Your Overconfidence Is Your Weakness | Rebel Alliance Invasion of Sith Empire Held Dubrillon Hex

[Jaster Awaud]

Directly Engaging: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
Allies Aboard the Behemoth: [member="The Slave"] | [member="Katya Shorn"] | [member="Judas Foster"]
Enemies Aboard the Behemoth: Nyra Mazul | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Blackblade Guard"] | [member="Vaylin"]
Fleet Comp:

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1st Rebel Armada

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  Delta-9 (Lucrehulk Class-X Supercarrier)- Hull: 3,000 | Shields: 3,000
  
  20 Squadrons of MS-10
  

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Euphoria (Jaraden-Class Fleet Carrier)- Hull: 2,000 | Shields: 1,000

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  5 Squadrons of Awaud Superior Fighter
  
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  8 Squadrons of TCW-09 Bomber
  

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Ares (Jaraden-Class Fleet Carrier)- Hull: 2,000 | Shields: 3,000

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  5 Squadrons of Awaud Superior Fighter
  
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  8 Squadrons of TCW-09 Bomber
  

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Excalibur (Jaraden-Class Fleet Carrier)- Hull: 2,000 | Shields: 3,000

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  4 Squadrons of Awaud Superior Fighter
  
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  4 Squadrons of TCW-09 Bomber
  
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  5 Squadrons of Exodus Class Strategic Bomber
  

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Shade (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 3,500

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  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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Colossus (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 3,000

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  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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Spitfire (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 2,500 | Shield: 0

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  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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Exterminator (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000

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  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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Titan (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 2,000

• 
  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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Wyvern (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 3,500

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  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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Valkyrie (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000

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  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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Hellhound (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 2,500 | Shield: 2,000

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  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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Colossus (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000

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  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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Amazon (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000

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  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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5 x Brimstone-Class Heavy Criuser (6,000 m) Hull: 1,000 | Shield: 500

[*]Jedi's Prosperity Heavily Damages

• Completely crewed by NN-2
• 30 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter

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15 x Excalibur-class Corvette (4,960 m) Hull: 200 | Shield: 200

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Spiral Corps Lost with all hands

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Chancellors Curse Lost with all hands

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  Completely crewed by NN-2
  
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  Single TCW-09 Bomber
  

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999,981 NN-13 Droids

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Primary Invasion Fleet

• Bear (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000
• Clavering Castle (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000
• Exchange (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000
• Pitt (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000
• 4 x Brimstone-Class Heavy Criuser (6,000 m) Hull: 1,000 | Shield: 500
  ​Completely crewed by NN-2

[*]14 x Excalibur-class Corvette (4,960 m) Hull: 200 | Shield: 200

• ​Completely crewed by NN-2

"Sir, enemy weapons fire has heavily damaged the Spitfire and the Hellhound, Vanguard ships have also broken formation to advance on out position." The tactical officer was starting to look worried. As mercenaries, they preferred to not take such risks as Jaster was taking, but trusted in their commander.

Jaster only sent more orders ahead. "With the Vanguard moving forward their fighter defensive screen is thinner now, or they let the Vanguard ahead without protection," He thought for a second, "I doubt the enemy would leave their central fleet weaker and the loyal Sith would willingly give their life for their cause," Tapping his Coms Unit he sent the Order, "Order the Fighter and Bomber Wings to break engagement and torp that advancing fleet back to the Old Republic Days, Advanced Fighter are to give cover and take out AA Defense."

The Comms Officer nodded and relayed the order. She then turned back towards the Viceroy, "Coded message from the Invasion Fleet over laser line communications, they have arrived at specified time with air support and the four Meph Battlecruisers."

Looks like everything was going as planned, those ships knew the plan from there. Joining up with the Left Flank Fleet, those two together would advance and take out the Rear Guard of the Sith Fleet. The only thing missing was the-

The Navigational Officer turned with a flurry and Commed Jaster, "Large Fleet ripped out of Hyperspace, they are underneath us Sir."

Jaster looked at the time, arrived a little late, but the Sith should have acted quicker then that. The next faze of his plan was now activated. A river of orders crashed against the Strat Command Team. "Activate Zeta Plan, have the second fleet commence attack and lets set up a defensive screen around the carrier, lets keep their attention." He looked away from the Tactical Map and at the View port of the Bridge, "Inform the Spitfire and Hellhound to get between us and the Behemoth."

The Meph Battle Cruisers from the Center Fleet continued to keep their weapons cooled. Shields however were still at maximum effect, and with their Molecular Shielding they were extra resistant. He was using the Battlecruisers not as attack boats, but as acting secondary shields. Now with the involvement of this second fleet, he could now use them to the best of their ability. These Meph Battlecruisers opened up on the closing fleet of the Vermillion Authority. These weapons were on full swing as they launched all lower deck guns in waves at the enemy fleet. The Center Fleet continued to drop onto this new threat and Meph Cruisers were now blocking fire from the enemy fleet with their shields. But again, this was not the major turn of the plan.

On the dark side of Dubrillon Moon, an order was received and if one looked close enough a retrofitted ancient Separatist Supply Ship was laying in wait. It received its orders and all available starfighters were launched. As if the Sith Empire had hit a hornets nest, a massive amount of over 50 squadrons of FE-3 Starfighters and Chiloon-IV Fighter/Bombers were launched directly out of its bays and were now heading towards the Center Fleet of the Sith Imperial Forces. These were to work along side [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"] in attacking the Center Fleet. Jaster the transferred Droid Command to the Meph Battle cruiser of the Second Fleet and both the Left Flank and the Invasion Fleet joined to attack the now Rear, and underbelly of the Diamond Formation.

Rebel Fleet Actions:

• Left Flank and Invasion Fleet join together to attack the Rear Guard
• Center Fleet is now engaging the new fleet that arrived, still heading downward without slowing
• Center Fleet Fighters and Bombers are attacking the Vanguard Fleet
• Right Flank still at long range and continuing to send Bombers and Fighters to support attack on Vanguard Fleet
• Hidden Supply Base launched Fighters and joined the Invasion Forces Fighter Squadrons in their attack

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Deal with the Interrupters
Location: Deploying to the Refinery
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Darth Vesper"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Corso"] @Vliaz Munin [member="Ardeth Zun"] [member="Braith Achlys"] [member="Elani Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Wyatt Morga"] [member="Ras Val'kor"] [member="Aten Ramses"] [member="Aryn Teth"]

Equipment: Armor Lightsaber

Well this was a merry scene for as she entered the refinery. The currents in the Force were clashing all over, darkness rising and light trying to meet it. But more and more dark signatures were appearing, trickling in... and it was good. She could feel Coren, she could feel someone augmenting their body beyond what it could take with the Force. Burnout would be inevitable. She could feel others, but an explosion among some of the Sith Legionaries caught her attention first. Bodies went flying from the frag grenade, a Rebel soldier having thrown it.

