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[The Lord of Hunger]

Objective II - Seize the Means of Production!

LOCATION: BROSI
OBJECTIVE: To cause Chaos, disrupt the TSO
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | The Enforcer
TAG: Darth Caedes | Revna Marr | Srina Talon | Gerwald Lechner​

With a loud metallic clanging sound, the Sceleratis found its assault obstructed by a swift slam of the Dread Wolf's warhammer against its songsteel ribcage, while the droid could boast about a massively reinforced and alchemized frame, the impact was still enough to blow it backwards and leave a clear impression on the formerly gleaming chassis of the assassin droid, with one of the arms even clearly dislodged due to the force of the impact.

The Lord of Hunger in the meantime, was bussy keeping an eye on both his own actions and those of the Dread Wolf. even if he had sent the Sceleratii to distract Gerwald Lechner in order for him to seize the moment, even the monstrous abomination knew not to underestimate the man who had once been tasked with hunting him down. the sound of gnashing and gritting teeth could be heard through his mask as he stretched two fingers, wrestling them away from the grip on his blade and utilizing the force to forcefully move the severely damaged sceleratis his way. He could not meet the Dread wolf head on, not while something was happening on the other end.

In stead, Gerwald would find his hammer striking not the ground, nor Credius, but caving in the head of the assassin droid who he had given the debilitating impact earlier, all the while allowing the second Sceleratis to take the impact of both the Dread wolf's clawed fist and lightsaber as he managed to leap in front of his master, raising his arm somewhat sluggishly in order to fire off a few more shots with the verpine handcannon aimed towards Gerwald's gut with the force breaker rounds.

"Go play elsewhere," still with his fingers stretched out on the grip of his blade, the Lord of Hunger aimed to focefully push Gerwald away alongside the droid, so he could focus on the ritual and the actors whoc were actively stopping him from disrupting it. Eevery second spent on trying to stop the Dread wolf from taking his head was a second of concentration lost on the ritual...something his opponent was quite clearly aware of.

He could feel something odd happening, almost feeling as if his grasp on the ritual was being reversed, his force drain slowly being pushed back and even nullified, a numb feeling spread from his fingers all across his body, a painful sensation, as if something was tinkering with his very soul was washing over the Lord of Hunger. From each crevice of his armor, from each hole, black liquid seemed to begin to pour down, as he let out a loud hackling cough, splattering that same black liquid on the ground in front of him. Still maintaining his force drain with the gauntlet, the monster dropped to one knee, yet as he did so, his presence, his aura, his very being seemed to dramatically shift.

"Enough!"
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He was the Lord of Hunger, he was the one bearing the insatiable soul which had devoured thousands in the nether, he had withstood the beasts of the void, He would NOT be bested in his own game by some Sith with a deathwish. Activating the sorcery embedded within his Artusian Ring, the Lord of Hunger aimed to fully nullify Revna Marr 's brutal attempt to drain him dry, even if but for a moment, at which point he'd dredge deep within the confines of his Vele Jivanikas Jewel in order to effectively remove all limiters and all restraints he'd unconsciously put on himself. In a mere moment, he'd allow himself to rely upon the power, the strength, the spirit of the hundreds if not thousands of wailing souls trapped within the family jewel, allowing this insurmountable concentration of hatred, pain and despair to strengthen him beyond any limit he had displayed before in this confrontation, if even ever before.

Regaining his focus and feeling his body rejuvinate and strengthen itself, he unleashed a force drain far beyond what he had displayed earlier, strengthened by aged curses, the rage of hundreds, the pain of thousands, the despair of an entire bloodline, all concentrated into a single person: The Lord of HUNGER.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
OBJECTIVE I: STORM THE TOWER

There were a lot of things that Ronhar didn't want to think about. He didn't want to think about how the security gate opened and closed for him and his men as if he was expected back inside. He didn't want to think about how the clinic was looking a lot cleaner, as if someone had cleaned up while they were gone. And he especially didn't want to think about the identity of the woman and white, the woman who was standing right in front of him as if their was no imminent danger around.

Ronhar and his men advanced cautiously, blasters and sword drawn. Every instinct of Ronhar's was telling him to open fire, but he ignored them as he inched closer and closer. After all, lying down next to the mysterious woman was the small child from before, still hooked up to their heart monitor.

"Steady enough breathing...", she muttered to herself. "Open that cabinet and fetch me a blood extraction kit, it is all labeled... Try not to waste any time. Get three, then take a seat and watch over the girl."

Ronhar, Harsta and Garhosl looked at each other in utter bewilderment.

“You’ve got to be kidding me”, Garhosl exclaimed aloud.

“Garhosl, keep your blaster trained on our ‘friend’ over there. Do NOT fire unless attacked first. Harsta, stick close to me”, Ronhar commanded.

Ronhar and Harsta moved to the cabinet that the figure had indicated to them, Ronhar’s blaster trained on them. Once they got there, Ronhar lowered his weapon and opened the cabinet. Sure enough, there were a number of blood extraction kits, just as the figure said there was. Ronhar picked up three in one hand and his blaster in the other. His weapon once again trained toward the figure, he slowly began to approach her.

“Sir!”, Harsta exclaimed in concern.

Ronhar ignored him and continued toward the figure and child. The woman and white was dashing around the room, gathering various medical instruments as she worked. To Ronhar, it seemed that she was attempting to save the child’s life…but one could never be to sure with a Sith!

Ronhar was mere feet away from the woman and child. He set the blood extraction kits down at the foot of the table that the child was resting on, and immediately back up to where Garhosl was, his weapon never losing sight of the Sith. Harsta joined him as the trio waited to see what would happen next…

TAGS:
Vakhari Lutris

CAPTAIN MITCDARR COORIDG
MIN PUFF THE MAGIC KRAYT DRAGON
OBJECTIVE II: SEIZE THE MEANS OF PRODUCTION

"Hurry up and get those data logs scrubbed!", Cooridg hissed at his comms officer, who was frantically trying to manipulate the audio messages that had come in from Moff Selrik Lorcas .

"I'm working as fast as I can, sir", the comms officer replied with more than a hint of venom in his voice.

Far below Cooridg's gunship, the Battle of Brosi continued unabated, as Imperial Confederation forces continued their advance against the horde of monsters summoned by the Sith. The variety of creatures roaming about the battlefield was bewildering, and each looked deadlier than the next. Unfortunately for them, and fortunately for Cooridg, his ship was high above the chaos below, and as far as Cooridg could tell, the creatures had no means to attack him.

That meant open season.

"Everybody strap in!", Coordig called out as the members of his crew ran to their seats. Cooridg titled his gunship to a 45 degree angle, so that the two mass driver cannons mounted to the top of his vehicle were now pointing down toward the battlefield.

"Firing in 3...2...1...firing!"

The guns roared to life as Puff the Magic Krayt Dragon began blasting away toward the creatures, blowing them to bits. Creatures of all shapes and sizes ran away from the torrent of cannon fire, least they be blown apart completely. Cooridg exhausted his current ammunition and righted his ship.

"Whew! Did you see that", Coordig's copilot called out. "Look at that mess down there. Are those Sith stupid or something? What do they expect a bunch of dumb animals to do against us? It's not like-"

His train of thought was suddenly cut off by the sight of one of the creatures leaping up into the air, far higher than any living creature should be able to. It flew headfirst into a TIE Bomber, completely shredding both the ship and pilots inside of it.

Cooridg cursed and pulled back hard on his flight controls, taking his gunship into a steep climb.

"We taking her to max altitude", Cooridg explained to his crew. "Should keep us safe from anything below".

Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of Cooridg's trouble, as alarms started blaring throughout the cockpit.

"Missile lock! Missile lock!", Cooridg's sensor array officer cried out.

"Deploying chaff!", Cooridg responded as he hit a button on his flight controls. From the back of his gunship came a large amount of chaff, which the missile the targeted instead of the ship. The explosion was so powerful that it shook his entire gunship despite not hitting it. Some of his colleagues weren't so lucky, as the missiles impacted their gunships, destroying one outright and severely damaging another.

"Blast! Increase power to rear deflector shields and activate rear turret defenses!", Cooridg ordered his crew. From the back of his gunship came an ArMek R-Z0 retractable double blaster cannon, ready to blast anything that got to close.

