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

[Briah Song]

Location: Silver Jedi Headquarters, Korriban
Objective: Ready defences, resist temptations
Allies: Order Of The Silver Jedi
Enemies: Invading Sith
Post: 1/38

It had been at least a month of long labour on the surface of converted Korriban, and Auron Song, young Apprentice to the Silver Jedi Order, grew restless and tired amidst the wake of his evolving environment. Healing a whole world was hard work, impossible from Auron's young perspective, but still he had come. His mother had begged him not to, and even appealed to the Jedi Council not to allow her son to go into the perils of former Sith Space for fear of his unrefined abilities within the Force, but alas her efforts was rendered fruitless and no response had been received. The Songs were once a proud family, famous across all Jedi history, but their scars never truly recovered from the wounds of their past, and now they were barely considered by others.

Thus Auron had come to Korriban; to help the broken world become whole again, to heal its people, and to, perhaps naively, make the Song Dynasty a family to believe in and be proud of once more. The work was hard and long, and took a great deal of energy from him, but he hoped that in committing such effort to the noble Jedi cause he would grow as a Jedi himself, become stronger and perhaps even earn a place as a student to one of the renowned Masters of the Order. The longer he spent upon Korriban's surface, the more he began to understand deeper truths pertaining to the Force, and such truths began to change him. The arrogance and vanity of his youth had begun to fade in place of tougher emotion shrouded in a somewhat melancholic and grim disposition. He no longer styled his hair as he once used to, and instead it had grown out and long, accompanied now with a small beard. He always looked so tired. He felt this planet was starting to niggle at the corner of his mind, but he said nothing. Instead, he pushed on, dedicated to his cause and the cause of his people, of his Order.

Then the sirens came. At first, panic and anxiety overcame him, as though he had been waiting for something to shock his very core up until that very moment, and the building tension, that he had been otherwise totally unaware of, reached a climax that shattered his soul. As moments passed, he found his centre, closing his eyes and breathing slowly, deeply and calmly amidst the chaos of his surroundings.
Remember your teachings, he told himself inwardly, and his eyes shot open. He knew where he needed to be.
"Master [member="Jericho"]!" he yelled as he ran into the Jedi command centre. "What's going on? Is it Sith? What can I do?"

 

[Junko Ike]

Location: Stygian Caldera
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Test Silver Jedi Robes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHO6rcn3_7Q&list=PLA228954A2C297B44&index=2​

Junko was looking at things, they had come to the Caldera to test out different things, thanks to Matsu who had been working to make them new armor, new equipment and new ships that were developed. They wanted to get all of the big things handled to provide new support where it would be needed and one of them was to use new gear with the army the old Silver Sanctum had commissioned. It would take time and time had passed since it was bought and paid for. Tens of millions to provide entire companies and fill fleets for the Silvers to send into comflicts. Given the wealth of barren worlds that no longer had being on them in the Caldera and its levels of isolation and protection the idea of creating colonies and outposts here. They had started the process early on releasing seeder ships to land on planets and start manufacturing, now they could get some of those returns as ships and carriers were being brought with them as the screen flashed, klaxons blared and Jericho's distress signal came through alerting them. Junko was looking at what force she had while starting to assign them.

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Velok the Younger"]

KORRIBAN
Aboard the XoXaan-class Star Destroyer Aeten's Maw

Grimoire marched across the bridge aisle flanked by bridge staff pits towards the observation balcony. In front of the balcony was a panoramic transparasteel blast window that looked out to the bloated rust coloured orb known as Korriban - tomb world of the Sith. Grimoire wore a red durasteel armor set, such was her inclined color, and above it a dark robe that cut short at the sleeves. Reaching the very end of the balcony she gazed down at the world. Her lips bent into a frown. The expansion of the Silver Jedi sect was a surprise - much more importantly a grave threat. Not just to the ambitions of the Sith group she had found herself in, but, her own personal ambitions. The caldera needed to be free for the future to be secured.

She folded her arms in contemplation. The pits behind her began to sing with alarms and busy officers crying out commands. No doubt they have noticed us. Grimoire growled in her thoughts. Spinning about she marched away from the planet's visage and approached a holodeck. Pointing to the holo-transmission officer she ordered him to patch a hologram to Velok, where ever he was on the ship. Grimoire's appearance was transported along with her words.

