Invasion The Last Battle | EE Invasion of Bryn'adûl held Danuta

[Esmeralda Io]

Location: Military Super-Construct - Danuta
Objective: Destroy the Drael Tech Hivemind
Allies: EE ( Salis 001-A-986 "Nix" Laertia Io Ladybug Ingrid L'lerim )
Enemies: Bryn'adûl ( Naimes Ahn-Dross )
Unit Support: Siren Corps │ Nuetralizer Model 1s │ Nuetralizer Model 2s │ Nuetralizer Model 3s
Theme: Closer

This was supposed to be the last battle.

And yet, Danuta would be the first for the short-statured Siren. While she was not green after Hoth and the expedition to an uncharted world, within the myriad and diverse forces under the banner of House Io, fighting the Bryn'adûl was considered to be a rite of passage for newly-created Nuetralizers and Sirens. A citizen-soldier wasn’t truly blooded until they had faced down a monstrous Juggernaut and survived.

Esmeralda hoped to achieve far more than that.

The pirates and stormtroopers she had slain before were naught but a distant memory, their lives serving only to prepare her for the ultimate foe. Perhaps it was self-centered, as those men and women had families, loved ones, and friends who had cared for them, much like her own family. However, Esmeralda had set her focus beyond them, pursuing her own goals in helping House Io and the Eternal Empire eradicate and ultimately punish the Bryn'adûl for the horrors they had inflicted upon the galaxy.

In that way, Esmeralda had unwittingly taken after Mother, even though she was naught but a rank-and-file citizen-soldier.

The purified air within the passenger bay of the TIE Lander seemed oppressing to the Echani as she waited anxiously for the pilot to guide the vessel through the minefield of aerial defenses. The idea of her life being in the hands of another was unattractive, but she knew that the Nuetralizer pilots were skilled, in spite of her unease. Seeking to stave off the anxiety, Esmeralda mentally reviewed her objective and the details presented in the briefing. Their primary goal would be to destroy the Super-Construct’s Hivemind, which would effectively neuter the enemy’s ability to coordinate their defenses, thereby allowing the 267th and the other allied forces on the outside to more easily break into the stronghold. House Io forces would be working closely with the Scarecrows and the Jackals, but rumors were also abound that the Black Knight herself would take the field, as well.

If they proved to be true, Esmeralda knew that victory would be all but assured.

The transport rocked as it cut through the air, traveling at close to full burn towards the Super-Construct, with the objective of landing inside it, rather than outside of the walls. Holding tight onto the restraints on her shoulders, Esmeralda braced herself for the landing, her mind briefly overcome by the thought of a fiery, instantaneous death from a cannon blast fired by a Sentinel or a Ra’mak on the ground. Knowing that her end could come at any moment, Emeralda held her eyes open and focused her icy cyan gaze on the Siren sitting across from her in the transport. Nevertheless, the thought continued to linger, driving her to bite her lips as a distraction.

Fortunately, that gruesome, fiery fate never came.

“We’re in!” The Nuetralizer Model 1 pilot shouted over comms.

“You heard the flyboy ladies! Go, go, go! We’ve got crab to kill!” Bill, a veteran Model 1 said. In motion even before the Nuetralizer spoke, Esmeralda pushed herself out of the restraints and pulled her shotgun from its place on her back, the weapon loaded with CryoBan shells to better kill the hulking Juggernauts.

Then, the Siren set off into the crab’s jaws, to slay the beast from within.

Spoiler: Loadout

• FAE/A-04 “Apsara” Ultralight Combat Armor
  • Right Gauntlet
    • Universal Gas Launcher
      • Nagnol Gas
    • WMMW-01
      • Wrist Rocket Launcher (2)
        • Buster Rocket
  • Left Gauntlet
    • WMMW-01
      • Wrist Rocket Launcher (2)
        • Buster Rocket
  • Undersuit
    • UL-14 "Virtus" Class Underlay
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Vibrodagger (2)
  • Droid
    • IBIS Drone
  • Utility
    • ABC Scrambler
    • Evasive-226-R Field Disruptor
• LPD-45 Firespray Shotgun
  • Explosive Slug
  • CryoBan Shell
• Esmeralda’s SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster
• FAE/M-01 “Scherezade” Energized Vibroblade
• Flash Detonator (2)
• CryoBan Grenade (2)

 

[Khaostra Devoid]

Post: 1
Objective: Maw and Bryn Happy Together
Equipment: Red Midnight Duster | Red Sith Armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | CrushGaunts | x2 White lightsabers | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | Variety of Explosives | RSKF-44 heavy blaster | X-21 shock glove
Allies: Bryn'adûl
Enemies: Eternal Empire | Viermen | Ingrid L'lerim | Steve the Ultranaught
Special Tags: Open

Spoiler: Troops & Transport

X20 Spider Cruisers
50 - Heathen War Shamans
25 - Sorcerers of Rhand
100 - Firefang Wardogs
200 - Mawite Kitiakira Warband
425 - Mawite Deathgang

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Twenty MAW Spider Cruiser screamed out of hyperspace skirting the very edge of Danuta’s atmosphere. Immediately landing protocols were put in place. The cruisers began their descent into the atmosphere towards the swamp region of the Planet. Aboard one of the cruisers fiery orange eyes stared down at the planet below. A voice broke the woman’s concentration on the surface that was fast approaching.


“Our entrance wasn’t that stealthy; I have no doubt both Bryn and Eternal Empires sensors have picked us up.” Khaos just looked at the pilot and nodded.


“Just get us to the surface as fast as possible, I doubt either side were expecting the Maw.” The Krath spy network was grow fast and seemed to have ears everywhere these days. Khaos herself was slightly amazed with just how fast Dyans Keto got the thing rebuilt. Hell she might have even joined up with the shadow organization had a command position in the Maw force not called her to service.


The Pilot spoke out to her again. “Hopefully this won’t be as big of chit show as Lao-mon.” Then her mood went from pensive but still upbeat into straight unbridled rage. Her orange eyes flared up with anger as she was reminded of Lao-mon. She had escaped the hellscape she helped create by the skin of her teeth. In fact, it was this very Pilot his name was Mitch that had saved her arse from Magma river she had created and the island she had trapped herself on. She gritted her teeth and growled slightly as she looked back out the port window the ground coming clearly into view now.


“I don’t think we will have to deal with Iron Bastards here only Eternals, Jedi, and The Bryn'adûl.” The ship began to rock against the friction and the air braking of trying to slow descent as the surface was so close you could easily make out the features of the swamp. “I thought we were on the Bryn'adûl’s side?”


“We are but they don’t know that….” Well side was a bit confusing the Maw had it’s own agenda but ultimately it would benefit the Bryn'adûl and Maw leaving the rest of the Galaxy to spiral further into misery. Still, it was dangerous to come to the aid of a genocidal race of monsters hellbent on killing everything but their own kind for the most part.


Beneath her booted feet she felt the legs of the spider cruisers position themselves for landing and then the small landing thrusters for final landing engage. Her orange eyes so full of fury and rage at the whole Lao-mon thing which still weighed heavily on her mind and thoughts of murdering Michael Barran the next time she saw that smug bastard. As she saw the very top of the tree lines, she pulled her sights away from the port and any ongoing conversation with eh pilot. She shook away the thoughts of Lao-mon pushing them to the back of her mind as best she could. She made her way to where the contingent of the force she brought with her on the same transport as her were.


She looked them over as several division leaders walked up to her, they knew their orders, but they were looking for reaffirming from Khaos that it was still the Plan. Gerald the speaker for the Kitiakira stepped up first. “You play Hide and seek still; we need twenty at least but more the better if or ultimate plan doesn’t go south.” She then looked to the Shaman and Sorcerers of Rhand. “Battle Meditation and seeker spells we need to find the secret in these swamps before the Bryn'adûl or at least figure out what it is.” The Maw thought they had information and that is what brought them to this world they weren’t aware of the trap in place however they did know something was going on that involved something the Bryn wanted and somehow was tied to the Eternal Empire.


She then looked to Braktus a giant of a man she wasn’t sure what species he was, but he stood nearly ten feet tall. She looked up at him he was a master of Beasts in Maw. “While they seek.” She pointed to sorcerers and Shaman. “Send the Wardogs on the hunt for Eternal soldiers or anything that can lead us to what is deeper in this swamp.” The giant looked down at her with a near toothless smile. “It is done Little one.”


Quickly her sights turned to Deathgang leaders. “Hit um fast and hard, don’t kill Bryn unless absolutely necessary but anyone who is Eternal Empire or their allies or Hell just doesn’t look maw or Bryn kill them, kill them all.” With that said Gerald spoke towards Khaos. “No Killing Bryn unless absolutely necessary, pretty much everything else is open game. What about the world itself, it’s Bryn world and I know we aren’t full force, but we are Maw and we have a tendency scorch all the earth we touch?”


Khaos moved towards the bay doors and opened them just as the cruiser touched down. She smirked slightly at the question as the slipped her helmet on over her head covering her orange eyes that flared up ever so briefly. “We are the Maw this world was already Frakked the moment we stepped foot on it.” She laughed slightly as she took her first steps unto the marsh land. As all twenty cruisers landed and their bays open troops spilled out and just a moment in the beast masters first released the war dogs.

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Objective: Sabotage and Vandalise systems
Location: Bryn Flagship
Equipment Rifle, Sword, Magnetic Thermal Detonators, Thermite Explosives, Heavy Blaster Pistol, Carbine, Boarding Pod
Tags: Open

it wasn’t long before the roar of gunfire reached him. He had removed a few small wires and electronics and rewired them, so they stop functioning. The idea was to multiply small failures into larger ones. Somehow, he got noticed and had to defend himself, fortunately, he got to cover before his limbs got blown off. Aiming his Disruptor at the nearest assailant he fired aiming for the chest. Tovald kept firing until the attacking Bryn fell. However, more filled the downed crab’s place. Too many to take while in a disadvantaged defensive position.

Picking a Thermal Detonator from his belt he armed and hurled it into the horde, some of them fell and it distracted them long enough for Tovald to escape into another corridor. The explosions would attract attention, that is guaranteed but he had precious minutes to get down to business and to begin his mission to cause disruption. He's actually got a HUD display of said count down.

Again, why did he think this was a good idea? Still, he wasn't going to hold back anymore. Not with how serious everything is.

Now he had reached a terminal or what can be called one based on terms. He swung his sword up over his head and rammed the length of it into the console, wires frizzed, and the screens crumpled, never to be useful again. Working from back to front means that he can cause damage while the main Boarding forces do their thing.

He himself had to wonder how many were in the Boarding forces and whether if they got here safely or if they would let him join up with them.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Aboard Osam's ship.
Objective IV.: Kill Osam and the ruling council.
Equipment: Kiss of the Red Witch | 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: Osam
Allies: Tovald Kahmen’’a | Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi | Ghost "Frankie" Sterling
Enemies: Bryn'adûl

[ Nuclear ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

This time, Ingrid was not walking invisibly to her target, to where she sensed Osam and many others. The woman's path was lined with dead Bryn'adûl, blood dripping from both of her blades, blood soaked her armour as well. But the Empress was just moving forward; she has not used Force since she was on board. It was not necessary. She felt nothing, no joy, no fun, no guilt, no anger. She was empty to her this was just a job, she knew Zachariel Steelblood would be the one who would enjoy this invasion, he always loved to fight tough opponents and cause chaos. She smiled for a moment at the thought; even war crimes should not be feared here.