"All gunships and bombers, form up on me! Where's my fighter support?"​

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His response came in the form of dozens of friendly starfighters, the Y-Fender Uglies and Gnetocarro-class Starfighters racing to intercept the incoming TIE Interceptors. Sensors indicated about a dozen of the fighters closing in on Cooridg's position, and closing in fast. They were arranged in a rough V formation, so the Y-Fenders continued to fly in headfast as the Gnetocarro's attempted to swarm in from the flanks. Laser and ion fire poured out from the fighters as they moved to engage.

"Let's hurry this up. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can be drinking Caf back at base", Coordig muttered to no one in particular as he lined up his next attack run. The gunships and bombers followed close behind him, lining up their targeting vectors to bomb and strafe enemy forces on the ground. The starfighters would have to keep the enemy flyers at bay.

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life once again, with a message from Inferno Squad:

"This is Inferno squad. The shield generator is down. Captain Cooridg, Selrik Lorcas, boost my transmission to the fleet, the shield is DOWN."

About damn time!

"Understood, Inferno Squad. Transmitting now", Cooridg replied, boosting the power of the message back up to the orbiting fleet...

TAGS:
Saltare Dothon
Selrik Lorcas
Haro Aven
Naamino Zuukamano
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Spoiler: Summary

1. Cooridg attempts to have his comms officer alter the messages that he received from Moff Selrik Lorcas.​
2. Cooridg strafes the battlefield with his ship's mass driver cannons until they expend all their ammunition.​
3. One of the Sith creatures leaps into the air and destroys a TIE Bomber. Cooridg brings his ship to max altitude.​
4. Missile lock! Coordig deploys chaff and intercepts the missile, though two other gunships are hit.​
5. Cooridg boosts power to rear deflector shields and activates his ship's rear blaster cannon.​
6. Y-Fender Uglies and Gnetocarro-class Starfighters move in to defend the gunships and bombers. The Y-Fenders plow straight ahead as the Gnetorcarros attempt to hit the enemy squad from the flanks.​
7. Cooridg gets an important message: the shield generator is down! He boosts the message to the orbiting fleet above.​

Spoiler: Casualties

1 TIE Bomber destroyed
1 Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilator destroyed
1 Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilator damaged but still flying
TBD

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[Jacen Breska]

OBJ2: RESIST THE PRETENDERS

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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3x Thermal Detonators | 2x Kushute Grenades | 3x Incendiary
LOCATION: :: Brosi - Downed DeathDrop Dropship ::
TAG: Saltare Dothon Arbiter

Jacen couldn't help but smile underneath his helmet. His knife was edge in blood. Must have been from the pretender's left forearm, but Jacen didn't get a good look as the Ancile slammed into the pretender at the same time, knocking him backwards. The combined blows broke up the Kushute that bound the soldier, but Jacen didn't mind. If he killed him with bug bites, he still killed him. Every impact mattered and pushed him closer to killing the Pretender and moving on to an engagement that mattered.

As the soldier rose back to his feet, the Ancile Shield ricocheted back to Jacen and re-attached itself to his gauntlet. He readied himself for the next clash, ignoring the flickering from the Shields of the Halcyon. The soldier must have gotten a good hit in during their clash, but Jacen didn't focus on it and couldn't wait. As the trooper extended a wrist blade, Jacen couldn't help but whistle.

He had one himself, of course, but he thought to keep that to himself. Let the pretender think he's seen everything Jacen has to offer, let him think he has Jacen all figured out. He'd get a nasty surprise soon.

Jacen charged again as his adversary did the same, both almost mirror matches of eachother. Jacen switched his knife to forward grip and lunged forward, trying to bash the man with his shield as he stabbed at the man's next.

He neglected the fact that his shields were down... A mistake he realized as the troopers vibroblade tore between his armor plates and gored him.
For a moment, Jacen's face still wore a grimace of anger. before he blinked and his arms fell.

"No..." he muttered quietly. He looked into the faceplate of the man as the Shiva knife slipped from his grip and the Ancile shield powered down. His hand reached out weakly, grasping at the trooper.

As the vibroblade tore free, Jacen stumbled back and dropped to his knees, blood soaking through his armor. He looked up at the soldier again before collapsing onto his side.
"Not yet..." he groaned, hand pressed to his gut. "I'm not done yet..."

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"Dropteam Majesty, dropping on Blackout's last known position," Majesty 1 called out as the pods tore through the sky, impacting the ground soon after ejection. As they landed and their pods opened, the team immediately went about their tasks. One of their member went to go see to Blackout 4 and his arm, while the other three went to go assist the other members of Blackout, raising their weapons and firing into the melee of Blackout 2 and 3, content in their ability to aim and fire with two working arms versus Blackout 4's one handed wonder.

While they assisted the rest of Blackout, two more massive pods slammed into the ground, releasing two massive feline-shaped war droids. The two droids immediately went to work, one went to go join the growing brawl, and the other scanned and saw Jacen's distressed state, it's eyes glowing softly as it broke into a sprint, charging towards the soldier Jacen was fighting, determined to rip the Imperial Soldier's throat out.


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[Sieliel Dimegor]

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Brosi, Corporate Sector, Outer Rim Territories;
Thandon Star Cluster;
THE NASCENT IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION!
Tag: Koda Fett

Sieliel Dimegor Bounty.

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OBJECTIVE III.

The debris field shuddered and splintered behind her, lit by streaks of cannon fire and the thunder of detonations carving through the void. Sieliel didn't look back. She could feel him there just behind as they weaved and moved across the black ink canvas of space among the off-drop of streaks of red, green and explosions swallowed up by the void. He was chasing her, bearing down on Sieliel like a phantom with all the intent to destroy. The bounty hunter's ship bled menace with every blast, every howl of his engines closing the distance.

But Sieliel wasn't running anymore.

Every twist of her controls was deliberate. She threaded the narrow spaces between broken hulls and scorched plating, dragging Koda into her maze. The Firespray was heavier, bulkier, meaner but it couldn't dance like her TIE/ss and she would make it dance.

Below, the planet loomed.

Brosi.

Its surface once shimmered with forests and river cities, now swallowed by blight and war. Sieliel's HUD flickered, scanning the upper atmosphere. The heat signatures were erratic. There were firestorms, Shoengen was ablaze, biohazard spikes, and dead zones where nobody dared enter. Life had decayed into something far worse. Cantorian Blight, they called it.

The disease had stripped the world. It warped the soil, poisoned the rain, and twisted the landscape into something unkindly. Through her viewport, the sky over Brosi glowed a sickly amber, clouds roiling like a wounded beast choking on its own blood. Blaster fire lit the horizon from the surface as Imperials and Sith clawed at each other in the mud while the corpses refused to stay down as they were reanimated through the machinations of Darth Caedes .

It was a warzone in hell and that's where Sieliel would take him. She pulled her TIE into a sharp descent, crossing the outer shell of the atmosphere. The sudden re-entry rocked her ship with flames licking the cockpit edges, and turbulence slamming into the hull. The shriek of friction screamed like a warning. Her hands danced over the controls to open the stabilizers, realign the deflectors, and re-routing the engine output just enough to slow the re-entry to avoid burning out. Sieliel felt gravity's pull dig into her chest.

Behind her?

The mysterious hunter undoubtedly sent by the Fifth Wing. This felt too personal. If he was working for the Sith then there were dozens of other targets in the space battle above. But he was after her. Sieliel felt it, and in the end, this grudge brought about by her former co-conspirators would end in one of them dying. She would endeavour for it not to be her. Sieliel was the last of House Dimegor, and with no living male heirs- if she were to die today- then her family legacy would die with her.

With every movement of the TIE/ss, Sieliel Dimegor fought to keep the last of the likes of her in the light for a little while longer.

The world cracked wide beneath both hunter and prey. Blackened husks of buildings jutted from the earth like broken teeth. Swarms of figures moved below. They were not soldiers. Not anymore. Undead, drawn by heat and sound and motion. Hoards stumbled through the ruins of their own homes, some still dressed in tattered uniforms or torn civilian clothes, flesh sloughing from their bones, and eyes long emptied of memory. The battle down there was chaos with pockets of entrenched fire teams fighting not just Sith, but their own dead. Dropships burning in descent. Screams caught in open channels.

