The Reclamation | TSE Dominion of Rhen Var

[Amaya Cardei]

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On the ground, Sith-Imperial Legionnaires took to the surface.

[member="Taeli Raaf"]'s own 173rd deployed under the command of their Legion Master Ranulph Tarkin. The Black Talons spilled from the drop ship's rampart as their banner rose high and their Legion Master directed them. "Rhen Var belongs to the Sith! For Darth Arcanix, for the Emperor!" The voice modulator distorted his voice, it sounded deeper and conveyed the typical Imperial arrogance that they owned this world. Not only did they own it, but they also had the means to prove it. His honor guard led by Warden Primaris Demos who by standard Legion ranks was a Lt. Colonel and commanded an elite squad of soldiers that now moved with Colonel Tarkin.

The Rift Mages tore across Rhen Var's skies, Darth Arcanix's personal TIE Fighter Wing split into their respective squadrons, with Black Squadron charging ahead, Raven and Veil Squadrons split left and right moving to increase their coverage. War machines of the 173rd crested over the snow-capped mountains behind the men that rushed forward in their abyssal colored plastoid armor. Bright crimson-hued blaster bolts sped through the air meeting with their targets with violent intent.

 

[Darth Koaaon]

Troopers raced through the blanket of snow on Rhen Var's surface towards the source of an recent explosion too big to be a simple grenade or crashed ship. Around the bonfire a large group of raiders gathered around it running off with Artifacts, plans, anything of value. The troopers engaged closely followed by Koaaon. Their blaster fire rang out through the incessant blizzard razing everything in sight. The cowards were all fleeing in the same direction too large in quantity to simply tear through.

The heat from the fire would warm up Koaaon a bit bringing a toothy smile to her face she turned her head to the remaining troopers bringing them to attention. "Those brigands have stolen OUR files OUR planet OUR freedom and have attacked OUR emperor! This ends NOW right here on this day at this moment! Were gonna rip into their souls and ambitions their minds and their freedoms and light a FIRE to EVERYTHING they know and cherish." Her eyes turned a bright orange filled with power and fury.

The massing army saluted her and awaited orders bringing a wide eerie grin to her face. "Weeeeee! Okay then allow me to tell you my plan! The enemy is attempting to escape with our things so we must thin them out. To do this we will need precision timing from everyone! First we will advance 18 clicks north to intercept them when we divert their course. You will establish a camp north west of here and attack them they will then head north or east, when they do I will deal with those who head east everyone else will pursue those who head north."

The troopers saluted her and scrambled to carry out her orders. The snow began intensifying as her power did fueled by the raw emotion in the air. They would have to move quickly if they lagged for even a moment the battle could be lost to the storm. Out the corner of her eye two Acolytes sat among the chaos much younger than she was when she began her training. She launched into the air gently floating back to the ground in front of the two a pleasant grin on her face.

"Oooooohhh! Goody! I love children, they always seemed so fascinating to me!"

 

[Amaya Cardei]

Blaster fire became the backbone of death's symphony, all the while the percussion of artillery sounded.

Walkers shook the earth beneath their metallic feet, snow kicked into the air as mud, blood and carnage rippled through in the wake of the Sith-Imperial Legions. They marched forward, ever onward to reclaim Rhen Var on behalf of their Emperor, and for the 173rd for their Dark Lord. Sworn to her allegiance they fought on, the Black Talons showed no remorse in their fighting. Those who suffered here had perchance to become something greater. Acolytes from the Order of Shadows emerged within the rows of void-black armor meeting with any Jedi padawan who dared rise up against them.

More of Darth Arcanix's personal army arrived, along with their equipment but they would not be alone. Men and women from Galidraan arose to the cause, Rhen Var's battle was close enough to Galidraan that the vassal state would now put their new tanks to the test. They were simply known as the Red Coats, the bright red coat that on this day turned out to be plastoid as they charged alongside the Black Talons. Not too far ahead, nearing the Emperor's position would be Alvarex Zambrano and his Blackblades, and with them a host of creatures from the Lady of Secret's own personal labs.

