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

[Methuzal]

By the time TB-19 had finished punching the Imperial Knight, the young man's face had ceased to be that of a stalwart youth and more closely resembled an indentation filled with blood, teeth, and exposed cartilage. The Knight was as dead as dead could be. Faced with that realization, the remaining enemy soldiers had turned tail and fled, the T1s giving chase as they did so. TB-19 was left alone, and finally released the Imperial Knight from his grip. The corpse crumpled to the ground with a hollow thump. TB-19 took a step to the right, picking up the lightsaber the Knight had dropped by the eighth punch. He would keep this one. A nice trophy for a job well done.

TB-19 continued down the road, hoping to catch up with his advancing forces.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@The Black | @Alexandra Shadowstalker | @Tycho Shorn | @Zaiden James-Greyson | @Tyrin Ardik

"Simple enough, Your Majesty."

A leap took her across the intervening space, not into combat range but to the point where she could see him clearly. Her mask folded and retracted away from the face of Ashin Varanin. Mask. Wonderful power.

"Zaiden is irrelevant. He served me well before the Dark Council tried purging my people, but he gets himself into trouble -- we both know this. He's been useful and may be again.

"Consider this as notice that I'm still at work. Elsewhere, don't worry, and any desire for vengeance faded several Imperial administrations ago. I wouldn't go so far as to say that I owe you for killing Voracitos -- it served my purposes to leave him to others -- but I do come with something of a warning. Well, two warnings.

"First, I've had quite enough of your people poking around at people who have been associated with me, or swearing vendettas or whatever. Insofar as you're capable of it, please keep them in line. Messes like this, I don't care, but if I get one more Sith Lord knocking on my door, I'll burn Dromund Kaas to the ground.

"Second, now that you've got your feet under you...don't make me feel like you're wasting what I built for you. You had a grace period; that period is over.

"Consider it hubris if you want. What right do I have to say this, after all?" The armored woman shrugged fluidly, and the mask snicked back into place.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="The Black"]

Balaya looked at her two apprentices and gave a nod of her head at the sight of them. Both had done well and then she heard it... Like a gnat in her ear annoying and buzzing. Her finger came up and shooed it away until she spoke. "Besbe you will continue to fight, the blackblades are here, rally them and any who resist. Well cut them down my apprentice. Only leave the ones who can work in the hard labor camps alive. We will still need to replenish the numbers." Then her gaze went to Alexandra while giving a nod. "You fought well and there are many things you learned. For the moment relax and lean on me, I'll make you a warrior yet my apprentice. We'll work on your stamina soon™"

 

[Caulder Dune]

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Tyrin made an expression of mild shock. "Oh, you're... Huh. Nice."

"Right. I don't know if anyone's been bugging you, no one likes to give me notice before they do something stupid any more. They probably know I'll shut them down. Suffice to say, anyone who appears in your neck of the woods to cause trouble isn't doing so on my watch. You're free to kill them or, if they escape, fax me their name and I'll take care of it."

Tyrin made a mental note that he was going to need to keep closer tabs on his underlings. Maybe a sign out sheet on the border-worlds or something. The Empire had precious few allies. The Fringe wasn't one of them, but having good enough terms that the mercenaries were on call was important. At least for now it was. Hopefully a time would come when such a crutch was no longer needed.

"Wasting? Really? You wound me with those words. I've planned my reign right down to my abdication. Everything you've lined up will be put to good use. Your underlings will have no shortage of mercenary work made available to them. For now, I'm going to be securing my backyard and taking a bite out of Hutt Space. That's all you'll need to know. Then the real fun starts."

 

[Djonas Vile]

Warlord Krezyik's numbers were staggering compared to Tae's and Major Hajef's few Stormtroopers. THe fight went on for some time. Tae stood in front, deflecting blast bolts back at the enemy and keeping his troops rallied. When suddenly, a few Graugian dropships landed nearby and from them a squadron of Babis came pouring out. Their ruthlessness and brutality proved to be too much for Warlord Krezyik's men. They wore torn asunder by the many Babi.

