Invasion All Your Base Are Belong To Us! | TIC Invasion of SO Held "Thandon Star Cluster" Superhex

[Eira Dyn]

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Location: Brosi
Objective: 1 - Protect the tower!
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol, mask
Outfit: Assassin Attire
Tag: Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory

The admittance of the second kill being sloppy was an interesting remark that Eira was not expecting since few were willing to admit their faults and fewer still were happy when others confronted such failures. Eira was not someone who enjoyed admitting when she was wrong so seeing another do so gave a level of respect that Eira had not been prepared to give. If this infiltrator could admit to their flaws, then they were more interesting and wiser than Eira had given initial credit towards.

Which meant reassessing the fight and the skills that her opponent may have. There were likely more tricks and attacks that a simpler mind would not be focusing on. Tactics too advanced.

Her plan had some effect but was not as skilfully executed as the assassin had desired. She had to reload her pistol and used the Force to pull the dagger back into her hand. Eira had spotted that her opponent dove under the table and she was getting ready to rip the table away with the Force before shots came out of the table. Fortune favoured Eira in that moment since most missed her, allowing the Sith assassin to away behind a pillar but there was a sharp intake of breath. Her left calf was scorched by grazing shots of the blaster. Eira cursed herself for being too slow, as well as not having learned the necessary skills to make a blaster useless against her.

The skin was burning, searing in pain but the pain was fuel. It was power. She took the self-hatred in her failures, the pain of the injury and she let it burn in the Dark Side for her. Burning as intensely as the young assassin could, she spun out of cover, squatting low as she extended a hand. From her fingertips, Force Lightning of a deep purple colour launched itself right at the spy. Eira was utilising everything she held in emotionally to weaponize against the other woman. To inflict pain worthy of delicious screams Eira wished to hear.

Thoughts on stopping any hacking attempts were quickly fading from her mind as Eira focused more of exacting hurt on Amalia.

 

[Her]

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Brosi, Corporate Sector, Outer Rim Territories;
Thandon Star Cluster;
THE NASCENT IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION!
Tags: Allyson Locke | Xeykard | Hacks

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OBJECTIVE I.

Equipment:

• PhantomSkin Nullsuit.
• Sithspawn Revitalization Projector [SRP-7].
• Ufo.
• Portable Dampening Field [PDF].
• The Cone of Silence.
• DSDT Program.
• ABC - Aerosolized Bacta Cannister.
• NZ All-Purpose Viral Suppressant Type II.
• HERA- DSOM/RQ [Direct Central Operating System] A.K.A The Red Queen.
• BN-IV Nerve Agent.
• Lightsaber (curved hilt).

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THE OREDUKE TOWER.
LEVEL 43.

"Haven't heard that in a while... You know, you're lucky you spoke up when you did. I was going to open the door myself and swiftly finish off what I started."

Beneath the veneer of all-out war between the nascent Imperial Confederation and this decadent Eleventh Sith Empire, Her could barely make out what Captain Locke was saying on the other side. In the din of Shoegen's destruction she also heard the Red Queen trying to communicate through the ear-plug dangling from their ear but Her was not listening to the AI now.

It was as The Nomad had once taught her on Kalist.

Learn to trust your feelings, and allow them to guide you.

"I will warn you, depending on your answer — I might still follow my orders…"

You were always a good soldier.

"I promise, I'll make it fast and you won't feel anything."

A small mercy for someone like me.

Her lowered her good hand to the utility belt around her waist and produced the N&Z Viral Suppressant that had been manufactured as part of Project Tion as the hand-selected members of the Imperial remnants had been put into action to prepare for this all-out assault on the Thandon Star Cluster.

There was a pause- much longer than it should have been- as the Dark Lord took the time to breathe in the fumes of the suppressant to counter-act the Cantorian Blight which had ruined Brosi forever. As the tension built between them, Her lifted her gaze back to the blast door to at last respond while white wisps of the viral counter-agent were exhaled through the slits of her nose and mouth as she spoke to the woman on the other side.

"I still think of that day on Coruscant," Her said as she pressed her body up against the blast door and spoke to an old comrade from the One Sith Wars. "Dreaming about Sochi Ru. We were meant to meet on that day. As her Padawan learner I had just passed my trials set to become a Knight of the Republic. I thought she would be proud. But I never got to find that out."

"We never got to see each other again."

The Force flowed through the area as the undercover Dark Lord spoke about the past. Visions of Sith Star Destroyers appearing from no-where raining fire upon the city below. The Jedi Temple crumbling. Senate spires falling. The end of democracy in the Core Worlds.

History was repeating itself.

"I remember you," Her said as she rolled onto her back and looked up at the darkened ceiling above accompanied by the sounds of a world being destroyed by disease and weapons of terror. It was all her fault. As she stood there the Nullsuit continued to blend in with the surroundings. Only something like a cybernetic enhancement would allow someone to meet their target. The wound on her shoulder was numb now.

Just like her.

"When it was clear that we had lost there was a sound for evacuation. I did not want to go. They were taking- no, not taking- they were destroying my home. But we had no choice. I still dream about that. Sometimes I hear your voice coming through the comms as we evacuated who or what we could find."

Her turned her gaze to look about. She was trapped. Injured. This looked like the end unless she could persuade the person on the other side not to kill her. After all this blast door wasn't going to last forever. Eventually one or the other side would win. They could claim what was left of the planet, and whoever was the victor, they would kill one woman or the other. Allyson also had tricks to get past it. Perhaps she wasn't lying about this being a small mercy.

"As I stand here trying to wrap my head about my would-be murderer being Captain Locke I confess that I cannot get my head around it..."

It has been over fifty-years since the fall of the Galactic Republic. One of it's destroyers was in orbit of Brosi right now. Fighting the Imperial remnants that Her had pitted against them to destroy their stranglehold over these Outer Rim systems. A revenge tale half-a-century in the making set to be decided by an old friend.

"...Why are you fighting for them, Captain?"

Democracy fell. The dark-side is resurgent. It was then like it was now.

"Are you on their side now, Allyson?"

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[Spencer Varanin]

//: Onrai //:
//: Objective 3 //:
//: Attire //:

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Spencer ignored the noise.

It wasn't worth her attention.

Onrai felt the need to justify herself to the Mother. If she truly believed herself divine, why did she need validation?

Those with real power didn't explain themselves. They didn't posture or plead. Power was always a contest — between those born to lead and those who needed power to feel important.

Spencer allowed herself a small smile. Onrai had always been the latter.

When they first met, she was already grasping at power—never enough, never satisfied.

It seemed she had finally figured out how to gain a fraction of it.

"I once respected you as well, but..." Spencer exhaled as she pushed deeper into the Phobis Core, letting more of her energy feed the anti-Force field.

The energy multiplied rapidly, and Spencer gave herself to it completely — serving as a conduit to fuel the storm building in the space around them and around Brosi.

"Eventually, I felt sorry for you. I pitied you. When Ashin said you'd found your place, I was happy for you." Her voice was calm, even like a parent trying to explain a hard truth.

"And this is what you think your purpose is? Erasing everything you were to become a copy of something that was never real. And then you say I'm the same?"

Her eyes narrowed. The air around her thickened as her Force presence grew, years of cultivation pouring into the Core. She didn't need to announce herself—the truth of who she was filled the space without effort.

"I am exactly what my wife and I always knew I would become. That's not your concern."

The Force Crush had shifted — no longer centered on the ship. It served only as a distraction now, keeping Onrai concerned for her crew's safety. The actual target was the meditation sphere — where Onrai's ethereal projection was focused. Spencer could feel it: the pressure mounting, cracks forming in the woman's mind.

"I'm done wasting my time with you."

She pressed the full weight of the gathered energy into the sphere. She stayed anchored through flow-walking, her mind and spirit moving through time and space, but even she could feel the strain.

She didn't feel free. Her body was heavy, worn from the effort.

But this was where she made her stand. She never fully aligned with Sith teachings. Truthfully, she rarely agreed with anyone in the galaxy. But she accepted differences. War was inevitable. The peace that sometimes followed made it worth enduring.

Onrai didn't represent peace. She represented unchecked destruction, a game of manipulation with no purpose beyond chaos.

Spencer wouldn't allow it to continue.

She still loved the children of the galaxy — even with all their flaws, even Onrai.

Above, a violent storm surged into existence. The Force bent and rippled, colliding with the anti-Force in a sudden release of power. Thick bolts of crimson tore through the void, and with them came the slow formation of something worse: a vacuum, pulling against the fabric of space itself.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Her reaction was quicker than Ignati thought, and his hubris was showing. If Varin had remained in control then this predicament would have been avoided. Almost as if it were in slow motion for him, the blade rushed towards his arm, with the speed of a blur he just within the nic of time was able to draw his arm away from the blade. But the blade was closer than he thought. Cooking, carving away part of his armor and badly burning his arm. He let out a blood curdling yell of pain. Backing off to gain some distance and reassess his wounds he held his wounded arm, shaking from the pain.

