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

[Olom Grihk]

Location: Elom, near the capitol.
Objective: Power to the people. Well, the right ones, anyhow.


Olom waited to see if any would interfere with his mission. So far, not a single Jedi or even a politician had shown up to question him. He smirked. "It is reason which guides you. Balance, prudence, wisdom. The Elmoin are guard by such things. The Elom, they are protected by family, and clan, and honor," he said calmly. "Tell me, then: How was your life under Cordel?"


"Decent," the men and women replied. Cordel was cruel, but he never took it out on the locals. The money kept coming in under his hand, and frankly, light or dark sides of the force never put bread in anyone's pantries. Then again, neither did anythign but good old fashioned war.


"Ladies and gentle-beings, I am a representative of the Sith Order. My interests are simple. I aim to recruit the people of this world under our protection, both in economic and personal prosperity."


"Protection from what?" One of the men asked. Fear. The one thing a Sith could always reliably bet on in this galaxy. He felt it, focused upon, let the worry and fret in the people's demeanor continue. He focused that fear into himself, letting his words become laced with it. Letting the force dance upon his tongue. He smiled. Too many teeth.


"War is coming," the dimunitive man said. "The Jedi who have tried to stake a claim here--they are not prepared. This very day, their fleets will be assault and repulsed, as they were on Ruusan. As they were by the Primeval. The most disorganized of Sith rabble cast them to the wind. But you must fear further, and reach further. SAveagery and war are upon the horizon," he raised his arms up as if to symbol some portent of doom. "The Mandalorian Clans have re-united under a new Mandalore. One who sought conquest of Sith and Jedi alike. One who happily laid waste to the Republic. For Elom to be safe from such predations, it needs a strong, powerful military. Led by generals of the old empire, stalwart men."


"So you woudl take this planet, then? Our sovereignty for our safety?"


"Heavens, no," the Sith replied. "Elom will still be governed by its natives. Our leadership will occur only in the affairs of military and trade negotiations. I have no desire to ruel this world," he said, sincerely speakign the truth. The Sith didn't need to assume governance, just an administering of work. "We shall desire to buy the Lion's share of your Lommtie though. At fair prices, certainly, but our war-fleets shall need a great many things."


"Shouldn't we ask the corporate heads? Shouldn't our leaders have this talk?" the gathered crowdn grumbled amogn themselves.


Olom nodded. "I believe I can offer the ma reasonable bargain. But, making my will known to the public, to see how they feel about it, is necessary. I do not wish to ally with a planet through coercion, I didn't bring enough men. It's only reasonable that I ensure and promote the trust of every citizen available. And answer every question offered."

The fun thing about politics is that you rarely had to lie fully. Just enough to ensure everyone thought it was a win-win.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Silver Jedi Outpost; Korriban
ALLIES: Silver Jedi on Korriban
ENEMIES: Sith on Korriban
ENGAGING: [member="Haytham Kaze"]

As the Sith spoke, Connor felt a slight swell around him. Glancing down, he saw a ripple of a Force shield around him. So that was it. Keeping Connor contained.

"Mm. Nothing but a coward I see."

But also kept others out. Connor could now use the orb against the Sith. The Jedi Master wasted no time and broke into a heavy run towards him - the Sith could either drop the orb and fight, or be forced to do nothing and keep Connor in.

With a snarl, ran with the intention to strike and use the weight of the armour to knock the Sith off his feet. His hand was ready to move for his weapon at the first sign the orb dropped.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

If contingencies were the pathways to success and if diversification were the mortar that kept the bricks of the pathway together, then information were those exact bricks.

In this instance, Tai Fa realized that what the Sith lacked was genuine and reliable information about the movements of the Silver Jedi and more importantly, the assets they contained within the Sith Worlds. Almost overnight it seemed like they had overrun the territory, deploying satellites and other defensive networks to aid their occupation. So that was what the little avian Sith did, or at least had his do for him.

The little freighters, shipping goods in and out, would take good wide looks at points of interest.

They'd start with Athiss itself. Close-by to Ziost and Ignus' plan, but far away enough from Korriban as to take advantage from a lack of focus and concentration. It was the best Lord Fa could do for the moment, while the situation unraveled slowly on all of the individuals involved.

It was a dead world for the most part. Little reason to stop by for a long jaunt, but a shipping concern that had blazed the lanes for a while... well, for them to disembark from hyperspace and take a rest in realspace wouldn't raise too many eyes.

 

[Munin]

Korriban
Silver Jedi Headquarters - South Side Transceiver

The empty, resounding echo of his fist striking the door eventually rung out towards the opposite side of where he had originally run into the tower. He waited for a moment, then knocked again, half expecting someone to ask him who was there. When no question came however Munin simply dropped down and slipped his pack onto the ground. For half a moment he dug around through the contents, putting his datapad and several small devices to the side until he eventually pulled out a thin strip of wire and a singular metal pick. He inspected them for a moment and then stood up, looking for the small crease within the side of the tower that would mark was he was looking for.

Eventually he found it at chest level a tiny almost unnoticeable gap within the sleek durasteel.

Munin fiddled with it for half a moment, eventually depressing it and sliding it towards the side. The metal fell away and revealed a small scanning pad as well as a lens on top of it. For a moment Munin simply inspected it, then took half a step to the side as he realized what the device actually was. He frowned for a moment, then half stepped back so that he could slip the tiny metal pick into place behind the lens. He used the pick to pry for a quick second, and then there was a quiet snap as a piece of plastic came free.

