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

The Lurking Presence · Jul 13, 2018

Cerulean lamps waved, beckoning the relief of Sith Transports in to the cavernous darkness that blanketed the Hangar Bay of the Acerbitas. Ships, teeming with fresh faces, unblemished by what had transpired there. Inwards they drew with expert direction guiding them, activating robust Flood Lights that illuminated the aftermath of carnage.

"Clear the deck! " Demanded the nameless Trooper as she flagged the Ships down towards the only feasible ground she could find; that hadn't seemed of questionable integrity or rest littered with dead and the wounded.

Furious ire began to accumulate and fatten around the anguished calm. Disembarkment ramps rattling soot and debris deposits in to motion as they hammered down, allowing the commodious venter of their hulls to spill outwards. Infantrymen with the grave zest of combat and death burdening their palate. But that appetite, to the grudge of many, would find itself starved of satisfaction.

Their hunger held no value to Belphaegor; discipline and obedience the only feast offered.

They had not been there to behold the affliction. Witness the courage and commitment to misery. Not gazed upon the paragon of radiant Light in one, [member="Cedric Grayson"], as the unfathomable depths of his Power birthed something of inconceivable destruction; were he a Sith, his strength would be limitless. But how could they know?

"All Units, pursue contact, advance! " A clean Armored Stormtrooper commanded, shouldering his rifle in to an active position as he motioned forward at the bottom of a Landing Ramp.

"Belay that Order immediately! " Shouted the woman that had gestured them in, jabbing one of the Beam Sticks she had been utilizing in the lightlessness of the Hangar towards the Troopers helmet.

"On whose Authority!? " He responded with violent malice oozing from his modulated voice, battering the Stick away from the face of his Helmet with a forearm.

"On mine! " Belphaegor suddenly spoke, with absolute dominion.

"M. . . m'lord. . of course. Stand down, men! " His tune and tone suddenly changed.

"Lieutenant [member="Anden Fancelo"], " Belphaegor at last acknowledged, gazing forward at the man. "You are in Command of this Hangar. Ensure [member="Lok Munin"] and his men are immediately attended to. Clear our wounded, salvage and secure any of our functioning gear - leave the Rebels nothing. Any that attempt to disobey or discourage our Cease Fire. . . are to be Summarily Executed. "

Belphaegor had other priorities. His Master, [member="Matsu Xiangu"] was still engaged, and High Inquisitor [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] needed to be accounted for. Once Fancelo jumped in to action, the Maenan would take his leave of the Hangar, hiding the true extent of his injuries from the eyes of the Legion as he waded off.

Their time was running thin.

Warchief Waddles · Jul 13, 2018

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

During the moments of joyous relief Aten was experiencing the tide of hatred and anger began to retreat. The weight on his shoulders began to lighten, the heavy weight of vengeance being the only thing that had driven the Jedi as far as things had gone so far against the legionnaire. Why continue the pointless fight at this point. Turning to her Aten’s mouth opened his tone calm instead of the high strung one that had been there mere moments ago. “We don-“ The jedi began before he felt a heat and great force slam into his chest. The Jedi had felt no warning, so lost in his own thoughts and musings. His excitement had blinded him. He could already here Romi’s scolding of being aware of the present. Not like she could say it after being shot by a sniper.

Booted feet sliding against the floor it was only due to Aten’s combat armor having taken the first hit that he hadn’t been completely floored. The energy from the pistol dispersed across its surface harmlessly the first layer being the gold jacket only heating slightly. Aten had the forethought long ago to ditch the Asheran Armorweave awhile back and crafting his own combat outfit out of an ultrachrome mesh that was then formed into a weave that made up his clothing. The second shot came, this one did send the Jedi to the ground. It felt as though a wookie had punched him in his core. The breath vacating his lungs. The Jedi spun before falling to the ground barely catching himself on his hands.

“She didn’t even let me finish.” Aten grumbled between each word a gasp of air funneling in. If that had been a Sith perhaps they would’ve had some long debate on the light and dark, willing to boast for a bit before fighting. Aten, however, was facing a soldier, they knew survival came first. Casting a glance over his shoulder he watched the woman fleeing. Right hand reaching out and slashing wildly at the air in front of him. Aten projected a strike outward at Dante. In front of the woman, the air would form copying the same movement Aten had just done, right at the level between the lower part of her shins and ankles. Aten needed to take her feet from under her and that’s what he intended.

Zark San Tekka · Jul 13, 2018

Allies: TRA

Enemies: TSE

Ancient Gree Ruins

Jedi Loyalist Strike Team

Varex tilted his head at the Mandalorian's remarks, the first words either of them had spoken to one another. The Jedi Knight made a show of raising his off hand into the air, before tucking it behind his lower back and raising the other fist. It was a not-so-subtle taunt, implying Preliat might have a better chance if his opponent was fighting with a handicap. The Vaemath knew that it was his control and discipline as a Jedi warrior that would prevail this day, driving his enemy into a rage would make the berserker more dangerous yes, but also more reckless.

Preliat sauntered back up for him, and Varex weaved his remaining hand into a probing guard, ready for his opponent to strike from any angle. What he had not been anticipating, was a kick. Somehow the Mandalorian had managed to channel his rage so deeply that he had succeeded in blocking the Shadow's precognitive danger sense. It was a powerful blow, and while his power suit's ultrachrome plating was tough enough not to rend under its force, the kinetic impact send him sailing backwards through the swamp until his fall was broken only when he had struck and felled a dead tree.

