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

[Fiolette Fortan]

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

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

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When Fiolette signed back into active duty she knew two things, one was that she was to work for Taeli almost exclusively and two that she would be given the freedom of crosspath training. This was to say to train with members of the Legion, and while her training had been short lived prior to today. She hoped to put that in combination with past experience to good use. The rear admiral rose to her feet and grabbed her helmet from the seat beside the Sith. It was fortunate that the woman was between command assignments, as she was not permenantly assigned to one fleet or the other the Galidraani opted to follow her Sith to battle.

"Of course," she acknowledged with a smile and a small inclination of her head. Fiolette secured the helmet to her armor and checked her gear. Slug pistol carried over from her service to the First Order. Vibrosword and dagger acquired from the Sith Empire thus far, and a stock blaster rifle from Aurora Industries. Two grenades on the left and two detonators on the right. She stood a moment to adjust to the head's up display within the helmet, "ready when you are." Her voice distorted from the helmet's modulator. Fiolette observed Taeli, the Lorrdian went through her own rituals for the moment and then the notification that they had landed.

Ramp unfolded, and they descended to meet with Darth Prazutis. A name she only knew in passing until now, rather than speak up she maintained her silence and looked over her shoulder as additional shuttles landed. Members of the 52nd Company would join Fiolette on the ground to ensure that the Sith goals were met on this day.

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Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | The Sith Empire
Opponents: [member="Varex"] | The Rebel Alliance
Objective: Escort the Sith
Unit / Unit Gear: 52nd Company, Legionnaire Advanced Armor + Legionnaire Standard Gear

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Asation
Objective: Join the others
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Darth Caecus"], [member="Luca Thorne"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]
Enemies: [member="Varex"]
Gear:

• Below Signature
• Shield Talisman
• Pins of Protection

The third law of physics declared that for every action there was an equal and opposite reaction, that for force delivered there would always be a rival force to meet it. The mobilization against the Gree Enclave and the rebels it harbored was no different, the Empire seethed after the ignominy inflicted upon it at Dubrillion and was, therefore, hungry for retribution. As the Great Galactic War drew to a close in the Core Worlds, the dozens of Imperial War Fleets were recalled back to the heartland to defend it against a new faction of militant insurrectionists.

Elated from the unrestricted destruction they were allowed to wreak against the ailing Galactic Alliance, the desire to see these rebellious dissidents cast down in a similar manner was at the forefront of every soldier, every officer, and every Sith's mind as they poured over the star charts and deployment routes passed down from Imperial High Command.

But while the bulk of the Empire's strength in this endeavor would be levied against the Gree capital and surrounding systems, the Sith Emperor sought a different path. He and his allies struck out for the port world of Asation, the gargantuan bulk of the Behemoth reverting into real space with a hellish groan as dozens of other smaller warships materialized around it. Fifty ships flocked to the Behemoth's striking silhouette, swarming like stinging insects as the Emperor's flagship approached the swampy planet's orbit. Internal stabilizers and thousands of small boosters ensured that the dreadnought's descent into the atmosphere wouldn't tear apart the over six-mile long battleship.

From within the monstrous warship's hold emerged the Emperor's shuttle, the Crestfallen II, flanked by several Sith-Imperial starfighters as it made its way across the desolate and bog-like landscape of Asation to the designated rendezvous. The hiss of hydraulics followed the landing and descent of the shuttle's boarding ramp, shrouding the Emperor's arrival in a thick fog as he walked down the extended gangplank to stand amidst his Shadow Hand, the Lady of Secrets, and Rear-Admiral Yvarro.

"This will be a day long remembered, it will see the end of the Rebellion once and for all. We only have a small window to achieve our goals, so let us move with due haste and diligence. Lord Saarai has dispatched several agents to ensure that our activities remain undisturbed."

 

[Amea Virou]

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

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The two of them continued to secure the engine in their own regard. Amea circled around to inspect any damages, and while it wasn’t in pristine condition the engine was still likely to catch quite the price to whoever was buying it off of them. Her gloved hand reached for an exposed compressor coil to give it a gentle sweep for dust and rust to see how the engine felt…

“We might need to-”

“EVERYBODY OUT.”

Amea pushed to her feet and grasped at her batons as she stepped out of cover from the engine. Her eyes scanned the area until they finally set on the woman approaching them. The rest of the crew seemed to disobey her almost as if they doubted she could live up to the words that she uttered. Security formed a wall before the others and Amea joined ranks once she was done running up to them.

They were five guards all in all.

“What is the meaning of this?” The head of security, a man of bigger stature asked and approached the woman. “We have our permits, we know our rights. This dig has been authorized by all the correct authorities.”

“They’re here to seize the engine.” One of the women in the back whispered.

