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

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Beneath the campsite with the depressed statue and the moving body parts.
Allies: Team Occult Meta. Now starring a Plant Lady Sith ( [member="Cerbera"] ), Pale Assassin ([member="Darth Ophidia"]) and [member="Leliana"] who's not from Dragon Age
Honorary mention: The severed hand and toe.
Enemies: Those other people.


Enyo viewed the cultists' apparent inability to keep their steps clean with disapproval. Archangel had taught her that it was important to maintain certain standards of cleanliness while committing atrocities. There was nothing wrong with being an amoral cyborg or an insane, bloodthirsty cultist who abducted people for nefarious purposes, but neither was an excuse for lack of sanitation. Any time she sent someone a severed head to send a message, she made sure to clean it up and wrap it in foil. As [member="Amara Zarides"] could confirm, her order-obsessed sister was a neat freak and always got on her case when she did not clean up her room.


"Sloppy," she muttered with disdain, as she made her way down the bloodstained stairs after giving Leliana a nod when the Assassin voiced her theories. She moved fluidly, despite the weight of her phrik skeleton. It would have been an almost silent approach, where it not for the mechanical hiss of servomotors inside her armour. Blasphemous sigils and carvings of weeping scarlet eyes, hungry mouths and general apocalyptic iconography graced the walls. All seemed to harken back to the storm that had consumed Mirial. One could hear blasphemous chants coming from further away, for the cultists were no doubt partaking in unholy communion.


Darkness engulfed the room, but she saw just fine with her electronic eyes. A cultist stepped into the antechamber. By appearance he was a Mirialan, but his green skin had become mottled and foul, his eyes showed naught but madness. Hissing something in an obscure language that was probably supposed to alert his fellow brethren in madness, he ignited his scarlet lightsabre and pressed his willpower upon Enyo, unleashing his dark power by trying to choke her. Oldest trick in the Sith playbook.


Unfortunately for this acolyte of darkness and fervent rebel against public sanitation, she no longer used her windpipe. As a matter of fact, she did not breathe at all. By contrast, her integrated disruptor was very lethal. The beam of light did not disintegrate him because the weapon had to be nerfed, but it put a hole in his chest. He did not have to choke on his own blood for long because she stomped on his throat.


The darkness was pierced by a blast of lightning, as forking bolts of hatred sought her out. The cyborg winced as the electricity struck her, a look of irritation crossing her face. Her armour did a well enough job protecting her circuits. Advancing forward, she intercepted the furious strikes of the cultist, pushed his lightsabre aside and cut him down. Her purple blade hummed as he fell. The severed toe reclaimed its preferred resting place on her armoured shoulder. She perceived whispers resonating in her mind, feeling like the pincers of a spider touching her...sensation, real feeling. It felt alien to her, and guided her to more things that needed killing.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: En route to Krayiss II.
Allies: ”[member="Darth Caecus"]” ”[member="Sinya"]” ”[member="Darth Carnifex"]” (The Sith Empire).
Enemies: ”[member="Aela Talith"]” ”[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]” (The Dominion).

They waited patiently for Caecus to return from her scouting mission.

In the meantime Tai studied Sinya - masked, expression unknown besides the tells that every humanoid exhibited, when they didn't think you were paying attention to it. She seemed less nervous from the set of her shoulders, maybe it was the presence of the Lords around her, maybe it had been the Dark Lord's appearance. Either way, it was a good sign. Anxiety was normal when you waded into battle.

Until it interfered with your ability to function.

"Embrace passion, strike from controlled fury." Saarai counseled the Sith apprentice, before Caecus returned from her scout. The Thirikken listened patiently. At once business and drawing away his mentoring attempt.

There would be time to learn at a different time.

"Sinya can take the two at the entrance," The Lord Inquisitor responded after a moment of thought. "Once more we approach from different angles, Caecus, I will take down two from behind while you eliminate the one in the middle and his companion."

In the depths of the Force whispers sounded, crawling against his feathers and trying to make him shiver in anticipation. The fight at the other sites had already started, some of his men dead, others persevering against all odds. He called upon the Force, softly tugging at it until it reinforced his feathers, sharpening them, making them heavy for touch. They would break bones, shatter limbs and cause chaos.

"All agreed? Then we move."

His mind briefly touched Caecus': We keep the centerfold alive, if possible.

