The Siege of Commenor [TSE/CSA]

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: TSE Ground Base Camp
OBJECTIVES: Organize recon, wait for a bit more intel.
ALLIES: [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Heca Foliou"]
ENEMIES: CSA | SJO

If sleeping with the sound of artillery fire had ever been difficult, Matsu couldn’t remember. She was sure there had been a point where it didn’t feel natural - where she hadn’t been able to relax to it like a thunderstorm. But maybe she’d just forgotten that time. Over two decades of war, her involvement only increasing… it would never be normal, but she’d also stopped caring.

After all, if the base was hit while she was sleeping, it stopped being her problem anyway.

Apathy had been an uncommon bedfellow as of late though, so one couldn’t be sure if the Lady truly felt so blase. It wasn’t like her.

The glow of the table underneath her pallid face reflected off her white eyes as she took everything in, gaze ticking over established artillery and current troop placement. Her metal hands clinked softly as she leaned against the edge. The hood of her suit was not yet zipped up, allowing long, dark hair to frame either side of her ghastly face. She’d been exceedingly beautiful once - the way she held herself and the small vanities she kept as habit proof of that even to those who hadn’t known her then. But the Dark took them all eventually.

Speaking of faces…

“Keeping making that expression and your face will get stuck that way,” she murmured to Belphaegor, directly in to his mind. Cultured to a fault, she wasn’t one to make issues with her apprentice everyone else’s business. And besides...he couldn’t answer back that way. She’d seen to that.

When Agent Thel arrived, Matsu looked at him over the table and nodded as he introduced himself. The Saaraishash were becoming an ever more prevalent presence, one interesting enough to consider for herself. Strange, considering her lack of interest in investiture. Here she was, yet again, at the Sith’s side - no title, no place, just offering decades of experience.

Give me a minute and I’ll locate an access point.

“Excellent,” Matsu said. She liked Darth Saarai, and would keep an eye on this Thel for the duration in case she might pass a good word along of his performance.

“An underground approach wasn’t on the immediate list of possibilites,” she mused aloud, tapping the table to more closely watch a trenchline closer to the shield wall. “I’ll want Section 13 with us for scouting. No doubt it’ll be closer quarters then I’d prefer.”

 

[Lauri Törni]

Lauri hit the dirt. Hard. Enemy fire was pouring over his trench, forcing all his men down. Glancing up and down his lines, four men were being attended to by medics. Two others weren't so lucky. They couldn't repell an attack like this. They needed reinforcements beyond just 5 AT-STs. The lieutenenant reached for his periscope, seeing as it was thr only safe way to glance over the trench.

No one was coming. For all the fire coming down on them, no one had gone over the top. This was a diversion. This wasn't the main assault. Either way, he needed reinforcements. He opened a comm line to command, desperate for aid.

"This is Lieutenant Törni, requesting immediate reinforcement. The defenses on the southern flank are heavily outnumbered, and are taking heavy fire. I repeat, requesting immediate reinforcement."


Another explosion just in front of the trench marked the end of his request. He could only hope they'd hold until more troops arrived.

[member="Vestille Thumahra"]
[member="Baron Morcus"]
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Onrai]

It would not be until one of the Dark Troopers had the bright idea to pull out their trench shovel and start digging a hole did Vanessa understant what had to be done. "I appreciate the thought, but what about simply finding the water lines for the palace?" She asked. "Do we have a ground penetrating sensor system? We should be able to find the pipeline leading to the palace and penetrate it since the shield's stopped by the dirt above.

With that, they would start to look for manhole covers or other means of getting into the utility tunnels underneath the palace district. Hopefully this would be an easy traverse.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Objective: Help civilians, reach the Royal Palace

Beth kept her mind off the constant barrage of artillery fire onto the shields. She did her best to avoid even looking at it. Maybe if there wasn't so much darkness that had fallen, she wouldn't have been as frightened. At moments like this she sorta kinda wished she was like her mom and dad - Force dead. They wouldn't feel any of this. Though, Beth wouldn't ever willingly detach herself from the Force. She waded through the many people, assuming that [member="Tom Taff"] was behind her. She was focused, though, and not quite paying attention.

Kat was part of the Silver Jedi Order, which made Beth slightly nervous but she assumed that the situation they were currently in that they could sweep such a thing under the rug. They weren't out for each other - both groups main priorities are the civilians, after all. Or defending against the impending horde of Sith and their armies. Beth sighed - the whole situation was out of control. The galaxy was out of control. It wasn't like they could stop any of their nation's problems now, though. They just had to ride through the Chaos until it ended. And survive.

She shook her head as [member="Kat Decoria"] said her name. Don't say her name! People couldn't find out she was here. Kat was Force-sensitive, though. Telepathically, she shot a quick message to Kat. "It's me! But, I'm going by Debra right now cause... It's complicated." She finally reached up towards Kat. She nearly gave her a hug but due to their respective nations attitudes, she refrained. She didn't want her to think she was about to attack her or anything. "I'm helping the civilians. And trying to see if I can get to the Royal Palace to find the Arenais if they're there. They're family. And... I'm worried, especially when the shield falls." It was... Complicated. Mandalorians loved to adopt. And by adopting, nearly everyone was considered family in some way or another through it.

In either case, she realized she needed to get to the Palace. It was going to be dangerous for them, especially once the shield went down. "I'm going to go to the Palace, it's not too far away from here I think. And I want to make sure any civilians can to their evacuations points on the way there. If you can or even want to come you can! But I mean, I know you're doing awesome stuff right here." Beth made a gesture to see if Kat wanted to tag along or not but either way, Beth took off towards the Palace. She needed to get there sooner rather than later and Goddesses know how long they had before things got really bad.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Entering Commenor system space
Equipment: Mariner IV
Allies: CSA and anyone willing to help civillians
Enemies: The vermin...sith is just too nice a word for them.
Post: 1



She knew all too well what this meant to system Commenor, as her own world had experienced the same fate under a similar attack by the vermin...the sith.
For one who was a pacifist by nature and heart, she had no quarter for these vermin who did nothing but infest what remained of the free galaxy. They were like a disease...a galactic wide pandemic that spread like a virus from system to system...and there were little many could do to stop them.

