Invasion &nbsp; Thou Shall Not Suffer an Empire to Live | AoC invasion of CIS-held Siskeen &amp; Ryloth

Raven Thystle | Corius Harckon |

Kyyrk |

Derek Dib
AoC:

Annasari |

Alwine Daye
Other:

Enlil | Holly Starstorm

As events took a turn and the puzzle pieces all began to fall in place, Alden could not help but to shake his head at the virulence and outright bigotry that spat from the lips of those that had come in the name of the Agents of Chaos. Where he’d not had the evidence to draw a legitimate connection previously, was clear as day now. Piled so high, it was a wonder any of these terrorists and tyrants could even breath. Oh how easy lies slipped through their teeth. How their woman had drenched themselves in such a venom, one might just believe they’d amassed a serpent of childish fervor and hate. It was well known that the very leadership that had formed this sect of violent extremist had been once connected to the Confederacy, but these antics and this demeanor they’d cast, resembled more than anything a child’s tantrum when they hadn’t gotten their way. Is this really what they were? Children throwing tantrums because they didn’t get their ways? Whatever the case, the Confederacy had been wise to push them away. And as the cameras in the room caught all of what had followed @Dereck Dib’s revelation, it was easy for the galaxy to see what had become of these Agents of Chaos. Of how they portrayed themselves as sniveling children holding onto grudges because the Confederacy had seen through their farce. This ill-played charade.

But as each of these tantrum laden children took their turns hurling spiteful jests and smears toward Viceroy Dib and the Confederate delegates, it was all too easy to see their arguments had become baseless, lacking any form of foundations. A platform long sense dissolved at the behest of those who supported its frailty. They’d become so emotionally entangled on personal levels that it would raise an eye if even their own denizens found merit in their antics anymore. That was only if their own people were even allowed to witness the Agents’ very own damnation of themselves.

Alden thumbed around on a datapad which lay in his lap, pulling various documents and filed evidence into varying tabs. Among them were profiles of

Alwine Daye and

Scherezade deWinter from their time within the Confederacy. The years they spent embracing and voluntarily spreading the Confederacy’s benevolent influence among the stars. Alden's mind drew conclusions of times that they’d slighted the Confederacy and been otherwise stricken down for their actions. Of their conniving and their treason plots before they made their jump to building a nation which stood strong against the very right of life - which may or may not have proven true. Yes, other files were pulled too. The very pamphlets disseminated among the galaxy boasting the the Scintilla’s embracing of slavery - a very act they tried to condemn the Confederacy for. But that accusation was baseless and held with it no merit. Not once would they be able to pull legitimate evidence to support their claims to such. It very much seemed as though these Agents that swore they came with neutrality and peace were the type of governance that screamed “do as I say and not as I do.” Funny, considering that was yet another accusation they hurled in the direction of the Confederacy. Funny how they profiled themselves with everyone they proclaimed was slight against the universe. It would be interesting to see what would happen if their people’s eyes were allowed to open to such truths.

It mattered little from this point, however, as these poor souls had already convicted themselves of the transgression they so fervently denied.

Alden’s fist clenched as

Gabriel Volturi threw his very own tantrum in Alden’s eyes. Terrified and angry that he’d been beaten at his own game, yet so foolish as to not realize when he was hopelessly outnumbered. Or perhaps he was just that confident in his abilities in the Force to accept that he could be beaten. And that he would if push came to shove. Yet somehow Alden still carried faith that the Agents might show at least a shimmer of wisdom as these precarious events continued to unfold. A faith that was more likely than not, misplaced.

Next, came the ploys and pleas of some others, deftly refuted by the Confederate delegates, before the seething little wolf whose bark was no doubt stronger than it’s bite. After all, it had now clicked in his mind as to why her face had seemed so familiar. And it hadn’t even taken the profile on the data pad to make the connection. Ah, yes, the two had assisted a young Jedi at the time on New Cov. And Alwine had been venomous there too. So confident in her own abilities, yet blind to those that others may have possessed.

Was a party of childish, raged-filled whelps, the best the Agents of Chaos could offer here? Was this really their play at an agenda to see the powers of the galaxy turn on and lay into the galaxy? A personal vendetta begrudgingly held to heart by a handful of their agents that steered the course for their band of renegades, terrorists and criminals? The shrouded vale would be so then even paper could cut through it.

Finally Alden stood; he would bite his tongue no more. He would see the Confederacy’s name smeared no more. And he would see the Viceroy’s honor challenged no further. Even with the easily unraveled, emotionally driven accusational insults thrown forth by the Agents, Alden would see that his words were heard. In conjunction with the words ushered by the rest of the Confederacy and the will of the Siskeeni peoples. He would blanket them with a truth that may very well make them question their own reasons for taking the actions they took.

Gabriel Volturi demanded his attention first as the man had so unwisely taken the first shot among those convened. “You defend yourself against actions you say you did not commit, as the honorable @Visanj T’shkali pointed out, yet you then seek to use those very actions here and now. Are you so blind that you can not truly see how it is you have condemned yourself?” There was an air of concern in Alden’s voice regarding how troubled the man must be to be so ignorant as to commit the very atrocity he so adamantly denied. The Agents had not established themselves as champions of diplomacy in the galaxy yet, and with these steps, it was easy to see why. “I urge you to reconsider the path you have chosen. This does not need to end in bloodshed. You know this, as should everyone gathered here.” He paused a moment. “It’s scary to be cast as the very thing you’ve sworn to root out and destroy, but it only takes a moment to correct those actions. I compel you to delve on this and trust that you’ll make the right choice in the end. There is a truth that’s been coated so heavily in a lie that I hope I can open your eyes to so that you may yet again see.”

He turned to

Enlil , the man was here for reasons not one among them could really say at this point. He had no connection to either the Confederacy nor the Agents that Alden had been able to uncover and as such held no weight in his words here any further. He was but a jealous child awash in shadows, begging to be noticed. “You would do well to recognize your place,” he began. “You are neither of the Agents of Chaos nor are you over the Confederacy. And you do not speak for the Siskeeni so I fail to see what value you hope to bring.” Alden closed his eyes momentarily and reopened them with a renewed vigor. “Your duty was to man the door and disarm any and all arrivals to ensure the safety and security of this conference. An assignment you unequivocally failed to accomplish. You’d be wise to assure your diligence in your own duties prior to trying to circumvent the authority of the one duly elected here.”

