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

[Elmindra Xitaar]

OBJECTIVE 3
OUTER RIM | STYGIAN CALDERA | DOSTRA SYSTEM | BROSI
[SO] Darth Carnifex | Rowyna Galeway | Darth Malum of House Marr | Fiolette Yvarro
[TIC] Squesha | Calin Rakel | Ronhar Tane | Lord Rasnuhl | Marlon Sularen

From her vantage at the highest point of the asteroid field, accompanied by a mere fraction of Korriban's full fleet, The Omen hovered in space above the Commonwealth's forces, the positioning a silent representation of how Elmindra saw the Commonwealth's place in all this. The sentiment was not to be mistaken with a lack of gratitude, but rather a complex of superiority and an entitlement to power.

Information flooded into the central holo-display as, one by one, The Omen's command deck fired off succinct reports.

"Incoming transmission from Valiant with initial scans of the enemy fleet."
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"Additional ships emerging from hyperspace."​

"More fighters incoming."​

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"Sensors picking up shield generator activity."​

"Enemy interdictor approaching asteroid field, defended by corvette."​

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"It appears we have been detected, admiral."​

For a heartbeat, the surge of sensation and emotional static from the many minds bound to hers washed over and through her, the power intoxicating but not overwhelming, not for the First Lord. She had controlled larger fleets than this and she knew she was capable of even more. She reasserted her will, drowning out the discordant noise, letting the battle's chaos become her fuel. Every mind that quivered in her grasp became steady, unwavering.

Within the swelling tide of the Force, Darth Carnifex was a pillar of absolute darkness. She could feel his malicious intent even before his flagship surged forward, hungry for slaughter. The Falleen's crimson eyes glinted with predatory satisfaction.

Let the games begin.

Command came as easily to her as breath.

"Deploy the Rogues and two strike frigates to accompany the Dark Lord," she ordered. "They are to follow His lead and unleash boarding parties when necessary."

A despicable amusement swelled in her at the thought of the horrors her King's undead children and the Eternal Father had in store for the foolish Imperials.

"Deploy Hammers and two bomber squadrons to engage the interdictor. Reduce it to slag." She didn't like the look of that particular move and didn't intend to allow it to proceed.

"Hail Invictus, instruct Captain Maj to microjump to flank the farthest cluster of cruisers, deploy fighters, and open fire." A move that may have been an impossible task for most ships was just one of the many tools in the arsenal of the Kainite's Krovos-class Star Destroyer.

Elmindra's icy gaze flicked toward the gunnery pit. "Ready the axial cannon. Hail Valient to compare optimal targeting solutions."

She narrowed her eyes at the blips of enemy fighters approaching. "Deploy the interceptors and the remaining Scions to defend while the cannon readies. They will soon have assistance."

All around her, the officers confirmed and relayed her orders, providing status reports as needed.

Elmindra inhaled deeply as her next command took shape in her mind. Into the darkest tendrils of the Force, she reached, seeking them: the Jen'Quazoi. The Mist Wraiths. Twisted children of the King's dark alchemy.

In the space between heartbeats, they answered.

A chorus of whispering, discordant voices filled her thoughts. Alone, a single Jen'Quazoi could expand to cover the space of one square kilometer, and Elmindra had brought dozens.

Shroud us, she conveyed. Protect our ships. Feast upon our enemies. Make them suffer.

With violent eagerness, the Mist Wraiths obeyed. Spilling out from The Omen, a wall of thick mists coiled through the void, swallowing up the asteroids closest to the massive battlecruiser and nearby Harrowers and spreading out to create a buffer between Korriban's fleet and the enemy's.

Elmindra reached out with the Force, eager for the first taste of the enemy's dismay—their pilots groping for targets in the rolling fog, comms disrupted by phantoms and illusions. The Mist Wraiths twisted reality, hurling debris, warping sensors, sowing confusion and disarray. Their radioactive curse gnawed unseen at internal ship systems and flesh alike.

She could feel the deep vibrating hum of the axial cannon swelling to readiness, the whispers of the undead in the void, the pulse of her fleet synchronized under her unyielding will. The anticipation thrummed beneath her stoic exterior—that cold, delicious thrill she felt standing on the precipice of violence, the moment when planning gave way to raw, merciless execution.​

Spoiler: FLEET COMP

The Omen: Suta-class Sith Batttlecruiser [Capital Ship]
The Invictus: Krovos-class Star Destroyer [1]
Harrower-class Cruiser [3]

Sion-class Heavy Starfighter [7 squadrons of 12]​

Ragnos-class Interceptor [7 squadrons of 12]​

Caldoth-class Bombers [7 squadrons of 12]​

Vodal-class Strike Frigate [4]
Jaw-Class Gunship "Rogue" [2 squadrons of 8]
Baron-Class Gunship "Hammer" [2 squadrons of 8]

Spoiler: FLEET ACTIONS

1. Deployed 2 squadrons of Jaw-Class Gunship "Rogue" and 2 Vodal-class Strike Frigate to accompany Darth Carnifex
2. Deployed 2 squadrons of Baron-Class Gunship "Hammer" and 2 Caldoth-class Bombers and engaged the Interdictor and Corvette [ Squesha ]
3. The Invictus microjumps to flank cluster of cruisers, deploys fighters, and opens fire [ Lord Rasnuhl ]
4. The Omen readying axial cannon; Hail Rowyna Galeway to compare optimal targeting solutions
5. Deployed 7 squadrons of Ragnos-class Interceptor and 6 squadrons of Sion-class Heavy Starfighter to engage incoming enemy fighters/starships and defend The Omen while the cannon readies
6. Deployed Jen'Quazoi to shroud The Omen and Harrower-class Cruisers and deter enemy fighters from pursuing them, scramble enemy comms and sensors who enter the mist, and create general disarray for enemies that get too close