Against the overwhelming odds that lay before her, she could not turn her back on answering the call of innocents..the Commenor people.
marina was heading toward the system at a blazing speed...0.5 pushing her drives as every day, hour and moment meant lives lost and suffering. Her ship the Mariner IV was fast..fast but not armed. Reckless in today's chaotic galaxy? No.
Her fight against these vermin and their tyranny was not by taking up arms and meeting them on in the battleground, but on the outskirts of the battlefield. She was there for those whom could not fight, but flee...families..mothers..children and the elderly. These were victims of such onslaughts..the blind prejudice slaughtering of innocents by the vermin. So it were their design..to strike fear and helplessness in the hearts and mind of the innocents. Common folk would die in the wake of these vermin who came under the name of sith, in the same manner as those who took up arms and defenses against this disease. Both fighters and innocents fleeing with children met the same trials in the hands of these sith.

...4...3...2...1... Emerge.

The Mariner IV dropped out of hyperspace and near smack in the middle of what certainly appeared to marina as a blockade. And to no surprise, there was already a volley of turbo-laser s blasting away...everywhere.
It took but a blink or two of her eyes to take it all in...and one to three hits on her ship before she plunged it down into the planet's atmosphere.
She had dropped close..too close to the system and active space battle. But that had been her intent this round...to drop in expectantly and close. What she had not expected though was the intensity of the fleets engaged in battle over Commenor. Marina had dropped in, in the middle of an intense fight. But as she was surprised, so were those whom were engaged in the battle from both sides. And this surprise, and one hell of a lucky emergence on her behalf that didn't end up through someone's bridge, she managed to roll her ship and find a momentary free line of sight to accelerate her sub-lights toward the planet.

Marina... or rather the Mariner IV, hit the upper atmosphere of Commenor like a rock hitting water from a long drop...HARD!

The Mariner IV shuddered and rocked. Marina was nearly ripped from her seat forward, if she hadn't been so diligent as a good pilot is and be harnessed. And she was. But it nevertheless gave marina a good beating. Her droid, TK-1213 had without say been screeching and beeping a stream of warnings even before she popped them into the system as she had just done. Her droid had been fully aware of the intended jump coordinates so close to the system which it had easily gotten from her nav comp. And he had for the most part objected and argued about it ever since they had taken to the jump..a day earlier.

Be de beep de beep...and so forth, it continued to warn her of the obvious as to what she herself had come upon.

"Yes, I know!... I know!..." She hammered back as it stammered warnings of laser fire, being hit by laser fire, coming up on more laser fire...laser fire everywhere!

"Just keep the power flowing to the shields!....I see our window!... boost the inverters!" She shouted back despite that was exactly what her droid had been keeping up on doing. Just that everything at the moment had become one desperate second following another. It almost seemed inevitable that they were going to become at any moment space junk.
But the gods seemed to occupied in the bigger battles and mayhem about up there above the planet and let her vessel slip through and onto the planet's atmosphere.

And what a hell of a ride down it was past terminal velocity. The Mariner IV powered it way down and when it reached enough of the atmosphere to slow it down, it was still doing Mach-10. A thunderous boom ripped through the lower atmosphere much like the sound of an angry god. Only as stated prior, the gods were too occupied at what the sith were entertaining them with to again take notice of Marina and her ship.
But she was through....through the blockade, through her haphazard re-entry and now feeling the bruises from her harness.

She leveled out the Mariner once she dropped below cloud cover....slowing it down to Mach-3.

"Gasp!..." She let out at what lay in front of her eyes as the Mariner IV flew across the battered terrain. Marina had seen it on her home world of Alderaan. And she could have seen the same on many other worlds that were enduring the merciless onslaught of the sith....and it wouldn't have lessened her despair...

 

[Ihsan]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHHXLlChOgU


It took a moment for her to glance over at him, but she smiled when she did. “i'll be fine don't worry, just don't go off mauling Sith legionnaires,” Saka replied atop the cacophonous noise of artillery fire and the hum of the speeder, her smile getting brighter. She looked back at the datapad in her hand, blinking like she’d just noticed she was holding it.

"I really don't envy the men in the trenches right now," Saka could only half imagine the chaos erupting all along the frontlines, she had never really been in a warzone before and the classes back at the temple certainly never accurately described how truly horrific it could be. To experience the horrors and realities of war you had to witness it first hand. Not that she looked forward to it.

The Mirialan teen whispered a small prayer beneath her lips, hoping that she and the rest of the team would endure the coming storm.



Jyoti Nooran Iakchihttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18678-iakchi/ Yuroic Xeraic Asaraa Vaashe Josh DragonsFlame Jarael Belaerys Darlyn Excron [member="Charlie Nooran"]

 

[Ayessa Kroan]

Commenor, Chasin City, Some Marketplace, Undetermined Time
Escaping Chasin City | Assisting Commenor Systems Alliance | Combating The Sith Empire | Interacting with [member="Rook Lokar"] ~ Run Boy Run
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Ayessa's concentration in working with the unpredictable ocean of Chasin City's fleeing population instead of being trampled by them was broken by the sound of her comlink pinging again. Simple enough message from Rook, at least. Pick us up.

Then what? A dread was seeping into the Jedi's bones as she ducked her head slightly to keep going with a particular stream of pedestrians. How many of them were going to make it? How many of them had formal combat training that they could use to protect themselves and others? How many would try anyways, just to hold on to what they had, only for the Dark side to snatch it away along with their lives?

Something akin to nausea suddenly rose in her throat and she was forced to a stop, gripping her communicator in white fingers like a lifeline, just hard enough to avoid accidentally crushing it. This was going against absolutely every instinct running through her body, to leave this all behind. Nails dug into the palm of her free hand as she leaned under an awning, innocents with frenzied minds brushing by that were all too easy to connect to. Meanwhile, above, the air turned to ash and below intruders sought to bring this bastion to it's knees.

So what was stopping her from doing something?

Swallowing what remained of her integrity, Ayessa kept moving through the crowds, carrying her away from the areas of commerce more towards where she believed her friend was. I came here to avoid being a criminal, but that's what wound up happening anyways. Keying the comlink, all her Corellian companion got was a short, simple, and almost bitter, "Alright."

