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

[Judas of Vahl]

Exact Location: Somewhere in Gree space.
Allies: [member="The Slave"], [member="Julian Valentine"], The Rebel Alliance
Foes: [member="Nixia Amabilia"], The Sith Empire

They'd been sitting here for an uncomfortable amount of time. Nothing to do except wait for their seemingly inevitable demise, their attackers surging from hyperspace to assault their forces. The cell leaders had informed them of their pursuit, most likely from the Alliance's most recent excursion into Sith space. For such a small, loosely conjoined groups of freedom fighters, they sowed more chaos and fought harder than he imagined.

That was a good thing. Resistance wouldn't last long if you couldn't uphold its namesake.

When the first of the Imperials made contact, it was of no surprise to the Rebellion fleet holding its position. Stealth of all manners had been tossed aside in favor for more power diverted to weaponry. Less men staffed the sensor bafflers, more of them crewed heavy cannons or assault fighters. Frantic combat broke loose instantly, shards of green and red laser fire painted the dark void of space.

"I'm ready whenever you are," Judas mumbled to the silver-haired man at his side. The bridge offered a perfect view of the visceral battle erupting before them.

Proper nutrition had been consumed, armor had been donned, and then he went about lovingly feeding the blade in his hands. As steel carved past flesh and sinew, bright red blood snaked down its length.

He glanced upwards at a flickering. Cybele's avatar regarded him with an incredulous look.

"John, I think your friend hurt himself."

Judas scoffed, wincing at the pain. "It's not that bad. It doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"Oh, a masochist. Wonderful! Where do you find these people anymore, John?"

 

[WolfMortum]

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Objective/Location: En-route to Gree.​

Starship: Raider Class Assault Cruiser.​

Supporting: The Rebel Alliance.​

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"Are you in danger of becoming a good man...?".​

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Veiere was a man of many mistakes and great failures, a man of experience more negative than otherwise; yet somehow there were still those whom remained loyal to him, whether or not they regarded him in the same light that a friend would. Thus far his time in exile had given the fallen Master of the Force not but time to think and reflect upon the past, doing little to actively counter the decisions he had made and the consequences that had come because of them. Exile was his way of hiding his shame from those around him and seeking to find peace in the Force if nothing else. It was however the call to war that had come from Gree, the recent stories of fighting between rebels, the Sith Empire and the Dark Lord of the Sith, [member="Darth Carnifex"] himself who had chosen to blockade and make life difficult for Veiere's estranged wife that ultimately brought the man back into the spotlight.

Vikras Ansion stood at the front of the bridge of the Assault Cruiser, the last of the vessels Veiere had meant for a new cause, another example of his failed past. Those aboard were little more than a skeleton crew, manning the vessel and priming her for entry into battle. Beside the grim faced Admiral, stood the Exile himself, Veiere whom adorned no armor but his Robes and the company of his Lightsabers, weapons that had not seen action since the sacking of Deneba.

"Are you certain this is what you want, Veiere" the Admiral and a very old friend turned to glance to the former Jedi with a look of concern; "Our numbers are not what they used to be and you've not seen combat in a good time now".

"I am asking much of you, I know..." Veiere replied as the stars streamlined passed the viewing platform ahead of the officers all working overtime to compensate for the lack of a full crew; "But there are people there that need us". Naturally, he didn't wish to explain the latest appearance of [member="Aten Ramses"] and [member="Romi Jade"] upon Commenor; nor the news that the young [member="Cedric Grayson"] was also involved in the affairs in the northern territories. In the darkness, he had lost his way and the light remained out of reach, he uncertain that is might not even be his place anymore.

"The Sith are not known for their mercy and we're not even close to peak capacity here. I didn't want to have to mention this...-But the men fear this is a suicide run" the Admiral spoke softly so that their conversation wouldn't travel the bridge. "We're going to be severely outclassed if the Rebels don't have an armada of their own-..." his words were cut off as Veiere's grip found his shoulder and replied; "Just get me to Gree...-What you do from there on is for you to decide...-You don't owe me anything".

In the Admiral's mind he agreed, though Vikras hadn't come out of duty but as a favor and need to watch over an old friend. Veiere had made certain of his rise through the military power that the Systems Alliance had offered, and then on to Rannon where he had gained a fleet of his own and a new life in a quieter corner of the Galaxy. The old fool of an Exile however was once again getting himself into trouble out of guilt for the past and if Veiere wasn't careful, he'd wind up getting killed. Vikras couldn't help wonder if that was part of the plan, as much as he hated to think on such a thing.

"No, we will do what we can..." Vikras concluded aloud just in time for the stars to suddenly warp back to their solitary positions and already the sights of war were upon them.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Gree Space, Asation, Ancient Ruins
Objective: Unleash the Darkness
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: Rebel Alliance, The Light

A civilization that stood the test of time.

Gree Space was filled with ruins from a forgotten age when this rarely understood people were one of the galaxies biggest powerhouses alongside the Infinite Empire. Even after thousands of years the inventions of the Gree were still a mystery to even the galaxies smartest scientists. This wasn't the first time the Sith had set their eyes on the worlds of the Gree, and from those events the dark side still lingered over the choking humidity and heat of the swampy world of Asation. After thousands of years the vegetation in the deepest areas of the swamp had overtaken everything, layer after layer became so thick it created in areas an impassible natural shield against intrusions of the air. Deep in the swamp shielded by one such natural shield sat a particular set of ruins that drew the eyes of the highest echelon of the Sith Empire, one where a hypergate stood within a closed off ancient complex that had long since been sealed.