Finally, he turned to the wolf in the room, @Awine Lechner, giving her a smile he knew she would not accept. “How easily lies and deceit flows forth from your tongue is disturbing. I denied it in my minuscule dealings with you in the past as you once selflessly served the Confederacy you now condemn. You showed compliance in the very actions you try to condemn the Confederacy of now.” A sadness took over his voice for a moment. “Has the Confederacy really slighted so? So that you’d run off to join that which the words you’ve spoken say you condemn? That you’d follow another former member of the Confederacy in her emotionally driven grudge against the Confederacy that she’d use a blanket of lies to condemn thousands, if not millions, to their death simply to satisfy her thirst for revenge. It’s clear as day to see there is no platform to support this war the Agents of Chaos wish to spread beyond that of a personal vendetta.

If there was substance to this war you seek to rage against me and my people, against the free peoples that have for so long happily called the Confederacy home, you would not accuse the Confederacy of offenses that fully and whole-heartedly embraced at your home on this Scintilla as you’ve called it.” He pulled the data pad in front of him and began to pull up various documents which held the proof of the words he spoke. “You’ve condemned and accused our sovereign nation of slavery, yet this edict condones, and even praises its existence among the very heart of those you call your own. Should this not give you reason to condemn them?” He pulled up a video shot of the Golden Lance and its preparation to fire on a population of innocents accompanied by the threat of you have 8 minutes then scrolled to another clip captured even more recently and published to the Confederate Defense Force encrypted network. It showed an Agents of Chaos fleet firing on vessels in orbit. “You say you come for peace yet you begin with aggression. It is the fleets of those who support your cause that fire upon the humanitarian efforts to evacuate a people from the a city threatened to be incinerated by the very rebels you just connected the Agents of Chaos to in your jest as to how you were originally going to turn your attention from our borders after Ryloth. Or did you not think we could draw such connections?

You can claim all you want to that the Confederacy operates under the mantra of ‘do as I say and not as I do,’ but it’s far from believable when that exact description is what paints the portrait of your people.

And please do not even try to plead your innocence that you were not involved in the current happenings of Ryloth. It is not a good look to continue burying yourselves under the lies. You just admitted it. That along with your party’s complete lack of emotion or surprise at the beheading which began all of what’s unfolded on Ryloth. You all painted yourselves in this light from the start and only dug you holes deeper with each passing moment.”

His attention turned to the rest of the room now, though heavily directed toward those who supported the Agents. “If it is a mantle built of lies and personal revenge that you wish to serve, one that condemns those on a base of falsehoods while their hypocritical nature shines bright, that is for you to decide. We can lead you to the door, but it is you who must walk through it. It is you who must pull the veil from your eyes that you do not fight against what you think you do, but rather that you fight for it.”

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Seraphina Corvinus · May 30, 2020

CIS:

Raven Thystle | Faye Malvern |

Daegon Corvinus | Derek Dib
AoC:

Alwine Daye |

Annasari |

Larentia |

Izwi Kutaurira + Others [Sorry if I missed you!!]
Other: Holly Starstorm |

Enlil
Location: Palace, Pristine City, Olanet [Conference Area/Room/Hall]
Wearing: XXX
Weapons: None

Sometimes, she wished that others could see Daegon as she did. When his rapidly beating heart began to still beneath her touch, she felt some of the tension leave her shoulders. It was as if a weight was slowly being lifted. The rhythmic tapping that had echoed in her mind spelled out an elaborate plan that she only partially understood. There was only one thing she was sure of—One thing she had that had remained strong.

Faith.

She believed in what was right. She believed in laws, justice, faith, and empathy. That was what led her to this venue in the first place. It was obvious that she wasn’t a politician. The slender creature didn’t have the ability to negotiate, nor, did she truly understand the cunning dynamic required to navigate these choppy waters. Everyone in the room seemed to have knowledge she didn’t. About motives, agendas, even the situation on Ryloth. It was maddening.

All she could do was follow her instincts and press a small piece of wisdom, hope, into her husband. She could hear his teeth grinding. Feel his pulse race. It lessened while her aura washed over him. It was soft, unobtrusive, like a cooling rain. As

Derek Dib began to utter a soft piece of poetry that she had never heard before. The cadence was pleasing; however, it was the words she paid attention to. His demeanor. She could feel the sense of betrayal that had risen in Daegon and it was a relief to know that this charade would soon expire. Daegon, her beloved, was likely to have a heart attack if it went on much longer. Soft eyes flickered. The edges were still touched with sadness. Apprehension.

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“I warned you I would do whatever was in the best interest of my people. Our agreement was for talks with the CIS without deadly force being utilized. When I was informed of the AoC striking into confederate space I knew a ploy was needed to protect my system. And still I warned of Ryloth’s attack. I never agreed to support the AoC in any form. And this secession is invalid. What I do, I do for my people. With the authority given me as Viceroy of Siskeen I hereby charge the Agents of Chaos with International Terrorism, Domestic Terrorism, Conspiracy to commit Treason, supporting the Illegal possession of Slaves of higher tier society, aiding and abetting known war criminals, and war crimes committed by Agents of Chaos. You are all under arrest. Please surrender peacefully into my custody.”
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This was not how she wished this day would go. Not exactly. Seraphina felt a swell of relief that was undeniable at the sight of the Confederate Viceroy’s insignia that had been hidden beneath Derek Dib’s lapel. She was less keen about weapons being returned to the floor, though, she understood the necessity. Just because traditional weaponry had been removed from the room didn’t mean there weren’t other ways.

The Force existed. Where it existed? There would always be danger.

The small woman flinched back when

Gabriel Volturi was the first to react. It was, undoubtedly, with violence. Small fingers curled in the front of Daegon’s shirt while her throat suddenly felt dry. Unlike many in the room, she was no combatant, and was thusly afraid. In most instances she had no reason to be. Why did she need to know how to fight when Daegon would always protect her? Viceroy Dib, would not be far behind. Seraphina could only listen in earnest, tucked away, in the crook of Daegon’s arm. This man spoke of honor? Stated that no death would come of today? Death had already arrived. Ryloth, suffered. This group had not cared for the honor of the Confederacy prior to the crimes that

Derek Dib had announced. With every breath, it was besmirched. Now it mattered?

Faye Malvern was far braver than she and advised Mr. Volturi away from making threats. The men that had been thrown so carelessly looked to be injured. Sera could not say how badly and hear heart silently went out to them. They hadn’t deserved such treatment, simply, for obeying a command that hadn’t harmed a soul. Her shoulders remained tight while she watched the scene unfold.

