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

[Wyatt Morga]

On Gree, speaking to management...


As [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"]’s voice rang through his small inner ear piece, he simple spoke low in response as he walked through the still active halls;

“Just make sure to hold them off until the evacuation is done. And please…”, he hesitated.

“Don’t take unnecessary risks.”

With that, he pressed a small off switch; letting the open channel turn to silence as he walked with the Gree assistant. Their customs were strange, but they were an empire in waning as they refused to keep what they held onto. It was a miracle at all that they survived the Gulag Plague; but Wyatt assumed it was more due to their seclusion than anything else. As they finally made ti to their destination, the tentacle laden helper opened the door with a quiet hiss; letting Wyatt see something he wished he hadn’t.

The waning picture of a sith clad in armor, one notable for their reputation and iconic picture alone. Wyatt knew it as General Kor Vexen, a monster of a man well known for his violent tendencies and vicious tactics on the battlefield. It forced a frown to his face, only to see it dissipate into the nothingness that it was prior; fulfilling a fear Wyatt held from the start of all of this.

The Sith had spoken to the Gree first.

Walking into a situation he didn’t care for, Wyatt offered what warmth he could to them in a smile, something he hope would come off well to the crowds. He spoke quickly, hoping to fill the void of silence with his words, rather than letting the council dwell on whatever the sith had said;

“Honorable Council, my name is Wyatt Morga. I’m in your debt for letting us meet.”

“The Council returns the welcome.”, a robotic voice responded. It was only then Wyatt saw the protocol droid before him.

“I am CV-N6, the chosen droid for this mediation.”

A blessing, really. The droid would at least transfer what he said into the traditional Gree language, something overly complicated and mathematical. Wyatt wasn’t a dim individual, but he wouldn’t have a chance to learn such a convoluted and colorful language. No matter, this gave him hope he could speak with more confidence than before.

“They have some concerns, such as the reports of rebels fighting with civilians and being harassing. In addition-”, the droid seemed to pause for some sort of dramatic flair.

“The Sith have given a peace offer in exchange for neutrality.”

Wyatt paused as he took in the droids words, only to hear the murmuring of the Gree elders above him. Although much of the evacuation had been already committed to, the continued efforts of the few could turn the entire situation in the wrong direction. Yet, what was the man talking about? What rebels had been fighting with the citizens? Racking his thoughts, he couldn’t think of any reports stating such; but if it were true, it was dire.

“Well, let's talk then.”

 

[Saris Aren]

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


The presence of an entity within the dark side came closer to the knight, another one that was allowed to come aboard the Crowstien with the Harbinger. Young, full of potential, yet there was wisdom. Behind the visor of his red helmet, Arabris' eyes darted towards this presence, the girl he only knew as Nixia. She was wondering around the bay, checking things out as she prepared her mind for the battle to come. In his younger years, Arabris too knew what it was like to be nervous before battle, to question things that could be, the unknown. With an even more nervous way, she asked what he thought on how the outcome of this would turn out to be, if the mission would be successful with no set backs, but even the acolyte knew. It was in her eyes. Nothing ever went to plan. Plus, she called him Red, not the Red Knight, or his given Sith name, just Red. Wasn't part of his plan, but allies were allies.

"Nix. I have failed, and failed, and failed. If we fail today, it will not be the first, nor the last. Have faith in your empire, and yourself. If be the will of the Emperor, we will get another chance to prove our weight in salt." The Nagai replied. His voice was without emotion, but had confidence in the abilities of others.

They were coming closer to their destination. Atlas, the leader of this mission, would give them the all clear. Arabris and the little Nix only needed the signal to move in. Together, they would bring this traitor to justice, Imperial justice, rightful justice. Death would come slowly for the heretic, horribly, and inhumanely. The way it should be.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The initial landing was fraught with more turbulence than expected, but the cadre of Stormtroopers and Mercenary elements fanned out of the Dropships and across the surface. Gree was shakily held by Rebel fleets that remained in orbit, with only a small presence to protect the population from a vicious response by the Sith Empire. What they did not expect was the actual Sith response.

The orders had been clear. "Do not harm any individual who does not resist or attack you. Lead those persons who comply with our occupation to safety and give them protection. Root out Rebellious forces and neutralize them. Under no circumstances is this to become an all out warzone."

A happy people were a compliant people, and the Sith had grown to understand that the policy of keeping them stupid and smiling was the greatest tool in their arsenal. Stormtroopers drawn in from the population were subjected to indoctrination and conditioning, but beyond that fact, the people were generally treated fairly. Fairly in that, the Sith rarely directly involved the common people with their machinations.

Let the strong worry about that, and let the meek serve.

From his point of view, how the Sith decided to run their show was not his prerogative. Alkor was alongside some of the Stormtroopers he already knew from the situation on Dubrillion, all of them increased in rank from their exploits. They enjoyed a healthy increase in wealth and living situation from their service, and all of them now seemed even more eager to serve than before. Alkor had deeper pockets as well after the last engagement, but all of that money went into the Mandalorian economy to help stimulate growth and trade.