 

[Rowyna Galeway]

CAPT. ROWYNA GALEWAY
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ASTEROID FILED | BROSI​

SITH FLEET: Darth Carnifex | Elmindra Xitaar | Darth Malum of House Marr [Allies]
CONFEDERATE FLEET: | Ronhar Tane | Calin Rakel | Marlon Sularen [Opponents]
Focused: Squesha

Ship Name​	Class + Tonnage​	Shields + Hull Status​
DCV Valiant​	Cimmerian 750m​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Veracity​	" "​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Kingsword​	Kimbrell 1600m​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Knight​	" "​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Dreadfast​	Dagger 260m​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%
DCV Draugr​	" "​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%
DCV Diligent​	​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%
DCV Dauntless​	​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Drake​	​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Diomedea​	​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Direwolf​	​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Dryad​	​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Decisive​	​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Myrmidon​	Mukhtiar 190m​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Meteor​	" "​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Maverick​	​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Minokawa​	​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Fearless​	Fortan 200m​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DCV Formidable​	" "​	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%​
DESIGNATIONS	WOLFPACK RED
B1 - B4	Bolt x4	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%
K1 - K8	Kelly x8	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%
	WOLFPACK GOLD
B5 - B8	Bolt x4	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%
K9 - K16	Kelly x8	Shield: 100% | Hull: 100%

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Half a league, half a league, half a league onward.
All in the valley of Death rode the six admirals.

The stanza echoed in Rowyna's mind, brittle and bright, like old glass catching firelight. She knew the lines by heart. The poem had been credited to an unknown citizen of the First Order, someone who had witnessed the Omega Crisis, when the First Order's naval might first announced itself at Castameer against the rogue One Sith.

Those who bore the brunt of the charge… her mother among them.

Her teeth ground together with tension. At the center of the coiled crescent formation, she stood firm on the bridge of the Valiant. Yellow alert bathed the command consoles in amber hues, a quiet, restrained readiness before the storm.

"Captain, movement on the Confederate side," Velra reported. "Sensors indicate multiple elements have initiated a microjump." He scanned the readouts, voice steady. "Sith deployment has begun, ships accompanying the Oblation," the emblem for the Oblation stood out among the others, the Lieutenant continued, "bombers moving to engage the Confederate interdictors. Sith are also preparing to microjump."

Rowyna moved quickly to stand beside the lieutenant, eyes flicking across the flood of new data streaming in from the Helion Data Core Matrix. Sensor returns lit up across the console like stormfire, red and blue signatures colliding in motion.

An incoming transmission flashed across her display, the Omen.

"Olynn, patch it through," she ordered.

She tapped the console, her voice cool and clipped. "D.C.V. Valiant here. We've begun acquiring targeting solutions across the board. I've got Confederate pursuit on my coordinates, transmitting now. Wolfpacks Red and Gold have been dispatched, maneuvering through the asteroid field to intercept."

"Negative IFF. Multiple incoming signatures. Vectors two-two-seven by eight-nine," Lieutenant Velra reported crisply.

"Maintain vector one-eight-zero," Rowyna ordered, voice cool and level. "Keep us along the Y-axis descent arc. Let them believe we're falling back."

Above them, the asteroid field shimmered with sensor noise, shadows and debris playing tricks on lesser systems. But the Valiant had teeth behind her veil.

"Revealex sweep is live," Ensign Olynn confirmed. "Spectral ghosting from the high aft quadrant. Bearings confirmed, they're coming in hot."


Lieutenant Velra slid the tactical feed across to the central table. "Contact vector aligns with the previously identified group. Heat bloom from their lead ship just crossed detection threshold. We're within long-range SIGINT."

The Valiant eased backward. The crescent bent further, coiling tighter, twenty klicks of retreat, but not disorder. The illusion of a break. A quiet bait.

"Activate Spectra Radar," Rowyna said sharply. "Initiate Black Vigil protocol fleetwide."

Her officers moved without hesitation.

From tactical, Commander Joran called out, "Sith ship on the move, it's the Oblation."

Rowyna narrowed her eyes. "On screen, Commander."

The viewport shifted. A red silhouette flared to life, the Oblation, maneuvering with intent and not far behind it the two other Sith vessels moving in support.

Her jaw clenched.

Above the Commonwealth fleet, the Sith loomed. Always above. A deliberate, almost theatrical reminder of their self-importance, lording power over those they deemed lesser. It wasn't a new tactic not by a long shot, the Sith tended to position themselves in this way more of then than not.

But Rowyna Galeway didn't flinch. Let them perch. She could see the Confederates now too, moving with haste, assured in their pursuit. Certain they had her cornered.

Oh yes, she thought, the Dosuunian accent curling through her mind like frost, we're on the backfoot… you've got us on the ropes.

She crossed the bridge with purpose, approaching Joran's console.

"They think they've seen through the trap," he murmured, eyes scanning the grid. "Formation's tightening. They believe we're static."

"Then let them," she replied, lips curling into a sharp smile. "Deploy Wolfpack Red and Gold."

"Confirmed," Joran replied. "Orders?"

"Red up top, weave through the larger mass clusters. Hit anything that peels off with short-range torpedoes. Gold takes low vector, climb slowly. Don't give them a clean lock. Keep the Kellys moving. We dance on their teeth before they realize it's a blade."

Rowyna stood at the center of the storm, a still point amidst it all , unwavering, composed. The Confederates believed they held the advantage. That they would break the Sith and their allies in one stroke.