She was faster than what he thought, and the very fact that he let his guard down so much, it angered him. He growled in her direction.

“You insolent thing!”

His breathing was coarse, raspy and rough.

“I will make you suffer!”

Ignati instantly knew what he was going to do, but the cost was very, VERY high. He snarled at her and ripped off his mask. Lightning arced between his teeth as he let out a yell. Within a very violent and quick burst, red lightning shot forth from his mouth and directly at Velcarin. The singing pain in his jaw caused him to reel back as the burst of lightning flew forth.

Get a hold of yourself!

Varin yelled desperately into his head.

We aren’t ready for that!

Blood flowed forth from Varin’s jaw as his force healing began to cauterize and rebuild his flesh.

“I will make this battlefield your tomb!”

Velcarin ​

 

[Elmindra Xitaar]

OBJECTIVE 3
OUTER RIM | STYGIAN CALDERA | DOSTRA SYSTEM | BROSI

The Asteroid Field
Captain Rowyna Galeway | Admiral Squesha | Vice Admiral Calin Rakel | Lord Rasnuhl​

Elmindra scowled at the tactical readout when it became clear that her bombers and Hammers failed to prevent the enemy interdictor from executing their plan. It appeared she had underestimated their ability to coordinate and their willingness to sacrifice themselves. Despite her seething, she found solace in knowing the pincer maneuver her opponent thought they had so flawlessly executed would be countered by the lurking fleet of Darth Malum of House Marr .

"Remaining bombers and Hammers continue to harrow that Interdictor. I want it gone." Elmindra snapped.

A storm seemed to be brewing in the void near Brosi’s orbit like a thing alive, dragging light and shadow into violent rotation. Elmindra's eyes glinted in admiration at the display of raw Force power—the divine signature of Sith mastery in motion. She did not know which of her Sith comrades might have conjured such an anomaly but regardless it pleased her.

Through the Force, she could feel her apprentice, Naamino Zuukamano , as he commanded his squadron in defense of the ore mines.

“Deploy another two squadrons—one heavy and one interceptor—to the surface to support Ghoul squadron,” she ordered as her keen eyes flicked over the central command display.

The telemetry and targeting data from the Commonwealth ships filtered in. A deluge of information, refined through their sensor suites and paired with her own fleet's data, began to unveil the prime targets for her weapon of mass destruction.

Meanwhile, the Commonwealth fleet had pulled deeper into the asteroid field below, repurposing asteroids as weapons, launched by repulsor pulses. One by one, the massive space rocks tumbled back toward the pursuing enemy fleet with enough kinetic force to batter shields and perhaps even crack hulls, turning the battlefield into a deadly field of drifting debris and sabotage.

"Target lock confirmed," spoke her gunnery officer. "Enemy star destroyer positioning to screen pursuit ships against the Dark Lord. We have alignment."
"Get into position and fire when ready," Elmindra commanded, her blood lust carving a wicked smirk along her lips. "Steer for full visual on the target."

Mist Wraiths—part.

She did not speak the last command aloud.

Through the Force, her will lashed out, lancing into the ethereal minds of the Jen'Quazoi. They responded with perfect obedience, the shroud of eldritch fog splitting like torn silk to reveal the monstrous barrel of The Omen's axial cannon. Her ship groaned like a slumbering god disturbed from rest, and then the hum of concentrated energy began its crescendo. Amaranth crystals pulsed with warped light, channeled up through the belly of the suta-class battlecruiser as the energy gathered. Force-fed through energy regulators and reactor banks, the power multiplied—tenfold—fifteenfold—

Twentyfold.

The shot was not fired. It was released—a supermassive lance of condensed energy, tractor-guided, its core sheathed in a halo of absolute annihilation.

It screamed across the battlefield, tearing a path through the void, space itself bending around the bolt as it surged toward the enemy star destroyer, obliterating smaller craft unlucky enough to be in the line of fire.

In the wake of the axial cannon’s blast, the enemy's trap came swiftly. Cruisers microjumped into position above the asteroid field, launching discord missiles and opening up with turbolasers on Elmindra’s fleet. It would be difficult to target her ships with laser fire through the Mist Wraiths, and what did make it through would be dispersed, misdirected, or fed into the Diatium Capacitance Arrays, empowering The Omen's core reactor further.

The discord missiles appeared to be cleverer. Though many were shot down by the interceptors’ and heavy fighters’ defensive fire, some slipped through. Buzz droids leapt from shattered capsules and latched onto the battlecruiser and Harrowers, carving, drilling, maiming.

"Fighters and Harrowers, engage enemy cruisers," she ordered. "And bring The Omen's defensive weapons online as soon as possible."

Two Jen'Quazoi. The order was a hiss in her mind. Disperse from my shadow and feast.

Like specters uncaged, the selected Wraiths uncoiled and poured up toward the enemy cruisers. Fog twisted through their ranks, whispering lies and conjuring fear. Inside bridge decks, lights flickered. The organics within the crew would be targeted with hallucinations of their own ships and other crewmen turning against them while voices not their own screamed in their minds.
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Forward Battlefield
Darth Carnifex | Vice Admiral Calin Rakel​

The pulse of his power resonated like an avalanche. Even from afar, Elmindra could feel him—Carnifex, the Eternal Father, carving a path of dread with his singular warship, surrounded now by TIEs. A lesser being might worry. Elmindra did not.

The Rogues and strike frigates she'd sent ahead performed their dance admirably. They surged forward, fast and fearless, forming a firing line between Carnifex's ship and the encroaching swarm. They wove through the fray, guns blazing in orchestrated bursts.

Some of her ships fell. EMPs burst against hulls—circuits fried, engines died—and the crippled husks drifted amidst the slaughter. But Carnifex altered reality itself around him, bending missiles to collide with their siblings, warping trajectories with a mere flex of will. His wrath was a wall, and her Rogues had made it thicker still.

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The Invictus
Lord Rasnuhl​

On the other side of the battlefield, The Invictus fought tooth and talon. Captain Maj's microjump had given him an edge—but the backlash was immediate. Flak guns peppered his shields while dozens of TIEs, droid gunships, and vulture droids poured in from all angles, rocketing through space like a nest of wasps loosed.

The Invictus’ particle shields held. Barely. Maj’s own fighters—superior in craft and training to the droid ships—fought with desperate precision, but the swarm was too large. Even the Invictus's own impressive armaments were showing less effect against the enemy cruisers’ defenses.

A tight beam transmission was sent to The Omen, encrypted and bearing Captain Maj’s signature.

"Invictus to Omen. Engaged and encircled. Heavy flak. Droid swarm pressing—enemy shielding reinforced. Permission to request immediate reinforcement from the reserve fleet."

Elmindra nodded, as though he could see her approval across the void.

"Permission granted. Maintain position, Captain," she ordered. "I will not permit your fall."

The Invictus’ next transmission was long range, sent across the system to where the reserve ships lay in wait, prepared to jump in and support at a moment’s notice.

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The Storm
Spencer Varanin​

All the while, the storm raged near Brosi's orbit and a rift began to churn into being within it—a black wound in the very fabric of space, its edges cracking with crimson lightning. The Force itself seemed to shutter and moan as the boundary between reality and its antithesis thinned. Fortunately, the enemy fleet stood between the Sith vessels and the vacuum forming in the void so they would be the first to contend with its pull.​

Spoiler: FLEET COMP

The Asteroid Field | Captain Rowyna Galeway | Admiral Squesha | Vice Admiral Calin Rakel | Lord Rasnuhl

VESSEL	SHIELDS	HULL
The Omen	95%	100%
Harrower-class Cruiser	85%	95%
Harrower-class Cruiser	85%	95%
Harrower-class Cruiser	85%	95%
	REMAINING	TOTAL
Sion-class Heavy Starfighter [7 squads of 12]	82	84
Ragnos-class Interceptor [7 squads of 12]	80	84
Caldoth-class Bombers [7 squads of 12]	79	84
Baron-Class Gunship "Hammer" [2 sqauds of 8]	16	16

Forward Battlefield | Darth Carnifex | Vice Admiral Calin Rakel

VESSEL	SHIELDS	HULL
Vodal-class Strike Frigate [blackout from EMP]	0%	70%
Vodal-class Strike Frigate	50%	100%
Vodal-class Strike Frigate	70%	100%
Vodal-class Strike Frigate	75%	100%
	REMAINING	TOTAL
Jaw-Class Gunship "Rogue" [2 squads of 8]	10	16

The Invictus | Lord Rasnuhl

VESSEL	SHIELDS	HULL
The Invictus	30%	100%
	REMAINING	TOTAL
Ragnos-class Interceptor [2 squads of 12]	18	24

Spoiler: FLEET ACTIONS

The Asteroid Field | Captain Rowyna Galeway | Admiral Squesha | Vice Admiral Calin Rakel | Lord Rasnuhl

• Bombers and Hammers continue to harrow Squesha's interdictor
• Deployed two more squadrons of Interceptors to Brosi to aid Naamino Zuukamano
• Received telemetry and targeting data from the Commonwealth, targeted Calin Rakel 's Unto The Breach with The Omen's axial cannon and fired.
• Harrower's shields impacted by Lord Rasnuhl 's laser fire while hulls are being damaged by buzz droids.
• The Omen's defenses are enough to rebuff most of Rasnuhl's cruisers' attacks. Defensive weapons are coming back online but are delayed due to axial cannon.
• Fighters, Harrowers and Jen'Quazoi attack Rasnuhl's cruisers.