"Our presence has been identified. Shall I prepare for surface assault?" Grimorie hissed into the holographic transmitter.

 

[Munin]

Korriban - Eight Miles East of Jedi Temple

There was something demonstrably creepy about this planet.

He’d been to desert worlds before, planets that were nothing but hulking ruins of what had probably once been a fine civilization, but Korriban...Korriban was something entirely different. There was something in the air that put someone ill at ease, something in the sands that made every step feel heavier. Munin didn’t like it. The atmosphere on this world reminded him of his time within the orphanages, memories that were now more than ever better left untouched until they were needed.

The Information Broker frowned slightly as he crouched behind the small rock alcove, lips pressed thin as he considered what was happening now. He had originally come here for a simple meeting with a man that he and Huginn had propped up inside of what had then been the Silver Sanctum Coalition. He was coming into his own and had finally garnered a little bit of power, priming him for further funding and training but…

Well things had gone awry.

At first Munin hadn’t really recognize what was happening, mostly because he had no military training or anything resembling such things, but eventually the intercepted message he’d received from an orbital station had made things obvious for even him. It seemed that the Silver Jedi Order was, not for the first time, under assault.

Bad for them, inconvenient for Munin.

The meeting that had been set was immediately cancelled, the man sent back towards his place.

Munin however was not so lucky, and in matter of fact was now stuck on Korriban. The smuggler who was supposed to pick him up would not arrive for several hours, and with this...ruckus, perhaps he would not be arriving at all. The information Broker frowned again, looking towards the small bag that he had brought with him.

He had a blaster, half a dozen drones, his datapad, and a few random tools that he had suspected would be helpful. Munin shook his head slightly as he drew the bag over to himself and pulled out one of the small drones. He fumbled with the tiny droid for a few moments then tossed it into the air. There was a slight chirp, and then the drone began to hover in place. It shifted for a moment, then went zooming off the cliff-side.

The Broker watched it for a moment, then sat down behind the alcove once more, wishing that Spark was here to explain to him why everybody cared about this stupid dirtball so much.

 

[Jericho]

Location: Command Center
Objective: Ready defenses and organize units
Allies: OSJ
Enemies: Sith


Jericho was focused coordinating with the captain, the more he spoke to the captain the more he realized how under qualified he was in leading the defenses for the main city. His main expertise was leading charges or covert operations, leading small teams for gurreilla tactics and hunting sith. Jericho let out a worried breath, he wasn't as charismatic as Connor Harrison or the other masters to be doing but he couldn't show that. As a council member it was his responsibly to assume the leadership role in times like these. It was a then a voice called out to him a young jedi that he was unfamiliar with that reminded him that there was a number of young jedi here as well as masters. The warrior rubbed the chin of his mask and had to focus on the jedi. "I trust you with the battle plans captain for the defenses. Get all non-combative personnel to safety areas and have all medical personnel and jedi healers prepped and ready for all incoming injured."

He then faced the padawan that had approached him. "We are not sure yet, young one." The monster sized man to him, his voice calm but booming. As he was about to ask who the young one was and identify his set skill and place him to the appropriate position, Jericho was cut off by an officer. "Ships are nearing orbit master Jericho." The warrior let out a disgruntled sigh and placed a finger onto the overhead intercom. "Attention Silvers! All padawans focus on the safety of the civilians and managing escape routes, avoid combat unless necessary and must be accompied by a knight or master ranks, please delegate. All other available Knight level or higher Jedi head to the gates and prepare for battle." The warrior commanded. Did he word it right? Was he confusing? He wasn't very good with words he was more a man of action. Hopefully the captain would make this more clear for him when things got messy. He looked over to the young padawan and judged that he was ready for battle, green, but ready, hopefully he wasn't wrong in this judgement. "Join me young one, we head for the gates. Steel your mind and stay close to me or another master. If you stay close to me follow every order on point, understood?"

