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Invasion The Ossus Massacre │ SE Invasion of SJC held Jomark & Nespis VIII



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... And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.




Ossus
Winter Season, 864 ABY

9:56 AM, Ossus Standard Time


The fleet broke free of the leash of hyperspace along the system’s edge - led by the ‘Red Dragon’, a Sith Warship five thousand kilometers in length, and carrying with it the Worm Emperor and his legions. Its crew was abuzz with activity and tension, a dozen officers triple-checking stratagem before relaying the orders - a constant echo from one man to a dozen more, to a thousand after them; but it was efficient. The battlegroup was at its highest ready status - battle imminent, and every battle station was lined with a man and a backup to support them.​
For some, sweat had already formed on their brow, while others seemed in a moment of zen - a calm before the storm they embraced fully. The Sith were no different - many pacing, breathing, amping themselves up with rage and grit - while others remained calm and placid, eyes trained forward at the planet on the holonet screen. The fleet would position itself well - but they all knew the dangers that faced them.​
The Sith Eternal was well-positioned to strike out at its neighbors - where the Sith Empire was preoccupied with the New Imperial Order and the Warlords of the Sith, the Silver Jedi were occupied with the Bryn’adul; harsh creatures from Wild Space that genocided wherever they touched. Now, the Silver Jedi would face another threat - the reincarnation of the Sith’ari, the continuation of their dark order, and a correction of a path long deviated from.​
Where the Sith Empire had become complacent, the Worm Emperor would not.​
The multi masked figure rose its throne on the bridge - five golden masks pointed in the direction of Ossus as the fleet began its approach, slow and careful to stay out of range of the enemy sensors. His words boomed from behind the electrum, regal and commanding as only the Emperor knew how -​
A fire reborn - to fight one’s mortal enemies is a gift, to know bloodshed is to know the Force - and all those who survive this day will know the depths of the Force like none other.”, the disembodied male voice carried itself through the Fleet on the back of the Force, reaching every person’s ears.​
Our finest hour awaits, my children. Give the order.”​
And with that, the ships began to speed towards the planet.​

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Objective 1: Blackout

10:15 AM, Ossus Standard Time


When the order was received, Tithon Antilles Tithon Antilles seemed apathetic to it - but his crew followed his command as he relayed it to each of them. Ships began to break away from the pack - corvettes and frigates moved to disable or destroy holonet relays on the edge of the system, careful to run interference before they approached. It would appear as though each would go silent at once - planned by the X-02 Super AI aboard his ship and something he had agreed to with trust they would do their job.​
Before any SOS could escape, the Sith Eternal fleet would isolate Ossus from the rest of their countrymen - forced to sink or swim in the dark wave that approached them. As each was captured, only one remained; the main relay that all the short wave communications on the planet reached out to - something that could not remain; but it was far close to the planet than was comfortable.​
The outliers have been captured, Grand Admiral.”, Typhojem, the AI had offered him.​
Tithon glanced at it, then back to his screen.​
Tell the mercenaries to set off the charges.”, he offered back - and the Order would be relayed to them. The planet would shake as the main generators for the power grid would be overloaded - and then fail, plunging the planet in ironic darkness.​
If only they knew what depths darkness could reach.​
With their element of surprise gone, Tithon moved his fleet into a picket screen and approached the oppositional fleet still readying itself in orbit. Fleets met fleets over the planet as ships began to goad and force them apart, heavily defended frigates marking battle lines that worked in the Sith Eternal’s favor - putting them directly in a position over the Temple of Ossus; a large construct where large swaths of the Jedi High Command seemed to be gathered.​
Deploy the troops, Lieutenant Vo.”, Tithon motioned, moving to stand as he did so. The young Lieutenant glanced up to him from her low brow cap, nodded, and pressed the button.​
Drop pods and transports would soon be on their way.​

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Objective 2: Regicide

10: 21 AM, Ossus Standard Time


The snow was torn from the surface of the planet as the transports hovered just above its surface. Landing ramps deployed, barely scraping the surface of the planet, and the troops aboard clad in their winterized S-6 armor would leap from it - weapons up and ready, firing at the openings of the temple from all directions. They had deployed quickly, efficiently, for all their strength they managed to surround it in only a few minutes.​
Now, however, the trouble came. Inside were a hundred Jedi Knights - and while the Sith perhaps outnumbered them, they certainly did not outmatch them. There was a pittance of true Sith here now, a ratio of nearly 1:4 made equal only by the presence of the First Legion - and it made Maliphant cringe at the thought.​
My Lord -”, a Captain said as Maliphant had its first steps in the snow.​
The temple is surrounded, but Jedi have set up forward operating bases.”, he said through his vocoder.​
As expected.”, Maliphant responded with a coolness that was matched only by the snow that surrounded them.​
The Sith Lord had expected them to secure it well - and while he had faith in the First Legion’s prowess, he didn’t expect them to be miracle workers. Jaw clenched, he made his way into the footpaths others had created in the snow as he spoke;​
Make sure none escape the quarantine. And Captain…”​
Bring me the Sith participating in this siege - I wish to speak to them.”​
Maliphant moved behind a transport that had landed - blaster bolts ringing against its durasteel exterior with violent intent. This would not be pretty, but if they had any hope of holding them within that temple, they needed to make this look convincing. For that, he needed the Sith to work with him - and without question.​

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Objective 3: Corruption

10:35 AM, Ossus Standard Time


The Worm Emperor sat in his throne once more - feeling the energies of strife and chaos echo their way into his being. Those seated around him would feel that excitement in the air - like static built upon their uniforms, but the Worm would be unmoving, unflinching, unreadable. Near him was the Sith tasked with the most important detail of them all - the fulfillment of corruption, the greatest chance the Sith Eternal had to take Ossus from its keepers.​
Darth Asphal.”, the Worm’s voice boomed once more.​
The Sepulchral have nearly finished the preparations, attuned the obelisk to the planet.”, it said with power and confidence.​
Yet there seemed to be an exhaustive sigh following it closely.​
And yet they come… A Jedi ship, bypassing Tithon’s defenses, comes for us.”​
Comes for me.”​
Comes for we.”​
Comes for the Obelisk.”, the voices echoed one after the other.​
The Emperor’s figure rose from its seat, black cloak spilling off its massive three-meter frame as it strode forward - gazing upon the planet before them.​
See to it that they do not succeed.”, it mused to her - but there was a threat within it, dark and foreboding hinting to futures not yet come.​
See that we do.”​
His words would finish just as the alarms began to blare - an Officer standing from her seat as she glanced back to the Worm;​
My Lord, unknown transport in Hanger 3a! Jedi, m’lord, and plenty.”, they burst out.​
The Worm seemed passive to this, but the rest of the bridge flew into a frenzy of commands and relays - but amidst the chaos was only the few Sith gathered around the Worm. His words spoke out once more to those present;​
Do not fail me.”, he repeated.​

 
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Dis the Shadow(cat)
Shadowcat, explorer and wanderer; Owner of the Cat’s Paw; Member of the Greystone Mercantile
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Objective III.: Corruption
Location: Planetary Capital, Ossus
Equipment: N/A
Writing with: Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Sakadi Marathi Sinvala
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Dis soon realized they didn’t like wars. Maybe the Shadowcat was “fighting” on the side of the Sith right now, which meant they were learning, but there were no Darksider. They were completely neutral, rather heading for the Light side. If magic and alchemy were not considered as the Dark Side by anyone. It took them to be able to examine all kinds of ancient artefacts or to create strange and special things. But not evil! Dis didn't give the very dangerous things to Greystone anyway, locked them up instead. This was the advantage of having its own business.

