[TSE vs The Dominion] Operation Dominion's Fall: TSE Invasion of Krayiss II Hex

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Location: kreyiss II
Objective: Write a story
Allies: TRE [member="Lark"]
Enemy: TD
Equipment:
Darth Revan's Robes
Revans Lightsaber
Kova Bladed heels

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She turned to look at the voice that spoke out to her. Her red eyes would look the man up and down placing judgment on him. Somehow he was aware of her name, a name not so freely spoken. It was an easy assumption he was one of the empires subjects. A so called ally if sith can call each other such things. "Well lark I hope you don't dissapoint me." She spoke in a soft voice to equal his. "It seems we are to be tested together. To breath down the throat of war and rise up as victors wouldn't you agree?" A faint smile was brought upon her lips.

"Just think who may be watching, and think of the opportunity to rise above the others and claim your dominance." She was speaking of such power she only dreamed of. The power she'd someday claim as her own. To be in league of the dark lords of the sith. Teresa knew there was much to be learnt. Not just from ancient memory's but from the evolved sith of this time.

Six transports began to decend around the small village as troops poured out with blasters at the ready. "Before we move into fray at temple stone how about a small wager?" She suggested to the man. "Who ever can kill the most men in the village wins. The winner claims the women and children as their slaves." There was always fun to be had. Even in the cruel evil way, but what other way was there.

 

[Anya Malvern]

Allies:[member="Adron Malvern"] @Ra'a'mah
Enemies: [member="Travis Caalgen"]
Obj...silence is golden

She stood as she listened, she didn't like how any if it sounded at all...reeked of foul play. She looked to ra then adrom as she kept her hands at her side next to her sabers just in case

As it went on she watched adron whisper to the man after mentioning her, she knew this couldn't be well or...well in good mind but something anya didn't want

She stood straighter waiting for his answer...tension hung in the air like a thick fog blanketing the land, she thought so many things that could go wrong but was ready to fall if need be

 

[Riamah]

Location: Eol Sha
Allies: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Anya Loma"]
Enemies: [member="Travis Caalgen"]
Objective: Options

"When has justice ever been fair in war?"

Her naturally gold eyes looked hard at the imperial as she asked her question.

"Though thank you for allowing the civilians to leave."

Looking at her two companions, Ra felt the effects of the Ysalamir and knew they too would be deprived of the Force from it. With an army at his back, she knew fighting was not an option. Her hands she held at her sides, but easily enough she could have her sabers in her hands. Force or no Force, she did know how to fight if she needed to.

She listened to the words shared between him and Adron and raised her chin slightly at the mention of her. Ra knee means and methods of questioning that went beyond barbaric, but never employed them. She also knew how to resist questioning. If it came down to it, she would not fold under anything this man or Empire could put her through.

At the silence of Anya, Ra turned and looked at the woman. She had changed since they first met what seemed like a lifetime ago. Before, the red head would have exploded at Caalgen, consequences be damned. Nodding her head and giving her credit, Ra turned back to hear what the imperial had to say.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Eol Sha
Objective: Cleanse the world
Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Tyrian"] @other Sith
Enemies: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Cairyn Midore"] @Ra'a'mah
Oddity: [member="Travis Caalgen"]

Equipment: Lightsaber Mask of Secrets Armor

"I've done my fair share of rituals," she answered simply. Her senses twinged, more arrivals... ah. "It would seem we have some more arrivals at the colony, Imperials by the feel of them if their... feelings of pride are anything to go by."

Odd, she had not been notified that any Imperial forces were even in the area. She wondered what their purpose could be for being here, but in the end, it mattered little to her. The colony, and really the planet, were to be an example for all to see... especially once Krayiss fell. It was not a matter of if, in her mind, only a matter of when. Equally of wonderment was if the Dominion would actually challenge the her and her companion. She stopped walking, looking around and judging the lay of the land. Yes, this would do nicely. Roughly equidistant to any of the volcanoes, a good focal point to build the needed energies.

