Invasion The Siege of Tion | SO Invasion of EOTL Held Tion

[Fiolette Yvarro]

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Fiolette seated in her command chair, had become one with the Warspite. Eyes illuminated in an eerie ember glow, she monitored the transmissions as they arrived. Data from the probes trickled in slowly and then faster, the pings were working. The enemy fleet made a tremendous amount of noise over the silence of the dead and the haze of their fights with Maldor Mecetti and Bella and whilst they did so. The Bercey's who pushed through from the top of the cloud with their escorts and Resurgents were able to paint out a lovely map. Katherin DuPorcelen positions were steadily revealed through pings, but Fiolette wanted something more concrete before acquiring targeting solutions.

"Ki akûti an tu'iyia akûti, ki awatia an tu'iyia awatia, ki kakija tuti tu'iyia kakija, shiantara." Fiolette closed her eyes and through her bond with Taeli Raaf began to see the battlefield in its entirety. Setting her sights on the fleet advancing from Hightower's flank. "Acquiring targeting solutions, adjust vectors Wexley-Nine-Nine." Then a tilt of her head whilst the droids continued about their enternal duties to the Warspite. "Acknowledged Hightower, adjusting your tactical data, acquiring targeting solutions."

The Admiral's main fleet pushed in from the bottom of the cloud and once linked with its over half would move toward the Mors Mon, effectively trapping the enemy between the two main forces. Fiolette through Taeli's own Battlemeditation pushed to be able to see the main ship from the enemy. "Acquiring preliminary information, enemy vessel signature locked. INS Requiem," a small smirk played on her lips, "to say nothing of creativity with vessel naming conventions." She counted up the enemy vessels and approximated the distances utilizing long range sensors. With the aid of Michael Hightower and his... long range weapons, would make it easier to gain a more accurate targeting solution.

Dansen reported the fighters being damaged and taken out. "Remain calm," Fiolette informed the droid, "they simply will venture back out once they've respawned."

"Map projection completed, Hightower, transmitting data to you this is the current battlefield. You have a small group of vessels, scouts aiming to rush you. I'll handle the flank, advise to activate short range weapons." With that the transmission ended and Fiolette focused her weapons, the Warspites' particle lance weapons and hypervelocity cannons fixated on the Requiem, the Warspite and its fleet had crossed into long-range distance as they faced the Mons. The Kimbrell's devastating Demeter cannons meant the ships had to adjust to face in the direction of the Requiem itself. Persephone weapons from the Kimbrells would fire in tandem with them. Of course the maps' accuracies were not guaranteed but at the very least it would let the enemy know that they had been seen and that they would continue to be targeted until they forfeited the battle or perished. Ships would begin to activate the ionization fields on their weapons, if available, to ensure that shells would be ready to make it toward their intended targets.

Mukhtiars would be pressed throughout the lower fleet's formation to ready to intercept any wayward missile or fighter that attempted to get near. Their anti-starfighter weapons were ready to activate, and to react at a moments notice. Whilst the Berceys and the upper fleet continued to use sound navigation and ranging to ping for enemy and friendly locations. Fiolette looked once more through Taeli's battlemeditation to map out what she could see of the battlefield. The Seawolves would acquire targeting solutions of the enemy's escort cruisers, and as Fiolette engaged the Battlemeditation once more as the Netherworldian cog that was her heart began to heat up. "I recognize these ships, they're from the bloody Eternal Empire." Fiolette nearly sneered as her facial expression shifted momentarily. Undoubtedly her own beloved would have sensed the change and may have figured out just what sort of ships the Sith Empire had to face on that day.

The Admiral aligned the Fortans' voidbreaker cannons toward the heavy missile corvettes, and dispatched half of her Bolts toward the enemy with at least one resurgent to break down from the upper fleet and follow in with them. Two-thirds of the Daggers would also be dispatched forward with the resurgent and the bolts as they headed toward the fleet on Hightower's flank. Vindicators would push forward with them as support, and then her attention turned toward the long range weapons that Hightower had given over to her. Through their encrypted channel, Fiolette opened another transmission, and provided the details necessary. "Artillery destroyers, acquire targeting solutions on the Requiem."

"Assault cruisers, target enemy escort frigates, star cruisers focus on enemy escort cruisers, star destroyers remain on the defensive stance." Once the orders had been given, Fiolette waited but for a breath, as she reached out to her fleet through encrypted communication channels. "Fire."

Immediately afterwards, "Dansen, expand the battlefield map, relay to Hightower, the storm conceals much and there are larger Eternal forces that loom within. Let us not be so keen or focused on what is in front of us." She ordered, and then reached out once more and felt the burning of the netherian machine in her chest. Black liquid began to trickle down from her nose and her eyes. Through the Force, Fiolette reconnected once more with Taeli. "Kam j'us maiyijia wa Nu saiyir ziji, kam Nu maiyijia wa j'us saiyir ziji. Akisi ki tsakwa ik an tnoi zûtanurzi, dro tu'iyia akûti sis misini waria tuti driyi diwiji. Sosûtari ki wtsia iw ri cka diâ dosika oi an tu'iyia shriusas."

Spoiler: Fiolette's Hell Fleet

Warspite x1 2292m | Firing at Katherin DuPorcelen 's INS Requiem w/ Particle Lance & HVC
= 4 Fighter Squadrons, 2 in pursuit
= 1 Support Squadron
Kimbrell x3 6000m | Firing Katherin DuPorcelen's INS Requiem w/ Demeter and Persephone, Ball Bearing
= 54 Fighter Squadrons, 27 in pursuit
= 6 Support Squadrons
Mukhtiar x 12 2160m | Defensive Screen
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Seawolf x3 1200m | Firing at Katherin DuPorcelen's Escort Cruisers w/ Georgiou, Polemons and Voidbreakers
= 9 Fighter Squadrons, 4 in pursuit
= 0 Support Squadrons
Fortan x3 600m | Firing at Katherin DuPorcelen's Heavy Corvettes w/ Voidbreakers
= 3 Fighter Squadrons, 1 in pursuit
= 0 Support Squadrons
Bolt x36 2160m | 18 Bolt Squadrons, Push Ahead
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Dagger x9 2322m | 6 Daggers, Push Ahead
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Vindicator x3 2250m | All Push Ahead
= 21 Fighter Squadrons, 11 in pursuit
= 0 Support Squadrons
Bercey x12 2160m | Continues to monitor reconfigured probes.
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Hammers x4 1984m | Escorting Berceys.
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Resurgent x2 6000m | 1 Resurgent, Push Ahead
= 24 Fighter Squadrons
= 8 Support Squadrons

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After Action Report:

• Fiolette utilizes High Sith + Shiantara w/ Taeli Raaf to use Taeli's Battlemeditation to view the battlefield.
• Berceys begin to inform Warspite of sound navigation and ranging data, allowing more accurate targeting solutions.
• Fiolette acquires targeting solution on the INS Requiem and its fleet.
• Upper and Lower fleet begin to push further toward one another in the cloud, while simultaneously pursuing enemy forces from behind.
• Acknowledges losses of fighters, acknowledges Hightower handing over long range weapons.
• Warspite and Kimbrells target Requiem with Long Range [Please see spoiler above for more details]. Michael Hightower 's Artillery Destroyers focus on Requiem as well. FIring w/ Long Range Weapons.
• Seawolves focus on enemy Escort Cruisers, Mordekais. [Please see spoiler above for more details.]
• Fortans focus on Heavy Corvettes, Retributions. [Please see spoiler above for more details.]
• Hightower's Assault Crusiers focus on Escort Frigates, Ashkelons. Firing w/ Long Range Weapons.
• Hightower's Sith Star Cruisers focus on Escort Cruisers, Mordekais. Firing w/ Long Range Weapons.
• Fiolette advises Hightower on next set of actions and to be cogniziant that there may be more EotL ships in the cloud.
• Fiolette makes contact w/ Taeli through the Force again.

