Dominion A Taste of Things To Come | NIO Dominion of Borosk

[Marlon Sularen]

Location | Borosk
Objective | BLUFOR
Wearing | New Imperial Military Uniform [Color : White]
Forces | New Imperial Marine Commandos (Task Force 88) [ 48/60 ]

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Spoiler: Equipment

Tenebrae Commando Armor Mk II | KXR DSP-61x | KXR SBR-60x | IL-99B | | Ion Grenades | Stun Grenades | Smoke Grenade

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Spoiler: Tags

FN-999

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Upon arriving at Wall One , Marlon and his men quickly fired their grappling hooks catching the Three Defending Troopers by surprise , the Troopers responded by opening fire on the advancing Marine Commandos only managing to hit 2 out of the 15 troops climbing. Once having climbed half-way to the top , Captain Marlon looked at his troopers. "Okay boys throw those Stun Grenades as high as you can and shoot them once they head near those defending troops." ordered the Captain. Soon a trio of Stun Grenades were thrown at the troops and the Marine Commandos opened fire on them successfully hitting one of them right in the face of a defending trooper triggering the other two and knocking all three troops unconscious

As they arrived near the top , Reinforcements arrived and opened fire on Marlon's Troops taking down another 3 Commandos. "Throw the Ion and Stun Grenades" the Captain shouted as an additional Commando was hit and soon a volley of Ion Grenades were thrown at the defending troops with some of the Marine Commandos opening fire on them intending to hit one and trigger the other ones potentially knocking out the weapons of their enemies. Then the Commandos took their Stun Grenades and threw them again opening fire on them in order to trigger them and potentially knocking out the defenders of the Fortress in which would allow Marlon Sularen and his men to climb the Wall and Attack the enemy.

Once they reached the top , a series of Smoke Grenades were thrown at the enemy , quickly enveloping the ramparts of Wall One in Smoke with Marlon and his Remaining 9 Marine Commandos taking out their pistols and using their Visor Mounts to detect any Troops nearby preparing to engage the enemy as Marlon and 2 Marine Commandos prepared to leave for Wall 2 under cover of the rest of the Marine Commandos. Meanwhile outside , the Marine Commandos continued their attack losing some men but still holding off against the enemy.

 

[Vaulkhar]

// EXECUTOR //
// OBJECTIVE // DEFEND // DOMINATE // REDFOR
// FOCUS // Imperial Warlord Zovesa // Galahad Degore // Tarrik Kestis
// THEME // S H E N A N I G A N S

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Vaulkhar peered over the battlefield from behind his grinning mask, observing the movement of Vexen's forces. It never ceased to amaze the former Sith what general's like Kor Vexen or Irveric Tavlar were capable of accomplishing. Each soldier moved with precision denoting excellent training or a long and illustrious military career. Given both of the general's histories, Vaulkhar wagered there was likely a bit of both in play. Unlike his two contemporaries, the fallen Jedi lacked such training or experience. During his time serving the Sith-Imperial regime, he found himself working as the Emperor's Wrath, not as a commander of men. If the Dark Lord needed a problem dealt with, his bastard son found himself on the case not too long after the issue revealed itself. ​

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From his perch atop a towering building, the Executor couldn't help but reveal himself as if he were a shaded beacon. Any competent enough in the force to recognize its omnipresence could feel the wound bearing down upon them all. His inability to mask his presence has proven more often than not to be the worst side effect of his unnatural existence. Fortunately, the trade-off provided by such strange effects made up for it. Those weaker in the force often found themselves feeding his power, without Vaulkhar even having to focus on such things. He consumed what they gave off, enhancing himself beyond what would usually be possible, before utilizing their powers against them.​

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At the approach of his latest apprentice, the former Sith Lord turned to face the First Brother. Vaulkhar could not speak of potential or anything of the sort, as it didn't matter. Anyone could accomplish great feats in the force without enough time and effort put into it. The young Tarrik Kestis was no different. With time, Vaulkhar would make a capable warrior out of the boy. Until then, the Executor's burning gaze would prove inescapable. ​

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"First Brother, join me," Vaulkhar began, turning back to the battlefield as he clasped his hands together behind his back. "This exercise is to prepare our growing power to one day face the Sith-Imperial regime. As such, I do not want you to hold back. The force is your greatest weapon. Use it to unleash your power upon them. If they are ill-prepared for the coming battles, the New Imperial Order will perish before it can truly carve out its place within the galaxy. And in doing so, we will fail to free the common man from the disgusting grasp of the Sith Brotherhood and their ravenous hunger for more."​

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Vaulkhar turned his head to the side, peering down at the smaller man.​

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"Zovesa will not miss this opportunity to face me. Whether she'd choose to admit it or not, she yearns to claim the title of Executor. Seeing a creature such as myself as the Imperator's right hand is a slight to everything she believes in. We will take advantage of this and remove the force corps from the board, providing Lord Vexen and his forces the upper hand. Without Zovesa to directly command her troops, the Force Corps are practically crippled."​

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After a brief pause, the Executor held out a small container to the young Inquisitor.​

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"They want us to play the part of Sith, my young apprentice. Therefore, we will not disappoint. When you engage her student, open the container. You will likely enjoy what I have prepared for you."​

 

[Josiah Navollius]

Moff of Adumar
Tall with Honour. Proud service.
A NIO big wig.

 

[Jekadius Lawson]

Jekadius Lawson found himself in the most curious position as the battle between REDFOR and BLUFOR, not participating. Despite being less experienced than some in the fight below the observation box he found himself in, Law had been told to watch, his master claiming that combat experience would come but if he was to be any use in the war looming on the doorstep Law must understand his role in a fight.

"Watch the force users, you have a brother from the Force Corps down there and cousins from the Inquisition, see who they engage and when. Contemplate on the victors and why they were able to impose their dominion upon their challengers" Imperial Knight Vatn Yenth told him before leaving Law to his thoughts.

