Invasion A Crisis of Faith: AC Invasion of WotS-held Ninn (Helgard, Trian)

[Brimstone]

Location: inside then AA base perimeter

Allies: Lonnie Kai Heinrich Faust
Enemies: Chimera Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Drako Darth Vinaze

Hades commandos 8/8
Sons of Essions 18/25

Brimstone looked as the pyromancer waved his hands sending a snake of flame encircling them both. So it was a duel he wanted, dropping his BAW-63 and unhooked his Forseti, not that the flaming edge looked like it would bother the sith, but he was fairly confident the axe itself would do the trick.

A wide swinging chain flew toward Brimstone, he instinctively raised his shield allowing the bladed edge to ricochet up off of its hard face, sparks flew as the two metals collided. As the Sith recovered his swing from the glancing hit, Brimstone lifted his right hand up and with a squeeze, unleashed several blaster pistol rounds at his opponent. He let out a goading roar, amplified by the electronics in his helmet.

Meanwhile, the Hades commandos and several of the Ession soldiers had passed through the breach. Brimstone had confident that each and every one of his commandos was capable of taking the lead for the main objectives.

Sergeant Hral looked around him, the team were taking fire from positions inside the base, they had lost 2 more Ession soldiers but so far they were still strong. Three of the commandos had detached and were looking for a secondary route to the target buildings. Hral took a quite look at the holomap, it wasn't far and would be a quick stroll on a good day, if it wasn't for those defenders making things harder, selfish. Two lightly armed enemy soldiers came running round the corner, from the look on their faces they had gotten disorientated and weren't expecting him, he took aim with his carbine and opened fire on them from close range, as did a pair of nearby Ession troops.

"Men, advance, these soldiers cannot match you in a fight and they know it, use that advantage and show them the light of Ession" his short speech was punctuated by a crack of sound and a beam of light as the one of the commandos used his molecular disruption rifle to take a shot at a solid position the enemy were using for cover.

 

[Darth Vinaze]

Writing as Darth Vinaze & Kuric Taumin
Allies: Drako | Zinn Zinn Bink'sa | Chimera
Enemies: Lonnie Kai | Brimstone | Heinrich Faust
Engaging: Lonnie Kai

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By the time the host of Darth Vinaze reached the outpost, it was already aflame. But it was not too late. He could feel the continued presence of defenders. When in range of the outpost, the acolytes let loose their hounds and their monstrosities from the chains that held them back.

They would all feel the presence of Darth Vinaze, subtly, like a gnawing in the back of their mind. The force around them would grow cold, and dark, repressed memories of things they’d lost would flicker across their eyes. Perhaps for some it would be the glassing of Ession, or whatever else had driven them to Ashla’s side.

Kuric, in his hasty bravado, conjured a fireball that tore the wall open, revealing the flames and the bloodied combatants inside. He stepped into the building with confidence and drew his demonic sword, black as the void.

Vinaze sensed through the force, feeling for what he had hoped to find here. But there was nothing… no presence strong enough that might be the leader of this operation.

“Stay close Kuric,”

“Do not treat me like a child master.” Kuric replied callously. He failed to realize the extent of his incompetence, but Vinaze knew he would learn soon.

“You have shown me time and again why I should not leave you alone.”

Kuric stopped abruptly in the path of the spirit, as if to block him. Vinaze humoured the boy and his ghostly lord halted, staring dead into the eyes of his apprentice.

“I alone defeated the Great Serpent of Helgard,” the knight proclaimed, despite the falsehood of the statement. Kuric had taken so much pride from not only his survival from but also the slaying of Krokros, the near-mythical Helgardi beast, that he overlooked the truth that he had not been the only one responsible.

“And you alone failed to capture the Alliance Chancellor when the order was given. I should have accompanied you to Csilla.”

“Csilla was a victory, you know--” Kuric stopped abruptly mid sentence as two acolytes ahead of them fell to the ground dead, struck as if from thin air by a particularly stealthy Jedi.

Kuric eyed the girl up and down, taking in only her superficial details. She was younger than him, though not a child. Vinaze looked deeper however, into the aura that surrounded her. Her outward strength belied the inexperience that he could feel. He expected nothing less from a disciple of Cedric Grayson. He had built this army in haste, but Vinaze kept the thought in the back of his mind that this crusade of irregulars could very well morph into something no one could control, not unlike the New Imperial Order.

Irveric Tavlar, The Death Watch, Cedric Grayson. The ones who got away. Survivors where there should have been none. The failure to bring these men to heel now haunted the Sith, and hatred for them was one of the few unifying causes in the sectarian order.

“Let me take her.”

“No Kuric. Safeguard the acolytes.”

“But Master-”

“No, Kuric.” Vinaze had his own plans for the Jedi. She was not the leader of this assault, but she might be able to tell him who was. He would find enjoyment in ripping that information from her psyche. He waved Kuric away, who begrudgingly ran off to aid his master’s acolytes.

“So tell me, girl” his voice was low and ghostly, his form a silhouette of a man, incomplete and fading into the ethereal as the crimson vapours he conjured around him passed through his body. “Where is your master?”

 

[Darth Themis]

'Moya' had been busy reviving another healer, battling the mental influence of Darth Solipsis all the while. As the bombs and blaster bolts fell around her she was eerily calm, knowing bits and pieces of the future. This one would get struck in the head by a blaster. That one wouldn't. It made triage a helleva lot easier.

Themis of course, made every effort to save even the ones she knew were going to die, regardless, if only for the sake of keeping up appearances.