The lens broke free, and Munin grasped the small camera behind it. He jiggled the control around, noting that the entire panel moved with it. A small smile crept onto his face and he quickly slipped the pick towards the side of the panel itself, moving it up and down until he found the small latch he was looking for. There was half a second of tiny hand motions, and another quiet snap rung out followed by the turning of a lock. The panel came free, revealing a mess of half a dozen different wires and connectors. The Information Broker fiddled for a moment, taking one of the devices he had set aside earlier and connecting it to the inside of the panel.

He leaned back for a few moments and depressed a key on the side of the device.

The device made a small beep, then a flurry of numbers flowed across it's minute screen. He waited as the breaker began to do it's work, leaning against the side of the tower as distant cries and blaster shots continued to ring out. Eventually the numbers fell into place, one by one locking until eventually the code was found. The Broker grinned slightly, and then depressed a second key on the device. The panel flashed for half a second, then the door beside it slid open.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Shadow Temple
Secondary Objective: Fashionista
Allies: [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] [member="Celiana"] [member="Ar'ekk"][member="rasu Gan"]

Matsu was standing there and she could see the others, all of jedi here when she listened to the comlink. "Master Ike we are getting reports across the network, sith forces are within the Caldera and causing difficulties or trying to. We are dispatching several guard units from the temple to scout out and around the area." She looked at it and at the crystals while going over what she knew of the situation. The new robes they were testing, still here and with them, the silver and black with the capes to present a more unified stance before she was speaking to the other hour with a nod of her head. "You four will be alright, focus and gather yourself we have visitors and I think we should be ready to greet them."

The jedi master shrugged and coming to a world where there was a temple dedicated to eliminating darksiders, with a person in charge skilled in detecting and handling stealth was not always the best. The Silver Shadows temple gave them the distinct advantage of having jedi shadows that were trained within proximity, soldiers and guards with the rangers as well as a fallanassi elder who could conceal them or the temple with immersion much like they had done for Luke's jedi long ago. Matsu though was prepared motioning for the others to come with her and lead the way through the academy when she looked at what information there was and cloaked meant you couln't be seen, heard, sometimes scented but you were still you.

"If anything is coming they will still give tracks and weight outside, send a small team to look for boot prints that are fresh and any doors that are opened and should be closed." She was looking at it and landing a ship even if cloaked near someone trained to hide planets, armies or even fleets with enough time was not the smartest. Nor was well beelining it if they were for places, these jedi were itching and raring on a world like this where the jedi had helped with recovery efforts and brought things to the few colonists to defend them or at the least let them kick interlopers who wanted to return them to a time when the world was more rich with darkside creatures and plagued by people with a boot to their throats.

 

[Jericho]

Location: Outer Earthly Wall
Objective: Battle
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Syn"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Auron Song"], Other Silver Jedi
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Grimoire"], [member="Silas of Ossus"], [member="Darth Raxis"], [member="Sirella Valkner"], [member="Enyo Typhos"]


"Understood, Master Rhur, the forces here will be engaging." The warrior responded calmly and watched as master Harrison head out with his forces. He looked over to Syn then the reminder of the Jedi that stood with him against the incoming horde. "The rest of you keep to a team of three and watched each others backs. Master Syn and I will make our charge, defend the wall. If you need to retreat do so." The warrior calmly stated then looked to Auron and gave him a nod. Seeing as everyone else was pair up evenly and didn't want to disrupt Syn with his fun, Jericho would keep the young close to him. "When you catch up, stay close, if you come across any enemies do not fear for their time has passed. Cut them down." Jericho enveloped himself with more of the force. Jericho then turned away and within seconds made his charge and cleared great distances within seconds. When Jericho bash down several undead creatures.

"COME."

The warrior unleashed a powerful force bellow challenging any nearby sith and blowing away undead in his wake.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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

The Thurra System
Thule

The sky crackled with a thousand different sounds, lightning, thunder, and the unmistakable hum of a dozen hundred ships all moving in tangent, with speed and purpose. The clouds parted and the swarm descended, their numbers blotting out what little light shone through the intense storm clouds above as their shadows blanketed the dull purple landscape. Not many cities dotted the planet's landscape, but those rare few communities that thrived on the lightning blasted world lived in massive walled complexes littered with towering rods that attracted and absorbed the perpetual lightning that rained from the heavens. Outside of the cities existed massive structures dedicated to harnessing the natural fury of Thule's atmosphere, and in turn the energy they collected served to power every city, every structure, every home. That was where many of the transports that descended from the sky converged on, for if you controlled the people's means of living then you control the people.

Large concentrations of dropships would then target the two largest settlements, Hurom and Kessia, as both cities housed the majority of the planet's population with the former acting as the capital city. The people living behind the walls had not bee equipped for war, nor had they been prepared by the Light Sided invaders that sought to impose their will on these people born from darkness. As Carnifex's shuttle slowly circled above the city's air space he summarized that besides the token scout force present in orbit, there was hardly any true opposition gathered down in the city or anywhere else on the planet for that matter.

If the Sith were to secure a foothold in the Caldera, then they would need to occupy Thule. But the underlying purpose for his fixation on the semi-arid world was far more personal than many may have realized, for in ages past a young Kaine Zambrano once ruled Thule as its King during the height of the Old Empire's power. During the Empire's fragmentation he was forced to abdicate his throne and seek refuge on his homeworld where he rose up to become King once again. Not many currently living on Thule would remember the details of his rule, but those elders that still breathed would remain the tyranny he had gleefully imposed upon them.