Lava boiled nearby, and within it... excellent. She had hoped there would be a few of them lurking, feeding. One never thought of it, but the great circle of life, the food chain as it were, was more in line with the dark side than that of the light. The struggle for food, the fear of being devoured, the pride and deep seated satisfaction in a successful kill, the actual death itself... it all would serve as fuel for the ritual to truly reawaken this planet and align it squarely with the dark.

"This is good," she said, gloves being removed from her hands and being tucked away. "We shall require one of the fireworms to be brought to the surface to act as our catalyst. If you wouldn't mind?"

Even as she made the suggestion, really a command, blue and purple flames flickered to life... the dark side gushing from them in an exquisite display of its might. They would start to scar the earth around them, carving arcane symbols into the ground that contained and would focus the dark side.

 

[Miles Varden]

Location: Krayiss 2
Allies: [member="Formorta"] [member="Adron Malvern"]
Enemies: @Alkor Centarus [member="Asharad Graush"]
Objective: Survive

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Gear:
Lazy Eye
Ambassador
Knife
AXT5
Duster
Bandolier/Belt
The Butcher
x2 M42

Miles wasn't able to get completely out of the way when the first Sith dropped down onto the Dominion line, sending Miles and a dozen others flying. Flipping end over end until he slammed into the dirt, his rifle lost in the chaos. Miles rolled over and picked himself up, just as a second Sith dropped using the same technique as the first. This time, he ducked behind cover, his Cater Coat deflecting the brunt of the blast. Rising over the barricade, Miles came up, Power Five pistol and Fett Kal knife out and firing at the Sith.

<<Targets inside our perimeter! Regroup and counter, focus fire on both targets. Send word for reinforcements or fire support!>>

Miles pulled out a secondary power cell and slotted it in place. He continued firing and moved, to keep out of the line of fire.

"Get those Sith pinned down, don't let them move!"

The Dominion troops gathered themselves and began to return fire against the Sith from all angles. The Sith standing in the middle of the Dominion line would receive all forms of fire from repeaters, blasters, E-webs and slugthowers. Hopefully they could repel the Sith until help arrived.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Krayiss II / Obelisk.
Objective: Break the Obelisk's Defenses.
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"], 'Nearby' [member="Tirdarius"]
Enemies: [member="Formorta"], The Dominion.
Equipment: Graush Power Armour, Sith Lightsabre, Hydrastaff.

In the time that the Sith Lord broke the Dominion's unprepared lines, he hadn't been remaining still. Where the Dark Jedi would've directed the wrath of the Sith Lord on snipers in places too inconvenient to reach, the Sith Lord laid waste to the defenders in place surrounding them. Where there were dazed soldiers, they were eliminated with quick uses of telekinetics, a snapped neck, a ragdoll here and there. Of course, when he seemingly pulled defensible walls apart and set them in front of the two wielders of the Dark Side, A'sharad exhaled deeply as he glanced towards his comrade.

"The wall flies." A nod. And then they'll die.

A simple plan, the Sith Lord merely required another moment to recuperate himself before he presumed the Xendori Guard would preoccupy himself with whatever retaliation came their way. Taking a half step backwards, his left hand was placed on his side of the prefab wall as he felt it begin to heat up from the blaster bolts that were striking upon it on the other side. He shoved forwards, and the wall lurched away from him at life threatening speed. Telekinetics were all well and good, but ballistakinesis was where the Sith Lord excelled when it came to advanced abilities. Sure, the objective of his manipulation was large, but he didn't require complete control, merely a... push in the right direction.

And that direction was the only position that A'sharad had spotted with a protective barrier. To be more specific, right for [member="Miles Varden"]'s hiding place.

Without the protection however, with the almost redundant amounts of overlapping fire that buffeted him, the young Graush realized his oversight.

We need a distraction.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Templestone, Krayiss II
OBJECTIVE: Take the city
ALLIES: [member="Grimoire"] | The Sith Empire | TBC
ENEMIES: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Formorta"] | The Dominion | TBC
GEAR: Sasori Armour | Hidden Blade | Lightsaber

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"Facing resistance to the North, Shadow Leader," crackled the Acolyte through the wrist-mounted com on Connor’s arm.

”Act as I trained you to be. Be decisive, be fluid and don’t stop moving forward."

"I understand. The Force shall free me."

