Public The Shadow Raid

[Darth Callidus]

Location: Sedesia System | Bridge of the Umbral Claw | Temple of Solace
Tags: Darth Imperius Mellifluous Magenta Lady Falentra Lord Dvasius Kahlil Noble Silas Westgard Lady Varokscar Valery Noble Drystan Creed Serina Calis

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The bridge of the Umbral Claw was a study in menace and majesty. Obsidian walls glimmered faintly in the dim light cast by holo-displays and faint embers, while jagged crimson runes etched into the deck pulsed in rhythm with the ship's core. At the very center of this dark sanctum stood a throne of jagged stone and searing fire, a monument to power and pain, its edges licked by flames that neither charred the stone nor burned the figure seated upon it.

Darth Callidus reclined in her throne, her presence a storm of dark energy that coiled through the room like smoke. Amber eyes, sharp as razors, scanned the gathered crew and flicked intermittently to the void beyond the transparisteel viewport. Her raven-black hair, pulled into a severe braid, gleamed faintly in the light of the flickering flames. She was clad in her customary black and crimson robes, interwoven with armor plating that hugged her lithe frame, her dual lightsabers resting on her belt like coiled vipers awaiting their master's command.

Anticipation coiled like a serpent in the air, its presence palpable, though none felt its bite as keenly as Darth Callidus. Each glimmer of starlight whispered promises of triumph, each streak a reminder of the inexorable tide of her ambition. For months, she had orchestrated this moment, her plans as intricate and unyielding as the web of a predatory spider. Every detail of the assault had been scrutinized, recalculated, and forged in the crucible of her relentless mind. Her messages had snaked their way across the galaxy, some cloaked in honeyed words to entice potential allies, others sharpened with threats that cut to the quick. Those who resisted her will had been broken or coerced, their resistance crushed beneath the weight of her purpose. She would not stand alone this day against the Jedi.

Callidus did not merely prepare for victory; she willed it into being. Failure was an alien concept, a phantom that had no place in her universe. As the stars streamed past, her lips curled into the faintest smile, sharp and cold as a blade's edge. This was not hope she felt—it was certainty. Today, her enemies would kneel or burn. She would see her goal achieved, not because she wished it, but because she had made it so.

The Umbral Claw emerged from hyperspace with a shudder, accompanied by an assortment of support ships that formed a grim procession behind the flagship. Sleek frigates, bulky troop transports, and agile starfighters drifted into formation, their arrival coordinated with precise discipline. The fleet held its position just beyond the range of the Temple of Solace's long-range sensors, their emergence from hyperspace carefully plotted to put the Sith fleet behind a satellite of the world. The fleet of Sith vessels were consumed by the shadow cast by the moon, only the glow of their engines visible as the ships regrouped for the next stage of the operation.

Callidus stared at the holographic image displayed before her, the planet they were hidden from growing larger and larger until the image broke through the atmosphere of the planet, and plummeted towards the valley between two mountains. The Temple of Solace, nestled deep within a vast forest, was an unseen target—for now. The fleet's positioning bought them time to assemble and prepare, an advantage Darth Callidus intended to exploit.

She looked around the bridge at those who had joined her for this part of the journey. Her messages had found many willing ears; fellow Sith eager in one way or another to take part in this strike. She inclined her head to them all, both new and old comrades to her, before turning back to the task at hand.

Her voice, cold and resonant, cut through the stillness as she activated the holocommunicator embedded in her throne. A large holographic display flickered to life before her, projecting the forms of her allies and fleet commanders as they joined the transmission.

"Brothers, sisters, and seekers of power," she began, her tone rich with conviction. "Today, you stand on the cusp of greatness. The Jedi, with their hollow dogma and suffocating morality, have held this galaxy in their grip for far too long. But now, we—you—shall be the storm that shatters their sanctuary, the shadow that extinguishes their light."

Her gaze swept over the crowd, those present already and those entering the bridge should they wish it, and those viewing through the transmission, her expression cold yet electrifying. "You have chosen to join me this day, not out of obligation, but because you see the truth. You see the rot within their walls, the lies behind their serenity. And for that, I commend you. You are not followers—you are harbingers of change."

Callidus's voice grew sharper, more fervent, the fire of her passion unmistakable. "For those who hunger for spoils, the treasures of their sanctum will be yours to claim. For those who crave glory, your names will echo in history as the ones who toppled our sworn enemies within the New Jedi Order. And for those who demand blood..." Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "You shall have your fill, for their screams will ring in your ears, their blood will stain your blades, and their defeat will be your triumph."

Darth Callidus's amber eyes narrowed to predatory slits as her tone dropped to a chilling whisper, the kind that seemed to seep into the bones. "And yet," she began, her voice laced with a venomous sweetness, "should any among you falter—should the weight of destiny prove too heavy for trembling hands—I will understand." She let the words hang for a heartbeat, her gaze like a blade sliding over each face. "Failure, after all, is an opportunity—a lesson to be carved deeply into the flesh, etched into the soul. And I, as ever, am a patient teacher." Her lips curled into a smile that was too sharp, too cruel, as if savoring the thought of delivering such a lesson. "So I implore you, my dear allies, do not disappoint me. I would hate to waste such... potential." The unspoken promise of retribution lingered in the air, chilling as a shadow falling over the heart.

She deactivated the holocommunicator, leaving her words to hang in the air like a specter. Her gaze returned to the viewport, where the fleet's vessels maneuvered with precision, forming up for the coming assault. In the silence, her gloved hand rose to adjust the golden clasp of her cloak, a gesture of idle thought.

"Bring him in," Callidus said, turning her gaze towards the two Evocati Legionaries standing at the entrance of the bridge. The soldiers bowed their head, stepping through the threshold of the bridge for a moment. They returned, dragging between them the bruised and bloodied figure of a Jedi Padawan, the young twi'lek groaning as he was thrown to the ground before Callidus's throne. Callidus leaned forward in her throne, looking down at the Jedi with a dark smile spreading across her face.

"Now, I believe you were going to tell me the frequency you and your little friends use to cloak your Enclave," Callidus said, arcs of lightning beginning to cascade between her fingers.