"Lower-band sweep complete," Olynn called out. "Projecting telemetry to the tactical grid."

The display between Joran and Galeway illuminated in full, a layered field of motion, debris, and heat signatures. Rowyna saw it clearly: herself, the Sith above, and the Confederates barreling in.

"Once they're in range, activate MIMIR," she ordered. "Let it start echo-scrambling and jamming. Push synthetic signals into their targeting arrays. Make their sensors lie."

A secure line crackled open across Commonwealth channels.

"Let them think we're shaken," Rowyna said evenly, hands clasped behind her back as the Valiant continued its slow rearward drift. "We fall back twenty klicks. No break in formation. Let them chase."

"Understood," came the chorus of acknowledgments.

Joran glanced up from his display. "And the asteroids?"

"Let them come into the debris field first," she answered. "Box them in before they realize we never ran."

She moved again, issuing orders with precision.

"Veracity, initiate a full SIGINT sweep, lower band only. Kingsword, Knight, spool up your cannons. Once the lead vessel crosses into long-range, commence bombardment."


She paused, then tapped out fleetwide telemetry.

"All Commonwealth vessels, transmitting vectors now. Prepare repulsors. Engage on my mark."

Spoiler: After Action Report

DCV Valiant responds to Elmindra Xitaar and shares combat telemetry and targeting solutions.
Acknowledges movements by Darth Carnifex
Focusing on Squesha
Commonwealth fleet pulls back about 20 klicks or kilometers.
DCV Kingsword and Knight have weapons spooling.
Wolfpack Red and Gold initiate commands given by Galeway which include moving into position below and within the asteroid field.
All Commonwealth fleets are preparing repulsors.

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[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

Almond Eyes

Inhale.

Air was pulled in through her nostrils as the two exchanged words, both with each other and her, and she felt the steady thrum of her heart beating in her chest started to slow - no, the world slowed. Her chest swelled slightly as the air moved through her uzuur and into her lungs, and the grip she held her spear with tightened until her knuckles whitened as she held the breath and started to count. The sound of war that had been little more than a backdrop to their mutual introductions started to push their way to the forefront of her attention. She could feel the death that hung in the air all around them, the disease that mingled with the air carried by its relative humidity, and as her eyes closed she could see the ripples in the force caused by Brent Warnel and Darth Virelia still as they readied themselves for the next move.

Exhale.

Every muscle in her body relaxed all at once as the nitrogen passed back through her body and out her nostrils, flaring slightly, when she opened her eyes. Whether it was a pestilence-filled breeze or the crash of a drop pod hundreds of meters away Braith could hear it, regardless if it was the subtle tensing of power through Virelia or the icy resolve that gripped Kelhav's heart Braith could feel it, but there was nothing that clouded the witch's vision to keep her from seeing anything except the Mandalorian and the Sith. Her weight shifted as her posture changed, feet planted in place despite the slight bend at the ankles in the moments before the final tug of air pulled from her lungs.

"Alright, then."

Her lips didn't move but her words were carried through the air all the same. There was a slight vibration underlaid beneath her voice as well that seemed to come from all around them, suggesting the molecules that made up the very air were being strummed like strings to give voice to the words that would've otherwise existed solely in her head, but the relative quiet that immediately followed was punctured by a sharp intake of air rushing back through her nostrils that proved moments later to have served as a warning that she'd neared the final seconds of her countdown. She rocked backwards onto the back of her heels, legs still bent at the ankles so as to prepare herself to spring forwards in a fashion that was easily telegraphed. The corner of her lips pulled up on either side of her mouth putting a predatorial smile on her face.

"Try not to die."

No sooner had the words left her lips, her heart rate accelerating as adrenaline surged through her veins, than Braith had shifted the full weight of her body forwards and then pushed with her toes and the balls of her feet along with a sudden surge of power in the force in order to propel herself towards the Mandalorian. She tilted her spear down and forwards with a white-knuckled grip as she was flung through the air, its tip aimed lower and towards the man's torso, her small figure hiding a deceptively heavy mass typical of one of her species. If he was perceptive he might've been able to gather enough clues towards this being the case by the amount of strength she seemed to require to make the jump in the first place relative to the time it took for her to accelerate through the air towards him. She hadn't forgotten about the Sith, of course, but she'd promised her husband - Darth Prazutis - quite a long time ago not to needlessly butcher members of his order, though it was a pact she'd made in exchange for their marriage with Darth Carnifex 's life being spared in mind.

If the six-eyed woman wasn't careful she'd lose the one thing that kept the rest of the Sith Order from being ran through as she intended to do to Brent now.

 

[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

“Incoming missile!” Mirage Two barked out over comms, the urgency is his tone ringing sharply within Bella’s montrals. Still, her wingmate’s heavy TIE’s aft-facing dual laser cannon swiveled on its mount and spat a blue-hued laser lancet into the void. The shot struck its mark, detonating the missile mid-flight in an explosion of scorched debris and flickering shrapnel. And yet...

Some of its payload survived.

“I’ve got four buzz droids crawling on my wings!” Mirage One screamed, frantically rolling her TIE in an effort to throw the droids off.

“I’m going to draw their fire. Two, set your cannons to low power and shoot those buzz droids off of One’s hull. One, disable your ventral shields and break off into the nearby asteroid field. Both of you, keep your eyes away from me.”

One and Two assented immediately and peeled away, veering toward the fragmented cover of the asteroid belt. All the while, Bella gave a soft exhale and activated her TIE’s ECM systems, the signal-augmented sensor jammer coming online in an attempt to throw the enemy's sensors into disarray. With the mental command, the Togruta intended to make herself a priority target. Impossible to ignore and dangerous in spite of her craft’s diminutive frame.