Themis cursed her recent failures. Not only had she completely failed to foresee her old nemesis Phyre had had the last laugh over both her and Julia's parents, but the Cult she had sacrificed so much to stop was back and worse, now Julia was directly working with them, and Themis bristled at how it made a mockery of her efforts, of the sacrifices made by Julia's parents. Yet even Themis could not deny it took extreme conviction in one's beliefs to willingly ally with the people who made your life a living hell. Xiphos had even helped the Sith hold Dantooine, where her parents had been murdered, if that didn't say anything of how much her grand daughter believed in her own cause, nothing did. What else could cause her to commit such a personal moral blasphemy? Even Themis had been shocked at how far Laertia was willing to take it. That said, Laertia's actions had thwarted the NIO and GA, and Themis was no more averse to playing various enemies against each other like any regular Sith would.

Holy chit this was a dangerous game she was playing with The Ashlan Crusade.

Themis healed another healer, who revived immediately, thanking her for the great strength The Ashla had granted her. For a split second Themis caught herself thinking of the genuine sect of Jedi she had once ran nostalgically, and immediately crushed it. These were not her De Lifte Jedi. Yes, they worshipped the Ashla, but she found the rest of their beliefs on the Force questionable at best, utterly repugnant at worst. Most times, she kept Crusade members at arms length.

Themis sighed as the next healer they brought her was revived. This was taking too long.

"You." She called out to four able bodied soldiers in the triage tent with her. "Over here, now."

The four soldiers came over, awed and somewhat terrified at the clear command she had over bodily tissue. She whispered a strange, arcane spell, and The Light Side of The Force, along with knowledge, flooded their bodies.

They now temporarily had the capacity to touch the Light Side and heal others to a high degree, though not quite as high. She didn't like using the Light in this manner, as it meant being guided by it rather than doing the guiding. She preferred control.

"Go and heal others. As many as you can while the spell lasts. Emphasis is on healing other healers." She explained, deeply discomforted by the look of pure joy and amazement the soldiers had at being allowed to actually work the Ashla's will.

"You have blessed us all with a great honor and miracle this day, Master De Lifte. We shall do our best to honor the Ashla...and honor you." One of them said.

"Riiiight..." Themis said, raising an eyebrow. "Off you go, then..."

The Soldiers eagerly set about to work the miracle Darth Themis provided them.

"This Moya De Lifte is one of the most powerful Jedi I have ever encountered! How come we have not heard of her serving The Ashla's will beforehand?" A soldier asked as they each revived a healer or helped the wounded survive what otherwise would have been mortal injuries.

"Best not to question Ashla. I'm just glad she's on our side!" Another enchanted soldier said.

(Cutaway of J Jonah Jameson laughing in his seat uncontrollably.)

Themis in the meanwhile was approached by a recovered soldier with what almost looked like a necklace of gently glowing stones of soft blue.

"My mother gave it to me for good luck, but I think you might get better use out of it, Master De Lifte. May the Force be with you." The female soldier told her, awestruck in a way that caused Themis to shrivel in disgust on the inside.

Themis stared at the object placed in her hand. It pulsed with The Light Side...

(Zelda Acquisition Theme Plays)

(Themis has gained a support item!)

Item: ESSIONIAN ROSARY

Spoiler

Ancient Heirloom Rosary mounted with Ankarres Sapphires . Ideal for channeling healing powers over a Large Area.

"Thank you." Moya said calmly, creeped the hell out by the hero worship on the soldiers face. She immediately got into a meditative position and cast her healing abilities outward in a massive radius, beginning to rapidly heal everyone aligned with The Light in 70 meters of her, wincing as she channeled the immense power with The Rosary's help...

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: in orbit
Opponent: Irratar Hemstagon

Isla Draellix watched with resignation as the second of her two patrol frigates went dark on the tactical holo, their fighters initially engaging but then scattering into hyperspace.

“Admiral, we have identified the enemy command ship, here is the information you requested, the details are pretty sparse unfortunately.”

She began reading, not a lot here, the name of the ship, some eye witness comments about its capabilities and note about her captain, she winced reading the last part, dreading the fate of her frigate crews drifting helplessly in space.

She was brought back into the room as a bright beam of light passed near the Pillar of Retribution, coming from the direction of the enemy. It was a miss, but not by a long way, she knew the Pillar was top of the line when it came to durability, but would rather the enemy miss nonetheless.

“Captain, send a wide beam communication in the direction of that flagship.” She stood as proudly as she could, adjusted her ceremonial dress and addressed the camera droid in front of her.

“I am Fleet Admiral Draellix and am addressing Irratar Hemstagon.” she paused for a moment “This system has been declared under the rule of The Ashlan Crusade. You are ordered to withdraw your ships from the system and take no further action here. You have won small victory, cowering in the asteroid field, but any further aggression will be answered by the Grand Fleet of Ashla.” She cut the feed and turned to her captain.

“Your orders?” he asked, already knowing she had no expectation that this brutal pirate would concede the battlefield.

“Move the Majestics forward slightly, they sit just out of range of the lead battleship and the escorting gunships, have them target the lead battleship with their long range turbolasers and ion cannons. But keep them within close range of the Nebulas in case those destroyers show themselves again.” She had no intention of rushing forward, at this range, her fleets advanced defensive systems would keep them mostly safe and force a stalemate. That would be enough for her to keep the planet blockaded. But she hoped that appealing to her opponents pride and just showing the ankles of her fire power, would pull him out of his hiding space and allow her a more decisive victory.

“Oh, and captain, send a shot back from the Fusion accelerator where that proton beam came from, just so he knows he cant stand back and tease us.”

 

[Irratar Hemstagon]

The bridge of the Blood Spear falls into darkness, as soon as the transmission is cut. Irratar Hemstagon stood tall, turning his head sligtly to the side as he studied her posture. A mere show of strength and determination, to some. But to him, a whole bible of weaknesses and flaws he craved to abuse to his benefit. The odds were slowly tightening around his flotilla in a grip. He could not risk his fleet. And yet... The challenge was far too tempting...