Forward Battlefield | Darth Carnifex | Vice Admiral Calin Rakel

• Rogue and strike frigates form a firing line between Carnifex's ship and the encroaching TIEs. Some are damaged and some are destroyed by Rakel's TIE missiles.

The Invictus | Lord Rasnuhl

• The Invictus and fighters take heavy fire but stand their ground and call for back up from reserve fleet.

 

[Aerik Lechner]

LOCATION: Mega Tower [Service Tunnel headed to the Main Floor]
OBJECTIVE: Storm the Tower
GOALS: SABOTAGE!
TAG: Naedira Darcrath | OPEN

Aerik’s eyes flicked to the ceiling again as another dull boom rolled through the tunnel, rattling loose more dust. His ears were already ringing from the earlier detonations, but he could still hear the faint metallic groan of the structure above them like it was trying to decide whether to hold or give way. He swallowed, forcing the breath she told him to take.

It was not easy.

Not with everything pressing in on him.

He wanted to ask her if the noise was getting closer, or if she thought they’d have enough time, but he knew what the answer would be. He didn’t need that right now. Instead, he nodded, more to himself than to her, and focused on the rhythm she’d told him to find.

"Let it pass through. Don’t chase it," he repeated under his breath.

The scent of dust and oil filled his nose. He pushed the wolf back, kept its hackles from rising. This wasn’t a hunt—there was no point in trying to bare teeth at the sound of distant artillery.

A part of him wished his father could have taught him how to handle this—how to stay centered when the world felt like it was about to collapse. But the Academy on Jutrand hadn’t allowed that. Whatever his father knew, whatever lessons he might have shared, they were locked away behind rules that had kept Aerik learning from everyone but him.

Still, he was grateful that his mother was here now, showing him how to cope when it mattered most. Her voice, steady and unshaken, cut through the noise better than any lesson in a classroom ever could.

The scent of dust and oil filled his nose. He pushed the wolf back and kept its hackles from rising. The sound overhead was not hunting them, so there was no point in trying to bare teeth at the sound of distant artillery.

He didn’t need her to finish the thought.

The pounding above wasn’t random anymore. It was steady, deliberate, like something was working its way toward them. He could picture the earth giving way, the tunnel filling with dirt, metal, and fire. If it wasn’t the collapse that killed them, it would be the enemy pouring in after.

That reality settled in his chest like a weight, but it didn’t paralyze him. If anything, it made him move faster. She didn’t need to tell him twice. They were running out of time.

“Yeah… got it,” he answered, stepping toward the panel she’d indicated.

He knelt, running his fingers over the edges like she’d shown him before, testing the metal for give. His pulse was still too fast, but his hands weren’t shaking. That was something.

He took the final spike and set it into place, glancing up at her just once before driving it in with controlled pressure. The clang echoed down the service tunnel, loud enough that he winced, but the panel loosened just the way it was supposed to.

“Let’s make it quick,” he said, voice low but steady. “If we’re going up there, I’d rather not still be in the hole when the next one hits.”

The thought tightened his jaw, but it also pushed him to act. Without waiting for her to prompt him again, he stepped to the trap door, bracing one hand against the wall as he crouched to find the recessed latch. The metal was cold under his fingers, grit clinging to the edges, but he hooked it anyway and began to work it open slowly and carefully. He eased it up just enough to test for resistance or noise. Every inch felt louder than it should have, and he kept his breathing steady, listening for any sound from the floor above.

“All clear,” he said to his mother before pushing the door all the way open. “And I remember, stay to the shadows, as best as I can.”

This time Aerik was going to lead the way.

 

[Kaila Irons]

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

Location: Brosi, Entering low orbit
Wearing: Armor
Flying: 'Dûr'ashaarai' Starfighter
Tag: Bella Tamsin Graves Arbiter Jacen Breska Quinn Varanin

The starfighter spun uncontrollably.

It painted green streaks across the void, Ronin-1's turbolasers spraying unpredictably as the beast seized in pain. Shields flickered, Inertial compensators came and went, throwing Anathemous around the cockpit.

Darkness.

She felt weightless now, otherworldly. unreal.

Light.

Red, flickering in soft rhythm.

"Mngh."

Warmth.

Trickling down the inside of her mask.

Kaila slumped forward in the cockpit, the straps biting into her bodyglove. Her eyes slowly peeled open and the first thing she saw was red. Not the emergency light accompanied by muffled warnings, but droplets of blood pooling in the corner of her visor. Finally with a pained wheeze, her hand fell limply against the controls, gloved fingers clawing for purchase.

Pushing herself upright, the entire viewport was swallowed by distant clouds and fires, growing much too close.

Brosi awaited her below.

Ronin-1 was trailing blackened smoke from it's twin ion-engines, one afire and the other sputtering uselessly.

Try as she might, Kaila could not fight gravity's pull, only steer the angle from which she fell. It was just as she told Rinea ;

"I don't mean to alarm you, it's just a fact. One lucky bomber, a crashing starfighter or dropship."

It wasn't her fault, it could have happened to anyone no matter their power. War was the great equalizer where all men could die, and she had been shot down before she ever made planetfall, without having ever looked her foe in the eye. Now her viewport was being swallowed by fire, atmospheric friction beginning to take her as she entered low orbit.

<<"...amnthmms...">> she coughed some gibberish into the open comms.

<<"...Anathemous... going down... coordinates to... follow...">>

Her hand fell away from the comm-switch, and she elbowed the large red SOS activation next to her.

And then she sat back, closing her eyes again. Because this was a Dûr'ashaarai starfighter, there was no ejecting. The pilot goes down with her ship, whether she survived the crash or not was in the hands of fate.


"...I tried..."

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[Gerwald Lechner]

Allies: Srina Talon | Darth Caedes | Revna Marr | Elmindra Xitaar | Zal Aditi | Madrona A’Mia
Enemies: The Lord of Hunger
Equipment: Lord Commander Armor | Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne
| Strømafbryder​

The air thickened with the reek of ash and the sour burn of gas that hissed from the ruptured ground. Through the din of the battle, Gerwald felt her. The voice of Revna Marr pressed into his mind through the Force, sharp and urgent. Please hurry Gerwald. Distract this fething monster… I do not know how long I can keep doing this.

Her warning carried the weight of someone standing at the edge of collapse, and it quickened his pace. Before he could answer, another presence reached for him. Srina. No words, no ornament, only the pressure of her will behind the command she had given him earlier. She had never needed to waste breath telling him twice. She knew he would do as she asked.

<<Always,>> he sent back through the bond he shared with Srina Talon , the word carrying the meaning it always had. It was not simply agreement. It was a vow. He would hold the line for her, for the ritual, for the Sith gathered here.

The figure at the center of the disruption drew his focus. The Lord of Hunger stood with one arm raised toward the ritual, gauntlet alive with a sickly green light that pulsed like an open wound. Gerwald felt its pull at once. The Force was being drawn into it, drained from those guarding the Seed. Revna’s own hunger flared against it, an answering tide that pushed back with unnatural strength. The collision of those two forces warped the air and frayed the edges of the ritual.

If Credius continued unchallenged, Revna would be left to bear the full brunt of it. That could not happen.

The surviving Sceleratis advanced, servos whining under the strain as the Verpine handcannon leveled at Gerwald’s midsection. The muzzle flashed in rapid bursts, Force Breaker rounds tearing across the fractured ground. Gerwald shifted his stance, hammer haft sliding through his gauntlets as he twisted into a guarded sweep. One round rang against the hammer’s head in a sharp metallic crack. Another sparked against the torn dirt where his leg had been a moment earlier.

The Force Drain deepened. It was not just a sensation on the skin but a pull from the core, as if invisible hooks were anchored in his bones and dragging the strength from them. Each breath felt heavier. Every movement had to fight against a tide that tried to empty him. His eyes fixed on The Lord of Hunger , the source of the draw. The Lord of Hunger stood with the sickly green glow of the gauntlet feeding on everything it could touch.