Cantorian Blight. The Sith. Hoards of the Dead manifested by dark magick and alchemy. Brosi was now the most dangerous place in the entire Galaxy.

Sieliel Dimegor and Koda Fett chased one another into hell. For credits, and legacy. To survive, and to fall. Revenge, and for silence. Little did they know LAETOR themselves was down below. Being hunted as well.

Ironic.

Sieliel angled low, her fighter skimming just above the rooftops of a bombed-out city block. She dropped chaff behind her with bright flares scattering through the polluted air, masking her heat signature as she wove through the skeletal structures. The ash was thick in the air and it was nearly blinding. A half-buried walker twitched beneath her as she passed- a once-proud Imperial war machine now half-digested by the blight, vines of necrotic matter pulsing across its surface.

She locked onto a nearby signal. It was an abandoned tower. Still standing. Barely.

The seeds of a plan formed.

Sieliel banked sharply to bring her TIE into a wide arc around the ruins, and with a hiss of venting gas, she looped behind the tower to briefly disappear out of line-of-sight. As she flew and maneuverered her ships targeting systems flared to life. In a snap, she dove out from behind the tower, swooping low across its edge, and opened fire on the Slave III. Her twin cannons pulsed green lasers which streaked through the miasma- a controlled barrage aimed at the bounty hunter's forward arc. Not to destroy, but to disrupt. To crowd. To force him lower into the hell below them.

Where the sky was choking, and where the ground moved, and where the dead did not rest. As she fired upon Koda, Sieliel's voice- low and cold- cracked through her private channel. Whether he heard it or not didn't matter to her. It was a war cry to inspire her spirit, and dig down deep into the recesses to find the energy to survive, and fight. To destroy this opponent who had been sent to end her.

"Come down here, hunter. Let us see how long your pride lasts in the dark!"

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[Kaila Irons]

OBJECTIVE III
// CALLSIGN: Ronin-1 //​

Location: Brosi, Orbit
Wearing: Armor
Flying: 'Dûr'ashaarai' Starfighter
Tag: Tamsin Graves Bella

<<"Tamsiiin!">> she shrieked into the open mic.

Her sister's starfighter vanished in a cloud of fire, smoke and shrapnel. All she could do was watch, frozen in horror. She never felt the missile in the force, couldn't find it on scanner, was it even a missile in the first place? What happened? Why couldn't she stop it?

Why couldn't she ever stop these things from happening?

Pain lanced through the shared minds of Ronin-1 and her pilot, dragging Anathemous out of that daze and into the grim clarity of a focused rage.

HEAT-rounds tore into her Svalin Hull, but the reactive armor plating was designed for this exact scenario. These solid projectiles were melted by sudden bursts of intense plasma in between the armored layers in a lightshow of brilliant blue flame and boradium detonation too close to the surface to pierce her inner hull.

And as the first shot burst, the world slowed.

Golden eyes followed a bullet in real time as it passed by her viewport, then darted in the direction from whence it came. In an instant, subsystems across the entire starfighter came to life all at once; Inertial compensators set to full, breaks slammed which brought the mobile Dûr'ashaarai from full speed to standstill with alarming ease, shields double fronted.

Turbo-lasers primed.

All while she broke into a hard turn to bring those guns to bear on her enemy.

Bullets were now impacting her angled prow, some glancing, others burst by plasma-reactive armor. The shower of boradium fire did not stop her from holding down the trigger in the split second between her sudden stop and dime turn, for even as her vision darkened and senses dulled by the high gravity maneuver, The machine spirit became her eyes.

There was no risk too high, and was no mission but her own;

Make her pay.

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[Velda Nar-Donna]

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WEARING: Black Obsidien Sith robes with some armor underneath.

WEAPONS: 2x Lightsabers and The Dark Side

TAG: Barragh Nenn

OBJECTIVE 1: STORM THE TOWER!!​

For a lunge that had been so meticulously designed, so carefully calibrated to avoid any dangerous overextension, her opponent seemed hell-bent on forcing one. Such an aggressive maneuver, against a move Velda had so perfectly safeguarded.

She had anticipated a rapid parry, perhaps from either his right or left, a quick defection of her blade. What truly came was a surprising step forward, an aggressive push into her space from his right side. Then, from the billowing shadows of his cloak, the first weapon erupted from his right hand. The exact design was unfamiliar, but she instantly recognized the tell-tale hum: a vibro-blade of some variant. Its ability to withstand the searing, plasma kiss of her lightsaber confirmed her musings; her deduction was undeniably accurate.

Deep within the ensuing bind, the Umbaran possibly braced himself for a forceful counter-push from her lightsaber against his blade. And to some extent, it was there, a subtle yet unyielding pressure. But crucially, Velda offered no true resistance to his attempt to drive her lightsaber to her left.

Instead, her steps became a fluid, continuation of his own push, drawing her further and further to her left, away from his center. With each subtle shift, she deftly slipped outside his immediate line, elegantly flanking him from within the unexpected bind.

Then, from his left side, a second blade materialized, what appeared to be its sister blade.

And a reverse grip...okay then.

As the newly revealed left blade swept upwards, seeking to sever or incapacitate her right arm, Velda's arm moved with a swift, economical grace, drawing inward and upward, ensuring it was well beyond the destructive arc of his vibro-blade. Her focus remained absolute, every muscle, every intention a counter.

As this was happening, her crimson blade itself danced. With a flick of her wrist, she shifted her lightsaber’s angle, subtly pivoting across the edge of his right blade; using his own weapon as an anchor point in their bind. Her lightsaber hilt elevated, her arm rising with it, causing her blade to arc from its forward position to her side, now pointing almost downwards. It created a vibrant, shimmering barrier, a wall of pure energy between his left weapon and herself, all while maintaining the relentless bind on his right blade.

The lightsaber found its mark then, its plasma contacting his left blade with precision, effectively parrying both of his weapons simultaneously.

Both of his weapons now lay entangled, trapped beneath her lightsaber, controlled within the bind.

And with her left hand still utterly free, she called upon The Force, drawing forth a raw, violent surge of telekinetic power. She unleashed a potent Force Push directly in his direction, an overwhelming wave intended to tear distance between them. If fully connected, it might well propel him close to the very edge of the tower’s roof.

Then she regarded him, listening to his voice as he spoke of hoping to avoid this confrontation.

“I find that rather hard to believe.” Her voice tinged with a delicate, almost amused disbelief at his apparent reluctance.

 

[Darth Caedes]

"The Dark Side of the Force has no interest in the nature of our bonds. Only in how far we're willing to stretch them in pursuit of our goals."
—Darth Caedes, ruminations on the accumulation of Power

Revna Marr Elmindra Xitaar Madrona A’Mia Zal Aditi Gerwald Lechner Srina Talon The Lord of Hunger

Thandon Star Cluster
Brosi System
Objective III

The ground moaned. It heaved and split beneath him, a wound torn open by the fury of the Dread Wolf. Caedes staggered against the rift, robes billowing as the city's streets ripped underfoot. There was no mistaking the sheer, tectonic scale of Gerwald's strength in the Force. A Dark Councilor's fury made manifest, like a god slamming his fist down upon egg shells. Dust and ash stirred up into the air and the great screeching noise of sliding metal cried out as towers and apartment buildings buckled, groaning in slow collapse or hunching in on themselves nearby.

The King of Korriban remained steadfast, even as the numbing feeling of a Force Drain came over him—a chilly pressure, cloying yet invisible. His vision blurred for a heartbeat as the life around him was yanked away, siphoned back towards this apparent Lord of Hunger. He felt it begin to pull at him. With his attention so focused on the gathering of power, on the organization of ritual, his typical defenses against such attacks were compromised. A thin stream of vitality shivered away from him, like air pulled from his lungs, pulled towards the feeding. It made his eyes water and his skin feel dry. He clenched his jaw in focus, gritting his teeth against this gut wrenching power and preparing to summon up his own defenses against such familiar dark arts.

Revna was faster, already on the move. She stepped past him and became a wall, opening herself to the Force. Power blossomed between them, greater than he'd ever felt from her before. His breath caught and he eyed her, her presence swelling beyond what he previously recognized, beyond what he'd thought possible for her. The Dark Side within her uncoiled like some great serpent across the battlefield, and it fed. Her hunger met the enemy's own, and the Force seemed to scream as the dueling absorptions collided, wholly unnatural—leech against leech. Power consumed power, each vortex swirling tighter in a gyre of greater and greater, more and more famished oblivion. It pulled at their ritual, fraying the edges—but Srina was there, a beacon in the Force, wielding her power with the precision of a threaded needle, sewing the pieces back together.