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Hello all! This is just the opening post to set the stage for the coming battles. For the Sith among you interested in this story, you can either be aboard the Umbral Claw with Callidus or on your own ships brought in, once everyone has made a post we will get things rolling. For our Jedi friends, and other good guys types, you can either start on the temple grounds or in space, or wherever you wish honestly. If anyone has questions please don't hesitate to message me to help clear things up!

 

[Darth Imperius]

Allies: Darth Callidus | Open
Engaging: Open

Darth Imperius commended Callidus for her target and her thorough research with the captured padawan. It was an operation that would breach the wall and open opportunities to strike and eradicate the Jedi with relatively minor effort. This was not a military show of force, it was a testament of will, a clash of nature against its perverted defenders. In his years with the Imperials and Eternals his duties removed him from fighting the Alliance and their lackeys directly, there were more pressing enemies. More capable ones. But now, the Jedi were the obstacle that prevented the Galaxy from achieving its natural order.

It took neither negotiation nor convincing for Darth Callidus to acquire the Dark Lords aid for this. It was a minimal expenditure with maximal effect and just the opening of the floodgate. Violence would decide the victor, as it always did. Conflict was life. The Jedi considered it a last resort and yet fought, battled and committed atrocities just as any other person of the military would. Victory by any means necessary. It was in their blood just as in his, but he was not hiding it for hypocritical about his nature.

Next to the Umbral Claw another ship left hyperspace, its characteristic cross-shape silently gliding side by side with the Weaver of Fates' formation. Unit Dorn-7013 was not different than many of its other units, it was seemingly a random selection that bore neither preference nor value. Fact was, its selection had been calculated by the tiniest margins of energy usage as it was in an optimal path from the Dark Lord shuttle point to the hyperpsace jump. A calculation so marginally unimportant, that it would have an estimated one in a hundred-thirty-five-millionth of a difference to the one next to it. Both the GEMINI unit and Imperius saw the data and while the former acted on it, the latter noticed it but paid no further heed to it.

The Vehemence had landed in its small hangar and the Heir had positioned himself on the bridge next to the floating droid-captain. They did not speak to communicate and he was as connected to the ship as she was, seeing her data, reading it and evaluating before even she did. But she steered the ship as intended and expected.

Upon the command of Darth Callidus, Unit Dorn-7013 would unleash its drop-pods onto the location of the Jedi Enclave and swarm it with Skytroopers. Both to cause chaos, breaches, maybe even victory and to conceal their actual assault. Everything was ready.

So was Darth Imperius.

 

[Lady Varokscar]

Location: Umbral Claw {Bridge}
Gear: Lightsaber
Tags: Darth Callidus / Darth Imperius / Open

Between the parted doors, standing silently in the threshold, I observed the inside hanger of the capital ship, absorbing the sights and sounds, the busyness of those employed by the Sith to complete the final preparations, and the overall organization being delicately handled. It fascinated me, to say the least, how one commanded such respect, or fear, that any potential delays could result in permanent punishments, the prowess this Lord possessed with simple words. I wondered, inwardly, how much she desired her power, to what lengths would she ride the backs of those under her, whipping them and tugging their reins, to achieve a status befitting to the Gods?

And how much resentment had she given birth to these scurrying workers, plotting and waiting for that one opportune moment to strike back, to revolt and discard this overseer. Surely, one as powerful as this Darth Callidus could foresee the foundations of ruin, she was sowing, with the reaping just a breath away. But alas, I jettisoned such thoughts; for this held no effect over me.

Drawing the hood from my midnight black robe over my head, I exited the shuttle moving through the hanger, ignoring the stares from puzzled eyes, confused expressions painted artistically upon faces while I passed through uncaring of the unwanted attention. I was rare, unique, and of a species not often seen in the galaxy. To these laborers, I was exotic. From the hanger bay I continued my journey to the bridge, where upon my arrival caught the display of an interrogation being carried out. I hate Jedi, though I'm no friend of the Sith as well; but the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Noticing, though not publicly acknowledging, other Sith, in lowering ranks, were in attendance to witness the torturous techniques being exhibited by our gracious host, I causally watched the elaborate event before me. Where one could find the infliction of pain, one would find the Sith congregating like holistic monks; an addiction, or attraction, drawing them like moths to a flame. I found their philosophies, different but effective. And the Jedi, their dogmatic views were outdated as the Order itself.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery stood at the heart of the Enclave, her fiery gaze fixed on the horizon, where the serene skies of the Sedesia System seemed to churn with an unspoken tension. Her long hair fluttered lightly in the breeze, but her focus was elsewhere. The Force whispered, not with its usual calm, but with urgency — a cacophony of warnings and shadows that echoed through her very soul. She felt it like a storm brewing on the edge of perception, a darkness reaching for them, threatening to swallow the light they had fought so hard to protect.

Beside her, Kahlil stood silent and steady, his presence a beacon of strength that intertwined with her own through their Dyad. Their bond was as seamless as breathing, the Force flowing between them as naturally as the blood in their veins. It had been far too long since they had fought side by side, and though the years had tested them in every conceivable way, they were here now, together, ready to meet the storm head-on.

The vision Vera Noble had shared with them lingered in Valery's mind. The dread etched into her daughter's face as she recounted the fleeting glimpses of fire, blood, and the creeping shadow was enough to ignite the protective fury of a mother, but Valery was also a Jedi, and the galaxy needed her fire now more than ever.

"They're coming," she murmured, her voice steady but laced with a resolve as sharp as her blade. She turned to Kahlil, her fiery eyes meeting his calm silver gaze.

Valery allowed herself a faint smile, one that held no humor but reflected the confidence she felt in the man beside her. The Dyad was whole again, their power not divided but united, a storm to counter the shadow that approached. It wasn't just their connection in the Force that made them unstoppable — it was their trust in each other, their unyielding determination to protect what mattered most.

"When they arrive, let's use this world against them." Valery felt it as the muscles in her thighs tensed — gravity on this world was higher than standard. A detail that most would ignore, but one her husband could manipulate further.