Amea turned around to look at her and gave her a sign to quiet down and not to spread any unwanted panic amongst the crowd. Yet it was too late for that. The whisper grew into a muttering crowd as people began to slowly back away from the guards in preparations for what could go wrong.

“I will have to ask you and your companion there to please back away from the site, ma’am.” The security chief insisted. “We have no quarrel with you.”

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Allies: TSE, [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Belphaegor"], [member="Varas Ren"], [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: TRA, [member="Cedric Grayson"] open to more!
Objective: Intelligence, observe

A tiny nose *popped* out of Matsu's pocket. Just the nose. It quivered there in the air, and then disappeared again.

Tabigarashu Madara, known better as Hirou, tapped out something on the small comm link. Made a note. Then popped their whole head out, ears swiveling. Protected by Matsu from her own tendrils of Terror, the little Nezumi was here to act directly for the Saaraishash. They brought a skill set with them different from the two Sith, and they hoped to utilize all of their capacities to get into the system on the Acerbitas in order to find out the information they hoped to gain here.

If it was strange that the little creature was not at all afraid of Matsu and Belphaegor, well, you didn't really know the Nezumi in question. [member="Darth Saarai"] had vouched for their safety with Matsu and that was all Hirou needed. They had complete and utter trust in their friend, and so that trust now extended easily to the woman who's pocket they currently occupied.

"If we can find a terminal, that would be lovely," came the little, squeaky voice. "Though I may need to leave your company to find the central systems directly, if our paths diverge. Hopefully the Ren will draw attention enough that I will be able to go unnoticed if that happens. They are very flashy aren't they?"

Hirou understood that their methods were different. Matsu had agreed to bring them, but Hirou did not think that extended to full protection for the tiny agent. They weren't a Sith, after all, and the needs of both were as different as their methods.

In Matsu's pocket, Hirou was largely insulated from the chaos growing in the hangar. Oh, they watched it all with dark eyes, taking it all in, cataloging it. But for now at least they were mostly unaffected by it directly. Hirou had seen horrors. Both in the making and the aftermath. This was brutal but in no way compared to Mirial... to the cultist's facility on Dubrillion.

Brutal. But mundane.

 

[Atlas Kane]

En route
Serving the Sith Empire with [member=Darth Arabris], [member=Amun], [member=Ras Val'kor], and [member=Nixia Amabilia].
To eliminate the Rebel Alliance, [member=Judas Foster], [member=Julian Valentine], and to capture [member=The Slave].

A good distance ahead of the Sith ships heading towards the Technicolor Beat flew a single Interceptor. Two trails of white-blue gas followed its path, dissipating into the void of space as they lost cohesion. The hull bore several superficial blaster marks, a few more serious impact sites with exposed electronics, two burst coolant pipes, and a crack along the canopy. The once sleek and symmetrical exterior was marred with these imperfections. The inside painted a similar picture. Within blood painted the canopy's crack and several cables had been torn out, creating electrical sparks that quickly fizzled out in the freezing cold of space. The pilot was still moving, despite the bitter frost creeping its way into the cockpit. Life support was desperately fighting the drop in temperature, keeping the pilot from freezing entirely. Yet despite all this, the craft barreled towards the modified Battlecruiser before it at great speeds.

The pilot awkwardly tapped a button on his control panel, unaccustomed to the lack of pressurized air around him. His hand then moved up towards his headcom's microphone, which he pressed against the transparisteel window of the rebreather.

"Technicolour Beat, are you receiving? I have a bit of a predicament on my hands here and could use some help from an old friend."

His voice was louder than normal inside the breathing unit but would come through muted on the microphone. It carried a desperate undertone.

"The Sith didn't take too kindly to my betrayal, as you can probably tell. Don't have much time, I'd need a place to land. One with oxygen preferably."

An attempt to bring humour into his voice was made. He'd read about stress responses and how many of the Empire's soldiers tended to inject humour into their talk when in dangerous situations to ease tension. He hoped his attempt would make him appear the same way. He thought the damage on the ship looked quite convincing as well. There was a risk to it, of course, without pressure and oxygen he could only withstand the environmental stress of space for a limited amount of time and his trip here had already taken several minutes. His concentration was starting to slip somewhat, he could feel the initial stages of a familiar loss of consciousness set in, the desperation in his voice wasn't fully acted as a result. The very real danger also aided in masking his intent, the need to preserve his own life was a far greater priority than the duplicitous scheme of deceiving his former allies.

He was confident in his plan. The Slave, Arken, and himself were once quite close. They'd served together in a Sith special unit a few GS months prior to the betrayal at Dubrillion. Close enough for Atlas to comfortably relax around the other two, he had come to regard them as something comparable to friends. But the life of the Sith is a solitary one. There was no room for friends. A Sith never truly cooperated, all they did was use.