Rhen Var would belong to the Sith Empire once more, whether it wanted to or not.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

By the time Darth Avacyn was finally able to join the fight on Rhen Var, the damage had already been done. The planet had been struck from nowhere with devastating effect, which the Triumvir now witnessed with her own eyes as she marched towards Dreypa's Peak. This was a blow to the empire and it wasn't a minor one, either. Lessons would have to be learned, this couldn't be allowed to happen again. Before that could be done, however, the battle itself was to come to an end first.

Darth Avacyn had arrived, and retribution followed in her wake.

As Dreypa's Peak came closer and closer, the clashing of Light and Dark became clearer in the Force with every step. The Jedi had not yet retreated and suddenly, Avacyn would come to face that fact in a much more direct way. An ambush, two Jedi flanked the woman, forcing her to quickly react. She reached for one of the two lightsaber hilts hanging from her hips and as a green flash slashed at her from the left and a blue one did the same from her right, with a snap-hiss two a red blade flared to life to meet the former. It bought her enough time to pivot away and out of the direct path of both of the Jedi's attacks. She lept backwards, creating space and effectively bringing the fight back to a new start.

"Darth Avacyn," one of the Jedi, a twi'lek male, exclaimed as he recognized her, "may the Force have mercy on your soul."

His words solicited no reaction from the Sith Lady. Instead she took that time to take the initiative, calling upon her wind shaping to create a gust of wind to kick up the snow underneath her enemies' feet before dashing forward with blistering speed and sending out a flurry of strikes towards the human female. The Jedi's own blade managed to catch the first two strikes, but she was unable to match Avacyn's speed. The third strike found purchase, slicing off most of her right arm and leaving her defenseless.

Before she could strike out again, however, the twi'lek struck out towards Avacyn. She was given no choice but to react, raising up her own blade to meet it. He, however, had left himself open in that moment. The redhead brought up her right hand and from it a blast of fire came forth, looking to engulf the Jedi.

 

[BobertEZ]

Location: Dreypa's Peak
Objective: Drepya Awakens
Star Date: Unknown, before augmentations
Nearby: [member="Lark"] | [member="Darth Skodd"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]

"Sith bastard!" were the last words a particularly stubborn Jedi yelled before finding the massive lightsaber of Raptious piercing his head through his nasal cavity.

Long had the day worn on, so much so that even Raptious had become winded and drenched in sweat. Dozens of Jedi and Sith lay dead at their feet and scattered around the fortress, testaments to a war of attrition that the Sith Lord was all to happy to partake in. It was a glorious day to be Sith, to be a warrior.

The Kiffar woman, Shorcrow, had been spared and sent through the haze above to the nearest dreadnought to be locked in the brig and await the return of Raptious who parried a sudden single-handed downward swing from a Kel Dor Jedi that appeared from outside their peripheral vision. The two traded a series of strikes, each blocked and rebuked and dodged, before the Jedi ducked a wild swing and rolled to a defensive stance five feet on the right from the Sith.

"I expected more than that from a beast such as you," the man uttered, his voice reverberating like shaking metal.

"Well, I can give you what you expect if you give me a name," Raptious responded with a heavy pant and sigh.

The Jedi struck the ground with his lightsaber, green and luminescent like the nightly moon, and cracked his neck, "I am Aug Deim. And yo-"

The Jedi was interrupted by Raptious throwing their weapon dead center, the lightsaber piercing through the unsuspecting Jedi's chest. The Kel Dor grunted once in disbelief and crumpled to the ground as the saber was pulled back into Raptious's awaited hands.

The Sith laughed loudly and shrugged their shoulders whilst turning to the sudden arrival of Darth Avacyn, "You wanted to face a bigshot, I take it? Names Rapti-ah, you can't hear me anymore."

Raptious then began sauntering over to the the duel between Avacyn and the two Jedi. It was impressive and full of skill, but still relatively one sided if the armless woman was any indication. Someone would take care of them soon if they noticed the inconsequential mouse who painfully stumbled like a drunkard. The fight between the Twi'Lek and the Darth, however, became more interesting by the second as it seemed the Jedi had the Sith on the ropes. Until the fire spewed forth from her hands.