Caedes turned back towards the cracked earth at his feet. The seed. There was no more time. Revna would have to hold on. The support of their Empress would have to be enough for now. He dropped to one knee and peered down into the torn slab of city streets before him and at his feet. With one hand pressed against the ground, he proffered Psilofyr and reached out with the Force. He could feel it there, the soul within the seed, pulsing and alive in the palm of his hand. Beckoning, crying out, uncomfortable beneath the pull of such abhorrent Hunger. Beyond that, pushing deeper, he could feel the presence of Madrona A’Mia in all her glorious power. The Lord Seer, world-shaper—aid me!

"Qotsisajak... midwan, zûg'thul, siat," he incanted, voice taking on a strange myriad effect, as if many voices spoke behind him in differing octaves.​

The seed seemed to stir, visibly shifting, as if something inside were alive and trying to get out. A single crack split the rich brown of the seed's surface.

"Through death... birth," he proclaimed in whispered tones.​

More cracks appeared, splintering ever outward. Something pushed forth from underneath, burgeoning. Small tendrils of creeping green uncoiled, spiraled in on themselves yet unraveling—reaching towards the ground.

"Through pain... growth," he continued, conspiratorially, as if whispering secrets intended only for Psilofyr.​

Caedes pressed the seed to the open wound in the world. Already, thin tendrils of translucent fungal hyphae stretched up from the depths—the manifest embrace of the Horde-mother, of A'Mia and the cradle of Brosi. They wrapped around Psilofyr like greedy fingers, pushing into the seed's cracked shell and burrowing. He felt her there, in the roots, inside of Brosi. A'Mia. He reached for her through the Force, digging his fingers into the rubble and feeling the brush of fungal growth press up against his palm, slide across his skin.

"Guide Psilofyr," he whispered aloud with the voice of many.​

"Sing to it our vision for this world. Show it where to grow, that it may become our will."​

Greedily, the hyphae reached out and took the seed from him. Mycelium rushed upward in a living embrace, clutching it, then dragging it down into the roiling darkness. Just before the seed vanished from sight, Caedes felt it call out in dawning horror—scared and alone, invaded by questing tendrils of fungus, realizing only too late the pain it would soon endure, the purpose of this ritual.

Caedes pushed down his feelings of guilt as the seed sputtered, its meager life force thrashing against the dark power of their ritual, abandoned and overcome. He extended both hands over the chasm and whispered again, louder this time, voice flanged by the Force. With each syllable, the carved runes around them pulsated and glowed.

"Tsûntari! Nazûta! Qotsisajak!"​

His voice crackled with low thrumming intensity, directionless and without a clear point of origin. The ground around him shuddered and knit itself closed with a sound like tumbling boulders, burying Psilofyr beneath the crust. Its calls were silenced abruptly. Below, it would be torn open and infected with the Dark Side, shaped in its mutilation by the will of its Masters. Broken, so as to be rebuilt in perfection.

"Death become birth, little one. Be strong."​

Behind him, Revna's storm of all consuming power had not yet abated. The Lord of Hunger had been rebuffed... but at what cost? Caedes hissed through his teeth. Not yet. Hold, Revna. Hold. The ritual needed more time...

 

[Marlon Sularen]

A L L_Y O U R_B A S E_A R E_B E L O N G_T O_U S
Objective III : The Battlefield is Constant Chaos

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
BROSI, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Spoiler: Sularen's Fleet

TASK FORCE THRAWN
Main Fleet : INV Sularen's Revenge [100|100] INV Retribution [100|100] INV Judicator [100|100] INV Ironfist [100|100]
Starfighter Compliment [Squadrons] : TIE/IAx Advance Interceptors [33/33] TIE/DT Destroyer [12/12] TIE/ss Supremacies [5/5] TIE/sb Strike Bombers [3/3] GAT-36 Imperial Blastboats [2/2]

"Sir, An enemy capital ship is advancing toward our fleet. We're making a run at it as we push forward into the belt. It's without significant support, but I could use your heavy guns to help take it down. The more time I spend on it, the more time Squesha is without support in the asteroid field. I'm doing a gun run on it as my fleet advances."

"I am advancing to put pressure on the ships that have moved forward. Let me know what you need."

"This is Grand Moff Lorcas to the Confederation fleets! The planetary shield is down! Deploy additional ground forces immediately and any available fleet vessels direct planetary bombardment on the great beast at the coordinates I'm about to transmit immediately!"

As the battle continued to rage on, Sularen was flooded with communications after communications as new developments would occur with the first exchanges between the Imperial and Sith Fleets occurring within the dense asteroids while Inferno Squad had taken down the Shield Generator that had previously prevented the Imperial Fleet in orbit from supporting forces on the surface. After taking a few minutes to further examine the holographic projection of the battlefield, the Supreme Commander would finally decide to take action although he had little intention to rush into the battlefield brazenly, especially when the Sith were making use of their force abilities to disrupt some of the Imperials naval attacks.

Thus the Supreme Commander would begin sending various communications and orders around ready to begin his own offensive, staring by opening a channel with the Captain of the INV Ironfist. "This is Supreme Commander Sularen to the INV Ironfist. Proceed to move into close orbit of Brosi in order to carry out an orbital bombardment on the following coordinates." he orderd. Then he contacted Grand Moff Lorcas to inform him that support would be coming. "Grand Moff Lorcas, this is Supreme Commander Sularen. I have dispatched a single Star Destroyer to support your forces against the Sith and their beasts. The INV Ironfist is now at your full disposal." he proclaimed.

Then Sularen opened another channel with the rest of his fleet. "INV Sularen's Revenge. Begin advance towards the Oblation and engage the Sith Destroyer at close-range." he ordered. "To the Judicator and the Retribution, begin a slow advance behind the Judicator but maintain a considerable distance from the Oblation while still remaining in range of it. Both ships are to deploy their entire compliment of starfighters to support the the main attack on the Oblation." he added.

And just like that, the Supreme Commander would make his entry onto the battlefield poised to strike the first of many blows that would be crucial to the Imperial Confederation's victory at Brosi.

Spoiler: TL:DR

• The INV Ironfist is sent to support Grand Moff Lorcas and all ground forces on Brosi
• The rest of the Fleet advances towards the Oblation with the INV Sularen's Revenge taking the lead while the Judicator and the Retribution trail behind it.

[TIC] | Ronhar Tane | Calin Rakel | Squesha | Lord Rasnuhl | Selrik Lorcas
[SO] | Darth Carnifex | Elmindra Xitaar | Rowyna Galeway | Darth Malum of House Marr | Fiolette Yvarro
[Misc.] | Braze
​

 

[Augustus Von Strauss]

Objective: II - Seize the Means of Production
Location: Inbound to Brosi's Surface
Troop Contingent:150 troopers and three two gunships

Spoiler: Trooper Loadouts

Standard: [100] Ironstorm-pattern Stormtrooper Armor, G-11 Imperial Standard Blaster Carbine, Thermal Detonators
Exoskeletons: [50] Imperial Infantry Exoskeleton, Plasma Disruptor Rifle, Thermal Detonators, CryoBan Grenades

Spoiler: Augustus Loadout

Armor: Imperial Infantry Exoskeleton
Weapons: Plasma Disruptor Rifle, SE-26p heavy blaster pistol (given to him by @Ronhar Tane )
Equipment: 4 Thermal Detonators, 2 CryoBan Grenades, 1 extra dose of viral suppressant

Allies: N/A | TIC
Enemies: Spirit of Korriban | Darth Caedes | Hasuras Na-Gerra

All good things must come to an end, and in this particular instance, it was Augustus's close-air support. Sweat had already begun to bead on his brow, but his armor wicked it away before it could sting his eyes. He fired off burst after burst, his aim only slightly improving with extended use of the rifle; he pulled the trigger and heard the click of his empty rifle before his HUD alerted him to the same fact. Without hesitation, he yanked a fresh power cell from his belt, slotted it home, and let the spent one clatter to the dirt, matching the several he had already used.