Alwine Daye did not surrender. Neither did

Larentia . Infact—They were vehemently against it.

The eyes of the quiet diathim softened when she realized that Ms. Lechner was walking with a cane. “You already seem injured. Please, do not fight.”, she spoke up, but, her dulcet tones were quickly swept away by the vitriol that began anew. Ms. Lechner, it seemed, was determined. The doorman (

Enlil ) made his threats. Most, were confused by his presence. It was strange that Viceroy Dib did not hold control over whom handled security in his own home, at least, not completely. Perhaps something necessitated it?

Every rebuke that flew through the air seemed to fly in the face of neutral, unbiased, parties. At the end of the day Seraphina was slowly, very slowly, finding a simplicity in the debacle. It didn’t help her find peace with what was happening but it did help her understand. The Agents wished for the Confederacy to fail. If the Siskeen seceded from the Confederacy—The Southern Systems would be weaker. They would be hurt. Viceroy Dib was a master at planning, as evidenced by current events, and his loss would have been a strike to the heart and soul of the nation.

A weaker Confederacy meant an easier target. This was good news, for the Agents.

How could the claim of neutrality hold weight when they were currently attacking the system next door?

Raven Thystle spoke with the smooth, gilded words, of a woman that was used to being obeyed. It seemed that Viceroy Thystle was stating that the Agents were bound by the same laws they had come to enforce. The fact that they were not citizens did not excuse them. They belonged to a nation that had just declared war. To let them leave whilst the battle raged was a folly. Even more than that—To let them leave while obviously plotting to injure the Southern Systems?

That would not do. They had arrived, supposedly, to ensure that the Viceroy of Siskeen was respected. That his words and demands were followed to the letter. To ensure that no harm came to anyone in the room. Harm had already come. Mr. Volturi had seen to that. If Exarch

John Locke tried to overrule Viceroy Dib in this matter, they would then, be guilty of the same thing the Agents had come to stop. Governmental overreach. The sanctity of a sitting Viceroy not being adhered to.

In the Siskeen Systems? The word of

Derek Dib was law.

“Please, Agents. If Viceroy Dib states that you will be safe in his custody—You will be safe.”

Seraphina desperately did not want a fight to occur. Ms. Lechner had threatened quite a few things that the diathim did not want to come to pass. Viceroy Thystle and Minister Malvern didn’t want to battle either. The Felacatian body guards that arrived were most definitely not amused. Sera swallowed hard. There was enough blood being spilled already and there was no reason to add to it. Especially, if one of their stations truly had been hit. Seraphina could not speak to that. She did know the look in Daegon’s eye. He hoped they would refuse. “My love…”, she cautioned, tender and only barely audible, though, her voice would fall to his ears regardless.

He could always hear her.

She backed up a little bit when he moved to retrieve his light saber. The palace filled to the brim with Aegis Knights and the Angel of Thyferra got a little more spooked. Again,

Derek Dib asked the Agents to surrender themselves into his care. Did they not know that this was likely the safest option available? The alternative would be fierce. Violent, and bloody. Her body trembled a little but she did her best to stand tall so as not to embarrass Daegon. When Viceroy Dib claimed that he was ready to die for what he believed in, she breathed in sharply, and held it.

She could not give in to fear. She could not give in to worry.

Sera could feel her shoulder blades itching. Her wings, hidden, longed for freedom so they might wrap around her. They didn’t really offer much protection, but, they did make her feel better. It also made her a larger target. When Daegon suggested that she move with

John Locke she immediately shook her head in protest. He would send her away with the Exarch?

He would ask her to sing? To do the one thing he knew she loathed most?

<<Daegon, please!>>

Then the deluge of words began. Accusations, threats, the list went on. Ms. Lechner had much to say. Apparently, so did Exarch Locke, Minister T’shkali, and High Marshal Akaran.

Visanj T'shkali had a way of speaking that Seraphina would never, ever dare! Her cadence and tone was casual enough but there was something in it that that the auburn-haired woman couldn’t quite put her finger on. Between

John Locke and

Luca Donskoi …The conference hall fell to silence. The seraph had never, ever, heard Exarch Locke raise his voice. She had also never seen that look on his face.

He obviously felt very strongly about what he had spoken. Between the three of them? There wasn’t much left to be said. Dutifully, she pulled back, fingers brushing the arm of

Derek Dib whilst she did so. A wordless boost of strength. Confidence. In the end, she didn’t think it mattered what any of them said anymore. The Confederacy could not relent. The Agents could not give in. There was no compromise to be had. They were enemies, now. Bitter, brutal, and stubborn to the last.

Seraphina drew back because now, more than ever, she was in the way.

They would fight.

If I missed anyone or something I should not have please let me know and I will edit. I did edit one sentence cause it was awkward AF... And tried to fix a tag. It failed.

Astrid Skovgaard · May 30, 2020

B R O T H E R H O O D

Location: Capitol Building - Clansmoot
Allies: CIS & Friends
Equipment: Standard Armour | Standard Lightsaber
Tags:

Redd | Jason Farkas

There were too many things for Astrid to focus on.

Chaos still raged around them. Dust and debris from slowly collapsing buildings rained down a thick blanket of pseudo snow. Every single noise echoed off the cracks in the plasteel biodome, filling it with hollow screams of pain and dismay. Whispers flitted in one ear and out the other, thanks to the gathering of rightly concerned Elders behind her. The burning Ryloth sunlight pierced her sensitive retinas and made it almost impossible to see. On top of all that, there was a growing sense of darkness and dread… Astrid found that the most distracting. It pressed down on her like the weight of a mountain, sitting in the pit of her stomach, churning it to near painful degrees.

Most often than not, Lupines took the wolf for granted. They viewed it as a beast they controlled, a beast that succumbed to their whim. But that was untrue for Lupines of Skogur Heim. To them, the wolf was what made them whole. Both were ever present, no matter which form they took on, and both had their strengths and weaknesses. They worked together, as two souls sharing one mortal prison. On days like today, Astrid was reminded of the blessing that was the animal within. She focused on the things that drew her attention away, the things that made it hard to know which way was right and wrong. The beast… she focused only on the threat.

The giant, acid green beetle that towered over them clicking it’s drool covered jaws, swaying slowly left and right to keep its jewel-like eyes on its target.