The com clicked off. Connor broke into a run towards a smoking assault tank that looked like it had been struck by artillery or an attack from above. He enhanced his speed a little as he saw movement and the markings of the Dominion.

When two soldiers emerged from behind the smoking tank, they clocked Connor but it was too late. He pushed his right arm out, a firm palm upwards. The burst of Force energy catapulted the soldiers backwards into the smoke-stained wall of the city like dolls. It also pushed the tank backwards a few yards and backed it up onto the wall with a crunch of stone and metal, and he used it as a way in.

Running up the burning vehicle, through the black smoke and out onto the back, he vaulted up to the wall and cleared the outer perimeter and stretched out his cybernetic arm to grab hold of the edge to stop his fall. Pulling himself up, the Dark Sider flipped onto the top and saw into the city.

He could hear shouts, charges, cries and commands echoing around the mighty stronghold. Pockets of fire and smoke could be seen and fighters swopping in the sky picking out targets from above.

”Shadow Three, converge on my signal."

A scream came through the com.

"At once, Shadow Leader."

Connor ran a section of the wall and found an easier way though by jumping down onto wooden walkways, building rooftops and down to the ground. In the sector he found himself in, it was quiet. Battles were taking place across the city in the distance, and Connor had to push on towards the centre.

”Empire forces in the city walls, relay your location. I’m in. Time to take them apart."

He knew where his saber was for a quick attack, but for now he moved like the shadow he had become and would take down anything in his way reaching the others.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: The Courthouse Clock, Templestone, Krayiss II
Allies: The Dominion | [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Darth Caecus"]
Objective: Survive

His knuckles turned as pale as Aela’s skin as they plunged towards the ground. The dark structure loomed ahead of them. Jacen shook his head incredulously in spite of the forces acting upon him. Not only were they crashing, but they had skipped off their first impact and were heading straight for an old sith temple. The angles were unmistakably.

The Force guided him to lend what strength he could to the barrier she snapped into place around them.Then every sense he had was overwhelmed on impact.

Jacen blinked his eyes open. Awareness came in waves of pain. His view slowly resolved to the shuttle wall. Light spilled through the shattered viewscreen and cracks in the hull. Aela’s bubble and the inertial dampeners must have held because he was still alive to see it.

"Attention, crashed vessel. This is captain Kainan Wolfe of the independent cruiser Final Verdict. I have witnessed your crash on our sensors and I'm bringing a shuttle and a squad of soldiers down to help. Please respond if you heard this message,"

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming…” he grumbled as he unstrapped himself. “Come on, I’m the old one,” he said as Aela stirred.

“Stay still,” he said suddenly spotting something. At least the ship had come to rest on its belly. Jacen dropped down to the floor and moved quickly to Aela. He brought both hands up against the side of her ribs before she could protest. A shard of metal hed cut through the bulkhead right next to her. Just an inch from slicing through her side and a foot from skewering her heart.

He sighed, stood back and gave her a nod. “Thought you’d been punctured for a moment,” he apologised as he turned for the console. His gait was unsteady as he pulled the mic from the console and thumbed the open response.

“This is an Alliance diplomatic vessel. Message acknowledged.” Jacen didn’t say more; it was an open hail rather than a secure line. He leaned on the console and peered up at the inside of the structure they’d smashed through. “What the feth did we land on...in…” he asked the void rhetorically.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: The Courthouse Clock, Templestone, Krayiss II
Allies: The Dominion | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Darth Caecus"]
Objective: Where Am I?!

Her head was spinning, bile had pooled in her throat, and her vision remained somewhat blurry. She heard Jacen speaking, saw him dash across the ship to pull something from just beside her. There was a loud ringing in her ear and she felt more than a little dazed. Her lips where thin, and slowly she took in a deep breath just as Jacen moved away from her. She tried to stay something, her hands shaking violently as she tried to catch her breath and focus upon herself.

Aela glanced down at her side, seeing the metal barb that had nearly pierced her side. She frowned for a moment, then looked up at Jacen. He was speaking into the comm-link, talking to...someone. Aela frowned, and then suddenly pulled the straps from her chest. She leaned over and spilled her guts onto the floor, bile pooling at her feet and nearly splashing onto her boots. "I."