Before he had the opportunity to level it back at the encroaching horde of Jen'ari, the voice of the gunship pilot split through the sound of the fireteam's barrage.

<<Holy chit! Contact direct-- contact right on the damn gunship! He's got a damn sword! What the fu-->> The rest dissolved into a wet, choking gargle.

Augustus turned around in time to see the gunship behind his line lurch violently, arcs of blue lightning crawling across its cockpit. it began to spin in circles before plummeting from the sky, slamming into the ground in a plume of dirt and fire. He clenched his fist at his side. He didn't like watching his men die, but that is war. He was about to grab the shoulder of the exo-trooper next to him and have him come check out the crashed gunship before another voice cracked through the onslaught.

The dead scattered. Like ants from a disturbed nest or hornets spilling forth from a hive knocked to the ground, they broke away and became random. Some ran towards the troopers, erratic and frenzied. Most turned to the surrounding buildings and charged.

<Sir, the horde! It's splitting!> The exasperated voice of a lieutenant shouted.

Augustus looked over his shoulder. The Jen'ari had been a mindless tide seconds ago, but now their movements were coordinated, deliberate. Who was giving commands? He stood up a little, trying to get a better eye on the situation, he scanned the crowd before laying eyes on it: the towering, hooded figure, what Augustus wouldn't have known was called a Jen'koshū, a Dreadlord.

He looked back at the fallen gunship, then back at the Dreadlord, and then at the horde that was soon going to be here. He drew in a breath as he shouted at the E-Web crew, "E-Web! Target, between twelve and one o'clock! Tall, back of the horde, lay into that position now!"

The crew took a moment to find the mark before swiveling the heavy cannon. The gunner didn't let off the trigger, the barrel swept across the few zombies that were still running directly at them before sending a cascade of suppressive, and hopefully on-target fire at what Augustus believed to be the commander of the legion of the undead.

As the front thinned and fewer zombies pressed directly toward the line, Augustus cast one last look at the gunship wreckage. Smoke still poured from its hull as he thought to himself, I doubt a Sith would've died from that little of a fall. Clicking his tongue, he cycled through plans in his head. Textbook battlefield tactics worked against armies, not the undead; death meant nothing to them.

He walked over to the captain of his group of exo-troopers, and grabbed his shoulder, "Captain, start moving the troopers towards that fallen building on our eight. We need to get our backs against something solid; we do not want to be surrounded! Have the exo-troopers on the outside to cover our retreat, we can take more than a few bites; those soldiers in regular armor can't." Turning toward the wreck, he magnetized his rifle to his chest plate, checked his pistol's charge, and flexed the gauntlet-mounted vibroblade. Without looking back, he said, "Captain, take control of the fireteam. I'm going to deal with another thorn in our side. Keep them alive."

He began to run towards the ship after issuing his commands. He could hear the captain begin issuing the movement order as he switched to another channel connecting him directly to the two remaining gunships. "Gunship 2-2, continue on your strafing run. Target the buildings before hovering near that tower there--" His HUD pinged the location, marking the flanking position. "--I want that avenue locked down."

He skidded to a halt about thirty meters from the downed ship and leveled his rifle. He inched slower towards it, now not knowing where the enemy combatant had gone. "Gunship 2-3, I want you over the troopers. Give them everything you've got. Do not leave their sky. Copy?"

He heard the affirmatives from both gunships before lowering the volume of his own comms. He could still hear his troopers, but he needed to be more focused on the fight that was going to happen here. He continued to inch forward, watching all of his sectors.

Spoiler: TL;DR

• Gunship 2-1 goes down thanks to Hasuras Na-Gerra
• Augustus finds who he believes to be the 'Commander' and orders the heavy cannon to fire on it
• Augustus splits the party.
  • Augustus is going to directly engage Hasuras Na-Gerra.
  • Fireteam is beginning to tactically withdraw to a fallen building towards their eight o'clock, exo-troopers on the outside, stormtroopers on the inside.
• Augustus orders to two remaining gunships to 1. strafe and 2. protect the troopers as they move.
• Augustus nears the gunship crash

Spoiler: Theater of the Mind

Exo-Troopers Exo-Troopers Exo-Troopers
Exo-Troopers Stromtroopers Exo-Troopers

\/Moving back and to the left towards\/

Fallen Building
**Note - The Exo-Troopers are going to be thinned so they can surround the stormtroopers

 

[Barragh Nenn]

Location: Ore Conglomerate Mega-Tower rooftop
Allies: Imperial
Enemies: Sith; Velda Nar-Donna​

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It was actually quite a masterful parry, using his own weapon as an anchor point to manipulate his right arm back around and overtop of his left.

Effectively it stacked one arm overtop of the other, limiting the movements that Barragh could make however the Umbaran did not retreat. No, he'd push forward. Fighting on the inside was to his advantage.

As Velda Nar-Donna maneuvered his right arm upwards and back across to his left the Umbaran was already pushing towards her. Using his right foot, as he found himself leading with his left profile following the forwards pivot of that side he'd press her to take inches and maintain close proximity. Up close she'd be able to see the intensity of the amber shining in his eyes.

Crackling energy was heard. The Vibro-arbir's sizzled against the contact with her lightsaber.

He felt the force, gathering.

She lashed out with a wave of telekinetic energy. He acted simultaneous to this.

She'd performed an exceptional parry but she failed to see the danger that her trap presented.

With right arm over left Barragh's eyes narrowed, as the wave of telekinetic force washed out over him he disengaged his left Vibro-arbir from her lightsaber. The Parry had stacked his arms, one over the other limiting his leftwards motion from that side and trapping his right most weapon completely however the Vibro-arbir in his left hand was still free to maneuver left. It would cross his left arm underneath the right completely letting him fan it across to his right aiming to cut the blade across his opponents abdomen while also putting it line to contact her left hand.

Regardless Barragh had fanned his blade but was caught in the wash of telekinetic energy which would effectively lift him off of his feet with arms then flailing and hurl him backwards away from her.

He'd crash down across the permacrete unceremoniously near the edge of the Mega-Tower just as she'd predicted.

Groaning, his chest bruised from the hard impact of crashing down, he started to push himself up, his Shadowcloak spread around him after his fall slowly gathering and drawn back to him as an epicenter as he rose...

"Mmmmm."

...the sound was a thoughtful one and his eyes flashed.

He recollected himself then he rushed forward. Sprinting across the distance between them with his weapons poised to strike, his left arm tucked low with elbow to hip and the Vibro-arbir at height with his waistline whereas the other in his right hand extended towards her angling inwards and waver back and forth....

 

[Soah Ty’Jyn]

Objective I - Storm the Tower!
The Brosian Ore Conglomerate Mega-Tower
Interacting directly with: Kasir Dorran
Eventually: PT-45 "COWL"
Outfit: x Saber: x

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It hit her like a tremor through her skull.

One moment, she was stalking, weaving through quick steps in her attack, and the next, something slammed against the inside of her mind. Not pain exactly, or noise, but more like a disruption. As if teeth were grinding inside her thoughts, chittering with a frequency she couldn't pinpoint, but could feel gnawing where the Force once whispered.

Soah hissed, the sharp curve of her fangs flashing under her helm as she shook her head to try to knock it off.

The shadows across her back pulsed erratically, reacting to the interference like wounded animals, pushing against her armor and slinking through it as if threatening to pierce through it. Her connection to the Force slipped further, muting into this dull resonance. She blinked hard against the sensation, shaking her head as if her vision had blurred.

It didn't matter.

She was already lunging when the voidpike met her blade. The clash sparked against her saber as he twisted, redirected, and stepped into the spin. She felt it coming, but it was too late to dodge entirely, but not enough to stop.

The enhanced strike caught her in the back, just above the hip. Armor cracked. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, drove her to a knee with a snarled gasp. Pain flared sharp and hot across her side, and for half a second, the shadows faltered.

And then she heard Kasir roar.

Her head snapped around, eyes going wide, they landed on Kasir. His armor was torn as muscle, sinew, and bone twisted and contorted and elongated in a way Soah had never seen before. She was no stranger to shifting; her own feline form went through the same painful shift. But this... this was different. This was a winged, clawed creature with black fur and tendrils of white rising from a man she thought she understood.

Her breath caught.

