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

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Location: Aboard the Judgement, Elom orbit
Allies: [member="Kära Vi'dreya"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Enemies: The Sith Order
Ship: Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer - The Judgement

Neither of the two brothers had any idea of how long they spent at Kära's bedside. To them it felt like anything ranging from minutes to hours, with Thurion helping with delivering the baby while Thyrian provided what comfort and support for his wife he could. The pain in her screams was like his worst nightmares come true, and yet he had to remain strong for her. Through the Force his strength was shared with her, leaving him almost as exhausted as her when all was said and done. Looking upon her now, bathed in maternal glow and in her arms a small newborn babe, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld.

Thyrian lay down beside her in the hospital bed, careful not to awake the little one all bundled up and resting against his mother's chest. At first his expression was one of disbelief, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. When he pulled back the blanket covering part of the babe's face, it became too much for him to handle. Tears held back ever since he'd heard the first newborn cries were now set loose, running down both cheeks. "He's... he's perfect," he could barely speak. He looked into Kära's eyes and couldn't help but let out a warm smile before placing his lips upon hers.

Meanwhile Thurion sat beside the bed with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, watching the emotions run wild between the two with a wide grin. "A healthy baby boy. Kära did so very well." It was then that Thyrian placed his finger in the babe's small palm, and immediately the tiny fingers wrapped themselves around his. "Hello, little Thrand. Welcome to the world."

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser Paladin, near Ziost
Objective: Defend Ziost
Allies: [member="Reshmar"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Aisha Marc"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Niysha"]

Most of the Paladin's mines were expended, though Gir had ordered a small reserve held for 'just in case' situations. That left a sizable but by no means impenetrable barrier between the existing sith warships present and one of the most direct routes in and out of the system to them. Yet Gir only had limited faith in the field's ability, and with the mine field set, had turned his attention to a brief holo-conference call with the ship captains to discuss strategies. It seemed odd to him to see such a variety of dress among them, yet everyone seemed surprisingly comfortable with each other despite their different backgrounds. Nothing like a common threat to foster unity...A middle-aged man wearing a tan jacket finished explaining the capabilities of his ship in rough outer rim accent.

"The Wanderlust isn't really meant for fighting like the rest of your ships," said Captain Kessler, "I will need some protection from their large ships."

"You should keep your craft around the Paladin," suggested Gir, "that way you can hide behind us if you need extra shielding. As long as you're able to keep furnishing eight bird combat air patrols while we wait, I do not think that we can ask much more of you and your people. Does anyone disagree?"

"Captain Kessler," said a short woman, "your Wanderlust has been recharting the area, correct?"

He nodded, "It has been."

"Would you be willing to transmit your information to us? One never knows when it might be useful."

"Captain Taniss brings up a good point," mused Gir, "we will need several fall back points. SInce you probably have the best knowledge of the local area, you should pick those points for us to group at, and transmit it with your charts, if you are so willing."

Kessler beamed, "I can do that."

"Good," said Gir, "last chance for everyone then: are there any other points that we need to discuss? Or are we all pretty much in agreement of our plan of action? Last call..."

Captain Quee half-expected the Terminal Lance's captain to make a colorful, perhaps slightly offensive remark that would underline some important point, but he heard none. Gir swept his eyes across the group, checking for their faces for sign that one of them was thinking about speaking up. Yet none of them appeared to have any questions that they were about to voice publicly, even if Gir guessed that they still had some questions.

"No? All right then. If this does come to war, as a reminder Captain Joltik, I would like to see the battle data from the trial ammunition sent to me raw and unfiltered. Good luck to us gentlebeings, and may the Force be with us."

He heard a choir of murmurs acknowledge him before the communication's line went dead. Most of the light that had made up captain's incorporeal bodies disppeared in an instant, so brief second Gir thought that he could escape from the holo-projector. But he immediately became aware of a small icon floating above the projector. Puzzlement flickered across his face. The man turned to the lithe communication's officer.

"Who is calling us?"

"It's coming from the Sith warship."

"Captain Cummolo, you should take this call," decided Gir, "be my screener."

"Ah, yes sir."

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

-Minelaying complete
-8 Cutter-class Interceptors deployed to patrol around the allied Silver Jedi fleet
-Contingency orders discussed among a captain's council
-Captain Cummolo takes the call from [member="Niysha"]

Fleet

Spoiler

Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser Paladin
Delphin-class Frigate Terminal Lance
Stormfire-class Assault Frigate Azure Shield
DP20 frigate Forager
DP20 frigate Stellar Ranger
DP20 frigate Nebula Scout
Alndys-class Patrol/Exploration Craft Wanderlust
Circinus-class bulk corvette Gray One
Circinus-class bulk corvette Gray Two
Circinus-class bulk corvette Gray Three

 

[Niysha]

Location: In the middle of a bunch of mines, barely protected by a few meters of durasteel, in orbit around Ziost
Objective: Deliver a peaceful ultimatum
Allies: [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Onley Xiangu"] | [member="Ansgar"] | [member="Nyra Mazul"]
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]


As she waited for someone - anyone, really - to pick up in the gathering fleet, Niysha closely watched the monitors of her ship's scanners. Sure enough, the vessels in question weren't Sith. Sure enough, they were emitting something from their hulls. The scanners had plenty of time and power to take a full reading of the offending space, and found plenty of loose detritus broadcasting signals back to the new fleet. One of the bridge hands called his captain over, and the man stood and turned with a dire expression on his face a few moments later.

