TSE Dominion of Shri-Tal (Hex AL-25)

[Mythos]

Objective: Assault Through
Location: Aboard the Magnus Battlecruiser
In Command of the Vornskr Strike Force

As Mythos gave the order to fire the ship began to slowly rumble and vibrate suddenly, strong enough to be felt through the massive ship even through the hail of turbolasers and concussion missiles being thrown at it's hull. The red glow that overtook the main cabin of the ship began to leave slowly as the HECTOR began to fire. It was a triple particle beam cannon, one at a time the three beams connected directly in front of the bridge as the shield itself fell, directing the power of the shield, thrusters and every other system on the ship excluding life support to the main cannon. The ship was powered by entechment, the suffering of the souls of those trapped inside it's lumbering husk could be felt through the force itself, screaming in endless agony and now more amplified as a great tax of their souls was being used to power the HECTOR. The Magnus' target was the defense grid center command space station, The "Kishin". Mythos knew of their Atrisian legacy, he knew that perhaps here in these worlds he would be recognized as the former King of Atrisia should he appear and show his face in the worlds.

The Magnus took several blasts to it's hull, but the thick behemoth was more than ready to take it's fair share of blows, the Magnus was as though as they came, their turbolasers could have never hoped to pierce it's monstrous skin so easily. The particle beams united, even while the momentum of it's shut off thrusters brought it forward, suddenly...

It was like the stars were split in two.

A red streak crossed the sky from the Magnus in direction of the space station surrounded by the fleet, the central piece of their defenses. The impact on their shield was that of hot oil on a bubble, after being worn down by the Empire's heavy bombers and escort fighters it went through the shield and collided in the center of the main bay of the space station, the ignition blasting the side of the space station off and igniting many parts of it on fire. Mythos could see from the bridge of his ship the devastation that his attack had caused, better yet he could feel it through the force itself but this was not time to enjoy in the satisfaction of victory. "All power to forward weapons, unleash our full barrage."

The Magnus forward capabilities, unused by his refusal to fire before came to bare. The shields having been reengaged and now in range for their retribution system to start dealing back damage. Every ship beside the charge of the Magnus that fired upon it now took it's own feedback blast from the mighty shield.

Mythos went to work targeting and destroying the space station and it's flanking elements as well as any larger ship that may have come along. All batteries of his Battlecruiser were now on full blast, him being the sponge of fire for his strike force, the massive armament of fire began to tear and shatter the defense grid directly in front of it.

"Send in the Gunship Marinos. I have split their forces in two, broadside frigates. No Survivors"

His command was heard in the Imperial Gunships housing the Marinos, their mission was clear since before the battle, Mythos had foreseen it. Using the display of power given by the Magnus the Marinos were able to use their modified Gunships escorted by the Imperial Fighters to close in to the enemy frigates. Their Commander, Golan Hummer, was on the lead ship wielding the standard MK II armor, highly modified for naval operations and wielding his preferred weapon, a modified SIF-141. The man was high on Chrysalis, he thirsted for blood but most importantly a paycheck.

"This is Commander Hummer, ETA two mikes my lord"​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

The Void came to Cazador.

As warriors of the Jen'Lazea began to assail outlying villages under the watchful eye of the Sith Emperor [member="Darth Carnifex"], a new force came down from the heavens. A vast group of similar assault transports that resembled the assault carriers of the legion cut over the battlefield. They were gutted on the inside of every level, every floor necessary for the operation of a legion and the quarters of its men. These great ships took position a distance away from the graug and each dropped down their massive hulls lined for miles, while others remained up in the air floating above the ground below as they overlooked several villages and farms laid out before them, smoke trailing into the skies from the graug assault behind them close by.

Alongside one of these transports landed the Midnight, the Shadow Hand swiftly disembarking as he moved next to the great transport as its ramp began to descend. A group of frightened locals looking to flee the destruction of the graug had made it to them and now stood paralyzed in fear before the Lord of Lies, who radiated a storm of terror and screeching souls, a maelstrom of dark side energy surrounded him. "What do you want from us?" One of the refugees asked cowering before him. The Sith Lord gave the man a single word for an answer "Everything." A flood of darkness surged down the ramp as an abomination of the force, its very presence like surge of raw void energies of the blackest sort. It was a dark tyrant of chitin its many tendrils pointing forward their ends glowed with black energy, every orifice seeped a black blighted ichor that seemed to poison everything it touched, the monster emerged behind him. Its very presence unleashed floods of void energy and pure madness that shattered the minds of the refugees as some clawed their own eyes out, others dropped to the floor as blood seeped out and cradled, while some were twisted by the creature.

