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

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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The Exodus, Dubrillion Orbit​

Objective: Insert, don't die​

Allies: The Rebel Alliance​

Enemies: The Sith Empire, [member="Darth Carnifex"]​

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Just weeks ago, Aryn had settled with himself that he was done fighting for causes, taking up the role of a Mercenary, he had settled into his new career. When the Rebel Alliance had come calling, offering work for next to no pay, Aryn was hesitant, and ready to blow them off entirely when they offered him little more than salvage rights when the battle was complete - one he wasn't even sure would turn out in their favour. Indeed, it was only the fact that the assault was against the Sith, in a place so close to the heart of the Empire, that Aryn had chosen to sign on the Crimson Dragons for this particular endeavour.

After Coruscant, he felt entitled to a little pay-back.

The trip through hyperspace had been a long one, Aryn's new home may have been aboard the Exodus, the starship allowing him relative ease in his travel around the galaxy, but more often than not the man still spent his time in Confederate space staying with [member="Srina Talon"]. Normally, the long time in hyperspace was a nuisance for the man, especially before a mission such as this, but this time, he was pleased for the extra time to prepare. The rather unique flight computer he had discovered during his last visit to Eriadu may have worked once implemented to the systems of his personal starfighter, but it had made the systems of The Black Knight more than a little temperamental, and it was only a short while before they arrived at Dubrillion that he had actually worked out the kinks.

Indeed, he had been so focused on his maintenance, that it was only as Aryn finished collecting his weapons and armour that the Exodus reverted from hyperspace at a fair distance from Dubrillion itself. The Imperial fleet had arrived, but the Crimson Dragons had been sure to revert a fair distance away, only lingering long enough for Aryn and those who would be joining him to climb in their ships and launch, before the carrier launched to hyperspace once more. The force of mercenaries that actually had left with Aryn was sizable, but far from an army, what they lacked in numbers, the Dragons made up for in experience and training.

The vast majority of the Crimson Dragons would be remaining in their fighters, they would be providing air cover for the forces of the Rebellion on the ground, chasing down Imperial fighters and reinforcements ideally before they could hit the ground, and with the arrival of the Black Iron Fleet, it seemed a perfect time for them to implement that strategy. Like a swarm, the mercenary starfighters began to close on the landing craft and starfighters of the Imperials as they made their way towards the planets surface. The immediate onslaught of the Sith was significant, in seconds, green blips on Aryn's radar went dark as starfighters were eradicated by laser fire from the Sith escorts, yet just as quickly he saw red dots disappear as well, ducking and weaving his ship through the craft as he set his sights upon the shuttles dispatched for the surface.

Aryn had always been skilled as a pilot, but this was his first time actually engaging as one since he had acquired Taradon's helm. He had not known what to truly expect from the artifact, but the boost was significant. He felt better, quicker. His reactions were uncanny, always feeling like he knew what the Imperial pilots would do before they did it. When a pursuing TIE fired, he was already half-way through the maneuver to dodge it, ducking back and forth between the ships in complicated maneuvers even he thought were beyond his skills.

Yet, he was attracting more and more fighters as he closed on the shuttles, and in particular, upon the Upsilon-class, the Crestfallen. It was unsurprising, bees tended to swarm to protect the queen. As his mercenaries did their best to clear his pursuers, Aryn was certain it was only through his new flight computer that he was able to avoid certain death as he closed, locking onto the black craft as it entered the atmosphere. As it did, he fired the pair of ion cannons on his ship, accompanied with a volley of proton torpedoes before he was forced to veer off, knowing that if he lingered too long, got too greedy, the TIE pilots behind him would eventually get lucky.

Still, he made a note of the Crestfallen, tagging it on his radar, he wasn't done with it just yet.

 

[Ari Vox]

[SIZE=11pt]Equipment[/SIZE]
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Re: Signature

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[SIZE=11pt]1st & 2nd Line Gear + BR-212 Jackal, Vornskr Mark 8 Scattergun

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[SIZE=11pt]Force[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]s[/SIZE]
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1x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Ceraluen-Class Siege Submarine[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]2x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Varindar-Class Attack Submarine[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]4x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Maladon-Class Submarine Fighter[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]DOG Unit[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] - Viking - Team 01 - 5 Operators[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]15x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]1st Unconventional Warfare Operatives[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]200x Rebel Alliance Soldiers[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Mission[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Insertion into the Area of Operations (Kolto Growth and Processing Plant[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt])

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[SIZE=11pt]Allies: Rebels - [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"], [member="Noah Corek"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: TSE - [member="Leliana"], [member="Djorn Bline"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Dicey would turn out to be an understatement as the submarines dove below the surface and took to a layer of the ocean about two hundred meters below sea level. It was here that the water ran cold, it’s torrential movements obscuring all forms of sonar or other electronic monitoring such that the fish in the sea lost all communications with their fleet in the air and even the ships at either side. Plotting maps had been established well before the mission ever took off to allow the ships to sail silently into their objectives, and corrections had been made to pinpoint their exact points of entry into the sea once they’d made the insertion, now all the ships had to do was swim and that was something they did very well.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Tucked as they were, the team was uncomfortable and it showed in their faces contorting in discomfort and the semblances of pain. Nearby was Elpsis, here milky white eyes meeting Ari’s through the T-visor of her helmet as the Fireman spoke up first, a trailing prayer that the Mandalorian did not know followed by: "You know, Ari, when I heard something about going for a swim, I had something a little [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]differently[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] in mind," And the Mando could do little but smirk beneath her mask, a light shake of the head following.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“One day we’ll go for an actual swim, maybe after we liberate Dubrillion, hm?” A terse grunt by her fellow DOGs followed the words, the planet would fall to them and their forces, there was no alternative for these brutal warriors.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"You ready for some action?" Was the force-users reply and a massive grin spread out across Ari’s concealed features, her voice reflecting the condition through her communication [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]system. “I was born ready, Incendia,” Nearby was another leader of the DOG, [member=[/FONT]”Noah Corek[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]”], who looked about as heavily armed as ever, his form literally plastered with every type of weapon that the Galaxy could provide. He was mumbling and looking much worse for wear, the tight confines of the hatch having forced him almost entirely doubled over.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She was about to say something, try to lift his spirits with a joke perhaps, when the red light began once more to bleed across the huddled forms of the soldiers as they patiently awaited their turn at the fight. It indicated they had five minutes left, five minutes left in the overly warm and obscenely small space they all found themselves. Five minutes until their forms took to the waters and they made their way into the facility. Freedom, fireworks, and intense firefights would await them there.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Another primitive cheer went up from the boys, their armoured silhouettes almost stiffening in the blood of the light and once more checks went through. If systems were to fail it was better they fail here than several hundred feet below the surface. Given her position in the hatch, Ari was made to be the first out of the submarine and would lead her troops from the front like all great leaders had, her adoptive father included.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Thoughts wandered listlessly through her mind, the procedures of the operation [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]having[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] become muscle memory.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With time the hatch began to fill, the water coming in slowly at first to allow the troops to acknowledge it and become used to it, then it filled rapidly from the waist up and Ari took a deep breath for concentration. This was going to be the hardest part.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]When the hatch was filled the red light once more became green and the door before Ari shot open to allow the team out. Immediately she bolted forward, propelled by a push of her legs she ran parallel to the submarine’s length, using a small cable that they’d prepared before the drop to guide her. Behind her she could see the team moving along, Elpsis right behind her and the slicer next behind her, the rest obscured by the forms of the two in the lead. Reaching out to her side with one hand, Ari made a sign with her hand and then activated her modified [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]grav[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] boots -extra silent and therefore less forceful- using them to propel her carefully along the length of the submarine until they came upon the command deck. It was here she broke to the right, and the mountainous expanse before the submarine opened up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Having rarely participated in [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]submersive operations such as these, the Mandalorian took the time to appreciate the absolute beauty of the space she was in. Below her the ocean opened into an empty black pit, desolation[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] that unsettled her deeply to her core and kept her eyes focused ahead where a literal cliff seemed to spring up from the blackness, jagged and ancient, to form a plateau where the Kolto Growth and Processing Plant[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] rested. Blue illuminance rose up before the brutalist structure and horribly jagged mountainous peaks dominated the flanks on either side.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was here that Ari pointed her team, their own forms fanning out into a V-Shape off her point, all eyes and sensors scanning out before them as they silently proceeded to their destination. Kept just below the rim of the plateau the team was concealed in darkness, and as they made the edge of the cliff they pointed towards the right side section of mountains and proceeded to dip in between [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]it’s ragged silhouette. Here they would be obscured from the majority of security sensors in place, the remainder made to look like malfunctioning pieces as Ari’s anti-security blades made short work of their functions, and would use the mountains as their ingress[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] route that would lead them right up to the walls of the facility itself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Glancing once more to her rear, Ari found no trace of the massive submarine they had just leapt from, it’s silhouette kept well beneath the edge of the cliff and still within the thermal layer of protection this ocean afforded. Beyond that [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]sub the others had fanned out as the plan had explained, and were her vision capable of sight in the failing light of the deep ocean floor she’d have seen them scattered in positions. The four Maladons, their single man crews alert and prepared, sat on the far flanks ready to intercept any and all air traffic once the ships were lifted up from the shelf of the ocean floor. Before and behind the Ceraluen were the two Varindar-Class subs, their payloads of hundreds of Rebel soldiers ready to be unleashed at the orders of Ari Vox or Noah Corek, the latter being the commander of their particular piece of this amazing puzzle. Within the Ceraluen too were more prepared soldiers, members of the 1st UWU who were eager to join in, and would arrive to[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the facility along with the rebels, supplanting themselves within the DOG element to provide necessary firepower and support.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her eyes once more returned to the front having lingered on the rear for just a moment, and the rocky outcropping was now reaching its apex, the space beyond being just above the facility. She slowed at the approach, careful not to overshoot and used her hands to [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]manipulated her form along the cusp of the ridge, close to the ancient bedrock of the mountainous ocean floor such that no sonar would possibly pick her up, and the DOG followed swiftly behind her. Down the eviscerated section of the mountain, the place were[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the Sith had clearly blown massive swaths of the natural seabed apart to make room for the facility, they proceeded, dropping down alongside the factory itself and only a few dozen paces from the nearest blast door. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Turboblasters[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] - massive silhouettes of them dominated the outside of the facility, speckling the facility with high-power weaponry. Surveillance systems too were no doubt in the area, though Ari’s anti-security blades were tuned almost the max, their abilities stopping just short of jamming communications. Moving towards the external blast door, the party of rebel soldiers took up positions along the wall of the facility, weapons now detached and prepared for combat as their resident slicer took his place at a small control panel next to the door and went about his business, a terse exchange of code as his programs went to work, the facilities security already weakened by Ari’s blades.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Silence remained the name of the game and soon they would be inside.[/SIZE]

