We Come For Booty (Dominion Dom of Chiloon Rift and Irn)

[Subject 37]

​Location: Irn Orbit - Ship
​Objective: Aid Primeval
​Allies: [member="Lethia Morow"] | [member="Satia"]
​Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Owazza"] | @Ra'a'mah | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Alyson Halle"]

"Ugh." Kiran hefted one of the heavy crates of explosives, half throwing it on top of its counterpart. "I'm getting too old for this."

The Zeltron mused to himself as he popped open the latch to the box and unsealed it. He frowned for a moment, plucking out a few charges and thermal detonators before slamming the trunk closed once again. He let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck with one of the grenades before slipping it into the pockets on his bandoleer. His fingers unfurled a moment later, relaxing the strain he was feeling in his muscles. His hand slowly massaged the other, then he began to wander back towards the cockpit.

The droid that stood in the hallway watched him for a moment, it's dead eyes staring after him before quickly following.

"Rigor, take the controls." He told the droid, plopping himself down in the co-pilots seat.

The automaton didn't hesitate, following Kiran's order within a heartbeat and wedging itself in the pilots chair. A few moments later the Nephilim banked down towards the surface of the planet, shifting and dropping from the black abyss into the clouds below. The ship shook for a moment, the atmosphere of the planet dragging upon it until thin red lines appeared all along the vessels hull. Kiran watched them with a certain amount of disinterest before slowly bringing up the mask to his face.

He stretched one more time as he stood, carefully grabbing onto the rails located on the ceiling of the ship as he made his way towards the back of the vessel.

"Neil, Bos." The Zeltron called to the two Mercenaries he brought with him, a Falleen and Trandoshan respectively. "Expect..."

Kiran trailed off for a moment, frowning. "Well I have no idea what to expect so expect that."

The two mercenaries nodded, then shrugged.

 

[Lethia Morow]

Location: Fairline Province, Irn.​

Equipment: Sacrificial Dagger, EE-3 Blaster Carbine, Tattered Robes​

Objectives: Rekindle the Faith, Destroy the Heretics​

Allies: [member="Satia"], The Primeval​

Enemies: [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Owazza"]​

Music: Megalovania​

​

---

There would be enemies approaching soon, no doubt - Lethia had sent a message, and a rather loud one at that, to the Dominion. They would be fools not to respond.

Still, she wasn't too worried. None in the Primeval feared death as the end, and all present in her congregation had proven beyond doubt that they were ferocious fighters in their own right. Whoever came to stop the faithful would claim, at best, a pyrrhic victory; for a vast number of their own would go to Balagoth in the battle as well. If the Primeval Rebels fought with skill and guile, they might even win - unfortunately, Lethia was far from a battlefield commander.

Fortunately, though, there were a few amongst her followers who could fill that role.

The young woman barked an order in her raspy, hellish voice, and at her command, the head of her Blackhold contingent began doing his best to organize the rest of the faithful. Those who had displayed any skill with blasters or slugthrowers found themselves taking cover in whatever buildings remained. In contrast, those who had displayed considerable skill with the blade were scattered about the ruins in small ambush parties, ordered to strike at the unaware and the vulnerable.

Once the main force was hidden, the traps were set.

Many of the dead were rigged with crude explosives or firebombs, cruel traps which took advantage of the most humane of instincts; to care for your dead.

And the children? The children were gathered in the town square and restrained in a circle around the Primeval's banner, each one covered in small bruises and cuts; should the enemy forces attempt to rescue the younglings, they would be fired upon by those hidden in the nearby buildings.

~~

While her Congregation prepared itself for battle, Lethia had wandered away from the ruins of the town in preparation for her own battle - Someone was coming for her. A disciple of the Light, the same as she had been so long ago, was coming for her blood.

And, well. If Lethia's prey was so polite as to come to her for a change, it was only good manners that the predator face its meal one on one.

In a small forest - one of the only ones in Fairline Province - near the town she had slaughtered, the monstrous young woman let her robes hit the ground, and allowed herself, for a brief moment, to bask in the glory of her form. Bone spurs jutted from her back, jet black talons dug into the earth at her feet...beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

Perhaps, after the fight, Lethia could make her opponent beautiful as well. She hadn't had the chance to perform her craft on others in a long while.