In the face of madness the layers of their sanity were stripped down to the raw roots revealing the twisted creatures they could be, the monsters they had potential of becoming and twisted them into unstable, psychopaths bound to their will. As the ramps descended a wicked shriek rang out across the lines as the blackened hordes of demons seemingly pulled from the deepest nightmares emerged. These wicked bioforms slithered, stalked, crawled, stomped across the landscape while some had skin of hard chitin and plate others were smooth, slimy but all oozed the similar black ichor from every pore. Down from the skies swept a massive swarm vile fliers their wing beats deafening, their foul wings spread an abhorrent corpse-gale of nauseous, pox fumes across the landscape as the ichor seemed to blight the very skies above.

The tyrant standing alongside the Sith Lord unleashed a blast of black-purple energy that obliterated the refugees in their way its vast consciousness commanding the hordes through its other commanding forms spread through the horde, it in turn was bound to its master, who was bound to the Lord of Lies. These demons blighted the very landscape with their presence that bent and warped in unusual ways, this ichor seeping into the very earth twisted it in abominable ways. Massive tendrils split trees in two and rose up, while other vegetation grew great spores that launched streams of the black stuff all around them. The demonic hordes surged forward and assaulted the closest village and consumed it entirely.

Death fought for the Sith.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Shri-Tal​

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Objective: Burn and Purge​

Sith Imperial War Fleet​

Aboard the Elidibus​

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"All commanders acknowledge, admiral." Ensign Geontene confirmed, she sat beside Ensign Hunding who reported over his shoulder that weapons were ready and that the gun crews were standing by. The raised platform now alight with readings and data, the Rear Admiral complied as there were at least one if not two systems that would have their scorched earth policy delayed if only by a few moments. And at least one of which that was off limits due to the Emperor's command, otherwise everything seemed to be ready. It was then as Fiolette looked up from the consoles and back out to the viewport that the Lady of Secrets approached.

"Yes mi'lady, our armada is now in position and ready to proceed as planned."

A hand to the main console, Fiolette swiped up on the screen and a holographic projection of the system appeared in front. Triangles representing the Sith-Imperial forces appeared across the system. Each group marked in green noting that they were ready to act on the admiral's orders. The totality of death drew near for those who were left on the planetscapes below the bombardment fleet. "Admiral, communique from Captain Tarkin. He and the 52nd have reached the ground and are now on task." Geontene relayed.

"Captain Tarkin will be aiding in our endeavor to capture several of the specimen from Shri-Tal." She informed Darth Arcanix and took a small side step. Allowing a better view of the scene that laid before them. A vast naval power ready to strike on their word alone, notifications to the various Sith Lords operating within the systems would be sent out. There then laid a moment of stillness, but it was but a singular moment. For when [member="Taeli Raaf"] had given the order, Fiolette echoed the command to the armada. "Ensign Geontene, inform the fleet - fire."

"Ensign Hunding, give the following coordinates to the gun crews."

Now throughout the system a sympthony of destruction began as the voices now lifted together in unison singing only the end to the peoples of the Asobi system. Those who had come to their rescue had but a limited time now, for the Sith within the system. They could see now their naval forces at work tearing through what had been planes of existence. Death would have her fill, for her lover War was now all too happy to deliever the many souls unto her.

 

[4ND-R0]

Location: Cazador, planetside
Objective: Enslave native FU's, pillage Force artifacts
Post: #2
With: [member="Darth Interitus"]

The Miraluka wiped the blood off his blade before continuing on. He turned to address the acolyte thst so boldly spoke up to him. His lips furled up into a grotesque smile, the smell of rot on his breath. "Indeed there are artifacts here. And we shall retrieve them. But you lack vision, Acolyte."

He kept moving onward, dispatching resistance with barrages of lightning or his sword. He stopped a moment. "There are those like you and I on this world. Blessed by the Force. Think of how useful they were if molded to serve the Bogan? Assassins, warriors, soldiers. Blessed is life touched by the Force, and I shall not waste its potential for mere slaughter."

He moved forward, to some Legionnaires that had an old man, likely one of the village elders, in custody. "You see, boy? You need only patience and the Bogan will provide. He seems knowledgeable. I'll give you honor of interrogating him. Just leave enough left for my usage afterword."

He focused attention ahead to the other Legionnaires laying waste to the Forceless natives. Gripping his sword again, he addressed the Acolyte once more. "And Acolyte? Question my methods again, and it won't be the Emperor you need worry about. " The threat was topped with his trademark, predatory grin.

Once more he looked onward, feeling another presence in the Force land upon Cazador. He grinned pleasantly. "Ah. The Butcher Prince comes to aid his brother. This shall be an interesting day indeed."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]

Cerbera calmly strode on over and peered over Vain's shoulder.

It wasn't difficult.

She was positively smol compared to her, which only made her famous furious outbursts all the more amusing. The way she made some people cry... well, it was like being on the front row of a particularly interesting movie. "Mm, yes, it won't be a problem for the short term. But in the long run the sudden hyper-tension can cause micro tears in its structure." Cerbera clicked with her tongue, before shaking her head a bit. "Feel free to make the adjustment, darling, if there is anyone I trust with my baby it is you." Their murder baby.