The point is the same, Shadowcat did not like war. They didn’t choose a host this time, they were just disembodied here. Originally wanted to be an observer, but when they saw how much were injured, how much damage was being done, Dis decided they would help. As usual; but exceptionally not by gifts or the like, but in other ways. It was for this reason that they drew the attention of those who could help the injured as they walked the streets.

They were in a similar situation now, because Dis found roughly half a dozen wounded in one street, but they did not perceive anyone nearby. And the injured were too injured to use any of them as hosts, so they had to go further to find someone. Not so far away, the Shadowcat managed to sense a strong Force signature, which they followed. As they got close to her, they saw a glowing, strong aura.

Since the Shadowcat had been invisible and could not be perceived so far, they emerged from the shadows. Dis was a black, lynx-sized shadow cat surrounded by shadows, with snow-white glowing eyes. Did all this in front of the woman and then addressed her telepathically.

~ A few streets away there are some seriously injured. Can you help them? ~ Dis asked and blinked twice at the end of their words.


//OOC: The “they” is plural in the text. //
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Hyrva Vh'akli
Truthspeaker, The Prophet, Lady of Throdog N'ghftor, Witch Elder
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Objective III.: Corruption
Location: Planetary Capital, Ossus
Equipment: Shield talisman | Shadow’s Folly || Empyrean gland
Writing with: Open
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Mgn'ghft, mgn'ghft ephaiperish geb!

This was the first war of her life; it occurs with a creature over two hundred years of age, especially if they comes from a place where they did not have to face such a thing. Ever since she came home, she had seen the war, on holograms and in the memories of others. To tell you the truth, Hyrva didn't miss it. But since voices said she had to come here, she came to help the Worm Emperor's work.

Mgn'ghft, mgn'ghft ephaiperish geb!

And that meant she had to go down to the planet. As she read afterwards, not so long ago, this whole place belonged to the Sith, the SJC had just occupied it recently. So maybe there was still salvageable knowledge on the planet. After all, there was also a larger church, academy, or library on the planet. Hyrva wasn't sure which one; the Truthspeaker didn’t have time to read after it because she analyzed the whispers and tried to decipher them. The point, however, was that she was here now and ready to do the task she was entrusted with.

Mgn'ghft, mgn'ghft ephaiperish geb!

After landing on the planet she got out of the dropship and walked out into the street. The Truthspeaker knew where the obelisks were going to come from; that is why it has not gone completely close to those places yet. Who knows what the outcome of a crash or landing will be. She didn't want to get hurt. If they landed, she'd go there. Until then, she had expanded her consciousness to feel the Dark Side energies on the planet, the focal points of where she would have to go once she had finished her business here.

Mgn'ghft, mgn'ghft ephaiperish geb!

For... the Light Side must perish in this place today…

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Handsome blindfolded hyper-religious whackjob
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Objective III

Location:
Sith hangar
Opposing: Lunafreya Solidor Lunafreya Solidor
Tags: Auteme Auteme Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Thal Mantis Thal Mantis Thalia Senn Thalia Senn

The hood held heavy over his eyes as he simply allowed himself to rattle back and forth as the shuttle screeched to a halt in the hanger. He knew this wasn’t going to be something as simple as a diplomatic visit. It never was. He was expecting to sit there, make nice while a war waged to the galactic north.

He was almost grateful for the attack. He was no diplomat. He could mediate, he could aid others in reaching compromise. But small talk was something he cared little for. Empty platitudes were worthless to him. He was ultimately a man of action.

Leaning over to the side, one hand was placed on the shoulder of Thalia. He was not pleased when he found that she had joined the strike team. Only noticing her presence after the ship had lifted off. Normally he would insist that a Padawan should not be involved in an operation like this. But a quick recollection of his own memories rightfully reminded him of how hypocritical that was. He was but a Padawan when he joined the strike team to rescue his old friend Lannik Dawnstar from the clutches of Darth Voyance. He could not judge her for simply wanting to help. "Trust in the Force." He told her quietly, a reassuring squeeze was given to help quell any worry she might be feeling. "Keep moving and stick close. Keep your head on a swivel and you'll be fine."

When the shuttle door opened, he was already moving. His form a blur as his ego faded from him. Becoming nothing more than an empty vessel.

Aaran had ceased to be for now. There was only The Force. Its 'Will using the Warden of Peace as its willing host to act as the tip of the spear for the strike team. Throwing himself upon the enemies ranks in order to create an opening.

Blurring past Sakadi. The opening volley of blaster fire was launched the New Jedi Order representative. Only dimly he was aware of this. His body reacting, twisting and bending out of the way of the volley, blade flashing out as fast as quicksilver in order to intercept the few shots that would have strayed past him and struck any allies.

His movement was not a conscious decision. He was simply a spectator in his own body. Merely grasping at a thread in the Force and pulling on it. Dragging his own body towards his destiny. Dashing with inhuman speed towards one of the doors. He was vaguely aware of several troopers in his way opening fire. Distantly, he regarded his own blade flashing out as he got close. The muffled thumps of their bodies hitting the floor only barely registering to his ears. So, engrossed he was in his battle trance.

And so he ran. Simply trusting his companions to keep up. Or make use of the hole he had carved into the trooper's defences. There was one thread in particular he followed. Tugging on it as he allowed the Force to guide him deeper into the ship. Towards the reactors. They'd need to be dealt with in order to cripple the vessel and hopefully put a stop to whatever machinations were going on here.
 
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Location: Outside the Temple
Allies: Sith Eternal
Enemies: Silver Jedi
Tags: Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion
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Days Prior

It had been a simple idea. Mathieu had good intentions that she had preyed upon to find her way into the Silver Jedi. Her Master had tasked her with retrieving Jedi Padawan so they could experiment. What exactly, Alina had been sure she’d find out. Except it all went awry when she made it to Voss.

While she had been able to trick the Padawan with false smiles and feigned weakness, tricking Jedi Masters had been an entirely different subject. Her lies were easily found, and she was promptly detained. A blunder, on her part. Assuming she might be the type to properly infiltrate. But there still were ways to salvage this.

The Jedi had planned to move her, and it was in transit that she finally truly revealed herself. The Knight that had been sent to escort her wasn’t prepared for the powers she had. Even with a neural dampener to keep her from using the Force, she was still Sangnir. It took time, but thankfully she had all the time she needed.

Her guards fell under her unnatural sway. Whispers and promises affected them in ways they hadn’t been prepared for, and when they turned on the Jedi and the rest of the crew, Alina had them fully under her control.

With only them as the survivors, she needed a reason why. She could have escaped then and there, but another plan was put into motion. She still needed to capture a padawan or two for Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf . The assault on Ossus would be the perfect opportunity. And with her.. Unique position she was in a perfect place to handle it.

Using the guise that the ship had been attacked, Alina had the guards she did have control over hide her among them. She took the clothing of one of the slain before casting the body into space. Lost during the boarding that retrieved the Sith from them, would be the excuse. With her Taozin Amulet on, the ship made an emergency landing on Ossus after just being attacked. Utilizing the outfit and the control she had on the others, she was able to slip out before being noticed as part of the crew. Free to roam the planet without so much as a soul realizing she was there. To their knowledge, the Sith had fled with the attackers.

