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

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Silver Jedi Outpost; Korriban
ALLIES: Silver Jedi on Korriban
ENEMIES: Sith on Korriban
NEUTRAL: [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52wByO_SFxA

Haytham was certainly not what he had expected in the man who had mentally and physically abused [member="Joza Perl"] - but he was also everything he expected. A coward and a volatile man.

Breathing hard under his armour, Connor looked at this older Sith and back out to the horizon at his words. He knew very well what he was hinting at, and he didn't like it.

The barrier dropped. Connor fixed his lightsaber to his gold belt and turned, walking up slowly beside the Sith in a strange truce. The horizon captivated them, and on cue, the bombardment echoed over where they stood.

It was a nightmare. It was a disaster. Reaching up, the Jedi pulled the clips off his cracked helmet and pulled it up and off. He gasped at the fresh air, the dry blood on his brow, a bruised cheek and the aggravated scar under his left eye. But that didn't phase him. Instead he started out at the Silver bombardment taking place. The horizon lit up with the cracks of explosives from above and the pained fear rippling out through the Force at the souls in the city. What were they thinking? What were they doing?

The Jedi were the guardians of peace, and justice. Not butchers. Not murderers.

”I will find who did this. This would not have been on a Silver Jedi order,” Connor said softly.

The call came through on the helmet in his hands from the Grandmaster [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] - the call for the Silver Jedi to pull out of the system. The battle was over, and they had lost more than they could ever could have imagined in the space of minutes, all in the hands of their own. What the Sith did now, he couldn't say, but right now it felt like all he could do was leave and seek the ones who had jeopardized the entire future of the Silver Jedi Order.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEwk1ZEnBWE​

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The Thurra System
Hurom, Thule

The last of the remaining Commonwealth elements on Thule had either been driven off or cut down by the superior numbers of the Blackblade Guard, and officially order was restored on the dismal world. Banners displaying the Imperial crest of House Zambrano were flung from the highest structures, namely the Sith Temple that dominated the center of Hurom. All symbols of the previous regime were torn down and destroyed, and those administrators who ruled in his absence were detained to await their inevitable public execution in celebration of his triumphant return. Plans were already in motion to organize a grand celebration through the streets of Hurom to commemorate the Sith's victory in the Caldera, and monuments were to be built to venerate the Great Sith Reclamation of the hallowed Sith worlds. Despite the victory the Blackblade Guards were still commanded to patrol the streets as the curfew was kept in effect for the foreseeable future.

At least until the Dark Lord thought it prudent to lift it after all notion of danger to his rule had passed, but there was still the unknown threat of that Sith who initially challenged his rule. He hadn't heard back from him since he switched gears and decided to aid him against the Commonwealth, so his affiliation was still up in the air for Carnifex. Still, he wouldn't let a little Sith ruin his own personal celebration at the temple, which was finally cleaned of all refuse and corpses conjured during his violent purge of the religious clergy. Now all that permeated the air of the temple were the idle mutterings of restoration crews, their tools, and the goosestepping of Blackblade squads that patrolled the empty rooms and halls.

Carnifex, meanwhile, was nice and snug up in the room that had previously served as his throne room during his previous reign over the planet. In his right hand he gripped a large reservoir glass filled to the brim with a vibrant green liquid which he drank from sparingly, savoring the licorice taste as it rolled over his tongue and down his gullet. Beside him was a Z2 Servant Droid that held a larger bottle of the anise-flavored liquid on a tray held firm by its gyroscopic stability. The news of the Silver's withdrawal from the Caldera came not long after the bombardment holo reached him, and with Thule now indefinitely held down by his forces he could report back to Velok on the condition of the rest of the sector.

An incoming transmission from Hurom would reach Velok wherever he just so happened to be, and if answered a holographic display of the Sith Lord sitting upon his throne with his glass of absinthe would greet him. "A congratulations on our victory, [member="Velok the Younger"]. I am pleased to inform you that Thule is under complete Sith control, but how fairs the rest of the Caldera?"

 

[Ellie Mors]

GO

Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"]

New Adasta, Ziost

Every vein in her body pulsed with life, she could hear the beating of her new heart in her ears, and the slight inhale and exhale that pulled air in and out of her lungs was as noticeable as the sensation of pins and needles across her arms and back. The sensation of touch, something she hadn't experienced in so many years. She took another step into the storeroom, the wood and metal shrapnel at her feet pushed away with the subconscious urging of telekinetic force. She was still adjusting to being alive again when she heard the sound of someone's voice, one that was not her own. Piercing red eyes, dark like oxygen-deprived blood, darted towards its source, a man cowering behind a counter.