Astrid knew. If it weren’t for the beast keeping their eyes trained on its movements, they would already be dead. She had called for her packmate, knowing that Redd was the closest. She knew very little of the squire that had tagged along, Jason Farkas, and that alone was enough for her to think twice about putting him in danger. She needed Redd. She knew they worked well together, but time was pressing on. Just as the tips of her pale fingers grazed across the cool hilt of the sword resting on her back, a hand stopped her in her tracks. Astrid didn’t need to turn to see who it was. The scent alone was enough. When Redd shook her head in Astrid’s peripheral vision, she did as she was told. The hand that reached for her sword slowly lowered.

Watching with an incredulous gaze as Redd reached out toward the lylek, Astrid almost stopped her. So did the wolf. It was a dangerous gesture, offering a hand of peace to an animal that didn’t follow a sentient moral outline. To it, the world wasn’t filled with rights and wrongs. It was hunt or be hunted. Kill or be killed. The only thing that stopped her snatching her packmates hand clean from the air was the sudden swell in the force as Redd called it up. Astrid had no idea what she was doing, but she watched and waited with baited breath. Her gaze flicked from the lylek, to Redd, then back to the lylek. And then…

It shrieked out an ear piercing noise that ripped through her skin and made the wolf growl. Astrid braced herself for an attack, a sudden movement from one of the lylek’s razor sharp pincers. But it didn’t come. Instead the beast backed away. Astrid watched with a look of sheer disbelief on her face, tilting her head in a way that made her look like a dumbfounded pup. Her bright pink gaze remained on the spot where the lylek had stood, even after the last of it’s acrid green husk had disappeared behind the corner. It was only when Redd’s voice rang in her ears that she returned to the situation at hand.

She stepped toward Redd, revealing the door to the group of Elders. One of her hands ushered them through, but her gaze was on Jason “Go. Take them through. I will catch up.” Just as Astrid finally turned to check on her packmate, the growl that Redd emitted told her now was not the time. Her pale features crumpled as she looked from Redd to the Elders still shuffling through the door. “Mmmm...” She grumbled aloud. “Do not be long.” She spoke firmly to the slumped lupine. “I will not lose you.” There was nothing more that needed to be said, so Astrid slipped through the doorway and charged to the front of the group.

The room it led to was dismal and dark, almost bare save for a worn bookshelf pressed against the far wall. Clearly, nobody lived here. It wasn’t intended to be a home. It was a cover. The lupine scrunched her face. Darkness was perfect for her. Beyond the wolf within seeing better in the dark, Astrid’s albinism made the light painful. Darkness was always better for her. But she was with a gathering of elder twi’leks, more likely to trip over their own robes in the dark than they were to feel sheltered by it. She huffed to herself softly, and drew upon the force to form a shimmering outline of soft white light around her. Geriatric babysitting duties were one thing, but now she was a lupine torch. Gerwald was going to pay for this when they found him. Drinks on him for life.

Astrid, now glowing enough to slightly illuminate the dingy room, strode toward the bookcase to shove one side with her shoulder. As it slid, it crunched loudly against the tattered wooden floor. A gush of warm wind filled the room as a roughly carved cave, big enough for two to fit side by side, revealed itself. It was almost pitch black, even Astrid had to squint to see into its depths. “One by one. Stay behind me. Jason, take up the rear until Redd returns.” Astrid took the first steps into the cave, inhaling deeply at the wolf's command, but it was empty. At least as far as she could smell. “Walk in silence…” She whispered back to the group, perhaps a little too quietly given their age.

If Redd was right, this tunnel would lead to the ships waiting to evacuate them. That alone was enough to spur Astrid on. When the Elders were safely off Ryloth, she and Redd could focus on helping

Gerwald Lechner . He wouldn’t like it, he would likely be upset with them for it, and he had extremely good reason to be. But he would have done the same for them. He would understand the importance of that, in time.

Amelia von Sorenn · May 30, 2020

Location: The E'care Shukur | Ryloth System
Objective: Evacuate Capital Bio-Dome / Drive the AoC from the System
Allies: CIS |

Tyrias Aran |

Luna Terrik |

Srina Talon |

Darth Metus |

The Monster |

Kathryn Foster | Conall Rhorik |

Lyla Quinn |

Dib'eor'nuruodo |

Derek Dib
Neutral (For Now): Twi'lek "Freedom" Fighters |

Scherezade deWinter |

Madalena Antares | Dimitri Lindzinsky Dimitri Lindzinsky | Bella Bella |

Strider Garon |

Oceiros Sunstrider
Hostile: AoC | @Lashm | Dimitri Lindzinsky |

Bella |

Salem Norongachi
Persona Non-Grata: K Kaine Australis
Post Count: VI

"Ma'am, AoC Fleet is moving in to attack position... correction, AoC Fleet is apparently barreling at us full tilt. Their carriers have micro jumped ahead of the field that was laid down, their starfighters are coming around the edges. Two more vessels, apparently Destroyer class have just crested the debris field as well."

A heavy sigh of exasperation slipped from her lips when she heard that the AoC Fleet had decided that it was now the time to move in and attack the Confederacy Fleet. Given the long standoff, even the moment of her attempting to render aid to their vessels that had seen damage and disability from the Daedalus cannon explosion; she had grown tired of it all. Lightly tapping her fingers against the back of her hand as she kept her arms pulled behind her back, another sigh slipped from her lips as she spoke a few words.

"First the AoC claims we've enslaved the Twi'leks of Ryloth by providing them with Bio-Domes to live on the surface rather than huddled in caves. Now, let me guess, they're accusing the Confederacy of kicking someone's puppies."

Those around her could easily tell she'd grown tired of this entire invasion, having been done with it in the opening moments. The Confederacy had done everything it could to aid those that simply asked for it; going so far as to merely act as a caretaker rather than some overreaching Imperial Carnifexian spawn that the Agents of Chaos had deemed them to be. At that moment her primary focus was now two-fold, first and foremost it was ensuring the safety of the Medical Frigates and the support vessels that were assisting in the evacuation of the damaged Capital Bio-Dome on the surface. The second task was to push this fleet from the system; and that also included ensuring that the myriad of unmarked and unanswering vessels would also pull back.

"Lieutenant, open a channel, full broadcast to all vessels."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Taking a moment, she cleared her throat before being given the nod by the Lieutenant that stood at the ready. A soft press of a few buttons brought the channels open, the vessel broadcasting to all that could hear.