What he was more preoccupied with now was the planet he was on. Gree was a veritable wasteland, plantlife decimated by industrial advancement and negligence combined. Fouled waters ran across the surface, and the atmosphere had been tainted by years of ruinous pollution. It was a small wonder that the Rebels had no care to occupy the world.

The Gree themselves had a single city left, and Alkor presumed they used their mastery of technology in order to maintain a liveable situation. They were an insular culture, and would likely not part with a single piece of their work, nor any of the knowledge of how to utilize it. The fact remained, this planet was destined to fall under the Sith umbrella, whether the Rebels fought back or not.

"I'll head into the city," he spoke across the comm channel, "I'll take a few men with me, but the rest of you, secure the perimeter and report back with any findings." They moved for the most logical target, and the only position worth defending. Other Stormtroopers had been dispatched to more remote locations for recon, but this- this was the main force.

He would probably run into someone quickly.

 

[WolfMortum]

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Objective/Location: Orbit of Gree.​

Starship: Raider Class Assault Cruiser.​

Supporting: The Rebel Alliance.​

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Spoiler: Enemy Fleet

[member="Vanessa Vantai"] | 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

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"Somebody get me a read on that Fleet!!" Vikras Ansion yelled across the bridge over the sound of incoming fire screaming passed the bridge, some stray blasts impacting the Heavy Cruisers shields though from the distance they'd jumped out of Hyperspace from, accuracy was more a hit and miss game of chance than it were tactfully sound. "Divert all power to our defensive array! Keep us moving and out of their targeting range...".

Veiere Arenais listened to the commotion upon the bridge, though his gaze never left the visually impressive yet terrifying sight of the enemy coming towards them. They had come to the sector knowing that they would be jumping straight into the fire, but for there to seemingly be no supporting fleet for the Rebel Alliance outside of [member="Cenric Marus"] whom hadn't yet become known to them...

"This is Admiral Ansion of the Errant Venture to attacking Fleet..." Vikras spoke through the Comm's Station, hunched over the operator at their Communications Hub. The Admiral seeking to contact any one of the Vessels commanded by [member="Vanessa Vantai"], "Requesting immediate ceasefire! We are here under humanitarian purpose for the People of Gree. I repeat. This is a Civilian Vessel. Cease Hostilities Immediately!".

It took only a single exchange of glances for Veiere to understand Vikras' line of thought. A Vessel such as their's was formidable when armed to the teeth and manned with the full compliment of her crew, yet they were in no such position. What had once been a ship designed for the offense of a New World Order, today stood alone; Veiere had burned too many bridges to amass such an alliance of numbers. Frankly, it was difficult to believe they had rallied together the crew that currently stood with him.

"I'm heading for the Hangar..." Veiere informed the Admiral, his Old Friend and Brother at Arms. Whatever fate awaited the Errant Venture, Veiere's time was better served down on the surface of Gree. If Vikras could talk his way out of this mess, perhaps they could still do some good, otherwise Veiere hoped they would turn and run. There was still time, and a chance that not all of them had to be consumed by the old Exile's guilt; "Leave this place while you still can" he advised before moving to leave the bridge.

Down below, the Assault Cruiser carried a variety of it's own smaller fighters, those of which weren't to be manned during this endeavor due to having almost zero fighter pilots on board. Such Fighters like the ETA-4 Dark Jedi Interceptor were what came to mind as Veiere descended via the turbo-lifts and made his way towards what he hoped would be his entrance onto Gree.

 

[Atlas Kane]

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


The ship gradually reduced its breakneck speed as it drew near the end of its approach to the Technicolor Beat until the tractor beams could safely guide him into the hangar bays. He'd grown quite used to the procedure, he'd made this approach with his personal starfighter many times. The familiar loss of control over his own ship commenced and he relaxed somewhat, allowing the Force to course through him as a Jedi might. With the blue shields of the hangar doors drawing nearer he redoubled his efforts to keep his body temperature steady, rerouting a considerable all non-essential power to life support. He felt the difference immediately. From all sides except the front, the intensity of the radiating heat grew to be at a comfortable perceived freezing point, aided by old Jedi techniques he'd remembered.

Once he cleared the hangar bay shields the heat quickly grew unbearable, however, as climatised, warm air began filling the cockpit. His hands quickly moved to unfastened the breathing mask from his face and replaced it with the usual metal mask that served as the familiar face of Atlas Kane. He closed his eyes for a few moments to steady his breath in order to acclimatise to this more natural environment. A gentle thud and the scraping of metal, followed by the sound of several chunks of material hitting the ground let him know he was in position. He awoke from the brief meditation to the angular serpent's eyes of the ship's droid sentinels, its arm waving at him through the cracked glass, and the well-acquainted voice of the onboard AI he recognised as Cybele.

"I'm happy to be alive, as well. Where's John?"

He asked after a few moments had passed during which he took his time to simply enjoy breathing air as the canopy of his interceptor raised itself, allowing him to climb free of its cockpit. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. As he moved, his hand brushed past one part of the panel. Casually, almost unnoticeably so, he flipped one of the switches. A small communications device, an ultra-tight comlink created for secrecy whimpered to life, a signal to his allies. The time had arrived. He gauged he had about one, maybe two minutes to secure an entrance for the Sith coming to aid him. The balanced shadow of the Jedi gave way as emotion roared to life within. Stepping down from the ship's frame he jumped down onto the floor. It felt good to have solid ground under his feet again.