---

 

[Klesta]

Location: Irn orbit
Object: Attempt to intercept Primeval reinforcements
Allies: Dominion [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Owazza"] @Ra'a'mah
Enemies: Primeval [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Lethia Morow"] [member="Satia"]

"Sith Hunter Squadron, on me: go to cloak, close in on the enemy ship in a stern chase, decloak once we are astern and then fire proton rockets! Provided there actually is an enemy ship to chase"

Yula, now at the helm of the 7th Starfighter Division, found herself with 22 squadrons, but six of which were patrolling Irn's surface. So she had 16 squadrons, with Yula's Sith Hunter Squadron forming her close guard. The Sith ace had her old wingmen now acting as squadron commanders, with one squadron of TIE Advanced X1s apiece. They were ordered to protect the fleet but without Daisy or Pixie, Yula would not have the familiar presence of these two ladies in her squadron, while cloaking, keeping their eyes peeled for enemy ships attemtping to break through the blockade. The blockade must not be breached! We will not let the Primeval land in reinforcements! she thought, using her own Force-sight to get a feel for where the enemy ship could be. These are within-visual-range missiles loaded inside each of the Guernicas, while being reminded that turbolasers are much easier to evade than point-defense weapons and that, in a stern chase, missile range is a lot shorter than head-on or even when flanking. Yet Yula was a little perplexed: what kind of reinforcements could come on Irn? She keeps circling around the fleet, looking for warning signs.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

Mateus (Mateus-class fleet carrier)
Vonium (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
Tricestium (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
Duquesne (Duquesne-class heavy frigate)
Necessity (Duquesne-class heavy frigate)
Capacitor (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)
Fuel Cell (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)

Attack craft:

10 Yutan fighter-bombers
120 TIE Advanced X1s
60 TIE Reavers

 

[Isaac Rennek]

Vanja examined their company, the other soldiers that gave off a very different impression from Fa's Vigor Guard. These seemed less professional, less clean and surgical, the keywords of Tai Fa's approach to all opposition. Without emotion or unnecessary bravado. They could be the same type of men in different uniform, but they felt alltogether different. Perhaps not very different from the pirates and slavers they'd fought over and over again. They ought to be, if they hoped to keep Vanja's company without spending it constantly looking over their shoulders.

She turned to the two guys and then looked back at the Shadowport. Military action was ruled out. How to do this then? She didn't know. It wasn't her call to make which made brainstorming so much easier. She could just throw ideas out there and see what sticks. Fa on the other hand could not, in fear of seeming indecisive, insecure, and weak. Or maybe he wouldn't care. Maybe he already had a plan. Whether he did or didn't, she imagined he'd try to appear as if there was a plan to fall back on. Made the soldiers feel safe without their dedication falling behind.

"It's a pyramid. Isn't it?" she asked, turning around to face the duo now. "Everything is a pyramid, no matter how much it tries to tell people it's a circle, line or square" she generalised, but went on. "Someone answers to someone. Doesn't need to be a chain of command in any official way, just the way some people command more respect than others. Who really controls this place? If we find people with influence, we can approach them one on one and use whatever means necessary to have them lend their resources to us. Or" she said, pausing slightly to think of how to phrase herself before her stream-of-though brainstorm went on "We do a little divide and conquer. Half the council who didn't get taken out are probably either on the list of the next to go, or the ones responsible for the other half. They benefited, right? Maybe it's not over yet, but an ongoing power struggle. We find out who the strifing parties are, and we use one to take out the others while gaining influence over our council-person."

Looking at the pair, she realised only now for how long she had been talking. Oops. "Or whatever." she cut herself off. "Those are my first thoughts, anyway." Take 'em or leave 'em boys.

| [member="Tai Fa"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] |​

 

[NightSister]

LOCATION: Dominion Primeval Outpost, Sarnus
OBJECTIVE: lolwut I'm a master now?
ALLIES: Primeval, [member="Vaylin"]
ENEMIES: Dominion, [member="Judas Foster"], [member="Teresa Shan"], [member="Arisa Yune"]
MUSIC: The Eco-Terrorist In Me

The door of the outpost burst open with the push of telekinesis, and Aria marched into the building the moment its entrance gave way. An alarm sounded, and Aria's smile widened - she wouldn't even have to look to find the station's personnel. In minutes, seconds, there'd be-

Her head turned, sharp and sudden.

Master?

It didn't sit right with Aria at all. She wasn't Vaylin's master. She wasn't even a master - she wasn't even Sith. Certainly, she taught the Zabrak what was useful for her to be taught, but that wasn't the same thing remotely. She'd simply seen someone with an aptitude for the Force, someone in a predicament not unlike one she'd once been in, someone she could lend a hand to, and offered to do so. Not someone to teach. There was a clear difference - in Aria's head, at least. It wasn't the same thing - she wasn't her master, of course not.

Was she?

Aria taught Vaylin - not with an end goal, no, but she taught her. She hoped to help make her stronger - not to an extent, in the way her Knighthood had worked, but she hoped to help make her stronger. She trained her - not in the hopes of promoting her or making her an asset to this order or that, but she trained her. That was what it meant, she supposed. Just because her motives were slightly different, it didn't change what was at the core of their interactions. When Vaylin needed to learn how to do this or control that, Aria helped her. When she had questions about the Primeval, about what had happened in her time on Dxun, Aria answered them. When she had a clear talent for something, an ability that clearly demanded to be honed, Aria encouraged her the best she could.

If not her master, then what?

Okay.

Maybe she was her master.

But her? Aria? She was never the master, the helper, the teacher. She was always the one who needed a master, who needed to be helped, to be taught. That was how it was, how it always had been. How could she be at all fit to guide someone?