At the same time, she pulled back on the yoke with fluid grace, pitching her TIE into a sharp dive as she vectored towards the Sith starfighter coming at her from the plane below in a head-on drive.

Bella didn’t hesitate.

Another command passed from mind to machine. For a split-second, the Aether Fairy lit up the void in an explosion of ever-shifting distortions that seemed to break the barriers between dimensions, lattices of light spinning around her craft in bursts that were ethereal, luminous, and wrong. Dimensional shimmers tore through the mirage, potentially stunning any pilots who might have been staring directly at her craft.

Her TIE’s disruptor cannons whined with charged tension, before unleashing a pair of branching electro-plasma discharges that crossed the void like lightning strikes, albeit ones capable of simultaneously electrifying, vaporizing, and overloading anything caught by the blasts. In this case, the blasts were aimed for the Sith starfighter charging head-on towards her from below the plane, which if all went according to plan, would find the craft’s pilot rendered wholly senseless!

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 (2)
• 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

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Undisclosed Command Centre, Thandon Star Cluster​

// SI-NET... USER LOGON... LOWE, MADELYN...
// ACCEPTED...
// INITIALISING...

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| WELCOME TO SI-NET |

INTELLIGENCE FEED: BROSI
CLASSIFICATION: I T Z O D Z H O
SITH-IMPERIAL EYES ONLY

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[NAVAL] "Arriving TIC ground assault and support vessels have been damaged by the activation of Brosi's planetary shield. TIC ground assault is blunted."
<Full Report Ronhar Tane >

[GROUND] "Intercepted communications indicate unknown TIC Commander (TIC COMMANDER 1) has ordered the destruction of the Brosi planetary shield generator."
<Full report Selrik Lorcas >

[GROUND] "Sith-Imperial Military Intelligence Directorate believes a TIC special forces unit designated "INFERNO" has been dispatched to destroy Brosi planetary shield generator."
<Full report Saltare Dothon >

[SITH] "Entity designated 'Father of Titans' has been dropped onto battlefield outside Shoengen. Significant casualties reported. Some risk to Sith-Imperial infantry and armor. It is recommended allied forces keep their distance."
<Full report Garza >

[GROUND] "A complement of DeathDrop soldiers has been shot down in grid 9583-7564. Chances of survival diminishing. Fire support not recommended. Allocation of reinforcements denied."
<Full report Jacen Breska >

[SITH] "A significant portion of undead forces destroyed by an unknown force. Entity designated ' Spencer Varanin ' has been deployed to disrupt."
<Full report Onrai >

[GROUND] "TIC forces are in close proximity to Brosi's planetary shield generator. Immediate response recommended."
<Full report>

[GROUND] "War Marshal Helix and Imperator Lirka Ka have deployed a prototype supercrawler against the TIC ground forces in vicinity of Shoengen. Localised forces are rallying around the craft for a counteroffensive."
<Full report War Marshal Helix >

[GROUND] "TIC ground forces are in position and advancing on Shoengen. It is highly likely they have adapted to Sith defences and with continue making ground if further force is not applied."
<Full report Augustus Von Strauss >

[SITH] "The Ritual continues at the Brosi Nexus. All friendly forces are instructed to stay well clear, defend the Nexus, and not to interrupt."
<Full report Srina Talon >

[GROUND] Sith-Imperial Military Intelligence Directorate is aware of numerous bounty hunters converging on Brosian Ore Conglomerate Mega-Tower. Swift elimination is recommended to prevent further interference.
<Full report: REDACTED>

[SITH] "Seismic anomalies in the vicinity of the Brosian Ore Conglomerate Mega-Tower are confirmed to be the result of entity designated 'Madrona A'Mia.' Localised forces should expect forthcoming support from Sithspawn and may experience tremors and falling debris."
<Full report Madrona A’Mia >

[NAVAL] "TIC fleet have spotted Sith defensive position in Dostra System Asteroid Field. Sith fleets have engaged the enemy. Allied Commonwealth forces moving to support."
<Full report>

SI-NET FEED PROVIDES REAL-TIME SITUATION REPORTS AND MAY CONTAIN INACCURACIES.
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Warning: Unauthorised disclosure of ITZSODZHO-class information is punishable by summary execution under the Internal Security Edict 901.

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// CONNECTION CLOSED...

 

[Kasir Dorran]

Soah Ty’Jyn | PT-45 "COWL"

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The Darkseeker’s senses sharpened from the moment his apprentice joined the fray; a new surge, synchronized power, rippled through the air as though it were a heartbeat, pulsating beside his where his own once did. The girl’s telepathic message echoed within his mind, though now no words were necessary, only an oath to the Sith Order, and to preserve their bond, one forged through training and survival.

So, he continued to press forward; the cacophony that surrounded faded like breath. His focus was solely fixated on the glint of obsidian armor, savoring the promise of confrontation.

Then came the rotting flesh of the damned, wafting through the air, mingling intimately with the ozone of blaster fire; truly, a scent that was somehow both intoxicating and foul, mixed with the metallic tang. This was a subtle reminder of his own inhumanity, but even more chilling was the Sith's icy pallor, concealing cruelty that currently begged to be unleashed.

As he drew closer, there was a perceived cloud attempting to unravel clarity; perhaps, a more fragile Sith might falter in a moment such as this, rendered frail without a firm tether to the Force.