The Jedi Knight leapt to his feet as quickly as he was able upon regaining his senses, anticipating Mantis to be pressing the attack at any moment. It is only when his head stopped spinning that he was able to see and understand why an enraged beskar plated warrior wasn't already on top of him. Surrounding their clearing, an entire platoon of elite Galactic Alliance SpaceOps Marines had emerged from the treeline, each one aiming their blaster carbines precisely at Preliat.

No! Varex let out a psychic wave before any of them could give the order to open fire. His thoughts even reached the Mandalorian unfiltered, This one is mine. Press on with the others, I will be along shortly.

For a split second they hesitated, but marines were among the most highly trained their once proud Defense Force had to offer, and by his commmand they disappeared back into the marsh as one. Even now, Major Pyn would be leading the rest of Raider Company to reinforce Colonel Calderon's Antarian Rangers on their flank. SpaceOps weren't trained for this environment, for this style of engagement, for pretty much anything about this operation. But the Sith Imperial forces had decided to make their stand entrenched in some kind of ancient complex, and if marines were good at one thing it was breaching a hostile environment.

Back in the clearing a single leap brought Varex back to within a few meters of Preliat.

Yours is not the blood I swore an oath to spill this day, his thoughts echoed in the Mandalorian's head, the first words he had uttered directly to his enemy, But the challenge must be honored.

He had received Vondiranach's message, and he said the words despite a deep internal conflict. The Inquisitor had told his team there was no price too high to pay to see justice done to Taeli Raaf, and yet here the Tranquil was unable to sacrifice his honor for that cause. If his pride allowed Taeli to succeed in her abominable endeavor on Asation, worse yet escape with her life, would he ever be able to forgive himself?

Romi Jade · Jul 13, 2018

GREE ENCLAVE

Shipyards

WITH: [member="Aten Ramses"]

ENEMIES: [member="Jairus Starvald"] & [member="Dante Sotari"]

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Eye-roll.

Ugh.

"I sort of figured when I found your men armed with charges..." She mused, nostrils flaring during the absorption of air, "And of course not. Our thoughts were similar. It was too dangerous. Though, seems as if there is something we could agree on." Her head arced downward slowly, and she brought her lightsaber around towards her shoulder. As she simultaneously bit down, she began to cauterize what she could of her wound. A temporary fix.

Mhnnnn!

Heaving in response, she locked her knees and realigned herself "Now...are we going to fight or what? I hate small talk." Her eyes grew wide, emphasizing a slight motion of her head towards her shoulder. "Besides...it wouldn't be fair if I didn't at least let you limp away."

"Unless you plan to surrender but..." Romi leveled her blade for the mans throat as she straightened up for the inevitable, "You don't seem like the type to enjoy submission...or maybe you do."

Her autopilot kicked in and she was silent and focused. There was nothing more to say anyway. Amateurs tended to give speeches and participate in slick exchanges; she got on with the job. She Force-leapt the rest of the way for Jairus, attacking with both hands, beating any initial defense down with her lightsaber. A situation like this, she would never have risked such an all-out attack, as she hated initiating.

Though there was something else about him she'd yet to fully discern; this wasn't going to be standard as she ruled her previous bouts...and as overconfidence usually does, this could prove costly. But, she was going to finish this mission.

The glowing blade hissed toward him. She rolled aside to avoid a possible slashing counter and came up in a crouch, before she attempted to continue her advance by darting forward with a quick feinting lunge.

She was anticipating possible retaliation on his part. Hoping to stick to her plan, her wrist twisted deftly to disengage, quickly changing directions. The Jedi sought to deliver two quick, testing jabs that became less and less tentative with each strike.

Her confident smirk began to falter, and a more feral-esque expression began to take place as she sunk more into the Force.

Anden Fancelo · Jul 13, 2018

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PmidhKSTTE

OBJECTIVE: ~~Survive.~~ ~~Reach Belphaegor.~~ Assume control, and evacuate Sith assets.
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"]

Once the Gravewalker had greeted the sith lord, the pack of shuttles had made their arrival to the now open but silent hangar. Lieutenant Fancelo broke bearing and glanced over to the shuttles unloading the troopers, ready to fight the rebels that were recuperating from the frey just as the sith troopers who were there from the start. However, their goal changed as Belphaegor made his presence evident to the newly arrived infantry. Fancelo glanced back at the lord.

"Lieutenant Anden Fancelo." The sith lord spoke his entire name, finally acknowledging him. Anden merely bowed his head slightly. "Lord." He spoke, awaiting the sith's word.

"You are in command of this Hangar. Ensure Lok Munin and his men are immediately attended to. Clear our wounded, salvage and secure any of our functioning gear - leave the Rebels nothing. Any that attempt to disobey or discourage our Cease Fire. . . are to be Summarily Executed."

The Gravewalker stared on at the Sith as orders were given, giving a nod in acknowledgement and a statement in obedience. "As you wish, m'lord." The Lieutenant turned about just as Belphaegor turned to retrieve his master. Fancelo was about to ask... what of the sith, well-versed in the arts of shadow and affliction? What of the witch, well-versed in the arts of destruction and fire? Perhaps the sith read the Gravewalker's mind. It was little matter though. Fancelo had his objective, tending to it through communications. He'd speak into comms.

"Onyx Squad, Belphaegor has given me command of the situation in the Hangar. Sergeant Reida, you are in charge of all medical personnel. Assign some of the medics to tend to Munin's men, as they're set as a priority. Other than that, get all of the wounded stabilized and direct them for transportation on 2 out of the 4 shuttles. Get some of the newly arrived to help you out with wounded transportation if necessary."

Fancelo stopped, and was acknowledged by the sergeant. "Understood, sir."

