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

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

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Location: Capital City - Third Moon of Tion
Objective: Back in White
Tag: Sophia of House Marr

The Sorceress loved to talk, but Ivixa had neither the time nor the luxury to be annoyed at her persistent babbling. Instead, Ivixa’s focus was on her own survival, especially as a powerful, searing energy discharge struck the edge of the rooftop with such force that it knocked the tiny assassin off of her feet. While it wasn’t a direct hit on her person, Ivixa’s world briefly spun in her vision, manifesting a sudden disorientation before her swift Asa’nyx reflexes kicked in to bring her perception back into focus.

And just in time.

With the roof collapsing around her, Ivixa acted on instinct as adrenaline tightened her awareness, sending her reflexes into overdrive. A mental command activated her armor’s repulsorlifts, which propelled her person up and out of immediate danger. All the while, Ivixa extended her left arm towards her sniper rifle—which she had previously set down on the roof—and fired a grappling line towards it, the tip of which immediately latched on to the weapon’s frame. In the same motion, Ivixa willed the line to retract into her gauntlet, before deftly snatching her rifle out of the air as it came back.

Now reunited with her favored weapon, Ivixa’s yellow-eyed gaze manifested an icy stare as she honed in on the Sith below.

Still in mid-air, Ivixa immediately leveled her rifle towards the Sorceress from a little more than 30 meters away before squeezing the trigger twice in quick succession, firing two slugs within less than a second. However, neither shot was intended to directly impact its target. Instead, the tiny sniper aimed to strike the ground to either side of the Sith, with each shot aimed to land only inches away from both of her feet. In doing so, she hoped to take advantage of the explosive rounds to generate shrapnel that might strike the woman in her legs, flanks, and hips—an attempt to bypass the supernatural protection afforded by her crimson energy barriers. In such a case, Ivixa hoped that her target would project her barrier overhead in anticipation of danger stemming from that angle, rather than the shrapnel which might actually strike her from below.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
    • LPD-49 Miniaturized Static Blaster (2) - R/L
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • Power Pack (5)
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated SR-2M Verpine Shatter Rifle
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-100x FAE/S-08 Electro-Scope
    • Reflec Coating
  • Ammunition
    
    • 20-Round SLAP-HE Magazine (2)
    • 20-Round AP Magazine (2)
• CP-01R CryoBan Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • CryoBan Cell (5)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Reflec Coating

 

[Revna]

Darth Malum of House Marr


Death and destruction surrounded Revna.

Everywhere she looked she saw the perfect result of violence - above in the skies as fleets blew each other apart, and below on the ground were blaster and blade made corpses and empty shells where there once was life. Sounds of fighting, of victory and death, made a song of war that the Sith apprentice found rather appealing. It was hard for her to sometimes grasp that, not that long ago really, she was a mere slave - her potential unknown to everyone, including herself. She still had so far yet to go. So far yet to rise, so much to learn, battles to win and and lose. She looked forward to them all.

The gas that flowed into the streets cleared the areas around her of prey, much to her disappointment. Those that stayed died horrifically, and those smart enough to realize their immediate danger fled to safety, or attempted to. She wanted to hunt still, wanted to see fresh blood and hear the last gasp of those who stood in her way, but she needed to return to Darth Malum, and seek further insight and direction into what should be done next.

She found the familiar Sith Lord not far from where she last saw him. Sounds of conflict not far away drew her attention, though she could not see what was transpiring. Revna didn’t let it bother her; if she wasn’t directly involved and her aid was not requested then it wasn’t her immediate concern.

“It appears that someone released a toxic gas throughout the immediate area; it is killing allies and enemies alike. I am not sure if it is widespread or more localized; we probably shouldn’t be exposed for too long. And any of our troops who do not have adequate protection will succumb to this. What are your orders, Lord Malum?"

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Úlfs Reiði
ALLIES: Naedira Darcrath | Darth Empyrean | Srina Talon
ENEMIES: Tamna Korvan

Gerwald did not run because he was a coward, nor did he care what the woman thought. The wolf ran because when the facility gave way, he needed to be by the airlock. It was nothing more than controlling his field of battle and knowing where the exit was.

<< "Always ready." >>

Gerwald could not deny Naedira was always ready for whatever needed to be done. It was one of the things which had made her so attractive to the wolf. Her sense of duty and commitment had been something he had caught. It shaped him, made him the warrior he needed to be. Naedira's influence had been the reason Gerwald rose through the ranks of the Knights Obsidian. He rose to the station of Lord Commander, and the wolf attributed it to the fact Naedira had taught him her core truth.

Duty above all else.

He had arrived in time to watch Naedira dispatch two of her attackers with lethal brutality. She fought differently. Her form was more blunt, more direct. Gerwald had noticed that she was not as skilled in combat as she had once been, and yet when they were together, working together, it was as though nothing was missing. The Sith Lord had not anticipated just how connected they would be when Srina took his memory and essence to fill in the holes the devourer had left behind. She needed him, but he also needed her.

His eyes took her in during the brief moment which passed between them. He wanted to comment. You're hurt. He did not. Naedira would not have wanted him to draw attention to it, nor would she want him to allow it to color his reactions. Naedira knew the wolf well enough to know his judgment was impaired when it came to her. She was a warrior, a soldier, and Gerwald would treat her like one, until they returned to the privacy of their quarters on his ship.

Besides, the she-wolf would see to it that she healed faster than what she would have before.

"No, he will not be."

How could he be disappointed when the Dead God was determined to bring the facility down himself. It was the way he operated. Why put those loyal to him in danger when he was powerful enough to see himself live through something that would end the life of anyone else. Gerwald knew his place, and it was to keep the army of the Eternalists strong. That meant knowing when to fall back. It was why they fought their way to the airlock.

Gerwald continued to deflect bolts, while Naedira took advantage of every opportunity the wolf created for her to take the lives of enemy combatants. It was like a well rehearsed dance, one which came about in a deadly display of blood and brutality, stealth and strength. The only interruption to their ballet was the mental nudge, a command, from Darth Empyrean , which Gerwald dutifully passed on to Naedira.


Retreating was not the same thing as running. They were not cowards.

He could sense it from her. The vision of the battle where the Mountain had killed her flashed in his mind. It had been the other unexpected consequence of the tether. Naedira was not the only one who relived the moment of her death. Gerwald would dream about it and see it when she did. The sickening crunch of her being broken and shoved through bulkhead after bulkhead often woke him from what should have been peaceful sleep. Her presence in his bed, and the sight of her head on the pillow next to his was the reassurance he had that it was nothing more than a memory.

He shook his head in agreement.

"She will not stop, no."

He looked over his shoulder as Naedira turned back from the door to the airlock which had proven uncooperative. They had battled their way through one obstacle after another just to be stopped by a door in front of them and a force user pursuing them behind them.

"But neither will we. We are not running just because we are leaving. Empyrean gave his order."

His eyes flicked to Naedira’s chestnut orbs, still processing the anger in her voice as it ebbed from her through their bond.

"She doesn't know what she is talking about. I will give you those memories by way of explanation if you want them."

Blue eyes locked with the enemy. What were they going to do? He did not need to look to Naedira for an answer. They did not run from a fight, though then it was time to evacuate they would. Empyrean's intentions were clear. Heavy feet locked into place as Gerwald prepared to stand his ground. He was not leaving with the hunter, and there was no way Naedira's she-wolf would allow that to happen.

