The Siege of Commenor [TSE/CSA]

[Vallory]

Location: City Outskirts
Allies: [member="Ithnan Cryo"]

Vallory was on the front, defending some Sith troopers with deflects. She was, as some would say, an amateur as all she did was protect herself at best. Some shots made it through her deflections to hit soldiers behind her. Men were moving forward, so she did so as she deflected here and there. Her squad was rather behind now, no thanks to her defect deflecting as half of it remained by now. She could feel their stares on the back of her head. She was simply not ready. She came upon an area that looked like a squad had had a seriously rough time. She had arrived just as a fight had finished, it seemed.

And there she paused. spying another squad ahead. What remained of one, at least. And they were Sith Troopers, as well. Vallory hunched over, hands on her knees, she very much was not cut out for war as the sergeant of her squad approached the other squad to report to them and get what had happened.

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben got into the speeder as one of the guards took the drivers seat. He watched as his wife looked after their youngest while Renla got into the speeder herself. "We're ready when you are" he said, and they would need to get going very soon. Once they were on, he would nod to the driver to get them moving. He wanted out of here as quickly as possible, out of the fighting and away from all that. To safety, even if that safety was an underground bunker.

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]

 

[LT-137]

| [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Darth Morrow"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] |​

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Sith-Imperial Base Camp // Commenor

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A low, measured sigh eclipsed the Thyrsian’s lips, as his eyes watched the hololithic image before him crackle with the distortion of luminal connection. The man’s superior, who’s carved and patrician features were rendered in the shimmering hues of sapphire, stood above the projector with his hands folded behind his back; hidden by the Wookiee-rimmed cloak and the brace of pistols affixed to his thighs. His statuesque face was contorted into a venomous sneer as his eyes locked with that of his subordinate. He hated Khonsu with a passion and saw fit to consign his forces to the surface of Commenor; where they would fight in the trenches alongside the Sith-Imperial Legions.

There was little glory in waiting out the opposition and forcing them to surrender, let alone deal with the aftermath of starving families roving the streets in search of nourishment. If those shields fell and the people within were weakened in both body and resolve - they would be slaughtered. The city itself would be cleansed by the ever-burning fires of war and this world would become nothing more than an ashen memory to be mocked by the annals of history. The Sith, who now tread upon this battle-scarred world, would be the only ones to lay claim to any laurels earned this day. Those Sun Guards that found themselves chosen to be amongst the Solvognen’s dedicated complement, would reap themselves a mighty harvest as they took to the skies; joining in the void murder thereafter.

They would earn their keep thrice over - and because of his Commander’s unbridled hatred for the man that would inevitably replace him - the Praetor sought to deny his advancement once again.

“Khonsu,” the shimmering image intoned. “You are to answer directly to the Supreme General and his various Commanders in the field. I’ve seen fit to bequeath your Legions with whatever vehicles our Corvette had in store.” The projection’s stance shifted, ever so slightly, and a pointed finger shot forwards in the direction of the Twisuns Legate. “Ensure that these walkers are returned to me.”

“Of course, Praetor,” Khonsu replied with an acknowledging nod. “I shall see to it that their Orders become mine and that the banner of the Sith Empire hangs from this encapsulated city.”

Without waiting to hear more, the Twisuns Praetor dropped his arm and grunted in a gesture that made a mockery of the word satisfaction. He knew that the man would see this task through to the end like the soldier Khonsu was; and that he would reap whatever meagre glories the man would earn upon the surface. If his superiors heard about his exploits, and how the world of Commoner was brought to heel - it was likely that he would be uplifted towards the rank of Thychani Commander; basking in the position and wealth such a title brought. It brought a sliver of a smile to his face.

“See that you do. The Solvognen, Lanius and I shall continue with dispersing this Commenori rabble amongst the stars, and take whatever ships we can by blaster and blade. I want to hear of your success by the next cycle, or you and your men are to find your own way home should you fail.”

Before Khonsu could retort, the transmission was terminated. The fringes of his vision flared a vibrant hue of crimson as his blood began to boil; Anger was beginning to take hold. With a gilded boot, the Thyrsian stomped forward and crushed the projector under his golden-shod heel, grinding the various components to dust beneath. A flutter of whispers erupted from several Sun Guard’s nearby - each foretelling of confusion - as they had never seen such an outburst from their commanding officer. Sure, the man got angry in a fight. Who didn’t? However, this was something entirely different.

It seemed, entirely uncharacteristic and border-line petulant - like an enraged youth who didn’t get their way.

Seeing the questions in their glittering eyes, Khonsu blinked away the darkness taking root and offered them an amused smirk. “It was a boring conversation anyway.”

No-one laughed. ​

Instead, they spent their conversed energy towards carrying on with their preparation rituals and left the Twisuns Legate to his own devices. They had quite the mission ahead of them, and couldn’t be distracted by his emotive tantrums. Fresh cartridges were being slammed into voracious housings, emitting a soft and pleasant chime after their endless appetite was momentarily satiated. Others carried on with adorning themselves in the Gilded Panoply of their vocation; locking armoured plates into position or sealing themselves inside their armour with a twist of a crested combat helm. Had Khonsu not taken his first steps towards being enslaved by his anger - the man would’ve been impressed by how swiftly they prepared.

Constant war and practise gave them that edge and made them all the better for it.