The sound of a trigger - a taser gun, perhaps even a real one - gave her a split second's warning.

Chit.

She supposed she'd find out.

Bloodred light cast a faint glow upon the Echani wielding its source as pure instinct guided her, and her blade intercepted a bullet a second before it reached her face.

"See that?" Aria indicated her saber, which stood a hair's breadth from slicing into its owner. "Yeah, don't do that." Her attention turned to sending the soldier who'd fired flying backwards - there was a thud as metal armour slammed into a wall, and the officer toppled to the ground.

With that lesson out of the way, Aria's focus was fully on striking down every soldier with the Dominion's symbol on their uniform. More personnel came running as more alarmed blared, and she twirled her saberstaff out of pure anticipation. Head in the game, now she blocked a wave of bullets gracefully without so much as breaking a sweat. She moved properly into the building now, casting a glance to Vaylin to make sure she was handling herself - she was still sure the Zabrak would be fine, but her sense of responsibility had managed to triple in a minute and she couldn't help but let her gaze flicker to the other woman. A bullet shot her way, and she spun behind a starship to dodge its strike - another officer had had a similar idea, and she corrected his assumption of safety with a flick of the blade.

As a general rule, Aria liked to fight - this, however, held more gravity. Perhaps she didn't believe in the Primeval's gods, but she believed in the Primeval. More than that, even, she loved the darkness the cult bathed itself in, found solace in it, found power in it. This building, inconsequential as it was in the bigger picture, had held that same perfect stench of darkness, and the Dominion had diluted it, lessened it, made it a garage. There was something so truly precious about cutting through the hordes who'd tried to tame the darkness, about fighting to let the Primeval reclaim the outpost, small as it was.

No, to her, this was more than fun - it was a necessity.

Their miniature revolt was short lived. This was only a fuel station, guarded only by those without the military expertise that someplace more important might require. Aria hadn't at all expected it to be well-defended, and she was satisfyingly right. Oh, sure, a few of the station's workers had some of the Force to serve as a weapon, but that only made it better when they eventually, inevitably fell to the ground.

Then a crashing thud told her to turn her attentions to the goings-on outside; a horizontal swipe of her saber sent a head tumbling to the ground, and she went to investigate. Troops spilled out of a starship - oh, feth - and at the same time, a shuttle landed a distance off.

Her gaze switched back to the inside of the station, and she waved Vaylin over the instant she caught her gaze.

"We've got company."

Her tone was dry.

But her eyes were alight.

 

[Rakieh Atur]

Location: Champion-class Destroyer KSV Hoth's Light, in transit.
Objective: OJT and helping [member="Arisa Yune"] track down [member="Aria Vale"], and company
Allies: Dominion ([member="Cedric Grayson"]), anyone shooting at the Primeval
Opposition: Primeval ([member="Boethiah"]), anyone shooting at me
Neutral: Order of the Sacred Lotus (Just in case they show up for healing care and rehab.)

Now

Now was something that had come far too soon. It felt like yesterday that he had made the decision to leave his family on Ord Trasi, against their wishes, to pursue an understanding of the Force and to become one with it. Only hours before did it feel as though he had been taken into a order and under the wing of his first master, and mere minutes ago underwent his first diplomatic mission and became the padawan of another. It was only today, as the series of events rushed through his head, that he had been captured by the Primeval and had been saved by the company of The Dominion.

Needless to say. He was frightened. He was frightened by the prospect of effectively being in war against individuals who's skills far outclass his own. He was frightened by the future, and the events to come. He feared dying by the hands of something so twisted that it worshiped death.

Nay. Now was not the time to succumb to fear. He remembered feeling this way on Mygeeto in light of a simple diplomatic mission; a mission that was arguably no more dangerous than this one. Nay. This was just another event in the timeline, another test of his will. Now was not the time to succumb to fear. He knew that. He knew that this was what he signed up for. He knew that the moment he became the Watchman's apprentice. This wasn't about him. This was about what they stood for. He would stand steadfast and strong, if not for himself than for his master, as this mission, as far as he could tell, was of the upmost importance to her.

He shook his head as he attempted to steel his heart, removing his mask and storing it away, for if he were to die, he wanted his enemies to know that they would find no satisfaction in finding fear in eyes. He was Miraluka. He had not eyes for fear to reside.

He listened intently as his master debriefed him on the contents of his arsenal for the coming battle. While the child in him was disappointed that he wouldn't have the chance to use a lightsaber, he understood and agreed, if not because he had yet to make one of his own, because he had yet to learn in any degree the intricacies of such combat.

Rakieh took the blaster from her as it was handed to him, not daring to look down its sights whilst amidst a bay full of people. There would be time for that soon. He had yet to answer any of her statements, as he took most to be rhetorical, and he had no reason to give her the answer she wasn't looking for. Blasters were easy enough to handle. Blaster combat was something he had limited but enough experience in to be comfortable with one. As she motioned subtly to the power armours that lined the wall, Rakieh looked briefly to them, then quickly back to her.