She may not have been happy with him in the moment, but they were each other's lifeline. They needed each other.

Gerwald angled his red blade to point at the woman.

"I'm not going with you," he said, stepping in front of Naedira.

It was not to keep her from attacking, nor was it a gesture of protection. His position was about how they worked together. She was the shadow to his fortress.

"Let's end this."

Without warning, Gerwald threw his hammer at their opponent's face before rushing forward to meet her head on.

 

[Srina Talon]

Tag: Darth Empyrean + Nouqai Veil [OPEN]
Location: Tion [Lost to Static] - Within Imperial Stronghold of IM-346 [Data Security]
Equipment: Robes | Saber | Ring
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The embrace of darkness was a welcome comfort.

The noise...Not so much.

The power outage that hit not moments after her husband declared his will be done was merely a change of scenery in a crumbling metal container. The sirens were deafening. He was so focused on the mission that the wintry woman merely provided support, her touch lingering, but largely unnoticed. Her steps were deathly silent, a sharp contrast to the deliberate and echoing footfalls of Empyrean. The Echani-born Empress moved with the grace and lethal precision of a predator, her senses attuned to every flicker of movement and every shift in the atmosphere. The facility was vast but Srina navigated it as if she had been there before. As if she knew, had known, these halls.

Once, upon a dream, perhaps.

She waited while Empyrean drew on the Force and used the floor to create a make-shift drop shaft. It would take too long for traditional routes to get where they needed to be…So rather than go around? He went through. It was her preferred method, especially, since any form of subterfuge had long since been abandoned. The Lost knew they were being attacked. They knew they were being invaded by a hostile entity and that this installation only had so much time left…

What was the point of sneaking around?

Her beloved went down first.

The Dread Queen, followed, dropping from several floors up down into the glom with a flutter of fabric and a whispering river of white hair. Always, ever in time and tune with the Corpse King. His plan was unfolding as intended and Srina intended to see it through regardless her estimation of outcomes and probability. She trailed after the men he sent to assist Typhojem but turned partway while burnished golden eyes flared in the emergency lights. "Do not make me miss you.", she almost snarled, though, there was a possessing sweetness to it. "Do not…Or I shall not forgive you, Empyrean."

Do not lose.

Do not be stupid.

Do not accept true death for the sake of hunting Alicia Drey to a watery grave.

She so rarely called him "Empyrean" that it would likely catch him off guard. Without waiting she split away and raided her way through the corridors, a spirit of malevolence, as she encountered scattered pockets of resistance. Imperial soldiers, desperate and panicked, tried to mount a defense, but they had there was too much to consider. Their leader a traitor. The installation creaking and groaning while water pressure put stress limiters to the test. Her crimson lightsaber hummed with deadly efficiency, cutting through their ranks with swift, precise strikes. Bodies fell, and the air grew heavy with the scent of scorched metal and blood.

The Lost had a choice. Kneel or die. Run—Or die. Quite simple. All who opposed her and the contingent of Sith Order warriors would find themselves in a predicament that could be solved only one way. She had not the patience, not the tolerance, nor time, for anything else.

Fifteen minutes…At most.

Their path led to a secondary data center, supposedly, a crucial hub for the facility's operations. She could sense the fear and determination of those inside, trying to safeguard their secrets even in the face of inevitable defeat. With a swift motion, she sliced through the door, stepping into the room with a cold snap that reeked of unyielding authority. The leftover technicians and soldiers inside froze, their eyes widening in terror. She advanced without hesitation, her presence alone enough to send them into disarray. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a wave of Force energy crashing through the room, knocking several of them off their feet. "Get out."

And they did. Swiftly, without delay.

"Ensure that all data is transferred to Typhojem—Now.", she commanded, her voice cold and imperious. "Time waits for no one."

Not even her—A Queen among Kings.

Srina turned toward the exit and was just in time to see someone…Peculiar. They were not dressed like an Imperial and held a certain leftover flavor in their signature that she distantly recognized. It was a clash of not only theory, but power base, and her hand rose before the thought was fully formed. If this spawn was one of her own—Why did they run? Why did they flee her presence like a rat in a warehouse when the lights came on?

Ghostly fingers wrapped around the throat of one Nouqai Veil whilst she tried to escape…There was no mercy to be found in the Empress—But there was pragmatism. Waste, not. Want not.

"Who. Are. You."​

 

[Darth Rasnuhl]

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Darth Rasnuhl's Expedition Fleet composition:


8 Cynosure Nidus
852 Vulture Droids
168 HMP
120 Sheathepede shuttles​

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The plan was a very simple one for Darth Rasnuhl, use the significant Ai in his command to crunch enough data gathered to predict the storm generators construction. Now with Chaos Theory in a natural storm this would be neigh impossible, but from a machine generated storm... that's as predictable as it comes. Deep in thought starring at the data feeds, Ai data crunching feed, and that of his allies ships he is interrupted.

The communications officer "Sir Moff DuPorcelen aboard INS Requiem is ready for coordination." Darth Rasnuhl responds "I hear you Moff DuPorcelen. Sending Transmission encryption & patch now. Welcome to the data net, Project Thunderbird, and hopeful victory."

The from over the Third moon Darth Rasnuhl's ships being plugged into the two almost done system wide sensor arrays and all of the ships allowed him to at least hear his allies in the storm. Even if he couldn't send them one that was a huge step. It would take some time to devise a comm patch to use the storm as a booster for the individual ships. Darth Rasnuhl could tell it was chaos in the storm via the comms rolling in. The Moff Maldor Mecetti 's voice came through giving a coordinate to fire upon. To which Darth Rasnuhl happily obliged with his eight ships. The next was the enemy had been spotted, the 120 Vultures got to work with their so far up to date sensor modifications. Working in groups of three they fire swoop dive & when a bigger ship comes I to view launch their Buzz Droid missiles. Loosing ships here and there leaving duos or even single Burgundy with a white stripe Vultures in the miasma of the storm dogfighting the Sith ships. Darth Rasnuhl had a secondary objective set into the battle parameters to protect Moff Mecetti & Bella . The Mors Mon did something Darth Rasnuhl only heard rumors of... it blotted out the comm channels. A problem that would be soon enough figured out via even more data points.

The system wide scanner showed his & allied ships were being killed at a faster pace than the enemies, at least from his end the droids were expendable & invaluable for the data they were providing. They will dogfight to the last four cannons blazing and each left to decide when to deploy their two buzz discord missiles & proton missiles. Moff Mecetti & Miracle exit the storm closely followed by just three Vultures with a fair amount of carbon marks as Sith Capital ships follow in hot pursuit. Moff DuPorcelen requests aid "Heard loud and clear. Sit tight." With that three Star Destroyers micro jump from the 3rd moon to the position the Moff Requested. With their end point they swarm forth 324 missile laden Vultures along with 40 HMP's to screen Moff DuPorcelen's ships & bolster her fighter. They engage & hit the bigger ships when the opportunity strikes with a hale of buzz droids before groups return to rearm their missile supply.

The Emperor arrives, Darth Rasnuhl clears his throat "Welcome Velran Kilran I am sending a data link, please accept so my Ai can use your ships sensors to finish project Thunderbird." With that the remaining ships take what shots they can.