His first decision was that he did not like battle. It was not the combat, not the simulated deaths which in war meant shattered families, it was the deceit. From his vantage point Law watched as soldiers moved around, attempted ambushes and feints and what was worse was it seemed that out thinking each other and snaking the correct way was the path to victory. So taking his focus to his assignment Law focused in on the Inquisitors and Knights. Even in his brief time under the NIO he could identify Executor Vaulkhar from sight let alone from the waves of darkside energy terrifying even from this distance. Law had met few with true power during his years of isolation so he could not tell if it was fear or awe overwhelming that made him search for another to watch. Next he found the Imperial Knight, having engaged a group their silver saber deflected attacks with ease that would put Law's forms to shame. Watching the man? woman? fight he almost felt if he was violating some true intimacy, this person projected the aura of someone in their home all while fighting outnumbered. Still there had yet to be a large engagement of force users from what he could see, why? Were they not the strongest asset on the battlefield, why not send them to overwhelm the defenders or shatter the attack? Surely there were others he had missed or yet to come out into the skirmishes. He had to know why, what were the rules of war?

Perhaps his master had been wise placing Law where he was.

 

[Imperial Warlord Zovesa]

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//Bluefor//
//Planet:// Borosk
//Objective:// 1b Bluefor, Assault on Redfor’s Position
//Location:// Redfor Defensive Bunker Installation Entrance
//Allies Nearby:// Asmus Omaand , Galahad Degore , Jekadius Lawson
//Bluefor Allies:// Irveric Tavlar , Lucien Dooku , Marlon Sularen , Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt
//RP Partners/Target:// Vaulkhar , Tarrik Kestis

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MUSIC:

Spoiler

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Rushing forward High Knight Marhsal Zovesa, accompanied by a clusters of Imperial Force Corps Auxilia, pressed up to a large semi-buried jagged piece of metal. The jutting structure was a repulsortank trap once used to stop the advance of repulsorlift attackcraft. Leaning up against the structure Zovesa looked to her platoon and pointed her index finger and middle finger together at two Auxilia Troopers holding squad shield personal energy shield generators. She then brought the rest of her fingers to form an open palm and motioned over her shoulder to two separate points that looked ahead into a blast door bunker entrance. Her open palm returned to her front and then closed in a fist, to punctuated her commands. The two Auxilia Troopers nodded and as Zovesa eyed the rest of the platoons, they nodded along. Zovesa smiled and placed her helmet on.

“Execute!” She barked.

The two Auxilia Troopers rushed forward in a full sprint. As they reached the halfway point, Zovesa motioned with wide arc waves of her hands for the platoon advance. As a group they charged out of the cover of the old tank trap and provided cover fire for the onrushing Auxilia. Leading the charge, Zovesa used her blaster rifle, set to stun, to provide suppressive fire on points in the bunker entrance’s upper strata that could snipe her men. When the Auxilia reached their designated points, that lunged down and stabbed the squad shield into the earth. Cranking a top and pressing a button they activated the shields, causing them to glow bright blue and from their tops spit out a energy pillar that then ballooned into a protective semi-dome bubble.

“Move! Move!” shouted Zovesa.

She and the rest of the platoons ran into the bubble. The last to enter was a group of troopers carrying the components of an E-Web heavy repeating blaster. Inside the protective shielding, the quickly assembled the guns on their mounts and called to Zovesa when finished. Crouching beside them she patted the assemblers in her bubble on the back and scurried forward. “E-webs take over in laying down cover fire. Next up is that door!” she said. “Charges at the ready, we move in on a pincer and take each sliding slab out with a explosive entry.”

“Let’s go!” Zovesa said.

The energy shield was temporarily cut by the shield generator operators. As the bubble receded, the E-webs unloaded a hail of blaster fire. Their arcs covering each of theirs line of sight, creating a crossed kill zone, while independent Auxilia took out specific called out targets to keep the E-web gunners from being sniped. As this was all unfolding, Zovesa and a separate team moved out in the flanks and rushed towards the blaster doors. Reaching them they dove down and pushed their backs against them. Jerking her thumb backwards at the door, she signaled the demolitions troopers to move.

They ran around the rows of other troopers pressed up against the walls. Reaching the blast doors, the demolitions troopers set up a cluster explosive charges on each. Setting the detonation receptors to active, they returned to their positions. Zovesa drew her thumb across her neck, using the killing move to give the command to detonate. The charges erupted into blooming concussive fire balls that punched the blast doors inwards like bent petals of a flower. Jumping in through the smoke and flames, Zovesa leapt in and waited for her teams to follow.

Inside Zovesa spoke into the communicator embedded in her vambrance, “This is Azure Hammer to Gallant Three ( Galahad Degore ),” she said. “I am in position, rendezvous at Point Sigma.”

Now the hard part would begin. Somewhere in the bunker’s bowels was Vaulkhar . By suggestion of the Sovereign Imperator, she and the former Sith Lord had been paired for combat. The thought of facing the mysterious Executor made her squirm. His very presence made her skin crawl and the Force within her rip and tear. Zovesa had long ago sealed the darkness she had once been coerced into unleashing by her Sith Masters. She was wary of it being drawn out, like some dark corrupt magnetism. But, she knew she would face more Sith come the wars. She had to learn, she had to test herself.

