Your Faith In Your Friends Is Yours | TSE Invasion of TRA Held Gree Hex

[Koda Fett]

OBJECTIVE:​ Secure Gree Technology Capture Miner Return to Imperial Fleet
ALLIES: The Sith Empire
ADVERSARIES:​ The Rebel Alliance, [member="Amea Virou"]

"Power's off."

​Fett spoke as if he had to remind Amea, as if she had forgotten or wasn't aware as to why or how it had been removed in the first place. You could hardly blame the man. He had no prior experience with technomancy, and so he couldn't exactly assume that Amea was to blame, or even had the solution off the top of her head.

"Fix it." He continued, reaching outwards to grab a hold of the chip, enclosing his palm around to it ensure it didn't drift off elsewhere. "And you can go."

If there was one thing he honoured most, it was his word. Unless, well, he didn't. Everything was circumstantial.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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YAMMKA FLEET
[member="Darth Ophidia"]

Cerbera watched with interest at the little exchange between Akito and Ophidia.

They reminded her slightly of her own little assistants. She had been considering bringing them along to this, but had changed her mind at the last moment. This was no place for them- smol, cute and highly intelligent, but fighters they were not. They would only have stood in the way and Cerbera would have had to replace them later...... which would have had the opportunity to annoy [member="Cassandra Paige"] just a little bit more, but sadly it was not to be anymore.

"Mm, you have assembled quite the curious motley collection of pets, Ophi." The alchemist murmured once the hologram of Akito winked out of existence. Now she sighed, letting the tension leave her shoulders as they jumped into Hyperspace properly.

The Rebel fleets left behind them meant they had at least some measure of respite.

For now.

The distance between Helska and Gree was small and it wouldn't be long before they burst back into existence. "At Gree?" Cerbera inquired as she studied the hyperspace streaks brushing against their viewports. It had always fascinated her. The inherent danger in watching them. There had been plenty of spacers who had lost their mind doing it, their attention caught up in the beauty. Even after their attention was yanked back to other things... they never were the same again.

"Gree is their main base of operations- Saaraishash reports maintain that they are mainly based in space. I expect a large fleet presence, the bulk of the forces they have assembled from other sources ever since Jaminere and perhaps before it."

She rubbed the line of her jaw, wondering about that, before glancing over to Ophidia.

"Are you ready to die today? It might not be up to either of us."

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Satikan, Capital of Asation
Objective: Draw attention
Allies: TSE, [member="Darth Caecus"]
Enemies: TRA, Open to Interaction

His hand touched her shoulder.

And suddenly everything fell away.

The shudder ran through his body as eyes became unseeing in realspace and instead witnessed what Kith saw. Luca wasn't a forcer by any stretch of the imagination, but between the two of them existed a connection, a bond that linked through the Force. That is how he saw the endless dark, a black ocean where the depth could not be pierced, but where movement was all-consuming. Something approached and its presence was too... too for Luca.

He couldn't make sense of it- besides that it was evil and that it hungered.

Its state of mind alien to him, unfathomable. Eyes shuddered open and Luca took a step back, hissing breath back as he realized what the Emperor was doing. (or the approximation of it anyway). "Fething hell, these karkers are insane."

Nobody could control a thing like that, could they?

Luca started to nod and then.. paused. "Kith... we kept the city area closest to them open, drawing law enforcement away." It had been the mission, but... if the Dark Lord succeeded in summoning that thing? "All those people are going to die horribly." And it was different than Thyferra. Both of them knew that. Even with all its brutality, it had been destruction on the scale of sentientkind. But this? Luca hesitated before marching right back at the console.

"I can leave a command, activating after a set duration- it will trigger at terrorist alarm, it should give the people enough time to evacuate." Luca paused and glanced over to her. "We have a debt, but this is too much."

Then he waited.

Even now, in his mind, she was his superior in the mission. Maybe Luca would ignore it if she ordered him to stop- but he would wait for her command first before making a decision.

 

[Amea Virou]

OBJECTIVE:​ Escape!
ALLIES: None. TRA.
ADVERSARIES: [member="Koda Fett"], of the Sith Empire

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Oh right. Amea’s hand raised in a pattern as she focused on the ship as a whole again. It would seem the damage wasn’t particularly big. Failsafes had protected the internals from any real damage which was most likely the reason they hadn’t ended up without air in the small space that they had struggled ever so momentarily.