"Ensign Maxevan, you're in charge of getting any usable equipment of ours into one of the shuttles. Use the newly arrived as well to help out." Fancelo spoke sternly.

Maxevan then asked afterwards. "Sir, what about the dead?"

The lieutenant sighed. "We're not cleanup and time isn't a luxury we have. If anything, take their tags. That's it. Understood?"

Maxevan replied. "Understood sir, proceeding now."

Fancelo then glanced over towards the Rebels, watching on as they reassess themselves and proceed with their doings. He'd see the possibly dead jedi be escorted out. That jedi, he was the one reason why everyone that's breathing is still. Alive. The Jedi were a bit mysterious to Fancelo as he knew little about them, but if that is the representation of how a true Jedi acts then, Cedric is to commended for being one of honor. But would this make him have second thoughts about the Sith Empire? Not at all. The lieutenant turned about to reach the group of sith troopers, reuniting with the newly arrived and those that he fought alongside.

As Sergeant Reida led the wounded to be medically evacuated and Maxevan directing the shining new sith troopers to collect gear and tags from the fallen, loading it onto one of the shuttles. Fancelo began directing the troopers that saw it the flames of the battle, the ones that could still walk. Loading up and embarking in the last shuttle that wasn't assigned a purpose on comms.

The end of this chapter was about to be reached for those troopers.

Cenric Marus · Jul 13, 2018

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

His eyes bulged, and half a second before the telekinetic wave struck him Cenric managed to throw his hand up.

It was a bare reaction if there ever was one. Cenric's skill with the force was limited, even compared to the other Padawans, and as he threw up a desperate barrier to protect himself he quickly found out that there wasn't much of a reason. The wave that the karkodon had thrown at him smashed through the flimsy thought of force that Cenric had attempted to use for protection and sent him hurtling directly into the wall behind him.

Thin durasteel walls and wiring smashed and wrapped around him, pain lanced and arched up his back as he went crashing. A cry of pain, surprise, and fear escaped his throat as he fell through what seemed two or three of the thin walls. He tumbled, the force of the wave sending him flying back until eventually he was tossed into an open hangar bay. The momentum he had taken on sent him crashing into a set of crates nearly half-way into the Hangar.

Blood coated his clothes, cuts and scrapes both small and large having sliced into the skin of his back.

His head was woozy as he laid against the crates, his vision swam, but somehow he still held on to his lightsaber.

Matsu Xiangu · Jul 13, 2018

ALLIES: [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Anden Fancelo"] | [member="Lok Munin"]
ENEMIES: [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
OBJECTIVE: Keep at least one lung.
GEAR: Suit | Saber

Whether it would have required less energy to call on the Force and jump from the lower floor to the one she’d fallen from, or climb instead, was debatable. Either way she had chosen to conserve what little energy she had left. The involuntary blast had cored her, leaving her feeling empty and tired. By the time she’d reached the floor above, she barely had the energy to keep moving. She hunched over on her knees, forehead on the floor as she tried to breathe normally.

There was a stuttering huh-huh-huh that shook her small frame with each intake, the one functioning lung perhaps on its way to breaking too.

Everything was slow. The red emergency lights droned bright and dark, bright and dark on either side of her vision. The voice repeating the warning of system jump seemed distant and deep, echoing from another world. The threatening groan of unstable metal sheeting croaked all around her.

Huh-huh-huh.
Huh-huh-huh.
Huh-huh-huh.

She wanted desperately to unlatch the helmet that encircled her head and neck. It felt suffocating there as she begged for oxygen but she knew if the empath had died, she would have felt it in the Force - a victory so sweet wouldn’t go unnoticed. Alas she was denied both reprieve and air. Removing the helmet would leave her weakened neck open to attack. Clenching her fists, letting agitation and a sense of being trapped fuel her enough to get to her feet and stumble down the hallway.

One hand trailing the wall to help her stay up, she called through comms to the Nezumi.

“We don’t have much time left Hirou. How can I help?” It wasn’t as if she would be much of it, but extracting what data they could on the enemy would give this pain meaning.

She kept moving as she waited for a response from them, paranoia itching at the back of her mind. Of all her experiences on fields of combat this was by far the strangest, characterized by fits and starts. It felt wrong.

Or perhaps that was the fireball looming behind her. Exhaustion dampened the Force’s ability to warn her of her danger but it was the same exhaustion that saved her as, in her dash to evade at the very last moment, she stumbled and held on to a doorframe to remain upright. The majority of the fireball passed right by her, though as anyone who stood next to a roaring fire in their lives could tell you still singed her exposed left side fiercely. The extreme heat seized the phrik in her left arm, effectively making it useless until it cooled down.

She wasn’t sure she was capable of anything other than an act of mentalism. It would require the least from her.

That said, as she searched towards Elpsis’ mind - one she’d felt before, and therefore would have to spend less time grasping towards - there was the complication that she didn’t truly understand the way Elpsis’ ‘sight’ worked. Had she the luxury of time and energy she might have searched memories for the answer, or taken her time following pathways until she reached her answer. But instead she would have to be...messy.

Usually a surgeon taking pleasure in the precision of her work, she was barbaric now, attempting to slice at anything she could find to sever Elpsis’ form of sight. Or anything else really. Matsu didn’t care - it’s not as if she minded leaving behind something broken.

She kept stumbling towards the hangar. She and Elpsis had not made it all that far away before Hirou had parted ways with them, and Matsu had confidence her apprentice, Lok, and several fine trooper commanders would have control of the situation. Whether or not Empire reinforcements had made it in remained to be seen. It would be a joy to slaughter Elpsis in front of the Rebels.

Five minutes.