Bella | Katherin DuPorcelen | Maldor Mecetti | Velran Kilran | Fiolette Yvarro | Michael Hightower | Taeli Raaf | Darth Empyrean

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TLDR
Darth Rasnuhl responds to aliies
Allied Vultures take shots at enemies & buzz droid stronger targets
Star destroyers take shots when prompted
moved three SD to flank enemy ships & release swarm of droids for Buzz droid mania (within reason since the bulk of the missiles are intended for the Mors Mon)
Said swarm mostly screen Moff DuPorcelen's ships aiding in their defense & on their offensive runs with their sheer volume
Maldor has six Vultures under nominal control, if one dies another is allotted from the swarm via Ai
Reached out to Velran Kilran to get more sensors to finish Project Thunderbird

 

[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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The roof crumbled under the sorceress's assault, but her opponent had been quick, it seemed to avoid the worst of it. She had caught the barest glimmer of a repulsorlift that had likely been used to escape immediate peril. Impressive, but not enough. Technology was a crutch that lesser beings used to elevate themselves to something they were not. Little gods, little titans, with borrowed and stolen strength.

There was a blurred form in mid-air that made a tempting target, and Sophia's fingers twitched with the urge to unleash yet another torrent of dark energy. Yet, she recognized that her opponent seemed to prefer strategy over brute strength. This told her that the next few movements in their dance of dead souls would be critical. Sophia…Was running low on energy. Exhaustion was creeping in. When the hair on the back of her neck stood up and the Force sent red alarms through her mind, in an instant, Sophia thought she understood the trap.

Thought.

Two slugs were fired in rapid succession and she braced her energy shield for imminent impact. Strengthening it in critical areas like around her head or torso. Not so much for her lower half. Explosive rounds detonated the ground, sending shrapnel flying, made of duracrete, bone, and whatever else the streets of this moon were made of. Sophia's instincts kicked in again. She manipulated the crimson barrier, just as before, but rather than projecting it overhead as the assassin might have expected, she expanded it in a spherical shield around her entire body.

If she had been a moment sooner…The shrapnel would have pinged harmlessly off the barrier, sparking and hissing as it met her chaotic energy. If she wasn't drained. If she hadn't been a little too cocky in assuming all there was to know…So many, many situations where this might have ended differently.

Shaper pain than she had ever known shrieked through her thigh and red eyes glanced down to see a long, thick, splinter of bone sticking out of it. Through and through from one side to the other. Sophia stumbled down to one knee and cried out with something that was both agony and anger. Such defiance, in her. Her energy slammed down on the ground and rolled outward in a wave—Trying to push the Imperial-whipped grunt back from whence they'd come. Her hands shook.

"You're clever…", Sophia shouted out, her voice a mocking purr of pain that echoed through the dust and debris. "But…We're not done. We're not, done."

She pulled the bone protruding from her leg and her hands slammed down around either side of her wound while flame leaped forward at her command. Her patented scarlet hellfire that she often utilized on the field drew a bellow from her that was more of a banshee wail. It shook anything that wasn't nailed down and seemed to be causing electronics to short out and fry. The troopers nearest to her that weren't shielded from sonic attacks would feel…Pain.

Feel her pain.

The Sith Sorceress slowly tried to force herself back to a standing position as the wound cauterized. At first—She failed. But, Sophia was so very stubborn. Pushing herself to the limit without thought of the permanent consequences it might have. Winning…Was all that mattered. By any means. "You know…I'll get a bead on you eventually…Bleed me, break me."

"But I'll kill you."

With a flourish, she reached for her whip, and the energized filaments snapped back into place with a menacing hiss. Her mind reached out, seeking not her opponent's presence through the Force, but looking for what wasn't there. A disturbance in the air. The trajectory of the shots. It was safe enough to assume that nimble movements were a predictable need for survival, and Sophia aimed to exploit that predictability.

Gathering the dark energy within her, she leaped into the air, propelled by the Force with blinding speed. She closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, her whip crackling to life as she swung it in an impressive arc that was designed to cover a wide area. The weapon snaked through the air, aiming not to kill but to entangle. If she could immobilize the assassin, victory would be hers.

If only her leg hadn't been hit. She'd been as quick as one could possibly be in the field but still had a lot of blood lost....

If only—Her impressive speed hadn't been hampered by the injury despite her bravado.

If only, If only.

 

[Koto Demascón of House Marr]

ALLEGIANCE: SITH ORDER

Location: Thranta Spawn
Interacting Enemies: Teckla Tane

Nouqai Veil was off, she hoped he'd wait for her, but if something was wrong. Go back to the mothership. He did not like that, he'd rather keep on going with her. But at least she had given him something to do. Deal with that imperial. A fight. That he could engage in. Even without that voice of hers that had kept halted him in his tracks before, he didn't need to much prompting...but it did help convince him not to try and go after her. He was about to get back in the ship, worried though about facing the Imperial in it. Not being much of a pilot himself. There was another member of his group in it, but he didn't trust their intuition as much as his own.

And then he felt it, a Challenge. His instincts, his tendencies of violence, practically leapt at it. He sent a surge of feeling and thought through the force back towards her, the sensation of an Akk Dog waiting for her as much in play as in hunt, urging her to take up the same perspective as she approached, urging her to see exactly where he stood in the hangar. On solid ground where he could face her. Of course he hoped she wouldn't attack the ship, but he was sure they could send one to retrieve them. And his enviro-shield could at least last some time if necessary. Falentra he didn't think needed one. The Tsis kar in the ship...well, if they weren't protected themselves that was on them.

And so he waited for her, pacing back and forth while his eyes were trained out into the distance in where she may come from. Fellwind in hand. His face did not express much more than the slightest pull at his lips, and an intense focused gaze. But his presence in the force, though not as powerful as many sith, emanated a readiness and eagerness for the violence to start, for bloodshed, for the struggle of survival that both sides ought to have.

He didn't send words so well. But those feelings were fully and openly presented towards her. He pushed for her to close in, wished it towards her mind the same way he'd tried to have her foresee a false ending should she continue her assault earlier. His finger tapped against the Fellwind as he waited, every second counting down. Perfectly timed.

Spoiler: Equipment

Fellwind
2x KS-8 Kenetite Slugthrowers
Two steel short swords
Aquatic Enviro Shield

Spoiler: NOTES

I am mostly Koto just because there isn't much to do yet for Mariah but may switch to Mariah of House Marr for further stuff involving the Thranta Mothership.

Thranta Mothership link
Thranta Spawn link

 

[Bella]

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

The eyes of a God were upon her. And yet, Bella had no ability to perceive such an otherworldly presence on her own. Fortunately, the increased energy activity of her helmet’s integrated Force mask as it sought to protect her from the effects being wrought by the unknowable, Godlike presences active in the field was projected directly into her HUD, telling the Togruta most of what she needed to know.

But not everything.

With every second, Bella got closer to the edge of the cloud, closer to safety and the further from the jaws of death. She eventually reached the point that clarity was finally beginning to return to her starfighter’s sensors. Within the cloud, her sensors had only been able to elucidate a few kilometers, forcing the Baroness to rely more on her own natural senses to avoid being ambushed. Now, she could see for hundreds of kilometers in all directions relative to her position in her space.