He waved off one of the Battle Droids attempting to investigate whether he was injured or not, the white robes he wore didn't have any tears or major blood stains aside from one or two splatter marks here and there. The hangar was quite sizeable. He noted all the entrances as he surveyed it, looking for emergency controls for the blast doors of the hangar's airlock. His eyes wandered over the entire scene around him casually, glancing at various objects of interest. The terminal holding the emergency controls was almost entirely ignored when he first spotted it. He didn't want to raise suspicion by staring at it. There were more subtle means of accomplishing what he had planned. Staring at nothing, in particular, he visualised the terminal, attempting to recall all the times he'd walked past it until he formed what he thought was a complete picture of it.

When his allies arrived, he would summon the Force to engage the emergency override to keep the blast doors open long enough for his allies and, most importantly, the team of special operatives he'd served with on Tython. They would be instrumental in his mission.

 

[Tehkyram]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRem1nrdADg​

Objective: Jedi Hunt
Allies: Sith Imperial Legion
Enemies: Rebel Soldiers // [member="Cenric Marus"]

The missiles blew open the hangar doors only seconds before the transport flew through, zooming right into the Defiance's hangar. The ship touched down on the ground and, once it was confirmed that there was no significant hull breach in the entry, the front door opened. The moment he heard the sound of the door, Tehkyram's eyes opened and he sprung to life, leaping forth from his transport and out into the greater hangar. The platoon piled out after him, lighting up the rest of the hangar with their blasters, making sure to take out any technicians and droids. The lieutenant began barking out orders about who would go where and what parts of the ship to seize. But Tehkyram had loftier ambitions.

There was a sense of fear across the entire ship, but the fear of a Jedi was distinct, amplified through their attunement to the force. It made them distinct and noticable, like one smell that rose above the rest. Yes, Tehkyram could sense the presence of the Jedi, and he could feel where he was on the ship. He was above Tehkyram, above him and moving towards him. Not directly no, not straight towards the hanger. He was moving away from the bridge and over to...

To the center, yes.

How clever, position yourself to respond to virtually any situation. Also, he would ensure that the power plant would be secured. Basic, but no less clever. Tehkyram blasted open the hangar access door and bounded through the hallway, tracking the scent. Your master has taught you well, little Jedi, he thought to himself. But mine has taught me better. Tehkyram telekinetically blasted open the hangar exit and proceeded into the hall. Some technicians, unaware of the boarding party, stopped in horror at the towering Karkarodon. He drew his massive lightsaber and switched it on, the multi-meter crimson blade extending from the hilt. With only a few broad swings, he sliced the unfortunate techies into a variety of pieces large and small.

He reached out again, to gauge the Jedi's position. Yes, they were still moving. Tehkyram raised his saber. With his height and his saber's length, it took little effort for him to penetrate the floor. Very deliberately, Tehkyram carved out a hole through the floor, which he lept through. He repeated the process again, until he was on the same level as the descending Jedi. No, the Jedi and his escort would not reach the center of the ship. Tehkyram would see to that. Saber drawn, he bound forward through the halls, blasting aside any minor obstacles like debris or doors or droids. From the depths of his chest, Tehkyram gave out a massive, force-enhanced roar, a boisterous declaration of murderous intent.

I am coming, Jedi, he loudly thought as he closed in on his target. Fight me or run, it makes no difference. Your fate is sealed.

 

[Koda Fett]

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

It was often that a Bounty Hunter was required to be either a Hammer or a Scalpel. They're roles in which the more versatile are capable of being, and whilst Fett was more akin to being the Hammer with his wide variety of weaponry within his arsenal, at times he was still relatively suited to becoming the Scalpel. Fortunately, it appeared that they needed a Hammer in their current situation. Something to squash anything in their path, grind it into oblivion and then carry on as if it were nothing but a minor bump in the road. Being so out of touch with one's morality tended to create monsters, and in the eyes many that is exactly what the Mandalorian was.

Perhaps it was the actions of new Mandalorian Empire that enabled the thought of discussion with a blaster wielding Mandalorian, but in that case Fett was more of a traditionalist. He was rarely one for words, if ever. Holding a certain preference for direct action rather than taking the long route, especially now that the system was under attack. Whether members of the Rebel Alliance arrive soon or not, Koda was intent on acting fast.

Ailyn cast a helmeted glance in the direction of Koda, unsure as to whether or not they were required to follow these rules. To an extent, they were lawmen, no? Did they abide by the laws, or simply manipulate them into gaining their payment? The answer is that they were neither lawmen nor did they abide by these laws. Any Hunter worth his salt had his own, and his employers. Beyond that, there was nothing that mattered. So, when Fett's Carbine found itself raised as if it were a side-arm, and the trigger pulled, sending a crimson bolt soaring throughout the air between them and into the Security Chief, Ailyn was a little more than shocked. Regrets? Maybe.