[member="Auron Song"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Incoming.
ALLIES: [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Grimoire"] | [member="Sumiko Tanaka"] ? | [member="Enyo Typhos"] ?
ENEMIES: Jedi...hi guys

Matsu wasn’t particularly loyal one way or another to preserving the idea of the Sith, nor their artifacts or planets of old. She was what she was by virtue of nature and nurture, not a love for some idea of brotherhood or tradition. She had no inherent problem with Jedi at face value - perhaps she pitied them slightly for the way they tethered themselves to mediocrity, but she didn’t hate them simply because they were Jedi. She didn’t even care that they’d taken over some orange planet she’d only set foot on once or twice before. She just hated the Silver Jedi.

She settled in to the yawning hum of the ship under her feet as it tilted to breach Korriban’s atmosphere, getting lost in the only sound she associated with space. The dozens of other rag-tag arrivals dropped out of hyperspace around her, a many-faced machine ugly in its infancy but potentially a more selective machine than its predecessors. Besides the chance to once again watch the Silver Jedi suffer at her hand, the patchwork group of hedonists was her reason to once more throw her Children in to the fray. She could hear the Undead rattling around in the freight housing below and behind her, another borrowed space-behemoth gutted by her hungry monstrosities. The cabins were filled to bursting, their frenzy wild with new stimulus.

“My Lady!” came the frenzied near-shriek of a crewman who seemed to collect himself just as he reached her. “M-my lady. The...creatures in Cabin B have figured out how to the bay door works and are trying to work together to lift it. We fear that the...the Abomination in there will help them and we will have a breach.”

She turned her head to stare at him, perpetually amber eyes calculating his worth to her in the future.
Then she turned her gaze to the woman standing directly behind him.

“You. Throw Lieutenant Oswald here and a few others in to Cabin B. That will keep my Children busy long enough to land on the planet.”

The woman was smart enough to nod despite Oswald’s sudden panic. Matsu turned her head back to the viewport as Oswald was dragged away kicking and screaming by several other crew members, Korriban looming larger and larger in front of her.

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

Location: Stygian Caldera
Allies: [member="Junko Ike"]
Nearby: [member="Junko Ike"]

Standing beside her employer, Kat watched her work. Hired to protect her, there was one condition of her employment. Kill no civilians. With this in mind, she had her blasters set to stun, a pistol in its holster abd the carbine in hand.

 

[Briah Song]

Location: Silver Jedi Headquarters, Korriban
Objective: Ready defences, resist temptations
Allies: Order Of The Silver Jedi
Enemies: Invading Sith
Post: 2/38

Master [member="Jericho"]'s voice commanded authority and respect with just a few words, and they resonated through the ragtag rally of Jedi Padawans and Knights who followed his command, all of whom began immediately to tend to their newly assigned duties with upmost urgency. When the Master spoke to Auron, he listened intently to each word, taking them on with sincere and heavy conviction. In these moments, responsibility was placed upon him and the gravity of such hit him immediately. Any anxiety or hesitation that may have consumed him was instantly cleansed by the surge of adrenaline that washed over him. His eyes locked onto Master Jericho, Auron breathed in deeply through his nose once, and his hand reached for the lightsaber that hung at his belt, removing it from its rung and clinging onto it firmly as he exhaled out through his mouth.
"I'm ready."

Outside, chaos had begun to ensue as civilian denizens of the newly constructed Korriban city panicked and fled in any direction they could find, lacking any understanding of what was happening beyond the word 'danger'. Slowly, Padawans began to add the desperately needed guidance and help to the cacophony of alarm and terror around them, and the crowds in the immediate area calmed, opening up the roads for the Jedi to make their way through the city towards the main gates. Above, black behemoths of metal and flame screeched along the sky, and there was a wash of something unknown and intimidating in the air and along the very planet itself. It was as though the arrival of the Sith was being welcomed back by Korriban, as if it yearned for its true masters to return. Auron felt a rush of terror.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Hangar Bay, SJO HQ, Korriban
A: [member="Jericho"] | [member="Auron Song"]
E: None directly (The Sith)
Post I

The Bith sighed as he heard the klaxons blare in the hangar bay. Sith were coming to Korriban...again. He'd just been helping load some old clay tablets aboard his vessel. That'd been his whole reason for coming.

Plans for a quick in-and-out were now out the airlock. He heard the voice of Jericho over the comm system requesting all able Jedi. That includes me, I suppose. The Bith gestured to the droids and told them to finish loading the tablets carefully and seal the cargo ramp.