He felt... off, sick perhaps? The bloody bile was certainly evidence. Terminally ill? Yes... death hung close to the man... he could prove useful.

"What a mess," she said. She kept her lightsaber deactivated, her amber eyes glowing in the flickering of lights for a moment. If there was anything else that would mark her as Sith, she couldn't really say. He likely would know who she was if he was a member of the Rebels and having seen the destruction of the Galactic Alliance.

"I see the rebels are not above using a dying man to further their agenda, a pity," she continued. "Tell me... what exactly ails you?"

 

[AMCO]

Location: Sith-Imperial Collection and Refinery Complex Dorn
Objective: Murderize those darn rebels.
Allies: Sneering Imperialists, incl. [member="Elani Zambrano"] & [member="Samka Derith"]
Rebel Scum: [member="Aten Ramses"] | [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ras Val'kor"], [member="Cenric Marus"], & [member="Cedric Grayson"].
Equipment:

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• Asiminesti (Lightsaber)
• HG-54 "Vora" Class Verpine Hand Cannon
• ND-012 "Ri Qorit" Disabler
• Shard of Nil
• NADIR E-SERIES Grav Core
• [3] Blackroot Potions
• [2] Invisibility Potions

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As they made the final approach towards the embattled refinery complex, Adrian took a moment to enjoy the feeling of the wind on his face, the sweet taste of the dark side. He could feel it; the death, the misery, the pain. It was odd, how things that he normally tried to avoid felt so enticing when they were felt through the force. He knew he should be worried, but he had no time for such petty concerns. He was heading into a war zone and would likely need every bit of power at his disposal.

Of course, not all war zones were made equal. He could see the raging battle on the beach... and wanted no part of that. He might be Sith, but Adrian had always had a healthy survival instinct. No, the complex itself was his goal. Lots of corridors, lots of security. Perfect place to quickly get some meatshields between himself and the enemy, if push came to shove.

Leaping off their speeders at the foot of the massive complex, Adrian and his fellow Acolyte made their way to a small service entrance, blocked by a thick turadium blast door. As he positioned himself directly in front of the door, the young Corellian felt confident that the perimeter sensors had been triggered by their approach, even with the fighting going on in parts of the complex. Right hand darting to his side, he pulled the silvery hilt of his lightsaber forth, activating it and placing himself in a standard resting form.

Eyes staring intently at the camera above the door, he waited, the crimson sheen of the lightsaber accentuating the pitch black of his Sith robes. Just as he was getting impatient, the door slid open with a whoosh, revealing the utilitarian interior. Sheathing his lightsaber, he strode forth, [member="Xevek Rakama"] at his side. As he entered the compound, he began to feel a darkness spewing forth from somewhere within, enhancing his power and strengthening his resolve. Though he did not recognise the source, he knew what it entailed. He knew that what strengthened him and his fellow Sith would weaken the assailing Jedi. Smiling broadly, only more so after hearing the surprisingly youthful voice of a certain Ren over the speakers, he made his way towards the residential quarters, for lack of any better destination. Vermin infestation indeed, and, like vermin, they were worthy only of extermination.

"Some welcoming. I wonder where those rebel rats are hidi..." Head spinning away from the Acolyte at his side, Adrian's gaze fell on a trio of rough looking men and women wearing mismatching uniforms, the centre one carrying a rocket launcher. As the projectile barrelled towards him, Adrian dived towards them, cloaked form barely evading the lethal weapon. There was a resounding boom behind him as the Iridonian deflected the rocket into the corridor's roof, but Adrian's gaze was ahead of him, towards the rebels.

Before they had a chance to recover, a stream of lightning danced forth from his outstretched hand, sending them writhing to the floor. One, two, three. With a flurry of quick slashes, two of the rebels lay dead, never to move again. The final form, the one who had fired the weapon, crawled backwards, face contorted by fear. "I would ask if you were mad, but aren't you all?" Without giving the young man a chance to respond, the Acolyte's lightsaber danced forth, separating the rebel's head from his shoulders. Spinning on his axis, Adrian gazed on the mess that mad son of a blaster had caused. He could sense the life force of his companion on the other side, but there was no going through it. Not in a reasonable timeframe anyway. Alone again, in the middle of a war zone. Why did he keep getting himself into these kinds of situations?

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Refinery Complex
Allies: Strike Team One
Objective: Take/Evacuate Refining Complex
Enemies: [member="Adrian Vandiir"]
Equipment: Powergaunts, Lightsaber, Asheran Armorweave clothing

The crowd of employees that had huddled within the offices began throwing everything they had at hand. Whether it be statues, mugs, or even datapads. “Will you stop and just listen?!” Between each word, there was a pause as Aten had to duck beneath or dodge an object thrown at him. “I’m trying to get you out!” The Jedi proclaimed as he raised his hand and reaching out to seize a metal frame as it had been flung at him. He’d stopped the frame a few centimeters from his face and knew if it had connected he would’ve been sporting a very shiny and colorful trophy when he left to regroup with the others.

Sighing Aten felt his concentration suddenly break as the darkness grew stronger, he felt almost as if the malevolent energy sought to suffocate the Morellian. He choked as the darkness crept into his mind words of doubt rising unabated to the surface. This will be your grave, it is here that the Jedi will fall. You will bear witness to it. Right hand reaching up and clasping the side of his head Aten held his left out to steady himself. The civilians cheering believing they’d managed to eek out a victory against the Jedi. Eyes closing and tuning them out Aten drew within himself taking a deep breath entering something akin to a trance. In his mind's eye, the Jedi began to imagine a barrier made of permacrete and slowly that barrier began to grow till it encapsulated his mind. A technique he learned during his time studying the martial art Teräs Käsi, a martial art crafted to combat other force users and keep their abilities from influencing ones’ mind. When Aten’s lavender eyes opened he felt the leverage the darkness held over him slowly abating his mental palace once more his own.

Over the intercom above came a voice that was almost childish in nature and that’s what made her final words so chilling. It nearly felt as though this wasn’t the boasting or overconfidence of the Sith, no this was a certainty. Shivering Aten looked to see the employees raising more items as though to attack the Jedi once more. “I’m not going to stop you from leaving! Get out!” Aten shouted

“You’ll get whats coming to you Jedi filth!” A voice yelled over the crowd as they threw one more mug that this time Aten caught during its arc and crushed within his glove. The Morellian had no more words to waste on them, they’d had their orders and were now leaping to obey them. Is this what the Sith did? Brainwashed individuals and covered up their own atrocities while painting the rest of the galaxy as villains? Or maybe they just didn't feel like they needed the Jedi? Were the Jedi that much worse than the Sith or were they simply the same just inversed?