Even if they had weapons of their own, for the most part it would prove foolish to combat the Mandalorian and his Companion. Miners, in experience were hardy people but not without their vices of greed. A life was worth more than their pride. Koda nodded his head to the right, just as his Carbine flicked in the same direction. Prompting them to move in such direction.

 

[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"] │ @Amun │ [member="Nixia Amabilia"]

“Oh, John is in the bridge. He’s being irritable, I’d be careful.”, she’d hum as one of the droids walked next to Atlas.

Around him, he’d see a few dozen droids, each with assault rifles and more he’d find recognizable; through likely ones he’d never thought he’d face. Their triangular heads made them distinguished to the bright interior of the vessels hangars, as graffitti littered the walls around them as artistic backdrops. The weapons they carried were the notorious Jackal’s most often, some carrying the Hellfires and one or two with the dreaded Inferos. He’d have to be careful no matter, as even the smallest hint of betrayal and he knew as well as any Cybele would sick on him the full might of the ship’s interior defenses; something usually spent on keeping the peace inside of a nightclub.

Deeper inside, the soft churns of the music reverberated through his feet, but not his ears. It was a familiar feeling, as the ever pervasive nightclub inside its aged reactor core had been running nonstop since its creation. Familiar, there were nearly thirty thousand people aboard not related to the operation of the vessel he would soon have to deal with; for better or for worse.

“You alright, Face Mask? You seem tense.”, she offered to him.

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“Mr. Kane has arrived in the hangar, John.”

The Slave tapped his chin as he heard those words. It’d been some time since he saw Atlas last, but he never questioned what the old knight had been up to. He left him to do what he wished, and in turn Atlas never questioned what The Slave did; but they were somewhat close friends at this point, and it was comforting he was aboard. At least, as close of friends The Slave ever had; the only comparison would have to be Arken, though he was nowhere to be found. Something about business on Serenno, he couldn’t really remember all the details.

“Good, tell him to come up here. He should meet Judas.”, he said, glancing to massive warrior behind him.

“Are the vessels ready for boarding, Cybele?”

“As ready as they’ll ever be.”

He nodded glancing back to the naval engagement before him. There it was again, this strange foreboding feeling he couldn’t shake. The ever present doom that pervaded his confidence and left him littered with doubt… Was he the target of some Sith spell? Know, he’d know there would be a difference. Perhaps he was on the comedown of something he forgot he had taken? No, he made sure he was sober before getting ready…

What was bothering him so much? What could be so dark that even he couldn’t help but feel -

“Make sure you come back when you’re done.”, she said.

“Huh?”

“Make sure you come back.”, she said with what sounded like a smile pervading her synthetic tones.

“I… I will, Cybele.”

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Phrik armour, lightsabre (both in sig), rebreather, boltgun, Reaper Plasma Shotgun, sidearm.
Objective: Reunion. Mayhem.
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] (Engaging). In area: [member="Belphaegor"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Tabigarashu Madara"].
Allies in area: [member="Cedric Grayson"].


It was time for a reunion. Perhaps it was the will of the Force, if you were inclined to follow such mystical notions. Or simple causality. Either way, the hangar bay was a place of death. Blaster bolts flew everywhere, rotary cannons roared, people died.


Anxiety and madness gripped those affected by the Witch-Necromancer's mind games. Some were frozen and paralysed, others turned their guns on each other or their comrades. One of them put a blaster pistol inside his mouth and pulled the trigger, unable to blot out the voices. Still, there were those who kept firing on the Sith, though the boarders were gaining ground.


Blaster bolts peppered the ground and walls as a slender, female figure clad from head to toe in somewhat archaic looking Phrik armour stepped into the bay. Some bolts missed her by far, others peppered her armour. Then there was fire. A few Sith troopers who had been doing a good job making themselves a nuisance went up in flames. Undoubtedly there were many more of them, for the boarding party had arrived in force.


Elpsis paid them little mind as she sought some cover behind a crate. Her attention was focused on the Force-users among the boarding party. To be precise, it was focused on a specific one. A presence she knew very well - from Ession. They had history. As a matter of fact, said history went back to Elpsis' adoptive mother.


Lady Kerrigan sends her regards.


Taking aim through the scope of her boltgun, the blinded seer squeezed the trigger, firing a salvoe of explosive bolts towards Matsu Xiangu. 30mm x 45mm. These bolts exploded on impact, had a good blast radius and were designed to take out Force-users. Doubtless they would not kill her. Elpsis knew how tough she was. But that was fine. As she fired, she channelled the Force inside her.