"Mines," came his simple response. "Laid out both around us, and behind them. A wise decision to scan, my lord."

Niysha gave a quick nod in response, crossing her arms behind her back. Her voice was contemplative. Steady. The fear, while present, was silent in her thoughts. Laser focus. Note assets, forge them into a blade to strike your enemies' weakest point. "Tell me, Captain. We are here under a flag of peace, correct? And our away party has been accepted with full diplomatic immunity?"

The older man nodded, assuming a very similar stance at his position at the head of the bridge. "This constitutes an act of aggression, my lord. We would be well within our rights to open fire, but-"

Niysha cut him off with a shake of her head. "But that is not how this game is played, is it?" The Miraluka smirked, and her human XO nodded wryly in response. "Have they accepted our hail yet?"

"They have, my lord," came his simple response.

"Good," Niysha replied, then had a seat once again. That took longer than expected. "Put them on the main projector."

A few seconds later, Niysha's rather humble form was broadcast across holorecorder through thousands of miles of empty black space. She was short, young, and wore none of the ostentatious nonsense common to the One Sith bureaucrats and armchair generals. A simple black robe without markings or embellishments, a simple black cloth covering her eyes. When the face of a man in military uniform flickered to life before her, the young Sithling offered a smile. "This is the diplomatic vessel 'Mirial Accord.' We're here, at Ziost, under a flag of truce. We have no ill intent and have made no aggressive actions towards this planet or its people. Indeed, the Silver Sanctum representative with authority over political relations on this planet has given us diplomatic immunity, pending parlay."

Her hands came up, steepling her fingers in front of her face. "Our scanners read that your fleet has set up mines in positions obviously designed to hem us in, cut off our retreat, and any possible reinforcements. This is a very aggressive act, and could easily be a declaration of hostile intent to a vessel of peace. Please deactivate and retrieve them immediately, or we will be forced to take this as your intent to ambush our meager fleet."

When she finished, Niysha sent a short, telepathic missive to the officer across the bridge from her. 'Keep scanning, Captain. I want to know what other nasty little tricks they're trying to sneak by us.'

Summary

Spoiler

Ultimatum
Continued scanning
Still no aggressive actions

 

[inactivechar01]

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

The war painted face of the Bpfasshi was satisfied with the fact that he had perceived the man correctly. He was a warrior, probably of a warrior-like culture just like his own. The dark side roamed between them strongly, it fed on their desire to fight, on their desire to prove themselves where they were best - the battlefield. It was frustrating, and Ansgar assumed for both him and the other warrior, to be stuck with a Knight that had decided on negotiating with the Jedi.

The Jedi.

They had to be taught that they are weaker, always have been and always will be. No matter how much they tried, the dark side would always prevail in the end. At the thought of that, the Bpfasshi acolyte felt a surge of the dark side within him. It felt his hate and reacted to it, it grew. As the vessel finally landed to its designated location where the meeting was supposed to be and the Sith Knight left along with instructing them to behave. Ansgar did not react on the outside but within he knew well - that man was certainly nothing close to a warrior.

"Laoch." The Bpfasshi stood up and before following Darth Ignus to the meeting, he had turned his head towards the warrior beside him and tilted his head towards the exit to gesture to him to leave with him.

Exiting the vessel, Ansgar immediately fell the presences of Light. They acted as beacons, they were strong, certainly. Even with his lowly acolyte skills the Bpfasshi could feel it and hate brewed even more within his gut. His eyes fell upon the different guards around and he pierced them with a gaze. The war paint on his face was made to intimidate the enemies, an ancient tradition, combined with the malicious presence of the dark side, it could easily be used as such an instrument.

When they finally arrived at the meeting area, Ansgar completely ignored the women in a uniform, obviously a non-Force sensitive, and completely kept his eyes at the presences of the two strong Force Users in front of him. One, apparently, went by the name of Coci Heavenshield. He had heard about the Heavenshield line. Who had not ? Infamous Jedi. They had to be eliminated.

At the sight of Darth Ignus giving them a curt bow, Ansgar's facial expression changed to a rather obnoxious one. The Bpfasshi's eyes immediately shot at the Laoch beside him, trying to see if he thought the exact same way of that. Momentarily after he turned his head back at the Jedi in the room. The sight of them stirred the hate and anger within him.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Korriban City
Allies: [member="Sirella Valkner"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Seren Ordavo"], [member="Darth Gallus"], [member="Darth Vashti"], [member="Darth Eversor"], [member="Vulkan"], [member="Silas of Ossus"], [member="Darth Praetorias"], [member="Darth Prazutis"] (en route)
Enemies: [member="Jericho"], [member="Syn"]


The clone stiffened when the Sith Lady suddenly touched and caressed her face and proceeded to open her mouth up and examine her teeth. The seemingly pleasant smile upon the Plant Lady's face was frankly deeply disconcerting, like a predator toying with its prey. Archangel had not briefed Enyo about dangerous, sentient plants. She manifested enough self-control not to lash out. Being called pretty did not make her less on edge.