A plan was conceived.

Intelligence was gathered through the expansive networks employed by the Sith Empire and an elite strike force assembled. When the invasion of the world began a sizeable force of Phi-class Heavy Dropships cut through the atmosphere a distance away from where the fighting raged, almost far enough to be ignored. A series of advanced transports specially configured landed first unleashing into the ravenous swamps a horde of sith spawned terrors: swarms of wasps, horde mothers, and worse of all rathtars. They were set loose into the swamps and commanded by their Sith masters to kill anything that moves with jamming technology in place blanketing the area to prevent any calls for help from any wayward hunters or woodsman that might've been caught in these dangerous swamps against this advanced wave that would pave the way against any indigenous creatures.

The second wave brought forth battalions of the elite Blackblade Guard under Major Tiamat, as well as groups of cultists, sorcerers, and other elite attendants handpicked. These legionnaires ventured into the battlefield of the swamps as sith brought monsters battled indigenous beasts of the wild, the screeches of Rathtars echoed through even the most dense areas. Once they reached the complex and it was secured technicians worked to bring power while fortifications were brought online and vegetation within the halls were burned away and fortifications were being erected. All for what sat just on the other side of a large blast door at the back of the complex. A large dormant hypergate.

Then they came.

Aboard the Midnight the black command shuttle was utterly invisible to virtually every method of detection cutting through the battle scarred skies and landing just within a clearing located in the swamp itself. A dry raised area well hidden and set off a ways. The ramp dropped and out stepped the Shadow Hand himself. "In ages past there was a great fight here for what lurked wwithin what sits in front of us. A great treasure lost to time."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Location: Gree Space, Asation, Ancient Ruins
Objective: Unleash that which has been silent
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
Enemies: The Rebel Alliance [member="Varex"]

Equipment: Armor Lightsaber

Curiosity had always been both her greatest strength... and weakness. As those who knew her could attest to, she was always striving to learn something, to further some experiment, out of an academic curiosity to see what the end result would be and what would come after. Case in point was the operation taking place on this day. Gree space held an endless amount of mysteries, long forgotten by the Gree themselves, the technology and secrets held tightly by the past. But stories had continued, whispers and rumors that had survived the ages and had led the Sith back to this world.

Yes, crushing the Rebels was paramount, and what she, the Emperor, and the Shadow Hand planned to unleash here would do exactly that. Her eyes opened, her breathing steadying out as the shuttle she had commandeered descended to the planet below. Distracted as she might have been at the moment, and who wouldn't be, she still felt it. After all, she had helped design him and his still foolish brothers and sisters. She smiled, well for two reasons. In the Force, her darkness would reach out to tease him, the Inquisitor she had sent to die on Lothal and his friends.

"Whatever happens today, whatever you see, just stay close to me," she said to the redheaded admiral with her. Fiolette wanted to be on the ground with her this time, and this might be... rather dangerous for her. She shouldn't worry, but she did. Fiolette was capable herself, and the armor she had would be sufficient... she hoped.

As their shuttle touched down at the landing site, she made sure her armor was secured and her lightsaber in check. The Shadow Hand and the Emperor would be seeing to the defenses for the ritual, but she had also brought some of her Order of Shadow operatives and sorcerers to help with the ritual.

"Time to reclaim that treasure, my Lord," she said in way of greeting as she descended the ramp with Fiolette.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

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

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Eyes closed, head tilted to the ceiling Aten sat within the confines of the dropship, out of everybody gathered Aten appeared as the calmest one. His golden blonde hair flowing freely down his shoulders where it came to a stop near the upper portion of his back. Dressed in the closest thing to armor he possessed Aten was as prepared as one could be for war. During the attack onDubrillion he’d been nothing but an anxious padawan, scared, terrified by the thought of war, death, how naïve Aten had been. That naivety stripped away by the harsh realities of the galaxy. It was foolish to think one could sit on the sidelines preaching peace and the light, and others would follow. That by showing mercy he’d be granted kindness, kinsmanship. The galaxy simply didn’t operate in such a way.

“Aten hurt?” Came the soft, calming voice of the spintiri crystal housed within Aten’s saber. The saber Aten himself had built with the aid of not only his master but all those around him who provided aid. [member="Veiere Arenais"] providing the Heart of the Guardian, Romi providing the Spintiri, and [member="Adrian Vandiir"]. Though the latter having not purposely.

“No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” Aten answered his eyes glancing down to his right appendage the fingers flexing. When he’d first lost his right arm Aten couldn’t comprehend living without it. He’d truly lost a piece of himself in his bout against two of the most infamous bounty hunters in the galaxy. The Morellian would never forget what they’d done to him, nor would he bear a grudge. They’d simply been doing what they knew best.

“Then why sad?”

“It's not that I’m sad Kol, its that I’m tired.” Aten would resemble a madman to those housed within the dropship alongside him and Romi as the crystal spoke directly into his mind. At one time he’d only been able to communicate through projecting feelings to the crystal, the amplification of other crystals the Heart provided somehow strengthen the bond between Aten and the Spintiri bonding them in life, death, and whatever lay between.