He chuckled. Perhaps it wasn't appropriate at the time, but at least, to some extend, it relaxed him to do so. "They may laugh at me, these Primeval. Assuming they have a sense of humour."

Rakieh bowed his head down after a brief pause, almost in shame. "Forgive me Master. Now is not the time for humour... I know that. I just can't shake the feeling in the back of the mind..." He looked up to her again. "How do I know that I'm ready for this? What if I slow you down?"

He shook his head again, looking back at the power armours along the wall. "No. Don't answer that. I'm as ready as I can be. And in good company." A smile pierced through a once deadpan expression.

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Location: Sarnus, Chiloon Rift
Allies: TBA
Foes: The Primeval - @Aria Vale, @Vaylin
Gear: Revan's Robes, Revans Lightsaber


Her feet carried weight with each step taken. Little by little she was getting better. Little by little she'd shed the life she came from. Low life slave wasn't her mo. The satisfactions of the kill was enough. The pay was a means to live. Not so honest work for not so honest pay. There was several locations close by to choose from that could be the potential place to find her black mark. Although it made sense to go towards the battle first. It wasn't the closest of the four but it held a better chance.

As she walked further away from the shuttle she began to realise that she could have just flew closer to the location. The thought was enough to make her sigh at her own stupidity. Alarms began to sound in the distance making her head pick up. Her walk picked up becoming faster until it was a jog. The robes would sway lightly. It was a little while before she had managed to get close enough to see what was happening. All she could make out right now was a skirmish for the location.

 

[Poe]

​Location: Irn
Objective: Scorch The Heretics
​Equipment: Sith Sword, Sith Whip, My Teeth
​Allies: ​[member="Kiran Vess"] l [member="Lethia Morow"] l [member="Krest"]
Enemies: ​[member="Causstik Rahn"] l [member="Ra'a'mah"]



​The forces under the Dominion banner manifested, as if a mist-drench veil dropped, like ghostly apparitions bent on haunting my living forces. The clash between the two groups turned brutal and bloody, with limbs and other body parts adding meaty props to Irn's theatrical stage. Giant lizards, fierce and trained, began pushing my small contingency back; until I rallied them when I stepped into the role of villain. The deaths, the cries of pain, and the smell of that sweet, rich iron blood flowed through my center being; reshaping and twisting me further into the Dark Side. Drawing my Sith Whip from my sash, I uncoiled the metal, alchemized serpent with one hand thrusting the other out in front of me.

​Channeling my Dark Side energy, I began to pour my dark emotions into the black cauldron which is my soul; mixing the two like a witches brew. The blackened tips of my fingers began to undertake a blueish hue, followed first by a barely audible whisper that grew momentum as the energy began to dance across the tips. When the burning sensation in my fingers elevated my feeling of pain, I unleashed a jagged torrent of Sith Lightening into a group of lizardmen. The product I created in the form of this Dark Side ability was not as potent as the Legendary Sith Lords conjured; but the attack I unleashed served it's purpose. Distraction.

​The element of surprise was all that I required, and it was the tongue of my whip that they failed to see that cut through their bodies; turning giants into two-piece midgets. One simple act, heroic or villainous, could swing the momentum in any battle; regardless who possessed the thinking they were fighting for the just cause. My soldiers howled as they found new faith in killing the enemy.

​As if it was a written rule of battle, leaders of the opposing forces where destined to pair off; weaving a tale of success or failure from the lips of those that served under them. So I watched the leader charge me, first upright then down into a raging animal, then to my amusement he went airborne using a jetpack. I observed him as he drew closer and closer. Just as he was a few feet from sudden impact, I smiled and rolled to my left; changing his target from me to the one who thought she could escape my notice whilst she crept up behind me. I had the Force to alert me to danger which I did not require, but it was my natural instincts from spending my entire life fighting to the death in the pits on Nal Hutta that bred instincts in me that could not be taught; only learned through the trials of survival. I was an apex predator, and this apex predator had moved out of harm's way pitting two allies on a collision course of great magnitude.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Nearing Dominion Outpost Sarus
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Judas Foster"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"]
Enemies: The Primeval. You know who you are.

The closer drew to Outpost Sarus the stronger the wrongness became. There could be no mistaking it. It wasn't just darkness of the usual sort. There was something especially wrong about it.

A Sith Lord was Dark in their aspect but they had focus and purpose. Next to a Sith this was like running your own tongue on the edge of a blade. For no other reason than to show your machismo. There was no sense or meaning to any of it.

He switched on the encrypted channel back to the Acerbitas over nearby Irn. Even if someone managed to pick up the garbled noise they'd have a hell of a time unscrambling it. It was possible but it would take time. By then the hammer would've fallen.