Exiting the Employee offices Aten felt a shake beneath his feet, as the sound of a tremendous explosion reached his ears. Ever the curious Jedi he leaped off the walkway to the one below where he landed before another door, pressing against the panel it hissed open. Smoke and dust filled the hall for a second blinding and obscuring his view. What he did hear was the deadly hum of a saber as it carved into individuals within the hall. He even saw the faint red glow. Waving his hand and dispersing the blanket of smoke what Aten saw was a Sith. One that probably wasn’t much older than himself, who hadn’t hesitated to take the lives of the individuals splayed at his feet. Aten looked at the Sith questioningly. “Why?”

 

[AMCO]

Location: Sith-Imperial Collection and Refinery Complex Dorn
Objective: Murderize those darn rebels.
Allies: Sneering Imperialists, incl. [member="Elani Zambrano"] & [member="Samka Derith"]
Rebel Scum: [member="Aten Ramses"] | [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ras Val'kor"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], et al.
Equipment:

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• Asiminesti (Lightsaber)
• HG-54 "Vora" Class Verpine Hand Cannon
• ND-012 "Ri Qorit" Disabler
• Shard of Nil
• NADIR E-SERIES Grav Core
• [3] Blackroot Potions
• [2] Invisibility Potions

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“Why?”

For a moment, the question caught him off guard. Turning slowly away from the rubble, lightsaber held in a strangely relaxed pose, he tilted his head sideways, expression quizzical.

"Why? They attacked me. What kind of message would I be sending if I let them get away with that?" A predatory smile spreading across his features, he continued. "Besides, they made their choice. This planet is under the protection of the Sith, and the Sith do not suffer terrorists to live."

As he spoke, his eyes moved leisurely across the Jedi's body, taking in every detail. He was young, but so was Adrian. A Padawan, most likely. Interesting how the Jedi preached peace, while even their youngest members joined in on the war against the Sith. In the company of the most despicable of criminals, no less. Adrian could respect those who defended the worlds the Sith attacked, he could even respect those who counterattacked, as long as they did no harm to the Empire's civilians. But rebels? They were not soldiers, they were not protectors, they were criminals and would be treated as such.

"Tell me, how do you justify your actions? Or are you so delusional as to forget you instigated this attack?" At that, he allowed the darkness pouring through the very air to seep into him. To empower him. He had no illusions that this would end peacefully, nor could he allow it to. This was not the only installation on the planet, let alone the Empire, but its loss would still hurt them. That, he could not allow. Once the Jedi made a move, he would be ready. Soon enough, the Morellian would regret ever stepping foot on Sith-Imperial soil.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"]; Jedi and Rebels

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Was this what the Jedi felt? Antherion heaved, lifting his sword from his foe's, sheathing it. No, even though he felt, for lack of a better word, clouded, he was still attuned to the Force. There was more than this foreign compassion, there was an insistent faith that all living beings could come into this. Just as the coldness and rage knew now for a fact had rested in the heart of Cedric Grayson as much as himself was the fertile ground for the darkness that could grow in anyone, so was this the way the Light could worm its way into any heart. Except his. Until now. He paused, stepping backwards, wiping a sheen of sweat from his forehead - narrowing his eyes - gritting his teeth.

"Don't - don't speak to me of her! Selana was - she was weak - "You betrayed her. Murdered her. "Enough, make this pain stop, I - I..."

He was still enveloped by the veil of darkness, but his rampant exposure of himself to Force Light had ruptured him. He was, after all, still ultimately Sithspawn. These feelings were not just painful - though it was a pain he could not withstand, emotions he could not bring himself to feel any longer - they were toxic. It was his cold companion, hate, that had kept him alive for so long. Made him so powerful. He paused, falling silent for a while, slumping on the back wall, a headache pounding. He felt a physical backlash, a stinging pain shooting through his veins, the consequence of his reckless sorcery.

"- I am not worth saving. I am not able to be saved - go to your friends. The Antherion that Selana saw is dead. Just... just leave me alone."

With a swipe of his saber, he cut a pipe, which blossomed into flame, rushing down the line to a tankard near the back of the room. He knew that stopping it, snuffing it out, containing it would be a simple feat of the Force - but he was hoping that it would take enough of the Jedi's concentration for him to disappear. He bolted towards the door, hoping to turn, run down the hallway, run deeper into the facility, bury himself in the lower levels where he knew the rebels would not reach and be by himself.

He raised his hood and held it to cover his face with one hand - he would not be witnessed like this, he could not bear to kill any more today. Not until this pain passed. Not until he could harden his heart to the way it was before this - the way he missed - a cold, beautiful diamond that would never break.


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[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: The Behemoth
Allies: [member=Vaylin] [member="Blackblade Guard"] [member="Nyra Mazul"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Darth Rixas"] TSE
One Squadron of Blackblade Guards (12), One smokey lieutenant named Yaitzun.
Enemies: [member="The Slave"] [member="Judas Foster"] [member="Katya Shorn"] TRA
Stuff: Zaudraka, Jin'wodasir2, SIF-7 Minos, Imperator's Raiment, Scroll, Polearm.

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Information from the ship's AI pinged into the HUD of Joycelyn's helm as well as the helmets of the Blackblades following her, reported engagements and lost life signals. As her group came closer to the prams she could sense something else as well; a proverbial scent. Her enclosed armour prevented her from actually smelling anything, and yet there was as though a trail hooked her by the nose and lead her on. It was familiar, yet strange; as though she knew something akin to it - A kin, but not the same. It was a smell of the dark side of the Force, forged in a particular manner, with a particular thirst for blood and carnage.

Joycelyn and her squadron spread out as they reached the closest stop of the tram system. Their helmets pinged with the message of the tram's sudden stop and the diversion of power to another section. Usually that meant they were firing the beam weapon; it was a spectacular assault. She had seen it scorch though all but the most armoured ships as if they were mere flimsiplast. Still, that did not help her current predicament.

"You" She pointed at one of the front-most Blackblades "Find out where the tram stopped and ping it on the map"

She stepped up to the tram line and looked down into the darkness of the tunnels on either side of the stop. She sniffed the atmosphere with the Force, trying to catch the direction of the scent. Someone bearing a weapon with that kind of power was likely searching for the same breach as she. Or, less likely, they were the breach. She waved that potential conclusion away like a noxious odour.