It was a moment, then all her thoughts were new to the battle and the present situation. She felt through the Force that others were already coming aboard the ship. She tried to spy of the minds of those who were near Osam as she progressed. Oh! She knew who they were through the intelligence reports, but it was a pleasant disappointment that they were here. Thus, in addition to the duel, Ingrid set herself another goal. Behead the Bryn'adûl's ruling council. This is a great ambition and goal for an assassin. Crowning her career.

Telis Taharin-Zambrano and Tubrok Ragal would also be proud of her. The lover and the living husband. And Tubrok, as the Overlord, had to stay home again; while the Empire is at war, the man is leading the Empire. But returning to war again. Last time the man used a long range weapons, now the woman will. Before entering the corridor, she becoming invisible, and aimed Osam's head with the sniper rifle as she descended to one of her knees. The shot will definitely reveal her location so she can only do this once.

She aimed at the most defenceless part, the eye, and in the end pulling the trigger.

Location: Near to the Superconstruct
Objective I.: Shadowgames
Armies: Half of the Ragnarök Regiment (3 batallion)
Allies: 001-A-986 "Nix" | Ladybug | Eina L'lerim-Vandiir | Salis | Esmeralda Io
Enemies: Naimes Ahn-Dross

<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

The fight started down there, the 267th is now aiming to blow holes in the walls in as many places as possible to make it easier to enter the building. True, this will make it easier for the enemy to come out, but everything also has its drawbacks. The sides were watched primarily so that the enemy could not encircle them, as it would certainly have led to the destruction of the armies. Based on their data, several people reached the building.

<< Everyone watches the edges and the air, a surprise attack is also expected from there. >> said the message on the communication channel.

Meanwhile, the vehicles targeted the defence systems and cannons on the walls and ground and began to destroy them.

Location: Edge of the trap area
Objective II.: Beasts in the trap
Armies: Half of the Ragnarök Regiment (3 batallion)
Allies: Viermen | Steve the Ultranaught
Enemies: Gal'Zhoren | Khaostra Devoid

<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

The enemy has arrived; this also became apparent very quickly based on the noises. Motion sensors also indicated. However, the 267th had not yet moved, they were still waiting, waiting for the time when the entire Bryn'adûl army would arrive. If the trap closes prematurely, there has always been a chance that the enemy will remain outside and Allied forces will be trapped between two fires. This became particularly worrying when unknown ships were also spotted.

<< We detected ships with unknown markings that are neither Bryn nor Allied ships. >> said the message on the communication channel to the Allies.

The Maw's men have not yet been seen on the radars, so their appearance will be partly unexpected.

Location: Aboard of the Crimson Empress
Objective III.: Shot them down from the sky
NPC/Fleet: Fleet Admiral Cal Osborn | ENS Crimson Empress
Allies: Aximand Sicarus | Isla Draellix-Kobitana
Enemies: Osam

<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Cal continued to watch both space and ground team movements, all through EENet. The Eternal Imperial and Ashlan fleets have arrived and are already engaged in battle with the Bryn'adûl fleet. Everything went according to plan. He opened a channel to the Grand Admiral and Commodore's flagship.

<< This is Fleet Admiral Osborn, the Crimson Empress takes a defensive stance, between us and the enemy fleet, we will cover up and defend the dropships and gunships heading towards the planet. You continue what you started! >> he said.

With this, the ship was positioned so that it could really provide cover against Bryn'adûl on its own. The shields were protected well on the hull and the ship was well protected; it was perfectly suited for this task and could be attacked later from here.

 

[Viermen]

Allies: Steve the Ultranaught Ingrid L'lerim | Eternal Empirel
Enemies: Gal'Zhoren Khaostra Devoid | Bryn'adul

He continued on down the gorge. All was silent still, yet he sensed the presence of beings of malice depper within the chasm. They were hiding. The hunted were trying to become the hunters. Verimen chuckled maliciously through his respirator. Then he saw the flash of movment along the ground. They were advancing, and Viermen aws glad to see that they were.

One of the Ultranauts spoke up. He did not care to learn the names of those under his command. Without waiting for him to issue the order, he began assembling the cannon he spoke of. Viermen raised his left hand, the one that was still human and not machine, and whispered, "Sssshhhh! Silence. And cease the assembly. Too much noise."

The enemy was drawing nearer, and nearer. He wanted to have every chance possible to hear their approach. These were not the Bryn he may have heard of in the more common reports of their exploits. These were the stealthy ones. The ambush predators. He motioned to ready weapons for watch. The Ultranauts began to scan the surroundings with their blaster point. If something will advance, they will be ready. Viermen however, stood where he was, and waited for that lone Bryn to move out of the shadows. His right arm was pointed that way. His gaze darted about his field of view for any others though. He would not allow himself to be surprised.

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

Spoiler: FLEET COMPOSITION

Hand of Ashla
Avenging Saint
3 x Templar class star destroyer
6 x Dominion class escort frigate
8 x Principality class corvette
6 x Warden anti-starfighter frigate

Mixed complements of
Pegasus interceptors
Phoenix Multirole Starfighters
Knave armed troop carrier

Osam Aximand Sicarus
Ingrid L'lerim

Replying on the same secure channel "Thank you Aximand Sicarus we will seek to engage them from this flank and split their fire between our fleets. I have complements of Ultranaut marines provided by your Stratcom to assist with boarding against these creatures."

And responding to Fleet Admiral Osborn "If you believe you can hold then that action will increase our chances of the ground. I am detecting a pair of butcherers in the enemy lines, I will attempt to engage them as soon as possible to prevent your ships being focused on too heavily. If you require support I will redirect assets."

Isla looked over at the captain of her flagship, this was an officer that had survived the destruction of her previous flagship with her. "Right Captain, let see what Archangel have built us here, switch to offensive mode and charge the Meteor Cannons I want them all cycling the moment they are at capacity. It would take around 90 seconds for the ship to ready itself, these primary weapons were incredible powerful weapons with enormous range. The three templars had already begun firing their own meteors, targeting a pair of ravagers that holding this flank. The bolts streaked across the stars like the meteor name sakes.

Most of the rest of the fleet was still out of range but was moving in steadily. The ships had begun launching their starfighter squadrons and combined waves of 15 squadrons of 8 bombers and 10 squadrons of 8 interceptors had begun to form up. The bombers would target the Butcherers, these were dangerous ships that would tax even the tough shields of the Ashlan fleet. But they would have to get their first. Engaging their SLAM drives, the 200 starfighters raced across the void at huge velocity, the huge capital ships quickly disappearing behind them.

Isla watched out her viewer as glowing breaches in her hull opened up to reveal rows of beam weapons, this was only the second time she had watched this process and the transition impressed her as thousands of tons of metal armour was retracted. The ship was still one of the most durable in the fleet, but now was becoming the dangerous in a firefight.

"Captain, please fire upon those Ravagers when ready, I would like to clear a path for our bombers"

She watched as first the two massive nose mounter proton beam weapons opened up, followed by multiple meteor cannons, this ship had 3 turrets of two and they were now fully charged and ready to go.

Across the rest of the fleet, the Avenging Saint was leading a bold push forward accompanied by four of the Dominions and a pair of the Principalities. Noble Crusader Battlecruisers were excellent medium ranged brawlers and extremely tough, whilst it wouldn't dive straight in to boarding range, having a ship like that leading the charge was beneficial to the Ashlan fleet.

Bryn fire was beginning to come in at the lead vessels, wave of projectiles rippled across the shields of the Avenging Saint but so far, other than minor bleedthrough, there was no damage to the hull. The massed volleys were however causing pause the the Capital ship's combat patrol, as the front of the vessel had become a veritable no fly zone.

Spoiler: Summary

• Hand of Ashla switched to offensive mode and opened fire on closest Ravager with its 6 meteor cannons and 2 heavy proton beam weapons. Other weapons out of range
• 3 Templars all also opening up with 2 meteor cannons a piece firing at second closest ravager other weapons out of range.
• Avenging Saint along with 4 Dominions and 2 Principalities moving in to medium range. Taking fire and beginning to target enemies. Turbolasers at the smaller Bryn vessels, Fusion Accelerator and shield leech at the Ravagers.
• Other ships put of range and moving up along with flagship.
• 15 squadrons of bombers and 10 of interceptors crossing the void on SLAM to attack Butcherers (will take a few minutes to arrive)
• Other interceptors on CAP around capital ships.

​

 

[Subject 648 Slipknot]

Objective: Defend the Superconstruct
Location: Inside the Superconstruct
Allies: Bryn'adul, Naimes Ahn-Dross
Enemies: EE, Ingrid L'lerim , 001-A-986 "Nix" , Ladybug , Eina L'lerim-Vandiir , Salis , Esmeralda Io

"Report? What do you mean the attackers are breaching? Hold them and cut off their advance when they funnel into the corridors. Tighten the defense."

Slip scowled. Damn it... sounds like things weren't going so well in the other sectors either. Most enemies were still outside, but some had seemingly entered. Perfect, just perfect... Slip grabbed his mask, and put it on. Then, he grabbed his weapons, and ran down the hallways, passing many Draelvasier, also hurrying to fight.

"Push the enemy back here then regroup in Sectors 367, 413 and 127 to assist the Draelvasier in pressing the enemy back away from the breach."

"Copy that, moving to handle the breaches." Slip said over the commlink, before rushing down the hallways.

Today was going to be a fun day...

 

[Iasha Rha]

Objective: Revenge.
Allies: Ingrid L'lerim Viermen Steve the Ultranaught
Enemies: Gal'Zhoren Khaostra Devoid

Spoiler

Gear: Taozin amulet, lightsaber, assassin blade.

'A surprise attack on Jaminere'​

'Lost all communication'

'Not reported among the refugees.'
'We must therefore conclude that Mr. and Ms. Rha were ​

killed in action.'

She had read the report a hundred times over.

A hundred times, she had felt the same cold rage wash over her. She felt the it when she received the report, on her way to fight the New Imperial Order on Bastion, where they had killed her master. She felt it again when she found there was nothing she could do, that they would not retake Jaminere before the Imperials were dealt with. She felt it when serpents whispered from the dark and told her of powers unimaginable in return for her devotion. She felt it when she honed her skills.

But she had never felt it like she did now, waiting for the Bryn'adul to walk into a trap.

The lethan twi'lek slipped the taozin amulet into her shirt and patted the front of her chest to remind herself that it was there. With a slow exhale, she calmed her heartbeat without dousing the fire of hate in her belly. She lifted the cloth draped around her neck up over her nose and adjusted it so it would not fall down. It reminded her that she would be no negotiation, no quarter. She lifted the hood to cover her lekku, reminding herself that she needed to hide, watch, and wait for the opportune moment.

Iasha followed the plan.