Would they bend? Inevitably, but it would be understood that to achieve stability those who shirked their renewed King would have to be reeducated, or at worst be put to the sword. These people were not the Epicanthix, they were not as resilient or as religious, they wouldn't accept him just because he was ordained as divine by clerics of the hallowed orders. He would have to remind them why the strong were the only ones fit to rule, and that the weak had to suffered because it was demanded of them.

The Sith Lord turned away from the cockpit's viewport, and entered the chamber situated at the ship's stern where a long-range communications array had been constructed. A pair of technicians operated the controls and monitored the wavelengths, and they quickly began to throw themselves into their work as the Dark Lord entered. Probes were dispatched and distributed all over the planet from other vessels, and each of these probes would display a three-dimensional image of himself in sizes ranging from fifty meters to his natural height of two point oh two meters. After a moment of adjustment and shifting his posture from his left foot to his right, he began to speak in a voice that would be broadcasted all over the planet.

"People of Thule. I am Kaine Zambrano, and know that in many years past I once ruled your world. My rule came to an abrupt and unjust end thanks to the machinations of the murderers, traitors, and thieves that comprise the highest echelons of the Jedi Orders. But in my exile I had never forgotten those I once ruled, and for decades I plotted my return to Thule. Know now that throughout the Caldera the reign of the treacherous Jedi is being brought to a righteous end, their fortresses gutted and their acolytes being put to the sword. No longer can they ignore or deny the might of the Sith, and once they are driven from our ancestral homeland their people shall know the suffering that ours have been subjected to for millennia.

From this moment forward the planet of Thule and all of its people are under the protection of the Sith, and to ensure the safety and security of your society there will be a planet-wide curfew to be put into effect now. The soldiers of the Sith will soon enter your cities, so return to your homes and know that any individual caught breaking my curfew will be severely punished. Once the danger has passed and order has been restored to the Caldera will you be allowed to move freely about your city."

His message would continue to play over and over again, his image constantly broadcasted through the entire planet as the soldiers of his wretched Blackblade Guard deployed and made efforts to penetrate every city. Anyone who disobeyed his martial law would be punished in the most extreme fashion, generally execution or detainment and forced relocation to a temporary camp planned to be constructed outside of the city walls. Meanwhile up in orbit the Sadow star destroyers would take up a defensive blockade around the planet while the Ruination retreated to the nearby Sivvi moon, out of sight and out of theoretical combat range.

 

[Kruel Zing]

Location: Thule, Hurom
Objective: Free the people
Allies: The Sith Order
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Gear: Sonic Pistol, Shatter Gun, Shell Spider Silk Armor, Lightsaber, 3 bottles liquor


Obviously shocked by my words the young soldier before me took a step backwards putting a foot of space between us. It was smart and he looked to my hip, I knew what he was looking for so I granted him to witness my lightsaber. Summoning a gust of wind my cloak blew and the silver hilt stood out against the white robes. Gasping all the soldiers seemed slightly shocked at the sight of a lightsaber. “Anyone can get their hands on a lightsaber these days, there are all sorts of Sith pretenders running around.” A gruff voice said from behind me as it approached. The sound of multiple footsteps warned me this person wasn’t alone either.

Turning 90 degrees so my peripheral vision took in both the newcomer and the soldiers on guard I took in newcomers. This man was gray around the temples his eyes beady like a rodent. A symbol on his fatigues revealed him to be a sergeant. Behind him on either side were two more soldiers with their blaster weapons at attention as well. A show of force, it certainly wouldn’t deter me from my original goal. They would simply be leading more men to the slaughter. “Well if my lightsaber doesn’t convince you how about I demonstrate my own abilities?” I asked. There was no pleasure taken in slaughter, but sometimes it was necessary to get one’s own hands dirty. In a swift movement I shifted my body legs moving to shoulder width apart. Right hand lashing out I summoned the air itself crafting it, shaping it into a large gust of wind that snatched up the sergeant and his soldiers in its grip. They were hurled off their feet by the burst of air.

Caught off guard the soldiers on duty that had stopped me began leveling their rifles at me. When they fired I had already ducked circling and kicking out my right leg a small surge of the stone beneath our feet lifted and moved. It only reached ankle height but its speed and strength sent the soldiers tumbling. All this had taken place in a dozen or so heartbeats, I could feel my own hammering in my chest as the thrill of battle kicked in. During this time the marksmen had scrambled back to their positions trying to get sight of me.

The glint of their sights was apparent in the daylight and as they finally got me within their sights I stomped and the earth beneath my feet reacted. Exploding upwards a pillar of earth slingshot me up the stairs where I landed in a crouch before the doors to the capital building. I could’ve ended it here, turned myself in. I had made my point that I was no Sith pretender. But where would be the fun in that? Ruining my enjoyment I saw small probes drop from the sky and into the city with the figure of a Sith figure projected. The attention of not only the soldiers but the citizens had been captured by the tyrant that had begun proclaiming himself as a leader. Teeth gritting I couldn't believe the audacity the pure ignorance of the Sith that had come to this world proclaiming himself as some type of ruler. Sickening to every fiber of my being. The plan I had crafted was slowly unfurling. Reaching out with a gust of wind I blew open the door to the capital building where I was welcomed by multiple blasters. "You can either shoot me now or deal with the Sith that plans on ripping the planet from you. I've come to offer my help." What a shock, I had come to this world as an ally to the Sith now here I was directly going against another. Even when we're supposed to be aiding each other in goals we still ended up fighting among ourselves. Such was the ouroborus known as the Sith.