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R2-C4 | Lightsaber (Concealed, detectable by FS/FU)

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben heard someone, as did his security detachment as they turned on the runner. And he sighed with relief upon seeing it was his beloved, [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]. He was shaking, and hugged her close to him. "I was getting as much as I could. We're going to take this speeder." Though with all the commotion, would a speeder be the best idea? It could end up being targeted by the Sith. "You know I don't do flying that well" he said, as an attempt of humor. It was more to keep himself sane, however. He was shaking all over in fear.

 

[The Major]

FIV Tortuga,
a few star sectors away from the action on Commenor,
Before this calamity erupted.

As the various elements of the Sith Empire moved in to impose their might upon the fledgling Systems Alliance, others watched with what started as passing interest. For the Major, who had but a few minutes ago watching the shared intelligence reports with her boots kicked up on her desk, cradling a cup of hot tea with specialized tea leaves after the style of [member="Lady Kay"] - a kind of memorial to her dignity, she was amused by being, inevitably, in the right.

She had tried to warn the queen a few times in the past. Told her that ruin could be coming. That should the System Alliance continue without some major changes then surely somebody bigger and stronger would come to kick the castle built out of hope over. Tragedy struck, first with the exile of the Queen’s staunchest supporter, and ultimately culminated into the shetstorm that had befallen the lot of them today. There was no hostility in the Major’s heart. Only… regret at what could have been developed instead.

So it goes.

On a more positive note as long as they cooperated with whatever demands of the Sith it should go over with no more than a severe slap in terms of coffers. According to some sources there was plenty to spare on Commenor. All First Order assets and forces had been ordered to stay away from the proceedings. Which is exactly why when all Hell broke loose the confident, nigh pompous director of the Security Bureau spat up some of her drink directly unto the holoscreen in front of her face, spilling a bunch over her pants and boots.

It took a few minutes to confirm and package the information, but once that was complete the Major opened her private line connected to some colleagues within the Sith Empire and sent out an emergency transmission with a packet of data.

::Emergency transmission 96939. To all Saaraishash: this is callsign Mother-Recluse. Code Purple is in effect; I repeat, Code Purple is in effect. Warlord Morcus has abandoned his post and First Order vessels and has proceeded to Commenor, in direct violation of our operations agreement. The officer commands a private army from the former Imperial Remnant and a number of private warships. He is to be considered extremely dangerous. Engage him with lethal force; I repeat, engage him with full and lethal force. Information dump incoming. . .::

It took about twenty minutes to go over all the details of his last known whereabouts and assets. The way this system was designed enabled users to upload info into a shared Battlenet that could then be exploited when the time came. With any luck, they will have caught this treachery before much harm could come -but wars have been started for much less.

[member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]| [member="Darth Saarai"]​

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Objective: Defend the city, main line.
Location: Main line.
Gear (As it goes): Black Fligh suit, Osseus Class ExoSkeleton, Legacy System Beskar’gam (equipped with: Jetpack with two individual thrusters, one wrist rocket launchers, two cortosis gauntlets, two crushgaunts, one wrist mounted retractable vibroblades, and two wrist flamethrowers, one Mandalorian Power Shield, and one KE-1 Shoulder Mounted Slugthrower), AIMX-01 "Buckler" Energy Shield Cybernetic Arm, VT-Spark Gauntlet, armorweare black cape with Vizla symbol in the back in red ink, pair of R82 jump boots, Utility Belt (equipped with: Two thermal detonators, one grappling spike launcher, ammo, one comlink, one EX-324 Serum Subjects, four hand granades, four Chrysalis, The Illicit Combat Enhancement).
Armory: One custom made Masamune, four Shiva Knifes, one personal disruptor, two VT-RAM Disruptor, one Baragwin heavy repeating blaster.
Crew: (50) Mandalorian from Clan Vizla.
Others: (04) ACS-302 Heavy Assault Droid, (02) Sparrow Drone, (02) Reaver Specialist Droid, (04) Harbinger War Droid, (04) Guardia Battle Droid, (04) LK War-X and (01) Basilisk War Droid.
Engaging: Rohak Vizsla


With disruptor in hand, Ursula kept shooting at whatever showed up in front of her on the enemy side. Trooper, acolyte, aberration, they had to die. They fought for a tyranny that should have been destroyed thousands of years ago, but the Jedi and the Republic were too soft on them. A good Sith is a dead Sith, and cowards like the Ronan and his peers that had no respect for the Resol’nare and went against the Mand’alor deserved the same fate, or worse. If it was up to her, Ursula would burn them at the stakes in the of Sundari like the dogs they were.

A howl, just like that of a beast, was heard coming out of her throat, the moment she saw a ship approaching, probably to drop any more troops to enhance the enemy lines. Screeching at the comm in her helmet, Ursula called Oswald with the reserve troops.

“Bring the big boys to dance.”, and like he understood what for, Oswald complied. “And shoot that damn ship before she drops any more troops.”, going back her attention to the fight she was in, Ursula suddenly turned left, dodging a carbine shot, fired by a Sith commander or captain. Her right arm, as instinct dictates, was suddenly lifted, shooting with the disruptor in his face.

And even with all the shooting and screams, Ursula would recognize anywhere the lovely sound of the four ACS-302 Heavy Assault Droid arriving behind three lines of the defense perimeter. Lifting their quad missile launchers and locking on target to shoot down the ship before it landed, or at least seriously break her. Alongside the ACS-203 Hellfire Autocannon in their right arms, another four mandalorians gathered around them, with wookie missile launchers.

“Lock on target and fire at will.”, Ursula ordered, seeing the shoulder turret shooting down three soldiers nearby. Slowly raising her left arm a bit, and by the visor in her helmet, activating the wrist rockets against a large pack of soldiers approaching, followed by a hail of missiles and shots from the droids and the mandalorians. Turning back as the blast shot by her wrist missiles blasted the group, having the wind caused by the explosion make her cape dance in the air for a bit. ‘This is too easy. What are those dogs planning?’, she thought to herself, ‘Its the shield, must be. If it goes down then all hell will be let loose.”, her lips pressed in a frowl. "More like when."