Away from the rest of the soldiers, the twi'lek watched. A toppled tree had long since rotted, but left withered roots and a ditch in its wake. It had fallen from the top of a mound and crumbled in a small bog among the rocks below, giving her a hiding spot with a good view. Iasha had acclimated herself to the rot of the bog, letting its scent cover hers and obscure her presence. So she watched from the shadow, hidden among the roots.

When the Bryn's scout came sniffing, she saw him from another angle.

She could see where he dropped down among the rocks and vegetation. -Well, almost.

The sith could swear, but held herself back.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: Onboard the Chariot-Class Transport Frigate "Deliverer" in orbit of Danuta
Objective: I Shadowgames
Allies: Eternal Empire and Allies
Enemies: Bryn'adul
Loadout:

• Armor: Katarn Mk. III Light Powered Armor
• Clothing: Katarn Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons: Death-Dealer Handcannon (drop holster, right hip - loaded with Sith-Killer Ammunition), Pulse Pistol (chest holster) Lightsaber (clipped to waist), Lightsaber Pike (strapped to back), Wrist Mounted Blaster (right wrist), Tactical Vibroblade (right boot), Incendiary Grenades, Cryo-Ban Grenades

Antarian command had been less than thrilled when Colonel Beltran Rarr had agreed to join the forces led by Ingrid L'lerim in their invasion of the occupied world Danuta. The idea that an Antarian Ranger would join forces with a galactic power that, until recently, had been a support of the Sith Empire left a sour taste in the highest echelons of a military organization that had been built to wage war against that very enemy. The idea that such a Ranger would be none other than Colonel Rarr himself, the Antarian Rangers' personal envoy to the Silver Jedi Council and one of the most decorated officers in the organization to date, that taste could be described as more than sour.

If command that thought that ordering Beltran to stay would have helped, they probably would have done just that. But Beltran wasn't known for obeying the orders of others and he was a very popular commander among the Rangers. If Beltran decided to split from the group, it was doubtless that many of the Rangers' best soldiers would join him.

So it was that command had begrudgingly authorized Beltran to take a single ship into the battle. A Chariot-Class Transport Frigate, lightly armed and armored-designed only to transport troops into orbit of a planet.

No more, he was told, could be spared.

Beltran had known it was a lie even as the words left the General's lips. Unbeknownst to command, Beltran was secretly the head of one of the Silver Jedi Concord's largest arms and ship manufacturers - Obsidian Star Technologies and Aerospace. As a result, Beltran was privy to much of the Silver fleet's movements.

But he hadn't argued. There was no point, unless he truly was willing to walk away from the Concord. Instead he took what he could get and set about getting his troopers ready to fight.

His mission would be the same it had been on Nar Kreeta. Infiltrate the Bryn'adul super-construct and deploy a series of thermonuclear devices to destroy it.

On Nar Kreeta, he'd had Paladin Company, Hades Platoon and the entirety of the Rangers 3rd Infantry regiment. He'd also had Master Caltin Vanagor and Master Thurion Heavenshield and the warriors of Midvinter at his side.

It had been a bloody victory, but a decisive one.

Today, Beltran had only Paladin Company and Hades Platoon. Two hundred men where before he'd commanded thousands. But if ever Beltran could hand pick two hundred men to follow him into the jaws of death, he would have picked these two hundred men. Each man was a killer through and through. If anyone could deliver the Colonel safely into the depths of the Bryn'adul construct...it would be these men.

 

[Gal'Zhoren]

Objective 2: Beasts in the trap
Tag: Viermen Steve the Ultranaught
Equipment:
Barad cloaking Device, Barad Impact Grenade x6, Ravager Marksmen Rifle, Barad Glaive, Barad Kurigasami X5, Barad Kukri X4, Barad Special Operations Armour.
Barad advanced blaster X4


Had his enemies wished to take him unawares, they were doing a mightily poor effort of concealing themselves.

'Not hiding. They want me to see them' Gal'Zhoren thought with a sudden dawning clarity.
'The fools'.

Down on the valley's ground levels, the unknown foreigner appeared to almost lumber into view. The thing proceeded along the narrow passages with an almost conscious deliberation. It's six mechanical legs providing a steady, rhythmic thud and echo across the expanse.

'Droids? They send droids to claim us!' The outrage was raw and new but... no.

The invader was no droid.

Gal'Zhoren caught a glimpse of the man- things sections of Pale flesh sagging off the perhaps once pristine metal work. He likened the man-thing to a walking trophy of the kind most Bryn'adûl would bite at for central decoration piece. The foreigner appeared to defy the vary allure of death with its very existence.

Despite everything, Gal'Zhoren found he could at least respect it for that. But, respected or not. It'd have to die.

There was a sudden voice that broke the dread silence as one of the irrelevant soldiers started pointing in certain directions. Gal'Zhoren couldn't quite make out what was being said but the gestures, he concluded, did not look favourable.

He quickly decided to remove himself from the ledge he had stood by and began his silent dash back to the group.

They had a fight to prepare for.

 

[Kyyrk]

Kyyrk knelt in a secluded spot in the hills near the superstructure. Macrobinoculars raised, he watched from his perch in the rocks and shrubbery. His mission today was that of a scout. Rumors were that the Bryn'adul were not long for this galaxy. Ever since the disappearance of their greatest warchief, the progenitor of their species and culture, they had been weakened. If one knew the right channels to watch, they even began recruiting non-Bryn to their ranks.

Such a far cry from the beasts that Kyyrk had encountered on Eshan.

He withdrew a small drone from his cloak, and tossed it into the air. The superstructure was Kyyrk's primary interest, though he intended to gather data on the Bryn'adul as a whole. With the Maw closing in from the west, and the Brynadul from the east, the good folk of the galaxy were caught square in the middle. And Confederate high command wanted to know if there was any viable threat to Confederate territory.

Rhand had weakened the Confederacy considerably, mostly due in part to the traitorous Laertia Io . Though she'd managed to escape the clutches of the Confederacy unscathed, that didn't mean she wasn't a threat any longer. With every passing day, Kyyrk found himself wishing he'd just followed orders. But, the system had spoken. And he now had to abide by their rulings.

He almost wished that she'd do something else. Something that would give him an excuse to finish the job.

But he couldn't think like that any more. A Sith he was no longer. If he was going to be an avatar of the Light, he needed to act like it. And that meant no wishing for vengeance. He sighed quietly, lifting his Macrobinoculars back to his face, sweeping the area below. He could sense her nearby. Though where exactly she was, he could not tell. He supposed his mission was two-fold. Asses the Brynadul, and keep an eye on Laertia. Oh, and don't get caught. On a good day, he could easily go toe to toe with an entire squad of these monsters. Now? He'd be lucky to kill one...

Open to interactions...

 

[Gordrak]

Objective: Boarding Party

Allies: Osam , Bryn'adul

Enemies: Eternal Empire

Loadout:

Spoiler

Armor / Axe / Shielding / Ravager / Lancer / Mangler / Crippler / Shredder / Burner / Beam Rifle / Fort. Mutagen

How had it come to this? How could such a serious lapse in judgement occur? Gordrak snarled as he acquired the last of his gear from the armory. The council had put itself in grave danger and rather than get to safety, they opted to bet everything on a chance. He slammed his armored fist into the wall, denting it. The Titan was gone and no one was going to find him. A door nearby slid open as several Ultras entered the armory wordlessly. Gordrak turned and looked upon them, his mind recalling the deeds and honors associated with these warriors. Adorning their armor in some capacity or another were the trophies taken from only the most worthy of kills. He had personally been there during the claiming of several of those trophies. It was a shame that these warriors were likely going to die. An act of unforgivable incompetence born of hope.


Hope. Oh how he hated that feeling.


"Those vermin have dared to board us. Our duty is to drive them back and prevent them from reaching the council chambers. Seeing as they may try to spread out and sabotage critical systems, prepare to be re-tasked at a moments notice." Gordrak watched as his Ultras slammed their hands upon their chests in confirmation. "Those rats think they understand strength. They believe that they themselves are strong. Let us show them the error in that. Let us show them true strength."


The Ultras slammed their fists against their chests again and howled. They left the armory as Gordrak followed slowly behind. The words he had spoken were words he once believed. He kept that front for his Ultras and the other Bryn'adul. The truth however, was that Gordrak no longer believed in those words. Failure after failure, death after death, and now this. It was Gordraks' belief that the Titan had abandoned his children after sensing their weakness. Perhaps those very thoughts were proof of what he feared to be true. Shaking his head, Gordrak banished those thoughts from his mind. Doubt or not, he would fight the enemy with everything he had. To that end, Gordrak drew his axe and hefted it upward. He rested the massive weapon on right shoulder as his left hand drew and wielded his mangler submachine gun. His height and prodigious strength allowed him to wield both of these weapons in tandem. Going forward, Gordrak resolved to hold nothing back against his enemies.


Walking toward the sound of blaster fire, Gordrak began to accelerate. Considering the size of his body and the heaviness of his armor, he could be compared to a siege engine or tank. Tanking the shots fired upon his person by a trio of saboteurs, Gordrak charged past several Bryn warriors and lunged at his prey. Two of the saboteurs leapt to the left and right while the third attempted to jump backward. Gordrak jumped forward and brought the massive axe down upon that third fool. As the other two stood and turned toward Gordrak, they found themselves showered with blood. The strike had nearly turned their friend into a red-mist. What little was left of the human clung to axe that had essentially obliterated him. Not one to waste an opening, Gordrak let go of the colossal weapon and swung to the left with the smg. The bladed underside of the smg tore the mans stomach open, disemboweling him as he stood dumbstruck. The final remaining member of the trio began to unload on Gordrak point blank but his weapon was insufficient for the task. Gordrak turned as the human took a step back only to back into a wall. Before he could do much else, Gordrak thrust the smg into the mans chest, impaling him. He lifted the weapon and the man into the air before firing the weapon. The man came apart after a moment or two of sustained fire. Gordrak grabbed for his axe and wrenched it free from the floor before resting it back on his shoulder.


Before he could bother to direct the nearby warriors, an explosion and further blaster fire drew his attention. His grip on the axe tightened as he set off to find the source of the detonation.

 

[Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi]

“Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.”

Lightsaber / Winter Ring of the Snow Moon

Location: Boarding the Flag Ship
Objective: Sabotage and Destroy
Allies: Ingrid L'lerim
Enemies: The Bryn'adul

​

I charged down the corridor activating my lightsaber in the process, slipping into the Soresu form, then began batting aside blaster shots from the duo of enemies at the end of the corridor; where a lone single door was being guarded by the pair. When I drew within striking distance, yet unable to attack directly with my own weapon for I was still under pressure from the numerous volley of shots, I twirled my free hand as I called upon the Force, releasing Force Blind; a powerful, blinding flash of light side energy. The brightness of the energy caught the enemy off guard, hampering their vision long enough for me to slash my blade from one side to the other, cutting them down where they stood.

The door was locked, only accessible via a security key card. I looked down at the two corpses saying, "Ok boys, cough it up." At the conclusion of rummaging through the dead, I scored the key card, inserted it, and took a step back as the doors parted....