Elpsis Kerrigan · Jul 13, 2018

Gear: Phrik armour, lightsabre (both in sig), rebreather, ~~boltgun~~, Reaper Plasma Shotgun, sidearm.
Objective: Reunion. Mayhem.
Location: Some hallway behind the hangar.
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] (Engaging). Elsewhere: [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]. [member="Belphaegor"], [member="Lok Munin"], [member="Anden Fancelo"]
Allies elsewhere: [member="Cedric Grayson"]

They had reached the end of the road. The longer they fought on, the closer they came to mutual annihilation. In other words, much like the encounters between the Karishzar and the Haruspex had gone. There was a symmetry there. In how Elpsis followed in the footsteps of her adoptive mother.

Klaxxons howled, but she did not hear them. Nor did she hear the noise coming from inside the hangar. Her body was a mass of pain. Everything hurt. Her heart thumped insider her chest. Her ribs and legs howled in protest. She forced her body to obey, willing it to haste through sheer will.

The voice droning about impending system jump was like something from another world due to her deafness. All she saw was the retreating aura of the Dark Lady. She kept moving, pursuing her. Even though she barely had the energy to keep moving. Or just keep herself standing rather than feel over.

Inexorably, they were drawn to one another - and the Haruspex struck, as Elpsis channelled the Force inside her. If Elpsis had been more rested, perhaps she could have resisted the mental assault better. She had some skill in mentalism, not the least due to her biological mother and father, though she would not have been able to face a master of the art on equal terms.

However, she was not rested. Moreover, her energies were focused on offence. Thus the mental barrage broke through her walls. Elpsis' sight was based solely on the Force, for her eyes were useless. So it would not be severed per se, unless one cut her off from the Force. But there were other ways for the Haruspex' brute force assault to mess with her - and that it did.

The assault began as a sharp, awful pain inside her skull. Like a white-hot knife stabbing directly into her brain before carving down to slice through it. The knife exploded, sending countless shards flying in every direction. With her mental walls shattered, Elpsis was painfully aware of the swirling emotions in the hangar. She felt the pain of those who had been roasted by the fire tornado on both sides. Fear, anger, anguish, hatred...all these emotions flooded her. A horrible chorus. It was too much to bear. One could compare it too drowning in a flood. Her head hurt. It was like a thunderclap inside her skull.

She tried to keep moving, but her motions were jerky and her limbs convulsed, as if she were suffering from a seizure. No, no, I'm not weak. I'm not weak. All her energies were focused on one thing: Unleash some of the pain. As much as possible. The attack she had been preparing was unleashed as fiery energies erupted from her. One last assault. A charring AOE wave of flame swept towards Matsu. Elpsis could not target with precision, but given the nature of the assault, she did not need to. Enough heat to mess with metal and incinerate someone inside it.

Elpsis would not get to see what effect her attack might or might not have. Oversome by sheer exhaustion, she collapsed upon the hard ground, causing a loud thud in the process. She was spent. Drained. For good or ill, she had done her part in this fight.

Tabigarashu Madara · Jul 13, 2018

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)

Tiny claws flew over the equally tiny pad that the Nezumi had spliced into the Acerbitas's system from behind the bulkhead. Straight into wires that routed to the data core, Hirou focused unerringly on their mission. But there was so much data here! So much information. There was no way for them to parse through it. There was no time to comb through and cherry pick only what they needed. Hirou mulled, trying to decide on the right course of action. At the seven minute mark, they had enough time to abandon this, pack up their tools, and make it back in time before the ten minute window was up. Plenty of time to get away with the others. But then all of this would have been for nothing.

Nothing but blood and bodies.

Hirou believed in sacrifice. There were no great deeds without it. But the Nezumi did not believe in needless sacrifice. That was wasteful and pointless. Leaving now.... it would make all of this in vain. But what-

Their comm unit blinked, Matsu's voice reaching them. Hirou's eyes widened.

They knew what they had to do.

"I am sending a tight beam data upload directly to your comm, Matsu," the little voice squeaked, low and hurried as paws moved to make it so.

On the other side of the bulkhead, Hirou heard muffled voices.

"What's going on?"

"Someone is accessing the ship's logs, Sir. I have a location, but they must have sliced that too because it says they are here. But that doesn't make any sense."

"No, security in this sector hasn't been breached. They must be doing it remotely and leaving a false trail. Lock them out of the system."

Hirou's ears flicked back, eyes focusing on the data pad as the information coming through started to shift.

"Nope nope," they murmured, changing the slicing subroutines to evade the code being fed into the system. It would have worked if Hirou had been accessing it all remotely, but tapped into the hardline meant that Hirou had that back door entrance. For now.

The Nezumi's mind raced. If they left, even with the transmission going, it was inevitable that the people in the hub would figure out what was going on and lock it down before all of the information had been uploaded. But if they stayed..... they would be able to keep evading, actively slicing rather than leaving the passive upload. Hirou breathed in deeply, a little shaky for a moment.

"I'm on my way back to you," Hirou hit the comm again. They lied without hesitation to Matsu in that moment. If they told her what was happening, she would come. And there was absolutely no time for that. Not and for her to get off of the ship as well. Determined, Hirou made a choice.

"Get back to the transports, I'll be there."

They watched the data flow, from the data hub to their pad and out to Matsu. If they could keep avoiding the counter measures, it would be done in.... four minutes.

Just in time.

Five minutes.

Dante Sotari · Jul 13, 2018

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 |

Damn straight she didn't let him finish.