"Thank you," she replied stiffly and in a rather frigid tone, feeling more than a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, Sirella soon turned the conversation back to the battle at hand, instead of continuing to feel the clone up. Compared to her template, Enyo was more than a little prudish. Unless you were a certain HRD.


Enyo looked upon the ancient city that stood after so many millennia. It teemed with life. Corrupted life, but life nonetheless. Her eyes fell upon the willowy spirit that was soon put into its place by the Sith Lady. The weak served the strong, thus was the natural order. Of course, this probably said quite a few things about Enyo and her role, but that was for another time.


The clone knew little of the Sith arts beyond the basics. Flash training could only do so much, especially since droids did not understand the Force, but though she cared little for ancient ruins from a bygone era, she could feel the arcane power that was gathered here. "Intriguing," she muttered to herself when Sirella spoke of how they harnessed the ancient magicks and recycled dead enemies as undead cannon fodder. Zombies were unhygienic, but could be useful.


"Most of our forces Archangel's forces are being deployed to fortify the city, yes. Our HRDs can, how did you put it, 'propagate'...but not in a way that's practical for the battle. We have heavy weapons and anti-air cover." There would be plenty of cover inside the city. Wardroids and HRDs set up heavy weapons emplacements and so forth. E-webs, light artillery, mines outside in the desert, and so on. Jedi and friends approaching the city would come under a barrage of fire from rotary cannons, bolters and missiles, leaving aside all the hungry zombies the two Sith Necromancers had raised.


One could, of course, not discount the possibility that the Silver Jedi and their allies might decide to just raze the city once they realised the Sith were concentrated here. It was what Enyo would have done if she'd been in their shoes.


There was a jolt when a message was beamed into her earpiece Her comm device thing beeped.It produced an image of two Masters killing undead in dramatic ways. "I've dispatched recon droids. The zombies' have the Jedi's attention. They're moving towards the city."


At this point in time another Dark Master (Praetorias) showed up on the scene. Partly because Enyo's sleep-deprived writer had only seen his post rather late. He was robed and his face was hidden by an ebony mask, but he was clearly Sithy or darkside at any rate. The clone cocked her head slightly. That was a verbal quirk she'd picked up from her mechanical caretakers. "No, not late at all. I believe the fireworks are about to start," there was a ghost of a smile on her otherwise stoic face. She yearned for battle.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

ZIOST
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

The former Levantine explorer slid back into normal space-time.

Aisha strode onto the bridge just a moment later, the crew having alerted her when they were five minutes out from exiting hyperspace. As soon as her black flats crossed the threshold, she called out, "Sitrep."

"Multiple vessels," the com-scan officer announced from the side of the bridge. "The Silver Jedi appear to be in the communication with an unknown actor."

Shall we sit around the fire and tell sad stories of the deaths of kings...

"Ease us into the system," the woman stated evenly, taking her seat at the raised dais overlooking the command center. [color=#FF3399"]"Tell the Jedi pilot he's clear to launch, and then have our droids form up on his wing."[/color]

 

[Rasu Gan]

Location: Malachor V, Shadow Temple
Objective: Defend the planet from Sith Order forces
Allies: Silver Jedi, [member="Celiana"] [member="Ar'ekk"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]
Enemies: Sith Order, [member="Darth Lykos"]


Sion watched with sick satisfaction as the Jedi approached. He could sense the uncertainty and fear, fueling his form. The Sith desperately wanted to engage however as Traya stepped forward, he forced himself to hold back. While he had never truly gotten along with his fellow Triumvirs, he wanted to enjoy the skirmish with the Jedi. It had been a thousand years since he had last seen the bright colours of Jedi lightsabers, and it thrilled the Sith to lay eyes on them once more. Itching to battle, his crimson eyes followed the intricate movements of Traya and the young Jedi. His smile turned to anger as the woman fell and her essence drained into a small object held in her hand. Igniting his saber, Sion turned to attack the Jedi however his body froze. Stunned, Sion gazed at the glowing crystal plunged into his form. A screech echoed throughout the hall as the essence of Sion was sealed inside the Force-imbued crystal.

Rasu returned to her body shaken, as if waking from a dream. Her legs wobbled as they came to grips with possessing a body once more. As the crimson pupils began to fade, her natural brown colour returned, as the Jedi appeared herself once more. Smiling gratefully at the young Padawan who had saved her, she gave way to the weight dragging her down and collapsed to her knees. Her hands began to tremble as she attempted to make sense of the previous few minutes. Her mind had become cloudy as if some unknown force had shut her personality down. She felt cold and empty, however as she took a few deep breathes, warmth returned.