Spoiler

"It seems Lord @[member="Krag"] watches over me this day. Push!" Tae said aloud as he begun the push into Warlord Krezyik's forces, slashing and ripping through his men with his double-bladed lightsaber. The warlord's men screamed in pain and agony until the last one fell. Krezyik was the last one. "Get the Major out of here. This lumbering oaf is mine to handle." Tae shooed away the Babi and Stormtroopers. "You fething morons thought the Empire had forgotten? You thought we had forgiven? WRONG!" Tae said coldly before bring his lightsaber down onto the warlord's vibrosword. The two exchanged blow after blow. THeir weapons clashed and banged with each exchange. No words were said. They just fought and fought until...Szzrrrt. Tae removed the warllord's head from his body. The barbaric man's head fell with a hard thud followed by his body's even harder crash. "It's finished..." Tae said before opening his commlink. "If someone could come pick me up that'd be lovely." Tae then removed his comlink from the vicinity of his mouth. "I think I crapped myself..That was intense..."

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

@[member="Olom Grihk"]

Tricia came down behind her apprentice, there wasn't much else to do with the coward running off and she clasped her hands behind her back. Bastion would be theirs and soon the march of Lord Kaine's soldiers would ensure this world stayed under sector ones control. That was what mattered in the end. Increasing their lords wealth which benefited all under his domain. Her apprentice compared to the others was not a pretty thing.. too small, too chubby and as Kaine would put it. Not of the master race, no in truth it was why he was chosen because he could be the unexpected one in their little court. The imp who everyone fears because you'd never see him coming. "How have you preformed my apprentice?"

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom frowned, nodding into the comm-link. "understood," He said gravely. He walked following the squadron and began looking at the device. "Huh. Internal regulator with a secondary failsafe. He was going to use a trigger sliced into the system, but if we pull it out now, it'll vaporize, killing several of us." He said this all very calmly. The other troopers looking at him. "You've done your part, men. You want to go out there and play mop up, or just secure the facility, do it. Await further orders fro ma real commander. Still, no sense in you all standing in the blast radius if this goes wrong. Go away, for your own safety," he said with cold glare as he turned his attention to the device and started staring it down, grabbing a small remote and beginning to analyze the system, after removing the casing gently. This Scrooge guy may have been an insufferable twit in tactics, but he built quality weapons. Should've kept him alive as a pet. Ah, well.

He smirked as Lady Kalamack arrived. He wodnered if she had accomplished any grand feats today. He had enjoyed playing the fools into the wrong position. "I'm attempting to defuse this chemical weapon, my lady. The man who built it was smarter than I had anticipated, despite being goaded to his death easily," he said with a contemplative flicker of of his visible lobes. "If you can decouple both the green and red wires telekinetically in tandem, it should prevent the killswitch from triggering," he said calmly. "Then we can retrieve this poison. I'm sure Lord Kaine will wish to analyze it, if only to know what we're up against."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

"Hutt Space. You know, the entire Dark Council lined up to call me an idiot for pushing the southern front past Mon Calamari. 'Why Gand,' they said, 'why Tund.' Two Force traditions assimilated, two steps closer to Nal Hutta and an eventual shot at leverage over the Protectorate. Finally, someone with imagination.

"I frankly don't care whether you knew about the Sith who've tried to hunt me down. All I'm requiring is that you make it your business to ensure that your people leave me the feth alone. And lest you think that I'm blustering when I talk about burning Kaas City-"

A misshapen, spiny lump of crystal arced through the air toward Tyrin.

"-I can get my hands on anything. Applaud Velok's initiative as I did, I was...pleased when he decided it should be given to you. Both because I approve of someone giving you a taste of your legendary condescension, and because the Emperor should own the Telos Holocron. It's an old favorite of mine, and I couldn't have tripled the Empire's territory without it."

 

[Darth Vazela]

@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

Vazela surveyed the room, adorned in it's art and tranquility. The bodies of the former governor, aides, family and lieutenants were removed by the local servants that had worked in palace, hired under the pretense of death by the Stormtroopers that now patrolled it's corridors, stood on it's ramparts and occupied it's surrounding space. The Imperial Palace was now on lock down and the heart of Bastion was now theirs. Averting his gaze from an oil painting of the city, he lowered his gaze to the officer knelt before him. He considered Colonel James Kerval for a while, before he gave him his last orders before his eventual departure. "Colonel, you will be in command of this palace and will continue to feed updates to Commander Bligh on the Obscurity. Nobody is to leave or enter this palace, whether they're allied or not; and in the case of the latter, I demand execution to proceed there trespass."