The lights came back on along with the hum of engines and other systems. Her feet touched against the ground with a rough landing as she got herself reaclimated with the effects that gravity had on her. The pain grew worse, but with a final hand movement Amea would shut the door in front of her to grant some time in case the hunter decided to go after her after all.

With a touch of the console by the pod she opened the doors. She took a seat, plotted a desination and hit the firing mechanism to hear the distinct sound of the pod being detached from the ship it belonged to.

The ship began its descent towards the planet, and with that she could finally let herself breathe. With luck her struggle would be over now and the time for her to recover would soon be upon her.

Her head leaned back against the seat's cushion with a sigh.

Please let this be the end.

 

[Cenric Marus]

Exact Location: RAS Defiance - Acerbitas Support Ship
Enemies: [member="Tehkyram"]
Allies: Rebel Alliance

Cenric didn't have time to move. For a creature of his size the Karkodon was surprisingly fast, though thankfully not fast enough to swipe at him with a lightsaber. Instead the young Padawan had to watch in horror as the massive alien wheeled around and smacked him directly in the face with the back of his hand...fin?

Either one.

The Padawan went reeling, his head spinning as he half flew and half stumbled back. Blood pooled in his mouth his mouth as he landed a few feet back from the Alien, the blaster rifle he'd been holding clattering into the floor.

The impact of the strike was disorienting as could be, and it was all that he could do to pull himself back onto his feet. He spat, blood spilling from his mouth as he stumbled to a standing position. The lightsaber in his right hand cut into the floor a bit, Cenric barely holding on as he managed to collect himself. A breath filled his lungs, his vision swam as he looked back up at the Karkodon and prepared for another vicious assault. He took another step back, moving closer to the wall behind him.

He was trapped now, and that meant he had to be careful.

 

[Koda Fett]

OBJECTIVE: Secure Gree Technology Capture Miner Return to Imperial Fleet
ALLIES: The Sith Empire
ADVERSARIES: The Rebel Alliance, [member="Amea Virou"]

The Mandalorian's gaze persisted with deserved caution, an eyebrow quirked in the lingering sense of confusion that came over Koda. Her actions hardly made sense to the man, but found himself capable of only accepting it as another strange and bewildering usage of the force. Perhaps he could come to respect the oddity of which it was, or the perceived power of those who could wield it's seemingly endless amount of strength. All the while, however, the corner of his lip tugged upwards to recreate that scowl he so commonly sported - all beneath that helmet of his, of course.

Fett's weight was returned to him, and his knees slightly buckled as it all washed over him. Yet, his feet remained glued to the floor, but by gravity and not magnets this time around. The Bounty Hunter's scowl flexed that tiniest bit harder as the discomforting clang of the blaster struck the floor, in addition to the other few items that didn't appear to be stuck to the ground itself. All that T-Shaped Visor of his could do was watch as Amea walked away, slipping behind the door that he wandered up towards. Almost pressing his helmeted head against the glass to catch one last glimpse before she return to Gree in a less than favourable state.

Perhaps she found Ailyn, wandering and alone. Maybe Ailyn would open fire before any assistance could be rendered. Fett didn't know, and it didn't seem as if he particularly cared either. After all, she was left for dead, right?

There were all too many questions that Koda Fett may ask himself on any given day, but one emerged more than most. It was one that he couldn't answer, for the great Hunter he was he couldn't track it down. And so throughout this career, with each job completed, with every name etched onto that tally, with an additional soul beginning to fear his name, he asked that question. It may never be answered, and so this will continue until the day he dies.

Both his hands flexed around the flightstick, leaning forwards to only traverse through the battlefield set before him. This job was just about done, and with it may he make that dead man proud.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Gree Enclave
Honestly Fething Creepy Shipyard
Allies: TSE, [member="Jairus Starvald"]
Enemies: These Gree, but maybe not THOSE Gree(?), TRA, [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Aten Ramses"]
Equipment: Legion Armor | Service Sidearm Pistol 'Minos' | Interchangeable Service Rifle, Rifle mode | Grenades- 2 Anti Blaster Smoke - 2 CryoBan - 1 Adhesive - 1 Flashbang | Explosives and timed detonators |

Behind the faceplate, hidden by the darkened exterior, Dante's eyes widened as she watched the trajectory of the grenade swing back.