 

[LT-137]

Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: The Rebel Alliance
Nearby: Unknown.
Objective: Hold Refinery Complex Dorn until Reinforcements Arrive.

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Dubrillion // Sith-Imperial Collection and Refinery Complex Dorn​

The Beaches.​

There was a moment, between the deadly exchange of plasma and solid projectiles, that Khonsu found himself smiling. Not the salacious grin that peeled his lips wide whenever he took his blade to another, nor the prideful smirk that adorned his chin when the paymaster gave him his cut.

No, this smile was uncharacteristically genuine.

The day had begun as boring as one could imagine. He was tasked by his superior to fill the hold of his vessel, the Sunrunner, with a fresh supply of Kolto from the Sith-Imperial stores. He wasn’t told how the transaction played out, but the Mercenary assumed that there were several special permits involved. Such were the boons of working for the Empire, as they rewarded those that served them - rather than expecting blind obedience to the cause.

If you were purpose-built and bred to be a soldier, then perhaps you would find some meaning in carrying out another’s will - but that life never suited the Twisuns Legate. He had been enslaved by the Echani when he was young; forced to break himself upon the crucible of anguish so that others would profit from his toil. He fought for his homeworld, after being liberated, and found himself unfulfilled, even as he carved apart his former captors and put their homesteads to the torch.

It wasn’t a life for him.

Even as the fires of vengeance had pushed him ever forward, consuming his every thought, the man knew his place amongst the stars. He was destined to lead the disparate clans of Sun Guard into battle, serving other masters - but on their own terms. There would be no pledges of allegiance, nor militant service without a hefty purse to accompany them. Credits were the only banner that stood the test of time, and without them - well suffice to say the Golden Company would’ve devolved into a band of pirates; raiding the bespeckled sea of infinite night in search of plunder and excitement.

Thus, it was the thoughts of the easy coin that brought a smile to his face. He cared not that his men fought for the Sith-Imperial Legions, nor their Sith Overlords. The man only cared about how much he was to be paid when this bloodied contract was complete. Every life that he took, be they crippled and alive or crucified on the sands of Dubrillion, meant he was one step closer to earning his keep.

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Bastion // Sith-Imperial Capitol World​

Geosynchronous Orbit.​

Fanning his gilded fingers across a throne of brass, the Twisuns Praetor and commanding officer of the Solvognen, narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Khonsu had missed the appointed hour of their rendezvous and was running late. It was a simple mission, one that would see him act as nothing more than an errand boy, the Thyrsian Officer said to himself. How could he have messed this up? Kolto was a precious resource amongst the stars, now that the world of Thyferra was put to the torch. No-one could go without this miracle fluid and expect themselves to be effective on the battlefield.

Natural healing was too inefficient and took far too long. It meant that soldiers were out of commission, and to this band of mercenaries, that would see their profits crippled by the aftermath of their gruelling profession.

That was something they could ill-afford.

However, the irritation that played across his face had faded as his eyes trained on a flotilla of starships; breaking their orbital formation and beginning to move away from the planet’s gravity well. That was an odd sight and one that was worthy of their attention. The Sith-Imperial armada rarely moved without issuing their mobilization orders to their subordinates and allies. It was almost like clockwork, as scant seconds later, the vessel’s holoprojector flickered to life, bathing the entirety of the command deck in the flickering ethereal shades of blue.

“What’s the job?” The Praetor asked, not even waiting for the familiar face to materialize. It was becoming something of a habit for him. Their handler within the Empire rarely deigned to contact her charges without something to offer, as it was her place to do so, and barely relished the idea of idle conversation. She was as rigid as they come, but that was to be expected from a career officer of the Imperial-persuasion.

“Our early warning detection grids have announced a sizable battlefleet moving towards Dubrillion, and the Armada’s been dispatched to rout these interlopers. Our beloved Emperor is spearheading the charge with the Behemoth, and he would be honoured if you join him.”

The Praetor knew that her words were sweetened, as it was doubtful the Emperor would even trouble himself with slathering those beneath his station with honour. He was supposedly a god amongst mere mortals, and it seemed… odd, that he would concern himself with a simple band of mercenaries - no matter how effective they were. But, it was the balm to his ego to hear her honeyed words all the same.

Appreciation was hard to come by these days, especially when burdened by the mantle of command.

“Do we know who these wretches are?”