"They're not getting through."

Kahlil Noble | Open​

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Bridge, Umbral Claw - Sedesia System
Tag: Darth Callidus Darth Imperius Lady Varokscar Valery Noble

Standing at the edge of the gathering, Ellissanthia observed the scene with a wide-eyed aspect, taking in every detail of the briefing that she could from her outside position. Among such a group, the the young Dark Jedi was an outsider, her white bodysuit emblazoned with the sign of the Eclipse Sect and her azure-hued Undine features marking her out from the masked Eradicators who seemed to comprise the majority of the assembly. Nevertheless, as Darth Callidus initiated her address, she slowly slinked made her way towards the front, where she was able to see the holographic projection of the terrain on the surface.

After studying the projection and committing it to memory, Ellissanthia took a deep breath and listened to the remainder of the speech. In doing so, her thoughts veered towards her objectives. The secrets that she hoped to seize from the archives. The Sedesian kyber crystals which might be waiting inside the vaults. However, the Dark Jedi was acutely aware of the possibility that she might be competing against the others (not just the Jedi) to achieve her aims. She didn’t anticipate internecine violence, but a race to claim the greatest glories, the most valuable treasures, and yet more...

It seemed almost inevitable.

Thus, once the speech was finished, Ellissanthia moved away from the front, if only to avoid having too many eyes lingering upon her. Then, from far afield, she watched as the Twi’lek Jedi Padawan was brought in and thrown before Darth Callidus.

Naturally, Ellissanthia could not restrain the mocking smile which tugged at her lips as the ambient energies of his suffering suffused the bridge. The energies came together as an aura, manifesting a small, yet potent font of dark side power. which the Undine drew upon to center herself in preparation for the coming violence...

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Her visions are getting more frequent again. Stronger, too." Vera had been right, again, about another strike against the Jedi. Their daughter, their little star. Try as he might to protect her from the galaxy's violence, she could see it first hand from her gift with the Force. All he ever wanted was to protect her, but that was something he and Valery both were coming to terms with. They couldn't, not from everything.

But they could help her gift remain that, rather than a burden.

Kahlil walked about the center chamber they were in, chalk in hand as he etched over practically every surface. Runes of varying degrees. There wasn't many he could get down, they'd only arrived just moments ago, but the once Sorcerer in him knew the value of preparation. It's what made him strong. "They might, depending on how much they're willing to sacrifice to do so."

He tapped one of his runes, smiling softly as it flashed faint with the Force. Not enough to trip it, but enough to confirm it would work.

"We'll make em pay for every inch."

Valery Noble | Open

 

[Dannica Pastel]

Dannica's green eyes narrowed as she watched the dark storm cloud drift nearer.

That "cloud" was the sudden appearance of a Sith Star Destroyer and its formation - an apparition of darkness that could be felt through the glass panes of her Jedi Interceptor.

A Twi'lek Padawan had gone missing - Jori - a dear friend she had come to know in the halls of the Temple of Solace. The enclave here was small and tight-knit, affording them all the opportunity to know each other well.

If the Sith had him - he was as good as dead. That fact was breaking her heart even in this moment as her eyes watered and her lips tightened - but she would try her very best to get him back, or at least make his killers pay.

She punched in a sequence of buttons on her console and her headpiece crackled to life.

"We see them, Grandmaster," she said to Valery Noble, also sending out her presence in the Force to the Jedi gathered in the Temple.

"They're approaching the Valley. I don't know if Jori has given up our location yet, but…they'll be on us very soon." She paused and nodded to herself. "We are engaging…. may the Force be with you all."

She ended her transmission and redirected her comm to the battalion of Jedi Interceptors floating around and behind her.

"Prepare to engage. Remember, we want that Destroyer in one piece. We have a Padawan aboard! Try your best to follow me and get onboard. If not, we engage them on foot in the valley. Do not let them get through!"

She swallowed, before her heart began racing. "Now….ENGAGE!"

Her Interceptor shot foreword, along with a handful of others.

The dual laser cannons shot out a spray of green fire at the approaching fighters. When she squeezed her steering yoke, two balls of blue fire screamed out through the atmosphere toward the Star Destroyer - twin blasts from her Warhead torpedoes.


Darth Callidus Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Ellissanthia Darth Imperius Lady Varokscar
Vera Noble

 

[Drystan Creed]

JEDI ENCLAVE: ARCHIVES

Equipment: Standard in Bio | Blaster Rifle| Grenades

As the Sith forces began to gather, like an impending storm over the Jedi Enclave, Drystan stood deep within its inner depths. Around him, a squadron of hooded figures clad in black cloaks awaited his command, the room deathly silent. He trusted the enclave's defenders to hold the front lines, but someone had to safeguard the shadows.

"Ambush Pattern Delta," Drystan's voice, calm but firm, sliced through the tense air. "Light up any Sith that breaches this area. I want guns on the rafters, behind the pillars. Reserve groups—take point in the spare room and hold until I give the signal."

He tapped the communicator clipped to his belt, opening a line as he addressed the enclave's administrators. "Shadow Creed here. Requesting control over the fixtures within the lower levels—the vaults, archives, doors, lights, windows, hatches. I need access to everything."

With a dismissive wave, the cloaked figures moved like clockwork, dispersing to their positions. Each motion was mechanically motivated, movements of droids no doubt. One of them tossed Drystan a blaster rifle as they passed, the weapon sailing through the air before landing squarely in his grip.

Drystan turned and leapt, propelling himself to the middle rafter overlooking the entry room. From his elevated perch, he scanned the area, his sharp gaze piercing through the dim lighting.

He pressed the communicator again, this time addressing the Jedi throughout the enclave. "This is Jedi Shadow Drystan Creed. I'm securing the lower levels and establishing preventive measures against potential espionage. May the force be with you."

With his rifle resting against his shoulder and the shadows wrapping around him like a second cloak, Drystan prepared for the coming assault.