"Chit chit CHIT!"

"Why in Carnifex's black boxers do we need two grappling lines on this harness? Honestly, what situation could possibly arise where you'll need two? If it's that bad, you karking evac, ya feel me?"

Dante had looked up, rolling her eyes, but going back to cleaning her weapon. Not her section to school the newbies. New recruit, first training session with the Legionnaire armor and all of its bells and whistles. And the first thing he does is snark at the CO? Oh yeah, he was gonna do great.

The kid got a slap on the back of the head for his complaints.

"That armor is designed to do one thing, you little pissant," their CO growled. "Save your stupid life. Anything else is gravy. Maybe you'll never need it. If you're lucky, you won't. But someday, you're going to be dangling from a line and wish to Maw you had a second one to get you the kark outta there, you feel ME?"

Oh, Dante felt him.

There was no time to check distances, trajectories, or anything so important as is there something there to land on?

Popping the knuckle blade, Dante cut the line. Her stomach went up into her throat as free fall hit again and she hit the other grapple launcher, aiming in a different direction. It caught, though on what she didn't see, the sudden jolt of it causing her to jack knife in a different direction mid air right before the spot where the adhesive grenade exploded. Wet bits of the sticky goo splattered on her armor, gumming up a couple of places but she avoided the majority of the mess.

Without time to plan or properly execute, the new hold was not even close to ideal. A pair of heartbeats later Dante slammed into the side of the next catwalk, hitting hard and knocking the wind out of her. She hauled herself up onto that now swaying catwalk, trying to regain her breath and footing, but the scramble took a moment she didn't have.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

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Allies: Who?​

Enemies: [member="Varex"]​

Objective: Kill.​

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Preliat rolled onto his stomach as the Jedi got up, both taking a much-needed pause, recovering from their ordeal. It took a lot for Preliat to throw the Jedi. Preliat was a big guy...but this guy was wearing a lot. A lot of stuff. Required every muscle that Preliat had to throw that son of a queen a few meters away from him.

Preliat was a thug, the barrage of hits that came at him after he stood up, and the Jedi closed the distance didn't bother him. He knew what was coming. A big fake, and a solid hit.

But that jackass flashed him in the face. Right in his eyes. His helmet, polarized, reacted- but it was too late. Nothing could predict the force. He turned his head, buttoning up. The hit to his solar plexus sent him backwards, but the heavy plating right in the center of his chest absorbed the kinetic impact- for the most part. It sent him stumbling backwards, but in a recoverable position. Preliat got mad.

"Cheap trick for a Jedi."

Preliat's voice was like gravel. Authoritative and commanding. And held a bit of rage. Not that the Jedi needed to hear how angry he was. Preliat was a sea of swirling rage in the force. A practical wound in the force- a maelstrom of hate and malice infecting the very ground he walked on. A rarity among non-force sensitives. But years of being tainted by the dark side, and especially after the Dark Harvest- Preliat was a unique oddity in the force.

Preliat walked up to him. Just walked up to him. The cybernetics in his leg whirled as he went to kick the Jedi in the chest. With the same force as a speeder crashing into him. Preliat's wife made his leg for a warrior, for a fighter. That Jedi was going to find out how hard he could hit. Or at least, Preliat hoped he would've.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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Legionnaire Advanced | CSM-10 | Blaster Rifle | Vibrosword | Dagger ​

Ion Grenade x2 | Flash Detonator x1 | Thermal Detonator x1​

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Fiolette turned a moment and watched in curiosity as the sacrifices were brought forth. Their screams did little to the woman's thoughts but rather the crackle of comms as she turned her attention back toward the singular entrance into the chamber. The regulars scattered around the complex were now engaging enemy forces, "watch for stealth, if these rebels are anything like their alliance counterparts they'll attempt to sneak past. Be sure to get your sensors up, and be on guard." Fiolette ordered as the myraid of soul wrenching screams were filtered out.

As the ritual continued more runes began to come alive, one not need to be Force sensitive to have the feeling of darkness now. There was a time in the Galidraani's life where she would have feared something of this nature. She would have cursed the very being of Sith, but as her attention shifted to Taeli. Those feelings were gone and replaced by the Galidraani sense of duty. There was a lull in the moment between the sudden fire fight and the ritual, comm chatter in her helmet seemed to be muted and then suddenly there was an uproar.