"Captain, two stops down." the Blackblade was pointing to the right. "Move out!" Joycelyn shouted, gesturing in the same direction. "Yaitzun, take point." "Sergeant, you and five blades watch our rear. The rest follow me." With a united gesture of comprehension, the group divided.

The Sithspawned lieutenant was in front, somewhat ahead of the group. Joycelyn and the six blackblades followed behind, three in front of her, one next to her, two behind her. She carried the inactive polearm under her armpit and caressed one of the inlays with the thumb claw of her gauntleted fist.

As they arrived into the next stop, they could see one of the tram's faces further down. Joycelyn spurred the troop to haste, forsaking any semblance stealth as they did.

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Location: Refinery Complex

Allies: [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ras Val'kor"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Ardeth Zun"] [member="Braith Achlys"], [member="Elani Zambrano"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]


It was something akin to relief that made Cedric drop his arms weakly to his sides, the Blade of Ruusan going dead as he did so. There had been moments when he had doubted his ability to help Antherion see the truth of things. Truthfully, he h always had doubts about his ability to fulfill his role as a Jedi Knight. It would have been a lie to say that he hadn't been tempted to take advantage of Antherion's momentary hesitations. His words had struck more chords in the Sith Lord - no, Antherion understood the folly of that now - in Antherion than he'd expected.

His doubts had been for naught, and his faith had helped him see it through to the end. A great weight was lifted from Cedric's shoulders as the realization that he would not be forced to kill Antherion came over him. He cracked a relieved smile beneath his mask.

"The future is never certain," he said, offering his former opponent a hand.

Antherion never took it. There was a brief flash of light that left Cedric momentarily dazed, and then a column of flame flared up nearby. The knight took a moment to see the destination of that fire, bit back a curse, and willed the flames into silence. Doing so took considerable concentration from the Jedi Knight, and when he had quieted the blaze, Antherion was gone.

"Damnit," he shook his head. The knight reached out with his senses to seek out Antherion, but the troubled man was gone.

I hope you make your next move wisely Antherion.

Pain ached through his arm, though the wound while ghastly was not crippling. His midriff was in a similar state - he had no doubt that if he and Antherion were to have fought until the end, he would be walking away with far more scars than these. Perhaps he wouldn't have been walking away at all.

With a shake of his head, Cedric slipped down behind an overturned table. He reached into one of the pouches on his belt and retrieved two bacta patches. Mumbling a prayer to whatever gods ruled this galaxy, Cedric gently set each of the patches over his wounds. The relief from pain was immediate, though he would need to stay out of the combat for a few moments.

Left alone as the Rebel and Sith soldiers warred around him, Cedric focused his mind on the Great Ocean. He allowed its waters to fill his spirit, slowly replenishing his exhausted limbs and steadying his mind. This conflict had been a victory for the Light, but the battle was not yet over.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Refinery Complex
Allies: Strike Team One
Objective: Take/Evacuate Refining Complex
Enemies: [member="Adrian Vandiir"]
Equipment: Powergaunts, Lightsaber, Asheran Armorweave clothing

Moving slowly Aten’s eyes looked over the fallen rebels, he wished he could offer them a final prayer or at least words in their honor but Aten himself did not truly know the rebels. Aten was still partially in the dark about the Rebel Alliance, he simply followed his master where he believed he was needed, and the force had led them here for a reason. Eyes glancing up to meet the Sith’s, Aten contemplated his words. “Can you truly call this terrorism after everything the Sith have done? I was there on Alderaan, I saw when Coruscant was brought low… Yet you call this terrorism?” Shaking his head Aten’s body shifted slightly as he neared the Sith closing the distance between them.

Left leg moving forward and bracing itself, Aten’s right moved back, both his feet turned to the right, a slight bend in his knees. His right elbow positioned closely to his ribs and his left arm slightly forward. Aten expected a fight to take place and in case of that eventuality, he sought to be prepared. “I don’t justify what the rest have done here, I simply sought to get as many to safety as I could.” Beginning to move to the side each step slow, methodical, it would seem like Aten’s feet barely lifted from the ground as he moved. From an onlookers perspective it would seem as if the Jedi himself was the aggressor as he had entered a fighting stance but who wouldn’t when faced with a maniacal sith wielding a saber? Didn’t the young Sith have a penchant for being the more unstable ones?

“I may not condone the actions of those I accompanied but I can still make a difference if even a minor one. How do you condone the atrocities of the Sith? Do you convince yourself that it's for the greater good? That the Sith are the only way for the galaxy as a whole to prosper?” Eyes glancing off to the distance Aten felt the darkness gathering around what few pillars of light were left in the galaxy. Throat tightening Aten scolded himself for leaving Romi’s side. He couldn’t continue to waste time, if he did so her, Corren, and the other Jedi would be snuffed out. “Force forgive me,” Aten whispered just beneath his breath as he’d lash out with his right palm and from it, there would be the quick exertion of will forming an invisible pressure. His hand was aimed at the Sith’s chest although the true target of the push was the back of Adrian’s left knee a push to unbalance the Sith as Aten moved in for one of the first times in his life taking the offensive. Closing what distance remained Aten’s left fist came around in a hook at the Sith’s jaw.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Dubrillion Refinery Complex
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Comet"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Elani Zambrano"]
Enemies: Coren Starchaser | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Cenric Marus"] | [member="Aten Ramses"] | [member="Ras"] Val’kor
Engaging: [member="Romi Jade"]
Objective: Kill

He was silent. Only his footsteps was the only thing that could be heard from him that joined in chorus with those of the Dark Lord’s and others that marched with them. The Mandalorian did not spoke unlike Kaine as there were no words to share with the enemy. Only action that bare every intent to kill. His heart was closed off to the death and agony that surrounded him. A remarkable warrior he was, and was efficient at killing those that opposed him but he did it with a cold heart. Something to get accustomed to especially at the given age when he took his first life. It shocked him and was emotional over the “wrongful” act he committed. But Vilaz trained and conditioned himself to not have any remorse when he spilled blood. It was necessary for any warrior on the field of combat. Having one’s heart hollowed was simple when as experienced and aged as Vilaz. But it was something that must be sharpened and refined at all times, for that concentration could be shattered and broken at ease when not channeling oneself correctly.

Ahead of them were a couple that appeared to be rebels...but not just any ordinary rebel as Carnifex referred to one of them as “Master”.

No, they were something much more than a uniformed insurgent armed with a blaster and precious hope.

His microbinoculars built within the complex engineering of his helmet zoomed in and saw something exotic and peculiar within the hands of the woman, unknown to him was [member="Romi Jade"]. He knew the shape of that hilt. Not personally, but it was one that every weapon of its species shared.

A lightsaber.