'Who is that?' Silara thought to herself, noting that the man's face wasn't one she could recall meeting in the past. She stopped that thought, however, to allow her stiff body to relax slightly, feeling every joint soften and each bone glide to align in a more comfortable manner. A slight amount of pressure was felt at the right corner of her lip, which curled into a half-smirk, and tilted her head questioningly. A short chuckle escaped her barely parted lips, her voice a hoarse rasp. "Your cowardly humor amuses me." She replied in turn, making it entirely clear that his outlandish question was both unacceptable, but also that it was hilarious because of the lack of weight his words carried behind them. She, like the stranger before her, wore no weapons - not a single saber at her side, no sith swords or amulets - but she hardly needed them, considering what she wielded was far and above greater than some unreliable plasma blade. She couldn't discount their usefulness, lightsabers, but when compared to the force - well, there was no comparison.

Another half-step towards the front of the store, debris parting from her bare feet like the tides of the red sea, and the man spoke again.

Introductions, how quaint.

"I am Darth Vitium." Silara answered, leaving the tidbit of titles out of the conversation for the moment. "Do you intend to attempt to bar my freedom from returning to this world?"

 

[Corrax Talrus]

Location:​ Space above Thule
Objective: ​Retreat to the No Land Beyond
​Allies:​ [member="Horus"] | [member="Mia Conner"] | [member="Eli Brooks"]
Enemies:​ [member="Darth Carnifex"] | Pretty much everyone else at this point ...

"Command Actual, Red-​Leader, confirm retreat?" Corrax called into his helmet comms. Midway through the marauding Black Empire fleet was a pretty lousy time to sound a withdrawal, Corrax thought as he threw his Drexl​ into a spin to avoid a hale of enemy fire. Several shots splayed across his forward deflector shield, temporarily restricting his vision. Swearing under his breath, he pulled hard on the yolk at the end of his spin to climb above the plane of incoming Sentinels​.

​"Red​-Leader, Command Actual. Confirming last orders, escort troop carriers safely to No Land Beyond​ and prepare for full withdrawal."​

​... The frak is this about?​ Corrax asked himself angrily. To risk the lives of his men and women in defense of others was one thing, to send them into the fray only to pull them right back out of it without making even a dent? What kind of action was this?

"​​All Commonwealth flight operations," he said on a fleet channel. "Withdrawal operations confirmed. Defend MPD's and return to No Land Beyond​'s hangars. We're out of here."

Corrax watched as the big MPD he had been defending performed a wide loop to port, making its new trajectory meet with the location of the ​CRN-No Land Beyond​. He continued on a straight course for a moment, unleashing a volley of 12mm slugs into the ball-shaped cockpit of an approaching TIE-Sentinel​ as it made its approach on the recently turned transport. The ship's pressurized, ball-shaped cockpit immediately emptied of all contents, even ripping the pilot from his flight harness and sending him into the vacuum of space. Corrax winced slightly for the pilot, but only momentarily, his mind immediately returning to the mission at hand. Glancing over his tactical display, he noticed an MPD lacking an escort, while seeing that his own was mostly out of the fray. Quickly, he clicked over to his Flight channel and gave orders.

"Red-Three, you and your wing stay on your current objective. Two​ and I have an errant baby to protect."

With that, he turned to starboard on approach to the lone MPD with his wingman on his port side. He was opening a channel to the MPD when a turbolaser blast tore through the hull of the ship, sending it spinning out of control. Corrax knew that a blast that hulled the ship like that would leave no survivors. Warning's blared in his cockpit as he pulled up hard on the pilot's yolk. A moment later, space around him glowed a brilliant green as bright lances emanating from one of the Black Empire capital ships filled his viewports. A glance at his tactical display told him that Red​-Two was gone. Swearing under his breath, Corrax fought to turn the ship around.

A loud pop​ behind him seemed as though it would tear his eardrums out through his eyes, as pressure rushed from the cockpit of the Drexl​. As quickly as it started, automated systems sealed the cockpit off from the rest of the craft and took over what remained of engines and thrusters, attempting to stabilize the craft that Corrax only now noticed was spinning out of control. Inertial dampeners were offline, leaving him to feel the wild spin of the craft in painstaking detail. The edges of his vision blurred as he watched the planet of Thule grow larger each time the craft spun toward it. ​​Corrax tried to reach his comms panel, but the force of the spin kept his arms pinned to the chair as he entered into the planet's gravity. The dark edges of his vision grew steadily, but he felt no fear as adrenaline flooded his central nervous system. In outright refusal to accept the circumstances, his mind made increasingly aggressive attempts to be convinced that everything would be fine. Fighters crashed all the time. He'd crashed several in his career. The dark edges expanded to overtake the rest of his vision.