Veteran Blackblades were now in a thick fight to keep the sudden onslaught of forces away from the complex. The 52nd Company of Legionnaires focused their weapons out, making contact swiftly. Having stood fast against the rebels on Dubrillion the experienced unit worked quickly to reinforce the Blackblade lines. Traps now snapped capturing portions of the enemy forces while others were triggered from afar. Proximity alerts went off and Fiolette nodded to the fire team within the chamber. Their weapons trained on the entrance they were ready for whatever enemy may charge through.

Then words, foreign to them all were spoken and a sickening green energy erupted throughout the complex. It began to radiate out, and Fiolette watched a moment longer grateful for the helmet as to be spared the smell of decay. The unholy screams of the undead wretched forth to life by the spell of the Shadow Hand, their wrath shouted upon those who had struck them down. She had not seen these spells in person before, but had only heard of them to witness it first hand, well, it was certainly enough to make one shutter. It was then that Darth Carnifex's voice broke through. "Iron Talons, keep firing, draw the Jedi closer - bring their allies in they're blood may as well feed the spell."

"It shall be done," confirmed Captain Tarkin of the 52nd, the sound of his sniper rifle was last heard finding a new target before the comms went off.

Darkened clouds gathered over the complex, rain opened up in a fury. Torrents of it crashed into the jungle surface of Asation creating an even more hazardous terrain, the 52nd decided to use the rain to their advantage as they withdrew into the complex purposefully. Not too far behind they signaled their Blackblade brethern to follow setting themselves up within the complex. It was as they pulled back into the complex that they noticed tears appearing around the complex. Horrors, abominations and terrors from beyond began to emerge chewing up any living soul around them. The 52nd's captain was only glad to not be around such things, "seen many terrors in my day, but I would not want to be those sods on the fields right now.." he remarked rushing into position.

"Keep it quiet Tarkin," Fiolette ordered, "get into position and wait, watch the shadows and remain on guard."

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Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Luca Thorne"] | [member="Darth Caecus"] | The Sith Empire
Opponents: [member="Varex"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Avoim Oeymo"] | The Rebel Alliance
Objective: Guard the Temple Complex | Protect the Sith
Unit / Unit Gear: 52nd Company, Legionnaire Advanced Armor + Legionnaire Standard Gear

 

[Anden Fancelo]

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OBJECTIVE: Survive. Reach Belphaegor.
EQUIPMENT: Mark I Ghoul TIC Armor | Mark I Banshee IAW | Glie-50 Blaster Pistol
ALLIES: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Lok Munin"]
ENEMIES: [member="Cedric Grayson"] (MVP) | [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Ursula Vizla"] | [member="Noah Corek"]

In the midst of conflict, Onyx squad and some of the sith troopers that had advanced dealt with the rebels and Onyx, personally saw to the Mandalorian threat. However, as the conflict progressed. Carmine was injured, bad. While the others have absorbed a few grazing shots with their armor. It was apparent that Onyx may lose the fight to the superior mandalorian entity. They had better gear, better weapons and outnumbered them 5 to 4. But they seek to at least take one or two. They wished to fight this battle till the end, despite being one of the rare fragments of the Sovereignty.

Then, the Jedi made a sacrifice with the cry of a sith, desperate to save his men. It silenced the battle, Fancelo immediately ordered the squad to quietly pull back and get Carmine over to be stabilized. However Fancelo lagged behind as the squad retreated. Merely watching on to the center of the hangar. It's intercom broke the silence, providing it's offer. He sighed. "Damn it..." He looked over to the pack of Mandalorians and the rebels with a hidden glare. He was then approached by a local sith trooper.

"Sir, my sergeant on comms said that Lord Belphaegor wished to find you." The trooper, a moment late as the intercom based but, Fancelo was a bit further from the sith than Lok was and a little more hidden. Fancelo nodded to the trooper and began his trek to the center, where the sith was. "Tell him I'm here, and that I'm coming to him now." The transmission would come in later after Lok's position was apparent. Eventually, Fancelo slung his pulse rifle over his back and began to jog over to the Sith, avoiding the flames, the debris, the bodies. The aftermath of it all.

Fancelo made his appearance to the sith as the trek wasn't long, placing a clenched fist on top of his chestplate. "M'lord?"