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[Ravraa Vyshraal]

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Location: Random Urban Building #12563462
Task: Objective 1A - REDFOR

Autokrators were funny things, when you pulled the trigger, they did much more than kick. They slammed into your shoulder as if you were the reason for all of the hate and disdain in the universe, the rounds they cycled were filled with enough punch to make even armored divisions question their role when it came to small arms fire, but for the solider that had to use these weapons, especially one's untrained with them, they were more of an annoyance than a help. Every round that rocked from the blaster, every bolt that Ravraa sent screaming into the landscape below him, pinning down odd squads here or there, would thunder through his shoulder rough enough to cause his back to sore up. He found himself shifting nearly constantly after each shot, after every trigger pull, eventually he had simply gave up trying to sight the weapon down as he went to aim. It didn't matter much, it wasn't as if he had the helmet that came with the suit on. For all of the "adaptability" that the Legionnaire armor offered, he still found the helmet to be physically incompatible with his physiology. The few in his squad that did have their helmets on with the set kept complaining of headaches, and some sore that the HUD just felt as if it wasn't properly linked up to the weapons sensors.

There was something vulgar about using Sith weapons, wearing Sith armor. To be using Sith weapons, much less the fact he was firing them at his comrades and brothers in arms. Comrades? Was that the term he wanted to use? He had no abstract sense of nationalism for the Order, no sense of needing to be here besides his drive to see the eclipse of the Dark. Comrade? Maybe it was a mental slip, maybe just the better parts of his extroversion getting to him, he scoffed as he attempted to adjust his grip on the blaster rifle. His finger having problems finding comfort against the foreign trigger, much less to talk of the guard that felt as if it was just too close to the mechanism. He disliked the tools more than he had come to dislike the New Imperial set. At least he had the training for the prison he used to wear, now it was as if he had been sent to the oubliette. Sighing to himself, he clumsily let the trigger slam home once more, watching the stun bolt go flying past durasteel and concrete before slamming into a random doorway one of the BLUEFOR soldiers were using for cover. He stood, his blaster lowering as he leaned forward slightly, tipping to a single foot for a moment as he felt the air breeze across his face. He smiled before taking a step back, turning to the nearly featureless room behind him. Filled with random sections of office tools and furniture that would have made sense if they were positioned properly, but it seems as if whoever was in charge of making this set of buildings seem real phoned it in. He brought his wrist up to his mouth, tapping on comms.

"Bramble, this is Dorn-2 Squad, anyone down that main road past the comms array, you're going to be seeing some regular infantry heading your way. Nothing special. Keep me posted."

There were three other troopers in the room, two of them geared in the traditional Sith-Imperial Infantry armor, the other in their much more flashy and specialized SAS Universal Reconnaissance Armor. The Recontrooper gave a nod to Ravraa without a second thought, taking steps over to the window, using his STA Gewehr Sniper as more of a cane as he went to set up. Nearly melting into the stonework sill as he sighted down the rifle. The call of the rifle following soon later, sounding similar to that of the scream of a wight in the night, scratching at the air as it stormed downwards.

"<Five, make that five, Rav!>"

"Shut it." Ravraa would laugh out, waving his hand at the sniper as he squatted over near the other two troopers. They were in a fierce match of pazaak, slapping cards onto the floor in front of them. Going back and forth, swearing under their breaths with the play of each of the other's cards. Smoke was rising gently into the air from the lit cigarette hanging from the mouth of one of the troopers. Simply holding out an open hand, the man deftly reached into the ammo pack on his belt while looking over his cards, removed a cigarette, and placed it into Ravraa's hand.

"Light ran out, so have fun with that, sor- Hey! Turn up the music, Joskyre." He said to his opponent, who reached over to a subspace receiver, turning a large knob on the front face.

Ravraa nodded, turning on his heel. Watching the sniper crack round after round into the ground below. He smiled to himself, looking down at the smoke as he slowly began to creep up to the rifleman.

"Keep shooting Jeresan, just keep shooting, trust me!" Ravraa would say, slowly making his way directly next to the sniper. The man was unmoving, save slight adjustments as he shifted his rifle here or there, occasionally reaching up and fiddling with the scope. Jeresan, however, did shake his head slightly. Completely knowing what the Togruta was planning. Ravraa propped himself on the window next to the sniper, leaning against the stonework, feeling it scrape against his armor. He counted out beats, patting them out with his free hand on the lip of the sill. One, two, three, shot. One, two, three, shot. One, two, he pushed his hand forward. Leaning out of the window, he flipped his wrist over and held the tip of the smoke just in front of the rifle, which a second later fired off. The recontrooper went fumbling, grappling with his weapon as he fell backwards from the window. Ravraa doing nothing but offering a heavy laugh in response.

Half of the cigarette had been blown off, but what remained had smoldered and sparked enough to burn. He brought it to his lips and took a slow drag, coughing midway through releasing. Worth it.

 

[FN-999]

LOCATION: BOROSK WAR GAME, STRATEGIC POINT "LEFT"
ENGAGING: BLUFOR FORCES UNDER Marlon Sularen , OTHER OPPOSITION ATTACKING POINT "LEFT"
ALLIES: REDFOR
ORIGINAL COMPLIMENT: 1/2 STORMTROOPER COMPANY (100 troopers)
EQUIPMENT: 100x Sith Legionnaire Armor suits, 95x SFR-58 rifles, 5x REC-RCG chainguns, 1x KXV vibroblade, ~100 assorted smoke, EMP, & stun grenades
OBJECTIVE: REDFOR / 1A
CURRENT TASK FORCE STATUS: MODERATE STRENGTH (78/101)

A smoke grenade was tossed onto the wall, and then everything became shrouded in mist.
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"Engage thermal sensors and fire on the enemy!" yelled FN-999 urgently. "Don't use grenades, we're too closely packed together!"

Ion grenades soon followed the smoke grenade, knocking out his thermal sensor. "Wall One has been scaled! Fall back to Two and Six!" stated FN-999, bolting across the ramparts to the best of his ability. He attempted to open his comms array, only to find it fried. "Kark." muttered FN-999 angrily. "We're going to need Wall Four in touch with us to pull this off."

"You!" shouted FN-999, pointing to a trooper half a meter in front of him. "Tell half of the troops at Four to disengage and enter pincer formation!"
"Yes, sir." replied the trooper rapidly, disappearing into the smoke further down Wall One with haste.