 

[Lark]

Location: Dreypa's Peak
Objective: Dreypa Awakens
Nearby: [member="Lorale Farmar"] [member="Darth Skodd"] and maybe others

A powdery substance fell from the sky, Lark couldn't tell whether it was ash or snow. The battle had been fierce, for hours he had been lying in wait for Jedi foolish enough to reinforce their comrades, or commit an error even more unwise and attempt to flee. He'd strike from whatever position was more advantageous, whether that be from a few dozen meters above the ruins or shrouded within the rubble of the collapsing temple. Lark would use all manner of trickery to slaughter his more noble opponents, including shattering pillars that kept ancient stone standing and forcing the ancient debris to crush his opponents. Heaps of gore and splintered bone marked where Lark had made his presence known, his eyes watched potential routes for reinforcement like a hawk tracked its prey.

But after a few hours of his ambush tactics, Lark had begun to run out of columns to drop down onto the Jedi. A more traditional approach to battle was required. That was fine, Lark had been trained by one of the finest swordsmen in the galaxy, and his prowess with the Force could not be shrugged off. And if the worst were to happen and Lark found himself facing odds that could not be overcome, he always had the wicked Necronomicon that was chained to his hip. Using that haunted tome he could summon all manner of unholy beasts, at the cost of his own sanity.

But he had made it his mission to know what could not be known, so such punishments did not concern him. At the moment, all that concerned him was the thrill of eliminating the Jedi within Dreypa. The time for commando tactics had passed, now was the hour of pure and absolute bloodshed. Drawing his sword, Lark charged into battle without a moment of hesitation.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

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The Battle in the system continued as the forces under Commodore Almeyda's command continued their assault.

By now the Sith had taken some casualties the fight turned bitter now as the numbers began to even out. Almeyda refused to yield her orders were made and the ships began to move once more escorts rushed to their duties as enemy fighters fell prey to the shrapnel that awaited them. A cacophony of destruction as the Sith pushed forward pressing their advance, the opposition began to feel the burn of the heavier turbolasers. Mass driver cannons that missed their mark sailed perilously onward toward the planet below the sounds of death consumed by the vacuum until they too met with Rhen Var's atmosphere. Also in the system by this point were vessels of the Seventh Fleet, and most notably the Elidibus alongside the Serran as the twin powers let loose not just their arsenal but their fighters as well.

The sight of reinforcements spurred the battered Fourth Fleet their morale shifted knowing that the fight would shift once more into their hands.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Ruins of the Temple of Ice​

Wearing: Sith Imperial Cadet Uniform​

Wielding: Sword of Omens | Lightsaber​

[ darth lolcat theme ]​

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“They only have power over you because you let them!”

The young Cathar's ears flattened back again, his tail standing on end even as he tried to downplay the irritation that he felt at the girl's suggestion that he let the adults have authority. "O rly," the boy muttered lowly, as he watched while the girl took up her icy, snow mound of a soap box and, from on high, commanded the attention of the stormtroopers.

It was super ineffective.

Crossing his arms, the boy's ears flopped forward, his tail swishing smugly behind him as he watched the girl hop down and seem lost.

Then the girl seemed to panic, her hands patting across her waist like an acolyte who'd just shown up to lightsaber practice and realized that they'd forgotten their lightsaber. Not that he'd ever done that. More than three times. Maybe five.

She'd looked at him and asked if he'd heard that. "Heard what?" the Cathar uttered, at a loss. All he heard was the wind. But the girl said something about their job to protect the Imperials and was running off.

"Hey, wait!" the boy called out, but it was too late. She was vanishing into the falling snow.

Seriously? He was pretty sure they were walking over the graves of dead Jedi. Or Je'daii. Or whatever the Je'daii had come from. There was no telling just what kind of Force mysticism or light-sided Bantha poodoo they were going to encounter here. Visions? Hallucinations? Was there a Jedi version of Korriban undead?

Anyway, the point was that running off chasing random sounds was probably the quickest way into some kind of Force vision mindbomb. Assuming Force vision mindbombs were even a thing. Which, if they weren't, they should be. And now he knew what he'd be working on later. Because Force vision mindbombs just sounded really cool.

