Invasion War in the Rim Chapter II — GA Invasion of SO held Sluis Van and Echnos

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Úlfs Reiði
ALLIES: Srina Talon | Darth Carnifex | Jarek Voss | Kaila Irons | Darth Ultramar | Darth Nefaron | Kasir Dorran | QK-2510 | Velda Nar-Donna | Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
ENEMIES: Connel Vanagor | Lt. Bren Alazar | Gress D'ran | Jonyna Si | Varys Amun | Tarw Rhyfelwr | Vulpesen | Zaiya Ceti | Jenn Kryze

His mistresses reply was factual. Gerwald had stated something she already knew for the entire room, but today it was his to say such things. Each of them held a task in the conflict which they were about to enter. Darth Carnifex would provide a covering for their operatives, a semblance of some kind of shield to the pain they would inflict upon the unsuspecting city. The Battle Meditation he would provide would allow those under its influence to use each other to bolster their mental faculties.

It came with a risk.

The weak among them would still fall prey, and the strong among would not be promised immunity.

Gerwald’s lips formed into the wolfish grin the Dread Queen had seen on his face many times. Carnifex’s address to their host was near verbatim a truth he had once shared with the wolf. Sith acted because they could. It was simple. What they would do on Echnos in order to keep it was not based on some kind of moral superiority or rights they possessed. They would do because they could, and they would keep the moon because they wanted to.

The lesson ended with an execution. It was not for the governor as much as it was for those under the Dark Lord’s tutelage. He made a point, and it was with the life of their puppet.

“He was withholding funds that belonged to the Emperor,” Gerwald said to the Lieutenant Governor. “Be a good little boy and remedy this, now.”

If the Butcher King had not killed him, the Dread Wolf would have.

His gaze turned to the young apprentice which followed the Dark Lord. A nod was given in her direction. She would learn much from the Epicant if she managed to not upset him. If not her head would likely be just another in a pile of many. Still, if she was this close to him, he found her useful. Gerwald acknowledged one of the many brides ( Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax ) Carnifex had about him. The wolf was convinced he saw him with a different spouse each time they met.

“It will be.”

The Lupo nodded. If the Dragon gave her assurances, they were certain. Gerwald had never known her to state her intent and fail to see it through. She was powerful in her own right, and the Echani did not hold her position simply by marriage. Srina Talon , the Dread Queen, did not have rival or equal.

Her voice rose. She spoke to the room, and yet she spoke to the device. Even as she spoke Gerwald found the irony in her words. Her words spoke of an enemy seeking peace, the same enemy which was bombarding and shelling a city. They were the aggressors. The citizens would not see the Galactic Alliance as agents of liberty, but rather they would see them as the heralds of death.

Their FEAR would feed the machine.

They would find salvation through what they sacrificed.

Gerwald could feel it as though it were the drumbeat of his own heart. The device thrummed and hummed in time with the rhythm of several heartbeats. As though it began to synchronize itself with every living thing that called Echnos City home. He could hear it pounding in his head. It was hypnotic in a way, captivating. For a moment Gerwald closed his eyes and appreciated the raw, wicked, beauty of the thing.

What Srina said next pulled him back to reality.

He bowed his head. While the Empress needed to remain with the device, Gerwald would move to the room which had been established as their war room. Reports of enemy engagement already filtered in. @Gress D’ran was positioned at the seventh airlock. His forces had been engaged by Festerruman Sachiel . Hopefully he would hold them at bay until everything was ready.

[ “Take out the strongest of that firepower if you can. We don’t need a hole punched into the dome before we are ready.” ]

Others, such as QK-2510 , were en route to the eight airlock where they would engage with the enemy upon arrival.

The stage was set, Echnos City was the theater, and the play had begun.

Kasir Dorran and Jarek Voss were in position as well. His mind went to his own children for a moment. Gerwald was glad they had not come, and that the academy would not allow them to leave. The wolf would not have permitted it anyway. Naedira Darcrath would have never forgiven him for it, and Gerwald was firmly of the mind they were not prepared to see war. A hunt was one thing. The duels they faced in the academy were not enough to prepare them for what they would see when they finally were permitted to fight.

Losing them so young, that was his nightmare. Knowing that truth would prepare him for what the device may use against him. Gerwald prepared himself for it as best he could.

His mind could feel the battle meditation, the shield, which Darth Carnifex and his cultists prepared for them. They had begun, even as the countdown on the machine began. He had heard it echo as he left. It reverberated through the stairway, carrying its sound up though the winding passage. With each passing moment the inevitable grew closer. Soon all of Echnos City would experience their worst nightmares become reality. At least it would seem that way.

FEAR WAS THE WEAPON

FEAR WAS THEIR SALVATION

…dyis…​

 

[Velda Nar-Donna]

WEARING: Black Cherry colored sith robes
WEAPONS: 2x Lightsabers and The Dark Side
TAG: Srina Talon | Gerwald Lechner

Within the darkened halls of the Sith compound, shadows twisted and writhed like silken veils in the air. The space was quiet, yet heavy with an unseen presence,a thing almost beyond the world, ethereal in its elegance. A slender obsidian visage, poised as if sculpted from the night itself, mused upon the inevitable storm.

War. It had always been coming.

She was unmoved by the audacity of the Jedi and their Alliance, their boldness like insects swarming toward a fire. Peace, a bittersweet lie they clung to with trembling hands, had never held sway over her.

She had never been one for the crude vulgarities within the grime of battlefields, though she could appreciate the terrible beauty of it all. There was something almost symphonic in the bloodshed, in the orchestration of death.

Yet Velda's preferred battlefield was far less visible, far more profound. One versus The Force itself, not merely to break it, but to see it bend, willingly, seduced by her command.

Still, even the most patient hand grows weary. The Alliance had tested her tolerance for too long. From their lust for war. Now, they would learn the taste of FEAR, and feel the weight of their own mortality.

Her comlink crackled, a hiss of static followed by Gerwald's voice, sharp against the silence.

"Engage the enemy as they land. Funnel them into the passages. Lead them toward the city. Take no prisoners. We kill them all."

His words ended, leaving the air thick with tension. She stood unmoving, the stillness around her consuming, as if she were the singularity at the heart of a black hole.

There would be no other outcome. For the Jedi, and for the Alliance, there was only one final act to play out. On the grand stage of this endless opera.

The black curtains would...

Fall...​

With a fluidity born of years steeped in royal grace, her obsidian shape now moved. Her steps, while graceful, are as silent as the void, and deliberate as a crimson blade drawn under moonlight.

The War Room called to her now, her destination in this grand design. She was aware of the battle meditation of Darth Carnifex taking its effect.

Once there, in the war room she encountered Gerwald, only to offer him a silent nod of her hood in respect. As of now time was of the essence, there would be time for pleasantries after.

Her reach extended far beyond mere flesh, far beyond the boundaries of matter and time, plunging into the depths where ancient tongues still whispered. The Sith language, dark and ageless, thrummed beneath her thoughts. It's cadence was like a pulse in her blood, a secret spoken only to those who dared to listen, timeless and inescapable.

The fall had already begun. For the Jedi, for the Alliance, they stood on the precipice of a war that would unravel their very souls. This war would not merely destroy them; it would stretch, endless, like a descent into a bottomless abyss. To seem like they would never land, they would only fall, forever....

Her voice called out, a song carved from darkness, a word in High Sith. As she joined the others, Srina, and Gerwald.

...tsosûti...

 

[Darth Carnifex]

As the ritual fully got underway, and the forces of the Sith found themselves bolstered across the entire battlefield, the Dark Lord allowed Himself to pull His gaze away from the ritual circle. Beside Him was His wife Teresa, and at their back awaited the young Kaila; eager to prove herself, but weighed down by the chains which yet bound her. Had she not thrown herself into her apprenticeship, the Dark Lord might have fully abandoned her. For now, she held the whisper of a promise, but it was not yet certain whether that whisper would become a dying whimper or a triumphant roar.

Taking Teresa's hand, His own engulfing hers, the Dark Lord accepted her weapon and studied it quietly. When He activated it's blade, He was pleased enough at it's construct. "Well made, Pellax. You have come far from the cage of your past. I daresay all that you once were has truly been burned away." He deactivated the weapon and returned it to her, His eyes now settling on Kaila. "Take heed, my young apprentice. Today is the day your fate is decided. You will either rise as she has done, or you will die alongside the animals arrayed at our gates. My expectations will be sharp."

All to wipe the taste of her failure from her own mouth, the Dark Lord would see her put through her paces. She was hungry for atonement, but such hunger was impotent if it had nothing to gorge upon. He would remedy that with a test of skill against a foe of the Sith. If she could pass it, then He would scour away the indignity of her failure as if it had never happened. If she did not, then she would no longer live long enough to regret her weakness.