The thought amused her immensely.

Of course the chemistry was more complicated than that. Once they made that one tweak, they ended up having to make other minor tweaks as a result. "I think that will do it."

Slowly the ship purred, the floor directly under their feet warming up just a bit to convey gratitude, before it began to descend downwards towards the surface of the moon.

They had designed a more organic design for this ship. Studied the way the Yuuzhan Vong forged their bio-mass ships, before dissecting multiple dovin basals to see how they generated anti-gravity without any mass to push against. After that they had continued their studies in a different corner. The Star Dragons that could travel through Hyperspace and lived in the cold vacuum of space. The wraiths and specters that often harassed starships in between worlds, Starweirds had been of particular interest to both Vain and Cerbera during their research.

All of that allowed the gargantuan ship to gracefully claw itself down regardless of its mass.

"The valley should be a few clicks to the moon's northern hemisphere. Black Orchids, have you heard of them before, darling?" Ohhh, Cerbera had and it was already making her salivate. The Murakami orchids were especially rare these days, so this valley should be absolutely splendid.

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

Location: Planetside security post of Shri-tal
Objective: Pillage hidden supply depot. (O1)

Ithnan hadn't forgotten it, that beguiling miasma coming from the person he was to call partner. His eyes would occasionally be drawn to Thyne as they had worked their way through the security post earlier. Such a small thing wielding such a large weapon at first made him worry that he would be cursed with the responsibility of carrying back a body to the first ship transports. However, instead, he was gifted with a rather surprising sight as the boy danced the dance of death through the posting with relative ease.

He wasn't sure as to why but watching Thynes work inflicted him with agastopia for the weapon he wielded as it flowed with the man together as one. While his earlier curiosity was diverted away by his interrogation of the commander his interest had no less died from earlier and he still had an inquiring mind as to what exactly he had been partnered with. Needless to say, the force was strong in that one.

Scorning the sounds of war that would pull the eyes of the Troopers assigned to him he spoke to Thyne.

"Our visit to this system was swift, so much so that supplies meant to be sent to the Order have been more than delayed.....A depot, not far off into the mountain is housing them. It'd be best for the Empire if we didn't allow such things to go to waste."

Despite not knowing the contents of the supplies greed captivated his mind as he was already deducing how he could break down the supplies into the biggest number of credits. The Empire had served him well for many years and he is, but now was the time for him to serve himself by feasting off the food presented by his overseer's.

He looked to one of the Troopers taking up the perimeter "Zax, have an AIT sent for us and tell them we may need reinforcements." a man he had met on Commenor, useful, as both a mobile radio and shooter.

"Are you capable of continuing?" He asked Thyne looking back to him.

He had noted the boys breathing and wanted to be sure he wasn't bringing dead weight. While he had doubted him once before out of ignorance this time he was more resolved to have all the facts by probing into Thyne's well being.

[member="Thyne"]

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Vestille Thumahra​

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A City, Shri-Tal​

Objective II :: Bring Judgement​

Assisted by: [member="Cairyn Midore"]​

The conquests never ceased. Yet another system had been selected by his superiors.

Vestille had been briefed in detail on the population of the string of planets that had fallen under the evil eye of the Sith Empire and their ever-moving machine of conquest yet out of the nine, the burning hatred of most lay upon Shri-Tal. With the entire system having been an asset to the Silver Jedi Order and contributors to the Light Side in one way or another, it was clear that this mission was not about acting as saviors or protectors against outside influences but rather a mission of judgement, punishment and retribution. As the Sith war-fleet arrived in system, carrying the Colonel and the 12th alongside various other elements that would be deployed to their assigned planets and objectives, it was clear by the intimidating presence of the Star Destroyers and soon released swarms of transports that fell upon the planets like locusts to a crop that resistance, however it may come, would be nothing more than a thorn in the side to be removed; the judgement was to be passed and the sword was to be swung.

The 12th had landed within the city itself, fully mobilized and dropping right into the streets of their assigned city, modernized and clean looking, though that look wouldn't last for very long. Evacuations had been called by the local defense force as they prepared to hold their ground against the foreign invasion as the Legions descended via their lines into the streets and spread themselves out into what would become a swift and decisive bout of urban warfare; the purpose of the 12th Shock Infantry Regiment coming into play, utilizing their tactics, equipment and superior numbers to flank, encircle and eradicate those defense forces consisting of law enforcement and the actual defense force alike who put up their most futile attempt of an initial resistance. With three army groups descended upon the planet and working in tandem with one another to sweep across the city and cut off escape routes and leave the population stranded and caught between a firefight and capture; the city would soon fall into the hands of the Sith Empire.