Choices, choices....

"Lord Prince-"
The broken voice of the cloaked pale figure sounded as he approached from behind him. "A pierce would encircle us, liege. Should we pull? This is no Brotherhood world to be lost. Keep your ships. Return with the spoils of the raid.."

A smirk forms on Irratar's face as he shook his head. His gaze locked into the far distance, on the Pillar of Retribution...

"Leave? I might have considered. But I shall first teach her what happens when you taunt the Black Prince!" he intoned, before extending his ring-weighted palm, pointing aimlessly behind him without sparing to turn and actually look. "Signal all ships to deploy in Sarlaac formation on their flagship flotilla. And blind them. Let us see how good they are on their own... free will"

Like the wolf-pack emerging from behind the rocky cliffs, the Destroyers emerge from behind the asteroid field, launching yet another long-range barrage against the admiral's flotilla, this time openly encircling her position in lightning-speed pierces, as their weapons over charge....

The bestial hulls of the Parriah and the Blood Spear accelerate, as the Black Prince finally makes his move. In a joint choreography with the four Destroyers' attacks, led by the screen of the four escorting Gunships, the two capital ships push forth, their coming omened by the dragon-roar of their blazing engines, as they breack through the asteroid field's limits. The Blood Spear shall cast around her a swarm of what seems to be bombardment, as her turbolaser cannons knock several of the meteors off her path...
Now, with the asteroid field on their rear and left flank, the Athysian fleet launches its attack. A spiraling attack of the four destroyers, aimed on all the ships around the Pillar, while the Parriah's beam cannon launches yet another strike, this time well-within range. A welcoming kiss, to the battle ahead.

Out of a sudden, as the battle was joint, he signs of the vast warships coming from hyperspace start beaming on the screen. More ships... Many more ships... A trap? Or could it be a wasted maneuver? Who could tell...

In mere minutes, the vast spiked hulls of two more Ignisir-Class Star Destroyers emerge from Hyperspace, clearly jumping from a very short trip, considering the synchronized charge of the Black Prince. A void ambush. Tactics employed not by Sith, or sophisticated admirals, but by pirates. The newly emerged Ignisirs sail in much, much closer distance to the Pillar of Retribution, in comparison to the initial flottila's, appearing on their right flank. Swarmed by their escorts numbering eight Baron-Class Gunships and sixteen more Destroyers, the Admiral is finally revealed what seemed like the full strength of the Hemstagon Raider Fleet.

The void bleeds light. One after the other, the Destroyer packs are unleashed against the Admiral's frigates, followed by the twin beams of the Ignisirs' cannons aimed on the Pillar of Retribution. A brutal charge against Isla Draellix-Kobitana and her fleet, as the Athysian corsair host attempts to break the Ashlan blockade not by direct confrontation, but by defeating her fleet in detail....

The many destroyers barrage the Ashlan navy in a fast hit-and-run attack which lasts barely minutes before they scissor back, pulling from the main front to give way for the blinding beams of all three Ignisirs to cast their deathly bite upon the enemy. A mere introduction, while the gunships reach closer, escorting the capital ships to force a narrow engagement... Meanwhile, eight of the newly arrived fleet's gunships and four destroyers remain behind th charging squadrons, clearly serving as rear guards of the fleet.

And so, the pit-like jaws of the Sarlaac close in a fiery bite...

 

[Darth Maleva]

「Watching, waiting」
「my prey is praying」
Cedric Grayson​

"Orders from the sovereign, my lord. We are directed to take to the left."

Severt informed her as they moved down the hillside. She nodded, adjusting their course. Only moments later, Maleva fell onto the heretics with an undying fervor. A lone soldier stood at the edge of the field. He froze as the troops moved out with a quickness. Before he could react, Maleva thrust her blade into his torso, before pulling it out once more and allowing him to fall to the ground. Her gaze scanned the field. It was chaos, as missiles rained from the sky. A glow caught her eye, though- a cyan, that interrupted the chaos around them, bringing peace.

"Take the infantry." Maleva hissed, and raised a finger to point at the one who bore the mark of a leader. "He's mine."

Her soldiers followed their orders as they began to fan out. The sound of new blasters marked the beginning of a bloody battle for her troops, but Maleva's concentration held solely on the man as she began to cross the field. She watched as the men in front of him uselessly gave their lives to protect him, but it was folly. Maleva stepped forward, her hands moving through the air, scarlet energy gathering around them. She hurled a bolt at the man, making her challenge known.

 

[Kasia Celestyne]

Maestus
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Her attack had hit, her blade had tasted the flesh of the enemy and no return assault was undertaken. Kasia, expecting to have to defend, had continued her line of movement, turning to keep her opponent under guard but otherwise settling into a defensive stance. When her opponent instead knelt to the ground and touched it, Kasia was confused until she felt the effects.

The world grayed slightly as the power of the dark side made itself apparent, and Kasia watched as the wound she had scored on her opponent healed, even as she herself weakened. It was the work of a moment to mentally shield herself from the effect, but the area around her showed a dimmer view. Kasia wasn't powerful enough to protect the area around her and continue her fight, so the plants and a few soldiers in the area were drained even as they were starting to be driven mad by the Battle Meditation of Darth Solipsis .

Kasia sensed more powerful Sith present on the battlefield, beings the soldiers in her vicinity couldn't combat effectively. Beings she couldn't combat effectively while maintaining protection over them. It broke her heart, but she made the decision she needed to, saving her energy for herself in her battle.

Shall we?

The powerful Sith Lord was toying with her, she could feel it.

'Can't let it make me doubt. Ashla be with me!' She thought to herself as she attacked once more.