 

[Delsin Kessler]

Objective: Skirmish the advance of the Sith
Allies: Rebel Alliance [member="Wyatt Morga"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Enemies: Sith Empire ([member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Thyne"] )
Equipment: In signature (Lights off missiles)
Forces:
Thunderbird Starfighters (x8)


"When they approach the city, Mine squad return as quick as possible" There were more soldiers than before, each one had simple blasters and equipment but they got battle fervor. The first attack against the defenseless Sith ships was great for the Rebels morale. Everyone grabbed the guns and presented ready for orders, thinking that this leader could do wonders. Solon knew it was more of luck and taking advantage of the enemies bad strategy. And in this moment it was more of retreating than attacking

"Thunderbirds squad. You will be the only air support we have, so nothing of bold moves. Each one of you are important" Solon went to his ship. The actual Rebel base was just the port of the Capital being borrowed from the Gree. His ship had been refuel and ready to fly. After a short take-out, he was followed by the Thunderbirds. From the sky, he could see the field from where the Sith would advance.

"Sir, the enemy is raising shields and their tanks are already on the move" The booma mines would do the work against any machine that touch the ground. The were scattered four hundred meters from the front line, and would turn off any tech the Sith have. The main strategy wasn´t about killing the enemy, but turn off the majority of weapons "Everyone get on the last corvettes, we will defend you"

(Sorry for the confusion. Edit post)

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Allies: TSE, [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Belphaegor"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Anden Fancelo"] [member="Lok Munin"]
Enemies: TRA, [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Cedric Grayson"] (rip) [member="Ursula Vizla"]
Objective: Intelligence, Don't Die (so you know, the usual)

Hirou could not hear the words themselves from Matsu. But the flood of determination? That came through. Even a very small amount from someone like Matsu was enough to fill the little Nezumi utterly. A deep breath, a nod, and Hirou was off, scampering gingerly down the crawlspace.

The location of the data core was a long way off. Especially for a Nezumi. But they knew where they were going, and the crawlspace followed the corridors. Hirou ran on all fours, happily sacrificing decorum for speed. After all, who was here to see them?

At a junction, Hirou paused to catch their breath and go over the schematics again in their mind- make sure they were heading in the right direction.

"Soliders of the Sith Empire!"

The voice came to Hirou filtered through the hull- no reason for an intercom in the crawlspace now was there?

"The Rebel Alliance will be vacating this sector of space shortly. Given the situation at hand, all Imperial forces will be permitted to leave the vessel unharmed. You have ten minutes to comply."

Ten minutes. Dark eyes widened.

There was enough time to get back to the hangar, to spare in fact. But that wouldn't get them what they needed. Hirou wavered, but ultimately, it was that stalwart determination that weighed the decision. With a deep breath, Hirou pressed on.

A minute later, they were slipping down a thin gap between the bulkheads. They could feel the vibrations of the computers on the other side- hear the voices of the operators. They moved quietly, drawing out tiny tools. Right at the source, Hirou set about accessing the Acerbitas's data.

Eight minutes.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Satikan, Capital of Asation
Allies: TSE, [member="Luca Thorne"]
Enemies: TRA, Open to Interaction

She reached up, finger tips brushing his hand on her shoulder.

Who was she?

What was she?

Sith. The word had been imprinted from the very first breath. Cloned and created, the idea that she was Sith had never wavered because it was a word hard wired into her psyche. From the very beginning she had known just what she was.

But it was only a word.

What was she?

Darth Molior, the woman who had created Omega? Cold, dead, desiring only the silence of the galaxy? Seeing that as the true path to peace? The end of all life as the pathway.

Darth Caecus, masked and silent killer for the Empire? Secretive and stealthy, needing some cause to call her own. Working for law in whatever way necessary. Life worth nothing if it existed at the tips of her fingers?

A puppet, commanded to reap and reave at the Dark Lord's command? Nameless, faceless, nothing more than a tool, wielded by the hands of an Emperor? Pushing through to accomplish any goal at the very cost of her body, her soul.

She looked at Luca, and saw herself reflected back in his eyes.

She didn't have to be any of those things.

"Do it," she breathed. Her thought skipped to [member="Darth Saarai"].