It affected him not, untouched by the seduction of mortals' toys. Far beyond such limits, he used the Force as a tool, beneath him even, embodying himself, the true weapon. Even so, he closed this distance with blistering speed, born of supernatural grace. The Sangnir’s senses allowed for the tiniest shifts in micro movements of stance, breathing, and intention. Whether reading a different kind of prey in the nocturnal hours, or an opponent in combat, it was all the same for Kasir.

Their foe’s pike came into view. The aching vessel in his chest sang, no longer only for flesh, but for dominance. Obsidian wells that bore no gleam nor warmth, but rather the gravitational pull of hatred and desire, would begin to narrow.

If Soah had reached their target first, it was only because he had allowed it; such was his fluid nature, a beautiful thing to behold, allowing movement to drag ever so slightly before suddenly snapping forward again, like a glitch in reality. The feint was expertly executed, selling deception before it even begun, trying to draw him in to believe it was a head on collision. A sharp twist in his frame followed, along with the pivot of a heel, while generating brutal force from the ground up and the kinetic chain of his hips. An armor boot lashed out, aimed towards the spot where the ribs were known to be hiding, with a full rotation of torque, as though he wanted to break the body and spirit first.

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[Allyson Locke]

//: Obj 1 //:
//: Her //:
//: Attire //:
//: Equipment //:
//: Bow & Arrows //: Cybernetic Eye //: Jacket //: Arrows of Absence x 24 //: Bag of Absencite x 5ea //: Sword //:
//: Non Transferable "Equipment" //:
//: Ava'kash Brand //: Emperor's Echo //:

The arrow hit its target. Allyson, for some reason, expected the woman to collapse or enter a fit of rage like most Sith. Instead, she could feel that fear and horror fill the room. It was a reaction unlike anything. Allyson watched as the woman tore through the room and out the door, leaving her technology.

It wouldn't be hard to track the woman; Allyson's eye was enough to target her. There was the chance that she would get out of range, but the Shadow was confident in her abilities to track the prey.

Allyson released the cloak as she let the Force drop her to her feet. The technology in the room with the Sith was interesting, but it needed maintenance. There wasn't a moment to study the devices. Still, Allyson drew an arrow — one of the plasma bolts that typically doubled as an EMP. Stepping back, she aimed quickly and fired.

"That wasn't…what?" Allyson blinked as the plasma arrow began to melt the terminal.

"Oh nuggets…" Turning on her heel, Allyson ran out of the room, cursing under her breath.

She sprinted after the figure, shouting down the hall, "WHY are you running?!"

No one ever ran, not from the Corellian. This had to be the first time, but either way, she needed to catch her and finish the job. Allyson channeled the Force, letting her speed up a bit more to cut down the time between her and the target. Running and shooting was something she wasn't prepared to do, but she'd do it, especially now that she was able to see bits of her target.

Blinking a few times, the cybernetic eye gave her a more precise shot, honing in on the target. Drawing the string, Allyson paused and instead focused on just catching her. The last thing Allyson needed was to miss the shot.

The corridor wasn't long, but she did lose the figure for just a moment. Instead of the figure, she did see the blood stains. Allyson paused to examine them. They were starting to dry, but were still fresh enough that the target was hopefully not far. Her pace slowed, trying to be careful now.

Quietly, she maintained her presence hidden, but her figure didn't fade into the Force.

Her HUD flickered — psi-optic interference, courtesy of a certain minister. Encrypted. Allyson paused just long enough to let the data feed spool into her network.

No cute coded message this time. A shame.

< :: Protocol 0-309-01-0 holding. Final jump inbound :: >

She muttered it under her breath. Madelyn Lowe might crack it. She hoped she wouldn't. But if she did... it would help.

It sent, but something settled in the pit of the Corellian's stomach. She had a bad feeling as she continued to move down the hallway, her bowstring pulled taut, ready to fire. The blood she passed was fresher, and she could hear the sound of struggling. Her footsteps remained light, but her voice echoed gently in the corridor.

"Where are you?"

She would have asked why the figure ran, but it seemed self-explanatory.

 

[Calin Rakel]

"Sir, enemy ship rising from the asteroid field. It's heading toward TIC forces."

Calin stepped away from the forward viewport and to a nearby war table, its large holographic display showing the battlefield as best it could. TIC forces spread out and pushed toward the asteroid field, hunting for the enemy fleet. While at the same time, gliding from the asteroid field like a shark stalking its prey came an enemy capital ship.

"What's its status?" Calin asked.

"Its shields are up, systems are green, by all accounts it's ready for combat."

"Is it headed to us? Does it have targeting solutions on us?"

"It seems just to be...advancing toward a centralized point between all TIC forces, sir, somewhere off our port side. Several support crafts are also racing after it. A small contingent of fighters and frigates. No targeting solutions from it as far as we can tell."

"Well," Calin said, "It's about time we joined the party. Let's probe that ship and see what we're working with. Maneuver the Breach between the Hofund Cruiser and that enemy capital ship, let's close its eyes to our movements as best we can. I want six squadrons of TIEs to come about behind the Hofund at mark," Calin paused in his orders and pulled up the tactical display, rotating it to get a better view as he thought the tactic through more thoroughly. Unto The Breach vibrated beneath his boots as it angled to better shield the Hofund Cruiser from view. Since the Hofund was already sitting in the shadow of the four Venator's when they had advanced, its movement was minimal.

Calin eyed the space between his fleet and the Sith capital ship before continuing to speak, "Three-five-zero by four-five-one. I want those TIE fighters scanners open and locked on that capital ship, afterburners on, comms open on all channels hailing that enemy ship, ECW pointed forward. Drown that enemy ships' sensors in as much noise as we can. When they pass the prow of the Hofund I want it to fire all missile tubes on the same vector as the TIEs. Let those fighters' signatures hide those missiles in their wake as they advance. Push the TIEs to the ship's outer flak range before having them burn off in all directions. Let's hope we can confuse the enemy's flak enough to let those missiles do some damage."