On the first step forward in this new assault, Kasia felt another presence on the battlefield, pushing an aura out from the nearby trenches. She herself was only on the edge of the impacted area, but she took the powerful light side aura as proof that hope was not lost. Darth Themis was pushing out healing and bolstering their troops.

She moved forward swiftly, gleaming blade leading the way. She charged the blade with a bit of her power, causing a soft golden light to suffuse it. She lunged forward, keeping her leading foot in time with the blade as she had been taught, so as to not overbalance herself. She aimed for the midsection of her opponent, her mind willing the tip to find the heart of her opponent.

 

[Lonnie Kai]

Kai moved quickly after dropping the 2 Sith. Her dual lightsabers ignited, purple plasma blacdes whooshing to life. One held upsaide down and pointed behind her. The other held properly, slightly horizontal in front of her.

My master, you ask? She is dead. Killed by your kind, Sith scum.

Kai moved closer to Darth Vinaze , keeping an eye on his apprentice as well. Sith were never to be trusted. ANd with the arrogance and impatience the young one displayed, Kai would take no chances. In fact, she expected his disobedience to his master's words.

Calling upon the Force, Kai leapt into the air, higher than any normal living being had the abillity to. She came down with all intentions of splitting Darth VInaze from top to bottom. She did not wish a prolonged battle against the Sith Lord. She knew that would favor him. No, she needed to end this as fast as possible.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Allies: Pietro Demici , Mikhail Grayson , Kasia Celestyne, Renair Naki, Allyson Locke , Darth Themis

Enemies: Darth Maleva, Darth Bellum , Kascalion Giedfield , The Grim Lady , Maestus , Darth Solipsis


The arcane tools the Sith typically employed on the field of battle were an object of disgust for the exile. The battle of wits and valor that made up proper warfare was a respectable endeavor, if not a regrettable one, but the dark arts corrupted combat just as they did everything else.

The waves of Solipsis' battle meditation crashed down upon Cedric as they so often did when facing the sycophants of the great enemy. For the exile's part, his mind was akin to a fortress with its gates barred and its walls well reinforced. The tsunami of what could only be described as weaponized demoralization crashed upon the edges of his psyche, found little purchase, and faded back into the nether of the empyrean.

His comrades were not so lucky. Whilst trained specifically to fight lords of the Sith, and instructed in the art of keeping one's head about them in situations such as this, they were fallibly mortal. The warriors that had charged at his side slowed, momentary hesitation causing some of them to halt entirely, and to then be swiftly rent apart by enemy fire. Some were unlucky enough to stand in the path of missiles launched by some mechanical abomination that crested over the battle. Cedric momentarily prepared to launch himself up at the beast, but it seemed Pietro Demici was keen on dealing with the demon.

"Best of luck Cardinal," the exile muttered as he concentrated on the blade in his hands. The Blade of Ruusan responded to his attentions in turn. the holy insignia of the ancient Jedi emblazoned upon its pommel coming to life with soft golden light. He thrust the blade upward, and so too did he cast forth its presence. Though invisible to the naked eye, the Ashlan nexus that was his weapon cast aside the waves of shadow emanating from Darth Solipsis along Cedric's section of the line.

His comrades rallied near immediately, hooping war cries as the the first of them dropped over the Sith's forward trench brandishing vibroblades, bayonets, shovels and whatever else they could get their hands on as they engaged in a melee with the Warlords' defenders.

"Your parlor tricks have no power here filth!" Cedric called out above the cacophony, the noise amplifiers in his helmet helping to make his words carry over the thunder of artillery fire. He had no further patience for dark magics and the hijacking of the mind that the Sith seemed so keen on employing. That impatience simmered to outrage as two further abominations tore out from tunnels yet unseen. The exile watched them for a moment, unsure as to what they were until they passed through a squad of Bosph warriors, quite literally vaporizing the Ashlan aliens as they passed.

"Lord deliver us," Cedric muttered as he raised a hand high above his head, drawing in some of the inherent energies stored within the Blade of Ruusan into his palm. The maneuver weakened its protective aura somewhat, but drawing forth the raw energy of the light from a reservoir of power was far less taxing than creating it himself, and he would need to be fully capable if he was to survive this conflict.

He thrust an open palm toward the nearest of the demons, a flash of blinding gold striking from his fingers like a bolt of lightning, wreathing the creature in holy fire that he hoped would extinguish it entirely. He turned then to strike down the second creature, but instead found himself struck. The bolt would have killed him were he not wearing his armor. Instead, it shorted out mobility shield entirely, the feed of information sprawled along the side of his HUD darkening entirely as well.

The exile cursed as he whirled upon Darth Maleva, his soldiers' advance slowing as her followers reinforced the defenders. "I don't have time for you girl." He snapped, dousing his blade and clipping it to his hip in one swift motion, his arms stretching out toward the heavens. Invisible tendrils stretched forth from his fingertips, scooping through large sections of earth like an invisible power shovel. Those sections rumbled upward from the ground, floating quietly for a moment as masses of dirt and stone a speeder or so wide.

The exile flung his hands forward, the two masses flying with the motion as if launched from a cannon toward the Sith woman and her cohort. Normally he would have made an offer for her to surrender first, but given the current circumstances, intended death by rock bludgeoning was far more realistic.

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: orbit of planet
Opponent: Irratar Hemstagon
composition:
Pillar of retribution - 3/3 majestic cruisers - 3/3 nebula cruisers - 6/6 dominion escort frigates

Alerts pinged all over the holo in front of Isla, the Pillar was able to detect hyperspace entries a few seconds but the notice did very little particularly if the ship was already at alert. So it was time. She surveyed the contacts and let out an almost inaudible low whistle, she knew her crews would be acting with the utmost professionalism across the fleet.