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

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Tag: Gerwald Lechner | Tamna Korvan
Allies: Sith Order
Equipment: Obsidian-type Strike Armor | Red Lightsaber | KC-95 | Ulveand​

Naedira Darcrath's heart hammered in her chest, not from fear, but from the thrill of battle. The dimly lit corridor echoed with the sounds of combat—blaster fire, the hum of lightsabers, and the distant roar of the ocean pressing against the suddenly failing structure. The message from the Emperor had stalled her combatants long enough for her to breathe. Imperials waffled but the mercenaries seemed to be professionals. Adapting, reacting. Either to fight or stay…The decision was made swiftly. Her auburn hair, damp from the humidity, clung to her forehead as she moved with deadly grace, dispatching one enemy after another. She had taken her fair share of hits, her lip broken, and bleeding while the side of a once winsome face held a horrific hematoma.

She was not the warrior she once was, not as skilled, and relied heavily on brute force.

It had consequences.

<< “I am headed your way… I’ll be on you in about a minute. Be ready… I’m being tailed.” >>

Gerwald's mental touch was a welcome warmth amid the cold, metallic surroundings. She could feel his determination and urgency. The bond they shared was more than just a connection—it was a lifeline.

<<Being tailed? I taught you better than that…>>, Naedira mentally returned, her voice a mix of sass and steel. He would feel her internal laugh at his warning. <<…I'm always ready.>>

The facility groaned ominously as sections threatened to succumb to the relentless water pressure. Naedira knew they were operating on borrowed time. Chestnut eyes narrowed as she spotted the last few imperials, stubbornly holding their ground. With a flick of her wrist, her lightsaber ignited, casting a crimson glow that danced along the walls.

The first mercenary barely had time to react before Naedira's blade cleaved through his blaster. The weapon fell in two pieces, and she followed up with a swift kick to his chest, sending him crashing into the unforgiving wall. The second mercenary attempted to flank her, but Naedira was faster, her blade slicing through the air to sever his hand at the wrist. His scream was cut short by a relentless force push that slammed him into the far wall.

Suddenly, Gerwald was there. She sensed the approach of her other half just in time to see him dispatch the two enemies blocking his path with ruthless efficiency. As he ran past her, he deflected a barrage of blaster bolts, redirecting them back to their sources. The troopers fell in quick succession, creating a clear path.

In a heartbeat, his hand found her waist, pulling her close for a fleeting moment. Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still. She saw the urgency in his gaze, the need to escape, but also the flicker of something deeper. Words. A taunt. The image of a bounty hunter flashed in her mind, skilled, but a female driven by the vengeance of someone she…Didn't know. For credits?

What the absolute f—

"Guess your scorned sugar mommy is receiving you cold."

Naedira's jaw tightened. This was not the time. This was NOT the time. Instead, she defaulted toward duty as she always had. In truth…The Darth Empyrean created fear in her rather than inspiration. He was a ghoul. A creature of the deeper void, of every hell, and reminded her so much of her captivity in the Netherworld that it was hard to look upon his wolf-corpse features. It unnerved her even MORE that her murderer ( Darth Prazutis ) was somewhere on the field. But…Her opinion, her feelings, didn't matter, here. She had a job to do.

“Empyrean is determined to see this facility destroyed by the ocean that engulfs it.”

"Well…His majesty won't be disappointed.", she replied, her voice steady and resolute.

This facility would fall with or without their help. Nature was…Tricky, that way.

With a nod, they moved as one. Gerwald led the way, his lightsaber a blur of red as he deflected incoming fire. Naedira followed, her own blade striking out at any who dared to approach. They moved like a well-oiled machine, each action complementing the other. She was the shadow to his shield, slipping into the spaces he created, striking from the darkness.

They reached the airlock, but the door was sealed tight, the control panel blinking red. Naedira growled in frustration, her fingers flying over the keys in a desperate attempt to override the lock. The woman that she had seen through his eyes was a force to be reckoned with…But...Naedira, hated this.

Running. The she-wolf within her growled enough that her eyes began to shift into that of an animal. Brilliant, reflective. This…This was not how she fought.

She did not run.

She had died at the hands of the Mountain on the Fortressa because she did not run.

"We need to end this, Gerwald…I don't think she'll stop.", Naedira spoke softly, though, with a certain amount of anger he wouldn't be used to. The lithe woman, half-breed, turned back with intent to meet the challenge. "And…Don't think you're off the hook for this sugar mommy."

Come hell or apparently…Very high water.

 

[Sophia of House Marr]

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Tag: Ivixa Nera'kas | Zachariah Conway
Location: Capital City - Third Moon of Tion
Objective: Back in White Black
| Robes | - | Red Lightsaber | - | Cool Whip |
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Quote of the Moment:
"...Well...You need the villain. If you don't have one...The good guy can just stay home."
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Sophia Marr's lips curled into a dangerous smile behind her half-mask as the proclamation from Darth Empyrean echoed through the city and created waves of bedlam. Betrayal from within the Imperials? The irony was delicious, and it fueled the chaos the littlest Marr not-so-secretly thrived on. Her crimson eyes gleamed with malevolent delight as she imagined the confusion and panic spreading through their ranks. Imagine—Being a puppet for so many Empires, unwittingly, being fed to the grinder.

At least within the Order… Sophia knew her place. No one lied to the cannon fodder and propped them up as something that they weren't.

That realization must have stung.

Her comm continued to crackle with the demonic voice of the Emperor, and despite the crippling ache in her side from a previous wound, the success of her people rallied her, and she straightened up. Her gloved hand formed a hard fist and she smashed it against her side. Again. Again. Pain was power…And if they could complete their war goals so swiftly? House Marr could do the very same. Within her warped mind of nobility and obvious supremacy…Sophia saw the battlefield as a canvas, while she, was an artist assigned to paint it with destruction.

She liked her vocation.

The hidden figure that worked against her, the shooter, might have had other ideas, however... Sophia searched for the would-be assassin with every ounce of her strength but came up with nothing. She snarled at the audacity of anyone to hide from her so well. She strode forward to the body of the Imperial that she had used to block a bolt from tearing into Conway and picked it up roughly by the shoulder. "Show me—", she began to growl at the corpse, but she was interrupted.

A supersonic shock wave shot toward her. The trouble was in the name. Super. Sonic. As in—Faster than the speed of sound. By the time she heard it…It was already too late. Were it not for her extra sensory skills and precognition warning her of imminent danger she would have been hit hard, perhaps, even rag-dolled down the city street. Sophia's reaction was instinct. It was swift but not precise because she didn't know exactly what the danger was or where it was coming from.

Her hand snapped up and she dropped the dead man in the same movement. With a surge of her wild magic, she created a shield of crimson energy that sought to absorb the brunt of the attack. The force of the impact still knocked her back a step, but she remained upright, the pain and mind disorientation only sharpening her focus. She moved her head from side to side like a snake to try and shake it off. Her opponent was incredibly, rude.

Sophia was also not impressed with herself. That was sloppy. She couldn't afford, sloppy.

"…Is…Is that all you've got?", she taunted loudly, her voice dripping with contempt. She extended her senses to try and feel for a presence above her. From the angle, the blast had come from. Still, nothing. Her scowl deepened and she was forced to acknowledge that her enemy was not only skilled but smart. Not one of the rank-and-file troopers that crumbled like a soda can. But…Sophia was a little storm all her own and she would not be taken down so easily.

Drawing upon the sweetly whispering energy of the dark side, she focused and aimed toward where the bolts and sonic attacks had stemmed from. She followed the invisible trajectory, not, the person behind it. If she couldn't sense them? Find them? So be it. Sophia extended her hand toward the rooftop and with a fierce gesture, unleashed another torrent of scarlet energy, a chaotic blast aimed to shatter the structure and bring her opponent down to street level. The air crackled with raw power, the scent of ozone rising above charred flesh, above, the putrid odor of weakness and defeat.