The Dark Side swirled around the child, his eyes closed as the boy began to chant in the language of the Sith. "Tadti' uynsutu diâ tnozi ki manasi," he intoned quietly, his words seemingly stolen away by the harsh winds into an abyssal darkness. Then the darkness began to move, shadows moving in an unnatural way, as a bird-like form began to take form. As the Sith Familiar that [member="Taeli Raaf"] had guided the boy through creating appeared, the Cathar made a gesture with one hand -- propelling the carrion-like bird to take flight and pursue after where the pink-haired girl had run off.

Whether it was Force ghosts or actual rebels, the familiar would be able to see a lot better in this white, fluffy chit than Micah could.

Though, all things being equal, he was kinda hoping for an undead army of Jedi Force Ghosts. Because how cool would that be?

Conceptually, anyway.

[member="Funami Teriyaki"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

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The twi'lek screamed out in horrifying fashion. Skin melted from the intense heat as the fire spread across his entire body and even still, Darth Avacyn showed an unsettling level of disregard towards his suffering. Blazing red eyes pierced through the Jedi's as he recoiled backwards, letting his lightsaber drop into the snow, which extinguished as it fell. Words weren't necessary, that one short moment of eye contact revealed Avacyn's thoughts in the purest fashion. There was no mercy to be gained, any Jedi to cross her path would receive death and nothing but death.

Avacyn stepped forward and brought up her lightsaber to strike down the twi'lek but before landing the final blow she caught the human Jedi in the corner of her eye, running straight at her despite being unarmed. She was about to crash into the Sith Lady when with a flash of red she came to a stop. With a single jab of her blade Avacyn pierced the Jedi's heart. In her final moments she too got to gaze into the eyes of the Triumvir, ablaze with the Dark side.

The blade was extinguished for a mere moment and the woman's lifeless body fell into the snow, leaving only the twi'lek. He had not ceased his wails of anguish but he would finally be quiet once more as Avacyn beheaded him with a sweep of her lightsaber, letting his burning corpse collapse in similar fashion. As though nothing of note had transpired, she turned towards the ruins of Dreypa's Peak once more. Before her then, stood another of the Sith. Despite towering over her, not quite doubling her height but a giant nonetheless, the Triumvir paid that fact little mind.

"Our work is not yet done. We musn't dally."

[member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Darth Skodd"]​

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

A good little Sithling, it was her duty to help the blind commoners who lacked the touch of the Force. Eradicating enemies of the Empire was also her duty! Not that she cared much about either, but both served as a good enough excuse to enter the ruins. In her mad dash for the dead city someplace ahead, she had probably violated countless protocols and ancient traditions while leaving the living several snowstorms behind. With no backup in sight, she would be all on her own. Nobody to get in her way or slow her down except for the overwhelming torrents of snow. That deep, chilly snow, gnawing at her legs in hope of slowing the acolyte’s progress.

Driven by a vision of power, she pushed forward.

But most of all, the girl wanted to get her greedy little hands on some pretty artifacts. Countless generations of Jedi and Sith had crafted ingenious pieces of apparel imbued with the Force, able to amplify certain abilities or boost their connection to the Force. Woefully unaware of how Sith alchemy worked and thus unable to bake a few fancy accessories of her own, the Sith child lusted after long lost treasures, eager to control their power. Greed took hold of her little black heart, urging the child to continue and never look back.

Like a shadow, a being steeped in the Dark side and draped in black robes landed in her path and declared her love for children with an inappropriately sweet grin widening on her face. The unnaturally pale complexion indicated the corrupting influence of the bad side had taken its toll on the woman’s body. Little legs reached a halt before delivering the pink-haired child way too close to the stranger. While quite used to Sith lords melting at her cute appearance, the Sithling had never experienced anyone being outright weird about it. Creepy! Funami winced and her lip curled in disgust.

“Whoa! Watch it, lady!” Funami jabbed an accusatory finger at the woman. “J-just because I'm small does not make me a kid! I'm a trained Sith! So don’t get any weird ideas!”

Planting her tiny fists on her hips, the child glowered at the tattooed Sith with intensity and refusal to yield it almost ruined Funami’s cute appearance.

[member="Darth Koaaon"] | [member="Micah"]​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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New ships began to materialize in the sky, dark sleek shapes that cut a harrowing silhouette as they passed through the clouds. Landing gear extended as firm, stable ground was found. Boarding ramps slammed down with a resounding echo, black-plated soldiers rushing out with weapons drawn and already locked on enemy targets in the distance. Blaster fire erupted on the mountainside, a cacophony of violence that left dozens dead in their wake.