Ellissanthia

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Sedesia
Objective: Defend the enclave
Tag: Lady Falentra / Serina Calis / Lord Dvasius

Silas sat cross legged on top of the enclave entrance stairs, eyes shut and preparing mentality for the horrors that lay ahead. It had been a while since the last time he defended anything of Jedi importance, since then it had been relatively quiet for the young knight. That wasn't a big issue though, he needed time to find answers to his past and stop whatever was chipping away at him. His mentality had changed because of it, but now with the help of Valery Noble things were going to change for the better.

In the meantime, he had an enclave to defend.

Taking a deep breath, Silas opened his eyes and looked into the vast horizon. The attackers had yet to arrive, but he could sense a dark cloud forming the closer the time came. They were powerful and merciless, they weren't going to show any quarter here. If the Enclave were to survive they all needed to stand strong, especially when the attackers were going to do anything in their power to destroy their way of life.

Something had to give here, and it wasn't going to be the Jedi.​

 

[Lady Falentra]

The rather large ship broke through into the atmosphere, descending towards the tall Jedi enclave. She’d never been onto this planet. Today would be a show of power, a reign of terror upon those of the Light - the side where she once dwelled in foolish and naively. Where the weak will perish, the stronger will prevail and be sharpened.

Falentra stood from her seat in the cockpit, zipping up her suit, she’d give Dvasius a peck on his lips. “See you later. The other beast needs its feed.” Then she’d make her way to the hangar, the long tentacles trailing along the ground behind her. The beast sensed her approach, raising its head up, it would nestle its massive head against her shoulder witch she would give it a few good scritches with her claws earning her low rumble of satisfaction.

After mounting upon the saddle, Dvas would open the hangar doors. The beast did not need a command to take off, spreading its massive wings. A large menacing shadow cast as the demuirge roared. They descended toward the enclave. The sithspawn was telepathically linked to her, under her full control as it began terrorising as soon as it reached the building.

It’s large strong form crashing into the side of the building, claws tearing into the structure. The people within the building screamed as the walls fell. Still against the side of the building, the beast would exhale its flames with another roar.

 

[Lord Dvasius]

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Gear


It had been quite some time since Dvasius had jumped out of a ship to the ground and into a red zone, surrounded by enemies, Jedi no less. Well Time to break the streak. He couldn't remember the last time he'd even fought a Jedi. They were always in the back of his mind. Sith matters at the forefront. Jedi were a nuisance at most to beings as perfect as the Sith, like insects, and so they would learn again how easily they could be swatted. Bring them to meet death. He'd met them. Twice. It wasn't a very fun experience either time, but he learned, he grew stronger. It was never wise to underestimate your enemy or anyone, but they were prepared this time and the Jedi were not. Caught off guard they would be easier to crush here. Or so's the hope.

Lady Falentra stood up from her seat while he was mid thought. She gave him a quick, but sweet kiss before she left, which he returned. The Sith turned around in his swiveling char to say goodbye, just in case. "Alright, babe. I'll be down there right as soon as your big ass dragon leaves my hangar bay. Don't die before I get down there. I'd say don't kill too many Jedi before I get down there too, but looking at that thing I don't believe that's a fair or possible request. It looks very hungry and you've set out a big bowl for it today." Then she went back to meet her honestly very scary monster pet. Sithspawn living destroyer that doubled as a mount. Dvasius wasn't even sure she heard the last part in her hurry, but it didn't matter anyway. Whatever. He'd gotten a lot closer to her in their time in each other's company as her boss in Novus Valdeitus and as lovers on the side. Perhaps too, dangerously close, but they haven't yet had "the talk". Now wasn't the time either.

Snapping his focus back to the mission Lord Dvasius turned his chair back around and looked at the rapidly approaching Jedi Cruiser coming in ahead and below them. He tuned in his comm to both the gunners controlling their own ship's cannons and fighters in the air circling them, "You see that big ass ship right there? Kill it!", That was all he needed to say. They knew their job and he knew his. As the Sith stood up from his seat and headed to the hangar where Fal and her karkin' dragon were, the ships, cannons worked on the deflector shield then destroying the cannons of the enemy ship. From the right of their own ship a group of fighter/bombers began their run, firing missiles and dropping bombs onto the Jedi Cruiser. As they flew over to carpet bomb, it looked like just a strong gust of wind blew over the ship as they broke the sound barrier, followed by a series of massive explosions along the cruiser's hull. Ear shattering cracks of the air, followed by multiple loud booms, one after another, echoed through the air.

Dvasius watched from above in the transport he'd just got in to head for the surface, forest below on fire. He saw the bombings had had left a large open weak spot on the Cruiser's hull. If they could hit it with a good shot from a turbo laser cannon... "Hit it! Fire!" A large green streak went through the air from his battleship into theirs. Right on the mark. The Jedi ship cracked in half like an egg, groaning, like an immense beast in agony, and creaking as it broke and fell apart. As more bombing runs and turbo lasers continued to hit it the cruiser broke apart into many more pieces, large and small.

As he was smiling at the carnage and before he could laugh a blue bolt went through the cockpit killing the pilot and leaving him to fall. Dvasius could try to run to the front of the ship and pilot it to the ground himself, but it had killed the ship too. Kark! Well he was falling anyway, right? The mad Sith Lord jumped out of the open doors of his transport, right above the dying Jedi warship as it sprinkled it's pieces to the forest floor not far at all from the Jedi Enclave.

This was either gonna be really cool or really lethal. Closer and closer. Wind swept beyond his face. It was all he could hear and his white hair danced around his face, then back. Hungry eyes, like orange fire gained focus as they came withing reach of falling destroyer debris. Dvasius let himself fall deep into the Force and the Dark Side. His focus sharpened to an atom's width as the world faded away. Instinct took over and he didn't have to think anymore. Following the Force's lead his body and his mind knew exactly what to do and they were doing it. The Sith ran across a massive chunk of the hull and jumped off in a flip to land on another, not as large. Then another and another and another, even as some of the pieces rotated and moved. He saw everything that would happen. One more jump off a rather small and farther down piece of broken metal with what looked like it used to a smooth floor on top of it to and from two more.