Sophia felt a mad little thrill of exhilaration as she watched the rooftop begin to crumble. Black hair whipped in the wind like silk ribbons and the delight of a challenge burned bright in red orbs. "Enough of this—Face me!", she roared, her voice echoing through the streets. Smoke and the terrifying sound of bricks and mortar falling from a great height deafened her to the cries of startled soldiers. Those that were in the way were squashed, if they weren't smart enough to move. "Come out, come out…Little assassin…Little spy. Have faith that I WILL find you no matter what deception you employ."

Did she know if the shooter was a spy? An assassin? No. But, the way they kept themselves from her radar and struck with covered ground? It was telling. Game recognized game.

"I will burn this city block by block. Then—There will be nowhere left for you to hide."

Did she like the sound of her own voice?

Yes. Emphatically, yes. She did.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Laserfire rained down upon Him, but the Dark Lord was unperturbed.

With mechanical precision He deflected the bolts back to where they originated, often striking soldiers squarely in the head or right where their heart was located; sometimes multiple shots striking the same person repeatedly in the same exact spot to break through armor. He could see the trajectory of each blaster bolt before the enemy even squeezed the trigger, prescient sight allowing Him to move with inhuman speed and precision. Pieces of hangar machinery were torn from the walls, floors, and ceiling, and used to batter and crush the myriad of soldiers where they stood.

Even as a laser turret descended from the ceiling and pivoted to target Him, Carnifex watched impassively. Suddenly, the turret stopped dead in it's tracks, mechanisms straining against an unseen force. Then, the turret began to move in a manner not intended by it's operator. Gears shifted of their own accord, wiring rerouted electrical signals to create new commands out of the discarded initial ones. When it did open fire, it rained hell upon the soldiers it was ostensibly supposed to be defending, blasting them apart and vaporizing them into clouds of smoke and aerosolized detritus.

When the turret had fulfilled it's purpose, the Dark Lord yanked it from it's moorings and threw it towards the gateway leading further into the ship. The large mechanism slammed through the hallway, killing several soldiers in the process before exploding as it slammed against a distant wall. Fire swarmed the hall from the eruption, but the Dark Lord moved through it unaffected. A bubble-like shield of scintillating energy protected Him from the conflagration, which was dispelled the moment He passed beyond the blaze.

With masterful dexterity, the Dark Lord used the Force to override the controls of one of the warship's lift elevators. The doors opened to reveal a squad of soldiers inside, but before they could raise their rifles in surprise they found all of their movements frozen. Carnifex seized them with the Force, making them hold their surprised stances as He walked into the elevator with them. Their weapons were ripped from their hands and thrown back out into the hall way.

He held His lightsaber to one of their faces, and as the door began to closed the blade started to push into their armored helmet with a smoking puff of flame.

The sound of a horrifying scream was cut off just as the door shut tight.

Velran Kilran ​

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

House Mecetti Stormcrow Squadron
24 Tie Scout Craft
Tie Shuttle w Aftermarket Hyperdrive​

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The intercom on Maldor's command shuttle crackled to life. Yol Kan was reporting distressing news.

"We've lost all communications. There is a total battlefield blackout. There's no way to signal visually in this morass. Control of squadrons is effectively over."

Maldor looked out through the passenger pod window at the eternal tangle beyond. The black storm-cloud in space was now inundated with a snarl of tie-fighters and other craft from various factions, all dogfighting, evading, or getting blasted to pieces.

It was impossible to tell if the battle was going well, or poorly. It was impossible to know if the bombers had fired on their designated targets, or whether those bombing runs had been effective. It was impossible to know whether the Capital ships beyond the cloud had received their firing solutions, or made good use of it. Without communications, the sensor net was lost. The only resources Maldor could access were within the confines of this command shuttle.

He clenched a fist, gritted his teeth.

He had become utterly impotent. Destiny... or perhaps the Force... would decide this battle without him.

"I suggest retreating back to a position of safety, Lord Moff. Behind our allied Capital Ships. There isn't anything more we can do in here."

Maldor let out a long, exasperated breath.

Then he touched the intercom button.

"Very well. Take us back out. But try to kill something on the way. If that's the only contribution we can make, then let's make it."

Yol Kan was, at the very least, worth his wage. It wasn't long before an enemy fighter randomly appeared in the swirling chaos. The timing of the mercenary was perfect. One touch on the firing stud. Two laser-cannons fired at once. One bracketed eyeball-shaped ship detonated in a spectacular fireball.

It did little to improve Maldor's disposition, though.

Eventually, they emerged from the black devilry of the Sith storm. In the starry battlescape, things were not much improved. Maldor could see that capital ships had exited the storm and were now engaging. Anti-starship emplacements blazed all around. One shot stuck the shuttle, which shuddered. Once again, Maldor was glad of the vessel's shields, designed to protect VIP passengers.

"Bring us into Duporcelen's group. We'll try to shake some of the enemy fighters off of her, at least."

It was only a command shuttle. But it had shields, and laser cannons. With luck and skill, there were still wins to take, however minor.

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Maldor Mecetti Maldor Mecetti Darth Rasnuhl Darth Rasnuhl Katherin DuPorcelen Katherin DuPorcelen Bella Bella
Fiolette Yvarro Fiolette Yvarro Michael Hightower Michael Hightower Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean

 

[Domina Prime]

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ᚨ ᚷᛁᚱᛚ ᚹᚺᛟ ᛞᚱᛖᚨᛗᛊ ᛟᚠ ᚠᛚᛟᚹᛖᚱᛊ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚠᛁᚱᛖ
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A L L I E S: Darth Carnifex | Darth Prazutis | Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax

SISTERS: Arla Rodarch

ENEMIES: Everyone Else



"I want you to oversee their expulsion, Domina. You may do with them as you wish, so long as they are removed from the board. When that is completed, you will join us below." Darth Carnifex told Dima as he formulated a plan of action against the invaders of his vessel.

However, in all the God-Kings POWER & BIG BRAINY-NESS it seemed that for a brief moment, for whatever reason. He forgot who he was talking too!

Dimas many eyes were dilated as she stared at the magic formed in Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax hand, creating a small visage of Dimas face which completely enamored the girlish devil of an imp as she reached out with her claws and tried to take the magic from Teresas hand. "Woah cool its a Cute Dima!" She gasped.

Immediately the mystic image vanished from her hands, making her pout all over again as the blissfully naive devil crossed her four arms in an obvious display souring emotions. Her ear merely flicking at the mention of her name as she clawed and scratched at the scales of her neck as if she had some kind of rash or fleas, sighing deeply and glancing back at her father.

"Huh? What?" She echoed, grimacing as she tried to focus on whatever it was he had just said.

She had caught a couple words of it. But….they were words she did not know!

She awkwardly leaned over towards Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax and smacked her elbow into her body before lifting a hand and whispering towards the tall angelic lady. "H-hey! Psst! What does um…what does 'Expulsion' mean?" Domina asked with a completely straight face, her inadequacies when it came to receiving information rather they be military orders or just simple social banter rearing it's ugly head once again as the Primitive Xeno had always struggled comprehending the 'fancier' words of language.

Dima panicked, feeling as if there were eyes on her judging the girl.

She threw her hand up as if imitating a salute.

"Uhhhh, Dimas got it! This One will totally do the….thing…that you wanted…..probably…you can count on Dima!" She blurted out, giving Carnifex FOUR WHOLE THUMBS UP with all four of her arms as she smiled awkwardly from behind her mask.

She had no clue what she was supposed to do. But she'd fake it till she made it!