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10:19 AM, Ossus Standard Time

Alina had made it to the Jedi Temple before the assault. The plan had come together. Along the way she had met one of the Frumentarii to pick up the hyperspace beacon the Sith Eternal would need to find the Jedi. The amulet made it easy for her to pass as just another temple guard as she made her way through. Confirming just how many Jedi were there.

And waiting for the signal.

All around her the lights dimmed. It was time. In one of the storerooms she set down the device and flicked it on with a light grin on her face. There was no hiding for the Jedi now, their location would be aptly known by the incoming fleet.

The Sith would come.

She made her way back outside just as the panic set in. All around she could see the Sith’s ships entering. Starting to land. The Jedi would put up a defence for sure. The young Knight left the temple to meet up with one such transport. “I see you’ve made it in one piece.” She flashed a fanged grin at the passing trooper before heading into the ship. “I take it you brought them?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” Alina disappeared within the ship, collecting what was brought. When she emerged, she was dressed in her black armor, lightsaber hooked on her hip. Lightspear held in her grasp. The modulated voice spoke out from behind the mask.

“Bring me to Darth Maliphant.”
 
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Tags: Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru
Location: Ossus, Jedi Temple
Equipment: What is detailed in the character sheet.

The alarm was sounding and people were moving about with speed. Sith ships had been sighted. Sighted. It was a bad sign when the main warning signal he knew about was that they had been seen rather than having been picked up by sensors. Hopefully, it was just a lack of information on his part - he was, after all a Padawan - if not, the Sith must have come up with a most ingenious plan indeed. Mathieu knew that most of the Concord defence forces were stationed on Voss but with their coms cut, the simple idea of holding out had become much more complicated.

It was during moments like these that he counted his lucky stars - for despite attending the ceremony, he still wore his armour and other equipment. He had been there for when they liberated Voss and attending the ceremony to introduce new students to the order on Ossus, it was only natural for him to remain geared. Examples of the less attractive sides of being a Jedi were also needed. Standing up from his chair and abandoning the drink and appetiser laying before him, Mathieu started making his way towards the nearest exit. Many others seemed to be heading out, and so was he.

Maybe it would have been easier to defend inside the temple. It was a enormously strong structure and their low numbers wouldn't be quite as noticeable when the space upon which one could fight was more limited. But then, there were many non-combatants inside and keeping the fight away from them was a priority. Besides, with smaller buildings and a few larger rock formations outside, there were some sort of natural barriers behind which cover could be found. Still, they would have to be on their guard, for if things started to look all too grim on the outside, it might be relevant to retreat back in after all. But now was not the time for defeatism - it was good to be prepared but in the end of the day, he hoped that the light would triumph.

Moving outside, a small, almost non-existent sigh of relief escaped him. The odds didn't look all too good, but at least friendly fighters were already in the skies and keeping their foes from gaining free reigns of the skies. The ground situation, however, looked more grim as an ever increasing number of shuttles landed in the distance. "This will be hard" he mumbled as he moved up onto a rock behind a few crates to look out over the field from relative safety. Soon, his eyebrows furrowed as the shape of a familiar figure by one of the shuttles started to become better defined is it closed in. Alina Tremiru had escaped captivity
 
Objective: 1
Location: Ossus, underground bunker
Equipment:
  • Beskar'gam
  • Beskad
  • Tomahawk
  • Mandalorian ripper (pistol variant)
  • Blaster rifle
Allies: Soloman Priest Soloman Priest
Enemies: Open

They had been inserted quietly long before the true fight began.

It had taken some maneuvering and a bit of patience, but they'd made it inside the underground bunker with minimal casualties. Or, those that would be noticed. From that point it had just been navigating through the halls until they reached the generator room. That was all they had been hired for, really. Bring down the planet-wide power grid and ruin any attempts to call for reinforcements in the process. Simple, clean and quiet.

The floor shook as the explosion unfolded behind the blast doors that protected them from the blast, and with that their job was done. Jorii stood, turning to face the blast doors that now blocked their exit. Some sort of security failsafe, most likely, meant to keep intruders in one spot until the troops arrived. Fortunately they hadn't been accounting for the two dar'manda that were now trapped, however temporarily, in a durasteel box.

A look was shared, however briefly, with her partner in crime before she crossed the room to inspect the newest obstacle. Using explosives here would be stupid and would only get them killed. Besides the obvious, it was better to keep their presence here unknown for as long as possible. While she was always prepared for war, it wasn't her purpose, and if that changed then so did her rate.

After inspecting what little made up their surroundings with physical sight and a sophisticated HUD, she knelt and began to pry a panel away from the wall with the knuckle plate blade in her right gauntlet. "If you know how to slice, now would be the time. I don't intend to stick around."
 
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LOCATION | Security Room, Ossus Communications Hub
ALLIES | Kyra Perl Kyra Perl ? | Jedi
ENEMIES | Sith


“Well. This is not ideal.”

Given the focus on the temple and impending celebration, the Silvers had reached into their network for additional security. Yula volunteered because she had been paid. The initial gig was easy enough—sit in a dark closet and monitor the security feed from the temple perimeter.

She’d been stuffing her face with Atrisian takeout with one hand and flipping through screens with the other when the klaxons blared. Not long after she stood up, a chain of not-so-distant explosions precluded a power failure.

The noodles she’d been enjoying had been knocked to the ground. Cold, forgotten, suddenly unimportant.

“Uh, hello??Raising her voice, she banged a fist heavily against the door, now locked shut thanks to the lack of power. From the hall, she could hear the hectic shuffle of feet and frantic shouting. Even with her limited understanding, she could piece together what was happening. We’re under attack.

“Ugh,” Sighing audibly in frustration, the Zeltron took a few paces back before taking off in a running charge towards the door. It didn’t budge, she wobbled back, slipped on the spilled noodles, and hit the floor.

Gorram Sith.”
 
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Objective 3: Corruption
Location: Sith hangar
Writing with: Dis Dis
Tags: Auteme Auteme Aaran Tafo Aaran Tafo Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr Thal Mantis Thal Mantis

The ship weaved its way past the blaster cannons and crafts that defended the Sith's command ship. What they were about to do felt like suicide. And for all intents and purposes it was. But sometimes doing the unthinkable was exactly what could turn around a hopeless battle. Sakadi sincerely hoped that this was one of those cases.

Outwardly, the Sephi was calm, but great energy clearly roiled within her. She had done all she could to keep the peaceful inhabitants of Silver space out of battle. Away from war. But it seemed like that was no longer possible.

A small sigh escaped her lips as she adjusted the white cloak of her ceremonial garb. There had been no time to change garments, and no time to come up with a sound plan. It was just them. A reckless group of volunteers hoping to save lives with their all or nothing attempt. At least it had its charm.

Her gaze finally shifted over to the others aboard the vessel. They were a brave and reckless bunch, willing to put the lives of others above themselves. It brought a small smile to her face. If this was how she would meet her end, she would be proud to have stood beside these luminous beings.

The noise generated by the vibrations of the vessel would seemingly dampen as Sakadi reached out throug the Force to the Jedi and Rangers around her. "Once we're aboard, we will be facing heavy opposition" The Sephi began. "We won't have any time to falter nor stray from our objectives. The faster we cut our way through and secure the ship, the better it will be for those trapped on Ossus." This assault was the only way to minimize the deaths on Ossus. They could not afford to fail. "We have one shot to end this battle early. Let's not waste it."