The Blackblades had arrived.

Far and above them was their Lord, their Master, the Emperor of the Sith. His rage manifested hungrily, coiling off him as bolts of electricity that left corpses charred and smoldering in the blood-slicked snow. Bodies were strewn about, tossed like rag dolls through the air with a flick of his finger, smashed against rocks, and contorted in the air before discarded.

"Witless worms, face the wrath of an Emperor!"

His impertinent cries could be heard across the mountainside, carried by the wind and reverberating off other stronger surfaces. Soon enough more of his Guardsmen came to his aid, trudging through thigh-deep snow to reach him.

"Supreme Excellency, the insurgents have been routed and they're fleeing into the caves. Several squads have been dispatched with flamers to burn them out."

"At last, some good news. Do not give them an inch, I want them dead!"

"Imperius!"

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

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Yavin 4​

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The whistle of the kettle broke Jorryn away from her work related trance, pulling her eyes away from the holo-computer resting on her lap to turn towards the kitchen. Her hand shoved the glasses out of the way as she began to rub her eyes, the feeling of coming out of her concentration tiring her. The reports from Rhen Var seemed to never stop and it was the Echani's duty to organize them into a proper report that would be handed up the chain of command.

Trim the fat and give the higher-ups what they wanted to see.

The glasses were removed from her face, then slowly and tiredly placed besides the holo-computer resting on the table in front of her before she stood up to outstretch her limbs and let out a yawn. The Sith didn't even remember how long it had been since she had taken a break, the darkness outside of her apartment window telling her that the dead of night had fully taken over.

Jorryn had been working for many days straight to sort out the reports before finally being allowed to bring the work back to her home with her. She hadn't been able to sleep since coming back and she had ran out of all the stimcaf she had left. This time instead, she decided to break into the special blend that she had made for whenever she had any Lords or those of suitable rankings over for any official business. It wasn't as amazing as her tea yet, but the caffeine of the caf would help keep the Echani up until these karking reports stopped coming in.

"Now where did I put th-"

The skin below her eyes pulled at her so hard, the Sith had begun to whisper to herself in order to keep her thoughts straight. Fortunately the Echani always kept her Alderannian press in the same spot, her favourite method of making caf. Then she pulled the wooden case from the corner of her kitchen, the old tree from Eshan always a pleasant feeling to the girl. Unclasping the box, Jorryn took a moment as she shut her eyes to take in a deep breath of the caf. She stayed hovering over it, the comforting aroma of it calling her to keep her eyes closed and rest on the counter for just a few minutes.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

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The 173rd pushed through enemy lines as artillery and mortar shells landed around them.

Massive war machines punched through the snow forming clouds of white dust in their wake. In return, they were met with brutal hellfire and the blood of the Legionnaires stained the pure alabaster earth beneath them. Body parts severed and heads lopped from their bodies as the brutality of war reared itself through the front lines. Colonel Tarkin, known as the Legion Master urged his troops ever forward. The Sith Empire's banner unfurled in the wind, and beside the Legion Master were his Wardens, gripping their weapons and holding their positions as the Black Talons held their line. By now they could see the troops loyal to Darth Avacyn as they waved their banner high on an opposing hill, and before them lay the Blackblades the tip of the Sith-Imperial sword come to pierce through the shield of their enemy.

421st Legionnaires the Crimson Lance under the command of Colonel Dido, "we will finish this, all for one and one for all - CRIMSON LANCE, ADVANCE!" Her distorted voice sounded boisterous with an air of ferocity not yet heard. Clad in red plastoid armor their high powered slugs burst forth from the muzzles of their guns. As like sirens their weapons drew the attention of their enemies who heard but the song of death as the slugs found purchase leaving blood and destruction behind.

[member="Kaalia Pavanos"]

 

[Agent Wendigo]

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<:: Wendigo, this is command.
<:: Operation is a green light, proceed. Out.

Of course, the relay of communications had been far too late-- Wendigo had already started.