 

[Darth Empyrean]

"As you wish, meldanya...", Srina had said to him, then departed into shadow.​

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The Emperor marched forth, his footfalls clicking by way of metal inserts into his heels. It was a lesson he had learned long ago - announce your presence, so that even those that couldn't sense the dreadful fate he signified, at least they would hear his coming. Click, click, click... Heavy echoing strikes that sent his reputation before his arrival. Behind him, the lock step march of death troopers and Praetorians, carefully falling in line.​

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Before him, his staff shuttered in and out of plasteel walls, killing once more under his design at distance. His message had been sent, and so there would be little left than to find the manual overrides for the facility and bring it down upon itself. He could use the Force, but such a thing would be too incriminating, let this station and its backups fall under intentional mechanical failure. It made the plausibility this was Alicia Drey 's contingency more likely, and fed into the truth he spooned into the gullet of the imperials.​

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"Sir, station echo mapping indicates we are three levels above our target, and half a kilometer facing 137 degrees. Orders?", he asked as he marched up next to the great Sith that was their emperor.​

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"We go through the floor."​

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The man paused for but a moment, then nodded and took a step back to relay the message through the throat mic hidden beneath their suits. Their words would echo in a jarbled death trooper encryption before falling silent. Empyrean recalled his staff with a slap against his still meaty palm, then turned its maw towards the floor.​

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With a silent snap of dark light, the force saber burned bright and into the metal floor beneath them. It cut out a great cut, only to be forced down by his cloudy appendage, using the metaphysical nature that kept it manifested. A ramp was made, and so he repeated it, again and again until they were on the right level. The facility would show little evidence of what he had done when all was said and done - were this invasion truly successful, the would never see what he had done in its wreckage, and even if it wasn't, he had sent shockwaves through the Empire's upper stratum.​

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What faith would they have in any findings once their inquisitorial departments began to cannibalize themselves in the search for truth.​

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"We've ground to cover. Let us continue on our way. Send half of our forces to the hangars, and secure our men evacuations. I want no dead men left here - disintegrate them, or carry them home. Their service to the Empire will be done either way.", he said slowly as they walked, letting half the column break off to do his bidding.​

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"The rest of you, download any remaining data to Typhojem, and ensure all Imperial secrets are ours. I will see to the death of this facility myself. You have fifteen minutes, at most.", he offered, though his timing was tight. The elite that followed him simply nodded, and then in turn broke off towards the data centers and their backups.​

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Tag: Srina Talon // Gerwald Lechner​

 

[Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax]

Objective: 2
Allies: Domina Prime
Enemies:

She awkwardly leaned over towards Teresa and smacked her elbow into her body before lifting a hand and whispering towards the tall angelic lady. "H-hey! Psst! What does um…what does 'Expulsion' mean?" Domina asked with a completely straight face, her inadequacies when it came to receiving information rather they be military orders or just simple social banter rearing it's ugly head once again as the Primitive Xeno had always struggled comprehending the 'fancier' words of language.

"To get rid of them, to remove unwanted things," Teresa said with a light chuckle thinking it was not so long ago that she did the same thing. Actually she was still like that now. There was certainly many words that Carnifex said to her that was lost but she was getting better. Feeling the panic in the woman the Valkyrie simply petted its head seeing a little of her past self in this one. "There there."

"You should get yourself a retainer who helps explain words to you. That's what I did." Her hand came away assuming by now that it made the creature calm down. "Let us go."...

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Before leaving Darth Prazutis to deal with the mandalorians. The Valkyrie looked at the Xeno who was originally tasked with that. "Dima, you are with me then," Teresa said with a cold commanding tone that then flipped to excitement. "We will have fun on the surface. I have sent my commando's to deal with the power. If they have not succeeded by the time we get down there we will get to watch the fireworks." Feeling another tremor she knew the enemy threatening this fortress had come to give their bodys up for sacrifice. Teresa grinned and looked back at Dima. "Hey follow me this way. We are going to run through the shortcut to my hanger."

Rushing down the wide corridors the sounds of blaster fire grew louder then suddenly a door opened up ahead with blaster fire spilling through. Unfortunately it was not their door despite it looking a little fun. Instead of just passing on the woman gestured with her hands lifting the detonators attached to the back of a Kainite soldier. The small balls all beeped before she began to fling then down the three explosives down the hall. She did not stay to see the damage and continued to the next door.

The Vorpal Valkyries started to lift their weapons as the door began to shift, and very quickly they stood at attention. Teresa drew Sekitangara from the lightsaber auxiliary. Energy like flames began to spill out in its reddish pink of its flat blade and partly curved blade. Swinging it high above her head her eyes flicked between each of them that looked at the two entering. "Valkyries, load up!" she said loudly walking towards the Krovos-class Rapid Assault Transport.

It was quite roomy inside despite being filled with many people with wings. "Uhh, we will be doing a drop from high to glide in a little and choose a fun target area. Least that's how I normally do things." Her head turned towards Dima as the large doors began to shut and the transport began to lift from the hanger. "If you have any preferences for things to fight we can head to that. I wanna see what your tastes are for battle."

Two other transports joined along side the one Teresa was riding with dima. Looking through the slit windows it was easy to see the chaos of battle outside. It was hard to tell what was happening entirely from the small view, but with all the lines of turbo rounds lighting up space looked dazzling every time. "Say question. What do you think of battlefields?" She asked the Xeno wondering her answer. "For me I think they are beautiful, fun, dangerous. One of the few thing that makes me feel alive."

Her attention would be partly on Dima, ready to listen on the way down. The other part of her attention was that of the 23rd Blackened Valkyrie Regiment coms, the channel connected the leaders with constant updates of the movements and orders. "Umbra commando's are receiving resistance at the powerplant, they are requesting assistance."

"Tell'em Spiders are on the way. We'll blow them a path straight through"

"Exterior defences have been broken. 6-4 Keep that position held till we get out."​

"1-1 and 1-2 are entering the facility now."
​

"Enemy reinforcements are en-route to your position 6-4, they will be approaching from heading 182."

It was getting easier to follow along now with what was being said, despite her time away from battle, she took time to listen in during training. Mostly it was pure entertainment being able to watch them from the comfort of her own space. That was not the only reason, she had began to start sinking into military texts and documents that was recommended to begin studying.

​

Eventually the transport breached the atmosphere of the Tion and down to coast along the outskirts of the city at a distance. The large side doors began to open up creating a strong gust to rush inside. "So see anywhere that looks fun to you!?" She said shouting her question over the sound of wind rushing inside.

Spoiler: Lightsabers and equipment

Dark Valkyrie Armor
Iroai Amulet

Old Owners Lightsaber

Ancient Lightsaber

Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber

Fathers Lightsaber

Svikin hjörtu

Sekitangara

 

[Falentra]

The connection to the beast's consciousness allowed her to feel everything - the flow of water against its skin, and the pain as the tendrils were severed. As she had expected, the lone beast was cut down quickly by Teckla Tane , struck by the fatal blow of a saber. Blood in the water, the beast's fragile life faded - merely utilised as a pawn in her game. An effective distraction.

Between a gasp and a groan, Falentra seemed to awake, grounded back into her own consciousness and trying to shake away the lingering pain of the fatal blow that she'd felt moments ago. Koto had took over the piloting and was manouvring the ship towards the stronghold... perhaps too fast. "Woah... careful there." She reached for the steering, just in time to divert the craft away from hitting the wall of the entrace of the hangar. Breathing a sigh of relief.

They were now in teh dock within the stronghold. Falentra disembarked the thranta spawn, following Koto. Now back on the hard surface of land. "I don't doubt that imperial will return. Could you take care of her for me?" She asked, again there was the subconscious use of the alluring voice. "I will be back shortly. But if things go south, wait for me at the mothership." With that, she started moving towards the control room.

Falentra's mission was rather simple, to lead the Tsis'kaar and gain the intel of the stronghold... or so it seemed. Little did she know it was in the same interest of the bigger, more formidable party.

> Interface IM-346: system connection transmission interference
> IM-346 gateway re-established... packets relayed... enter system command~
> CTOii System Message: Unrecognized user // Typhojem // Access denied
> CTOii: emergency shutdown and reboot? .... Override protocol: no shutdown

Something was trying to get into her own system - getting much feedback in her head as her connections were established. The CTOii implant detecting another entity within the IM-346 system - errors and warnings. Perhaps the teen put too much trust in the security build of her implant - and of it's engineer, Mariah, the woman with decades of experience under her belt.

Whatever this Typhojem was... it was in the IM-346 systems, where she needed control and if they were on the same network it would risk her own device being meddled with. Falentra would try to severe its connection the system. She would not have this thing interfere with her mission.

