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

[Drox Fuga]

Objective: Reinforce the void between the Rift and Irn
Location: Stratigic Sector Space Command (1st Sector Army)
Allies:[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Yula Knezevic"]
Enemy: Primeval

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[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XE4BxPwu4zI[/video]

Drox had moved his small fleet to the newly found Strategic Command for the sector. Being the Lord Protectorate he would take command of the near by fleets and as such communication between the Dominion Armies would keep the Dominion on top of this sorry excuse of retaliation from the natives. Drox stood on the bridge of his Flagship, the Anaxes, looking into the deepness of space, he could see the distant combat that were happening across the sector. He and his Army were getting regular updates about the combat that were raging on the fronts as they were happening. With the stalling and fighting that his commercials were fighting with, Drox was able to rally what was currently available of the newly formed 10th Sector Army. Though newly formed, the troops available were only 3 Planetary Legions strong and a minimal Fleet. Most of what were to be used as the 10th Sector Armies Fleet was with Flight Commander [member="Yula Knezevic"] and the majority of the Dominion Military on Irn. He had yet to hear from the Chillon Rift Dominion Forces as Director [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] had gone radio silent for some time.

He was to move the Army to the Chiloon Rift as to support what was left of the Dominion Presence since he had heard little from the front lines over there. The Army was ready to move.

Drox turned to his commanders who were hovering around a map of the sector of space that they were to relay commands. Instead of relaying orders to these commanders he pressed a button on the base of the table. He opened a communication between him and the Archlord, [member="Cedric Grayson"]. "Archlord," As soon as those words escaped the Protectorates mouth, all commotion on the bridge of the Battlecruiser stopped and only the sound of previously running people panting could be heard, "The sector Command Center has been set up and reinforcement are on their way to Chiloon Rift, do you require assistance before I move the last of the ground support to the Rift."

 

[TB-705]

An unmarked, cloaked shuttle slipped through the void toward the massive five kilometer long ship dominating the asteroid-cluttered Rift. The enormous vessel's transponder broadcasted an identity to those who did not know it by sight: the Acerbitas.

A ship which by all rights should belong to the heirs to the Sith Empire, not these Atrisian upstarts, thought Thengil dourly as he glared through the viewport at the steadily growing shape of the dreadnaught.

Swift and silent, the shuttle maneuvered toward the hangar bay of the flagship. Ri'shajirr drew out his commlink and prepared to send out an encrypted ping. When all were in place, the plan would spring.

His warriors waited in the troop bay, eager for blood and spoils, for vengeance against a galaxy that had consigned them to a fate of slavery. With but a little prodding they would happily slake their thirst on any who contributed to their oppression. Thengil played with fire. Best not to get burned.

[member="Judas Foster"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Abraxas"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak could feel [member="Causstik Rahn"] 's blood rage before he heard the giant reptilian man. A leap in the air was a powerful move, but one that when seen could be easily avoided, and the Sith did just that. With a quick step to the side he moved out of the machete's path, and the red edge of his sword came to life. Mercilessly he swung the blade with both hands for Causstik, as [member="HK-36"] called him, intending to cleave him in two and be done with him.

Of course, he wasn't so rude to not answer his old friend while doing so. "My friend, you and I both know we cannot simply abandon our paths now. Do what you must, but understand I have no intention of breaking today!"

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Allies: The Dominion, my battle bruvas
Location: The Acerbitas' meditation chamber
Objective: Give orders, speeches, and battle-meditation
Enemies: The Primeval

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGNxebZXOxA​

Cedric's mind called to those he might have called allies. It stretched beyond the humble accommodations of his meditation sphere to the depths of the Chiloon Rift. Left to his own devices, the young Archlord's efforts had gone entirely unmolested. His thoughts reached out to the gathering dark spirits somewhat near Bartic and Zaz. It was here that he recognized the great threat: the head of the beast as it were. A comm signal was opened up to [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], [member="Dune Rhur"], and [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"].

"I have pinpointed the source of this chaos. Master Rhur's assessment has confirmed my theory. This is a force belonging to the brood of the Arch-Enemy. It must be purged for the sake of the Dominion and the greater galaxy. I am transmitting the location of this source to your starmap now. Move upon it immediately, and wipe them out."