"Captain, bring us around, I was full broadside solutions on both halves of the enemy fleet, have the nebulas and dominions prioritise those destroyers, the rest of the fleet engage the star destroyers"

Two bright beams of light speared out of the darkness toward the Pillar of Retribution, pushing the shields hard but they held for now.

The destroyers approached the frigates rapidly, sending searing beams toward the dominion frigates. These ships were more durable than the poor Seraphim but still could not be relied upon to whether that fire for long. As the destroyers approached on their run, the dominions and nebulas all opened up with barrages of heavy and medium turbolasers and concussion missiles, this would not be the crap shoot the destroyers enjoyed when they first revealed themselves. several of the frigates took hits from the proton beams, two of them suffering damage as the beams overloaded their shields.

The Pillar of retribution slowly turned, the nearly 5km long ship turned like a whale but it didn't have far to get into position. She and the Majestics opened fire, hundreds of turbolaser batteries, ion cannons and other weapons poured into the closest star destroyers. Both the shield leech beam and fusion accelerator cannon targeted the same star destroyer that had first come out of the asteroids, hoping to overwhelm its defenses.

"Captain, we need fighters up now, we cant let them over run us" She shouted over the noise of the alerts that told her that one of the Nebulas had taken a serious hit and had lost one of its engines, dozens of fighters poured out of the fleet's hangars, most of them entering combat air patrol formations.

"Send word to the Bane of Darkness, we are going to need the fourth fleet to deploy at out position."

 

[Tristan Evore]

The resistance against the Ashalan Fleet was bleak, mediocre at best. As the Anzat's eyed the holographic display before him, he couldn't help but smirk at what should have been a simple and decisive operations had turned to moot as the resolve of the marauder was far stronger than anticipated. His eyebrows furrowed at the thought of a quick victory, forever casting such a dubious idea into the hellish regions of the nether.

"Interesting" He muttered as the Pillar of Retribution felt the full impact of Proton Beams. "Ahead full" The engines of the Paladin's Light began to glow a bright blue as the battlecruiser and it's escort fleet removed itself from the safe and nestled orbit of Ninn and to the engagement zone. Tristan eyed the holotable carefully as his warships began the short and unremarkable journey to reinforce Fleet Admiral Isla Draellix-Kobitana .

"Open fire" He ordered as the enemy warships came into range. Bright beams of red and green lashed out in hellish anger as the fleet continued to move closer and closer to the enemy and friendly warships. Missiles from the Paladin's Light were the first to make it the engagement zone, shifting focus from the Admirals fleet to the Knight's own

Tags Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Irratar Hemstagon​

 

[Darth Vinaze]

Writing as Darth Vinaze & Kuric Taumin
Allies: Drako | Zinn Zinn Bink'sa | Chimera
Enemies: Lonnie Kai | Brimstone | Heinrich Faust
Engaging: Lonnie Kai

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He could see Lonnie eyeing Kuric, gauging the threat. Such a battle instinct was indicative of a true warrior, someone who'd been fighting hard for a long time. Kuric was a threat to all around him, but he would be no great threat to her. Vinaze knew he was the greater threat. It was up to the Jedi now to make up her mind: was he the greatest threat only to her, or was he the greatest threat to their entire operation.

The two violet blades came down in a perfect strike that would have severed any living being cleanly in half. Such a blow was of impressive caliber, but ultimately futile as the girl would quickly come to realize. The lightsabers merely passed with ease through the shadowy figure, his ethereally form parting down the middle as if to mimic a mortal body. The two halves of his body dissipated into thin air, and his entire form re-materialized a few feet back.

"That is simply how it is. Your kind dogs our every step, and my kind slays you. But both of our Orders are resilient. The Jedi and Sith have fought for an eternity, and will continue to fight for an eternity more. You and your master will join the casualties forgotten by the ages." He reached his long, ethereal fingers, apparently ghostly yet almost skeletal, towards her.

"Indulge me... what happened to your master?" but she would have to say nothing. Everything she could tell him and more lay recorded in the annals of her memories. He only had to reach in and touch them to bring them to live, and along with them the passionate emotions the girl felt losing her master. He would feed on them, and grow fat from his only vice. What would he see? What emotions overflowed into her aura when she'd heard the news, or better yet if she witnessed the act with her very own eyes?...

 

[Irratar Hemstagon]

Location: Orbital War
Allies: Warlords of the Sith
Enemies: Isla Draellix-Kobitana Tristan Evore

Flagship: Blood Spear
Ignisir Class Star Destroyers: 3/3
Quardent-Class Destroyers: 19/20
Baron-Class Gunships: 12/12


Theme

"RELOAD!"
The braided quartermaster screamed to the corsair crew. His hair pitched, casting a shadow over his dead-pale heavily tattooed torso which bore no armor. Only the pants and boots of what should be a light marine outfit. His teeth grinning, as he walks across the gun deck of the destroyer. The techno-barbarian like crew pulls the chains, lifting the munition crate from below deck. Spit, sweat and curses are spilled across the ill-lit deck of the Hunter Dog. As they push the gunport shut, they once more begin charging the massive beam cannons for yet another attack.

"READY! BURN THE FETHING WAMPA DROPS!"
The marauder feeders scream across the gundeck for the quartermaster to hear. He turns to rush towards the bridge. A single step he takes, before hell is shown in.