She replied almost instantly as if the woman was expecting the question. “It is believed that they are the scattered remnants of the Dominion, perhaps even what remained of the League after Voss was made compliant. We’re unsure, however from what we have detected, we know that they are well armed and organized.” Her image flickered slightly, as she gestured to an unseen figure in the distance. “Your standard fee has been transferred, and the tariffs on whatever kolto that the Sunrunner has acquired will be waived, pending a successful defence.”

“Very well,” The Thyrsian Officer stated with a nod. “We’ll join with the Emperor, and see this band of disparate cretins dispatched. It has been a pleasure, as always.”

With the connection terminated and the command deck falling silent, the Twisuns Praetor turned his hooded gaze towards his subordinates; ordering them to prepare for the jump to lightspeed.

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Dubrillion // Sith-Imperial Collection and Refinery Complex Dorn​

The Beaches.


Khonsu stood amongst the sea of alabaster and ebony-clad soldiers of the Sith-Imperial Legion, taking up their positions along the defensive barricades that encapsulated the entirety of the surface refinery. There had been little time to prepare for this sudden assault, as many of these troopers had just finished adorning their combat armour as the first cycle of warning klaxons had come to an end. Grunts of disbelief and astonishment echoed throughout the ranks, as they couldn’t believe that they were being called into action - especially on a world so close to the fabled heartland of their sprawling Empire.

Who would be crazy enough to assail the world of Dubrillion, and incur the coming wroth in response?

Many of these brave men and women would never hear the answer to their questions, as their voices were silenced when the first dropships had made planetfall. Those that hadn’t fallen to the guns of those that were disgorged, found themselves falling prey to the starfighters that had followed after. The sands beneath their feet were stitched with powerful beams of plasma, igniting their molecules and fusing into shards of treacherous glass.

Some had even fallen prey to the suicidal swoop of these pilots; thrown from their positions and cast back to the earth beneath as broken, and scorched shells of their former selves.

The Sun Guard ducked behind one of the many barricades that littered the beach, allowing the duracrete bulwark to absorb the oncoming fury. A cacophonous sound exploded outwards seconds later, throwing pillars of sand into the air - coating everything in its wake. The dampeners within his helmet had muffled the mighty roar, but the man resonated with the impact of the dispensed munition.

“Karkin’ sand,” The Thyrsian said as he recovered, levelling his service rifle with a distant figure and pulling the trigger. A magnetically accelerated quarrel, sheathed in the lethal energies of a plasmatic cloak, spat forth from the weapon; tearing the combatant from his feet and throwing his body back into the brackish tides.

He had survived the first strafing run with little more than a ringing in his ears, but as more and more soldiers disgorged themselves from their Landers, the mercenary caught wind of their escorts coming around for another pass. Khonsu bellowed in time with the other Legionaries who had seen the same, ordering those nearby to find cover. It would see their lives spared, for the moment, but would cost them portions of the beach.

While the Thyrsian cared little for the lives of those that stood beside him, it was the better options as standing alone against such reckless hate would prove to be his undoing. No matter the training he had received in secret.

He braced, as again the aerial fighters strafed their positions, and rolled with the thudding impacts as proton bombs and plasmatic bolts raked the sands. They wouldn’t be able to hold, not with their guns firing at the second wave of reinforcements, and tangling with the mass of fighters dancing overhead. Something needed to change in order for the scales to be tipped in the favour of the Sith Empire, or at the very least, balanced in the grand scheme of things.

That something came in the form of reinforcements, as the Behemoth jumped into the planet’s atmosphere.

The Emperor had come.​

 

[Koda Fett]

OBJECTIVE: Earn Credits
LOCATION: Dubrillion
ALLIES: The Sith Empire
ADVERSARIES: The Rebel Alliance

Boredom. It was the mind killer. It was in times like these that body became inactive, and with this dormancy the mind kicked in to overdrive. All this thinking, and all this remembering. Whenever the Mandalorian began to recall certain events, it never boded well. That scowl on his face, concealed by his helmet, grew stronger as he saw his own face plastered onto a million other heads, but out of that million he managed to focus on only nine of them. The nine that knew, the nine that he cared for, and the nine that had since died. Did they ever find each other after the war and simply wonder? Did they remember him? What did they remember him for? Was it his skill, his personality, or did they uncover the truth of that one incredibly selfish action that gifted him his freedom? Fett just didn't know, and he never would. These sort of things kept him awake at night, lying in bed with his eyes opened wide on the ceiling above him. Seeing them every time he glanced in the mirror of a morning.

It was why he needed action. Without he descended into thought, and this kind of thought was... dangerous.

​The Mandalorian's emotionless gaze stared off into nothing, his body positioned lazily on the ramp of the Spear II whilst he simply waited for the moment to finally arrive. His trance-like thought was snapped out of as the activity within the hangar began to pick up with the arrival of the Dark Lord, and moments before that they departed Hyperspace. The T-Shaped Visor followed the Emperor as he moved across the Hangar Bay, meanwhile the rest of his figure moved to stand and in time his eyes fell on the ground before him. Advancing up the ramp, sealing it shut behind him, and igniting the engines once more. Finally. He could clear his head by clearing someone else's, if you get the meaning.

Somewhat bright lights began to steal his attention for the briefest of moments. Flashes of red, white, orange and the like appeared across the dash of the Spear II​ once the engines of the vessel hummed to the life, and the thrusters soon began to thrum in a constant fashion that continued to rise in it's volume as it departed the Behemoth. Immediately, Fett was met with a chaotic concoction of twisted metal and superheated lasers. It was a colourful affair, and any green pilot might just find themselves lost. To a man such as Fett, however, it was merely an organised mixture of chaos.

A ship design he recognised, but not from memory, caught his gaze. It seemed Teth survived the ordeal on Coruscant; it'd of been a shame of he died from someone that wasn't the Bounty Hunter. The two had a history of trying to kill each other, and it was only fair that it ended with one killing the other. Alas, the Crimson Dragon vessels the Bounty Hunter targeted didn't have the former-Jedi on them. A shame, really. The twin cannons on either side of the Firespray spat a series of red lasers furiously, tearing through Teth's mercenaries.

One day.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: The Behemoth
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Elani Zambrano"] | [member="Comet"]
Enemies: [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Aryn Teth"]
Objective:
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• Armor
• Rifle
• Pistols
• Beskad
• Double bladed sword
• Knife
• Combat De-ionizer (2)
• EMP Grenades (2)
• Thermal Detonators (2)
• Concussion Grenades (2)

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The Munin's services were called upon more often than usual during these times. Not that it bothered or disturbed him, he was actually the opposite of those emotions. The Mandalorian was glad that the Dark Lord, a personal client and associate of his, always called him when there was a fight to be had that required Vilaz's skills and experiences. Recently those skills were applied in subduing and vanquishing rebels that mustered the courage to revolt and initiate insurgencies against the Sith Empire. Their bravery and boldness was somewhat admired from Vilaz, but it was foolish bravery. These rebels seemed to have forgotten all of reality and just dreamed of hope. With hope, these rebels became stubborn. They were enamored with it and was expecting them to realize how outmatched they were since Jaminere. But that wasn't enough to silence these insurgents; however, that was all well to Vilaz. He would be rewarded handsomely for his quality services to the Empire. Sated his lust and hunger for battle and blood, too.

From Bastion, along with Carnifex, he was invited aboard the grand beast of the Behemoth which served as Kaine's personal flagship that was the head and heart of his own fleet. A fleet that was a sight to behold for the Warlord as it held the power and capability of crusading systems and conquering worlds. It was unfortunate for the Concordian that he didn't have access or the resources to build an armada similar to the Black Iron Fleet.