With that, his mind was recalled. Though the effort was taxing, such exertions were made bearable by the power of the meditation sphere. It gave him a focus no mortal could accomplish of their own ken, and such focus would be put to good use.

"Lord Strakh," Cedric offered his faithful guard a smile, "Take a force to the Chiloon Rift. I have word of the enemy cropping up along Irn - villages have burned - but we have that handled. Our warriors in the Rift will have need of you. It is there that the head of the snake whispers its false promises."

Gray eyes flickered upward to stare into the lord's faceplate. "Bring me that head [member="Honos Strakh"], and you'll be stopping a war before it has the proper chance to even begin."

The breaching of the blockade was sent as a simple notice to Cedric - it was something he had expected. Orders needed not be given. One of the numerous patrolling flights of advanced Tie Interceptors would swoop down into the planet's atmosphere. They would await no word from the trespasser; warning had already been issued. No, this rogue vessel would receive the full might of the squadron and nothing more. Laser cannons would roar with the full intent of destroying [member="Kiran Vess"] and his vessel before it could ever touch the ground.

With that, Cedric toggled to the open comms. Most of the holonet relays here were firmly under the Dominion's control, and his voice would have little trouble reaching everywhere from Irn to the Rift's outer spheres. It was only the deepest parts of the Rift that would have difficulty.

"Enemies of the Dominion, you have come here to die," his voice was anything if not uncompromising. "You come as the might of the Dominion's military has gathered en masse. Those of you committing acts of terror on Irn will soon find yourselves surrounded. We control the very skies themselves, and the people of this world have seen the light of freedom: of rights, democracy, and tolerance. The more you murder, the more turn against your infantile cause. This extends to your forces in the Rift, which we already mobilize to face."

A pause.

"The Rift has known a new peace as of late, and those of you that see this conflict as a time of opportunity must see the bigger picture: the Dominion is the future. With us, you will thrive. With us, your children will live long, healthy lives. With us, you may know wealth and glory the likes of which you may have only dreamed of. With this cult and their followers, you only find slavery: pointless war in the name of gods that simply do not exist, the rape of your women, the slaughter of your families, and a regression of society that threatens to fall farther back than the dreaded Gulag Plague put us. For the moral man, the cults of the Primeval are repugnant dens of sin and misery. For the mindful man, they are uneducated narrow-minded cretins that would rather we all live in the age of stone and dogma rather than one of science and progress. For the man seeking fortune, know that you will not find it in the dens of savages, but within the heart of the Dominion."

Once more.

"For those of you still unconvinced; we offer you a choice. Surrender now, and you will be treated fairly. It is the only way to preserve your lives. This shall be your only chance: join the Dominion and witness the coming of a new age. Throw your lot in with the dregs of the galaxy, and meet your end by the blades of our righteous and holy sons."

"We may have taken the time to declare war on these cults, but giving a group of inbred false prophets any semblance of political recognition would be a great disservice to the diplomatic process. Surrender now, Primeval. Face judgement for your crimes with dignity, or we shall pull you screaming from your caves and hovels like the craven dogs you have proven yourselves to be."

With that, the feed would be cut short. Any further access to the holonet receives would be blocked off. There would be no further messages, save from the Archlord himself.

Breathing a heavy sigh, Cedric leaned back far into his chair. His eyes drifted shut, and his consciousness spread to the conflict on Irn. His presence reached out to linger as a hand upon the shoulder of the Dominion's warriors. From [member="Causstik Rahn"], to @Ra'a'mah, [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Yula Knezevic"], Owazza, Cedric's presence would linger as a moralizing force. He placed visions of grandeur and coming victory in the minds of his soldiers. In their minds' eye, they would be invincible.

At the same time, his presence would appear as that of a malignant god to [member="Satia"], [member="Lethia Morow"], [member="Krest"], and others that served the Primeval's cause on Irn. Feelings of unease and dread would likely spread throughout their legion. It was a subtle thing: the promise of coming doom and defeat at the hands of the Dominion's golden army.