[member="Rohak Vizsla"]

 

[The Lurking Presence]

Smoke rose and expanded, the exhaust of what must have seemed like millions of Artillery Shells; drifting through the air and across the entirety of No-Man's Land. The miasma of War eclipsing visibility to an oppressive degree. Such disbursement may have seemed excessive, but thus was the cost when the Emperor, [member="Darth Carnifex"], believed himself vexed. Perhaps though, it served as a blunt warning even more than a clear act of retribution; he need only snap his fingers, and his Empire will burn your Kingdoms to ash.

Clear across the Field of Battle, the Siege had dug in deep. Imperial Forces trading indiscriminate bombardments of every design with the Commenori. Machines of death marched and hovered across the battlefront, deafening blasts crying with vulgar intensity in to the night skies as men and women from both sides met barbaric ends. The ground trembled in endless fear, roaring and growling with thunderous howls as more and more of it's Worldly flesh was torn asunder. It was an agony Commenor would recollect until the Stars went dim, and the Galaxy grew cool and lifeless.

It was a scourge upon our land, a depraved pestilence of Warfare that defaced our lives and maimed the minds of our people. We saw it through, and stand with dignity again today. But we were never the same. Jonath Ryver would write of the Siege in his memoir, some thirty years after it's bloody conclusion. But even the traumatic regaling of his tale and role within the battle; paled in comparison to the experience.

It was clear, at this juncture, the Field Works of the Imperial Center would hold back the hounds of Commenor that fought the oppressive tide seeking to drown them from existence. The Trenches and Vallations dug and upraised by those First Waves of Stormtroopers and Field Engineers fortified almost to a fault; it was a wise decision, but resulted in a lack of oversight along the Western approach.

There, the Imperials had run aground, their fortifications stunted at a meager 1.4 meters of depth as they struck solid bedrock which extended deeply in to their area of operation from Rock Point Bay. Frantically they worked, blustery and furious winds punishing them savagely as it swept in from the Sea. The Commenori 123d Field Artillery Battalion disfiguring their progress and pummeling them nearly lifeless.

In shallow furrows and small lesion's they huddled, battered by an endless concussion of Shells; relaying their woes back to the Imperial FOB under a percussion of impacts that threatened to drain any tangible sense out of their pleas.

"They'll be with us, " Belphaegor replied to his Master, his tone sharp and pungently scornful. It was clear something was not resting well with the man; from the dismissive nod he offered [member="Sebastian Thel"], to the very demeanor of his stance, as he rose upward out of the illumination, and waded backwards from the Tactical Display. "Underground may be the only option available to us, or at least, the safest option. " Which was exceedingly important to the Maenan, considering [member="Matsu Xiangu"] had so graciously perverted his mind and cordoned him off from the skills that his life may very well depend on, out there in the thick of things.

Yet, from her point of view, he betrayed her. HA!

For a moment, while they awaited the arrival of The Golden Company to the Saaraishash Command PreFab, he wandered. Striding slowly, examining and listening to all things. Command Chatter pouring in from the entire Campaign as Orders were issued and relayed across the Theatre, Data and Information soaring upwards across glowing screens; feverishly absorbed by the eyes of skilled Agents like Sebastian, the Nezumi and other analysts alike.

It wasn't until he heard the madcap prattle of the Western most Trenchline that Belphaegor spoke again.

"Sebastian, bring that up on the Map! " He boomed suddenly, returning to his post opposite [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. "Clean it up and give us an Aerial. " He continued, that single gloved right hand, still weakened from the damage it'd taken during the Boarding of the Acerbitas, gripping the Display Table tight as Amber eyes focused furiously.

[member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Heca Foliou"]​

 

[Mythos]

Location: Senate
Objective: Kill the Jedi and Kill the Commenori Defenses from the inside.
Gear: Armor Rudis Lightsabers Rifle Axe drugs
In command of: NSF

Pull it down, break them into squadrons and launch the attack from the inside. Mythos had his men readily lock onto the Commenori Marines he had set up into position, lined them up perfectly so the NSF could eliminate them easily and kill every single defensive front the Commenori had in this senate building. As for the Jedi... He would know soon enough. Mythos felt the presence of [member="Darth Prazutis"] enter the compound, walk through the gates and through the gardens and he knew it was entirely his doing. Mythos had changed a lot since his rise from the dead. Honor killed his family, he showed honor the Galactic Alliance and they repaid him by butchering his son in cold blood... A man once asked Mythos how many sons and daughters had to die in order for Mythos' son to be avenged. His answer was simple and true. "All of them." That man was [member="Veiere Arenais"] and now his son might be one of those that died to avenge Mythos' son. He never meant for anything like this to happen... but anyone who aided the Galactic Alliance in Mythos' eyes ceased to be a person with feelings, families or worth. They became the enemy.

If Mythos could have said anything to [member="Lady Kay"] right now, he would have said that He would prefer Kay shot him in the legs than help The Alliance, even if they were refugees...

Her betrayal stung him, even after knowing everything they had done to him, a friend who would do anything for her, she still without telling Mythos offered Commenors aid to the murderers of his son and the Atrisian people. It was not an unforgivable offense, but it was one that had a very high cost to pay.


Preparing himself and powering his sonic emitters as well as donning his helmet he acknowledged the question of the Jedi Knight, sensing his insecurities and doubts, he would lay them all to rest now. "They sent you to escort and keep an eye on me because the last time Commenor let things in my hands we had the whole Kwenn Incident. They don't trust me after that even if everything that I did i simply did because that is the protocol that we had in the One Sith. We did not negotiate with Criminals and Thugs... I wished Commenor to be like that too. They refused, judged me for my actions. You are here because they do not trust me"

Braxus had the entire way clear and he would notice a few bodies prematurely killed in the tunnels beneath the city, courtesy of the NSF by Mythos' own command. One Nubian soldier was there, Sith Empire insignia emblazoned into his chest to signal the forces of the Golden Company and the soldiers of the Shadow Hand that he was indeed a friendly.

"They were right not to trust me."