Until now, they had laid low, presumed dead but unhunted. There had been no one looking for them- no reason to look for them. Would he understand why they did this? If anyone at the highest levels of the Empire could it was Tai Fa, but what she was about to say might change that.
"Don't do it on a delay, Luca. Do it now. Give them as much time as we can."

For the first time since she had opened her eyes in that cloning creche, Kith Verloren rejected the word that was burned into her brain.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Gree Enclave
Honestly Fething Creepy Shipyard
Allies: TSE, [member="Dante Sotari"]
Enemies: These Gree, but maybe not THOSE Gree(?), TRA, [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Aten Ramses"]

"Hmm, saving your life isn't enough?" A shrug followed right after that. "How demanding, I like it."

He looked on what amusement as she rolled her way out of his arms, crashed into the ground and finally continued her roll, until distance between the two was made. It wasn't a bad idea, of course. Staying so close against a Sith Lord wasn't exactly the smartest of ideas. That didn't make it any less amusing though. Jairus glanced over his shoulder, feeling the fight between Dante and Aten, the attempts he made on her life over and over again.

Mm.

Maybe he had focused on the wrong Jedi today, but oh well.

"The shipyard?" Romi got his attention again at that, before shaking his head carefully. It didn't really matter if she knew that part as far as Jai was concerned. The results would be explosive enough for everyone to see either way.

Not a secret.

"Not at all, it is an abomination-" It almost felt as if the shipyards knew their presence. The efforts of the ships being moved back and fro slowly drawing away from them. Leaving them a place to... 'do their thing' so to speak. It somewhat unnerved Jairus, if he was honest. They were basically inside a living organism (as far as he could tell), but the scary part? Its presence was large and looming. Its thoughts either too fast or too slow to truly comprehend even with his mentalism.

Was it going to leave them be? Or would it turn against them, once it realized what they were going to do.

"-too dangerous to exist. Your people?"

Curious question there.

 

[Arage Bao]

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The Voidlight Cathedral
[member="Darth Imperia"] [member="Lyra Sarn"] [member="Sebastian Thel"]

Bastian was a dear.

It was mostly the reason why Verse hadn't taken it upon herself to educate him further, so he could use his ample blessings and make something of himself in this Galaxy. Math? Engineering? Such things should be left to those that were more... inclined towards such pursuits. The Zygerrians, for instance. Perhaps the Roche and the Sullustians. Those that had it in their DNA and upbringing. But it wasn't really up to her in that moment, Verse figured.

She didn't think the Empire would be amused if she enslaved one of theirs.

"Mmm, I'd say keep them on stand-by, but let us have our piece of meat first?" Madame Verse (Oh, she liked that enough to purr just a bit) suggested with a glance towards Imperia. Her ship, after all, she was the literal Captain in this situation.

Any Zygerrian had respect for that.

Once agreed they'd sally forward. They had the advantage of knowing the layout... the only thing they didn't know? How many there were, who they were and what they would be up against. That would be problematic and part of Verse grew cautious. Not concerned, but cautious in her stride as she played with a line of her blaster. The nail rubbing back and forth against the casing in a nervous tic. "TRAJECTORY CALCULATIONS SUGGEST ENEMY FORCES WILL CROSS YOURS IN THE NEXT TWO MINUTES, MISTRESS IMPERIA, MADAME VERSE."

"Settle down next to the choke point, darling, hopefully we aren't too late to catch them with their pants down."

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Objective: Ensure the success of the ritual
Allies: The Sith Empire and allies - [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: The Rebel Alliance and allies - [member="Varex"] | [member="Avoim Oeymo"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Looking to engage: [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
Equipment: Armor | Lightsabers

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Perhaps the man wouldn't be convinced of the fact himself, but to Darth Avacyn the way he presented himself in the Force was telling of a being filled with arrogance. Someone who claimed to have seen anything and everything and discounting all around him because of it. He saw her but the opposite was similarly true, yet not a single emotion could be seen on her face. No cocky smirk at the knowledge she had the opportunity to slay another Jedi, no seething anger at the sight of one who rose up against the empire she stood for, no fear of the possibility that the encounter would be fatal and thus her last. Those were signs of immaturity the woman had left behind her a long time ago.