"I will be back later," he said over his shoulder "And be careful."

It occurred to him that he might be too pedantic as he strode through the hangar's entrance. No, haste makes waste. You couldn't replace such ancient materials. Nothing about his thoughts struck him as odd despite possibly facing down death.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Grimoire"]

SPACE OVER KORRIBAN

The XoXaan carried eight big dropships, enough to land an army on top of what the assault transports were already bringing down the well. "Launch at your convenience, Lady Grimoire," Velok snarled. He wasn't in the best of moods. Apparently the Silver Jedi had used farsight and precognition yet again; reports indicated that large numbers of tiny defense platforms had been deployed at worlds that he'd selected as crucial. Had just been deployed, so he'd need to think on his clawed feet. "And by 'at your convenience,' I mean please hurry. I need this flotilla's flexibility soonest."

His attention returned to a pair of holographic maps: the Korriban system, and the Stygian Caldera as a whole. The Sith Order had planted surveillance transceivers and decryption gear at several crucial worlds just barely in advance of the Silver Jedi incursion. The transceivers' 100-light-year range, however, only gave tiny snapshots, just enough to cover major intersections and choke points. In real time, he watched traffic intensify at certain junctures.

The flotilla continued to steam toward Korriban, toward a low orbit but moving very quickly.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Exploration/None
In Proximity: [member="Judah Lesan Jr."]
Post: 9/38

Nor should you, Teynara thought reflectively, vaguely amused at the idea that one should outright reject the darkness, or those that practiced it. We're all mortal, all caught up in beliefs that we have been taught: with the right push, any of us could become our opposite, or something else entirely. Though much of what the Sith did was misguided, Leos had proven to her that the Sith often felt that, too: many of those that stood apart from the rest did so without consideration for the broader ideals, much as the more militant Jedi did within the Order. Ironic to think that the centre is often defined by the outliers.

She wasn't sure whether it was worth articulating those thoughts to Judah: too many Jedi simply saw the enemy when they thought of the Sith. Teynara felt differently: to her, they were their wayward brothers and sisters, walking down the wrong path even when their intentions were good - as, it turned out, was often the case. Some of them see their methodology as a means of establishing order in the galaxy, and through a sense of order comes peace. This, too, was something they shared with the Jedi: after all, thwarting chaos and reducing conflict was all a means of establishing order, was it not?

It struck her once again that so much of the conflict between the two groups stemmed from ancient history and vast misunderstandings. So much might be resolved with an open dialogue. Provided everyone didn't try so hard to kill each other once the meeting started. She could certainly see that happening, particularly given the zealous behaviour of the more militant members of the Order, those who believed the Sith to be abominations to be destroyed on sight.

"Absolutes exist among the Jedi just as much as they do among the Sith, Judah," the blonde observed calmly, knowing that much might perhaps have stood as obvious, but was often ignored by many Jedi. "We're very good at painting the Sith as evil, but this demands that we see ourselves as 'good', which is often a conceit as big as any the Sith hold for themselves." Teynara shrugged slightly, her expression one of slight indifference. "And I don't believe anyone truly 'falls', as you call it. They simply make other choices. Were our philosophy less rigid, perhaps they would find the flexibility that they eventually sought elsewhere," she added further.

It was an odd thing: so many saw 'fallen' Jedi to be worse than the Sith: those that turned their back on the ideals of the Order so that they might follow their own path. And yet we never stop to ask ourselves whether we failed in our duty to them - it's always assumed to be the other way around, as if the person had become corrupted or tainted. As a Healer, she couldn't see it that way: they weren't suffering from mental illness or disease. They made a choice, and it was one that drew them away from us. So which had failed more: the individual, or the Jedi?

Teynara couldn't help but think it was the latter, more often than not.

"You shouldn't care any less for those that have moved away from us," she said, watching Judah intently. No doubt she was crossing into dangerous territory, but sometimes that was what was needed. "We never really move away from our core selves: we simply grow more into it. If they felt that the Jedi could not achieve whatever goals they felt were necessary for us, of course they would fall." After all, we have always limited ourselves as a means of preventing that which we ultimately created. "I've often wondered: if the Jedi were successful in creating the peace we seek, would the Sith be necessary? And if the Sith succeeded in their goals, would we?" It was a question that she'd pondered rather considerably after talking with Leos. "And could we not compromise, find a balance between darkness and the light? Would that not put an end to our conflict?"