BOOOOOOOOOOOM

The sudden bite of the fiery beams coming from the Ashlan capital ships pierce the shield. The first overloads the shields, shaking the very hull. The second following mere seconds after pierces clean through the shields, voming flames and energy blasts in the destroyer's deck. Many of the crew within an eye's blink fly across, being pierced against the rusty walls or crushed by the heavy debri lifted by the explosions, as hellfire bursts through like a hellish demon. Limbs scatter. Screams shake sanity, as the walls drip from the blood splatters, pushed downward by the violently broken piping of the life support. The Hunter Dog shall receive yet another, final kiss of the Ashlan raging fury, as the shot's raw energy knocks the very ship off cource, igniting the fuel tanks of the stern. A blinding blaze engulfs the still speeding ship as she pierces through the void in a downward gravity-impacted course as a meteor, leaving a fiery smoke trail behind her.

The ring-weighted fingers of Irratar tighten suddenly around the palm, over the saberstaff hilt. His eyes spit fire, turned yellow by the taint of the Dark Side, as he observes the battlefield. The choice was taken, now. The move, made. All he could do was lay the blow, or flee. He would not let the admiral win without a warning shot, atleast...

"Boarding parties at the ready...." the Black Prince intones, staring at the Pillar of Retribution. "Destroyer squadrons, take out the frigates. Ignisirs, at her cruisers. And her flagship...." he says, narrowing his eyebrows. "Her flagship is mine...."

One after the other, the Ignisirs turn, aiming their beam cannons against the escorting cruisers. A blinding storm of beams from all frontal weapons follows, as the Athysian Raider Fleet engages the Ashlan navy. Their powerful hell-spitting cannons and turbolaser batteries now firing at much closer range, aimed towards the bridges and hulls alike, while the speeding, buzz-like Hunter Dog destroyers barrage the frigats with concentrated fire.

Drums. Drums of war. Their shields be the hide upon which the black swords strike upon, synthesizing the loud music of war. Their armors spiked, blackened by both ash and dye, as the tall warchief of the savage marauders on deck drags a naked flayed man before their formation by the hair. His skin is deeply marked, scarred and burned; Clearly tortured beyond words, until his fate brought him before the Mawlerite Warriors.

"BLOOD FOR THE FIEND!!!!"

The warchief screams as he lifts his barbed mace to the warband. They all burst in screams and warcries, able to shake the very deck they stood on.
The slave blasts into a splatter of blood and intrails, as the barbed mace of the warchief caves the man's skull in repetitive maniacal strikes. The warchief tears the arm of the man from the torso, slamming it against the shields of his warriors again and again.

"MAWLER FIEND!!!! MAAAAAAAWLER FIEND!!!!! TASTE OUR SACRIFICE! HEAR OUR CALL!!!"

The artificially sharpened teeth of the Mawlerites grin, as they all turn more and more possessed by fury, as the warchief casts the ritualistic prayer-summoning.

The warchief's words shall be deafened for the rest of the ship by the blastdoor shutting, as the two Edikar warriors observing the ritual from afar shake their heads. "Savages..." one of the two Athysians mutters, as they continue their patrol. "I preffer them going, than us..." The other Edikar warrior said, as he nodded, looking over to the nearby Boarding Torpedo hatchdoor. His mind going adrift, for a moment's time, as he knew that the battle was soon to be joint on both sides... A feeling of unease conquers his body; None could tell, if the Ashlan ships shall answer the Athysian boarding attack or not...

As the capital ships approach the enemy deployment, it is ever clearer the depp crimson shroud engulfing the spiked tattooed hulls of the warships. A dark side phasma, emitting like a smoke from within their thick armors... As soon as they enter range, the Flak Guns and Mass Driver Cannons shall sing their infernal song, casting their own beams of smoke and explosive shells, as the Athysian Ignisirs sail inbetween the enemy formation, clearly attempting to trap them in a crossfire. Barrages aimed from all sides. Turbolaser Cannons, Beam Cannons, frontal and stern flak guns and Mass Driver Cannons alike blaze in an endless storm of war, as the battle grows ever tighter. A sudden invisible wave of energy blasts from all 3 Ignisir destroyers, as their jammers are pushed online, attempting a catholic blackout of communications... Such capital ships were always equipped with such machines, as they were meant to launch planetary large scale raids and blockades, usually basing their strategy on cutting off enemy communication... With all three of them now joint in a single location, one could only expect their jammers could blind even the planetside systems.

And so, the raging battle continues, as the boarding torpedoes of the Blood Spear fly like a meteor swarm over to the Pillar of Retribution, while the Ignisirs storm the escorting cruisers with their own. Hundreds of torpedoes fly, as they are covered by a blinding barrage of heavy fire from all operational batteries and barrels.

The arms of the Witch-Captain are tainted by the lightning sparking as it pierces through the torn console, manipulating the electronics around her as if the very bridge is operated by a dozen crew members. Her eyes rolled back, as she endures the excess energy she herself casts upon the ship. Her scarified face carrying ritualistic tattooes, while her bald head trembling by the energy flowing through her.

"More are coming....!" Her disturbed voice sounds... "More... are coming!"

On the other side of the confrontation, the four Destroyers that have had remained back turn, clearly having spotted the incoming fleet of Tristan Evore . They all enter defensive formation, by far not capable of holding back such a force, should it decided to enter the battle.

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Location: The mountainside near AA outpost

Engaging: Drako

Personal Loadout: lightsaber, Ashlan battle armor

Allies: Brimstone , Lonnie Kai , AC

Enemies: Chimera , Zinn Zinn Bink'sa , Darth Vinaze , WotS

Heinrich had managed to remain largely unnoticed as he had landed against the mountain, allowing him to begin the ascent toward the outpost. He had managed to avoid the attentions of the Sith as the forces led by Brimstone made their way through the breach. The Gen'dai and his soldiers were recent additions to the Crusade, and had been proving themselves to be quite formidable in a fight. Though they had their own experienced soldiers within their ranks, the Crusade was still a ragtag mixture of groups with varying levels of faith in the Ashla. Heinrich wasn't sure where on the spectrum these soldiers were, but wherever they fit in... he was glad they were on the same side.

