The Silver Jedi Come (Dominion of Malachor V + Sith Order Rebellion)

[Munin]

Korriban - Eight Miles East of Jedi Temple

Oh.

Well this wasn't good at all was it?

Munin had pulled out his datapad as he waited for the drone to go and inspect the valley and temple below, he'd also set up a small transceiver on top of the alcove. The device was little more than a small antenna that would pick up signals that were traveling through Korriban's airspace. Not powerful enough send out signals of his own, but strong enough to catch pretty much anything that would float along. Most of what he was now catching was military communications, chatter that would have normally been impossible to decrypt if one didn't have the proper codes.

He of course, had the proper codes...well kind of. He couldn't exactly dig down into anything, and if they used anything but standard channel encryption things would quickly deteriorate, but for now he was more than able to catch what was going on. It seemed that a large force of Star Destroyer had dropped into the planets orbit, Star Destroyers that the Silver Jedi assumed belonged to some sort of fringe Sith group.

Sith were...well they weren't really anything to Munin.

He had promised Spark that he wouldn't work with them, and he'd kept that promise. He also intended on keeping it today, which would presumably be more difficult than one would actually think. If the Sith had come here that meant they wanted this world, and what Sith wanted they most often took through means of violence. One couldn't really blame them for the tactic, after all it had worked just fine for thousands of years, but it did put Munin in an awkward position. If the Sith won Korriban today it would make getting off the planet much more difficult, and that would mean he'd likely be stuck on this worthless rock for some time, a scenario he'd rather avoid.

"Kark it." Munin said as he folded up his datapad and slipped it back into his pack, pulling the small transceiver in with it. A heavy sigh escaped his lips and he pulled out his communicator, checking on the drones progress and issuing it a new command.

He needed a communications station.

 

[Jericho]

Location: Command Center -> The Gates
Objective: Defend the main City.
Allies: [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Syn"] [member="Auron Song"] [member="Nagate Hei"] [member="Kära Vi'dreya"]
Enemies: [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Silas of Ossus"] | [member="Darth Raxis"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]


Once again the warrior took a breathe and rubbed the chin of his mask as he thought. There was no word about reinforcements as of yet even after he sent out the transmission so Jericho would have to make do with the troops and the defense he had on planet. "Master Jericho!" Another officer cried out and shock. "Another number of ships have entered orbit!" It just went from bad to worst he could feel it around him. Everyone was unsteady and worried about the attack, the Silvers still didn't have a strong military presence as of yet mostly bases and the main city here. He looked from side to side and unleash and aura of calm among the heads of the command center. "Remain calm and stead fast. Our main priorities to is get the non-combative out of harms way. Focus on continuing sending out the distress call to all open comms and defenses to the main city."

"Should we send out our pilots?" Asked an officer.

"No don't divide what forces we have focus on luring them down for a ground battle. With their forces a battle brought to them would only end with need less sacrifice."

"Sir should we prep defenses for the outer wall?"

"No, I will take care of that, focus on anti-air and ground cannons. They have overwhelming numbers, prepare for being flooded and activate shields."

"What else should we do?"

"All we can do is prep for a retreat unless reinforcements are able to arrive. Again, the safety of our people is our main priority."

The warrior ordered everyone once more. There were a good number of jedi on planet though many were on missions at the nearby tombs. He placed a hand on Auron feeling the tension within him and knew this would be his first battle. "Always know, there is light in all darkness and darkness within light. Know yourself and steel your mind for in battle there is no room for doubt." The warrior lowered his hand and began to walk down towards the gates expecting the young man to follow.

As they took a step outside of the main gate Jericho placed a hand outward to signal a stop of the jedi that were already there. The warrior took in a deep breath and the earth began to shake at his command. The warrior created a large earthly wall with a narrow pass and created holes in front of it to impede any incoming ground forces as the shield activated over them to avoiding potential bombings. If the sith aim to take Korriban like they seemed to be, the Jedi would make them work for it.

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Deep Space, Outside Ziost Scanning Range/Approaching Ziost
Objective: Secure the Caldera
Allies: [member="Onley Xiangu"]
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"]

In dark space outside of Ziost, a small fleet of ships sat. At the lead, a single Sadow-class, the Mirial Accord, sat waiting. Normally, when Leos approached a planet he did so in the Eidolon. The stakes, and situation, however, warranted the use of a ship that could take care of itself if the need arose. Considering what he understood of the Jedi and their allies, it was likely that the need would arise. Unfortunate, but it was the truth. He and Teynara had a lengthy conversation about this not long ago. The reality was clear. Still, he had an obligation, to her and the people of the galaxy, to at least attempt to do things this way. That and it was his nature to do so, anyway.

"Commander Malzer."

"Yes, sir?" the hologram answered.

"Maintain current position. You should be able to make a micro jump into Ziost from here if need be. I'm hoping it won't be required, but the chances of this working are minimal."

"I understand, sir. If we get called in?"

Leos thought about this for a moment and shook his head. There was only one course of action if it came to that.

"If I call you in, deploy the troops to New Adasta and secure the city with minimal destruction. Have the fleet ready to engage enemy forces if required. If you jump in and see us engaged, take action immediately."

"Yes, sir. Good luck."

The line was cut and Leos nodded to the captain of the Mirial Accord. The man turned and began directing the crew. After a few short moments, they made the jump to lightspeed. It was, as expected, a quick jump. Almost as soon as it started, a few scant minutes, the ship slipped out of hyperspace within the airspace, as it were, of Ziost. No doubt the Silver Jedi's warning systems would sound. The Order knew that the Jedi were there. Their own transceiver network had detected them previously. It was now just a matter of doing what they'd come there to do, and hoping that these Jedi would listen to reason, though he took Teynara's warning to heart. The ships shields went up, but the weapons, save for defense ones, remained offline.

"Acolyte Xiangu, please stand at my side. Solidarity is key here."

The Captain was waiting for the signal and he gave a nod once Onley was in position. Both Arus and Milan, his two Maalraas, were seated before him, as well. The broadcast began.

"This is the Destroyer Mirial Accord calling the Jedi that have taken control of Ziost. My name is Darth Ignus. My associate and I wish to speak with whomever is in charge here in regards to the battles now being waged with your forces throughout the Stygian Caldera. We have an offer to make you."

With that, he nodded for the transmission to be cut, and then sat back to wait for a response.