 

[Nixia Amabilia]

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Location: Aboard transport
Allies: [member="Darth Arabris"], [member="Atlas Kane"], [member="Ras Val'kor"], [member="Amun"]
Enemies: [member="The Slave"], [member="Judas Foster"], [member="Julian Valentine"]
Equipment: ENVC-370 Body-glove under Casual clothes, Light-shield, Lightsaber and Anti-Riot Tangle Gun-7


The constant beating of the drum kept her mind going crazy. It was her heart. The calm before the storm always seemed to... eat at her. A beast waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting victim that was Nixia. " I am not a victim... nor a damsel. I am Sith." She told herself confidently and noticed that her words left a rather bitter sweet taste, as if they were not fully her own. There was hardly any time to think about such matters now. Sith philosophies and codes. Soon combat would begin. Moving aboard the transport the young Acolyte stared at a red armored figure with a large halberd of sorts. This must of been @Darth Arabis. A sith knight renowned for his loyalty? Or was it his giant axe? A smile formed as she teased at the Red knight in her minds eye. Sooo serious and yet the example of discipline for most.

Wouldn't you be too? A voice from within echo'd.
"Mmm..Yes." she muttered in her breath feeling a chill. She was nervous...

" Hey, Red..." The formalities of titles eluded her nervous mind. " Do you think-" Nixia's orange luminescent eyes shifted to the creature by his feet. What the kark was that thing? Blinking hard she continued. " Uhm, do you think this will go smooth and as planned?" The question was posed but somehow Nixia already had the answer for her own question. Things never went as planned and as the Transport got closer to where ever the destination was, Her senses began to engage the other distant signatures and forces around her. Flashing her mind with visions both dark and light. The meaning of either eluded her.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

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Objective: Finish reconnaissance efforts, meet with allies
Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | @Fiolette Yvrarro | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Luca Thorne"] | [member="Darth Caecus"]
Enemies: The Rebel Alliance - [member="Varex"]
Equipment: Armor | Lightsabers

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As Sithspawn hordes and elite Blackblade forces cleared out the swamps that housed the hypergate, another group of forces loyal to the Empire was present on the surface of Asation. They were known as the Valkyries, a collective of Sith with Darth Avacyn at the helm. Although it was their cause of letting those who were worthy see the truth within the Dark side and allowing those who would accept to rise up with newfound purpose that made them what they were, that was not what would be expected of them this day. Instead they were spread out on the outskirts of the swamps, tasked with ensuring that nothing got in or out. The ritual that was going to be taking place could not be disturbed, a need that would be taken met with the utmost amount of care.

"All are in position. No hostile activity spotted so far."

"Very well."

Avacyn nodded to the woman that had approached her, satisfied to hear it had not taken long for everyone to be properly positioned. "Your orders have already been given, I will not repeat them. Would you spot any potential hostile activity, no matter how unlikely, that you cannot handle yourself, contact me without delay." With the knowledge everything was in place, it was time for her to move towards her personal objective and as such she would be leaving her second-in-command to her duties. "You know where to find me if you need to," she said as she took off, her location being the clearing in which various Imperial ships would soon land.

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When Avacyn approached the clearing, the last ship to arrive, the Crestfallen II, had just landed. The Dark Lord had already joined with his Shadow Hand, the Lady of Secrets, and the rear admiral, and now the Lady of Defiance was joining them too. All were given their greeting with the proper respect they deserved with bows of the head being sent to all of them while she spoke. "And, of course," she added to what Darth Carnifex has said, "the Valkyrie forces too have been ordered to prevent any disturbance from happening." One could never be too diligent in their efforts, after all.

"It is good to see everybody arrived without at the very least too much trouble. Seeing time is indeed limited, I too would suggest we waste no more time." The Rebellion had already overstayed their welcome. Now, it was time to strike at the heart and do what was necessary to put an end to their efforts to destabilize what the Sith had built. "Our destination is this way," the woman added as she began to move, yet still making sure to remain nearby the others.

 

[Elijah Brockway]

Location: Deep Space Staging Area​

Aboard: HIM Tempestus​

Ally: [member="Ras Val'kor"]​

The near instant silence, and then nervous chatter that accompanied Iprotis's arrival on the bridge was all the alert that Garen needed as to the man's arrival. He looked up from his console, his eyes latching onto the pair of men recently arrived on the bridge until they stopped just before him. "Agent," Garen greeted in response, his voice just as flat and cold as ever. "Ensign Hart is a loyal man, extremely efficient, and good at what he does. I do hope you didn't scare him." There was a threatening undertone to that response; for all that Iprotis was a valuable asset, he was still a part of Garen's crew.

And Garen was loath to waste precious resources in the form of crewmembers. Infighting was the frightfully unstable to domain of the Sith, not the Armada.