 

[Poe]

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




The greatest blow one can deliver to an army is the installation of fear in their collective minds, rob them of their courage and like ancient buildings suffering the tests of time; they will crumble. Now as their leader rested peacefully at my feet, I stared into their souls waiting if they would honor their dead savior's pact; tasting the fear on my lips. A few twitched, and a few attempted to move; but honor had overcome their need to exact revenge. One by one, like hounds with tucked tails, they began to disperse. Watching them leave, a few looked back prompting me to mockingly wave 'good-bye'. I, too, had honored my deal; allowing them to live today only to be subjugated later under the rule of the Great Sith Empire.

Returning my weapon to it's sanctuary, I knelt down drawing from my sash the flesh-peeling dagger; first taking a memento from the dead warrior then a light snack for the trip. Plopping a morsel here and morsel there into my lovely mouth, I continued my journey toward the Obelisk; following a few yards behind my male actor. Whilst I strolled toward the final acts of this play, I could sense the tension in the Force; catching glimpses of death that flooded it's being. War has an adverse affect on the Force, which traditionally has led to the fall of many Jedi to my beloved Dark Side.

My thoughts birthed a suggestion that I couldn't help embracing. When I reached this Obelisk I would seek out a Jedi, or a hero, and corrupt them wholly. Cause currently, I was short on puppets. However, if some faux Sith that draped the banner of this Dominion across their hearts crossed my path, they would be educated painfully in why I was known as the Crucifixion Queen.

 

[Sinya]

Location: The Courthouse Clock, Templestone, Krayiss II
Objective: Embrace her passion and strike with fury
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"], [member="Darth Caecus"], [member="Darth Carnifex"] (nearby)
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] ,[member="Kainan Wolfe"] (nearby)

While Darth Caecus had gone on her brief scouting mission, the remaining Sith Lord, Darth Saarai had seen fit to continue in his mentoring of the acolyte under his charge. Ever the receptive student, Sinya was highly appreciative in any knowledge the Thirikken Sith Lord imparted to her, and she listened attentively and digested every single morsel of information available. He only had time to speak of one simple phrase before the other masked Sith Lord, Caecus returned.

The initiate had been asked to embrace passion, and to remember to strike from fury. She was familiar with the phrase, and perhaps it was time for her to put her constant overflowing of emotions to good use, utilising the passion she often had and channelling it into hatred and efficiency to get the job done in the name of furthering the Empire’s cause. Caecus began briefing the group on the results of her findings, revealing that there were six cultists awaiting them further up ahead. After a brief moment of consideration, Darth Saarai gave the order for her to take out the two cultists at the entrance, while the rest of the team moved into action.

With the plan set into motion, the Sith group moved to carry out their mission.

Unclasping the electrostaff she carried from its holster, Sinya set the charges of the emitters on either end of the staff to one that carried a deadly charge, and moved with a fervour, the words of the Lord Inquisitor still in her mind. Embrace your passion, and strike with fury. And so she did. Exhibiting exquisite martial swings of her electrostaff, hitting the first one on the head before striking the other in the chest, the deadly current soon found themselves collapsing on the ground like a heavy sack full of grain on a bountiful harvest day. Her part was done for now, and the rest of the group went into motion, striking with moves that spoke of ease and efficiency.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Eol Sha Mining Facility
Objective: Turn
Allies: The Sith Empire [member="Blake Morrigan"] [member="Tyrian"] [member="Travis Caalgen"]
Enemies: The Dominion [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member=Ra'a'mah"]

With a smile the elder man hobbled forward, still leaning on his cane as he did so. This was not what he had planned. The Imperials had come. His cane clicked as he stepped forward, though he stopped as a rather peculiar sensation fell over him not some feet away. A ysalmir. A curious glance was cast to the Imperial leader. He was the only one who didn't use the Force in this group, so it must have been him.

"I had not expected the Imperials to come this far from the main battle ground. Shall we discuss this further on your ship, Director Caalgen? I have a proposition for the Archlord here and I don't want to interfere with your business with him. Shall we collaborate?" Behind him the mechanical monstrosity stepped forward behind it's master, alchemic claws carving into the ground as it went. It eyed the group hungrily, but focused on something, someone, that had decided to investigate. [member="Cairyn Midore"] .