Only those gifted (or in this case, infected for Vilaz) of the Force could construct this weapon, though it wasn’t discriminate of who wielded it. But not everyone had one on their belt. His heart believed she was a member of the order he hated. The Jedi Order. The Warlorld’s heart ignited with a fire of hatred and malice for this woman. Eyes widened with malevolence and fury exhaled from his nostrils. He broke from the ranks of his allies as he leaped from his walk, and stole point from the Sith Emperor. Then his repulsorpack activated to life as he was suspended from air and gain altitude in his flight. Just enough to be above the female Jedi, vibroblade raised above him, and then descended to where Romi stood with yell from his warrior spirit. He disregarded the Starchaser that was her companion as the Zambrano would attend him. His whole focus was on Romi...and cut her string of life.

 

[Ras Val'kor]

Location: Refinery Complex
Objective: Defend the Jedi, Kill Imperials
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: TSE - [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Vesper"] | [member="Ardeth Zun"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Braith Achlys"]| [member="Elani Zambrano"]
Immediate Threat: [member="Taeli Raaf"]



"It was a choice. I chose to fight for something other than myself, and here you are to just take."

Defiant, matter-of-fact.

For now, Ras' fight with fodder had been interrupted by someone whom he did not expect to see. In the very flesh, a Sith worth all the trouble. The blood in the soldier's veins boiled, and his skin felt as if it were burning, but he clenched his teeth and fought past the mere hindrance. What was it to win? Was it the glory of celebrating with friends and loved ones, or was it laughing over the corpses of those that actually want to deserve their courage?

Ras stared daggers into the woman, breathing heavily as he wiped blood away from his lips.

"Why do you care? You've only shown everyone that death is the only language Sith are capable of uttering."

With a chuckle, Ras raised his slugthrower, pointing it at the woman.

"Really... what is it all worth? A few more pawns in your hand, somebody to let you know how great you are? You lot truly have issues."

His focus was becoming obscured and foggy, struggling to keep aim on his target. He couldn't breathe anymore; and his lungs were at this point, in critical condition. Ras could feel himself fall to his knees as he vomited, his arms catching him from total collapse. "C'mon... kill me..." Ras slowly leaned back, arms now hanging loosely to either side.

Wide open.

His gaze was lamed as he struggled to stay awake, but the intensity of his spite never left the broken Rebel's body. Yet he was so prepared to die - right here and now. A weak smile crept over his face as he continued to admit such treason and defiance against someone who was his better, in both physical capability and stature. Truly a titan among mortals, lest these wielders of the Force be the most flawed mortals of them all.

Ras mustered the audacity to spit in the Sith's direction. Blood oozing down his mouth and neck.

Something in Ras' mind begged, though. Deep down in the recesses of his core, something pleaded to be recognized and felt by both himself and the Sith. The corruption within his body radiated strongly, calling to the woman before him. For a moment, the former Imperial's limbs tensed, then his chest became unbearably tight. No more oxygen, no words to even whimper.

Ras Val'kor slumped over on his side, the world around him fading into darkness.

And then silence engulfed him whole.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Deal with the Interrupters, Perform Emergency Sith Alchemy
Location: Refinery
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Darth Vesper"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Corso"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Ardeth Zun"] [member="Braith Achlys"] [member="Elani Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Wyatt Morga"] [member="Aten Ramses"] [member="Aryn Teth"]

Directly Interacting: [member="Ras Val'kor"]

Equipment: Armor Lightsaber

"Death only came to this world because your rebel friends attacked it," she replied, amused as she watched him lose his battle against his illness, falling to his knees and coughing up more blood and bile. He was begging for her to kill him, to end his pain and suffering. Oh no, no that would not do at all. She might be one of the more level-headed Sith, but it was always the quiet ones... the curious ones, that hid the more sadistic side of themselves. "But no, I'm not going to kill you. I have... other uses for you. Death is too good a fate for you... and the rebel commanders."

He spat at her, likely with the last of his strength, before he slumped to the ground, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. His body was starting to shut down, his internal organs from what she sensed no longer functioning properly. Six minutes until he would be beyond... was saving the proper term for what she was about to do to him? Hmm she supposed? And unluckily for the soldier, there was plenty of blood spilled in anger and hate around... and plenty of his blood here too. Summoning the dark side to her, and harnessing all of the death, misery, and energy from the blood, she began her work. A spark of life was still in that brain.

"Kitok wa ri ditra, tutki ri urs, tirji ri kasina. Shromohta sis katwa na jina'tis, daishikis jiso irsia na sososuta. Dradzia, armijio, dias zo shatunja iw ri Tsis!"

The blood around the chamber surged at her command, wrapping itself around the soldier and forming a cocoon of dark side energies and blood, his blood and the blood of the men and women he had killed. The spell would start to renew his organs and life, but it would be twisting his body and mind. Metal would be fused to his body, his armor warping and shifting from the spell. Dark energies would infuse every one of his cells, burning into him, forcing his spirit to endure every moment of his transformation. She honestly did not know what would emerge, but she was... curious.

 

[AMCO]

Location: Sith-Imperial Collection and Refinery Complex Dorn
Objective: Help the rebels become one with the Force.
Allies: Sneering Imperialists, incl. [member="Elani Zambrano"] & [member="Samka Derith"].
Rebel Scum: [member="Aten Ramses"] | [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ras Val'kor"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], et al.
Equipment: Lightsaber, Handgun, Anti-Ysalamiri, Shard of Nil, Grav Core, Blackroot Potion [3], & Invisibility Potion [2].

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Meeting the Morellian's eyes with his own dark blue orbs, Adrian smirked slightly, the only hint of emotion on an otherwise blank surface. "What is that Jedi saying? There is no death, there is only the Force? Perhaps if your order truly embraced that teaching, rather than resist the inevitable, Coruscant and Alderaan would never have had to taste the Sith's wrath." As the Jedi slithered forth every so slowly, Adrian kept his stance casual. He could feel the other man's reluctance, yet his resolve was building. He was not yet a militant crusader like the rest of them, but it was only a matter of time. In the end, the Jedi all tended to abandon their principles in the name of convenience; at least the Sith were honest from beginning to end about their self-serving pragmatism.

This one... not so much. Save the civilians, huh? At that, Adrian broke out into a soft chuckle. "So it is. Do you consider yourself a beacon of morality just because you want to help people? When will you Jedi learn that intent is irrelevant, that results are all that matter in the end?" Ah, there it was. The slow advance, the tightening of his muscles. As always, the Jedi never ceased to be predictable. How would this one justify his aggression? Self-defence, or was he in a hurry to "save" more loyal Imperial citizens? No matter. They were all excuses, in the end. Futile attempts to resolve an unworkable ideal with cold, hard reality.