"Cedric Grayson, this is Dune Rhur," he sent "I have entered the Rift. You misgivings were correct. There is a disturbance here like what we felt on Gravlex Med. It's the cultists, the Primeval. I suggest maximum force to be applied, Arch-Lord."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Running
Objective: Find Satia
Allies: [member="Satia"] [member="Lethia Morow"] , Primeval.
Enemies: Dominion. [member="Causstik Rahn"] @Ra'a'mah

Krest had made it down just in time to see his acolyte charge into battle, and a bemused smile formed on his lips. Lightning? She was learning quick, though soon to be outnumbered. The lizard folk were strong, but she held her own rather well. The elder man made his way across the field behind her with his sword in hand, the plasma edge burning in it's red glow. He wasn't close enough to fight just yet, but he'd be seen by all those around. Or at least felt. A Sith Lord had come.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Krest"], [member="Satia"], [member="Lethia Morow"], [member="Causstik Rahn"],


As Krest moved closer towards his apprentice and the foes she was fighting a voice would suddenly drone out somewhere close behind him,

"So this is how you have put my gifts to use?"

He would probably be able to tell who it was fairly quickly, unless he forgotten about the being who taught him how to handle his sabers and swords,

"All this knowledge and talent, yet you become one of these sniveling Sith pig-dogs suckling on the teat of dark sorcery hoping it will feed you great power, yet if you only had patience, greater power still would be found in Light."

The next words came from a different angle, the being clearly moving about in the area,

"Or in different sources still."

The being would finally reveal itself as HK dropped his cloak, laying across a convenient nearby elongated stone like a sofa, lounging on it as he looked and scanned over Krest,

"I have been warned when I took you in first, that one of your race would tend to stray towards the Dark, I told them such notion was racist, thanks for proving me right you butt-face."

The machine quipped, there would be a collection of weapons that Krest would probably be able to recognize from old Abregado armory, but HK was clad in a new organic looking armor that would be new to the Zabrak, if he could tell Vong tech apart, this was some sort of a Vong biot.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Sarnus, Chiloon Rift - Dominion Primeval Outpost
Objective: Kill
Allies: Primeval - [member="Aria Vale"]
Enemies: Dominion - [member="Judas Foster"] | [member="Teresa Shan"]
Gear: Lightsaber | Armor

Completely oblivious to her Master's mental 'Am I, Am I Not?' flip flop, Vaylin was having the time of her life right now.

She had practically glided in when Aria had taken down the entrance. Her sights immediately set on the the closest bunch of the station's personnel. She draw her lightsaber and ignited its blade in one swift motion, thrusting it through the back of a man. The rest of the pack let out a scream of terror as if they just realised their hunter was right there.

Did they not hear the alarm going off? Even she knew that meant to run.

But she'd always be faster. Leaping and dashing after each one as they tried to flee. They even ran in the same direction. Was that because they were panicking, or were they just stupid?

If only they put up an actual fight...

There was only so much thrill she could get chasing down the fodder. It did occur to her though, that there should be some guards present. Vaylin could hear it, the sounds of guns going off only to promptly be followed with either a deathly scream and the sound of a lightsaber, or just the latter.

Vaylin let out a huff. Sounds like Master is having all the fun.

That didn't last too long though, as Vaylin soon found her own little bit of it when she found herself up on the upper level of the building. It was another bit of fodder, but this one was actually able to evade her. Well right up until she got cornered and was being backed towards the balcony.

"Oh come on, come over here. I promise I don't bite." She said as she stalked, lightsaber in hand. "Have you ever had a blade through the heart? It's painless I assure you." But for whatever reason, the person kept trying to make more distance between them. That was until they were only inches away from the railing, when Vaylin darted fowards. The person let out a scream, clenching their eyes shut waiting for the death blow. It didn't come, Vaylin didn't strike and merely stood close by. Then they opened their eyes, only for Vaylin to promptly slash her saber against the floor, sending spark into their face. They stumbled back in surprise, and fell over the railing to their demise.

That honestly wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would b-

Her thought was interrupted as a blaster bolt went soaring over her head, Vaylin ducking her head out of the way. She spun around excitement clearly written on face, until she realised it was only one guard.

"Seriously?" He fired, she blocked it. "You couldn't have brought a friend?" Another shot, another block. "Did my Master actually kill all the other guards already?" The third instance of blocking she was fed up and reached out with her free hand to pull him with the Force. He only budged, somehow. "Get..." She shifted slightly, settling her feet firmly to the floor. "Over here!" The guard went flying towards her that time. As he neared Vaylin dropped to her knees and sent her blade into an upwards slash, bisecting the guard as he tumbled over the balcony.

Vaylin felt a sense of dissappointment. Sure she enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, but she was missing the challenge of it. Slaughtering these lot were not that.

As Vaylin made her way back downstairs - aiming to reunite with Aria, she felt it. There was something coming...somethings maybe? She caught sight of Aria when she waved her over. She was immediately at her Master's side, eyes firmly fixed on the outside where troopers were disembarking a ship.

"Indeed we do."