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Library-temple
Allies: The Dominion
Enemies: The Sith Empire, [member="Tirdarius"], [member="Darth Lykos"].

"Team one is down, team two has almost completed setting their charges in the main archive hall." Came an officer over the radio. Kentarch had sent several teams to set up charges in the temple. Kentarch had even placed a few himself, each charge's countdown rapidly ticking towards zero. Right now however he need more time.

"Do not lecture me on the merits of sacrilege and heresy. You follow a thrice dead faux-Dark Lord, who has no right or legitimacy to claim the mantle. By coming here to dig up the dead and plunder their ancient secrets in the name of former One Sith is heresy in itself. I may be alone, but I have always stood alone, especially when the rest of your lot went to the Core and bent the knee to that false-god. You disgrace yourselves and the Immortal God of the Sith, and you have no right to lecture me." Kentarch said back to his enemy.

"Charges set!" The officer spoke over the comms.

"Detonate."

As soon as Kentarch spoke the words the floor shook, dust fell from the ceiling, and there were several large explosions that could be heard from the Temple below. Texts were set ablaze, ancient databases melted and destroyed, artifacts and holocrons ruined and shattered into pieces. The Temple's integrity slightly compromised, the main hall archives had been destroyed, but several chambers were still intact.

Stepping out of the shadows his feet slid into a proper stance, with a snap-hiss the crimson blade of Kentarch's lightsaber came to life. He pointed the tip down towards the ground in front of him with both his hands gripping the lightsaber hilt, his left hand near the pummel in a loose grip much like his stance. He tucked the pummel in the crook between his right leg and his hip.
"If my life is yours, come and take it."

 

[Darren Torran]

Location: Templestone
Objective: Reach the Spacedock
Allies: Dominion, SJO & Allies | [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]
Enemies: TSE and Allies | [member="Connor Harrison"]

Darren gripped the blaster firmly that had been given to him - he must not lose it. Not only would it result in his death - but Setzi would kick his ass in whatever came after. He raise it, look down the sight. "Thanks." He then looked out of the window. This was not the best time to start a fight. They had no chance - the were outnumbered and unorganised. It would be suicide. Closing the shutters, Darren rushed out into the crowd of people. Said crowd was going every which way, it was dense and it was going to be ridiculously hard and tedious to move through.

They waited for an opening. "I reckon she can hold about 200 - if we move the vehicles and push the cargo into the corners. It'll be cramped but they ought to count themselves lucky that they're safe. We can create a wall with the vehicles and crates to protect the rest. We'll use the ship as cover. Quickly, there's an opening!" They charged through the crowds, trying to push as little people as possible - though it was possible to avoid all of them. It was chaos all until they reached the other side.

Attempting to catch his breath, Darren look down the street to see the Sith beasts approaching. He was actually scared. Grabbing Setzi's arm, he sprinted towards the spacedock. "We've got to move, a hell of a lot quicker. I don't fancy getting my head bitten off today, do you?" he didn't await an answer - he just pushed on. They weren't too far from the dock now.

Just a few more metres, come on. Nearly there.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Mirial
Allies: [member="Cerbera"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] (The Sith Empire & Friends)
Enemies: The residents of a shady place (The Dominion and those other guys)

Blood everywhere – Being in the profession Ophidia was, she knew this did not come from controlled murder. Nor did it come from the accidental arterial spray. Not even a thousand such. No, this was the kind of mess one made intentionally. Two things usually conjured such a nightmarish scene as they looked down upon from the top of the stairs: Theocratic madness or dark corruption of the Force, or perhaps it was a mix. The multitude of symbols did point to something of the sort.

“I almost like it. Perhaps I ought to contact their interior designer.”

She followed behind Cerbera as they walked deeper into the dark. Ophidia’s helmet adjusted to the lack of light. Then that all changed: A screech and the snap-hiss of a scarlet blade; the flash of chest-laser; stomps and cracks and lightning and a purple blade clashing with a second scarlet.

It all went by very fast.

The Rattataki rushed in to aid Enyo, a blur of beskar and dark hues. However, the cyborg handled herself too well to leave fun bits for others. So Ophidia stepped aside and along the wall. Her right hand lingered near her lightsabre, but did not unclip it. She had a feeling she would not need it just yet.