 

[Ras Val'kor]

Location: Deep Space Staging Area
Aboard: HIM Tempetus
Ally: [member="Garen Kalkat"]

The thrill of a good battle was something that the Sithspawn inherently valued; spilled blood, the aroma of burning debris and chemicals. It was all too enticing to be pushed aside for anything more quiet and mundane. After all, if the reports were true, then the real picture was indeed the SSD Acerbitas. There was a hunch that Iprotis had, and he needed to prove it to himself. ​

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More residual memories stirred inside of the hijacked body, or at least what remained of Ras Val'kor. It was quite peculiar, really. How a simple man could hold such determination to staying alive somehow. He was an alcoholic, a liar, and a waste of skin with no true calling. His time had ended, and now it was the beginning of a new dawn.​

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A new memory that would seep into the former Imperial's soul. If Iprotis could not force the man's essence to perish, then he would destroy it by murdering his own friends and comrades. Even their families too, if they could be tracked down. ​

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Learning to have somewhat coped with the abnormalities, Iprotis managed to suppress the undying enigma that was now Ras Val'kor, albeit with some complications. But it didn't matter now.​

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Only the Empire mattered, and their victory.​

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"I've made my decision, Admiral. And it seems my best choice of action belongs onboard that aforementioned ship. If there are Sith present, then it only makes my job easier. I'd consider them a crutch, if you will. Less clean up for one's self."​

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The swirling hues of blue outside of the viewport distracted Iprotis for a moment or two as he fell into silence. ​

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There was no room for failure.​

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There was only the Empire. ​

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And it is all that ever shall be.​

 

[Amea Virou]

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

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The chief arched back and fell to the floor, lifeless. The crowd behind the guards gasped and backed away. The fear that had been present blossomed out in full as they all began to back away from behind the guards and in the direction indicated by the bounty hunter as the guards began to ready themselves for a confrontation. Amea grasped at her batons and slowly got them out of their holsters and readied herself and the other guards held their blasters by their sides on the ready. Eyes darted between the bounty hunter and his accomplice with scrutinizing glances.

It was clear who the weaker link was and the target was made. The problem was that they all reached the same conclusion and without the chief’s direction it all went pear-shaped real quick. They were down to four guards including Amea, and three of them fired at the woman in near-perfect sync. One for the leg, the other for the heart and a third for the head. This was not how Amea wanted it to go, but with the death of the security chief it had just been a matter of time before the situation escalated beyond any real salvation.

A click, the sound of a lid opening sounded off from behind Amea and she turned to look.

A detonator.

“Forgive me.”

The boy pushed the button within and gradually louder beeping sound whistled throughout the field before it all erupted into a bright explosion that threw Amea off her feet as the Gree engine in the background went up in a fiery explosion and flame unlike anything that the girl had ever seen before.

She rolled around, pushed herself off the ground and looked at the burning wreckage.

So much for the three paychecks.

 

[Elijah Brockway]

Location: Exiting Hyperspace
Aboard: HIM Tempestus
Allies: [member="Ras Val'kor"] [member="Atlas Kane"]
Enemies: [member="The Slave"] [member="Judas Foster"] [member="Julian Valentine"]

Garen's eyes stared unblinkingly into the reflective transparisteel panels on Iprotis's helmet as the agent answered. And, for a moment more, he remained silent, still peering. His cold gaze looking for any sign of weakness in the agent, any hint that he might not be in control. There was much Garen didn't know about the man before him, but what he did know was enough. One of the first things Garen was told prior to Iprotis being assigned to his ship was that he was potentially volatile.

When the agent's helmet shifted subtly, showing the change in attention, Garen turned away as well, seemingly satisfied. "Good," he said simply. "Ma—"

"Sir, we're receiving a beacon transmission, Sith signal," one of his techs reported, drawing his attention over. "Anything more than that?" he growled, prompting the tech to speak further.

"Special signal, sir. One the Armada's been on the lookout for for a retrieval operation." Garen's eyes narrowed.

"Are we on an interception course for it?" He asked, and the tech nodded. "Calculate its position to the best of your ability, and then bring us out of hyperspace as close to it as you can. Comms, make sure to inform the others in the jump." While a short pair of 'Aye-ayes' resounded, Garen turned back to Iprotis.

"Change of plans," he said shortly. "Make your way down to the forward airlock, grab a propulsion device and an extra oxygen canister. If this is the operation I'm thinking of, you're going to have something else to board very quickly, and likely much closer than we would be to the Acerbitas. Dismissed." The Rear Admiral turned back to his command console, before standing up as the ship exited hyperspace. Just behind it floated the Incapacitator-class Interdictor, as well as all three Athena-class frigates that he had brought along and one of the Vigil II corvettes. In front of it, with its port side in full view, was a ship that was nearly as large as his own battlecruiser, and some small escorts. He quickly walked to the front of the command walkway, issuing commands as he covered the distance.

"Train all weapons on that ship," he growled. "Tell our interdictor to activate its gravity wells and the frigates to run shields. I don't want it to get away any time soon. Comms, give me a name for that ship and then get ready to broadcast a message to it." He stood before the holocomm transmitter on his bridge, as the comm officer rattled off the name of the vessel and started to open a broadcast channel. Technicolor Beat.

Once the connection was established, Garen spoke up, hoping that the large ship he was currently staring at the broadside of would listen to the message. If not, it was no true bother. "Technicolor Beat, this is Rear Admiral Garen Kalkat of the Sith-Imperial Armada," he said clearly into the transmission. "You are henceforth advised to deactivate your weaponry and prepare to dock with the HIM Tempestus, whereupon all sentients onboard will surrender themselves to the forces that come to secure your vessel. Failure to comply promptly will necessitate that hostile action is taken." He nodded to his comm officer, who cut the transmission.

Now it was up to the captain of the Technicolor Beat to determine the fate of his ship and crew. I do hope, for his sake, that he makes the intelligent choice.