"This is Grand Marshal von Sorenn of the E'care Shukur to the Agents of Chaos Fleet and all unmarked vessels approaching the planet. To the unmarked vessels specifically, as you've been informed by Fleet Marshal Tyrias Aran , you are entering an active warzone. If you continue to approach the planet of Ryloth we cannot guarantee your safety or the safety of individuals aboard your vessel. We are imploring that you turn back and do not approach the planet. This system is under the jurisdiction of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, and our fleet is currently performing an evacuation operation due to a Bio-Dome that was damaged by unknown individuals. If you continue to refuse to broadcast any kind of Identifying markers on your vessel, there is the possibility that you will be wrongfully accused of taking action against the Confederacy which may be seen as a declaration of war or an intent to cause harm to the citizens of the Confederacy."

Slowly she carefully paced across the bridge of the vessel, taking a few seconds to ponder and decide her next few words before she slowly brought her attention towards the large viewscreen, flashes from weapons fire in the distance marking the enemy fleet along with the sensor. Another sigh of exasperation slipped from her lips before she continued to speak.

"Agents of Chaos, I have been rather accommodating to your presence in Confederacy space, specifically your presence here in the Ryloth system. I was more than willing to simply allow you to fade away into Hyperspace and take your leave. Our standing orders were to not fire first, and we remained faithful to those orders. The actions taken by our fleet were first to prevent the Golden Lance from bombarding the planet, specifically the Capital Bio-Dome; only to be followed by ensuring that the insanity of one of those that you've aligned yourself with did not cause an ecological disaster. I even offered you assistance in recovering your pilots and seeing to your damaged vessels. You've taken my hospitality and have thrown it in my face. As you've decided not to vacate the system, I will be forced to unleash the full strength of the fleet arrayed in order to protect Ryloth, the Medical Frigates in orbit, and the denizens of the world we are currently evacuating. I wish you good fortune in the minutes to come, and remind you, that this situation could have turned out differently."

Carefully motioning her hand, she cut the broadcast, ensuring that the vessels were only messaging the other commanders of the Confederate fleet. She had grown annoyed now with the Agents of Chaos, and with them having fired first, she was finally permitted to retaliate in kind and she would.

"Commander Conall Rhorik, continue to oversee the evacuation of the Capital Bio-Dome, coordinate with Exarch Srina Talon and Grand Marshal Luna Terrik ; your mission is to ensure the safety of the Medical Frigates and Support vessels. If you believe that the Frigates are in danger, give the order for them and any support vessels to jump to Hyperspace away from Ryloth. Colonel Kathryn Foster , all Starfighters of the Confederacy Fleet arrayed here will be under your command, deploy them as you see fit. Your secondary mission to provide ample escorts to the support vessels assisting in the evacuation. Fleet Marshal Tyrias Aran , we will engage the enemy fleets, engage as you see fit, though don't pull too far from the core fleet. Activation of the Orbital Defense Station and Military Station remains at your discretion."

If the Agents were so eager to taste battle, then who was she to deny them that. Returning her attention to the vessels that had decided to charge so recklessly, she sighed, unsure if they were that courageous or that stupid.

"The Tho Yor II Attack Vessels will focus their fire on the edges of the debris field, Quad-Laser Cannon and Ion Cannon Fire ahead of the starfighters, track their flight path and fire ahead of their predicted path to set up a screen of fire. Thoros Battlecruiser will engage at distance, focus fire on the two destroyers, Long-Range Turbolasers; support of the Attack vessels, fire Concussion Missiles, set to detonate behind the field of fire laid down by the Attack Vessels focused on the starfighters - let them fly into the missiles."

It was a shame that they had so recklessly decided to push forward, as it had allowed the Providence II-class Assault Carrier that had been in the atmosphere assisting with the burning carcass of the Golden Lance to slip behind their lines. Though lightly armed, it still had enough armaments to do a number - even more so once it was capable of unleashing its hanger compliment.

"Our Providence Assault Carrier will fire on the Aft sections of the Destroyers; focus your Heavy Ion Cannons on their hyperdrive, Quad Laser Cannons on secondary systems to stress their shields. Our Tho Yor Star Destroyer will focus on the carriers that micro jumped forward, full spread across their bow, Baradium Missiles. Followed up with a salvo from its Dual Heavy Turbolaser Cannons and Heavy Ion Cannons."

The vessels moved as if they were a well-practiced and choreographed play, shifting into their positions with ease as they tracked and carried out their orders. A field of fire placed between the Confederacy fleet and the advancing Agents of Chaos vessels. Any starfighters or bombers that seemed to slip the net of fire had just as quickly found themselves dealing with a secondary net of defenses, specifically a flurry of Droid Starfighters that seemed to swarm them; and those few lucky pilots that made it close to the fleet itself found themselves weathering a hail of fire from multiple Point Defense systems, all focused on removing the enemy starfighters from their midst. Even as the Eight missiles made their way towards the Battlecruiser, they would soon meet their own challenge. Once they were in range, the Battlecruiser's Antimissile Octets activated. The systems carefully tracked the course of the Assault Missiles, focused on removing the threat as efficiently as possible. The weapon systems began to fire into the path of the missiles, a field of metallic shrapnel now sitting in the path of the missiles and their intended target.

However, the fleet was not don't just yet. Rather, there was an order that she had been awaiting to set into motion, and given that the enemy had decided they wanted to take the first swing, the order was on the table and more than acceptable to give.

"Secondary Tho Yor Star Destroyer, load Phlegethon One, your target is the enemy fleet away from the planet currently directing fire towards us. We'll provide covering fire for the device. All other vessels currently not engaged with the fleet on our flank, focus fire on the ranged enemy fleet. Prepare the Subjugator's Ion Pulse Cannon, focus all Long-Range weapons on the enemy fleet."