Then there was the ground. One more jump off a piece smaller of rubble about to shatter on the earth beneath it, finally hitting ground. Rotating into a flip before he touched the grass, he did a bit of a short involuntary run as his feet gained control from the kinetic energy of the fall. Using what was left of it before it dispersed, the Sith shot up into the air again, with a speed and height massively increased by his own power, landing on a nearby stone ledge with a crack and a cloud of dust in all directions, as he broke into the rock at his feet, somehow unharmed. Dvasius really, really, really wanted to take credit for how impressive and seemingly impossible what he'd just done was, but it was more his connection to the Dark Side as well as pure instinct. Barely a conscious effort... or did that make him more impressive?

The Sith stood to his feet, up from his crouching position and turned around to look at the Jedi enclave. Withing spitting distance. Metaphorically, but then he literally spit on the ground beside him, as if he could get rid of the disgusted thoughts he had for them with it. Nope. Lord Dvasius blinked in and out of distance where he stood multiple times before vanishing completely. He reappeared at the foot of the craggy hill he was on, faded out again and manifested again at the foot of the Jedi enclave steps. Their temple to themselves and their arrogant complacency. Stagnation is death and her they rested, stagnated.

A Jedi standing guard didn't even have the time to show fear in his eyes, before Dvasius appeared out of the air in front of him. But the Sith's hate could be seen of their eyes in place of the Jedi's fear, then a brighter red light as his lightsaber impaled their pelvis. It screeched and sizzled, a mix of the crystal in his lightsaber's satisfaction and the boiling of the flesh and blood it's blade was placed in. A slash across the mid section freed the lightsaber from the jedi's guts and the Sith moved farther ahead, followed by a group of his own Sith Assassins, who took care of the rest of the Light Siders in the vicinity with their hidden blades. All slowly laid their victims to the ground without a sound, to bleed pools on "holy grounds".

"Overwatch, you got eyes on her?"
"Yes, sir. She's right ahead of you."
"Huh? Oh chit!"

The Sith Assassin stopped right in his tracks, holding back another TNSA assassins with his arm, before he passed into the danger zone. Lady Falentra was right in front of them, around the corner, atop her massive Sithspawn dragon, as it tore through the side of the Jedi's "perfect and pretty, little enclave." A palace of peace. Peace is a lie, especially when this couple were outside... and their dragon. Dvasius signaled for his TNSA agents to get in position, find targets, as he moved out into the open to greet Falentra. She probably couldn't hear him through all the destruction she was causing, so the Sith Lord spoke through their comms to his Lady.

"Damn. What'd I even come down here for? You and your beast are doing the whole job for us. Listen to those Jedi scream. Beautiful. The sound of dying Jedi is nice too.", He smirked at her and chuckled about his stupid, flirtatious joke, looking way up above him to do so.

 

[Darth Callidus]

Tags: Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Ellissanthia Darth Imperius Lady Varokscar Lord Dvasius Lady Falentra Silas Westgard Drystan Creed Dannica Pastel

Darth Callidus entered the bridge of the Umbral Claw with an air of simmering authority, her footsteps deliberate and measured, the faint hum of the ship's systems the only sound accompanying her arrival. Her amber eyes swept over the gathered Sith and officers, their expressions betraying a mix of unease and anticipation. She paused for a moment, her presence suffocating, and allowed the tension to settle like a dark shroud over the room.

"How… efficient," she began, her tone smooth yet cutting, like a scalpel poised to strike. "I see that some among us have taken the initiative, launching their assault before my command. Such eagerness. Such… boldness." The faintest trace of a smile curved her lips, but it carried no warmth—only the razor's edge of veiled contempt. "It is almost admirable."

Her gaze flicked to the bound and trembling Twi'lek Padawan in the corner, his bruised and bloodied face turned toward her in silent pleading. She regarded him with a look of distant disdain, as if he were an insect beneath her notice. "This one was moments from delivering the location of their temple," she continued, her voice dropping to a soft, dangerous register. "A pity, truly, that we shall now have to rely on… alternate methods when we could have taken them by surprise."

In a single, fluid motion, her crimson blade ignited, its menacing hum filling the air. The Padawan's death was swift, a precise strike that silenced him mid-breath. The hiss of her lightsaber deactivating was the only sound that followed, and Callidus turned back to her audience, her expression unreadable.

"But perhaps," she said, her voice taking on a mocking lilt, "those so eager to contribute might yet serve a purpose. Darth Imperius." She addressed the Dark Lord, a communication channel secured to the other Sith ship with a flick of her wrist, with measured calm, her tone laced with an undercurrent of amusement. "I am transmitting to you the coordinates of Lady Falentra and Lord Dvasius. Since they are so determined to be of use, I see no harm in employing them as the...range finders for the preliminary bombardment and troop deployment."

Her lips curled into a faint smirk. "I'm sure they will understand. After all, their position makes them ideal for such an honor. And if they are as capable as they believe themselves to be, they will no doubt survive the barrage. Perhaps even thrive in the chaos they so earnestly courted."

Callidus's gaze swept over the bridge, her amusement fading into a cold, cutting stare. "Let this be a lesson to all: the Dark Side demands patience, precision, and discipline. Ambition untethered by wisdom leads only to ruin. I trust this will be the last time we must revisit this… subject."

She turned sharply, her command directed at the communications officer. "Transmit the coordinates to Darth Imperius. Begin the bombardment at once."

With that, she swept to her command station, her robes trailing behind her like a shadow, her posture a study in restrained fury. As the bridge snapped into a flurry of activity, Callidus allowed herself a small, private smile. If her so-called allies wished to play at power, she would teach them the cost of recklessness—one calculated strike at a time.

"My Lord, we have an enemy craft on an intercept course for our starfighter picket line." Turning her head to look at the sensor officer who made the announcement, Callidus watched as blooms of laser fire illuminated the void of space, not just from the bombardment, but from the starfighter battle now erupting.

"Courage among Jedi," Callidus said, a smirk on her face, "something they are well known for after all. Detached three additional squadrons to deal with them."