As the warmth from his boiling blood began to subside, the Sun Guard Officer listed his gaudy-crested helm from it’s nearby resting place and crowned himself in its golden embrace. The clouded miasma of his consciousness instantly cleared when his dark, and shrouded eyes, were bathed in the false-firelight of his tactical visor. The crystalline surface, impregnated with delicate circuitry, began filling his vision with scrolling bubbles of data and an encoded transmission that his suit’s onboard systems retained in its communications buffer.

It seemed that General Vexen saw fit to transmit a message to all of his commanders - including those bound to his service by oath and wealth. He surmised that there was a path into the city; one that wouldn’t be hindered by the protective graces of the massive deflector shields. These routes would traverse beneath the battlefield - either through various sewer drains or long-forgotten tunnels. The plan was solid, but there was a myriad of ways that things could go wrong with this step towards his ultimate goal. Many of these routes could’ve been sealed prior to this siege, and many more would have collapsed naturally over time. Clearing them, should that eventuality come to pass, would take time. Thankfully, that was a precious resource that the Sith Empire had in spades.

There was no relief force sallying forth from the outer regions of the System’s Alliance to repel the armed forces of the Sith. Their allies had either abandoned them to die, or they were already laid low by the cunning of the Saaraishash and the combined might of the Sith-Imperial forces. All they would have to do is wait for the people to run out of food. It could be tomorrow or several months from now, but that made little difference. Once the people within were starving, they would give in to their primal urges and feast upon whatever they could get their hands on. Even the most civilized of palates would consider feasting upon thy neighbour if left to their own devices and maddened by hunger.

Nevertheless, after the message finished and was subsequently disposed of; Khonsu set off towards the Command tent, not allowing his gaze to drift from his distant terminus. As one step leads into another, he began to feel a familiar voice drift into his thoughts - one that radiated from the blade that was bound to his hip. << Give no quarter, my apprentice,>> the disembodied voice began. <<Kill all that stand in your way…>> It was the voice of [member="Darth Prazutis"], his undisclosed master in the arcane and ancient arts of the Sith. Had he not been distracted by the message, nor the sight of the Sith-Imperial fortifications being established, the man would’ve connected the dots sooner.

His taloned hands clenched the leather-bound hilt of Hearteater tighter in response. He would see to his master’s command, and that it was carried out in a whirlwind of violence and viscera; where nothing but corpses would follow in his wake.

As the flicker of connection and his master’s whispered words faded from his thoughts, Khonsu continued onwards - with every shuddering step carrying him closer towards the Operations module and the coven of commanders he was to meet within. The Sun Guard was late - but that didn’t matter. He had to oversee his men in their preparations for the coming assault and was forced to endure yet another lecture by his incompetent superior. If it wasn’t for Lanius and Khonsu, the man would’ve been flensed to the bone and left for the carrion birds. Those two men had saved their commander’s ungrateful hide more times than they could count, yet there was nothing they could do.

Well, at least nothing that wouldn’t be a terrible breach of their code of ethics and horribly infringe upon their chain of command.

Khonsu’s shrouded lips peeled back into a serpent’s approximation of a grin as the thought of running his commander through with the crystalline blade. It was what kept him going somedays. How enticing it would be to sever that man’s mortal coil, and to send his howling and wretched soul into the afterlife’s embrace. As his taloned gauntlet fanned across the entrance of the operations module, the Sun Guard stepped inside - bearing witness to the orderly chaos erupting within. Xenos-breeds from across a portion of the known galaxy scurried from one corner of the command bunker towards the other, either carrying with them critical reports or parts needed to set up vital battlefield functions.

Upon seeing a gathering of ad-hoc individuals and an all too familiar face standing about a massive hololithic table, the Sun Guard made his approach - and removed his crested helmet to reveal the glistening ebony skin beneath.

“I apologize for being tardy,” the man began. “I was delayed by troublesome gnats.”

After the words slipped from his lips, the Thyrsian’s eyes turned towards Sebastian and subsequently offered a friendly and acknowledging nod. The man was undoubtedly busy following through with the command given moments before - and he didn’t want to distract him more than he already had with idle conversation. Instead, the Sun Guard turned his attention towards the other two notable individuals gathered around the table. He didn’t know them but assumed that by their stature and their attire, that they were of the Sith Order - or one of the more shadowy bodies within the Empire thereafter.

“I am Khonsu Amon,” he stated. “Twisuns Legate of the Sun Guard. To whom do I owe this pleasure?”​

 

[Warchief Waddles]

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


Each step Aten took up the stairs was a step closer the Jedi was to the inevitable conflict. The air hummed around the Jedi, his nostrils flaring. Eyes set dead ahead, awareness stretching out to take in the surroundings. The sound of booted feet getting into position was the giveaway, that and the gear being hoisted. They planned to either make this a prolonged conflict or take out the Jedi through superior numbers. Master? Came the voice of Kol, the crystal housed within Aten’s saber. Providing him focus, clarity in the trying times, strength when he needed it most. Energy when there was a challenge that needed to be surmounted.

“Yes, Kol?” Aten answered his eyes casting quick glances out to the left and right as he neared the top of the stairs. Each second seeming to stretch into hours. Each heartbeat taking an eternity to come. This was war, this was battle. Not what people saw in their holofilms where fights lasted for minutes. No, in reality, many happened in seconds, death even faster. It was a living hell, yet a hell that many enjoyed, found themselves more alive than they’d ever been.