The E'care Shukur
- (16) Squadrons
- (6) Squadrons - Vulture III Starfighters
- (6) Squadrons - Crescent II Starfighters
  - (3) Squadrons w/ Standard Weaponry
  - (1) Squadron w/ Light Ion Cannons
  - (2) Squadron w/ Concussion Missile Launchers
- (4) Squadrons - RMS-BC11 Starhammer Superheavy Bomber
Thoros class Artillery Battlecruiser
- (1) Squadron - Vulture II Starfighters
Subjugator II class Star Destroyer
- (4) Squadrons
  - (2) Squadrons - Vulture III Starfighters
  - (2) Squadrons - Colla class Droid Tri-Fighters
(2) Providence II class Assault Carrier
- (16) Squadrons
  - (6) Squadrons - Vulture III Starfighters
  - (6) Squadrons - Colla class Droid Tri-Fighters
  - (4) Squadrons - RMS-BC11 Starhammer Superheavy Bomber
(2) Tho Yor II class Star Destroyer
- (1) w/ Baradium Missiles
  - (30/40)
- (1) w/ Proton Torpedoes
  - (40/60)
- (4) Squadrons - Crescent II class Starfighters
  - (2) Squadrons w/ Standard Weaponry
  - (1) Squadron w/ Concussion Missile Launchers
  - (1) Squadron w/ Concussion Missile Launchers and Proton Torpedo Launchers
Tho Yor II class Mothership
- (9) Squadrons
  - (5) Squadrons - Crescent II class Starfighters
    - (3) Squadrons w/ Standard Weaponry
    - (2) Squadrons w/ Light Ion Cannons
  - (4) Squadrons - Kesh II class Modular Transport - Bomber Configuration
- ~~(2) Squadrons of Support Vessels Destroyed or Disabled due to Picket Vessels~~
(2) Tho Yor II class Attack Vessel
(10) Kesh II class Modular Transports - Bomber Configuration
- ~~(3) Destroyed due to Daedalus Cannon Explosion~~
- (2) Disabled due to Daedalus Cannon Explosion
~~(2)~~ ~~Accuser class Corvettes~~
- ~~(1) Destroyed due to Daedalus Cannon Explosion~~
- ~~(1) Destroyed due to enemy fire~~

Attempted to warn off unmarked, unknown vessels from approaching Ryloth
Continued with assisting with the evacuation of Capital Bio-Dome; gave command of continued efforts to Commander Rhorik
Gave Colonel Foster command of all Confederacy Starfighter Squadrons
Fleet Marshal Aran retains full discretion of when to utilize the Orbital Defense Station; Station ordered to prepare to fire in the previous post
Tho Yor Attack Vessels focusing Quad Laser Cannon and Ion Cannon Fire ahead of Starfighters at the edge of Chaff field
Thoros Battlecruiser firing on Destroyers with Long-Range Turbolaser cannons
Thoros Battlecruiser firing Concussion Missiles behind the field of fire established by the Attack Vessels; missiles set to detonate in front of AoC Starfighters
Providence Carrier firing on Aft section of Destroyers with Heavy Ion Cannons and Quad Laser Cannons
Tho Yor Star Destroyer firing Baradium Missiles, full spread, at Stern section of the Carriers that micro jumped; following up with Dual Heavy Turbolasers and Heavy Ion Cannon fire
Point Defense Cannons firing on AoC Fighters that managed to make it through the gauntlet of fire
Thoros Battlecruiser's Antimissile Octets firing on Assault Missiles
Subjugator Star Destroyer firing Long-Range Turbolasers at Lash's Fleet
Tho Yor Star Destroyer (Secondary) loading Phlegethon series Thermonuclear Device into the launch tube

Tyrias Aran · May 30, 2020

Location: In Orbit of Ryloth, aboard the Sapphiric Scorn
Deployed Fleet: Providence II-class Carrier/Destroyer | Farstar-class Military Space Station | 4x Squadrons of RMS-SC01 Starbird-class Space Superiority Starfighter | 1x Squadron of T-77 "Talon" Stealth Interceptor | 3x Squadrons of Variable Geometry Self-Propelled Battle Droid, Mk III | 3x Hellspear Frigate | Argente-class Assault Cruiser | 6x Terrus-class Flak Corvettes | Comfort-class Medical Frigate | 16x Squadrons of RMS-SC01 Starbird-class Space Superiority Starfighter | 9x Squadrons of Variable Geometry Self-Propelled Battle Droid, Mk III | 3x Squadrons of RMS-BC11 Starhammer-class Superheavy Bomber | 5x Gungnir MK I Orbital Defense Platform
Planetside: 7x Miraj-class Heavy Assault Dropships | 1x Squadrons of Variable Geometry Self-Propelled Battle Droid, Mk III

Allies:

Amelia von Sorenn |

Luna Terrik |

Darth Metus |

Kiff Brayde |

Kathryn Foster | Corius Harckon |

Draconis Sederius Wolf
Hostile: Dimitri Lindzinsky |

Lash |

Bella |

Salem Norongachi
Unauthorized but not Hostile:

Madalena Antares |

Thalia Senn

Tyrias Aran looked at the field of battle laid out before her. Two Fleets on either side poised to strike. And if the Confederacy's Defense Force and United Siskeen Coalition failed Ryloth would be ripe for conquering. The enemy would land in mass, dig in, and prepare for a counter-attack that would come. There was no way this ended with a clear, decisive, and lasting victory. The Agents of Chaos will have thought their reach long indeed if they believed anything else.

The cries of 'freedom' by the Agents of Chaos were as hollow as their belief they 'saved' people below by not managing to utterly annihilate an entire dome of men, women, and children. The Confederacy outlawed slavery, the Agents of Chaos could not say the same. For all their talk and bluster about freeing people from slavery -- even some metaphysical form of it -- they had made no effort to free their literal slaves. Yes, Tyrias read the holo-net publication. A nicely laid out argument excusing slavery as being "necessary" for "the greater good." Strange how easily the non-Chiss of the galaxy said one thing while doing another. To decry the Confederacy's lack of action against The Sith Empire, only to permit the very thing they claimed to abhor all because it suited their purposes.

Meanwhile, Tyrias knew the Confederacy backed their stance on slavery with action and follow-through. She had participated in such actions such as the raid of Kaddak, and had seen the conviction in the hearts of other members such as

Alina Grayson aboard Hosk Station. Now and again, here in orbit over Ryloth, she would continue to fight against those that would only bring darkness and despair to the galaxy. It was her duty as an officer of the Defense Force, Fleet Marshal of the Dauntless, and as a Chiss that did not appreciate the disparity exhibited by these intruders. Even if they did not actively enslave the people below, they would metaphysically enslave them until such time others would come along to physically enslave them yet again. The galaxy loved its Twi'lek women did it not? The Confederacy did as well -- only as people and not things to dance for one's amusement.

So it came as both surprise, and not as a surprise, when these Agents of Chaos unleashed their weapons. Perhaps they would try crying that the Chiss Commander that now oversaw the shooting war in orbit was not one of theirs; downplay their involvement in further destruction and chaos. The Confederacy had sought to suppress the transparent propaganda attempts made by their Agents or those purportedly not affiliated with them. Strange how the Agents of Chaos seemed to utilize and carefully edit whatever they were fed from people they had no relation with, no understanding of their trustworthiness, or knowledge of their actions. No effort to verify, validate, confirm, or investigate the veracity of any footage or claims. No desire to reach out to the Confederacy and get a response. Pure, unadulterated mob justice from a people proclaiming righteousness. How righteous can a cause be that it cannot stand even the lightest of scrutiny?