Spoiler

> ​Transmit.Report X-22 Drexl-Class Starfighter, Red​-Leader; system's query
>> Engines [OFFLINE]
>> Weapon's Systems [OFFLINE]
>> Communications [TRANSMIT ONLY]
>> Emergency Protocols [ACTIVATED]
>>>> Retro's [FIRED]
>>>> Stabilization [ACHEIVED]
>>>> Emergency Chute [DEPLOYED]
>>>> Probability of Pilot Survival [67%]
> ​End.systemsreport
​​

 

[Aithne Charr]

New Adasta, Ziost

Nearby Individuals - [member="Darth Vitium"]



Well at least she didn't try to kill him right out of the back, allowing him to sigh and lean against the nearby wall with a bit more relaxation to his body.

Vitium would likely be a bit confused by how casually he was taking all of this, especially when his 'cowardly actions' actually seemed to hold little more than an air of ease about them. He was not really worried, though he was a bit annoyed by the piercing feeling in the back of his skull. Kira was keeping it at bay but small flashes of pain and suffering made their way into his head which would cause him to visibly wince. The reflex would be misplaced, though, as far as Silara would be able to tell, as he showed no signs of injury and no outward signs of pain.

It was when she asked her own question that forced him to stop for a moment and focus fully on her. It was abundantly clear he was trying to study her and figure out how much of a danger she was, but not to him. He was worried about the people in the city rather than himself or letting the Sith return to her buddies. In truth he rather liked some of the sith he came across, the one in orbit drawing on his curiosity recently but the one in front of him was subject to that same curiosity.

So he answered her with a question of his own.

"Little sad you gave me one of those annoying titles, but very well Darth Vitium. I shall answer your question, but before i make my decision you will have to answer me. If i was to let you past, would you leave the planet? I have no issue with what you do after you leave, nor escorting you to a ship that can get around the customs officials of the Jedi's. But if you are no different than the Sith who would seek to reclaim these balls of dust at the expense of the civilians here, using them as fuel. Well i can't let that happen. So, will you leave the planet or will i have to carry you off it unconscious?"

He smiled at her, not wanting to cause any death today considering the recent spike in it that he could feel. He wanted to know where that death and suffering was coming from but he would have to deal with this woman first. It was that thought that would leave his fingers to twitch, drawing a few seeds to his hand from the pouch at his waist, the light and dust obscuring the small objects.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Korriban
Enemies: ???
Allies:???
Nearby:

There stood two men of opposites and yet both [member="Connor Harrison"] and Nulgath stood proving the judgments of Sith & Jedi to the side. It was very true, the Sith and Jedi very much alike. Parts of the same coin. The horizon glew warmly with a consistent red and though in a sense is was horrific when you realized what was happening, Nulgath only saw a beauty. Was he that degraded that his humanity had rotted away or was his perception changed. Either way Nulgath could recognize both aspects.

" Not all Jedi know what it means to be Jedi and not all Sith know what it means to be Sith." The epicanthix spoke with a slight glint in his eye, as if a memory had been dusted off from his ancient past. It only lasted a second then the stoic gaze returned to his corrupt face. He did not need to point of names or a finger both of the men knew what was being referenced. " Your determination is admirable..." He bit his tongue to keep himself from saying anything else on that note.

" Go. Regain your strength and warn Voss. Enough has been done today." Nulgath said as he retracted his view of the horizon and slowly took his leave with a simple nod. He did not like Jedi but he could tolerate them and give them proper respect they deserved. He was proper, cunning and that made him more dangerous than ever.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Location: Elom
Allies: Sith Order, Flunky terrorists, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and [member="Judah Dashiell"] soon enough.
Enemies: I'm too smart for that.
Objective: Never let a crisis go to waste

15 minutes after planetary bombardment​

The militia gathered in a newsroom at the station which they had barricaded. Cameras kept rolling, but the journalists had all fled. No civilians were going to die today. That'd be bad PR. So far, the only dead were local policing forces and a few military men. Only those who took up arms against the Columi's minions would come to harm. The rest could live, provided they got along. The news came in, a clearly shaken woman holding a datapad as he walked in.


The terrorist grunted. "Now what."


Olom stared out the window, speaking for her as she couldn't seem to say it herself. "The Jedi have bombarded a city on Korriban."


The woman stared. "How did you?"


"Your heart is racing because of the casualty count, and the fleet projections only allowed for fleet actions without recompense to occur on Korriban and Dromuund Kaas. We had too many on Ziost and there is no population center poorly fortified enough on Elom. Korriban was roughly 85% more likely due to the actions of ground forces., and it takes exactly 4 minutes, 19 seconds, and 12 hundredths of a second for a transmission from Korriban to reach here. Dromuund Kaas and Thule could not have relayed a message in so short a time," he said calmly.


"You....knew Sith were acting on other worlds?" Melian looked at him, gobsmacked. Who was this man? How did he convince so many to take up arms in a day? What else did he know?