> Gateway: IM-346 int 1-240p #reboot ...
> Proceed with reboot? [confirm]... Y...
> System rebooting ...

Codes and commands run down in her headspace. Just like that, the teen had single handedly commanded a reboot in the facility's power systems, a system compromisation that would make it easier for the Tsis'kaar to make their move. An electrical blackout - accidentally triggering the alarm systems, now the sirens rang loud as the backup power came up. It would be a small hinderance no doubt.

Rather distracted with running the CTOii, Falentra had not realised the incoming footsteps down the hallway... until she did.

"Oh bogan." Falentra muttered. What did one do exactly when they saw a bloodied empress marching right their way? A terrifying sight to behold. The apprentice was not briefed on this particular situation... her panic rising as the woman neared with each echo of a step. Perhaps a bow would have worked better in her favour... but instead falentra turned tail and ran the other direction, back where she came from.

Falentra was not fighting the goddamned empress of the sith....


Gerwald Lechner // Teckla Tane // Falentra // Darth Vindictus // Katherin DuPorcelen // Tamna Korvan // Srina Talon // Darth Empyrean
FALENTRA TRIGGERED FACILITY POWER SHUTDOWN/reboot

 

[Bella]

Location: Tion System
Objective: Storming In
Call Sign: Miracle
Allies: Maldor Mecetti Darth Rasnuhl Katherin DuPorcelen
Enemies: Fiolette Yvarro Michael Hightower Taeli Raaf

It was an uneventful, if lonely, flight back to her original course. Accompanied only by her craft’s artificial intelligence, the familiar lavender scent of her starfighter’s life support air purifiers, the occasional errant electrical discharge from the storm raging just outside her canopy, and the pounding of her own racing heart, Bella felt a wave of anxiety come over her as she worked. Her unease was only exacerbated by the fact that all of her attempts to Stormcrow Squadron via comms were met by an eerie, deafening silence. Nevertheless, the Togruta pressed on, until she finally arrived back at the rendezvous point set in her navicomputer—the position where Stormcrow One should have been, based on their previous heading and the pre-established course.

Instead, she found no immediate no sign of them.

Bella’s lekku twitched with concern as she attempted to scan for Stormcrow One, only to find her sensor readout come up empty, save for the fading remnants of a drive trail that matched the exhaust signature of a TIE shuttle. Sensing a potential opportunity, Bella directed her starfighter’s artificial intelligence to map and triangulate the signature, before displaying its findings in her HUD.

All indications pointed to them having turned back. Mission failure.

However, that knowledge came as a relief, coaxing a deep exhalation of breath that had been held for far too long. At the very least, they hadn’t been shot down, yet. Knowing that it was her responsibility to prevent such a thing from happening, Bella brought the engines close to maximum impulse and laid her starfighter on a course to follow the shuttle’s drive trail.

All the while, Bella did not allow her thoughts to linger on the fact that said drive trail was now her only safe, viable path out of the storm.

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: FAE/SF-01 “Sestina” Starfighter

• Status
  
  • Shields: 0%
  • Armor: 89%
  • Structure: 100%
• Systems
  
  • FAE/S-05 ECM Array: Inactive
• Armament
  
  • Cannon Hardpoint (6)
    
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
  • Ordnance Hardpoint (6)
    
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

• Bella follows the exhaust trail from Stormcrow One ( Maldor Mecetti ) at near-maximum impulse, using it as a yellow brick road to carry her out of the storm.

 

[Teckla Tane]

Objective 1: Lost to Static
Location: Waters surrounding Imperial Stronghold of IM-346, Tion
Outfit: Black Field Armor w/Breath Mask
Equipment: See Bio
Forces: Solo for the moment, Quarren and clone troops in reserve
Engaging: Falentra | Koto Demascón of House Marr

After dispatching of the distraction, Teckla moved faster than any human should have been able to in the water. Especially since she wore no equipment to aid such movement. But it was not going to be fast enough. The ship was going to make it to the station before she would catch it. Or would it? The Moff’s focus on the muscles of her body propelling her forward and the particles in the water that she was pushing aside with the Force to increase her speed, that she was left open to the suggestion of the ship’s pilot. Her eyes popped open and she desperately attempted to come to a halt as the ship appeared to reverse it’s heading and was now coming straight for her.

The Force Illusion would have been easily seen through causing only a slight delay, if the broadcast of Darth Empyrean had not occurred at nearly the same time. Despite leaving her troops to fend for themselves, the broadcast and subsequent communications black out caused so much chaos in her troops that the small connection she kept with them was bombarded with enough emotion that Teckla was not able to realize that the ship’s apparent attack was a ruse. Calm was slowly restored among her troops and as Teckla hovered in the water ready to take evasive action she realized that was not needed. The ship was gone. It had continued on its course to intercept the station. And was only a slight blip in Teckla’s vision.

Teckla cursed her amiability to the illusion and turned her focus to the connection with her troops. As she looked at the station they were supposed to be protecting she saw subtle signs that power was cut. She knew that communications were as well. She focused herself and picked out Skyria Kyrtan from all the troops in her net of control. They had a unique bond even though the Sergeant had no Force abilities. Teckla was able to communicate the need to retreat. Her aid and clones would be saved when the station fell. The Quarrens…well they were on their own. Teckla had always doubted how useful they would be when not protecting their own assets. Building her a defense fleet was quite enough use for the Quarren. The troops they sent into battle were just meat shields.

Before deciding what the next step would be, Teckla wondered what the fallout would be from the Sith broadcast of Alicia Drey as a traitor. The Moff Council already knew of the Staff Director’s presence at several opposing factions’ top secret meetings. Teckla herself had not decided whether the spymaster could be trusted or not, so this Sith tactic screamed as more subterfuge than disloyalty. The Moff would have to explain things to her second-in-command. Her clone troops would follow her commands no matter what outside forces told them. If any Quarren survived the battle she might have to explain some things to their Governor. But from Teckla’s sight the damage of the broadcast would be contained to Tion.

At the moment the future was the least of Teckla’s worries though. She grit her teeth behind the breath mask and stopped her hover to move towards the station. She had faith in Skyria’s ability to find a way out of the station and off the planet. But collecting Teckla from the open sea was not in Skyria’s talent list. Teckla would need to find her troops, or a secondary escape route. And maybe she would have another run in with that ship and get a chance to make up for falling for the operator’s ruse, which she felt she should have easily discounted off the bat. Come and get me you bastard, she poured her emotion into the Force. The illusionist had to have a connection. As the Moff swam towards the station her eyes and her extrasensory Force powers were looking for two things. The ship, answering her challenge, and signs of a way out of this disaster.

 

[Kivah]

Allies: The Sith Order
Enemies: Empire of the Lost, The Battalion
Objective: Fan the flames, Ambush IFV Colum
Unit: Mercenaries mostly equipped like herself with various generic weapons.

Spoiler: Gear

Armor (heavy variant), Gear Webbing, Tracker/Flash Goggles, Repeater, Launcher, Hand Cannon, Z-14 (leg holster), Thermal Detonators

The mercenaries had just gotten moving again when new orders came in over the comms, fall in with more units to bolster their numbers and move on the factories. A droid army thousands strong were tearing their way through the rioting locals who thought they were 'rising up.' At least her little platoon didn't have to go it alone. Kivah had just turned to relay the command when her comm interrupted her again, this time the Emperor's smoky smooth bass came not just from her headset but everyone's in the vicinity as he denounced someone named Alicia. Kivah wasn't on the up and up with who all the big players were, but she recognized when someone felt wronged and was on the warpath.

She flicked the data off her comm link and into a secured file. She didn't have the time to go through it even it it ended up meaning anything to her. "Nothing to do with us, we're here and fighting!" She called out over the platoon net even as longer range comms were cut off. "New orders, we're rendezvousing with the main force and pushing into the factories. Seems some droids are giving the regulars some trouble and they need us to pull it out for them!" With rousing speech out of the way, Kivah set off in the direction of the meet-up, answering the queries of her squad leaders as they moved by basically telling them that she'd shared everything, it didn't matter who Alicia was, they'd figure more out once they saw how many people made it to the rally point. Secretly she hoped to find dropships waiting to take them off the planet and away from the gas. Like everyone else she'd seen videos of the undead created by that rakk the Emperor had dropped and had no desire to see them up close. They could take care of the droids for all she cared.