Such was their way.

An officer in black military dress approached, the scalding remnants of burn scars cut along their cheeks and brow. Where once existed eyes were now spherical orbs of burnished copper, intricate geometric patterns carved into the metal. Though ostensibly blind, they moved with the keenness of one whose sight had never faltered. They moved down onto one knee, their head bent low until they were acknowledged with a glance; one that sent shivers running up their spine.

"Speak."

"Lord-Father, preliminary observation of enemy strength continues apace as per your will." A pause. "Field intelligence has alerted local command to docking port -- designation esk. Mandalorian units have been identified moving to engage perimeter units, Lord-Father. Per your edicts, exterminators have been dispatched to liquidate them."

To see the Dark Lord in anger was a terrible sight to behold, but even more horrible was to see the Dark Lord express exhilaration. The smile which crept across His face was not one expression joy or even contentment, but pure unmitigated cruelty. The sadism in which the Dark Lord delighted in tormenting was unparalleled, a wickedness born of omnicidal derision which had once brought the Mandalorian people to the furthest precipice of annihilation; one they have never truly recovered from.

"Excellent," replied Darth Carnifex, a dark glint sparkling in His eyes, "See to it that they are harried appropriately, and I will attend to their utter deprivation shortly."

Gerwald Lechner | Srina Talon | Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
Kaila Irons | Jonyna Si | Jenn Kryze ​

 

[Srina Talon]

Nearby Allies: [SO] Gerwald Lechner Kaila Irons Darth Carnifex Velda Nar-Donna Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
Distant Allies: [SO] Jarek Voss Darth Ultramar Kasir Dorran Velda Nar-Donna Darth Nefaron QK-2510 Festerruman Sachiel
Enemies: [GA] Connel Vanagor Lt. Bren Alazar Gress D'ran Jonyna Si Varys Amun Tarw Rhyfelwr Vulpesen Judah Lesan Jenn Kryze Zaiya Ceti
Location: [Echnos City] - Governmental Residence/War Room/Makeshift
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She wished he was here.

It was a foolish desire that erupted from her core when she felt her mind begin to shift and split open like a freshly cracked egg. The metallic ring of matrimony on her finger burned in silent warning that something imminent and life threatening was on the horizon. The Sith who vacated the newly minted ritual chamber to take their designated positions would never know the moment that reason and logic fell away—In the wake of the purest madness. She could not address Velda Nar-Donna nor Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax by the time they arrived.

She could not say farewell to Gerwald Lechner when he was encased in the armor that battle meditation provided. He was protected. Part of her was filled with fury with the denial of a fresh hell that could have been unleashed in his cranium. Already, the device twisted her ability to recognize ally from enemy. It drank of her blood, flourished, in the fearmongering that raised from a confused populace. It reached for the young apprentice Kaila Irons as if drawn in by her youth… But Srina refused. Her jaw clenched so hard she thought her teeth might crack.

She was the Master. Not, the tool. This device would adhere to her will and nothing more.

A lesser mind would have bent at the ferocious push back. Broken. Shattered—Into millions of infinitesimal pieces. She was at the center of a storm, settling into the heart of it, and with every ounce of negativity and unrest—The tempest grew. Her control solidified.

Srina reached through the domed city with icy metaphysical fingers that dug deep for every ounce of malignancy it could find. For the first time in a long while, she thought back, and remembered her lessons. The Dread Master that had taught her to not only withstand, but control, the brutality of this wicked dodecahedron had done so in the most effective way possible. Lovingly, without care, and without mercy—He had dropped her into a pit of abject horror. Misery.

Many would think it cruel for a young apprentice to endure…

They were wrong.

Exposure, swift, and immediate—Was the only way to learn. If it had driven her mad?

She had never been worthy to begin with.

Each new pulse from the device brought back some new flavor and level of terror for her ritual to latch onto. This ancient Sith Artifact had been resurrected from the Dark Temple of Dromund Kaas along with several others. The treasures hidden within secret vaults and crypts were one of the many reasons the Holy Worlds were so valuable. When her eyes fluttered open they were not a corrupted shade of mottled gold—But dark as pitch. She had no iris and the whites of her eyes were entirely missing. Dark light began to filter from within the device and it bathed the walls in a blood-red hue. The air was thick with cold…And from the nothing?

A barely audible chorus of whispers boiled up from within the once dormant artifact. It was inscribed with runes so old that likely predated the Republic. It was a relic of unspeakable power that was so volatile that previous Emperors had hidden it away. Her voice filled the blank spaces of the incantation, joined, by her fellow Sith. It turned their force-sensitivity into a transmission beacon whilst rewarding them with knowledge of the ticking clock. Many would feel ice in the marrow of their bones. A sense of foreboding. But only a few, would understand.

Only those who truly listened.

Dyim…Five
​

As the locks clinked and metallic grinding noises rose up, the Dread Queen knew, that it was not a question of IF the device would be ready but when. It was happening faster than expected—But it was only a reminder that what they truly knew about the Darkside was a drop. What they didn't know…Was an ocean. No matter how they called themselves Masters, Darth, no matter, their relative skill. There was always more.

The first surge of true pain struck her like a blade, sudden, sharp, and searing. It cut through her mind and her hands almost fell away when an unwanted element began to mar her focus.

Dyis…Four
​

Could the others not feel him?

He stuck out as if he were only sun in a starless sky. Drenched, in hubris-filled wisdom.

The intruder smacked into one of her mental wards and her words would echo loud enough in his frontal lobe that his answer might only be a nose bleed.

<<You…Will go no further. >>

It was beyond her how some hapless Jedi had come so close without anyone else detecting him. He was either very adept—Or someone was already dead at their post. If they weren't they soon would be. This moment was beyond critical. The artifact was nearly ready to complete assimilation and bring new power into the world. It fed on her fear. On the deep-seated dread she buried beneath layers of ice-cold composure. Memories of loss, of failure, of the countless lives extinguished by her command, by her hand, rose to the surface, each one a fresh wound that bled into the ritual.

It took fear, to make fear.

Tsosûti…Three.
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It was close. So, very close now. The warrior of Light that had come from so far away with notions of saving that which did not need to be saved would need to wait.

The Sith Empress would deal with him soon enough.

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Equipment: Robes | Saber | Ring | Ring​

 

[Lt. Bren Alazar]

Galactic Alliance 305th Special Forces Unit - Codename "Omega Squad"​

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley? ​

Yeah, we scare them.​

Michael
Gabriel
Sariel
Raphael
Uriel
“Raguel”
Remiel
Seraphim
Weapons, and gear = Click picture in signature
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

Something about this whole situation simply did not sit right. Omega Squad was regrouping in an attempt to approach their objective from a new angle when Sariel generators.

What if we started taking down generators?

People would lose power.

”A lot of people would. I see where you’re going with this though. The generators provide power to those sensor stations… but what if we are hitting the wrong ones.”

Or… we find the central hub and take it down.

They need a power hub… our people won’t…

What about all of the innocents? We’ll be cutting their power…

Fighting in the distance, smoke and fire billowing into the skies of the domed city ruled the environment. The ground was shaking with the sound of walkers.

Better to rebuild one building than multiple. Strip down to traveling gear. Let’s move.

Each member slipped off their packs, and gear slings. The only weapons they carried were their primaries, secondaries, grenades, and ammunition. The only one carrying anything else was Alazar himself who was carrying the majority of the explosives to begin with.

One ready, they moved in unison, there was no splitting up anymore. There was little to no stealth at this point as the point of this pivot was “assault”. Gabriel was the only one not holding a weapon as they moved as he was scanning a map of the city looking for the most probable location of the power grid itself.

They reached the power grid, and Gabriel quickly scanned it for any weaknesses or vulnerabilities. He signaled to Alazar and they began to plant the explosives. As they were finishing, an alarm sounded in the distance.

Never a dull moment…

Fall back, I’m making the last connection.

As the team fell back to a defensible position, Alazar set the last connection to the explosives and moved over with them. Activating the detonator erupted the entire power grid into a blaze, sections of the city fell dark one at a time, all save for the government building. The capital itself.

Independent power source…

Probably under ground.

Looks like we’re hitting the sewers… let’s move.