Eyes opening as Romi passed Aten rose to his feet, the Morellian taller than his master, his presence in the force radiating due to the saber at his hip. Turbulence jostled the vehicle on approach, Aten looking down to Romi. “I’ll be with you this time.” On Dubrillion the youth had split up from his master leaving her to face the minions of the dark, how they’d rise to test her and Coren. This time Aten would be at Romi’s side, fighting alongside her as he should’ve been before.

With a hiss,and whir the doors slid open, the padawan kicking off the floor shooting out of the ship, him and his saber one with each other, resonating on a frequency only other force users would possibly understand. A single thought was all it took, the Azure blade coming to life. A second thought and the saber instantly shifted growing in size, the plasmatic blade now a bronze color.

 

[Koda Fett]

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OBJECTIVE: ​Secure Gree Technology
ALLIES: ​The Sith Empire, [member="Darth Saarai"]
ADVERSARIES: The Rebel Alliance, [member="Amea Virou"]

Hours ago on Nar Shaddaa...

"Y'ever wonder which one of us is the faster draw?" Ailyn inquired as her feminine figure rapidly thrust a blaster pistol upwards, the barrel staring down the forsaken ecumenopolis. Standing just before two sliding doors that led to a balcony, which seemingly overlooked the entirety of the Smuggler's Moon. Ailyn's head rolled over her shoulder, part of her messy yet styled blonde hair concealed her face, and she blew a kiss.

Fett hated that last part. "No." He replied, certain that he knew the answer to such question. Even if it was said in jest. His lean and muscular figure lounged across some couch, his armour neatly piled not too far away, and of course with his weapons within reach. A dead-pan expression clear across his face, finally without that helmet. Ailyn may have been one of the only people to see him without it in a very, very long time.

She turned in her entirety, tilting her head to the left and staring with an apologetic grin. "You're no fun." She teased before attempting to continue, "We should ge-." It was at that point the Mandalorian's holocommunicator began to ring, and he cut her off within an instant, "Wait." He snatched at it, and left the room. Ailyn always did seem little disappointed when business came before her, but Fett struggled to keep her in check. That attachment she felt wasn't good for anyone, especially not a Bounty Hunter. Whether it went both ways or not, it was a confusing subject for Koda.

As the Mandalorian entered the room detached from the previous one, his hand ran over a switch that cause all artificial light to exit, consuming it with darkness. A holographic image of the Thirriken Sith Lord, Darth Saarai, appeared before him with a blue glow, just as he would on the other end. A conversation of business took place, albeit a brief one. Concluded with the simple words of, "I'll get it done." He always did.

When Fett came back through the door he was to find Ailyn within a fresh set of armour, a custom piece made for the fledgling bounty hunter. Maybe this is what got her into the big leagues.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Enjoying the view, waiting for prey...

Allies: [member="Judas Foster"] │ [member="Julian Valentine"]
Foes: [member="Ras Val'kor"] │ [member="Atlas Kane"] │ [member="Darth Arabris"] │ [member="Amun"] │ [member="Nixia Amabilia"]

Annoyance.

Ever since Judas had come aboard his ship, him and Cybele had been at each other's throats for some unknown reason. He had no understanding as to why, only that everytime he was near them it was this comment or that, one calling the other a ‘Hairless Dog’ while the other used the term ‘Overgrown Calculator’. It was all too much.

The Slave sat in his chair, rubbing his temple with eyes closed. His helmet rested in his lap, but his expression was a mixture of pain and annoyance; for more reasons than he cared to admit. Sure, he was annoyed by the excessively escalating drama developing between the meathead and brains to the operation, but something felt off. He wasn’t one to listen to thing like ‘The Force’, but he couldn’t shake this horrible feeling in his spine.

They’d barely made it out of their last excursion aboard a Sith dreadnought, despite taking over the AI. Their assault had been expertly done, but between a hard reset and the rising alarm of a hyperjump back to safe space, they didn’t have a choice but to jettison the remaining escape pods to provide some sort of cover. Luck is what saved them, not skill; but that's why they were here again, hoping to do the exact same thing and beat fate one more time.

If nothing else, they were good at doing the impossible. Judas, a renowned warrior who ran a fleet of force dead ritualistic warriors, and The Slave, a man heavily responsible for crippling the government of an entire nation, leaving it open for external invasion. The only other person missing, was Julian, the bounty hunter who didn’t know failure.

“If you two are done-”, he said as he opened his eyes.

“Tell Julian we’re ready.”

With that, he stood from his spot and took a few steps forward to glance over the battle that took place. They were still some distance from the fleets fighting, and he had no intention of fighting navally. No, his efforts would be to steal a ship or kill a lord.

Whichever came first.

“Judas…”, he said as he glanced to him from the corner of his eye. There was a moment of silence before he looked back towards the engagement over Gree.

“Nevermind.”

 

[Saris Aren]

"I am but a tool, means to an end, the sword and shield to the Dark Lord of the Sith." - Darth Arabris

Location: Aboard a transport
Allies: Sith Empire - [member="Atlas Kane"] [member="Amun"] [member="Ras Val'kor"] [member="Nixia Amabilia"]
Foes: [member="The Slave"] [member="Judas Foster"] [member="Julian Valentine"]


Never was there a time that Arabris questioned the orders of his emperor, not even today. It was the lively hood of the Empire that the dark lord wished, and so the Harbinger would make sure his emperor's wishes came true. The knight was not interested in personal rivalry, though he had created some on accident, nor did he care for personal interest in matters other than the concern of his lord. [member="Darth Carnifex"] spoke words, and those words gave orders and those orders gave Arabris life. Today, the Red Knight would carry out those orders, swiftly, and without hesitation: Bring the Slave back. Alive, or Dead.