"I have an approximate knowledge of many things. The rest is simply calculation. Know the truth, and then extrapolate the likely future. It's what my master would say, were she here. The question is how to respond."


"Respond?" Melian scowled indignantly. "People have died, Alus," he growled, using the false name the Sith had given him. Mama may have cloned a manipulative maniac, but the Columi didn't raise no dummies.


"And more will continue to do so," he said dryly. "You can't save everyone, but you can save some. A new transmission, another speech."


"To do what?" The terrorist raised an eyebrow, curious as to the the Columi's plan.

35 minutes after planetary bombardment​

"Ladies and gentlemen, my named, again, is Melian Dys'barrak, leader of Elom Liberation Order. Our Militia has picked up transmissions of massive violence and bombardment in the Capital city of the planet Korriban. We extend our deepest condolences. In order to demonstrate a better, more peaceful order in this galaxy, we will send aid to the people of Korriban as soon as we are able. We implore all citizens of this world, and other neighboring worlds in this space, to prevail against such cruel and callous actions. To the Silver Jedi, we beg armistice and peace, and ask that our homes share no similar fate, and that our people suffer no further interference," he continued, a bit of calculated indignation in his tone.


He nodded calmly. "To those willing to aid the people of Korriban in this time of need, the ELO happily will work in concert with you. To those who perpetrated this attack, you will not be forgiven. Thank you, and good night."

60 minutes after planetary bombardment​

Olom nodded. "How are we doing," the diminutive figure implored, leaning on his staff as he gestured to the young Elom and Elomin standing at multiple consoles, "on the Holonet?"



"#ThankyouELO and #HealKorriban are trending on Beeper," one of the younglings said with a nod. "The Rodian Arachno-Junk Band 'Dremmo's Drills' have pledged willingness to go to Korriban and help, probably as a PR stunt. Rumors are that other philanthropic groups are considering donating money. Someone's offering our people ships."


The thin, needle-sharp teeth of the cunning little Sith glinted under the screen light. "Excellent. Find out what you can about the ship offers, see if any locals are willing to lend us vessels. Leave a solid number of men to maintain security at the capital, and send at least sixty people--with a preference for medics--along with myself to aid on Korriban. Use the remaining forces to continue consolidation of power in the capital, explaining the need to build allies among those fleeing the dangers of the Silver Jedi. I'm sure others will come to see our reasoning," he said with a nod.


Melian gestured sharply. "Good. I'll maintain this planet's needs and finish up the articles. A new order under ELO will rise to create more power for all of us," he said in a calm, almost dispassionate voice. "I'll come forward and make sure the media stays aware of our efforts, while you use your silver tongue on Korriban," he laughed. "This will actually work. I'm quite glad I took this calculated risk alongside you, even if your name isn't Alus."


Olom nodded. "Just call me a good friend. I'll be in touch...."

 

[Jericho]

Location: Korriban City
Objective: Retreat.
ALLIES: [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | Munin | [member="Sumiko Tanaka"] | [member="Sirella Valkner"]
ENEMIES: Dune Rhur | [member="Thoja Arlos"] | [member="Syn"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Auron Song"] [member="Connor Harrison"]


One moment he was about to close into the city and battling it out with monsters that came from the pits of darkness. One moment he could hear all the screams of his Jedi brothers and sisters as they fell and the groans of the rose back. He could see Master Syn conjure power and disperse hordes of the undead by his wake. He could hear the sounds of something massive coming down from space or that's where he assumed it came. Muscle memory took over and there was only silence and there was only darkness, then there was the smells of flowers...the sounds of birds.

The warrior opened his eyes and saw the bluest afternoon sky. Jericho was laying down, on top of a hill near a village on the planet of naboo that he visited normally. He was relaxing and reflecting about his recent events. It had been a few months now since his awakening. Those around him claimed to of known him in his past life. Vague and faded images of that life haunt him now. Was the ghost only a remnant, a shade of the former self? They claimed he was a valiant man, who drifted along. Without a care in the world; thinking about him leading such a life made him sick.

Images of a rough looking male with an eye patch plague him night and day. "That can't be me!" Refusing to accept what appeared to be the only connection he had to a seeming previous life. There was one thing he admired about that man in his thoughts. It was his attitude and morals. "If that being was me, I am honored to have lived that kind of life." It was....Something....for him to admit it.

Now is a new time, Jericho had to cast down his judgement upon the village. He didn't know who would survive his wrath, nor did he care. He only cared about his followers; which had reaching grown. He recruited a thousand peasants and a young warrior.... Finally he had been making some progress. Jericho stretched and yawned, as he looked up at the clouds and watched them stroll by. "Such a peaceful day, Even the violent winds of chaos needs rest. Right?" The warrior questioned to himself. Something didn't seem right, his thought were abnormal.....As if something was tampering with his....

