The Reclamation of Helska [Sith Empire Dominion of Helska]

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

So his master joined the fray, with loyal Skydd at her back with a scattergun, firing back on anyone aiming for @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]. An orange flurry of light joined with his crimson, and so did the bodycount increase twofold. Her movements were graceful in contrast to his ferocity, her face void of emotion versus his unseen face of delightment as his now dominant demonic side moved through the pirate ranks with ease. Then suddenly he felt an intense pain, causing him to slump to his knees. It was hard to stand, as if his strenght had abandoned him for a brief moment. The sensation he felt was the inner rage returning to its slumber, diminishing his powers and leaving his normal self to deal with the consequences. It could not have come at a less opportune time, here in the middle of a battlefield with enemies all around. His armour felt heavy as he slowly rose to his feet, reigniting his lightsabers. With heavy panting he rejoined the fray, with somewhat less enthusiasm and much more thoughts on his mind serving as distraction. Thyrian decided to remain close to his master, instead protecting her and joining Skydd in taking out those who would target their mistress. He was in no condition to resume his senseless slaughter, but he would still die to defend his Queen.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag nodded in agreement "Pirates are foul and cowardly opponents, traps would not be above them." the Graug sneered as he marched down the cavern of snow and ice. As the two Sith marched, things were oddly quiet within the cavern and Krag could sense they were walking into a trap up ahead. With a slight nod to his apprentice Krag growled "Something is not right, prepare yourself."

 

[Djonas Vile]

Jonas reached for his saber and ignited it into a blade of pure fiery orange. "I am always prepared, master." Jonas smirked as he scanned the interior of the cave with his inflamed pupils. Jonas took slow, quiet steps through the cave. His feet felt for possible traps or mines the pirates could have placed in anticipation of the two Sith's arrival.

@[member="Krag"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag could feel the presence of multiple people up ahead, all hiding within a hanger carved into the ice. The ashen Graug took point, throwing himself into the room and igniting his dark bladed lightsaber. Almost immediately the blaster fire began to pelt the Sith's armor and forced him to quickly call upon the ash of his body to create a thick wall of hardened ash between him and the hail of blaster rounds. "Get in here!" Krag boomed to his apprentice before returning the ash to its heated state and blowing a cloud of superheated cinders towards the enemy combatants.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Jonas quickly reacted and sprinted to his master's side, lightsaber held tightly in his grip. "Today, we bring heat to this arctic planet." Jonas stated fiercly as he spectated his master blowing cinders at the opposition. Jonas roared as he followed the cinders and darted directly at the pirates. Before their blasters could go off, Jonas cut through two of them with little hassle. His blade quickly turned their bodies into burning corpses.

@[member="Krag"]

 

[Hawke]

Did the transmission fail? Maybe he was just to busy dealing with others at the moment. Hawke didn't care all to much. She wasn't subservient to @[member="Gregor Gideon"]. She was an independent raider from another fleet who had the fortune to go where she pleased. How else would this lone ship appear each time another planet was taken by the Sith? It was certainly a privilege, one she abused to gain fame and prestige. It was Sith after all to use all of what is available to you. Hawke radioed for her forces to return to The Paladin with their prizes and return the prisoners to the station for the others to deal with. She did hold her word to Igrethk. Sending a message to the other captains taking charge of them and handing off a personal letter for the man. He should be well taken care of.

"This is The Paladin. We've made our mark at Heleska. We are departing from the sector". Hawke toggled off the comms. It had been a good day for her and the crew. A captured station and a prize pool; without a single shot fired. "Mr. Freedolf. Set a course for Dromund Kaas".

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag stormed forward with his apprentice as the cloud of cinders made it to the enemy. Their skin was burned instantly and the resulting inhaling of the ash and smoke caused their bodies to burn from the inside out. As the pirates died a quick, but very painful death, Krag began chopping down gunman after gunman with violent swings of his blade.


@[member="Jonas Vile"]

 

[Lief]

Kara noticed when her Apprentice went down, not through any physical attack. That meant there must have been something going on within her, but she did not have the time to halt and find out what. She still had pirates to see to, after all. Instead she continued her onslaught against the would-be-defenders, and sensed when Ashborn rejoined the fray. Sadly he wasn't his former self, more of a shell - something they would definitely need to discuss later. But here wasn't the place to discuss the thing she abhorred above all else... Weakness. No, they had a task and a duty, and would fulfil it for the Emperor and the Empire at large. When he fell into step beside her, flanking her the same way Skydd did, she simply nodded her head. Together they would be a force to be reckoned with - Kara, her Tank-of-an-Apprentice and the behemoth droid... Oh, things were beginning to get fun.