 

[Dannica Pastel]

The air above the mountains was dulled from an azure blue to a greasy black as small explosions began popping up here and there - each one signifying a life lost.

Dannica braced herself in her Delta-7, the force of gravity here on Sedasia nudging her around in the pilot's chair.

Her fighter performed a series of lazy rolls and sharp twists that barely pulled her out of harm's way as red laser blasts scorched the air and scraped the bottom of her ship, just close enough to leave black soot.

Around her, fellow Jedi were being decimated in short blasts that engulfed their fighters and sent the remains tumbling down to the valley beneath.

The Jedi Knight grit her teeth and winced, not having the proper time to mourn her losses as her hands urged her fighter on.

She zipped through the sky and broke past the Sith Star Destroyer, rattling off a barrage of green laser fire that was unfortunately absorbed by the vessel's shields.

She could see missiles dropping from the bottom of the Destroyer that plunged down to the mountains and beyond. Her heart dropped and threatened to split in two as a hard knot formed in her belly.

What is their plan? To bomb everything down there until they find the Temple?

Her eyes watered again and she let out an agonized moan, thinking of who could be caught down there. These Sith were insane!

She growled and spun her ship back the way she had come, firing on the fighters zipping around from behind.

Her shots caught two fighters from behind and their engines imploded, catching one another in twin blasts that flared a bright orange.

"Masters, be aware - bombardment is underway. Stay down!" she called in a transmission to the Temple enclave.


She hoped someone had picked it up over the sonic booms that rattled her glass cockpit and made her teeth bump together.

As she neared the Sith Destroyer again, her hands sweaty on the steering yoke, she extended her Force sense out toward the vessel.

She could feel several dark presences - Sith Lords were hard to miss in the Force - but she searched for the beacon of light that was Jori.

Sweat broke out on her forehead as she performed the dual task of dodging Sith fighters and looking for the Padawan's light on the ship.

She did not feel Jori, and she was very familiar with his radiance. She allowed herself to stretch her mind for a moment longer before gasping and retreating into her own barriers.

She did not feel him. The Padawan was dead. She knew it.

Before she could contemplate his loss, the hangar near the bottom of the Destroyer opened, spewing black fighter upon black fighter - a horde to reinforce the one that they were already struggling to fight.

She spun to release another Warhead blast at the Destroyer before fleeing further away from the fighter line.

Two of them broke away and chased her, firing blast after blast at her engine.

The Jedi Knight gasped and tightened in her seat, calling on the Force with everything she had left….



Darth Callidus Darth Imperius Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Silas Westgard Ellissanthia Lady Varokscar Lady Falentra Lord Dvasius Drystan Creed

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Temple of Solace
Tag: Lady Falentra Silas Westgard Lord Dvasius
Equipment: Elegant Robes, Mask, Ebon Requiem

The air surrounding the Temple of Solace was heavy, thick with the clashing auras of Light and Dark. The once-pristine sanctuary trembled beneath the weight of violence as explosions and screams echoed through its sacred halls. The skies above were marred by streaks of fire and ash, a chaotic symphony that heralded the Sith's arrival. The temple's white stone walls, once symbols of peace and tranquility, now bore the scars of war—blackened scorch marks and jagged cracks crawling like veins across its surface.

From the shadows of the temple's grand archway emerged a figure cloaked in flowing darkness. Their robe, deep black and adorned with intricate floral and geometric designs, seemed to ripple as if alive, the faint shimmer of luminescent patterns catching the dim light of the chaotic sky. The central panel of the garment, etched with delicate vines and blossoms, subtly glowed, an ethereal contrast to the jagged ruins around them. A deep hood concealed their head, and beneath it, a sleek metallic mask reflected the flicker of distant flames. The mask's sharp, angular grooves gave it an almost predatory appearance, a visage of something both human and otherworldly.

In their gloved hand, the figure clutched a small crystal. It radiated a pure, unyielding Light, casting faint beams that pushed back against the encroaching darkness. Yet, as the figure descended the temple steps, the crystal seemed subdued in their grasp, as if the brilliance of its Light was overshadowed by the overwhelming presence of its carrier.

The whispers began again, faint at first, then swelling into a chorus, filling the air around the figure with the murmur of countless voices. They spoke in unison, yet discordantly, a symphony of power and inevitability. The absolute darkest evils made manifest.

"The Light tries to hide you, child of the Westguards. But it cannot. You are mine as much as you are theirs. I see you."

Ahead, amidst the chaos, Silas Westguard stood, his form silhouetted against the smoldering horizon. His presence radiated calm and focus, yet the Dark Side's whispers encircled him, probing, testing. Beyond him, the beast appeared—a massive Dragon, its body a fusion of muscle, scales, and raw malice. Its claws raked through the temple walls, flames spewing from its maw as it roared a challenge to all who dared defy it.

The figure's pace did not quicken, nor did they falter. They descended the steps with the deliberate grace of inevitability. As the dragon's gaze turned toward Silas, the figure stopped, their masked face tilting slightly as if to measure the monstrosity.

"It will not touch you, child. You are not theirs to claim."

With a motion as fluid as the wind, the figure raised a gloved hand, their fingers curling slowly. The air around the dragon grew heavy, oppressive, as if the very planet itself pressed down upon it. The beast's roar faltered, a guttural growl that turned into a strangled whimper as the Dark Side took hold. The sound of bone cracking echoed through the air, sharp and violent, followed by a low rumble as the dragon's head collapsed in upon itself. Blood and flames spilled from its shattered skull as its lifeless body slumped to the ground with a thundering crash.

The figure lowered their hand, the air settling once more, though the whispers remained—a constant, haunting reminder of the power that had just been unleashed. They stepped forward, the faint glow of their robe's patterns and the metallic sheen of their mask catching the firelight as they approached Silas.

"Prepare yourself, Silas Westguard," the figure said, their voice layered with the murmur of a thousand whispers. Each word seemed to reach into the depths of the listener's mind, carrying both a warning and a command. "This is only the beginning. You stand at the precipice of war, and the Light you cling to will not shield you from what is to come."