The Shi'ido made eye contact with Matsu and smiled. Of course she had the Atrisian to thank, however her Padawan's had also greatly contributed to their redemption. Her gratitude weaved its way through the Force as she struggled to make a sound. Taking a few more deep breathes, Rasu regained her composure and rose from her knelled position. Slowly she stumbled over to her two Padawan's, placing a comforting hand on Celiana's shoulder before bending down to meet with Ar'ekk. Pulling the young man to his feet, she brushed the Padawan down.

"Are you both okay?" she asked concern ebbing in her voice. While Rasu felt mostly intact, the experience as a whole could have been experienced differently for her two students. Turning to Matsu and the other Jedi, she offered them her sweetest smile. "Thank you Matsu, all of you. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't stepped in."

Rasu sudden;y became aware of a soft beeping emanating from her wrist. With the situation now resolved it seemed Rasu could finally focus on the situation of the Caldera mission. Scrolling through the notifications, the woman's skin began to prickle the situation became clear. Sith!

"What is happening Matsu?" she asked, knowing her fellow Master would have an explanation for the Shi'ido. Rasu could not help shake the feeling that they were being watched. Something dark had entered the temple, something similar to the dark side presences of these long-dead Sith, however it felt as if it were searching for the Jedi. Shuffling in discomfort, Rasu awaited an explanation, keeping her senses on alert in case her instincts led her to the truth.

 

[Velok the Younger]

ASHAS REE/KALSUNOR

[member="Reshmar"]

Ashas Ree was another crossroads, and had recently seen several hyperspace transits. With the Silver Jedi monitors knocked out, Velok aimed to leave a potentially confused trail, implying the possibility that he'd aimed for Ch'hodos. That ploy's effectiveness depends on the capabilities of Mon Calamari technology: they might be able to pick up his hyperspace wake, determining the direction he'd gone even without seeing him jump. Maybe. The Mon Calamari had strange technology, and guarded the best of it jealously. A bit of a lure couldn't hurt, though.

As his flotilla traveled to Kalsunor, he left one of his Peregrine's shuttles behind at Ashas Ree. Its job was to linger in the wreckage of an SSC monitoring station, scan the feth out of it, and jump in the general direction of Ch'hodos once it detected the Mon Calamari ships. The shuttle was actually Mon Calamari built, during the long years when the planet was despoiled and the shipwrights of the diaspora worked for Silk. These shuttles, Niathal-class, were versatile little things, ubiquitous in a good portion of OSJ space.

One of the goals here was to get a better look at the enemy with the shuttle's long-range sensors. Another was to suggest that the shuttle was a straggler from a fleet heading to Ch'hodos - a threadbare ploy, but at the least it might split off a scout or two. A third goal involved scouting up that way to see what, exactly, had been left behind at Ch'hodos - the nature of the in/out imbalance.

And a fourth goal was to create a plausible alternative explanation for the long-range detection/intercept intelligence he might glean when the Mon Calamari fleet passed the hidden deep-space monitor off Ashas Ree.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Korriban
Objective: Reinforce Jedi Outpost, Neutralize Sith Forces in Korriban City
Allies: [Member="Jericho"], [Member="Syn"], [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: The Sith Order

((OOC: Making an edit to include all the names from the Sith side at Korriban. Not trying to sneak one over, I just need to go through the pages to gather up all the names for proper tagging. Just wanted to get this out before the need to rewrite. Should only take a few minutes from the time of this post.))

"General Arlos, you'll be using a pair of Atlas transports for insertion. There's enough room for your personal unit, and a few squads of YVH-2 battle droids. From what I've been seeing, the Sith are mostly throwing bio-weapons at the Jedi under their shield, so I believe it's best that you use the droids to screen for your operatives. Each droid will be equipped with a blast shield, and additional armaments (rifle or shotgun) on top of their internal loadout. "

"My main objective lies in Korriban City, but I'll be joining you in the initial assault at the base, giving the Jedi enough breathing room to free up a few of their masters for the city. This fight ends with the Sith ringleaders being taken down. You will receive reinforcements as soon as the Roanoke lands to deploy heavy units."

She glanced over at the Cerberus mount she would be using to lead a battalion of Dragoons into battle. The loss of Kashykk had been demoralizing, but also inspiring as she absorbed the tactics of her enemies as her own. In the right hands, just one of these awesome war machines could turn the tide of battle. The alchemist had pretty good hands.

"Ma'am," Captain Tross called, the Calamarian appearing on a holo-feed in the briefing room. "We have just reached the Horuset system. You now have operational command as Admiral Reshmar departs. We have entered contested airspace as enemy and allied vessels continue to move through system."

"Thank you, Captain. What's the current situation on the ground?"

"The Jedi and their Rangers are holding at the outpost, but friendly forces within the city are being overwhelmed. We just received a flood of requests for air strikes and medivac from ground forces as soon as we were in range of their comms. Some locals are fighting with the Silver forces, but many have also been reported allying with the Sith."