From the palms of Mythos' hands a powerful sonic blast was aimed at the Jedi knigh point blank, all the while the Men of The Nubian Strike Force turned on their former Commenori compatriots and shot them in the back, gunning them down en mass with high powered Machine blasters, Thermal detonators and every single weapon in their arsenal and of Jaeger Solutions.
[member="Aten Ramses"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Belphaegor"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Heca Foliou"], [member="Sebastian Thel"]


It was a resounding chorus of death. So loud one might wonder whether it was trying to reach any gods that might dwell in the heavens - or in hell. But otherworldly beings, assuming they existed, remained silent. Perhaps watching the slaughter brought them joy. Columns of smoke billowed up into the sky, artillery thundered as shells were lobbed across no man's land, men died. Or wished they were dead. Enyo's expression was a mask of granite. The slaughter brought her no delight. She just...did not care. Apathy permeated her being. This was just another case of a weak world being laid to waste by a stronger one. Glorious? So prosaic. Organic beings had been doing the same dance for millennia and would continue to do it long after the Dark Lords, Monarchs and Jedi Masters of today had died for good.


Beings of flesh were, after all, only mortal, no matter how hard they sought to immunise themselves to Death's scythe. A Being of Metal endured - provided it was not destroyed - and got to see organics do the same thing over and over again. Jedi, Sith, Alliance, Empire, Mandalorians...they were all just spokes on a wheel. On and on it spun, crushing those beneath. It was endless, pointless cycle. One side achieved supremacy, cast its enemies into the abyss, then grew complacent, and collapsed beneath the weight of its own arrogance. Enyo entertained no delusions of being able to break a wheel.


The camp, where a command post had been erected, was in view. No words were exchanged between her and her posse. Not any that could be heard at any rate. Verbal communication was inefficient. All in all, her force was composed of Archangel HRDs, as well as Cyborgs who had traded the fragility of flesh for cold metal. Not always of their own volition. Consent was optional for Enyo...except when it came to her siblings. Those were organics she treasured. Loved even. Fiercely. Her brother Valerian was elsewhere, organising Archangel artillery, reinforcements and logistics. He was full of himself, but did his job well enough. She was also deploying Kraal. The tough lizardmen were a boisterous, savage lot, but ferocious in a fight.


Sith Legionnaires had evidently been informed about the mechanical newcomers, which meant both parties could avoid any embarrassingly friendly fire incidents. Still, the Stormtroopers were alert. One could see wounded being transported to field hospitals. Some seemed to have suffered rather ghastly maimings. Even with all the technological progress, trench fighting was vicious. The officer on duty ushered her in and she was led through a building down a mental staircase, before finding herself approaching a room where a strategising session seemed to be taking place.


"My Lady, Lord, this is...L..."

"Typhos," Enyo, who was not fond of wasting time with long introductions, cut the officer off. The most important person in the room knew who she was anway. And she hated being called 'Lady Typhos'. It sounded ridiculous - and reminded her of her of her template. The less said about her the better. Her eyes took in the room. Command chatter was pouring in from the various fronts of the campaign. Orders were issued, casualties noted. Massive amounts of data were displayed by glowing computer monitors. A legion of analysts and staff officers was working feverishly at lifting the fog of war and bringing order to the chaos.

 

[Anden Fancelo]

Anden Fancelo​

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Front of the Sith Trenchline, Commenor​

Objective: Await the signal.​

Allies: TSE | [member="Vestille Thumahra"]​

Enemies: CSA | [member="Lauri Törni"]​

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Onyx Squad and the lieutenant kept themselves hunkered down till the explosive saturation on No-man's land went down a tad. Some of the neighboring elements firing anyways, but better safe than sorry. After a moment of regaining their senses after such thundering noise. Fancelo gave the command to lay out suppressing fire, the squad obeying. They're not the only element on the trenchline providing fire to the enemies up ahead, but they fired nonetheless. Maxevan, holding a heavy repeater of sorts. Standard in the Sith Empire military, and just unloaded the energy from the weapon.

More mortar shells were launched, hitting the land of no man's. The smoke started to fill the field, Fancelo and the others stopped firing. And when the whistle was blown. Everyone knew what to do. They all yelled at the top of their lungs, letting out a cry for blood. Trying to feint the charge, hopefully catching the attention of the enemies up ahead. And the soldiers remained. Sergeant Reida merely sighed. Hunkering down slightly. Whereas Fancelo kept peeking over the trench, the smoke in the field shrouding his position.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Darben Skirae"]

She looked to the speeder, she wanted to say no and to just leave it yet it would weigh them down if they carried everything, stardust sighed and looked him in the eye nodding

someone get in that speeder and let's get a fething move on!

She said as she looked to brigh, she was shivering in fear nearly on the verge of crying, star held back her own as she put a armoured hand on her daughters cheek

you have to be strong today, your a mandalorian and a princess. I'm going to give you something ok? If you have to leave he planet with your dad and sister I want you to give it to a certain somone

She pulled a datachip out and handed it to her daughter, she closed her hand around it tightly and whispered a name to her. Brigh nodded

renla, darben let's get a move on to the tunnels now

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

Location: Capital city outskirts.
Allies: TSE and allies, [member="Vallory"]
Enemies: Anyone who isn't TSE or an ally.

" Be advised tunnel entrances are being sent to your forward commanders. Clean these rats from their sewers."

Ithnan's hand slid to his waist as the pocket of people who were ordered to move began to spread out at the discretion of their sergeants. Their tunnel location was apparently an abandoned silo not too far out from the battle line. An escape route perhaps?Or maybe a home for more dastardly deeds. Regardless of its original purpose, it had a new one now. It was to be the key to the treasure chest, the exposed flesh in the armored body of the Commenorian alliance. With a roar of encouragement, the troopers rush forward and while silent his morale was still rising like a moon ready to eclipse the bright sun of this glowing city. As they grew closer and closer toward the enemy stragglers his arm extended...so to speak.

His arm was as normal as they came, flesh, blood, and bone. The true extension came as his lightsaber erupted onto the scene in front of him and his minor jog turned into a full sprint as any blaster fire coming toward him was easily deflected away with fluid waves of his left arm. As the charge across the battle line continued a few soldiers met an unfortunate end from the long ranged fire. He even had to take the blame for one as he was sure a stray deflect of his hit someone to his right. As he came into striking distance Ithnan pounced onto what could be summed up to a citizen with a gun and detached their head from their lower half as the commands carcass hit the ground with a thud not even leaving a mark on its motherworld.