 

[Junko Ike]

Location: Caldera
Allies: [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]
Contacting: [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"]

Junko continued to wait there, listening to what reports there were and she allowed the screens to show everythign that was going on around them. Reports from the monitoring areas as she looked it over. "Commander, we have contacts at Athiss, ziost, korriban and well Thule is outside the Caldera. Send what reinforcements can be brought there to prevent more ships from getting in. We will coordinate within the Caldera and subdue problems there first." She had been working with the others and the ships to search through the Caldera to provide them with a number of things as the seeder ships had been heading out across all of it. Relay and monitoring stations as Silver Jedi space was reporting in for them.

"We have additional ships inbound to join us and phenex ships have been set up and linked to The Will of the Forces coordination computer. Predictions from the computers within show that there should be a performance increase." She knew the BAC that had been designed was for moving and coordinating fleets using their relays and monitoring units. All of the information that they could provide to it allowed the computer to ensur they were able to do more and now it could link up to places with their flowers that she had been working on to set up. "That is good for projections but I want everything to be ready. Send our a carrier with reapers to Korriban to handle and back up the ground forces."

Junko continued to work with the ones there as she clasped her hands behind her back and she had hired one of the bounty hunters for this area of the Caldera whens he spoke looking at the woman. "We will be heading to help where needed, it isn't great but we have a great deal we can see from here. If you notice anything please tell me." Junko crossed her arms over her chest with a nod of her head. They were looking at Thule and Corbos outside the Caldera and the jedi master Syn had been on Corbos for years with ranger's handling leviathans... Thule had an invasion force over it from what the monitors and seeder ship was showing. They coudln't engage it but if it was there and outside the caldera they could bypass it and focus.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: N/A

There was no breath. No light. There was nothing and yet in the darkness something stood asunder. Thick leather covered the entire body including the head which seems to be more covered than the rest on his body. A faint red glow could be seen across the details of his face. Spanning across in random directions much like scars. Veins of hatred what he dubbed it and it fitted well. Who could loath better than he could? Anger was one part of the spectrum and it need to be enhanced with various encounters in order to evolve into something more. That more was what the robed entity "Vilmor" knew and called hatred.

Hatred made Vilmor what he was, it birthed him into existence from the fires below to the rage of the outside worlds.

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Ziost Space
Objective: Converse
Allies: [member="Nyra Mazul"], [member="Niysha"], [member="Onley Xiangu"]
Enemies: [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"], [member="Solan Charr"]

Ahh a response. Internally he was thankful that someone had broken the awkward silence coming from their end, even though the voice and name were not recognized by him. Neither was the Free Systems Coalition. He'd have to look into that at some point. Clearly something else was afoot here. For now, however, he could ignore that little fact and press on with his ultimate goal in this situation: conversing with those who had authority among these Silver Jedi. Though he was certain that did not mean this woman, she did appear to have some leverage in the situation which meant that she could be of use in the here and now.

"Ambassador Kurganova I accept your terms. I will be bringing my associate, Onley Xiangu, four guards, and my companion creatures. Rest assured they're well-trained and won't be a problem. We will depart the Mirial Accord aboard a landing craft shortly. You can direct my pilot to where you wish us to land." He paused for a moment, planning to end the transmission, and then, "Oh, and thank you for responding. My faith in diplomacy was starting to falter there for a moment."

With that, he would end the transmission, and look to Onley.

"I expect you on your best behavior, but I think you will be regardless of what I say. We can very easily win the day for us here with how we act, keep that in mind."

He rose then, and walked to the lift. Arus and Milan joined him, and he waited for Onley to enter before they would head further into the ship and make their way to the hangar where the RAL's were waiting to be used. Troops were already prepared in accordance to the situation that they were in. All he'd need to do was direct a few of them off of one of the craft, and they'd be good to go. Though, there was one other person on the ship that he had an important task for. As they descended, he would reach out with the Force and touch the woman's mind.

Niysha, I'm not ignoring your presence. You are to remain on the bridge and in command of this vessel in my absence. Use your best judgment. I aim to end this here with diplomacy, but if they draw down upon you, I expect you to defend yourself. Keep recordings of everything. Video is a useful propaganda tool. Commander Malzar is awaiting orders outside the system, so if it comes to combat, call him in.

The lift came to a stop and he stepped out, approaching one of the RAL's that had been ordered by TSO from Ignus Industries. Boarding with the Maalraas and the young Xiangu, he assessed the troopers, ordering all but four to leave before he took a seat and strapped himself in.

"Pilot, take off and approach the three vessels in orbit. You should receive further instructions whilst in flight."

 

[Syn]

Location: Korriban

Objective: Battle
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Jericho"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Auron Song"], Other Silver Jed
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Grimoire"], [member="Silas of Ossus"], [member="Darth Raxis"], [member="Sirella Valkner"], [member="Enyo Typhos"]

He saw and could feel Connor moving off while Jericho let off a bellow of challenge and rolling his shoulders there was a look of readiness. The excitement of battle was there and seeing more of them he was charging his fists with the kinetite orabs to smash and keep smashing into the different hordes coming at them when he listened to Dun speak with a nod. "Do not worry Master Dune, we have the work on many things and we will be able to work on it. IF they get past us then they have you and your skills as well. The soldiers on the walls and the ranger's can handle it, just have them use those hellfire cannons to obliterate them. They are tested and used to destroy leviathans, some corpses will be vaporized." He knew the ranger's had the gear and equipment to better suit themselves and new things to handle it. Just needed to usually worry about masses of people.... which armies of the dead didn't present and other things. He was looking at Jericho and popped his neck ready for it.