However, even with her newly-returned outsight, there were still many things that could yet sneak up on her.

The only warnings she received of the incoming dark side lightning strikes were a sudden buildup on her energy readings, accompanied by an alert from her craft’s AI, telling her to jink. Bella did exactly that, pulling on the control yoke to break her starfighter hard to port while putting close to maximum Gs on its frame in a fraction of a second. She gave a short sigh as the strike narrowly missed her craft, almost succumbing to the thought that the danger had passed. However, another energy spike came only moments later, at which point the Togruta drove her fighter into a sharp, slicing break turn relative to the primary plane of the battlespace, dancing just outside the trajectory of the next strike.

However, the wrath of the Gods did not end there.

Bella threw her fighter into a series of hard maneuvers as her energy readings continued to spike, at which point two more strikes were casted down upon her from the stormy void. Unfortunately, one struck her hull directly, immediately compromising the carbo-plas plating around the stricken area and causing a flow of warnings to flow into Bella’s HUD, reporting the damage. And yet, said damage was now among the least of her problems. The desperation of her previous maneuvers had thrown her off-course to such an extent that she was now flying deeper into the cloud, rather than away from it.

“This is Miracle, I’m still caught inside the cloud!” Bella called out over comms, in the futile hope that someone might be able to assist her. “Requesting updated navicomputer data!” She added, only to be met with the frustrating vibration of static in her montrals. At the same time, the Baroness shunted power from her weapons to her shields, before jinking her starfighter once more. However, the maneuver proved fruitless, as a second lightning discharge struck her craft in one of the wing roots, causing its systems to briefly seize up as what little shield power she had recovered from her weapons was swiftly overloaded.

“Sestina, initiate emergency microjump protocol!” Bella commanded, her voice cracking with alarm as she spoke. “Get me out of this cloud!” She continued. However, the Togruta did not bother to process the warning that came in response. She already knew that a microjump, without any coordinates or a plotted trajectory was an extreme risk. That went doubly so in a cloud where she was effectively blind.

Unfortunately, what would have been a gamble under any other conditions was now Bella’s last and best chance at survival.

“Override now! Activate microjump capacitor!” Bella almost screamed. “Set a course and jump!” She cried, doing so just as another lightning discharge missed her craft owing to a sudden and violent chandelle turn. The lights in the canopy suddenly flickered as nervous sweat beaded across the Baroness’ forehead. Nevertheless, for the first time since the collapse of the Agents of Chaos, Bella murmured a soft prayer to Discordia, in the hopes that it might be heard by the unknowable Dark Lady over the howls of the warning sounds echoing within her montrals.

Whether her prayer was heard or not, Bella’s world faded into darkness only moments later, as a blinding flash of light overwhelmed her mortal senses.

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All the while, Maldor Mecetti would indeed detect Miracle’s signature on the shuttle’s sensors as she began to emerge from the cloud. For a few hopefully moments, the signature increased in strength, before it suddenly began to dim, at which point the Mecetti scion would also read the spikes in energy readings around Miracle’s position, while potentially receiving her panicked transmissions as well.

Not long after that, the sensors would light up with one final, massive energy burst, before falling back into a quiet, steady rhythm.

Final Post.​

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: FAE/SF-01 “Sestina” Starfighter

• Status
  
  • Shields: 0%
  • Armor: 21%
  • Structure: 48%
• 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 is attacked by dark side lightning wrought by @Taeli Raaf’s ritual. Her starfighter is heavily damaged.
• She attempts to initiate a microjump in order to escape from the cloud and the lightning within.
• She is incapacitated in the process and her starfighter effectively neutralized.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Back in White
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Robes
Tags: Lissa / Zoltidas

"Secure and establish positions, we'll need to hold here until we're ready to extract." While the factory complex did have plenty of chokepoints and tight corridors that would be ideal for defense, the various passages and maintenance tunnels would make flanking assaults far too prominent to be worth considering. Especially given the fact that they were fighting in Imperial territory where their knowledge of such routes would be greater and more in depth than their own.

It was simply far better to keep the battle outside of the factory, for as long as possible anyway. Unfortunately, it seemed as though their preparations wouldn't be put it into place quite quick enough. The masked Sith cocked his head to the side as he sensed two presences approaching their position. Two that stood out above the usual Imperial rabble that they had been dealing with thus far. Imperials that made use of Force Sensitives was an odd prospect to him, yet one that proved to be very real and apparent when his soldiers started opening fire only to be cut down by a large warrior and the Twi'lek astride his back.

His gaze narrowed and he threw a hand back towards the doors to the factory as more of his forces began to open fire. "Pull back! Hold the entrance in case of reinforcements, I'll deal with these swine!" It was high time to make an example of these interlopers which had stretched themselves so far into space and worlds that had once been rightfully in the hands of the Sith. One head at a time if need be.

Darth Strosius turned back to face his opponents and fixed a glare at the lightsaber hurtling towards him, close enough that if he failed to properly move within the next second then he'd be skewered straight through. A less than ideal circumstance right at the start of a duel and a wound that not even was sure he could shrug off so easily. So in order to avoid the piercing strike of the incoming blade, he chose to move forward to confront it directly.

In a dash that left his robes flowing in the wind he rushed forwards to meet the lightsaber with a strike of his own to send it off course and into the ground, leaping into the air as his crimson blade clashed with the pale one. His free hand crackled with arcs that flickered between his fingertips as he spun around in mid-air to look down upon the Imperials, thrusting his hand forward to let loose a storm as he raised up his lightsaber for a strike once he hit the ground.

 

[Nouqai Veil]

Turning ones back against the empress of the sith was a bad idea, she felt the force wrapped around her - around her throat - and her feet now lifting off the ground. Burgundy tentacles sprawling and legs kicking in protest. Familiar was the panic and fear that she had experienced many before, calling the dark to claim over her light, those sentiment that twisted into determination - turning weakness into strength.

Falentra was drawn closer.

"Who. Are. You."​

A simple question the young apprentice would take a moment too long before giving an answer. "Falentra." Providing a name and nothing more. She wasn't sure what she was allowed to give. She was here on a mission... for the Tsis'Kaar, the spies sworn on secrecy. Even more concerning was if her answer was not to Srina Talon 's liking, what would her fate be?

While the amphibious sentient did not need her throat to breathe, the blood flow to her brain was essential, and her spine fragile, if the empress so much as pleased, a precise exert of pressure would mean a quick death for her. There was the dire desperation to survive.

The girl's eyes seemed to glaze over as she went into the computer in her head. Establishing connection into the system and the data center that was the room behind them. It only took seconds, downloading all before the men in the room could do so manually, what ever files cleared from the systems and into her own device. A flood of data into her headspace.

A leverage now secured - the leverage for her own life.

"You will find that there is nothing in there. I know where it has all gone. Kill me and you'll never get what you are looking for."

It was the best she could do in this precarious situation she was in.

> [multicast] Message Relayed: IM-346 data has been secured, transferring to the mothership. All Tsis'Kaar return to base. Inform Mal- Darth Strosius - Falentra has been compromised by eternalists.

A mission successful... but at what cost?

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

​

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

She wasn't one to back down from a fight, and the sight of the bounty hunter, relentless in her pursuit, only added fuel to her fire. The woman was persistent, she had to give her that. Naedira had already turned to face this unknown, her lightsaber thrumming with a red and ominous glow. It was new for her to use one over her whip but the tight corridors made this far more practical.