Are you ok? The crystal could feel every emotion that the Jedi gave off, worried that Aten was nearing the very edge of darkness he’d skirted during the Sith’s incursion on Gree. “Never better Kol, and that’s what scares me.” The Jedi answered as the last step carried him to the top of the stairs. The command from his enemy given, weapons raised, poised to deal a finishing blow to the Jedi. There were too many to block with a saber, their weapon assortment ranging from blaster rifles to slugthrowers. Left knee lowering itself to press against the tile, Aten’s body lowered into a crouch. Right raising Aten’s will stretched out manifesting itself into a hemisphere over the Jedi covering his form. The effort was far less than making a full body shield and worked just as well.

The sounds of gun and blaster fire became a cacophony that echoed off the interior of the Senate halls as they rained down on the barrier. Peppering it, the slugs hitting it and falling flat to the ground. As an apprentice Aten had been forced to save a crowd of civilians from falling debris, this was nothing compared to that strenuous effort. How Aten remembered bleeding from his eyes the sheer exertion causing the youth to collapse into a coma-like state. The barrier flashed, Aten staring through it at Mythos as he joined his soldiers in raining down hell upon the Morellian.

His left hand unoccupied Aten flexed it looking to the numerous slugthrower rounds that were scattered across the ground around him. He could offer a rebuttal in some extravagant display of power, a wave to turn every ounce of duracrete that surrounded him into lethal shrapnel. However, the enemy had already supplied him with a more valuable asset. Body lowering itself more the dome of energy wavered slightly pulling in closer to Aten’s body. Arms crossing over the Jedi’s chest he breathed inwards and as he exhaled his arms splayed out in either direction. The force lashed outwards, not in some great wave destroying the surrounding area instead it pushed out in a smaller more focused wave on all the small metallic slugs that had pilled around the Jedi. The air cracked like a whip as the rounds were sent hurtling at the NSF troops at the same speed and viciousness they’d fired at him a few of the slugs even slicing through the air aimed at Mythos.

 

[Onrai]

It was a mole miner that would begin to drill its way into the dirt, having been brought down to the planet's surface by a vehicular dropship. The mole miner began to drill a downwards hole that was soon followed by the Dark Troopers and Vanessa herself. Down it drilled, until it pierced into the mine tunnels below and, after having drilled a bit deeper to form a platform bottoming out, the men and women would be in a position to move onwards.


"Alright..." Vanessa said as they began to move forward. "Either the main route or a branch should take us to a palace access point. From there we can get past the shield and... well, hopefully incapacitate Queen Arenais. I want her alive. Irradiated is alright, but not lethally." She replied. With that, they continued onwards, having met no resistance.

 

[Macharius Solaire]

Static buzzed through his communicator. A message from one of his spies that [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] had entered the System and was on the move. A desperate effort to try an break the blockade or to aid the evacuation? Against the Sith Armada it didn't matter what his goal was. He didn't have the ships to put a dent in them. Soon enough he'd have an even greater disadvantage. Macharius had switch allegiances to the Empire. So to then had the Denonian ships in the fleet he'd lent him. A fact the Mandalorian wouldn't be aware of until it was too late. Funny how the Mando's fought on both sides. Mach glanced over to the trio of them among the group. Not that he was judging the warriors. An observation of humor. As if they'd be aware of it anyways. Of course from his own position it wasn't one of amusement. Rather a nervous caution. Macharius was after all betraying the CSA and throwing himself in with the wolves. If he wasn't so sure he wouldn't be eaten along with the Alliance he'd have never done so though. Was it the best move, time would tell. For now he had to focus on the things at hand.

"Your Majesty if I may cut in. I've just been informed the remnants of the CSA naval forces and the UTC Corporate Navy have entered the system. They're headed straight for the planet. Once they're engaged, provided they do, my... Hmm, my loaned ships will break from the battle line and make way to head home. They'll be in complete disarray once the ruse unfolds, and easy to finish off. At your discretion of course."

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

Status: Prisoner to the Dark Lord of the Sith.​

Location: Commenor, Observation Platform overlooking the Siege.​

Objective: Survive. Get Free. Fight Back.​

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Another crippling blow to his lower back sent Veiere crumbling to his hands and knees against the surface of the Observation deck, his voice crying out as the Sith Guard spared him now mercy behind the force of the blow. They want to use you as a weapon against me. [member="Lady Kay"]'s words repeated themselves in his mind in the brief moment that Veiere had in his agony, eyes closed and teeth grit together. Attack them from the inside! This is your redemption. A groan escaped him as Veiere forced himself back to sit upon his legs, kneeling as he had been, listening to his Wife's refusal to submit to [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Before she cut the communications, Kay spoke of a blockade around the Systems Alliance territories. Veiere hadn't been aware of this; just how long had the Sith been plaguing their worlds.

Sparing a glance to that of Carnifex, he shook his head slowly "Commenor may be a peaceful world, but we don't scare easily". It had been as Veiere had said, Kay wouldn't sacrifice her people for his sake, she'd be stupid to do so. Veiere understood the situation for what it was, they were well out-classed and they couldn't last forever yet Kay claimed to have months worth of stores, anything could change within that length of time. Surrender would be cowardice, especially with the way the Sith Empire would treat the Commenori and Alliance refugee's they sought.

Exhaling slowly under his breath, Veiere didn't exactly have a lot of options there. Kay wished for him to fight yet he was unarmed and surrounded by the Dark Lord's Elite. The Observation deck was a ways off from the surface of Commenor, yet what height, he wasn't closer enough to the edge to determine whether or not he would survive a fall. His weapons had been removed of him days back, the Lightsabers that he had created before his knighthood back upon Svivren had been with him for an age, yet they could be anywhere now.