He was alone and wasn't accompanied by any of his elite warriors that always followed Vilaz wherever he went. It was just him and mixed in with a crowd of Imperial soldiers, Sith disciples, and other mercenaries that were even here. The only people he was familiar with was the Dark Lord and Koda. Would they have some sort of authority on this mission on Dubrillion? He did not know nor minded if wasn't granted some power. He operated independently, yet always followed Carnifex as there would be promises of combat.

Standing proud and menacing within the decks of the hangar bay of the Super Star Destroyer, he did no rituals or rites before the inevitable battle. His focus were on securing a victory for the Sith and returning home to his family and clan with joy and a lump sum from his employers to continue supporting them and bettering their lives.

It was just another battle and fight, but it never got old for the Munin. He'd ravish it until he would die or could no longer have the strength to do so. These rebels would have the pleasure of his crude, raw wrath. No mercy would be given.

Just had to wait until entering the field of battle.

 

[AMCO]

Location: Settlement near a Refinery Complex.
Objective: Murderize those darn rebels.
Allies: [member="Xevek Rakama"] | Sneering Imperialists
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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With one last groan, life left the haggard man before them. Adrian had been watching for a while, relishing the feeling of the treacherous Hutt-spawn's slow death. He was not usually one to enjoy such things, but this was different. These people were different. They were not enemies of circumstance, but staunch opponents of the Sith-Imperial way of life. They were not soldiers, no, they were less than that. They were criminals, terrorists, scum. With every death, the Empire became a better place. With every death, another stain upon its resplendent glory was expunged.

Sipping from a glass of local wine, he reflected on what he had learned during the interrogation, though his focus was solely on the technique of his fellow Acolyte. Whatever information the man had shared before his death had been of interest to the Assassin, and that was good enough for him. Besides, that mattered little now. The time for intrigue was over. The rebels had foolishly shown their hand, gathered their forces. Now they descended on Dubrillion like a flock of starving buzzards. A futile gesture, an attack upon a vastly superior foe. It was folly, as far as Adrian was concerned. The Galactic Alliance had fallen at the hands of the Sith, what could a bunch of disorganized miscreants possibly hope to accomplish?

Pushing such musings aside as the other man prepared to depart, Adrian took one final sip before leaving the glass behind. It was fine wine, to be sure, but it was hardly Serennian. "Hmm, yes. Normally I'd suggest we recruit some of them, but I'm sure they're all scum. Suitable only for the business end of the blade, yes?" Rising smoothly, he made a point out of brushing non-existant dust off the shoulders of his immaculate robes. "Much indeed. Perhaps some of the brave fools attacking this world will make suitable replacements for our poor friend here."

Following the Iridonian outside, he made no attempt to be subtle, instead striding forth and allowing the commoners to clear a path. After mounting their respective speeders the pair set off at a breakneck speed, engines humming beneath them as they shot off across the lush landscape towards the looming compound in the distance. "The quiet before the storm. As good a time as any, I suppose?" There lay an invitation there, an opening for his fellow Acolyte. It was vague enough to allow for almost any response, but they both knew what he was really alluding to.

 

[Lei Shandian]

Objective: Destroy Grayson and everything he holds dear
Location: Refinery Complex
Allies: Sith
Enemies: @Romi Jade [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Aten Ramses"] and all other Rebels

She hadn't been certain. Not until the last moment. She'd known the rebels were agitating on Dubrillion of course. She made it her business to know what they were doing. To know what he was doing. But she hadn't been certain that they would actually commit here. That they would send in the bulk of their forces. Their leaders. Still she'd made sure to stay close, to be ready, just in case. And as alarms blared and comms went off across the Sith Empire, her patience and vigilance was rewarded.

Strapping on her turadium armour over the armourweave underlay, making sure her hair was pulled back, that her lightsaber hung ready at her side, Shandian was on the move, heading for the refinery. Would he die today? She pondered this question for a moment. Savouring it, rolling it back and forth in her mind. No. Not by her hand at least. To his own stupidity perhaps, thought that would be.. disappointing. But his allies. Those who depended upon him. Looked up to him. Ah, they might die, and it would be good. She allowed herself a grim smile.

She reached out with the force, listening. It was interesting that the light had become something to be hated. A bringer of death. When oh how humanitarian it pretended to be. Here to help, here to protect, at all costs, sacrifice yourself, sacrifice your neighbour, sacrifice your world. Or we'll sacrifice you. But oh we're the heroes, the good guys. With a sneer, Shandian moved faster. She had a rough location now. She knew the general direction. The force carried Graysons stink of death on it.

Spread out. Spread her influence before she was ever there. Let them get used to the feel of the darkness that was all that remained within her. No attempt at fear or doubt, not yet. Just the darkness. Let them get accustomed to it. Let them think it was the background noise of this planet, tightly held by the Sith. She would be like mist rain, barely noticeable, until it was time to blind. Then they could blunder to their deaths. This was as it would be. She would make it so with her will. There was no room for doubt.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Allies: Rebels - [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Noah Corek"]
Enemies: [member="Leliana"], [member="Djorn Bline"], any other Sithies who jump in

Phrik armour, lightsabre (both in sig), rebreather, boltgun, sonic carbine, sidearm.


“One day we’ll go for an actual swim, maybe after we liberate Dubrillion, hm?” This response caused a grin to spread across Elpsis' lips. "I'm holding you to that, sweetie." The empath was probably thinking some PG-13 thoughts. Sadly, the power of the censors prevents this one from articulating them. You see, they would harm the kiddies. By contrast, visceral descriptions of maiming, murder and mass slaughter of NPCs is perfectly family-friendly.


Before this writer could go on a tirade, the plot moved on. Incendia slipped her helmet on and her armour sealed up. The time for joking and more or less witty banter had passed. Elpsis could not see red the lights that alerted the plucky rebels. Indeed, her helmet did not even have an HUD, for due to her blindness she would have been unable to make effective use of it anyway. However, she could feel the tension in the air. It was almost as sharp as any blade and told her that the moment to exit the submarine was at hand.


She made a final equipment check, assuring herself that all was there. This and all that followed was just muscle memory. Her blindness made many everyday tasks more difficult for her. Some were impossible without help, but it had sharpened other senses, such as touch and hearing. There was balance in everything, as the Heavenly Mother willed it. The lights changed from red to green. Ari was the first out of the hatch, and Elpsis was right behind her. She moved with less grace than the Mandalorian warrior woman, but she managed.


Ocean, jagged mountain peaks, kolto facility, stretched out before them in all their glory. Moving across the jagged mountains, largely obscured from sensors, the team fanned out. Lacking the sophisticated electronics the team had at its disposal, Elpsis relied on hearing and on the Force instead. Her preternatural senses worked a lot better since the reactor explosion that had claimed her eyes. All was balance, after all. A myriad presences dwelt inside the metallic structure of the facility, each left ripples within the flow of the great ocean that was the Force. Doubtless they would meet resistance. Though young in years, she had been bloodied. Indeed her life had been a struggle ever since she'd been tormented by her evil father. Battle had been her companion and taskmistress since then.


Castamere, Atrisia, Kaeshana, Mustafar, the vicious duel with [member="Matsu Xiangu"] on Ession that had left its most visible marks upon her in form of dark, tainted marks that would never leave her face - she remembered the names of battles fought, of friends lost and of false friends who had revealed themselves to be enemies in disguise. The girl steeled herself as they got closer. Taking up position along the wall of the facility alongside the other soldiers, she waited while the slicer worked his techno wizadry on a security panel. Well, not wizadry per se. Mentally she counted down the seconds as his programmes went to work. Finally, the door slid open. Elpsis slipped inside, taking point because that was the way she rolled.

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Storming the beaches, hoping for peace...

Objective: Maintain the Momentum
Enemies: [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Allies: The Rebel Alliance

War, a brutal interaction filled with hate and consequences for the innocent.