 

[Katherin DuPorcelen]

Tags:

• Allies: Bella Maldor Mecetti Darth Rasnuhl
• Enemies: Fiolette Yvarro Taeli Raaf Michael Hightower

Location: Bridge of the INS Requiem, positioned 45 leagues from storm clouds surrounding the Mors Mon, Tion System
Objective: 3 - Storming In
Equipment: In Bio
Theme: HERE
Ship Roster:

Spoiler: Ships

• Flagship: INS Requiem - 3500m.: HERE
• Escort Cruisers: (3) Mordekai-class Escort Cruisers - 4500m.: HERE
• Escort Frigates:
  
  • (4) Ashkelon-class Escort Frigates - 11200m.: HERE
  • (2) Retribution-class Heavy Missile Corvettes - 1600m.: HERE

All we could do was wait. The storm clouds continued to roil in the uppermost levels of the planet's atmosphere. Soon a vortex swirled beside my seat as a commander. Star's form appeared and pointed at the projection of the battlefield. "Sith ships are approaching our position, Moff DuPorcelen."
I stood from my chair to observe the projection as well as the view through the bride's windows. "Thank you, Star. Is that all?"
"That is all, Moff DuPorcelen."
"Escorts, Requiem,", I began into my personal intercom, "Scanners show a Sith advance. Assume defensive formations and intensify deflector shields to brace for incoming attack."
The other end of the intercom soon replied with multiple addresses that the command was heard and obeyed.

The escorts created a screen around my command ship allowing for most incoming fire to be absorbed by shields. These ships appeared to be doing all they can to drive mine from the current position. The fighters might be returning soon. We would very likely be pinned if we stayed, yet there were valuable assets in those clouds. Drastic maneuvers would soon have to be taken. The comms were going off as the fighters were being called to file into the formation with defensive patrols. Our counter attack for any advance of strike craft from the enemy was ready in minutes. The advance continued, and the shields of the escorts continued to provide coverage for much of the fire. I would activate the intercom again, "Escorts, Requiem, begin defensive fire turbolaser batteries as the Sith formation advances. Prepare flak cannon batteries for when their fighters reach our position." I would turn to the Comms Officer, "Comms, signal hypervelocity and heavy turbolaser batteries. Have our fire target the capital ships while the escorts send their volleys."
"Sending message to gun batteries, Moff DuPorcelen!"
"Darth Rasnuhl, this is Moff DuPorcelen. The enemy has engaged my vessels. I am transmitting their current position, but note they are advancing toward mine."
I cut the link before a reply in order to tend to the ships. The time had come.

Their forces began targeting much of the escorts. The shields were prevailing enough to avoid total destruction. Large bursts of fire began targeting the missile corvettes. "Escorts, Requiem, deploy counter missile measures on incoming projectiles. Missile Corvettes, Requiem, alter positions and launch a counter barrage of Phalanx missiles on the lighter ships of the enemy fleet. Strikecraft, Requiem, send bombing runs with fighter escort to the capital ships." With such measures, we would certainly be able to hold out for long enough where Macetti's fighters could be harbored, and we can change position without grave consequence. The volleys from the escorts alongside fire from the Requiem careened across the void to the enemy's counteroffensive. The bombers and fighters swiftly made their way to enemy positions. At the very least, it was something other than the primary ships for the enemy to pay attention to. From the sheer volume, they could certainly split their attention feasibly by the looks of it. However, their attention would no longer only be focused on our capital ships. It was a race against time for this position. There was no way we could hold for long in this location.

TLDR:
Scanners warn Requiem of Fiolette Yvarro and Michael Hightower advance on current position.
Fighters with Maldor Mecetti and Bella are assumed to be returning from the storm clouds.
Katherin DuPorcelen position may be held enough to receive the fighters from the clouds, but the Sith have them pinched making it nigh impossible to hold longer than necessary.
Requiem messages Darth Rasnuhl to have his ships intervene in a flanking maneuver to relieve Katherin DuPorcelen ships.
Requiem orders turbolaser volleys on enemy escorts from escort frigates.
Requiem orders missle corvettes to send phalanx missile counter volleys towards enemy escorts.
Requiem fires hypervelocity volleys and heavy turbolasers at enemy capital ships.
Requiem orders bombers with fighter escort to make runs on the enemy capital ships.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Ranks upon ranks of Imperial troopers arrayed themselves, each row organized for maximum overlapping fire. Before them was the central ascension lift, the power of which had been cut not long after the intruder had forced His way inside. Before, to their frustration, the beast had simply cut His way out of the lift and begun to ascend manually. He was nearing the apex of the lift now, they could hear Him coming up the shaft as a dull metallic thud reverberated through the floor grating beneath them.

Then silence.

Deafening silence.

They could hear their own heartbeats in their ears, their mouths dry with fear. Uncertainly they flexed their fingers against their weapons, each one trained on the pair of lift doors. Thermal scans picked up the beast right beyond the doors, but He wasn't moving. Was He as frightened as they? Did He know they were out there? It gave them some comfort to believe that a Dark Lord of the Sith might know fear and hesitation as they did. But they were all wrong.

A Sith knew no fear.

They were it's master.

A red blade emerged from the door, cutting through the metal and causing rivers of molten steel to begin pooling near the base of the door. It began to cut through the door in a wide circular motion, carving out an opening wide enough for two men to pass through shoulder-to-shoulder. As the blade retreated and the door fell forward, the entire company opened fire simultaneously. Laserfire filled the gap made by the lightsaber, smoke and fire billowing out as blaster bolts clipped the door. The barrage continued unimpeded for several moments, until the blasterfire gradually died off and all that wafted through the air was smoke and pieces of ash.

When the Dark Lord came for them, there was little they could do. He rushed from the blaster-pocked lift, lightsaber flashing as He methodically cut them down one by one. When they aimed to fire again, they found their blasters inoperable, torn from their hands, or the cartridges detonating in their guns. Bladed weapons did little, the Dark Lord's lightsaber cut through them and their wielder with exceptional ease. When all was said and done, the corridor was littered with bodies from one end to the other.

Above them all was the Dark Lord of the Sith, standing tall like a terrible monument to power and violence.

Velran Kilran ​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Abroad the Mors Mon
Allies: Michael Hightower Fiolette Yvarro Darth Carnifex
Enemies: Maldor Mecetti Katherin DuPorcelen Velran Kilran Darth Rasnuhl Bella
​

Within her meditation, within the ritual she and her adepts were forming, her awareness had spread throughout the storm. It touched upon every mind within it, save one, and was reaching out to all that even saw the darkness created by the colossal starship. She could feel the enemy fighters trying to get closer, she could feel the starships of the enemy admiral at the edge waiting to engage. She could feel the minds and spirit of the Sith forces, going about their tasks as orders were relayed. She could feel Fiolette and the unnatural forces she commanded, along with the amount of power she was utilizing.

"Asimi iw ri jin', rirmi tu'iyia ardira. Asimi iw ri jin', tutki tu'iyia kanasaza an tiwi. Asimi iw ri jin', nisosuti midwan an tu'iyia miyisosutras!"

Her will was focused upon the fighters trying to make it to the Mors Mon, her presence like that of a teacher lurking behind one's shoulder as they sat at the desk. The Force presence of the Mecetti, someone she had only recently met, was a useful beacon to play off of. She could almost hear the orders given as his bombers, struck by the red lightning at her command, diverted to attack the coordinates he could sense... provided by her. Illusions were an old trick of the Sith, especially in naval combat, and the torpedoes and bombs he was sending that way... would simply pass through the ship. Her presence, the face he had seen, blipped away for a moment... and then reappeared in two more spots.

"Your lessons have been neglected," her voice would say, sliding into his mind as easily as his own thoughts. "Let me show you."