A reality which the Padawan before him was seemingly unaware of. What he said in as if in jest, Adrian believed, no, not believed, knew to be true. "Why would I need to convince myself it is for the greater good when the results speak for themselves? The Sith are restoring the rule of Law to the Tingel Arm, one system at a time. We wage war to bring peace and leave a safer and more prosperous galaxy in our wake. Of course, scum like you are ever so eager to spoil our great vision. To defile the Imperial Peace with blood, pain, and death. For that, there can be no forgiveness." As if to illustrate the young Acolyte's point, the Padawan lashed out, telekinetic force projecting forth from his hand. So predictable.

Forming an invisible barrier around in front of his chest, Adrian was surprised to find the force striking the back of his left knee. Pushed forward, just as the Morellian dashed forth and lashed out with his dangerous-looking gauntlets, Adrian barely had time to recover. At the last moment, he managed to dance nimbly to the side, lightsaber coming up to scrape at the side of the gauntlet as it shot through space where his jaw had been mere moments ago. "Well played." At the same time as those words left his mouth, a brief surge of lightning launched from his left hand, aimed at the chest of the other man. Given a moment to recover, he would leap backwards, hoping to put the bodies of the diseased rebels behind the Padawan. All to prepare for an... unconventional avenue of attack.

 

[Arage Bao]

SCENES FROM THE SUPERLASER FACILITY​

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[member="Darth Filiae"]​

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"Yes, yes, you don't want me to feed right now." Alexa grumbled as they squinted at the patrol of sentients walking past them. They could only see their heels and ankles from the vantage point under the truck. But the Shi'ido knew what they'd find if they peeked up to study their faces. Green skin, tattoos, Mirialans. The Sith Empire hadn't seen the death cult of Mirial in months as they accelerated their struggle against the League of Voss, until now.

Filiae and them had been send with a detachment of legionnaires to scope out the facility. See if it was compatible as a new imperial outpost, a defensive platform. The second night everything had gone wrong.

The majority of their party slaughter.

Only reason Alexa skipped out on being served as fillet was because they had been a rock during that night. (literally shifted into the shape of a rock that just hummed softly as sleep overtook it). Only reason the Chiss was still alive was because she had been sleeping behind the rock for one reason or the other. It seemed that Filiae's survival instinct was still as good as it was.

"Now, move." As the patrol disappeared around the corner the assassin skidded from under the truck towards the open maintenance door. This was a mess, but if they managed to get in place during the test round?

They could at least send a signal to their people.

Message? Simple. The death cult has returned. They are planning on annihilating the world and herald the return of their gods.

 

[Irajah Ven]

Location: Kolto Processing Plant, Returning to Deep Lab
Allies: TSE, [member="Leliana"] [member="Djorn Bline"]
Enemies: Rebels, [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]
In Scene: [member="Jairus Starvald"]


"You know you are rather annoying to deal with, yes?"

"I am under that impression, yes," came the dry response. "It's amazing how often it doesn't occur to people that I simply do not care."

As the sub rose, Vain finally sat back, satisfied if not happy. Happy wasn't not a particularly familiar feeling anyway. Grim satisfaction would do.

"Some of them," she answered, not elaborating further.

Once the creatures were off, Vain lost any ability to influence their actions. They were animals, emboldened, enraged, but still animals. It was a gamble, but even if they all died, they could create more. There were already several in various stages of growth in the cloning creches. It would set back kolto production at the facility yes, but it would also delay someone else being able to use the facility in the event it was taken. Oh, someone could figure it out. But without Vain to complete the final stages of the current crop of clones, those would wither and die. It would take some time if the Empire were to lose the facility.

In truth, Vain would sink it and send it into the rift before she let it fall into someone else's hands. But she didn't mention that to Jairus now.

As the sub reached the station again, it took a moment- Vain squinted under the mask.

"STOP STOP STOP!"

Jairus brought the sub to a halt, bobbing in the water, just in time to avoid hitting the hatch doors that were not opening. Vain leaned over him, hitting a button. Nothing happened. Again. Again.

Bap bap bap.

"Kriff," the figure muttered, then explained- "Security protocols involve a range of features for when the station is under attack. Someone must have tripped something that locked down the outer hatches."

She didn't sound worried, just vaguely annoyed.

"Hopefully they'll do their jobs," came the grumble.

"Who, the security team?"

A gloved had waved away the question.

"No," a pause. "A pair of ladies who have been a nuisance. Until now. If they make the mess I expect they will anyway."

One an alchemist. Most certainly NOT a scientist, no. Very rude but in a polite fashion which was exceedingly annoying. If she called her Darling one more time Vain was going to turn her into nutrient paste for the Progenitors. The other.... secretive. Honestly, if there was anyone in the Empire that Vain might be a little bit afraid of, it was her. Not that she would ever admit it.

[member="Cerbera"] and [member="Darth Ophidia"]. She knew they were still there because they had been underfoot in her lab just earlier that day. She'd thrown them out, telling them to go bother someone else, the Quarrens weren't busy this time of day, go bother them.

The masked turned sideways slightly, cocking at an angle to look at him.

"You're a Sith Lord. Open it. The Force or whatever I'm sure you can manage."

Vain was not particularly worried about what was going on inside. Worst case scenario they sunk the facility- not good, not desirable at all. But there was something satisfying in the mental image of drowning whomever was infesting her halls like ants. Her own 'side'? Well, either they were expendable or they were the sort that could take care of themselves.

 

[Romi Jade]

DUBRILLION​

Refinery Complex​

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Romi Jade [member="Coren Starchaser'] [/FONT][FONT='courier new'][member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Ras Val'kor][/FONT][/CENTER]
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[CENTER][FONT='courier new'][member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Ardeth Zun"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] [member="Braith Achlys"] [member="Elani Zambrano"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

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(Trying to get all those I think are in this scene. Let me know!)​

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"One..."

Deep down, the crimson blades of the Emperor himself cut swaths in the blue irises of the Jedi Knight; her eyelids slowly crept together

while taking in the silhouette of the spectral appearance oozing from beyond the guard of the Dark Lord. "Two..." She prepared herself for the inevitable. Coren loaded his gun and fired while the 8 foot tall behemoth charged them. She bent just at the knees, tapping the switch simultaneously while her scarlet blade came to life.

Ugh

The roar from above caught her attention, her head whipped upward before taking in the figure of a Mandalorian. "Three..."

Tensing the rest of the muscles in her legs, she propelled herself backward just a couple of feet to move herself from the trajectory of his blade. "Have we met?" she laughed sharply before whipping her blade upward, splashing a warm red glow over the warrior.

A beat.