This was no duel of ideologies. No Jedi facing down a Sith and trading quips and platitudes. For a non-Force user faced with a Forcer, there was nothing but survive. Dante had been trained in the Commonwealth, and then in the Empire. This wasn't a play time for the Alexandrian born human. She'd seen too many people die in battle, good soldiers, to treat it like a game.

Her shots dropped him, and she whirled as soon as he started to go down. Activating the helmet comms, she subvocalized over the squad's comm frequency.

~Really hope ya'all have finished setting those charges by now.~

The voice that responded was calm, but there was an edge to it. ~Just about, but there are some.... unexpected issues.~

~Like what?~

~The station itself.~

~..... say again?~

~The station, Ma'am. It's-~

She never did hear just what the station was doing. The catwalk rippled, but where it had come from she never did see. The swipe at her legs took her full on, and she dropped hard- the shift of the catwalk itself changing the angle of her fall. The Legionnaire's helmet slammed against the railing. The interior comm snapped between her head and the inside of the helmet, the impact leaving her dizzy as she hit the catwalk hard.

The message that never came through was one that Jairus Starvald would get moments later from another member of the team. It was why the catwalk had rippled beneath her feet, why it would keep swaying for no reason as Aten approached the armored form slowly getting her her hands and knees.

The Station knew.

It objected.

And it intended on taking out its objections on those within it.... those seeking its destruction.

Kalyn Tal'verda · Jul 13, 2018

Lyra had a way of getting out of things, however this was not one of those times, she hated being forced into confrontations but little did she know she would not have a choice on the matter in this occassion. She was almost certain she would come across resistance, however she was not expecting two powerful force users and their fair assortment of security officers. That was later, for now she was just running.

She had an incomplete map and no knowledge of the ship she was in but that had never stopped her before, less so for her compatriots. They needed careful planning and well thought out strategies, that is how they beat the skill and numerical disadvantages they faced, they could not compete with the Sith, but they sure could try to out-plan them. "Play Smart" is what they call it. Lyra however, thrives on chaos. The more chaotic a situation the more calm and collected she appeared. It was almost like she fed off the chaos. This wasn't literal obviously, that would be weird.

The other squads called in saying that they had been trapped within their sectors by the ships security measures, they wouldn't suffocate obviously, they had oxygen masks, they could last well over 24 hours without needing refills, however they would not be getting anything done either, and without any sort of proffessionally made charge designed to blow through bulkheads they would not be doing much to get through it. That is how a conventional person would think, Lyra was far from conventional.

Each of the crew had two cutting torches, the fuel for these torches was straight tibanna gas, highly explosive, and highly cheap. The instability was offset by costs and ease of acquisition, which when you don't have military supply lines is incredibly useful. Liquid tibanna gas was legendarily explosive, even in small quantities, and it just so happened they had quite a bit of it.

Lyra instructed the men to duct tape the canisters from their cutting torches to the bulkheads that trapped them and then from an incredibly long distance, shoot the thing with a blaster. Worst came to worst they caused another hull breach and also escaped that sector, best case they just blew through the door. The rapid decompression was not an issue for the rebels, they were well prepared for 0g and no atmosphere enviornments, maybe not so much for the security forces.

Now that that problem was taken care of Lyra could get back to her objective, the rumbling of the ships hull letting her know that the other crews were getting back to work, there was one snag though, the large group of security forces around the corner along with two sith and a witch. Fun.

Lyra began to think quickly, cybernetic enhancements allowed her to think and move much faster than usual. She ripped a smoke grenade from her belt, pulling the pin in the process. She then tossed it down the corridor before scouting for some sort of way out. She would most likely be getting shot right now, her coat was made of armorweave so the blaster bolts would be mostly absorbed, lightsabers not so much.

She quickly drew two knives and sent them at supersonic speed at the Sith Lord and the Witch, they clearly looked more dangerous and more important, Hopefully that would distract them enough for her to do something. Spotting a vent above her, Lyra threw a knife right at the latch, releasing the vent, before she herself grappled up into it, meanwhile she instructed the rest of her crew to scramble in any direction they could, they would regroup later as they got the chance.
She was dissapointed, she didn't even have the time to make a witty one liner, she would have to do it later.

Preliat Mantis · Jul 14, 2018

Location: MEH SWAMP

Allies: Solus

Enemies: Varex

Objective: Press On

If only Preliat's birthright hadn't stopped any of the Jedi's words from entering his mind. But he stopped the oncoming soldiers from simply turning Preliat into a pile of fancy beskar plating. The Wolf cocked his head at the Jedi. The Jedi didn't press the attack. Preliat was giving him, at the least, the benefit of the doubt that he was just tired. But he sensed it was more than that. Preliat wasn't even aware of the Jedi's attempts at talking to him. Epicanthix were never even aware of the presence of mental trickery with the force. If someone altered their physical appearance with the force- such as when the Jedi did earlier- but if they tried to use mental probing of any kind on Preliat- it would fail. Time and time again.

But Preliat didn't need to be an expert in alien body language to understand the Jedi before him. Preliat wasn't an enemy. He was an obstacle. He was simply in the way of whatever else this Jedi wanted to accomplish. But Preliat knew that look in his eye. The Jedi wasn't here to stop the ritual. Wasn't here to save the planet. Hell, he might not even been here to fight the Sith.

The Jedi was here for his own selfish, angry reasons.

Preliat knew that look.

Preliat walked over to the axe, turning his back to the Jedi.

"I know that look, Jetii. I know what you want to do here."

Preliat picked up the heavy axe like it was a paperweight on a fat guy's desk. He half-turned his head, towards him, and watching the approaching beasts.

"I had the same look in my eyes. And you know what it got me?"

The beasts came closer. Preliat turned away from the Jedi.