For now, he would have to bide his time and choose his moment carefully.

Spoiler: Tags

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Ayessa Kroan"] | [member="Lauri Törni"] | [member="Darian Helsic"] | [member="Vestille Thumahra"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Iakchi"] | [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Aten Ramses"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Darth Scuros"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Macharius Solaire"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Vallory"]

(Sorry if I missed anyone!)

 

[Atlas Kane]

Allies: [member=Ronan Vizsla], [member=Darth Carnifex], [member=Koda Fett], [member=Vilaz Munin].
Enemies: The Commenor Systems Alliance
Others: [member=Veiere Arenais]
Location: Commenor, Observation Platform

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Standing some distance behind the Mandalorians gathered on the observation platform along the Emperor and his prisoner, Atlas was less occupied with the conversation happening before him. The sense of overwhelming force descending on the last bastion keeping Commenori space in order had him oddly at ease. A reassurance of victory, of supremacy, that left little doubt in his mind about the Empire's true strength. There was little point in him pondering the tactical aspects of the engagement anyways, he was in no command position and had accompanied the 'Alor' of House Vizsla, as the Mandalorians called him, to this battle more so than he had the Sith Forces. For the moment there would be little that was asked of him, last negotiations were still underway, more likely than not mere pleasantries for the pleasure of one or the other parties involved, which gave him time to take in the scene displayed before them more intently.

He'd allowed himself to enter into a deep state of meditation, certain in the safety of their position, during which his mind wandered through the Force, surveying the battle and all the emotion that came with it from a more spiritual level rather than the physical, as the holographic display a few metres before him showed. All the subtleties lost to the strategists and warriors assembled here today were revealed to him this way, as his mind's eye washed over all the different stages upon which the elaborate dance of battle was being performed. Through the Force he felt the intense emotions of Sith and Commenor alike, engaged in brutal warfare. Their hopes, fears, triumph, and despair washed over him like paint upon a canvas, slowly flowing together into a complete picture of pure, unabridged life in its most natural state.

It was exhilarating, to feel so much at once. Nearly the entirety of the range of sentient emotion was represented in this one battle and so strongly. So much, in fact, that it was nearly overpowering. Only with a great amount of effort did Atlas manage not to simply lose his own sense of self as his conscious drifted through the battlefield, taking in a flood of information. The physical world around him had long faded from his perception, leaving him only with what the Force exposed. And all of it he consumed eagerly, he'd never felt anything like it before. Despite the danger, the sensation of one mind grasping so much knowledge at once was more than enough to keep him longing to experience as much of it as he could before the time for them to act would finally come. An obligation that served as one of the few anchor points of his own personality within his mind.

 

[Zef Halo]

Main Line, Chasin City
Commenor
w/ a band of two dozen privateers
Engaging (?) [member="Ursula Vizla"]
Trynna loot a museum, aight.

"Dun' think she heard ya, Roh" Kalen stated behind him. "Busy shootin' random chit and screeching like a darn space banshee, that."

"Ha did ye kna she's a she, marra? The' aal cud beh druuids far a cud see wit dat arma." Vruun protested. Who was Kalen to assume genders? It bothered the simple minded Vruun.

"There be a fem'nine breas'play ya dumm brick. Ya gonn' fethin' blind afta Roon, haven't ya."

"Oi, shut it ya." Vruun grumbled as he noticed what Kalen was telling him. "Dun matta to me, hate 'em aal equally, me."

"Get your personal shields up. She's got disruptors." Rohak interrupted the two's meaningless dialogue. "If she is not going to bother with us, we might as well get a move on and try and sneak by their line."

"Ha 're we gunn sneak by a karkin' battlefiel', Roh, man?" Toothless Vruun asked.

"Just follow me. Shoot anything that moves." And with that the dar'manda paced forward with the two dozen privateers behind him spread out and going from cover to cover. Rohak used the resilience of his armor to gain more yards while his carbine found its first target. Triple blaster fire in the back was enough. He wasn't sure whether it was a Mandalorian or a soldier from Commenor.

But as Vruun would say - Dun matta mooch to me.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Chasin City, Royal Palace.​

Objective: Protect and Evacuate the People of Commenor.​

Special Inventory: Jedi Armor, Side-Arm, Lightsaber & Heavy Buckler.​

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Caedyn Arenais simply stood there listening to his Mother argue with the leader of the Sith, [member="Lady Kay"] bringing up the blockade around their territories as an obvious justification for spoken hostilities. What he didn't expect was her lack of compassion for Veiere Arenais. His Dad may have done some bad stuff...-Horrible stuff, but Caedyn didn't think his Mom could just leave him like that. Blinking a couple times as she had the communications deactivated, Caedyn turned to look at her alarmed and astonished.

"If you see Lori, tell her to start making her traps...".​

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His Mom told him on her way out of the throne-room, leaving Caedyn there with Olivia and [member="Baron Morcus"]. She still wanted to protect him but there were more people in the City outside of the Palace walls. There was plenty more important stuff that Caedyn could be doing than rounding up the people within her Government, like the Civilians that hadn't yet escaped the Chaos...-And of course, there was [member="Loreena Arenais"]. Where was she?

