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We'll paint it red to fit right in (ACA Dominion of Zenith Prime)

Seto's movements blurred as he sprinted forward, another Chazrach approached him with its staff raised high. The Young Du Couteau felt offended by the lack of attention he was getting from the enemy, thus so Seto parried the attack overhead, sidestepped the creature's punch as it tried to regain its form to once more take another swing but instead was quickly skewered by Seto's sword before the Chazrach realized its fatal mistake. Choosing to fight alone.

The continuing battle floated ahead as the Hellfire Droids seemed to be at ease, comfortable shooting and killing the Vongese and their creations from afar. Even the few that dared to get closer only met a quicker death. Seto's eyes blinked twice before reacting to a nearby explosion, debris scattered as Seto jumped away, quickly trying to gather his surroundings. Shaking the dust off he quickly began to move ahead once more, not wishing to loose too much ground away from the other Obsidian Knights.

One of the Knights was currently engaging unto an actual Vong Warrior, Seto admired the effort. In actuality Seto now became more interested in to the Vong Warrior itself. The Knight began to fire at it with the Knight's own blaster. Seto moved quickly to intercept the Vong moving into its attacking position. A snap hiss and Seto had his training saber, its low blue hue sparked in front of Seto as he brought it up to block the Vong's attack. Seto pushed his block forward and jumped back to gain some distance away from the Vong warrior.

Seto turned to face the Knight who was shooting at it earlier, "The Vong is not like the Chazrach, their crabarmor are quite stronger and their combative abilities vastly outclasses their slave soldiers," Seto explained quickly. "Shadow my attacks with your blaster if you can, do not let up the pressure once I engage it," Seto added as he waited but a split second before charging back into the fight with the Vong.

The young Du Couteau decided to exchange his training saber with his sword. The length matched and it weighed nearly the same in Seto opinion. He had his sword raised high and swiftly slashed downward upon the Vong, he continued to slash downward to the left side and quickly slashed across and brought his sword to stab straight at the Vong's wrist. He needed to try and break the Vong's defenses before aiming at the joints.

[Member="Molly Rieux"]
 
[member="Raziel"]

Phade slid into the seat in the cockpit of Soldat. The old freighter wasn't a fighter craft, but it had guns and empty holds were almost as good as armor. He touched a few keys and closed and locked the cockpit from the rest of the ship, forming an airtight seal. He then descended into the atmosphere of Zenith Prime and angled for a marker on his heads up display. Word had passed through the grapevine that a group of Knights Obsidian were having some issues with the Vong warriors. Close air support was handling the planetary weapons and those strange organic things he had been told about in the briefing, so he and the line of secondary ships were called in to provide cover for other missions.

Phade cleared the lower burn layer of the atmosphere and leveled out, pointing his nose directly at the beacon for the Knights Obsidian commander. As he neared the combat area he leveled out and circled the battlesite at an altitude of four hundred feet. His scanners were able to pick out the individuals fighting down there.

"Dee Tee, charge the guns and prepare the cluster bombs. We'll make a first pass and drop the bombs to give the Knights some breathing room, then come around for a few more passes to chew them up with the guns." he spoke over the ships comlink. He heard the whistle reply that told him the old droid was getting to it.

After the second circle over the battle field, Phade turned and headed east, making a lazy open circle around until he was on the precise vector he wanted, right behind the lead elements of the Vong forces. That way the bombs would have maximum carnage among the Vong and were least likely to hit any allied forces. He brought Soldat in low, skimming treetops until right before he got over the Vong positions and hit the button that released the cluster bombs. He dragged the line of bombs clear across the battlefield before he pulled up. He banked around until he was coming in from over the Obsidian position and started cutting lines of plasma through the Vong forces first perpendicular to the Obsidian line, then again parallel to it.

At that point, it had started getting hard to cut between allied forces and Vong forces, so he banked again and made for where the transport ships had landed. He brought Soldat down at the edge closest to the Vong forces and made sure his guns had clear firing arcs.