The droid was in his way, but Credius was the goal. Gerwald let the hammer drop low, then drove it in a horizontal arc toward the Sceleratis. If the blow landed, the force of it could knock the machine off balance and toward the jagged fissure to his right. The path would be clear.

The pull sharpened. Gerwald forced his will into the channel between them, pushing raw intent into the current. He did not only resist. He tried to shove the feeding back into Credius, to fracture the grip that was bleeding the field of its strength.

He stepped into the attack, ash swirling around his boots. The hammer came up, the head rising in a calculated arc toward the gauntlet. The blue crystals set into the surface caught the light. They resisted any hold the Force might try to gain, slipping free from the grasp of telekinesis that Jedi or Sith could use to slow a weapon. Against most opponents, the hammer cut through invisible barriers without slowing, and only a solid defense could stop it.

Gerwald drove the strike with his full weight. He pictured the hammer breaking through whatever shield Credius held and smashing into the source of the drain. He wanted the impact to send the figure backward, to break his focus, to give Srina, Caedes, and Revna the time they needed to keep the ritual intact.

Out of the corner of his vision, Gerwald caught the faintest movement of Darth Caedes lowering the Seed into the wounded earth. The ritual was reaching a point where interruption would be costly, perhaps impossible to recover from if Credius succeeded. The weight of that realization pressed against him more than the drain that clawed at his own strength. This was no longer about simply holding the line. If the Lord of Hunger pushed through now, everything they had done would unravel. Gerwald set his feet and shifted his grip, driving the fight forward with renewed purpose. Credius could not be allowed another breath’s worth of focus.

Every step forward was a battle against the pressure pulling at him. Somewhere beneath the cracked streets, in the black void of the pit, something moved. It brushed against his senses like a shadow just out of sight. He kept his attention on Credius. Nothing else mattered. If he could cut off the feeding, the ritual would hold. If the ritual held, the Sith would win Brosi.

 

[Lucette]

[RATATATA]

Allies: Lysander von Ascania | Madrona A’Mia
Opponents: Seraphina Pryde
Targeting: Tova Zyl
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The grenade arced toward her, a dull, unremarkable little thing, ugly in its utility. Lucette's head tilted with quiet curiosity. She didn't flinch, didn't even step aside. Instead, her hand flicked upward, fingers curling in a lazy spiral. The weapon froze mid-air, suspended like a bauble on invisible string. "Oh, how kind, you brought me a gift."

Her voice carried through the air. Mirage Mittens ghosted closer, their displacement fields bending the air into water shimmers. One of her creatures let out a screech, another shrieked almost in a mocking manner. Lucy twirled the grenade with a twist of her wrist, letting it spin slowly, sunlight flashing across its casing. "Not my usual color palette, but-" she lobbed it upward with a snap of her fingers. It detonated harmlessly above them, the shockwave puffing her hair back in a tousled look. Smoothing out her hair, Lucy continued, "it has presence. I approve of the gesture.... "

Lucy tried to find some marking of rank, "Imperials always so confusing in their heirarchy, what are you? Private? No, no, no." She tisked, "a private would've started shooting without introducing themselves." A beat, "an officer would still be talking." Another moment, "ah perhaps someone who works for a living?" A smirk, "well at any rate... I suppose we should proceed."

After all the creature before her would make an excellent test subject. Her eyes flicked over Tova's stance, rifle grip, the set of her jaw. Lucy smiled like she was grading an exam. "Oh you must be one of those, devoted to strength, honor, and mission directives about all else... how quaint." She held a predatory smile, smirk, really. "You are going to be deliciously interesting to take apart."

And then, almost conversationally, "you keep the rifle." She smirked, "I'll keep the flamey, let's see whose method is more persuasive." The flamethrower's hiss rose, mingling with the low, predatory growls of her companions as she let the flamethrower roar toward her opponent.

 

[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: 2x Thermal Detonators | 1x Kushute Grenades | 3x Incendiary
LOCATION: :: Brosi - Downed DeathDrop Dropship ::
TAG: Saltare Dothon

Jacen groaned on the ground and watched as the fight continued without him. The two droids that descended did some work damaging the pretenders, but they didn't finish the job. And now this trooper threatened to put the nail in the coffin of Team Blackout and Majesty.

Not if he could help it...

The suit pumped him of stims that would keep him alive, but it'd take more time for him to heal. He needed something that would do it, something that would get him back in the fight and perhaps even turn the tables.

He pressed a button on his gauntlet and a compartment on his armor hissed as it opened revealing a white and red injector. Jacen grabbed the slender cylindrical item from it's place and aimed it for his wound, injecting the red liquid directly into his body, then he placed the injector back in it's compartment and sealed it as he waited for the liquid to work it's magic.

It didn't take very long for Jacen's eyes to shoot open as the medical concotion worked it's way through his body, working to clot the blood and stop further bleeding as he rose back to his feet with renewed energy and morale.

He pulled his DC-902d from his back and, with practiced precision and skill, changed the weapon parts necessary to switch the weapon's fire mod to fire particles. That'd get his attention, he thought, as he sighted the trooper again and fired.

He took the time to fire three shots, re-sighting the trooper as he aimed for the center of his mass with each pull of the trigger. As the third was pulled, he engaged his repulsorpack again and charged, once more, back into close combat.

This fight wasn't over yet. Not even close. And now? Jacen knew it was a fight he was going to win.

​

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Ronhar Tane

Perfect, the kits were in place. And the patient was still breathing, heart pumped steady. The results of their bioweapon were evident, the child having areas of darkening skin as the energy was being sapped out of her frail body.

"Now, I need you all to extract a vial of your own blood with those kits. Go one at a time if you want, but if we are going to make progress here I am going to need those vials filled. Not all from one person, one from each."

Time was running out, and she was sure of it. What she also was sure of was that if they did follow along she would make a breakthrough.

Dashing back across from the patient, the pale woman begins to power on some machine. It looked medical, no evident danger had shown itself.

"Once you get those filled, place them by this machine."

Figuring this to be a lengthy process, Vakhari takes an IV pouch out of the fridge containing a clear liquid.

"Hang in there..."

She whispers to the child, swapping to the new bag to filter in some fresh medicines to try and slow down the decay process.

"Vials?"

Vakhari asks while watching over her patient, her tone remaining calm despite all that was going on.

Time was ticking.​

 

[Calin Rakel]

"Sir, anomalous reading from our fighters," one of Calin's bridge officers said rather hurriedly. "They're engaging each other! Systems are going offline. The missiles have lost lock, and they are detonating prematurely on themselves. The enemy capital ship is showing negligible damage from our attack. Enemy support vessels damaged, but we've lost a significant number of starfighters and a Loki."

Calin looked at the display table and watched his fighters careen out of control. Some were destroyed, most flying in uncontrolled and unstable paths as the pilots inside them lost all control of their senses. Calin looked at the display as his fighter pilot's vital signs went haywire. Blood pressure and heart rate spiked, but the comms were eerily silent as whatever force controlled them caused them to fail in their attack.

"Sir!" another bridge officer shouted from the hum of terminals in the rear, "Admiral Squesha is engaging our out-of-control ships!"

Calin watched as his display table drew lines between Admiral Squeshas' ships and his fighters. Calin expected his smaller craft to detonate in balls of fire, but they lost power and drifted into space instead.

"She's disabling them," Calin shot back toward the officer, "We should be lucky she's showing restraint. Pull whatever ships remain off that attack! Reroute them to engage the support craft of that capital ship at range and get back to us until we figure out what's happening. Once our fighters come back online, reroute them to the hangars. If possible, I want quick fixes so we can send them back out. Get Squesha on comms."

"Admiral Squesha, this is Rakel. The Sith capital ship was able to take control of my fighters and prematurely detonate our missile attack. I'm unsure what's happening, but the ship is heading to engage Marlon Sularen main contingent. We're pushing forward to you,"

"Excellent. Do not come into the asteroid field, I do not believe its safe. If you can drive some of them towards me so they are caught between us we could dispatch them efficiently."

"I copy, Admiral," Calin responded before turning back to his helm officer. "Helm, take us up out of the asteroid field. If the Sith want to hide in it, so be it. Angle us down as we rise, pointing us towards the Sith's last known locations. Get me target solutions on those asteroids. I want them targeted by our guns so the impacts push them toward the Sith fleet as best as possible. Target major asteroids where we last received reports of Sith ships, let's see if they like dodging rocks and blaster fire. I want proton missiles and turbo-lasers destroying those asteroids, and let's use some tractor beams to push these rocks into those Sith ships' last known locations as well."

Calin keyed a comm to the Hofund class missile cruiser's Captain, "Target a halfway point between us and the last known point of the Sith fleet. Program missiles to float in the space between our fleets, arm them with Discord warheads, launch and have them power down until enemy IFF signatures are on top of them; they can engage at a range that'll make it difficult for the enemy to dodge. Full complement, wide net."