The last thing she needed was to get tripped up on a doorknob.

The mercenary was smart, Naedira noted, keeping her distance while holding a defensive stance. It made sense. Two against one wasn't very fair. But…They were Sith. This wasn't the old days of the Confederacy of Independent Systems where they operated freely in some strange area of morally grey. This was the future. Cold, hard truths—Where their duty didn't include fairness.

Or mercy.

Gerwald was right. Darth Empyrean had given an order. She saw it through the eyes of her mate as clearly as it had been delivered to him in the first place. No men left behind. Not alive, not dead.

The auburn-haired woman tried to find a way to cool her rising anger at the situation. It was irrational. Her memories were incomplete. Was it possible that this affair was something she had known about but had forgotten with monsters running roughshod through her head? She tried to push it from her mind but the woman that was so intent on taking Gerwald in was having none of it. "She seems to know more than I do.", Naedira responded not entirely unkind, though, his offer to explain mollified it somewhat.

They weren't running.

They were following orders.

Naedira had to breathe to keep her she-wolf under control. In another life and time, she would have found this banter terribly amusing. In the moment, it just pissed her off. She had come too far to be considered second in anything. The woman's smirk and taunting words made here hands tighten their grip on her saber. She knew the type—arrogant, confident, and dedicated to fulfilling whatever request was on that puck. There was no counter offer that would sway her.

Gerwald stepped in front of her, his red blade pointed at the hunter. It was a calculated move for the sake of positioning that would allow Naedira to strike when the opportunity arose.

Though—It likely did make him feel better on some level. Keeping his body between her and a barrage of bullets like a shield of flesh and bone. The bruise on her face was starting to throb but she paid it little mind while her split lip formed a quiet smile that was made wicked by her shifting physical features. The wolf that she had inherited from Gerwald had no outlet. She couldn't fully shape shift.

But it wanted to.​

Her teeth sharpened while her smile widened to something extremely uncanny.

Oh, it wanted to. It wanted out and it wanted to tear the throat out of the hunter that thought to take her mate away. Naedira shifted her weight from one foot to the other when Gerwald Lechner rushed his would-be slayer and watched for a moment. Waiting. Such a furious attack would either force the enemy to dodge or take a hit that could likely collapse her pretty face. Unless, she had more skills than Naedira assumed. It was possible…But unlikely.

In a split second Naedira followed the bastion that Gerwald became with lightning speed.

It wasn't the telltale saber she held that ought to give the other woman reason to pause but the sheer way that she moved with him. The synchronicity they held had been honed by not only countless battles but something other. There was an unnaturalness to it. As if they were extensions of one another rather than two thinking, breathing, individuals. "The destruction of this facility is imminent."

"When it goes…We all go with it. Is that what you want, hunter? Is it worth your—"

Naedira paused speaking as her lightsaber came forward in a downward arc that aimed at the argent blade. She assumed, Gerwald could deal with a pistol. No matter who was more skilled in this little squabble they were operating on borrowed time. The water pressure would make them all the same no matter what they were as a great equalizer. Nothing. It would make them, nothing. "—Puck? Are there enough credits to being you back from the Nether? I sure hope so."

On one hand…Dying sucked. There was nothing about it that didn't suck.

On the other hand…Dying for something Naedira considered to be her duty?

It wasn't the worst way to go.

 

[Kivah]

Allies: The Sith Order
Enemies: The Empire of the Lost
Objective: Rally up
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

Light troops that they were, the platoon of mercenaries with Kivah didn't have vehicles of their own. The terrain they were on was blasted, gassed, and full of hostile stragglers that either blasted their weapons at first sight or hunkered down hoping to not get noticed. All which conspired to make the going a lot slower than Kivah would have preferred. By the time her group of rag-tags hit the rendezvous the sun was threatening to set and what they had through was just a spot picked for convenience was well on its way to being fortified with barriers, emplaced weapons, and even heavy vehicles.

On approach they were challenged and Kivah sent in the counter signal before approaching. "Command tent's that way." The black armored sentry pointed out the barricaded prefab when she asked where to report in. "Then you've got medical and chow." He pointed out a landed ship for the former and another prefab for the later.

After sending her troops off to get the wounded help and hot food where they could take their breathing masks or helmets off for the first time in hours and after a firefight and march through contested territory with a warning to keep their comms on hand, Kivah made her way to repot in. Gas measures were still in effect, and she made sure to slap most of the contaminated dirt and dust off her armor after handing her weapons over and before heading through the air screens.

There she pulled her own face mask down and raised her flash goggles to reveal the fine fur and red pressure marks on her face since Alicia's treacherous gas attack through the moon's sewers as her eyes sought out some junior officer to point her to someone in charge of her group. Further on she met an older gentleman almost preternaturally still amidst the activity. Tucking her helmet underarm, she gave him the best salute she could. "Sir, Commander K'rumiasu, Three Thirty-Eighth Contractors Platoon reporting per last communication before the black-out."

His slow gaze almost looked half-asleep as he studied her but she had no doubt that few things were happing around them that escaped his notice. If he wasn't capable of producing stellar results he'd have been replaced with someone who did. "You're a bit late young lady, that particular rally was diverted. Still, your people did well heading off that cavalry thrust." He nodded slowly before taking a data pad an aid handed him to read over. Even without his full attention, Kivah was glad that her small contribution had been recognized in all this mess. "How are your men, still capable?"

Still low, the tip of Kivah's tail flicked in mild agitation. "Twelve dead, another six wounded. Two more lightly so but still capable." Out of her original forty, that left twenty-two plus herself. The worst had been the heavy weaponry of the AFV's, but the gas and skirmishes on their way in had blead them too. Plus one disciplinary execution.

"Half strength then." His gaze flickered up to hers briefly and she nodded in reply to his half-lidded stare before he went back to marking the pad with his stylus. "Regulars are taking over anyways. Once things calm down in the orbitals your platoon will be returned to the ship you came in on. Until then, lieutenant Kaeg will get you into the guard rotation here until then." He pointed the man out and Kivah knew when she'd been dismissed. After another salute, she went to the indicated lieutenant to get her people taken care of.

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

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

Assigned: Six Vulture Droid escort​

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The sensor blip representing Miracle's impending arrival from the edge of the storm-cloud suddenly brightened... and then disappeared.

Maldor's mouth opened in horror. Miracle... killed?

They hadn't quite been friends... but he'd been in the field with Bella often. She'd always flown with aplomb through everything thrown at her. She racked up kills by the score. She was a legend.

And now... she was gone.

Any hope and optimism he'd felt began to drain from him. It was as if, along with the flashes of red lightning, some pervasive dread permeated the battlefield.

But the battlefield was turning again. Rasnuhl was coordinating with Duporcelen. The Emperor's fleet had finally graced the battlefield.

Things might still turn in their favor.

But between the apparent loss of the squadrons, and the seeming death of the Countess... Maldor found it hard to raise his spirits to the challenge at hand.

A handful of Vulture fighters formed up alongside Maldor's shuttle and accompanying scouts. The only survivors of the debacle within the storm.