Calin took a breath before continuing, "I want a Celox, two Loki's, and two squadrons of TIEs to start a hard burn beneath that enemy ship. Have them engage it from a distance beneath, and as they continue past, engage those frigates and fighters it has for support and target the enemy ships engines. Have our remaining ships target that capital ship and begin coordinated fire. Let's scratch its paint."

The bridge became a flurry of activity as officers sent highly specialized orders to the fleet. Voices could be heard calling out on encrypted frequencies as Calin watched his orders being followed to the letter. Calin watched the war table as his fleet advanced toward the asteroid field and the enemy capital ship came ever closer to TIC forces.

Unto The Breach shuddered as its batteries opened up on the enemy ship closing on the TIC fleet. It was still at extreme range, but Calin wanted to distract it and soften up its shields, if he could, before his fighters and missiles closed the distance.

Calin punched in a tight beam transmission to Squesha . "Admiral, we're engaging that Sith capital ship rising from the asteroid field. We'll do what we can to it before I press up to assist you."

"Sir," the sensor officer beside him handed him a small datapad, "We're getting anomalous readings from the asteroid belt. Our sensors are getting scrambled, and we've lost contact with our probe droids."

"We'll deal with that when the time comes. Send more probes on the same vectors in the meantime, and relay to me what they get on scans." The sensor officer moved away, quickly typing orders into his datapad.

"I have Admiral Zonill on comm, sir!" someone yelled from the far side of the bridge

"Patch him through!" Calin snapped.

“This is Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill, executing a Thrawn maneuver in 3…2…1…executing!”

Calin watched the display on his war table change instantly as Zonill's fleet vanished, intent on flanking the enemy with that maneuver. Calin needed to make a decision. A single enemy capital ship wasn't worth letting his fleet stay out of the primary fight that was undoubtedly about to happen in that asteroid belt. He could stay, attempt to take it down, or push past and reinforce Admiral Squehsa. As Calin thought, he noticed Sularen's fleet hanging slightly back. Maybe he could join the fight and take down that enemy ship at the same time.

"Get me Sularen," Calin said to the man beside him.

"He's on, Sir. Tight beam transmission to his ship."

"Sir," Calin spoke to Marlon Sularen , "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."

While Calin waited for Sularen's answer, six TIE/DA fighter craft squadrons executed their orders. As they passed the Hofund Cruiser, it fired its missiles, their ion trails hot on the heels of the TIE fighters as they advanced toward the enemy capital ship amidst a hail of fire from Calin's fleet.

Calin glanced out the viewport and saw the heavy burn from one of his Celox Frigates' engines as it moved to follow orders, followed closely by its Loki counterparts and TIE/ss fighters. He glanced back at the war table, watching the two fleets converge.

Spoiler: Fleet Comp

7th Fleet
Main Fleet : Unto The Breach [100|100] Say My Name [100|100] Hush Now [100|100] Two For Flinching[100|100] Celox Frigate 1 [100|100] Celox Frigate 2 [100|100] Celox Frigate 3 [100|100] Celox Frigate 4 [100|100] Celox Frigate 5 [100|100] Loki Corvette 1 [100|100] Loki Corvette 2 [100|100] Loki Corvette 3 [100|100] Loki Corvette 4 [100|100] Loki Corvette 5 [100|100] Loki Corvette 6 [100|100] Loki Corvette 7 [100|100] Hofund Cruiser [100|100]
Starfighter Compliment [Squadrons] : TIE/DA [32/32] TIE/ss [5/5] HAAT/i [5/5] - On Surface Stork [4/4] - On Surface

Spoiler: Summary

1.) Fleet continues to push toward Asteroid Belt to assist Admiral Squesha .
2.) Unto The Breach moves between Oblation and Hofund Cruiser to hide the cruisers movements.
3.) 6 squadrons of TIE/DA fly by Hofund Cruiser and then boost toward Darth Carnifex ship, ECW capabilities pointed toward the Oblation. Hofund Cruiser fires missiles on same path as TIE's to hide the missile launches. 106 missiles split in half between Proton and Ion are en route to the Oblation.
4.) 1 Celox, 2 Loki's and 2 squadrons of TIE/ss also peel off toward the Oblation with the intent to fly far beneath it to come up behind and engage Elmindra Xitaar support ships and the Oblation's engines.
5.) Fleet engages Oblation at range, attempting to overwhelm sensor suites on it and damage shields if possible.
6.) Sularen and Squesha are advised of Calin's movements.

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: Darth Carnifex

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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.

I still think about those dark, quiet nights in Lianna City looking upon the Lenoi screen reading the chats of other comrades who were 'in' on the work. One time I joined in with the others raising toasts to the christening of a new regime. It would be bold, magnificent, indomitable- a real heir to the Galactic Empire of which the Emperor sought to consecrate in my old homelands. Tion would be the birth of it all. Stars would quake and tremble at out feet.

The remains of Black Wing were ash and static.

In the cockpit of her TIE/ss, Sieliel's comms were dead. The only company (beneath the din and vrrrr of the ion engines) was the hissing, fractured echoes of screams cut short. They had abandoned her, and it would seem someone had paid them some karma. But now whoever they were were now after her.