"Dee Tee, I'm going to add in some blaster fire to help the Knights. Keep on the guns, if you see a Vong, I want plasma dead center in their chest. Do not hit any Knights." The droid whistled back as Phade got out of the cockpit and locked the door behind him. No use letting someone borrow his baby. He went to the loading ramp and grabbed the lone blaster rifle in the rack there. There was space for four others, but he had always figured owning more would just make him cooky instead of better protected. He did have a pair of blaster pistols attached to either thigh, in case he ran out of battery packs for the rifle.

Phade sauntered down the ramp, holding the rifle out to his side. Being only allied and not yet a part of the faction, he didn't want to risk getting shot by security forces. Once clear of the ship, he hit the button on his commlink to close and seal the ramp, pulled on helmet so he'd have a HUD and made for the Knight Obsidian line to offer some much needed plasma.
 
Raziel skidded to a halt and rolled into the trench which droids had hastily constructed behind their advance. Reloading his smart grenade launcher, he suddenly had to shield his eyes as a fighter scythed through the air overhead and dropped a line of ordnance that sent great plumes of dust into the air.

The ground was pockmarked with craters, several areas glowing orange from the energy that had been dumped into the area. The air wavered from the heat and was thick with dust. The constant thud thud thud of the artillery behind them was followed by more explosions ahead.

Through this all the Yuuzhan Vong forces came. Drawn out of their defences they charged the ACA lines. Even with crab armour, charging across a hundred metres of open ground was a deadly affair. The ground was quickly lined with corpses, but they charged on.

Several came at Raziel’s portion of the line. He felt a tremor of fear as he saw them bearing their teeth and shaking amphistaffs. And then he felt it. The Force seemed to … settle. Something had happened to restore the Force to its usual balance. He reached out tentatively with his senses and it responded. Raziel couldn’t resist a grin as two Warriors bored down on him. In a flash his twin sabers were in his hands and lit and he was on his feet. The Yuuzhan Vong immediately singled him out and charged, but Raziel met them head on.
Raziel skidded to a halt and rolled into the trench which droids had hastily constructed behind their advance. Reloading his smart grenade launcher, he suddenly had to shield his eyes as a fighter scythed through the air overhead and dropped a line of ordnance that sent great plumes of dust into the air.

The ground was pockmarked with craters, several areas glowing orange from the energy that had been dumped into the area. The air wavered from the heat and was thick with dust. The constant thud thud thud of the artillery behind them was followed by more explosions ahead.

Through this all the Yuuzhan Vong forces came. Drawn out of their defences they charged the ACA lines. Even with crab armour, charging across a hundred metres of open ground was a deadly affair. The ground was quickly lined with corpses, but they charged on.

Several came at Raziel’s portion of the line. He felt a tremor of fear as he saw them bearing their teeth and shaking amphistaffs. And then he felt it. The Force seemed to … settle. Something had happened to restore the Force to its usual balance. He reached out tentatively with his senses and it responded. Raziel couldn’t resist a grin as two Warriors bored down on him. In a flash his twin sabers were in his hands and lit and he was on his feet. The Yuuzhan Vong immediately singled him out and charged, but Raziel met them head on.

[member="Molly Rieux"]
[member="Vi'kas Mirtis"]
[member="Seto Du Couteau"]
[member="Darell Irani"]
[member="Ash Valente"]
[member="Percy Imura"]
 

Marek Starchaser

Guest
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Falling back, she could do that. Taking her blaster and making a few shots in the direction she wasn't running, she looked up to the droid. How silly was that? On Nar Shaddaa she didn't worry about anything, but here? This was a whole new game for her. She squealed out as a thud bug hit the wall near her and cowered a little bit. Shaking her head she was giving herself a mental pep talk. She could do this. She had to do this.

Standing up, she made a few more shots, taking out at least on Vong warrior. Her first combat kill.