"Suffering."

The Wolf went, alone, to fight the beasts that were coming for him and the Jedi. He was giving the Jedi a chance to run unimpeded to his true fight. Preliat wouldn't stand in his way. He understood that anger. Understood that pain. Understood that rage.

Taeli Raaf · Jul 14, 2018

Location: Gree Space, Asation, Ancient Ruins
Objective: Unleash that which has Slumbered
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Darth Caecus"] [member="Luca Thorne"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: [member="Varex"] [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Avoim Oeymo"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

Equipment: Armor Lightsaber

"Asara imdjini ri dishi ati kurja, rizina ra ri Tsatota is Dras!"

The chant continued around, building upon itself, twisting and warping the dark side of the Force. The veil was thinning, it would not be long now. Even as she chanted alongside the other sorcerers and other Sith present at the ritual site, she started to shift her attention to activating the other parts of the spell. Summoning the creatures from beyond was only part of the process, controlling and enslaving them to the will of the Sith was the other. The lightning was striking all across the swamp and facility now, tearing open temporary portals to beyond.

Abominations, nameless and terrifying, were emerging, racing free from their prison.

"Chorzia ri taratatsa, wohmniyizi ri midwan iw nairi! Rizina anas dia tadti an ri waria iw ri Inamsi!"

Her latest spell, joined in voice by her Adepts from the Order of Shadows and other Sith, would further enhance and power the ritual. Red lines of energy snaking into it, and the storm above responded. The dark clouds crackled, roiling and changing color with deep reds and purples among the black. The lightning and portals created would shift, dark energies surrounding them and the creatures issuing forth. Any creature that passed through the aura would roar as red sigils, binding runes of the Sith language, would appear. Blazing across their flesh, burning into them and marking the creatures as servants of the Sith. The lesser abominations would now answer to commands in the Sith language, but she was still unsure if the spell would be enough for the Terror from Beyond.

She took a step back, breathing heavily as she prepared herself for the next part of the ritual when she felt the place where Varex and his men were. Yes, he would be perfect to catalyze the final steps.

"Bring the Vaemath to me, kill the spares. Their deaths will fuel the ritual further," she ordered.

'It shall be done, my Lady."

Zark San Tekka · Jul 15, 2018

Allies: TRA

Enemies: TSE

Ancient Gree Ruins

Raider Company

"For the Alliance!"

A sleek form in ebon plated armor sailed past [member="Valkren Calderon"], embedding her vibroblade into a Sith Legionnaire charging at the Antarian Colonel's position. Straddling the body of her fallen enemy, Aril swung her carbine around from where it was slung on her backplate, unleashing a sweeping series of precise blaster fire that cut down stormtrooper and reanimated dead alike. They didn't have the proper equipment or conditioning for this environment, and they were comparatively small in number, but all across the Rangers' battleline elite commandos reinforced key strategic positions.

"Major Pyn, GADF Marines!" was all she offered to Colonel Calderon by way of introduction, firing her carbine from cover, "Thanks for the guide!"

SpaceOps Marines were fanatical killing machines, but they were in their element out in the black. It had taken them time to traverse such difficult surface terrain, and the major had been delayed even further when one of the New Jedi Order Inquisitors had commandeered her company's only squad of Venom supercommandos with little in the way of explanation. Down her best men, Pyn could do nothing save press on. They had lost more the swamps, but their ranks were bolstered somewhat by the survivors from Vonrskr Company.

"We need to break through their line!" the Sullustan officer shouted at Valkren, ducking back out of sight to fluidly reload her weapon with a fresh power pack, "Lotta high value evil wizards in them there ruins."

Ritual Site

Venom Assault Squad

We are close. I can feel it.

It had been bloody work making it this far. Varex's illusion work was enough to shepherd them safely past the Sith Legionnaire's front lines, but trained Knights and Sithspawn abominations were more difficult to fool. Instead, the team he had selected had gone for a more direct approach. Venom supercommandos were the very best SpaceOps had to offer, single squads which drilled together relentlessly and specialized in high priority missions behind enemy lines. With a Vaemath Jedi Knight shielding them, they had ruthlessly carved a path to [member="Taeli Raaf"].

"Not close enough," as soon as the Sith Knight stepped into view Varex recognized her ambush for what it was, "Our master knew you would come. She knows your mind...and your heart."

She is no master of mine, Varex's eyes narrowed, shadows dancing across an otherwise expressionless face from the azure glow of his gauntlet's activated kyber blades.

"A pity," the Rattataki's sultry smirk curled into a predatory snarl, "Take him. Kill the others."

WelshPsych · Jul 15, 2018

Location: Gree Ruins
Allies: [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | @Other Rebel Folks
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | Darth Prazutis | @Other Sith Folk
Objective: Keep Allyson safe

Listening to Allyson, he decided to let her take the lead. This Sith Emperor was definitely a bigger deal than Yuroic first realised, Allyson seemed terrified of the man but he couldn't think why. While this man was likely powerful and dangerous, there seemed to be something deeper to her fear. However, Yuroic knew that it was not something to think on during this moment. Now, in this moment he had to focus something serious and dangerous as this mission, this exact moment in the mission.

Remaining hidden, he watched as Allyson took her shot at the Sith Lord. Yuroic silently chuckled to himself as he watched Allyson take a shot at the Emperor's crotch. A painful area for a Sith indeed, Yuroic pulled the drawstring of his bow as he aimed carefully. He didn't need to hide himself in the Force, the amount of Force that was full in the area and his connection with it was solely to the Light, he was as much one with the Dark Side as he was with the Light.