A tactical map appeared alongside Tross, showing a distribution of the remaining friendly forces within the city. A few pockets of blue in a vast sea of red. If those last bastions of friendly forces were allowed to fall, then it would be all the harder for her to establish a foothold in the city without things getting messy.

"Captain, reorient the Vista and Chamberland for interdiction, while we take the Roanoke down. Have the Vista charge its hypervelocity guns, and deploy all fighters from the Chamberland. I want a quick pass over Korriban City through the stratosphere to drop airborne units for immediate relief to the remaining Silvers in the city. Arlos, we'll be heading for the outpost at the same time. Finally, land the Roanoke down behind the Jedi base for a touchdown."

"Colonel Connor, you'll have fifteen minutes to dump as much hardware you can on the ground. I don't care if you have to kick people off the ramp, but I need the Roanoke back up in the air ASAP. You're sharing some of that with Arlos, but the rest is going to the city."

"Excuse me, ma'am," Tross interrupted. "You should know that bombers (Charzon's forces) from an allied ship in the system is preparing for an airstrike."

"Instruct the bombers to stay clear of the city. The risk of collateral damage is too high in that environment. However, those bombers can be useful in hitting enemy forces at the perimeter of the Jedi base and blocking enemy reinforcements from the city and the air. Ask them to cover us for the time being."

"Yes ma'am. We'll be breaking through the atmosphere momentarily."

She exchanged salutes with Tross before ending the call, then dismissed the commanders who remained with her in the briefing room. Back in the hangar proper, she donned her helmet, and hopped aboard her mount. The war droid came to life with a hum as it cleared her as an authorized rider. The Ceberus unit began to interface with her personal HUD, feeding information about its operational capabilities and weapon systems. There were many.

This close to Korriban, she could feel the immense aura of the graveyard planet. Under her helmet, she closed her eyes and opened her mind to read its currents. There was a growing maelstrom of chaotic forces as several powerful Dark Siders congregated and engorged themselves upon the dark energies of Korriban. She herself felt a pleasant buzz as she just had a taste of the global nexus, like a few shots of sparkbee honey. It was so tempting to let herself go within its nourishing embrace, but there was still an appearance to maintain. She refused its call once more. Within this maelstrom were a few pinpricks of light that stood out, but were gradually being snuffed out one by one. Without intervention, there would be none before long.

She opened her eyes, and was back with her people in the hangar. Leaning forward in her saddle, she sent her mount plodding right toward the edge of the hangar. Directly participating in the fighting this time around, she would be the first to leave the Roanoke, and the last to leave Korriban as the Directorate ground commander. Either she was taking the planet, or taking the Jedi home.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYFZcOZYA5g​

 

[Claire Ouron]

Location: Malachor V, Shadow Temple
Objective: Defend the planet from the sith
Allies: [member="Rasu Gan"], [member="Celiana"], @Ar'ekk, [member="Matsu Ike"], [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]

Claire smiled when Rasu returned to normal. "Are you okay...?" The tired girl asked the master as she got up off the ground. She then noticed Matsu and Rasu get very serious. "What... Is something wrong? Oh don't tell me there's more..."

 

[Dune Rhur]

Post VI
SJO HQ, Korriban
A: [member="Syn"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Jericho"] [member="Auron Song"] [member="Suravi Teigra"]
E: [member="Munin"] and the Sith

Dune had been progressing around the south side of the building when he heard his comm chirp. "Sir, we have a Galactic Republic fleet inbound, transport ships and what appear to be bombers."

The Bith smiled for the first time in what seemed days. "Very good, inform the others, I'm approaching the communications hub."

So he was with the small outbuilding in sight. The motion detector hadn't lied, there was definitely something or someone in there. No Force aura and that made it difficult to distinguish. Almost all beings were tied to the Force but non-Jedi or Sith were harder to pick out.

He placed a hand on his lightsaber hilt and unhooked it. The Bith chose to leave it unlit as he slowly circled towards the entrance. "In the name of the Silver Jedi Order, stop what you're doing and identify yourself," he announced in a carrying voice.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

The freighter over Ashas Ree jumped to hyperspace a few minutes before the main navies of both sides popped up themselves.

The captain had enough of a rest already and the journey ahead would be a long one, so clearly the time to go had been then. The fact that he narrowly avoided being hit in the face with kilometer long ships and the sort... was simply the cherry on the pie. But there were other ships in motion in the meantime.

A great trading concern like Arceneau Trade moved wares from star sector to star sector with the aid of a gigantic merchant fleet. Hundreds if not thousands of freighters moving up and down the lanes every single day, to keep the commerce in the Galaxy flowing and supplying sentients with what they needed and wanted. Fa's shipping concern was... less ambitious and yet in this situation its small-size was a boon. Few, if any, individuals truly cared about two dozen freighters moving through Sith Space - especially considering they looked positively crappy and were maintaining the routes they had established many months ago.

Two ship dropped out of hyperspace this time. The destination? Begeren.