"I'm going to look for my Sister" Caedyn informed the pair of them, turning and moving off before they could complain or point out his Mom's wishes; "Olivia, send me Dad's Co-ordinates when you get 'em" the Sith were out in force and already there were signs and sounds of fighting going on. The Deflector Shield was their only hope of surviving, so once he'd tracked down his Sister, Caedyn planned on checking over their security before going to look for their Dad.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Ayessa Kroan"] | [member="Lauri Törni"] | [member="Darian Helsic"] | [member="Vestille Thumahra"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Iakchi"] | [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Aten Ramses"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Darth Scuros"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Belphaegor"]

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

[video]https://youtu.be/sSwFxMLQltE[/video]​

The music echoed inside one of the common areas of the bunkers. The music was beautiful and calming to those that took cover inside. The depth of the bunkers not only protected them from orbital bombardments, but from the sounds of battle taking place far above them.

Lori had been back on Commenor a while before her Mom's attack on the Sith blockade. The young Princess had been training secretly with her Dad, [member="Veiere Arenais"] , learning about the Forceand what abilities it could give her. Aready she knew of a couple of them, having taught herself when she was younger, before her twin brother [member="Caedyn Arenais"] was sent off to train with the Je'daii. But her time spent after his departure was with the Mandalorians under the guidence of [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] and [member="Kaine Australis"] . But fate or the Force brought her back home after her travels alone, and brought her back to help redeem her Dad.

Lori looked to the faces of those in the common room with her. Some may have recognized her, but others were too busy with worry and fear. It was probably a nightmare up there. And who knows what it would be like when it was all over.

She walked over to a girl of about five years old whom had dropped her little stuffed toy Ewok. The little girl looked up at her in shock. Lori knelt down in front of her. "Are your parents up there? Mine are too. Or at least my Mom is. And probably my brother too. But we'll be safe down here. There's lots of food, water, toys and even soldiers to protect us. We'll be okay. What's the motto for Commenor?
Do you remember?" The little girl shook her head and Lori then realized that she was probably too young to learn it in school. "Well it's 'Commenor Survives'. And we will! We survived Imperial and Sith occupation before, many times in history. We'll survive this one too. You'll see."

Lori gave her most confident smile, hoping to reassure the girl as best as she could, before getting toher feet and heading out of the common room. She needed to get to the big stairwell and get to the tunnels tohelp more people that could be making their way inside.

At least, among other things, the armoury was well stocked too.

 

[Tehkyram]

Objective: Wipe them out. All of them.
Allies: Sith Imperial Legion
Enemies: CSA Soldiers // [member="Mereel Vaun"]

A taunt. How pitiful. But there was no fear in this Jedi, at least not fear that Tehkyram could smell. Was he as jaded as Tehkyram was? Was he naive? Or perhaps insane? No matter. He would know terror soon enough. Tehkyram bounded forward towards the Jedi, drawing his saber. Tensing his muscles, he sprang from the ground, launching himself through the air. Once he began his descent, he brought his blade down in a crushing blow...

...cleanly bisecting a CSA soldier to the rear of the Jedi. The blade sawed through armor, flesh, and bone with ease, making a clean vertical cut from top to bottom. The soldier didn't even have time to scream before both halves, flesh seared from the blade, fell to the ground. It reminded Tehkyram of a bit from a play he enjoyed.

"...And that, son of Alderaan, is who I am."

-Darth Uxas, "The Tyrant of Korriban" Act I, Scene III

If the Jedi wasn't scared, the soldiers certainly were. Having introduced himself, Tehkyram pivoted on his heel and charge the Jedi from the rear, leading into another powerful overhead hammer blow with the same raw power as the previous one.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Chasin City

Allies: CSA and Allies
Enemies: TSE and Allies

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The padawan watched the red-haired grand master strode off into the city, seemingly bound on her own mission, wherever it was the force chose to take her. For a moment Asraa just stood there, feeling the cool breeze brush over her skin before raising one hand to tap at her glasses, the lenses polarising as Odin linked into the city's map, producing a navigation line in the direction of the Shield Generators.

"Ok people, we've got new orders, the embassy's pretty well protected but," she nodded at the lieutenant standing nearby as he watched his men line up the vehicles, "Take half of the rangers and head to the embassy, we need to make sure everyone there manages to make it out safely. I'll take everyone else to the shield generator to reinforce Master Nooran." In his defence the lieutenant only paused for a moment before he nodded, moving down the steps as the team split smoothly in two. In no time at all the Sleipnir had faded back into its cloak as the Jedi rumbled down to road towards the Shield Generator the rest of the Silver's had chosen to gather around as bolts of energy still rained down from the star destroyers in orbit. The sith didn't seem to be letting up on the attack, but they didn't seem to be able to break the defences surrounding Chasin City, a kick in the face they probably weren't enjoying too much right now. Eventually they might break through, but for now the defenders retained their advantages.

 

[Mythos]

Never using slugs again... Mythos thought as he flung himself as a human shield to protect what members of the NSF he could, his armor was able to absorb most of the damage. His rifle was discarded, a pile of broken durasteel and synsthmesh where it landed. Luckily Mythos was able to tackle several of his men out of the way with minimal damage to his armor. Laying on top of his soldier he pulled a powercell from the man and replaced his armor cell with it, now he was back at 100% power in his suit. He moved fast, using the agility granted to him by his suit to turn back into a fighting stance facing his opponent and looking him in the eye. He still had yet to exert himself using the force and his opponent had taken damage. He was good, powerful and experienced yet he sensed something in him... something that made him smile under that armor. Time to get up close and have a chat.