Taking a deep breath, he waited, waited for the perfect shot at this Emperor. He couldn't wait longer as Allyson needed his help if she was going to face him in melee combat. He would need her help too, they would be stronger as a team than he would be on his own. Breathing out, he fired his Force resisted arrow. The shaft made from voidstone and Taozin skin, making it hard to detect and harder to block with the Force. His aim was for the upper back, straight at the Emperor's heart, if the Sith Lord had one.

Darth Prazutis · Jul 15, 2018

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Location: Gree Space, Asation, Ancient Ruins
Objective: Unleash the Darkness
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Darth Caecus"], [member="Luca Thorne"], [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: [member="Varex"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], [member="Avoim Oeymo"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Kahne Porte"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Equipment:

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He could feel everything.

As the ultimate tether between two spells he could feel his children of undeath kill and devour, they were a wall of death that drew their enemy ever closer, ever deeper. Those who were caught too far out even just a little were devoured their frantic screams drowned out over the shrieks of the undead. To feel each lasting moment, to see the light fade from their eyes just one last time as oblivion set in. The agony made him stronger and more undead continued to rise.

But the ritual was another animal entirely.

As part of the control process he sliced open his arm and bled what looked like blood, in the form of black ichor into the ritual circle that sizzled and glowed brightly. It would bind the Zambrano to the ritual, connect him to the great Lotek'k that slumbered and it would break before his will along with the malefic spell woven by the Lady of Secrets. Through the breaches that began to open up he could feel a black rage, a rage that crawled across his skin. The ritual swirled the darkness like a maelstrom but on the other end of the void it was like a massive battering ram, a cataclysmic event like some colossal titan shaking the foundations of it's world, grabbing the slumbering Lotek'k, waking it from its prison and dragging it through a great breach that worked on forming.

The horrors had begun to emerge from smaller portals all over the complex each one having the runes and sigils of the sith burned into its skin, binding them to the wills of the Sith Lords. These abominations were brutal, terrifying, they hungered for all life simply because of its presence in its vicinity and only the binding spell would keep these terrifying horrors from slaughtering everything that moved. Carefully the Sith Lord joined back into the chanting with a rather unique section of the ritual empowered by the ancient black speech of his ancestor Solomon the Black, it wove perfectly with High Sith incantations and thrummed with otherworldly power. The Shadow Hand's voice shook the earth and the very incantation was disturbing to the ears.

"កន្ត្រាក់ស្បៃវាំងននបំផ្លាចរបាំងនៃភាពជាក់ស្តែងហើយបំភ្លេចសត្វដែលបានបំភ្លេចយូរមកហើយ"

Immediately following the words of his incantation their was a violent crack, a horrific disturbance of the force. The spell was not subtle and it violently smashed, shattering several barriers between this world's reality and the void that locked away the great Lotek'K. The darkness began to gather into a great swirling vortex as the ultimate portal would begin to take shape. The nameless abominations flooded through this great vortex each one shrieked violently as runes were burned into their very skin their foreheads emblazoned with the symbol of the Sith Brotherhood. They were given simple commands by their masters, to hunt down the allies of the light and destroy them. All that was to be left standing was the men and women of the Sith Empire.

Arage Bao · Jul 15, 2018

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

He glanced back to her.

At Thyferra Luca had not given Kith a choice. She had been unconscious, wounded for saving him, and Luca had made the decision to not search for Sith medical assistance. Seeing exactly what the Empire and the Dark Lord had done to her (Burn them all) it had been a no-brainer. Kith had stayed after that, but this? This was different. Both their eyes were open and they knew that the decision here could potentially change everything moving forward.

The Thirriken had always been a voice of reason, but would he understand this?

Would he look away?

"Done." Luca agreed with a nod before focusing back on the terminal. Fingers moving fast as they sliced into the system again. The alarms throughout the city held strong, diverting attention away from [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Taeli Raaf"] and all the others working on their sick ritual. There was no hesitation anymore. His loyalty was to Kith, to himself, to their conscience and this... this was not something that he could accept. "He might hunt us down." Luca murmured to Kith as he worked.

He knew that Carnifex could turn this into his own advantage as well.

A terrorist threat would draw away the civilians, but they would bring in military, police enforcement, whatever Asation's capital city had left. Either they would track down Carnifex, adding to the onslaught against his ritual... or the ritual would succeed and the Horror From Beyond would have a rich bounty.

Lips contorted into a frown.

They would all be slaughtered... and with their forces crushed? It would pave the way for the Empire to claim the world.

"No option is ideal here..." Murmured more to himself before the last button was hit. The alarm was raised high and would run throughout the entire law enforcement circuit of Asation. The evacuation would happen soon and at least here Luca would be able to say he did what he could. "We need to go, now," He suddenly said, realizing that intrusion had set-off an alarm somewhere in their systems. Security forces within the building would already start to converge towards them.

It would take time for them to figure out what Luca had done-- still enough time for those people to evacuate.

But they needed to get out.

Jairus Starvald · Jul 15, 2018

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"]

Those who fought a mentalist often found themselves questioning things.

Reality itself more often than not.

The moment that Romi had rolled out of his hands, her attention elsewhere, Jairus had split himself. An illusionary left to chat with Romi, while the real Sith Lord repositioned himself a few steps to the left and back. When the attack would come from her, he would be in a prime position to strike while she was off-balance. The comms chirped into existence in his ear and it alerted him to the new development. The shipyard itself was arraying against them.

"What do you me-" The subdermal communicator relayed half of that message before two things happened.

Romi launched herself into an attack against his illusion. Jairus smirked and began to step in, moving for the kill. Every step was decisive, deliberate and precise. Except that that was the exact moment when the Sith received his answer to the unfinished question.