This was the power of Cedric's battle meditation, a craft he had learned to hone since early childhood. His words spoken and his orders given, the Archlord put every fiber of his being into influencing the conflict on the planet below.

 

[Darth Arcis]

Darth Arcis rolled over in the grave.

Someone was toying with his old playthings. Battle meditation, the grandest flagship in the galaxy, and a lust for conquest. It was more than enough to bring the old man back to life.

But not really.

Whoever it was and whatever they were doing, they'd better damn well do it right.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Location: Sarnus, Chiloon Rift
Allies: [member="Judas Foster"]
Foes: The Primeval - [member="[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)]Aria Vale"][/COLOR], [member="[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)]Vaylin"][/COLOR]
Gear: Revan's Robes, Revans Lightsaber



She had gotten closer to the facility. Close enough now to even hear the sounds of people been slaughtered. There was one or two on the outside that hadn't been killed by blaster. This much she knew. It was the blow of a lightsaber. Her hand reached down to her own saber. The thick glove made the grip firm around the cilinder hilt. Stepping over the dead body the feeling of others felt strong from with inside. Her feet tredded lightly as she went further in till finally her eyes fell upon a few figures. One of them would be her target. She waited a moment assessing the situation, thinking of a plan. By the looks the male human was already advancing on the two girls. He was a good distraction enough for her presence mostly been unnoticed.

The purple blade ignighted as she began the rush from behind the two. As she ran only the tops of her feet would touch the floor leaning into the sprint. The blade would also trail behind till she reached the one on her left been the zebrack. Getting rid if the weak link would make dealing with the target easier. The only problem that presented it's self was if the target would be killed by the man. The purple blade would come across Teresa's chest held tight with both hands before coming down as a strike at the zebrack. She would follow up the strike with a jumping kick.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOhXM5L2H1M[/media]​

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik fell from the sky like a ton of rock. As he landed the dirt around him kicked up in the air. The Sith had sidestepped his attack at the droids warning. Causstik let out a low growl and raised his scattergun with his free hand and fired at the droid. But, a peculiar thing happened as he raised his weapon. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He not just heard the Scorekeeper. He [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]saw [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]her. She was [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]with [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]him. She was a Trandoshan of unparalleled beauty. Scales of diamond and eye’s like rubies. Draped in the finest furs of the most dangerous game. She hunted with a beautiful ebony bow laced with gold and as Causstik fired his scattergun she too released her bow right at HK. Her arrow flew faster than possible and Causstik was awe struck. The Scorekeeper would lead him to victory it was his destiny. “WITNESS ME SCOREKEEPER!” Causstik cried out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Scorekeeper turned towards the Sith and Causstik followed her motion just in time to raise his machete and block the Sith’s attack. His shotgun turned to the Sith this time and he pulled the trigger. CLICK CLACK BOW Smoke escaped the barrel as the incendiary rounds raced out of Causstiks weapon. Near point blank, almost a hundred flaming pellets. Causstik knew this man’s hide was his.[/SIZE]

[member="Krest"]
[member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Krest"],

HK always taught that Battle Meditation and similar powers were just made up nonsense the Jedi and other Force Users came up with to scare children for the sole reason that, as a droid, he never experienced it, still as Causstik aimed his scattergun at HK the droid slipped off the rock finally and rose up to his feet.

His hands moved in arcane gesture in front of him, motioning a square between the shotgun and his chest as Causstik pulled the trigger. HK manipulated one of the new Abregado Combat Shields to shift its focus to the motioned square, decrease its size to reinforce it.

BWMMMMM

There was the weird sound of pellets hitting the electromagnetic surface of the deflector, they were not deflected outward but slowed down by the shield, slipping past the protective energy layer to hit HK's organic looking armor, causing few dents in the duraplast and shark skin plates before falling to the ground with metallic clinking.

"For Force's sake, Causstik, for once I am on your side, we have been hired by the same people, you green in-bred ox-sucker!"

That was probably a lie, considering the part HK played on Atrisia for which Dominion apparently was seeking vengeance, although back then they were literally entirely Sith, granted those Sith died during the battle. You're welcome.