One hand held his rudis and the other the legendary Axe of Adas. His fingers twitched and moved slightly, that it itself were commands to the NSF to get up and continue firing in formation. Mythos did not worry about being hit by his own men, he was armed and they were experienced... the jedi would not be able to protect himself from fire if Mythos was on him with bladework... or so he thought.

Using the repulsor boots and not the power of the darkside Mythos sought to close with the enemy and bring his true weapons to bear. Mythos was Juyo specialist, he was very good at Jar'Kai, good at Soresu and Djem So and experienced in a standard degree in every form of lightsaber combat except Niman... but nothing came close to his complete mastery of Juyo. He enjoyed fighting more than anything else in the galaxy, [member="Darth Ophidia"] made sure of that. His bladesmanship began when Asajj defeated him in his first trials of the One Sith, he swore to never be outdone by the blade since that day. While Juyo was designed to be used with light weapons to take advantage of the strikes and speed Mythos had designed his style to use that speed with heavier weapons adding power to an already powerful fighting style.

"I feel it. You have anger and fury... You like to kill...."


A meter before touching his opponent Mythos abruptly stopped, swooped low and let go a combination of cuts and slices that were extremely unorthodox and strange to look at. He cut low with the axe, aiming at the ankle of his opponent while his body twisted in a way that let the Rudis guard high and his body facing the opponent to offer the least space to hit as possible, as to say, only giving him his shoulder. Out of the blue and with incredible speed the Rudis snapped forward in a thrust aimed at his face yet never leaving that strange stance, high up, pointed down, wrist twisted in a sickening angle.

[member="Aten Ramses"]​

 

[Jaster Awaud]

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Location: Outer Limits of Commenor System
Objective: Break the Blockade of Commenor
Allies: CSA
Enemies: TSE
Logistics: UTC Corporate Navy and the Alliance Navy

The opening volley of the combat was greeted by the combined military forces of the Kuat and UTC 1st Attack Group. The battle was looking to take a good turn as the superior ASW Fighter and the Torrent Fighters were much stronger then the Sith Fighters. The waves of Devoted Pilots however, was something that bordered on insanity. For each starfighter that was taken out by his fighters another five would replace them and the endless volley of Corvette protection was also something that prevented his Strategy Bombers were not able to break through. The battle was even, no one was able to break through, and yet his Fleet was still holding its pressure to break any form it could. His Shield Corvettes held back most of the damage from the enemy and his hit and run Attack Frigates were chipping at whatever armor they could by taking actions against the Sith Corvettes.

On of the Officers on the deck called out to Jaster, "Sir, an unknown Ship has entered the battlefield and was shot down in the cross fire, we do not know who fired upon it."

Jaster was talking to another officer, "This is a battle Major, we can not be worried about that kind of stuff, attempt to get a tight beam to the ground and inform them of the shot down craft and pray."

He ended his conversation and looked over the battle map in his Star Destroyer that was acting as the Flagship of the Combined Fleets. It was at this time that he heard from the Navigation Officer, "Sir, the Denon Attack Group has left the battle grounds and entered Hyperspace, Trajectory is Denon."

Jaster paused as he thought it over, and then he slammed his fist into the terminal that light up the Holographic Battlemap. "Damn!!" It could only have been [member="Macharius Solaire"]. Jaster had worked behind the mans back and worked with his Opponents in the Denon Chamber to get those ships. However, the man must have wiggled some of his Loyal Officers onto the Ships without Jaster noticing. This only proved his thoughts about the man siding with the Sith, no proof before, but the man picked the perfect time to show his colors. "Continue the assault, we must make a hole in the blockade to get the supplies to those on the surface."

The Tactical Officer nodded, "Sir, it seems the Sith Armada is not moving to break the Blockade, I suggest we narrow the attack in section Foxtrot 33 point 5 cross Tango 160 point 1, its their strongest point and a single attack could cause the rest of the armada to react."

The Droid stepped in, "Viceroy, if the Armada reacts we will not be able to hold them off for long."

Jaster only looked at the map, "True, but if they focus on us, they wont focus on the smaller weaker Supply Fleets, inform the Remodeled Supply Ships to join the Core Fleet, lets get this plan coordinated with the rest of the Fleets."

Combined Fleet:

Spoiler

Vanguard:
10x Kyr'yc Ayahada Attack Frigate
6x Adjudicator-class Star Destroyer
3x Nixor-class Cruiser
3x Solace-Class Heavy Cruiser
2x Jaraden-Class Fleet Carrier
1x Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser

Core:
10x Kyr'yc Ayahada Attack Frigate
5x Solace-Class Heavy Cruiser
5x Adjudicator-class Star Destroyer
3x Chasin-class Star Destroyer
3x Jaraden-Class Fleet Carrier
2x Separatist Supply Ships
1x Wyyrlok-Class Star Destroyer "Mando Loot"

Supply:
10x Crusader class Corvettes
6x Hammerhead Class Frigates

8x Pelta-class Transport Frigates
3x AA-9 Coruscant freighter
4x Xeta-class Troop Carrier
4x Spewer class Assault Ship

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Location: Base Camp
Objective: Disable the Deflector Shield
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Belphaegor"], [member="Khonsu Amon"], [member="Enyo Typhos"], [member="Darth Morrow"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZAjE14FQkQ​

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Warning signs flashed across the screen of the terminal, blocking Sebastian's access to the Commenori intelligence network. He bit his index finger in thought, then set his headset aside so that he could hear any commands from the Sith in charge. He swiped a button and pulled up a window, where he received the encryption key for the network. In the text box, he typed away as he decrypted the lines of code, overriding each security block in the process. The boxes flashed with green text granting him access, before they disappeared entirely.