"Papa..." A little voice called out. The warrior turned his head and saw his children, with Asha taking lead. A smile came on his face until they became distorted almost as if they were melting. "Why don't you listen to him? Why are you letting them die? Why are you letting us get hurt?" Images of his children turning into one of those things made him awake to the sounds of ruins falling and the last of the bombardment. With a constant ringing his ear and the taste of copper and dirt in his mouth, Out of reaction he pulled down his broken mask with his right hand to spit out the remaining sand and blood. He checked himself, right leg, check, left leg, check, left arm....Missing, again. He remembered, creating a earthly ball around himself and covered himself in a barrier.

He grunted lightly glad that it was cybernetic at least the part that was broken off, though it still hurt all the same. But that wasn't on his mind; The warrior was focused on his cause for his people, he didn't care about the politics or how he is seen. The warrior only cared about his people in the order and how he would be the wall to keep them from harm. As the council member, the leader in charge of the ground forces. He had failed.

Failure after failure. He lifted himself upward to a kneeling position.

"Look at this..." A voice echoed. "You failed your people and innocents again. Look around....." The voice called.

Jericho looked around as the voice commanded and saw more than half the city in ruin and bodies surrounded him. There was so much death, as stone cold as he seemed to many, the warrior never like this, he fought so others didn't have to. So others wouldn't have to needlessly die....Like many did here. Was it a desperate attack made by the sith? It had to be, right? The order wouldn't do this to their own, wouldn't they?

"You know the truth....Deep down. The Jedi are a lie....As are the old order.... You know which one."

Before the warrior could speak back to the voice. The sound of Thurion's voice crackled through his broken comm-link from what he heard, the warrior could only assumed he ordered the retreat. The warrior nodded to himself remembering he had ordered to everyone to prepare for leaving the planet, by now reinforcement must of gotten here to cover the retreat. The voice tried to echo once more only for it to be drowned by the sounds of the undead. There were still more monsters and sith as well as scattered jedi, with a breath the warrior rose to his feet, wiped the blood from his head and white fire circled his arm. He would stand for them against whomever stood in their path to safety.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

News of what had transpired in the Stygian Caldera spread like wild fire. Had the Silver commander who razed Korriban City acted alone as a rogue operative? Was the Sith Insurgency the start of a new Sith Empire? Would the Order of the Silver Jedi now face an onslaught of secessionist forces, emboldened by the fact that the Silvers had fled the battlefield?



Moira Skaldi was at work in her office in Archangel's HQ on far away Denon when she heard the news. The holographic projection of an HRD Commander, who was presently in the field on Korriban, informed her of recent events. It went without saying that genocidal death machines did not care about collateral damage or moral issues. After all, Ms. Skaldi was the Butcher of Contruum.


"The Silver Jedi are comprehensively withdrawning from the Stygian Caldera. The orbital bombardment was an unexpected variable, but casualties are within acceptable parametres," the droid reported. One imagined that Archangel did not care much about droids being killed unless they were particularly expensive. After all, they could always be replaced. "Organic Minion 002 was severely injured."


No emotion crossed Moira's placcid expression when she heard this. "Elaborate. What is her status?"


"The Secondary Unit is presently being recovered. She sustained severe burns, tissue damage, broken bones and she will require a new arm and legs. She was caught in the bombardment while trying to save an organic civilian."


"Then this shall be a lesson for her," Moira remarked coldly. Enyo Typhos was a valuable investment for the company...but still just a tool. The droid was not entirely satisfied with her performance so far. "We can rebuild her. We have the technology. Psychological reconditioning may be necessary to assure her loyalty and deal with possible trauma." There was also, Moira reflected, the risk that Enyo's state might be detrimental to the stability of [member="Amara Zarides"]. Alas, Kaelin's clone was terribly emotional and unpredictable.


"Evacuate her and return her to base. Our forces shall assist the Sith in mopping up pockets of resistance. If possible, take captives for processing. I shall extend my congratulations to [member="Darth Carnifex"] for reclaiming his throne and offer Archangel support for the future." Infrastructure droids, assassin droids, planetary cannons, surveillance droids and so on!


"By your command."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Mateus-class fleet carrier - In orbit over Korriban
Objective: Retreat

Allies: none
Enemies: [member="Kei Garnik"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Suravi Teigra"]

Hangar:

• 46 T-70 X-Wings (returned to ship)
• 44 TIE/rv Reaver bombers (returned to ship)

"This is Grandmaster Thurion Heavenshield aboard the Judgement, ordering all Jedi forces to pull out of Korriban and any other system in the close vicinity. A terrible act has been committed, and we will not add to this disaster by losing more lives to senseless violence. Pull out and regroup at the closest rallypoint. Thurion, out..." Charzon heard Thurion over comms, while Darth Prazutis' fleet opened fire on them.