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Incoming
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Velok the Younger"]
Enemies: The Kingdom of Jerusalem...no the Coalition of the Willing...err, Jedi.


And in the year 849 of the Calendar of Darkness, the Sith Caliph looked upon the Unholy Land and found that it was in great distress, for hosts of infidels besmirched it with their foul presence, desecrating the ancestral homeworld of the Sith. Knowing that this state of affairs needed to be rectified, he proclaimed a Sith Jihad. One Sith, Rule of Two Sith, Lost Sith and misc. unaffiliated Sith were commanded to assemble a vast armada and stain the deserts of Korriban with the blood of the unbelievers. The only ones not invited were the Revanites. Those who were martyred in battle would be rewarded in Chaos.


Well, in actual fact things were far less melodramatic and theatrical. A rag-tag Sith fleet was being unleashed upon the Silver Jedi-occupied Sith homeworld. Smaller Sith groups would be wreacking havoc on other worlds in Caldera. If the Jedi occupiers were toppled, good. If the Sith Intifada failed, the insurgents could return to the shadows and strike elsewhere.


Enyo was quiet when the ship moved to breach the tomb world's atmosphere in order to reach its target. Her expression was pensive and thoughtful. The clone felt no loyalty towards the Sith faith or any desire to protect the burial grounds of ancient, long-dead Dark Lords. Truth be told, her animosity towards the Jedi was not even personal, though she loathed everything the sanctimonious hypocrites stood for. But, no, they were not her real target.


Her real target wore the face that stared back at her every time she looked in the mirror. One day, Siobhan Kerrigan would be ground into dust beneath her heel. How far was the clone willing to go to accomplish this goal? Evidently very far, if the company she now kept was any indication. If you stare long enough into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you. A chill ran down her spine when Xiangu's minion was dragged away to feed her undead pets.


Enyo had seen the woman's handiwork on Serenno, when she drowned the planet in a zombie apocalypse. The woman wore malevolence like a cloak. She reminded Enyo of an insidious spider that trapped its prey in a web and ensnared them, toying with them until they were devoured. She could not help be both deeply repulsed and fascinated. Above all, the Witch was Siobhan's enemy. Enyo had been on Shador, though by the time she came, the two Force Masters had long been evacuated by their respective minions. Enyo'd been left with taking in the apocalyptic battleground.


Her eyes turned to the viewport. Korriban loomed large ahead of them. She took a breath, trying to calm her nerves. The clone did not have her sister's experience or power and was realistic enough to admit this. She could not match her....yet. In order to do so, she needed power. The strong do as they will, and the weak suffer what they must. Such was the way of the universe.


Her eyes darted once more to Xiangu. How did you initiate conversation with a Master of the Force who could raise the dead, put you into a coma or turn into a gibbering wreck by destroying your mind? Yes, she was more than a little intimidated. "So...I hear you fought my sister. I was on Shador...shortly after you two were gone...my Lady." Well, that was probably not the most elegant way, but, hey, she was less than two years old.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Daragon-class Colony Corvette Shadow Runner, somewhere in the Stygian Caldera
Objective: Explore the Caldera
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Unknown attackers

[11/38]

Hopefully fast enough, anyways. Noa turned his gaze from Gir before the magnate began to wander around the bridge, peering at the various screens. Gir wondered if the man actually knew what he is looking at or if he was blindly looking around for a clue to the actual situation. I suppose that could describe more than one of us though. Shaking his head, Gir turned his attention back to the tactical readout with its dancing array of icons. The gunships had become more organized, advancing and retreating in waves as they probed the Runner's defenses. While the ship's guns had so far managed to drive their unknown attackers back, a quick glance at the shield's readout screen told him that they were almost on the verge of breaking through several sections of shielding. Gir zoomed in on the sections, noting where they were weakest.

"Pakta, what are we doing about those rear shields?"

The black-furred trianii spared him an almost feral glance, "Diverting energy from some of the stronger bow shields to boost the recharge rate of the local projectors."

"Going to take a few minutes?"