"You are strong in the Force, Krest."

The machine said as he stepped closer to Causstik and the Sith, seeing how easily Krest dodged the Trandoschan's attack, his cloak flapping softly on the wind, he did not move to attack just yet, he wanted to see how he was going to handle a more or less point blank scattergun shot, if Krest learned some sort of Force shield or barrier technique that could complicate things for HK, or make things much more messy at least.

"But I am beyond the Force."

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Obective: Help the fam do their thing
Enemies: TBD
Allies: [member="Boethiah"] | [member="Nick Imura"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Antherion"]
Forces:

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Godkillers (in Sig)
Alpha Company (In sig)
100 Hellstorm Heavy Assault Tanks
100 Icarus-Class Anti-Aircraft Tanks
the Behemoth
4 "AT-HSW" All Terran Heavy Support Walker
x12 "AT-FSW" All Terrain Fire Support Walker

Location: Space

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlSodSvo1Lg[/media]​

The manifest of the small bulk freighter was more dinted and dinged than not. It was pretty clear this old thing had seen more time than was good for it. The poor old bird was just chugging along, one step in front of the other. She had been booked weeks ago, cleared and verified to ownership by a Captain, Dex Ronab to ship a blatantly mundane thing in from Ord Mantel: Technology. He was an honest guy, and to be very frank, it was all as true as true could be. There was a man named Dex Ronab and he owned this bulk freighter, and for all he knew, he was just transporting some simple speeder parts to replace Irnfall. The money would even be used to pay for his daughter's knee surgery she badly needed to walk again after a horrible speeder accident by a DUI driver.

"This is the GR-75 Gangly Struts to ground control, we are coming in for a landing, just carrying routine speeder parts," he said, approaching from the northern pole of the planet. He had avoided all that traffic that composed the Forces of Boethiah and fam. "Submitting the basics details of the roster for your approval," he said with a half sigh, his fingers tapping on the console without much addu. Across the galaxy, trillions of trillions of these things happened every day, what was another simple freighter, after all?

"You are clear to go, Gangly Struts" said a voice through the comms, very uninerested, the poor guy had his own life to live too, and damn this stuff was boring, "Proceed, thank you for your co-operation."

"Thank you, Ground," Ronab said flipping the comms off. He eased the ship inward, going in for a very mundane descent to the planet.

Bellow, in the Hangar, Ardgal looked to the Godkillers, the only other beings on board, nodding his helmet towards them pleased. Even in the dark of this closed compartment, he could still see his trusted soldiers, even if he couldn't, they were almost like one family. He didn't have to see to know they were all giving a collective sigh of relief. Things were going exactly as planned.

"Stay frosty, vode," he encouraged them, "We are just getting started. Oya."

"Oya," came the whispered chorus of response.

Ardgal switched to an all open frequency, sending three quick taps. To anyone else it would just sound like random comm static. But to those who had hired him, they knew what it meant.

 

[Garza]

Objective: Get into a Fight.
Location: With an old buddy.
Allies: Primeval, [member="Ardgal Raxis"],
Enemies: Dominion

Why in the hell did I agree with this. After speaking to our worship, I made my way to the hanger. It was when I got a signal from a dear old friend of mine. Friend was used loosely here as the Mandalorians were not so great with us in general, but I trusted one man. Ardgal was someone who was willing to test the limits of what could be done. Taking a ship of my own, I headed out towards the man's signal. One way that I could keep up with him was to quite literally follow him. After being told what his plans were, My apprentice kept throwing question after question at me. It was here I told her to shut her mouth, and get in.

Taking an escape pod, I hit a few buttons to get us going, and launched us out. Taking over the controls, I flung my hands left and right and everywhere to try and get at this public transport. As the barricade was opening up for this ship, Ours rocketed past them. Sideswiping their ship and smashing into the ground with immense amounts of force. My head was ringing and my head hurt. My apprentice was not so great either. Trying to stand up as though she were drunk.

popping open the hatch, I reached for my com system that patched through to my little friend.

"You uh... might want to prepare to be fired on."