Fleet:

Spoiler

Fleet (Due to Minor Faction):
1 Sadow-class Star Destroyer Mirial Accord - Command Ship
10 Sigma-class Transports

Ignus Black Fleet:
4 Ignis II-class Frigates
3 Deimos-class Gunships
2 Sentinel-class Corvettes

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

Location: Ziost, New Andasta
Objective: Fashionista
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Silver"] Jedi

Tricia was around the city, she rather liked the area compared to some of the things that they had been developing in the worlds here. She knew the silver jedi like Coci who was working on things had plans but more then that she was listening to the message coming to them. He was listening to it and looking at the city on the datapad that they had brought out with them, seeder ships early on in the operation had been sent to the planets to help them. Bringing new industry and the droids along with a number of things. They were working and had them designed to work with more of the people themselves the diplomatic droids that were there and the jedi could provide a number of new avenues for exploration when she spoke to some of the jedi with her.

"Ah did he just ask to speak with the grandmaster? How does he know they are here?" She tapped her chin thinking about it and wasn't exactly certain herself but she reached out with the force and was reaching out with her thoughts to find the ones there. The sigil around her neck giving her a good idea of what she could do and the communications crystal in it was vong design allowing them to talk with each other and there wouldn't be hacking of it. She spoke. 'Master Heavenshield if they are going across the entire Caldera then sending forces to Korriban to stop them there would be a trap and dangerous. I don't know if giving away a plan was helpful or what but we have seeder ships scattered throughout we can survive for years because of them if they try to hold korriban and the entrance it is simple math that we have more and time.'

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Malachor V, Outside Trayus Academy (0.3 kilcks away)
Objectives: Attempt to assassinate planet-side Jedi and not die.
Enemies: [member="Matsu Ike"], [member="Claire Ouron"], [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"], [member="Celiana"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Judah Lesan Jr."], [member="Teynara Jeralyr"]
Allies: N/A
Unknown: @Ar'ekk (May be ally if still possess by Darth Nihilus), [member="Rasu Gan"] (May be ally if still possessed by Darth Sion)

{I think I tagged everyone on Malachor V. Sorry if I missed someone. If I've tagged someone and you're not on Malachor V, sorry for the mix up.}



Nestled a short distance, no more than a single klick, from the Sith Temple known as Trayus Academy, a place of training and learning for Sith Acolytes during the reigns of Darth Traya - Lady of Deception and Betrayal, Darth Sion - Lord of Pain and Unliving and, finally, Darth Nihilus - Lord of Hunger, Sith Lords that ruled as a Sith Triumvirate within the Temple, was a small ship, sleek and mobile in design, crafted for the comfortable ferrying of a single person. However, the most important aspect within the ship, despite its small size and lack of major combative potential, was the fact that its stealth systems ran on Stygium Crystals, which is what had allowed for its sole passenger to arrive on the planet steeped in Dark history undetected.

Said passenger was currently quite a distance from his ship, having chosen to move himself away for his sole means of transportation for his coming chosen course of action just in case he be detected. The robbed figure, the outline of his form distorted by the purposeful folds of the robes, was currently knelt on the harsh, rock ground, showing no signs of pain from the numerous sharp and jagged shard of stone that dug into his legs, piercing through the meager protection offered by the thick leather trousers he wore and the thin cloth of his dark robes. With the hood of his aged looking robes pulled back and layered against the back of his neck, his face was not cast into shadow as it might have usually been, exposing the face of Xavka Duquo, the true name of Darth Lykos.

Flashes of lighting that carved there blazing trail through the sky would harshly illuminate his heavily scarred visage, the array of thin and deep scars transforming into harsh crevices that seared their way through flesh and muscle. The symmetrical and carefully designed tattoos that covered his face, traditional Jat'o, where almost lost under the dim lighting, blending in with his deeply tanned skin. Contrasting with his mostly dark visage was his hair, a light ashen grey man that was pulled into a series of dreadlocks and carefully woven around the jutting forms of his orat horns before it was left to hang down past the back of his neck and disappear into the folds of his robes. However, his most noticeable feature currently was his left eye, his only eye - the other having been removed from his head leaving behind a scarred right eye socket that was surrounded by jagged ocular bones that had not been properly set, leaving the maw of his socket a gaping mass of skin covered teeth. Glowing a haunting amber as Xavka drew upon the Darkness that festered within the core of the planet, his eye stood out strongly within the dull light, a hint of feral insanity present within its depths.

Currently, Xavka's mind was elsewhere, lost within the ebbs and flows of the Force as a storm howled through it just as strong as the storm that raged above in the rainless sky, his minds eye perceiving nearby events even as he became blind and deaf to his bodies surroundings. Slowly, almost cautiously, a chuckle would emerge from his still body, his ramrod straight shoulders shaking slightly as the hoarse sound of dark amusement echoed around within surrounding silence, the constant gruffness to such a simple sound added by a fierce scar that wrapped itself around his neck and marred his body deep enough to damage his vocal folds. As the glow within his mind faded, the insane feralty receding with it, Xavka's mind returned to its physical shell and leaving him to muse upon the amusing sight of watching spirits of the Triumvirate that had once ruled from the very planet he had set foot on, and the reason for his presence on Malachor V while allies fought against the main presence of the Jedi; their knowledge in particular, possess and begin trying to consume three Jedi, turning them upon their fellows.

Shaking the memories from his mind, Xavka instead set his focus on his plans, inhaling deeply as he straightened his back further and let his eyelids drift closed. Slowly sinking into Quey'tek meditation, Xavka began the process of altering how his Presence within the Force would be perceived, ridding it of its scent of Darkness that flowed throughout it freely, shifting and changing it until he doubted that even his Master would be able to tell his Presence apart from the general rolling Dark that was the natural feeling of Malachor V. Still, even though Xavka had spent the last five minuets focus on altering his Presence, he took it one further as he always tried to do so, refusing to focus on one fail safe alone. Slowly he began to disperse his Presence out among the background 'sound' of the Force, letting it be buried under layers of whispers that were carried along the Force.

Slowly shifting to his face, gracefully moving between his prone position and standing, Xavka pushed himself to his full six foot plus height, his eyelids snapping open with a focus as a small smirk of anticipation spread across his lips, revealing the pointed and blood stained tips of a set of carefully sharpened teeth beyond. Setting off at a dead sprint, the Force being called upon slightly as his form disappear in a blur, his last action being to raise the hood of his robes, obscuring his face in thick and unnatural shadows, as hit bare feet slapped against the ground and the claws that adorned them tore at the rocky terrain bellow, sending shards of debris flying behind him as he began to eat up the distance between his point of mediation and the Temple he, and as it seemed, other Jedi had sought.