"Roger"

"Should we return fire on the Sith, captain?"

"Hold your fire, that won,t be of any help if we fire"

While Charzon's orbital bombardment was responsible for the Silver Jedi's predicament, she knew many among the Silver Jedi would be pursuing her if she dallies for too long over Korriban; plus the shields of the Mateus wouldn't hold for much longer. Upon hearing the orders for retreat, Julie made it back to the fastness of the Mateus' bridge, where her piloting skill would hopefully minimize the damage the Mateus is taking. Plus the Sith fleet was far more dangerous in terms of firepower than the Mateus was. A single 380mm hypervelocity cannon volley at the enemy flagship is not much. Which meant only point-defense opened fire at Darth Prazutis' fighters. Luckily Julie was alive and well after all that they went through. Perhaps Castameer would provide them an opportunity to redeem in death, where they hear about how the Omega is capable of destroying planets like the three Death Stars of old. Charzon would rather not waste a chance like this, after what she did back on Korriban. That was horrible and the Silvers would never forgive her. She was a fanatic after all. She applied scorched-earth tactics as far as Korriban was concerned; she denied Sith precious infrastructure.

"Captain, there are rumors that a superweapon is being deployed on Castameer. The Omega, they call it, rumored to be able to destroy planets. What your orders?"

"Set course for Castameer, we have greater evils to fight than the Sith Order on Korriban. We are to form up with the Republican 17th Fleet, which already departed Ringo Vinda"

"Captain, their commanding officer is dead. As the Butcher of Korriban you will inflict more fear on the Sith than any commander the Republic does not already field on Castameer"

"Jump to lightspeed"

"I sure hope that there is an actual opportunity for us to actually not die in vain"

And so the Mateus departed, with its shields nearly down, for Castameer, while its shields recharge while en route and its weapons are being de-powered to handle hyperspace flight. Julie assumed her station for hyperspace jumps over Korriban; hopefully the other factions won't turn on her while she fights Omega and the Rogue Sith fleet.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Location: Korriban City, near the Gate
Allies: The Sith and their Associates
Enemies: [member="Kei Garnik"], The Jedi and their Asociates
Objective: Deal with the Jedi ally

The Sith Lord noticed a change in the man, but he was unsure what it was that had changed. Had he discovered what was being done to him? Doubtful, perhaps it was a newly developed hatred for the Jedi, he seemed to be more curious about who the Sith's associates seemed to be and Praetorias was sure he would have been able to figure out he was certainly not a Jedi by now.

"My Order, yes. We are a group of very powerful wielders of the Force. We would have put these people to better use. Serving our Order would have made them a part of something greater than what they had been. They would have helped shaped the Galaxy, make it a better place. Our Order cares quite a bit about the individual. The individual is everything in our Order, they can seize all the power they wish to have, provided they can actually make it that far. I'm sure you would like it quite a bit. After all, you do not seem like the type who likes to work with others, afterall, you are the sole captain of this ship, no crew, no one to bother you."

Nothing of what he told the man was untrue, from a certain point of view at least. The people on this planet would have certainly helped the Sith in creating a better galaxy, but in the way the Sith envisioned it. It would not be some great utopia, it would be an efficient Empire, where only the strongest and smartest made it to positions of power. It was what Praetorias had always liked about the Sith, only the strong survive, the weak crumble and are destroyed. Just like these people here. He pretended to care for them, but they were weak in his eyes, so no major loss. It was actually more of a gain, really. With all the people the Jedi had killed, it would be easy for the Sith to build distrust between them and other factions, weakening their alliances and perhaps even causing all out war. But those would be things that they would have to figure out in the future, for now what mattered was the man in front of the Sith and what his reply would be.

 

[Rasu Gan]

Location: Malachor, Shadow Temple
Objective: Defend the planet, attack Lykos
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Celiana"] [member="Ar'ekk"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]

Within seconds the temple had once more erupted into chaos. The sound of heavy footsteps were caught in the Shi'ido's ears as she whirled around, alerted by her danger sense. The Zabrak with saber in hand had leaped at Matsu, however her blue blade caught the weapon, as the energy swords clashed in a brilliant display of sound and light.

Rasu's focus was elsewhere. Already her eyes were following the minute needles accelerating towards the Padawan's. There wasn't much time to act however she wasn't sure if the young ones had noticed the danger they were now in. Her body now acted on its own. Breaking into a sprint, Rasu leaped into the path of the needles, already summoning the energy around her palms needed for her strategy. Her hands burst into flame as she stretched them outwards. A large ball of fire erupted from the Shi'ido who continued to feed the orb with a steady flow of the Force. Tongues of flame enveloped the needles, slowing their pace but not halting their momentum. Rasu winced as she felt them plunge into her chest. Staggering slightly, the fire ball diminished in a wisp of smoke.