And among it all? Stood the Colonel, following alongside his men as they kicked open doors and started dragging people out into the streets from the ground they had already snatched from the resisting forces. This was a city, something that in times before would have been impossible to capture and occupy with his limited manpower but now? Now he had the power, the authority over a tidal wave of Legion soldiers, all willing to carry out his orders and die with a solidified zeal; courtesy of the additional training that he himself had put his troopers through, all new transfers were put under this strict and brutal regimen and should they pass through were added to the Legion of steeled and hardened soldiers; the Sith Empire was not one for weakness and any signs of it was to be removed like one would a parasite, the 12th under the Colonel's aggressive vision would be perfect, adaptable and ultimately willing to follow any order unto death. Vestille walked alongside his troops as they carried out his orders, dragging the population out from their holes and gathered up under guard whilst the rest of the city was secured. He, however, wasn't alone. A Sith had been assigned to him during this task albeit he knew very little about this Sith in particular but alas, the Colonel welcomed the help of any Sith, holding it in some form of honor to be graced with such a presence.

His assistance would no doubt be invaluable in what was to come.

 

[Thyne]

The soft-spoken disposition that often claimed the boy had Thyne simply nodding as Ithnan went through his explanation. Yeah, that made sense. Better to take everything than to let it be wasted. Mayhap the trek to the supplies would breed more carnage and bloodshed. Such a short time had passed since the last combat and already, he was restless. It was an odd change, and not necessarily a bad one at that.

The sword was fast becoming his crutch, in more ways than one. Physically, its massive size was apt to lean against in moments of rest. Otherwise, the whispered words that beckoned for his ear granted him the boon of an ally when others grew silent. Even as Ithnan spoke, the blade sunk into the ground, supporting his slight form more than he shouldered it.

Waves of both relief and disappointment washed over him as the call for reinforcements went through. More support was seldom a bad thing, sure, but with it came a blow to his personal death toll, a fact that foreign voice creeping in the back of his head took exception to.

"What? I-I'm fine." He wouldn't be sent away, he couldn't. Not now, not when his muscles both protested and begged for more. The very idea of being benched was near-insulting, eliciting a response perhaps a bit more pronounced than what one would expect from the boy. "Let's just keep going, we don't have time to waste. Unless, of course, you need a break."

[member="Ithnan Cryo"]​

 

[Irajah Ven]

Vain was accustomed to being shorter than.... well almost everyone. There were a few rare exceptions (that peacock for instance) but by and large the figured of the Sith Empire towered over the diminutive figure. Situation normal.

"Or an upset stomach," came the buzzing voice. It sounded solicitous toward the ship itself, but honestly? Who wanted a nauseous beast that was this big running around?

Messy.

Vain made a small adjustment, then another, but kept an eye on it. It might require a deeper, more thorough change to the genome itself if it became a problem later. Would the ship be able to learn, to accept certain familiar stresses the way they hoped it would? She couldn't know, not yet. They would have to see.

"Botany has not been a serious area of study, so no. I assume they are why you chose this as a testing ground? I see, not just of the ship itself but of it's particular capacities."

It was not, after all, strictly a creature of destruction.

[member="Cerbera"]

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Cairyn Midore​

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A City, Shri-Tal​

Objective II: Play Time​

Assisted by: [member="Vestille [/FONT][FONT=georgia]Thumahra"]​

Too long. In the cells of Bastion, far from anything reminiscent of an ally, he'd long since lost track of the passage of time. Being in the 'care' of [member="Darth Prazutis"] and his fellows was far from a pleasant experience, most certainly not in the beginning. At one point, he'd told himself he'd grow use to the pain, between that and the previous sessions at the brute and [member="Darth Carnifex"]'s hands. Nevertheless, he never quite adapted enough, nor did his screams ever arouse any sort of pity nor reprieve.

Then, one day, everything seemed to fall apart. The already thin strand that kept him grounded to some sort of reality snapped. the remaining pieces were cobbled together in a shape vastly different from their origin. One would find almost a different person entirely. Still manic, with tendencies that mimicked a warped envisionment of a child, sure, but this time around also brought forth an inkling of malleability, obedience. A weapon just waiting for the chance to test its blade.

Even then, the torture did not stop. Or perhaps it did, memory was so hard to keep track of these days. As was the difference between friend and foe. But no matter. All was well so long as the masters were pleased.

Cairyn relished in the opportunity to spread his legs. The newly-fashioned lightsaber in his grasp cast a dim light, ready to spell carnage on those who stumbled across the Teevan. It was almost a shame he would not be alone in this endeavor. On the other hand, the new faces were a welcome change of pace. The nod in greeting he directed toward the Colonel and his men was a world and a half different from the manic grin that'd claim his features as it came time to eliminate targets. Truly, this was a day to be remembered.