There was a distinct difference between what was going on some distance above their heads, sheltered by the metallic hallways that kept the very earth they had been built into from filling the hollow and reoccupying the space that had been filled with equipment; hidden from public eyes and kept willingly from those whose interests didn't belong. Yet as the turmoil rumbled in the ruins of Dreypa's Peak, the facility that sat beneath it felt the tremor of explosions had little time for gander or spectacle; the conflicts of the past had seemingly left the facility abandoned for a time yet... Where there had been Imperial personnel before, the empty hallways had been replaced with the footsteps of trespassers. The Coalition, no doubt having found access to the facility's labratories and adjacent supporting rooms, had since sent down a squad of their best men to recover whatever Sith secrets were stashed away or had been unable to be deleted in the times following the fall of the Fortress.

Nobody save for a few top officials knew what had been hidden away down there; what good were secrets if they had fallen into the hands of their sworn enemy? Something had to be done.

The shaft that the Agent had slipped in through thanks to the lack of a working elevator was already painted with the ruthless effiency of the Sith Empire's janitor. Two Coalition operatives already lay dead, impact wounds of Wendigo's weapons of choice leaving a pool of blood around their figures. It was seldom that an infiltration went wrong, at least from the Agent's previous experiences but alas, he was still fresh from the womb compared to some of his peers. Wendigo was certainly a strange man from a strange place-- His history and previous assignments scrubbed down beneath secrecy for reasons noneother than the security of some of the Empire's more questionable deeds and the man who saw them through. As that black-clad figure slipped onto his feet and took up a firm grasp upon the suppressed weapon that had since been used to eliminate two hostiles, the Agent began his push into the facility--

Two down. Eight to go.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Its always a pain when the vacation you were promised winds up interrupted by a mission briefing.

Vaulkhar had been summoned days prior to the assault on Rhen Var alongside his hulking clone, Drachau. He was not particularly fond of the beast, but he knew the importance of the creature and its duties to the empire. While he would of preferred to handle the mission alone, he was ordered to lead the beast as a separate strike force to eradicate the rebels once their line broke and the retreat began. It was neither an honorable or difficult task, but it was ultimately one the Dark Lord had tasked his Wrath with concluding. And to ignore a direct order from the emperor had many consequences, each one more horrific than the last. As such, he stood side by side with the Bastard and stared out at a sea of fleeing soldiers. Though the Blackblade soldiers were competent and meticulous killers, their large forms and heavy armor offered a disadvantage when chasing down targets like the ill-equipped rebels.

With a raised hand, Vaulkhar pointed in the direction of a gathering mass. His HUD lit up with information, informing him of his brother's presence within the throng of Blackblades. The unfortunate twist was the number of diminishing, black plated warriors and growing rebel forces. While the vast majority sought to flee into the cave system, it appeared a large enough number considered a final stand a worthy enough goal. One they very much could have one, if not for the sudden arrival of doom.

Two bodies, silhouetted by the night sky, fell from an overhead dropship.

Vaulkhar moved silently, even as he crashed into the earth below. Dust and sand were kicked up as small fissures cracked out from below him. He weaved between the opposing forces, his lightsaber making quick work of the rebel filth with each swing. Perhaps a dozen were felled as he worked his ways towards his brother. Eventually, he stepped up beside Alvarex and offered the warrior a nod.

"Evening, Alvi. The cavalry has arrived."

[member="Sith Muse"]​

 

[Lark]

Silvery snow was daubed with smears of blood, the frigid ground served as an ashen canvas, telling a story of the Sith massacre of the Jedi. Corpses lay defiled and mutilated beyond recognition, and as Sith reinforcements come to aid in the suppression of those irrational enough to challenge the Empire Lark took a moment to gather himself and take note of his surroundings. The Jedi were retreating, but he wanted to be sure he wasn't pursuing them into a trap. The wrath and fury of battle could be intoxicating, and the Sith were guilty of indulging themselves in a bit of carnage when they felt the desire.

But as the dark shadow of the Emperor engulfed the ruins on Rhen Var and troops led by the Lady of Defiance ripped through what few Jedi remained, Lark knew that the battle was entering its terminal stage. There was no salvation for any who tread against them. As [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] and [member="Lorale Farmar"] continued the fight, Lark too surged back into the fray.