 

[inactivechar01]

Location: Ziost Space
Objective: Accompany
Allies: [member="Nyra Mazul"], [member="Niysha"], [member="Onley Xiangu"], [member="Darth Ignus"]
Enemies: [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"], [member="Solan Charr"]

He kept to himself. Not as the shy kid in school but as a predator. Similar to the Maalras that followed the man known as Darth Ignus. The beasts were known for their concealment in the shadows due to their Force Aptitude. Yet, he was no assassin. Ansgar was a warrior. A man born on the battlefield, in the midst of the chaos is where thrived and not in the shadows. The Bpfasshi had been a promising warrior-to-be back home on Bpfassh. He'd fought well for his tribe, slayed his opponents without mercy. That is how he was found. His menacing and ruthless aura gave him away in the battles, like a beacon.

Of course, his talent in the Force seemed to be only a supplement to his fighting style. Ansgar was no sorcerer, certainly. The acolyte's skills in the force and the control of it were still erratic and chaotic in nature. That was to be expected. It had not been long since he had taken the mantle of being a Sith within the newly arising Sith Order. The order which now he had committed to following, to gaining power and get his revenge upon very same people that they were attempting to overthrow now. The Jedi.

Ansgar was interested in seeing Darth Ignus' approach to this whole situation. It was rather different and somewhat in contrast to the Bpfasshi's own personality and characteristics. Nonetheless, he kept his concerns to himself. As he strapped himself onto the seat, Ansgar's eyes fell upon another man in this party. Sharp features and a rather aura of determination surrounded the man, he seemed a few years younger than Ansgar himself but certainly not less of a warrior.

"Laoch." He spoke in Bpfasshi before nodding to the man [[member="Onley Xiangu"]] acknowledging him and translating the words in Galactic Basic. "Warrior." It was Bpfasshi tradition to acknowledge a warrior once in the presence of one. It was a rather brotherhood type of tradition which was demonstrated even when in the presence of an opposing warrior.

 

[Niysha]

Location: Bridge of the Mirial Accord, lurking ineffectively
Objective: Panic
Allies: [member="Darth Ignus"], [member="Onley Xiangu"], [member="Nyra Mazul"], RED! The blood of angry men!
Enemies: The chain of command, the ever-growing dread of imminent attack

The conversation between commanders was something that Niysha kept as much of an eye on as she could. Unfortunately, it wasn't like they would be exchanging much more than pleasantries here. The willingness to speak was enough, it seemed, and the wayward Adekosspawn was absolutely thrilled to see that this whole thing was extremely well-planned out. Peace wasn't the traditional Sith way of doing things, but if something could be achieved via peace (with proper, extremely non-peaceful precautions in place), why endeavor to accomplish it via violence? This Ignus man knew what he was doing. Her worries began to recede just for a moment...

Until he departed with an entourage and left her in charge of a capital ship and thousands of crewmen, weapons systems, machines, lives, and strategic assets.

Immediately after receiving Ignus' telepathic missive, Niysha locked up, petrified in perfect terror. She simply couldn't move. Why would she be left in charge of something so dangerous? So important? She had no training at all. She'd never even seen the bridge of a military capital ship before today! How was she expected to run an entire warship on her own, under stress of enemy attack?! This was not okay. This was very not okay. If she could make her way to an escape pod, maybe she could make it to the world below her and hide from the...two full militaries that would be pursuing her deserting ass.

She drew in a deep breath after a minute, let it out in a sigh, and began walking to the center of the bridge. 'I will endeavor to live up to your expectations, My Lord,' she replied, attempting to mask the raw panic clouding her thoughts. Fear was a powerful emotion, but when it led to panic, it became a liability. The quickest way to find death in the service of the Sith was by being a liability. As she approached the captain's chair and took a seat, her modest robe billowed around her feet. Hopefully that would signify to the troops on the bridge that yes, she was a Force-user, and yes, she was entitled to lead them.

She exhaled another sigh, attempting to calm herself. A moment later, when a few deckhands turned to look at her quizzically, Niysha's face lost anything resembling emotive expression. "Darth Ignus has left me as acting commander of this vessel in his absence. His traditional second-in-command will report to me immediately. The rest of you will continue as you were. The situation is non-hostile at the moment, but we should prepare for any treachery the Jedi will throw at us." As she finished, her body was almost shaking.

This was not going at all as she'd planned.

 

[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

As the Nadesico approached the planet, the com-scan officer spoke up from the side of the bridge.

"Captain, we've just received a signal intended for General [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]."

Because he was the president of Corellia Digital, and Corellia Digital managed the telecommunications protocols for the Silver Jedi, the CD-X network was usually notified when any emergency broadcasts were directed toward the diminutive Jedi master. Aisha had come to rely on it, as a matter of fact. It was a useful way of keeping up with where the boss was. Particularly as he was as likely to be the cause of a distress cause as he was to be the recipient of one.

"We're relaying the signal to the Intervention now," the technician remarked.

A Sith fleet arrives, and suddenly General Xantha's getting an emergency signal? The Corellian woman usually wasn't one to read another's mail, but this couldn't be coincidence. "What's the nature of the broadcast?" the woman asked, pointedly.

If it was a personal matter, she'd take responsibility for it. And the arse-chewing, if there was one.

"Jedi Knight [member="Junko Ike"] warns that a Sith presence has appeared over multiple planets in the region," the man stated. "Thule, Caldera, Ziost..."

Not personal then.