Aboard the Crowstien, a Imperial transport, the Sith stood in the bay. Some of the workers that were allowed to stay on board watched from afar Arabris, clad in his red armor and holding his halberd, simply kept his hand on the Drakegator that had been "gifted" to him from a "friend". The monstrous reptile was in a laying position, curled up on a ball with it's tale wrapped around the body. Scales of a pale green and yellow reflected light from above, giving this female beast a soft glow. Neaby, a heating unit was being prepped, one fitted for the mighty lizard, and a rebreather being double checked for her.

Unsure of what he was supposed to do with this creature at first, Darth Arabris had spent some just starring at it while it starred back. Dromund Kaas was known to have hideous creatures, none pleasing to look at, but this reptile had earned respect, and admiration from the Red Knight of the Harbingers. He who was without friends, or companions, had now found one.

"Otep, may we find the traitor to the Empire today, and bring him to rightful justice before our Dark Lord. Will you give me strength to carry out the will of my master?" His voice was soft, and low so only the Drakegator heard him speak.

In response, it gave a softer growl, almost like a purr, as one large clawed foot reached out to give him a gentle grip around the leg. At any point, if this creature got angry, Otep could kill him, and the whole crew of the Crowstien.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Nihilus Class Dreadnaught "Acerbitas"
Allies: [member="Varas Ren"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Belphaegor"], Sith Empire and Allies
Enemies: TRA/Anyone who wants to duel
Equipment: Raiment of the Vigilant, Vader's Bane Lightsaber
Music: Darth Vader Theme (RO)

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"Resistance, Rebellion, Defiance. These are concepts that cannot be allowed to persist." - Darth Sidious​

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The Rebel Alliance, a name that he didn't expect to hear ever again. He had heard it countless times through the ages of history, as well as the name of others that could be called with it. The Rebellion, The Alliance to Free the Republic. But the Rebel Alliance of the Tingel Arm was more fitting for this incarnation. It had been only weeks within the end of the Great Galactic War, the Galactic Alliance the last Bastion of light within the Galaxy, was destroyed by the Sith who had infiltrated its rotting skeleton and the First Order that rose from the Unknown Regions. The Government had all but collapsed under the combined might of the two dark forces. The Sith and the First Order while opposites of the spectrum, with even two different Force Sects that could be considered Cousins, they still aspired to what it meant to be Imperials by paving the way for peace for all. With the Alliance end and the New Jedi Order all but destroyed, and what remained gone into hiding one would assume that there was no one left to challenge the two superpowers.

He was wrong, he should have known he could have been wrong. If he had learned through what history he could learn before the 400-year darkness, he had learned that there would be pockets of Rebellion, blinded by chaotic visions of anarchy, and more so by a twisted morality of what good and evil was. People would not go out quietly, even with the scattered remnants of the former GA and New Jedi Order out there. When he had read the reports of terrorist attacks, and even large-scale battles occurring in Sith Space, he couldn't have imagined. Kyrel Ren, Overlord of Ren had seen it all. He had played a crucial role in the Alliance Destruction from Kaeshana to sacking the Jedi Temple on Lothal. But nothing prepared him for the reports, he had dealt with Rebels of course. As the Enforcer of Ren under Sieger Ren, he had often made a statement to crush small uprisings, but this was unlike any other. Jaminere, Dubrillion, Rimcee. The reports he could get from the FOSB were alarming. These Rebels were more organized, and bolder then the ones he encountered. Most of all they were a threat.

They even had scattered Jedi among their ranks. That was just enough to gain his attention. Within days he was in contact with the Sith and was told to come aboard the ship the 'Acerbitas' to assess the Rebel threat. It was an imperative that any matter of Rebellion was crushed before hope could be restored, or what in reality was really called madness. For dealing with the Jedi and the rest of the Rebels he had recruited the new Enforcer of Ren, Varas Ren. Varas had been somewhat rebellious following the Ren reorganizing themselves, and her new position. This was why Kyrel had brought her with him so that this rebellious phase could be used to crush the insurgency that dare swallow the Galaxy in chaos.

Aboard a nearby Sith ship with their TIE Silencers in the Hanger. Kyrel waited as he watched from the view screens of the Sith fleet dropping into their targets, all the while he couldn't help but grin. The Rebels time had come, with one swift strike they would all be crushed. At least that is what Kyrel would like to think, for now, keeping an eye on his daughter and wondering if she could use the battle to betray him. He had hoped not, as he did not wish to take more than just an appendage from her, after all in some way he could say he loved the girl.

Then within moments the ship rumbled, and all he could do was try to retain his balance, the power flickered slowly. He gave Varas a commanding look as he stepped out, troopers and officers rushing through the halls, the alarms blaring and orders being shouted. Kyrel could sense an immense darkness come from the hanger, one that had attempted to amplify his rage, and his need to kill. He slowly made his way through corridor after corridor, before finally making it into a turbolift with the Enforcer. The pair watched as the turbolift made it's way down to the hanger to see a mix of the security forces, and Rebel units trying to infiltrate the hull. Kyrel gritted his teeth as he said aloud. "Fools it's time to take the fight to these pests," He said as the turbolift reached its destination.