Spoiler: Battlegroup: Panatha's Fist

Present at Gree:
1x Defoliation-class Siege Battlecruiser, HIM Tempestus
1x Incapacitator-class Interdiction Cruiser
3x Athena-class Shield Frigates
1x Vigil II-class Corvette

Waiting at staging area:
1x Harrower-class Dreadnought, Mk. III
2x Eradicator-class Heavy Cruisers
2x Shard-class Assault Frigates
1x Vigil II-class Corvette

Total Length: 10,100 meters

 

[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"]

Jairus just smirked at her accusation.

It wasn't wrong, but it wasn't one hundred percent correct either. But he knew that just a smile (as if he was caught with his fingers in the cookie jar) would be enough to annoy her, more than any word against her would have done in the moment. While Dante was busy with setting up the charges the Sith Lord approached the terminal. It... hissed? The edges of the system recoiling a bit at the foreign presence that had stepped up to it right there.

"Weird." Jai murmured, but the sharp tendrils (the controls maybe?) were enough to dissuade him from touching it. Have you ever seen anything like this?

His thought bridged the vast difference between him and her. The wake of serpent wings bellowing, the flittering of smol indignant touch answering.

I figured as much, don't be surprised if I have a tentacle phobia after this chit.

He followed Dante's directions. One step, two, three, until she was happy with the distance. What point was there in bringing along a demolitions expert, if you didn't actually listen to them every once in a while. The explosion went off and it send a shockwave that vibrated through everything. Behind them the ships shuddered and from all around things started... crying? Sing-song screeching of pain and sadness. Once the smoke and fire cleared away the path forwards became clear.

What also became clear?

It hadn't been... metal perse. Green liquid was slowly seeping down and oozing on the floor.

"Well. That is new." What was newer was the sensation of pain brushing against Jairus' mind. This entire shipyard was more alive than they thought it was. Reports came flooding in from Blue Team as they came in contact with Romi and Aten's strikeforce.

"If anyone is still alive, tell them to retreat." Jai mentioned to Dante as they stepped over the green ooze and into a corridor. "Maybe have them set up some traps to slow them down."

 

[Koda Fett]

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

Everybody died sooner or later, one way or another. That was always a certainty, and death was something that even Sith Lords could only delay, never halt in it's entirety. Not everyone was so bothered about the concept of death, and what lied beyond. Fett alone had met a few individuals who had died, only to return and escape from Netherworld. It wasn't the prospect of death that concerned the Mandalorian, but instead a Legacy. What would he leave behind if he died? He didn't have anybody to carry his torch, only a name and fearsome reputation. The real question being, of course, is that enough?

Possibly.

Beneath her helmet, Ailyn's eyes went wide with fear, shock and horror. Certain that the most recent panicked breath she took was going to be her last. Frozen, she couldn't move. Already in over her head, lacking the gear for a sustained firefight. Koda, however, rushed his hand left hand towards his right gauntlet and activated the Hunter's Aide. Projecting a hardlight hologram right before them, forcing those bolts to impact upon it and leave the two unscathed. Yet, it wouldn't last and as a result several more were projected to form a barrier as the Mandalorian ushered Ailyn into cover, where she would hopefully stay.

"T-thanks." She stammered, staring towards the ground and filled with uncertainty.

Koda's HUD kicked into full throttle, engaging itself with the Wrist Mounted Missile Launcher that currently housed an 'Escalation' type Missile. A Baradium Core installed, ready to mimic that of a Thermal Detonator. With the Carbine slung over his shoulder, he thrust his arm upwards and disengaged the Hunter's Aide, firing a singular missile with it's Smart Homing System enabled. It was the Security Member in the direct middle who had earned Fett's ire, but it was never anything personal. Only that he unfortunately stood in the area that provided the maximum amount of lethality.

All the while, however, Ailyn appeared back alongside him. Her body shielded by armour and the object before the two, bound to be mining equipment. A wild and erratic display of Blaster Fire was sent soaring in their direction too, but by Koda's standards her accuracy wasn't particularly deadly.

 

[Amea Virou]

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

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The guard looked up, and that was the last thing he ever did. The remaining guards were thrown away by the impact of the explosion before their minimal presences in the force were all faded one by one. Amea tried to push off the ground but found resistance. A small piece of the engine had knocked her over and flying off away from the others. It caused her no small amount of pain, but this was just part of the job. She got off of her and got off the ground. The two dead bodies of her partners laid still on the ground and she peered over at the bounty hunter with a frustrated glare. The two batons were put on the ready and she got herself into position.

It was all about priority from here. There was a weaker link and she was aware of this. The guards had been aware of this too, but they had all paid the price for their actions. The situation was looking grim, and while Amea was not one to fight battles she knew with the utmost certainty that she could win this wasn’t a fight that she had picked as much as been dragged into.

She set off into a sprint to the closest foe, the woman that reeked of uncertainty.

Batons at the ready she would swing for the woman’s head in the hopes of dazing her enough to trip her by the leg and follow it up with another whack to render her unconscious.

The miners all scattered in fear from the explosion, a natural reaction for the events that were unfolding. Some ran into the houses while some ran for the paths they had uncovered the engine in.