She spoke quietly.

"Hate." A cough pulled through her throat, her hand coming up to wipe away the bile on her lips. She pulled herself up and gave Jacen a sour expression, grabbing onto a bent upper rail and pulling herself to a somewhat hunched standing position. Anger radiated from her, though it was mixed with an odd sort of elation at still being alive. "Flying."

The Jedi Master stomped forward, taking careful measure to not step in her own throw up. She moved towards the end of the Starhawk, grasping onto the hilt of her blade and pulling it free from where it had embedded itself into the inner hull. Sparks flew for a moment as cut wires attempted to reconnect. She frowned, then slowly slipped the blade into its place on her back, turning towards Jacen and motioning towards the top of the ships hull. "I don't know, but I'm not staying in this death trap."

Her lightsaber snapped into life a moment later, stabbed into the roof of the Starhawk before Jacen had time to argue.

Aela carved a wide circle into the hull, her hand breaching up a second later to pop out her newly created exit. A heartbeat after Aela bounded up and onto the roof of the starship, lightsaber still burning bright violet.

 

[Sinya]

Location: The Courthouse Clock, Templestone, Krayiss II
Objective: Wait for orders, accompany the Darths
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"], [member="Darth Caecus"], The Saaraishash, TSE
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"]

Sinya was new to the Sith Empire, and even newer to the the Saaraishash. As an initiate, the acolyte was bound to follow the orders of her superiors, and that was the cause that had led her and a group of others to the Empire’s invasion on Kraynis II and others. Moving along with the Thirriken Sith Lord, Darth Saarai, her fellow initiates and inquisitors had been ever ready since they were deployed for action.

Despite being new and inexperienced, she was no stranger to fighting or anything combat related. The Zabrak had learnt to fight at an early age, and then went on to fight for her life for more than a dozen years. She knew that when the time came, she would be able to perform well, if not better than the rest of her fellow initiates.

She would show her worth to Darth Saarai and make a name for herself. Good impressions tend to last, and she knew that those were vital in getting a foothold to improve herself and her abilities to better the serve the Empire in any form or shape. Sinya had never really been a part of any organisation that she could really say she felt proud to pledge her cause to, and this newly-minted Sith Empire was as great a start as any. While the rest of them waited for the Thirriken to converse with the other Sith Lord she only knew as Darth Caecus, Sinya took the time to observe her surroundings once more.

The clock tower that dominated the landscape was an oddity, and it was just something about the prominent structure that made her feel ill at ease. Reciting the words of the Sith code in an effort to calm her nerves and steel her resolve, the acolyte waited to for any further orders frombthe Lord Inquisitor.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Location: The Courthouse Clock, Templestone / Krayiss II
Allies: The Dominion, [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: Sith Empire, [member="Darth Saarai"], [member="Darth Caecus"], [member="Sinya"]
Objective: Profit from the war
Equipment: Slug thrower rifle, blast-resistant vest
Troops: 10x Infantrymen

The immaculate white Lambda-class shuttle landed in what used to be an intersection between two roads, only a few meters away from the final resting place of the downed Jedi Starhawk. Ten uniformed men armed with blaster pistols, grenades and slug thrower rifles, wearing a spotted gray camouflage uniform and plain gray blast-resistant vests and helmets exited the ancient, but well-maintained shuttle in an swift, precise manner and deployed to form a defensive perimeter around the crashed vessel, followed by their commander who snapped orders at them as the shuttle took to the air and exited the area.

The commander of the ragtag, but disciplined unit wore similar equipment as his soldiers, minus the helmet and with the addition of a camouflaged officer's trenchcoat bearing no rank insignia on its shoulders, worn over the metallic, blast-resistant armor vest, approached the crashed alliance ship with his rifle slung across his chest, but held at a ready, walking with an air of casual authority. He wore his dark brown hair cut short, in a military fashion and on a quick inspection one could easily see the streaks of white which, coupled with the scar on the left side of the man's face, made seem look much older than he actually was. His eyes were his most striking feature. Ice-cold blue and burning with a fierce intensity that spoke of grim determination and perhaps a hint of hatred.