I've seen many things in my young life. Some, I feel, try to haunt me even at this moment. I've seen good men turn evil, evil men do unspeakable acts. I've seen monsters, four-legged and two-legged alike, unleash destruction on a scale that would break the psyche of the most strong willed individual. I've had the misfortune to witness the death of children, children and women sold into slavery whose eventual masters make my blood curdle, and be powerless to stop them. I've buried friends, teachers, masters, and one lover; all playing their part in shaping my view of self imposed isolation. But when I stepped through those parted doors....

It took several seconds for my brain to catch up to the images my eyes were sending it. Powering down my lightsaber, I slowly began to walk through what I could only describe as a cemetery, or mass grave, on a scale that robbed me of my breath. The limbs, disemboweled bodies, and the lake of blood that blanketed the floor left me speechless. I didn't want to look at the view anymore than I wanted to examine the carcasses. I couldn't believe the Bryn'adul would commit xenocide, or genocide, or even democide on it's own people; but then I saw partial evidence of human flesh. The more I began to look around the room, I saw blaster scorch marks decorating the walls, weapons of various types in the blood, and different uniforms in tatters. This wasn't a mass grave or some holocaustic act, but a mad induced frenzy of a battle between two opposing forces; where there were no survivors. I could almost sense the dead watching me from beyond. I needed to leave straightaway, the scene was starting to infect my inner light.

 

[Laertia Io]

Came to battle in: Alyosha-Series Star Destroyer (007)

Destroyer Starfighter Compliment (All): Nuetralizer TIE Model 1

Wearing: Imperial Chitin

Armed with: Momentary Discomfort

Vorpal Saber

SynthBreaker

Bulldog RLR

With: The Battalion

The Amalgam

Nuetralizer Model 1 (400)

Nuetralizer Model 2 (3000)

Advanced Model 1 (007)

Nuetralizer Model 3 (3000)

Objective: Destroy the Bryn'adul (All)


Could the day finally be here?

The day Xiphos had dreamed of since the horror at Nar Kreeta changed her life?

Had the day finally arrived when the Bryn'adul could finally die as they deserved?

Xiphos wanted their deaths even more than she wanted to destroy the GA, the SJC, and anyone else who had dared to sign on to the Bastion Accords. Their stubbornness over the Sith had cost so many lives. Not just to the Bryn'adul, but to the Maw as well.

And only when the Galaxy was sufficiently bloodied, only when it had been ravaged beyond belief by these two groups of psychopaths, only then would they try and sweep in and play savior. She hoped the Sith would gut them. Her spies told her of an incoming assault on Coruscant. In spite of her hatred of Darth Phyre, they both had the popcorn ready for when that fething city would burn. Provided they survived here, obviously.

Xiphos waited in the quarters of her lead vessel, an Alyosha Series Destroyer named after the brother of Val Drutin, in black and red armor. A gift from Sith of the fallen Empire she had defended to the bitter end.

If the Bryn'adul could be crushed here...it would free up room to work against the Maw.

Xiphos, before she put on her helmet stared at a photo of Alyosha Drutin, taken with her and Themis.

The weight of all she had lost, following her convictions hit like a sack of bricks.

The Panic Attack started. Everything went numb. She had killed everyone on Gihinnom to inflict a wound on the Maw. She hadn't wanted to kill all those slaves, or the thousands underneath. But The Maw couldn't be allowed to keep those slaves or that ship. Their operations had to be disrupted no matter how many hostages they hid behind. Xiphos had long since learned to play for keeps.

Why couldn't the whole Galaxy see the need to fight as savagely as the enemy did? Xiphos had tried to help slaves once before, at Oyokai. The Maw had started killing them rather than let the possibility they could be rescued. If it had been the Hutts, she wouldn't have been quite so willing to destroy that place: The Hutts were sane. Even at their worst they didn't hold a candle to the Maw. So anything that allowed the Maw to operate, just like anything that allowed the Bryn'adul to operate, had to be destroyed regardless.

Xiphos dropped to the floor, having trouble breathing. She still felt the deaths at Gihinnom.

What was she supposed to do, let the world ship escape? Let the Maw continue using that place to subject slaves to hideous brainwashing and torment and being slaughtered in rituals? Let the Maw claim total victory at Rhand?

Everybody wanted to look like the Hero, but no one wanted to get their hands dirty to actually strike a blow. She would never allow the Maw to hide behind hostages: they would kill them eventually anyway even if she did back down.

It said much of Xiphos's view on this current fight that she was already looking over the Horizon to wars with the Maw. A new opponent...

Xiphos didn't care anymore if the rest of the Galaxy lacked the resolve to end a fight decisively. She would have the resolve.

Xiphos thought back to that moment she had given the order to fire. Over and Over. That ship would have escaped. It was minutes from escaping.

She felt numb and cold everywhere as she struggled to breathe, unable to rise from the floor.

Those slaves had been doomed. Trying to capture it clearly never would have worked...the Maw fleet would have shown up and ruined that.

Xiphos crawled to a nearby counter in the small kitchen of her quarters, pulling her helmet off.

She grabbed a butcher knife, more out of reflex than to actually do anything. She always felt safer with a knife in her hand.

Thank the gods she had given the briefing earlier. The Siren Corps was ready for battle. The first of many Citizen-Soldiers. Thank the Gods they couldn't see her like this.

She heard a soft familiar chuckle in her room...and was instantly on edge...

Darth Phyre, wearing the catsuit of The Amalgam, once a beloved master to Laertia in the form of Ursula Sandraven, decloaked. She had controlled The Amalgam in secret for years from within her body. Now she was out in the open. And she bore the face of Syd Celsius, master of the hated Starlin Rand . Or rather, Syd bore the face of Darth Phyre, the woman who had murdered and dismembered her parents.

Xiphos had vowed to kill Rand in front of Syd.

The red headed, exotic-faced beast took a seat on the floor next to Xiphos, who brandished the knife, even as she hyperventilated.

"Oh, put that away, Julia, you're embarrassing yourself..." Phyre mocked.

"Still wrestling with Gihinnom. I can feel it in you...the turmoil..." Phyre hissed passionately. "It's easy to let go of the guilt. All you have to do is be like me. You'll be happy. Truly happy. The pain of the guilt will stop. And I do so want you to be happy."

Xiphos said nothing as she stared into Phyre's moldy yellow eyes.

"So full of fear and self loathing. Such turmoil." Phyre remarked. "I have good news! My Cult is currently in the process of tracking down Dyans Keto , the schutta who ratted on you at Rhand. She'll be tortured around the clock for a month straight, then her soul will be eaten and repurposed to serve us when we find her. Isn't that lovely? Doesn't it perk you up even a little?"

Xiphos continued to hyperventilate as she pulled herself up, Phyre rising with her.

"Do you truly hate me for killing your family?" Phyre asked idly, switching topics at the drop of a hat.

Xiphos turned to her. She had had enough.

"Oh..." she said in a faint whisper, her vocal chords permanently damaged. "I'm way past hating you..."

"You're finally talking to me! Progress!" Phyre chuckled.

"I...simply...find you...pathetic..." Xiphos struggled out through heaves of air from battling her Panic Attack.

"Going to all this trouble...just on my account...I'm sure there were dozens of qualified people to carry on your legacy." Xiphos hissed out scathingly. "But all this focus on me... what's it ever gotten you? Nothing. It's gotten you nothing." she seethed. "Amy, as bad as she was, she made me. Earned me. You are just a vulture, swooping in on her hard work--"

Phyre's hand was tight around Xiphos's throat.

"The Amalgam would have been nothing had I not paved the way. You would be nothing. Less than nothing..." Phyre snarled. "You think you're so much better, even now, even after Gihinnom. Killing all those people has taught you nothing. It wasn't Amy who helped you through the Civil War. It was ME! I gave you help when no one else would! YOU DO NOT CALL ME A VULTURE!"

"Vulture." Xiphos snapped, words a strangled hiss as Phyre's grip tightening around her throat. "You never explained why. What do you get out of it at the end? Me? That will never happen."

"Why you?" Phyre asked. "Because I chose you. I saw your greatness, and knew it had to be cultivated for the glory of the Bogan. The Unholy Spirit showed it to me. Showed me you. And dear Uri. Amy thought Uri the more important but I've started to have doubts. I can offer you a far greater purpose, a greater destiny then your various crusades could. Just give up on this notion of 'saving' people. This Galaxy is run by Cowards who don't want your help. They want their silly little idealisms of a thousand different varieties to triumph, even if they make things worse as a whole. What use is winning a war to them? They're more concerned about winning their various popularity contests. Heaven forbid they should do something to their enemies that makes them look bad at the same time. Heaven forbid they should lose the popularity contest." Phyre sneered hatefully, drawing closer to Xiphos.

"It doesn't ultimately matter how many die in their wars as long as they are considered righteous even in their destruction. And their adoring public is so brainwashed to hate their enemies that even when their enemy is right, even when their enemy has a point about how incompetent their leaders are, how corrupt their own system might be, even if they can produce hard evidence of it, both it and they will be dismissed by "the good guys" just to avoid facing the truth, just to avoid giving those they hate a perceived win. They aren't worthy of anything but death or conquest." Phyre said.

"Aren't you trying to win a popularity contest with me?" Xiphos whispered as Phyre got closer to her.

"I've already won it. You're still working with me, aren't you?" Phyre taunted, smiling. "Even you know who your real friends are now. Would I have given you Elaine to play with if I didn't want to be friends? Can't you just look past the whole dismembering your parents thing? You want to kill Syd even though I'm a far better representation of what slew your family. Admit it: if you didn't know I had taken the life of your mother and father...would you even bother with this big show of hostility? Would you even actively dislike me?"

"You murdered my master, and pretended to be her to try and seduce me..." Xiphos whispered flatly. "Killing Amy would have been a mercy. A final act of love and respect to free a woman I loved from her eternal torment as an abomination. Killing you will be pleasure."

"Good! A relationship isn't fun without attempted homicide!" Phyre teased, releasing her chokehold.

"If you care for the Battalion so much, does that mean you'll kill her also? As a mercy?" Phyre asked.

At this question, even Xiphos, who had FINALLY stopped hyperventilating, had no answer except for one.

Xiphos composed herself.

"You think I don't have your number, do you? You think you're completely in control. You're not. I won't let you be. See, I know how to feth with you. Badly. I have been watching you..." Xiphos whispered, clutching an intrigued Phyre's face.

"Holding me tenderly is an admittedly interesting approach. Go on, Julia! Throw caution to the wind!" Phyre encouraged eagerly, her Thirst Rating increased to Over 9000.

Xiphos gave Phyre the mother of all slasher smiles, and let out a cackle that would have given Mark Hamil's Joker a run for his money.

Xiphos leaned into Phyre's ear and whispered the most damaging thing she possibly could have.

"Amy..." Xiphos hissed. "If there is even a shred of you left, what I do next isn't for Phyre, but for you..."

Xiphos let her lips hover inches from Phyre's. The red headed abomination became like putty in Xiphos's arms, eagerly awaiting the kiss...

"Amy..." Xiphos whispered. "Kiss me. Please."

...and then the pain started.

Phyre pulled back, cried out, touching her head as her flesh distorted and constantly wriggling like rats.

"I...I...what...what have you done?" Phyre demanded.