They turned slightly, their free hand rising to their side. From the shadow of their robe came a weapon that seemed to draw the very light from its surroundings: the Ebon Requiem. The halberd, forged with meticulous care, gleamed with deadly purpose. The phrik blade, etched with glowing patterns of luminescent dust, caught the ambient light as it reflected an aura of both beauty and menace. Its reinforced haft shimmered faintly, a promise of its unbreakable strength.

The figure spun the weapon once, its movements fluid and precise, before planting the haft firmly into the ground. The Dark Side rippled outward from them, an almost imperceptible wave that seemed to solidify their authority amidst the chaos.

"Stay close, and you may survive. Or step forward, and prove yourself worthy of the name you carry. Either way, I will see this through, for I am nothing if not the darkness brought into form."

They turned their mask toward the advancing Sith, the whispers of the Dark Side growing louder, resonating through the battlefield like a haunting melody. The figure did not move again, standing poised with the Ebon Requiem in hand, a sentinel of shadow and inevitability ready to carve their way through the storm.

 

[Darth Imperius]

Allies: Darth Callidus | Lord Dvasius | Lady Falentra | Ellissanthia | Lady Varokscar
Engaging: Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble | Dannica Pastel | Silas Westgard | Drystan Creed

Darth Imperius' face was unmoved by what his mind constructed from the data the sensors, scanners and comms were transmitting. He did not require a visual feed to see, ears to hear or hands to touch to understand what was going on. His augmentations made sure that everything was in his mind, ready to be used. Directly tied to the ships systems, it was like he could feel the entire star system.

And he felt disappointment. Eagerness and aggression were traits commendable when paired with precision and self-control. They were chaotic, self-destructive and quite frankly, in the way. Just as those who descended upon the planet were now. But as he neither knew their names, nor was too excited to get to know them or confident to meet them after this, it was not a loss to him to commence with the plan as intended.

The second disturbance though were incoming Jedi starfighters. Callidus' escorts would deal with them, nevertheless Unit Dorn-0713 sent out its starfighters, a squadron of Ultor fighters, droid piloted, to keep Dannica Pastel busy while the large cruiser advanced out of formation and towards a geo-synchronous orbital position over where Lord Dvasius and Lady Falentra were. Their coordinates now becoming the targeting solution for the heavy weaponry. Even though that was only a opening salute.

While Darth Imperius made his way to the Vehemence in the hangar, the Eternal Warship prepared dozens and dozens of drop pods. A steel rain that would follow the barrage of turbolaser and missiles that were going down at the very moment. The drop pods were readied and filled with Skytroopers, each one holding a dozen that would burst out and attack the defenders. A proper diversion for the main thrust to land and assault the Enclave after it has been under attack already.

The blue turbolasers only stopped when the first pods were already falling from the skies, hitting the Enclave, bursting on the rocks, being shot down by some enemy starfighters. It mattered not, plenty arrived at their scorched destination to send their droid soldier payload to fight Jedi and their spawn.

The Dark Lord had arrived at his shuttle and steered it down towards the surface. His hands running calmly across the controls and panels to make sure it would arrive safely, avoiding the space battle for it was not his interest to be busy playing with starfighters. He was here to destroy hope and eviscerate its wielders.

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Umbral Claw -> Sedesia - Sedesia System
Tag: Drystan Creed

The light from the holographic display casted Ellisanthia’s features in sharp relief as arched eyebrows shot up her forehead, manifesting equal parts surprise and shock. A large force of Sith had located the Temple of Solace and made it planetside, before many of the Sith and other Dark-siders who had arrived with Darth Callidus had even made it off the Umbral Claw’s bridge!

She needed to get down there!

Ellissanthia spun on her heels and departed the bridge, before making her way down to the hangar bay. As soon as the Undine arrived, she made her way into her assigned shuttle, the vessel taking off soon after she was inside.

The bombardment was underway.

Ellissanthia observed the scene through one of the shuttle’s viewports as the craft angled in a sharp descent towards the Temple. A hail of missiles and turbolasers were pounding at the Temple structure, their fire guided by the positions of those who had landed before Callidus’ forces. Cruel though it was, the Undine was all too aware of the fact such actions were the way of the Sith. The punishing of weakness, disloyalty, and incompetence.

Though in this case, the bombardment seemed to come less from a desire to punish, and more out of spite.

“Pilot, bring me down over the sanctuary!” Ellissanthia called out. The pilot responded with an affirmative before bringing the shuttle down into a hover over the Undine’s chosen landing area. Then, as soon as the disembarkation ramp opened, she leapt out of the shuttle, allowing gravity to propel her form down towards the skylight window.

With a sharp intake of breath, Ellissanthia cushioned her landing with the Force and drew her lightsaber from its place on her belt. The violet-hued blade ignited with a searing snap-hiss, at which point the Undine plunged it into the skylight window. Her cut described a circle in the window, resulting in a single pane of glass falling down into the sanctuary before shattering upon impact with the floor. The Undine followed immediately in its wake, modulating her falling speed with the Force to make her descent more akin to a graceful float, rather than an aggressive fall.

Stepping gracefully over the shattered glass, Ellissanthia then proceeded to make her way towards the archives.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/U-06 Collapsing Mirrors
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/C-04 Dermal Hydration System
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • All White Coloring
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Breast
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Lady Falentra]

All the destruction and the sight of the massive beast sent many civilians running, leaving the sanctuary of the Jedi enclave. She heard the all too familiar voice through the intercoms, his words earning a chuckle from her. "Yeah, why did I even need you here for, again?" She'd teased. Only a year back, she had sworn a promise to a friend not to take a life unless in self-defense. It was only a chain, and chains needed to be broken. Drunk on the adrenaline, the rush of the battle, the meloseyri iv deimosza invoked her terror indiscriminately upon those below her.

However, such a menacing creature made a big target. Despite its power, nothing could shield it from what came next. Falentra felt the force warp around her - near her. The knight knew it, the incoming of a force crush. She sensed the sheer weight of it, not upon her, but the beast. Falentra pulled on it's reigns, willing it to take off in flight from the grasp of the tremendous force. The dragon that was growing more agitated and in discomfort by the second, screeching in pain. And its creator, only could watch in horror as she witness the gruesome execution unfold. As hell fire reigned upon them, as the chaos erupted below, in a single moment, the massive beasts head was crushed.