As he ran, slowly the final stage of Xavka preparing settled into place as the Force around him began to twist and warp under his will, the effect concealed underneath the Quey'tek mediation, as light and sound surrounding the Iridonian Zabrak began to falter and fall under his control. Slowly, the slight sounds of his passage would fade, disappearing as the vibrations he produced began to be stopped. Bit by bit, any being that could have lay eyes upon him would see his form begin to fade, first becoming obscured, then blurry and then finally gone as light itself was manipulating, that which reflected off of him being directed downwards so as not to meet the eyes of another being. Force Cloak was truly the most valuable ability that Xavka had ever learnt, even if it had demanded that he force himself through run after run of a course that was designed to try and kill him should he be detected by visual and audible identification; his time spent in meditation with Art of the Small had further lent itself as a born, his understanding of the smaller ranges of the universe assisting him in his manipulation of others' realities.

Arriving at the gaping maw of the entrance to the Academy, Xavka barely paused as his form - Unseen, Unheard and Unnoticed within the Force - raced passed the threshold, his physical senses strained to detect the first signs of approaching life while his mystical sense was focused on the same goal. For a moment, Xavka paused in his focus to wonder if any of his allies, whom he'd contacted upon realising that Malachor V wasn't as dead and abandoned as he believed when he had sensed the gathered group of Jedi, would be joining him in what was soon to be conflict. However, he quickly shook that thought from his head as he let the Force dissipate from his body, halting his abnormal speed as he fell forwards onto all fours and ran that way, the claws that lined his feet and right hand and the hydraulically empowered fingers of his left hand allowing him purchase on the floors. If they came, they came, if they didn't then they didn't and there was no point with him worrying about it in the end. Instead, he would focus on preparing for the fight ahead, whether he ran into the large group of Presences; two of which still were smothered under the Dark Presences of two Sith Lords from ages past, the large and lone Presence or the duo, he would only get one attack before they would be alerted to his presence; even if they would not be able to see or hear him that would negate the advantage of surprise.




[Sorry about the wall of text, I have a habit of not knowing when to stop writing. Sorry. I'll focus on cutting them down to that you won't have to deal with walls of text like this. Sorry, again.]
TL;DR and Notes:

Spoiler

(TL;DR) Force Stealth, Quey'tek Meditation and Force Cloak in a ritual over a ten/fifteen minuet period of time so that he would be prepared. Currently, he has just entered the interior of the Academy but hasn't really gone in far.
(Notes) Also, he has not picked who to target just yet, mainly because this post is just to announce his presence on Malachor V with you all and to introduce him to the Rebellion. I'll most likely have him attack someone next thread though. (P.S. As for how to dodge an attack from an unseen, unheard and unnoticed target: Precognition.) If you have any problems with my post, or any other posts I make in the future, please do feel free to shoot me a PM; as long as you're reasons are valid, I'm always happy to make needed edits.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Location: SJO 3rd Fleet HQ, Mon Cala
Objective: Reinforce SJO
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"]
Enemies: [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Grimoire"] [member="Darth Raxis"]

Reshmar sat at his desk looking over the plans for the final preparations of task force Zulu. The small group had been tasked with defending the northern reaches of Order Space and as of yet had not been able to deploy. Time was not a friend of Starfleet. The complement of troops as well as supplies would not sit in space waiting for clearance to leave forever. Buricricy was the enemy of military and in this case it was content to hold up the group's departure awaiting some low level paper pusher to be satisfied the numbers were all right.

Out in the distance Reshmar could look out at the assembled starships and the twenty thousand troops loaded within their hulls ready to leave. Consumables loaded into their cargo holds sit aging and nearing their expiration date. And the crews living and working on the ships waiting for the word to get underway.

"Any word yet admiral" ask one of his aids as he entered the room. The human male walked in and took up position across Reshmars desk and saluted as he stood awaiting an answer.

"At ease Colonel, and no, no word yet" said Reshmar as he turned to look at the man. Colonel Donal relaxed and took a seat after Reshmar motioned for him to sit. Reshmar had only just meet the officer but he seemed like a competent enough man, and he had come highly recommended from Fleet Command.

"If we do not get word soon we will have to relieve the assault force. I hear they are already antsy." said Donal. The man looked out past Reshmar at the ships floating in space. Reshmar sat quietly for a moment considering the delay giving twenty thousand men and women leave then getting them back aboard would incur. That operation would push back the departure by at least a week and the supplies packed aboard the ships would not last that long.

"No we need to keep them ready, We can not afford that delay." said Reshmar as he brought up his command panels display.

"The idea of losing a million tons of consumables does seem unthinkable" said the colonel. HE turned his attention back to Reshmar who sat with his eyes closed. Reshmar knew the hit the fleet would take if it lost those supplies would not come out of the government's budget. No Fleet would have to foot the bill for the consumables if it came down to that and that was not a hit Fleet could afford. Reshmar was about to reply to Donal when his comm unit chirped.

"Admiral Sir, Long range sensors stations have indicated Sith warships in the Stygian Caldera" said the comm officer not staring at him from the display. Reshmar sat up straight and looked at the image of the communications officer. The Order had forces in the Caldera building and fortifying the region and as he knew it had little in the way of fleet presence there.

"How, did early warning not pick them up? what force strength are we looking at?" ask Reshmar of the confused looking officer. The man looked down away from the camera at his console them replied.

"Sir were not sure, we have conflicting data and much of it has not been verified. All we know for sure is forces have entered the Korriban system and are moving to land. Other than htat we have reports of sightings all over the sector but no one seems to have any substantial proof of those claims." said the officer. Reshmar sat silent for a moment to consider the situation. It was Donal who spoke next.

"Admiral, under article seven one five five a fleet level commander can appropriate any forces needed in the defense of an Order world." said the colonel smiling. Reshmar nodded recognizing exactly what the man meant. He brought up a sidle panel on the display and entered in his command authorization and a set of orders. HE waited till the order was accepted and verified then looked back at the man on the display.