Xiphos's only response was to give another slasher smile.

Phyre's flesh warped and distorted violently and constantly now. Involuntary, metallic, pig like squeals erupted from the Force Spawn's throat...

...until her flesh and mind were subsumed by that of another, her body's original owner, the last shreds of her mind too proud to let Phyre get affection from Laertia, especially when Laertia asked for her attentions...

The form and mind of The Amalgam seized control over a shocked and angry Phyre, warping her body back to the Amalgam's raven headed, near impossibly beautiful appearance, the false persona just too powerful in this instant not to be true to itself, and Phyre being forced to play along, shocked at the utter strength of her own work as she was sealed up.

The Amalgam fixed a dead purple stare, full of hunger at Xiphos, and her changeling abilities allowed her to mimic the snarl of a lion as she tackled Xiphos to the floor, passionately kissing her.

"How dare..." The Amalgam snarled, chewing on Xiphos's earlobe between furious, animalistic kisses.

"You wait until now to ask, Dear Laertia..."

The Amalgam staggered up and away from Laertia, flesh and mind warping back to that of Darth Phyre, flesh still shuddering.

"Roleplaying is a hell of a thing, isn't it, Phyre? Xiphos asked, still on the floor. "Especially when someone like you roleplays so well they actually have trouble escaping character."

"Clever...girl..." Phyre snarled, having trouble fighting off the Amalgam's hungry, jealous persona. "But it's still me you kissed."

"Not if the Amy persona wins..." Xiphos countered, hissing the response out, standing up, getting close to the elastic skinned abomination.

"Amy..." she whispered again. "Kiss me."

Phyre found it all but impossible to hold back the shreds of The Amalgam, which instantly warped Phyre's mind and body back to her own. She seized Xiphos with deadly strength, and Xiphos returned the kiss, having finally come to terms with how she had felt about the Amalgam, deep down, just as the levels of WTAF went off the charts.

"I'm going to make Calendar Girl play on loop..." The Amalgam hissed passionately, planting dozens of kisses everywhere on Xiphos's face

Xiphos kissed The Amalgam back fiercely, planting a long one on her lips, even as she felt Phyre trying to re-emerge from The Amalgam.

"You're not yourself..." Xiphos whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" The Amalgam asked, kissing her again.

"Because I found out I screwed your cult's former boss, an evil copy of whom has long since taken you over, and I screamed my vocal chords into permanent damage."

The Amalgam raised a brow at the realization she was just a False Persona like so many faces she herself had used.

"Oh..." The Amalgam said. "You've had an interesting past few months..."

The pair kissed passionately again.

"This must be so confusing, knowing I'm actually Phyre..." The Amalgam noted amusedly, sliding Xiphos's hand around her waist.

"You have no fething idea how much..." Xiphos replied. "I just knew your pride, if it still remained, couldn't allow Phyre the pleasure of a first kiss in your body..."

"An excellent deduction... let's get this armor off you, and we'll flip for who gets to be Ryan Reynolds on International Women's Day--" the Amalgam said, starting to pull at the plating of Xiphos's carapace...

"Can't." Xiphos said, pulling away.

"We can't both be Morena Baccarin in this scenario..." The Amalgam hissed, eyes filled with dreadful hunger.

"We have Bryn'adul to kill, I murdered thousands at Rhand to destroy the world ship, and as long as Phyre is in control of you ultimately, you're a danger..." Xiphos explained.

The Amalgam grinned.

"You murdered all those slaves?! I'm so proud of you!" The Amalgam gushed before her flesh on her face shuddered violently back and forth between hers and Phyre's, along with the hair color.

"One...day...you will...not...care...about...the face...so long...as I...am in your arms..." The Abomination that was Darth Phyre hissed through a constantly melting and reforming face, outraged yet impressed that her beloved had deduced such a severe weakness in her. She finally forced herself to resume full control, horrified at how strong the shreds of the Amalgam in her body had gotten. She was trying to bring it back under control, but it just wouldn't happen.

"I've already had you in my arms. I have no wish to repeat the experience..." Xiphos whispered coldly. "I pity you, Phyre. How awful it must be, only able to feel anything even resembling humanity when I'm present. How awful your grudge against life must be."

"And I...pity...you...deeply...for still trying to be...a hero..." Phyre snarled, regaining total control momentarily.

Xiphos did nothing but give another slasher smile as Phyre lifted her up by the neck.

"I underestimated you...amazing..." Phyre snarled. "It won't succeed. I will triumph over your Master, as I did before."

"You're welcome to try..." Xiphos sneered back in a hiss. "Have fun."

Phyre pulled her close, fingers gliding over Xiphos's face.

"Oh...why can't you be this interesting all the time?" Phyre asked herself, releasing her grip, involuntarily turning back into The Amalgam, who passionately kissed her again with primal snarl.

"You sure the Lobsters can't wait?" The Amalgam asked.

"No..." Xiphos replied. "They can't..."

The Amalgam staggered away, involuntarily morphing back into Phyre.

Knowing to stay would make it easier for The Amalgam persona to stay in control longer and longer, Phyre opted to leave, at last, staggering out, flesh still shuddering as she was now constantly fighting for control. A Model 1 passed by her on the way to Xiphos's quarters and was amused by her half melted state.

"Did someone try the cafeteria pudding?" He trolled as she stumbled by him. This earned him a casual raise of the middle finger from the Sithspawn as she struggled for the body, walking off, her flesh bulging and writhing like rats in a sack.

"Mother!" The Model 1 known as Roger called to Xiphos jovially as he entered her room.

"Yes, Roger?" Xiphos asked.

"We're ready to deploy! What happened to Queen Schutta? Saw her looking like a half melted Ice Cream Scoop."

"I did some super-spy chit..." Xiphos answered, putting her helmet back on. "Let's go..."

Present...

1000 Model 3's, 500 Model 2's, 200 Sirens and one hundred Model 1's arrived at Danuta, their drop ships punching into the super constructs defenses as they landed in various breaches of the construct punched in by Jackals that had arrived on the ground beforehand.

They would soon start to link up with the squads @Esmerelda was part of, The Model 3's armed with DC-15LE Rifles, modified to fire explosive bolts, The Model 2's carrying bulky EMRG-50 Rail Cannons, and the Model 1's armed with Model 1 Disruptors.

"Today, brothers, we move to cripple the Bryn'adul's ability to make war, so that we might annihilate their species from history!" the Model 1 known as Gerard, who had fought at Sev Tok proclaimed to his brothers as they disembarked, rushing into the breaches and immediately organizing. The Model 3 units, newest of Laertia's sons, wore either war paints or Tengu Masks, something that would have been illogical for a normal Droid, but not illogical to a warrior, immediately started opening fire on Bryn'adul, trios concentrating fire on the biggest ones to harass them and open up opportunities for the Model 2's to fire their deadly Rail Cannons.

"HEEEEEERRRE, BRYNNY BRYNNY BRYNNY!" the Model 2 known as Jakob shouted, blasting a Juggernaut open.

"OHHH GIVE ME A HOME, WHERE-THE-LOBSTER CAN'T-ROAM, AND-THE-SHRIMP-COMES-WITH-BUTTER ALLLLL DAAAAAAYYYYY. WHERE-SITH-KEEP-THEIR-WOOOOORRRRD, AND-FLIP-JEDI-THE-BIRRRRDD, AND-ONE-CAN-KILL-ALL-FOOLS-INNNNN THEIR WAAAAAAYY..." The Nuetralizers sang as they began to slaughter their foes, encouraging the sirens present to sing also, as The robots had long ago discovered that murderous Soldier Droids being able to carry a tune was highly disturbing to those used to fighting mere tin cans with blasters.

"Darling, I've gotta get you to the church on time!" one of the Model 1's taunted as it hacked a Juggernaut to death with a vibromachete.

Two Advanced Model 1's had been spared for the operation. Their job was to stealthily explore the Super-Construct for ways to lower it's defenses, eviscerate sensitive components, and Stealth Kill targets of opportunity. No sooner had these rare but dreaded Assassin Droids disembarked then they immediately turned into mercury puddles of deadly Nanites that slithered into crevices no infantry could hope to follow through, the Nanites breaking down material or eviscerating as necessary as they looked for vital areas to target...

It wasn't long before the Black Knight herself arrived on the ground in her Micro-Warship, the infamously lethal Shadow Bride .

She stepped off the ship, an honor guard of Model 3's awaiting her. Above, Nuetralizer TIE's, frighteningly intelligent Droid Starfighters, engaged in vicious hit and run tactics on outer defenses of the Super-Construct.

"Greetings my beautiful children..." Xiphos said softly to her sons.

"Mother, our forces have engaged the Lobsters..." Timmy the Model 3 said.

"How do the Sirens perform so far?"

"Bred for war, through and through..." Timmy answered. "Our brothers trained them well. They fight savagely!"

"Excellent." Xiphos said, beginning a walk to a large breach in the Super Construct.

"So where's your squeeze, Mom?" Timmy asked. "You usually bring The Battalion these days."

"Timmy, I had a fethed up morning. Mommy did something that was incredibly crazy and stupid. But in answer to your question, The Battalion is off to slaughter their council."

"What about Queen Schutta?"

"She's prepping for a surprise in the swamps..." Xiphos answered, clearing the breach, and blowing the head off an enraged Juggernaut who charged them.

"He exploded nicely." Timmy commented.

"Yes, Son, yes he did."

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Timmy." Xiphos said with complete honesty. Xiphos genuinely loved all her children.

Xiphos turned to the squad she led.

"My sons!" She exclaimed. "Are you Organic?"

"WE ARE THE NUETRALIZERS! WE ARE THE STATE OF THE BADASS ART!" The Squad shouted, one of them casually blasting a few Vaydralin dead.

"Damn right! Let's go make us some Crab Rangoon!" Xiphos shouted.

"WE TAKE OURS WITH DUCK SAUCE!" The Squad shouted together in pure enthusiasm. "I MEAN, WE WOULD IF WE COULD, Y'KNOW, EAT."

"Of course you would, my children." Xiphos assured, charging into battle...

Meanwhile...

In the swamps, the forces sent out by Khaostra Devoid were silently watched by the Model 1 Commandoes, the Model 3's waiting even deeper.

The Model 1 known as Edgar watched them through the scope of his NT-242.

"Maw..." he hissed in electronic rage. The Nuetralizers hated the Maw by this point.

"What are these scumbags doing here?" Terrence the Model 1 who served as his spotter asked.

"Nothing good. Likely trying to aid the Bryn'adul..." Edgar whispered.

"Motherfether..." Terrence said. "Should we engage?"

"Wait a moment..." Edgar replied from behind his cover of swamp branches.

As the Maw troops started landing, and the war dogs started coming out, he triggered a booby trap that exploded a dog and one of the troopers.

Model 3's, hiding under the Water of the swamp, hoardes of them, once the Maw troops had ventured deeply in. These were armed with DC-12U Beam Rifles, which they exploited to full and deadly effect, firing the rifles from underwater, and killing over a dozen Maw in the first few seconds, Edgar began shooting the heads off the largest warriors, Model 2's rising from the water, firing their shoulder mounted Charrics. At the same time, deep in the swamp a badly rattled Darth Phyre set her terrible will upon the Swamp in a meditative ritual surrounded by a half dozen witches surrounding her in blood runes. Her terrible, rotting Dark Aura was amplified, trying to blind the sight of enemy Force Users...