New voices joined Matsu and Belphaegor behind Sebastian, including one which he recognized. He turned around and raised his hand in a small wave towards Enyo, while smiling towards Khonsu. They had first met when Sebastian was still a mathematics student. He remained thankful to the Empire for saving him from a teaching career. He rose to his feet and extended a hand for Enyo to shake if she wished.

"Hello Miss Typhos, Agent Sebastian Thel reporting." Before the woman could grip his hand, Sebastian recoiled and pulled his wrist to his chest. His eyes remained on the wall as he turned his head towards Khonsu, the ends of his lips curving into a coy smile. "Good to see you again, Khonsu." As he spoke, the terminal beeped and he made a note on the air with his finger.

"Now where was I?" Sebastian said openly to himself. He turned back towards the computer, gasping slightly upon watching the data from Commenori intelligence roll down the screen.

The analyst adjusted his glasses and sat down, placing his fingers upon the keyboard again. The information arrived and he sifted through every figure to locate a classified map of the city underground, as well as blueprints of the deflector shield. He entered a route to the architectural plans stored within the network. Tracing frequencies in the data, he latched onto several keywords and opened up one of the finalized blueprints of the shield generator.

The design was marked with several weak points, which could be accessed from underground. Following the keywords from his search, Sebastian located a map of the underground, which charted the sewers and other tunnels built beneath the city. Radars flashed on the design, indicating points beneath the shield which could be breached. Muttering beneath his breath, he quickly calculated the distance between the camp and entrances accessible through both the sewers and the tunnels. His eyes darted between the blueprint and the points of the map as he deduced the least efficient options.

"Lady Xiangu, I've located a classified design of the shield generator which is marked with several accessible points. They lead to the sewers and a series of tunnels which run underneath the city. Calculating proximity now." Speaking assuredly to Matsu, the analyst pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His tone was soft and monotonous, almost robotic, as though feeling or opinion was lost in the wake of the task at hand.

As he calculated the distance between each underground route, he encountered a problem with the underground tunnels. They were unstable and would possibly collapse should combat occur within. "Deducing options. The tunnels run too deep and will take up more time to travel through. The walls are also unstable, with a high chance of collapse should combat break out." Sebastian spoke as he compared proximity and depth of both routes.

"Looks like our best bet is the sewers. The walls are strong and the proximity is within a close distance to the camp." He turned around and faced the four other leaders of the operation. Wiping the data on the Commenori network to avoid the enemy tracing his search, he opened a new window and prepared a map. Marking the access points on the deflector shield, he calculated the most efficient route through the sewers, which he traced on the map. Hitting the projection button, he displayed the map on the holo-terminal in the center of the room for all company to see.

"Roger." He said in response to Matsu's request. Raising two fingers above his forehead, he waved his hand in a mock salute. He opened the communications network to the Eldritch base and began to upload the newly aquired information. "Transferring data to Section 13." He brought up a new window and prepared an encrypted message, requesting backup at the access points of the deflector shield, then patched the message through.

Suddenly, the waves on the frequency meters began to shift out of control. When Belphaegor brought the attention of the group to panicking over the comms, Sebastian placed his headset on his ears. Static buzzed inside of his headphones, marred with muffled voices slurring eerily beneath the rain of artillery shells. "I'm on it." He said to Belphaegor. He swerved his chair around to the terminal monitoring the trenches. He transmitted a map of the Western front to the terminal in the center of the room. Coordinates flashed and indicated warnings.

"Deploying aerial droids." He said in affirmation and patched in a code to activate aerial droids. The droids, built with security monitors were released over the Western front from Imperial vessels. As they were sent out over the trenches, Sebastian controlled them from behind his terminal.

At the top of Sebastian's screen, the footage captured by the aerial droids displayed the activity on the Western front. The voices on the frequency meter bounced around, their signals growing more aggravated by the second. Sebastian transmitted the feed from the droids to the main terminal in the center of the base. Footage of Imperial soldiers being plummeted by Commenori artillery played in real time for everybody to see. This was the closest the mathematician had ever been to trench warfare. He recoiled in his seat and inhaled.

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: SJO Embassy -> Front Lines
Allies: SJO and CSA
Enemies: TSE, heading towards [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Objectives: Get involved in the fight.

Everyone got a move on, evacuations were underway with Master Nooran organising a party to head to the shield generator. Yuroic stepped outside the building and looked up at the space battle that was happening. For a short moment, Yuroic felt the presence of familiar being, a dangerous being that had Yuroic's skin shiver with goosebumps. His mind raced back to Mirial, the failed attack by the Silver Jedi Order on the Sith Empire. The attack left his body and mind shattered and changed Yuroic forever. His happy go lucky exterior changed to a dark, brooding appearance. His knuckles whitened as his gripped his bow.

He needed to get revenge. It was time to get back on track.