The rear admiral looked at his now-beeping command console; it appeared that his battlegroup was being directed to Gree, and given a current sitrep. He looked it over quickly before transmitting the coordinates to some others of his battlegroup. "We are going to the Gree system, to crush these rebel scum into less than dust. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to board an enemy ship and disable it from within...and hope there's an escape pod handy if you do more than just disable it." He laced his fingers together, resting his chin upon them as he looked up at the faceless, helmeted visage of his newest crew member.

"You can choose any ship you're reasonably able to get to, but situational reports indicate that the SSD Acerbitas is in orbit over the planet, and that boarding actions are being attempted. It seems like that might be a useful place for you to execute your directive. And, be warned—there are bound to be Jedi, Sith, and potentially other Force Sensitives aboard the ship. Do what you need to to ensure operational success." Unsaid within the last statement was another one that Iprotis would recognize immediately. Don't forget who your operational commander is. Garen was frankly sickened by the efforts of some among the Sith Order to attempt to commandeer forces on the battlefield, even though to a man they nearly all lacked any tactical sense, true knowledge of the objectives, or any real information on the capabilities of the forces they sought to take.

Thankfully, the agent and the rear admiral seemed to be in agreement on such matters.

Garen looked out and nodded to his navigators and helmsman, while his command console showed each ship in his battlegroup marking themselves as ready. Within a second the great ship lurched, before the viewports turned into a field of swirling blue. 3 minutes.

"The choice is yours, agent Iprotis."

Spoiler: Battlegroup: Panatha's Fist

1x Defoliation-class Siege Battlecruiser, HIM Tempestus
1x Harrower-class Dreadnought, Mk. III
1x Incapacitator-class Interdiction Cruiser
2x Eradicator-class Heavy Cruisers
2x Shard-class Assault Frigates
3x Athena-class Shield Frigates
2x Vigil II-class Corvettes

Total Length: 10,100 meters

 

[Darth Empyrean]

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

“Mr. Kane, you’re free to dock in B-30, Hanger 2. We’ll have some refreshments waiting for you.”, Cybele offered him with a smile in her tone.

As Atlas approached, numerous tractor beams would take over the landing process, dragging the damaged ship into its hanger with a coaxing gentleness found more on luxury vessels rather than the notable military craft that was before him. In seemingly record time, the ship let Atlas slip into his predetermined spot, lowering him with the care of a child before disengaging the tractor beams.

Damaged parts shook off the vessel as it made touchdown, and dozens of southstar class battle droids rushed to repair what they could as another waved to Atlas through the glass. Another message came through the cyber airways as the waif like tone of the AI came through;

“A pleasure to see you again. Glad to see you’re alright.”

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Metatron
Objective: Prepare Vanguard force
Allies: TSE
Enemies: Rebels

Theme music: Iridium by The Sidh​

Aedan Miles the Pirate King and Alor of Clan Akaata sat in the Palace of Metatron his eyes locked on a holo table as around him the admirals of his five fleets discussed tactics and ideas for the invasion they would be taking place in. His eyes were locked on what would be the three major deployment zones the three planets in that sector Gree, Asation, and Helska. Another smaller holo table to the side showed the system that contained Eclipstica and Metatron showing the movements of the Pirate Kings forces as they gathered and prepared to set out. Hopefully the enemy would not realize that they would have an opponent striking them from the other side than the TSE it would be disheartening for most commanders to suddenly be caught in a crossfire between two opponents. He watched as the fleets gathered among each other in the space near Metatron not that they didn't get along but for ease of identification and direction each fleet on when to move. Above the planet sat his flagship for this endeavor the Invictius-class Battlecruiser the Dinui be Chaab or in basic the Gift of Fear. It was named thus for the simple fact that the large ship of war was painted completely black and had been a gift from a friend. He awaited a message from the man who had hired the services of Aedan and his people for this war services they were happy to give especially to a man that always seemed to have work for them. As such they waited semi patiently chuckling Aedan watched as various fleets oriented themselves in directions similar to that which would take them straight to the Gree system before jumping into hyperspace to predetermined rally and hold points where they would await to be called. All fleets left until only the Invictius-class remained the Admirals having left while he was thinking Aedan turned his attention towards the image of the three planets watching as information from scouts filtered back to him and the holo board updated to show this.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Allies: TRA​

Enemies: TSE​

Engaging (eventually): [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]​

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Durron-class Dedicated Carrier Shadowsfall​

Jedi Inquisition Loyalist Remnant​

System Edge​

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The bridge of the Durron-class was not unlike a celestial orrery. A high fidelity holographic representation of the Asation system filled this otherwise darkened space, points of light projected onto bulkheads serving to provide some illumination for the assembled Inquisitors. Their tactical map of Bastion had rippled away when, even out here in the black and running on low power, their sensors picked up the Behemoth explode back into realspace not far from Asation itself. Wordlessly each exchanged glances, marveling at this serendipitous close encounter with the Dark Lord's flagship itself, ignorant as they were of local affairs.