It seemed like some of her peers, especially that [member="Seto Du Couteau"] knew a thing or two about combat. She kept firing, and felt completely better when the Hellfires came overhead. Now that they were in the open, she and the Hydra Droid ran for the ACA line. Safety and a chance to recollect herself. That was when the other craft came overhead, a Knight in a fighter? Maybe that was what she should be doing?

No, she needed to find @Raziel.

And try not to cry.
 
The amphistaff hissed and spat as it passed dangerously close to Raziel's forearm. The venom did nothing to the armor weave it splattered against. Raziel followed up, unleashing a flurry of blows that failed to find a chink in the crab armour, but pushed the warrior off balance.

Without pausing he twisted and turned away, before the second warrior could cut him down. Raziel had already seen how easily the organic staffs could cut through armour. His left saber caught the snake under the chin, pushing it out wide. This time he was more direct. As his danced into striking reach he leapt up. His right blade stabbed home through the front of the Vong's helmet. The creature barely grunted as it collapsed back.

Raziel ended up crouched over the creature's chest. He used his momentum to roll forwards, the amphistaff of his second opponent hissing inches away from his head. Coming back up he turned and held his ground, one saber held in a guarding position, the second back over his head.

The warrior barely looked at his fallen comrade before coming at Raziel, but this time it was more cautious in its attacks. It used it's range to stab and poke at the quick assassin, forcing Raziel to stay on his toes whilst denying him to chance to strike back.
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
‘What are we actually doing here?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well… Zenith Prime. Why this planet?’

‘Fully militarized world, a haven for the old guard.’

‘And?’

‘And… there are certain bunkers underneath the crust, one of them… interests me.’

‘You are kidding, right? What might there be that interests you?’

‘Keep faith, my friend.’

A single individual was currently standing on one of the hilltops that overlooked a secret valley, a secret for most people that weren’t all that familiar with the common dynamics of magics and the undercurrents, of course.

Finding things weren’t that much of a problem anymore for him, things had changed quite a lot for the old man since he had been a young block.

Anyone trying to take a look at him would find themselves unable to, in the manner that their eyes simply slipped away from his silhouette. Too boring, too much one with the environment around him.

So… ordinary.

There was nothing interesting about the Lord of the Fringe in this particular moment.
 

Corey's OOC

And where were the spiders
Objective: One.

This world held a lot of clout with the former Confederacy. It housed the Dread Guard. Pushing the throttle of his freighter, he made it below the flak cannons and pulled into an emergency landing. Aboard his vessel he had two Hydra War Droids, the 1.5 meter variants, loaded with Rippers and Reclaimer rifles. With him was Alana Flag, his assistant and sometimes assassin. She wasn’t trained by the Knights Obsidian, though she did work with them long enough to understand their tactics and armor. So, she’d help him out.

“All Techno Union representatives, please report in and head to Camp Tal’Verda when you arrive on planet. We are going to turn the situation around and reclaim this facility for the Union. Attempt to save the research, but if we can not, we at least save the facility and start over.”

He looked at Alana and nodded before opening the gangway of the ship. Time to get to work. They were a klick away from the camp.

Without thinking, he immediately reached out to the Force, hoping to find his friend, @Darrel Irani, or at least [member="Jared Ovmar"]. Additionally, he sent out a very quick burst transmission to the Tion Hegemony, knowing that such allies as [member="Danger Arceneau"], [member="Gerion Ardik"] and [member="Hion the Herglic"], possibly even his future squeeze [member="Sasha Santhe"] would find the world very useful for their endeavors, should it remain in Abrion hands.
 
Yuuzhan Vong. The source, once, for her hatred, and a facet of her that remained like a taint to dwell within her for the rest of her days. But she did not care about the little things, not anymore. She came to the Vong world not as an ambassador, not some peace-seeking lunatic, nor did she care what happened to a single soul on this force-forsaken world. The Abrion Corporate Alliance, or whatever they called themselves now, were but an afterthought to the Sith Lord. Certainly she wished to make some sort of alliance between them and the Sith on paper, but the presence of the faction looming over the Vong planet while taking hostile actions on the populace meant the Vong resisted rejoining the Alliance. It had been far too long since she had last stretched her legs in any significant way, and judging by the amount of death and destruction occurring on the field of battle it wasn't too far fetched to assume her presence killing the zealots herself would be at least partially welcome. So, as her boots pressed down against the soil with a crunch, Silara stepped out from the small starfighter she'd arrived on without much expression as to the situation. She was familiar with the Vong, both with their culture and the method that force users in the past had taken to 'sense' their presence.