"Two or less," said the shield's operator, "until the shields reach moderate strength."

"We'll be at the jump point by then," chimed in Narvik.

Not much we can really do then. Gir considered ordering his defensive guns to focus their firepower in that area, but such a move would also indicate to their enemies that those areas of the shields were vulnerable. At the moment, his gunners appeared to be doing an adequate job of fending off their opponents. It didn't make much sense then to interrupt their rhythm as a precaution for something that may or may not work. Gir resigned himself to simply observing the actions as the Shadow Runner sped to its jump point. Every second lingered as Gir watched the enemy ships attempt to prey on his vessel. Yet the time finally came when he felt a subtle shift in the gravity beneath him, signaling that the Runner was safely in the realm of hyperspace. He let out a muted sight as he began to fully delve into the ship's diagnostic systems as well as the department reports on the action as they filtered in.

"Sir?"

Gir turned his attention to Narvik.

"Yes?"

"I think I know where our attackers came from."

 

[Syn]

Location: Korriban Tombs
Allies: [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Jericho"] [member="Auron Song"] [member="Nagate Hei"] [member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

The sounds came to him, he had been training Nagate in the tombs of the planet in how to fight darkside creatures. Corbos where he normally resided and fought in the pits for the leviathan. Teaching the younger generations when you could and assembling with the others who would be able to work on a number of things. Then the sound came from the comlink and standing there he spoke to the boy. "Move back towards the base, we'll finish the lessons later." He was looking at things and moving quickly towards the entrance of the tomb as his gear was light but the jedi master could feel the possible fight in his blood as it boiled. He was sensing witht he force everything around him while looking out across the area and moving to link up with Jericho and they could go smashy smashy on whatever was brought.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Contingencies; that was the true path to success.

Plan forward in broad strokes and adapt the details depending on the circumstances. In this situation, Tai Fa already recognized the great peril of inserting his public identity and assets into an endeavor that had a high possibility of failure; so in the past months, leading up to this singular operation, he ensured a number of things.

Most of it revolved around putting up a number of barriers between the current doings and his own persona.

Shell companies, falsified transponders, ghost personas and other means would make sure that even if this did not succeed, Lord Fa could continue to work on his projects in relative peace.

Without having to worry about Lightside Zealots burning his metaphoric house down in the middle of the night.

"Began, our ploy has.​

Our hand will be revealed soon.​

Shadows melt away."​

The peacock sat back - as usual he appropriated a more ranged approach to this particular problem of theirs. His little shipping concern had established respectable routes throughout the Sith Worlds. Now; one by one, assets were being diverted from scheduled lanes and onto different locations.

It would be a slow process, but a steady one. With the bulk of the Sith's hammer falling on Korriban, the Silvers would probably be more focused there anyway.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

LOCATION: Incoming.
ALLIES: [member="Velok the Younger"] | @Grimoire | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
ENEMIES: Jedi...hi guys :wub:

Silas briefly wondered how one kept the morale strong, when you fed your own people to your beasts.

This brief ponder chiefly disappeared when the Ysanna realized this was exactly the kind of thing his father would have frowned against, this realization made him smile just a touch, before casting another wide look around the crew and their increased ferocity in tackling the tasks set forth for them by their Lord.

In the meanwhile, Enyo and Xiangu could have their little words.

He was more interested in the sharp edge of his axe and the prospects of a good fight.

"I don't suppose I could point one out and send 'em to the cargo bay?" Silas mumbled over to Matsu, while testing the axe with a thumb, grinning when some blood welled up. Sharp enough. The lad was one of the few people who probably could talk as casual as he did with Xiangu, without earning a swift death himself.

Courtesy of being part of the family, one way or the other.

Only thing that would have made this better was Onley's presence, but his friend had seemed interested in broadening his skills - something about the... diplomatic route?

It had only earned a non-committal shrug. Silas knew where his strengths were.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: To Korriban! To SJO HQ!
Objective: Pick me! Pick me!
[member="Connor Harrison"]

Perhaps the red alert of the Sith attack would've alerted more Jedi to the planet Korriban.