She's here.

Varex could feel it in his bones, even before the Lady of Shadows reached out to touch his mind, revealing she was aware of their presence nearby.

This is a trap, one of the Vaemath's fellow Inquisitors reach out to the entire bridge with his thoughts, She is toying with us. We would be foolish to play in her hand.

We have no choice, he turned on this dissenter immediately, stalking up to him with his digitigrade legs, We may never get a better opportunity. Raaf must face justice, at any cost.

Even at the cost of reason? the dissenter shook his head, refusing to accept this explanation, I cannot sanction this.

I understand, Varex told him, placing gauntleted hands on each shoulder and pull his fellow Shadow in for an embrace, Go in peace.

The Jedi hesitantly allowed his fellow Knight to envelop him. Before anyone could react, an azure plasma field erupted out of his back when the Vaemath activated his suit's right kyber gauntlet and plunged it through the dissenter's chest. Still he held the embrace, anguish evident on his face.

Forgive me brother. You lost the faith, deactivating his gauntlet, he let the lifeless body crumple to the deck at his feet, We cannot allow your fear to corrupt us from within.

Then there was silence. He turned to the other Inquisitors, as if inviting any among them to speak up and challenge his actions. None did.

Prepare a strike team, the Vaemath ordered, and although he had not been formally recognized in any such capacity it was now evident that he was calling the shots, Our purest warriors of the Light. We will scour the surface for the Betrayer, and activate a binary beacon should we require mundane reinforcements.

They only had one stealth U-Wing in their hangar, any other troops called in to land on Asation would first have to run the gauntlet that was the Behemoth in orbit, which meant a heavy fighter escort and more lost lives. But if any had questioned before how far Varex was willing to go and what he was willing to sacrifice for this cause, there could no longer be any doubt there was no longer such thing as unacceptable losses for their Inquisition.

 

[Arage Bao]

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

The realization that [member="Darth Carnifex"] was on the surface of the planet raised his hair just a fraction.

Well.

It would have, if Luca didn't shave his head all the time.

"You and me both, Kith." The embrace was hard, tight, but short. Too short. Even while he pointed her towards the mask Luca held a fear inside of him. That this would be the day that he lost her to the madness again. Not by force, not because an itch made her move forward and forward until the directive was completed. But out of choice, because this is what they did.

And they did it well.

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They moved quickly against the press of the masses.

Contrary to the population of Gree, Ansation was an amalgamation of species, as it was the primary trade world of the Gree Enclave. Anyone who wanted to trade with the Gree found their way here sooner or later. That didn't help much with the pollution -- even with the environmental mask it made his lungs burn -- but it did make it easier to fade away a bit.

While Gree had received it fair share of refugees across span of time that the Sith burned its way through the Tingel Arm?

There were still many more Gree (why did they name the planet after their species? That was confusing) than there were other aliens. They stopped short of the government building.

The administrative complex was busy even now. Runners going back and forth to keep the bureaucrats inside informed. Security was tight. "Three potential routes inside from what I can see." Luca murmured to Kith as they stood in the shadow of the alley. People moved back and forth in front of the mouth of the alley, but it was still possible to look out of it.

"Frontal assault- problematic. South corridor has a lower wall, cameras plenty though. North? Reinforced bulkdoor, but no other security. Take your pick."

So easy to fall back into the rhythm.

Too easy.

 

[Avoim Oeymo]

Location: Asation
Enemies: The Sith Empire and their Allies
Allies: The Rebel Alliance and Their Allies, [member="Varex"]
Objective: Initial: Distract Enemy ships for allied dropships to launch and land; Primary: Land forces for ground combat.​

Suddenly exiting from the bright blue and white of hyperspace to the black and white starfield of realspace, the Tython’s Hope emerged. Avoim was exiting the bridge of the Hope and making his way towards the hanger bays, all his troops were already in their landing craft or space craft, engines already warmed up and the space craft were spilling out, engaging whatever enemy fighter screens presented themselves to the various fighter and bomber craft that appeared. Avoim’s R9 unit had prepared his StealthX and was ready for take off by the time the man clad in his black flight suit had gotten into the cockpit. “All forces: move out, land on the planet, Captain when forces land get the Hope out of here.”

Without another word the ground forces began to spill out of the hanger bay, most full of troops of the 212th Attack Battalion, some carrying ground troops. The Tython’s Hope had already finished moving into position directly above the prospective landing spot. The Hope was utilizing all of its hanger bays, the top, bottom and side ones to make sure all of its ships managed to get into orbit.