Targets: [SO] Gerwald Lechner Kaila Irons Darth Carnifex Velda Nar-Donna Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Jarek Voss Darth Ultramar Kasir Dorran Velda Nar-Donna Darth Nefaron QK-2510 Festerruman Sachiel
Allies: [GA] Gress D'ran Jonyna Si Varys Amun Tarw Rhyfelwr Vulpesen Judah Lesan Jenn Kryze Zaiya Ceti​

Location: [Echnos City] - City Power Grid

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[Kaila Irons]

"Do be sure to come back afterwards, Kaila," Teresa teased with a slight giggle. "Regardless, have fun, let loose, it's not every day the enemy delivers themselves into our hands for slaughter."

"As- as you wish, my lady" To this day, Teresa baffled the young apprentice. Sure Kaila didn't didn't mind occasionally indulging in the woman's more... frivolous pastimes, and in fact she might even need to as it was one of few ways Kaila had found to reliably destress after the things she was typically subjected to on Malsheem, though it was typically Darth Xyrah who approached her.

But what she could not fathom was how Teresa could think of such a thing now of all times.

Kaila would die in Echnos City. Those were her odds, it was better to treat survival as some dark miracle, a sign that she was blessed by some unseen power if she somehow made it off this rock alive, better to assume her own death than be disappointed by hope. She wasn't some Jedi, she didn't fall for the false promise of peace or fairness and certainly not justice.

And yet the woman was, as usual, flirtatious. Flirting with a dead woman walking.

She supposed that was just the nature of Carnifex's wives, broken beings of pure power and emotion. Kaila was but a slave, it was not her place to question. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on more useful emotions such as hate. Be it for Teresa's husband who held the leash or the faceless enemy she would be throwing herself at very soon.

And as if he could feel his apprentice's hate, Carnifex spoke next;

"Take heed, my young apprentice. Today is the day your fate is decided. You will either rise as she has done, or you will die alongside the animals arrayed at our gates. My expectations will be sharp."

Kaila's gaze wandered to the side, her fist clenching such that her leather glove strained.

"Understood... my lord"

She was absolutely correct then, only two options remained; Fight with such ferocity that neither the republic nor sith had any option but to recognize her resolve, or die. One couldn't argue that it made things... simple, really. There was nothing left to think about but war, no choice or moral decisions left to argue. These people who naively sought the empire's protection in this battle, these soldiers under her lord's command, all would die just as their enemy would surely perish. If anything, she would be doing the enemy a favor; for every death at her hand was another soul spared the torment The Empress would inflict upon them all with her device.

"Speak."

"Lord-Father, preliminary observation of enemy strength continues apace as per your will." A pause. "Field intelligence has alerted local command to docking port -- designation esk. Mandalorian units have been identified moving to engage perimeter units, Lord-Father. Per your edicts, exterminators have been dispatched to liquidate them."

She marched on, joining her lord and his retinue in meeting with their solders who would be sacrificed at their sides today. If it weren't for knowing how they would be spent, she wondered if this might have been a proud occasion, marching into her first war at the head of an army. But this was nothing to be proud of. This was not a place of honor. Today was not glorious and there would be no victor here, only survivors.

The officer spoke a word that seemed familiar, the word "Mandalorian". By the time of her induction into the Kainate they were called "Moridinazid" in Sith culture, although it seemed they had since liberated their lifeless rock.

She didn't know much about them really, just that the word Mandalorian seemed oddly familiar for reasons that she did not yet understand, and that her master Hated them. Delighting in their torment seemed to be his only joy, the only time he showed any emotion in front of her. The only time he ever smiled.

She hated his smile.

And she hated the Mandalorians for making her see it.


Tags: Darth Carnifex Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax \ Enemes: Jonyna Si Jenn Kryze

 

[Avery Vaaki]

Allies: Galactic Alliance Ground Forces
Enemies: Sith Order
Flying: GASB-258 Thunderstorm II Y-Wing
Outfit: Galactic Alliance Flight Suit
Location: Skies above Objective 2
Key: Avery, Ori, NPC


Nervous perhaps was an understatement when it came to the two rookie pilots of the Thunderstorm Y-Wing. Yes they have been trained for this. Flown simulations hundreds of times. Done wargames. But it's always different when its the real thing. When you get no do-overs. There is no second chances. You either perform to the best of your abilities and live, or you make a mistake and it could cost you your life. Perhaps even the lives of your fellow soldiers in arms, which was worse depending on the situation.

"Hey partner? Its going to be alright. Calm yourself. You're breathing really hard into your mask. I can even hear it." a voice would say in her comm link.

Avery glanced behind to her, to catch a glimpse of the Twi'lek in her turret gunner seat. Despite the helmets they both wore, Avery could see the warm expression on her co-pilot's face. Avery would then refocus on the flying, looking down at the city below. It seemed that either fighting had already started or was about to begin shortly. She could barely make out the explosions of the flak that was emitting from the city proper. 'That won't be fun to deal with at all.' Avery glanced at the other bombers she was flying in formation with. The bomber wing was for now keeping its distance away from the main engagements between the Galactic Alliance and Sith. Mainly to avoid the AA defenses the enemy would have. They were to provide close air support should the ground forces call for them.

"You aren't nervous Ori?" Avery would ask through her comm link "This won't be like the simulations we ran. This will be the real deal."

"I am nervous, Avery. But we can't let that get to us. This is a chance to avenge those that died on Coruscant." she would reply in a slightly solemn tone "All those lives that the Sith have taken."

Avery went quiet for a moment. She knew Ori lost some friends in that battle. It was her sole reason for joining. Revenge. Justice. Avery could sympathize with her co-pilot's emotions. Avery was there on the planet when the attack happened. She saw many people lose everything. Homes, family members, and their livelihoods. All of it, just because their enemy desired destruction and chaos. Avery gripped the controls of her Y-Wing tighter as her communications went live.

"All wings, we will be moving in slightly closer to get into proper position incase the ground forces call for us." the wing commander said "Follow my lead. All wings report in."

"Nova-2 , standing by."

"Nova-3, standing by"

"Nova-4, standing by."

"Nova-5, standing by."

Avery glanced behind her co-pilot once more, gently pressing her gloved fist against the glass. Ori mimicked Avery, giving her reassuring nod. Avery chimed in "Nova-6, standing by." She would steer her Y-Wing to follow the others. Regardless of what the Sith will throw at them, she will prevail.

 

[Jonyna Si]

Friendly: Jenn Kryze Varys Amun
Foe: Darth Carnifex Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Kaila Irons

The whole way there, she worried. Worried about what came next. With imperials, it was so easy. So easy to understand their motivations, so easy to understand how to fight them. So easy to counter them...

With the sith?

It was a toss up. She could never get a read on them. A feeling of clear cut solutions. Imperials relied on machinery of war. The sith relied on terror and magic.

But mostly she worried for Jenn Kryze . As much as her girlfriend probably didn't want it, Jonyna could feel her the whole way. Revenge...

Once upon a time, Jonyna felt the same against Jenn's own culture. A spiteful disgust for it. A feeling of rage towards what had been done to her people eons ago.

Yet now...

It was empty. She had forgiven them, a concept the galaxy at large almost felt opposed to. She was a Jedi Master who had forgiven one of the oldest enemy of the Jedi. Maybe it was time. Time to forgive.

But the sith...

Could they be forgiven? Could a culture that prides itself on the subjugation of all others be forgiven? With Mandalorians, at least she could find the common ground. Mandalorians valued glory, honor, pride in their abilities. She'd seen the Protectors and those who fought with them. She'd heard tales of the Enclave before it went down it's dark path.

The sith chose a dark path long before even she was born. Was there any good there to salvage?

Or were they destined to be exterminated?

The jedi would win. That was her deepest belief. She would make sure of it, at least.

As they came out of Hyperspace, Jenn caught her lips and the two shared a deep kiss. The bond between them deepened, and all it did was cause the Cathar to worry more. One day, she wished to have Jenn's children. It was the wish she had back on Hapes, and the wish she prayed the Force's whim would allow. So the legend of Hapes fortold, at least. Fate never did seem to work out for Jonyna. First she was robbed of being a jedi of the old order, then she was robbed of starting her own.

Now she had finally reached her goal of becoming a master, and she wouldn't dare let Jenn go.

​

As they landed, Jonyna prepped everything she could. She doubled checked all her gear, prepared her armor, and grabbed her mask. It was a simple de-tox mask, the similar to the one she had designed for her sith disguise, but this one had much more mental shielding than the last. She wouldn't risk it, not today.

No, as she stepped off the ramp of the Reaper, she could already feel it. The Dark Side, everywhere...

But she could also feel some familiar faces. Vulpesen was already prepping the thunderstorm to bash through another airlock alongside the 34th, the pride of the GADF army.

She'd extend that storm, forcing it over the entire domed city. Hail and Lightning raining down on all who guarded it's airlocks. A controlled storm, two Masters letting the fury of mother nature purely on the enemy.