"Survivors of the Alliance vessel," he announced himself, as he reached the Starhawk. "My name is Kainan Wolfe. I am the captain of the independent Admonitor-class light star destroyer Final Verdict. Me and my men are here to assist you. We have determined a suitable location for evacuation, several clicks from here, where our shuttle can land safely for the amount of time required to evacuate you and your injured, if you have any."

A beep from his comlink interrupted his speech and his hand brought it up with a swift motion. "Alpha Wolf, this is Verdict Actual. Reaper Squadron has not yet returned from its previous assignment." The man calling himself Wolfe narrowed his eyes, a hint of anger and worry glinting in them. "Verdict Actual, this is Alpha Wolf," he replied. "Get those TIE/Reapers rerouted to my location as soon as possible. I want some air cover, yesterday." he instructed his crew. "Copy that, Alpha Wolf. Will redeploy fighters as soon as able."

 

[Poe]

Location: Krayiss II (A few clicks from the Obelisk)
Objective: Conquer Krayiss II
Allies: [member="Venthis Zambrano"]
Enemies: The Dominion
Gear: Whispers of Ghosts , Armor/Outfit



With long strides, I marched down the hillside letting my robe to slip off my body; granting better mobility for the future festivities. My eyes locked on one single man, the obvious leader of this rag-tag army. As I locked onto him, so did he to me. Stretching his muscles as he strode toward me, I observed he was equal in height but tripled in body mass. In unison, we stopped a few yards from one another. A sour silence floated between us, but it was this man who spoke first. "Either you're very brave or very prideful to come down here alone, Sith." Ignoring his words, for now, I leaned my head to the left of the man glancing at his troops.

"I'm neither in fact, prey. I'm what you would call fearless," I replied looking back at him. He let out a snort waving his hands to his left and right before replying, "Fearless? Do you not see what stands behind me, Sith?" Mocking him, I snorted back responding, "All I see are corpses." My response caught him offguard, as he blinked several times trying to comprehend my words.

Before he could respond, I added, "You seem like an honorable man, prey. So I challenge you in single combat. Do you accept this or does your morals prevent you from fighting a woman?" A small chuckle escaped his lips. "What are the stakes?" I could sense he was eager to fight me, most people with any skill fantasized about fighting a Sith; though very little survived such an encounter.

"Simplicity, prey. If you win, you earn the right to boast you killed me, Darth Sarcophago, and the right to keep my weapon as your personal trophy. If I win, I will be allowed to pass unmolested to the Obelisk, the right to do with you as I see fit, and your army will disband and be free to return to their homes." The man closed his eyes, calculating his chances of victory. He knew, as I did, that he had more to lose than myself; however, the warrior inside him couldn't refuse this opportunity. "Agreed!"

The moment his fateful words escaped his lips, I lunged like a predator, catching him by surprise. My balled left fist drove into this throat, knocking him back and gasping for breath. Drawing my hilt from my sash, I ignited the blade end saying, "Wise choice, prey."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: The Courthouse Clock, Templestone, Krayiss II
Objective: Dash them against the stones
Allies: The Sith Empire - In proximity: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Darth Caecus"] | [member="Sinya"]
Enemies: The Dominion - In proximity: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"]
Equipment:

• The Tyrant's Shroud
• Sith Shuk'orok
• Sith Lightsabers
• The Scepter of Iniquity

A monstrous gale heralded the beast's arrival, and with a bellow of unrestrained rage the Dread Behemoth Adramelech soared through the air before landing upon the Clocktower's apex. Its powerful talons clutched onto the dark stone, its muscular hind legs keeping it balanced as its rider directed it to overlook the courtyard below. They had spied a shuttle rapidly descending through the atmosphere before coming to a screeching halt at the foot of the eldritch tower, digging up the cobblestone and sending bits of debris flying in all directions. There were other monsters like Adramelech, but none were as massive as he was for he was bred with the singular purpose of carrying one individual into battle.

The Dark Lord of the Sith.