This was the first time she'd really seen it, the thing that lived under all that calm and cold. She'd felt the edge of it before, in the shift of his scent, the way the air seemed to lean toward him. But now there was no veil. This was him unveiled, an apex predator in the raw, terrible, and impossibly captivating glory of what he was.

The fine fur at the nape of her neck stood on end. Every instinct told her to run, but she didn't. She knew. Despite the twisted power, the hatred seeping off him in waves -- it wasn't for her. It never had been.

The Sangnir had not turned his fury on her, no. That rage was for Imperial.

And that was all she needed.

While the beast took the center of the fight, Soah became the blade in the dark.

She used Kasir's forward momentum like a veil. The moment he drew attention, she vanished into the flank, low and fast, armor scraping rubble, every limb coordinated like a panther closing in from the brush. Her saber retracted with a hiss, and instead, her claws that could shred through Durasteel ejected from the armored glove and attempted to find purchase on the modular suppression grid where the aggravating interference was originating from.

Fully intending to cripple and maim and destroy that blasted machine.

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

Turning toward the wreck, he magnetized his rifle to his chest plate, checked his pistol's charge, and flexed the gauntlet-mounted vibroblade. Without looking back, he said, "Captain, take control of the fireteam. I'm going to deal with another thorn in our side. Keep them alive."

From the wreckage of twisted steel there strode a colossus, full seven feet was high and every inch armored in alchemical plate which gleamed a dull gold with the light of the gunship's fire. Here is one Gerra, son of the Vahla, here to break the worlds of lesser men. Wreathed in smoke, he limped, favoring his right side, dragging a warblade of immense proportions in one hand, bladetip trailing the ground.

Another craft hummed over head and the behemoth paused a moment, looking up into the sky. Gerra's eyes narrowed and in his off-hand he conjured an orb of lightning that crackled and condensed with spidering flickers of energy, then he hurled this ball of kinetite at the gunship as one might hurl a stone. Though this flew far further and with impossible strength, high up into the sky to strike at the gunship's engines. The kinetite exploded mid-air with a detonation like a thunderclap.

Turning his attention once more toward the ground before him, he found the shapes of these soldiers scurrying about, pulling back toward a building. Save a handful. One came toward him.

Gerra leveled his blade at the man who strode thus so boldly.

"I would know thy name before I slay thee," he rumbled.

Augustus Von Strauss

 

[Saltare Dothon]

Saltare charged forward, the Sith opposite him doing the same. The Sith trooper lunged forward, his knife in a forward grip, intent on skewering Saltare as he bashed him with his shield to keep him off balance. Saltare took the blunt hit from the shield, absorbing it as he twisted his body to alter the cut of the Sith's blade. It hit Saltare along his armored chest plates, scraping until it cut through the layer beneath his outer pectoral muscle. Not a deep gash, but it still hurt.

Saltare countered with a diagonal cut down through the Sith trooper's armor where the chest plates met the stomach plates. His blade sank deep, biting into the man's flesh, causing what could only be described as a mortal wound.

Saltare blinked. The man hadn't even tried to dodge it. He must have trusted his armor to take the hit, but unfortunately, his armor had failed him. Saltare wrenched his blade free as the Sith toppled over, muttering through his voice-comms as he fell.

"No..."

"Not yet..."

Saltare looked around as the remaining six Inferno members were close to finishing off the other Sith troopers. One Inferno member kicked one of them to the ground and snapped restraints on them as two of his troopers advanced toward another makeshift cover where a Sith trooper was hunkered down behind. Another Inferno member was getting the upper hand on the last standing Sith trooper while two more were advancing from the down Rancor as they had just extricated themselves from the mangled wreckage, both clearly wounded from the grenades which had impacted earlier.

A sonic BOOM echoed through the battlefield, followed by a bone-jarring impact as four human-sized pods impacted near Saltare's group. Their doors blew off, and more Sith troops advanced toward Inferno.

"Contact!" Saltare barked, "Cover-"

BOOM!

An impact so heavy it nearly knocked Saltare from his feet, cutting off his words as two larger pods impacted the earth just behind the Sith troop pods. Their doors blew off, feline-esque robots jumping from the pods. One headed toward the majority of Inferno's members, and the other? Running at full speed directly at Saltare.

"Engage! Engage!" Saltare snapped to his team, firing disruptor blasts at the beast as he brought his pistol out. They impacted, melting the metal and wiring that wound through the beast, causing huge gaps to appear in its side, but it continued its sprint. Saltare stood his ground, firing repeatedly, melting huge holes in it, but it wasn't enough.

It closed the distance and hit Saltare with the force of a tank at full speed, sending him flying across the battlefield. He hit the ground hard, his mind unable to even attempt to roll with the damage. His armor absorbed what it could, but Saltare felt ribs crack, and his HUD sounded alarms, an overlay of his body front and center on his HUD with red warning areas around his torso. Stems flowed through his system, halting the worst damage as bacta was injected into him.

Saltare rolled to his side, watching as the beast continued its charge toward him. He got up to an elbow, pointing his pistol and firing more disruptor shots. His pistol barked, the recoil throwing off his aim. Saltare brought the gun back onto target, his finger depressing the trigger-

KABOOM!

A TIE fighter screamed in from somewhere off to his right, its blasters impacting the beast's side as a follow-up missile detonated on it, ending its cybernetic life. Saltare chirped a thanks over the battle-net comm before rolling up on his side and evaluating the situation.

Inferno had brought down the other beast, and now they were in close quarters again with the new detachment of Sith troopers. Saltare got his feet under him and stood, stalking back toward the Sith troopers, ready to finish this fight.

IMPERIAL SECURE COMMS TERMINAL

:: INITIATING HOLO-LINK... ::
Attempting uplink with Inferno Squad Operative: "Beth"
--- ENCRYPTION HANDSHAKE SEQUENCE STARTED ---
... Signal lock pending ...
... Standby ...
WARNING: SIGNAL DEGRADATION DETECTED
Transmission unstable... awaiting response​

ENGAGING: Jacen Breska
ALLIES: Selrik Lorcas Ronhar Tane

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: 1 Hold the Tower
Equipment: Lightsaber - Sword - Dagger - Robes
Tags: Drystan Creed
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The lightning strike was avoided for the most part as His opponent dropped down, allowing the arcs scorch the wall instead. Darth Strosius let out a hissed sigh in disappointment but a glance downward brought Him just enough pause before He moved to make another strike. His opponent hadn't just dropped to dodge the worst of the lightning, he had moved to position himself right beneath His guard. A realization punctuated by the sound of a click and the release of the other man's sword from its scabbard.

His fangs ground together as He bit back a curse and reflexively stepped back, lowering His lightsaber and all but throwing down His sword in an attempt to intercept the deadly strike. One slash later and half of His sword's blade was clattering to the ground. Thankfully the only casualty of the strike, although some of His robe's more outermost adornments soon joined it on the floor. His gaze snapped to the oddly clad man and narrowed behind His mask, a growl worming its way between clenched fangs.

Darth Strosius dropped the useless hilt and lashed out with His lightsaber, a reflexive maneuver more so than anything as His now freed hand splayed wide. Metal screeched as it wrenched itself from the wall, floor, and ceiling, plates and wires buckling before being torn from their mountings by the will of the Sith Lord. A hail of shrapnel and debris was soon hurling its way towards His opponent as He reared back to thrust forward a stab towards the annoyance that had robbed Him of His other blade.

 

[Braith Achlys]

Objective: 1 (Storm the Tower)
Allies: The Sith Order
Enemies: The Imperial Confederation
Directly Interacting: Brent Warnel + Darth Virelia
Equipment: Golden Carapace (Armor) | Braith's Spear | Braith's Saberstaff

Bloodshot

Whether it was fire, movement, or grenades exploding somewhere in between, everything seemed to be moving too quickly. She wasn't here for Brent Warnel , at least not just him, and though he'd inconvenienced her, and they him, she doubted he was really here for either of the two of them, either. That being said she had her eyes trained on the second grenade that he'd lobbed her way, and while the first was clearly something other than a thermal detonator the other looked similar enough that she'd restrained herself from pushing further on the offensive in order to reach out with her hand instead. To them it might've looked like she was making a fruitless gesture for the detonator to stop in mid-air, in truth she'd created a convection of heat and consequently a current of air that pulled the fumes from the second grenade clean out of the hallway - not that she was too concerned about something toxic touching her lungs, there was another organ between those and the air that made her somewhat less likely to fall ill if it were poison or the like, but rather for the sake of Darth Virelia , who'd cut her binds just moments before.