He continued to climb as the battle raged both above and below, trying to reach the outpost above, until he heard the cries of an unknown creature. Heinrich looked in the distance, to see a Sith flying on the back of a winged beast. He watched as the stranger destroyed one of their transports in the distance with swift efficiency. It wasn't long after that the armored man began making his descent, past Heinrich and to the other transport that he had left behind. Heinrich only had one shot at saving the soldiers on that transport. The outpost would have to wait. Taking in one last deep breath, he once again called out, drawing the Light to him within. The freefall would be tricky. He would have to account for changes in his target's flight pattern, as well as the wind and any stray blaster bolts that may pass. Heinrich reached out, feeling the trajectory of the rider. Then, with another great push, he jumped...

He fell through the air, allowing the Force to propel him toward the mysterious rider. He finally landed on the back of the beast, right behind the mysterious armored opponent. Heinrich wasn't going to waste time attempting to fight him in the air. No... taking the beast down was the only way. He quickly sought for an opening in the armor, finally finding a spot where he could make contact with the beast. He placed his hand down, and unleashed a large arc of emerald lightning directly into the beast, hoping to take it out of the equation. The rider would need to be dispatched as well, but Heinrich needed them to be on equal footing. Only then could he turn his attention to this mysterious enemy.

 

[Chimera]

外傷
H I G H W A R L O R D
A N N I H I L A T I O N

The barrage of blaster fire was anticipated and thusly tanked, seeing the Sith Lord torque his torso about so the punching rounds splashed against his armor, bruising the twisted hide beneath it. The punching force of the blasts was enough to disturb his prowl and nearly cost his balance, though, despite it, he remained as intent as he had been prior. A rare, fleeting moment of emotion itched his brain, though it was entirely internal. A man willing to die for those beneath his command was always something to be admired, though, there was an obvious air of arrogance to this commander. He believed himself right. He believed what he was doing, was right.

That his men would not be slaughtered without his guidance.

That his faction's zealous intrusion upon this world was warranted.

Whatever remnants of a man there were left in the pyrokinetic were agitated by this and completely forsaken when the bothersome cry of will resounded from his foe. It was a self-soothing gesture, no doubt, one which would psyche Brimstone 's nerve to face the heat. As necessary as it might have been, it was also horrendously undignified. Flame swelled against Chimera's heels upon his step forward to catch the deflected end of his rope-dart around his shin, allowing the chain to wrap twice upon itself. Flaming orbs fixated their harsh gaze upon the soldier, casting his judgment, and a loud crack of flame splintered the hellish circle snaring them. Bolstered by The Force, the Sith Lord cast himself from his tension, twisting about in his aerial lunge to fling the bladed end of his weapon from around his leg and towards his foe with greater force.

In doing so, he closed the distance between them entirely.​

ALLIES | WotS | BotM | Darth Vinaze | Drako | Zinn Zinn Bink'sa
FOES | AC | THE LIGHT | ENAGING Brimstone | Lonnie Kai

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[Khamul Kryze]

Location: Outside of the fortress

Engaging: Renair Naki

Allies: Darth Bellum , Vora Kaar , Darth Maleva, Kascalion Giedfield , Maestus , The Grim Lady , Darth Solipsis , WotS

Enemies: Cedric Grayson , Kasia Celestyne, Darth Themis , Allyson Locke , Mikhail Grayson , AC

The roar of the jetpacks cut across the battlefield, acting as a herald for the Mandalorians. They shot bolts and slugthrower rounds down to the Crusaders below, attempting to soften them up as they reached the Sith trench line. Khamul personally took down several of the Ashlan soldiers before sensing something behind them. The hellhound turned mid-air to find a stranger attacking one of his men with a lightfoil. He quickly looked to the others, pointing to the battle below.

"Keep our enemies at bay. I have a Jedi to kill."

Khamul's soldiers began their descent into the fray just as this new opponent slammed into the ground below, landing in a nearby crater. The Mandalorian smiled, relishing in the idea of killing a Jedi. He hadn't had the pleasure in some time, and considered himself to be long overdue for another. He quickly rushed through the air toward the crater, landing just on the edge of it as he ignited his crimson blade. He looked down toward the man, holding the lightsaber at his side.

"I'm not sure how you penetrated our walls, Jedi, but it will be the last clever thing you do. You will be seeing your precious Ashla before the day is out."

Once the words left his mouth, Khamul ran toward the center of the crater, lightsaber at the ready. He could already feel his hatred boiling up. These so-called followers of Ashla were just another group of Jedi to him, even if they were more zealous than others he had faced before. No matter what master they served, they were of the light. They were weak, and the weak did not deserve to live. The only guarantee in life was death, and Khamul was a vessel of its decisive presence.

As he approached the man, Khamul shot a group of whistling birds at the man, hoping to soften his opponent before closing in for the final blow. Whether they reached their target or not, they would at least keep his opponent busy for a moment. Either way, it did not matter...

The stranger had to die.

 

[The Grim Lady]

B L A C K C R O W N
D R E A D M O T H E R
OPEN FOR ENGAGEMENT
Allies | Darth Bellum Kascalion Giedfield Maestus Vora Kaar Darth Maleva Darth Solipsis
Foes | Kasia Celestyne Cedric Grayson Pietro Demici

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The blade of insanity cut through the discordant air, felt even here in the depths of the world, detached from the chaos swelling in overture above. And beyond it all, the pallid woman felt the intensity of a Presence she had only experienced amidst her entranced visions, those flickering glimpses into prophecy she was granted by proxy of the monstrous being contained by her consecrated flesh. It was a murmur, a mere whisper in its onset, words of power uttered by a tongue as black as hers, with fingers pressed around the throats of a far broader reach. Sunken eyelids fluttered apart in the pitch air, gazing into nothingness, existing as mere voids where even the scarce light could not find purchase to reflect. Lofted above her head with steeply angled wrists, clawed fingers came together at their pads, focusing her projections.