Osam

Ingrid L'lerim

Kyyrk

 

[Osam]

Spoiler: Personal Equipment

Kraemonen Flesh Vessel
Barad Assault Carbine
Pulverizer
Zealot's Barad Kukri
Sun Quaker Toxin Grenade x2

The foe had deigned it necessary to assail the flagship of the Bryn'adul fleet from assorted landing points scattered throughout the vessel, but it seemed that many of their locations corresponded with areas near the rear of the four-thousand kilometer vessel. Could it be that there was a failure in the point-defense guns that should have operated in that area? Had the crews simply been irresponsible, or perhaps had they been infiltrated previously and executed before they could properly provide resistance?

It was impossible to know for certain - though it was not impossible for the Kraemonen worm-mind attached to the ship to know. Built into each of the larger warships, the Kraemonen allowed for something akin to the humanoid's artificial intelligences, allowing the strategic elements of the fleet to better understand the tactical situation and react accordingly without having to worry about as much misinformation and panic in the ranks. In times of emergency, the hiveminds of each ship could all but run them... though it was almost never the case that a full ship was placed into the care of a sole Kraemonen without any personnel input.

The Flesh Vessel began to commune with the hivemind of the warship, utilizing the telepathic connection granted by the mind-stones in order to facilitate an understanding of the situation by means of thoughts, phrases, and imagery. Within mere moments of communion, the hybrid could literally see pictures of the boarding parties as they maneuvered throughout the Ancient Architect, watching within his mind's eye as they performed their assorted acts of resistance and sabotage.

"The Spiderlings - are they awakened?" He questioned.

"Yes, the Shamans were successful in rousing them. They are lethargic for a few moments after their awakening, but they will set upon their prey shortly." The Flesh responded, whispering into Osam's mind with a flourish of its writhing legs.

"Focus on those three there. Send a Spiderling to each." He spoke, unconsciously outstretching a finger as he jabbed it at three mental pictures being shared between the hybrid and the worm, and indirectly picking out Tovald Kahmen’’a , Ghost "Frankie" Sterling , and Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi for special focus by the biological defense weapon. They had been designed in order to hunt down boarders, but they had seen relatively little use throughout the years of war fought between the forces of the Bryn'adul and the humanoid races. It turned out that few of the fledgling vermin had been willing to board Draelvasier warships to fight them hand-to-hand.

Until now.

"Our enemy draws closer. The Security Systems are detecting her rampage. The Ancient Architect is watching her as best it is able." The Kraemonen said, and the hybrid nodded in appreciation of the foresight. He leveled his carbine down the pathway, waiting for an indication that she had arrived.

And promptly found himself yanked completely off-balance and into the far wall by the ministrations of the Flesh. He was well-disciplined in shooting, and so hadn't kept his digit directly on the trigger, but it was a close miss to striking it even by accident as he slapped into the wall and punching a considerable hole into the wall. Reorienting himself, the hybrid became acutely aware of the presence of his foe at the far end of the hall, clutching onto a rifle of significant-looking capability, and a sizeable hole burned into the space where his head had been.

"There wasn't time to warn you." The Flesh apologized, leaving the hybrid to grunt. "I must focus on the fleet now. I can provide additional strength, but I cannot analyze both the fight here and the fight outside." It said, allowing the consequence of its tactical absence make its way into Osam's head. It would be far harder to fight without its capable and watchful eyes... but Osam was a killer at heart, and a veteran of countless battles. He would survive. He had always survived.

The last time they'd fought, Osam had kept his distance, and the witch had used that to drag him off of his own feet. This time, he needed to react explosively and with extreme aggression, or else her concentration would solidify. Spurring forward now that he had regained his balance, the Warlord squeezed off a pair of rounds down-range at his target, all the while drawing closer with a rapid charge that looked like he might simply attempt to ram into her.

---

Spoiler: Fleet Status

(19,134 Meters)

Name - Type - Status
Great Maw - Conquester - Shields Deactivated | Moderate Damage
Chieftain's Heir - Conquester - Shields Deactivated | Moderate Damage
Barbaric Despoiler - Butcherer - Undamaged
Quareller - Butcherer - Undamaged
Sraeljoarsk - Phedrak Carrier - Undamaged - 8/8 Squads of Fighters | 4/4 Squads of Bombers | 3 Squads of Interceptors | 3 Squads of Striker Shards
Terror - Thruka Ravager - Undamaged
Brawler - Thruka Ravager - Undamaged
Thunder - Thruka Ravager - Destroyed
Wail - Thruka Ravager - Undamaged
Kraemonen Support Craft (x6) - Undamaged

War in the stars was far less rapid than battles taking place between individuals, and yet it was far more destructive in the process of its execution. Even while the Warlord was pre-occupied with repelling boarders and dealing with his assailant, several vessels had begun to move throughout the area, each one focused on following through with its own agenda, each one capable of striking from a certain range with a certain number of guns, and each one simultaneously capable of weathering or evading the offensive effects of its opponents.

It was a significant amount of information to remember... and while the worm-mind in command of the Flesh Vessel had always been capable, it had not been designed to lead fleets into battle. The closest it had been requested to do in the past was organize and field military units on the ground. Nevertheless, it was a sapient creation in spite of its physiological limitations, and though it could only approximate the rough ability of each ship under its command, it was still going to do its utmost to rescue them from the trap that the Eternal Empire had sprung.

( Aximand Sicarus )The Conquesters had managed to score some damaging blows against their foes. The ballistae utilized by those massive ships - all two-thousand railguns worth - had been designed to pierce through shields and cut straight into hull. It was little doubt that they would be successful in applying pressure on the foe, though the closer the enemy came, the more of the ballistae could be effectively used against them. The two Demeton cruisers which had stricken simultaneously retaliated in kind, their own terrifying railguns dealing significant damage. The Quilxyn shielding of the Conquesters began to flicker and strain against the railguns until finally they snapped completely off, the final set of railgun shots digging through hull and crushing metal and meat together in a gruesome display.

Ungulloi Artificers and more automated methods of damage control began to go into full effect, the Crusaders continuing to fire their combined four-thousand ballistae cannons; whichever ones they could manage to point at any of the Demetons, as these crews went about the process of repairing the damage. Meanwhile, the Kraemonen Support Craft which had been placed behind each of the Conquesters began to intensify their shielding support, providing the Conquesters with some light forward shielding at the expense of any protection of their own. Sitting behind the Conquesters, however, the Kraemonen were effectively concealed from enemy fire by anything that couldn't get impressively close such as a starfighter.

Subsequent fire from other vessels throughout the Empire fleet, however, were sufficient to breach even this light shielding, and gradually the Conquesters were forced to pull increasingly backward in order to avoid catastrophic damage. The Butcherers are their sides moved forward, offering some degree of physical shielding by means of their presence, their own Servitor Sentinel Batteries beginning to unfurl and glow with the threat of their fire before unleashing their truly abominable yield toward the Retribution in an attempt at forcing the enemy fleet to wave off for a few moments of peace.

Isla Draellix-Kobitana | One of the Ravagers spontaneously detonated in a flurry of superhot metal as a shot from one of the intense Meteor Cannons of the Ashlan Fleet struck home against the frigate. The Worm-Mind directed its attention to these threatening maneuvers, watching as the second Ravager slipped around in evasive maneuvers, managing to stay just ahead of each of its opponents' Cannons. It seemed that the weapons had been designed for fighting against far larger ships than the meager frigates.

"Ravagers. move as swiftly as you're able toward the Avenging Saint. Ramming speed. Tear through its hull. Deliver broadsides to anything you cross on the way." The Frigates responded in kind, beginning their valiant charge. It seemed very likely that they would fail to survive their assault... but the crews who signed on for such warships as the Ravagers knew from the beginning that their odds were perhaps stacked in the opposite direction of survival.

The encroaching swarm of interceptors and bomber-craft coming from the Ashlan Lines were something of particular note to the worm-mind. A swift commandment to Sraeljoarsk found that veteran vessel with its experienced crew and captain releasing their own swarms of fighter-craft, interceptors, and even a few Thumpers, though those held back just above their carrier. The Phedrak fighters and the highly capable interceptors dispatched by the Phedrak Carrier launched with intense speed toward the middle-point between the two fleets, aiming to catch the enemy in no-man's-land and to hold them there until anti-fighter ships could be dispatched to deal with whatever stragglers remained.

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

• Conquesters took significant and terrible damage as a result of the firepower of the enemy Eternal Empire fleet. They continued pouring fire onto their targeted Demeton foes using their two-thousand ballistae each.
• The Conquesters begin damage control as best as possible, and gradually pull back away from the immediate front, being supported by their mutual Kraemonen Craft to the best of its meager ability, though this leaves those Craft defenseless against anything which slips behind the Conquesters.
• The Butcherers push forward to provide physical protection to the ailing Conquesters, and both subsequently fire on the Retribution with their Battlecruiser-killing Sentinel Servitors.
• A Ravager is destroyed by an Ashlan Meteor Cannon. All remaining Ravagers are dispatched at full-speed toward the Avenging Saint with the aim of ramming into it, and broadsiding anything that they pass along the way.
• Sraeljoarsk releases its hangar bays, launching several squadrons of Phedrak Fighters and Interceptor craft toward the Ashlan fighter-swarm in the hopes of catching them in no-mans-land. The Thumper bomber craft are also released but simply hang above Sraeljoarsk for now.

 

[Khaostra Devoid]

Post: 2
Objective: Karmageddon
Equipment: Red Midnight Duster | Red Sith Armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | CrushGaunts | x2 White lightsabers | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | Variety of Explosives | RSKF-44 heavy blaster | X-21 shock glove
Allies: Bryn'adûl | Gal'Zhoren
Enemies: Eternal Empire | Viermen | Ingrid L'lerim | Steve the Ultranaught | Iasha Rha | Laertia Io
Special Tags: Open

Spoiler: Troops & Transport

X20 Spider Cruisers
50 - Heathen War Shamans
25 - Sorcerers of Rhand
99 - Firefang Wardogs
200 - Mawite Kitiakira Warband
424 - Mawite Deathgang

​

As soon as the Dog and Soldier were taken out by a booby trap word was quickly sent up the lines drawing the search parties to a halt. Both projects hide and seek also Eternal Hunt came to a momentary stop. The hounds were called back to the beast master Braktus, and the squad the soldier was in slowly approached the remains of there comrades. As they approached, they took in what was left of the deployed trap. It took a few minutes, but they manage to safely remove the corpse of their comrade and take a few pieces of what was left of the trap.


Then one of there squad took off running towards the base camp the Khaos and a few other soldiers were setting up. It wasn’t much more then large tent with a table in and some lights. Also, a shield generator was being set up outside the Tent. As the runner approached it, Khaos was expecting him word had arrived quickly threw the lines that were quickly on hold awaiting Khaos’s orders. The runner set the pieces of the trap on the Table and then dismissed himself to go back to joining his squad.