Looking around, I could already see troops rushing towards us, and a few ships trying to figure out what happened.

"And if you still want your friend alive, then get your ass down here. I got company that is not pleased with my entrance."

 

[NightSister]

LOCATION: Sarnus, outside the outpost
OBJECTIVE: Stabby stab stab
ALLIES: [member="Vaylin"], [member="Soryn Solimar"]
ENEMIES: [member="Judas Foster"], [member="Teresa Shan"] (nearby), [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Rakieh Atur"] (incoming)
MUSIC: Lemon Eyes

It was easy to sense they'd have a proper fight on their hands in a moment, and that was fine by her. The presence from the shuttle a distance away equally indicated the Dominion - even more of a fight - and that was fine by her too. Each life she had to cut down to make Sarnus belong to the Primeval again only raised the stakes, greatened the reward, made Aria that more determined that she would see to their victory.

"You know what to do," Aria said wryly, her gaze sweeping across the clearing - across the battlefield, now. "Try not to die."

Troops charged for the outpost - charged for them - and Aria swerved, slashing through the first soldier to come close with instinctive precision; the armour-clad figure crumbled almost gracefully as her blade skewered his heart. But she let Vaylin deal with the warriors for the most part. The girl was clearly enjoying the fight - enjoying it too much? Perhaps. It was what she needed for now, so she let concern for the Zabrak's bloodthirst take the backseat as she focused her attention on the soldier commanding the troops.

Force sense was quick to tug her attention to the armoured figure sprinting for the outpost with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. Another Darksider - powerful, as far as Aria could tell. What fun.

She let everything around her cease to exist. What wasn't an immediate danger to her or Vaylin faded out of her focus as her mind's eye mapped out the battle. The blood in her head pounded in time to the ceaseless footsteps of the warriors swarming the station, and she could feel the seconds going by, faster and faster. Tick. Tick. Tickticktick.

Aria summoned the Force again - a concentrated stream of energy, pushing in the other direction. The attack was without the power she'd need to further the distance between herself and the warrior, but ideally she could at least delay his approach. Warily, she diverted her gaze to Vaylin - another figure, armed and dressed like an assassin, was encroaching. Certainly Vaylin could take her.

Her attention was back on the soldier.

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1000 posts!

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Objective: Respond to blockade running
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: [member="Nick Imura"], [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

The bulk freighter would not be allowed to pass.

Ground control had been informed of the situation, and seeing as Irn was suffering numerous terrorist attacks that had resulted in the likely death of thousands, they had little reason to ignore their commanders in the Dominion fleet.

The lumbering vessel that sought access to Irn would receive little more than a coded negative. The message of this sector being a no-fly-zone had been made very clear over the comms, and any vessel on approach to Irn or the Rift was expected to turn around.

But this ship didn't; it kept coming.

Thus it was so that the Acerbitas turned her mighty guns on the lumbering giant that housed [member="Ardgal Raxis"] and his compatriots. A fraction of the vessel's heavy turbolasers heated, and as the vessel came close enough to pass, the star dreadnought opened fire.

The burst was powerful and controlled. It did not last long - only long enough to quite likely rip the bulky vessel apart before it could ever get into Irn's upper atmosphere.

The escape pods that came in on this supposed entrance might have gone entirely unnoticed, were it not for the dozens of advanced TIE Interceptors patrolling the skies below the blockade. They honed in on their targets, and while they may not have been quick enough to stop the various pods that would likely fall from landing, they could very well fire upon them as they flew overhead. The interceptors would do just that - with no competition in Irn's skies, they would go to work mopping up anything that may have landed. People walking out of the pods would find themselves fired upon, and it was likely that only a lucky few would escape the TIEs tracking.

The prospect of civilians casualties had been considered and deemed a highly unlikely. Any vessel coming in during a time such as this was anything but free of the violence.