"Lieutenant please send word to all active elements in and around the Caldera to make way for Korriban at best speed. I will be leaving Mon Cala within the hour to join them. Also send word to Our people on the world that help is on the way."

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Daragon-class Colony Corvette Shadow Runner, travelling up the Zoist Tree near Ch'hodos
Objective: Rally
Allies: [member="Reshmar"], Silver Jedi
Enemies: Sith

"Well, we should go talk about that," said Noa, turning around from a monitor to face Narvik, "in my cabin."

"Mine is closer," suggested Gir, "if something does come up, we can get back here quicker."

Noa slowly nodded his head in acquiescence. Gir turned his eyes to the Runner's first mate, who simply nodded back at him. In less than give minutes, the trio had vacated the bridge to sit around the circular table in Gir's cramped cabin. Narvik immediately settled into one of the chairs with an ease that reflected her lack of decorum with the captain, but Noa had rose up from the chair almost immediately after sitting down it. Gir arched an eyebrow.

"Everything all right?"

"Well, it's clearly not," said the other man, "since we were just attacked. But no, it's nothing with the chair, if that's what you meant. I just don't feel like sitting."

Gir turned his attention back to the redhead, "So what did you find out?"

"The bulk cruisers didn't seem to change their orientation throughout the engagement, even when they should have," said Narvik.

"They were intentionally staying the route to make a jump then?" guessed Gir, "it would make sense from a raiding perspective. If you did come across someone too powerful then, you could simply jump out of the way."

"Exactly," said the woman, "but looking at the modern charts, there doesn't appear to be any particular entry or exit point that they're pointed to. But when I looked at the maps Noa originally gave us, there is. At one point in the past, there was a side branch of the Nache Bhelfia that linked up with the Zoist Tree before Ch'hodos that was used exclusively for military supply runs."

"Someone has updated and redone that route then," said Gir, "and if it doesn't show up on the new BoSS charts, they aren't legally sharing it with anyone. Which means pirates, outlaws, or some unknown military force have taken pains to reestablish it for something. Were there waystations on the route beforehand?"

Narvik shrugged, "There's nothing mentioned on the old route about them, but judging from the length of the route, it would make sense to have one."

"Perhaps their base then," mused Gir, "that will have be dealt with at another time."

"That doesn't help us with the underlying issue though," said Noa, crossing his arms, "why are these people after me? And why is their timing so good?"

"Hard to say, but we might have a better idea if you told us about your personal enemies more."

Noa let out a deep sigh before slumping into the free chair around the table. But his mood soon changed. Minutes turned to hours as the magnate regaled them with colorful tales about his business exploits which inevitably ended up with some furious party at the losing end of the deal or maneuver. He runs a cutthroat business, no wonder why he has no shortage of enemies...While entertaining, it was not terribly helpful either. Few of the man's enemies seemed to have the means to either own such vessels or had a connection to pirates, with the notable exception of a certain Ch'hodos underworld figure who apparently was distantly related to the tycoon's own wife. Just as Noa was about to start another tale, the cabin's intercomm buzzed.

"Captain, we're being pulled out by an uncharted mass shadow."

"On this route?" blurted out Narvik, "impossible..."

"Drop us out, and take evasive actions, I'll be there shortly," decided Gir.

"Another attack?" questioned Noa, "I thought this ship had one of those things to run through them."

"It does," said Gir, rising from his chair, "but consider how close we are to Ch'hodos now. A normal raiding group wouldn't do dare linger so close to the authorities. This means that we are either likely looking at a law enforcement interdiction, which we will want to comply with, or a raiding party from a large power capable of taking on the authorities on their own terms."

Gir quickly exited the cabin with Narvik in tow. By the time they had entered the bridge, the first mate had already informed him that they had been pulled out by friendly vessels. Looking at the sensor readout, Gir could see that they were but one ship pulled out by an Agave-class Picket Ship guarded by several warships, including a Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser. A frown tugged across his face. This is far too much force for a simple smuggling interdiction. Something else is going on. Gir slipped on his headset comlink.

"Comms, open me up a channel with the commander of the interdiction group, make sure to use my name."

 

[Claire Ouron]

(Due to recent events and with Matsu's permission I'm going have Claire take out the two sith lords so we don't get in trouble for having canon characters as NPC's. Sorry about this but we don't want anyone to get in trouble for a honest mistake and this is simply the quickest way to get rid of the problem.)

Location: Shadow Temple, Malachor V
Objective: Finish the fight
2nd Objective: Fashion
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] @Ar'ekk [member="Celiana"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Lykos"]

Claire borrowed 2 more crystals from Matsu and dashed up to Ar'ekk was he was distracted by Undin and shoved the crystal into his side, sealing away the dark lord controlling him, next she spun around and did the same to Rasu. With the dark lords sealed Claire collapsed to her hands and knees, exhausted

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Location: Orbiting Korriban
Objective: Maintain Space Superiority around Korriban

• Destroy or damage descending vessels.
• Occupy enemy fighters.
• Harass enemy capital ships

Allies: [member="Gir Quee"] :: [member="Aisha Marc"] :: [member="Reshmar"] :: Order of the Silver Jedi (et al.)
Enemies: [member="Velok the Younger"] :: [member="Darth Raxis"] :: [member="Haytham Kaze"] :: Any other Sith fleeters in orbit of Korriban

The reclamation of Stygian Caldera was supposed to be a simple one. The Sith were scattered, or so they'd been led to believe. The populations were tired, hungry for peace, hopeful for the future the Silver Order brought. It was all so easy, someone, somewhere should have figured it couldn't last. Someone, somewhere, had. The task had seemed like a foolish one, station at the new Silver Order headquarters on Korriban for a month or so, just to maintain a presence. What was there for a young Jedi cum fighter pilot to do, lightyears away from home base and running patrols that had gotten used to counting comets as a means to avoid going mad?

As it turns out, grunt work of all sorts imaginable.

Jerek hefted cargo, set up devices and installed hardware, wired computers —thank goodness for color-coded plugs, took inventory, served meals, refueled fighters from patrol, and cleaned every surface imaginable with the most inadequate tools. At some point, he figured his clothes had collected enough dust from Korriban to start his own moon, he often thought as he examined them after an exhausting day. Those didn't end with his menial tasks, no, for his new Master Perl saw fit to continue his training and instruction even during their layover at Korriban.