 

[Darth Interitus]

Post: 2
With: [member="Darth Sacerdos"]
Objective:Capture native FUs, and recover artifacts.

While they had succeeded in capturing the main village. Interitus was still unnerved by Sacerdos. Sacerdos had even gone as far as to threaten Interitus. Why? He didn't mean any offense to the Alchemist in charge of the mission but felt that with good reason make the suggestion as to acquire the artifacts. For the Sith, they are more important than even a hundred Force Users. A link to the ancient past and a gateway to the future. Whatever he had done to perhaps upset the man it was beyond him. Still, he dared not speak, dared not to defy him, dare not to perhaps even think of how incorrect the man was in a simple response. His place was a simple Inquisitor. Nothing more, his expertise manipulations and the study of arcane relics. That was why he had come here of course.

Responding respectfully bowing his head. "Yes, perhaps what we seek would be within the mind of this man. By your command my lord." He said as he broke off to approach the man quietly. The man's face was a mixture of fear and defiance of course. Interitus was unimpressed. Even unamused at the pitiful attempt he was trying to display. But as the man tried to say something, Interitus extended an open palmed hand. Reaching out with the dark side of the Force. He attempted to pry the information he sought from the man. The man, of course, tried to resist against the mind probe. Which only made Interitus more insistent.

After a short time, The man's screams gave way as Interitus had managed to rip the information from the man's mind. With a satisfied smirk, he looked to the Alchemist. "What we seek is within these beings place of worship my lord. Shall I proceed to gather the artifacts?" He suggested wondering on how this choice of words may possibly offend him now.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Command and Conquer.
Location: Above the Magnus battlecruiser

After the HECTOR was fired, Mythos ordered all batteries to blast forward and the particle beam slowly began to recharge again. The hive of Sith Imperial Starfighters and Bombers brought in by the Harbingers covered the Athena flotilla as it covered the Magnus in it's slow charge into the dying enemy forces. Inside the monster of a ship Mythos sat in his command throne, the smoke of his lit cigar billowing in the air as Anubian officials scrambled to load systems and fire batteries frantically at their foes. Mythos saw the battle from the eyes of it's piercing sword, the eyes he thought were the best suited for victory. He had destroyed the guns capable of hurting the bigger ships like his or the Harbingers, by crippling the space station with the mighty blast of his capital ship destroying weapon. As the HECTOR powered again the souls screamed in agony more loudly than before, their lifeforce extinguishing at a much faster pace. "Lock on to the space station, focus all fire on it. Prepare to fire the HECTOR again"

"Yes My Lord" Anok-eh said calmly, his low tone Anubian voice hard to decipher under his cybernetic armor. He slammed his pole-arm, a weapon called Varkoom' translated into Flame Biter, pommel first into the ground and upon the command the red glow began to slowly return to the ship, it's weapon ready for another shot. It would take longer, the shields under fire albeit less intensely but now their forward batteries were fully engaged.

Meanwhile, In the gunship of Golan Hummer.

"Alright, we have two squadrons of tie fighters that will blast the hangar gate open. Victory two and four will take the far side as we cover the entrance." He said, knowing their mission was grim. They were to assault an MC140 Scythe-Class main battlecruiser, the 'flagship' of the defensive grid of the planet. Initial offensive scans had indicated that it had been retrofitted but with nothing more substantial than modern electronics and navigation systems. The plan was to come in from it's portside and board it's hangars, Mythos wanted this ship intact, the crew however was expendable. Their attack came in their wedge formation, the gunships heavy in the middle and squadrons of fighters and interceptors at their flank. Hummer saw the fighters go down, both ally and enemy, a concept he cared little for. He was a Commenori Marine, he had betrayed his queen [member="Lady Kay"] and was swayed by the promise of riches and better pay and indeed it had come, at the cost of more work. He and his compatriots were chosen for this special regiment the Sith Lord created, thrust into Florn to train with Lamparoids and train in the harsh environments of Nathema to simulate fleet to fleet naval combat. It was brutal, both mentally and physically but it all culminated here, if he could please his Sith masters then perhaps more of the riches he already enjoyed would come his way.

His assault craft rumbled, he shouldered his SIF battlerifle also shared by the majority of the Sith Empire but his was special, his was shortened and modified for a higher rate of fire. The closer he got to the ship the more the enemy fire intensified, noting the medium size swarm of fighters coming their way escorting them. Another TIE fighter crashed, blasting away two enemies before the debris from his fallen foes destroyed the ship, nasty way to die, cold and alone here in space.The pilot gave the hand signal, one finger, thirty seconds. The lights inside the gunship came alive in a bright and blinking red light. All around Hummer men armed with different types of weaponry, custom load outs and personally purchased, sometimes rare pieces of gear stood and readied their weapons. Hummer secured his Minos pistol and SIF rifle, grenades and hybrid X sights.