He touched the intercom. "It seems Miracle will not be joining us. You have squadron control. Choose targets and engage at will, but stay close to Duporcelen's ships. Hopefully these droid-fighters know how to read signals delivered by flashing running lights."

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TL;DR - Maldor is disheartened at Bella's apparent death.
Squadron control is given to his Mercenary pilot.
They will stay in close support of Duporcelen's ships.
Communication with Vulture droid escort is uncertain - can they decipher blinking lights? We shall see.



Bella Bella | Katherin DuPorcelen Katherin DuPorcelen | Maldor Mecetti Maldor Mecetti | Velran Kilran Velran Kilran | Fiolette Yvarro Fiolette Yvarro | Michael Hightower Michael Hightower | Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf | Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean

 

[The Battalion]

"REINFORCEMENTS INBOUND!" yelled the Mercenary B1 Droids as they came under a new wave of assault from fresh troops, that were much better armed than this rabble they had been grinding under their Droid heels.

The Forces Kivah was fighting amongst soon began to push into the Droid ranks, forcing them into the trenches momentarily and resorting to mortar and grenades to slow the approach.

The Droids poured carbine fire in concentrated amounts as House Io A-Wings were signalled for assistance in orbit to begin strafing runs on enemy forces, while lightly armed squads functioned as snipers, trying to pick off as many high value targets as possible, making special care to shoot anyone attempting to treat enemy wounded.

They were moving in fast though, and the Droids were currently struggling not to be pushed back any further. But House Io Droids are built different. Already, they had detonated some carefully placed radiation bombs and had increased the shelling across the entire territory to nigh indiscriminate levels, constant mortar bombardment now hitting and killing those on both sides.

The Droids began hurling ion grenades as they advanced on clusters of better armed enemies, breaking arms and necks as they got into melee range with a practiced callousness...


Meanwhile...

Velran Kilran had indeed correctly anticipated the Empire would come to Tion.

As had House Io. Their own internal strategists had said the large facility Srina Talon had made her way into would be the primary target to focus on.

So they had made a teensy, tiny request of the EOTL's Military.

An infamous tactic of the House, one that had caught the Bryn'adul off guard many times in serious conflicts, was burying their warriors. Concealment and ambush tactics in confined spaces were something of a House Specialty.

At the behest of a Basic Cultist who had been acting as a underwater sentry overlooking the facility as it was raided beneath the watery grave the station hid under cast a reversing spell, and hundreds and hundreds of Model 3 Nuetralizer Units armed with Plasma grenades, Rocket Launchers, and DC-12U Beam Rifles were raised by Dark Magic that had buried them deep in the earth, the ground around them giving way like liquid as they rose, surprising many of the enemy units still on the outside by rising up amongst them, these particular ones modified with the parts from Confederacy Aqua Battle Droids , their first act often being to swing a victim around violently ragdolling them into their fellows before opening fire, some just opened fire as soon as they broke the surface, hundreds of the Droids outside the facility shooting everything that looked like an enemy Sith as the whole thing turned into that underwater fight scene from Thunderball (Narrator suffers nosebleeds from the Tom Jones song induced Trauma). Sure, lots of Modern Sith sneered at the Cult's Emma Frost-Levels of fashion at using a skintight white catsuit as their calling card, but that said, are you going to confuse a Cultist for a regular Sith?. Sometimes eccentricity has its benefits.

But the situation was just slightly worse on the inside as the Nuetralizers punched into the facility from without, a few dozen had been magically concealed in the walls alongside a few Drainer Fragments. The Dark Spell that the Cultist playing overwatch outside used began to affect the interior, pulling them out of their magical concealment in the floors and walls.

Teams formed, many carrying pump action shotguns. The Catsuit wearing Drainer Fragments happened to be close to enemies when they started, to paraphrase Hudson, "coming out of the damn walls" (Some of the Sith Soldiers actually shouted this) only to have combinations of lightning and smoke demons ripping into their ranks as the Drainers, abominations who literally have to commit atrocities against adults and younglings as part of their diet, hissed more deadly curses, leaching life from closer victims, while the Nuetralizers both inside and outside burst into song to announce their arrival.

"I'VE GOT YOUUUUUUUU...UNDER-MY-SKIN...I'VE GOT YOUUUUUUUU...DEEP IN A PART OF MEEEEEE..." they sang jovially as some of them used their fists to start caving in faces like how you pop those little plastic bubble sheets you find in shipping containers...

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Malum's advance through the streets was halted as he came across a holoscreen with the Imperial crest held up in patriotic fervour, indeed, it seemed very much the hallmark of an Imperial broadcast in the makings. Yet, gazing around him at the burning wreckage, a street that was likely once filled with civilians, bare and empty.

For who could this broadcast be for?

Not for simply this area... it would have to be for the entire moon, perhaps even beyond that.

Members of the Guard who kept their helmeted vigilance had too found themselves to other holoscreens, and as much as he had suspected, his earcomms were filtering with reports of the same broadcast across other sectors on this moon...

New Imperial Security Protocol 16-21-18-7-5...

...This would have to be very new, or indeed, something top secret, for nothing he held in the NISB had found any mention of this.

Yet, that was far from the most concerning detail from the broadcast.

'PURGE INITIATED'

That was a bad sign, to say the least.

Purge was an interesting word, and unfortunately for both them and the Imperial civilians, it likely was not good news for either.

The words of the broadcast itself confirmed as much.

"Imperator, we have encountered the Immortals, several squads have been found fanning out across the city, moving to engage" The gruff voice of Custos came over his comms, while Malum realised, what he should have realised as soon the purge announcement had been made.

Alicia Drey was near.

For after all, as had been disclosed to him, among the NISB, there too stood the Immortals, their elite shadowy fighting force.

Unfortunately, any desire he had to charge through the city in pursuit of her was tempered by the very real fact that of course... he had no idea where she was, and as it stood that had very little chance of changing. For all that he could rightfully and truthfully called reckless at the best of times, he was not going to play into her games.

Any more than he had already.

He would have his opportunity for vengeance soon enough.

Alas, there was to another factor, as Venerandus' voice filled his eardrums.

"Imperator, some sort of gas has been deployed across the eastern sectors, Guard forces are withdrawing, and deploying anti-chemical warfare measures." Venerandus' far softer voice came over his comms, as pieces slowly sorted themselves in his mind.

She... would not do this, would she?

He had not thought she would have betrayed him... after even fully expecting it...

Malum bit down on his lip, she was near, that much he knew, but if she did not reveal herself, she could anywhere.

And he did still hold duty here.

Bogan damn it.

"All Guard forces are to begin withdrawing to the landing zone, avoid combat with the enemy as much as possible, and focus on distributing gas masks, and evacuating all civilians, we will not allow this place to become a graveyard." The transmission went out across all subcommanders, the sound of affirmatives filling the air waves, as Malum himself turned to nod towards those accompanying him.

They filtered out quickly, as willing to do their duty as he was.

There was still another task to do, however, as gazing to the sky, he saw the movement of the Malsheem's escorts... towards the moons.

He had little time to consider them, as he opened up the link to the Mors Mon, hoping beyond hope that it was Michael Hightower on board, rather than His Imperial Majesty, Darth Empyrean . He might have had a colder relationship with the good admiral than he would have preferred, but it was still far warmer than the one he had with the Emperor.