@[member='Thyrian Ashborn']

 

[Darth Vazela]

Darth Vazela made his way up the ramp of the Bantha and pressed the button that would retract the ramp back into the Sith Infiltrator and shut it's doors. When he was inside the shuttle, he made his way forwards into the cockpit of the transport and lowered himself into the pilots seat. After he was secured in the chair, he activated the impulse engines. When the ships instruments indicated that the vessel was hovering, did it's pilot retract it's landing clamps back into itself. Then he aimed the ship upwards into the skies and made his way back towards the Obscurity.

 

[Onrai]

More water being pumped into the tanks, more work being done as the various water tanks were filled again.

"This is Circe to the Gorgon. Please, fire your turbolasers at the following coordinates." She listed several locations further west of the current installation. "This should allow us to work on more wells and whatnot. Understood?"

"At once, Mistress Savan."

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

The turmoil going on inside of him had set the Ashborn back for a while, staying close to his master and blocking her from the occasional blaster fire rather than rejoining the fray itself. As his senses became more clear and the dizziness fading from his mind, he was back to his normal self again. A considerable amount of firepower had made it onto the battlefield, with the Imperials and pirates alike deploying tanks and other vehicles of war. One of the pirate heavy machineries was targeting the flurry of lightsabers that was him and his master. "SKYDD!" he roared in the droid's direction, gesturing for him to meet up. Exchanging only a few words with the metallic man, he was flung through the air and onto the tank targeting them. Foregoing utilising his lightsabers in favour of raw strength, he literally tore through the durasteel plating of the tank with his bare hands, which had been put together with flimsy skill. He then removed his gauntlet and proceeded to fill the space within the heavy vehicle with fire and flames, roasting those inside of it alive. The tank crashed into a wall of ice, and the Ashborn jumped off feeling more than a little proud of his achievement. A brief nod to Skydd was made, and the two rejoined the battle.

@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom smiled. It had taken him a while, but he had finally done it. The guns were up and running. "Secondary batallion, send two units out on bikes to attract our pirate friends. Let's show them the new landlords, now that the guns are operational. Fifth squadron, provide cover fire to knight @[member="Krag"] and Mr. @[member="Jonas Vile"]," the time has come for us to advance further into the enemy ranks.

He finished his algorithmic models and smiled. He switch comm frequencies and and quickly hailed Krag. "Knight Krag, the pirates primary base is due 200 meters north, thirteen degrees east of your current position. A team will rendezvous there. Show them what true suffering looks like," he said with a warm, insidious smile.

He sat back. now it was time to watch the fireworks....

 

[Lief]

Picking up the pace at which she was covering ground, the young Umbaran made a wayline towards a flimsy base some several yards north of her current position, eyes and senses fixated on her surroundings to keep alert. When her two shadows broke away she found something strange - it was as though she remembered that she didn't need them there, only that she preferred it. As such a small smile appeared upon her lips, and it was then that she really got into the mindset. While they took down the walker, or whatever the machine was, Kara took out yet more of the pirates, those who got in her way towards the base.

A shot was fired at her arm which burned through the topmost layers of her skin, directed at her from behind it was nigh on impossible for her to defend it. Moments later, however, the owner of the blaster was taken down by Imperial troops, so the Knight drew upon the pain, sucked in a small breath and continued on. There was little she could do for the wound, and for as long as she focused and drew upon the pain she would be fine. Switching the hand with which she held the lightsaber, the young woman pressed on towards the base, throwing away anyone who got too close to her with a flurry of the Force, refusing to let them get close to her... Kara was dead set on bringing down their base of operations.

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Garoth had been ordered to assault a bunker infested with rogue mercenaries.. alone. Such was the ways of staying loyal to your Emperor, he assumed. Oh well, at least he did get a meager chance to survive. Maybe even be victorious, who knows. A lot can happen during a battle. His ship had been covered with snow and ice, to minimize the chance of discovery and now he was just walking up to the base. Waiting for someone to notice him.

Oh he could have gone cloak and dagger and just silently murder everyone there. But.. what was the point? It would be so much more fun to try and get those men to fight for him. Should not be too hard, Force dominate the leader and then just go with the flow. If everything goes as planned at least.

"Hey! Stop you! This is a restricted area, what do you think you are doing."​

And there was the first idiot mercenary already. If he was smart he would have shot Garoth the moment he saw him. Now he was his. Garoth stretched out his senses and noticed that there were four more men standing out of sight. Not that stupid it seems. Carefully putting his arms up in a sign of peace, he grabbed hold of the man's mind and made it his own.

Then he said softly to his thrall.

"You wish to take me to your Leader. You are not sure what to do with me yourself. No harm will come over me."

The man seemed a bit confused at first, but then Garoth's strings of power enveloped his mind completely. Guiding Garoth towards the other mercenaries, they took him inside.

 

[Lief]

Onward to the base she swiftly moved, pulling men to her blade, blasting others away, taking the occasional hit to her arm, her leg, but it didn't matter, her brute determination bore her on. By now her two shadows had returned, which lessened the blows which were dealt against her, and soon she was upon the base like wildfire. She needn't say anything to the pair who followed, they knew the deal here - leave the pirates with nothing to defend them against the cold, nowhere to tend to their wounded. If they did not die by the might of the Empire they would die by the cold.