She banked hard left through a cloud of scorched durasteel and smoke, the force of the maneuver pressing her into the seat, her vision narrowing. Sieliel grit her teeth, breathing hard through her flight mask. Her sensors flickered, recalibrating through the haze of EMP wash and raw radiation. The HUD seemed to take an age as it updated far too slowly.

Five ships. Gone. Just like that.

There had been no warning. No duel. No dogfight. Just lightning as blue ion fire that burned through shields like tissue quickly followed by the silence; and in that silence, the sick reminder bloomed: they had left her. Whether they thought she had lured the enemy in, or simply hadn't trusted her to begin with... the result was the same.

Abandoned. Again.

Just like on Lianna.

Sieliel barely heard herself whisper: "Cowards."

But the heat in her chest was more than rage. It was betrayal. Her squadron had left her in a kill-zone with what seemed to be a bounty hunter from the underbelly of the Sith war machine. Someone had tipped him off. They had paid him; and that someone had made sure Sieliel was out here alone. If only she could return back to those dark nights dreaming of the new era for this one was not what they had worked towards. The Fifth Wing were behind this. She was sure of it.

Sieliel worked her fingers across the controls, and she pulled back into a wide arc around a ruined freighter, chasing the trail of the attacker- no- her hunter. The cloaked ship had revealed itself just long enough to bleed the squadron dry. Now it skulked again, slipping through the debris field with the same predatory confidence that Sieliel had seen before… Laetor. The same Sith Lord who was the one behind the veil and who Sieliel knew would come for her. She knew far too much to be left alive. Only Selrik Lorcas and Karl Von Strauss ' mercy had allowed her to live this long.

Sieliel crushed these thoughts. This wasn't the time. She had no proof. Just instinct, and instinct could get her killed. Her sensors chirped to signal movement. Large, fast, headed away. The Firespray. She pushed the throttle to max and closed in, sighting on the glimmer of residual heat from his afterburners.

"I see you now."

She squeezed the trigger. A tight volley of green lasers lanced through the dark. Three of them connected. Impact bursts flaring against his shields. But he didn't turn to engage. Were they running?

No. Luring.

The debris around him seemed oddly placed, too symmetrical, too open in some places and clustered in others. Sieliel banked hard to starboard, trying to break the predictable vector when-

The charge went off.

The world behind her exploded in light and silence. A pulsing shockwave tore through the debris like a soundless scream. Her TIE bucked hard, systems jolting. Warning sirens. Shields dropped to forty percent. Stabilizers overloaded.

"Seismic. Damn him!"

The TIE/ss spun out, using the roll to bleed off velocity and avoid colliding with a shattered escape pod tumbling into it's path. Dust and white-hot fragments scraped past her cockpit. As Sieliel corrected, her heart hammered. Not just from fear. From terror.

This wasn't about survival anymore.

She was already dead, as far as Command was concerned. Sieliel Dimegor was the disgraced one, the traitor who wore a pardon like a scarlet brand. No one would come looking. There were no reinforcements coming. If this opponent- this adversary- was here just for her (like she thought he was) to put an end to her then there was only thing left to do. To go out fighting. At least she had that chance unlike the comrade she had put down on Bastion.

Let him come.

Her eyes narrowed. The ship stabilized. Systems began to reroute power. The HUD flared back to life.

"Alright, hunter," she whispered. "Let's see how well you bleed."

The TIE/ss did something unexpected. It would make sense for the pilot within to stay in and around the Vindicator. The chaos of the battle, combined with the anti-starfighter capabilities of the larger capital ship, would give Fett's prey a fighting chance. Command may have abandoned Sieliel Dimegor but this was still a battle and many of those guns were automatic. That Firespray was as good as target as anything else.

Instead of doing the logical, Sieliel banked low. The HUD registered new telemetry registering debris and targets as she took the TIE/ss down towards the planet. She used the rapidly piling debris field for cover as Brosi grew larger through the viewing screen.

It became crystal clear to Fett as he pursued. His prey was taking them down to the planet.

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[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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Velcarin's eyes widened in shock, as across the ruined battlescape, they settled themselves upon her opponent that she had just kicked only to see him reach out with the Force and crush a man to death with it.

Next, as the viscera of bone, flesh and matter pelted the battleground (with some of it landing on Velcarin's slender, armoured frame) the Inquisitor's opponent was unrelenting as he fired a plume of flames at her direction for a second time with all the intent and fury to watch her burn to death- a bad way to go at any rate. Still surprised by what she had just seen instinct made Varin's opponent move into action, and so she jumped, much like before when she had assaulted his transport ship at the beginning of the battle.

Velcarin was predictable. She launched herself up into the air to evade her enemy, but Varin Mortifer was cunning. He predicted where she would land, no doubt guided in his malevolence by the dark side itself, and soon the flames that he had fired upon were setting the ground alive in a pyre of smoke, fire and death with the former Jedi-turned-Inquisitor landing in the maelstrom of it all. Her black figure soon disappeared into the flames, and a death defying scream erupted from where Velcarin stood as Varin brought himself to the precipice of victory over his Imperial opponent.

As Varin seemed to ascertain victory, the hue of heat surrounding Velcarin seemed to slow down, and through his attuned senses in the Force, Varin felt his opponent manipulating the currents of energy, flame and fire around them. Flames dancing along the Menasor armour that she wore, burning up her cape and incinerating the outer layers of her armour, Velcarin's blue eyes were heavy with focus and intimidating intent, the flames began to part to reveal her as she absorbed them and then redirected them back to Varin with other other hand guiding the flames backwards towards her adversary so that he too would know what it was like to burn.

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[Varin Mortifer]

He watched as her form seemed to burn. The scent of flame in the air as he began to lay down his guard against her. Believing the battle to be short lived, he watched as the flames danced around her and for a moment, he was impressed. The maelstrom of fire was sent back to him and he smirked under his mask.