“Residents spotted and hostile. Going in pursuit. Leliana, watch Cerbera’s back”

The words were transmitted through her helmet to the team. First rule of any team: Commuication. She looked to Enyo. They needed not to exchange words, it was easy to see; the cyborg was the bulwark of their team, armed to the teeth and then some. Ophidia would be her second, covering her back from where she worked best.

And then the Pale faded. She became one with the dark corners and her presence in the Force concealed within the intricacies of the Force.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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

Equipment: Lightsaber Mask of Secrets Armor

"Rizina ra ri midwan iw ri jin' tnirma. Rizina ra ri dujikra iw sis kûrja. Zami ri tzirjazona iw saud diâ tokiai, diâ titsû anim duroki wisa arsia anim."

As she continued her chant, building the power of the dark side contained within the still writhing form of the fireworm, she could feel it affecting the local area. The fireworms in their pools, the small lizards that were their natural prey... all of them were twisting in fear, rushing to get away from the evil they felt on an instinctive level. That fear, in turn, would be harnessed by her and channeled into the ritual, fueling it even further. Behind her mask, she was allowing herself to indulge in... a small bit of sadistic pleasure. She wasn't one to usually partake in such revels, but she was going to make an exception this time. Ever since Atrisia, and seeing what the machinations the founding members of the Dominion had done to ward off the Alliance, she had longed to destroy them. Not out of any love for the Alliance, but because they were fools and traitors.

Around the ritual circle, the ground started to crack, weeping smoke and fumes. Groundquakes were radiating out from their location, easily able to be picked up by a ship in orbit or sensors in the mining colony. Above their heads, around the volcano, dark clouds were gathering. Lightning, borne of heat and the pure dark side energies flowing in the area, arced across them, striking the rock and melting it from its power. Even contained as it was, the power of the ritual could now be felt like a sick wave of the dark side by any Force Sensitive within the colony. It would whisper of death and fire, a pure destruction that promised to wipe away everything the Dominion had built upon this world.

She turned her head to look at her companion, her arms still outstretched towards the fireworm that was pulsing black from how much dark side energy was contained within its vessel.

"Cut its throat," she ordered.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

Spoiler

Allies: TSE, [member="Darth Sarcophago"]
Enemies: The Dominion
Objective: Conquer Krayiss II

The Obelisk,
Krayiss II.

He would seemingly dart out after some time from behind the tree sprinting away from the sniper into more cover, eventually stumbling down the mountainside. He would gather to his feet, noticing the Obelisk not too far from him. Taking in its towering structure and squinting at its size. Turning his eyes would catch Darth Sarcophago, giving her a nod.

"To the Obelisk, I'm sure there will be company once we arrive." He said, continuing to make his way down the hillside to the Obelisk.

He would eventually reach the bottom of The Obelisk. He was unsure of its importance, though he understood it was required for the Empire's success. So, he would secure it. He had no idea of his accomplice's plans, though he simply knew he needed to ensure it had wasn't occupied by the enemy.

The base of the structure was within reach on the young Acolyte's hand. Though a set of stairs caught his eye to the left of himself. "Hmm." Though his eyes would begin to slowly drift up the stairs, a top sat two lightsaber wielders. One blue, another green. He turned, unclipping his lightsaber he would crouch down attempting to remain unseen from the pair. Breathe. A soft leap would bring Venthis to the ledge pulling himself up as he did. Igniting his hilt and in two clean slashes he would have the pair disarmed and one of the two fatally wounded. Another only injured briefly. "State your names." He called out.

"Tramar Iiz.. all. He- he's Aruuf." He stuttered out pointing to his partner, who laid there motionless.

Venthis grinned. "What is this place?" Venthis asked, with his blade to the Iktotchi's throat. The Acolyte's eyes squinted at him. "The Obelisk... It's a portal- a gateway." He barely managed in response. "To what?" Venthis spoke, clearly growing in ferocity. "The Sith... Libra- ry." With that, Venthis would slice the Iktotchi's arm off, flinching slightly himself as he disfigured the man causing him to screech out in pain. Then glaring at him for a moment, taking in what he had done. Finally kicking him off the stairs and doing the same to his partner who had died, prior.