The sudden closing of her hand, which made a fist, however, was exactly the kind of gesture it looked like.

The thermal detonator erupted and immediately blew through the section of the hallway in front of her, a distance slightly further away from the two of them that anything they'd deal with would probably be as a result of damage to the building rather than the weapon itself, which she was rather certain was what he had in mind to begin with. This was hardly the first explosion she'd dealt with, however, and she had a sinking feeling it wouldn't be the last one either. What should've been far more devastating than it was instead seemed concentrated, almost conically, towards the witch in a way that was certainly unnatural. Tutaminis was a skill that she'd hated making use of, in the rare instances she did, because of the level of focus it required of her and the precariousness it put her in during the off-chance she didn't make proper use of it right away. Energy pulled from one source and into another, particularly a body, was just as dangerous as the raw force from, say, an explosion or a lightsaber that would've torn through it anyway. It took a master of the force to understand how to direct that energy elsewhere, and what she considered quite the specialist to successfully not put that energy anywhere.

She was hardly the former, but most certainly not the latter.

Once again she'd been forced out of their dance, which was starting to look more like a duet than anything given how often she was pulled away, only this time she was dealing with something quite a bit more deadly than a simple net. Heat built up around her hand as it started to open, a red glow, almost like molten metal or slag, collected along the surface of her exposed skin as she pulled the energy from the thermal detonator's explosion. Electing to use the energy from the explosion through the environment wasn't an option, given how little of it that required to quickly spin out of control, but a more direct application of the force certainly was -- lightning erupted from the tips of her fingers that tore through the flooring and up and along the walls, raw energy constructed by the dark side quite unlike the actual natural flames she'd ignited and controlled earlier. If it hadn't looked like a warzone before it certainly did now.

The other two were just fortunate that, because of the orbalisks that clung to her body, Braith couldn't just let lightning course freely and into whatever she wanted which meant the three of them were not within striking distance of the arcs of electricity that carved themselves through portions of the building like erratic claws.

"Chit." She said from behind grit teeth, nearly winded from the rapid exertion of energy on her part. "I need to get out more."

 

[Koda Fett]

Sieliel Dimegor Bounty
​

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The maneuver paid off.

Green hued laser cannon fire streaked across the cockpit of the Spear III, striking across the shields of the craft once more. On the console dashboard, a red alert pinged and sounded a warning that the shields were under threat of faltering should any further fire crash into them. The bounty hunter piloting the craft redirected, re-angled and sunk lower into the smog of the blight that dug itself deep into the Brosi system's dying air.

Between two dilapidated ruins, barely standing in their slouched and leaning stances, threatening to groan and collapse beneath the weight of one another - a web of fleshy matter stretched out between them, holding them in place as if a man beneath with their weight bearing down on his shoulders. The Spear III, faintly seen through the thick and choking smog, made a head-on course for them.

Sieliel cut across the communications channel. Her voice seemed to echo inside the cockpit. It became a private line upon her abandonment, left to her devices and to fend for her right to survive. She could see, if not feel, that the line was open. Her words travelled across to the Spear III. The air was dead, the channel open, and yet her hunter did not deign to speak.

A hunter was quiet, a hunter was patient, and a hunter listened with anticipation to the futile resistance of their prey. It was not a sport, a game, but a way of life. In the pits of the galactic underworld, the bounty hunter crawled their way to infamy with the dried, hardened, and flaking blood of others beneath their nail. There was no attachment to the quarry, no motivation beyond the consuming notion of greed, and as one lashed out in rebellion, the hunter closed in with a cold and calculating methodology to their practiced motions.

A road tread a thousand times before, to be tread a thousand times more.

The Spear III rang out with cannon fire, red lights breaking through the smog and crashed into the crystalised webs of flesh and shattering them into crystalised shards in order to pass between the two buildings. Yet with their supports swept out from beneath them, they began to crack, then crumble, and fall to fill the space between them and crush what lay beneath it. Hunter raced through, only able to narrowly avoid what came tumbling down.

His voice cut across the comms at last, "Good luck."

 

[Tova Zyl]

Location:
Shoengen
Thread Objective: Storm the Tower
Mission Objective: Activate signal beacon
Entourage: Squad HVT-32
Callsign: Firecracker
Allies: Seraphina Pryde | "Whisper"
Opposition: Lysander von Ascania | Madrona A’Mia
Engaging: Lucette

The droids with their flame weapons started to make headway. Tova pressed forward, she wasn't sure if her short stature was an advantage or not in the current situation. One thing was for sure she was going to toss this armor and requisition a new set when this mission was done. As expected there were far more bugs than would be stopped, Tova felt impact against her armor. It held, but she just knew there was going to be plenty of big guts when she took a look.

Then it happened, Tova just knew it was going to get weird facing Sith, she just didn't know when or what. The first case was a visual parting of the bugs in the distance. Tova struggled to see through the swarm still surrounding her and then the swarm thinned. Not in a good way. Bigs started to explode, the concussion effect forcing Tova to her knees for a moment.

The Lannik's heart rate jumped for a moment. But Tova was more disciplined than to let the unexpected keep her from her mission long. She started to rise and took in the new situation. Now in the gap of buzzing insects was a young woman and two pets. Not the type of pet that Tova would keep, but this girl had to be a Sith.

A weapon lurched forward in the opponent's hands. Tova's HUD took a moment to assess the threat, twice as long as it should as the insect remains seemed to be doing a number on the optics. The weapon was a flamethrower, this was not good. Then the young woman spoke. Tova couldn't tell if it was just ritualistic Sith speak or if it was actually directed towards her. Her hand tightened on the handle of her rifle.

"I am a staunch soldier of the true Empire. I do not flail. I fight with strength and honor to fulfill my mission directive. What's with the flamey? I thought you Sith only used swords and magic." The question was not really expected to elicit a response. Sith it seemed were soldiers too and used the best weapon for a job.

As Tova's fingers twitched contemplating what her next move would be she caught the spinning halo of Knoght Pryde's weapon. This would distract their opponent at the least. With an unseen smirk, Tova reached behind her to retrieve a concussion grenade and tossed that at the girl across the battlefield, then she hit the dirt, rifle pointed at the Sith and her pets.

Even as she did that a sound came to her ears, another Sith entered the battle firing some projectile weapon. This one a young male. His attention seemed to be on the Imperial Knight. For the moment Pryde would deal with him and Tove would be on her own she assumed. Part of her knee this day would come, to be one on one with a Forcer. This was not going to be easy. But this was the mission and Tova would conquer.

Spoiler: Loadout

• NZ-HLR-330 Blaster Rifle
• G-2 Imperial Blaster
• FAE-A-11 Imperial Stormtrooper Armor
• explosives
• standard rations (3 days)
• Viral Suppressant

 

[Bella]

Location: Shoengen - Brosi
Thread Objective: The Battlefield is Constant Chaos
Mission Objective: Take out the cargo and logistics ships in the Sith fleet.
Allies: N/A
Enemies: Kaila Irons Tamsin Graves

Bella gave a sharp breath as the HEAT rounds were melted and vaporized by the enemy starfighter’s hull. Still, the Baroness didn’t panic or break off. Seeing the sparks of plasma in her viewport and the spikes in her sensors' energy readings, Bella realized quickly that whatever system it was that had intercepted her shots was active, rather than passive. Like energy shields, it needed power and thus, likely could not be maintained under sustained pressure.

At some point, it would break.

<<"Tamsiiin!">> she shrieked into the open mic.

So that was the name of the pilot whose craft she had struck down (or disabled) moments prior—Tamsin. Proof manifest that these ultra-resilient, hyper-advanced TIE/vn-derived Sith starfighters could in fact be broken.

Still drifting laterally through space, Bella held her breath as the Sith starfighter yawed around and pitched up to face her position, no doubt seeking out a cannon-based targeting solution. With their sudden deceleration, the Baroness saw that her opponent had surrendered virtually all of her energy (speed). Thus, Bella capitalized immediately, engaging her retro thrusters to bleed away some of the forward surge in a hard, gut-punch deceleration that made the harness squeeze against her ribs. It was just enough to arrest some, but not all of her forward momentum, so as to prevent a mutual joust. At the same time, she pulled back on the yoke, pitching her interceptor’s nose down towards the portside-forward quarter of the enemy craft, rather than holding the aggressive, yet suicidal nose-to-nose.