Calin knew the amount of fire coming from his ships and the amount of debris he would cause by destroying the asteroids would make it nearly impossible for most of the Sith fleet to see a few missiles lazily make their way to and float dead in space.

"Sir!" a bridge officer almost squeaked as he spoke, "Energy readings coming from the asteroid field, they're rising fast! A break in the sensor decay has something charging, something large! We just got hit by some type of targeting beam!"

"Evasive maneuvers! Fire emergency booster engines, put us up above the damn asteroid field now!"

Unto The Breach and the remaining support ships fired emergency boosters and began to climb, but it was too late. A beam of raw energy exploded from the asteroid field, lancing toward Calin's fleet. For Unto The Breach, it may have been the luckiest day of the crew's lives. As they rose above the asteroid field on their emergency booster engines, Two For Flinching rose in front of them, its vast underbelly protecting Unto The Breach with its width.

The Axial Cannon Beam impacted Two For Flinching, blowing through its shields and ripping a hole in its port lower side. The beam continued through, impacting on Unto The Breach. Calin watched from the viewport as the shields on his Venator flared from the hit. Flared, but held.

"I want a damage assessment now! We can't play at range with whatever that was. I want us rising above the asteroid field and boosting toward that weapon's last known sensor location in a large arc! Target the location where that came from and push the fleet into it! It's time these Sith learn to brawl. We'll find them if we have to throw rocks until we hear it pinging from the hulls of their kriffing ships!"

"Sir! Admiral Zonill has exited hyperspace at the rear of the enemy fleet. But he's not engaging, he's angling his fleet to a point beyond the Sith lines and firing toward the far rear of their fleet."

"Tell Zonill there is some type of heavy weaponry hiding in the asteroid field. Relay that to Squesha , Lord Rasnuhl , and Marlon Sularen . They must know their capital ships are in danger if they stay at range. Zonill is on his own for the moment; however, let's hope he can hold." Calin responded.

"Sir, damage report," an officer stated as they handed Calin a datapad.

Unto The Breach's shields had been hit hard, but they were holding. Two For Flinching's shields had been brought down, and they lost a significant number of port-side weaponry, but they were still flyable. A Celox frigate, along with two squads of TIE/ss fighters, had not been so lucky. The beam had obliterated them.

"Another reading, sir, anomalous, far outside our engagement range at the moment. Best way to describe it is as a storm, sir," the sensor officer said as his brow furrowed while the ship's systems fed him more information. "Not just a storm, it's... bending and distorting space. I'm not sure what it is, it's on our scanners but outside our range of engagement."

"Keep an eye on it, there's more going on here than we understand, but it's not our concern. Yet,"

Calin could feel the weight of the battle starting to hit him. First, his fighters being taken over by...something, pilots turning on each other and destroying internal systems. Then the Sith fleet disappearing in the asteroid field. Anomalous reading from the planet and now deeper in space, cloaked ships playing hide and seek, and a Capital Ship that completely ignored him to engage Sularen while somehow managing to negate his attack. And now? A Sith superweapon was hiding in the asteroid field that could cripple his fleet if he wasn't at the top of his game.

But then, a calm hit him like a break in a storm. He stood a little taller, his back straight, his mind clear. He glanced around his bridge and saw Imperial officers standing straight. Their orders no longer sounded hurried; they were smooth and precise. While the bridge had been a hubbub of activity, and continued to be, it was more organized as if a guiding hand had given them reassurance. After the calm came fire. A burning innate desire to destroy the Sith and clear head to do so. ( Lord Rasnuhl STARTS BATTLE MEDITATION)

"Continue with my previous orders, let's start sending blasters and missiles into that sensor-nulled area. The Sith are hiding in there, let's flush them out."

Calin switched his comms to the Hofund's commander, "Belay that first order. Send missiles straight into the last known coordinates of that weapon that fired on us. Discord missiles reading for enemy IFF, we'll need to soften up their fighters as we engage."

Calin's war table lit up after he spoke, several asteroids turned bright red as their orbits were altered, and they now changed course, rotating slowly toward Squesha's fleet. The enemy was using the same tactic he was about to do, except that with Squesha outside the asteroid field, she could easily adjust and move out of the way of the asteroids. However, the Sith fleet was among the asteroids, and making emergency maneuvers within the tight field would be more difficult.

"Let's get this done," Calin said to his weapons officer, "It's time the Sith stop hiding, let's burn them out of their hole."

Calin was ready; it was time to force the engagement, no more sidetracks.

"Sir! From the surface!"

Static filled the bridge before it cleared, "The shield is DOWN!"

"Shields are down…" He grabbed the comms and immediately called out to Squesha Squesha , Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen , Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane , Calin Rakel Calin Rakel and the rest of the Imperial Fleet. "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!"

"What's their status down there?" Calin asked the comms officer.

"Reports are still filtering in, sir, but it seems rough. I'm getting reports of...zombies? Some type of giant beast that is ravaging our troops, and heavily fortified and entrenched members of the Sith are heavily engaging our soldiers. It sounds like it's going rather...badly."

"Sir!" the sensor officer spoke hurriedly, "Admiral Sularen is sending support to the surface, should we advise of the same?"

Calin looked around, taking in the faces around him. He slowly nodded his head. "Well, alright. We can't spare much, but we can do something. Send a Loki in atmosphere, and have it coordinate with the local ground commander ( Selrik Lorcas ) as well as two squadrons of TIE/DAs. What say we give our troopers on the ground some support?"

Spoiler: Fleet Comp

THE ASTEROID FIELD | Lord Rasnuhl Squesha Elmindra Xitaar Rowyna Galeway

7th Fleet	SHIELDS	HULL
Unto The Breach	69	100
Say My Name	100	100
Hush Now	100	100
Two For Flinching	0	68
Celox Frigate 1	100	100
Celox Frigate 2	100	100
Celox Frigate 3	100	100
Celox Frigate 4	0	0
Loki Corvette 1	100	100
Loki Corvette 2	100	100
Loki Corvette 3	100	100
Loki Corvette 4	100	100
Hofund Cruiser	100	100

7TH FLEET STARFIGHTERS	REMAINING	TOTAL
TIE/DA [26 SQUADS OF 8]	190	208
TIE/ss [3 SQUADS OF 16]	16	48
HAAT/i [5 SQUADRONS OF 16] - On Surface	60	80
Stork [4 SQUADRONS OF 4] - On Surface	12	16

FORWARD BATTLE GROUP | Darth Carnifex Elmindra Xitaar

7TH FLEET	SHIELDS	HULL
Celox Frigate 1	36	84
Loki Corvette 6	0	64
Loki Corvette 7	0	0
	REMAINING	TOTAL
TIE/DA [6 SQUADS OF 8]	30	48
TIE/ss [2 SQUADS OF 16]	18	36

SURFACE COMBATANTS: Selrik Lorcas Ronhar Tane (Have Command-Feel free to use)

7TH FLEET	SHIELDS	HULL
Loki Corvette 5	100	100
TIE/DA [2 SQUADS OF 8]	16	16

Spoiler: Summary

1. Fleet continues to push toward Asteroid Belt to assist Admiral Squesha and engage Elmindra Xitaar , it bypasses Darth Carnifex .
2. Loki Corvette is destroyed in engagement with Carnifex and Elmindra. The remaining Loki, Celox, and fighters attempt to retreat to link back up with Calin's fleet.
3. Fleet attempts to evade large energy reading from asteroid belt. Two For Flinching (Venator Star Destroyer) is heavily damaged and Unto The Breach (Venator) shield is damaged. Support ship destroyed and several squadrons of fighters.
4. TIC Forces are warned of the weapon hiding in the asteroid field.
5. Fleet continues up and above the asteroid field and then will proceed down angling at Elmindra Xitaar to get close up and brawl 18th Century Style. Ahoy Matey
6. Calin's Remaining Fleet begins to engage the last known location of Elmindra Xitaar fleet wtih blasters, proton torpedoes, discord missiles at range as we close the distance, they'll attempt to destroy asteroids in the nearby area and push debris toward Elmindra's last known position.
7. Fighters advance out toward Elmindra Xitaar in numbers.
8. Force Storm Spencer Varanin is seen and will be watched.
9. 1 Loki and 2 squads of TIE/DA break off and advance toward the planet to be controlled by Selrik Lorcas and Ronhar Tane at their leisure.
10. Lord Rasnuhl starts battle meditation, affecting crew with boosted morale.

TIC: Squesha Lord Rasnuhl Marlon Sularen Ronhar Tane Bella
SITH: Darth Carnifex Rowyna Galeway Elmindra Xitaar Kaila Irons Tamsin Graves Darth Malum of House Marr Fiolette Yvarro
CURRENTLY ENGAGING: Elmindra Xitaar

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent watched the grenades sail past Darth Virelia as she sprinted, no, flew, toward him. As the grenade detonated, it caught her in its wake, before the blast was rerouted toward Braith Achlys , who somehow contained its energy.