It had a little settlement, mostly based around the gemstone industry that had been established after the initial fall of the Sith. The tombs were desolate, most of the statues eroded to dust and wind, but the people were hardy and they needed goods.

Tai was more than willing to give it to them. It approached the planet, while subtle scans were executed by the crappy freighter's expansive suite.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

LOCATION: Arrival.
ALLIES: The Sith | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
ENEMIES: The Silver Jedi | [member="Auron Song"] :devil:

"Come... no, here." Silas frowned slightly as the two lumbering zombies turned a fraction around and started for him again. They were strong, muscles rolling beneath thin skin and teeth barred in an eternal grin, yet they were not the smartest around. Every so often the Ysanna needed to remind them who to follow, otherwise they were quite prone towards simply wandering off towards the sound of battle and the scent of blood.

Not that Silas could truly blame them, he was much the same.

Yet, a job was a job was a job and Matsu had entrusted upon him quite the important one. Within the flesh of one of these special kindred was a particularly nasty vial, which contained a particularly nasty biological agent. First and foremost, this was a battle of hearts and only a battle of iron and blood second.

While the Jedi figured throwing some humanitarian aid at the denizens of the Sith Worlds would be enough... Silas of Ossus and his betters knew better than that.

Sometimes, not always, but sometimes it was better to inspire loyalty by reminding people what they exactly feared in the first place.

"Yes, yes." The Ysanna mumbled out in reaction to the Kindred's whine. "I want to beat some skulls in as well, but we got a job to do."

"No. Later."

The left one's brows (what remained of them) furrowed in disappointment and whined softly.

These ones needed strict discipline sometimes.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Location: Jedi/Ally Ship Above Ziost
Objective: Negotiate
Allies: [member="Onley Xiangu"], [member="Nyra Mazul"], [member="Ansgar"], [member="Niysha"], [member="Darth Vitium"]
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"], [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"], @Arise Yuna, [member="Tricia"], [member="Solan Charr"]

"If you're asking to see if I'm a member of a supposed council, we don't have one. We do not operate in the manner of you Jedi. I hold a position of rank within the Order by virtue of my holdings, and discussed the approach I am taking to this in an open forum. Only one person made an effort to try and stop me, but they were quickly debased by the virtue of their brash attitude, and their willingness to slaughter our own people.

"To answer the question you really wished to ask: yes, I have the authority to do what I'm doing."

He could feel the anger as it washed over Ansgar. The hatred for the Jedi was palpable. Leos was more than a little curious as to what inspired this hatred. Had the Jedi done something personally to him or his family? It was possible. Hatred for the sake of hatred, however, was foolish. While the Mirialan Sith was, indeed, not a warrior in the terms that either Onley or Ansgar might thing, he was more than capable of doing battle in a sufficient manner to win, and he was more than capable of killing either of the Acolyte's if they decided to cross him or interfere in the negotiations in any form. He'd do it right in front of the Jedi if he had to.

He clasped his arms behind his back and the two Maalraas laid down at either side of him. They knew that when he was in this position he was in a state of calm, and at ease, and that he was instructing them to be the same. He wasn't saying a word to either of the two Sith with him, but he expected they would understand that he wanted them to be at ease as well. This was not the time or place for young stupidity.

"The offer is simple. These worlds do not belong to you, and they never have. In ages past, many of them belonged to the Sith species, and this world we now stand above was the capital of the Sith Empire. The Jedi have no place here, and the people here might pretend to accept you, but they really don't. You see, the Jedi have a history in the Caldera, and it is not one of prosperity, but one of struggle, genocide, and death.

"Your kind, in the past, nearly wiped the Sith species from the galaxy. Your very hands committed the same atrocity that you say, even now, that you fight against. The people here are aware of this, as all of those who reside in the Caldera are. They don't live here because they like the atmosphere, they live here because this is their ancestral home. The presence of Jedi is offensive to them, and riles up the spirits that reside on some of these worlds, which in fact make them more dangerous for the people you wish to control. And yet you seem keen on dominating the entirety of this space.

"In addition to this, it has been documented that you Jedi have an affinity for destroying history. The destruction of temples, statues, relics, and other antiquities is not something we can tolerate, and that is a large part of why we have come forth instead of just watching you as we had been. These worlds knew peace under the second Empire, and were harmed by the Primeval, and now come in those who laid waste to these worlds before, purporting to desire to help, when you have no understanding of these worlds. Your help will subject these worlds to things they do not want, to ideals that are foreign and undesirable to most who live here. So we will fight you, and defeat you, and yes, many innocents will likely die as a result."

He cleared his throat and took a breath.

"But you can stop that from happening. Withdraw your forces from all worlds of the Caldera, abandon any effort to claim them under your government, and we will allow you to leave in peace. For our part, we will leave these worlds in peace, but continue to monitor them to ensure that nobody else gets the same idea that you've had. You leave, we leave, and nobody else has to die. The status quo of the Caldera remains the same. That is our offer."