She did not even care about them submitting to her anymore, she had enough men up on the ships she had taken, no these men were little more than ants to be crushed beneath their feet, resistance would not be tolerated, and they had done enough of that already. Someone who had seen Thyrian's show of fire with the machine dropped to his knees, pleading for his life. He was the first to die, and not painfree either. She cut up through his chest, spilling his innards to the ground which hissed and crackled with his warmth, the snow and ice beginning to bubble and melt around his guts. He was the first, but by no means the last...

Yet Kara had begun to slow slightly, the burns caused by the stray blaster bolts causing her major discomfort, so much so that she let Skydd and Thyrian go on ahead while she halted and tried to steady herself, still drawing upon the pain in order to fuel her... But would it be enough to see her through?

@[member='Thyrian Ashborn']

 

[Arage Bao]

Walking up to the base, Garoth had ample time to figure out a plan. And he had one now. He reached out to the other mercenaries minds and pushed. It took some time, but after a while they broke. They always do. Of course he would still need to keep a connection between them. At least until they were fully in his command. He would walk into the Commander's office, subdue him and then hit the rest of his thralls out cold.

He was not strong enough yet to actively dominate six minds and corrupt them. The best way would be to do it one by one. And that is how he would do it.

Addressing the first man he had influenced he said: "Lieutenant, you wish to bring me to your leader as soon as possible. No delays. And no chit-chat."

Satisfied with his commands, Garoth started to focus on his surroundings. Imprinting the lay-out of the structure in his mind. If something went wrong, it would be smart to have an exit-strategy planned out.

 

[Lief]

And so it began. With the death of one came the death of many, as pirates turned cloak and panicked like craven little fools, scampering away in an attempt to hide from the onslaught they knew was about to befall them. More so than this their prefab-base was set alight upon Kara's command, letting men, supplies and protection alike incinerate within the ice, causing a geyser like effect to surround the encampment. Within the centre of this fire-storm stood the Knight who had instigated it, cutting down any who attempted to flee. There would only be three individuals who left what remained of this base, and one was a droid.

Flames licked the side of her arms, threatening to scorch the skin, but she basked in it (no she's not Danerys) - her skin was already heavily marred, she did not care much for aesthetics and she wasn't so close that it began to blister her skin. It was a comfortable warmth which gave rise to a glower upon her face, the likes of which her cheeks had never contained, what with her heritage. It was a mess, the whole area filled with screams and fire and smoke and spitting water which gushed around the area, only to solidify yards away as crystaline ice. None were free from it...

@[member='Thyrian Ashborn']

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag had just finished slaughtering the last of the pirates in the hanger when @[member="Olom Grihk"] 's transmission came through. The weakling never fought on the front lines, pathetic but he made himself useful at least. Krag stopped his rampage and keyed back into the small creature

"I will get there after I have finished slaughtering the weaklings here."

 

[Lief]

On the flames burned, bright and chaotic against the harsh white background until there was nothing left to fuel them. In the end tatters remained upon the ground, charred corpses and a few live pirates, and at the centre of the storm stood Kara, slightly singed but otherwise functioning well.

"Round up the survivors" she instructed her Apprentice and Skydd as she turned on her heels, walking through the slushy ice which crackled with each footfall. The scent of roasted flesh lingered heavy in the air, sickly sweet aroma. They had all but won this world, the fight was drawing to a close all around them - the resistance had been minimal, futile. They had been crushed, at least on the front Kara had been fighting upon.

With the handful of prisoners in tow, each too weak-kneed and fearful to run or do anything other than follow, or be dragged as the case might be, Kara made her way from the sight of devastation back towards the Imperial Rally Point, having gained two new ships and a whole host of men now bent and broken to her will. Oh, this dominion had been sweet to her.

@[member='Thyrian Ashborn']

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

Stepping through the icy winds of Helska was an intimidating figure, rough mechanized breathing produced visible breath in the frigid temperature. A clawed hand of the figure reached to its hip and grabbed one of the numerous sabers from his belt, this one had three spikes near the end of the emitter, ones that could be used to stab and maim. As he approached the other Sith and their droid ally, a mercenary made the mistake of firing at him.

Marcus moved his head to the side, evading the bolt. He reached out with force and grabbed the man, pulling the mercenary to him and plunging the saber into his neck, the prongs slicing through his flesh, blood dripping onto the snow. Dropping the man Marcus activated his saber, the crimson blade springing to life. He deflected the incoming blaster fire as he moved up alongside Kara and Thyrian. "Mr.Ashborn." Marcus said with a nod, Thyrian wouldn't recognize him by appearance, but the fact that he called him 'Mr.Ashborn' gave away just who he was.