The vermin sought refuge in pits and caverns worthy of their putrescence. The caves they fled within would serve as their graves instead of their safe haven. Lark followed them into those dark depths, and if one listened closely, over the sound of blaster fire and collapsing ruins, one might hear the death throes of his prey. Their screams were like an orchestra echoing off the damp cave walls, a cacophony of wondrous ecstasy.

[member="Sith Muse"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]​

 

[Drachau Zambrano]

Heavy breathing escaped the horned-monstrosity as it stared out at the mass of fleeing rebels. Red burned within its hateful gaze as it began to imagine a sea of blood washing over the battlefield, one in which the Bastard would stride to its cold heart's content. It hungered for the coming slaughter, its form growing tense the closer the dropship grew to the battle. It hated waiting, it sought to be unleashed on the innocents below. It would know a glorious battle this day, in the name of the glorious Dark Lord. But even as excitement and tension bubbled within him, it could not help but stare hungrily at the smaller form of Vaulkhar beside him.

More than it wanted to slaughter the foolish rebels below, it wanted to tear into the smaller Sith. His form being torn asunder by the beast's superior strength, only to bathe the Bastard in glorious crimson brought his hunger to a burning crescendo.

As their ship finally flew over the drop site, Drachau stepped out and over the edge. It roared a beastly noise, fear raining down around it as it rocketed towards the ground. A loud crash could be heard as rock cracked and exploded outward from the site of its impact. The crimson saber burned to life as the infernal monstrosity gripped the weapon tight and cleaved from left to right. While Vaulkhar fell amidst a break in the line and worked his way to Alvarex, Drachau instead landed where the fighting was at its most brutal.

A score of rebels died as it bellowed out a bass filled laugh, its saber bringing only a swift and efficient death to the men and women before it.

[member="Sith Muse"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

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Darth Avacyn's march towards the ruins of Dreypa's Peak continued, though resistance seemed to have dissipated. The empire had struck out in force and the Jedi and those who stood with them had finally been overwhelmed. The reclamation of Rhen Var was at hand.

That fact was made very clear when the voice that the Triumvir easily recognized as Darth Carnifex's thundered across the mountainside. This was not the time to relent quite yet, however. The battle was only over once the last of the insurgents had been wiped out. No matter which direction she walked in the wind was always in her back and the snow melted underneath her feet so that it would not slow her down. The elements themselves were bent to her will.

"Milady."

Her approach continued, until her comms sprung to life. The voice that addressed her belonged to Colonel Dido, commander of the 421st Legionnaires known as the Crimson Lance. Avacyn came to a halt. "Colonel."

"The insurgents have retreated into the caves around the mountainside. We have begun our final offensive."

The Sith Lady now had an explanation why things had turned quiet. "Very well. Finish them, then rendezvous with me."

"As you wish, milady. It shall be done."

The comms went quiet once more and Avacyn took a moment to reorient herself. When she spotted a cave she began to move once more, now with a new destination. If vermin had to be cleaned out from every single crevice on the planet, then it would be done. They all had to die and the Triumvir would not rest until then.

 

[Darth Koaaon]

“J-just because I'm small does not make me a kid! I'm a trained Sith! So don’t get any weird ideas!”

The girl placed her hands on her hips in disapproval as if she wasn't what she appeared to be. Her appearance and power in the force indicated that she was a child but even then there were many cases where the force flowed strangely around an individual, being from Dathomir no one understood that feeling better than Koaaon. Everything about her and the force was unorthodox. Her training, her usage and most importantly the effects it had on her, it was power...perhaps one of these artifacts held the secret to that power.

But that was for later for now she would have to deal with this impudent childs whims. She wasn't annoying as such but it's better to deal with it now instead of later when she is faced with a more powerful less tolerant Lord of the Sith. Koaaon cleared away some of the snow on the ground and got down on her knees to adjust to the child's height.

"Now listen to me we have an important mission and we have been doing it for hours don't you think it's better if we raise some of the tension hm?"

She pat the girl on the head twice and rose to her elevated position and began walking off towards the post she assigned herself. But before walking out of eardrum shell she turned back towards the two children side by side and met their gaze.