So when the call came for pilots to man their fighters, Jerek barely hesitated for a moment. Finally, he thought, something was happening! By the time he had made his way across the campus to the hangar bay, and donned his flight suit, they knew what something was. It was a thought that made the padawan think twice before climbing the ladder into his Aurek-class fighter, but he did it anyway. For the Silver Order, for the people of Korriban, and most of all for his own boredom.

The Sith Fleet come.

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"I've got the Sith on scopes. Looks like a bunch of junk," Nexu 8 muttered into their open comms. The comment wasn't far off the mark, their opposing fleet was decidedly...assorted. Armored freighters, corvettes, a few capital ships, all led by a no-less-than-impressive star destroyer of sorts.

"Let's turn them back into the junk heap they came from."

"I'mma get me some reeeeed meeaaaat, boys. Woooooo!"

"That's enough, Nexu Squadron. Cut the chatter Nexu 4, 2, 8," the booming voice of Nexu Leader cut over the comms. The rest fell silent, waiting for orders. The 32nd Aerial Unit, informally called Raging Nexus squadron, was mostly made up of Antaran Ranger fighters, flying Aurek-class Interceptors, with one Jedi Padawan attached. Other Jedi flew alongside with Ranger squadrons "Flying Banthas" 17th, in their FT-18 Pillar Starfighters outfitted with proton torpedoes for this assignment, the "Hurting Huurtons" 54th flying Liberty Interceptors and the 29th but unimaginative "Resh Squadron" flying brand new Cutter-class Interceptors.

In comparison, the Silver Order's fleet didn't seem quite up to the task of presenting a formidable blockade. With reinforcements on the way, however, all they had to do now was weather the storm.

"Raging Nexus, Epsilon formation. Form up with the Banthas, give them some cover for their run," Nexu leader's voice finally called over the radio, spurring the squadron into action.

A chorus of voices sounded, and Jerek added his own to them, "Roger, Nexu Leader." His fighter dipped as it move into formation, forming alongside one of the 17th's bigger fighters to stave off any incoming fire that would obstruct its bombing run. He tensed, gripping the stick of his fighter as they crept closer, the Sith fleet seemingly ignoring them. It was unnerving. He was used to enemies fighting back, not giving them a free pass.

"They're launching dropships!"

The call came from one of the Resh squadron fighters, piped in over their shared network. Jerek stayed silent, waiting to see what the Nexu leader would do. It was his first time flying with the Rangers this way, and he wasn't sure if they would appreciate an upstart Jedi telling them how to do their jobs. At least not when the stakes were this high.

Finally, Nexu leader's voice interrupted the tense silence. "Huurtons, cover the Banthas. Nexu and Resh, let's take out those dropships."

Two squadrons of Silver fighters broke off, heading for the dropships descending to the planet below. Their fighters were meant to face off against other space opponents, not troop transports, but even heavy lasers could still make a dent against the armor plating. Jerek, like the others, picked a target and flew after it, opening up with his laser cannons on the vessel's rear. Maybe a lucky shot could strike an engine line, or hit between the plates.

Nexu 4 made the obvious discovery, "Our weapons are ineffective against their defenses."

One of the Resh pilots sounded young and panicked as he said, "They're dropping too fast. We're running out of time!"

The seconds ticked away, and Nexu leader was silent. Jerek continued his assault, but his mind fluttered towards his nascent leader. Something was occupying the pilot, and it was about to cost them the fight. "Nexu squad, on me, focus fire on Nexu 4's target. Resh, you do the same with yours."

Wincing inwardly at the flagrant breach of protocol he'd just committed, Jerek hurried quickly to follow his own instructions. They could court martial him later. And maybe at the trial, he could point out just how well his suggestion worked. With an entire squad of twelve ships pounding the transport, it wavered and buckled under their fire, and finally one laser blast ripped through with a glorious crack and a dazzling shower of explosions. The whoops and calls over the radio sounded as if they had just won the day.

"There's still a bunch more," tempered Nexu leader, finally taking hold of his wits again it seemed. "Focus fire on my target, Nexus."

As they moved to take down transport number two, the Resh fighters doing the same, the call came over the comms from Bantha squadron. "..got past us, sorry Nexus. ...whole host of —Force, there's dozens of them— those .... heading your way."

It was Nexu 3 who called out the words that sent a chill of fear down Jerek's spine. "Plague pods." He was glad to be up here now, and not down on the planet. At least death in space was instant.

Nexu leader's voice seemed to waver for a second before it righted itself. "Right, Nexu 6, 9 and 12, keep on the transports. Use missiles if you have to. The rest of you, get those pods before they land!"

 

[Kruel Zing]

Location: Thule, Hurom
Objective: Free the people
Allies: The Sith Order
Gear: Sonic Pistol, Shatter Gun, Shell Spider Silk Armor, Lightsaber, 3 bottles liquor

Thule, a planet I had only heard rumors of during my childhood. While many lacked information on what happened before some great data wipe I still held it. A benefit of being far older than most living beings. Thule had been a world where many battles were fought, some that effected galactic history. The great Uliq Qel Droma had fought on this planet, and then millennia later so had the great Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi. So much history on this planet, but it was just that! History! What was the point of clinging on to this husk of a world? What made sith constantly pursue the worlds that was once held by their ancestors? As much as their code spoke of freedom they could not free themselves from beneath the shadow of those who came before. They clung to these planets like a child to their mother’s bosom.

I was not here to give worship or secure some ancient Sith academy. The Sith academy of the Arts was far away from the capital of Hurom. While the city did sport a temple of its own that was not my target. If there was a Sith in the Sith Order that wished to go worship at the feet of ancients, they could go to the temple and Academy on their own. My goal was much larger than preserving the Sith, I would help these people achieve freedom. Not this facsimile that was created by the media and the lessons they had been taught in school. No, by the time the sun fell on this planet the populace of Hurom, no more than Hurom would be free. The entire planet of Thule would break away becoming their own people. A smile touched my lips as I kept my head down. Wearing white robes, I was dressed like some type of monk, the robes themselves were made out of Shell Spider Silk. Within the cloak I had 3 bottles of liquor secured, always had to come prepared. Along with these I carried a slugthrower, and sonic pistol. Both just in case some jedi thought they could come and stop me from liberating the planet.