Brent had no time to wonder how Braith harnessed the grenade, nor did he care in his current state, as Virelia was on him instantly. He was still moving when she engaged him, making his footwork awkward as he reacted. Virelia had no weapon, which caught Brent off guard, but as her hands descended toward him in a open handed clawed motion, he knew she was not unarmed.

Brent's momentum was still going forward as she swung down at his leg with one hand and toward his chest with the other. Brent's right leg stopped and locked up as her hand came down on his leg, biting into the beskar, armor-weave, and the ceramic plates, cutting into his flesh. Not a debilitating strike, yet, but one that would see him slowed soon. The force of the blow made his footing precarious, but his momentum was ever forward.

Her second hand came across his chest in a diagonal sweep, and the claws of that hand scraped against his Beskar until they swept past it, catching his armorweave and lacerating his lower abdomen in a shallow cut.

Brent grunted, not feeling the pain as he didn't try to stop Virelia's attacks; he would respond with what he hoped was a more devastating blow. As Virelia's arm swept past him after cutting into his armor, Brent closed the distance as best he could, getting as close to her as possible, the movement awkward as his leg was off balance from Virelia's attack. He tried to lock his hands around her head, using his height and weight to forcefully jerk her head down and angling his left knee up to strike her solar plexus. As he did this, the rocket darts in his knee pad would eject, detonating on her. If she avoided the attack, he would still drive his knee up and activate his rocket darts where they would detonate on the ceiling of the already damaged hallway. This would hopefully throw out debris and give him more room to maneuver between the two and engage from a different angle.

As Brent started this motion, the hallway lit up with blue crackling energy. Brent saw the environment change; it was impossible not to, but he didn't take his concentration off Virelia as he knew it would be his death with her in such proximity.

However, as he fought with Virelia, his HUD constantly streamed his surroundings. The video stream captured Braith absorbing the catastrophic detonation from the thermal detonator into her hands, channeling the power and releasing it back out into the hallway in a burst of lightning worthy of a master force user. Brent had kept her somewhat out of the fight for a while, but he was slowly running out of tricks.

 

[Darth Virelia]

Tags - Brent Warnel , Braith Achlys
Equipment - Tyrant's Kiss, Tyrant's Embrace, 3x CV-1 Gas Grenade (The Choking Veil)​

The knee came up faster than she expected. Not sloppy—committed. His hands clamped to her helm and dragged her down into the strike with brutal precision. The impact bloomed white-hot across her core as the rocket darts detonated against her armor, the force shuddering through the phrik plates and into her ribs. The breath left her in a sharp, contained gasp, not a cry, but it was enough. Pain—real, insistent—broke the perfect rhythm she'd held since the fight began.

She let the motion carry her back rather than fight it. Momentum was a weapon, and right now, it belonged to him. Her boots skidded across the fractured flooring, violet eyes never leaving him even as the heat from the blast warped the air between them. She could feel the bruise already swelling beneath the armor, the shallow hitch in her breath a reminder that even a sovereign in steel could bleed.

Fine. She'd bleed. But not for long.

One gauntleted hand came to rest lightly against the crystalline node at her sternum. The runes etched along her armor flared faintly, pulsing with a deeper, almost subsonic thrum. This was a predator's parody of mending, the corrupted mockery of the light turned inward in quiet defiance of the body's limits. Flesh knitted not through care, but through command. Pain dulled as her will stripped it of meaning.

The process wasn't instant. The lattice in her armor fed on her composure, drawing strength from the cold focus she forced over herself. Every heartbeat spent healing was a heartbeat not spent striking—and Brent was still on his feet. She needed a window.

Her gaze slid to Braith through the haze of scorched air. The witch was still crackling with residual lightning, rage barely leashed. The choice was obvious. "Your turn," Virelia said, voice cutting through the chaos like a clean blade. It was a handover, a shifting of the board.

She stepped back another pace, letting the corridor's smoke and flickering fire veil her for a moment. Her breathing steadied as the damage beneath the armor lessened, the ache in her chest fading into a low, distant pulse. Brent might think her retreat a weakness. It wasn't. It was the promise of what came after—when she returned to the line, restored and ready to finish what they'd started.

For now, she let the rhythm pass to Braith. Let the Mandalorian feel the weight of another predator's full attention. Virelia would be there soon enough—whole, sharpened, and twice as dangerous.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

OBJECTIVE III
// CALLSIGN: Ronin-2 //​

Location: Brosi, Orbit
Theme: Highway to Hell
Wearing: Space Suit
Flying: 'Dûr'ashaarai' Starfighter
Tag: Bella | Kaila Irons | Darth Malum of House Marr

The Demon Sokar could feel the power of the beast as it sneered in the skin of the little girl. Its target was the pink fighter that had dared to kill its meat suit that it had fashioned in its image. A visage of perfection a God's finest masterpiece, and that little pink gnat tried to kill it.

No message was returned back from the Darr-Itah in a timely enough manner for the Demon. Well instead of being the paint it would be a damn wrecking ball instead. The Beast pushed forward like a speeding dart without a targeting system the demon knew exactly where its target was or where it even could be all possibilities flowed through its mind's eye.

As it made little changes in trajectory to make sure its heading would stay true it saw one of the futures and Ronin-1 being blown out of the void into the atmosphere burning up on reentry. It did not care; no life mattered except its own and even that could be bypassed on a whim.

She pushed the speed to limit and beyond using the beast as an extension of itself. It was making what would be seen as impossible maneuvers as it pushed forward being a blip here but then over there on any scanners or systems detecting it.

"Ahaaaaaaahaaa!" It screamed wickedly in its cockpit as reality became truth and Kaila Irons took a heavy hit and soon falling to her death no doubt. The Demon snickered to itself as the girl inside woke up from the blackness of the mind.

"Nooooooooo!" The girl screamed out in pure rage as she saw her sister's eminent demise. The Rage broke through the barrier of control the Demon had but the ship did not slow or stop bouncing around the sensors systems like a pinball in a machine hitting bumpers. The Girl's voice was able to break free and yelled across the comms.

"Ronin-3 and Ronin-4 head to rendezvous ALPHA as hard as your engines can push!" The command screamed into the pilots' ears, and they charged and sped off in the void back to their home battle cruiser. It was just the pink gnat and ronin-2 but this was no longer about revenge for the undetectable missile. As Tamsin battle to will her own body from Demon who was gnashing and biting at her mind.

The beast sped up and slowed down bouncing all over the place. Then demon broke through for a moment. "I will destroy it!"

"You will not!" Tamsin screamed back at the voice in her head as she felt it's power surge through her and with a thought the whole ship faded passing through and by Bella only becoming fully visible again as neared the atmosphere. This was now a rescue/recovery mission let the damn pink gnat take the transport ship she cared more about her sister then the damn sith order.

​

 

[CT-312]

//: Allies: Viers Connory Tarre Priest | Sith Order //:
//: Other: Tales of the Rule of Two //:
//: Zinsian Processing Plants, Brosi //:
//: Attire //:
//: EQUIPMENT: Halcyon Armour| M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack| M.I. 'Halo' jump boots | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield | Navi/Barca //:
//: WEAPONS: VW 864 Maser Rifle | LO-18D | M.I. Model 7 shotgun | LO-22S | Sunshot Pistol | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol //:
//: 40|40 Active Mag : 2 Backup Mags x LO-KI/22 Standard Slug Round //:
//: DROIDS: 1 x LK War-X | 2 x LK Pred-X //:
//: ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 2x Kushute Grenades | Shiva Knife | S.A.N.D. Powder //:
//: 2x Ion Grenade | 2x Flash Grenade | 2x Incendiary Grenade | 2 x Smoke Grenade //:
//: 1 x Arrow head of Absence | Taozin amulet | LK Spider Slicer Droid //:
//: Objective II - Seize the Means of Production! //:
//: Bounty Hunting - The Mailor Heist //:
​

Disruptor.

CT-312 halted mid-stride. The word caught her like a hook. Ears perked, her attention sharpened despite keeping her head forward. There was a keen pull at the thought. A low hum in the back of her mind at the possibility. ‘Damn.’ the Scout thought. ‘That old man got me.’ Feigning interest. In an uninterested tone over the helmet’s modulator, “The disruptor would make things too easy.” With a faintest trace of amusement beneath the tone. “Where’s the fun in that?” Her visor turned toward Tarre Priest. “But… I wouldn’t mind.”

A distant roar rolled over the facility from far distance. As she told the units to not engage, of course the Mandalorian was already sizing it up for a trophy. “You’re going to need a bigger mantle.” CT-312 quipped. Picturing the ridiculousness of mounting something that size. It would be one hell of a hunt though. Her visor tracked Tarre as he moved to Delta 1’s wall. Methodically placing charges.