He said as he boarded a transport ship, in with perhaps a dozen Sith troopers, in a way they were almost as similar as Stormtroopers, but they were still different. The transport ship it was launched straight towards the massive dreadnaught, narrowly avoiding laser blasts as it buried itself into the hull of the ship. Slowly the hull burned as he waited for the door of the transport to open, anticipation swelling.

The door sliding open, Kyrel activated Vader's Bane with a snap-hiss, the blade itself feeding on his rage, and returning it back to him tenfold reaching the perfect symbiosis between weapon and master. Kyrel deflected blaster bolts back at its attacker's, attempting to work in sync with Varas as more poured out, explosions already escalating in the hanger in the form of thermal detonators. Kyrel instinctively starting to cut down the soldiers near him, relishing their screams and fed off their pain, his eyes blazed with fury under his mask as he spoke in monstrous frustration. "Give me a real fight!"

 

[Amea Virou]

The camp grew silent after the radio report as people began to splinter off with an uncertainty that could be felt even without the force. There was something in their faces. Some of them were Sith world citizens and some others were anything but. Former Alliance members had knots in their stomachs with a distinctly worried expression on their lips. Some others simply seemed unsure how this would affect them. Yet the questions about what was going to happen with their find lingered on every single individual’s mind.

To Amea it was a chance at a third paycheck for a single job. That alone meant something was way too good to be true. Call it something quite literally in the air. There was some kind of balance somewhere out there, and the scales shifted way too heavy in favor of the dream. Where was the nightmare scenario? Where was the nuke dropping on their heads from on above high? Where was the thieves trying to take the goods from the team?

Something was going to happen and Amea just had to wait to see what it was.

“You’ve been quiet so far.” The quartermaster muttered and looked over at Amea.

“Huh?” She snapped out of her mood and looked over at him.

“The news,” He shrugged and looked over at the people. “You aren’t like them, you know. They’re worried out of their damn minds but you seem to be thinking about something else.”

“I gain nothing from worrying-” She was interrupted.

“So you’re the merc type? Only worry about your gains?” The quartermaster chuckled.

“No, I care about the things I can affect and change.” Amea glared at him for a second in frustration for having been interrupted. Yet that faded quickly as she shrugged right back at him. “I can’t change the fact that the Sith are here, but I can do my best to ensure it doesn’t affect us.”

“Well that’s one view, I guess.” The man sighed and took a seat behind his desk. “I probably shouldn’t keep you.”

Amea nodded her head in a goodbye and stepped out into the wasteland and the dig. The knot began to take shape in her stomach as well. Something felt wrong about everything that was going on in this very moment.

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Location: Gree, Ground
Enemies: [member="Koda Fett"], of the Sith Empire.

 

[Koda Fett]

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OBJECTIVE: ​Secure Gree Technology
ALLIES: The Sith Empire
ADVERSARIES: The Rebel Alliance, [member="Amea Virou"]

Present time on Gree...

The pittering and pattering of booted feet against the metallic interior of the Spear II became apparent to the Mandalorian once they departed hyperspace, leaving the white streaks behind them. "Finally." That same feminine voice from before was spoken from over his shoulder, ascending the stars- yet, this time it was muffled. As if she was wearing a helmet. "Are you gonna' tell me what we're doin' now?" A hint of annoyance behind those last few words, and rightfully so. Fett knew to focus on the smaller things on jobs like these, but Ailyn was sure to blow things out of proportion. Concealing grander information only prevented such a thing.

He didn't even offer her a glance, keeping his hands firmly planted upon the flightstick whilst occasionally flipping a switch or pressing a button. "Someone's excavating Gree Tech. We're stealing it." Fett replied firmly, nothing but seriousness within his voice. Surely that was to set the tone of how she should act. Ailyn had taken on a few goons on Nar Shaddaa, but that was nothing in comparison to what was coming their way. Or, better yet, what they were diving into.

Gree was an oddity to Fett, and he didn't even know much about the technology himself. That's not what he was paid for, so, as they flew into the atmosphere of the planet and Ailyn asked, "What's 'Gree Tech'?" He didn't have much of an answer, finding himself being quite truthful when he said, "I wasn't paid to ask those questions." At the very least, it satisfied Ailyn's curiosities. For now.

In time the Spear II touched down on the planet's surface, some ways away from the excavation site itself. They didn't want to be detected just yet. The two departed the ship within what appeared to be a mountainous range. It was a casual walk in the direction of the site. They were only miners, after all.

 

[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"]

The scale of the shipyards suggested one thing to everyone involved: none of them were as knowledgeable and all-prevalent as they might have hoped.

Even at the approach the dropship's sensors had been unable to make heads or tails out of the gargantuan construct. It was there. They could all see it, but as far as the sensors were concerned this was just a huge empty space with nothing in it. "We think ourselves the predators of the Galaxy, until something more ancient rouses itself from its sleep." Jairus murmured in response as the dropship entered the confines of one of the hangar bays.

"Time to put it back to sleep."

The hangars seemed deserted.