The Vongsense. When she sat in the crown of thorns aboard her own personal Yuuzhan Vong warship she controlled an entire fleet, an armada, in much the same way the Yammosk did - only she also had their assistance on the same wavelength of thought that they operated. For one formerly so obsessed with the dark side and its trappings, she was quick to drop the force during the events transpiring within the Netherworld to expand upon her knowledge of vongsense. In reality, the ability was not unlike her method of controlling sithspawn - an ability gained through sith alchemy modeled after the very skill she now employed. Although she was not aboard a command ship to control several dozens of fighters as pieces on a chess board, here she could spread a web of awareness to understand where the Vong were, how far, and although it was no substitute for the force, it was by and large more advantageous to the blind woman than simply not knowing or trying. 'A pity the force would not be of much use here. I suppose lightning works just as well, however.' Came the musings of her mind. It was true, for all the mastery she possessed in the ancient Sith magics and her knack for being just one step ahead of even her former master none of it would matter with a species that remained dead to the force. Oddly, force lightning had retained its effects on the extragalactic species, but little else did. While she could work around this by acting on the environment and indirectly striking out against them, she preferred a more direct form of combat - lightsaber combat, even while blind, was much preferred to cowardly hurling large objects at a soldier.
 
[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Silara Kuhn"] [member="Phade"] [member="Ahra Martrey"]

For the first time, Raziel managed to illicit an emotional response from the Yuuzhan Vong. Unable to affect the creature's mind, or play any illusionary tricks on it, he had used the Force to throw up a cloud of dust in its path. It howled and spat curses after him.

As Raziel made a mental note to learn their language, he rolled to the side. He only went for the risky manoeuvre under the cover of the dust cloud.

Coming up behind the warrior he reached out with the Force and telekinetically yanked a large rock towards him. Seeing the object coming at him through the dust, the Vong swiped at it. Raziel moved in for the kill.

Both his sabers struck home, sliding up through a soft point between thorax and hip. His blades carried on up and through the creature's chest cavity, destroying it's insides in a flash.
 

Hira Mitsae

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
Beneath the ships on the surface of the world AA-installations were coming online for the fight that would soon be there, the soldiers envisioned glory on the battlefield, a chance to prove their worth to their superiors and generally everlasting increase of reputation which the stories had always told them there would be.

So it was sad to say that stories were just that, stories. And when the collective assault of the ACA fleet came raining down upon them, akin to fire sprawling out of the skies and lashing into the installations… that few were prepared to meet it.

Watch out for the research facilities.’ the businessman directed towards one of the soldiers with the easy air of someone who expected to be followed, even without clear clearance.

It didn’t seem as if Irani really cared about the human loss of the campaign, he was really only concerned with what those facilities held.
 

Sasha Santhe

Majority Share Holder, Santhe Corporation
Sasha worked pretty closely with [member="Darell Irani"] and [member="Marek Starchaser"] on multiple business ventures. Both were also long favorite guests to her estate a on Lianna, but she still felt a little strange going into a warzone with them. The last time she had been in a warzone she was just a girl, apprentice to the Empress of the Sith, It was still a dirty business. Sasha frowned a little bit as the shuttle shook from turbulence. She inhaled deeply as the shuttle continued on its course. It was a fast ship. the S90 MAAT had a reputation for being a fast transport. And it was a good thing too….

The anti-air guns started up as she approached the surface. Powerful quad batteries sputting spurts of lances of light into the air. Laser fire from the gunship returned blasting one of the batteries as the vessel arrived hovering just above the ground.