It was senseless deaths like this that gave him a twisted pleasure as he couldn't help but feel humor in the useless endeavors of the weak hoping for some sudden spark of strength, and from who? Their queen? family? or the senseless Jedi who radio reports kept clamoring on about. He would have his time with them but first other matters needed to be addressed. Before long the silo came into view and the small nest of defense with it. They had come upon it from a small hill where it was clear vegetation use to sway peacefully. A clear blaster mark traced over the hill for few inches and a trail of bodies honored their discovery of the entrance by littering itself all the way to the nest. The nest itself was nothing special from what he could see. A few soldiers and a mounted gun. The buffer between the hill and silo entrance was also adorned with a few Sith troopers, several squads worth. Whoever was here was a force to reckon with. Maybe a force that would feel challenging as so far the day was layered with easy prey that ran.

He watched in slight amusement as the seven soldiers remaining in their squad dived as to not be seen by the scanning nest. He himself just stayed standing as he felt little fear from the men across the way. It wasn't the size of the gun that mattered but the skill of the wielder. He continued to look around the silo for a possible ambush but none seemed to apparent s the silo was surrounded by open field and a few more hills and ditches. Being commanded to lower himself by the ranking officer he knelt down. Being commanded by those who were weaker really ticked him off.

"Four guys, one on the heavy. Knax you're our best shot, take out the heavy. Canse, you and Rore will take the left side. The rest will accompany me in shattering the right, an nd you...." he looked at Ithnan the obvious odd man out.

"I will be doing what I believe will ensure a Sith victory." He responded coldly and calmly, still somewhat irritated.

The sergeant nodded, realizing that even if he ordered the men to kill Ithnan for insubordination then he would die before any real effect happened. The two of them kept a calm silence before the radio called in that an assault was requesting reinforcements as cracks in the armor continued to appear.

"LET'S GO SOLDIERS! FOR THE EMPEROR! FOR THE EMPIRE!!!" the sergeant barked standing up and turning to fire his gun, others joining him as ordered. Before a single blast could leave his gun the officers head flung back as if the force itself had hit him square on it. The blood that sprayed out the back of the helmet, however, made it clear that a rather good shooter had struck true and quickly.

Not before long the large whirring of a barrel hit his ears and a long tide of blaster fire flew overhead of the prone men, a few unlucky to get back down fast enough. That left four, a paltry number that ruined their numerical advantage, to say the least. Ithnan sighed in annoyance before taking stock of who was left, luckily Knax seemed to make it. A person with some use.

"You, fire on the heavy gunner now," he ordered with a complacent look on his face, the smell of burnt grass filling his nose now.

"Are you mad!? We should just call it in and have-" Knax began

"Do you not think they are doing the same. Take the shot and the rest of you cover me." He stood up deflecting the first few bolts that came his way. As expected the heavy gunner's thick barrage began to shift to him, a sign of an untrained gunner to simply aim at the obvious bait, as he ran down the hill, deflecting left and right. Trailing over his head return fire began to come from the hill and the number of bolts drooped significantly as the heavy gunner slid from his chair, painting blood down it.

With the small hurdle gone his charge was able to finish in a bloody fury. Using the force he pulled "soldiers" out of cover for his allies to practice on, and with his Saber, he finished the remaining two that avoided the shooting range. A small chuckle escaped his mouth as he watched the troopers run down the hill and to the Silo entrance. There was an obvious elevator lift that went below ground centered in the middle, surrounded by munitions.

"A resupply depot...I see." He muttered to himself ignoring the looks he was getting. " The tunnel will be secured by now. Not a chance they didn't report an attack on the depot.....We will wait for reinforcements." he said with a mocking tone to Knax.

He could feel a dark force coming their way. With the chance of it being a Jedi being next to none due to the direction he assumed it was some form of competent help from the area. He deactivated his lightsaber and looked around. "Everything here is being seized by the empire. Two of you watch the lift, the other two watch the hills just in case."

 

[Kay-Larr]

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Kay wanted to answer [member="Caedyn Arenais"] , to let him know that he was wrong in regards to what training she had had. The narrative that he was given from birth said very little about her training, only that [member="Veiere Arenais"] had helped her to gain some control over her abilities and hone in on a few skills and techniques that would help her.

Oh how wrong that was. In truth she had learned from many, both Sith and Jedi alike, sometimes in exchange for political favours. But she also had training from [member="Darth Prazutis"]. After he had captured her some time ago and unleashed months of torture onto her, she finally broke and became his student, training to be the silent killer that he wanted her to be. The death --no, murder -- of the Elders that she had commited, helped to bring her into power. But shortly after her rise to Queen, the Sith Lord had abandoned her, leaving her to her own devices. It was through Veiere's love, patience and loyalty, that the Darkness and damage done to Kay was reversed. Was that something that any of them had foreseen? Probably not.

She understood why Caedyn would want her to retreat with the others and hide out. But given that she was just as stubborn as he was, Kay couldn't do it.

Olivia nodded to Caedyn as he looked at her, giving her that one silent word. Fortunately she was away from sight of the transmission, so she moved even further away and whispered quietly into the ear of one of [member="Baron Morcus"] ' men. Kay's assistant was old school and not very tech savvy. She had other things to do besides figuring out how to triangulate the origins of a transmission.

Veiere responded to her then, their quiet communication giving her not only relief that he seemed to be okay, but in some ways it brought her relief that he was home. Their seperation was political, driven by the courts after the former King's crimes on Deneba. Their love for eachother had not waned, their Force Bond was proof of that. ~I won't. I will hold my ground and fight. They want to use you as a weapon against me. But their mistake is that they've given us an advantage. Take what opportunity you can; break your bonds and be my weapon against them. Attack them from the inside! This is your redemption, my love!~

[member="Darth Carnifex"] spoke up then, and so she turned her attention to his words, false as they were. His interpretation of the facts would make any lawyer or politician envious. Kay slowly shook her head. Just then the shields outside the Palace was struck heavily, the building shaking on it's foundations. "No! Your illegal blockade started this! You had your people board my ships, steal my cargo and my passengers! If I had done the same to you, you'd of responded with brute force such as this! Do not pin this all on me..." She had no plans to surrender, no plans to beg.