Grand Marshal

Amelia von Sorenn 's voice then came in over the comms. Thankfully, it was only good news. Tyrias didn't bother turning her head as she issued the order, "Have the Orbital Platforms verify Capital vessel targets, and on my command fire."

"Which platforms, sir?" Commander Jamieson asked as he stooped over a console manned by a dutiful soldier.

The Chiss turned her head ever so slightly to the right in recognition her First had spoken. "All of them."

"Sir," the officer said in a hushed voice, "Platform Six One is offline due to its proximity to the exploding Ion munitions."

Jamieson clapped the man's shoulder and gave them a nod. The Fleet Marshal wanted every extremely long-range railgun in orbit to come to bear. Fortunately, the Enemy Fleet was opting to keep their Capital vessels at range, which only made target acquisition easier for the Platforms; and distance was a thing swiftly overcome by the very nature of the weapons.

"Have the station's fighters use the station's shields to defend against the bombardment. Local fighters should follow Pattern Epsilon to limit exposure to electromagnetic disruption." Space was vast and energy was not limitless. The more distance the better off the small craft would be, but that didn't mean they had to fall out of position. Out of the Sapphiric Scorn's shadow, perhaps, but with all out war having been initiated that had been simply inevitable.

"Long-range weaponry aiding the Grand Marshal in suppressing the enemy's Ion munitions, sir," Jamieson announced to ensure Tyrias was kept appraised of on-going activity to defend members of the fleet from being completely incapacitated.

Surprisingly the Grand Marshal took up the unidentified vessels on approach. Tyrias felt like adding a little more to the pot, however, and the corner of the Fleet Marshal's lips turned upward. "Unidentified vessels claiming to be on a Humanitarian mission let me be clear. You will be escorted to the surface -- as you are not cleared for approach -- where you will remain. If you attempt to leave the planet you will be detained and searched. Wind be at your back." (

Madalena Antares ) A squadron of Variable Geometry fighters were directed to escort the proclaimed humanitarian vessels. Hostile action would bring swift reprisal; but if they were as they claimed, then the fighters would only ensure their safety as they entered a combat zone.

And then the word was given.

The Grand Marshal's fleet and those of Siskeen were better equipped for Capital warfare. Tyrias had brought the Dauntless and equipment to the field with the intention of securing the orbit over the planet. She had not been deployed with the intention of holding off two fleets' worth of Capital ships on her own. Though to say she was unable to support the defense of Ryloth would be a gross overstatement. The Sapphiric Scorn might not be on the front lines, but her Commander was still in the fight.

"All fighters, all ships, activate sensor scramblers, ordinance jammers. Prepare countermeasures. Gods be with us all, Ryloth stands." The station had theirs operational since the enemy fleets had arrived.

"Make ready to engage the Destroyers. Weapons aft. Ion cannons target their hyperdrives. Quad Laser Cannons on secondary systems. Have the Apophis and the Corvettes take flanking position Omicron Two. Keep the Frigates near. And Commander... Fire." Long as they were in range and the firing solution held true, two orbital platforms' railguns flung their kinetic payload at

Lash 's Pelagic-class Star Cruiser, another at the ISD III-class Star Destroyer, and one targeted the Aurora-class Siege Destroyer; and the fifth went for Dimitri Lindzinsky's SHC Unicorn.

As for the Farstar-class Military Station in orbit, any starfighter looking to pick a fight with it had best be prepared for a bad day. The Quad-Turbolaser Cannons aboard had been trained on the attacking fleets even if they were not accosted in close range. They would fire along the Grand Marshal

Amelia von Sorenn 's lines of screening friendly starfighters and pounding the enemy Destroyers.

Jai'galaar Gred · May 30, 2020

Gear: Jai'galaar's Beskar'gam Armor, 2x Trayc'kal, 2x trained Strill
Ally Tags:

Madalena Antares

Judd Hunter

Hanna

Katrine Van-Derveld

Anesia Jy'Vun Samatharis

Niki Priddy
Enemy Tags:

Vytal Noctura

Shamira Karuto

Kyyrk

Jai looked at eaverything happening. It was insanity. He was ready for a fight, bu was soon surprised as he was lifted up, and then watched as a man fell from the sky. Osik! Was that...? That was.... He glared from behind his visor. His hands shook as he was ready to quickly fire. Jai was ready to strike, but soon.... A transmission. It came in through his HUD, and everything happening around him seemed to wash away. His mind... it focused on the image. The spheres.... H.O.P.E.! All those people just... just vented into.... He shook his head, and behind the shroud tears began to roll down his face. Not again.... Not another home.... Jai's hands shook as he finally yelled out.

"No.... Nononono.... No. All... all those.... Nooooo!" As he cried out though, something happened in his mind. Anger, fear, hate.... It all just seemed to flood him at once. Memories of Hammerfall, of the people who had died because of him on Concord Dawn, both Mandalorians and Sith. Their faces, the things that were done and that he'd done himself. He couldn't believe it. They just vented them. Innocent.... Then that flood of emotions and memories became one thing. A furious rage that threw out much of the more tactical and leavel headed thinking Jai usually had. His home was, again, attack. It was also clear by Jai's own Strill something was wrong. The way they acted, they knew something wasn't right about their trainer now. But before they could do anything, the Mandalorian finally boiled over. Broken by what he'd seen before.

He began to quickly fire on Vytal, pulling the triggers as fast as he could why trying to avoid hitting anyone but the Nightmother standing there. He didn't care if he was outmatched. He didn't care if it was insane. He was just angry. His new home was attacked, and he wasn't having it! She reminded him too much of those who destroyed his old home, and given that his mind was on a rage induced autopilot any semblance of actually thinking was gone. She never answered him about the CIS hunting many of his kind either. But everything... it was just too much. Right now, it was questionable if it was even Jai'galaar that was fighting.

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Meanwhile, back at Scintilla Ina rushed through the crowds carrying her medical gear. These attack... why attack a station like this? Yes it wasn't fully civilian, but it wasn't military either. And a sphere full of refugees at that. She rushed into the danger, calling as she ran.

"Is anyone hurt? Do you need a medic now! Last chance! I have to keep moving if no one needs it here!"

Enlil · May 30, 2020

Everyone had their assumptions, and most of them were predicated on what his purpose here was- or what it was not. Or the faulty basis that his words were threatening. He looked across the room with a somber expression threatening to overtake his face. It pained him to see that this was the state of the Galaxy.