Wyatt knew the men who fought now were either cruel, or lacked knowledge of what their empire had done; the genocide they had committed on numerous planets, nor what The Force told many of what was to come. There was no choice but to fight, no matter what laid before him; for the greater good, he rationalized.

Glass formed in the sand around him as a few strafing shots came dangerously close to his position. Men around him seemed to ignore it, years of fighting for their lives making them somewhat numb to the idea of self preservation, luckily it them who led Wyatt, not the other way around. Taking in a deep breath, Wyatt ripped himself from the cover he was behind as he pressed further up the beachhead; lightsaber catching and reflecting what was shot in his direction.

With the attention a lightsaber caught, the shots seemed to increase exponentially, forcing Wyatt to compensate. Although only one in four shots was reflected back towards the shooter, the speed of his movements increased in time until his movements were that of a blur, finding pace in not only his arms but his legs. He’d began to sprint, letting the force control his blade in the direction of the next strike; focusing entirely on maneuvering into the defenses.

After the arrival of the legendary Behemoth above them, it was only a matter of time before the Sith either turned to orbital bombardment of their own planet if the rebel’s continued successfully, or enough reinforcements would be placed down that would end their momentum thus far. If either happened, the entire invasion will have been for naught, so Wyatt knew his only choice.

As he rushed past the rest of his forces, he lept through the air as an almost ragged burlap cape trailed behind him, lightsaber still tornadoing around him. Landing square in the walkways between the major bunkers, it took only a moment before he cut down one soldiers and let shots refract back on two more. He didn’t have much time, he had to find the commander.

Cut the head, and the rest will fall. He only hoped he’d be quick enough, and that if he succeeded they’d surrender rather than fight to the death. He hated death.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Objective: Hold down the Sith Fleet as long as One can
Location: Outside the System, Holonet Relay Buoy
Allies: Rebel Forces
Enemies: Sith Empire

Space, an empty void of debris and long forgotten wars. To most signals what was out there was salvageable ships, void stations, and ice balls of rock and metal. Looking closer however, one could see a Hyperspace Buoy, and surrounding it was a massive amount of ships. Engines cut, and energy only be directed to minimal life support. The smaller ships had all energy turned off and not even life signs. Even the strongest signals would consider these ships to be scavengers or wrecks with still active generators. That was until they all erupted with life, engines blasted on like light furnaces, lights turned on as if it breathed life back into its dead corps. This was the 1st Rebel Armada, lead by Jaster Awaud, and he was ready to bring hell down on those Sith below.

"Sir, we have set the beacon up to send an all clear signal to the planet of Bastion, it is continuous relay of the current signal sent out by the Sith Fleet, Encryption is making it difficult to tell what it is saying, but it is a rhythmic pulse seemingly stating their current status in the battle." The Tech Officer was one brought over by Jaster himself. He had created the Guide Relay Stations, and as such had a in-depth understanding of the Hyperspace Relays used to communicate between star systems. All well strategic fleets had a core program that continued to send out a coded 'All Clear' Signal to near by defense fleets to act should that signal stop sending the those reserve fleets would be sent in to reinforce and protect their Mobile Armada.

Standing in the bridge of the Lucrehulk Supercarrier that was purchased by his finance backing. This Armada was put together by him and he replaced most of the crew with those of his trusted corporate employees. The smaller Cruisers and Corvettes were replaced with expendable NN-Droids that he also brought into this conflict. This was not the first time he fought against the Sith, he had little secretes placed all over this armada that would be a rude awakening for those who stood against him. He nodded to his Tech Officer, "Be sure to place it on a dead signal switch, I want that thing transmitting to be sure they get no support and flank us from the rear," The officer saluted and turned to make the changes, Jaster turned to the radio before him, "Captains, be sure to have your Deck Chiefs prep those missiles, I want all aircraft launched and mission orientated the second we exit Hyperspace," He switched Channels, "Twoozer, your in charge of those Droids in the lesser ships, they are scrapers so don't worry about loosing a few."

A robotic voice came over the Coms, "Understood Master Meatbag, Sacrificing brother and sisters in the name of the all mighty Meatbags."

"Orders Twoozer, I will deal with your complaints after the mission," Jaster then looked over the Communications Officer. "Has word come in from the other fleet, I need to-"

He was interupted by the female with the headphones over her head, "Viceroy, Invasion Fleet has sent conformation about enemy fleet before being cut off, its the Emperors Fleet."

Jaster slammed his hand on the terminal before him, "Damn Cedric and his foresight, Lieutenant Commander Farhind, keep the droid plugged into thus buoy and get ready to send that signal," he turned to the rest of the Bridge Command, "Ready for Hyperspace Micro-Jump, Air Corps on stand by, Captains spin up Jamming Sensors, and Droid Command Center transmit orders to the Droids and set up Laser Line Communications," He paused for a second, looking out the head of the bridge, "Armada, Jump."

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1st Rebel Armada

Spoiler

• 
  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: 3,000

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

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

• 
  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

• 
  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
  

[*]
Shade (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000

• 
  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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

• 
  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

[*]
Spitfire (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000

• 
  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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

• 
  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

[*]
Titan (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000

• 
  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

[*]
Wyvern (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000

• 
  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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

• 
  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

[*]
Hellhound (Mephirium-Class Battlecruiser)- Hull: 3,000 | Shield: 4,000

• 
  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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

• 
  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

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

• 
  3 Squadrons of Thunderbird Star Fighter
  

[*]
10 x Brimstone-Class Heavy Criuser (6,000 m) Hull: 1,000 | Shield: 500

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

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

• 
  Completely crewed by NN-2
  
• 
  Single TCW-09 Bomber
  

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1 million NN-13 Droids

A large Rebel Armada turned up behind the Black Iron Fleet, Jaster had researched much about how the Emperor used this composition of ships before. He yelled at the top of his lungs into the Radio, "Activate Jamming of the whole System, I don't even want friendly signals broadcasting, and launch the Relay Droids." Next Orders, "All Air Corps Launch, execute Order 36," Next Order, "Captains of the Destroyers, formation Delta-63, Divert power from short range weapons to long ranged turbo weapons and defensive countermeasures, protect the carriers." Next Orders, "Twoozer command the droids to split up and surround the flanks of these Sith Tyrants, and have the Corvettes cover the Heavy Cruisers, I don't want a single enemy vessel the chance to get around us."

All 116 Star Fighters Squadrons and 57 Bombers Squadrons launched from the Armada's Hangers, keeping their distance from the weapons of the Sith Combined Fleet's. The Battlecruisers took up the front ranks of the armada, reared by the Fleet Carriers and the Super Carrier, 16 Corvettes and 5 Heavy Cruisers protected the flanks of the Armada. Jaster knew their weapons could overpower the Rebels Fleet, as such he played a containment game. He kept his Armada at long range and to the rear of the Sith Fleets, and gave the Order to his Air Corps. "All weapons... Fire."

At that moment, all fighters and bombers, fired Sondari Dumb Torpedo. The Sith would only get a single blip on their scanners as all starcraft launched these devastating missiles from over 600 Kilometers away this gave the Sith fleet some time to react to untraceable, immune to jamming, and highly explosive missiles that were heading in their direction. The bombers emptied their bomb bays and peeled off to return to the carriers to reload, the fighters however, set up a screen to fight off other fighter and bombers that attempted to get too close to the Armada. Jaster knew keeping them at arms length would be the only optional plan when dealing with the Sith, nothing good came from being baited by their forces. He knew they always had trick up their sleeves, and so did he, "Be sure to check in those creatures and have the destroyers also confirm this."

 

[Irajah Ven]

Location: Kolto Processing Plant, Deep Lab
Allies: Caf (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="Jairus Starvald"]

"Excuse them."