Not from his men.

But from the shipyard itself- a tendril reshaping itself behind him and lashing out. It hit him in the shoulder, made him stumble right as Romi launched her slash. Rather than avoid it completely and moving in with a finishing counter, Jairus only barely managed to avoid being impaled by the ignited lightsaber. Its tip, plasma hot, scorched through the edge of his shoulder. The scent of burning flesh in the air as she danced back and Jairus growled in pain.

"I prefer to dominate." Jairus answered to her between clenched teeth. "Unless the right woman comes 'round." A hiss there, the smirk pained, while he tried to keep an eye on both Romi and the host of tendrils slowly rising from up the floor and around them.

"My turn."

Just as the Jedi Knight would launch into a second salvo of blurred slashes, his hand would flick to the side and kinetic force would slam into her from the right. If hit it would dash her against those same tendrils.

The Lurking Presence · Jul 15, 2018

ENEMIES: TRA | [member="Cedric Grayson"] (Disengaged - Cease Fire in Effect)
OBJECTIVE: Evacuate the Acerbitas

When finally, Belphaegor had become eclipsed from the scrutiny of gazing eyes, the Sith allowed himself a moment of hesitation. Pause that found his body leaning against a wall webbed with a network of fissures and cracks that extended down it's entire length; sparks weeping suddenly, and frequently, from a a slew of it's surface wounds, telling a story of damage that extended far within it's sub-structural systems.

A tale that mirrored his own.

In the view of the Legion, he had allowed only the whisper of his ache to manifest at his exterior. Alone. He felt every agonizing cramp. His right hand was charred, pale flesh made obsidian; as he held the arm bent across his abdomen, glaring down upon it, he flexed it's fingers with a distressing hiss. Skin peeling around knuckles that bulged through the blackness, white and bloody, with a sigh of sound that was equal parts crisp and crackling.

His eyes were blurry, his face burnt red and hair singed. His body stippled with abrasions, Robes torn through, durasteel lances jutting outward from a dozen punctures; one of which had struck his groin, very nearly gelding the Maenan. His tongue felt coarse, hairy, as he pressed it along cracked lips. So dry.

More importantly, so little time remained before the Acerbitas was meant to abandon the System.

Dispatching the misery to the back of his mind, Belphaegor urged himself onward; limping further and further down the Hall he knew [member="Matsu Xiangu"] and [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] had taken off through. Destruction entombed this Corridor, walls fractured from both the Battle of [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] and his Master and the discharge of Missiles that had taken Flight with frightful glee from the Hangar Bay.

The Sith Knight was entirely confident in the Lieutenant, [member="Anden Fancelo"]. Also, trusting that even broken and exhausted, if it came to it, their Mercenary Ally [member="Lok Munin"] would find the strength to equally indemnify the Will of his Sith benefactors if push came to shove.

Further,

further. . .

Belphaegor was finally drawing near the pull of his venerated Master, the scenery changing from wounds of War, to those of Darkness as he came upon a stretch of Interior Hall that had been rendered down to grains of sand. She was near! He could feel that vile horror of her terrifying calm settle sickeningly at the back of his throat. Just. A few. More. Steps. The tattered man begged of his weakening legs, as each dragging stride painted the floor red beneath him.

"Matsu?! Hirou??! " he rasped out loudly from withered lungs.

Five more minutes.

Fiolette Fortan · Jul 15, 2018

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

Ion Grenade x2 | Flash Detonator x1 | Thermal Detonator x1

The illusion worked until they were stopped by the Sith.

The 52nd rechecked their gear, and looked behind them, Captain Tarkin had worked with force users in the past. He stood a moment studying the space behind him and something wasn't right. He walked slowly forward toward the antechamber entrance. His boot hit something solid where nothing should be there. "Oh nice trick," he remarked, "Talons!" He shouted over communications and then turned and closed behind the assault squad. The Iron Talons who were so famed during Dubrillion trained weapons and fired on Tarkin's orders engaging the assault squad.

Fiolette could hear the fire fight ahead of her the squad with her moved. She turned behind her another moment to look at the ritual's process the chant had continued. An unholy chorus that filled the antechamber, twisting and warping with the dark side a thinning veil began to show as creatures continued to pour forth as the chatter from Sith Legionnaires spoke to this occurrence. And as she saw for herself the creatures that emerged bowing to their new masters in this realm, the continued spellwork from Taeli further enhanced the ritual. Lines of energy turned to glow bright red, as around them death spoke and fueled the ritual further each moment gave way to the next as more and more those who fell rose again. It mattered not who they were in life, for now, they hungered for the living, as Fiolette's attention turned toward the entrance where the firefight intensified. Darth Prazutis gave of his own ichor, as the encantation increased and as the Shadow Hand spoke the ground beneath them all began to shake.

In a last-minute switch she stowed her gun and brandished her vibrosword at this close quarters, guns would be pointless. A hand against the wall to keep herself upright and then a violent crack and her attention were turned once more. Eyes forward on the horrific sight before her, "by the balance..." Old Galidraan slipped from her lips. Whatever had remained between this world and the next were no longer. Abomination after abomination, horror after horror filled the chamber as their shrieks came together as a crescendo ascending toward the penultimate moment for when the beast itself would be here. Gathering herself, and steeling her nerves Fiolette reminded herself that this would be nothing. She gave the orders for the squad to pull back. They now stood quite close to where the adepts once stood, and the older woman gave one look over at Taeli Raaf before shifting her attention forward. Vibrosword brandished she stood ready to repel any enemy that dared to rush into the chamber.

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