 

[Adriago Duilius]

Location: Orbit of Krayiss II
Allegiance: [Sith Empire]
Enemies: [Dominion Loyal Forces]

All was quiet on the cosmic front. Not a significant Dominion force, not even a large Dominion military vessel was showing up on the sensor relays the Blight had so generously laid out on his orders. It was making this whole operation, mundane, however it was pleasing to be on the right side of the mission objective. But even the rather calm officer Duilius was, even he sought out some action every now and then. It had been very very long since his last taste of action in the services of the Imperial fleet. The last time he had been on the wrong end of a turbolaser cannon was too long in his mind, every flag officer should test his merit on a regular basis if he was ever to succeed in a galaxy of turmoil such as his.

But then again, it was nice to enjoy his caf while star gazing, casually reading his latest reports. Duilius might even attend his religious service, but even he knew that he was probably going to skip it in favor of some R&R. The commodore wasn't much of a religious fellow, but he was far from an atheist. Believing in a Maker, like the Suseni or artificial sentients of the galaxy, he almost found it comical that he found solace in this understanding when he dealt with magic space wizards on a daily basis, even working for a rather nasty group of them nearly his entire adult life. But his faith held firm, and so here he was, believing in a single powerful deity, surrounded by magically endowed spiritualists. It was a crazy galaxy.

Duilius' philosophical observations were interrupted by a rather large Twi'lek whom Duilius had earlier recognized as the sensory officer aboard the bridge crew of the Forlorn. A grin of anticipation spread across the commodore's face as he awaited the news to engage an enemy fleet, alas he would be disappointed by the heavy-set woman's news, "Commodore, a battlecruiser bearing Sith identification codes is entering orbit of Krayiss II. We have confirmed it to be the Hanging Star, commanded by Admiral Fletcher, accompanied by an Irina Volkov." The grin dissipated and was replaced by a more stoic expression, "Exactly what rank does this Irina Volkov hold within the Sith Empire, commander?" The Lt. Commander struggled to remember the report she was directly given, "I believe, Witch of the Dark Lord sir." Duilius bit his lip, "Would you happen to know if a Witch of the Dark Lord holds seniority over me, commander?" Sweat began to drip from the Twi'lek's forehead, "I," She paused, "No sir, I wouldn't." Duilius shook his head, "To hell with this system of seniority. I'd like to personally slap the damned fool who designed this with special regards." The commodore began to mumble some more explicits under his breath before shouting to his bridge, "Does anyone know if the seniority of a Witch of the Dark Lord surpasses that of a commodore commissioned by the Imperial Navy of the Sith Empire?" All hands remained silent, leaving Duilius to sigh. He would be forced to improvise when she arrived, but he still had some time to properly organize his fleet for the admiral's arrival.

Not a moment too late, did the frigate Blight arrive to take part in the formation gathering ordered by the commodore. If there was one damned thing he'd get right this rotation, it would be a proper fleet arrangement in honor of his superior officer.

15th Fleet Composition

Spoiler

Star Destroyer Forlorn
Star Destroyer Bastion
Star Destroyer Janissary
Carrier Majesty
Frigate Harbinger
Frigate Blight
Corvette 19-3404
Corvette 19-3405
Corvette 19-3406
Corvette 19-3407
5x Squadrons Radial Drone Fightercaft
2x Squadrons Fury Fightercraft

Opposition/Nearby
[member="Irina Volkov"]
[member="Sko'saht"]
[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Leliana]

Location: Mirial
Allies: The Sith Empire & Friends - [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Cerbera"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemies: Some unsanitary residents/cultists & The Dominion
Equipment: Hidden Blade, Sith Assassin Armour, Lightsaber, Daggers.

Leliana had no qualms with the darkness, it was practically a second home to the assassin. Most of her time was spent lurking within, using the shadows to travel unseen. The only source of light was from Mirial's moon, shining like a beacon down across the stairs. It illuminated the state of the floors and walls, covered in bloodfrom simple splatters to hand prints dragged across the stone.

At first Leliana had the opposite thoughts to her master. She saw a mess, perhaps some of their victims managed to stir from theri induced slumber, struggling to break free. One too many times they just stabbed or slit the throat of the latest catch as they dragged them deeper in.

Her ramblings were briefly paused aside as Leliana watched Cerbera brush her fingers across part of the wall, leaving something that had an acidic hiss. For a moment she wondered just what the woman had done, how she had done it. But the assassin quickly fell back into focus on their mission.