The masked and robed figure tilted up their beak, looking at the feed security was pipping into her lab.

Up until a few moments ago, she and Jairus had been discussing his delivery of a particular compound Vain had designed for him (at behest of [member="Darth Carnifex"], one didn't say no the the Dark Lord of the Sith after all). More accurately, she had been ignoring him while she finished lovingly packing up the vials for him to take. They had been almost done, and Vain perfectly happy to return to her work and entirely forget everything else.

Instead, gloved hands had stilled as red lights started flashing and a security lock down had been initiated. Not that she thought it would hold them for long. As security forces raced through the hallways and toward the airlock that the rebels were currently forcing open, Vain glanced instead at a different set of screens. A series of numbers and values, fluctuating readings in real time. To anyone else, it might be gibberish. But Vain could read the chemistry and sonar readings like someone else might read the news.

Beneath the mask, she frowned. Grumpily, she put down the cup of caf she had been nursing until now.

"They are upsetting the Progenitors," the distorted voice muttered darkly. Vain had been an integral part in their re-establishment here on Dubrillon. They were in their way her children. Created much like she had created her sister and counter part [member="Dr. Jain Ve'Rah"] and they had in turn created [member="Farah"] .

The figure turned, looking him up and down. They were alone in the lab, which annoyed her. But, she'd fired her last assistant (again) so, one did what one must.

"You're big. You'll do. Can you pilot a personal sub?"

The diminutive figure turned, motioning with a gloved hand as it hurried toward a door at the back of the lab that declared in bold letters LAB AIRLOCK - PROPER PROCEDURE REQUIRED

Reaching over, she swiped a key card through the reader. Tugging the thumb of her glove off (the hand beneath small, fingers long and delicate- human for certain), she pressed it against the pad and the door unlocked.

"Come on, hurry up. If you can't I will but it'll be bumpy."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Allies Rebels, Light Side [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies Empire, Dark Side
Objective: Posturing for position

The war was constant. The Jedi Master never acted how some thought he should. Diving into battle with robes and his lightsaber. But no, he was the General of the Alliance in Exile. He was more than just the sum of his parts. A Jedi Master. Aing-Tii Adept. Warden of the Sky. Supporter of the Light. Vanquisher of the Dark. He was here and he was here to fight. The Rebel Alliance had their own tasks but for Coren, it was an opportunity to show that he, and his government were not afraid to stand up to the Sith Empire.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] had helped deflate a lot of his men and women’s morale, but the light side was eternal, and once they began licking their wounds, their resolve had turned to protecting those that they could. And enhancing and escalating the arms race on certain worlds? That gave the Alliance fleet time to help evacuate VIPs and data that was needed elsewhere. People who were looking for the safety the Exiled Government could offer.

Others were coming, and he could feel Raaf and [member="Darth Carnifex"] ‘s influence on the people on this world. Maybe it was just the Sith. Coren couldn’t be so certain, but he was hoping he was broadcasting as loud as he could in the Force. What he needed was more of the Alliance personnel, but getting a few U-Wings full of troopers was all he could really pull. They needed to grab more fighters. And this wasn’t the Exile’s fight. This was the Rebel Alliance.

He was here merely to provide his assistance, and support. And punch Sith.

Ok, mostly punch Sith. He knew they could bleed. And that was why he was here. Turning and looking up from his cover. He took a shot with the flechette launcher before pulling on the Force hard. He was launching his location, but he was also throwing up a Force Protection Bubble, large enough to let ships drop off soldiers and get moving. He was going to hold it for a bit, but he had his other focus here. He caught a strafe of blaster bolts on his shield, absorbing it into his own Force reserves. Just to keep the shield alive as his U-Wing came in and dropped off soldiers who moved to take up defensive positions.

It was a matter of finding if that really WAS [member="Aryn Teth"].

 

[Ellie Mors]

Devil's Got a Hold on Me
Location: Dubrillion
Equipment: Orbalisk Armor, Lightsabers
Allies: Not the Jedi
Enemies: The Jedi

The sound of knuckles rattling against the frame of the bedroom door echoed through the dimly lit living quarters, causing the slumbering form of the Firrerreo to stir. A thin sheet was pulled away from her body as she sat upright in her bed and looked around - her gaze passing over the body of the other two occupants that shared the bed. There was a dull ache at the back of her head, something drug-induced to be sure, but the knocking didn't stop, which indicated it wasn't just a dream. She pushed herself off of the bed, knocking one of the inebriated and intoxicated fellows to the floor with a thud, and strode towards the door with an expression of pure irritation. The door itself, something mundane and primitive like much of civilian life on the world of Dubrillion, opened itself as if it had willed itself to do so while the woman shook her exhaustion away with several shakes of her head and hair, allowing the uneven mess of brown to fall down across her face and shoulders. "What do you want? I'm supposed to be left be for the rest of the week." She growled, her upper lip curling in disgruntled dissatisfaction at being woken in the middle of the day.

The look of the woman that had been sent to wake her up was certainly one that could have amused her, were she not already irritated, as the confusion and embarrassment was evident the moment the door opened. "I apologize, I wish it could have waited that long, but it appears the planet has been targeted by an invasion force." She explained, her cheeks a tinge of red as she looked down at the parasitic insects that covered much of the witch's body. "And what do you want me to do about it? Wave my hand and make them all go away? You have a Dark Lord of the Sith or whatever, use your armies and think of something. I'm going to enjoy my time here doing what I do best - indulge myself in things away from the petty squabbles of mortals." The witch replied with a dismissive wave of her hand before she turned back towards the bed, clearly intent on returning to her break from the galaxy at large. "I was asked to inform you that a number of Jedi suspected to be involved in.. her.. disappearance are, or might, be involved." The woman said pleadingly, clearly not aware of the context behind the information she was given but hopeful it would drag the witch into action.

She paused mid-stride, looking down towards the ground and then raising her gaze up to the ceiling with something of an irritated groan.

"Fine. But after this is all over I'm going to be left alone for a month. A month." Braith grumbled, stressing the importance of her free time.

"All work and no play..."

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Dubrillion​

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The Behemoth​

Central Command​

Engaging: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]​

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"The Crestfallen has been launched."

Fiolette nodded to the officer and turned her attention to the holomap. She scanned the ships set before her, "set the secondary line to arrive here." A set of coordinates had been relayed to the communications station. The presence of the Behemoth drew the attention of the rebels and their fleets. "Wait for it," she continued - the Rebels enjoyed the idea of appearing 'behind' a fleet, however; their understanding of space would undo them soon enough. "Admiral rebel fleet at our rear, they're employing systems-wide communications jamming."

"Counter," she directed, "we'll be on a limited relay system but easy enough for ship to ship communications. We'll need someone on the ground to re-establish links to the fleet though." A hand to her chin as she thought about that for a moment. "Dispatch the Marines in the next wave, have them reinforce the key positions on the surface but their primary goal will be to re-establish communications with the fleet."

Shard-type Assault Frigates turned their corners to intercept the dumb fired missile, for while yes it had been immune to sensors - it moved in a straight line and was visible from many of the gunner's viewports. Allowing them to engage in a manual interception, and throughout many of the vessels, their gunner nests were silent as each one did their best to work ahead of the predictable torpedo. At last, someone managed to kill the torpedos before it detonated, however, the interception occured right at the shield's envelope. The Behemoth shuddered momentarily, as it blinked at the damage but nevertheless, it drew the attention of the Rear Admiral.