For the safety of the Sith Empire and with that her family that lived inside its borders, the Rebel Alliance had to be vanquished. Nobody would be allowed to come even close to attempting those nearest to her and if that meant she had to take up arms and strike every last enemy down, then it would be done. It was no more than that, but Avacyn did not need more. She knew why she was here and anyone seeking to stand against her would be met with no mercy. They would die if that was what it took, but the woman would not. She simply refused to.

And so, Avacyn's calculated approach began. She moved around the trees for cover against most rebel troops and those who perhaps would have had the line of sight to take a shot, all in their own way, reacted in such a way that they posed no threat. They simply froze in place, some quickly retreated, and others were too intimidated to be accurate enough to land any shots. The Force closely followed the movement of the soldiers around her so to ensure they would not take her by surprise, but her eyes remained firmly fixated on the one who was much more powerful than the others. While the distance between them became shorter and shorter every step, she called upon the hilt that hung from her left hip through the Force and it answered by flying towards her hand. Her fingers wrapped around the cold metal as it collided with her palm to grip it tightly, but she would not ignite her blade just yet.

Step after step slowly brought her closer when the Force shifted and a wave of Darkness swept past. Lifeless bodies began to stir, imperial and rebel alike, rising up to cause death once more. The signature of the energies that surrounded them was unmistakably that of Darth Prazutis, yet still Avacyn barely reacted to them. They were nothing more than mindless warriors now, but her own Darkness kept them from attacking her. As such, there was no use in paying them any mind.

Then, a second wave came. Yet despite it being born of the Darkside all the same, it was much different. The ritual had begun and it would not be long now before Lotek'k was brought into this world and if it succeeded victory was all but assured. There was no need to take any risks to kill her target, all she needed to do was buy time. The man circled and Avacyn mirrored his movements, simply waiting for the other to engage. The longer things took, the better.

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[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Gree Enclave, Shipyards
With: [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: [member="Dante Sotari"], [member="Jairus Starvald"]
Equipment: See Sig

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Ever resourceful the legionnaire was, with the skill of a trained soldier Aten simply watched as she evaded the goop only small bits of it landing upon her white armor nearly impossible to spot. Feet skidding as the woman was jerked in the opposite direction Aten spun on his heels charging down the platform on which he stood trying to catch up to her. Whether planned or just randomly lucky the soldier was managing to evade the Jedi in nearly all of his attempts to catch her.

Calm down! Shouted the crystal at its master as adrenaline pumped through Aten’s body pushing him further his emotions driving him. Running to the edge of the platform as it was coming to an end Aten leaped, his feet planting themselves on the railing, it attempting to give way as the Jedi kicked off his legs drawing in, his left catching itself on a catwalk, the weight and momentum of the Jedi sending it swinging. Leaning into the swing Aten then pulled back. Each time he repeated the movement that catwalk swung slightly faster, turning his head locked on the final catwalk above Aten waited till the pinnacle of the swing.

Releasing his hold Aten slammed into the catwalk on which Dante stood making it swing more wildly than it had been mere moments before. The gauntlets scrambled for purchase, finding it the Morellian pulling himself up. Romi’s alive! Listen! Clinging to the catwalk Aten denied Kol’s warning, the crystal was simply attempting to stop him. To keep him from exacting vengeance, but that's what Jedi were supposed to do. They weren't supposed to give themselves into the fiery emotions. The very ones that burned within Aten. The way the crystal pleaded, its high voice leaving the Jedi guilty. If Aten would listen to anyone it would be Kol. Opening himself to the force, his skills in sensing presences, even those he was familiar with mediocre in every meaning of the word. Even to the Morellian, he could feel it though, that beacon of light in the distance, the familiar presence. Romi was alive!

 

[Vilaz Munin]

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Location: Ruins
Allies: TSE | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Prazuits"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarros"]
Enemies: TRA | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Varex"] | [member="Avoim Oeyamo"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
Engaging: Open for a duel
Objective: Defend the Ritual
Gear: Link

Unlike the others of the Imperial Forces and his brother, Preliat, went out to search and combat the light on the front lines Vilaz opted to stay behind near where the ritual was taking place. He'd very much like to meet the enemy with the vanguard and mercilessly slaughter his enemies; however, he stayed with a unit of Imperial personnel as the Sith could not afford to allow all their soldiers to go head on with the Jedi. No, the task of the vanguard were just to buy time and be as an obstacle for the Jedi in order to ensure the success of the Ritual.