FN-999 had done extensive planning in the half hour he had been given before the arrival of BLUFOR's troops. He had anticipated that a BLUFOR force might have breached one of the walls of the Point Left fortification, and planned accordingly. Following the destruction or enemy ascent of a wall, it was planned that all remaining troopers would abandon the besieged wall and move to the ramparts of the remaining walls. Once there, they would have cover to fire upon the enemy formation, who after clearing the wall would be unprotected in the courtyard leading to the Sith-Imperial flagpole. Without any cover and fired upon from multiple angles by fortified defenders, it was expected that a large BLUFOR task force could easily be torn apart. This was the pincer formation FN-999 had told the trooper to relay to Wall Four.

Miraculously, FN-999 hadn't slipped once on his way to the end of Wall One. He narrowly dodged multiple stun bolts, and shot a few of his own from where he saw the stun bolts of the enemy originate. As he turned around to fire another bolt, the smoke cleared. He was now on Wall Two. His brief reprieve was disturbed by one of the four Wall Two garrison troopers shouting out in alarm.

"Three enemies with grappling hooks approaching, one of them resembling an officer." reported the trooper rapidly, before he took cover under the nearby rampart wall.

"Perhaps we'll finally get to eliminate the head of this task force." replied FN-999, excitement beginning to swell up in his chest.

"You four fire on the two troopers." ordered FN, gesturing to the four troopers stationed on Wall Two. "I'll deal with the officer personally."

Shortly after his statement, he turned to the right, checking on the progress of the messenger trooper. The trooper was unscathed, about halfway down Wall Three and soon to relay the order to Wall Four. Assured that his plans would continue to flow as expected, FN-999 returned his focus to the enemies approaching. He raised his blaster, locking his sight on the officer running towards the wall, about ten meters away. Then, he fired off two stun bolts.

 

[Tarrik Kestis]

Focus: Vaulkhar Imperial Warlord Zovesa Galahad Degore
Objective: Defend, Duel Galahad

So it was time for a lesson? With the New Imperial's growing expansion, and it's looming war against the Sith on the horizon it was time for the might of the New Order to be tested. For them, all this entire battlefield was a test for them all. For the Inquisitor, he was prepared to take on the Sith, lose limbs, his body, even his humanity. He was impatient to meet his former captors on the field of battle. Standing beside the never-ending dread of the Executor. He knew that both in mind and body that the New Order would prove to be worthy of accomplishing the goal of freeing the common man.

The armor-clad inquisitor had nodded to his Master's summons, staying silent as he explained why they were here. Why all of this was made, even as they stood high atop a tower, watching as they represented the Sith. He didn't say anything as the Executor spoke, he did not wish to interrupt only letting him explain the purpose of it all. This was all a test of strength and will. If this failed, if they did not prove themselves then they were ultimately unworthy. Unworthy of the newfound freedom they as Imperials.

When Vaulkhar had explained to the young dark sider of the Force Corps. He found that they were was awkward tension between them and the Imperial Inquisitors. They were bound by the loyalty they had to the cause. Even if they had a reluctant agreement, for the Inquisitors followed more of a dark path. The Force Corps only sounded as if similar to the Jedi, but holding a more Imperial and Militant view. Thus viewing the Inquisitors with a sort of uneasy disdain for it's similarities to the Sith.

Tarrik held out his hands to receive the gift from the pair of cold dead hands. A chill running up his spine as he slowly grasped the black box. Looking down at the forces of the Force Corps, and looking back at the gift of his Master. The box opened removing the saber worthy of an Inquisitor. Pulling the hilt out, looking at with a smirk, igniting one of the blades, the crimson blade ignited. "I will not fail you, Master... If they wish to learn how to fight a Sith. I will show them a proper lesson." He said with a wider smirk through the confines of the apparatus attached to his flesh.

Moving forth towards the edge, he dropped from the tower the excitement of battle coursing through his veins. The Force Corps will expect an honorable and fair fight. Even otherwise Tarrik would prove to act like any dark sider. Unpredictable. He went into freefall at first, his saber in hand before igniting it once more, this time the crescent shape changed into a disk wrapping around the hilt. Soon enough the free fall ended and the blades spun into a circular motion. He was now hovering above the ground moving across the battlefield, moving pass the forces of the Force Corps, for First Brother he did not wish to interrupt his Master's fight, for he had one of his own.

Moving past the troops until he spotted the apprentice. Turning off the hover mode, dropping into a low crouch right behind his quarry. The saber moving back to a singular blade. He instantly moved, attempted to strike him in the back in a surprise attack, adopting a simple Makashi stance, moving elegantly attempting to strike him quickly to test his reaction. "So this is an Imperial Knight? How interesting."

 

[Gat Tambor]

// BIG TURBO //
// OBJECTIVE // Revel in raw power
// FOCUS // Shute Gunray
// THEME // K I N G K U N T A

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"Hmmm- oh nothing, my friend. The industry of war is a...curious business." Tambor says, glancing the way of the indomitable mass that was THE Shute Gunray before he looked down his macro-binoculars once more toward the battlefield.

"As much as I would care to be impartial to a cooperative military exersize, I'd be lying if I didn't favor BLUFOR in victory here- if only for my own pride." Tambor admitted, they used his products after all.

"Hmmm? A precarious proposition...perhaps we should see for ourselves if the methane has any effect on the fine cuisine and save the research costs." Tambor says before he dials up a command on the arm of his seat and soon enough methane gas begins to flood the room as the atmosphere began to shift to something akin to Tambor's native Skako. Tossing a face face respirator into the rotund gut of Shute Gunray, Tambor takes up one of the Chairman Deluxe Huttaburgers and slowly begins to unwrap it from its paper packaging. As soon as Shute has his respirator over his face and the methan atmosphere flooded the room, Tambor slowly detached his own respirator as he let his suit depressurize.