Carnifex adjusted himself in his saddle, peering down at the wrecked shuttle. His body was pasted with gore in several places, the aftermath of the moments when he had dismounted his vile creature and torn through the ranks of several dozen Dominion soldiers and supporters as he unleashed his terror upon the occupied city. Those who did not immediately fall to his crimson blade were dispatched in a much more cruel manner by Adramelech, who bellowed forth thick clouds of noxious fumes to choke the air from their lungs and cause their flesh to enter advanced stages of necrosis in the blink of an eye. Even weak metal corroded and rusted in its wake, and those who were lucky enough to survive were sent fleeing in terror by the monster's mere presence.

That had been some time ago, they had been scouring the city since to find more corpses to add to the pile. Carnifex observed the crashed shuttle for several more moments, and was about to head off in another direction before the bright flash of a violet lightsaber cutting through durasteel reacquired his gaze. He didn't immediately pounce on them, that would come later, for now he reserved himself to observe from his high perch and formulate a strategy of attack.

But it wouldn't be long before he acted.

 

[Aver Brand]

LOCATION: Betha II
OBJECTIVE: Equalize
ALLIES: The Sith Empire, [member="Loray Tares"]
ENEMIES: The Dominion
GEAR: In Bio

“We’ll give them a choice,” she replied after a beat. Even when her bones were younger and her bloodlust drove her to greater violence, Aver always gave people a choice – no, an active decision, where the power to live or die was entirely in their own hands.

Be the victim, or be the survivor.

If most chose the former, was it her fault?

“Let’s go.”

Someone always did. Large or small, the cogs of the galaxy ground all the same, century after century. Today it was the Equalizers who exacted their power over this world. In a thousand years, some other predator would stride along, sink their claws into some other pound of flesh.

The plateau cut off abruptly – a long fall to the bottom of the canyon, some three hundred feet below. Still safer than scaling the rusted metal spires of Nadir, where one off-timed jump would smear you over the windshield of a blazing speeder. There was no traffic here save for the occasional squawking bird, and the air wasn’t clogged thick with smog.

Aver vaulted forward and disappeared into the chasm.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

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Location: Krayiss II, Descending on Templestone
​Objective: ​Death
​Allies: ​The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"]
​Enemies: The Dominion
Gear:

• ​Death's Cloak
• ​Daesumnor
• Lightsaber
• ​Valthris

​The Dominion.

​The Day of Reckoning finally came for the blasphemous organization that dared infest the galaxy like a plague. The Sith Empire struck deep into the heart of their worlds its majestic armada a sight to behold, spearheaded by the two Darr Itah Grand Battlecruisers Blade of Fate and Hammer of Bastion that dropped out of hyperspace at the world of Krayiss II. ​As the Sith descended upon the world in a great wave a darkness swept over the city of Templestone. But these weren't the Graug Hordes or the infamous Blackblade Legion that came crashing down in a myriad of huge ramshackle transports well reinforced and shielded that crashed down like a great swarm in and out of the city's great walls.

​It was death.

​Darth Prazutis, Lord of Death, and a Zambrano Prince descended upon the world. To Prazutis loyalty was everything especially between he and his nephew. So when Kaine decreed the Dominion were an abomination, when he bellowed his desire to see their worlds burn the Destroyer didn't quip, didn't question, they would simply be erased. Any dark sider who would dare willing to break bread with the light were abominations who would be torn down alongside them, and they all would join the other victims, trapped souls within Daesumnor.

​Death came for them all.

​When the great ramps and doors of these transports swept open a hot, sickening fog of decay and putrefaction swept out like a tidal wave into the air smothering all other scents around the walled city in its gut wrenching stench. Out from these transports in frenzied shrieks came Death's legions, the living dead. All shapes and sizes from beasts such as acklay, nexu, and rancor, to humanoid beings swept forth. All of them bound to the will of their master, all of them would sweep the city of resistance. If it didn't drop to its knees and kneel at the whims of the propaganda messages sweeping through the city, they would be washed away by gnashing teeth and ravaging claws.

​Then he came.

​A lone pod crashed down atop the wall overlooking the gate just as flying beasts of death swept over. The Dark Titan blasted the pods door open sweeping out to the sound of countless wailing souls bound to his form, screeching in the pain and agony they suffered. The close distance one could hear them so loud it drowned out other noise, with the voices came the fear striking deep into the hearts of those who defended the city's walls. Darth Prazutis drew the great runeblade and launched himself into glorious battle his blade falling like the paintbrush of an artist each fall cleaving limb, spilling blood, and claiming souls. Over it all the Lords voice boomed deep and loud.