As they went further into the corridor, Leliana noticed the carvings more. It steadily pushed away the idea that it was a simple mess, if anything it was deliberate - a silent warning to not go any further.

Like that would deter any of the present group.

Once they stepped past the threshold into the antechamber, Leliana was on guard. They were now in the open, with several directions in which someone could attack them from. Then as if to not give them a pause for breath, a cultist slinked out from the shadows and attacked Enyo. Although the cyborg was easily able to handle the man, striking him down without any issue with his attempts to use the Force on her. The streak of lightning that tore through the darkness; lighting up the path it took towards the woman. Leliana went to strike, but once more Enyo was quick on her feet and struck the second cultist down.

With Ophidia moving into a pursuit with the cyborg, Leliana followed the order and moved closer to Cerbera.

"Understood." Albeit she was certain the woman was capable of watching her own back. But with the assassin there, she'd be able to focus on what she needed to do without having to worry about that.

While Leliana didn't currently have any of the fancy tech Enyo and Ophidia had, or the abilities of Cerbera, she still had her normal senses. Honed over the years, and now further bolstered by the Force through training. She couldn't use her vision, nor trust her smell in this place. So Leliana focused on her hearing, identifying the sounds of herself and Cerbera and searching for any that didn't match.

That was when she heard it, the scuff of boots across the stone floor. Leliana darted towards it, hands reaching to her belt though not for her lightsaber. Instead she grasped one of her daggers. The cultist had just about enough time activate his own blade, before the assassin buried her dagger into his throat. He had gone for a defensive stance, expecting another lightsaber, but all he felt was the wall behind him as he was pushed back, and the cold steel of Leliana's blade.

By the time his body slipped to the ground, the assassin was at Cerbera's heels once more, watching for any more hidden cultists.

 

[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"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Objective: Survive

A crack resounded around the wide courtyard. Jacen could not save them all, nor did he need to. They were soldiers defending their home. But they were not his pawns. Jacen could no more stand by and watch them suffer the wrath of the Dark Lord than he could order them to leave the fight. Flagstones leapt from the floor to be lashed by the red bolts of lightning. The center of the formation was afforded a brief measure of protection.

The sith likely knew they could watch from the sidelines and would try and use it. Likely already had to draw them into battle. The Alliance had come a long way from the ideals of the Republic to fight back against the darkness, but they could only change so much. Those shattered flagstones started to rotate. Dust was whipped up from the floor to join the small maelstrom. The largest pieces were the size of a man's head, immersed in a spiral of grit and dust.

They would need to seek out the Sith’s weaknesses. Everything had a cost, no one was invulnerable. There was no duellist he'd rather have at his side for such a task. Aela was quick where he was calm. As Jacen leapt down the makeshift missiles launched back at him. The largest rocks carrier far more momentum than a bullet. No helmet would prevent concussion from a strike that hard. His own path made it seem as if he would strike from above, bit under the influence of the Force his body followed an unnatural path. He dropped suddenly to the ground before Carnifex swinging his golden blade from low to high. Another month, another Dark Lord.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: The Courthouse Clock, Templestone, Krayiss II
Allies: The Dominion | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Darth Caecus"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Sinya"]
Objective: Greet Guest

The moment Jacen moved Aela narrowed her gaze. She watched him carefully, taking in his actions and instantly moving to compliment him.

It didn't particularly matter to her what title this man carried or whom he was. She didn't care if he was the Dark Lord of the Sith or Naga Shadow himself. He had threatened them, taken innocent lives, and was in their way. To her that was all that mattered. Every muscle in her body flexed, the grip on her lightsaber became white knuckle, and then she dashed forward.

The force flowed through her.

Every muscle in her body seemed to nearly burst with energy as she bounded forward. Within just a few steps she overtook Jacen, bouncing over several large boulders that had fallen upon their crash into the clocktower.

Within half a heartbeat she was parallel to the Sith, her steps slowing as she jumped one last time and landed with a soft thud behind the Sith himself.

She turned, her hand reaching towards the Sith as the force lashed out. A powerful push sent towards him to hopefully knock him off guard and allow Jacen’s strike to land more easily.

 

[Subject 37]

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


It was safe to say that Tyrian had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on.