By that point, Bella had slipped into the enemy pilot’s low-port blind spot.

All the while, Bella activated the Phase Masque, a mental command willing it to life. Suddenly, her interceptor seemed to stutter and flicker through the void, its silhouette distorted in the manner of an ill-rendered hologram. In that, the Fairy became a phantom that refused to allow itself to be properly seen.

Then, came the roar. The SUPER-9 auxiliary boosters erupted in a primal scream as the Sith craft's turbolaser bolts tore through the void where Bella had been only a breath before. The interceptor darted sideways to Bella’s starboard (Kaila’s port) in a clean, lateral vector slide, the G-forces rattling the Togruta’s sharp canine teeth. The enemy starfighter’s gunline swept past empty black, the pilot's lead spoiled and overshot.

From there, Bella dove. The Aether Fairy’s black fangs sliced past the Sith starfighter’s portside wings, dropping under its belly so close that Bella could see heat distortions rippling off the TIE/vn-derived craft’s ion exhaust. The Baroness had spared the enemy pilot no mercy with the maneuver, forcing her to combine both yaw and pitch if she wanted to continue tracking.

Just before passing beneath the enemy craft's fuselage, Bella twisted her wrists. The Aether Fairy responded to the action immediately, snap-rolling 180° clockwise into an inverted orientation mid-pass, as the artificial horizon within the Baroness’ HUD spun into chaos. Simultaneously, she pulled back on the yoke in a smooth, predatory arc—pitching her interceptor’s nose “up” within her cockpit frame, but in truth swinging her craft up and behind the Sith starfighter as she emerged from underneath, positioning herself within its exposed tail vector.

The port-offset drop-through ended with a sharp exhalation. Bella’s HUD bloomed red as the Sith starfighter’s aft profile filled the forward targeting reticle. Main drives ignited with a snarl, the Fairy snapped into a pursuit vector with weapons primed to speak murder.

With a sound halfway between a purr and a growl, Bella laid on the guns, disruptors and autocannons unleashing four cyan-hued ionized disruptor lances and ten hypervelocity HEAT slugs aimed for the enemy craft’s ion engines within a split-second!

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: Aether Fairy

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Hull: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Armament
  
  • Light Cannon Hardpoint (4) - Wingtip
    
    • FAE/SW-19 Light Linear Motor Autocannon
    • FAE/SW-19 Light Linear Motor Autocannon
    • FAE/SW-15 Light Transcendent Disruptor Cannon
    • FAE/SW-15 Light Transcendent Disruptor Cannon
  • Missile Pod (2)
    
    • FAE/WH-05-S3 Universal Stealth Missile - Plasma Warhead (2)
    • FAE/WH-05-S3 Universal Stealth Missile - Concussion Warhead (1)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • NZ/BP-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol 'Pistis'
    
    • Attachments
      
      • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Ammunition
      
      • Power Cell (3)
      • Tibanna Gas Canister

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

• Bella engages the retro thrusters just enough to kill some of her forward closure, preventing a mutual joust while not arresting all of her momentum.
  
  • Simultaneously, Bella pitches nose down toward Kaila’s port-forward quarter instead of dead-center, slipping into her low-port blind spot.
  • All the while, Bella activates the Phase Masque, distorting her interceptor’s silhouette via the stutter module.
    
    • The stutter module effectively warps her silhouette to make it appear as if she is “lagging” or “stuttering” in an online video game.
• Bella engages the SUPER-9 auxiliary boosters, jerking her interceptor sideways to Bella’s starboard (Kaila’s port) in a lateral vector drift.
• Bella continues the pitch-down dive, her interceptor dropping toward Kaila’s underbelly from Kaila’s port-side angle.
• Just before and while crossing under Kaila’s fuselage, Bella rolls clockwise 180° (from her POV) into an inverted orientation.
  
  • As Bella rolls 180°, she pitches the nose up, pulling her nose towards Kaila’s vector.
• Bella finishes the underpass inversion behind and slightly below Kaila’s tail, now angling into a pursuit vector.
• Bella primes the main thrusters and locks guns on. She opens fire on Kaila’s ion engines, unleashing a burst of four hyper-ionized disruptor bolts and ten hypervelocity HEAT slugs within a split-second.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective III: Supporting the Wife
Allies: Fiolette Yvarro Darth Carnifex Elmindra Xitaar Darth Malum of House Marr
Enemies: Lord Rasnuhl Calin Rakel Ronhar Tane Squesha Marlon Sularen
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"He always did enjoy the thrill of being in the thick of it," she would reply quietly, watching the display as their oldest ally and his black fleet engaged directly. A whisper in the back of her mind drew her attention away momentarily, listening to the message from their eldest daughter. The Imperial Confederation had seen fit to strike across the entire region of the Holy Worlds and their absorbed cluster, and she had left Nerralyn in charge of the defense of Ziost.

"Nerralyn and the defenders on Ziost repulsed the initial attack," she said, opening her eyes again. "She's ordered a general evacuation of non-combatants and the students from the Academy just in case, and is digging in further on the planet for a second assault. She thinks droids will be next, considering the Imperials attacking were made... to see the error of their ways." The ritual she had used once before to defend the world of sorcery was still active, and now she was curious if there any differences between the Sithspawn created from the Imperials from this confederation and those once created by the Alliance and those that followed Tavlar.

She could feel the upheaval on Brosi as her wife prepared to launch her plan, but she couldn't stop herself from admiring Fiolette being in full uniform yet again. The battle was well and truly engaged on the world, and she could feel... tension in the Force, like something was tearing at the very fabric of reality. A slow smile started to form as she recognized the feel of a Force Storm at work somewhere in the system, spawned by a familiar presence.

"This really does feel like the 860s all over again," she said, looking over her wife's tactical display. She noticed the ship fielded by Malum and her eyebrow rose. "Forgive me, the 840s since someone brought a museum piece. I think the last time I saw one of those on any tactical readout was fighting against the First Order and the ones Cyrus refitted there."

Considering her wife's comment on what she might unleash, "Well, I could summon some Star Hosts to tear apart their ships and disgorge a horde onto the world to support the rest of our forces in theater," she said, considering the options. But she liked another option even better as she pulled out a small crystal from her robes, a singular drop of shifting and writhing liquid contained within it.

"But I think another animation ritual might be far worse for these confederates," she continued, the drop of pure Force energy stolen from the Wellspring pulsing, as though it knew what it was about to be used for.

 

[Velcarin]

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Brosi, Corporate Sector, Outer Rim Territories;
Thandon Star Cluster;
THE NASCENT IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION!
Tag: Varin Mortifer

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OBJECTIVE II.

Equipment:

• Inquistorious MK1 'Menasor' Armor.
• ABC - Aerosolized Bacta Cannister.
• NZ All-Purpose Viral Suppressant Type II.
• Lightsaber.

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"....That was simply…delicious…"

The blue cold focused gaze of Velcarin widened slowly at the voice. Her concentration was broken, and the Force energy her dissipated. As it did it was like the battle faded out and she was taken into a different place. The moans, screams and gnawing of the dead hoard went away. Explosions, turret fire and blasters went with them. So too did the pitch of TIE fighters as they danced and weaved in the Sith airspace against their foes.

Somewhere in the off-drop a Firespray was hunting for a ghost, and the last of a noble line made their last stand. Old comrades from a forgotten war were inexplicably drawn into fighting one another in the nearby OreDuke tower. Shoegen burned. It all was gone in a moment. Still there, of course, but no longer of importance to the manifestation taking place before the Inquisitor.

Her opponent was transformed.

"I think we need a bit of privacy in this ring."

In the centre of the ring of fire, Velcarin saw the wings grow, and the emergence of a beast. Iganati. She stared back at it as those blood lusted eyes fixated themselves upon her. Widened eyes cooled back into a focused glare, and the hum of her Lightsaber was a comfortable weight in her left palm.

Focusing on the force, using her precognitive abilities to time herself, Velcarin stepped to the side as Varin burst forth to punch her. In the same movement, she performed a disarming slash at the elbow to cut his arm into two.

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