Jonyna then watched as her chosen mate went into a speech. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before, but...it was different coming from her. Jenn was a Mandalorian, and an Alor at that.

Every single soldier would be defended by Jonyna. Every single mandalorian, protected by a Master of the Force.

Jonyna knew what came next. She felt it approaching. She could only describe it in non-binary terms. To her, this wasn't a person approaching.

This was a Thing.

Darth Carnifex.

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Event: Sith Forces outside of the dome are dealing with a heavy thunderstorm, while GA forces seem to be dry as a bone.

 

[Varys Amun]

Location: Echnos, near Airlock 5
Equipment: Senaar'gam (armour) | Varys' songsteel javelin | Senaar'sen kite | Jetpack | Twin maser pistols
Objective: Link up with Mandalorian forces
Allies: @Jenn Kryze| Jonyna Si
Enemies: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax | Kaila Irons | Darth Carnifex

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Teresa could not help but feel giddy at the potential bloodbaths. Even after leaving the FOB they continued to scheme plans of traps and more. These where the forces He gave her and some had already fought battles with her already.

Her voice was nothing but a roar now, drowning out all other sounds. It was raw, naked power, and, for good or ill, it left the Clan's warriors invigorated. They lifted beskad and spear alike in response, and howled out their response loud enough for their ancestors to hear from the Manda itself.

She'd extend that storm, forcing it over the entire domed city. Hail and Lightning raining down on all who guarded it's airlocks.

Varys heard the warriors of Clan Kryze before she saw them. Their war cry echoed across the harsh landscape and a moment later Varys saw a swathe of armoured figures emerge from a nearby rise, running as one to the gaping tunnel mouth that lead to Airlock 5. She hurried to her feet and scrambled from her position, following the mando'ade and Hastati warriors as close as she could dare.

Explosions of whistling birds, wrist mounted rockets and grenades struck the loose line of defenders at the tunnel entrance like a breaking wave. The barest moment of silence followed the initial volley before the ranks of Hastati opened fire with their heavy blasters, producing a cacophony so forceful that Varys felt it thrum in her chest even far behind the group. The warriors did not wait for the smoke to clear before they advanced. From the scattered return fire they knew that the defender had stumbled at the first barricade, and they poured into the tunnel, dispatching the last stragglers, disappearing into the dim.

To Varys, it seemed strange that the first line of defences had fallen so quickly, and for a moment the shattered entrance to the tunnel looked just like a grinning maw, eagerly swallowing its meal.

Varys quickened her step. The last of the Hastati were approaching the airlock. If she delayed she would lose track of the group. She gritted her teeth and crossed the threshold at a jog, perhaps a few dozen paces behind the last of the group. Now that they were inside, Varys could run to join the vanguard position, leap into the fray beside Jenn, and claim her rightful place within the clan.

The entrance was still choked with dust, and it took Varys' eyes some time to adjust, so she did not immediately see the carnage in front of her. The tang of freshly spilled blood assaulted her nostrils. She stumbled over a corpse, the nightmare scene unfolding before her suddenly clear. Scores of Sith soldiers had been waiting for them, and the short, gently sloping entrance to the airlock was now a slick slide of tangled bodies fighting for control over the narrow space. Black-clad armoured figures bearing the dark brand of the Kainate fought hand-to-hand with the ranks of Mandalorians.

"Osi'kyr! Oh chit oh chit oh chitchitchitchit!"

Varys ducked behind a bulkhead as another wave of fire swept across the space. Beside her was an open door that seemed to lead to some sort of side passage, likely used initially to ferry reinforcements to far side of the airlock entrance. Without thinking, Varys jumped over the body lying across the doorway and entered the passage, anything to get away from the carnage in the main concourse. She kept her blasters raised as she navigated the much tighter route, but she was lucky, and encountered only the dead and dying.

The sounds of death reverberating from the airlock entrance drove her forward. A Sith soldier stumbled by her, but his lifeblood was draining from his neck, and he paid Varys no mind. The passage grew narrow and sunk, and Varys had to crawl to go forward but still she went on because if she stopped then she would be grabbed and if she were grabbed she would be hauled out to cut down in front of her mother.

But Varys wasn't grabbed. She took off her backpack, pushed it in front of her and crawled. The din of the battle grew further away. She passed through a pair of sealed chambers and finally, Varys emerged blinking into the light of the domed city.

 

[Gress D'ran]

Friendlies: Vulpesen Avery Vaaki Jonyna Si Sara Roche
Attacking: Festerruman Sachiel
Location: Assaulting Airlock 7
34th Battalion Loadout:

Spoiler

"Firestorm" Walker Company:
Vehicles:
x2 Sphinx Siege/Command Walkers
Cerberus
Kraken
x6 Thundercat Mark II Heavy Assault Walkers
Solo II
Large And In Charge
Big Cat
Showstopper
Noble Intentions
Jenny
x2 Bobcat Scout Walkers
Nightwing
Drake
x7 Tiger Medium Assault Walkers
Undertaker
Frankly My Dear
Strutter II
Winds of Change
Red Six
Fires of Coruscant
Degeneration-X
x6 Wildcat Mark II Heavy Tanks
Fury
Thunderbolt II
Edith
Cobra King
Blood and Guts
In The Mood V
x3 Lynx APCs
Party Wagon II
Mystery Machine
Trogdor II[/I][/B]
"Thunderstorm" Armor Company[/B]
Vehicles:
x2 Tiger Command Walkers
Appetite for Destruction
Diver Down
x7 Wildcat Mark II Heavy Tanks
Speak Softly II
Divine Intervention
Rolling Thunder II
Apocalypse Now
Iron Side II
Heavy Machinery
De-Escalator
x6 Cougar Mark II Medium Tanks
Leonardo
Donatello
Michelangelo
Raphael
Shredder
Splinter
x7 Puma IFVs
Run and Gun
Live and Learn
Shades of Glory
Ride The Wind
Guns and Roses
Fire and Ice
Guns of Liberty
x3 Squads of Marines
"Tsunami"
"Twister"
"Volcano"
"Helldiver" Marines Company:
144 Fully Equipped Marines
Krayt" Artillery Platoon:
Equipment:
x6 Screaming Falcon Artillery Walker
Guns A Go Go
Sweet Child O Mine
Chrome Dome
Hutt Busters
Endor's Finest
Splash Zone
"Midnight Train" Support Platoon:
Equipment:
x2 GADS Roc Drop Ship
Mercy
Innocence
x2 Ziio LAATs
Thunderbird
Prettybird
Skycrane Transport Droid
x4 GASB Cheetah Scout Speeder
Barry
Wally
Bart
Jay

​

The wind howled, as The Wilder climbed the walker. The storm started to roll in, and blocked any line of sight they had on the enemy. At least, that would be the case if all of the GADF vehicles didn't rely on sensor tech.

"All hands, swap to thermals. Ravens, push in and scan the field." Gress ordered, as the voice of Vulpesen came over the radio.

[Trident to Hellstompers. Put some dents in that door and I'll see what I can do to bring them down. I'd rather not spend too much time out here in the cold. I'm ready to start this house party.]

Gress let out a sigh. The Wilders was always eager ones. "Copy Trident. Focus those bolts on enemy combatants. We got plenty of firepower to crack the doors, I'm more worried about what's sitting in front of them."

Gress took a drag as he looked to his comms officer. "Radar, what's the world on the enemy formation?"

"Thermals are detecting 30 walkers, and a full walker battalion, and a regiment of tanks. They're dug in, sir."

"Hit the walker battalion with an ion barrage. Both cannons, full power, I want those walkers offline before we hit them."

"Aye sir! Powering the ions!"

The low hum of electricity filled the cabin of both superheavy walkers, before finally...

KRAKOOM!

A duo of ion bolts, large enough to take out entire portions of cities, fired forward, aimed right at the enemy walkers. It wasn't a precision shot, but a massive bolt designed to hit several at once.

Gress smiled. The first use of that weapon in combat, and it worked entirely as intended.

At least, at first glance.

"All units! Open fire. Prioritize missile fire on armor before heavy cannons. Tigers, Mass Drivers on those walkers. Thunderstorm, push in."

"AYE!" The call could be heard over the radio in unison.

First came the missiles. CHOMP rockets firing off, guided by sensor data, as they first went up, then down, and then fired their seigurium dart at mach speed at walkers, before the HE payload of the missile followed suite behind it. Aimed at walkers and tanks, the barrage of missiles streaked across the sky like paint across a canvas.