"Re-broadcast to the Silver Jedi ships in orbit of Korriban," the woman ordered succinctly. "Then add that anyone needing a lift to Ziost is cleared to land in hangar one."

Directing her attention to the front of the bridge, the woman shared a knowing glance with the analyst droid. He was already starting work on calculating the jump to hyperspace.

Thinking about it for a moment, the woman looked back over at a group of engineers clustered around the status board. [color="#FF3399]"We still have any hyperspace probes aboard?"[/color] the former Levantine officer inquired. Corellia Digital didn't really make use of them, but when the Nadesico had been an active duty ship in the service of the FrontierCorps, they'd been useful for these sorts of situations.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: Silver Jedi Outpost; Korriban.
Objective: Destroy Jidai Stuff.
[member="Connor Harrison"]

"Foolish," he commented on the actions of the apparent Connor Harrison.

If he believed he was going to be using the orb against him, he was incorrect. Sure, he had to expend on forming the bubble of protection around the Jedi as he charged him, but it was necessary. Let the Jedi think he want. When the Jedi Master came close enough to almost taste the Dark Lord of the Sith, Athyssius tightened it around his person and willed it downwards.

As if a rancor was shoving him down to the ground, the explosion of raw Force power that suddenly dropped onto Connor as he took that last step to the sidestepping Sith would've been enough to drop a small rancor. It was meant to come as a surprise, a sudden attack while he had one foot on the ground, perfectly timed, that's what Athyssius was about.

Precision.

The natural alignment of the planet empowered his abilities. An inherent advantage over the Jedi of the planet. The Dark Side practically ran through him, rejuvenating his energies as he finally released the bubble of protection from the Jedi as he unclipped the lightsabre from his belt.

"Get up Connor Harrison. Prove to me that your actions are just," he said with a grin.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Treema, Klatooine
Objective: Rally forces
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"], Silver Jedi
Enemies: Unknown Assailants (The Sith Order)

Arisa lay sprawled out on her couch, toying with a small sphere of durasteel that hovered above her chest. The normally solid piece of alloy deformed like putty as she applied telekinesis to stretch and twist it into different shapes. A simple exercise of active meditation to help relieve the stress of the day. Compared to what she had been dealing with a few months ago within the Republic, her current gig as Klatooine's Watchman ("Protector") was a breeze. However, the Padawan found herself in the middle of a long-standing culture war between factions of native Klatoonians. Newer generations were looking to break away from certain cultural norms that stressed subservience and unquestioning obedience of the young, which of course was all taboo to more conservative members of society. Add in corporate and political interests from non-natives and offworlders to the mix, and she had quite a lot to wade through in seeking some compromise. This was all new territory for the Sentinel, who had spent most of the past decade fighting as a soldier.

Her phone began buzzing in her back pocket. She reached for it as she let the durasteel nugget drop back in her hand, condensing it back into its original spherical form between her fingers. It was the number of her office. She was surprised to see anyone still there at this hour.

"Hello, this is Arisa. What's up?"

"Mistress Yune, alert from Voss." It came from TC-37, the protocol droid effectively acting as her secretary.

"What is it?" She perked up at that news, sitting upright on the couch.

"The Sith are currently assaulting the Jedi expeditionary force at the Stygian Caldera."

"Sith? Force strength?" They had to be hitting with the Jedi there with some serious hardware to challenge the Silver Jedi over the entire Caldera.

"Several battle groups have been sighted throughout the region. Reinforcements have been requested by Council Member Hex."

"Thank you. I'll be back at the office in fifteen to speak in person. I don't want any details of movements over open comms. Call in the staff and please notify the Elder Council that I need to speak with them on an urgent security matter."

"Yes mistress, this will all be completed before your arrival." She could actually hold him to that as a droid.

She scrambled about her bedroom getting dressed. She wasn't expecting any serious trouble on the way to the office, so she only armed herself with her shatter gun and a spoon. The Niman expert could give most opponents trouble with that nasty combo of gun and utensil.

She was at her office less than ten minutes by speeder bike after her call with TC-37, soon joined by staff members as they trickled in by ones and twos. A couple local council members would eventually show up, with others across the planet checking in through holograms. First she got the full story from TC-37, then shared the information to her staff and the council to see what assets could be deployed to the Caldera. The Klatooinians were more than willing to help, treating her as their overlord in place of their traditional Hutt masters (something she wasn't exactly comfortable with), but she knew from taking personal stock of their logistical situation that much couldn't be offered without the defenses of the Klatooine and the sector taking a hit. For now, she was only willing to part with some medical vessels with a fighter escort. A class 4 biohazard was being reported on Korriban. Where there were Sith, there were their abominations that wrecked havoc on the local populace if left unchecked. It was like Deneba all over again.

She needed something more, but she knew the KSU was in the process of restructuring its military in response to the Republic crumbling. There was another option, however.

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It was beyond the normal business hours of Tekkadan, but Arisa was persistent, using her association with Suravi Teigra as a reference to get in direct contact with their director to ensure rapid deployment of their forces.

"This better be good," Face grumbled, her hologram showing her sweeping wild blue locks behind the ear. The half naked woman looked like she had just stepped out of a twister. "Like I told your mom, I'm not taking any jobs against Mandalorians again."

"Suravi is not my--" she started, then decided to just ignore it. "It's Sith."

"Sith, eh? Where's the circus playing this time?"

"Stygian Caldera. No idea why."

"The rats are fleeing their sinking ship called the One Sith. You saw it in old Techno Space, and now it sounds like they're taking the party up to their old haunts. Anyway, Sith I can deal with. How you paying me, though?"