There had been a Jedi who had fought Orcus at the Battle of Ruusan. He couldn't kill his Master, would he face him here? There was a chance. The Force had an odd way of putting you in front of those that you wanted to encounter. Normally, it required long periods of waiting, training, but he was Sith. He bent the Force to his will. If it did not bend, it would break, and oh how malleable the Force was.

His would be opponent would come. Perhaps not to him directly, but Athyssius would find him when he came.

How could he resist the temptation?

He had gone headfirst to face his Master. Few Jedi could resist the allure of the Dark Side. Whether it was to succumb or to combat it, it didn't matter.

Regardless, he wanted to be noticed.

The Daisya Infiltrator didn't cloak as it was angled to the dusty planet below. If he wasn't stopped, he'd merely destroy their puny cities.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Grimoire"] [member="Syn"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] Miss anyone?

Location: Korriban, Orbit. Aboard Xo'Xann Hades​

Role: Fleet, (Come at me bro!)​

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Manifest​

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1x- Xo'Xaan SD​

4x Marauder class Corvettes​

2x Privateer Class Frigates​

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The Time was ripe to strike. With ground forces already pouring from the initial assault vessel they were beginning their assault. Vassara hung in the rear, just a microjump away watching the action. Much of the Jedi forces were scattered to and fro. There were engagements on multiple fronts, which would require careful calculation. Like a grandmaster watching a chess board her yellow eyes pierced the darkness of dank and haunted bridge.​

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"Bring up the relay traffic. Give me tactical readouts."​

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Xanther, her mutated half human half bug servant nodded, waving with his eight arms. The Hades was packed with pods of her new virus. A virus that seeped into the DNA of organisms, causing rapid change, the growth of exo skeletons and in some cases insanity so fierce, subjects killed themselves. It was by no means a finished product, and her new swarm minions were still undergoing development with each conflict.​

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"Velok and Grimoire have launched their assaults, with Lord Matsu's elements."​

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This was a critical moment. Below decks her plague pods were packed with swarm minions, mutilated corpses and sloshing amounts of gore and ichor. They were essentially escape pods filled with virus bearing agents.​

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"Excellent, jump in close to the system. Give me a battle line at the equator. Prepare Plague pods for launch."​

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The Hyperdrives had been spun for time, and as the command was given she felt the familiar lurch behind her gut and a sensation of compressing then erlongating. In a brilliant flash her small fleet burst from the black in synchronized formation. The other vessels were hired guns, an arm of the Blazing Chains Pirates.​

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"Jump Complete."​

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"Open a channel to all friendly forces. Encrypted, labelled Tactical comms. Launch Plague pods!"​

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"Yes Mistress!"​

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From the flanks of the Hades a ghastly green glow emanated. Vassara sank into her plain steel throne atop the catwalk of her bridge. Both eyes remained open, but her conscious mind sank into the depths of the force. There was lingering panic and pain from the previous engagements flowing across the stars into her matrix. Dark energies stirred, coursing through her body, using her like a conduit.​

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A small amount of concentration soon snowballed into a fierce frenzy of pulsating waves. Each wave dripped with dread as the darkside fed into her. ​

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A static field of force fear began to grow, enveloping everything near the Hades. It was in it's infancy. In a few more hours, she would see the field engulf the planet, causing chaos and disruption, lending power to her allies.​

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The panic of the citizens seeing flaming pods strike the surface of their world. Creatures emerging and lashing out, devouring everything in their path.​

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"Contact Matsu, Inform her she has command of any swarm units produced by the Plague pods. Cordon off the area, do not allow infection of the general populace. We must only assimilate a small sample of the innocent. No large scale destruction."
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On the surface the plagued monsters began to coordinate, following Xanthers Hive mind as he manoeuvred them and opened communication with Matsu.​

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"Stand bye all elements."​

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She had committed what she had in a bold striking move. Hopefully it would draw the Jedi from the shadows. When they got here, she had a special surprise for them.​

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Pulling up to the party.
ALLIES: [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Silas of Ossus"] | [member="Darth Raxis"]
ENEMIES: Jedi

The ship cleared atmosphere, barreling downwards with a contingency of dozens of Sith bearing some of the most despicable weapons and plans imaginable. Matsu had no time for those who went in to this endeavor assuming it was futile. She was extremely calculated and looked at a situation from all angles. She accepted the possibility of defeat. But she’d seen a few of their group overly concerned with that chance. She would give it everything she had, and that was all that was on her mind.