The real prey was finally beginning to arrive.

 

[Alyson Halle]

Location: In the Atmosphere above Irn
Objective: Stop the murders
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Primevil - [member="Lethia Morow"]

The Dropships dropped through swirling white clouds, it was nice and sunny now, with only a few scattered clouds, but intense thunderstorms were expected later in the day, the clouds were obvious on the horizon, large black clouds sitting on the horizon. In the opposite direction flowed the thick smoke clouds emerging from the burning clouds. You could see it from high up, the many towns burning. Many died, it was a tragedy, Alyson had no clue why they were doing this, who could sink so low as to kill thousands of innocents in such a way. No mercy, no warning, no war, just death for deaths sake. These were war criminials, those who were responsible. It was Alysons job to bring them to justice.

The men were in a strang position, times were changing. Increased industrialization has left the old fashioned sword mostly obselete, and this has brought some sudden changes in military strategy and extreme changes in weapons technology. Now most of the men were equipped with fully automatic assault rifles, slugthowers reminiscent of an era long passed to most species. They had been given basic armor by the dominion until Merides could develop their own armor that suited their tastes, but that would be down the road quite a ways, so for now they used basic armors provided by the dominion, the Zevronce-class Peacekeeper Armor until they could produce their own armor that fitted their needs. Alyson did not trust the advanced technology but the dominion insisted so she obliged them, she felt it would stab them in the back, it took a lot of effort for military

Orbital imagery of the site had shown the combatants there. They were able to determine generalizations of their numbers, but there was a much more important insight they gained from orbital imagery, the force was there one orbit, and gone the next. No sign of them anywhere nearby. Something was going on here but they couldn't determine what yet, they would have to be mindful that there might be some sort of trap. Alyson compensated by getting high powered scanners from dropship. They would try to figure out where the missing soldiers are, and try to gain some insight into their tactics. Alyson would not go to the town though, she had to find the one who ordered this. She could sense them from up there, the dark followed them like a sick dog follows its owner, she had to stop this.

The dropships set down right outside the town, dust was kicking up as the ships landed, the grass was pushed down as the sky started to darken significantly, the rains would put out the fires, but that was not certain. Alyson remained on the ship, she had a bigger fish to fry, she felt it, she felt that person, that monster, the one who ordered this atrocity, they needed to be stopped, that was certain, she had to make things right, one way or another.

The soldiers made their way into the town, it was burning, they saw mangled corpses, cut open bodies, bodies on stakes, body piles on fire, this was a war crime, these men had to be stopped, and fast. They still remembered their orders, some men had been given scanners and began scanning everything, nothing came up at first as they scanned the bodies and buildings on the edge of town. the scanning continued for a bit before some turned something up from the bodies.

"What did you find?

"Some foreign matter inside the corpses."

The body had been haphazardly cut open and something had been inserted inside of it, which was revealed on the scanners.

"Dont touch it and get away."

"Aye"

They put out a bulletin saying not to mess with the bodies but with a bang they knew it was too late for one group, 10 soldiers died in that bomb, cutting their numbers significantly, but they would continue one without them. This was a horrible way to kill a few men. Whoever these The men began to make their way towards the center of town, meeting up in the center. There they saw the children, tied up in the center. Some tried to run forward but their commanders stopped them. They saw what many of the recruits didnt. This was an ambush. The men took cover preparing for the trap to be triggered, they knew it was there, this was quite obvious, they took cover, and prepared themselves for any triggering of the trap

"Halt, i have a bad feeling about this, prepare yourself for the worst" The Commander said

"Carlson, you go first"

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Alyson was now alone in her dropship, it was rather quiet, Alyson used the time to meditate on what would happen over the next few minutes, she meditated on all that had come before, all that would come in the future, she meditated on all those she had met during the past few years, her friends, her allies, all those she cared for back home. So much had changed in but a single year, so much had changed in this time, she did not know what her goals were anymore, what her people wanted. She did not know what the future would hold. All she knew was that so far, she had done a pretty good job caring for her people, that was for certain. She knew her place now, she had not known before, but during her meditation, she realized it, her place was with the Dominion. Truly and surly, she knew now, it was her home, the home of her people as well.

The dropship arrived in the field, the same one in which her foe was in. The rain had begun sprinkling down, soon a storm would come, it set, kicking up the grass as it landed. It was quite graceful, the pilot was perfect in its delivery. The ramp at the back opened up, revealing Alyson standing at the end. She walked down the ramp in her full Jedi Lord Armor, putting up her hood as the rain started to fall, despite the helmet. She had a new weapon, she had worked hard to restore The Lord's lightsaber, but she still had no clue what special features it had if any, to her it was just a generic lightsaber. She didn't fully trust it however, so she kept a phrik blade on her just in case things went wrong she also carried a semi-automatic slugthrower pistol just in case she has to survive in the wilderness, but she refused to use it in combat, honor was important, even if the enemy showed none before hand, as long as they were honorable in combat, she would reciprocate.