Her blue eyes, as contrast, cut through the iridescent sheen on her face as provided by her own weapon. She leapt the rest of the way on muscle strength alone, slashing down right to left, two-handed. She saved the power, but allowed for the finesse. Landing on her right foot, she wasted no time in gaining altitude.

Her blonde hair shone with the reflected highlights of her saber as it lashed out. With seemingly no sense of weakness from her debilitating illness, she leapt over the head of the Mando warrior, whirling through the air with her lightsaber while tracing a trail of scarlet flurries in a versatile attempt to keep him grounded under her assault and to defend herself from any forthcoming attacks while she made her transition from one side of the battle to the next. It was his choice.

When she landed she noticed another armored figured cutting through the exhaust of his jetpack; it was another. "Four..."

In the moment she was working the field...trying to get a good look at the number of opponents and test them out first before she went for a full assault.

Through the meld, "Coren I have to remind you, this could be an exceptionally embarrassing way to die. Don't take it as discouragement. That's only if something goes wrong."

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

SCENES FROM THE SUPERLASER FACTORY​

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[member="Alexa Typhe"]​

_̵̈́͒̀_̴̴̌͂͛͊ͦͭ̇̊̑̕_̶̍͗̄́̆̎̊̓_̶̧̑_͌̿ͭͦ͛̉͜͝_̒ͫ̉ͩ̊_̧̉ͩ͊̆̍ͣ́ͧ͑͞_ͣ̑ͮ̓͒̑̿̕_̵̡̛̑ͧ̂_̛̔̿_̵͊_̒̀́_͐̏̀̈́ͩ҉_̃̍ͪ̓ͯ̕͟_̷ͮ̿̓͂̄̐ͭ̚_̷̧͗ͨ̓ͪ̈ͧ_͒̑̔_̴̎̏ͯ̈͊ͩͥ̀_̴͆̈̊ͨ̃͑͛̍͡͝_ͪ̈́̏͂̃́̕_̨ͤ͌̎͐ͮͯ̐͢_̵ͮ͌̏̐̂͊ͥͬ̌̀_̷ͮͮ̉͐ͤ̿͗̚͡_̶ͦ̄͑ͪ͠_ͪ͊ͬ̀͒͟_̛̅̆ͩ̉̓͂̈͋̚_͒ͣ͑́_̷̄͆̑ͭͪͩ͢_̇̊ͬͥ͒ͦ̐͛̒̀͘͠_͋͗͌҉̷͢​

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Things could go so wrong, so fast.

Darth Filiae knew this lesson more than many; it was manifested in her many cybernetics - Well, that was how it started, then came her vested interest in all things metallic - and the scars that ran across her blue skin. This was Filiae's first mission since she got out of physical therapy after the events on Jaminere. Her cybernetics were new and just slightly uncomfortable. She had yet to receive her special order.

But what could go wrong in a simple surveillance mission?

Filiae leapt over the truck behind which she had hidden as Alexa gave her signal. Their footfalls were near inaudible; their forms slipped past the most watchful eyes. They were assassins after all. Being out of sight, out of earshot, out of mind was their greatest skill and fiercest weapon as they sought to balance the scales of the Universe in the favour of the Sith.

Alexa and Filiae both slipped through the open maintenance door and heard it close behind the. They did not have much time to get their message out, and it was urgent.

The Chiss headed straight for the computers, letting Alexa deal with any potential stragglers. With swift movements, she stretched out a cable between herself and the mainframe and inserted the jack in one of the slots in her head. Her right eye closed, left eye staring dead ahead; her lips moved, but no words passed her lips as she used her cybernetics and her skill in Mechu Deru to not only get the message through, but do so without the system detecting it, and sending to the right recipients.

It was encrypted, but both the Saaraishash and the Sith Assassins would be able to read it.

Location under attack Accesss point DD-Sub-0

T̸̛̕͜͝h͠ę̀͞ ͜͠͞d͜҉̶̨͘ȩ̵͞a̴̴̛̕͠t͏̢͟͞͏h̴҉̸͜ ̛͝҉̶҉ḉ̛͡u̷̡̕͘͠l̕͞͝҉t̀̕͡ ̴̀͠h̵̸̸̨̕a̕͘̕s͜ ̡̡̛҉̀r̢̛͟͟e͏̸̛҉̴t̷u͏́͜͞r̴̶̛͘n͡͞ęd̵̷̨͜͞.̶̷͡ ͟͞҉҉̵T́͘h̕҉ȩ͘͟͞y̛͘҉ ̧͟a̸͢͠r̷̛ȩ̨́ ̡͢͢҉p̨̀͞l͘͟a̸̴̛͢͡ņ̷̨̕͜n͏̨̛i̷̛͠n̵͟g̶̀͏́ ̷̴̧̨t͏̧o̴͏̸̡ ̸̴̀̕̕a̶̧̢͘͘n̕͞͡ǹ̢̢i̶͝͡ḩ͘͢ì̡̀͘͠l̶͘͘a̷̸̢͢t͝͏́e̸̶̸̢̕ ̢͏̴̵͘t̛͟͜͞h̵̸̛́͜e̷̛͘ ͘͟͡w̵̛͠o҉͝͏r͡͝ĺ̨͟d͡ ̸̴̢͟͜a̶ǹ͏d͢ ͏͏̴̡h҉̴̷̛͘è̡̀r͏̸a̕l̀̀͘҉͏ḑ͟ ̶͠t҉͏̨h̵͜͠ę̡͟͢͝ ́҉r̢̛͜͡͠e̶͢͡͞ţ҉ù͡r̛͞͡͡n͏̛҉̴ ̵̶́͢͢ớ̛͠͞f҉̵̡͘͝ ͞t̡̀͝͝h̸͟ȩ̴͝ì͢͏r̡̛͠͡ ҉͘͜ģ̡o̵̶͟d͏̷͏͏s̸̷̢͟​

Threat

And send. Filiae's eye opened again as she pulled the wire out and looked at the situation around her. Her hand went instinctually to the lightsabre at her side, unclipping it and placing her thumb on the switch. She did not activate it right away, preferring to wait for the opportune moment.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Kolto Plant Refinery
Allies: [member="Leliana"] | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | @Dr. Vain Jar’He
Enemies: [member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Noah Corek"]
Objective: Repel and eliminate

Didn’t stop running for anything. Yes, his speed was slightly decreased as he couldn’t afford losing all his stamina and stop to catch his breath. There was no time for that. Djorn and his team had to work with whatever they got and thankfully it was better than nothing. They were late to repel these rebels, but not entirely too late for them to take control of the station. Now whatever happened in these next moments would ultimately decide the fate of the station. The Inquisitor would be damned if he allowed it to fall into hands of these rebels.