As the final dropship had exited the dorsal hanger, the StealthX followed it and the Venator jumped out of the area of battle, its guns that had been exchanging fire with whatever enemy ships that had engaged suddenly silencing as it suddenly reentered hyperspace. Hopefully the allied ship had managed to get enough of its dropships into orbit in the time it took. The Fighters and bombers switched from defending against enemy fighter screens to defending the LAAT Gunships as they entered the atmosphere. The Jedi watched as the earliest Gunships that had managed to exit the hangers were already putting their troops down on the ground, the battle begun.

Avoim and his soldiers watched as the prefabricated base was put down in a clear area, his StealthX being set down nearby as he jumped out. He looked up and could see the various lasers above as the gunships all came down from orbit. He wondered how long it would take to take the planet...

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

DIRECT ALLIES: [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]
ALLIES IN AREA: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Varas Ren"]
ENEMIES: [member="Cedric Grayson"] | TRA | Any!
OBJECTIVE: Gather intelligence, or maybe a live one.
GEAR: Suit | Saber

She and the Nezumi nestled in her pocket had more in common than either of them realized, more than likely. Matsu called herself Sith because there was nothing that fit better, but she’d never felt comfortable in the role. She still found herself daydreaming about days in those massive chambers the One Sith built to stand before a Dark Lord that might as well have blown over from a stiff gust of wind for all the Atrisian was concerned. This new Empire wasn’t exactly the same, but still...she had a problem with authority. But she liked Darth Saarai. So whatever the Nezumi needed would be catered to until the little creature decided she needed more mobility than Matsu could provide.

For now however, swathed in a pocket within Matsu’s support suit was probably the best place for Hirou considering it was built in part to dissipate electromagnetic attacks. Her small commlink and any tech she carried would be safe from interference as long as she stayed on Matsu.

But can the little thing hear that fething T I C K I N G in my chest?
It won’t stop.

“Quite,” she answered in response to Hirou’s comment on the Ren. Flashy indeed but she’d seen Kyrel before. Like any good resident of Maena’s New City, Matsu had watched the yearly Halloween special intently as it ran through the season back home. Kyrel had escaped his plight, and not without blood on his hands. It would be good to see him in an environment he no doubt felt was more natural. “Eyes out for a terminal, Belphaegor,” she instructed, biting in to the syllables of his name. “While, of course, we meet our new friend.”

A mentalist first and foremost, Matsu always found it welcome when another joined her on a less conventional battlefield. The other person pressed, and she pressed back though not as strongly as she could have. This was a game of balance. Decades of focusing almost solely on the mind - both hers and others - made her a specialist of obsessive proportions. She could press the advantage but it would only serve to make her tired and they were but minutes in. She knew what weeks of war was like. She would conserve.

A line was drawn down the bay - the stranger’s side and hers, soldiers either recovering in the blanket of warmth cast by their Jedi ally or unraveling in hers. Thankfully anxiety was the most monstrous of emotions, capable of functioning outside of logic or sense, and when Matsu pushed the men and women under her side of the bay started shrieking all at once. And of course they shot each other, but mostly they turned and shot at their recovering fellow soldiers. Blinding bolts of blaster fire lit the already garish room, neither side immune from the crossfire. Several Sith troopers sprinting for better cover were cut down, holes blooming in the back of their helmets as a particularly talented TRA soldier fired.

And at least a few of those bolts would inevitably find their way towards the Stranger and his marines, hopefully breaking his concentration and increasing her hold over the room for at least a moment.

“Let’s move,” she said mostly to her apprentice, but also to the small passenger in her pocket. It was time to hold on.

 

[Romi Jade]

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GREE ENCLAVE​

Shipyards​

WITH: [member="Aten Ramses"]​

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

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"File out!"

She propelled herself from the platform. From her crouched position, her head whipped up as pair of blue bolts flashed up from the enemies direction, streaking through the air to smash into bodies. She had just enough time to push out with the Force and create a small bubble of protection before a plasma bolt collided into it.

Feeling the vibration through the walkway as her team worked their way off the shuttle, she slowly crept towards Atens position. She timed it so that when she swung her hands toward the next few bolts, they'd fade into the shimmering apparition while she worked to dissipate it altogether.

She dropped her left knee, pivoting into clockwise spin along the ground, finding herself on the other side of Aten with her lightsaber coming across horizontally to intercept those beams of energy that were much lower than the rest. With a smirk, "So I was thinking...we should get like...a team pet." She mused, well it was group of them. "What do you think hm?"

No, really it could be a good lesson for the boys.

She popped up, her lightsaber's glowing blade swooping in an up-turning circular motion as she worked the field. "On three go right." There we some sort of warped appendages protruding from the ground in the center that provided cover for the opposition. They'd go around easily.