The electrostaff striking Veiere caught her attention. She clenched her jaw as she tried to keep her features free of emotions. But hearing that it was the Mandalorians that captured and gave him to Carnifax....well, she was going to have to talk to her niece [member="Yasha Mantis"] after this was over. That is if she wasn't stuck in some Sith prison or dungeon after this. "Veiere is exiled. Him and I are seperated. If he was here on his own will, he'd of been locked up. He betrayed us on Deneba, so he could very well betray us here too.

We won't surrender so easily. And we won't go quietly."

Kay gave the signal to cut off the transmission. As soon as the holo-image of Carnifex and Veiere disappeared, she turned to Baron Morcus. "If the shields drop, they'll bombard us from above. We have to stop their destroyers in orbit. Or better yet, try to send some of ours down to hit their trenches and tanks. That could work, couldn't it?" She then turn to Caedyn. "I'm going to get my wedding rings from my office. They give me a better connection to your Dad. He's our weapon on the inside. I've got a cloaking device on this armour, so I can go through the halls unseen. In the meantime, go with Olivia and get the last of our staff, including her to the bunkers. Then you can come back up, understood?" She reached over and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "We've got enough supplies to last months down there, moreso if they are rationed. And we have weapons. If you see Lori, tell her to start making her traps..." Lori was quite the prankster and her skills at surprising people was top notch. Hopefully she could set some up to give them all an advance warning.

Without another word, Kay activated her cloaking device on her suit after she let go of her son and disappeared from view. She ignored any attempts to stop her, afterall, she was only going to be a few minutes.

She hurried through the passageway and walked into the catacombs, only to stop dead in her tracks. "Prazutis..." His name came out of her mouth in a whisper as [member="Darth Prazutis"] came into full view, as well as the men that he had brought with him. Again the hairs rose on the back of her neck, and she was glad to have that cloaking device activated. Perhaps it could keep her hidden from view of her former Master and she could take him out.

One hand reached for the lightsaber hanging behind her back. Her fingers wrapped around it's hilt but did not draw it out yet. Instead she waited.

[member="Mythos"] [member="Aten Ramses"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Senate Halls
Equipment: See Sig
With: [member="Mythos"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire

All around them the battle continued on, the two force users within the command center cut off from it, locked in a room over consoles. Aten could feel the swirl of energy outside the building, the wild malevolent verve that filled the air. A part of it thrilled the Jedi, deep down Aten had always held a love for combat, he craved it in a sense. In a way he was no better than the Sith, yet Aten had never killed nor did he plan on this being the day he did so. Looking to Mythos as he donned his helmet, one of Aten’s eyebrows raised slightly. They were not yet under attack, nor did it seem like they would be directly participating in battle, so why?

There was a thick tension in the air, so thick that if made tangible would’ve crushed all those within the command center. Aten could feel it all around him, tension was common in war, but this was different. It grated on the Morellian’s mind as he listened to Mythos. In a way, the words of the other seemed pained in a way, but at the mention of the One Sith, Aten’s entire being went on high alert. The Jedi did not yet move, did not strike prematurely. Despite how few had truly given themselves over to the light Aten still believed that a change could be made. Didn’t stop him from gathering the force, pulling it into his being, letting it fill his form.

As Mythos’ palms raised the sonic energy being released in a blast aimed at the Jedi, Aten was already crafting a shield. Within the pockets of that golden jacket, his hands splayed open an outpouring of the force moving to coalesce the Morellian’s form. Layer upon layer of telekinetic energy formed in that instant becoming a semi-translucent barrier. On impact the sonic blast caused the shield to flash a bright blue the force of the explosive energy lifting the Jedi off his feet flinging him backwards, not into the wall of solid duracrete, but through it.

The barrier withstood the blow, the saber on Aten’s hip bolstering his intent. Rubble flew outwards following the Jedi as he careened through the hall slamming through the balustrade and down to the floor below. The barrier slammed to the ground with a resounding crack. The marble flooring was shattered on impact leaving a small dent in it.

Dropping the barrier, Aten simply lay there for a moment. So, its betrayal then? The Morellian knew not of what struggles the man within had faced, what trials and tribulations had brought him to this point. Whatever he’d been through however was no excuse for aiding in the deaths of thousands, possibly millions.

What should’ve been pain was turned to nothing more than a dull throb at the back of Aten’s mind, set aside as he prepared himself for what lay ahead of him. Rising to his feet the Morellian did not reach for his saber, instead, his right hand left his jacket pocket. Fingers curled in, middle and ring finger restrained by the thumb. Mounting the stairs that led back up to the floor he’d just come from, his lavender eyes hardening Aten let loose a sharp whistle.

The sharp chirp caught the attention of one of the strike force members that had been stationed outside the command center. Their head swiveled about and as their visor met Aten’s eyes his middle and ring finger flicked out. In that instant the Jedi steeled himself, he would do many things he wasn’t proud of on this day. He may not kill, but Aten did believe in maiming. As his fingers flicked the force formed into two sharp pinpricks of telekinetic energy just before the soldier’s visor, propelled forward by the force the energy penetrated the visor followed by a sickening squelch. As they pushed the soldier's eyes in, popping them. The screams of the Nubian serviceman cut through the air as he fell to his knees.

The sniper Mythos had aimed at Aten began to take aim, the Morellian’s eyes rising up to them. His left-hand drawing from his pocket, three of its digits forming a claw. His will manifested into a grip on that soldier’s helmet, and with a twist of the Morellian’s wrist, the force obeyed. There was a nauseating series of pops as the woman’s helmet was forced to the far right snapping her spine. She was not dead, but she would wish she was as she'd just been robbed of perhaps her entire livelihood, she'd never walk again.

Sucking in a breath of air, Aten proceeded up the stairs past the Nubian trooper that held his helmet, blood pooling beneath his form. “MYTHOS!!!” Aten screamed his voice carrying into the command center through the hole he flew through. Every ounce of disapproval, of righteous fury was carried in that one word. An open challenge, calling the man out.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

There was a barely audible thud as the door to the catacombs was sealed shut, now encased in darkness with the only light coming from torches that barely managed to illuminate the expansive catacombs. But as [member="Lady Kay"] made her way down there he was, his colossal eight foot frame casted a massive shadow on the ground that appeared like some monster. The man's face was shrouded in darkness with only his eyes visible two molten orbs of hate that glowed like a floating pair in the darkness making the Lord of Lies look like a towering demon of nightmare encased in a suit of heavy armor, a red cloak trailing behind him. The similarly large guards in stark contrast to his black armor were encased in ornate suits of crimson they were spaced out along the chamber to give the two room, each gripping a different weapon in their hands, and each silently tracked the newcomer with their eyes.