Taking a deep breathe, Yuroic checked his gear, his armour was fitted properly and Yuroic had his Lightsabers that he created after Mirial, having lost his first ones on the planet. There were phantom pains in his arm as Yuroic moved towards the front lines, nearer the cyborg Dark Sider. He never got much information about who she was or what if she was a Sith Lord or not. Yuroic moved through to the shield that blocked his path to the front lines. While it helped defend the city, it was in his way to revenge which Yuroic cursed them for. He needed to get through but there were no way he could do so from his position.

 

[Kat Decoria]

Location: Chasin City
Allies: [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | CSA, SJO and allies
Enemies: TSE and enemies
Objective: Assist Beth in her mission

It was Beth, however, for some unknown reason to Kat for the moment, Beth had changed her name to Debra. She wasn't sure what this meant, was she no longer part of the Mandalorian Empire? Kat wondered she should offer Beth to chance to seek refuge in the Silver Jedi space after all this, Caedyn was part of the Order now too. When Beth got close, Kat could feel that she wanted to share a hug but didn't, she too knew the awkwardness of the situation between their two factions. In the moment, Kat didn't care, she just wanted a friend, moving forward she gave Beth a tight hug. It was great to see Beth again, even if her people hated Mandalorians, this one was different in Kat's eyes. Hopefully, they wouldn't always be enemies.

"Be... Debra, what do you mean when the shield falls? The Silver Jedi have it protected, we are organising evacuations for the citizens in case of orbital bombardment." Kat paused as she listened to Beth's plan going forward. The palace was where she was heading, it was a personal mission, something she wasn't sure that her Master would let her do while there was a bigger mission going on. However, if Kat always listened to her Master then she be a Padawan like Charlie or Saka. Which was sensible path but Kat thought it was a boring path so she smirked to Beth as she nodded her head eagerly.

"Well can't let you have all the fun stuff to do alone!" Kat smiled as she looked to the way Beth gestured. "So, Be... uhhh Debra, why is it so important to help the Arenais? Aren't they powerful Force Users themselves?" Kat didn't want to stop Beth but better understand her reasoning for going forward with this. Kat was sure that the Queen and her family had a large security force while being capable fighters themselves. She followed Beth closely as she watched her friend for her reply.

 

[Rook Lokar]

It's the opportunistic survivalist that endures all. One that is ready to take the life of another if it means they prevail, ready to steal what they can from the weakest of individuals to afford just one more day in the land of the living, the man ready to throw someone to the wolves if it'll slow those ghastly predators down for just a moment. Rook may be many things, and he was certainly among those. It was his life he valued above all else, and if these people were to die than so be it. Rook believed himself nothing all that special deep-down, even if he made it seem as if he was the greatest at whatever it was that he claimed. It was in his nature to do so, even if he fought against those tides. It surely didn't help that the people he often associated with were worse than himself, for Rook truly wasn't 'bad', just pretending to be something he's not in a Galaxy he hardly understands. Still struggling to find his path despite the cocky smile and false bravado.

Maybe it was this false-life he lived that forced a tense expression on his face as those within the city still ran rampant, screams of the innocent fading into obscurity as they eventually ran off to their perceived safety. He happened to turn away from the window, either finding himself bored of seeing the same thing as he waited with anticipation of Ayessa's arrival. The R2 unit did nothing but stare back as Rook placed both hands on his hips and cast a glance at the ground before his feet.

R2-C4 began chirping as if he was trying to speak, for that's exactly what he was doing. All he was met with, however, was Rook's response of, "Yeah, whadda'yknow."
[member="Ayessa Kroan"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjQVj4z1tcQ​

Sith-Imperial Courer[/URL], in the skies above Chasin City
Objective: Social Studies (Sith Academy remix)
Equipment: [ Sith Imperial Academy Robes ] [ Lightsaber ]
Engaging: [member="Marina DeVoe"]

The three badawans had everything necessary for the Sith Inquisition (which no one suspects).

To start with, food. Food was always a necessity of the Dark Side. Or just younglings in general. A bag of frag snack chips looked as though it had been torn apart by a pack of wild animals, with a dusting of chip fragments scattered about the interior of the passenger compartment where the trio of younglings were working at their group project in social studies. Blink, of course, was not eating. Did Polydroxol even eat at all? To be honest, it was a question that the young Cathar didn't put much thought in.

In contrast, the space between Micah and Jorah was littered with the trappings of their snacking. A handful of spicy warra nuts rolled around on the floor. Bits of frag chips were ground underfoot anytime any one of them moved. A stick of Ewok jerky was dangling down from the Zabrak's mouth, while Micah casually blew bubbles with the brightgum that he was chewing.

Second of all, a good Sith Inquisition (which no one suspects) required music. True to form, the interior of the Sith-Imperial Courier was resonating with the juvenile synth-pop sensation known across the galaxy as Bustin Jieber. And, just like with the food, the two organic younglings were bopping along while the Polydroxol just sat there.

And last of all, they needed something that would hold their two-second attention--SQUIRREL!

...wait, not squirrel, it was a ship!

"New contact!" the Cathar noted aloud, as soon as the blip lit up on the sensor feed.

And, wow, that thing was really moving.

Maybe it's braking thrusters were malfunctioning?

"Contact bearing two-one-seven mark five," Blink's oddly inhuman voice uttered, as the Polydroxol reached out to adjust the controls in front of it. "Dispatching units four-zero-zero-eight and zero-nine."

Rising up from below, a pair of TIE/D automated starfighters began approaching where the unknown vessel was tracking across the Commenori sky, their sensors probing to try and determine whether the ship in question was friend or foe.