Then came Thunderstorm. Wildcats led the charge as they opened up with composite lasers, firing on walker legs and enemy tanks. Behind them, Pumas opened up with more HE missiles and autocannon mass drivers that opened up on infantry with contact explosive rounds.

Then came the mortars. Endless mortars from seemingly every vehicle. Aimed at trenches, and heavy emplacements.

"Sir." Radar interrupted Gress as he watched the symphony of destruction.

"Yes?" The Davronian said with a gruff grunt.

"Friendly CAS above us. Shall we give them something to do?"

"Sure, why not?" Gress laughed. "Relay Raven Data. That AA could use pruning first though. Krayt, get rid of those for us."

"Fire in the sky!" The commander of Krayt responded, as the sound of 18 turbolaser batteries opened up, their sound rolling through the air across the battlefield.

"This is Hellstomper Bravo of the 34th, requesting air support from Nova Squadron. Priority targets, remaining enemy walkers. Secondary targets enemy troop formations and tanks. How copy?"

TL;DR:

Spoiler

Firestorm opens fire with superheavy ion cannons on walker formation.
Firestorm opens fire with missile barrage on walker formation and tank battalion.
Thunderstorm pushes in, engaging enemy tanks and walkers.
Mortars open up on entrenched infantry.
Krayt opens up on enemy AA.
Gress calls in CAS to clean up enemy armor.

​

 

[Judah Lesan]

Wearing: xxx
Allies: Connel Vanagor | Lt. Bren Alazar | Gress D'ran | Jonyna Si | Varys Amun | Tarw Rhyfelwr | Vulpesen | Zaiya Ceti | Avery Vaaki
Enemies:: Srina Talon

Judah pulled back from the barrier. The voice still echoed in his head as the raw power of the dark side became tangible. It was soft yet full of intense pressure, piercing his mental shields with violent accuracy. This had not been erected by some novice, but rather a true master of the force lay beyond the invisible wall. He would need to break it down to go further, but it made it clear he was on the track. Then again it could have been simple misdirection. That would have been something he would have done.

The Jedi Shadow closed his eyes. He would not bring the barrier down with some physical object or a show of brute force. This was not some force field attached to a power source. Judah knew it would require his energy. The light side would have to break against the dark side. Judah needed to find a crack in the barrier, a weakness that he could exploit.

A Jedi Guardian would try to find a way to bust through. The Counsular had the force as its weapon, and would find a way around. Judah was a Shadow, a Sentinel. Stealth was his friend, but so was the force. Where others may look for a solution that could fit into some kind of box, Judah would piece together something that was unconventional. He was not just searching for a crack or a weakness, no she would not have left something obvious. Judah needed a fault line, a natural fissure in the way the force knit it together.

His head moved and canted as he followed the ebb and flow of the force until he found it.

The floor shook again. He could feel the pulse of something. What were they preparing for? The tremors were not physical, or perhaps they were. The Jedi could sense them in the force, and yet they vibrated under his feet. His mind made him think there was a sound, waves rippling through the force that sung something sweet and terrible in his ear. It pulled his focus away from the barrier.

“Focus, Judah,” he muttered under his breath.

He shook his head and closed his eyes again. Judah placed his hand on the barrier so he could feel how it radiated through the force. It rippled with a certain energy from its epicenter. Judah followed the tendrils to its nucleus. Its source was its weakness.

The Shadow poured energy into the nucleus. He was not trying to break it, but overload it. Too much power, too much pressure, and it would burst like a dam. It was a dangerous thing to do, and it could easily backfire on him, but he could not weaken the source without feeding it first. A brief thought of what Katara would have said to him flashed across his mind. It caused him to smirk.

“Careful, Jedi boy.”

He always promised, and then threw himself into danger anyway.

This was no different.

Judah pressed further. He could feel the wall begin to crack. That was all he needed. One small break would result in other small imperfections. Soon the pressure would push against the barrier, bowing it until finally…

…it shattered.

Time stood still as what appeared to be shards of glass burst outward and all about the Jedi. They froze in place. Judah froze in place. His arm was still extended outward. The world around him would begin to move again, slowly. Everything pulled in as though he had created a black hole.

An explosion of energy burst from the center. It was dark, powerful, strong. Judah flew backward, colliding with the wall behind him. The sheetrock broke around him, leaving a depression that fit his frame and shape. He slid to the ground, unconscious for a moment. Blood trickled down from an open wound at his hairline. The abrasion was small, not life threatening, but painful. His ears began to ring. The sound pulled him back to reality, and slowly he pushed himself off the ground and back onto his feet.

The corridor was spinning, but the way was clear.

Slow steps would move the Jedi forward until he found his equilibrium once more. Judah poured the force into his wounds to accelerate their recovery, doing his best to keep enough energy for the battle to come. Whoever had made the shield was strong. This was not going to be an easy conflict, if it became one. It was foolish to think a Sith would see reason, but Judah had to try. He had known dark siders before, those who claimed to be Sith, which had a conscience.

Maybe this one would.

Everything shook again.

It was stronger. Judah was getting closer. A few more steps and he would be…

…his eyes landed on the headless body in the room, and moved upward to the Echani.

She was feeding a device. Was that her blood or something else? The dark side often required something for its power. In this case it was the very essence of life. He recognized her face. It took him a moment to place her, but then he realized this was one of the Exarch’s of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. He knew they had been Sith. Judah had been there when other Jedi wanted to shun the Silver Jedi Order for being willing to entertain an alliance with the Sith Empire and the Confederacy to deal with the Brynadul threat.

Judah did not know her, but he knew of her. He knew her reputation.

“Frak.”

He cursed. Of all the Sith he could run into, it was the Empress.

Blue orbs looked at the machine. Whatever it was supposed to do, it was not doing it, yet. Whatever they had planned, it did not take a genius to decipher the dodecahedron was central to their plan. If the Echani was present, this was a central piece.

He had to stop her.

“Well that certainly looks painful,” his hand circled about the room as darkness seeped in like tendrils toward the center of the machine, “and a little creepy. Maybe we can take a break from that and, I don’t know, talk about not doing whatever it is you’re getting ready to do.”

Judah reached for his forehead. His vision changed. He could feel it.

FEAR.

The room was filled with it. Judah almost couldn’t breathe through it. He was strong mentally, but he knew the nightmares that lived within his subconscious, and suddenly…

Judah was AFRAID.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Objective: 2, Airlock 5
Allies: Darth Carnifex , Kaila Irons , Gerwald Lechner , Srina Talon
Neutral: Zaiya Ceti
Forces: Black Bane Spider Company, Starweird Shock Jumper Company, 23rd Blackened Infantry Company
Enemies: Jonyna Si , Jenn Kryze , Varys Amun

"As- as you wish, my lady" To this day, Teresa baffled the young apprentice. Sure Kaila didn't didn't mind occasionally indulging in the woman's more... frivolous pastimes, and in fact she might even need to as it was one of few ways Kaila had found to reliably destress after the things she was typically subjected to on Malsheem, though it was typically Darth Xyrah who approached her.

Taking Teresa's hand, His own engulfing hers, the Dark Lord accepted her weapon and studied it quietly. When He activated it's blade, He was pleased enough at it's construct. "Well made, Pellax. You have come far from the cage of your past. I daresay all that you once were has truly been burned away." He deactivated the weapon and returned it to her, His eyes now settling on Kaila. "Take heed, my young apprentice. Today is the day your fate is decided. You will either rise as she has done, or you will die alongside the animals arrayed at our gates. My expectations will be sharp."

Teresa watched as the Butcher Lord pulled the lightsaber, its red-pink blade cast its glow on everything close and the ripples of fiery energy rose up in an endless dance. She was proud of Sekitangara as it was a blade that fit her hands nicely where the others best use was telekinetically. Kaine's words made her feel proud, her hand squeezed His. "You're guidance is the reason I was able to do so," she cooed sweetly as He returned her blade.

Just like her first response Kaila Irons sounded ridged as if holding her tongue and guarding her words. It was amusing to watch how some acted that way around Kaine. Then again most of her interactions with the woman so far have been those of few words. The Valkyrie was still figuring this one out, Teresa wanted to understand the reason why Darth Xyrah put in so much effort. Carnifex's eyes where not the only ones watching perhaps Kaila knew it too.

"Speak."

"Lord-Father, preliminary observation of enemy strength continues apace as per your will." A pause. "Field intelligence has alerted local command to docking port -- designation esk. Mandalorian units have been identified moving to engage perimeter units, Lord-Father. Per your edicts, exterminators have been dispatched to liquidate them."