My boots tapped loudly on the earth as I made my way through Hurom. Hurom was the capital city of Thule and was more akin to an island surrounded by a large body of water. The city itself seemed cultured as I walked through the streets. The vendors peddled their goods, and the common people talked as though they were enjoying themselves. At every turn however there was the sign of military presence. This wasn’t freedom, just another prison. Towering above the landscape its body blocking out the sun was the Hurom capital building. Where the Generals that led the planet stayed.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Location: Elom
Objective: Build a New Order, a Grand Order, a Sith Order!
Enemies: Probably some snivelling jedi
Allies: Hopefully someone reasonable.



Olom smiled warmly as he spoke to large gathering of Elomin. He was not at the fortress of Lucien Cordel. He was in the mountains. At the capital. Doing what any master of Dun Moch would do. Playing the powerful and wealthy for chumps while he began his discussion. "My fellow sapients," he began with a smirk, nodding calmly. "I know of your world, and it's customs. I've seen your will. Your people. Your ideals in practice. And frankly, I believe the time for change is nigh!" His words dripped with the force, echoing at their heartstrings and tapping into basic desires. In this case, pride. Pride in their own reason, in their own rationality. Pride in the calculus with which they practice both ethics and logic.



He grinned, charmingly despite his entirely malformed body. "Reason. Cause, and effect. Every thing in the universe happens because of causese, and effects. Let us then start with a basic one: Supply and demand."


The crowd looked on, waiting curiously to see where the diminutive Sith was going with all this. It was going to be quite a ride.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Silver Jedi Outpost; Korriban
ALLIES: [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Auron Song"] | [member=Jericho] | [member=Syn] | Silver Jedi on Korriban
ENEMIES: [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"] | [member=Grimoire] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Raxis"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | Any Sith on Korriban

It had taken a while for Connor to convince [member="Joza Perl"] to stay on Voss in her current...situation. It was the last thing anyone expected of her. So now Connor and his unit were en-route to Korriban on a mission many had expected; the Sith rebellion to take back their planets. Korriban had been a risky move to take, and for what? Now it had left the Silvers with the job of pushing back a swarming and desperate horde of Sith who would stop at little to take back what they claimed was theirs by right. Talk about kicking the gundark's nest.

In a streamline transport carrying the Rogue Master and unit of Jedi and Ranger soldiers, it cut through the stars and picked out the route away from the massing fleets. The weapons were light, but this was a craft to simply get people in and out and not confront anything on the way.

And so the mighty Silvers were showing the Sith they were more than just peace-keepers; they were warriors, soldiers and defenders of the Light. And it was time for the Light to be nothing but blinding once more in the face of adversity.

"Wait for my word, and 5 seconds after you open the hold, close it again and get out of here."

He turned and moved through to his small chamber where he had brought his gear in a large trunk that would be the new armour to use against the Sith and their dark and devious tactics he had experienced over the years.

Feeling the transport dip, Connor removed his tunic and began to suit up in the ‘Sith Buster’ armour.

The heavy armour was pieced together with help from a Ranger. The thick boots with spiked grip. Strong gauntlets. All limbs covered. The belt fixed tight and he made sure his lightsaber was secure. Finally, the helmet which was fixed under the shoulder pad so it would be harder to knock off and gave him the protection needed for his face - Matsu Xiangu had shown him that recently.

"This better work," Connor muttered, already hearing the voice distorted in a deep synthetic rumble from the com on the mouthpiece.

Taking a moment to centre himself, and activate the night-vision with a small press of the panel to the side of his helmet, the eyes began to glow an eerie blue.

"Ok – open!"

Immediately, the wind rushed though as the hold ramp lowered; they were above ground, and it seemed the weather was turning. Without hesitation, Connor hopped forward followed by two Jedi Knights and three Rangers out to the ground a few feet below. With a satisfying thud Connor landed and stood. By the time he had turned and looked, the transport was away with a flash of light cast over him.

Looking up to their established outpost, he knew what he had to do, and hopefully he could prevent a bloodbath in the process. Push the Sith back and maintain a hold over their world.

"This is Connor, I’m on ground just outside the Valley.” His voice would reach all Sanctum members open to his signal. "Watch your backs and be the Light to blind the Dark. But remember, this place isn't worth dying over. So don't."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Location: Elom
Allies: [member="Kära Vi'dreya"]
Enemies: The Sith Order

Kära's answer would have to wait, however, as all of a sudden the voice of one [member="Jericho"] blared through his earpiece. It told of an invasion force of unknown origin, and they were heading for Korriban. He knew the answer to that question. "Sith," Thurion uttered audibly as he looked upon Kära still in his arms. "Change of plans," he told her as he abruptly turned around and walked with hurried pace back down the stairs, still carrying his dearest friend.

"Korriban is under attack. I need to get you and the baby to safety before I join our forces." The old floorboards creaked loudly and dust was strewn about the place as he rushed through the decrepit structure, and as they made it back outside the shuttle stood waiting where they'd left it. Thurion paused in his step upon realising: "That shuttle won't stand a chance against an enemy fleet..." Still, it was all they had available so without further delay Thurion carried Kära toward the ship.

Once he'd just set foot upon the ramp, however, another voice contacted them - one he did not expect, yet also one he'd recognise anywhere.

"Look to the skies, brother."

 

[Rozalyne Kurganova]

Location: New Adasta, Ziost, Ziost System
Objective: N/A
Allies: [Member="Coci Heavenshield"], [Member="Tricia"], [Member="Gir Quee"]
Neutral: [Member="Darth Ignus"]
Enemies: N/A

After introductions had been had been made with the foreign minister and his entourage, Rose spent the better part of the day touring New Adasta with local officials. The former Sith capital city was a bustling metropolis on the up and up as the Silver Jedi solidified their presence in the Caldera. With the Jedi's various military campaigns and anti-piracy operations in the regions they controlled, trade was allowed to flourish as the major space lanes and intersecting planets of the quadrant was secured. Whatever reservations may have been held about the motivation of the Jedi Lords ("Protectors") for their bid of expansion, their positive influence on the economies of the systems under their watch couldn't be denied. Silver Space offered excellent opportunities for magnates like Rose to expand her own fortunes, which was why she was now present on Ziost.

Rose had been enjoying her lunch with Minister Delphin when her phone went off in her handbag, vibrating strongly enough to send her bag scooting across the table. Her phone had been set on priority mode, only to buzz in such a manner for certain individuals. They knew not to contact the princess while she was conducting state business unless absolutely necessary, so something must be up.