"Alright everyone final checks, weapon checks and ammo checks." He said to the sound of clanking guns, he himself was busy triple checking the oxygen and his smart shells and bio shell pockets. His MK suit was perfect, his HUD was shining, the C.A.R.G.S. system was online and he could hear everything so well because of the Chrysalis drug... still he took yet another injection just to be sure. His veins extended as his eyes became animalistic. He could sense the tension outside as the gunners of his own ships blasted away as they came into the Scythe Class' hangar to the rumbling sound of enemy fire and scrambling pilots.

As the gunships came the fire arc of the broadside so did the intense turbolaser fire and point defense cannon fire from the Scythe class focus on them. The fighters and bombers took the brunt of the punishment but one of their ships went down before getting down in the hangar. Even once inside the hangar they came under fire from small arms and launchers, but the homing missiles and the composite beam laser cannons of the gunships made quick work of the ground defenses without more than a few broken or crashed gunships. Now was the time, they were in.

The lights went green on the Marino ships.

The first black and green colored gunship clamped down inside the Scythe Class hangar under fire but returning fire, it's ramps opened to reveal the Marinos blasting back with the G-35 weapon system, suppressing the enemy for the fireteams with the SIF to come clear them out. Suddenly an explosion in enemy ranks broke the defensive gun nest next to the entrance of the tractor beam batteries. The Thermal detonator blast was accompanied by three shots from a Minos blaster pistol, the first two missing their mark but the third hitting an enemy soldier square in the chest, the impact of the particle beam exploding his body. Around this fallen enemy the fire of the G-35's intensified as well as the sweet sound of the fully automatic buzzing of the CF6.

"Move forward! Kill them all!"​

 

[Nixia Amabilia]

Location: Planet side
Objective: ???

The combat transport came to a low resounding hum. Vibrations in the hull significant in sync with the sounds of battle just outside the medium shuttle. Orders were shouted across the vessel to one sith trooper to another, their voices sounding almost like droids through the comms of their helmets. Eight troopers in total and all under the command of a Sith Acolyte, Her name was Nixia. She proved herself worthy of command in the past and much unlike her peers she had a reputation for caring for the men or women she commanded. A rare trait for a Sith.

Adorned in her Eclipse armor the Icarii sith smirked as the shuttle finally landed planet side in a small city. A deep roar sounded followed by a snap-hiss, This was the activation of her light-shield and lightsaber. " When the doors open stay behind me. I will lead the charge and provide cover." Nixia said aloud and with the wave of her hand the realese switch for the doors heaved upwards. Gravity gripped the transports back doors and sank them into the soil below. Blaster fire hailed toward them instantly. Remained solid with a wide defensive stance Nixias light-shield reflected all incoming energy projectiles. " Advance!" She commanded and watched as the squad broke formation briefly to fire apon the enemy barricaded ahead. One by one they fell and their numbers began to dwindle. Their display of tactics was beautiful almost too perfect. There were no friendly casualties and 90% enemy casualties. The rest of the enemies fighting forces had retreated for now.

" Scout the area. Notify me if you encounter Jedi. You all have done a great job. The Emperor will be very pleased." There was something here Nixia desired and she aimed to get it before the conquest ended.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]

It had been the entire point of the project.

Not creating another weapon the Sith used to demolish anything that stood before it, but something that could... preserve. Something that assisted Cerbera with her research and increased the volume of her test subjects. One point of data was noise, but add thousands of points? Hundreds of thousands? Millions? That is when you can start to see some sort of order in the chaotic noise.

Cerbera couldn't wait to see it in action.

"Mhm, indeed. The orchids were used in the past by... infamous Sith Lords." The tone suggested derision. "They were searching for eternal life and believed that this orchid would be their solution. Instead... they created yet another zombie strain that took out much of their research infrastructure."

Ugh.

Amateurs.

"I am uninterested in eternal life, but the Mirialan strain has some interesting properties and I'd like to see how much linkage there is to the Orchid strain."

Maybe there was none, but Cerbera wanted to see for herself. In large enough number of data where it would actually mean something.

 

[Irajah Ven]

Vain was largely disinterested in both zombie debacles and immortality. Both ultimately boiled down to fighting death, and that was a thing the woman found, at its core, to be a deeply disappointing and frustrating sort of project. Better to work with it, understanding that it was the end result of all things. The Zambranos had largely halted the march of death for themselves, but Vain knew just how much it had cost them. While many of the feelings and sensations were not ones that she herself valued, she recognized the value of them as creatures of flesh and blood.

So it did not surprise her that she had not come across these details in her work- it was, after all, not part of her work.

Oh, originally it had. There had been research her template had started and nearly completed before she had proved such a disappointment. The very first thing Vain had been tasked with was completing it- finding true immortality for the Zambranos, rather than these half measures. To find a cure for dark side corruption that ravaged their physical forms and hastened their physical deaths. But ultimately, she had told them firmly that there was no cure for death that did not involve the greatest of prices. There was no free ride that would give them everything and cost them nothing. That the Doctor Irajah Ven had been naive to even look for such a thing, and a fool for wasting her time and theirs.