There were some that lingered to seemingly look at the fight, but they were a precious few.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

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Location: Gree Space, Asation, Ancient Ruins
Objective: Unleash the Darkness
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Darth Caecus"], [member="Luca Thorne"]
Enemies: [member="Varex"]
Equipment:

• In Signature
• Jinwodasirhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/127673-jinwodasir-pins-of-protection

Everything was taken into account even the diversion by Lord Saarai to mask what they were doing. They needed it.

The Shadow Hand wasted no time in guiding the group through the foggy, hot, humid swamp. They were very far in and the vegetation had grown so much over the thousands of years since this area last saw conflict that the canopy was thick enough to resist even the strongest attacks from above. It took a good deal of work for the strike force to clear enough space for the twin shuttles to land in safe place. The canopy casted shadows over the wetlands and one could easily understand why it was so treacherous out here just by looking around. The wet areas were cloudy, dark, and could be anywhere from a few inches to deep enough to swallow a small ship.

All around them a storm of noise erupted from nearly every direction the distant screeches of creatures could be heard from all around them. Swarms of sithspawn had been unleashed to kill any natural predators around the complex and anything that moved in general, horrifying screeches of modified packs of Rathtars filled the air and the thundering wings of deadly sith wasps could be seen and heard whizzing over them.

The group made their way around and to what looked like a main path of sorts to the gigantic complex, a towering marvel hidden within the jungle and a symbol of the once mighty Gree Empire, before they lost everything. The complex was practically glowing with activity when the group made their approach to the front. Soldiers of the Blackblade Guard were preparing barricades, energy shields, laying down mines, reinforcing every inch of the complex alongside force wielding agents. All around them the lost technology of the Gree was on full display, still after all these years they managed to glow bathing the inside in blue light. Already waiting for them in the hypergate chamber was handpicked sorcerers from the Zambrano retinue and the Order of Shadows under orders preparing an extremely complex ritual for what they were about to do.

Even after all these years those attuned to the force could feel a residual energy from what happened here, the foul creature from the great beyond that crossed the veil into reality and the aberrant horde that spawned from it. "In ages past the Dread Masters stood in the same halls we now walk in with one purpose. They cracked open the veil of reality and opened the gates to allow creatures of the void to cross into our world, a great terror of the dark beyond to bend it to their will. We've found loose references of the terror sealed away by the ancient gree and a loose translation of this singular reference:

"Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Lotek'k, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes." He said pausing, letting what he had said sink in. The last time the great calamity was unleashed it was forced back at great cost, and the Dread Masters interrupted before they could complete their dark ritual. But today the Sith would accomplish what the Dread Masters never could, and the Lotek'k would bend to their will. It had taken time for him and Taeli to plan the dark ritual, and through a spell created by her they could replicate the spell the Dread Masters were going to use to unleash and bind this monster to them. They would drag this beast from the void and force it to submit to their will, and use it to destroy all who opposed them.

They made their way through the halls and finally through the blast doors to the massive sphere antechamber that held the hypergate, and the great ritual circle. Sorcerers were already harvesting blood of the innocent as one of many material components they would need when the group had arrived to begin the proceedings. "We have devised a method to replicate their magic, and complete the black ritual that they never could."

 

[Koda Fett]

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

It appeared as if Ailyn recovered quickly from her tangle with fear. Be it the safety of cover, the significantly lessened amount of armed individuals firing at her, or the knowledge that Koda was supporting her with an intensive amount of firepower spread across what seemed to be his entire body. In fairness, he wasn't particularly reliable in this regard. A selfish man, and for good reason. Yet, even still, Ailyn saw past the Helmet the Galaxy had come to know, beyond his facial features and into his very soul. There was something in there she liked, perhaps loved. Whether Fett was inherently good or bad, it hardly seemed to matter to her. Suppose that might be, in essence, true love. Koda, though, was too broken to truly attach himself, too committed to his code, and his profession. Bounty Hunting was his life. Ailyn could never fill that role.

In the moment Amea dashed forwards, Ailyn's visor locked onto the woman's eyes. She moved up to meet her, firing her blaster and obscuring the Mandalorian's line of sight. In this adrenaline filled moment, Ailyn couldn't contain herself. Her aim didn't remain true, and subsequently found herself being clobbered over the head with a baton, staggering backwards as the weapon fell into her dominant hand only. Then the sweeping actions of the legs, forcing it from her grip entirely. This, however, opened Fett's line of sight.

As that, potentially, final blow seemed to come crashed down, Koda fired a whipcord in the direction of Amea. If it was to strike true, unlike Ailyn's aim, she would certainly find herself tangled up by it. Whether it encased her torso, confined her arms to her body, simply the arms, or perhaps the legs.

More regret.

 

[Cenric Marus]

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

The Sith's bellow arched and bounced through the hall of the ship, ringing in Cenric's ear and sending a prickle of goosebumps running across his skin. He frowned slightly, his lightsaber quickly finding it's way into the palm of his hand. His grip on the weapon was loose, and slowly he came to a stop as he felt an emanating wave of the darkside reach through the halls. When he strained he could almost hear the steady 'thunk' of the massive Sith's footsteps.