"Excuse me, Minister, but I have to take this call," she told him, already rising to find a quiet corner of the room.

Delphin nodded, then whisked away from the table himself by one of his aides.

She unlocked her phone to find the familiar ID of her flotilla commander, Captain Arkhipov. That was the last ID she wanted to see at the moment.

"Speak." She ordered, the sweet facade of her public persona dropped in a moment of annoyance.

"We just received a transmission on an open line, from a Sith warship."

"Sith? Share the transmission."

An audio file was promptly transmitted to her datapad, then she opened to give it a listen:

"This is the Destroyer Mirial Accord calling the Jedi that have taken control of Ziost. My name is Darth Ignus. My associate and I wish to speak with whomever is in charge here in regards to the battles now being waged with your forces throughout the Stygian Caldera. We have an offer to make you."

A surprising development. The north was the stomping grounds of the Mandalorians and Silver Jedi, so it was a curious thing to see them pop up here as their empires to the south crumbled, even in their ancestral space of the Stygian Caldera. Then, this Darth Ignus hadn't come in shooting. She actually didn't like that. When the Sith weren't slaughtering, they were scheming, when she found them at their most dangerous.

"Have you been able to determine the origin of the Sith vessel. Is it alone?"

"No, your highness. Our vessels at the edge of the system picked up several bursts of cronau radiation just prior to that transmission. Too odd of a placement to come from commercial ships. I've held off of on ordering active scanning to avoid detection, but we may be looking at a flotilla or squadron-sized force."

"The Jedi stationed at Korriban have also reported several warships appearing in system, with more dropping out of hyperspace as we speak."

"Ships appearing at Korriban is one thing, but how were they able to get the drop on us within the Caldera? I know the Silvers have ships deployed through the region, and there wasn't any sign of opposition like this going in."

"Unknown, the Sith may be employing advanced stealth technologies to avoid detection. Perhaps their occult abilities as well."

"Their methods will likely remain one of those great mysteries of the galaxy. Captain, place our ships in orbit on high alert, but keep our ships farther out running silent. You are not to engage with the Sith warships unless directly fired upon. Coordinate with the ground commanders at the Citadel and Command Base. I know there is some Directorate presence within the Caldera. See if you can't get in contact with them."

"Yes, your highness, I will issue the order."

She ended the call and left the corner to go find Delphin. She could not speak for the Jedi or the Ziostians, but she would make sure that they were on the same page about the response to this sudden Sith incursion. She didn't want to fight the Sith if she didn't have to. This was not her home, and princess cared little for the religious squabbles of the Sith and Jedi. She had come for business, willing to protect her interests by any means necessary.

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Order of Battle - Caridian Flotilla

1x Acclamator Class Assault Ship - Svir
2x Delphin Class Frigates
2x Corona Class Frigates
4x Vinnath Pocket Carriers

The Svir is currently present above Ziost with two Vinnath. The other ships were dispersed throughout the system in hiding, as per my opening post. Some ground troops are already ground side, along with whatever Ziost has as local security forces.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Zoist
New Adasta
Evening

Allies: [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Tricia"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] | [member="Gir Quee"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Onley Xiangu"]


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So time had passed since she first walked in the door of the bar. Little had been gained save for a few small pieces of information regarding the group they had come to locate. The only thing of any real substance was that they existed, no names, no location, just that there had been sighting of them and at this point it was unclear of their intentions. Well it would not take much to put the pieces together about the intentions of Sith especially in part of the galaxy. So it was time for her and Jacen to leave.

There was a distinct cut in the air, a tension that she could feel through the force as Coci made her way back to starport for her personal ship. It set her on edge, an alertness required to seek out the sudden heightened awareness that filled her mind and body. The people on the streets seemed to fade into the shadows, as if seeking shelter, and although this was not necessarily the case, she too wanted for them, the darkness of the shadows. But not out of fear, more for a sense of security in a place she knows all to well.

Her comlink chimed seemingly blaring to her ears in the stillness of the night, a message urgent from Master [member="Jericho"], "Korriban", she spoke to no one. Sith ascending on Korriban, well that was no real surprise, yet there is more then Korriban in this neck of the woods to find interest in a Sith. Her steps turned from walk to run hoping that Jacen would keep up with her. Needing to get back to her ship more urgent now, as she wanted to learn more and find out exactly what was happening.

As she landed heavy in the pilots seat, the control panel alive with alerts, Coci hit the communications as an incoming message which had been relayed to her ship, had been awaiting her. Yet, the voice was not one she expected, if fact it was unknown to her.

"This is the Destroyer Mirial Accorn calling the Jedi that have taken control of Ziost. My name is Darth Ignus. My associate and I wish to speak with whomever is in charge here in regards to the battles now being waged with your forces throughtout the Stygian Caldera. We have an offer to make you".

Seems we were being watched. No doubt this inferred Korriban and most likely several others considering the Silver Jedi had dispatched to various places. She leaned back in her seat, not about to give away her position at this point regardless of what this Sith wished to speak about. Instead, Coci sent out encrypted message to those Jedi she knew to be on ground, a simple massage sent to Master [member="Tricia"] with a set of co-ordinates to her next location which would be on the edge of the city.

Spoiler

[member="Jacen Clanstrider"], not sure if you want to enter this fight but left it open for you if you do.

 

[Briah Song]

Location: Silver Jedi Headquarters, Korriban
Objective: Defend the city, resist temptations
Allies: Order Of The Silver Jedi
Enemies: Invading Sith
Post: 3/38

The Jedi Master's hand upon his shoulder was welcome. He felt [member="Jericho"]'s imposing Force aura as it reached towards him and offered him a comfort he had been looking for amidst the troubling surroundings he found himself in. In this time of urgency, he had to remain steadfast in this face of horror that sought to destroy him and all around him, just as it had taken his father. His grip on his unignited lightsaber hilt tightened with assured and fierce confidence that suppressed the fear bubbling inside of him. These Sith were a threat, and he would do his part protect the galaxy from their stain upon it.
"I won't let you down, Master Jericho." He found his feet automatically following behind the Master as he and several other Jedi made their way towards the gate where they would inevitably meet the oncoming storm head-on.