"Oh and by the way if take any artifacts from the Jedi once you've defeated them the relic might kill you!"

She gave the two a small little chuckle before vanishing into the incessant snowfall. Deep within the storm Koaaon could hear footsteps seemingly coming from someone running desperately trying to escape whatever fate awaited them. That could only mean Jedi. The woman had to cover her mouth with both of her hands to keep from giggling with glee, her face turned a bright red and it almost got to the point where she was foaming at the mouth. The freedom of battle and the control you could bind on others was enough to bring someone to the brink of tears. Koaaon always had trouble keeping her emotions under control but sometimes going insane as unavoidable. At least there was no one around.

Like a shadow among darkness Koaaon slipped away from view of the naked eye using the force. She raced towards the group at breakneck speed targeting the leader of the group first and foremost. From the shadows a hilt was placed against the males chest and out spewed a fiery red blade piercing his heart and causing him to collapse on the spot. The rodian and the human girl behind him stopped dead in their tracks and ignited cyan and green sabers frantically searching for the force encased lord of the Sith. Revealing herself to the two in front of them she launched her saber through the rodians chest dashing for the girl visibly taken back by her speed and agility. Koaaon kicked the Jedi in the face and recalled her saber plunging it through the staggering woman's head through the floor of her mouth.

"Weeeee! This is so much FUN!"

[member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Micah"]​

 

[Agent Wendigo]

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Each path led to more questions that Imperial citizens would ask... Or the Coalition recovery team. Wendigo knew that those questions had to remain unanswered.

It wasn't until the Agent slipped into one of the first labratories that he encountered his first group of hostile ponderers. Three Coalition troopers wandered around the derelict hub of research, occasionally talking into their commlinks as they went about recovering the data that they had no doubt been sent to recover from the clutches of the ever-spanning Sith Empire, their enemies. Wendigo took to a low crouch behind one of the long-stretching tables that had various pieces of scientific and technological equipment scattered across its surface, thankfully having been unnoticed by the three troopers that he had somehow prowled into. Still the communications poured from the Coalition-aligned soldiers as they attempted to establish contact with their command;

<:: General, this is 2-7; data recovery roughly fifty-six percent complete, holodisks are secure. Will regroup with 2-Actual once data transfer is complete...
<:: Gregor, status on the shaft?
<:: Gregor? Gregor re-

Wendigo had heard enough. As he peaked around the surface of the table that he found cover behind, several suppressed shots echoed throughout the labratory and the subsequent hallways that connected to the once-used facility of progress; now to become nothing more than a tomb. The relaying trooper was killed by the salvo of shots, warranting the yells of alarm from his comrades as they raised their rifles in a scramble and began to return fire. The Agent, knowing full well that he couldn't let their data retreival go as planned nor allow whatever was on those holodisks fall into enemy hands, began to traverse along the solid block of cover as blaster bolts caused sparks to fly and the glass dividers that made up the doors to shatter. Under normal circumstances, the Agent would simply have pulled himself up and gunned down the two hostile agents but alas, their combined suppressing fire from the blasters made showing himself a sure-fire way to wind up dead-- And the Sith didn't need Wendigo dead, they needed him alive and able to complete the mission-- Despite being under fire, the Agent remained calm and collected as he took stock of his surroundings and ways to proceed, if only to be disrupted by a yell from one of the Coalition troops;

"Izak, take the disks! Get them back to Actual!"

Now the race was on as one less blaster fired on his position, leaving the engagement just one-to-one, man-to-man. Yet as engaging and enjoyable a duel would have been, the fact that the disks were now on the move with heavy footsteps racing through the hallways only meant that if Wendigo didn't act soon, that intel might as well have been in the enemy's grasp. It was a gamble that the Agent had to take, falling onto his side and shouldering the stock of his suppressed weapon to fire a choice shot into the exposed foot of the enemy contact, causing him to fall down and expose himself to Wendigo's steely gaze; with the addendum of another few choice shots, twice in the torso and a single round to the head, the Agent got to his feet and began to persue the runner, the clatter of gear and booted feet against the metallic surface beneath him and the one who fled merely gave each other the whereabouts of one another. Slowly but surely, Wendigo was catching up.

Two down. Six to go.