She stepped off the ship, which she ordered away, she did not send it back to the ship, it was only in a holding pattern above the battle site, she still wanted a ride back if things went badly, but having it sitting there would be dishonorable.

She moved towards the figure standing in the center of the field, and shouted over to it.

"Why have you done this! What reason could you have to kill those innocents like that!" She said.

The skies had opened up more now, not a full on storm yet, but it was beginning to rain harder than before, the full storm had almost arrived.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: Sarnus, Chiloon Rift
Allies: The Dominion
Foes: The Primeval - [member="Aria Vale"], [member="Vaylin"]
Gear: See signature.

Heart pounded. Breath quickened. Feet churned the dirt beneath them.

The charge was on.

Sirens wailed from the forward fueling facility. Dozens of Chazrach and warriors sprinted for it, snarling in almost perfect unison. Their growls and guttural war cries were more than enough to give Judas those spine-tingling chills of oh-so great glory to come. It was the kind of hair raising feeling that one got when you knew you were about to win, when victory was only just a few inches away and you needed to meet it all the way. There was no time for hesitation, no time to reflect on what was happening. Only time for the here and now - nothing else in the galaxy was more important than the present moment. The past and the future could present their case in turn but would always bow to the true victor.

"Fas, guvvuk!" Judas exclaimed. Move faster.

Speed and ferocity were the only things that counted here.

Even meters away, he could nearly smell the stench of darkness emanating from the facility. Death hung thick in the air like a bad joke and the telltale sirens and shouts of counter-attacking guards were just as apparent. It didn't seem like they'd expected any assistance either, which led to a mass confusion when several of them noticed the extragalactic warriors charging their position with a great quickness.

Such confusion was ended swiftly, via several uncanny swings of an amphistaff.

Judas mentally shrugged. He had indeed told the warriors to slay any that were not of their own kind.

But the charge kept up, until something flickered in the corner of his vision. Two figures, along with several bodies that surrounded them. It couldn't have been the Galactic Girl Scouts, could it?

Sword and shield brandished, he made a beeline straight for them. Blood thumped in his temple, adrenaline flooded into his veins.

Whoever they were, they were going to perish.

 

[Darth Ferus]

What was once a run slowed to a stop as the Zabrak listened to the voice speaking to him. It took a moment for him to recognize the robotic voice, but when he did a smile formed over his lips. [member="HK-36"] . Oh, how long it had been since Krest and he had last spoke. "Ah, my friend, you have changed quite a bit! Vong?" It wasn't hard to tell it was Vong. So much in Krest's life spoke with the Force that the fact he was staring at the droid and feeling nothing was a clear sign. Well, it was that or void stone. Or Ysalamir. There was a startling number of anti force items cropping up in the galaxy as of late.

The red edge of the unique sword shut down as he placed the blade onto his shoulder. "How have you been after all this time? It's been almost decades! Well, for me at least." Krest had only smiled as the droid had spoke, more or less agreeing with him. Not that he'd say that out loud.

[member="Satia"] @Others

 

[Riamah]

Ra fully anticipated [member="Satia"] would sense her and attempt to evade her attack. Watching both the movements of the Trandosian and the woman, Ra moved with her target and slide her own left close to the ground.

Moving almost like a domestic cat gone feral, Ra deftly sliced at the woman's exposed back with one knife and stabbed downward with the other. It was unlikely Satia could evade this blow.

Her eyes taking on a glowing golden hue in the heat of the battle, feeling the Force flowing around them, Ra allowed it to guide her movements. Her already preternatural speed enhanced, Ra could see and feel everything going on around her.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik Rahn went sailing through the air like a fiery comet. But, the woman was quicker than expected. She sidestepped his attack and Causstik cursed. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Chit![/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] He spotted Ra just behind [member="Satia"] a moment too late. But, Ra was quick and managed to dodge Causstik as well. Causstik cut the flow of fuel from his jetpacks. He bounced once, twice, then used a arm and his legs to steady himself, landing in a hikers position. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A group of cultist thought to take advantage of the War Chief’s momentary loss of balance and Causstik was sure to show them no mercy when he dispatched them. The group of five rushed forward. Still slightly bent Causstik fired a napalm missile from his jetpack into the crowd of rushing warriors. Causstik’s tongue flicked the air and he tasted burning flesh on the wind. Two Cultist were in the midst of stamping out the flames when Causstik approached. Causstik stabbed one in the gut and yanked violently as a fountain of blood shot out of the man’s mouth. Causstiks hand came free with a bowl full of entrails and fluids. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik hung the length of intestines around his neck. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]More Trophies for the Scorekeeper! [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]His thoughts were chaotic, sporadic, crazed. The other cultist had stopped trying to put the flames out and was charging Causstik. The War Chief raised his shotgun and blasted the man in half. The upper half of the cultist body landed on the ground with a wet sloppy thud. “Mmmm….” Causstik growled at the sight of raw fresh meat. He walked to the man’s corpse and beheaded it with rabid, angry swings from his Vibro-machete. He picked the head up and put it on his shoulder spike. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He was preparing to charge the young witch once more when he spied another of the red saber wielding foes. He was directly in Causstik’s path... [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Kill him… Bring me his scalp.. Turn his organs to jelly and grind his bones to dust… Yes… Kill him slowly. Make him suffer! [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Causstik listened intently to the Scorekeeper’s voice and knew what he had to do. Kill the mystics. Both of them would boost his jagganath points greatly. Then a droid appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Causstik knew this droid. It was the one who had zeroed his score points almost two years ago now. He would not let this droid steal another of his trophies… Causstik ran forward as fast as he could and vaulted high into the air. He brought his Machete above his head and prepared to bring it down upon the Sith lord as he landed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“DIE!!!” [/SIZE]