There had been a plan of attack that everyone had gone over initially, but he was finding out as always that the plan had gone out the window as soon as they had touched down. Both of his blasters were drawn, his face was hidden behind his mask, and chaos reigned all around them.

"What the feth." He said as he pulled the trigger on his blaster and took down a falling piece of rubble that would have crushed him like a bug.

The VT-Bolt Guns were powerful things, capable of tearing apart flesh, armor, and stone like it was nothing. His eyes scanned the horizon, searching for Dominion Soldiers. When he spotted one of the Sith standing near a fire worm his eyebrows perked slightly, mostly in suspicion as to what exactly was about to be extracted from the very bowels of hell. Tyrian turned, firing his weapon just in time to catch the skull of a Dominion soldier who had been rushing around the corner.

Another curse echoed from his lips.

What the hell was going on?

He frowned for a moment, then spotted what appeared to be a group of Imperials wandering towards Lord Krest. His eyes narrowed, the HUD on his mask zoomed in for just a split second and then focused on the small group. Tyrian frowned, then slowly holstered one of his blasters and wandered towards the Sith just in case.

 

[Travis Caalgen]

Location: Eol Sha
Hot Girls:[member="Aria Vale"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Torturer Negotiation Partner: [member="Krest"]
Hostages HEROES OF THE EMPIRE: [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Anya Loma"], [member="Ra'a'mah"], [member="Cairyn Midore"]

"An excellent recommendation, Lord." Caalgen permitted, his scowl raising into something reminiscent of a frown. Imperial shuttles would begin to land, stormtroopers loading up the Dominion soldiers after stripping them of their weapons and lightly binding them for security reasons.

The Director's squadron of death troopers proceeded to move for the three Jedi in front of him, attempting to confiscate the lightsabers that were found on their persons and cuffing their hands as well.

The scenery around them began to change, more and more of the once dormant volcanoes that were peppered around them began to blow their tops off, once again ravaging the landscape with molten lava. "I think it's safe to say we need to get the hell out of here." He started, staring in all directions "Move them to my shuttle!"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Descension Into Shadows.
Allies: ”[member="Darth Ophidia"]” ”[member="Leliana"]” ”[member="Enyo Typhos"]” (The Sith Empire).
Enemies: (The Dominion).

An eyebrow arched upwards in response to the suggestion put forward by Ophidia.

"I need someone watching my behind, darling?" Cerbera asked quietly, while slipping down towards the pedestal in the middle of the antechamber itself. Already it contained the collapsed, slowly dying, form of one of the cultists dropped by Enyo. There was a moderate amount of fascination radiating from those amber eyes as she observed the light dying out of those beady eyes. "No, no, not so fast." She suddenly whispered while hand snapped out with claws first.

They curled around his throat, squeezing tight.

Cerbera waited as the struggle from shock started to fade. "One cannot defy death, Leliana," the Sith said over her shoulder, like they were having regular conversation. "There is always a cost, a life for a life, things like that."

"Our friends kill and this fuels... him." Almost in response green emerald pulsed from her nails, nicking the struggling cultist in the neck. Acidic poison seeped into the skin and was absorbed. At first no overt reaction came.... until it did. Veins shifting green under pale skin, the body shocking and dancing even under her pressure.

"The poison keeps him alive, while he serves as a vessel for the life-force harvested by them."

Then Cerbera would sacrifice him.

....and then the armies of the dead would rise on Mirial.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: Templestone
Objective: Spacedock where Darren’s ship is
Allies: Dominion, SJO & Allies | [member="Darren Torran"]
Enemies: TSE and Allies | [member="Connor Harrison"]

Setzi sensed a kind of innocence in the Zabrak, quite contrary to those she’d met on the Sith battlefields. Those Iridonians were determined, self-assured and unflinching, striking down their foes with speed and precision, and while Darren wasn’t naive, she enjoyed seeing a less warring side to the horned race. Anything to dispel prior misconceptions like this were welcomed with open arms. And no she wouldn’t kick his ass if he lost her blaster, but she might tease him mercilessly for weeks to come.

As he grabbed her arm, she picked up her pace, and as Setzi could see the Spacedock ahead of them, she threw off the Force Concealment from her form as though it were another layer of clothing to discard. However, now her lightsider status would be fully detectable to anyone, especially those who sought to slaughter Jedi for sport.