Burying his teeth into the delicious, potentially genetic altering meat he offered up a low hum of approval.

"I'd argue the methane improves the taste, my friend." Tambor said, not as if he knew the difference.

 

[Asmus Omaand]

The pair fell into a rhythm that only two squarely matched person's could be. If it hadn't been for the fact that Blufor and Redfor were competing, Asmus might have been pleased to be violently sparring with this fellow C.Q.C expert. As it was, his anger was rising, and he was quickly forgetting that this was indeed a simple exercise of two parts of the New Imperial Order making a show for the upper echelons and potential investors.

Taim met him evenly as the battle went on around them, and the strikes the pair landed were practiced until the other man switched to another style. Which made Asmus suck a hissing breath of annoyance in before switching his own style to defensive. As Taim would strike, Asmus would attempt the catch and throw to find it rebuked. It didn't help that he could only grab with all his fingers or none, loosing his grip because he couldn't hook his fingers into any free parts of their clothes.

Mazrim Caide/Taim

 

[Mazrim Caide/Taim]

Taim growls under his helmet as Asmus Omaand continues to defend himself and counter despite Taim’s changing the rhythm. Fine, he preferred a brawl anyway. Diving back into close quarters, he let’s Asmus initiate a grapple, throwing elbows, headbutts, and knees from point blank, he wrestles for control. Meanwhile, the battle is winding down around them, the few remaining soldiers starting to form a circle as they watch their captains fight for supremacy, cheering on their fighter like gamblers in a shock boxing den. Taim takes little notice of them, all his efforts directed solely towards defeating the skilled opponent in front of him. His heart is racing, adrenaline is coursing through his veins, and under his visor is a feral expression of pure predatory violence. With a feral roar after the grapple ends in yet another stalemate with both men taking damage, he breaks free and resumes his fighting stance, rushing in once more with a heavy and destructive silence as the crowd cheers and jeers around them.

 

[Josiah Navollius]

Josiah looked at the two teams in the simulation. The holo-screen brightly lit. " Inform our, partners, across the galaxy that I will be laying down five hundred credits as a start. Bring me my data pad as well." From Adaumar he had every intention on profiting from this interaction with his own government and empire.

Two times it will fall
Empires rise and soldiers cry
The NIO now reigns

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

// IMPERATOR // 1st "Punished" Legion
// OBJECTIVE // BLUFOR
// FOCUS // Darth Bellum
// THEME // Overture

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<"We're not selling it..."> Tavlar said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked over the holomap before he patched through his direct subordinate in Konrad Bolter who was at the command of the real spearhead at the New Imperial Order's left flank. Just as AT-TDs and XT-60b Cataphracts were setting out to take up the initial position they hid up behind buildings flanking the main path way. With their motion sensors coming to life as they saw movement from the Evocati on the approach.

<"Keep low, keep low..."> Treicolt uttered through the comms to the rest of his company before he heard the comms system light up with the patch from the Imperator. With each of BLUFOR 's vehicles posessing some form of nightshadow coating over their hull, their presence on sensor systems would be difficult to appraise on the opposing scanners as they kept visual concealment behind buildings and rubble, the actual 'spearhead' almost entirely composing of lower profile armored vehicles.

<"Nomad Actual - copy."> He said in clear confidence to the Sovereign Imperator as he answered the comms.

<"Consolidate for the drive, we're speeding this along."> Tavlar patched through to the Tank commander. Another patch through to the Legion commander at the head the of the faux maneuver and not long after the 'Pernach' had begun to fire smoke grenades to envelop its position from visual scanners. Once it rose up to shroud the vehicle in dim grey it began to dump its compliment of onboard Stormtroopers, Evocati and SD-60x battledroids.
Once the company's worth of infantry had set foot on solid ground, the heaviest battle droids began to lead the advance as the Pernach revved back up to a higher speed.

SD-60x's fired on the fortified positions with their arm mounted faux heavy repeating blasters and dummy missile pods in hopes of the commotion drawing more of Vexen's resources as Cataphracts set further back set down into a siege position, firing faux turbolaser bolts from their M6 cannons in the hopes of drawing the alarm of the Anzati. Appraising the reaction of the former Dark Councilor, Tavlar waited to see if he would take the bait - making a loud and boisterous drive of the faux offensive.

 

[Galahad Degore]

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| Planet: Borosk |
| Objective: 1B |
| Location: En Route Towards Redfor Defensive Bunker Installation Entrance |
| Allies Nearby: Imperial Warlord Zovesa , Asmus Omaand , Jekadius Lawson |
| Blufor Allies: Irveric Tavlar , Lucien Dooku , Marlon Sularen , Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt |
| Current Target: Tarrik Kestis |

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Fires raged among debris - dancing atop destruction as if celebrating the undoing of war. Though a faux narrative, Galahad couldn't help but be reminded of his past, witnessing nothing but death being brought up his family and lands. They who walked alongside darkness, the very pitch black scorn ripping life asunder and making way to insert itself as a dominant presence. For years, Sergeant Degore had dreamed of a moment where he could finally face it and strike true at its decrepit heart - for years, he longed to strangle it between each hand, curling his fingers inwards until it choked and pleaded for mercy.

There would be none. His determination was steadfast, and the desire for revenge aged like a fine wine, awaiting an occasion to be exposed and shared among the masses whom thirsted for their own serving of obliteration. While in training, Galahad was made to understand that there is no place for fueling his connection to the Force with petty thoughts of anger or contempt where it was not warranted; however, in this moment, breathing in the smoke and dust surrounding him, he could not help but understand his purpose - his true nature in all this. This time there would be no running, no second thoughts.

