he appeared. This was no Master, or Lord, but a simple foot soldier. Just like him. With a sigh he wondered how he even knew who he was. With his mask and helmet on there was no way of knowing...Unless the Sith had infiltrated their ranks...He would find out later. Without saying another word, he quickly reached up towards the building and closed his hand quickly into a fist.

Force Combustion.

A powerful and difficult to master technique. Violent and primal, Turin excreted his will over the Force, causing the wall to literally...Explode. It was as if someone had detonated a small cluster of thermal detonators. The wall crumbled, the debris falling towards the unsuspecting Sith. He hoped his end was quick. He wasn't staying to find out. He dashed away from the fight.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Tae and the few troopers that were with him were able to slaughter any and all Imperium soldiers in their little battle. LEading the stormtroopers, Tae pressed on deeper into the city along with trooper support and continued cutting down the Imperium forces with ease. "Their numbers are nothing to fear. They were dumb enough to secede, they're dumb enough to pay for the consequences." Tae's agility combined with his endurance was a deadly combination against the Imperium soldiers. His combat abilities struck fear into the hearts of his enemies.

 

[Aithne Charr]

@[member="Turin Val Kur"]
@[member="Marcus Faust"]

Juthan turned the corner just as the wall exploded, watching it come down. His mouth stretched into a grin as he stared at the battle between the two, After all, one was his target.

 

[Marcus Faust]

As the walls exploded Marcus leapt forward, twisting mid-jump and blasting back the pieces of rubble and flame which attempted to consume him with the ball of energy which he'd created. As he skidded to a halt he jumped to his feet, tired, but still with plenty of energy to take down @[member="Turin Val Kur"]. He instantly dashed after the Dark Jedi, hurling a chunk of rubble from the mess Turin had created at his back. It wasn't meant to kill or even injure.

But it'd slow him down long enough for Marcus to close the gap.

The Sith knew Turin was here, and thus Marcus knew this man was Turin. If anyone thought the Sith didn't have people on the inside of their organization, they were damn fools. And like @[member="Juthan'Athar"], Marcus had his target, and whether the wanted man liked it or not, he was going into Republic custody.

 

[The Hound]

Something was coming. Fast. Turin's connection to the Force was something...special. He was no prophet or shaman, but since his 'rebirth' as a Force user his precognition had taken off. Mere seconds before the debris toppled him over, he pivoted, continuing his retreat by jumping back. A snap his erupted from his silver bladed saber and a shark snap sizzle resounded from the rubble as it was melted down the middle by the plasma blade, flying around him as if Turin was a smooth river stone.

Sucking his teeth he skidded to a stop, the hum of his lightsaber strong and the silver light reflecting off of his black armor. He wasn't expecting the Sith to have recovered from his attack so quickly...He would not catch him off guard with that same trick again. He cursed under his breath, assuming the Soresu form, exhaling slowly to calm himself. He would allow his comrades as much time as possible, hopefully tiring out the Sith and making a run for it.

@[member="Marcus Faust"]​