Sasha jumped out, blaster at the ready. She hated when she was Sasha Santhe. People didn’t know she was a Sith. Some knew she had some training but that was it, nothing that would allow her to show her full range of power. A contorted frown appeared on her face as she felt for the spot her lightsaber would have been years ago.

“What the actual hell Marek…” she said into a comlink. Easy job he said, not a problem, just a quick negotiation. And then lasers were shot at her. “Really?”


[member="Darell Irani"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"]
 

Corey's OOC

And where were the spiders
Marek was really thankful that his old codes allowed him access to the world. The AA guns were going to come in handy if any Blue Barracudas, Green Monkeys, Purple Parrots, Orange Iguanas, Silver Snakes or Red Ravens tried to get to the world. It was a fortress meant for one thing. Shredding invaders into little bitty dinky-doo dogfood pieces. It was a useful system, but he had the commands to make it turn off line, at least until the people on the inside were smart enough to make it open up.

Now he was on the world, safe, and reaching out with the Force, this was a military world and Marek, well, he wasn’t a soldier, even with Alana nearby and doing her thing, he still needed to be on top of his own mind. And that meant preparing for the worst, just in case. Who knew what was going to happen beyond the door in the Camp. He had some contacts in there that were pro-Techno Union and still knew that the Abrion Alliance could protect the world even in the new world here.

“Don’t tell me I don’t take you anywhere fun, darlin’. Transmitting coordinates, or do you need me to come pick you up?” Which meant wandering that way, but it seemed that most of the soldiers were inside, or off towards @Raziel. As he transmitted his location to [member="Sasha Santhe"], and to [member="Darell Irani"], though he wasn’t sure the other was going to meet them here, or if he was after some treasure trove.

Hunting treasure and looting the world could happen later. There were other things, credit-producing things, to go after right now.
 
[member="Silara Kuhn"]

The dust swirling around the pair, who had been locked in battle, dropped to the ground unceremoniously on a mental whim. Raziel stood there, tiny in comparison to the Yuuzhan Vong warrior, but holding his blades firm. The warrior squirmed and tried to fight back futilely, but he had moments left to live. Without to strength to hold up over a hundred and twenty kilos of Vong warrior and armour, he deactivated his blades and let the creature slump to the ground.

He looked back across the line. Yuuzhan Vong, now whipped up into a fervour were streaming out of the maze of Yorik coral they had erected. The tables were turning however. A smooth expanse of ground between the warriors and lines of soldiers and droids meant most of the Chazrach and many of the warriors were falling before they could reach hand-to-hand combat. Several Obsidian Knights were still locked in battle.

Raziel paused, feeling a tremor through the Force. Another extremely powerful Force user had entered the field of battle. He worked his way behind the Abrion lines to find the Sith Lord, [member="Silara Kuhn"], stepping down from her fighter. He was fairly familiar with most of the Obsidian Masters, and this woman was not among them. Before he could ask anything however, a terrifying crash reverberated across the landscape. The wily assassin looked up, to see a Rakamat crash out of the Vong defensive walls, crushing coral before it like paper.

"Oh feth," he grumbled.
 
Phade reached the battlefield as the Yuuzhon vong were coming out of the strange maze they had erected. He didn't know what it was, and didn't truly know what they were, but he was being paid to help, so he felt his connection to the force, at this point very tenuous, and saw where to place shots. He took a few bursts at each figure to emerge from the maze, stopping to go into a kneeling position about ten meters behind @Raziel. Whether or not he killed the creature didn't matter, he turned to the next and the next. Assaulting them all in turn and letting those more experienced in melee combat deal with that aspect.

Phade was starting to have fun with his target practice, until a shadow passed over head and he saw the Rakamat crash out...he rolled backward as pieces of coral flew out. A few of the smaller pieces were deflected off his armor, one cut through it on his arm. Cursing, he rolled back up to his knees and tried to focus once again on firing.
 