"This is Azure Hammer to Gallant Three, I am in position, rendezvous at Point Sigma" Sergeant Degore's comm-link came alive with the voice of none other than the High Marshal. Her words brought him back into reality, like a switch that made him recall his existence as an Imperial Knight first and foremost. Just as he was about to respond, Galahad felt something stirring nearby. It was like a chill in the air that squirmed its way beneath his armor and bodyglove, a parasitic phantom eager to bring him dread and fear. Reacting to the foul aura, he turned in place only to be met with the spectacle of what was undeniably a Sith chancing upon surprise. Raising his silver blade, Galahad absorbed the initial blow, backpedaling a few steps before speaking briefly into his open line with the High Marshal. "Affirmative, Azure Hammer."

With a twirl of his hilt, the Imperial Knight stared daggers into the visage of the darkly clad opponent. "Inquisition, I take it? Come then, allow me to acquaint you with the discipline of the Force Corps." Adopting Djemso as his stance, the Sergeant eyed his target with stoic resolve.

 

[Darth Bellum]

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K o r _ V e x e n

| Location | REDFOR - Hold the Line​

| Focus | Irveric Tavlar ​

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The Anzati glanced at the holotable as BLUFOR's advance began to swing into motion. Tavlar was likely wary of where he had placed his troops and assets, and hopefully would be expecting an ambush. If the Sith had adopted any of his strategies from past battles, the New Imperial order would have to be ready for anything and be prepared for ruthless retaliation. Vexen turned to a peculiar looking droid before speaking, " Mobilize the aerial division and reinforce our troops at the designated points. " The droid would let out a warbled ' Understood ' as it lumbered out of the command post. It would exit out into the open as it signalled the other Lancet Droids, the aerial droids emerging out into the open, converting themselves into their dedicated aerial mode before taking off and flying off towards the flanks. A dozen squadrons, consisting of a dozen Lancet droids each would take to the skies, a quarter of them peeling off towards the flank the turbo tank was coming from while the rest flew off towards the opposite end.​

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Vexen's gaze returned to the holotable as the Pernarch had vanished from view, utilizing smoke to obscure its position and what it was doing. It did not concern Vexen much as he lifted a finger and ran a line along the edge of the smoke screen that would mask the turbotank's approach, a line of red orbs highlighted on the map turning green as his finger passed. A remote signal was sent to the correlating position on the battlefield as the rumbling seemed to intensify, buried explosives laid by Rumblers having been activated and detonated, disintegrating dirt and rubble deep beneath the surface to create a sinkhole just large enough to completely halt the turbotank's ability to advance any further if it drove itself into the deep ditch that had been created, forcing the infantry to trickle around. ​

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Vexen would shift his finger to another point from the right flank, behind the smokescreen as a large building's foundation detonated, a controlled explosion sending the structure tumbling down to block off a retreat. The structures between the sinkhole created to stop the turbo tank and the collapsed building were filled with just a few platoons worth of soldiers scattered amongst numerous floors, laying in wait for the smoke to clear so that they could rain crossfire on the droids and soldiers trapped in the middle of the street.​

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An alarm would blare as the opposite flank was being pushed, as well as warning of incoming missiles. Hidden EW-ALE emplacements would begin to lay down suppressing fields of fire to stall out the advance of troops as his own droid forces began to emerge from their fortified positions to push back against the advance. Vexen would speak as he ordered his response, " Deploy missile countermeasures... Maintain positions. " A series of Sidewinder missiles would be fired to intercept the incoming missile threats as they sent out waves of ionic energy to fry the ordinance before landing amidst the advancing droid troops, additional waves of EMP to disrupt communications and mechanical systems where they could. For now, the shield would have to hold until his units were in a position to handle the Cataphracts besieging his position from afar.​

 

[Ravraa Vyshraal]

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Location: Random Urban Building #12563462
Task: Objective 1A - REDFOR
Focus: Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt

Ravraa found himself taking some steps away from the sniper and the window, swapping off the smoke to his off hand as he shook his wrist. He had settled his Autokrator against the wall. His wrist went limp and flopped about in it's socket for the effect of theatrics, the man bringing it up to his face before pretending to blow away blaster residue and scorch marks. His smile growing nearly painful as he watched Jeresan stumble to his feet, the rifle sling having caught around his shoulder and now haphazardly jingling at his side as he attempted to find proper footing. Ravraa was reminded of a wounded dugar or a newborn mynock. He couldn't help but shake his head the the recon fixed and adjusted his helmet, giving a small stamp of his foot in irritation before giving his entire kit a second feel over. The Togruta could nearly feel the eyes burning from behind the helmet.

"<That was entirely reckless, you could've gotten hurt!>" Jeresan barked.

"It was damned cool though, ain't it?" Ravraa chuckled out the words, attempting to bring the cigarette to his lips again but unable to focus on it enough to take another drag, childish giggles just rolling out of his frame as he watched Jeresan's chest heave, rise, and roll with the anger that was brimming through his bodyglove.

"Should get mad more often, sound cuter." Ravraa would throw in. He wished he could see the blush through the betaplast as the recontrooper raised a hand, as if he had some grand point that he was going to make, before slowly letting his hand fall down to his side, shaking his head. Disappointing. Embarrassed. Glad, in some odd way, that Ravraa was there to put a wrench in the gears. Most wargames were boring, there was always a special bit of magic that Ravraa tried to bring in every squad he found himself apart of. He hoped that he would run into one of the posh High Human types, one that would absolutly hate to even think about doing anything outside of the established rules. That, however, hadn't happened yet.

"It was pretty cool. I won't lie to you." Runa, the other pazaak player in the group would say inbetween slapping another card down and fumbling with the nobs on the music player next to him once again. Seemingly aggravated at whatever station they had playing wasn't coming in just clear enough, occasionally low bass lines were interrupted by white noise that filled the empty space they had established as their operating area. Jeresan, seemingly upset by this whole situation, elected to keep quiet on the comment and the music. Instead he marched his way past Ravraa and set up near the window again, bringing his rifle up to his shoulder. He was fidgeting in place nearly constantly, over and over, attempting to find the same sense of security and control that he possessed before Ravraa had interrupted him.