"Lord Admiral, it seems that the Imperials are abandoning the moon, yet wish to leave us with nothing," Malum began, watching through masked eyes as the wisps of gas floated over the air, "They have deployed some sort of chemical weapon over the moon, I would seek your support in evacuating the civilians onto the Mors Mon, if at all possible."

He might have made a similar request to the Malsheem, and Kain- Darth Carnifex , alas.

As he watched bombardment breakout over one of the neighbouring moons from even this distance...

...As he knew how a captive population might be treated by the Butcher King.

He thought better of it.

The transmission shut off, as Revna finally rejoined him, along with another alert.

From the Emperor of all people.

Had he... heard him... think of him?

No, no... Malum you were growing too paranoid...

He offered a ghost of a smile at his bro- battlebrother's apprentice, perhaps he should have taken a far more... firm grip on all the tag alongs that he had brought along with him.

Indeed, he did care for them all greatly... one perhaps too much.

Alas, it had been his way to be as independent as possible, to withhold them the same opportunity was far from fair. Likely, too, it would disallow them to learn in the same way that he had. Of course, the last factor, was that though he could command and order to his heart's content, he had to admit independence suited them far better.

"A rather astute analysis, cuz, all Guard forces are withdrawing, they will spread the word to all other Sith forces in the area, and evacuate any civilians they come across, by chance do you have a gas mask?" Malum asked, preparing to call back one of his men for a spare, after all the replica mask he wore had built-in protections, similar he did not see in the bare, pleasant face of his cousin, they did still have time, if the gas was being deployed where the Immortals were... well, there was no Immortals here, "And have you by chance seen Zachariah or Sophia?" Malum asked, trying to keep the concern out of his voice...

...For he was a liar, the fact they were not in his sight at all times, utterly terrified him.

And even with the gas rising, the sound of fire still fluttered across his ears.

Each and every one made his heart beat a little bit faster.

It was no surprise after all, Zachariah Conway was not only his apprentice, but too the grandson of the Emperor, any harm that came to him, would be harm that would come to him.

While Sophia of House Marr ... did anything need to be said of how much Malum cared for his sisters?

It was at the alert from the Emperor finally came about, his cold, hard voice... for once in Malum's life earning a smile.

Alicia had finally been found out.

Unfortunately, he did not have much time to enjoy it at all, as though the words of the Emperor, along with all the information and evidence crescendoed over him and his cousin.

Malum quirked an ear at a voice.

A familiar voice.

But one that he had not heard in... years?

He turned masked eyes down the street, an Imperial... and a Sith.

A rather familiar Sith.

" Sicarius Hekate ?" He breathed.

His old friend from the days at the Palace of Silver Rain.

The same friend who had joined him in his suicide mission to Dromund Kaas, when they had been merely acolytes.

...Why was she with an Imperial?

Shov Brald

 

[Brec Abrak]

Location: Third Moon of Tion​

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Chaos.

Chaos and weirdness the likes of which Brec had never seen.

He'd had enough. He wasn't going to stand here and be arrested anymore.

Turning sharply, he made a run for it. He ran faster than he'd ever run before, with the singular purpose of survival.

The moon was doused in poison, under a rain of orbital fire, and inundated with competing combatants. None of that was for him. He just needed to get to his ship in the security impound lot, and he'd be able to get out of here.

Surrounded by cultists, by robots, by death and destruction, he ran for his life.

---

The Battalion

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Capital City - Third Moon of Tion
Objective: Back in White
Tag: Sophia of House Marr

Shaper pain than she had ever known shrieked through her thigh and red eyes glanced down to see a long, thick, splinter of bone sticking out of it. Through and through from one side to the other. Sophia stumbled down to one knee and cried out with something that was both agony and anger. Such defiance, in her. Her energy slammed down on the ground and rolled outward in a wave—Trying to push the Imperial-whipped grunt back from whence they'd come. Her hands shook.

For naught but a moment, Ivixa felt a sudden stab of empathy in her chest as she registered the Sorceress’ terrible, agonized screams in response to the injury she had inflicted upon her. While Ivixa had killed many, many people, as a sniper, her kills were usually instantaneous and done with the inherent detachment afforded by extreme distance. She rarely, if ever, heard her targets scream out in agony or rage due to the fact that she was often too far away to hear said screams, even with her powerful Asa’nyx hearing.

Not to mention, Ivixa almost always aimed for the heads or upper chests of her targets. This was one of the few exceptions, done only because a direct attack would have failed to penetrate the Sorceress’ crimson barrier.

Such a sensation was unfamiliar to the tiny sniper, but not wholly unwelcome. Nevertheless, the simple fact that her opponent was a Sith and thus, had likely dealt out all manner of atrocity before now, helped to steel her resolve. As such, Ivixa narrowed her eyes and made to fire again. However, before she could do so, a roiling wave of energy cascaded out from the Sith, causing the short-statured sniper to lose her balance in mid-air, sending her flying towards the ground.

Only a split-second before she would have landed hard on her skull, her armor’s Lyra gravity system activated to slow her down and cushion the fall. Suddenly re-oriented, Ivixa quickly positioned herself for the landing, before taking stock of her surroundings.

Her fall had carried her down into the alleyway immediately adjacent to the building that she had been on only moments prior, which had just collapsed. Dust from the collapsed building filled and choked the air, concealing the tiny sniper’s vision and forcing her to rely on thermal vision. Fortunately, her helmet filters worked to protect her lungs, but the rubble strewn about the alleyway made for uneasy footing.

Directly across from her, some 20 meters away, was the heat signature of the Sorceress.

She screamed then—an earsplitting, howling note that would have ripped Ivixa’s ultra-sensitive eardrums asunder, were it not for the extensive sonic protection afforded by her helmet and armor. However, the small shockwave that accompanied the scream was enough that Ivixa found herself forced back a step. Nevertheless, the tiny sniper held her ground and quickly placed her rifle on her back, exchanging it for the two CryoBan pistols on her ample hips.

The Sith Sorceress slowly tried to force herself back to a standing position as the wound cauterized. At first—She failed. But, Sophia was so very stubborn. Pushing herself to the limit without thought of the permanent consequences it might have. Winning…Was all that mattered. By any means. "You know…I'll get a bead on you eventually…Bleed me, break me."

"But I'll kill you."

Ivixa moved quickly, while doing her best to ignore the Sorceress’ enraged portents. As the Sith reached for her whip, the Asa'nyx fired her grappling line at the sidewall of the building to her own right side—the building that was still intact, compared to the one to the tiny sniper’s left that was now nothing but rubble. It was then, just as the tip of the line latched into the duracrete wall, that the woman leaped towards the tiny Asa’yx with all the dark, preternatural strength that she could muster through her injured legs.

In turn, Ivixa flew forward via her armor’s repulsors with the grappling line still drawn from her left gauntlet, before firing the repulsor on her right gauntlet at the flexible blades of Sorceress’ whip as it lashed out to strike. In that regard, her objective with the repulsor blast was not to disrupt her opponent’s momentum, but to blow back her whip before it ensnared her or otherwise, cut her body to ribbons.

It was with her next action that Ivixa sought to use the Sith’s pain and momentum against her.