To see the Dark Lord in anger was a terrible sight to behold, but even more horrible was to see the Dark Lord express exhilaration. The smile which crept across His face was not one expression joy or even contentment, but pure unmitigated cruelty. The sadism in which the Dark Lord delighted in tormenting was unparalleled, a wickedness born of omnicidal derision which had once brought the Mandalorian people to the furthest precipice of annihilation; one they have never truly recovered from.

"Excellent," replied Darth Carnifex, a dark glint sparkling in His eyes, "See to it that they are harried appropriately, and I will attend to their utter deprivation shortly."

The officers words where like music to her ears. She could hear the enemy clawing at trying to get inside this dome. How many lived where being sacrificed for a single step. How much where the enemy to throw away before their own guilt crippled them? Teresa was just happy to see lives clashing against lives no matter who's.

The Blackened Valkyrie couldn't draw her eyes away from seeing that smile, His wonderful sadistic smile that pleased her madly. "My, so Mnnn," she said in a momentary daze while pushing up onto the tips of her toes and kissing the mans cheek. "I am going head over first. I'll see you in a little my love. Call if you want me for anything, I'll come regardless."

Teresa's fingers slipped from Carnifex's as she walked away a little before turning into a full run. Nearing the edge the Valkyrie pushed off and opened her wings wide descending into the city. Her hand reached grabbing the energy bow from behind. A finger ran over the mechanism springing open the Bow and a red beam connected the two ends. Mostly it was bought along to try something new all she needed was the right kind of targets where her impact would be best displayed.

Drawing the energy string back a bolt formed and upon release fired out. It made her giggle in that the weapon felt funny to use. "Okay think I got how to use this." Swooping a little further down Teresa circling around above Airlock five. No doubt there was mandalorians and GADF soldiers who noticed the woman in the sky in black armor and enormous wings. Even if they did, she kept pulling away hailing one bolt after the other slowly getting used to the weapon.

Spoiler: Lightsabers and equipment

Dark Valkyrie Armor
Iroai Amulet

Old Owners Lightsaber

Ancient Lightsaber

Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber

Fathers Lightsaber

Svikin hjörtu

Sekitangara

Energy Bow

 

[Nir Si]

​

Tag: Jarek Voss​

To say Nir was nervous was an understatement. As he landed, he thought about his master Katarine Ryiah , someone he hoped would've come with him. Unfortunately, she was never much of a Guardian, it seemed.

The boy walked out on the approaching battlefield, mask on, the rain already starting to come down. The jedi master Jonyna Si had already began her work.

Meanwhile, Nir was walking into a war zone entirely unarmed, at least to the unaware.

He needed to prove himself. Needed to show his ability. To show his merit. The boy needed to prove he was worth the effort. To show Katarine he was worth the time...

Maybe he was just insecure.

Either way, he'd be ready...

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Úlfs Reiði
ALLIES: Srina Talon | Darth Carnifex | Jarek Voss | Kaila Irons | Darth Ultramar | Darth Nefaron | Kasir Dorran | QK-2510 | Velda Nar-Donna | Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
ENEMIES: Connel Vanagor | Lt. Bren Alazar | Gress D'ran | Jonyna Si | Varys Amun | Tarw Rhyfelwr | Vulpesen | Zaiya Ceti | Avery Vaaki

Srina Talon could not say farewell to him, and Gerwald could not bid his mistress adieu, not really. Her attention was on the device, and it would require her full focus until it was ready. Even as he turned his back and exited, the wolf silently brushed against her aura. He owed her much, and as she once again gave of herself for their plan, Gerwald could not help but admire her resolve.

This was leadership. It was a lesson Gerwald would always remember learning from her during the days among the Knights Obsidian. A leader did not ask others to sacrifice if they were not willing to sacrifice themselves.

Gerwald was joined in the upper war room by Velda Nar-Donna . Her face was new. Gerwald did not know her. The attire she wore suggested she may have been an assassin, or belonging to the Tsis-Kaar, and yet the way she carried herself suggested something different. It did not take long for the wolf to discern a more fitting assumption. She had no particular loyalty to anyone but herself.

Perhaps that would make her a liability, but the Dark Councilor learned long ago that allies came in surprising packages. As long as she aided them in this endeavor, she could stay. That did not mean the wolf would not be wary of her. He was slow to trust. Life and experience had taught him to be particular about who he gave it to.

His eyes shifted upward. The sound of thunder cracked above them. A storm raged outside the dome. It seemed the Jedi sought to use nature to aid them in their endeavor to take the city. It grew rapidly as though more than one Jedi was behind its creation. Gerwald smiled. The wolf in him was hungry for something natural. Lightning flashed across the sky as another sound erupted from within the city.

An explosion shook the building as the shockwaves of it rippled throughout the city. In the same instant everything went dark.

The streets outside the mansion had been full of life. Citizens going about their business suddenly found themselves in the dark without warning. Panic ensued. Cries and shouts could be heard through duracrete walls of the mansion as a wave of terror and dread washed over the city. The city was AFRAID, and FEAR had not only taken root, but it CAPTURED their minds.

In the next moment red flood lights kicked on. Sirens blared to get everyone’s attention. The shock was palpable as the emergency broadcast system alerted the populace to the power outage. They knew what this meant. Everything, including life support was on reserve back-up generators. Only essential systems were protected. All else would remain shut down until power could be restored.

It was then the flashes of war could be heard and seen from outside the dome. The people of Echnos City finally grasped they were under attack. They had lost power, and now they were in danger of being destroyed. One errant missile, or a calculated strike against the dome itself could see them suffocate from the moon’s hostile atmosphere. Riots would break out soon as desperate survival instincts would begin to sink in. Once they realized they needed breathing masks to live, they would turn on one another for the closest cache they could find.

It was too perfect. Even as the device still hummed to life, their FEAR would feed it.

[ “Lord Lechner,” ] a voice called out over the comms. [ “That power outage is going to compromise the airlock gates.. They are opening.” ]

He nodded as he processed the news.

[ “All units fall back into the city. Airlock control is compromised. I repeat, airlock control is compromised. They are opening.”]

Their monitors were dead. Power was out at the mansion. The airlocks were open. Gerwald would need to retreat to their secondary location.

He turned to Velda Nar-Donna .

“This place is no longer useful to us. Our Empress needs to finish the ritual. We must deal with the assailants.”

Without any pomp or circumstance, Gerwald vacated the building through the nearest emergency exit. He leaped into the streets and pushed himself through the panicked crowds. Many asked him if he was here to help, but rather than alleviate their fears, Gerwald pushed them deeper into them. He had no niceties to offer or kind platitudes which would help them overcome what terrified them. Instead he fed their fear.

“The Jedi have come, and they intend to destroy this city.”

Was it true? That did not matter. What mattered was that they believed it. Why else were they under attack? They had lived in relative security under Sith occupation. As long as their governors paid the tariffs and kept the citizens in line, Echnos City had little to fear. The city was an economic boon for the Sith, and war cost credits.

The Galactic Alliance threatened the safety and security of the city.

The Sith did not.

Gerwald pushed toward the capitol district. The center of the city’s politics would have its own backup generators, the perfect location for a mobile command center. Once there the wolf could get a read on the situation and locate the unit which seemed to infiltrate the city.

Once he located them he would kill them.

All of them.

Spoiler: SUMMARY

1. The power to Echnos City went out due to the actions taken by Lt. Bren Alazar
2. Red Emergency Lights and Emergency Power kicked in causing the citizens to panic and realize the city is under attack
3. Power loss compromised the airlock gates and they are now open
4. Gerwald Lechner orders all Sith personnel to fall back into the city
5. Gerwald leaves the mansion and begins his search for the unit that is inside the city

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: Echnos City - Airlock 7(Bring the Thunder)
Loadout: Battlefield
Forces: 1X GADF Regiment(Spread throughout Battlefield. Personally Leading Cyclone Battalion) 1x Company of Veran Royal Guards(Trident)
Enemies: Sith ( Festerruman Sachiel )
Allies: GADF ( Gress D'ran , Sara Roche )

"Copy Trident. Focus those bolts on enemy combatants. We got plenty of firepower to crack the doors, I'm more worried about what's sitting in front of them."

Vulpesen grinned then took a deep breath, refocusing himself. The air thrummed with charged energy and he could feel the efforts of Jonyna Si adding to his own, his small cloud turning into a looming omen as it started to stretch across the city. [Trident Actual to Cyclone and Trident. Watch the fireworks. If they sally out, send them back in. If they try to peek out, have your marksman pluck out their eyes.] Over half a thousand weapons trained on the airlock and the surrounding trenches. Even at the long (albeit ever decreasing) range, his men were still a menace of accurate fire, armed with coyotes and malinois to pick off targets even at the considerable range.