"Time to see what your Old Man can do yea?"

A button depressed on the holoscreen of my forearm.

SHHHHHHKRABOOOOOMMMM!​

The implosion of the metal and subsequent explosion sent shrapnel out away from the wall and into the air.

"Go."

The wall breach was loud. Too loud. The moment Tarre’s improvised charges went off, tearing the wall apart. CT-312 knew they’d just called every Blight infected and undead within earshot straight to Delta 1. Going through the front door would’ve been too easy. Too slow. This way may be louder. Yes. But with their firepower, they could chew through whatever came. In the end, only efficiency and speed mattered right now.

Before the smoke and dust even settled, low guttural moans began to rise outside and inside. Shapes emerged in the smoke. Twitchy. Wrong. The broken gait CT-312 had come to recognize from her previous mission on Brosi. The Blights surged forward. It wasn’t just one, but a tide of infected. Clawing over each other towards them.

"Do we have any idea what's in there or what we're looking for?"

“Zinsian and Hfredium.” CT-312 replied without looking back. “Don’t know the rest. Don’t care. Client wants it” The Camo Scout pulled the trigger of her weapon. “That… and a whole lot of infected and undead.” Soon followed by the other Troopers. Rifles raised, opening with blaster fire.

The LK Battle Droids at her side let out a synthesized snarl that made nearby seasoned DeathDrop Troopers shift in their stance. All three battle droids surged forward. Claws raking through two Blights at once. Tossing the halves aside like garbage. Bodies still moving, the LK War-X jaws snapped shut on its head. Crunching with its powerful jaws. The other two other LK Pred-X bit down on the infected limbs. Twisting and pulling until the parts were torn off and into pieces. Spitting out the body part before moving onto its next victim.

“Someone grab charges and plant them around the perimeter!” One of the infected crawled towards CT-312, a massive metal paw came down from the War-X. Trampling it under its massive frame. CRUNCH. Crushing it into paste. CT-312’s voice through the vocoder cut through the chaos. “Let’s make this quick. We’ve got to clear Delta 1 through 3 and hit the Mailor.” The group stormed its way inside, clearing up any remaining infected.

She turned to the Mandalorian. Already knowing the answer CT-312 did her best to jest, “Think you can handle being by yourself for a bit?” Tarre Priest was more than capable. Her visor shifted to the kid. Viers, though… she was an unknown variable. Eyes bright, staff and robes. Too clean for this kind of work. This wasn’t the place, nor time for babysitting. Either she pulled her weight or get left behind.

HUD markers appeared for Tarre and Viers. “Leaving a droid with each of you to load up the Zinsian.” Two LK Pred-X units broke formation to shadow Tarre and Vier’s signature. The remaining LK War-X stayed close to CT-312. Its optical sensors glowing a steady, blood red. In a flat monotone voice, “Try not to miss me too much.” Before pushing deeper into Delta 1.

The Camo Scout had a basic schematic overlay guiding her left. Moving down a short hall with broken crates, a few infected staggering towards her. Without command, the War-X tore them apart without slowing its stride. CT-312 kept moving.

Finally reaching the control room. From her belt pouch, the LK Spider Slicer Droid jumped out onto the control frame of the console. Slipping inside the small gaps, the processing plant came to life. Monitors flickered and lights turned on throughout the whole facility. Data, Codes, Schematics, etc began to flood the HUD’s feed. “Control’s mine.” she muttered to herself. “BARCA, download everything. Bring Delta 2 and 3 online.”

[ BARCA ]
[ ...Downloading… ]
[ Delta 1… ONLINE ]
[ Delta 2… ONLINE ]
[ Delta 3… ONLINE ]

Eyes tracking the codes streaming across her HUD. Relaying over the comms to Tarre and Viers. “I’m in. Sending over schematics of the plant. Extraction of the Zinsian is a go.”

 

[Squesha]

Objective 3​

They were in the midst of the battle now. Both sides were revealing all their tricks and resources. Now was the time to either commit or go home. This was the anvil, and wither you came out of the forge stronger or were shattered on the iron.

Reports were coming from her officers in rapid succession, a million fires to be put out.

"Thrawn Pincher successful but Zonil's fleet is engaged by previously unseen fleet!"

"Enemy ships turning towards us!"

"Asteroids launched on collision course with our forward vessals! Approximately 12 significant objects!"

"Interdictor continues to be attacked!"

"Enemy ships approaching! We are taking fire!"

"Some sort of force storm!"

This was chaos. It was almost overwhelming. But then she felt a surge of energy within her, and confidence and calm flowed through her veins. She recieved more messages, this time more uplifitng.

"Receving fighter reinforcements from Zonil!"

"The Supreme Commander is joining the battle!"

"Admiral Rakel is warning us of sith superweapons in asteroid field! He is launching asteroids at the sith as well!"

"The shield is down! Ground forces are requesting aid!"

Squesha breathed in. This was the largest battle she had ever taken part of. She would not falter here. Not with the Grand Moff and Supreme Commander watching. The Sith were throwing everything at them expecting them to fail. She would show them imperial resolve.

First things first.

"All ships, evasive action. Maintain formation, organised flight on vector 021 by 279. Initiate double chevron formation. "

Her ships moved in sync, a fine example of Imperial finesse. One asteroid impacted her star destroyer bow, weakening its shields. The fleet moved into a position where they made two triangles, lighter ships at the tips being backed up by the two star destroyers on the sides and the Barrangan in the center.

"Interdictor. you have done your job. get to safety. Don't hesitate to use your gravity wells to mess with their navigation."

"Incoming Fighters, engage those enemy formations approaching rapidly. Corvettes move up to engage and support. I am launching my own fighters "

Her forward ships moved towards the enemy. She watched as they surged into battle, like sharks attacking a shoal of fish. Carnage ensued, with laser fire being traded in multitude.

She looked closely at one of the enemys ships. Sensor readouts displayed large streams of data being sent from it to other enemy vassals.

"Tyrant class Charcharadon launch a full missle broadside at that vessel. I want it destroyed."

The cruiser turned about, its long racks of potent missiles on full display. In an impressive salvo 40 missiles were launched, all targeting the enemy communications ship, with TIE Pixies escorting them and shooting down intercepting attacks. The cruiser reamed and reloaded, preparing for its next salvo.

"As for us we will be targetting their heavy hitters. Megamasers, Railcannons, Turbolasers and Plasma disruptiors fire at their Kimbrell classes. Without any support their small ships will flounder. Prepare for their fire. Shields at maximum. Take power from life support if you must."

The mighty cannons turned and aimed, seeking their prey like eels in the dark. With great flashes of light destruction reigned apon the enemys heaviest ships. Squesha smiled at the beating she was giving the enemy.

"Lets see how they like that."

She turned to her helmsman.

"Avoid line of fire between asteroid belt. Try to keep asteroids between us and potential threats. Oh and avoid the storm."

She opened up comms.

"Admiral Zonil, I appreciate your fighters despite their... unconventional appearence. I cannot assist you yet but hopefully I will be able to punch my way through soon."

"Appreciate the assistance, Commander Sularen. With your fleet they are surely outmatched."

"Admiral Lorcas I appreciate the notice. That is crucial information which will probably save several of my ships. Please feel free to use my interdictor as you wish. Fine work with those asteroids."

"Grand Moff Lorcas, I am sending squadrons of gunships to assist ground with reinforcements from my ships compliments. I know you will put them to good use."

At her command gunships escorted by TIES travelled to the surface. It seemed the battle on the ground was turning in their favour as well. Excellent."

"All ships show them the might of the Confederation. But be on your guard. They had one hidden fleet, they may have more."

Squesha nodded to herself. They would know she was no ordinary officer. She was Squesha. And they would remember that name.

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

• Barragan Class Versatile Attack Carrier- 2000 m
  • 4 squadrons of TIE/ss Supremacy fighter
  • 4 squadrons of TIE/ja Jaeger
  • 1 squadrons of TIE/dv Devastator
  • 1 squadrons of FAE/TIE Series Pixie Ultralight Interceptor
• Imperial 1 Class Star Destroyer x2- 3200 m
  • 6 squadrons of TIE/ss Supremacy fighter
  • 2 squadrons of TIE/ja Jaeger
  • 2 squadrons of HAAT/i Imperial Assault Gunship
    • Star Destroyer one Shields 60%
• Tyrant 4 Class Suppression Cruiser x1 - 1000 m
  • One cruiser DESTROYED
• Paralyzer Class Interdictor Cruiser- 650 m
  • 2 squadrons of FAE/TIE Series Pixie Ultralight Interceptor
  • 1 squadrons of HAAT/i Imperial Assault Gunship
• Loki Class Fast Corvette x3- 600 m

Spoiler: Fleet summary

1. Ships move out of asteroids way
2. Forms into a double triangle formation
3. Interdictor uses gravity wells to disrupt enemy ships
4. Fighters and corvettes engage Wolfpacks
5. Missile cruiser launches missles at The Veracity
6. Star Destroyers and Barrangan Target enemy Kimbrell class with heavy fire
7. Ships move using asteroids as cover from threats inside asteroid belt.
8. Gunships with fighter escort sent to surface

Ronhar Tane Calin Rakel Darth Carnifex Marlon Sularen Bella Lord Rasnuhl Tamsin Graves Kaila Irons Rowyna Galeway Elmindra Xitaar Darth Malum of House Marr Fiolette Yvarro

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[Lysander von Ascania]

Allies: Madrona A’Mia | Lucette
Enemies: Tova Zyl
Targeting: Seraphina Pryde
Weapons: AI-214x Kylox Flamecaster | Lightsaber​

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.