A tall skinny human male dressed in black robes entered the tent his eyes were deep and sunken in with heavy dark circles around them. “Elder Fulton, this is what was brought back.” Khaos said as she stepped aside so Fulton could look at the pieces of the trap. He said nothing and just moved closer to the table. He closed his eyes and raised his hands above the broken pieces of the trap. He remained eerily silent and it creeped Khaos out, it shouldn’t have she had seen her mother Tegan Starfall do all kinds of disturbing chit. The only difference is her mother was seldom quiet and that was the part that caused Khaos’s hairs to stand on end.


The lines outside stood at the ready, ready and anxious to continue on in their respective hunts. Most of the Maw Horde was unruly ready for a fight and ready to slaughter. However, the troops Khaos had brought with her were some of the most well trained or at least more trained the base Maw army. This mission required some discipline, and these troops could handle that.


Fulton then turned to Khaos and solemnly spoke towards her. “The Dark has spoke to me and lead me to the truth. The Terrorist Laertia Io is here, her troops are hiding in the swamp.” Fulton was about to leave when one of his underlings came into the tent, they didn’t say anything just stared intently at Fulton. He nodded then the underling left. “When using the Dark to seek the location of this chieftain or what ever is being sought out here, my fellow Rhandites felt the presence of Magick and witches deeper in the swamp.” Khaos let out a heavy sigh. “Killing ninety precent of Rhand wasn’t enough blood lust for her?”


Fulton actually smiled for the first time at least the first time Khaos had ever seen him smile. His smile was crooked and full of jagged and broken teeth that were half rotted. Then he let out a little chuckle before he spoke. “The funny part is if she hadn’t blown up Gehinnom, the hyperdrive was rigged to explode. The Holy City had outlived its usefulness to the Maw and the slaves would have been the greatest sacrifice ever sent to the Maw’s avatars. All she did was speed up our plans on Rhand, she doesn’t understand and until she does she will continue to be a unwitting accomplice.” He smirked but it quickly washed away the moment he realized he was giddy about what happened on Rhand forgetting Khaos’s Mother had died on that Planet. “I’m Sorry I spoke out of turn my apologizes, I’m so sorry for your lose, your mother made a grand sacrifice.”


That brought a smirk to Khaos’s face that was hidden behind her helmet. “Why, she will be back she always comes back ain’t the first time she died, and it won’t be the last. I’m pretty sure the universe could implode, and my crazy arse mother will be in the void left behind cackling.” She watch Ful;ton’s face and he tried not to crack a smile but he couldn’t help it as he walked out of the tent before one of the shaman and Gerald walked in. “So, what’s the plan General?” Then it was quickly back to the plan and how to proceed forward with the new information.


“Let’s pull something out of my mothers’ playbook. Let’s create a storm they will never forget, through in some flare with it make it Magnetic Ion Storm. Laertia likes machines, that will surely screw them up at least their sensors. It may even flush out the eternals as it messes with here sensory equipment. As that happens, we can continue with hide and seek.” The shaman left to go prepare calling up the storm, but Gerald remained. “Always quick to cause Mayhem, I will have the men hold for a bit longer. Couldn’t help but over hearing there be witches of some kind out there in the swamp perhaps we send the cruisers to bomb them?”


Khaos shook her head. “No, when our mission is accomplished, we will steak and burn them like the heathens they are only those with Dathomiri blood have the right to call themselves true witches all the rest need to burn to set an example.” Gerald just nodded and then left the tent leaving Khaos by herself for the first moments in a while.

 

[Viermen]

Tags:

• Allies: Steve the Ultranaught Ingrid L'lerim | Eternal Empire​
• Enemies: Gal'Zhoren Khaostra Devoid | Bryn'adul​

Location: Gorge on Danuta's surface on the fringes of the engagement zone

As he stood and waited, Viermen felt the presence of malice and hatred leave. They were scouting, not attacking. But they will attack soon. He know they would. He could feel the drive to kill him and his soldiers through the force. Though he renounced it, the old sensations that he felt remained.

He then continued facing down the gorge, but spoke to his men in the empire's High Nelvaanian, though his Sith accent came through to those who understood the toungue of the Eternal Empire.
"The two men directly beside me will scout ahead along the sides of the gorge. There is a ridge, and you are to climb it in order to have vantage points from both angles. The cannon will not do here; no. Pack it up, or scuttle it. The rest of us will follow behind the scouts in this lower ridge. The beasts are waiting further within, and it is time to test them. I expect brutality when we engage them. It is time to see who is stronger."

The two men assigned as scouts did as they were ordered. They took out grappling hooks, and proceeded to climb to the higher ridges of the gorge above. When the made it up, Viermen waited a couple minutes before continueing on the path through the gorge. He could not wait for the battle to happen. The test of the Bryn'adul will commence soon. It was time for the weak to die, and the strong to be shown.

 

[Aximand Sicarus]

Spoiler: Fighter Status - Planetside

• I3-A Lancers Fighters
  • Deployed = 156/156
  • Destroyed = 0
• RX-4 Hornet Bombers
  • Deployed = 48/48
  • Destroyed = 0

Objective: Beasts in the Trap

Location: Brotherhood of the Maw Base Camp - Aerial

TAG: Khaostra Devoid Viermen

”<Ving Commanders, new mission priority! Transmitting coordinates to your displays now>” The accented voice of Lt. Dobrev rang across the comm frequency between the multitude of squadrons who had just broken through the atmosphere of Danuta. The shuttles continued on their course along with 3 squadrons of fighters to rendezvous with the ground forces deeper in the dense forestry, careful to bypass the prepared ambush positions and proceed on to the main assault on the construct. The remainder of the force, some 10 squadrons of I3-A Lancer fighters & 6 squadrons of bombers diverted to the location of the Maw cruisers who had just made landfall. The still, bated calm that had previously dominated the natural flora of the planet would be broken by an all too familiar sound cutting through the landscape. The Lancer fighters formed a cluster around the bombers, and soon spread out to allow for the bomber squadrons to line up for their attack run.

Several squadrons of fighters strafed the positions of what exposed Maw infantry remained near the ships with laser fire, and shot several volleys at the nearby base camp prior to the shield generator becoming fully operational, attempting to cut swaths through their makeshift camp before making way for the heavier ordnance of the bombers. They began dropping opening salvos of their payload upon the camp, then continued on to the first cluster of spider cruisers as they spread out, targeting as many of the Maw craft as possible before the enemy knew what was going on. After the bombers passed the base camp and soldiers on the first run, they continued onto the cruisers as indicated, leaving 3 squadrons of fighters to continue strafing the Maw soldiers as they undoubtedly scrambled for what cover they could find in the clearing. The remaining 7 squadrons focused on the cruisers to support the efforts of the bombers.

As the attack was underway, the wing commander’s voice chimed over a channel to the ground forces via a secure line: ”Wing commander to ground forces, Brotherhood of the Maw has been sighted on the planet. Our fighter group has engaged their main force and their transports, but be advised to expect renegade force users imminently.”

​

Spoiler: Fighter Status - Space

• I3-A Lancers Fighters
  
  • Deployed = 156/312
  • Destroyed = 0
• RX-4 Hornet Bombers
  
  • Deployed = 48/96
  • Destroyed = 0
• INT-1A Mk.I Haxor Interceptors
  
  • Deployed = 52/104
  • Destroyed = 8 (Destroyed aboard the Huntress

Spoiler: Eternal Empire Fleet Status

• (1) Callides-class Heavy Carrier

• ENS Retribution - Commodore Sicarus (Secondary Flagship - 4km)

• Shields 83.5% | Armor 100% | Power 92% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (15/15) I-3A Lance Squadrons (180 Fighters)
  • (8/8) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (64 Bombers)
  • (7/7) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (56 Interceptors)
  • (5/5) Shuttlecraft (20 Shuttles)
  • (5/5) Gunships

• (2) Adjudicator II-class Star Destroyers (3.4km)

• ENS Nova

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors)
  • (2/2) Shuttlecraft (8 Shuttles)
  • (2/2) Gunships

• ENS Errant

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors)
  • (2/2) Shuttlecraft (8 Shuttles)
  • (2/2) Gunships

• (4) Demeton-class Heavy Cruisers (4km)

• ENS Revenant

• Shields 70% | Armor 90% | Power 85% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Huntress Destroyed

• Shields 0% | Armor 0% | Power 0% | Subsystems 0%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters) (Already deployed to Danuta)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers) (Already deployed to Danuta)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors) (Destroyed)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles) (8 Bombers) (Already deployed to Danuta)

• ENS Oberon

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 95% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Balisov

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 95% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) INT-1A MK.I Haxor Interceptor Squadrons (8 Interceptors)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• (2) Eternal Empire Breaching Cruisers (1km)

• ENS Calidan

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Q’dara

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• (4) Ashkelon-class Escort Frigates (1.6km)

• ENS Crucible

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Magnate

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Palisade

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• ENS Shield of Salvation

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  
  • (2/2) I-3A Lance Squadrons (24 Fighters)
  • (1/1) RX-4 Hornet Bomber Squadrons (8 Bombers)
  • (1/1) Shuttlecraft (4 Shuttles)

• (5) Retribution-class Heavy Missile Corvettes (1km)

• ENS Manticore

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%

• ENS Vulture

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%

• ENS Malice

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%

• ENS Fangorn

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%

• ENS Rogal

• Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%

Objective: Shoot Them Down from the Sky

Location: Elements of the Reclamation Fleet, 20th Heavy Assault Line - Commodore Aximand Sicarus commanding

Equipment: Callides-class Heavy Carrier, Commodore Uniform, Nelvaanian Longsword (Sheathed), Sidearm (Reference character sheet)

TAG: Ingrid L'lerim Osam Isla Draellix-Kobitana


Aximand’s gaze was fixed on the sensor display before him as his communications officer relayed the new orders to the planetary fighter wing. The presence of the Maw was disturbing to say the least. They were nearly as much of an existential threat to the Empire as the Bryn’adul were, and while their purpose here was as of yet unknown, were a threat categorized as ‘shoot on sight’ as far as he was concerned.

Then came the arrival of a transport craft, it’s transponders indicating it was a... Silver Jedi craft? Even more curious, but not quite as alarming. The Empire’s stance with the Silver Jedi Concord was not as hostile as it was to the Maw, but it also couldn’t be described as friendly either. The Commodore turned to his extra-communications officer who sat next to Dobrev, and quickly ordered: ”Determine that troop lander’s purpose here, now!” No sooner had he uttered the words when a massive jolt vibrated through the ship, warning signs blaring which indicated a massive hit to their deflector shields. Within moments, multiple voices echoed through the bridge:

”Sir! The Huntress... has been destroyed. And we’ve taken considerable damage to our shields.” Aximand was tempted to retort with a rather... stern query as to how in the blazes that happened so fast. As if reading his mind, Commander Praxxis rushed up to the tactical station and peered at the console its officer occupied.