Sasha Santhe

Majority Share Holder, Santhe Corporation
“Nowhere fun,” she said looking around. Sasha sighed as the coordinates appeared before her. She frowned. She had to move on foot to reach [member="Marek Starchaser"]. She examined the situation and considered for a moment. The trees around the group rustled and swayed with the.. there was no breeze.

“Marek I need you to come to me…” she said pulling her blaster. Sasha ducked just before the ambush struck.

Vong tech. Yuck. Little bugs flew at her and she returned with blaster fire. Somehow it felt right using droids to fight the Vong. Sasha couldn’t explain the feeling. “We are pinned down, it was an ambush.”

[member="Darell Irani"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"]
 

Corey's OOC

And where were the spiders
Right, of course it was an ambush. Why would it not be an ambush? Marek shook his head. What the hell had gone on around Zenith Prime during the recent time to get everything to fall this far? Looking to his assistant-of-sorts, he nodded and signaled for her to stay here and guard the door. She was a fighter and could hold off forces that were trying to take the camp for themselves. Like them Vong mothers. He started off, at a decent clip, his pistol in hand, and orange-bladed lightsaber hanging from his belt.

Grabbing his comlink, he pulled up @Raziel. “Heading to pick up some friends. Can you do anything about attracting the fight away from the research facilities? Just in case?” Really, his walk from the ship to the door was easy, but there was going to be a fighting retreat coming up. He checked the direction he was heading, for [member="Sasha Santhe"] and kept going, sometimes wishing he was not as useless of a Force user as his family was. Still, he could do a whole lot without it.

Like find the woman he was after, in y’know, a few ways. As he made his way to her, he was reaching out in the Force, trying to touch her to get a feel for what he was coming into. Vong were… Vong were the most disgusting thing in the galaxy. But was he broke through the trees, he fired two shots with deafening cracks to take down one Vong before holstering the gun and activating his lightsaber. More for show, and to pull the Vong agro to him. That way he and Sasha could run. And get away.

Or hope for a conveniently timed [member="Darell Irani"] strafing run.

He swung the lightsaber to hit at a thudbug that was coming his way. Great, what was step two?
 
Raziel watched in horror as the beast lumbered forward. Great protrusions from its back launched streams of magma and rocks down on the Abrion front lines. No cover could protect the soldiers and droids from that assault. Their screams, and their dying emotions and thoughts, reverberated through Raziel's skull.

"We need air cover now!"

"I don't care what your margins for error are, just fire. We'll all be dead if you don't...damnit! Fire support say they can't legally fire on that thing so close to our own soldiers."

"Air cover is ten minutes away!"

A swarm of Hailfire droids buzzed around the Rakamat's head, there laser cannons glancing off the beast's armour. One of them made a suicide run at its head, but the air shimmered and swirled before it and it vanished into a singularity.

Raziel let out a deep long sigh, feeling every ache and pain from the battle so far.

"Any ideas?" he asked.

[member="Silara Kuhn"]
[member="Phade"]
 
[member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Sasha Santhe"] | [member="Vrag"]
[4/20]

Entering the system of Zenith Prime had been Darell Irani, but stepping foot on the soil of the planet was Darth Carach, Voice of the Dark Lord and a Sith in his own right, he would be followed by Vrag, a Hand of the Dark Lord. They were the presence of the Sith, a Vanguard that protected his interests.

So to speak.

It was a fact that the Abrion Corporate Alliance was a nation that either held sympathy for the Sith’s cause, or could be swayed to it, and as such it was an important portion of the bigger plan. To make sure the Republic was all-enclosed by enemies on all sides possible.

This help would be the first of hopefully a long-standing business arrangement.

Irani had entered the system on a lucrehulk, and it was from its transports that he had entered the field- with behind him an army of droids at his call. The Yuuzhan Vong… weren’t all too pleased about that, of course.

Carach had never been a big fan of the Vong, oh they were useful in their own right, of course. But sometimes they just… ticked him off good.