Even as he tried to have his flight turn back to the relative safety of the lost Imperials fleet, the lightning strikes would increase upon his scouting craft and his accompanying flight. Her will bending down upon the pilots, bringing them despair as the storm intensified around them. The whispers that they would never make it back, that they had been led to their deaths for nothing.

The shapes within the clouds would solidify, becoming creatures born of and as fast as the storm and wielding claws of pure dark side generated lightning. They would descend upon any fighter, any ship within the storm, that did not bear the protection of the dark side and the Sith who was now directing the storm from within the Mors Mon.

Even as she was playing with the young Moff and his doomed escort, her Adepts were keeping their attention upon the full battlefield scenario as their ritual continued to gain in power and focus. The cosmic Force, the very energy field that bound the galaxy together, was fueling their awareness and they could sense the missiles unleashed towards the fleet as they proceeded to their bombardment positions. While they could little against turbolaser fire, kinetic projectiles and ordnance was different.

Bolts of lightning would reach out to touch each missile and torpedo, each mass driver and hypervelocity round, disintegrating it with the power of Sith lightning and Force Destruction. The shields of the Sith vessels, they were sure, could handle the remaining fire.

To Fiolette, she could sense the strain with the ur-Kittat that was spoken, her voice would whisper back into her mind full of concern, "I appreciate the offer, but don't push yourself too hard. Let the ritual be the power instead. There's enough here. Use it to keep yourself together."

"I won't lose you again."

 

[Fiolette Yvarro]

"Misfires," Dansen reported, "it appears our strikes have mi-"

"I'm aware," Fiolette replied with a curt tone, "apologies, this is all... new to me." Was it to him, to herself? To Taeli? The Netherworldian cog in her chest spun, and the black ooze from her nose continued to trickle. She opened her mouth to breathe, her vision blurred as the power coursed through her body. She focused on Taeli's voice her brows furrowed together, alarms wailed throughout the Warspite. Netherworld entities were becoming impatient and Fio gasped for air.

The Warspite shuddered, her fleet shuddered the power she was utilizing was beyond what she should have been able to command. Black ooze trickled down from her eyes as the uniform she wore began to burn. An unholy snarl followed by a growl, Fiolette had not bargained, had not stolen, and had not fought to regain her life here just to have it taken back. Just to be tossed back into the Chaos-forsaken hellscape that she had come. Fiolette refused, she also refused to allow these so call Imperials leave this artificial storm without a reminder of who they were toying with. "Ki asarsi an tu'iyia asarsi, tu'iyia asarsi an ki, ki midwan an tu'iyia midwan, tu'iyia midwan an ki, shiantara."

Fiolette took a breath, exhaled and then another as she focused on the ritual. The dark side called to her just as it always had and this time, Fiolette answered it. Embracing the power of the ritual she gasped again, this time, a sharp inhale. Her mind opened to Taeli's, powers opened to her as well, the Admiral could at last get a clear picture of the battlefield. She could cut through the sensor-blocking storm and see where the enemy fleets were. She tapped back into the encrypted communications channels, "Hightower, additional fleets as suspected, check your other flank, all hands reconfigure sensors for sound navigation and ranging. Map projection being sent." Encrypted channel disconnected, the Galidraani gave her order to Dansen. "Recalibrate, adjust targeting solutions, dispatch Berceys with the Hammers and second Resurgent."

The Netherworldian cog burned brightly just as the black ooze slipped down past Fiolette's jawline and onto the durasteel floor of the Warspite. Through Taeli's vision, through the battle meditation Fiolette transmitted more accurate targets. The enemy's attempts to fire back were also in vein, due to the clouds' sensor blocking they were but shots in the dark, although one or two perhaps got a lucky strike. The fleet would not remain in place would continue to push forward at full speed.

The Admiral's Hell Fleet was finally united as one, and continued to push toward the Mons. The closer Fiolette got toward it the stronger her bond with Taeli Raaf became. Through their bond, Fio would become stronger, and the cog that burned in her chest would gain relief. "J'us waria nindz zûtazihri ki imzadi, Nu waria nindz tutniri j'us, ao naiti j'us. Nindz sis tsakwa, j'us tuti sosûtatus dzis oi tuti j'us an dios Nu jonji sarmaditi.". It had been Fiolette's fault, the way their marriage had turned sour. It had been her own doing that caused the rifts in their family, and Fiolette would not give up so easily.

With a renewed sense of self, and increased determination to see the battle through. She opened the encrypted channels to her fleet, "we will not fail, focus in on the ritual, you will find the fog of war to have cleared. If you cannot do so then look to your tactical maps, for I have updated enemy positions. Note their movement, and remember to lead your targets." The field of battle would only grow closer, it wouldn't be long before their 'long range' would have to shift to standard but for the moment they still teetered on the edge. Targeting solutions reacquired, the Admiral gave the order, "fire."

"All fighters, move to engage the enemy, muhktiars go with with them screen enemy fighters and missiles," were the next set of orders, followed the adjustment of Hightower's artillery destroyers to focus on the fleet of star destroyers attempting to take the other flank or at least provide some manner of relief for the other. Fiolette in the command chair, with her back flushed against it and the ethereal ember glow of her eyes the Admiral continued to take in the battlefield with a renewed confidence.

Spoiler: Fiolette's Hell Fleet

Warspite x1 2292m | Firing at Katherin DuPorcelen 's INS Requiem w/ Particle Lance & HVC
= 4 Fighter Squadrons, 3 in pursuit, 1 lost
= 1 Support Squadron
Kimbrell x3 6000m | Firing Katherin DuPorcelen's INS Requiem w/ Demeter and Persephone, Ball Bearing
= 54 Fighter Squadrons, 50 in pursuit, 4 lost
= 6 Support Squadrons
Mukhtiar x 12 2160m | Moving forward with fighters to provide a screen
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Seawolf x3 1200m | Firing at Katherin DuPorcelen's Escort Cruisers w/ Georgiou, Polemons and Voidbreakers
= 9 Fighter Squadrons, 7 in pursuit, 2 lost
= 0 Support Squadrons
Fortan x3 600m | Firing at Katherin DuPorcelen's Heavy Corvettes w/ Voidbreakers
= 3 Fighter Squadrons, 2 in pursuit, 1 lost
= 0 Support Squadrons
Bolt x36 2160m | 18 Bolt Squadrons, Approaching Katherin DuPorcelen forces | 18 Bolt Squadrons, Push Ahead in Rear of First Half.
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Dagger x9 2322m | 6 Daggers, Approaching Katherin DuPorcelen forces
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Vindicator x3 2250m | Approaching Katherin DuPorcelen forces
= 21 Fighter Squadrons, 21 in pursuit
= 0 Support Squadrons
Bercey x12 2160m | Shifts to attack formation, rushing toward enemy fleet.
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Hammers x4 1984m | Shifts to attack formation, rushing toward enemy fleet.
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Resurgent x2 6000m | 1 Resurgent, Push Ahead | 1 Resurgent Push Ahead in Rear of First.
= 24 Fighter Squadrons, 24 in pursuit.
= 8 Support Squadrons

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After Action Report:

• *Adjusting for losses from Bella in previous posts (sorry for not catching that earlier!)
• Fiolette utilizes High Sith + Shiantara w/ Taeli Raaf to use Taeli's Battlemeditation to view the battlefield.
• Fiolette's fleet comes together as one, still pushing toward the Mors Mon with the goal of pressing the enemy ships between her fleet and the SO's fleet.
• Fiolette reacquires targeting solutions to enemy fleet, and orders to fire again.
• Fiolette acknowledges that her first salvo missed, likely due to her own miscalculations.
• 18 Bolts, 1 Resurgent, 6 Daggers and 3 Vindicator are approaching standard range with Katherin DuPorcelen forces.
• Warspite and Kimbrells target Requiem with Long Range [Please see spoiler above for more details]. Michael Hightower 's Artillery Destroyers focus on Darth Rasnuhl 's star destroyers.
• Seawolves focus on enemy Escort Cruisers, Mordekais. [Please see spoiler above for more details.]
• Fortans focus on Heavy Corvettes, Retributions. [Please see spoiler above for more details.]
• Hightower's Assault Crusiers focus on Escort Frigates, Ashkelons. Firing w/ Long Range Weapons.
• Hightower's Sith Star Cruisers focus on Escort Cruisers, Mordekais. Firing w/ Long Range Weapons.
• Fiolette advises Hightower on Darth Rasnuhl 's fleets, adjusts SO long range weapons for his vessels.