As Jericho mustered his might upon the deep red earth of Korriban, manifesting a wall of defence before them, Auron's gaze rose to the skies above once more, tinted by the pale blue-grey of the activating shield that surrounded them and numbed all outside sound. His thoughts drifted his father. Where was he? What happened to him so many years ago? His fate was in the hands of these people; these Sith. He would one day get to the bottom of it, and deliver justice to all Sith in the galaxy. He could not comprehend his feelings for them. He hated- No. The young Jedi shook his head. I cannot hate. I must not hate. His attention was returned to the present moment. This was not the time for reflection. He was ready for whatever storm was about to hit them. He would do his duty, as a Song, as a Jedi.

 

[Dune Rhur]

The Command Center, SJO HQ
Allies: [member="Jericho"] [member="Auron Song"] [member="Syn"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: ???
Post II

Dune had been walking towards the command center when the ground itself shook. He braced himself with a hand on the walls until it passed seconds later. What was that about? Arriving in the mainframe moments later room provided answers.

Security cameras showed a bank of earth and sand where there'd been none. Then he saw a lone figure just outside and he smiled. A tall humanoid figure he recognized as much from actions as appearance. "Excellent, Master Jericho," he commented to the screen.

"Master Jedi?," a technician said looking up from his terminal.

"Oh, I'm just noticing the extra defenses. No point in making it easy on the Sith."

"Have there been attempts to slice into our systems?," he asked and the reply was that there wasn't yet. "There will be."

He was there to help stop that. Also, he would serve as an extra pair of eyes for the front lines. Too he was a kind of last line of defense. Perhaps the Sith might try to slip in some infiltrator.

"Masters Jericho, Harrison and Syn," he said as he hit the transmit button on the comm "This is Dune Rhur, I'm in the command center. I'll be your eyes and ears today."

 

[Micah tol Powl]

ZIOST
Objective: Maintain Peace & Justice in the Old Republic Silver Jedi space
Allies: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
Enemies: Sith

Going on two legs through snow was a chore, so the small Beorni cub had dropped onto four legs.

The tundra plain that the two were moving over was quite the frozen wasteland, but darkening shapes along the horizon suggested that they were nearing a town or village of some kind. The cub's soft, round ears perked up. His snout was raised, as the button nose wiggled while the cub tested the air.

Definitely signs of life.

There were voices, not quite discernible, but echoing faintly in the wind. And he could smell smoke and pick up other scents, which definitely weren't snow or ice. "There, Master," the boy supplied, pausing with his head aimed toward the village in the distance as though he were a pointer dog.

Now, what on earth was going on way out here? In the middle of nowhere?

 

[Micah tol Powl]

KORRIBAN
Location: MC42 Nadesico (Corellia Digital Fleet)
Objective: Support the Silver Jedi
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Reshmar"] | Order of the Silver Jedi
Enemies: [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Darth Raxis"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"] | Sith Fleeters

"Now entering the Horuset System, Captain."

The greying soldier in a power suit and skirt swiveled around to face the forward section of the bridge. As part of their contract with the Order of the Silver Jedi, Corellia Digital had been working in this sector to improve telecommunications, subspace radio, and HoloNet access. The worlds of the once great Sith Empire had long existed in a shroud. Ready access to communications would better integrate those worlds and systems into the planetary coalition that the Silver Jedi were leading.

Then they'd intercepted message traffic about Sith vessels in the sector.

"Very well." the woman said, acknowledging the analyst droid's report. Turning her head, the former Antarian Ranger glanced over at the communications pit. "Com-Scan, report."

"Multiple vehicles in the system. Most centered around the planet Korriban."

A Sith presence in this part of the galaxy was more than just a threat to the political landscape. That kind of disruption was only going to fuel or encourage piracy and economic uncertainty, all of which would drive the costs of shipping cargo through this part of Silver Jedi space through the roof. With Corellia Digital opening trade negotiations with companies located within the Mandalorian Clans, that simply wouldn't do.

And, as the company had demonstrated at Chandrila, Corellia Digital was a company not afraid to take a stand for freedom of navigation.

...which explained why, instead of carrying 8 Niathal-class shuttles, the Corellia Digital fleet only carried a standard load of 6. That freed up 170 meters of hangar space for a squadron of Multi-Vector Self-Propelled Battle Droids. A useful resource when operating alone in parts of space where subspace radio might not yet be the most reliable form of communucation.

Blasters often spoke louder than words, after all.

"Helm, take us in," the lady directed calmly, glancing forward until she received a nod in acknowledgement from the analyst droid that served as her navigator. Then, she turned back toward the communications tech. "Send to Commander, Silver Fleet. This is the Corellia Digital Ship Nadesico. We stand ready to assist you."

 

[Darth Grimoire]

LOCATION: Near Silver Jedi Outpost; Korriban
ENEMIES: [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Auron Song"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Syn"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | Silver Jedi on Korriban
ALLIES: [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Raxis"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | Any Sith on Korriban

Disturbed by thruster exhaust from a lone fighter the rusted crimson earth of Korriban blew away in a gust of debris. The starfighter landed on its claw like landing protrusions and the engines faded into stillness. The dust, clumped together like spectres faded into oblivion as the gangplank of the large starfighter descended. As it touched down, Grimoire strode out onto the desert valley surface. Her red armor bright against the muted oranges of the ruins surrounding the outskirts of the valley. During her initial scanning in her descent she had spotted a Silver Jedi Outpost not to far out.

Grimoire's eyes narrowed at the direction it was supposedly established. Curling her fingers into her black cloak she covered her armor and becoming a black figure she marched across the dunes. As she did so she called to a DRK-1 Probe Droid to drift out and float far ahead of her. In the palm of her hand she retrieved a holo-monitor that projected the territories the probe droid scanned. The droid drifted ahead and began to relay data back to his dark master.

Slowly it made its way within a few kilometers of the Jedi Outpost. It hid behind a large ruined obelisk and scanned the outpost. Far and off away behind, Grimoire glared down at the display. Her lips bent into a frown and she golden sith eyes beamed with fury.

"Heretics shall not be permitted to carry out their sacrilege any further." Grimoire hissed. Closing the live feed channel she contacted the Sith who were around Korriban (tagged above) and its orbital influence. "I have discovered a few candles in the darkness, I shall be relaying their coordinates shortly."

Grimoire then tucked away the holo-monitor and marched forward to the outpost, she could feel the planet's cry for Sith rule once more. In her meditative calculations she growled a prophecy, "Fools, you've chosen the wrong planet to stage your defense, the environment and its force signature favor only its true masters. Us."