Empty, besides the automated processes all around them. Ships in half-states (weird, abstract angles that suggested aquatic beasts than sleek starships) being under construction without any supervision. "I gave you the opportunity to stop something that was clearly bothering you, Lieutenant." Jairus pointed out after acknowledging the other teams' status. They walked slowly, eyes peeled for any surprises. "It is hardly my fault you were unwilling to act upon said opportunity."

This is how it went.

She being a snarky arse that kept trying to push him, him responding in a fashion that enraged her. Even if she didn't show it.

Their walk took them to a large set of reinforced doors. Strange green metal that seemed to shimmer as they approached. The computer terminals....... were weird. The controls made specifically for the Gree, no known input to slice into the systems either.

"Think you can blow this?"

So much for the stealth approach.

 

[Amea Virou]

Enemies: [member="Koda Fett"], of the Sith Empire

Something felt so solemn about the way that the wind seemed to carry itself across the surface of Gree. Maybe it was the ancient memories of the civilization that once were. Maybe it was the thickening worry that spread throughout the camp as the minutes passed with each uneventful tick of the clock. Something was starting to feel very wrong about everything that they had just discovered and more than a few glances from the workers had shot out at the Gree engine as if to question if it was even real.

Amea approached it and knelt down by its side to poke at it. Like a dormant leviathan it could be awoken with the right touch but she wasn’t sure she could even understand what would happen. She wasn’t sure she wanted to understand. The tech in the engine was impressive and while the probing she had performed on her own was something she would marvel at she herself struggled to even comprehend the complexity of the machine. Almost as if the creators had known that someone would try and made it all as frustrating to try as possible.

Her knee remained resting against the ground as a hand gently patted against the metal of the engine.

“Do you think it’s going to work?” One of the workers approached her, the man with the radio. “I- I really hope we live to see the paycheck.”

“We will.” Amea smiled up at him and looked at the engine and its parts once more. “It’s hard to tell if it will work, but I imagine it will catch quite a sum from collectors or even museums as well.”

“Hm, I guess so.” The boy took a knee next to her. “It’s amazing it is even intact. Roland was right, this is a once in two lifetimes find.”

“Roland was also the one who said we should have found another digsite after two weeks of nothing.” Amea replied with a small grin.

“The man’s an idiot, but an idiot with heart.” The boy grinned back, his worry seemingly called by the woman’s own calmness. “I guess that counts for something.”

“Better be an idiot with heart than a-...” Amea stammered trying to find something that would have made her seem wiser than she was. “Than a…”

“Than a fool with a fat wallet?” The boy tried to finish her sentence.

Amea smiled at him. “Yeah, something like that.”

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

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Capital City, Gree​

Allies: TSE​

Enemies: Rebels​

Uplinked to: [member="Djorn Bline"] | [member="Khaji Ri'Had"]​

The small interlude of the real work was over. It was time.

Vestille and his fifty assigned Legionaries that had been running about Gree and acting like pestilence upon the population whilst dressed as Rebels all stopped as the metaphorical bell tolled. As communications suggested, the Sith armada and their passengers had started to mobilize across the board; Asation, Helska and Gree, those were the targets, the places of residence for the Rebel fleets that drifted idly in orbit. It was almost as if they wished to be hunted down and watch as their ships were torn asunder by the barrage of guns but alas, Vestille was not one to ponder on such matters or try and understand the Rebel's approach to the conflict above his head that was due to start any minute; he had his part to play. As his men from across the city started to regroup and move to meet with their commanding element within the industrial area he and his 'cell' had left their mark, it was clear that the intent and then some had been a reasonable success. Each cell reported back, confirming their targets had been hit; all with the intent that it'd make the Gree swing their views towards acceptance and cooperation with the Sith and create a casus belli against those that had sat above their planets loitering.

With the fifty or so Legionaries regrouped, a few had been killed during the clashes with Gree security forces and a couple more wounded, Vestille took to his tacpad after sliding the concealment from it as he'd start to broadcast on the secure operations frequency of the Saaraishash; specifically uploading his coordinates to each agent that had been on the ground during their recon of the planet in order to make regrouping that much easier. Meanwhile, his troops took to treating the wounded and, perhaps stranger still, burning the bodies of their fallen comrades. To Vestille, should the bodies have been left to investigation, they would have been identified and their affiliation within the Sith would have been brought to light. Perhaps to anyone else it wouldn't have mattered now that the Sith and their forces had now arrived in each of the systems occupied by the Rebels but to the Captain of a shock unit turned temporary black operations, it was paramount that no chances were taken.

As the bodies burned in the fires caused by their raids to ash, thus ensuring their cover wasn't to be thrown aside by later investigations, Vestille sent his message; "Agent Thumahra, reporting objective complete. Requesting status and coordinates of friendly assets to regroup. Stage two of our operation has begun."

 

[Onrai]

Gree Space
Allies: [member="Kor Vexen"] [member="Tehkyram"]
Enemies: [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]

The pursuit line sent basic hails to the Gehenna Fleet of Kor Vexen, indicating its presence within the system and friendly configuration - as well as to all other Sith and allied ships within the vicinity. As it currently stood, there were almost no enemy ships within the vicinity of the main planet - nothing in orbit, and nothing nearby. The Acerbitas battlecruiser was currently being boarded, but from her understanding, Vanessa knew the circumstances regarding the vessel were fine. If it began to fire upon the smaller ships she had in the area, however, things would begin to get ugly.