Unaware of the poison Rasu remained standing. Without intending to do so, her ball of fire had sterilised the needles, negating the effects of the paralysing concoction. Being none the wiser, Rasu's attention returned to the Sith now engaging Matsu.

"Leave this one to Matsu and I young ones." she said to the Padawans, already leaping to the aid of the Atrisian. Golden blades sprung to life in her hands as she attempted to plunge the weapons into the exposed back of the Zabrak attacker, [member="Darth Lykos"].

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Location: Korriban City
Allies: A few Silver Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Praetorias"], anyone involved in the Korriban bombings
Objectives: Talk his way out of death, again

He shook his head lightly. He shook his head because the man had gotten it right. He didn't work well with people, not really. He had [member="Noriko Ike"] and T3 and that was it, he didn't open himself up to anyone, not really. He kept himself to himself, he didn't share with people. He'd work if he had to, but otherwise he liked being alone. Being alone was peaceful, it gave him chance to think and to process things that had happened in his life. He offered a weak smile towards the man, attempting as hard as possible to hide the sadness inside him after the bombing of Korriban City, he was still against that.

"No, I don't have a crew. I don't need one, they slow you down. I can get more done when I work alone"

He was still formulating a plan, still formulating what to say and what to do to get out of this mess. He was aching, almost like someone was stripping everything from him, actually they probably were. He unfolded his arms lightly, begining to walk towards his cabin. He wanted, he needed to formulate a plan to get out of this as soon as possible, one that didn't involve him getting killed or shooting anyone. No more death, not after the amount that had just died inside the city.

"Why do you do what you do, what's your reasoning?"

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Velok the Younger"]

From the edge of the Korriban system came a very faint burst of Cronau radiation. Likely not enough to even be noticed against the fluctuation in background noise. The crew of the Harm's Way had seen enough. They were pulling back to Maridun and another scout vessel was on its way to replace them.

At Concord Dawn, Davon had being watching a shakedown of the new Karr vessels when the news came in. It had been a long time since he had fought the Sith. A long time. He hadn't even participated in the wars against the last Sith Empire and the New Order that briefly showed up in this region of space. This time he would fight alongside the younger warriors.

"We need defence in depth. Escalate patrols along our borders and bring up a reserve fleet to Yavin. I'm going to need a fast ship. And a squad. Find everything you can dig up on the Aeten's Maw."

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Davon Karr"]

The ship in question had served in the Sith Empire navy for many years. It had been lost when the Republic moved in -- last seen over the planet Toola. Might be that a Mandalorian merc or two had heard a story of Whiphids popping out of the snow to swarm Sith Empire shuttles, then going up to do the same to a heavy cruiser. That probably-exaggerated story was many years old; since then, there'd been no mention of the ship anywhere. Connections on the Tion Trade Nexus, however, might have noted a call for experienced crewers of that general class of ship. Takeaway: the ship's current commander might have Tionese connections, or at least felt comfortable operating in the Tion Cluster despite Silver Jedi dominance. Someone who could play the long game, then.

By this point, in keeping with the Silver Jedi withdrawal and the massive damage to their monitoring systems, the Maw of Aeten and its flotilla had disappeared within the Caldera. The bulk of the Sith force, in fact, pretty much vanished. Clearly, whoever these darnfool Sith were, they didn't intend to set up a new empire.

Some of the Sith remained on Korriban, farting around in the freshly liberated catacombs. Others dished out relief supplies to Korriban City before wandering off: when the strong rule, they take care of their own. Perhaps some would choose to stick around, but for the most part, the Sith offensive would vanish as quickly as it had appeared. Cowardice, a Mandalorian might say; strategy, a Sith would retort; both would be correct.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

The Sith Insurrection had come to an end, the Silver Jedi had vacated the Stygian Caldera and the citizens of Thule were being taught to kowtow to the Butcher-King once more. Young Enyo had been recovered, placed in a medical capsule and evacuated from the ruins of Korriban City. Archangel would take care of her and ensure that this time she was reforged in their image.


Speaking of Korriban, Archangel had no interest in the catacombs and ruins. However, it would provide humanitarian relief and medical aid to the city. After all, the company had a long tradition of taking corporate social responsibility seriously, as its actions on planets as diverse as Druckenwell, Contruum, Kaeshana, Kessel and Zygerria showed.


Undoubtedly the survivors would appreciate medical relief and so the corporation would set up a hospital. Cybernetic limb replacements could help those who had suffered maimings during the tragic bombardment. Moreover, the company would deploy construction droids to help rebuild the city, clear away the rubble and so on.