Her grasp tightened on the handles of her safety harness as their craft made a break for the hangar. Her light frame shook as the ship made contact, skidding over the hangar's floor and coming to a halt in the hangar's center. It didn't provide them with much cover, but that was not something Jedi were generally concerned about. They carried their cover with them.

Sakadi swiftly slid out of her safety harness and made her way toward the slowly opening ramp. With a snap-hiss, the white blade of her lightsaber ignited. "May the Force be with us all."
 
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Objective I: Blackout
Allies: Jorii Vizsla Jorii Vizsla
Enemies: Yula Perl Yula Perl Kyra Perl Kyra Perl

Soloman could swear his head was still ringing from the explosion, its shockwave blowing through the doors with little consideration for the inches of durasteel between them and the generators. Reminded him of when he was a kid, the first grenade he set off - how it's concussive blast had ripped the breath from his chest and left him crying. Probably not the best memory to dwell on now, but he wasn't crying yet - so it couldn't be all bad.​
"Do I look like I know how to slice?", he said with a bit of malice back to her, his hand protectively resting on the handle of his hand cannon in its holster.​
Outside the door, he could hear the pounding of security forces beginning their sweep of the facility - and no doubt with them, a mechanical skeleton key to pry open each of these doors looking for both survivors and intruders. High security details, from what the Frumentarii briefs had told him, but that's why they sent them - two mandalorians with bigger heads than sensibilities, now faced with the prospect of blasting their way out of a facility by themselves.​
He sighed as he glanced back to her -​
"I got a droid, might help.", he said as he clicked a button on his beskar'gam's wrist - and a floating droid with a small cannon on it floated above him. It beeped in binary before floating towards her, reaching its appendages into the opening she had created.​
"Give it a minute."​
 
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Objective II: Regicide
Allies: Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru Grundark GrundarkIrina Volkov Arcturus Dinn Arcturus Dinn Melydia Gold Melydia Gold
Enemies: Vexander Graves Vexander Graves Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion Vulpesen Vulpesen Taiia Locke Taiia LockeCaedyn Arenais Romi Jade Romi Jade Starlin Rand Starlin RandMaja FioreNathaniel Wellchoestor

An explosion rocked Cato's display without recourse, threatening to send him to a knee as the debris blasted against his armor - making small clinks against the alloy before subsiding. As the smoke shrouded him, his vision overlays kicked on and his rifle was shouldered instantly - three shots breaching the blackened cloud before him with extreme prejudice. Three targets hit, and his squad moved from behind cover to follow him - Cato in the lead as he moved towards the Jedi Temple.

"Reaper, Belford, check one alley east and stay in comm range. If we face resistance, I want you to circle around - we can't afford to be held up.", he said with a quick motion towards the direction mentioned. The two nodded with a quick acknowledgment through the death trooper vocoder installed in their helmets.

Cato motioned for the rest to fall in with a circle of his hand - weapon still shouldered as they moved down the street with incredible pace. They may not have had the numbers of the Silver Jedi, but they had far better training - each of the First Legion the most advanced super soldier in the galaxy, leaving little in terms of resistance from their conventional planetary defense forces. Still, Cato feared the speed at which they'd begin to reach Jedi - knowing already the slog would slow them to a crawl.

Like Maliphant had informed them, all they had to do was force a retreat, keep the Jedi within the marked boundaries. Buy enough time for the obelisk to get deployed - and it would solve itself. If nothing else, Cato had faith in the plan they had offered him; he only hoped it would work.

 


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Tags: (surface duel) Skorne (enemy) Soloman Priest Soloman Priest Tithon Antilles Tithon Antilles Arthos Vynea Arthos Vynea Jorii Vizsla Jorii Vizsla @Errix Foh'reem (ally) Gir Quee Gir Quee Atlas Drake Atlas Drake Okkeus Dainlei Okkeus Dainlei Kyra Perl Kyra Perl Yula Perl Yula Perl
Equipment: Lightsaber
Fleet: Sunrise (Yurbian Arquitens), Seagoer (Neebray-class cargo frigate: carrier conversion) 1x Deathseed squadron, 1x Y-TIE squadron 4x YT-2000 freighters

Ura sat aboard the Yurbian Militia Neebray carrier frigate, looking at the Y-TIE she had been flying as the small ship leaped out of orbit with an Arquitens in tow. The pair of ships had been part of a salvage mission the Padawan had volunteered to assist with, but now she was late! Stupid mission took too long. When exiting for Ossus the ships weren’t met with as much as expected. A long war with the Bryn had left some planets less defended, but Ossus did have a decent defense force. It was supposed to be enough to hold out if needed. Or at least that’s what everyone assumed. Little did they realize the kind of fight to come. Ura, however, was more focused on getting to the surface.

She looked at the Y-TIE before calling out to the ship’s CAG.

“Mind if I borrow this girl to get to the surface? I’ll get her back.” The sand man sighed, looking at her before nodding.

“It’s against protocol, but we’ll still be here I’m sure. Just have the droid bring her back.” Ura let out a happiness before walking over to the cockpit and taking off. The Outlander wings unfurled as she began to fly off, but something seemed to creep into her mind. It was a… dread. Then she heard something.

“No….” She was spooked, looking around before feeling something dark. Then it happened. All of a sudden multiple ships popped up on her scopes, then marks of the Holonet systems vanished.

“This isn’t good! I’d rather have 99, but you ready FN?” The droid whistled as Ura tried to pick up anyone, at least before the Arquiten called out.

“Long range comms down! Blasted! Find me a hub somewhere within 100 lightyears!” That definitely wasn’t good! Ura arced her fighter around, seeing the other Y-TIEs and Deathseeds launching as she turned around. Then that voice again.

“Don’t….” Ura shook it off. She had to…. Fighter! Ura rolled the heavy fighter before getting a fighter caught on her tail. Blasted! Blasted! Ura tried to get away, but it was an interceptor. She couldn’t out turn it, or out pace it. She could try hitting the breaks, but it was too late as her pylon was shot. Controls were out, and now she couldn’t keep it in the black. They were going down!
“Hang on FN!”

“Told you….” What? She couldn’t focus on that right now. She had to focus on not dying! As the fighter barreled through the atmosphere though, the Lervon realized she had to eject the cockpit. Ura looked back, making a quick movement before watching the droid eject as she pulled the lever, jettisoning her cockpit for a rough landing!
BANG!

The cockpit would screech to a halt, finally letting Ura exit before she looked around. This didn’t feel good.

Back in space, the Sunrise would call out as it and the Seagoer burned their engines on full, and shifted their shields to double rear.

“Anyone stationed at Ossus, this is the Sunrise! We have bogeys and no long range comms! Requesting assistance so we can get formed up with you!”
 
Faith is the heroism of the intellect.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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Location: Ossus Temple
Equipment:
Conservator and Vanguard 2.0 (Lightsabers)
Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"
Tag:
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If we do not look for battle, why carry a lightsaber?

The classroom full of younglings was abuzz, all carrying training sabers as they looked at the droids floating in front of them, several raised their hands, and Caltin pointed to one of the younglings in the back. He was a Rodian who did not seem to want to answer out of shyness.

"The lightsaber is the symbol of the Jedi, and only used as a last resort."