A Rebel support ship was detected in the area, but as it currently stood, there were no Rebel warships - no Rebel warships with the exception of the unidentified heavy cruiser class that had entered the system. It was of a design that was not known to be used by the Rebels - yet it was not broadcasting the IFF signature of a Sith vessel, nor that of its allies. For now the pursuit line was moving towards the unknown vessel, the Massassis firing off their beam weaponry at range as they aimed for the unknown vessel's engine arrays, their firepower joined by the few heavy ion cannons and solar ionization cannons the Carracks could fire from the front. The most effective means of ensuring the ship's demise would be disabling it within range of the planet's gravity well, condemning the ship to a collision on Gree's surface. If they managed to disable it in space, however, the entire circumstance would change - perhaps the vessel could be successfully boarded and taken back to Nathema for examination along with the Alliance ships currently residing there.

But if nothing came of it, Vanessa would have to redirect her fleet assets elsewhere.

Spoiler

Void Irregular Fleet
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Weapons | Subsystems
Pluton-class Battleship | Ablution​ | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Currently outside of battlefield)
Carrack II-class Frigate | Dominant​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Carrack II-class Frigate | Oculus​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Claw​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
​Massassi-class Corvette | Enforcer​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Thule​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Zeplin | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Crimson​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Talvira​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100

 

[Ras Val'kor]

Location: Training Facilities
Aboard: HIM Tempestus
Ally: [member="Garen Kalkat"]

"Again."​

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Iprotis could feel the heat rising off of his VP-9, the target before him a defective repair droid made firing range dummy. He envisioned this mere practice as a fantasy of wishing to physically kill what was left of Ras Val'kor. Iprotis' hand began to tremble slightly, and as he noticed this, he became irritable and utterly dissatisfied. A well of contempt.​

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How could he be so susceptible to physical drawbacks? Every measure taken has led to only lackluster results. The target still unattended to, even though the agent had requested it to be brought online to engage in a more life-like combat trial. ​

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"I SAID AGAIN-"​

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Interrupted by a lowly ensign, Iprotis turned towards the sudden intrusion of his private session. ​

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"And what... is this."​

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"You have been requested by Rear Admiral Kalkat to report to the bridge, please follow me."​

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From behind the visor of his helmet, he stared blankly yet with a cold embrace. No joy or sense of welcome could be felt from such a gaze, only an unease and dread. Iprotis approached the ensign slowly, yet calmly. No words, only a brief yet awkward silence before the Sithspawn complied.​

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"Lead the way."​

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Twirling his VP-9 with a bit of style, Iprotis placed it back within its holster at his right thigh. A steady, unshaken stride resonated down hall after hall, footfalls clicking against the floor as Iprotis drew nearer to his designated area. He made no small-talk with the young lad sent to find him, instead only expected him to keep up when walking.​

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Mere moments later, Iprotis arrived at his destination. His presence upon the bridge questioned, low chatter among the multitude of ship hands. Who was this? And how come they'd never caught a glimpse of him before? As mysterious as this was, they quieted themselves for fear of being singled out and made an example of.​

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"Rear Admiral."​

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Iprotis addressed the man plainly with a nod, almost in a monotone manner of speaking. ​

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"Your ensign was... most exceptional in his retrieval. Reward him as you see fit."​

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A snarky, almost condescending comment. The ensign in question standing just a couple feet away from the agent. ​

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"And what would you request of me, sir?"​

 

[Koda Fett]

OBJECTIVE: ​Secure Gree Technology
ALLIES: The Sith Empire
ADVERSARIES: The Rebel Alliance, [member="Amea Virou"]

Koda approached a lethal edge, standing upright as one hand clutched the strap of his Carbine's sling whilst the other folded the Rangefinder over his Visor. His vision enhanced in more ways than one, capable of cycling through all too many to see absolutely anything he required. Meanwhile, Ailyn approached it to, laying her figure down as a pair of Macrobinoculars were held before her Visor. The two watched the same things, but the information was absorbed in vastly different ways. He knew what was he looking at, and she just didn't. Too much enthusiasm mixed with inexperience was a dangerous concoction.

​This was already shaping up to be a mistake.

Ailyn couldn't be all to blame, however. In truth, this was Fett's fault. His own fame made her believe, his own instructions reinforced such a thing, and then he brought her along. Incapable of leadership, for he wasn't a team player. Exiled from Mandalorian Space, exiled from Clan Fett, there wasn't much left than this career, and it wasn't one that encouraged hospitality.

​Eventually, both Koda and Ailyn arrived at the border of the excavation site. Likely seen before being heard. Koda fired three shots into the air in an attempt to grab their attention, he moved to say something, yet found himself cut off, "Everybody out!" Ailyn took control in her own way. No words escaped Koda, though. She said what needed to be, and in the case they didn't heed her words? It was then that each zero on the end of Fett's pay check in exchange for his morality was displayed.

Violently.

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Allies: TBD

Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Belphaegor"], (probably more soon)

They had finally arrived.

Cedric watched as reports filed in from across the system relating to the emergence of Sith vessels. It had only been a matter of time before the Dark Lord brought the might of the imperial military to bear upon the alliance, but then the rebels had known that from the beginning, They had fought knowing well that the threat would come to them eventually - in a sense, it was an affirmation.