@Ra'a'mah
[member="Krest"]
[member="HK-36"]

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Enroute to Sarnus, Chiloon Rift-Primeval Outpost
Objective: Murder and Mayhem (maybe even make a friend or two)
Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Vaylin"] Primeval and TSA allies
Enemies: [member="Judas Foster"] [member="Teresa Shan"] Dominion and allies
Intended Opponent: [member="Rakieh Atur"]

Open warfare...........the best place to make an impact, make a few contacts, and maybe even find one or two people of a like minded variety. He was not familiar with the players or even the territory in question. All he knew was a series of burst transmission from freighters and other civilian ships who got the heck out of dodge when the fighting started.

Luckily Soryn had only been a system away when the warning went out. The smart thing to have done would have been to turn around and ghost. Instead Soryn turned towards the location being warned against. The space above the Rift was getting dicey at best. Lucky for Soryn the pilot had more balls than brains. Soryn had no illusions about making it through the fighting without taking a hit or two.

That most important part would be to make it to the surface in one piece otherwise it was a wasted trip. Soryn himself sat in his seat his twin blades in hand cleaning and sharpening them. Once again they would taste blood possibly even more blood than they had ever tasted before. Soryn could only hope.

 

[4ND-R0]

Location: Aboard the Acerbitas, Chiloon Rift
Allies: All Dominion Operatives ([member="Cedric Grayson"])
Enemies: The Primeval and its agents

Honos stared out into the black void of space, contemplating on the Force around him, especially with the newcomer ship. He had sensed darkness from it, yet had remained onboard. The routine removal of the pirates in the rift was little more than placing poison in a nest of rats. These newcomers? They presented something worth a challenge. Yet, he remained unless the Archlord expressed due calling. But old urges were getting the better of him. He turned and walked to where his Lord was currently occupied, and kneeled before him like an obedient knight to his king.

“Archlord. Forgive my intrusion, but it seems I could be of use to our brothers and sisters out in the field.” He said in an almost too calm voice, “These others reek of obscene darkness to me in the Force. I wish to purge their uncleanliness.”

To him, although he had not yet been face to face with one of these darksiders opposing the Archlord and the Dominion, they were simply another breed of falsifiers and heretics to wipe clean from the Galaxy. This was the mission the Imperium had conditioned to follow, and would do so until his last breath was drawn. He need only the command of his Lord to do so. During the previous engagement he had fought under the Dominion's banner, he saw very little combat. Though not too devastated by this, he nonetheless had grown tired of being stagnant and confined to the bridge of a starship.

“You need only direct me to where you want my blade to fall upon.”He said behind the blank, ebony face of his helmet.

There were forces deployed both to two different areas, as far as he knew. There was closest him, Irn below the Acerbitas. Yet, he had listened to some of the chatter coming in about Dominion agents heading to Sarnus. Either way, he sought out the glory of battle against the heretics this day at any cost.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Krest"],

"Well for one thing I managed to find a shaper of Vong biots willing to make deals with me, learned quite a myriad of new tricks along with it,"

HK answered all the while combat raged on around them apparently and Causstik was about to attack Krest,

"But the business has been good with the One Sith downfall and war between the Alliance and First Order brewing, but you know how it is, one battle ends and I have hardly any time in my forges or academies- the Trandoschan is about to attack you by the way- before I am summoned for another one. I will be moving my assets into space, make them mobile, it will extend my range of operations."

The droid explained as he also warned Krest of [member="Causstik Rahn"], still laying on that convenient piece of rubble without moving,

"Causstik!"

He called out to the Trandoschan,

"Stop thinking like an idiot! The man is a cyborg, blades are not an effective weapon! I would say fight him like a droid but I have literally never seen you do well against droids!"

Perhaps the droid was going to go through the whole rebellion without actually fighting anyone but only slinging insults around,


Either way, he turned his attention back to Krest,

"I am here to give you one last chance, Krest, I know how you supported the Sith on Atrisia, and your sway towards the Dark. Forsaken them and turn yourself in to me for one last chance of redemption or I swear to Machine God, I will break you and see the life escape from your body on this day."