The Sith Lord lifted himself to his feet and told the Colonel, "By the time I leave this palace, I want a Sigma shuttle ready for departure. You have your orders."
"It will be done, my Lord," said Kerval, getting to his feet.

Vazela turned around the corner of the massive durasteel doors that led into the throne room and his hooded figure began to navigate the hallways back down into the palace grounds. True to his orders, Kerval had relayed his orders to his men and a Sigma-class transport had been prepared at the foot of the stairs, descending from the palace to the street. Boarding the ship, he told it's pilot, "Bring me to the Emperor, as quickly as possible."
"Yes, my Lord," replied the pilot, taking off after the ramp retracted back into the ship.

Still hooded, Vazela remained near the ramp. He was eager to get out when it arrived near the location of Tyrin Ardik. As the shuttle flew, he felt a disturbance in the Force. He sensed that Tyrin was in danger. He did not know why. Perhaps he was in a situation on Bastion where, even the Dark Lord of the Sith, could not handle himself. Vazela endeavored to find out.

 

[Marik Baldear]

the boom echoed through the walker and for a second everything time seemed to stand still.
"hold on to something!" marick yelled as he dropped his blaster and dived for one of the rails. the floor fell away from beneath their feet as the walkers leg bucked. those men who didn't hold on to anything were thrown around like rag dolls, slamming into the walls, floor and roof.
marik turned to see window through the access hatch in the cockpit. the ground rushed towards them, faster and faster. with a loud crash the AT-AT smashed into the street. Marik was thrown into the wall and all when black.

after smashing into its front the walker toppled on to its side. it was completely mangled. one of its legs was no longer attached and its cockpit had been completely crushed.
the small escort that remained looked on in shock, till one cried out "look over there on the roof" they all saw the man on the roof, evan in imperium armour they still oped up fire on the man. the men had spent the last weeks fighting amongst themselves so sooting at people in the same armour was not something knew for them. he had a loyalist transponder, so for all they knew, he could have been sent by one of the other warlords to kill Marik.
the light walkers and some of the infantry opened up fire as the other half headed towards the reck of the AT-AT to retrieve the remains of the general.



@[member="Juthan'Athar"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan took cover but didnt have to wait long, over head his YT-100 modified freighter stopped. And without mercy it fired down on them, two dual barreled laser battaries and two torpedo launchers aimed at the escort troops and opened fire on them. The freighter's sheilds would easily hold out against any of the troop's weapons and within a minute killed or scattered all of them. Once the hostiles were cleared out and it landed, unloading the now five consortium forces that had come with him. Juthan hurried down to the ground level and looked at the commander of the squad as he came of the loading ramp of the freighter.

"Check the imperials, if any are injured, move them to safety. Pile the dead near the alley then burn the bodies, we dont need a sickness arising." He stalked off towards the walker and took out his saber before he plunged it into the armor again, cutting through the hull slowly to get inside of the machine to find anyone that survived the crash.

 

[Aithne Charr]

@[member='Marik Baldear '],

 

[Marik Baldear]

rocket and blaster fire shot up at the ship from a street away. the sounds of speeders could be heard rushing towards their location. the rest of Mariks forces had finally made it around. they opened up fire on the sith troops. their number seemed larger then when they had left Marik. the Imperium troops and armed civilians who were retreating had joined them.