That and the woman who looked disturbingly like one of her greatest enemies, if not the greatest. Siobhan meant more to her than Valiens despite the state of her jaw - Siobhan was personal. And yet the other woman was Enyo. Matsu didn’t have the full story yet but the offer of more corpses for her army was all she had needed to accept pushing her questions back for the time being. She heard Enyo’s voice, trying to disassociate it from Kerrigan’s desperately, feeling rage lurk and well up her throat - when Silas’ question saved her from snapping. “Of course Silas,” she said, looking to him. “Just be sure it’s someone who isn’t currently very useful.”

True, Ovmar most likely would have disapproved of that particular behavior. But she only fed people to her Children if they were weak and otherwise useless and Oswald and undoubtedly been both. She didn’t have a crew so they could ask her questions about what should be done - they were supposed to have those answers so she might focus on more important things. Besides, she found it most useful to rule through a combination of love and fear; her people would love her enough to crave her respect, and fear her enough to do everything in their power to please her. She watched Silas making his careful selection, a flare of affection curling in her chest for her son’s closest friend that centered her enough to look to Enyo again.

So strange. Her tone was much cooler towards the woman as opposed to Silas.

“Your sister? But yes...not for the first time. Shador was our last meeting however,” she offered, tilting her head, an animal considering her prey. “I hope that once our business is done here, you will sit with me and tell me more of yourself and your...sister.”

As it was, things were about to get messy. The surface was rapidly approaching, Darth Raxis’ “man” buzzing in her ear. She didn’t know the Sith lady all that well, but at the meeting preceding this rebellion Matsu’s interest had been peaked. Being informed she had control of what was no doubt a swarm of disgusting creatures was like being handed a perfectly wrapped gift.

As the ship spun to find a good place to set down on the sands of Korriban, Matsu looked to Silas. “I took the liberty of putting several of my more...beastly Children in a small room next to Cabin A for your amusement. They will not attack you, and I think you’ll find them useful.”

“Enyo...if you’d like to accompany me…”

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Where the nice, scary Zombie Queen is
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Silas of Ossus"], [member="Velok the Younger"]
Enemies: Jedi infidels.


Enyo could feel the rage radiating from Xiangu. Anger directed against her sister...but that could easily be directed against the clone who wore the face of Kerrigan and shared her DNA. It was so strong that it was palpable, like a physical force. Her hatred was as potent as the venom of a cobra.


For a moment, the clone feared that the Dark Lady would lash out against her or snap. However, then Matsu proceeded to give instructions to what seemed to be one of her underlings, as far as Enyo knew. The clone did not miss the cold tone when Matsu addressed her. The look she gave her reminded Enyo of a predator assessing its prey, pondering whether to devour it or not. Her place in the hierarchy was quite clear.


The insidious spider had the power to tear her apart if she so desired. However, despite being rather disconcerted, Enyo's expression never wavered. She met the Sith's almost black eyes, not averting her gaze. It was unwise to let fear overrule sense when dealing with predators. Fear was the little mind-killer, the slow death.


"I am sure time for a chat can be found. I'd be glad to speak to someone who injured her so much, Lady," Enyo spoke. Her tone was not fawning, but measured and factual. She had heard the news reports. Siobhan had been grievously wounded on Shador. "You hate Siobhan a lot. So do I. I wear her face, but I am nothing like my sister," she added, tone firmer now. There was an almost feral glint in her cold eyes when these words left her lips. Enyo quite deliberately referred to Siobhan as her sister as opposed to her template. It made things less technical and more personal. Perhaps it was an attempt to affirm that she was her own person, and not a 'copy'.


"I shall accompany you." The ship descended down from the heavens like a bird of prey, one whose belly was filled with monstrosities, seeking a place to land on amongst the dunes. The ancient ruins of the Sith loomed large in the distance.


These temples and tombs meant little to the clone though. Archangel had sold contingents of battle droids and HRDs to the Sith Insurrection. Arrangements had been made to ensure they could not be traced back to the machine cult. Enyo was wearing a suit of ultrachrome armour from the old Sith Empire. She slipped on a helmet as the craft began its descent.