Lysander’s breath fell into a ritualistic rhythm, each inhale and exhale akin to a meditative chant. Through the living link with A’Mia, a psychic blueprint of their surroundings had unfurled, keeping him attuned to this city turned battlefield, sensing even the most subtle shifts in the landscape.

It was for this very reason that when the torpedo veered unexpectedly, and into some of the Sithspawn, he remained composed. This action, though perhaps not his most calculated maneuver, had whispered with warning just a second prior, a sharp blade through the veil of consciousness, reverberating between their shared Seer Stones.

But another image was blossoming in his mind: a mycelial network underground, tendrils of growth from decay weaving. A bitter taste like ash lingered on the teen’s tongue as he recognized this rebirth. Amidst the myriad presences he then perceived from afar, there was another unmistakable signature settling. It was Revna Marr , threading through this tangled web.

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."

Emotions crashed, as they always did for the Sith; there was bitterness for what was lost here but also awe at the strange rebirth taking place in the darkness, acknowledging The Neti’s will weaved through this entire network.

The visions continued to pour forth; his eyes were open but lost momentarily to what danced behind the lids; the ground beneath his feet pulsing with a steady beat, a countdown of sorts, urging him forward. His focus locked on Seraphina Pryde , her own Force sensitivity now revealed. Lysander now understood that the flamethrower would be of little use in this confrontation.

He let the heavy weapon fall to the ground before him, a massive weight suddenly lifting from his shoulders, like a burden released, even from a short journey. Aware of the droids and other allies with his target, there wasn’t the faintest shadow of retreat along the edges of his mind. His left hand found the familiar curve of his lightsaber hilt, digits curling around it with instinct born of countless duels.

His mind pulsed with a final message to the one who may have been the very living heart of Brosi, Madrona A’Mia , the one who held the threads of fate in her grasp, both nurturer and devourer.

<<If ruin is the price of rebirth, I will pay it gladly. Let my blade burn in service to your will.>>

With a flick of his fingers, the ground answered with obedience, as broken stones and metal tore free from the earth. They suspended midair, awaiting the next command. With a telekinetic burst, he hurled them forward. They served to blind, confuse, distract. And behind that storm, he surged forward, his crimson blade igniting with a snap-hiss, born from malice and power. Djem So was not just a style, but a rhythm pulsing through Lysander's veins, a promise of destruction.

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Objective One
Mega-Tower and Surrounding Area
Direct Engagement: Lysander von Ascania | Lucette | Darth Caedes

Within Area of Effect: Tova Zyl | Seraphina Pryde

Theme

!Environmental Hazards Targeting All Non-Sith!
(Cross Objective Actions to Two)

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Time dilated strangely for the vast, spanning creature that A'Mia was at the moment. Her psyche reached and stretched, pulled innumerable directions.

She marveled at what it was to be so wrought with vivid emotion as Lysander von Ascania . Not for the first time, as she lent him power and some of her senses, A'Mia stole glimpses of his colorful and decidedly alien experience. The vividness with which he felt and processed emotion was almost shocking to her more muted expressive range.

So too did the neti reach out to bolster Lucette, though much less familiar with the girl there was a rare and unique kinship felt for her. Both scientists, both hungry for knowledge and answers, both perceived by the wider world as somewhat mad in their genius. It was not often that A'Mia felt a twinge of anything even approaching empathy, but she found it here on this blighted planet in the middle of a raging battle.

Such reflections and insights rippled to and from her through the Weave even as the arboreal woman expanded her energies ever outward. Reaching, reaching, unleashing little pockets of her remaining swarms, loosing poisonous gases and hallucinogenic spores out into the cloying air, further polluting the area to all those who dare remain without protection or permission.

Even as the Sith Shadow bolstered her allies on one battlefield, she was called to action elsewhere. Summoned by the will of her Master, A'Mia extended her mind and predominate focus onto him— onto the Seed he offered.

Even as hellish destruction and calculated violence unfolded in one arena, the ritual of rebirth was being planted in another.

Cracks and fissures in the soil grew wider, portions of once buried stone now jutted up and stuck out at odd angles. Gerwald Lechner and A’Mia both continued to reshape the land itself. A handful of buildings were already succumbing to ever deepening sinkholes, and the overall landscape of Shoengen grew less stable by the moment.

"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."

All the while, A'Mia lurked in the fractured soil as her mycelial network forged and reforged new paths— reaching with fervorous focus toward the powerful little Seed which promised a new beginning for Brosi.

When the last tree has fallen, and the rivers stop burning, you'll be readying to start again.​

A moment of pause overtook the neti, as the faintest glimmer of uncertainty… of guilt gripped Darth Caedes . A'Mia's consciousness brushed across his as a balm— what little reassurance she could offer in her state of overwhelming enthusiasm at the gift this ritual would be to the dying planet, should they succeed. Her message was directed to Psilofyr but she knew her King would hear too.

Fear is natural in the face of great change. There is pain in growth, but that suffering is not endless.​

The ominous lullaby carried through the connection even as an oath from Lysander echoed through the fungal network.

<<If ruin is the price of rebirth, I will pay it gladly. Let my blade burn in service to your will.>>

Looooooook seedling, see what we do for you? Watch now, little one, learn what must be done.​

Psilofyr was bundled up and cradled, taken deeper into the abyss— lovingly wrapped in fungal growth and engulfed by A'Mia's mind. It was there that the little organism was shepherded through possibility, there that the neti spun out imagery of a vast and complex schematic of all they could accomplish together. Instruction which included a deep reverence for the cycle of life and the sanctity of death, which fed all living things. For a time, A'Mia and the Seed were entirely entangled and consumed by the continued weaving of the ritual.

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[The Lord of Hunger]

Objective II - Seize the Means of Production!

LOCATION: BROSI
OBJECTIVE: hunting targets
IMPORTANT LINKS: The guards
TAG: Lunaria Talon | Soldane Talon | Matteo Guo-Yian​

Like the cold, unliving beings they were, the droids didn't even blink when firing their handcannons, only tracing each and every round they had unleashed, their optics scanning the surroundings and picking up on the lifesigns of those they had been granted the approval to hunt. It appeared that the reaction speed of these prey items was higher than anticipated, not helped by the fact that these targets seemed to at least be quite observant, well enough to have spotted the Sceleratii before they could very well act properly.

"Move forward," Holding out their handcannons towards their targets, the Sceleratii began to slowly move towards Soldane Talon and his group, consisting out of his sister Lunaria Talon , Matteo Guo-Yian and Artemis. it would be made quite clear that there were now only three "clear" ways out of this predicament: One, to go straight for the Processing plant with post haste. Two, go through the ever spreading hordes of the shambling undead which were flocking about, and three...confront the droids.

While at first glance, the best option would have been the first one, it seemed that even the Sceleratii had not calculated nor factored in the emotions and spirit of young adults. The explosion, loud and bright even for but a brief moment, seemed to somewhat overwhelm the Sceleratii's optics and sensors enough for their stride to show some hesitation, as if they were taking notice and assessing the situation. For a brief moment only, they stopped in their relentless advance, only to once more begin to move...completely unaware of something which had been drawn in by the sound of the explosion.

Something was coming, something which while blind for the mechanics of the droids, was not blind for the darkness which seeped from them, nor the heat which came from their weapons. from out of nowhere, they came, a horde so ravenous and roused by the noise created by the Young Talon, they could not be properly reacted to by the first of their victims, as they overran the position of the first Sceleratii, who in desperation fired off several more rounds with his handcannon, before exploding with a terrible noise when the clawing, biting and tearing mob had managed to trigger the thermal detonators the droid carried. Bodies were being flung around, more noise ment more active undead and the rising murmurs had turned into loud, sonnorous growls and wails coming from all across the vicinity.

The Remaining Sceleratii quickly made their choice, upping their pace as they started to once more unleash a volley of shots aimed towards the group of force sensitive people, throwing away their handweapons when the last rounds would be depleted, and drawinbg their ebony fang swords as they began to ran at full speed towards the group, all the while doing their own damn best to avoid being swallowed up by the hordes of the undead...