"Turn us forty five degrees here," Fiolette continued, "will give the Behemoth's guns room to hit, rotate the rearguard and the vanguard here and here keep us in the center." Another look at the rebel fleet formation, "engage in formation Trill-Enth-Four-Four-Nine." The might of the Black Iron War Fleet would begin to turn forming into lines for defensive interception keeping the Xo'Xaans in the center Shard's on the outside with the various carriers on the inside and star destroyers moving to their outside visually they looked to be in three Delta-shapes spread out evenly to take on enemy fighters and engage in a long range match.

The Rear Admiral had no doubt that once command noticed that the Behemoth was unresponsive another ship or another set of ships would be dispatched and until then she looked at the composition of the enemy fleet. "Rebel fleet maintaining distance at long range, however they've dispatched their starfighters."

"Engage them."

The Black Iron War Fleet had many starfighters to its credit among them the Shadow Droid fighters, Automated TIE/D as well as Sith K Fighters, Interceptors, and the number of bombers, fighters and advanced fighters. The hangars let loose another wave of fighters and transports and those heading to the surface carried a mix of troops and support personnel shuttles holding Sith were also launched. "Engage them at long range, ready the Marr's long range turbolasers."

"What was the time until the secondary arrived?"

"Commodore Delane had been running final checks before we left Bastion," remarked one of the officers, "unfortunately with the system's jamming we'll not know when she arrives until she does."

"Of course, continue our engagement - notice our Rebel friend has engaged his Battlecrusiers to the front and the Carriers to the rear." Fiolette pointed out, "once we've completed our turn begin course route here and here."

The Emperor’s Fist
Action Report;

• Acknowledge systems wide communications jamming.
• Intercepted a dumb fired missiles, Behemoth took minimal damage.
• Fleet begins to turn, defensive screen engaged.
• Reestablishing ship to ship communication.
• Dispatched transports to surface.

Spoiler

Black Iron Command

• 
  [1] Behemoth-class Super Star Dreadnought
  
• 
  [2] Heresiarch-class Command Battlecruisers
  

Black Iron Vanguard

• 
  [8] Marr-class Star Destroyers
  
• 
  [15] Shard-class Assault Frigates
  

Black Iron Rearguard

• 
  [2] Harbinger-class Carrier Battlecruisers
  
• 
  [4] Marr-class Star Destroyers
  
• 
  [3] Incapacitator-class Interdiction Cruisers
  
• 
  [10] Shard-class Assault Frigates
  

Black Iron Center

• 
  [20] Xo’Xaan II-class Star Destroyers
  

Sith-Imperial Starfighters

• 
  Sith-Imperial TIE Fighter
  
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  Sith-Imperial TIE Interceptor
  
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  Sith-Imperial TIE/D Automated Starfighter
  
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  Sith-Imperial TIE/HV Fighter/Bomber
  
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  Shadow Droid
  
• 
  Sith-Imperial TIE/K Sith Starfighter
  

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Location: Dubrillion, Underwater Saaraishash HQ
Allies: TSE [member="Leliana"] [member="Ardeth Zun"] [member="Khaji Ri'Had"] [member="Vestille Thumahra"] [member="Djorn Bline"]
Enemies: Rebels, Jamming

Hirou confirmed Leliana and Djorn's intentions to head for the Kolto plant and Khaji's to head to the refinery.

"Send a message ahead on secure channels," the Nezumi squeaked. "Make sure they know to expect you and there are no accidents."

This left Ardeth and Vestille. More cautious sorts. Wait and see sorts. Both kinds were needed- those agents who could and would act on the initial intel and then those who wished to know more before committing. Hirou inclined toward the former themself, if the Nezumi were being honest. Get the first burst of information and act on it. But that had been before. Before [member="Darth Saarai"] had elevated them. Now they had to think about the bigger picture, to gather as much information as they could first, before committing.

Fortunately, Hirou was still a hoarder and collector by nature, so it wasn't that far from their base self. It just took a little extra thought.

"They are hitting all over the surface, Agent Zun," Hirou answered. Two paws came down, then drew up, making a holograph appear out of the top of the table. "Confirmations of contact here, here, here."

Red lights flashed on the hologram. The kolto facility had initiated a lock down, though it was unclear if it was precautionary or due to direct contact from the data on the image. Several refineries were reporting contact. The planet's primary garrison lit up a half dozen lights, indicating something large happening there- but if anyone could handle that it was them.

"And of course, the fleets above," Hirou sighed, swiping the holograph back down into the table.

"I am going to send out a beacon to Lord Fa. Request the Song and it's escort-" the Nezumi muttered, pushing back down on the comm button twice, then stepped back, straightening their little jacket and clearly preparing to send a holographic message to the Lord of the Inquisition. Except-

Static.

"Cheeky blighters!" The little creature exclaimed, tail flicking and fur rippling. Something in system was jamming communications. "Beaten at our own game! Hopefully the Emperor sent along the message to Yavin IV, last I knew that was where Lord Fa was. If only he was at Bastion." Real chagrin in that tiny voice.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Attack Dubrillion Garrison | Halt Imperial Forces
​Method: Contain and Destroy | First Strike
Location: Dubrillion

​Allies: Strike Team One | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cenric Marus"] | [member="Ras Val'kor"]
​Enemies: [member="Darth Voracitos"] | dunno who else atm

​Agility, something worth noting. His opponent did not wish for an exchange of strikes, but that was entirely what Tathra intended. As his swing came to a miss, it allowed a few steps forward inside of his opponents defence as his blade redirected, placing Tathra's hammer between the chest and saber of his opponent, or at least the tip of his massive weapon. A mound of fist came at his face, one Tathra would gladly take if necessary.

​He had no fear of this blue mound of puss, pulling his right arm tight to his chest as he bent backward, twisting his waist as he brought the dual ended War-Hammer that had only just passed his opponents arm, thundering towards his opponents stomach in a quick but less powerful jab. Tathra's legs bent at the knee only for a moment as his body slid inches under the fist of his opponent, immediately throwing himself up with his horned head surfacing once more to observe his opponent.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Deal with the Interrupters
Location: Deploying to the Refinery
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Samka Derith"] @other Sith and allies
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] @any other other blasted darn rebels

Equipment: Armor Lightsaber

Watching Fiolette go, she had spent the short trip pacing and gathering the dark side to herself, entrapping the rage and hatred she was feeling. When it became clear they were only a few minutes out, she equipped her armor slowly, checking her lightsaber to make sure it was fully functional. It might not be as extensive a ready routine as the Emperor's, but every good warrior checked their equipment before going into battle. Plus, these were just tools... her real weapon was the dark side and she was practically brimming with it. Her will would soon see these rebels destroyed for interrupting...

Reaching the hanger bay containing the Crestfallen and the first wave of transports, she elected to take one of the troop transports down to the surface. It would do well for them to see that even Sith Lords were willing to muck it out with the soldiers on the ground and endure the tense transport ride down to the surface.

Their objective would be to reinforce the kolto refinery complex as initial reports before the enemy began jamming had seemed to suggest they were grouping their attack there and at the Imperial garrison. As the transport left the hanger, falling into formation with the Cresfallen and other shuttles, she watched as the enemy fleet launched their torpedoes and Fiolette reacted. She smiled to herself. She had every confidence that she could handle whoever was commanding the rebel naval forces. She turned her attention to the rapidly approaching planet, her eyes blazing yellow as she prepared herself to tear apart any and all enemies of the Sith.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Staring at the carnage,
praying that the sun would never rise...

Allies: [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: [member="Wyatt Morga"]​

Brilliant flashes of magnetically accelerated metal pulsed over the Sun Guard's head as Alkor fired steadily on the engines of the nearest landing craft, seeking to bring the craft down prematurely and possibly bring its occupants to a swift end.