That did not mean that she was entirely disinterested in the orchids themselves. She would like to see the genetics, coded letters scrolling across a screen for her to read as some people read the holonews. Perhaps there would be other factors she could use in her own studies. Perhaps not. Merely the test of their creation was enough here, and if there was a bonus to it, well.

Excellent.

The organic ship crested a rise above the moon itself, the valley that was their target spreading out beneath them.

Vain leaned over the controls, gloved fingers carefully settling.

[member="Cerbera"] should give the order to commence. Professional courtesy. The beaked face tilted, looking up at the other woman.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]

The rest of the approach was done in profound silence.

Cerbera didn't mind.

Maybe even preferred it to some degree, because it meant they could truly... appreciate the moment for what it was. A new beginning for their child, to see if it could fulfill the purpose that they had designed it for. She slowly stroked the console, encouraging it to try and go faster, to get to its meal. They had made a promise to it- just a little bit of patience and what would come next?

Was a bounty.

"Eat and be merry, darling." Cerbera murmured before the order was passively given through the interface. Almost immediately there was a chance. The ship lurched forward as it was allowed to break through its discipline.

Large appendages dove down and began to manipulate the hills underneath it as it settled down.

"Mm, I wonder how well it will be able to change the atmosphere."

Slowly as it began to devour the screens in front of them started to fill with data as it was converted in real-time.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

It was an atrocity.

A debauchery of blood, gore, and violence that could make even the darkest men shutter. The demons didn't just destroy their enemies they devoured them, annihilated their homes in explosions of void energy and the ruins were swept away as the corruption grew. Underneath the demon horde and its tyrant general Ulganax their warpath was a darkened scourge where the skies were inked with blight that blocked out the sun, a path of terrible mutations and twisted depravity as they were joined by those who fell to the horde's whispers and had their eyes opened to their darker nature, while others were utterly broken from the experience and left as gibbering husks of what once was human beings.

This wasn't just about destroying a people. This was about erasing them utterly wiping out their creations, destroying their ruins, twisting the very ground they once walked on and shattering the minds of those who remained. Ulganax the Darkener was one of the first progeny of the great Lotek'k, a product of his experiments with the creature as a means of directly expanding their control over the swarms and giving the demons swarms an extremely intelligent mind to coordinate themselves. Instead of surging forth like a shambling horde of mindless beasts their attacks were highly strategized, the bio forms who charged forward were carefully chosen and their movements coordinated while they could feign mindlessness they were smart creatures. They were bound to him as well as the Lotek'k itself being bound to him, and his control over the swarm deepened.

A fast moving land speeder glided across ahead of the Shadow Hand and before he could even react, the massive Ulganax's tendrils glowed and a blast of purple, vitrolic, void energy explodded into materialization and collided with the speeder consuming it utterly in a great explosion that only left a darkened stain on the ground. The cool voice of Ulganax rang out in his mind "These chattel provide little resistance they fall swiftly. They break easier than we anticipated. Is this true of all life?" Ulganax asked him. The creatures hive mind could both command and coordinate the troops, and perform split tasks at the same time it was quite remarkable. "Everyone has their breaking point, Ulganax. Some mortals may tout themselves as unbreakable but it's a lie. If you know where to press even the greatest paragon can be brought down to his or her knees, remember that. Careful with your blight the Jen'Lazea will be given this world once it's inhabitants are dealt with. It needs to be habitable for them when victory is assured." The Lord of Lies said back to it telepathically.

For Ulganax it was the creatures first experience in the outside world outside of a controlled environment on remote, dead worlds in the deep unknown regions. It was still young theoretically, however that notion was betrayed by just how smart the creature was.

[member="Darth Sacerdos"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

Location: Planetside Security post of Shri-tal
Objective: Numero Uno

Ithnan couldn't help but chuckle at the snappy retort he had received from [member="Thyne"] . He had more than earned it with his question. No one liked to be considered weak in any regard to an answer of approval with some snark behind it was more pleasant to his ears than a "no". The boy had already proven his usefulness in combat so having him around and functioning tilted the scales in his favor. His original squad of ten soldiers was still ten strong and gearing up for their transport.

With their weapons hot and ready the ten Troopers grouped up as an Imperial AIT broke past the layer of smoke and ash that was plaguing the upper atmosphere and touched down to earth, inertial dampeners working at full force to stop the rather accelerated entry. Creating a small cloud of dust as the door opened Ithnan replied to Thyne

"I'm grateful for your worry but I am fine as well. It seems are ride is here, best we get going." With a half smile, he slowly waved for everyone to get on and made his way aboard as well. Heading to the pilot without delay he relayed the coordinates for their excursion.