While she had largely succeeded in turning away her opponent’s whip, its tip tore through the armorweave on Ivixa’s left thigh in a grazing blow, before kissing the soft, cerulean flesh underneath, drawing a small amount of blood in the process. The pain registered as a faint blip in the Asa’nyx’s adrenaline-driven awareness, but it did not dissuade her focus as she flew past and then, around the form of the charging Sorceress, with the maneuver assisted by her armor’s repulsors. Simultaneously, Ivixa sought to wrap her grappling line around both of her opponent’s arms—an attempt to leverage the low visibility from the dust to ensnare her opponent within a seemingly invisible cord.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
    • LPD-49 Miniaturized Static Blaster (2) - R/L
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • Power Pack (5)
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated SR-2M Verpine Shatter Rifle
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-100x FAE/S-08 Electro-Scope
    • Reflec Coating
  • Ammunition
    
    • 20-Round SLAP-HE Magazine (2)
    • 20-Round AP Magazine (2)
• CP-01R CryoBan Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • CryoBan Cell (5)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Reflec Coating

 

[Sicarius Hekate]

Sicarius was enjoying herself. This was the first time she'd be let off the leash, since she'd been captured by the Empire. It had always been partial freedom or not full access to her powers outside of the lab, definitely no access to her lightsabers. It felt good to have access to her full abilities again.

It had been even longer since she'd been in a proper battle in fact probably not since she herself had been fighting for the Sith. It felt odd to be fighting against them but challenging them. Many of them were caught off guard or confused when she fought against them. Battles among the Sith weren't exactly uncommon but they were usually more formal affairs. They expected her to be on their side. She screamed Sith, her lightsabers for one thing were still red but even still she had the tinge of the Dark Side to her eyes and her skin. Plus she hardly looked like an Imperial. As Velran and Shov were always pointing out she dressed provactively. Although recently she had been thinking of getting some more practical armor.

The last thing she needed as an Imperial deciding she was one of the enemy and taking a shot at her. Still despite the surprise and the fact that she was enjoying herself Sicarius had found her skills weren't as sharp as they used to be as they should be. Without the constant sparring and training sessions with her Master she had become sloppy. Her reactions were slightly slower and although she kept herself in goo physical shape, her access to her force abilities in the lab were limited mostly to alchemical and sorcery on subdued specimens.

It had been too long since she had faced real opponents in a life or death struggle. Although the cultists she and Velran had confronted were she supposed close, they paled in battle against true sith. Sicarius heard something about chemical gasses being deployed and was dissapointed that they would have to evacuate. She was just beginning to enjoy herself. These were battle trained and hardened killers.

Sicarius had defeated two sith warriors and a few other opponents but was already learning to pick her opponents carefully. Until she was back up to full strength she didn't want to risk facing a real opponent. Sicarius was so focused on survival she almost ran past an old friend.

" Darth Malum of House Marr ?" Sicarius asked "Hi… how have you been?"

Sicarius paused awkwardly

"Heard you were a big time Sith Lord now."

" Shov Brald this is Malum a friend from my acolyte days Malum Shov" Sicarius paused awkwardly Velran must be rubbing off on her pausing in the middle of a battle to pause and have a polite chat? It was just the sort of insane mercurialness he enjoyed.

"Oh this? Yeah sort of an… involuntary employment of the Empire. This stupid bomb collar around my neck. Nothing personal."

 

[Darth Prazutis]

"You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the grim reaper."
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"Whoa big boy!"

Out into the no man's land of battle he strode.

The air rocked with the deafening roars, screams, and vile war chants spewing blasphemy into the open air. The very skies were split open as war horns tore through the air. The very feeling of the conflict itself seemed to change when the Shadow Hand of the Kainate appeared, when this Dark Titan broke the lines of engagement and began to move. The giant surged with all the inevitability of a falling avalanche a purposeful, brisque march. In his hands he gripped what was quite possibly the largest greatsword any man would ever see at roughly six and a half feet long of barbed death. Out from its dark steel poured malice and darkness like roiling clouds enough to give even the wisest Jedi or cunning Sith pause for what it meant. In his wake came the crash of thunder from every footfall, heralding his coming like a steady metronome of doom.​

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They screamed for him.​

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It was the greatest holy war many of these warriors would experience. To take the field beside one of the Kainate's Dark Lords, one of their living gods. Their fanatical loyalty was built on a religious bedrock of deified worship that saw him as one of their gods meant for worship, emulation, and adoration. For all present he was their Elysian Grandeval Mortarch and there was no greater cause to die for than to stand in defense of the final bastion, the beating heart of the Kainate itself. In his name they would fight and die to the very last man if that was what it took. Every man, woman, and child on board had such convictions woven into their very DNA. But to bear witness to a living god take the field was more than many of them could take and their fanaticism boiled over into borderline madness. They gouged their throats with shouts, declarations and bewilderment at seeing him charge towards alone towards the heavily armed intruders, the archons of vengeance for a fallen world, a slaughtered people. Their might would be enough to give virtually anyone pause to see even one on the field of battle, war trained from the time they could walk. Almost anyone.​

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The Dark Lord said absolutely nothing as he moved.​

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They moved to shower him in waves of unrelenting fire, ceaseless explosions, anything to fell the terrible Destroyer who took everything from their people. Even this giant would at times disappear behind the relentless barrage of munitions. Some would even charge towards him moving through the air on jetpacks. But nothing seemed to slow the giant's pace as he descended on them. The very first beskar clad warrior who came upon him found himself blasted apart, cleaved in twain with a single swing of that horrific runeblade as his beskar was blown apart before the weapon's teeth even kissed flesh. As it met skin his body exploded as if it were struck by ranged artillery, his soul stricken from the shrapnel clad mess of carnage that showered everyone in proximity. A scream of pain was so swiftly cut off it was utterly haunting. Out from his outstretched hand poured destruction in physical form. Arcs of crimson lightning dealt a vaporizing death to anything it touched, their very presence drowned the air in ozone and cast the scene in a ghastly light, as it descended towards his foe's their legendary commander. The Shield of the Rekindler, the Hammer of Clan Rodarch. Every strike from his hands reminded all present why he was the final moment made flesh, the giant who held undisputed dominion over death itself. Now his wrath came for Clan Rodarch as their brave six hundred dealt death to the Kainate ground forces. ​

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Arla Rodarch ​

 

[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: Koto Demascón of House Marr

Much to Teckla’s disgust the response to her challenge was not the opponent rushing out to meet her. Instead they sat in the Imperial station and waited for her. The gall of this being, whoever it was. Of course she wouldn’t allow herself to be called a coward. She would not keep this challenger waiting. Even if her time in the doomed station was not likely to be for long. Her forward momentum started again, straight towards the station hangar that the challenger’s ship had entered. She swam in an upward arc, approaching the opening of the hangar from the top edge.

The Moff’s feet moved to lead the way through the energy shield that kept water from flowing into the hangar. She propelled herself forward and landed on the solid deck of the hangar with a gentle grunt of exertion. As her opponent had broadcast his position through the Force, Teckla ignored the ship. This conflict was but the first with the Sith. And she felt trapping this challenger here by disabling his escape would be a cheap victory.

With her lightsaber raised to act as a shield Teckla began an exchange of fire and Force powers that would end in a stalemate as Teckla’s troops under Skyria had abandoned the station and brought a submersible by the hangar to enable Teckla’s strategic retreat. This battle she hoped would be continued at another time.