​"Abominations. You dare wield the dark powers alongside an insect of the light and call him friend in battle, brother in war, the gall." ​Darth Prazutis roared carving his way through to a dark side wielding warrior seeming commanding this section. The man was good but he was no master, he crumpled in the Destroyer's full assault. But the lord lifted him up high into the air then holding him like a trophy for all to see. Prazutis drove Daesumnor into a nearby corpse and in one swift motion drove his clawed gauntlet through flesh and bone with a resounding snap his strength allowing him to crush ribs, tear flesh, muscle, and sinew as he then wrenched the still beating heart from the dark siders chest.

He tossed his lifeless form over the wall and stared down at the still beating heart in his hand, his armor and gauntlet covered in crimson blood. "The Light and all associated with it will fall." In a swift motion he crushed the heart in his hand feeling it pop with erupting fluids, crushing it until it oozed from his hand.

 

[Darth Caecus]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: The Courthouse Clock, Templestone, Krayiss II[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Observe[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Sinya"], The Saaraishash, TSE[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies Nearby: Cultists- (?)[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] (?)[/SIZE]​

Beneath the mask a ghost of a smile flickered.

He was right. She had tried, for awhile at least, to live a quiet, simple life. It was strange- she didn't relish in the killing. The killing itself meant nothing to her. But the process of pushing herself to her limits and beyond, of the hunt itself? She could not say she found joy in them. Just a grim satisfaction. It was, she figured, as good as it got, and that was enough for her.

Rather than answer him in words, she shook her head. Apparently, she'd used up her quota a moment ago. No, she had no better plan. The layout of the inside of the courthouse could not be planned without access to city blueprints, and there simply wasn't *time* to track something like that down.

Most of Tai Fa's inquisitors were instructed to different sources of egress, though two approached at the diminutive sith lord's beckoning. She knew neither, but noted the similarly masked nature of one of them.

Cloaked in dark grey and bemasked, it was impossible to determine gender, age, or even if the sith known as Darth Caesus was human or not. It was, for the moment, how she preferred it. She had no desire for news of the face beneath the mask to reach certain corners of the galaxy- those who had fought on the Omega, whose troops had died there and on Castameer.

No, it was better this way.

Caesus led the way to a small service door nestled behind one of the clock's sliding faces. Locked, it took only a moment where she leaned against the door before the sound of the mechanism giving way clicked softly in the night just below the sound of the clock's ticking. Pulling the door open, the staircase yawned black beneath them.

 

[Formorta]

Location: Krayiss II
Objective: Hold the Obelisk
Allies: [member="Miles Varden"]
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Asharad Graush"]
Equipment: APARmk1 (see signature), Kisteer projectile rifle, duel vibro blades, dampening belt, cloaking field, thermal/ion detonators.

The Sith had currently taken shelter behind some rubble which they moved into place using the force, that was just enough time to retrieve her weapon. Pushing of the ground she launching into a sprint towards the still wedged APAR, once close enough she preformed a somersault grabbing onto the barrel wedging it free mid flip. Once hitting the ground she performed a commando roll, loading a round into the chamber simultaneously. and proceeded to take aim at the rubble with which the Sith were hiding behind.

She held breath, the weapon staying motionless, eyes trained near the center of the rubble, finger pushing down on the trigger. A loud roar erupted from the rifle as the .57 caliber anti-armour round came out of the chamber, flying at super sonic speeds towards the Sith makeshift barrier. The kick back though large was barely felt by the sniper and as such went straight to loading another round into the chamber as soon as the first round left.

 

[Subject 37]

Location: Space, Eol Sha Orbit
Allies: [member="Krest"] | [The Sith Empire]
Enemies: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Anya Loma"] | @Ra'a'mah | [member="Cairyn Midore"] [The Dominion]

The dropship shook, but this time there wasn't any explosion.