Blood splattered all over the siren. The viscous dark crimson - almost black - liquid contrasting against her blue scales. The corpse and her began to fall from the side of the enclave. From her peripheral, she caught the spark of the lasers from above. The dragon was now gone, and she would get herself of harms way. In a split second, she'd teleport away onto the other side of the building, right as the blast crashed through the walls.

In that moment, all she felt was anger, the mother's lost of her creation. Not the want of preservation of her own life, she wanted vengeance for her creation slained. The creation that she had watch grow from a spawn, that had grown attached to her. In despair, Falentra went to search for the body through the wreckage, ignoring the voices in her intercom. She only found its parts severed in a pool of its own blood. As the demiurge had breathed fire, she would throw flames of her own.

With a scream sonic of sheer rage, deep orange flames roared out from her extended palms. Anyone in her sight, the sith, and soldiers, she would burn them. If she could not find the one who had slain her beast, she would get anyone and everyone to pay for its demise.

Silas Westgard

 

[Lady Varokscar]

Location: Umbral Claw {Bridge}
Gear: Lightsaber
Tags: Darth Callidus / Darth Imperius / Dannica Pastel

The young Jedi's death was swift, the lifeforce turning to absentness could be felt in the Force, and I stood there looking at the lifeless body. The Sith were brutal, methodical, but always failed to seize the concept that not everything must end in death, for there are more devastating ideologies to inflict upon one's enemy than one simple act of killing; and that is manipulation. Kill one Jedi, and like spider roaches they find ways to breed, whilst giving their Order a cause, or crusade, to rally behind. Turn them to the Dark Side, and once an enemy is now an ally; a living statue to display among their former peers, a mockery to what they represent.

Without a nuance in my demeanor, I took my leave of the bridge. The time for landing was drawing closer, and that is where I was going, planet side. I was unsure of the Sith's intentions regarding the Temple, for plunder or for reconstitution purposes, but I had my own agenda. There was something, a promise I made years ago, that if it still remained, I would save it from the hands of the Sith, whilst stealing it from the Jedi. I was playing a dangerous game, but what fun are games if not for some involvement of danger? Why else, but for a promise, would I align myself with the Sith? They bathed in the Dark Side; I was born from it; the darkened energy gifted to my people at birth.

Once inside the transport shuttle, it lifted up and casually exited the side port; our destination growing closer. Soon, if I succeeded in this quest, my dead Master would be proud, resting peacefully among the stars. Sadly, his dead heart had broken years ago, knowing what I have become.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

The distant rumble of approaching drop pods reached Valery's ears, and her fiery gaze lifted skyward. Through the light breeze and serene air that usually surrounded a Jedi Enclave, the chaos of the impending battle began to take form. It was not just the sound — it was the weight of darkness pressing against the Force, a sinister tide that seemed eager to drown everything in its path. But Valery stood unyielding.

She took a steadying breath, feeling the pull of her Dyad with Kahlil like a comforting hand at her back. His strength intertwined with hers, grounding her in the storm. For the first time in a long while, she felt whole — her power not fractured by the toll of endless battles or carrying a chield, but renewed, sharpened, and ready.

"I see them," Valery said to Kahlil, her voice steady but tinged with fire as her eyes locked onto the descending streaks of light breaking through the atmosphere. Each pod carried the weight of an imminent fight, but she felt no fear. She was a Jedi, and fear had no place here. "Let's show them what they're up against."

Raising her hand toward the sky, Valery extended her senses through the Force, reaching for the nearest pods. With a flick of her wrist and a surge of focus, two pods careened off course, colliding into each other midair. A fiery explosion illuminated the sky as debris scattered across the mountainside. She felt a surge of satisfaction — not pride, but the simple clarity of action. It felt good to have her strength back, to wield the Force with precision and purpose once more.

Her fiery eyes shifted to Kahlil as a small, determined smile formed on her lips. "Not getting through," she echoed his earlier words, her tone laced with quiet confidence.

But the battle wasn't just physical — it was also a war of the mind, the soul, and the Force itself. Drawing in a deep breath, Valery let her presence expand outward. The Force swirled around her like a tempest, crackling with the raw energy of a Jedi unshaken by doubt. She became a beacon, a blazing light in the darkness, daring the Sith to face her.

"Let's leave their troops to others. I want to take down their leadership."

The Force whispered around her, alive with purpose. She could feel them — the darkness, the malice, the weight of the Sith pressing against the boundaries of the Jedi Enclave. They would be upon them soon.

Kahlil Noble Darth Callidus Darth Imperius | Open​

 

[Dannica Pastel]

It was not long before the Sith fighters found their mark.

Danni cried out as her Interceptor was hit from behind, a shot glancing off her engine and ripping it from its framework in a bright shower of sparks.

She was thrown backward as her ship took a nosedive. She had the presence of mind to grab her steering yoke, which sent her into a spiral that avoided more shots from the fighters as they flew by her.

But now the Interceptor was in a free fall toward the valley.

She clenched her teeth and held on, her mind scrambling to find a way to survive the fall.

As the blue sky fell away and the meadows of Sedasia loomed nearer - she decided on one path. If she survived she would be extremely drained, but there was still a chance to survive.

With the ground racing up to meet her, she extended the Foce around herself, bending the energy to create something of a cushion to assist her fall.

Instead of imploding on impac, the ship bounced - and inside the cockpit she was flung in all directions, her limbs smacking into the steering board and even the glass framework, as the Interceptor turned on itself and rolled through the meadow.

Trees, grass and bushes were struck down as the ship tore a path across a plain perhaps twenty five meters from the valley of the Temple.

At last it came to rest in a heap of bent metal and sparking wreckage, the glass canopy shattered to exposure and its back-end hacked off.

The Jedi inside the canopy lay very still, and it was unclear if she had died in the fall or was unconscious.

Lady Varokscar