inside the recked AT-AT it was dark, the only like was that of @[member="Juthan'Athar"] saber. the lower level of the walker was badly damaged. the light fell on a trooper. one of the veterans, he clearly hadn't been able to hold on to anything when the walker came down. the trooper looked up at the man holding the light saber, his legs looked broken and blood ran from his head. the trooper started to laugh, first low and almost as if he was laughing to himself, then louder and louder, till it was a shrieking cackle. he smiled, looking at the saber and not the man wielding it, his own blood stained his teeth, grinning as he pressed the detonator of the grenade he had clutched in his bloody hand.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan reacted in an instant and ripped the grenade from the mangled hand and sent it flying out the hole he had come in. Once that was done, and the blast had sent Juthan flying forward a bit, he stood and ran over to the man. He bent down and tried to do what he can to save the man if possible. "That was a stupid move, you could have killed yourself." He wrapped up the mans hands, then moved down to his legs, using metal and torn cloth to create splints and wrap up the wounds. Should any wounds exist that could be cauterized, he would do so with his saber. "Sorry for the pain, but otherwise you would die." Outside he could hear the imperium troops returning, if his men followed the contingency plan they would show their documents stating they were not with them Sith Empire, if they weren't... well he could always buy replacements.

@[member='Marik Baldear '],

 

[Darth Vazela]

@[member="Tyrin Ardik"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]

The Sigma-class shuttle touched down in the vicinity of Tyrin Ardik and Ashin Varanin. The ramp lowered once more. As it did, the cowl of his dark robe returned over his head, concealing the spiked up, grey hair he had and the degraded, chalk white features of his face. He lifted his yellow predatory eyes to the cockpit and said, "Return to the palace. Await my signal to return for me. Remain in this shuttle until I instruct otherwise."
"Yes, my Lord," replied the pilot.

Vazela began his descent from the transport and out onto the street. As he walked away, a whirlwind kicked up his robes slightly and he had to lift his hands to the hem of his hood to keep it over his head, less it blow it away. When the Sigma left the vicinity, it's engines moved with it and the wind subsequently died down, leaving only the sounds of flickering flame and smog created from the surrounding destruction.

His lightsaber a comfortable weight on his hip, the Sith Lord pressed on wards, for another encounter with the Emperor and a strange he yet to meet... Yet heard so much about.

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

"Cut them down." Ordered the Sith as he nodded to @[member="Balaya Zambrano"], waving for the soldiers to join him. They marched through the streets, wrenching people from their homes and onto the streets. Gathering them into a circle, Besbe sensed something, a child strong with the force, one he would make into an Imperial. Pulling him away from his mother, he almost smiled as he raised his hand into the air and made a fist, signaling the troops to fire. The child would be forced to watch as his family were cut down before his eyes. He would be a weapon, like him.

 

[Marik Baldear]

sergeant Tives stepped off the side of the speeder. like all the men who had escaped from the palace before its capture, he was injured. one arm in a sling and another holding his blaster. mariks main force had met up with him and his men as they retreated from the palace. a mishmash group of militia, coalition and loyalist troops now stood surrounding what they had thought were sith troops. both sided stood, still with blasters at the ready, both expecting the other to open fire at any moment.
Tives was not the highest in rank among the coalition forces but he had experience, he had assumed command in the absence of general Marik. he spoke clear and calm to the men in the street who seemed ready to open fire as a moments notice "everyone just calm down" he lowered his own blaster and addressed 'sith' troops who now surrounded the recked AT-AT "we dont know who you are, but all i know is you clam to not be sith and you haven't shot us yet" he looked around as some of the troops on both side lowered their blaster "this is good, we dont need to kill each other" he took a deep reassuring breath "who is in command here?" he started to walk towards the AT-AT, if marik was alive he would be in their, and the sergeant had a feeling who ever was the boss of these grunts would be to
@[member="Juthan'Athar"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan had just finished his search of the inside of the AT-AT and come out when the question sounded, his saber in his hand. "I am, why do you ask?" The Uniform and helmet he was wearing earlier were gone, replaced with his battle armor he had brought to him by one of his troops during the skirmish. "And dont worry about your wounded, they are all in the AT-AT. Also yes, i am responsible for their wounds in the first place."

 

[Aithne Charr]

@[member='Marik Baldear '],

 

[Marik Baldear]

the sergeant twitched at the site of the lightsaber but controlled his desire to shoot the man who had just taken credit for killing and wounding so many of his brothers in arms. the sounds of battle could still be heard throughout the city "and what do you plan to do with them?" tives men had the clear upper hand and yet this man seemed calm. Tives' men had these mystery troops almost completely surrounded, the only card they had was the ship. "i dont want to fight you, please just give up our men back" the sounds of fighting grew louder "please"

@[member="Juthan'Athar"]