"I'll have to speak with the Silver Council about establishing a long-term contract, but I know I can get Suravi to cover your expenses for this deployment at least."

"Alright, sounds good. I'll call her up later, guess I'll go talk to your new Jedi friends at Korriban or wherever the frak they are right now."

"I'll need to get you some clearance with the council, but I don't think there will any issue with that. In the meantime, I'll get you in contact with the FSC. They have assets in the Caldera, and Kiribian units are embedded with their flotilla."

"Cool. Send me the details, I need to rally my people. Later."

With little ceremony, she just cut off Arisa before she could reply. That went about as well as I thought. She was used to dealing with rude Mandalorians, so she just continued about her business. She finished her conference with the Elders, reaching an agreement that security needed to be tightened planetside, and space patrols increased. While other Jedi may rush to the aid of their compatriots at Korriban and beyond, she would remain in place to fulfill her duties as Watchman, and hope that the Jedi at the Caldera received her aid in time.

 

[The Upright Man]

Outpost Coyote, Rattatak
Guter Wade System

In the vast deserts of Rattatak settled ancient forlorn structures, once the crown jewels of forgotten cities. These woebegone settlements had sunken into the dunes, consumed by the world for which it was raised upon. Time had conquered them, but they still found their uses. Among these lands appeared an abandoned observatory, its roof half-collapsed, the stairwell leading up to it was rusted and fallen. Adorned in cobwebs and a thick layer of dust, it appeared forsaken but it was not so.

Underneath the structure, hidden by the engineering corps of the Commonwealth Navy, lay a small listening outpost operating around the clock. Alistair Newell was one of the technicians on duty for the night shift, at least it was night on Rattatak, but he didn't know that physically. He knew it by looking at the clock on the wall, in fact it had been almost two months since he had come up to the surface, and doubted he would for another year or more.

He was pouring over the data, eyes transfixed to the scanners that was registering minor space travels to and from the local sectors, radio that picked up unencrypted communications between freighters and the occasional space cowboy. A node set off, not that it was unusual, albeit this one was further out, somewhere on the border of the Pacanth Reach.

"What's that, eh?" Saxon Hackl queried, hovering over Alistairs shoulder. "Give me a moment," Newell answered, fingers sliding over the keyboard in front of him. He jabbed at the keys with the speed and precision of a hunting Nexu. The Pacanth Reach was under heavy scrutiny of Commonwealth Naval Intelligence for its allegiance to the Black Empire.

"This doesn't look good," Alistair whispered to himself, his stomach knotting, "What is it," Saxon pushed, inching closer to the screen. Saxon was the farmer for the outpost, he didn't do much aside from caring for their plants, cooking meals and general cleaning duties. "Wake Naomi up! A fleet is moving at lightspeed from the Pacanth Reach, we need to get a line to the Security Council now."




CRS No Land beyond, Thule
Thurra System

Sirens whined down the halls, yellow and crimson lights flashed against the forms of moving crew and jarheads. Combat Alert Red was in effect, everyone was ordered to get to their stations immediately. They had been following the fleet of Darth Carnifex when they passed near the Commonwealths outermost territories, thanks to the intelligence of Outpost Coyote. Not many ships had been ready for the task, it was a last minute notification of their movements, so it was up to Battlegroup Alexandria to follow.

They had been watching the Black Empire for weeks now and this was the Commonwealths chance to attempt to disarm any threat Darth Carnifex may pose. They peeled away from Home Fleet in the Cadi System and made for the far edges of the galaxy on the opposite side of the galactic disc. They were in foreign space and unfamiliar lands, they knew little of the Silver Jedi but as the saying goes; the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Commander of Fireteam Black and Section Zero, and among the first of the Jaguar Commandos, strode along the gunwale beside the dropods. Fireteam Azure would be with them on this operation, tasked to secure a landing zone for the Commonwealth Marine Corps. Between them and Thule was a massing fleet of Sith, the odds were stacked against them but that was how they liked it. Dean Letham barked out, "Fireteam Black, Fireteam Azure, to your drop pods, prepare for a hot landing."

The Commando climbed into the drop pod and brought the hatch down, a moment later the small vehicle sealed with a hiss. With the prototype suit, Dean relayed across the Commonwealths encrypted commlink to the deck, "Stokely, Iversson, you've got the controls. Clear a path through those ships, make room for our MPD's. I want boots on the ground the moment we secure that LZ."

He alternated the channel to the hanger where MPD's were waiting for deployment, their troop bays brimming with jarheads and tank hunters or MARV's latched to the rear extension. Alongside them were the Drexls and Scythes, their engines warming, guns going through final calibrations for their intended mission - safely escort as many MPDs to the surface as possible.

"Conner, you're with Alpha-Seven," Dean informed her of her attachment, she was going to provide Eli Brooks and a company of marines safe passage to the ground, a MARV would be making the journey with them. "Talrus, board a Drexl and get on their six, protect the MPDs." He held the link open a moment longer as the countdown began for the drop pod launch. High orbit.

"Lieutenant Merrick," Dean finally remarked, "See you in Hell." The countdown hit zero, mechanical arms detached themselves from the pods. There was a moment where his stomach felt like he was in free fall before zero gravity took over. The rocket of the drop pod fired and launched them on a direct path for Thule, they'd land roughly ten kilometers east of Hurom, according to the maths.

Dean Letham rolled around in the drop pod as he checked his weapons were secure, his suit was fitted properly, then lastly he hooked the harness over his chest and buckled himself in. The drop pods were small and slender enough they could penetrate the blockade forming around the planet, it was up to Battlegroup Alexandria to puncture a bigger hole for more troops to make it ashore.