And now he waited to see if they would accept the offer, or if they would decide that the hells of battle would be better suited to them. It would be interesting to see how the rest of the galaxy felt if the Silver's chose the latter. For their part, the Sith were just trying to keep the Jedi from committing the same atrocities they had before, and to stop them from proselytizing their ways on people who had lived under Sith ways since the days of the Rakata. He doubted they would accept, though he hoped for it. It would be a lot easier if they didn't have to slaughter the Jedi and their forces to keep their Jedi Empire from spreading to worlds it didn't belong upon.

 

[Munin]

[member="Dune Rhur"]

He barely heard the voice through the door, though he could make out the boring baritone of a Jedi commanding him to do one thing or another. Munin didn't really pay much attention to it, instead he slipped the device he had been working with into a bundle of wires and hid it against the far panel. He let it sit there for a second and then smiled, turning around to look at his datapad for a brief moment. He had pulled down a good chunk of data, though decrypting all of it would still take quite a bit of time.

For a moment the Information Broker mused, then simply unplugged the datapad.

He quickly folded the device and slipped it into his backpack. There was a slight spark as the loose wires from the connection gave way, causing him to jump back slightly and let out a half startled cry. He frowned, but eventually crouched down and zipped up his bag. He was sure that the Jedi were outside, aware of his presence now, and although he wasn't sure how perceptive they were, he wasn't quite yet ready to start going up against crazy lightsaber wielding space monks.

So instead he looked towards the ladder in the corner of the room.

This was a communications tower after all, and the wires ran up the building all the way to the top towards where the dish was.

Usually the ladder was only used for repairs and the like, but...well he could consider this a special exception. He walked over towards the door of the building, he grabbed some wiring from the access panel and proceeded to yank them free, shorting the door controls and locking it into place. "That should slow you down."

Without further ado Munin headed towards the ladder and began to climb.

 

[Syn]

Location: Korriban
Allies: [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Jericho"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: Sith

He could see more of them and the fighting that was happening came to the jedi master as he continued to wade into the forces and smash them into the dust with the kinetite. Jericho was doing much the same and the ranger's unit he had there with the others were mowing down what they faced. Betweent he cannons for smashing and vaporizing large groups as well as their assault rifles into them with the caster and the plasma rounds. piles of ash were there as they targeted the stronger targets and with the other jedi they had he was looking towards soem of the better things. Hearing and seeing Arisa Yune that was bringing in more people as well as some other wings from ships. "We'll keep fighting until it is done." The jedi master was staying ready in the fight when he threw another ball smashing down into the horde to slam and make the bodies into dust.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xbZMJGpc9I​

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The Thurra System
Hurom, Thule

A body flew through the middle of the room, hitting the far window with a dull thud before collapsing onto the carpeted floor - a crack left behind at the point of impact. The man, dressed in ecclesiastical robes, attempted to scramble towards the nearby door before again being throw across the room by an unseen force. This time he slammed into the elongated oval conference table situated at the center of the chamber, a cry of pain bubbling past his lips as he felt something in him shatter on impact with the hard wood. The unseen hand that compelled him through the air now constricted his movements and held him firm against the table, and each breath was more difficult to draw than the last. Soon enough the source of his malady would appear from the shadows, a monstrous beast of a man cloaked in gray green armor with a scale cloak that hung loosely from his broad shoulders.

The fiend was not alone, however, and from the shadows behind him materialized others dressed in tattered black robes and banded cuirasses, and while their features were concealed by heavy hood there was no doubt in his mind that all of their eyes were fixated upon his helpless form. Only the fiend's face was devoid of mask or helmet, and his devilish eyes bore into his own with a hatred so intense he found it hard to hold his gaze for more than a fraction of a second. And when he spoke it was like smoldering fire and ash, grinding gravel, and turgid sludge molded into words, and each syllable ground against his psyche like fingers dragging their nails on the interior of his skull.

"Vicar Rajko, I see you have done well for yourself in my absence." said the fiend, and the intensity pressed down upon the man's chest like a heavy weight. "You, who so commonly preaches the old belief, possessed such little faith in the Empire that you would eagerly consort with heathens and thieves to protect what you so dearly coveted. You thought yourself secure, safe in the false security you shrouded yourself with. You thought that none could oppose you since the fall of the Empire, that the Jedi and Mandalorians would safeguard your way of life, but you were deceiving yourself. The Sith have returned, Vicar, and we will stop at nothing until our ancestral homeland is reclaimed once and for all."

He was so close now, the stench of dried blood and war permeating the air until it was rank with it. The shadows of the room lengthened as he approached, as if all of the natural darkness was being drawn to him. He extended a hand to brush the Vicar's cheek, the rough grooves of his gauntlet digging into the flesh to draw blood onto the table. His eyes, hateful as they may had been, were ill-matched with the surprising calmness that dominated his patrician features. Yet all of that melted away in an instant, his lip curling back in a snarl as his features became just as hateful and ugly as the sulfuric gleam in his bloodshot eyes. With the hand that caressed the cheek he grabbed the Vicar by the collar of his robe and with tremendous force flung him at the cracked window at the chamber's far end, which gave way upon impact with the Vicar's body leading him to tumble to his death on the hard street below.