Caltin was smiling as the answer was a great one, but he couldn't. Not only did the massive Jedi Master sense an overwhelming surge of Dark Side energy, he saw the incoming transports. They were being invaded, heavily invaded. This was bad. Knowing full well that everyone else in the room could either see or sense what he did, Caltin looked at each of them as he noticed Jedi Knights and Masters quickly making their way outside as well as the Temple Guard forming choke points. This was not going to be enough, on top of that, Caltin had old feelings bubbling to the surface. Feelings that he did not suppress, but had not been there since he himself was a Knight. The Sith were invading, and he was not going to just sit back and watch, not anymore.

Really? You're going to let me?

Do it.

Alright everyone, follow Padawans Bilo and Tik down to the vaults. You will stay there and be safe until we come for you.

The entire room was protesting in ways only younglings of their age could. Caltin understood this and wanted to be patient with them, but this was not the time for it.

No! No arguments, no complaining. A part of being a Jedi is ensuring the safety of others, you need to protect each other down there. Now move!

His voice was booming, commanding, stern, and intimidating. He did not want to go this route, but Caltin could already feel the losses of Jedi, they were being slaughtered out there and while he was not some "uber Jedi" or wearing a cape and tights, he needed to be out there. Slowly the children made their way out as the Padawans took them downstairs, Caltin directed who he could downstairs, but needed to get up high. He needed to be able to see the field and who was where. Getting to the top of one of the spires, the big guy could see that a lot of who were there were forces serving the Sith. There were some Acolytes, but they seemed to be Field Commanders of some sort.

There were Jedi engaging Sith, so that left him open to wreak havoc on those who would attack the Jedi home.

Not today.

Leaping off of the huge spire, the massive Jedi Master went for distance and tightened up to drop as fast as possible and at the last possible second, he centered the Force in his hands and pushed at the ground as he slammed into it not far from one of the First Legion cover positions. The resulting shockwaves sent enemy forces flying as he stood erect in the small crater. Pulling "Conservator" into his hand, the big guy reached out through the Force and crushed a nearby emplacement before attacking troops and Acolytes.

The Sith Eternal still had the advantage, but they were losing it.


... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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Objective: Corruption
Location: Obelisk
Allies: Aspect of Passion Aspect of Passion Lunafreya Solidor Lunafreya Solidor Other Space Kaiden Other Space Kaiden

Enemies: Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr Auteme Auteme Aaran Tafo Aaran Tafo Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

The whispers were layered heavily here near the obelisk as the fear or planet descending into darkness soaked into it. The whispers of the Sepulchral chanting seemed to strengthen the darkness as the obelisk slowly charged. Already a warning of a Jedi ship had been spread as the klaxons began to whine alerting the ship to the boarding party. He had little fear of them though, his duty was to the Sepulchral and the obelisk itself. It was his honor to bear witness to the birth of a dark nexus.

This was a different type of war then he'd fought once. It wasn't about territory or power, but freedom for the individual versus slavery to the whole. He could see the truth of it clearly now. The scars on his body were simply pathways to power he'd never known were being built. His years as a slave had taught him the value of true freedom, and he would not sacrifice that for anyone's greater good.

Looking up at the spinning red warning lights he considered going to join those who would repel the Jedi. The call of dark power was more intoxicating though, and it was his duty anyway. Besides he'd most likely be in the way if he did go with his fighting skills. Still he felt the urge somewhere deep within to repel the light and as he squeezed the handle of the training saber at his side he brought his attention back to the service of the Sepulchral. All that mattered was the obelisk landing, and that would be his focus.
 
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"Hey boss? Isn't that the girl from the holo-show?"

Reece's voice interrupted Beltran's last minute weapons check as he looked up and around the cargo area where the strike team had assembled. A rough jolt, presumably from incoming enemy fire, rocked the ship and sent Beltran's helmet rolling off the bench seat and down the bay. Beltran's tight lips tracked downward as he frowned and his eyes narrowed.

Sergeant Reece was one of Beltran's oldest living friends and one of the few survivors from his ill fated unit: Icarus Platoon. He bit down a retort as he strode quickly after his wayward helmet. He'd lost track of the number of times he'd told Reece to shut his food-hole, and nothing had ever seemed to work.

"Just make sure you got our surprise all packaged up and secure," He said as he walked passed the chuckling demolitions expert. The "surprise" was a single Shaped Thermonuclear Charge. Developed after the loss of Nar Kreeta, the small nuclear device packed a hell of a punch. It could incinerate almost anything in a five-hundred meter radius and was present today as a form of insurance in case things went to the nine hells.

There hadn't been much time to put this operation together, and only the fact that the Jedi had decided to congregate for some event on this world, explained why they'd been able to put a team together at all. The attack, apparently by a group of Sith, had come very much as a surprise. For a galaxy so full of war, the Jedi sure did seem to get surprised attacked a lot.

"Got it, boss."

Beltran made his way down the line of other members. Some he recognized as members of the Silver Order of Jedi and others he didn't. That didn't surprise him. There were a lot of Jedi around these days, and not all of them were formally part of the Silvers. Some hailed from the offshoot Jedi sect that existed within the Galactic Alliance and others shied away from formal allegiances altogether. One young man he nodded to as he passed was Thal Mantis Thal Mantis . Some time ago, Beltran and Reece had been part of the off-the-books rescue mission that Tulan Kor Tulan Kor had put together for Mantis. More recently, Thal had participated in an operation to take down the Warlord Sounn over Rorak IV.

Following the trail of his helmet, he finally caught up to it as it came to a stop in front of a young Jedi woman Beltran didn't know, but still somehow recognized. "Jedi Auteme?" He said as he bent over to pick up the helmet. Reece had been right, Auteme was the star of a holo-show that had apparently been some kind of elaborate prank. Beltran wasn't much for holo-vids, so he only caught the occasional snippet of an episode when someone, usually Reece, had it playing in the barracks.

With his helmet stowed safely under one arm, Beltran, reached out his right hand in a gesture of greeting. "Captain Beltran Rarr, Paladin Company, Antarian Rangers." He said, introducing himself. "I believe we spoke briefly on the comlink during that whole Velok Brokentusk Velok Brokentusk affair."

The affair in question had occurred when the pirate Velok had decided to hold a world hostage in exchange for a not-so-small fortune. By happenstance, Beltran had been able to negotiate the sum down and even affect a small response. As he understood it, Auteme had also arrived and managed to get a tracker placed on the pirate's vessel. He didn't know what had happened after that, as other matters had taken him from the Rangers for an extended period, but he hoped that the pirate had gotten what was coming to him.

At any rate, Beltran would pause long enough to exchange pleasantries with the young Jedi before returning to his men. Then he would finish donning his armor and strapping his weapons to his combat rig. As the ship touched down inside one of the main hangars on the enemy ship, Jedi Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Sakadi Marathi Sinvala spoke to the team as a whole.

"Once we're aboard, we will be facing heavy opposition, we won't have any time to falter nor stray from our objectives. The faster we cut our way through and secure the ship, the better it will be for those trapped on Ossus. We have one shot to end this battle early. Let's not waste it."

"Understood, Jedi Sinvala." Beltran responded for his men. Team Paladin, a smaller subset of the larger Paladin Company's best operators, excelled in operations like these. "We won't let you down."

There wasn't much more time for talking as the ship landed and the ramp lowered. One of the Jedi, Aaran Tafo Aaran Tafo , charged forward-using the Force to augment his speed. Beltran could feel the younger man's intemperate excitement through the mystical connection, so the action was not a surprise. Directing his Rangers into a wedge formation, he led them out and down the ramp, firing in support of the Jedi's charge. The hangar was crowded with droids, pilots and other support personnel, but fewer troopers than he'd expected. It seemed that they had caught the Sith flagship with its pants down.