They spoke of laws, rules, subtleties- blasphemies of true Order. Everyone wanted to manipulate the law into their own version of it. Everyone wanted to enforce their own idea of order, to create their own ideal world.

This was why chaos reigned. His clenched fist only tightened as one after the other the charlatans chastised his involvement and his purpose, and even denounced his defense of the people of Siskeen.

Those poor people of Siskeen, with a leader who would use them as a ploy in some pointless game.

There was one word for these people, who called themselves a Confederacy. They were the embodiment of something far worse than chaos, a fractured group of false creatures who served only their own desires.

Injustice.

He had been more than fair. Now that they had perceived themselves in a position of power, they talked down to him. They rebuked him for threats when he had promised action.

"If all you wanted to do," he seethed, "was squalor like children, you should have kept it amongst yourselves."

He took a cleansing breath. The foul, putrid stench of their deceit had poisoned his lungs. Their venom had stained his thoughts and poisoned his spirit with rage. These things were beneath him.

"One, after another, you speak out in anger against my warnings, and one after another I have ignored the slights." His gaze fixated on

Luca Donskoi as the man let his tongue run rampant and dared to say too much. A tongue that, in the next instant, the King snapped his fingers and concentrated on.

The air around Alden grew dry, and in the middle of his declaration about Enlil's 'failure,' flames sought to converge around the muscle that gave voice to his damning words. "Your crime was speech above your station. The punishment fits."

He made no other movements as he stood there, staring down at a crazed herd of beasts. No longer human, but cattle in need of herding.

"You are all equally guilty," he said then, "of wasting my time. Now, let them go."

John Locke | Faye Malvern |

Raven Thystle |

Daegon Corvinus |

Seraphina Corvinus |

Derek Dib |

Alwine Daye |

Annasari |

Larentia | Holly Starstorm | everybody else

Gabriel Volturi · May 30, 2020

Location: Siskeen
Personnel:

Alwine Daye ,

Annasari ,

Derek Dib , Holly Starstorm ,

Larentia ,

John Locke ,

Raven Thystle , Faye Malvern ,

Visanj T'shkali ,

Kyyrk ,

Daegon Corvinus , and @ everyone else I missed

There was a soft beeping in Gabriel's ear as he listened to all these pompous bureaucrats spout on about their laws and how he had broken the peace. Sure he was the first to draw blood amongst them yet he hadn't been the first to break the ancient traditions that belonged to the white flag of a peace meeting. He was okay with being villiafied for his actions. He was far to old to care anymore. Regardless these events were still being recorded. What happened today would be seen. No common citizen would understand the complexities of politics. All they would see is what their supposed leader had done. To win their independence only to turn them back over to the very enemy they'd fought against. The Viceroy had only used them. Presented them as a shield to hide his own repulsive behavior. Civil unrest would only take a short time. Rebellion would be rife. And while the AoC may remain on Confederacy most wanted it would be the edifices of the Viceroy that the populace would burn in the streets to satisfy their blood lust until they could drag the real thing from his palace to face mob justice. Yes, he would be cast as a criminal of the Confederacy, but

Derek Dib sealed his own fate today with his lack of understanding of the mob.

The beeping continued a few more times before it stopped and a voice replaced it. "Boss, I am five seconds out. These jammers worked like a charm. Slipped right by them." Gabriel smiled at the thought of what was to come. These fools may have played politicians for most of their life, but Gabriel had been playing the game for many more life times. This betrayal hadn't truly been a surprise to him. Every trick they used today he'd used more times then he could count. The Master always had a plan. Even before his outburst he had enacted his plan, pressing the well hidden beacon disguised as a button, broadcasting an encrypted signal designed to undercut any known CIS jamming technology. Everything that had followed was simply to keep their attention focused on the room. He glanced towards

Alwine Daye with a slight nod. She would know what it meant. It had always been a part of the plan today, though the other woman voiced her hope it would not be needed. The other, this Enlil, he wasn't sure about. He had never been a part of the plan. Yet he stood their allying himself with the AoC. It would have to trust this man for the time being.

"Now boss!" The fire that leapt around Gabriel's hands suddenly turned from orange into a blue as he poured all his rage into the living flame. He could feel the live of it. It was almost as alive in the force as anyone else in this room. Witches and Sith may think they could master such an element with their crude views on it, but his time with the Shapers of Kro Var taught him many things about the elements and their connection with the galaxy. To them these were not inanimate objects but extensions of the life its self. They became an extension of those followed their ways. Anyone else may have mastered fire with the force, but he was FIRE!

The flames flashed out as a nearly black Wraith dropped into view of the windows, barely 6 meters from the guards that watched over it. The ship had maintained a low orbit of Siskeen, all systems off save for the tactical sensor jammer which was broadcasting a signal that would make the ship look like nothing more then planet based is signals to the probes around the planet. Gabriel's blue flames expanded as quickly as fire on fuel. It formed a wall that expended from the ceiling to the floor and to both sides of the room, seperating the Confederate members, including the exit and the guards there, from his allies and the window. Its 2,300 degree heat radiating around the room melting anything that couldn't withstand the heat. He continued to feed the living fire. No amount of using the force or any methods to extinguish the fire would do. As quickly as someone made a hole the fire would flare even hotter and close its self open again. At the same time the wall came up the ship open fired with all four of his cannon turrets, turning the guards around the window into a pink mist and shattering the glass. Gabriel could see the droid pilot just peaking out the cockpit as it moved the ship closer and lowered the boarding ramp. All the while the turrets continued to fire blindly through the firewall.

He knew the only justifible deaths today were those at the window, yet as he reached out for the life forms at the door he could not help himself. Despite himself not being about to see them through the fire Gabriel reached out his hand, palm opened and grasped the door guards and slammed his fist closed. Their bodies resist for a moment but all of them crumpled under the force, compacting until the strain was to much and their bodies exploded in blood and visera. As for the rest of the non-essential guards it could feel their life draining from them as the ship turrets used them to repaint that side of the room.

"I am sorry Ms. Lechar this turned out the way it did. But I believe it is time we all leave." Gabriel turned to the window at their backs and gestured for all AoC and their allies to board the ship, making sure the camera crew boarded first. "These confederates are so busy point a finger at us they didn't see three more of their own pointing back at them."

Annasari · May 30, 2020

AoC:

Alwine Daye |

Enlil |

Larentia |
CIS:

Raven Thystle | Faye Malvern |