"I thought for sure I was gonna lose my hand." Ravraa would say, turning to the players.

"Would've been a story," Joskyre chimed.

"A story to tell to who? The doc while they're trying to find where bone starts and melted flesh ends?"

Joskyre had managed a noise, just about to speak before the clacking of betaplast earned his attention. Looking over, the sniper had finally managed to set himself up again. A single hand was up in the air, a single finger to silence the group, before it flattened into a wave and a gestured the lot of them over. As they stood, Runa was careful to turn down the receiver, however, he didn't silence it. Ravraa would snatch the autokrator from the wall, doublestepping over to the recontrooper with the rest of his squad. The man was religiously paying service to the scope of his rifle, as if it was the most mesmerizing thing that he had ever seen.

"<We've got movement, lot of it. Decent sized squad, seems to be well put together. I think. They haven't seen us yet.>" Jeresan said, barely above a whisper.

Despite his best efforts, Ravraa couldn't make out a single shape on the cityscape below besides the occasional downed trooper from their potshots. Simply a sea of building materials and urban hell.

"<Only brief shimmers, not much. Light's playing odd. Set up, I'll fire a bolt, you light up the area around it.>"

Without need for confirmation, Joskyre, Runa, and Ravraa instantly broke away from the sniper, each of them shifting down to one of the other window emplacements on the office sweet. Runa taking up position at second to last heading south, Joskyre taking up on the polar opposite, and Ravraa not far from Jeresan's position in the center window of the building's tenth floor. Ravraa would take a kneeling position, bringing the autokrator to his shoulder as he pointed it to the glass pane in front of him. He waited, the front end of his rifle simply hovering in the open air, untrained, swaying with his breathing as he waited.

Time lingered. Seconds felt as if they were slaying through reality itself. Moments on a cosmic scale. His eyes began to blur out as he strained his vision.

The sudden snap-scream of the STA rifle called, and he watched as the round trailed through the air, screeching down to the city space below, before clinking into a piece of the duracrete road. The sound of shattering glass and heavy bolt cycles came in quick return, the squad simply following orders. Rounds falling in the general area of where their sniper had placed his shot.

 

[Avernus]

OBJECTIVE I: REDFOR
TAGS: Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Belisarius | Ravraa Vyshraal

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As the sound of blaster-fire began to fill the air, Avernus' grin grew even wider. He put his hands behind his back casually, slyly making a motion with his left hand once it was out of sight to signal his own men who were hiding nearby to begin to spread out. The Pureblood closed his eyes and laughed with a small shake of his head. "Well," He began in a condescending tone. "So much for that plan, huh?" Avernus could feel them from the start, but in his focus, he failed to notice the other members of REDFOR that had arrived until they began to fire.

Hands still behind his back he began to walk forward toward Lyra. "Sylbia, I can feel your violent ideations from here. You think the exercise is your excuse to finally get a jab on me, don't you?" One step forward. Another step. Another. He stopped about five meters in front of her and spread his legs shoulder length apart as he stood in a relaxed position. His hands were still behind his back as he began to survey their surroundings. "You know, they never said surrendering wasn't allowed in this exercise."

With a smug smile, he brought his hands forward and laced his fingers together. With a quick extension, his knuckles made a loud popping-crack and he separated his hands and shook them once each at his sides. Followed shortly by a similar maneuver to produce a similar effect for his neck. With a satisfied exhale he slowly pulled the black gloves from his hand. He knew she wouldn't surrender, but that wasn't going to stop him from being 'Avernus' about it.

 

[Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt]

Objective : BLUFOR
Command : Genesis Company
Focus : Avernus Belisarius Ravraa Vyshraal

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“Walking..fekking..‘roid...,” Lyra bit out from behind clenched teeth, nose flaring as she stared right back at the Sith. With one motion she stuffed her helmet back on as the fire fight broke out; enraged visage disappearing beneath her helm. The crossroads behind her a hail of bolt fire, and she did not dare retreat less she entered the fray. Calls were tossed over the comm link as they tried to identify the source of the fire. The rangers that had haunted the roads sent running for cover as the lone sniper shot set off the fireworks.

She had known they could be walking into an equal trap, but they were in it for the long haul.

<”Got contact directly east of you ma’am, dropping nulls now!>”

Pops and thuds echoed along the roadway as the soldiers hauled out the grenades for cover, a dark inky smoke populating and choking out the road making for poor vision.

<”Evil Eyes, find that enemy squadron and give ‘em a box of chocolates for me,”> Lyra barked.

Unslinging her rifle, she trailed a burst of loose stun fire on him spitting in the face of his bravado. He had ruined a perfectly good carbine after all, the ultimate sin. The recoil rolled against her her shoulder, armor reducing the impact but she counted her breath as she ate through the ammo clip. With a slight of hand she unhooked the cylinder off her belt, all but charging him head on-boots beating the cement. Lyra threw the flash grenade in the diminishing space between herself and Avernus; the metal hitting with a distinct tink and rolling before setting off.

 

[Lucien Dooku]

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LEADING CREST SECTION [x20 STORMTROOPERS EQUIPPED W. JETPACKS]
ASSAULTING A REDFOR-OCCUPIED BUILDING
H E A D S T R O N G​

For being a mock battle, the fighting taking place across the simulated battlefield was starting to become far more intense than what he'd expected when he signed up for the event. Luc could've stuck to the sidelines and caroused with the various nobles and benefactors gathered to observe the event, but sitting on the sidelines was neither his style nor what he'd signed on for in the first place. Then again, neither was getting blasted to all hell as a result of the tactical ingenuity of the various commanders on the side of the REDFOR opposition. He considered himself lucky in that regard, as his purpose on the battlefield had been limited to the reserve for the majority of the fighting that ensued. From his position at the rearguard of the Imperator's formation, Luc witnessed the vanguard of their forces run into fierce resistance by the REDFOR forces under the command of General Vexen himself.