"One..two ...three"

With two fingers she pointed forward, signaling the men to advance down the center. She swung her body around in the other direction and after the conclusion of three steps she was busy, spinning and somersaulting her way through a path she was carving herself; she moved her scarlet lightsaber through a wild blur of motion. With a flick of her wrist she wove her own web without stopping.

Throwing her leg out, her knee cut into the barrel of a blaster, while she propelled herself up and over her opponent batting away a bolt of energy from another source. She dug her heel into the helmet of her former target with a round kick, following through with the spin to reconvene with the second target. She disabled the man quickly with a barrage of shallow cuts that disarmed him and burned a trail along his upper thigh.

"Maybe a rock lizard?"

 

[Cenric Marus]

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

Cenric stood quietly on the bridge of the ship, his lips thinning as he watched the dozens of vessels slowly creep forward. It seemed odd to him that there would be so many. Didn't the Sith have territory to patrol? Worlds to hang on to? He frowned slightly, glancing over towards the Captain who was practically sweating bullets. The Jedi took half a step back, and then slowly took a deep breath. He had to remember his role here, why Cedric had trained him.

He was a Jedi. "Captain, keep the Defiance away from combat, pull us back." They were a support ship, not meant for combat.

The boarding vessels were coming, but Cenric could handle whatever was coming. That was what he told himself at least. His fingers tapped the side of his thigh. Nerves were running thin, but he had no other choice besides doing what he needed to do.

"Get me some of the marines." Cenric said as he turned and walked off the bridge. "I'm headed to the center of the ship."

It was the best staging area to get anywhere fast.

They had to be prepared.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

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

It was playful banter between the two. A brutish, hard-nosed man versus an amalgamation of the galaxy's finest hardware and software. Even a mortal, prone to error and fault, still possessed the gall to backtalk an ultra-intelligent AI. Judas never really won the arguments, but the fight appealed to him more than its outcome. A lofty destination without a journey to match its grandeur was nothing more than an empty dream, a fruitless aim. The Slave, Atlas Kane, Julian; all of them were dragonflies, flitting aimlessly over the unknown, murky depths. They were safe, content with their ambitions.

Until something reached up from the void to take them.

He blinked. The seeping wound was already closing, the dark energy spewing from the blade and into his very core. Curiously, he ran his hand along the length and tested its weight. Why did these thoughts always overtake him? Was it the sword? Was it the Slave and his staff?

Carefully, he abandoned that train of thought to watch the security cameras monitoring the hangar bay. Cybele greeted him promptly. Perhaps he was yet another fabled warrior to join their little posse - a ragtag team that seemed to do the impossible.

 

[Delsin Kessler]

Objective: Help in the evacuation
Allies: Rebel Alliance [member="Wyatt Morga"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Enemies: Sith Empire
Equipment: In signature (Lights off missiles)
Forces: Thunderbird Starfighters (x12)

His ship descent after arriving to orbit "Cedric, i will stay on Gree for now. If you need any backup, keep comms on" Solon hated jamms and EMP, as it created chaos over the whole battle "Jedi Morga...or Jedi Wyatt? I will command some forces" the idea was to obtain the air superiority, and if they managed to defeat the cruisers, then they would win.

The MK landed, and Solon got out followed by crates filled with missiles, being carried by a lot of probe droids. Solon stood outside of the hangar bay, while his rebel squad of fighters added the booma missiles into their weaponry "So some of the Gree dont wanna evacuate the city?" "They expect for the Sith arrival" "And do they have a powerful doomsday armada hiding somewhere?" it was almost a joke, as stubbornness would get few of them killed. Solon spoke out loud for every of his soldiers to hear "We are going to be the second line of attack. You must avoid combat after the first wave of starfighters attack. After that, we will engage on their cruisers. We just need a few booma missiles to land on the enemy, as it will turn off their systems. Ready?" "YES!"

 

[The Lurking Presence]

ALLIES: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Varas Ren"]
ENEMIES: TRA | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
OBJECTIVE: Survive the Hanger
GEAR: Zelroth's Rest

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There was a nose, so tiny and glossy, shining so softly under the flare of Hanger Lamps and the flare of deathly blasts. Eagerness flashed, for the briefest of moments, eyes narrowed, it took Belphaegor out of the battle for the most infinitesimal instant, as he battled his deepest urges to boop this snoot. But that was all. A wink of a second. A being of temptation he may have been, but this was neither the time or place.