Anger, clear and sharp, flared from the Dark Lord as he drank in the Vicar's violent death. He turned to his conspirators who had remained silent and passive during the whole ordeal, and he bellowed with a voice like rolling thunder. "Scour the temple, and put every pitiful wretch you find to the sword! These collaborators must be torn out root and stem! I will suffer their presence no longer!"

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser Paladin, near Ziost
Objective: Defend Ziost
Allies: [member="Reshmar"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Aisha Marc"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Niysha"]

Gir watched as the Sith apprentice laid out her demands. This is not the simple exchange that I was expecting. Cummolo seems stunned. It took Gir a few seconds to formulate a response to the Sith's demands. Gir strode forward to the projector, and slapped Cummolo's shoulder. The spared a glance at Gir before he walked off to his own console.

"Mirial Accord, your diplomatic vessel is a star destroyer, a heavy cruiser designed for no other purpose than waging war," started Gir, "it's unannounced appearance here alone could be construed as an aggressive action worthy of immediate action. There are already rumors circulating among the local populace that your presence is an attempt at gunboat diplomacy. But regrettably, both their interpretation of your ship's presence here and your interpretation of our defensive acts may be instances of fundamental attribution error.

That is, for likely the same reasons that your diplomatic party is traveling on a heavily armed star destroyer, we are laying down defensive mines. The Caldera can be a dangerous environment to all who travel its reaches. Hours ago my ship encountered a group of pirates that were raiding a portion of the Ziost Tree. Now there appears to be further reports that raiders are striking the various worlds of the Caldera. I cannot with good conscious do nothing to protect the citizens here against such threats.

Rest assured, as long as your vessel remains under the protection of diplomatic immunity, no harm or impediment will come to your vessel. You are free to take the Mirial Accord past the minefield if you so wish: they will not fire on you nor will they appreciatively impede your exit from this system. However, I cannot abide by a request for the immediate removal of these defenses. Such a request to dismantle our defenses will have to go through the proper diplomatic channels. This is perhaps a matter for your diplomatic party to discuss with their Silver Jedi hosts on the Buyon. I would recommend, however, that with such a request, that your party will provide a reasonable, alternative solution to protect Ziost's citizens."

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

-Talking to Niysha

Fleet

Spoiler

Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser Paladin
Delphin-class Frigate Terminal Lance
Stormfire-class Assault Frigate Azure Shield
DP20 frigate Forager
DP20 frigate Stellar Ranger
DP20 frigate Nebula Scout
Alndys-class Patrol/Exploration Craft Wanderlust
Circinus-class bulk corvette Gray One
Circinus-class bulk corvette Gray Two
Circinus-class bulk corvette Gray Three

 

[Junko Ike]

Location: Caldera
Allies: [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]
Enemies: Sith

Junko continued to listen and look at what they had. Ships were headed to and working on KOrriban witht he jedi there, others seemed to be gathering at Ziost as she was getting what information she could from a number of other things. within the comlinks and chatter as she directed it and prepared a couple of the things. "Continue to delegate and get more teams going towards Korriban for them. We have some ships for this situation. Use them and prepare a number of other ones, use Phenex ships if you have to from our shipyards to reinforce the Silver Jedi's fleets." She was going over with some of the things and more of the ranger teams they had working witht he soldiers and droids. All of the information showed they could continue to mobile a second fleet after the first one they were sending in already enroute from Shri-Tal from before. The one commander they had had for a small while wanted the army to be organized and Sasori had answered it with plenty of soldiers in new shiny armor. "We'll move into position and coordinate. Have the team on the Will prepared to use the systems."

 

[Dune Rhur]

[member="Jericho"] [member="Syn"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Auron Song"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Charzon Loulan"]
[member="Munin"] etc.
Post VII, SJO HQ Korriban

When the party or parties he'd spoken to hadn't responded, he sighed in annoyance. They always had to be difficult and melodramatic. He shook his head in annoyance as he went forward. As if by by rote, he pulled out his comm and spoke on the general frequency to the bombers in particular.

"Attention fighter-bombers, please keep your runs clean and tight. Sith forces and their abominations are in tight among civilians. Excessive violence will be more harm than help."

With that he put away his comm and stood before the door. Locked, of course, or barricaded. He'd have rolled his eyes had he been capable. Sometimes he regretted not having human facial features, expressive as they were.

A green blade came to life as he began to carve through the door. There was no sense of a trap awaiting him. Likely the intruder had panicked and was scrambling up. Other options didn't seem present.

With a final turn of the wrist the human-sized oval fell inside. He stepped through with weapon braced. Nothing. Except for the telltale sound of someone climbing up.

"Do you have to make this so tedious, Sith agent?," he asked still unaware of the intruder's identity "Come down, you have little choice unless you prefer death. I'm a Jedi, I won't kill you unless you force me into it."