This all could be avoided, of course, if the vessel had simply turned around, and left the general space all together after receiving the widely spread and repeating warning being transmitted across the system for all vessels to leave the area, lest they be fired upon for possibly housing terrorists.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Doom had begun to form in Krest's he- was that [member="Cedric Grayson"] ? Why couldn't his 'brother' just make up his mind and stick with a side for once? Now he was a Jedi again? Doom faded and annoyance filled the red mans mind. And now he's interfering in my battle? Who else wants to join in? Well, who else wanted to join in would have to wait, as the forced once again whispered it's warnings to the Zabrak.

Not that he needed the whispers. He watched the Trandoshan pull around his scattergun to the droid and displayed it's firepower. Literally. That wouldn't be a fun thing to see the business end of. Oh, he was going to see the business end of it. It wasn't a surprise when the barrel was pointed his way. He removed his right hand from the hilt of his blade while keeping the cybernetic hand pressing against the machete to grip the barrel of the gun and move it back towards [member="HK-36"] just as the trigger was pulled. Or at least, so he hoped. The sensation of burning flesh across his side signified it had been too late, but it wasn't enough pain to signify a deadly shot.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] would see the blue eyes of the Lord turn red as the pain from his singed side began to fuel his actions. With the same hand that would have moved the gun he would bring it back to the larger scaled foe and release a blast of the Force to knock Rahn back. Krest wasn't speaking anymore, but instead focusing. Causstik and HK seemed to have their problems, and to turn them against one another wouldn't be too difficult if it all played right. It would be better than trying to fight them both at the same time, that was for sure.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Sarnus, Chiloon Rift - Outside the outpost, about to go inside
Objective: Fight.
Allies: Primeval - [member="Aria Vale"] [Nearby] | [member="Soryn Solimar"] [Incoming]
Enemies: Dominion - [member="Judas Foster"] [Nearby] | [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Rakieh Atur"] [Incoming]
Engaging: [member="Teresa Shan"]
Gear: Lightsaber | Armor

"Understood." Vaylin's eyes were focused on the armored goliath, the man who she and her Master had sensed. He cut an imposing figure as he and his men charged about. She took immediate note of his armor and weapons, analyzing him. Heavy was the first thing that crossed her mind looking at him, his entire ensemble just screamed it, but then appearances could be decieving especially at a distance. When he seemed to finally sense them; shifting his charge towards them, Vaylin slipped into a stance ready to fight. But as he neared she felt something, aside from the power her radiated. Her Force senses; the ones inclined to her connection to creatures, were picking up something. It was if they were also approaching, right by the man's side.

His shield. Did it have creatures on it? Or in it even? Vaylin frowned. She was fairly certain her senses weren't wrong, but she couldn't work out what it was.

And she hated when she couldn't make sense of things. Snapping back into the focus, she briefly turned her attention to her Master. "We need to be wary of his shield, something isn't quite right about it."

Vaylin would've said more, but her senses picked up another dark presence angling from her right. She pivoted her body around, quickly flicked her still ignited blade up in time to block the incoming blow. She pushed herself back, ducking enough that Teresa's kick just about went over her head. Vaylin's feet skittered about as she made a bit of distance from her opponent, taking the moment to try and analyze her.

Couldn't physically hear her approach. Quick and quiet on her feet.

"Oh, would you look at that...A lil' maalraas has decided to fight." Vaylin showed a wicked, excitable grin. "Come then nighthunter, let's dance!" She slid into a stance, and began slowly stepping backwards, keeping her front towards Teresa as she moved their battle into the building.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Location: Primeval Rift space, approaching the Foundry
Allies: [member="Drox Fuga"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Judas Foster"] and the Dominion
Enemies: [member="Boethiah"] 'n' friends

Dune's fighter continued forward into the Rift under the cloak. He listened to [member="Cedric Grayson"]'s words over the open comm channel and knew the hammer was coming down. Switching to the encrypted channel brought him but one thing. Coordinates.

He adjusted course for the unidentified ship indicated. Somewhere off in the distance he could feel a huge outpouring of Light side energy. Dune smiled as he recognized what it had to be. Only the art of Battle Meditation could feel that way.

It didn't touch him in the same way it would those in and around Irn. But it made the Bith's heart glad. No Dark side minions would be unscathed by it's far reaching effects. It's too bad they won't feel it here so strongly, but, we have other means for them.