Expert shooting on the part of Beltran, Sergeant Jesson Doss and Specialist Deklin Argos, took down nearly a dozen armored Sith soldiers in the first ten seconds of engagement. Sergeant Reece tossed several thermal detonators at landed spacecraft, causing several powerful secondary explosions as the fighters and troop transports went up.

The massive Togorian Lieutenant, Mrawr, took Grave and Digger and broke to the left, spreading chaos and death as they went. The goal here was to sow as much confusion as possible in order to allow the rest of the strike team to make it out of the hangar and into the ship-where the real havoc would begin.
 

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O B J E C T I V E | III, Corruption.
L O C A T I O N | Red Dragon.
T A G S | Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean , Aaran Tafo Aaran Tafo ,
Thalia Senn Thalia Senn , Thal Mantis Thal Mantis
T H E M E |
Here.
V O I C E |
Here.
G E A R |
Armor
Lightsaber | Ring
Choker | Staff


Still kneeling before his throne, Lunafreya spoke with her deceitful voice, bathed with false flattery and submission.
“The honor thy noble lordship has placed upon me shall be repaid tenfold. Under my command, this vessel shall do thy bidding and bring this planet to your heed. Mighty shall be your power, and few will dare raise their voices upon hearing the name of the Worm, and with the Jedi gone, we shall become the ultimate power this galaxy so dreadfully deserve to have.”, there were so many things that she could show appreciation at this very moment, but the two most important ones was the fact that the Worm Emperor could not comprehend the poison that was poured inside her heart, nor he could learn of the disgust that ran through her face as she pretended to be the most faithful thing under his control. For as soon as she rose her head from the ground where she bowed down piously, Lunafreya wore upon her face the most honest and gentle mask of devotion that she could find within herself to display.
“I will not fail you, my Emperor.”

Those were her words, and long afterward when she reviewed this conversation inside her head, already surrounded by the metallic surface of the elevator, Lunafreya still felt nothing but spite, fresh and deadly, boiling inside her heart. Much was to be done, for this was their debut, one might say, as they prepared to conquer what the Empire struggled to achieve with their endless warmongering with the False Imperials. Something she did willingly bound herself to take lightly, as Lunafreya felt almost relieved to leave the front of the Sith stage that exploded in the west.

Joining the Eternalists in this enterprise was about to prove fruitful, for real power could be grasped within their ruling in this age of Chaos they were helping to create, How dreadfully wasn't the Empire taking all of this? Shamed by a thousand rebellious states rising from their ruinous existence. ‘I must not fail.’, she mused to herself already reaching for the small copybook kept inside the deep pockets inside the sleeves of her dark robes. Quickly gesturing with the pen to write it down what was in need to be done. The Obelisk was her priority, so she ordered that every single entrance and exit out of its chamber were to be sealed, blowtorches and melted steel, setting twenty slug turrets on each of the corridors of its nine trap tunnels, equipping it with thirty automated laser traps each, holocameras, sensors, and more. Leaving only two ways, be it in and out, for one was meant to lead straight at a large bay area she ordered it to be fashioned to host her meditation sphere, while the other was to lead to the barracks, where the Eternalists, as she enjoyed calling them, awaited to be dispatched at any sign of threat inside the ship. They were placed in there with a regiment of her troops, composing of the finest pieces of the droid army under her control; Southstars, Animus Ultras, and Aegrus, plus, ten thousand of her xerxikeen slaves awaiting for her command. Even her Naasla was resting comfortably on the watch to guard the Obelisk directly. By the numbers she had memorized, there were roughly forty-five thousand troops inside this vessel, that counting her own, which was more than enough to destroy the Coruscanti capital twice in her opinion if given the opportunity.

As soon as the doors opened, the female swallowed her nervous thoughts, by raising her head high in the air, something most of those with noble ancestry enjoyed doing. There was arrogance in the way she moved, especially with her gaze pinned on the end of that overly crowded chamber, passing by each of the aliens standing in there without saying a word. Every face was staring back at her, every gaze was focused on her, but she kept walking until the end. Lunafreya sat down on the throne-like seat that she had ordered the servants to install for her, old habits died hard was the phrase Rufus had chosen to express her whim at the officials.

But now, they were all looking at her, their gazes carried doubt and curiosity. All movements were bound to be studied by them, and yet, the female sat loosely on that seat. And as much as they were watching her, they could also notice that she was watching them too. Those with an actual insight of what she was could see into the bottomless pit that was her eyes, two soulless orbs that told her tale; a harsh and twisted heart wielded by a harsh and twisted will, where those beneath her nothing but slaves, inferior beings meant to be commanded. For this was the way she was; as she ravaged the galaxy, so too she learned to draw new life from their worship. Today once more she would replenish herself, by placing herself as the puppeteer, pulling the strings so that those around her would give her nothing but devotion with their gaze as if she were their source, their treasure, and undoubtfully their fate. Mistress of All Evil, ruler of a nation of slaves, and reason of both reverence and terror for them; The Witch-Queen of Carnadine.

“Lord Rufus.”, her lips muttered after a long uncomfortable silence by which she was famed for occurred, during the observing of her subjects. At her calling, the elder male approached, bowing before her presence. “You shall take the Command Center to do thy bidding. The Worm One shall observe your every move. Proceed carefully with his plan, have Gideon Pellaeon serve as your captain, and as both of you take command, pay heed to my warning; Bring down that Jedi ship at any cost! Order the vessels under our disposal to self-destruct against its wings, aim our cannons against its engines, shoot every missile if necessary!" With her words spoken, barely finishing to what she actually wanted to say. Lunafreya's senses perceived something from Praji, something heavy inside his chest that she gave its opportunity to come out with her silence, and chose to observe as the male rose from his courtesy and gestured to have permission so he could express his piece on this matter. She reluctantly gave it to him, already fearing what would come.

Your Grace, forgive me. But is it wise of us to join side by side with that... “, Rufus was deemed of her respect, as he sealed his lips perceiving her silent warning for not speaking carefully within her presence. “With the Worm Emperor, my princess.”
“Heretic!”, Diabolico howled loudly at the left corner of the room, pushing at least two others to stay face to face with Rufus. Out of his throat, came a growling sound that made half of those present jump scared of where they were. “How darrre you question herrr grace? She is the sun. With herrr leading us, Ossus will fall. Or do I sense you putrid, pathetic, spineless humans have no guts to do what needs to be done? Maybe I should open you in half to see if therrre is piss inside those veins, Praji!”, the golden reptile spoke in a menacing tone, already getting closer to Rufus, as the elder dared not to show a single thought of his own for his vain threats. Lunafreya slammed the harsh nail of her index finger on the chair’s arm, echoing a bashing shrill sound they all knew too well; Lunafreya evoking for silence.

“For as much as I relish in your devotion... Be silenced, Diabolico.”, the reptile seemed disappointed on hearing that, but obeyed, lowering his head and freezing his menacing eyes on his mistress. “Rufus has an intriguing point of view, which is why I still keep him breathing...
The Astrals know how much I despise looking at that creature, much like that floozie Maliphant, bouncing here and there. But aside from the latter... at least the Worm is not... human, and is not false in his desires... for his intentions are as clear to me as the crystal that composes the cup I drink my wine.”, a moment of silence was given to them out of her part, to ponder on what she actually meant with that. Her expression barely changed. “For now we shall fight alongside the Eternalists, for we need them to achieve our own goals. So they want Ossus turned into a swamp? We shall gladly do it. And after that I will drain every single human on this planet, I will enslave their children, and toss their woman at my hungry dogs to feast upon their flesh while I laugh about it... Gentleman!”, Lunafreya said out loud, calling out all of them to pay attention only to what was coming. A change of the tide, one could say, as the elzeri stood upright from her seat, tossing her arm to the left towards the air, pointing out to the window, shouting in a fair, agreeable, persuasive voice. “It has often been said among the False Imperials that I like war, but this is not true... My friends, I don’t like war... No, friends, I love war!