The city's infrastructure had been hit hard by the bombardment and many inhabitants had been displaced, but Archangel would do its part to help them rebuild, along with assisting local security forces in maintaining order. Some of the Korribani would be given the chance to work for the company and leave the tomb world behind them. After all, Archangel took care of its own and had a solid healthcare plan.


FIN for Enyo

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

A metallic rapping could be heard from the door before the two. Confused Kat put one hand on her blaster, putting it into a half ready position, the other hand pressed the button to open the door. Crashing through came one of the protocol droids, the sheer weight of the thing knocking the woman over.

[member="Junko Ike"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

DEEP SIX


Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"]

New Adasta, Ziost

Silara chalked up the lack of worry, a lack of fear rather, that came from Solan to sheer ignorance. He didn't know of her, didn't know what she was capable of - though considering his mention of her resurrection she did wonder if he was a fool for not understanding what that could possibly entail. She had several questions for him, though they all took a backseat to the question he posed to her. At first she didn't respond, simply standing where she'd stopped, and when she realized his question was not in jest - rather, it was serious - she instead let out a light chuckle. Amusing as always, these hero-types were. Defenders of peace, of light, all the nonsense that Jedi and their friends preached like the imbeciles they were. Civilization was never a community of friends, and even their pathetic orders of Jedi had never been more than cooperative unless circumstance required it. The ultimate hypocrites, never afraid to kill someone if it threatened their worldview, or if it was against their ridiculous code and ethics.

"You are more of a fool than you look." She replied curtly with a smirk. He'd made a threat to her, one that was more a warning than his original 'greeting'. There was meaning behind his words, conviction - that he would actually try something stupid if she answered his question in a way that might possibly inconvenience him. "You threaten me with a meager strength and even less resolve. Do you care more for the lives of the many than the few? Or perhaps one life being siphoned from this world was not enough for you to be concerned about." Silara hissed, turning her feet to circle around toward the door while the debris continued to move away from her without even the slightest gesture or change in expression. "I took the life of one of the people of Ziost to return to the living, and your concern is not with that - rather it is for the lives of the sheep that you want the Jedi to herd." A momentary pause in her movement halted her words to glance to the man and then to the outside world. "But I am not here for anything so trivial as land reclamation, when I come for control there will be no dialogue - you will know my purpose. If you fret that I will wage a war on this world for something as worthless as domination then you are wasting your time - I died on Ziost, and so I must return from the abyss of Chaos to this frozen hellhole in order to walk among the living." She explained.

"I will be leaving, but not because of your empty threats - and be cautioned against repeating the mistake of threatening me in the future, I will not be so forgiving."

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Darth Vitium"]

Ziost, New Adasta

Nearby individuals - [member="Darth Vitium"]


He listened to her with a raised brow and leaned against the wall near him now.

He enjoyed learning what people thought of him, it made him happy that his little visage of a fool worked well. He knew how she returned, his notes on Essence Transfer having given him a well enough look into how one could return from the dead. She was a woman who was not shocked by the current galactic time, atleast not that he could tell, which means she knew the time well. Then she brought up his interest of the lives of the many over the lives of the few.

"I can't turn back time and undo what you did to the woman who's body you inhabit now. Essence Transfer once completed is absolute so do not mistake my understanding of powerlessness to be sacrificing the life of the few for the many. Had I my way, I would have intercepted you and ensured we both died to spare the woman you inhabit now... but i can't so it doesn't matter anymore." He paused to think about what else she said and that she was more than happy to leave this place. That made him a bit happier as it meant these people would at least be safe for an hour or two longer.

"You know, these people aren't simple sheep. Among them are intelligent and strong hearted people. There is likely even one strong enough to use the force here if someone looked hard enough. Calling them simple sheep for wanting to live out their lives in freedom is rather stupid..." He pushed off of the wall and walked between her and the door with a smile. "And as for refraining from threatening you in the future, that isn't going to happen. You are still a Sith and your methods are still deplorable. Your people are creatures that do not understand the emotions that make someone alive and happy, only your twisted sense of Joy. The Jedi may be stupid, the bulk of them idealist or those with sticks up their ass. But at least they can show empathy for those around them."

His hand twitched as he dropped the seeds back into their bags.

"Now come along... im watching you till you are off this planet. The Jedi know me well enough to not ask questions and i don't need you causing a fight with them when i can help avoid fighting at all."

She could think what she wanted, think him a fool or weak. Either way his hand would continue to twist, pulling the force in and around him while he did. He was cautious towards her, as he should be and while he smiled at her it was soon clear that he had no intention of letting her roam without him watching her every move. Even if she denied he would follow and watch her till she was off this planet. She was a being who he knew little about, and even if he was not the strongest of masters, he could hold his own in most circumstances. She was someone who had jusst returned to life, yet he could easily feel she was connected to the force quite completely.