As expected, the fleet’s volley landed with extreme prejudice upon the Bryn’adul fleet, causing the Conquestors’ shields to deactivate, and take moderate damage to their hulls. The enemy’s response was swift and no less forgiving. At first, the Butcherers had garnered no special attention from the fleet, as it appeared they were merely screening the retreat of the Conquestors to help protect them from enemy fire. By the time the assault cruisers began flaring a bright color however, it was nearly too late to do anything save what occurred by happenstance.

The Huntress, herself taking significant damage from the continued assault of the Conquestors’ constant barrage, had begun a maneuver to try and angle their shields and armor in the hopes of naturally deflecting the incoming volleys by virtue of simple geometry. But in doing so, and also in part due to their greater speed than the Retribution, the ship had placed itself in a direct path between the Carrier and the massive attack from the pair of Butcherers. There was no time for the Commander of the vessel to either course correct, or even regret their seemingly unassuming maneuver, as nothing but debris remained from hundreds of hands aboard the ship...

Even with the ship’s providential location, which shielded the Retribution at the last moment from the attack, the carrier did not go completely unscathed from the attack. A glancing shot dispersal from the beam struck their deflector shields, which only maintained their strength due to the fact the Carrier housed two deflectors rather than simply one. Despite avoiding a far worse outcome, this threat could not be ignored. ”Launch the second wave of fighters, targeting the Butcherers as the primary target, with the Conquestors and their support craft (Kraemonen) as the secondary objective should the Butcherers no longer be a valid target. Now.”

Per the fleet’s normal order of battle, the second wave of fighters already stood ready within the hangar bays so as to launch as soon as the order was given. It took mere moments for the order to be relayed throughout the fleet, which resulted in another wave of nearly 250 craft bursting forth from the fleet’s hangar bays, comprising another 156 I3-A Lancers, 48 Bombers, and adding in the first wave of 52 Haxor Interceptors. The massive wave of fighter craft sped across the distance between the Eternal & Bryn’adul fleets as the Bryn’s squadrons sped the other direction to engage the Ashlan starfighters.

Not being a man to trust only one means of assault in the face of such a deadly threat, Aximand directed his attention to Lt. Dobrev again. ”All surviving Demeton Cruisers along with the Breaching Cruisers & Retribution Corvettes shall redirect their fire to the Quareller with their long range weaponry. The Retribution and Star Destroyers shall direct their fire to the other Butcherer.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. This engagement was becoming far more interesting. As he did so, Commander Praxxis spoke up to add: ”Keep the Demetons near the front of the line to screen for the rest of the fleet.”

Aximand glanced up at his executive officer and nodded his ascent. While it was a grim task to ask of the cruisers, he did not want to leave the larger craft open for another barrage should they fail to eliminate the Butcherers in time. Yet, judging from the effect the Eternal Fleet’s barrage had on the Conquestors, Aximand did not expect the Butcherers to fare nearly as well with the assault heading their way.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

• Planet-side fighter wing has broken into two groups - group one comprising shuttles and three squadrons are proceeding to landing zones to support the main attack on the construct.
• The remainder of the fighter/bomber wing have broken off and engaged the newly arrived Maw force, arriving shortly after their arrival and strafing their mass of troops and base camp, with the majority proceeding after the initial attack to focus on the landing craft.
• The Huntress got yeeted by the opening volley of the Butcherers as it attempted to maneuver away from the punishment inflicted by the Conquestors.
• The Revenant took continual damage from the barrage of the Conquestors
• The Retribution took damage as well, but not as much due to the ill-fated maneuver of the Huntress and its above average shielding.
• The Eternal Fleet has redirected its target priority to the Butcherers, directing slightly more firepower to both ships compared to what was dedicated to the Conquestors.
• The second fighter wave has been launched toward the Bryn’adul fleet, and will likely arrive on my next post with intent to target the Butcherers unless they are no longer a viable target, in which case they will target the Conquestors and the support craft buffing them.

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[Corin Autem]

Kit: KC-47 Hybrid Strike Rifle, KC-95 Blaster Pistol, Lucius-pattern Bayonet, Sk-RS MK. IV Armour, Reaver-class Boarding Pod
Objective: Capture and control
Tags: Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi Ingrid L'lerim Osam Aximand Sicarus

The boarding pod hadn't been designed with comfort in mind. Sat shoulder to shoulder, the restraints digging into the armor covering their shoulders, Corin and her fireteam of eight could do little and less to make themselves comfortable. Cor had discovered early on that you couldn't stretch your legs without kicking the person sitting opposite. And the gods forbid she tried to stretch her arms. Chances were she'd end up batting one of her men in the face. Fortunate, then, that they wouldn't have to suffer in silence for too much longer. If the talk coming through the secure channels was anything to go by, the first wave of pods would soon reach their destination.

Corin couldn't wait. The sooner she got off this so-called 'flying coffin', the sooner she would be able to take it to the enemy. Better to die on my feet than sat on my arse, twiddling my thumbs, the Ultranaut thought grimly. Aye, to die a warrior's death, now that's the dream. And who knew, maybe someone aboard the Bryn'Adul flagship would be willing to oblige her.

Turning her head, the Major tried to gauge the troops at her disposal as the pod continued on it's course. If there was trepidation to be found, it was in the way they tensed up whenever something particularly violent happened just beyond the the four walls separating them from cold, hard vacuum. Corin knew how they felt; she had been over the same what ifs in her head a dozen times already. It didn't help none. Either they made it, or they didn't. Good news was, if things went wrong, they'd be dead before they knew it. How cheery.

Sitting back, she let fate play it's hand. Make it or no, the waiting would soon be done. No sooner had she thought this, the pod's proximity alarm began to blare loudly in her ear. Bringing up the external feeds on her HUD, Corin's eyes widened briefly as she took in the spectacle before her. A hundred pods- more surged towards the enemy ship, each carrying eight or nine Ultranauts. To witness it was quite something, Corin had to admit, and she had seen a lot in her time. Every now and then, one pod would wink from existence as the enemy's point defense opened up. Blink and you'll miss it, she thought, feeling both parts anger and sorrow every time a pod disappeared from view.

The proximity alarm blared a second warning as Cor sat, transfixed by the sights. Snapping herself out of it, she called for her people to brace, shutting off the feeds as they were blotted out by the dark mass of the enemy ship. Following her own instructions, she braced as the pod broke hard, throwing her against her restraints. The dull thump of grapnels firing was soon followed by the sharp sound of impact as they found their mark. Then, the pod lurched again. Cor felt her chest tighten momentarily, the pressure building until something hard slammed into the pod.

A moment passed before her mind caught up to her body.

Undoing her restraints with an audible click, Cor reached up to slap a button inset into the wall closest to where she sat. Following suit, the rest of her team undid their straps and climbed to their feet as the breaching sleeve extended, plasma cutters going to work on the hulls. Not long now. Not long at all. Standing, Cor brought her weapon up and flicked off the safety, her visor tint darkening as the cutters began to burn them a way inside. As quick as it was, the whole experience felt like it lasted for an eternity, more. When the plasma cutters finally cut out, Corin was the first to move.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Bellowing her commands, the Ultranaut threw herself through the breach, momentum carrying her across the corridor they found themselves entering into. Her shoulder slammed against the opposite bulkhead just in time, as the space around her suddenly came alive to the sound of blasterfire and death.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Aboard Osam's ship.
Objective IV.: Kill Osam and the ruling council.
Equipment: Kiss of the Red Witch | 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: Osam
Allies: Tovald Kahmen’’a | Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi | Ghost "Frankie" Sterling | Corin Autem
Enemies: Gordrak | Bryn'adûl

[ Nuclear ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

The woman expected not to hit the man, it was much easier to shoot someone like that from the opposite side of a battlefield. Since it was possible to know where she was anyway, Ingrid eliminated her invisibility. She calmly threw the rifle to the side as Osam approached and didn't reach for more weapons, though she had melee weapons. She had previously experienced how resistant the man's armour was. So she had to find another way and she had an idea.

The Empress didn't move, not even when the man was fully accelerated. She wondered how strong the other was. The red haired woman had time to test her own strength on Zachariel. She raised her hand in a defensive way to stop her opponent. And Osam has arrived. She was able to stop the tremendous strength and momentum. Despite her airy physique, she had tremendous physical strength like Shadow-born. The man was stronger and they collided with the wall, which dented and she received many bruised injuries. At that, Ingrid sensed a very interesting thing.

Not only the man lived, but the armour as well. It was a living armour; she had never eaten such a life-form before. And perhaps that was the best way to ruin the armour. Ingrid reached into the Force, put her hands on the man's forearm and tried to squeeze him tightly. She had already reached for the armour in the Force, but she had even helped herself with ur-Kittât magic words.

"Natura diâ kûts!" she said. She still didn’t like to use Force in a duel, but she had no choice. Using necromancy and drain life, she tried to drain the life force out of Osam's armour, hoping it would work and could make and reach the actual duel for now, where she no longer uses Force, only her swords.

Location: Near to the Superconstruct
Objective I.: Shadowgames
Armies: Half of the Ragnarök Regiment (3 batallion)
Allies: 001-A-986 "Nix" | Ladybug | Eina L'lerim-Vandiir | Salis | Esmeralda Io | Kyyrk | Beltran Rarr
Enemies: Naimes Ahn-Dross | Subject 648 Slipknot

<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

The other half of the 267th has so far made good progress in neutralizing defence systems, which was really needed as more and more troops arrived on the scene from the fleet. That's what Beltran's team was like now. Scanners and data also arrived, based on which the enemy began to secure the breaches. One Psi Corps agent sent a telepathic message to those present here:

~ Teams set off inside and out to secure the breaches. It would be advisable to protect them. And Maw is also present on the planet… ~ that was the message.

The group, meanwhile, repositioned somewhat and progressed with the destruction of defence systems.

Location: Edge of the trap area
Objective II.: Beasts in the trap
Armies: Half of the Ragnarök Regiment (3 batallion)
Allies: Viermen | Steve the Ultranaught | Laertia Io | Iasha Rha
Enemies: Gal'Zhoren | Khaostra Devoid

<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

The 267th were still on the wings, they were here waiting for an indication of when the enemy would arrive and from where. Last but not least, even units of unknown ships were now there. More and more signals appeared on the radars in the distance. One Psi Corps agent sent a telepathic message to Viermen, Steve, and Iasha:

~ The enemy is approaching their position. One group probably also has a vehicle because they are faster than the others from the northwest. Presumably it's the Maw. ~ that was the message based on the other broadcast.

Meanwhile, the group also sent out two dozen Valdr Skær droids for reconnaissance as well.

Location: Aboard of the Crimson Empress
Objective III.: Shot them down from the sky
NPC/Fleet: Fleet Admiral Cal Osborn | ENS Crimson Empress
Allies: Aximand Sicarus | Isla Draellix-Kobitana
Enemies: Osam

<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

<< This lady is at least as tough as the one she got her name from. She will withstand the attacks, Grand Admiral! >> the man replied to the woman.

He continued to monitor and analyze the data, while several smaller manoeuvres were performed to better cover the ships. The primary shield system was pulled up, with cannons and defence systems attacking the ships that came closer to them. Unfortunately, a ship of this size was less effective against small crafts than against larger ships.

<"Send droid-controlled explorer ships and drones to the other side of the planet and into the system, find all Maw ships here!"> he told his own crew.