Sublight engines were gently spooled up as he sent his craft forward. The cloak was still up but he'd have to change that soon. Every scrap of maneuverability was going to be needed.

"Lord Protector Fuga, this is Dune Rhur. I'm pursuing an enemy ship. I will keep you apprised if I need any support."

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn felt the kick from his gun, but aside from the kick there was something else that moved the weapon. The Sith had grabbed hold of Causstik's shotgun and moved it to the side. Still Causstik saw blood well up along the Sith’s side and Causstik gave him a toothy grin. Causstik's tongue flicked through closed teeth and he tasted the Sith’s blood in the air. Then the Sith attempted to use the force to blow the Trandoshan away, but like his droid counterpart he was equipped to hunt force users. His armor was void stone encrusted and instead of going flying away it was as though a slight breeze rolled over him

The Scorekeeper stared down upon him with a gentle smile like that of a loving mother and Causstik roared again

“GRAAAGGGHHH!”

Causstik shoved the Sith’s blade from his own and swung again at the Sith with a side sweeping strike. If successful the attack would lop a large hunk of flesh from his enemy. The Scorekeeper hit the Sith with the bladed tip of her bow and as she did this she withdrew a small blade from her fur coat. She tossed it with her free hand without looking.

Causstik witnessed this and let his scattergun fall on its strap to his side. Causstik withdrew a thermal detonator and primed it. With a click of a thumb the Trandoshan set the timer to 2 seconds. He tossed it. 1 second. It landed at HK’s feet. 2 seconds. KABOOM!!!

[member="Krest"]
[member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Krest"], [member="Causstik Rahn"],


Actually there was a little surprise HK had in store for Causstik and Krest that he was going to keep for later on but seeing how the Trandoschan made a jump to thermal detonators the machine may have as well let them in on his new power. Seeing Causstik reach for his thermal detonator HK's hands contorted in arcane sigils, eldritch signs that shifted and moved his fingers in alien gestures as he cast his spell, powering up and changing the settings for his Grav Gloves. Good thing about holding his action and not attacking earlier was that he was more ready to defend himself, and take opportunity of moves like the one Causstik presented to him.

The Trandoschan tossed his thermal detonator and so did the droid extended one of his hands towards it in the weird gesture and suddenly the detonator slowed down in the air until it stopped so close between the Trandoschan and the Sith, just suspended in the air not even a foot or two away from the point where Causstik tossed it. HK held it there through invisible hold as one thing became clear,

Somehow HK managed to learn telekinesis.

And then, "KABOOM" indeed

 

[Darth Ferus]

The lack of movement from [member="Causstik Rahn"] gave way to another source of annoyance for the Zabrak. Void Stone. So he was unlucky enough to find himself against two force hunting fanatics with more than enough gear to limit his options. Fuck. The snap his of a second lightsaber filled the air as the Sith Sword was forced upwards as Krest pulled free the spare lightsaber he kept stored in his leg. With gritted teeth and the Force flowing through him he caught the side strike, but before he could do anything else the Force deafened him with it's warning.

A Thermal?

He jumped back as far as he could, ignoring the lizard and the droid to escape the death of burning flesh. The Force flowed through him as he did, enhancing his speed and strength to try. It was all for naught however, as the blast went off and he was sent soaring backwards covered in charred flesh. He hit the ground with an audible groan, his whole body burning with the white fire of pain.

But pain was his. Even with charred skin the Zabrak got to his feet. His lightsaber had been completely destroyed, but his sword was fine. With another hiss of annoyance he pulled the weapon up from the ground beside him, scanning to see where the others were. He already knew deep down that if the Trandoshon was launched back, [member="HK-36"] would be there waiting.

Fuck.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Location: The Acerbitas
Objective: Steal the Seed of Rage
Enemies: [The Dominion] [member="Abraxas"], [member="Vorian Adasca"], [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Allies: [The Primeval] [member="Lethia Morow"], [member="Moravian Zambrano"], [member="The Slave"], [member="Boethiah"]

Smoke curled up slightly from the whirring inner workings of the Seed, and Vesper, Antherion, whatever he chose to call himself -- he could feel it growing warmer in his hand. His veins pulsed with this heat, carrying the energy of the emotions of the inferno through every vein to every end of his body. It was the exhilaration of a teetering walk on the fine line between man of power, and mindless monstrosity. Perhaps to walk the line perfect was what these cultists would call 'god'.