He moved steadily forward, crouched low enough that he was a small target- most likely not safe from a hail of fire from above, but an inefficient target for a shaky-handed aerial turret gunner. Alkor saw the Sith Imperial soldiers and their accompaniment of mercenaries ahead and scurried to join them while he was still far enough to not be a priority target.

It would be far more effective for him to fight at their side under these conditions. Sand made their steps more sluggish and labored, and while the enemy would be subjected to the same struggles, there was the possibility for Jedi to erupt from the innards of the ship and cause a problem for the enlisted men.

Some people said war was hell. Others thought of it as beautiful. People glorified bloodshed with all manner of sentiments, but Alkor had lived through and seen enough of it to learn and embrace the Mandalorian perspective.

War was war.

There was no darkness in the taking of lives, not inherently. Likewise, to protect something took no requisite light. Fighting was a way of life, something that eventually became reflexive and habitual. Some got better at it, some didn't survive it, but the ones who called themselves Mandos?

They understood that what was important, wasn't the fight itself.

It was what you fought for.

He joined the contingent of Stormtroopers just as his HUD picked out the pilot of the dropship, and Alkor lined up a shot. With a slow, measured breath, he fingered the trigger and sent the round home.

Alkor did not wait for the scene to play out as he locked the XSR to his back once again and scanned for the frequency that the other foot soldiers were on. He kept quiet and listened, ready to coordinate with whatever orders came across the radio waves.

His worries were realized when he saw a brilliant blade arcing across the fray to their position. He knew better than to waste bullets on their kind. Instead, a vile, mechanical hiss joined the sound of metal screeched outward from his hip.

The blade shivered a pale blue as it slowly collected frost.

War, was it?

Just business as usual.

 

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(Phone post. Sorry for the quality, and I probably missed someone in tags)

Location: Dubrillon, Kolto Processing Plant

Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Aten Ramses"],, Ras Val'kor, [member="Aryn Teth"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Comet"], [member="Xevek Rakama"], [member="Adrian Vandiir"], [member="Lei Shandian"]


The shuttle hit the ground with a dull thump. It only took seconds for [member="Romi Jade"] to step forth, lightsaber singing a song of death to any that dared to raise a weapon against the rebels. The handful of first responders nearby were dealt with quickly as the rebels filed out onto the sandy outcropping.

"Try to stay where I can see you," Cedric murmured to @Cenric Mars one final time as the dropships would tear off into the skies above. The Knight had followed Romi's example, cyan blade springing to life as he strode out onto the sand.

A number of troopers turned their attention to him. The volleys of blaster fire that followed were repelled with practiced efficiency toward their point of origin - most of those soldiers fell within seconds. Cedric did not go jumping into the fray, instead opting to draw the soldiers' attention and approaching calmly, dispatching those that chose to engage him as they came.

He wasted little time in marching toward the entrance into the facility that the soldiers had poured out of. The advance was slow, the imperials outer line haven been softened by the aerial barrage but most certainly not broken.
Rebel soldiers charged up behind him, weapons spitting death just as they received it in turn. The waves ran red with the blood of rebels and imperials alike.

The Knight turned his attention toward what looked to be one of their leaders ([member="Khonsu Amon"]), and saw Wyatt making a charge. Cedric felt a pang of concern for the knight's safety, but quickly cast it aside.

Everyone here had a job to do. They couldn't allow sentiment to bring them any hesitation. Cursing quietly under his breath, Cedric returned his attentions to putting pressure on his section of the imperial line.

It did not take much time for the soldiers to catch a break. Whilst the bulk of the Rebel forces engaged the imperials on the beach, those near Cedric converged on a lone side entrance that had been ferrying imperial soldiers onto the battlefield. The Knight charged that door, a Sith of some sort drawing a crimson blade to meet him.

The exchange lasted a total of thre blows. The Sith leaped at him: Cedric sidestepped the strike. His opponent spun on his heel - an awkward motion when one is standing in sand - and flicked his blade back to carve Cedric into two nest pieces. The Knight met it with his own, stepped into the unfortunate Sith's guard, and turned his blade in such a way that it simply slid over that of the warrior and through his threat.

The scion of the dark side fell lifeless at Cedric's feet. Not one to waste time, Cedric went to work. The Blade of Ruusan roared as it carved through the door, rendering it little more than a pool of bubbling magma.

"The Rebel Alliance offers you sanctuary should you choose to surrender. We will not harm any -"

There was a snap as a blaster bolt hit Cedric dead in the chest. The mobility shield built into his armor flickered for a moment before stabilizing.

"Noted."

The Knight would wait upon his allies before venturing any further. He reached out into the empyrean, and found himself reassured by his comrades' nearby presence. The moment he reached out to them, the lightsaber at his side did too. Its positive influence would wash over each of them, their minds temporarily linked in such a way that predicting one another's actions would likely be instinctual.

Alone, they were dangerous agents. Together, they were a weapon of righteousness with the potential to carve through whatever Sith dared to stand in their way.

The Knight smiled to himself at the thought. In times as dark as these, such beliefs were comforting. Thus far their landing had proceeded within the margins for expected casualties, and things were in motion to keep the rebels' plans moving forward as intended.
The arrival of a dark presence just on the edge of the knight's awareness normally would have brought him dread. Today, it gave him nothing but elation.

"Keep them off our back Ras," his voice crackled through the squad comm, "Let us draw their attention, then you can pick them apart with the cannon. They outnumber us, we'll have to be careful."

After waiting a minute or so for the others, Cedric would march into the facility, weapon raised to defend himself against whatever threats awaited within.

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Storming the beaches, held up by a demon...

​

Objective: Maintain the Momentum.
Enemies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] │ [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Allies: The Rebel Alliance


Wyatt moved with the grace of a grecian god; moving through the line towards what he could only assume was the direction of the general leading the defense. It was not a conscious direction or effort, but Wyatt was well tuned with the ways of The Force and always heed its call; though this wasn’t always the case. It took years to learn that tuning it out was for the worse, a taxing lesson he learned years back on Coruscant.

Still, with his speed amplified well beyond a conventional persons limits, he was a flash on the battlefield, tearing through what few soldiers stood in his way and redirecting shots from the many more that attempted to ambush him. They were not his concern, this much he already knew, it would do him no good to kill them so any attempt he had he’d maim and cut to leave them incapable of fighting, but not so much as to kill them. Tendons, legs, dominant hands, all targets, but never the chest; it simply isn't necessary.

As his breathing increased, there was something else that was taxing him; something that stood in the way of his would be goal. While he expected Sith to be present, this sensation was something not as dark, not as spiteful; but a knowing presence that found comfort amongst the carnage.

"Could this be their leader?", he thought, before punishment was quickly enacted for his distraction. Wyatt couldn’t ignore it as he pressed forward, but its momentary need for attention had taken its place as he moved with a righteous speed.

“Blue-2, Danger Close!”, someone on the other side of his radio called out.

Wyatt had only a moment to react before he realized what was coming, the soft echoes of a bombing run reverberating through the force; moving to glass the fortification he was in. The explosion rocked the area, and only the quick telekinetic reactions allowed for him to be unharmed, but the momentum he had, had been lost. Before him stood a man outside the force, something ill gotten, but likely deserved. What Wyatt faced was not a man in the sense of The Force, but a manifestation of wrath.

Standing upright, Wyatt made eye contact with the man named Alkor Centaris, coming towards him with an azure blade the stank of death. Clenching his jaw, Wyatt almost cursed, now facing the last thing he wished to find. An actual threat.

He’d either need to make this quick, or get past him, their assault was relying on it. The sounds of war around them kept the world ablaze, but for the two an eerie silence would begin form; one for combat rather than carnage. At least, for Wyatt his focus would double; lowering himself to prepare for the dark jedi.