“I love holocausts. I love bloodsheds. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats. Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth. I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of battle. My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces by well-placed sniper rounds. And there is nothing like a tank operator using his mighty vessel to destroy the enemy. And the feeling that comes when a soldier runs screaming from his blazing tank, only to be mowed down by heavy blaster fire, is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of infantry brandish their blades rushing into the enemy line. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into the bloated chest of a long-dead enemy. The sight of deserters being strung up from a street lamp is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing than the sounds made by prisoners of war dropping like flies, screaming in agony as they're mowed down by ear-piercing slugs!”
Some of them laughed in the back, and yet, her speech only started to grow on them, in similar effects as those of a fever.

“When a band of pitiful Mando fighters makes their final stand with nothing but small arms, only to have their city smashed to atoms block by block by 50 ton bombshells... “ Her voice went down, actually displaying her emotions. “I'm in ecstasy.”, more exciting laughs started once again. Her voice went up and down, taming those fools as she had tamed dogs in the past. “I love it when my forces are ravaged by an imperial armored division. It's so sad to see towns and villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs, being laid to waste, their women and children being raped and killed. I love to be squashed under the heel of the Republicans and Confederados war machines. The humiliation as my men crawls around like vermin, ducking the bombs flying overhead. Gentlemen... All I ask for is war, war so grand as to make Hell itself tremble. Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow brothers in arms what is it that you really want? Do you wish for further war as I do?” Her voice went up, bathed with ancient magic, filled with such power that would make a krayt dragon tremble, as she had done in the past. Moving the masses in doing her bidding, in tossing their lives to serving her as nothing more than their slaves. “Do you wish for a merciless, bloody war? A war whose fury is built with iron and lightning and fire? Do you ask for war to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge from this land!?”

The voice of a witch had power, was the first lesson they learned; how to control your body to exert the intent that you desired. Hers was enough to make a man kill his best friend out of the promise of a kiss, and when he was done, Lunafreya would often sink her arm deep inside their chest, pulling out the heart and giving it a small kiss at the beating thing before ripping the life out of them. As of now, she used that ancient art to move their minds, persuade them with nothing but power vibrating out of the female, her speech pervading the room, crawling through the pipes and sinking its claws on the Red Dragon as a whispering of seduction, barely understood by others, only influencing them in the shadows. But inside that room, it felt different to be exposed directly against her will; servants, soldiers, officers, all at once, raised their arms to the ceiling, and gave it to her what she wanted: their devotion.
“Lunafreya! Lunafreya! Lunafreya!”, most of them would howl in the air.
“We love you, my Duchess!”, she heard one of the captains shouting.
“We die for Lunafreya!”, Diabolico bawled towards her feet. And when the cacophony of orchestral sounds had bored her, the witch raised her right hand, not enough to cause any ruckus, just a soothing, intimate touch that made them all fall as silent as the dead. They were all with their eyes locked on her, wondering what would she say, what would she do, with nothing but their attention devoted solely to her every move. Choosing a carefree, honeyed voice of pure beauty, the elzeri female almost whispered when she spoke once again.

Very well. Then war is what you shall have.”, Relieved sighs swept the room she noticed, and her voice once more started to fill itself with power. “We are a clenched fist, ready to strike down all who oppose us with our might. But... After enduring over such shameful betrayal swallowing in the darkness of Bastion, for us, a simple "ordinary" war will no longer be sufficient.” The explosion, or crescendo as some would call it finally came, bawling into their souls to do whatever she wanted. “We need a MASSIVE war! A war beyond any other that human's history has ever known! We are but a single army... The remnants of a defeated order numbering less than a hundred thousand strong. However, I believe that each of you old warriors is equal to a thousand of their sickly soft children! We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million and one men! It is time for them to awake the ones who sent us screaming into oblivion, and who now lie sleeping. Let's drag them out of bed by the hair, and remind them of what we are! We will remind them of what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our jackboots make against their throats. We will remind them that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt of in their vain philosophy. Under my command... we shall burn this world down to ashes.”

Belias turned at the window and became mesmerized with the sight his eyes were now catching as the ship left hyperspace, appearing before Ossus. Causing some of those present to turn towards the glassteel windows, their faces were completely taken with joy, much like hers they were run with a single feeling; ecstasy.
“It’s Ossus! We see the lights of Ossus!”, they cried out, already taken by her spell, bringing a familiar smile to her lips, satisfied with nothing but cruelty.
“Yes, my friends! Soon, Ossus’s charred remains will illuminate the night sky! For I have brought you all back just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite battlefield. Back to our beloved war!” And out of her throat, a cackle of dreadful hatred came one that stirred the dragon’s bowels, reaching the entire ship for those with an ear to hear. Dispatching the troops around the ship as soon as Ossus became closer to their descent.

Lunafreya skimmed her beautiful body at the Meditation Sphere placed to guard one of the two entrances that could lead straight at the Obelisk. The location was perfect, Rufus said when he had suggested that, for it was connected with the corridors that could lead intruders to the right path towards the reactor and even the shield generator, all of them had to pass right there, in front of her. The hour drew near, and inside the oily black sphere, she crossed her legs, siphoning the power necessary to destroy everything that dared stand in her path.
“Soon.”, she said to herself, slowly closing her eyes, with nothing but a smile on her devious lips. She was well-guarded to meditate as Praji dealt with steering the ship,
Diabolico, Belias, Ecliptor, Gentiana, and even Evann were there to watch her take a short doze of vigor before the storm. For this was going to be the storm, the first and the last. Soon, Jedi....”
 
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Unlike Aaran, Auteme was disturbed by the sudden attack. There was enough war in the galaxy; at this point, she was wondering if she'd ever be able to escape it. Some pacifist she was. Blood led to darkness. Violence to more violence.

Despite being inundated in it, she'd never truly adjust to war. While the soldiers and other Jedi donned their armor and checked their weapons, Auteme sat in the far corner of the small transport, twiddling her thumbs. Her jumpsuit didn't make her feel much safer. The Antarian Rangers didn't either. Even Aaran, someone she trusted wholly, didn't shake the deepening of the pit in her stomach.

There were still moments of levity in the most serious of situations. She smiled to Beltran. "Yes, I remember well," she said. "I'm afraid this will be, ah, far more dangerous. Thank you for your bravery, Captain Rarr."

They might be defending Ossus, but it still felt like an attack. The little transport shook and wove. Every tremor made Auteme grip her seat a little tighter. Every tremor, a reminder of all that fear, and just how unqualified she was.

Yet with her first steps onto the ship, the feeling began.


"There's something..."

She felt the darkness. A weapon to break the Jedi below.

She walked. Down the landing ramp, into the hangar.

She stepped too far. A blaster bolt flew past her face.

She ducked.

"I-I'll just follow you!" She squeaked to the captain. For now, her feelings would do her no good -- especially if she lost her head.
 

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You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?