Stormtroopers and Droids alike were pressing down upon the advance of the BLUFOR formation as they entered the city streets and were met with preemptively set traps that all but brought their advance to a total halt. The defending contingent rained down hell as a building to their rear rocked with an explosion that cut off their retreat and left them exposed to the defender's mercy. Luc was antsy by then, a half-smoked cigarette being flicked to the ground as he looked to his left and right at the men beneath his command. They were the Stormtroopers of 'Crest Section', an ad-hoc formation of several squads that he'd been assigned to command since his inception as a commander during the campaign to take Verloeem.

He'd learned many of their names since then, and he'd even taken the time to memorialize the ones who were killed during the chaos of their first battle together. The green commander had made mistakes, but he learned from the veteran NCO's within his unit without the hubris that was expected from a Prince from a world beneath the Sith. He'd even come to earn their respect after his exploits during the battle of Coreesh Gulch, where his own life was willingly put on the line to stem the casualties that could've been even worse had they not defeated the Cultists with haste. Luc still had much to learn as the New Imperial war-machine began revving up for their eventual conflict with the Sith Empire as a whole. Several more campaigns would surely come beforehand, which meant that the current mock battle was their best opportunity to improve as a unit without the risk that actual combat brought to their overall fighting strength.

Well, that should've been the case at least. Crest Section wouldn't be fighting as a standard line unit this time around, as their up-and-coming commander had other plans since their unit was being held in the reserve. Lucien had arranged for the requisition of standard-issued Jetpacks for the entirety of his unit, with the exception of himself of course. Although the troopers around him were comfortable with their assigned equipment, Luc was more at home whilst sitting on top of the Valravn Speeder Bike that he planned on utilizing to serve as the figurative 'spear' of his newly-formed rapid reaction force. Up until the explosions and blaster fire had reached their peak, it mostly served as a comfortable platform to sit on, but it whined to life once reports began filtering in over their shared comms of serious trouble being presented at the front.

"Time to move, boys!" Luc called out behind him, the sound of jetpacks idling to life being given in response. The speeder was brought to maximum speed as he bolted ahead of the rear of the armored column ahead of him, maneuvering the fast-moving bike through the streets until he reached the large pile of debris and rubble that was once a building off to the side of the road. Rather than coming to a stop, Lucien lifted the nose of the repulsor-laden bike over the rubble and accelerated right into the air, sending the bike on a collision course with one of the structures that were occupied by opposition forces currently pinning down friendly troopers. Luc threw himself forwards with an audible "whoo!", the speeder bike impacting with the building right as he crashed through one of the window's and on top of one of the enemy troopers. A blaster bolt tagged the trooper in the chest twice before he rolled the man in front of his body, blocking a handful of bolts sent his way from his reacting squadmates.

Lucien fired his blaster from over the stunned trooper's body, using him as a human shield to halt the fire from the increasing number of soldiers who were now fully aware of his presence. He tagged the first two who advanced on him to get an angle, only to be forced into blind-firing when the bolts coming his way proved too heavy to peak from across his improvised cover. "Anytime now, Crest!" He yelled over his comms, just as the bulk of Crest Section began raining down blaster fire into the windows from their vantage point in the sky. The lead squadron of Crest Section descended into the building through the windows while the rest of the section were engaging in an aerial battle with the droids positioned overhead of their friendlies down on the ground.

Luc pushed off the unconscious trooper once his men entered the building and began clearing the floor of hostiles. The hilt of his lightsaber entered his opposite hand, an aqua-blue blade beaming to life as he dashed towards the nearest enemy trooper, slamming the toned-down weapon with enough force to send him careening into a wall. He dropped his blaster, throwing his now-free hand towards several more troopers who ascended up the stairs, a wave of telekinetic force being directed their way and preventing their ascent up to the stairs. His squad moved up to the stairwell and laid into the troopers with a salvo of automatic fire, stunning the lot of them where they'd been thrown backwards by Luc a moment before. "All clear, sir." One of the troopers reported after sweeping the room thoroughly. "Good, but we're far from done here. Let's press our advantage while we've got the initiative."

Luc pressed down the stairs with his lightsaber in hand, the squad behind him following in a tight line after a resounding "Kill." being said in unison.

Darth Bellum Irveric Tavlar

 

[Belisarius]

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AIRDROP ON AVERNUS' FLASHY FORTIFIED POSITION
TASK FORCE HELL HOUNDS
IN THIS SIGN, CONQUER


Legion Commander Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt was a bold wicked witch, Sgt. Vukic would give her that; and if she had his respect, then the rest of the men of Gladius Company would follow. Captain Belisarius couldn't, nor would he, deny that...epithet. Baiting herself and some of her good troopers to the eccentric Lord Avernus, an illegally fashionable fashionista and master of coin so the rest of Genesis Company and Gladius Company, formed under the name of Hell Hounds, would air drop upon Avernus' position and take it.

Sure, it was a sim, but the soldiers were highly motivated; both Genesis and Gladius. Sith were the head of the serpent they were to decapitate in the near future and they had to learn to fight them. He didn't doubt Avernus would take the bait, strategic decision making was amputated the moment this Force freaks tuned into that mythical dark side. Sith were all the same, right? At least that's what corporal Momci thought.

Belisarius had his concerns and reservations, of course. He had seen far too much from the Sith to know better. Yet, when the confirmation that Avernus had moved with a sufficient force to engage Voi'kryt's distraction, he couldn't help but slightly smirk beneath his helmet. The green light appeared at the corner of the bay and the transport's hatch opened. One after the other, tight as a pack, Task Force Hell Hound dropped from their high altitude transports and directed their free fall straight at Avernus' fortified position.