His rocketeers and grenadiers would conserve their ammunition, letting the Hellstompers lay down their withering bombardment on the sith positions. All the while, the wilder would concentrate, sinking deeper and deeper into a form of meditation as he sensed out the life on the other side of the battlelines. Bit by bit, the sith troops would come to him as specks of light in the grand cosmic ocean of the force. Group by group, he would reach out a finger and point to those clusters of light...

KRAAKOOWW!

Time and time again bolts of lightning would fling themselves from the clouds, hurtling down where Vulpesen pleased with a frightening accuracy. This was the power of an arch wilder. This was the horror of nature unchained and at the aid of a servant of the force. It was power now at work for the Grand Army of the Galactic Alliance. Vulpesen might have been a single man in control of an infantry unit, but he had been gifted with the skills to become a mobile artillery piece, skills that he was always eager to use against enemies of Freedom.

 

[Avery Vaaki]

Allies: Galactic Alliance Ground Forces, Gress D'ran
Enemies: Sith Order
Flying: GASB-258 Thunderstorm II Y-Wing
Outfit: Galactic Alliance Flight Suit
Location: Skies above Objective 2
Currently: Providing CAS For the 34th
Key: Avery, Ori, NPC


"Nova-12, standing by." said the last pilot of their squad.

This was it. They were descending down to the outskirts of the city, Avery kept her mind focused on her flying, following her fellow pilot as they flew in formation. Then it seemed like the sky darkened itself out of nowhere. The comm chatter amongst Nova Squadron seemingly erupted in confusion. They didn't see this storm appear on their radars, but now it was practically on top of them. Flashes of lightning appeared around them, along with heavy rainfall. One of the pilots also mentioned seeing hail alongside the rain. 'Was this done by the Sith? Did they have control of the weather?' Avery felt her Y-Wing shake a bit from the turbulence, as she checked her windows. They were..dry. Not a single raindrop on them at all. How is that..

Avery's thoughts was interrupted by the comm chatter.
"All wings, turn on your floodlights. This thunderstorm isn't going to slow us down. Keep formation." the Nova wing leader ordered.

Avery flicked on the switch to turn them on, keeping her flying steady. She glanced behind for a moment before speaking to Ori. "What do you make of this mysterious storm?"

"I am not entirely sure. Perhaps its one of those Force powers the Jedi have" Ori says, as a flash of lightning would briefly illuminate part of the cockpit. "Regardless, is it affecting your flying at all?"

"Not entirely no. Turbulence is something I can handle. However, I am concerned about visibility. Dropping payloads may get a bit trickier. Sensors should be able to help mostly. It all depends what the target is." Avery replied

"You'll be fine." Ori reassured

Avery along with the rest of Nova Squad seemingly continued their descent, passing through a dark grey cloud. In view was the domed city. The Y-wings continued to fly in formation as signs of battle seemingly appeared. Avery watched as lightning strikes the areas outside of the airlocks, presumably where many Sith Order defenders were. That seemed to ease Avery's concern about the storm at least.

"This is Hellstomper Bravo of the 34th, requesting air support from Nova Squadron. Priority targets, remaining enemy walkers. Secondary targets enemy troop formations and tanks. How copy?"

"This is Nova-Leader. Copy that Hellstomper Bravo. ETA about less than two minutes. Sit back and watch the fireworks." the wing leader replied before addressing the bomber squadron. "Nova Squad, the 34th has requested our assistance in dealing with enemy walker, armor and troops. Let's give our boys and girls down there a hand yes? All wings prepare for attack run."

Avery shifted in her seat a bit. "Here we go." She turned her bomber to the right, doing a small spin as she followed the rest of her squad down towards the position of the 34th. Avery could feel the sweat within her gloves as her heart pounded against her chest. She calmed down her breathing, probably to ensure that Ori didn't get worried.

"Sir, have the 34th cleared the AA?" Avery asked through comms

"Do not worry, Nova-6. The 34th now how to clear us a path." the wing leader replied.

It seemed that after Avery heard that, she saw the turbolaser fire. Not coming at her but rather pounding the Sith defenses, either completely destroying them or softening them up. Either way, Avery took this as the 34th clearing the way for them. They certainly do like overwhelming firepower. Avery gave a small smile as she pushed her starfighter's yoke down to cause her Y-Wing to dive down slightly, following Nova-5 in front of her. Avery would then scroll through the various armaments her ship had to offer, before settling on proton bombs.

"Proton bombs armed and primed. Ori, are your ready? Need you to let me know if any Sith fighters come our way." Avery said

"Always, Avery. I am ready. I got your back." Ori replied "Rain fire upon them."

Avery gave a firm nod as she continued to down the flight path. What the 34th and the unfortunate Sith defenders would see is a squad of a dozen Thunderstorm Y-Wings descending down from the darkened skies. One by one, they each peeled off into a bombing run, one following the other. Their primary targets? The remaining Sith walkers that haven't been destroyed just yet. Avery pressed the button dropping off her payload ontop of two Sith walkers. "Bombs away."

The two Sith walkers were obliterated, and the ground shook slightly with concentrated bombings on the Sith force infront of the 34th. Nova Squad would come back for another pass, this time aiming for troop formations and enemy tanks. Avery was quickly cycling through her bomb bay armaments, selecting magnetising cluster bombs. The Y-Wings dropped their ordinance onto the Sith troopers and tanks, destroying their ranks and causing chaos on their lines. It should be enough for the 34th to continue punching through.

"Way to go, Miss Bombardier!" Ori cheered through the comm. Avery could only turn back and give her a smile as the Y-Wings pulled back before the Sith AA can regain their bearings.

"Hellstomper Bravo, this is Nova-Leader. Bombing run complete. Let us know if you need anything else to be dealt with." the wing leader replied.

Avery turned her head to look below, to observe the carnage they just rained upon the Sith. She felt her nervousness leave her a bit, hands gripping her controls firmly. She was ready for another one, only to see the lights of the city to be turned off, plunging the capital of this world into darkness.

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TLDR: Avery and Nova Squadron assisted the 34th in destroying Sith forces that were guarding Airlock 7, where the 34th were assaulting.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

LOCATION : Echnos City | OBJECTIVE : Secure Airlocks
TAG (FRIENDLY) : Allyson Locke | TAG (FOE) : @​

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]

The streets of Echnos City were filled with chaos and destruction as the Sith Order tightened their grip on the once peaceful city. Jedi Shadow Connel Vanagor moved swiftly through the rubble, his upgraded shield ignited and ready for battle. His mission was clear - to protect the innocent and bring down the Sith threat.

As he made his way through the city, Connel could hear the screams of the terrified civilians and the sounds of blaster fire in the distance. He knew that time was running out, and he needed to act quickly. With a sense of urgency, he directed the innocents to safety, guiding them through the maze of debris and danger. He watched with satisfaction as the last of them escaped to safety. With a heavy heart, he returned to the fray, determined to put an end to the Sith's reign of terror, at least here in this dome.

But Connel's focus was not solely on the evacuation. He was also on the lookout for any Sith that crossed his path. His senses were heightened, his instincts sharp as he scanned the area for any sign of the enemy. And then, he saw him - a Sith Acolyte, cloaked in darkness taking notice of him and wielding a red lightsaber.

Without hesitation, Connel charged towards the Sith, his own shield clashing against the crimson blade. The two warriors engaged in a fierce battle, their lightsabers weapons in the air as they fought for control. Connel could feel the power of the dark side emanating from his opponent, but he remained steadfast in his resolve. His father made much of his reputation by “teetering the fence” and “using their power against them”. Caltin had taught him several of these tricks. He was a good student.

As the battle raged on, Connels mind was focused and his movements precise. He used his agility and skill to outmaneuver the Sith, striking swiftly and accurately. The Sith, caught off guard by Connel's relentless assault, began to falter under the Jedi's relentless attack.

With a final, decisive blow, Caltin disarmed the Sith, sending his lightsaber clattering to the ground. The Sith, defeated and humiliated, retreated into the shadows, leaving Caltin victorious.

Spoiler: Implants

Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
Muscle enhancements.
Hemo enhancements for blood flow
Hawkeye implants for eyes
Advanced Medical Implant
Scentzy

 

[Kasir Dorran]

Tags: Zaiya Ceti

The battle just outside the domed city resembled a storm, quickly unfolding and leaving a trail of chaos behind. The diverse crowds of different species that made up the massive capital within pushed against one another, their faces full of fear as panic spread. With a population just under nine million, it was nearly suffocating.