The alliance was a real and tangible threat to the imperial powers. Their efforts had born fruit.

"Commander Grayson, a boarding party has managed to make its way into the primary hanger bay," one of the deck officers shouted over his constituents. The knight's brow furrowed as he was torn from his thoughts, "That's bold of them," he mused, "But a smart move as well. If they take this ship, the fleet would be crippled. You've sent marines?"

The officer nodded, "Of course. The fighting's already started below."

Cedric rose from his command chair, "Then I'll join them. Captain Kurze has the bridge. Keep the imperials preoccupied while the evacuation continues."

The officer snapped off a salute as Cedric made his way toward the elevator. A live feed from the rebel battlenet informed him as to the status of the battle - the conflict was still new. Even still, Cedric was keenly aware of the bloodbath that would surely follow.

His mind lingered on such thoughts until the elevator came to a stop on the hangers' level. The knight's lightsaber came to life the moment the doors opened, bathing the halls in soft cyan light. Without any further hesitation, Cedric ran toward the sounds of violence from one of the hangers nearby. When he arrived, he was greeted by a scene of chaos.

The marines were fighting without discipline. Cedric felt a dark force creeping over their minds like a plague that spread from one man to the next. Some had already dropped their weapons in terror, and the knight saw one account of a man gunning down an ally that tried to keep him from retreating.

The knight extended his own influence to meet that darkness.

They have a mentalist.

Where the Sith bid them terror, Cedric gifted them with confidence. The Blade of Ruusan cleansed the minds of those closest to Cedric immediately. That influence spread slowly, combating whomever it was ([member="Matsu Xiangu"]) that sought to drive the men to insanity.
Some of the men remained beyond Cedric's influence, but those closer to him would find themselves saved from the mental assault.

Bolts came for Cedric immediately, and he wasted little time in batting them back to their points of origin. He stood at the front of his marines, an open challenge to whomever might have been causing the mental affliction, or anyone else that sought Jedi blood.

 

[Darth Caecus]

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

".... create a distraction. It is a poor use of your skills, but a necessary one. The Dark Lord and other elements will be working a ritual on Asation, and the last thing they need will be the eyes of the locals on them. Draw that attention to Satikan, using whatever means necessary. Collateral damage is acceptable, but try to keep casualties to a minimum. The infrastructure there is of use to us."

A few moments later, the holographic form of [member="Darth Saarai"] faded away, leaving Kith and Luca in quiet.

"I know you wanted to go farther away.... and I said no. I'm sorry, Luca." She looked up at him as she reached out to squeeze his hand.

This was why. While she had stepped away from the Empire, she had not turned her back entire on it. If nothing else because of her friendship with Tai Fa. He had given her a gift that she could never repay- the capacity to live a normal life. As normal as it was possible to. The order he had given just now? Was only that. There would never again be a Felucia. There would never again be a moment where an order given would force her to act, to move, to itch inside of her very skin and soul until she had no choice but to act upon it.

Luca knew, he had been there for all of it. He knew just how dangerous it had been. And how much their life together was owed to the leader of the Saaraishash.

The pair embraced, brief and tight. For a time, they'd lived.... almost normally. But if there was anything Kith had learned since her creation, it was this.

Peace is a lie.

"Now," she said quietly, "Where did you put my mask?"

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It was not difficult to come up with options. Honestly, there was no lack of choices for making large and noticeable distractions in the capital of Asation. As the pair traveled through the city toward their destination, Kith subtly manipulated the force. A sense of unease already existed in the populace, with the fleets clashing overhead, but Kith drew on it, tugging harder. Drawing that fear to keep looking up.

The pair kept to the shadows for now, heading toward the government buildings. Once there, Kith would guard Luca as he sliced into their systems- setting off false alarms across the city, forcing local law enforcement to keep their attention moving.

Two people could not keep the attention of the fleets above off of [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], and [member="Taeli Raaf"].... but they could keep the attention of the populace focused elsewhere.

 

[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, Carbine mode | Grenades- 2 Anti Blaster Smoke - 2 CryoBan - 2 Adhesive - 1 Flashbang | Explosives and timed detonators |

"Man you asked me to do something way above my pay grade just to kark with me and you know it," she muttered. Not quiet enough for him not to hear, just so that no one else could.

The plan of course had been to slice anywhere they were able to. The issue? The Gree were weird. As if the contents of the hangar didn't illustrate that enough- Dante felt like the ships were watching her and she hated it- the way the terminals were set up... not simply not made for human anatomy, but not made for a human mind. It was like looking at the physical manifestation of the sound suckered tentacles made on a wet surface.

So far, Dante hated everything about working for Starvald.

"Yeah I can blow it," she confirmed, setting to work to do just that.

Ugh, even the supports were weird.

The armored figure knelt at the bottom corner of the door, gloved hands tracing, knocking slightly. It took a couple of minutes for her to decide where to set the pair of charges for maximum effect but minimal collateral.

Over the comm, chatter burst out.

"Blue team reporting hard contact," Dante reported, standing up and backing away. "Need you to back up sir. Nope, little farther. Little- there you go."

"Gree?"

"Since no one is screaming in terror or gasping 'oh dear force what is that THING' I'm gonna guess no. CLEAR."

*BOOM*