He frowned slightly, and one of the troopers behind him took a step back.

Cenric half turned, motioning for the man to stand his ground. This fight would not be a quick one, but at the very least they had the advantage. His heart began to beat faster, it's steady thud ringing in his ear as he closed his eyes and began to focus. He tried to do as Cedric had instructed him, tried to draw upon the force as much as he could. He felt himself settle, slowly but surely, though he could feel the troopers around him still panicking.

"Pull back behind me." Cenric told the others as his lightsaber burst into life.

This was the weapon that had already killed one Sith, perhaps it would kill another.

Footsteps began to grow louder, and Cenric knew that the Sith was just around the corner.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Allies: [member="Varex"] (Sort Of) | Enemies (Eventually): [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Taeli Raaf"] | Location: Aboard the Shadowsfall | Gear: Corporis Skin Suit, Twin White Lightsabers, Amphistaff, Blast Bugs

He didn't know why he had signed on for this gig. The Sith were attacking where he had no personal claim. Sure he had helped with setting up the Alliance, but he no longer found he really cared. Truthfully, he cared little about anything outside of his family anymore. His last vestige of hope for a future had been torn asunder by the words and actions of a woman he had cared very much about. Then he had further been torn apart by an extended member of a family he had long cared for.

Things were not going well for him.

He had stolen his way aboard the Shadowsfall with the only purpose of trying to keep another world from being turned into the mess that was Coruscant. He didn't care if the Alliance lost so much as he cared about the outcome for the worlds under attack. Even if the Sith lost they left worlds in states of decay. When they won it was even worse. At the very least he could go out of life taking the fight to the Sith as he always had.

He hid inside of the Current, Force signature diminished, not really wanting the others on the ship to know he was there, and waited inside of the U-Wing in the hangar. He had little doubt, given the obvious stealth capabilities, that it wouldn't be the method of use of getting the strike team down to Asation. When it did, he would be among their number, prepared to slog away and face the darkness once again.

One last time for good measure. He had killed countless Sith in the eight hundred plus years of his life, and he barely remembered most of them. He didn't care to. What were a few more days of life if it meant he could kill the enemies of peace and light? It wouldn't atone for his failures, and he didn't care if people looked at him differently for helping. He just wanted to put his mind at ease before he went to find her.

Before he sought his end at the hands of his own daughter.

 

[Eugen Aker]

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Location: Asation High Orbit
Objective: Recon
Allies: RA, AIE, SJO
Opposition: Sith Empire and Friends

The arrival of the Sith armada to Asation was soon followed by the by the reversion of a single small stealth drone above the dark side of one of the planet’s moons.

The drone did not tarry, immediately boosting away from the moon and beginning its reconnaissance mission to confirm the sightings of the Behemoth. Wherever that Dreadnought went, the Sith Emperor was sure to be there.

Wherever he was, that’s where Jyoti needed to be.

It didn’t take long for the long for the drone to find its mark during its first rotation - it was hard hiding a warship the size of a city. The Behemoth was planetside with a bevy of escorts.

During its passive scanning, it picked up on calls of disturbances throughout Satikan, and the arrival of additional friendly forces, but their numbers were much too small to challenge the Sith armada head on.

The drone transmitted its findings in a few short burst transmissions to its handlers over [SIZE=11pt]biocomm[/SIZE], then moved to settle in a geosynchronous orbit.

Elsewhere within the Veragi sector, Silver and Rebel (the RA’s cousins from the South) warships began to mobilize. They couldn’t hope to repulse the Sith everywhere, but they could deliver once decisive blow where it counted, another painful cut to the Sith Empire. The Behemoth alone represented more resources than that available to the entire Gree Enclave (and perhaps the Rebel Alliance as a whole), not even counting its escorts.

One glorified staging area for an emperor and his pet Dreadnought, more than a worthy trade.

Location: Pantera-class Stealth Frigate Nightshade,

Dealing with a sudden invasion, Jyoti’s briefing to her commanders and Rebel counterparts was short. Picket elements (Alyisa) were immediately dispatched to harass the Sith Armada ahead of the main assault group still mobilizing, while factory ships and mobile bases began their journey farther into the Tingel Arm away from the borders of the Sith Empire. As hostile surface activity had been reported across the planet, strike teams (Allyson, Valkren, Yuroic, Kahne) and psyops were being prepped for action planetside.

After Initial orders given, she slipped away with Allyson to her cabin across from the operations center, ostensibly to discuss important matters with her fellow Shadow.

Now crisis mode, the Echani’s demeanor had been stiff and brusque, but her expression softened as the cabin door slid shut and she approached Allyson.

“You know what I came here to do, but are you going to be okay to follow me? I could really use you on Asation, but I wouldn’t be upset if you stayed behind and helped with evacuations instead.”

Spoiler

[member="Alyisa Mithel"]
[member="Valkren Calderon"]
[member="Allyson Locke"]
[member="Varex"]
[member="Kahne Porte"]
[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
[member="Avoim Oeymo"]
[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"]
[member="Taeli Raaf"]
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
[member="Kaalia Pavance"]
[member="Darth Caecus"]
[member="Luca Thorne"]