Over my damn corpse

With Leliana behind and a batch of soldiers dispatched to their aid. Good, the officer wasn’t completely incompetent. Something that Djorn could appreciate despite what happened earlier.

Doors and the air were tampered with by the rebel slicer, but thankfully Leliana’s was always at the ready to counter his actions or keep Djorn, Leliana, and their forces safe from the enemy by also sealing off a door. The blonde would love to cut down some Rebels, but his mission came first and he knew exactly what to do. Killing off (and if by luck, capturing an officer to extract information from) was indeed the objective, specifically at the Security Hub, there was one person that needed to be eliminated as soon as possible.

And that fellow was the slicer. The Imperials need to retake the security system networked around the Kolto Plant. That would certainly give them an upper hand against the rebels. Giving the slicer a quick death was what Djorn would like, or at least incapacitating him from the fight. That would give S-9 some time to work against the bug and have dominance over the system.

They finally arrived and Leliana started giving out orders. They had no intel on what countermeasures the enemy had, but they had to go in and adapt whatever the circumstances were. Wouldn’t be the first or last time they’d go in blind in a situation such as this.

Taking his team to one of the entry points of the security hub, Bline stood ready at his position with a EMP grenade at his hand and two of the other soldiers had their own ready. One was a smoke grenade and the other a concussion grenade. The second former would be deployed first following the other two simultaneously. The lights were then cut off, leaving darkness. These rebels fought for the light and hope, but they’d be swallowed by the dark and fear.

The blast doors began to creak as its cogs began to open the doors. Once there was a chasm that grew from the opening of the doors the smoke grenade was thrown in and began to unleash its contents. Shortly after the concussion grenade and EMP were thrown in to do their own work. Enemy soldiers would have their equipment potentially, with electronics and wiring, fried and inoperable regarding to the EMP, and soldiers would either fall dead from the three meter kinetic radius along with damaged equipment and/or defenses, and stunned or dulled senses from the four meter radius of the sonic shockwave that too was expelled. Of course, this would only affect to those that stood within the radius of the EMP and concussion grenade.

After that succession, it was time...

”Now move!”

With the doors wide enough to enter Djorn and his unit would try to move inside. They’d be greeted by enemy fire no doubt and would return the favor. Djorn’s interchangeable weapon system was in hand and in carbine mode, firing slugs that would have equal damage as a shatter gun. Imperial soldiers would withstand the damage thanks to the engineering of their armor or would drop lifeless; however, the enemy would most likely not expect the Nezumi Imperial Lawbringers that would skirt around and do whatever they could to distract or harm the enemy hoping it’d give some help Djorn and his soldiers that were still capable of fighting. It’d be a challenge to progress, but they had no options or alternatives to deal with these insurgents.

Now or never.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Kolto Processing Plant, Deep Lab
Allies: TSE, incoming [member="Leliana"] [member="Djorn Bline"]
Enemies: Whoever is upsetting the Progenitors (Rebels, [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"])
In Scene: [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]

Vain was annoying, yes, but she was no fool.

So the moment she started yelling for him to stop Jairus immediately yanked at the controls and pulled hard, until the stress of the pull almost broke off the wheel. Thankfully that didn't happen and they just about managed to avoid crashing into the locked hatch. The nose of the submarine did bump into it though, probably scratching up the paint and causing the underwater vehicle to be pushed a little bit back against the current.

In the distance the Sith Lord could feel Vain's.... children fighting, dying, destroying, pushing hard against the rebels' resolve. It was not every day that you were forced face-to-face with the ocean's monsters.

It had something inhuman to it. Something alien. Something... other.

A Sith Lord was still sentient, still someone with ideas, plots, beliefs, but the monsters of the deep? They only felt ravenous hunger and their mind was incomprehensible once corrupted by the Darkside.

"A pair of nuisances, huh?" Jairus didn't pry and instead frowned, squinting at the hatch in front of them. He could feel there was more that Vain wasn't telling him about the pair of ladies. Sith maybe? He wasn't sure- of course, but if they had been annoying and obstructive to Vain and still alive? There weren't many qualifiers that would have explained that otherwise.

"Yeah, I think I can."

His hand reached out, palm facing the hatch.

A long time ago the Sith Lord had realized that mentalism was... less than satisfactory to certain sub-sets of the Galaxy. Telekinesis had been a back-up, then. To have a tool they could fall back on if things weren't going as they wanted them to.

Like now.

It wasn't like Jairus could mentalize the hatch away or something.

The water rippled as the metal of the hatch twisted, reshaped itself in the face of sudden external force. Then his hand swept to the side and the hatch was ripped out of its hinges. It um. Would have been more impressive if this wasn't underwater. Rather than flying away with gusto, it simply lazily drifted to the side and then slipped down into the darkness of the ocean.

"A bit anti-climatic, but it did the trick." A shrug as he steadied himself a bit. The sudden change in pressure was starting to suck their sub into the facility's open maw.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Objective: Kill the Webuls, Kill the Webuls, Kill the Webuls
Location: Dubrillion Refinery Complex - Whichever one the plot demands
Allies: [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Koda Fett"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Romi Jade"]
Gear: Below Signature

"They'll die here today."

The Sith Emperor charged, powering through the burst of Coren's scattergun and letting his high-tech armor weather the damage as he spun his saberstaff end over end before striking out at the Jedi Master. Carnifex was a fierce close-quarters combatant, utilizing Force-enhanced brute strength and unrelenting ferocity to overwhelm and dominate his opponents. He had mastered several lightsaber forms and was noticeably proficient in the others, but combined them all into a hybridized form whose bedrock was Djem So and Juyo. This was combined with decades of combat experience stretching over three wars and an untold number of battlefields.

Occasionally a Rebel soldier or two would attempt to take a potshot at the Emperor while he was concentrated on Master Starchaser, their blaster bolts reflecting harmlessly off of his suit of armor before an invisible hand reached out and strangled the life from their body all the while the Dark Lord never lost a moment's stride in doing so; his eyes never wavering from being fixated on Coren. That didn't mean that Carnifex wasn't aware of his surroundings. On the contrary, the Emperor kept close tabs on his allies as they traded blows with the other Jedi fighting alongside Coren and the other Rebel soldiers.

"You can't win this battle, Coren. Your rebel allies made their move too early, they're not strong enough to fight an open battle. They've consigned themselves to an early death on these beaches, their corpses little more than food for the beasts that lurk beneath the tides."

As he spoke, several loose containers and pieces of debris would skid along the ground before flying up into the air like a bullet directly at Coren's backside. The Emperor was utilizing subtle telekinesis to attack Coren's other flanks while he continued to apply pressure on his front, a tactic long favored by Sith Lords over the centuries.