He began to clap then low and slow a murderous grin took form on his partially illuminated face as his apprentice came into full view. For a few moments after the stunning revelation he took in the silence and let the shock, and terror sink in deep before he elected to speak "Hello...my apprentice." Darth Prazutis said with emphasis the words rolled off his silver tongue in that mesmerizing voice like honeyed wine that both sunk in deep and made the skin crawl all at the same time. The Lord of the Sith slowly began to encircle her in the dark chamber clinging close to the sweeping shadows of the catacombs. "I told you of my return, that you would always be mine. I have been watching you carefully in the time since we parted, I have beared witness to what you have done with the throne that I gave you and I must commend you, High Queen." The Lord of Lies finished his eyes remaining locked on the cloaked woman who couldn't possibly hide from him. Everything she tried to conceal from her friends, her family, her people, her lies fell on deaf ears with him he knew who the true Kay Arenais was.

A killer.

"I must admit if there's one thing that stuck with you Kay after all this time, if there's one thing that you learned from me is that you're a good liar. I've watched you one appearance after another, one diplomatic meeting and speech after the next. You've managed to lie to everyone you've come in contact with your people who have faith in you, your friends who trust you, your family who love you. I've watched the lies spill from your mouth like water from a faucet and I admit I am pleased." He rounded past his original position giving a subtle signal to his guards, they shifted back towards the tunnels. He wouldn't need them to protect himself from her. The catacombs sounds didn't carry above, they would descend back down the tunnels path disappearing into the darkness.

As the Dark Titan passed his gigantic frame blocked out torch lights as he moved and in the darkness he somehow appeared even more menacing if that was even possible. He unclipped the magnetic clamps holding his cloak in place allowing the crimson fabric to fall to the ground in the corner of the chamber, his eyes never leaving the form of Kay. "You try so desperately to do good with your sanctuary of the galaxy, your haven from the horrors of wars that rage all around you. They don't see the pattern after all how could they? But I do. You cannot wipe the stain of darkness away so easily your Commenor Systems Alliance, your monarchy is built on corrupt foundations, a kingdom that I gave you. I was with you when you butchered the council holding you back like worthless dogs, I saw the true you behind your corrupted eyes as you savored their fear. I saw the satisfied grin take hold when they begged for their lives and I listened to your wicked laughter as you cut them all down like the vermin they were. I gave you the tools, the training, I gave you the crown and the world beneath your feet to rule." The Shadow Hand unclipped one of the two lightsabers clipped to his side and activated it with a snap hiss, a great three meter blade of sunfire erupted bathing the entire room in its crimson light.

"But you've grown complacent since I've left. You have allowed those closest to turn you away from your true path and in doing so you've become blind." A cigar suddenly flew from his other hand towards Kay. If she caught it she would see the old symbol of House Malgus of Atrisia embroidered on the rather long cigar. "My apprentice would've seen such deception coming, but you did not. Animus Malgus sends his regards you never should've chosen to lend aid to the alliance. Now you flounder making one mistake after another your forces struck out at us, you brought down the wrath the Sith Empire and every single Commenori life lost when this entire city burns is because of you." He said stopping on the opposite side from where he started to block her exit and drive her deeper into the tunnels leading to the senate hall and away from the palace. He let the sting of betrayal sink in before choosing to speak once more "But the failure in your resolve is mine alone but I will correct my mistakes. I will wipe Chasin City from recorded history and I will start with ending that pathetic family of yours one by one. They will know of the true butcher their precious matriarch is before the end I promise you that. Let us hope you remember some of what I taught you when you once held true power." He sent a bone crushing force push towards her intending on blowing her into the dark tunnels, he soon followed with a vicious opening juyo strike.

[member="Mythos"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Mythos]

Location: Senate Halls
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: Commenor [member="Aten Ramses"]

Mythos was a man of war, he did not have to nor desired to keep looking as his victim flew through solid duracrete. If he was not a jedi or a mandalorian with heavy armor that blast alone would have killed him and broke every bone in his body... but he was a jedi, Mythos knew he was alive. He turned his attention to his Anubian consorts and began screaming at them through his helmet. "Get those shields down now! I don't care what it takes! Fail me and Die!" He bellowed, using the force to amplify his voice not of choice but it came naturally. So powerful was the force bellow that it cracked the ground beneath him as he turned around and pulled his battlerifle from his back and shouldered the weapon. The H.U.D. system over his eye beneath the suit calculated the distance range of the rifle and more or less gave Mythos a reading of where his shots would be placed even if he was not staring down the iron sights.

Mythos readied his weapon and began, with his free hand, to give commands to the NSF to close in and form a fire-team wedge around his position, weapons up, pointing at the top of the stairs where they knew the enemy was going to come from. In the mean time Mythos' Anubians got to work disabling the shield. It was going to take some time to do it from here and he could only lift the shields of the section he was locked into. Their trust in him would be their downfall one way or another, that was, unless they could stop him. He knew Corinthia was hurt, he made a mental note to never purchase any experimental sniper rifle again, he would just stick to the wampa. Arenius and Bullock were dead or dying, expendable in this situation, crucial in any other.

Mythos was not a warrior that let his men die, most of the time he put his own life on the line to save the lives of his men, it was something he was so accustomed to doing it was impossible to fix. His selfless service and respect for warriors on both sides was all encompassing, Atrisian in culture and nature and it spewed into the ears of both friend and enemy... except for the Alliance and anyone who considered them friends allies or good. As soon as the head of [member="Aten Ramses"] popped up he lined up the sights with his rifle. Breathing, trigger control, proper sight aliment and aiming, these were the things Mythos had trained in as rifle marksmanship and the Jedi would find out just how good he was.

"Fire!"

Then came the rain of plasma from their blasters and slugs from their squad automatic weapons. He could have perhaps dodged the blaster fire but Mythos knew he would have a harder time dodging the rain of slugs coming his way.
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