As his gaze trailed off to the side through the viewports of Airlock Seven, he caught the sight of blaster fire that illuminated the darkness outside, and explosions of what appeared to be bombs dropped upon the Sith Order's troops. Subtle tremors were then felt beneath Kasir’s feet.

Like a shadow given life, he slithered through the masses. The air seemed to grow heavier as he continued towards the nearest airlock, the screams of others echoing in his mind during the entire journey.

It only seemed to worsen, as darkness had overtaken the entire city, erasing nearly all sources of light. The Sith had zero doubt that the power outage was the work of the Galactic Alliance filth, the proclaimed protectors of peace, whose incompetence only served to amuse him as it was now on full display. Red warning lights soon came to life, the glow bathing throughout the dome as a symphony of sirens pierced the air; for Kasir, it was a beautiful melody.

His senses were attuned to the fear and anxiety swirling in the currents around him, yet he remained composed, almost relaxed. As he finally reached a safe distance from Airlock Six, it beckoned him forward like a welcoming invitation. He patiently awaited whatever challenge that would emerge from it, for they were nothing compared to the darkness that resided deep within him, nor would they be prepared for what lay deeper within the city's border.

But it was then that a familiar voice was heard once more, as Gerwald Lechner issued an order to fall back. A flicker of irritation amongst the other emotions swirled within. While not one to normally disobey orders, there was still a slight pause. For several heartbeats his gaze locked onto the entrance with growing intensity, as if scanning for weakness and wanting to plot his next move. He was well aware of the enemies that now flooded nearby streets, but it was too late now to consider other options for the inevitable clash.

Before much longer, he would find himself on his backfoot in compliance, slowly retreating; still, it was not enough to stop the urge to attack. Making no effort to conceal himself any longer, and stepping out into the open, there would be a flick of both wrists as the Sith directed a Force Push towards the distant airlock. A wave of dark energy hurtled forward. The chances of it causing harm to those foolish enough to enter was slim, but he wanted to lure them onto his trail leading back to the heart of the city where his brethren would be gathering.

..Yun..
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[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Echnos City - Airlock 8
Armour: Personal Armour
Weapon: Rotary Cannon, blaster pistol, thermal detonators, beskad.
Tag: QK-2510

Charging forward, Tarw could feel himself panting, the chance to wear his armour and train his endurance for this kind of mission had been minimum. He hadn't been able to ensure that he was the most combat ready he could be when fully equipped and outfitted with his armour. However, he was willing to push himself to the absolute maximum that he could achieve. They needed to get inside the city. That was the mission and it was what he kept repeating to himself. Chanting it as a mantra as he pushed forward.

As he got close to the airlock, he could feel a squad of soldiers getting closer to him. They were getting close to the objective and Tarw wasn't seeing any dangers for the moment. Instead there was a focus on moving more cautiously in case there was a trap. Tarw took the lead, willing to brave the risks of being the leader and moving the group forward in this case. As they stepped towards the airlock, a ping hit his helmet and the beskar sent the blaster bolt shooting in a different direction harmlessly.

"Shock troopers! I'll cover you guys! Get into cover and start taking them down!" Tarw growled loudly into the comms as he lifted his cannon, letting the targeting laser move around till it found a target.

Then he fired the cannon.

A torrent of bolts fired out of the cannon, the rapid rate of fire lit the sky as Tarw roared out. Attempting to follow the shock troopers in the sky and aiming to bringing them down. He was also trying to keep them off the group of soldiers that had joined him on the mission as well. Hoping that they either reached cover to help with the fighting, or that they were pushing forward and using Tarw as a distraction to unlock the airlock and ensure the soldiers could get inside the city.

 

[Lt. Bren Alazar]

Galactic Alliance 305th Special Forces Unit - Codename "Omega Squad"​

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley? ​

Yeah, we scare them.​

Michael
Gabriel
Sariel
Raphael
Uriel
“Raguel”
Remiel
Seraphim
Weapons, and gear = Click picture in signature
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

Lieutenant Bren Alazar and Omega Squad moved stealthily through the darkened streets of Echnos City, their footsteps muffled by the fallen leaves that littered the ground. The city was under the control of the Sith Order, their red banners hanging from every building, a constant reminder of the oppressive regime that ruled over the planet.

Their mission was simple yet dangerous but they had to pivot to the secondary objective- infiltrate the capital building, locate the power source that fueled the Sith's control over the city, and eliminate any military leadership that stood in their way. As they neared their target, the tension in the air was palpable, each member of Omega Squad acutely aware of the risks they faced.

Lieutenant Alazar led the way, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger, true, they were in sewers right now but there were still signs of opposition. As they reached the capital building, Alazar signaled for the squad to halt. Naturally the region was alerted with the aggressive disabling of the power grid and now the Capital building was even more guarded than it was before, even in the sewers.

[Suppressors…]

The flash suppressors were not simply “silencers” that was a misnomer. Simply put the flash suppressors did just that, they kept the light expended to a minimum. Other troops might hear the weapons fire, but they would have a more difficult time finding it. Quickly, violently they tore through the troops that had no idea that they were there. Those who were not shot in the head or chest, were shot in the knee then cut in the throat by their combat knives.

These Sith troops were stone cold killers, they were by no means “cannon fodder” but they were not the level of Special Forces. They were not grouped and constantly given the types of orders that would make the average citizen throw up at and then believe to be “fiction”. These Operators of Omega Squad, they were not troopers anymore, they were demons.

Once the area was clear of tangos(targets), Alazar made a quick hand signal to set a perimeter. Dropping the rucksack full of explosives, he began to feel the “ceiling as several of the others were putting charges together.

[This isn’t going to work…]

[Meaning…]

[This is the grounds of the Capital Building, it’s meant to be more defensible, but this is crazy. We could put all of these charges up here and would barely dent it.]

[What do you need us to do, sir?]

[Give me a minute…]

Tapping his comm-link, he called out after switching frequencies. His contact was the Colonel, and head of the Mech Division… a man Admiral Angellus personally suggested should he need the help. Gress D'ran

[Omega Actual to Hellstomper Actual. Activating Beacon, confirm when received.

With that he slammed his personal locator beacon into one of the cracks in the wall. The beacon sent out a signal and he hoped it would be received. He waited, hoping and praying for the response. They all needed a miracle.

[Get as much debris as you can… preferably metal. Find a way to funnel this water…]

As Sariel, Raphael, and Uriel began to do just that, Michael found some metal he could rip off of its housing, with help from Gabriel. As the two were doing so, the team’s second.

[What’s your idea, boss?]

[These are the same style charges we used on Manaan, they can blow under water. If we fashion a reservoir up against that…] Pointing at what looked to be a load bearing wall. [... wall… and drop a charge in… the metal backing will cause a “ricochet” effect and keep the energy from the blast going in the opposite direction. With any luck, it will go in the direction we want…]

Gabriel smiled wryly… [... and the water will only increase the explosive energy…]

Michael (Alazar) nodded… [with any luck… one charge in this will have the effect of a hundred. It took the better part of fifteen minutes for them to complete the structure he wanted to put together. There were leaks and it wasn’t completely structurally sound, but considering it was slapped together. It will do. Dropping a charge into the water, he looked back.

[We’re done here, and we don’t want to be here when it goes.]

[You heard him… we’re going back to the surface.]

With that, they made their way to the nearest lift that will take them up to the city. They quickly set explosives at strategic points around the structure that they were climbing. Then the problem arose, the detonator was not working at the level that Alazar needed it to. The signal was lost, even with trying to tap into his locator beacon.

[Come on…]

Finally back on the surface, if you could call it that, they were still inside a dome.

[What is it?]

[My problem, not yours. The detonator is not working long range. I can’t pick any of them up other than the last two we set. They’re just too far away.]

[Danger Close, then. What’s the problem?]

[You’ve pulled my butt out of the fire plenty. I’m not going anywhere without you.]

[“I don’t think any of us are.”]

There seemed to be a consensus, Alazar was prepared to stay behind and sacrifice himself for the mission but the rest of the team weren’t. That being said, they still had work to do.

[We have charges we can set at certain spots at the base of the building. While we do that, I can work the problem some more. Let’s move.

Targets: [SO] Gerwald Lechner Kaila Irons Darth Carnifex Velda Nar-Donna Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Jarek Voss Darth Ultramar Kasir Dorran Velda Nar-Donna Darth Nefaron QK-2510 Festerruman Sachiel
Allies: [GA] Gress D'ran Jonyna Si Varys Amun Tarw Rhyfelwr Vulpesen Judah Lesan Jenn Kryze Zaiya Ceti​

Location: [Echnos City] - Sewers underneath Capital Building then above

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