He diverted his gaze, a simple motion from his left hand extending the alabastrine blade from it's Cross-Guard Hilt, it's ivory glare pooling the three in an eerily pale glow. From where he sat witness, the arrival of [member="Kyrel Ren"] and [member="Varas Ren"] had done little to soothe the fervor, two more bodies to be ground down and left lifeless, he imagined the enemy Marines believing. But these Ren were ready, prepared to slaughter, forged under the successful Campaigns the First Order had waged through the Galactic Southwest against the Galactic Alliance. No stranger to such untamed bloodletting.

"You two are most crucial to the Mission, " said the Maenan, shifting his weight while carefully guiding the blade of his weapon forward of his body, ready to hoist himself upward and sprint. "Break towards the Forward Bow Port Gun Halls, I'll deal with this Jedi. "

Jedi.

The serene ambience of the creature made Belphaegor's flesh writhe like maggots fiendishly devouring a corpse.

More blasts shook the rapidly melting structure that had provided bastion for those several long moments. Men and Women of the Sith Empire hastening forward all around them to meet the Marines head on. Others put to task, hurriedly bolting ferry cables on to lifeless Transport Ships before they were hauled with violent howls of scraping metal along durasteel floors out in to the vacuum, freeing real estate to feed more lives through the grinder.

There was one last minute shared with the Haruspex, Mother Matsu and Minuscule Hero, Hirou. Then the Sith Knight rose, bolts of blaster fire lurching narrowly around his body as he raced forward. The jocose madness of Matsu visually stunning in it's depravity. Friend slaughtering friend with unhinged exuberance. Point blank blasts that burst skulls like rotten fruit. Knives that lifted and plunged dozens upon dozens of times through faces and backs, chests and stomachs. Others yet, squeezing and yanking organs from the yawning cavities of grisly wounds.

Breathtaking carnage.

In the echoing violence, so too did Belphaegor dispatch his foes on the path towards the Jedi. An arm here, head next. There was still so much ground to cover before he would be upon Cedric, but there was determination and hatred in his gaze. Two sides determined to not take another step backwards. The forces of the Sith and the Rebels ready to fight tooth and nail for every inch of this Hangar Bay.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

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

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Legs spread shoulder width apart, both hands placed firmly upon the phrik hilt Aten’s eyes focused on the legionaries that approached their rifles raised red bolts filling the hall in an attempt to cut down the Jedi and their forces. Elbows slightly bent, the saber tip tilted up and to the right, Aten entered the beginning velocities of Soresu. The Morellian’s stance static, his wrists rotating clockwise, elbows and shoulders shifting slightly the bronze blade intercepted two bolts, twisting the saber in the opposite direction the blade now parallel to the ground Aten intercepted another bolt sending it on a return course to the assailant impacting them in the knee.

The bolts coming in low Aten noticed but he need not fear as Romi appeared intercepting them. “Took you long enough.” The Morellian teased. Deactivating his saber the bronze blade retreating, Aten clipped it back to his belt. “A pet? Sounds more like let Master Romi have a pet and her apprentices take care of it. Kind of like that idea for a team ship.”

Breaking to the right as Romi had instructed the Jedi sprinted to the awkward appendages just before reaching them the boy's legs bent at the knees and straightened propelling the Morellian forward. Entering a front handspring legs going over his head, momentum building as his legs came down Aten kicked fully off the ground the Jedi entering a 360 spin in the middle of the air, his feet pointing to the ceiling. Bolts flew harmlessly past on either side of the Jedi as the flip completed. Falling to the ground Aten’s feet slapped against the metal flooring, on impact the force projected outwards manifesting itself in not a wave but a projected strike. Above one of the troopers, Aten’s invisible weight came slamming down crushing the legionnaire to the ground.

Aten was no blunt instrument when it came to the force, his sole dedication to telekinesis had allowed Aten to pick up an art many had forgotten about… Projected fighting. Having landed among a group of three troopers who stood mystified by the fate of their ally Aten smiled, a glint in those lavender eyes. The first attempted to swing his rifle around to end the Morellian’s life but he was far too close. Right arm lashing up grabbing onto the barrel of the weapon, pointing it to the ceiling Aten’s left came around in a punch aimed at the troopers ribs. On impact a sonic blast radiated out from the padawan’s gauntlets, vibrations tearing at the trooper’s body and propelling him into the wall.

Right foot bracing itself Aten’s body spun his left leg coming around in a sweeping arc where the booted foot met the side of the helm with a crack. Simultaneously from the opposite side of the troopers head the force formed itself into another strike sandwiching the legionaries head between itself and the kick. The visor shattered outwards the trooper's body going limp. Snapping down to the ground Aten’s left foot met the floor the third trooper’s finger tightening on the trigger, but just before he could pull it a strike came from beneath impacting the legionnaire in his more private bits. Knees buckling, rifle dropping the soldier fell prostrated himself before the Jedi hands grasping at his crotch.

“Do you even have the credits for one of those? Last I checked I was the only one out of us working.”