The mountains would be tricky to navigate but he was sure they would make whether they made it in one piece would be up to the defense that the people of this planet could conger up to deter aircraft from landing. If their initial assault wave was any indication of what they could achieve then it was safe to say the real hurdle would come when they landed once more. With the boom of the maneuvering jets, the transport ship lifted itself off the ground once more and raced off toward the nearby mountain regions of Shri-Tal. In the silence of abord, the transport Ithnan would look over from the handle he was holding and ask Thyne

"Where did you learn your skills with a blade?" small talk in the concert of war, an opportunity one could appreciate. In his case, there was more meaning to the conversation.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Above The Magnus Battlecruiser
Objective: Break the Defense Grid. Make landfall

The guns were relentless, the defense of their world had a valiant effort, even more the Magnus took a blast from the crossfire blasters of the Scythe Class to the right of it's deck. The blast shook the entire ship, the old ship still packing some heat clearly from the reverb of the attack. The Scythe was too far for the retribution shield to deal much damage. "Steady with the guns, keep her on course" Mythos said, as if he was not experiencing the chaos on board the ship as it fell under a concentrated fire from all angles as it plunged through the grid like a black and red sword. The Athena class fleet beside the magnus took as much of the abuse as they could but soon they too began to fall, one by one from the more powerful ships and guns in the grid. Still their numbers were too great for the planet to fend off. The Magnus as if on a suicide mission kept firing with it's long range guns unleashing it's full power on the space station, igniting it more and destroying more of it's colossal frame.

"HECTOR at fifty percent Lord Mythos. Hull has sustained minor damage" His voice was as robotic as ever when Anok-eh spoke, but it was now that even he started to move and scan around the transparisteel at the raging battle. Mythos on the other hand sat in silence upon the throne of the Magnus as it pushed forward, feeding upon the screams of souls in the force that drowned all around him. The fear upon his enemy, the knowledge of certain death, everything around him was exactly what a Sith like him enjoyed doing most. A golden gauntlet of his armor grasped the hilt of his ax, he held it in his hands letting the nexus of it's power feel inside of his very soul, it's dark corruption feeding him strength that in turn fueled his desire for death and conquest. He could even now comune with the spirit of the dead Sith Lord inside the Ax, an evil raining death from durasteel.

"Divert All power to the Particle Beams. Engage break thrusters. Have the Athenas move forward and call in the Angramar fleet. Initiate the planetary assault"

Inside the Scythe class there was a much different kind of battle being waged. The ship had been bombarded, it's shields had fallen and the barrage of the bombers and fighters raged outside. Inside the Marinos tore through the hangars and had begun to pour into the hallways of the ship and began clearing the hallways one by one. Hummer opened fire with his SIF-101 on a moving trooper, dashing from one side of the hallway to the next, there was no way he should have made that shot. Hummer heard better and saw better, he was stronger and faster because of the Chrysalis drug. The very shape of the ship made he entire maneuver a play with turbolifts and emergency exits. They took casualties in the initial skirmishes inside the ship but their superior weapons, technology and specialized training offered them significant edges that could no be denied. Once they began employing the LIS grenades the enemy had little they could do in such closed environments against this attack.

Hummer moved in through the poisoned smoke, the C.A.R.G.S. system, his HUD and the Hybrid X sights allowed him to be accurate in his shots and aggressive even in this low visibility battlefield not to mention his hearing and senses. When they took the hangars the enemy bridge shut off the turbolift command but the Xayinas droids that the Marinos employed began to hijack the system.The red glare was the only light in the hallways of the hangars and lower parts of the ship, the visibility made even worse because of the cloud of smoke that engulfed the sector yet the Marinos could see. They had taken the lower ship, now all they had to do was wait for the droids to get them to the command bridge and the guns.

"This is Hummer. We have the lower ship"

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[Taeli Raaf]

In orbit over Shri-Tal
Aboard the Elidibus
Objective: Burn and Purge

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

"The Emperor and his Graug have begun assaulting the planet of Cazador, and Lord Mythos has begun his assault as well," she said, stepping forward to look out from the bridge viewport, hands clasped behind her back. Other grounds forces were already at play, but she was looking forward to the results Fiolette had promised from Captain Tarkin. "Proceed, Rear Admiral. Wipe this pathetic planet from the face of the galaxy."

Her face was impassive as the first incandescent beams of energy began streaking to the surface, promising only death and destruction. Their forces on the ground would loot anything of value, procure specimens she desired and slaughter the rest. And behind them, a firestorm of catastrophic magnitude. For the second time in recent times, she would enjoy the destruction of a planet.

"How are the systems holding up?" she asked, immediately switching from dark Sith wanting a planet annihilated to curious shipbuilder wanting to make sure everything on the new ship was working properly.