“I see The Providence, Darran!” she shouted.

But to the right of them a loud blast could be heard which knocked the pair of Silvers off their feet. Flying in the air for a few seconds, the Rogue Knight used the Force to flip her feet behind her into a simple somersault and land upon her feet with knees slightly bent. She waved the black smoke away, coughing and taking a couple of tentative steps ahead until she finally saw the Zabrak under a huge pile of rubble. She began to concentrate on the stones around him, but the Force had other plans as a pack of unholy, resurrected creatures of the Sith armies attacked her from behind and she had to turn her attention to them, saber igniting, and using the swift short cuts of Makashi, she sliced them into fetid ribbons.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Beneath the campsite with the depressed statue and the moving body parts.
Allies: Team Occult Meta. Now starring a Plant Lady Sith ( [member="Cerbera"] ) Pale Assassin ([member="Darth Ophidia"]) and [member="Leliana"] who's not from Dragon Age
Honorary mention: The severed hand and toe.
Enemies: Those other people.


Battle, Enyo lived for it. She and the younger self of her mirror shared a love for the fight. Siobhan Kerrigan had eventually outgrown it as she grew older. The cyborg had not mellowed in such a way. A desire to inflict violence filled her. It was one of those moments when she felt the most alive.


Thus she slew. Leliana and Ophidia were the subtle daggers that struck from the shadows, Cerbera was the sorceress. That left her as the tank and the battering ram. She could perform those functions just fine. She killed cultists with her bolt pistol, blazing purple lightsabre or simply with her cybernetic fist. She cut through their ranks like a scythe. Blaster bolts and slug rounds bounced off her like hail. The cultists' own unrelenting hatred fed her as she soaked it up like a sponge, consuming it. Doubtless other cultists would fall to the twin Assassins that claimed dominion over the shadows. All three would reap a bloody harvest.


At one stage, dark cultists seemed to have wisened up to the fact that they faced an opponent who was not of flesh and blood, but more machine than woman. Combining their powers rather than death charging into the embrace of her blade, they struck her with multiple blasts of Lightning.


The Cyborg staggered, finding the defences her armour offered her temporarily overwhelmned. She dropped down to one knee. Still active, but definitely damaged, though her core systems were still protected. Getting cocky, a cultist charged. Then she grabbed his throat and ran him through. His body crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes, and his sister in darkness howled in pain when Enyo did not just break her arm, but ripped it off. She proceeded to utilise it as a grisly club.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Mirial – Not the Mines of Moria
Allies: [member="Cerbera"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] (The Sith Empire & Friends)
Enemies: Robed scrubs (The Dominion and those other guys)

No Cerbera did not need watching, not really. Leliana did, and it was easier to motivate Leliana to watch Cerbera than vice versa. It was also a sound tactical decision not to leave a member of their troupe alone. If Cerbera had truly needed watching, then Ophidia would be there herself. Instead, she went in pursuit.

Where Enyo was the sponge, soaking up the damage and the hate, Ophidia was more like a pincer. She remained where she sense Enyo, but took other paths in order to flank or cut off the mobility of their opponents. With a flash of scarlet and a furious snap-hiss, she would emerge from the shadow and fell two-three with quick, precise strikes before vanishing again.

Each one she cut brought a shiver to her spine as the eyes of the Satwas drained the life and fuelled the Rattataki with a rush of adrenaline and dark power. It was a struggle to contain it, but she forced herself to focus, and not to yield to the alluring rage of the Fates.

When Enyo was pressured, the Pale Assassin was under pressure as well. She had assaulted a group of four, and while two fell quickly, two stood. Their combined barrage had her on the defensive, one sabre held in front of her, the left hand resting on her spare. Parry, dodge, block, riposte, miss, parry. She caught a glimpse of Enyo tearing an arm off, and reached out to grab one of Enyo’s attackers through the Force.

Ophidia jumped backwards, focusing on moving away while drawing the wretch to her – Into the path of her attackers. It crashed into the wall with a sickening crunch, bringing the two pursuers to a halt. Then-Hiss! Ophidia’s blade stretched, piercing into one of her pursuers’ throats. She swiped it left to attack the other, but missed as the unreasonably dexterous individual ducked. The blade shortened back to its original length, but not in time.

The pursuer was upon her.