The droids would be set upon the ambush of the Yuuzhan Vong, taking them in the side and hopefully give both Santhe, Starchaser and their troops some breathing room. In the meanwhile Vrag and Carach would do damage to the additional troops coming to contest them.

Regular soldiers, Zenith Prime vets that had grown accustomed to being their own bosses.

The Sith Lord’s hand raised itself, joints angling in and out of arcanic shapes to beckon the currents of power. Sol had been able to create a gigantic field of death that evaporated everything in its path, without too much of a problem.

He still had a long way to go for that, so instead he created multiple small fields and then… palm facing the enemy he pushed.

Everything in front of the fields died.
 

Vrag

The Second Seal, broken.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptYX5cAcO0k


When the Sith show up, you know something — or someone — is going to get burnt to cinder, blown up, tortured, maimed and/or slaughtered. In the planetary invasion manual, none of those were mutually exclusive, and that's why Vrag hadn't thrown it out the window yet. It had clearly been written by someone who had a good grasp on what constitutes a quality, well-rounded destruction.

Despite all of that, however, the Hand of the Dark Lord liked to consider options that veered outside the realm of killing and butchery before she got on with the usual programme. Not that there was anything wrong with the usual programme, mind you, but sometimes one stood to gain far more by employing other means that resolving to dole out straight-forward annihilation (even though it was fun).

That's why she'd arrived not with droids, not even with troops, but with Yuuzhan Vong.

Yes, you read that quite right.

The Hand would not suffer her allies being mauled by some rogue offshot of her favorite invasion force, and she trusted that the legions of the One Sith were both better equipped and trained than the troublemakers on Zenith Prime. Wasting resources was not in her nature, however, and so the woman had decided to subdue the warriors of Yun'Yuuzhan in favor of simply cutting through their lines and turning them into a black smear upon the face of the planet.

Darth Carach would be left to deal with the humanoid defenders of the world — a task he would doubtlessly have little trouble with — while the Hand of the Dark Lord set upon the enemy Vong.

Her chitinous boots made little sound as she walked across the plains, the oggzil in her ear crackling with messages of her legions as well as those from the more… human of her allies; blessed be the marriage of organism and technology. Her forces would surround the ravine where most of the enemy was fighting, taking their places on the plateau as they readied for assault.

"Go," Vrag spoke into her organic commlink, the dead red eyes of the skull watching with no small amount of satisfaction as her Vong descended upon the unprepared enemy with zealous war-cries. The first attack was deceiving, however, as they weren't there to simply ground the opposing force to dust; they were there to find their Commander. And when they did… the Hand of the Dark Lord grinned behind her mask, caressing the hilt of her lightsaber.

Soon™.


[member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Sasha Santhe"]
[1/20]
 
[member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Sasha Santhe"] | [member="Vrag"]
[5/20]

They were in a canyon of some kind, the installation embedded itself and stretched out from wall to wall, reports stated it went through underground, stretching itself out to such a degree that one needed a day to traverse the entire complex. The Sith Lord doubted it was really that expansive, it was more than likely that the reports had come from an agent who had been lost and simply moved in a circle for a thousand times and then finally figured out his mistake.

Such a shame and waste of resources, but what can you do? Perhaps he would need to contact [member="Gerion Ardik"] at a later point, figure out a way to make little recon droids that were stealthy and could reason like the best of spies. It would be neat, no?

The fields of death had left deep holes in the lines of the opposing forces, people screaming, running rampant and superior officers desperately trying to retain some semblance of order. Hard to do when your soldiers were suddenly missing limbs, simply evaporated into dust.

Didn’t matter that he had tried to make them smaller and simply more numerical, it had left Carach with a drain. Some people did enjoy writing a little bit more realistically, though to be fair the drain did not come from the power being so… ‘awesome’.

It had come from a lack of experience, efficiency would come with more practice and that would leave him with bigger energy reserves to work with. Relatively speaking at the very least.

His hands were raised, fingers making intricate movements in a ritual as his mouth formed unspeakable words in the old Sith language.
 

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