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ORDERS: OPERATION "Supernova"
GOLD TEAM: Azrael(Aien Mueller), Castiel(Zev Tantor)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel(Tauren Saryl), Samael(Tomas Isaacs),
Michael (Laroyce Bromin)
RED TEAM: Gabriel(Ewan Isaacs), Bartleby(Dem Oniqua)
ORDERS:
OVERWATCH: “Seraphim”
Tag: Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Sakadi Marathi Sinvala @Open

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None of them really knew most of the Jedi in the transport, save Master Sinvala and the Captain of Team Paladin so Omega Squad pretty much kept to themselves. Gabriel was going over all of the explosives he was carrying, he was loaded for bear and this was a scary thought as he was carrying an extra 45-50 pounds of weight. The weight was not an issue as they were trained to be able to handle it, but a lot of explosives are a lot of explosives. Bartleby was checking both of their handguns and their rifles. He was carrying his slicing gear and Gabriel's detonators, the demo expert already checked those, twice. Samael was carrying "Bertha", his mini-gun, but this time Michael was as well, Sauriel stuck to his sniper rifle as it was modular but there was not a need for two of them. Castiel had his rifle set to go, but he was also carrying a grenade launcher and was loaded with flechettes and slugs. Azrael was wearing extra armor as he would be pathfinding.

These stoopas think they're going to get away with this. I think not. I don't care about what we're going to face. I wouldn't want to be there with anyone but those on this transport. How copy?

Lima Charlie

Good Copy

Hooah

Kark these mothers...

Hoorah

Lima Charlie...Let's kick their you know whats

When the transport landed and the ramp lowered, they were already in the soup. Team Paladin went their way, they had their objectives. The Jedi were going their way, no doubt they were looking to take the bridge. Omega Squad had their objective, Bartleby wanted to take Engineering, but Gabriel wanted to cause a little chaos getting there. So they went the opposite way, but not before stopping at a computer panel so that Bartleby could slice in and get a layout of the ship. At the same time, Gabriel could set charges to blow the landing bay should things go to pot.

Down the first hallway was a chokepoint, but Castiel was not going to give them a chance to lay the ambush that they wanted as the first two shots he fired were shrapnel grenades at the same time, Michael and Sauriel were coordinating their fire to pin down security and droids. The effect blew half of the hallway as the team cut down a sidepath.

Hold up, I have an idea.

With that, Gabriel, with the enthusiasm of a kid in a toy store and a large gift card began to set charges at an airlock at the same time releasing escape pods and setting more of them. This was, by the looks of things, going to be an "all or nothing" trip. They may not come back, but this ship wasn't going to either.


... yeah, we scare them.

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Nathaniel Wellchoestor

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OBJECTIVE 2
Location: Inside of the Temple, his bedroom
Writing With: Melydia Gold Melydia Gold
ALLIES: SJC and Lightside
ENEMIES: Sith and Darkside
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Nathaniel put down his reading-glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily as he set the paper down on the desk, the light of his holo-terminal shutting down. It had been a long day, and Nathaniel was eager to finally get some sleep, a luxury he had gone without for some time. Nathaniel put his hands on his desk, pushing out his chair arduously and slowly, sluggishly rising to his feet. His legs felt as if they had been put into a meat-grinder, and then thrown into a wood-chipper, walking the same way a dog would "walk" on it's hind legs.

His bed looked like a cloud, and the exhausted padawan craved sleep, his brain felt like walking through fog, as he tried to summon a thought but his cranium failed him.
Nathaniel reached towards his bed, and suddenly, there was a large flash of light that filled his vision, as silence replaced the dull hum of the fan in his room, and then the silence was cut through by the sound of a large boom and rush of fire, as if it was summoned from the netherworld itself.

A large shockwave hit Nathaniel's right-side, tearing his pant leg and causing his already unstable knees to buckle and fold, his head slamming on the dry-wood floor, Nathaniel clutching his ear, a ringing equally loud to the explosion that had just taken place. When the blurriness subsided and Nathaniel once again had proper use of his eyes, a large cloud of smoke continued to fog his vision, as if he had been transported into the haze of his mind itself.

Nathaniel reached up and grabbed unsteadily onto his now incredibly off-kilter sheets, and he used them as a hand-hold to pull himself to standing position once more, and the smoke began to clear and file out of a large, now obvious crater sized hole that had been punched directly through his wall, a large patch of fire covering the bottom portion of the wreck, slowly spreading itself across the dry-wood floor, the gases present in the material acting as tinder for a deadly fire that would soon engulf his entire room. Nathaniel's eyes opened wide, in reaction to what he saw outside. A large Sith invasion force had gathered on the planet, far off cannons hammering away at the Temple's rapidly weakening walls, the glow of red lightsabers visible in the distance, their wielders approaching with murderous intent.

Nathaniel quickly reached down to his side, feeling for his weapon. He felt it, and breathed a sigh of relief. This moment of calm was short-lived, as yet another cannon round slammed into a wall nearby where Nathaniel was standing, jarring him from his semi-induced stupor. Nathaniel darted to the other side of the room, hopping over a patch of fire to his desk, scooping up his cap and placing it on his head haphazardly. Nathaniel wheeled around and dashed through the doorway, the blast-door sliding open painfully slow, his boots reverberating off of the large main hall of the Temple, replaced once again by silence as Nathaniel stepped outside, the cold air hitting his skin. Nathaniel unsheathed his lightsaber, the azure blade igniting, beaming out of the reciver, as the young Jedi assumed a combat stance.

It was time to get to work.
 
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Objective: Communication Blackout
Location: Sentry over the holonet satellite
Allies: Tithon Antilles Tithon Antilles
Enemies: Gir Quee Gir Quee Atlas Drake Atlas Drake Ura Iolar Ura Iolar Okkeus Dainlei Okkeus Dainlei

Korriban defense fleet, those three words still slightly annoyed him as he stared at the holomap of the rather small fleet positioned near the holonet satellite. The level of daring for this operation was erring on foolishness, but the Worm Emperor had faith in it so here they were. "Captain, move the ships into picket formation in line with Admiral Antilles ships. I want fighters scouting the perimeter, intelligence says there will be no enemy resistance off planet." Giving a flat look around the command deck his doubts about intelligence spoke for him.

Watching the cold void of space as the ships moved into position the Sith Lord took a long breath as he turned and walked away. His personal guards filed in behind him as he left the bridge, the almost audible sigh of relief from the ship's Captain escaping through the hiss of the closing lift doors. His place in the invasion wasn't on the bridge, but in a meditation chamber. From there his truth influence could be felt far more then by word alone.

The shadowed walls of his meditation room awaited the Sith, the carvings of dozens of Sith Lords brought to life on every one of them. Settling himself down in the center of the room he closed his eyes and reached out to the fleet with the force sharpening their senses against the inevitable fall to boredom and assurance that they would indeed be let untouched.

Touching a control pad to his right the image of fleet rose up in front of him as he contacted Tithon Antilles Tithon Antilles "My ships are in position, Admiral Antilles. I will keep our minds sharp. The Jedi will come, I am sure of it."


Star Destroyers:
1x SD-9s "Khan" Class Sith Star Destroyer - Asha
Cruisers:​
2x ​
SC-07 "Lussk" Class Assault Cruiser
Fury and Firestorm
Frigates:​
4x ​
SF-13 "Legion" Class Star Frigate
Thunder // Passion's Rise // Dragon // Gauntlet
 
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