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

House Mecetti Stormcrow Squadron
2 Tie Scout Craft
Tie Shuttle w Aftermarket Hyperdrive​

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There was no way for Maldor to know what horrors the Dark-Side weapon was wreaking within the cloud, but he was as grateful to be free of it as he was sorry for those lost within.

To his surprise and moderate pleasure, two of the Tie Scouts managed to exit the cloud shortly after he did. Perhaps their sensors had revealed his engine signature departing the storm. Perhaps others within the chaotic morass would also be able to follow him out.

He briefly hoped that these scouts would at least be followed by the squadrons of fighters they had been leading, but... no such luck. Seconds passed without any additional forces making themselves visible. Every second made a hopeful result less and less likely.

It was possible the squadrons still within the cloud were making successful, devastating attacks upon the enemy. But in his heart, Maldor didn't believe it. He had felt the power of that unknown weapon and the person who wielded it. He was almost certain that the many squadrons which had entered the storm were now lost forever.

Yol Kan used running lights to signal intentions to the other craft, now that they were no longer shrouded in darkness. The message was simple, "Form up. We Assist Duporcelen."

Whatever Maldor's personal failures in this endeavor, the fight was not over. He could still provide aid in a small way.

Intermediate-range sensors detected another craft nearing the edge of the cloud. Maldor felt a vague sense of dread, suspecting that it would be a rush of enemy fighters to accompany the capital ships that had erupted from the storm's confines. But... no. His computer told him it was a familiar and known sensor signature.

"Well," Maldor said, impressed at her perseverence, "isn't she a Miracle?"

Then, over the intercom, "Keep signaling, Mr. Kan. I see Duporcelen is reconfiguring her forces.

This fight isn't over. With two scouts on our wing, and now Bella, we make a decent squadron. When she makes it clear of that cloud, signal her to take the lead. She's a better pilot than anyone I know, with more kills to her name than the plague."

If Yol Kan was offended by that statement, he didn't say anything about it.

Explosions erupted throughout the starscape. Whatever was occurring within the sinister cloud, danger was now spilling out to threaten the bulk of the Empire's fleet. Fire and counterfire bloomed, and craft lurched through it like wild drunkards racing through a ravine at midnight.

The mercenary pilot weaved through fields of death, approaching nearer to Duporcelen's ships while continuing to signal with the shuttle's running lights.

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TL;DR - Still forming up with Duporcelen. Two scouts have survived, and Bella is detected to be coming up from the rear.

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Michael Hightower

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Fiolette Yvarro

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Darth Carnifex

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Maldor Mecetti

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Katherin DuPorcelen

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Velran Kilran

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Darth Rasnuhl

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Bella

 

[Velran Kilran]

Spoiler: EGGHEAD FLEET

• LEAD SHIP: The Eggman: Legate Class Battlecruiser
  • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Eye of Prophet: New Imperial -I Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Team Chaotix: New Imperial -I Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Nevermore: Donnager-Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Jungle Japes: Donnager-Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Tranquility: Donnager-Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Ace of Spades: Onager II-class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Arthas: Onager II-class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Helljumper: Onager II-class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • High Ground: Onager II-class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Cannibal: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Dredge: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Blight: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Executioner: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Deathslinger: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • The Shape: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Knuckles: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Lamentation: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Chimaera: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Tyrant: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • STARFIGHTER COMPOSITION
    • 10 Squadrons of TIE Fighters
    • 10 Squadrons of TIE/INx Interceptor
    • 7 Squadrons of TIE/HB Bruiser

So those Sith bastards finally did it, they came to Tion and are attempting to fight back after Velran's triumphant victory over the Sith Empire . Of course, the Sith were going to retaliate. Thankfully, Velran knew that they were going to strike at Tion, the planet was the main hub of where Velran was constructing his Imperial fleet. If the Sith were to retaliate, they will start with a major shipyard. Velran had his fleet waiting for the Sith at orbit. At first, the Emperor had his Eggfleet pull back and act as the reserve but after a few hours of waiting, Velran couldn't allow his subjects to have all of the fun now?

"All right!" Velran and his fleet exited hyperspace and found themselves in the middle of the battle. "Your Emperor has arrived! YOU ALL THINK THAT YOU CAN JUST WALTZ INTO MY TERRITORY WITHOUT ME NOTICING?! YOU SITH ARE IN FOR A RUDE AWAKENING!"

Darth Carnifex

 

[Tamna Korvan]

F O X
GUARDING THE FACILITY | TION
ALLIES: EotL
ENEMIES: SO
ENGAGING: Gerwald Lechner | Naedira Darcrath

APOCALYPSE​

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

She really didn't peg him for a coward as she watched him take off down the corridor after she sent him flying, an exasperated look on her face behind the visor. Were Sith really that weak?

Tamna sighed before taking off after him. Whether he was right about the owner of the bounty or not, she couldn't take the chance. Someone will pay for his head, even if it wasn't the original person.

The odd Sith Trooper that happened to be in her way, only saw an argent blur before they died. She really couldn't waste anytime. Keeping her eyes on her quarry, she saw him meeting up with another before they took off toward the airlock. Tamna let out a curse.
<Shaddix, come around. I'm gonna need a lift soon.> she radioed to her comrade.
<Clear copy! We'll track your sig.> he replied.
<I'll you a beer.>
<You owe me two already. That fool better be worth all this drama. Shaddix out.>
Tamna couldn't help but chuckle at him as she finally gained on her foe where they were stuck at the door.

The woman's soft voice drifted toward her as she ran up.

"We need to end this, Gerwald…I don't think she'll stop."

"You don't say." she smirked as she squared off against them. "Don't make this hard on yourself, Pops. Just come quiet and we can all leave here alive." Her eyes kept both of them in sight while her senses were wide open. For good measure, she drew her pistol as well as she settled into a defensive stance. "Think about it - if I take you in alive, we all win. I get credits, you, Pops, get to avoid the uncomfortable conversation this lovely lady promised you and you, Sweetheart, can be rid of this double-crosser, because who ever wants to be second best." Was it the truth? Probably not, she had no clue of their life and she quite frankly didn't care. All she knew was that someone would pay for his head.

Though she was perfectly capable of standing her man against them, she'd rather not waste that energy if she could help it. She'd been in situations like this before. They probably won't bite on the proposition, so, once more, the pre-shattered Empire would come in for the clutch with the experiences she had there. So the argent blade hummed, throwing a silver light against the walls, just for good measure.

"What'll it be, Lovebirds?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"An awakening, indeed."

The doors leading to the Emperor's throne room blasted open, the bodies of two hapless troopers crushed against the bulkhead until their bodies had been visible indentations in the metal. Through the torn gap emerged the Dark Lord of the Sith, shadows and smoke wreathing His powerful form as He confidently strode forth. Red-robed custodial guards moved to intercept the Dark Lord, their weapons crackling with purple energy as two of them crossed one another to bar Him passage.

A breath later, their armor imploded in on themselves, crushing the guards within. Their bodies were then tossed aside, crashing into the far walls with a muted crunch. Despite this, the other guards brandished their weapons and put themselves between the intruder and their Emperor, willing to give their lives for his safety. This time, the Dark Lord did not retaliate against them, but actually stopped and stood just a few inches out of reach of their weapons.

"All eyes shall be opened to the darkest truths. There is no force in this life or the next that can contend against the power of the Dark Side. No fleet, no army can muster strength against the immortal legions of the Sith. Throw yourself at my feet and kiss them, false Emperor, and you may be rewarded with a quick death."

Velran Kilran ​