The drop pod began to rattle and gravity slowly began to form again, his body continuing to weigh down more and more. He could hear the flames licking the hull of the drop pod down, and the intense turbulence it was creating. He knew his allies were with him, but yet he felt wholly alone in these few short minutes. He craned his neck and peered out the thin viewport, space above was distancing itself while the ground was coming up far, and in the distance, Hurom.

The sky was choked with Carnifex's forces, the Commonwealths military was outnumbered and outgunned, the Commonwealth would need to outplay them. The forests below were coming up now, a thick blanket over the land. Dean closed his eyes and counted, a moment later a loud thud and his whole body shook. He felt like someone had just uppercut him, it was how all drops felt. With the shake of his head he hit the levers and kicked out the hatch, unbuckled his harness and leapt out.

It wasn't a forest he had seen, the landscape was barren but for that of rocks covered in slick moss. The whole landscape was moss and rocks. Deceiving, he mused, but he had a task at hand. He checked his sensors, Hadiyya and Marguerite hit the ground a hundred yards apart, and Azure was still coming down. He spun around, collected his MM99 and MM110 and made for a quick march to Hadiyya.


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Commonwealth:
[member="Lieutenant Anat Merrick"] | [member="Corrax Talrus"]
[member="Elsan Soban"] | [member="Stokely McFadden"]
[member="Allison Martha Iversson"] | [member="Mia Conner"]
[member="Eli Brooks"] | [member="Gna Grimwasp"]
[member="Isaac Knight"] | [member="Zee"]


OpFor:
[member="Nomar"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Briah Song]

Location: Silver Jedi Headquarters, Korriban
Objective: Defend the city, resist temptations
Allies: Order Of The Silver Jedi, [member="Jericho"], [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Syn"]
Enemies: Invading Sith, [member="Velok the Younger"], [member="Haytham Kaze"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Raxis"], [member="Enyo Typhos"], [member="Grimoire"], [member="Silas of Ossus"]
Post: 5/38

The beasts were horrific; creatures of ill will, of singed and rotting flesh and bone. Their screams were inhuman in nature, enough so to curdle the blood and veins of even the most hardy of warriors. A shudder slid down Auron's spine, but he steeled himself once more as best he could as the hoard of unnatural husks sped towards the Jedi. "There is no death; there is the Force," he muttered as his hand clenched the hilt to his ignited lightsaber, and firmly swung sidelong into the left shoulder of one of the terrible beasts as it reached him. Even though its upper body was detached, it persisted to scream at him - a scream that echoed heavy in his mind - and thus he swung the blade overhead and brought it down upon the rest of it until it ceased to move and became nothing more than a crumpled mess of blood, flesh and sinew.

He worked hard to control his breathing, which had come out of control during those vital moments, and as he looked up he could see many more creatures heading their way towards him. There was no escape from this, and he was committed. He reminded himself in those tiny moments what he was fighting for and why he was here, and without further delay he rushed towards to meet the oncoming storm with an equally fierce flurry of strikes. His clenched his teeth and his eyes watered uncontrollably as war surrounded him at every corner and the remains of the beasts he struck down stained his clothes and his skin a deep black-red.
"There is no death; there is the Force. There is no death; there is the Force. There is no death; there is the Force."

 

[Ellie Mors]

Hell

Location: Ziost

When she had awoken she expected one of two things - a vision of desolation, of a ruined Ziost, of a galaxy consumed by darkness - but the reality she returned to was anything but right. There was no overlying sense of hatred looming, no anger of an oppressed people who sought to rip the flesh from the bone of their rulers, and there was no staple flow of the dark side beyond what those Sith that were arriving on Ziost carried with and the historical flow within the veins of the planet. And, above all, the words of a Dark Lord did not creep into her mind to give her command - and no voice returned her call into the void of thought. Although she was merely a shade, a spectre that traveled along the shadows, Silara was not deterred from a search for a host - any host, though preferably living.

Fifteen years ago she had ripped the soul of a damned Sith Lord and placed it in the vessel in the form of a clone, effectively defeating death before the fateful duel where she had slain her former master and took her place as a Sith Lord. Now she was prepared to repeat the past with her own corrupted soul with an occupied body of the living. There was the tempting thought to find her true body and trick a lesser acolyte to aiding her in returning to the galaxy under the same face she had left it in, but a new face - a body that could go without recognition - would suit her purposes of traveling without hindrance better than the face that was worn by Silara Kuhn. The choice was a difficult one, ultimately, but she knew too much time had passed for her to return to a life that was no longer hers to live.

And what was there in a galaxy where everything she'd known was denied to her? Too compassionate to step back into a role she was likely unwelcomed in, too selfish to allow herself to slide back into the torture that was the winds of Chaos. So a new life, in a way, was in order. A life without personal affections, without fear of loss, without the jealousy that came with feeble attachments. Life as a Sith, and only as a Sith - as she had been when she was under the tutelage of Darth Mierin, and as she had continued to be when she had helped push Darth Junra into her final resting place - was all there would be for her. She wanted no empire, loathed the responsibility of "order" while being far too mature to allow the temptation of a life of being a simple-minded murderer and animal to lull her in. Servitude, now, was beneath her - and governing was beyond the capacity of her patience - which left the only ambition that she'd ever strove for, the only desire she had for the force and its more sinister side.

Symbiosis, or as close to it as she could call it, with the dark side of the force was her only remaining desire, and it became an anchor to the living when all the rest were let go.