"Dark Voice, will you weave this web with me?" Her voice reached out towards him as many, her own natural sound rasped and cold, stripped bare of its emotion by the life she did not possess and nearly drowned out entirely by the bellowing thunder of The Shackler.

The High Priestess offered him merely this one question, leaving it ambiguous and open, knowing full well if anyone would sense what it was she sought to do, it would be him.

Above the battlefield, blackened clouds gathered unnaturally, summoned forth by the machinations of the fiendish corpse who had remained undisturbed in her chamber. Tattooed fingers splayed from her hands, proceeding a forward pitch in her rhythmic rock, overtaking her as once again, she fixed herself into a frenzy of chanting.

Thunder tolled its foreboding drum across the atmosphere.​

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[Darth Solipsis]

THE DARK LORD OF THE SITH | VOICE OF THE MAW

xxxNinnxxx
OBJECTIVE ONE: LINE IN THE SAND


The Grim Lady
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The voices converged upon him in unholy matrimony, a dark symphony of tongues whispered in his ear. There was no emotion, no ‘feeling’ amongst the chorus of voices chattering in synchronized query, only a distant cold that stretched on in expanse. The call of the damned.

His lips stretched and curled into a wicked grin, he could feel the fight against his dark influence as he tethered his thoughts like a miasma over the battlefield, washing away at the enemy’s resolve and will to fight. The silent screams of dread gripped over many, but the Champion of the Light-Sworn would have no more of his games. His god-son barked into the expanse, it was received at it’s source with opened eyes and dark grimace.

“Yes.”

His eyes opened revealing a fire like no other, boiling emotion brimming beneath the surface in a bright glow upon his sulfuric eyes. His influence over the battle waned as he disconnected himself from the empyrean wind and stepped forth, walking stick in hand. The Dark Lord walked off toward the hangar entrance, the wreckage of a fearsome battle between man and monster, Devil and Dark Voice. The scars of the fight between Kascalion Giedfield and the Elder were evident in everything around the Dark Voice, it had been some time since the take over of Ninn and yet the evidence of their conflict remained ever still. Twisted metal and broken block, countless remains of fierce battle between the two.

The Elder hobbled on, stopping short of the hangar opening. Here he peered into the sky with wicked intent and dread resolve. A decrepit hand and rigor mortis like claw rose up to seize the void, invisible tethers stretched forth at his whim as his fingers dangled about in dark purpose.

“Haa, neyo la yud masur kee, tah uhnah kahru lur shu. Kraata lamek jidai qorit!”

 

[Maestus]

Maestus rose from her kneeling position as Kasia Celestyne began her charge. She shifted her balance and held out one hand, calling one of her sabers to it.

Noting the glow to Kasia's weapon now, Maestus realized getting cut by it would be exceedingly painful. and thus, should be avoided. As Kasia struck, Maestus sidestepped and ignited her saber. Angry crimson plasma shot forth, barely managing to deflect the incoming blow.

Using her momentum, she spun to one side. This brought her face to face with Kasia. Maestus surmised the Ashlan Paladin was a formidable foe, and bore leaving her no openings, nor turning her back. She held her crimson saber at the ready, but thus far, made no move to attack. Instead her head tilted to one side, and she spoke.

You rush in foolhardy, Paladin of Ashla. You leave yourself open to counterattack. I could have split you from stem to stern. I sense something in you. Something that propels you to attack rashly. What troubles you, Ashlan? Anger over the past? Or dismay over the future?

Maestus shifted her weight once more, widening her stance. She plucked her other saber from her belt, igniting it the instant flesh touch durasteel. On this one, a purple stalk of plasma shot to life. Flipping the saber in her hand, she held this one upside down, tip pointed behind her but ready to be swung upwards. Combined with the crimson saber ready to strike downwards, the Sith Lord waited for the Paladin to make her next move. ​

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[Brimstone]

Location: inside AA base perimeter

Allies: Heinrich Faust Lonnie Kai
Enemies: Chimera Drako Darth Vinaze

Complement (at end of post)
Hades commandos 7/8
Sons of Ession 16/25

The chained weapon, propelled by the force was granted more penetration than the metal could have been given credit for alone and it gouged into the thick armour of Brimstone's upper arm, lodging itself there at least briefly.

Brim's arm recoiled from the impact, recovering only to see the figure of Chimera standing right before him, having covered the distance at an astonishing speed, hot air blasted Brimstone like the wake of a ship as he approached. Brimstone swung his energy axe round to try and catch the sith, whilst yanking on the chain.

The attached chain gave Brimstone a chance to try and grab the sith which he took, intending to lift him up to head height and throw him to the floor

Inside the wall, the hades and sons of ession continued to press their attack, moving from cover to cover aiming for their objective.

There was a horrifying howl that chilled the men to their bones as a huge canine creature, nearly as big as a horse charged the men, it eviscerated two of the sons of ession with its razor like claws as they tried to gun it down on its charge.

One of the smaller group of Hades commandos found himself next on its target list. The beast swiped at him, tearing plates off the side of his armour, its primal intelligence almost knowing where to strike. The commando rolled and tried to sweep with his vibrosword but missed widely. The dog lunged again, this time sinking its teeth deeply into the flesh of the commando's side, causing blood to spurt out. With his last breaths the commando plunged his vibrosword toward the beasts neck.

The larger group, unaware that one of their own had fallen, finally had their sights on the entryway of the shield generator room, this was a secondary objective, but taking down the shields would allow the fleet to destroy the anti air emplacements from orbit.