No gods here, however. Only the Force.

He thrust the device outwards as a cadre of guards approach them, and their humanity was snuffed out like a candle being cast over an event horizon. He pursed his lips, watching them tear at their hair and one another's throats while the amplified radiation of the device funneled basest, inhuman instincts into their minds.

An idea occurred to him. Raising the other hand, he swept it to the side, and the men were drawn together, as if being pulled towards a center of gravity, a few holding desperately on to the floor or their last vestiges of humanity as they were wrenched into one another.

For a moment, they writhed, a suspended globe of moaning agony. Then, the gaps began to fill in with bubbling flesh. Eyes flowed into torsos, mouths expanded across limbs. There was a dull, wet sound as it fell to the floor, breathing in a unified, hissing chorus.

He pointed and the Child of Rage wrenched the door to the Hangar Bay from its hinges. No point in subtlety. The weapon was running at full capacity, he was pushing the point of what was sane or safe.

"Let there be chaos."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Irnfall
Objective: Arm the refugees
Gear: Lightsaber, armor
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Primeval

"Our fighter patrols are detecting some movements of refugees, general"

"Time is short, major. It won't be long until the enemy prepares to lay siege to Irnfall: we need to equip any refugees we can before the enemy comes"

"We have only about 400, maybe 500 spare rifles"

"That's better than nothing I guess"

The Tenth Sector Army comprised the 7th Starfighter Division under Yula's command, what reinforcements Jessica brought in tow, as well as all other ground forces present in the Rift as well as on Irn. While, of course, reports are coming in with [member="Owazza"] and [member="Causstik Rahn"] fighting the Primeval forces in the countryside, Jessica was watching as the first columns of refugees begin to enter the planetary capital, where the remaining reserves of weapons were stashed. Perhaps 2,000 from a few surrounding regions that may have been termed outer suburbs on other planets. Even so, 2,000 is still enough to cover a pretty wide swath of the surrounding regions from Irnfall. But because they did not ask for reinforcements, there was no point in making sorties: for what she knew, the enemy could be attempting to kill off the if they made a sortie, and yet, with a large column of refugees coming in, how far were the enemy ground forces from that column not to spot something that big? They had very little airpower, if any, and most of it was tied up by other elements.

"Anyone who can shoot blasters will be issued a weapon. Everyone else take cover inside building basements"

"I'd also reinforce the spaceport"

"Speaking of spaceport, the enemy will be likely to target the spaceport"

The Primeval might have gone around the galaxy destroying spaceports, but the destruction of spaceports usually achieved one thing: preventing the refugees from escaping or supplies from coming in. And yet, the brutality of the Primeval left no one indifferent among the refugees, picking up the guns from the twenty crates, each of which hold twenty RX-329s, as soon as the crates were open. Some of those effectively went to reinforce the spaceport from a Primeval incursion, with the roadblocks around the spaceport now being manned by double the men they used to prior to the arrival of the refugees.

Spoiler: Troop composition

Aircraft (stationed in Irnfall):

48 TIE Advanced X1s
24 TIE Reavers

Ground vehicles:

36 Zamboni minesweeping main battle tanks
12 T3-B anti-aircraft vehicles

Infantry:

2100 Dominion troopers
Gear:

• Zevronce Peacekeeper Armor
• RX-329 Blaster Rifle
• Assasin Sidearm (sidearm)
• Korriban heavy machineguns (3 for every 100 men)

400 armed citizenry
Gear: RX-329 Blaster Rifle

100 Dominion snipers
Gear:

• Zevronce Peacekeeper Armor
• Snips Sniper Blaster
• Assasin Sidearm (sidearm)

100 missile troopers
Gear:

• Zevronce Peacekeeper Armor
• MiniMan PTL missile launchers
• Assasin Sidearm (sidearm)