The Warlord noticed the clouds above him getting darker, dense, and ominous when the Sith Sorcerers muttered the incantations for the ritual. Cracks of lightning were seen and heard, yet these were not natural due to their behavior. The Mandalorian assumed that this was rooted from the ritual. He was, truthfully, a bit concerned from the current events. The Dark Lord, however, before they came to Asation that Vilaz need not to worry about it...unless the Sorcerers were disturbed. Only then could they not control what they summoned and they'd face a dangerous, powerful force to be reckon with.

Patrolling with the other troops around the ruins the Concordian, with his rangefinder he tried getting a look at the swamp where all the fighting was taking place. Blasters and other firearms could be heard, with the former making bright lights within the fauna and landscape of the swamp. His sensors were ready to detect any hostiles that approached the ritual, and so was he.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Allies: [member="Varex"] (Sort Of), [member="Avoim Oeymo"], [member="Kahne Porte"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] (ENGAGING), [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] | Location: Heading To Ritual Site | Gear: Corporis Skin Suit, Twin White Lightsabers, Amphistaff, Blast Bugs

Before they could engage he felt the first shock of darkness. It wasn't something he hadn't experienced before, but it was an annoyance all the same. It also gave food for the fire that was burning again with anti-Sith sentiment. They were summoning the dead back to life. It felt very typical to him. The Sith were always incompetent in their abilities. Or, rather, insecure in them. The downside of the dark side was insecurity. Always striving for more strength made you question yourself.

They were circling each other when the lightning flowed and he felt an incredible darkness. This time he grimaced, because he knee this wasn't the same as the simple summoning of the undead. This was far more sinister than that. It did, in fact, worry him. Not because he knew what it was, but because they were fighting too hard to protect it. That meant it was bad.

They're summoning something big, he sent through his connection to Varex. You need to get here.

The female wanted to fight. It was obvious. She also wasn't engaging. Not typical of his Sith interactions. Was she stalling or trying to study him? Both were equally viable options, and both presented problems. Behind that sealed door was something that they needed to get to. A ritual. They needed to shut it down before it finished so they could stop water they were summoning from getting through.

So he turned and started running towards the gate. He had no doubt that she would interfere. For precisely that reason he kept his saber active and in the hand on the side facing her. Chiefly his rightm The left was equally capable, but he was moving quickly enough that he needn't worry about some trooper getting a bead on him. It was only the Sith he had to worry about. And they didn't worry him much.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Ancient Gree Ruins[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]To stop the evil things & to assassinate Carfax [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Darth Caecus"], [member="Luca Thorne"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Varex"], [member="Avoim Oeymo"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"][/SIZE]
Intent to engage: [member="Darth Carnifex"]

A hand fell from her ear, her gut was right there being something wrong here. The world threatened to be consumed by the darkness of the Sith and Allyson stood watching as the dead reanimated and shambled towards them. Using the cottonmouths that were under ground, the zombies summoned by the Dark Lord would be quickly taken care of. Like sharks coming up for their prey, the cottonmouths burrowed causing craters below them as they ‘swam’ around the mud making quick work of the mindless horde. As the mob thinned Allyson moved forward gaining a visual.

He stood before where the ritual was taking place, bigger than she had remembered him, but his presence thick and sickening. She didn’t’ remember it being this apparent, but when he had first met her she wasn’t this open to the Force. A hand covered her mouth as every moment on Bastion threatened to bubble to the surface of her mind. No, she promised Jyoti that she was okay. Allyson continued to move forward a hand waving for the others to follow as the cottonmouth droids dipped and dragged more zombies to the ground.

Dark portals started to take shape around the vicinity and Allyson knew more was coming. Cursing she looked to Valkren and nodded. “Get another air strike here.” A hand opened comms again as she continued to move, her mind set on confronting the Sith Lord. “Spectre 02 to Bushmaster – we’re gonna need a heavy air strike following what I’ve called in” The coordinates quickly sent, Allyson knowing she needed to wait – she hesitated and then shook it off.

This was the moment she had been waiting for, one she had dreamed about. Her shotgun in her hand along with the hidden cottenmouths under the surface of the ground, Allyson took her chance with the clearing and headed straight for [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Her movements remained quick, but slow enough for the armors cloaking to adapt to her surroundings.

She just needed to get closer to engage.