His lips slipped into a frown as the vessel rocked back and forth, shaking over and over again even as they neared the surface of the planet. A part of him continued to wonder of the blood that might be spilled the death. His breath cut short for a moment, and then he felt a sudden jolt as the dropship turned upright.

He heard the sound of someone behind him tearing off his helmet and puking his guts out, a small smirk pulling across Tyrian's lip. "Amateur."

That was common enough among the Sith. Most of their soldiers weren't well trained Elite, but conscripts. Men and women who had been dragged away from their farmhouses to fight the war was canon fodder. The idea was an age old one, almost as old as the Sith themselves. Most of them couldn't handle entry, many more of them couldn't handle combat. Tyrian tightened his grip for a moment more, his lips thinning and then his own stomach dropping for just a second.

"Ten seconds!"

A voice called out over the comm, Tyrian frowned and then reached down to pull one of his twin blasters from it's holder.

"Here we go again." He said to himself as he felt the Dropship lurch one more time, then suddenly the bay doors to his right popped open, and the war once again began.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

Spoiler

Allies: TSE, Darth Sarcophagohttp://starwarsrp.net/user/14687-darth-sarcophago/
Enemies: The Dominion
Objective: Conquer Krayiss II

Nearing the Obelisk,
Krayiss II.

His fellow partner had arrived, her words rang through his head, though he would keep his eyes forwards facing the enemy. "They are too stupid to see past their durasteel swords." He stated, shaking his head slowly. Though he would eventually rise to his feet with a wide smile. "I've never been good at introductions." With that, he began to march alongside her for some time. Eventually, a man would approach them, she took the lead. He would simply continue forwards past him, not even giving a glance backwards. He understood what was about to unfold. His eyes flashed a bright red for a moment and the ensemble of enemies would not even see Venthis. He was like a gust of wind passing through them. It only held for a few seconds before eventually coming to an end, with Venthis reappearing behind them though this time. He wore his helmet on his head, ready for combat with his lightsaber in his hand.

He ignited the hilt, with a raise of his blade he would take a lunge forwards and bring the blade downwards slicing through one of his opponents and raising the decapitated head from his body. "Do not face the same death as your comrade." He called out. "I am Venthis Zambrano, son of Braxus Zambrano. All of you on your knees, and it will be... a painless death." He glanced over to Darth Sarcophago for a moment before turning back squeezing onto the head he held in his hand causing the eyes to seep out of it with blood spurting across the ground beneath. Half of the enemy soldiers turning away, sickened and the other half growing with anger.

He through the head at them all and turned and continued to walk towards the Obelisk.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Abandoned 'Campsite'.
Allies: ”[member="Darth Ophidia"]” ”[member="Leliana"]” ”[member="Enyo Typhos"]” (The Sith Empire).
Enemies: (The Dominion).

Cerbera listened intently to their insights - two of them confirmed her suspicions, the third one (the apprentice) enticed her to get a little bit more curious about the origins of the statue.

The alchemist brushed past the young girl, smirking once again when seeing the hand keeping a hold over Leliana and making sure she didn't fall too deep in the mesmerizing quality of the Force again. Her hand touched the statue next. Eyes closed, focused, searched for meaning behind the sandy dirt and the texture of the material. Instead looking for the signature that was always there, when sorcery or alchemy were being executed.

"Not just a memorial," Cerbera filled the silence two seconds later. Her hand kept brushing, kept exploring the warm stone, until it finally reached a point.

A crux in the material, something that could be manipulated. "Look,"

Within the Force the Sith Lord focused and pressed against the material. Her hand disappeared into the hidden illusion and the click of mechanisms sounded through the immediate area. Underneath them the ground and sand shuddered, causing Cerbera to almost lose her balance, before steadying herself against the statue.

Then it started to sink, down, down, down, into the sand and Cerbera needed to take a few steps back as the sand gave away for an entrance with black, blood-stained stairs.

"Convenient for these people, at least they don't have to walk far with their burden."

A flick of her finger and the hand on Leliana's shoulder reacted. One finger was briefly brushed past her cheek, almost warm, almost caressing in gentle comfort, before it dropped to the ground and scurried off down into the darkness. As a scout that would tell them exactly how dangerous it was, before they walked into the shadows themselves.