“Now, Ignati…feast…”

The flames devoured his body, dancing around him, but no scream escaped. All she could hear was maniacal laughter as his voice seemed to grow deeper. The fire seemed to meld to his body as they began to shape draconic wings to his back. Behind him was the shape of a massive draconic beast made of infernal flame.

Varin's eyes glowed with a piercing gaze that bled through his visor. A stare of feral blood lust. The shape behind him seemed to hiss and then carve the ground around the two in a circular formation, ending its path by devouring its tail surrounding them in a ring of flame.

“....That was simply…delicious…”

His voice came out harsh and rasp. Completely different from the voice the apprentice used before.

He stood there eyeing his opponent, looking through her, drinking in the anger, the anxiety, the fear as he darted forth towards her fist clenched and ramming it towards her sternum.

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

The flaming walls danced around them like a demonic ball room, chaos all held together in a simple shape as the flames leapt to the sky boxing them in.

Velcarin​

 

[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.

Relief flooded the Dark Lord as she applied the bacta cannister to her maimed shoulder after pausing to stop so she could apply it. In the distance Her heard things that would make those lesser than hers buckle as she tended to her wound. The roar of Garza as he unleashed his Force Destruction upon the battlegrounds surrounding in and around Shoengen. Somewhere nearby- perhaps too close- were explosions, guns firing and the familiar pitch of TIEs somewhere fighting the skies above the tower. Sometimes there are no words to describe what war really sounds like.

There were other things too. Growling, moaning, and the screams of those yielding to the deadly embrace of undead hoards manifested by Darth Caedes were enough to make even the bravest buckle. As Her discarded the cannister she also could hear the sounds of things being destroyed nearby, and although she could not see it, she knew where they came from. Whoever or whatever it was that she tracked her down in the OreDuke Tower had just destroyed her equipment.

She needn't need the Red Queen to confirm as much.

RED QUEEN: Connection has been severed to the OreDuke tower. Cone of Silence has been destroyed. PDF destroyed. However, I was able to interlink my matrix into the tower itself, thereby maintaining our connection. After all, you are an important asset to Section C. He would be most displeased if you were... destroyed.

I have to keep moving.

Breaking into a light jog, Her looked for a way out while the Red Queen regaled them with information. The AI was in the OreDuke Tower system. That was smart, and adaptive. Then came the reminder of N&Z's Section C and how both she and the AI were assets belonging to The Lord of Hunger . She gritted her teeth and pushed away the thoughts that the Red Queen thought that the likes of Her could ever belong to anybody.

Despite losing most of her equipment to her adversary already, at least The Nullsuit was doing it's work at any rate. Blended into the walls and dark scenery of the tower (preprogramed into the suit before the Imperial attack) Her continued to elude the security turrets and sensors above as she looked to escape for they needn't register that she was there. It made Her question how then did her foe manage to track her down so easily in the first place given that the other security protocols in the tower itself couldn't even lock their turrets upon her.

As she continued to run away from Allyson, Her asked the Red Queen: "Who is after me? What is it?"

RED QUEEN: I am attempting to recall. It is difficult, however, given that my terminal has been destroyed by them. Processing...

The artificial voice of the AI filled Her's left ear via the ear-plug that she had inserted in there earlier as she navigated Level 43 to find a way out. Weaponless, with no information, and an adversary that she could not sense or feel with her abilities in the Force was far too disadvantageous for the Dark Lord to turn around and stand their ground particularly given the injury to her arm. She could not move it, and without medical treatment sooner rather than later, Her felt like she could lose the arm itself.

She was no longer in any fighting condition. Whoever was hunting her down was hurt their target well.

"Use the DSDT Program if you have too. I want to know who or what they are."

The Direct Surveillance of Domestic Threats was an intelligence gathering operation conceived by Alicia Drey which was designed to gather and store files on threats- both domestic and foreign- to the late Empire of the Lost. There was every chance that whatever it was who was hunting Her down would be stored on the initiative supplying the undercover Dark Lord will information that she could use to retaliate.

If they were on file then, perhaps, she could put her cunning mind to the task and find a way to trick or deceive the person hunting her down.

RED QUEEN: I have input the telemetry that I recorded just before the attack into the program. There is no record of such a person on file in the Direct Surveillance of Domestic Threats.

Her burst through a door up ahead and as they slammed on the walls, the racket that they caused was more than enough to give away their position. As she slipped into the next adjacent corridor up ahead, Her gritted her teeth furiously at the revelation that whoever or whatever it was that was hunting her down was not known to the program. Every moment in this tower was exposing more disadvantages. It was almost unbelievable if not for the fact that she was living through it.

"How are they tracking me?" Her asked next as she opened door after door looking for stairs, an elevator, or some other way out of Level 43.

RED QUEEN: I am attempting to find that out for myself. Fortunately I am now able to follow where they are through the security cameras. They appear to be female and the weapon they are using is a bow. I cannot ascertain it's make or design at this time.

"WHY are you running?!"

As the Red Queen explained that they could now see the would-be assassin following Her, she heard them shout somewhere just behind them. Despite her search, Her could not find a way out. There was no-where leading down or up in this section of Level 43. She only found more offices, suites or lockers used for storage. There was no escape.

Trying not to let the panic settle in, Her turned to nearby terminal and asked: "Show me a direct feed of where they are now."

RED QUEEN: Displaying live feeds on Terminal JT-343 near you.

As the teriminal burst to life, Her lowered their gaze to the screen to finally rest her crimson gaze upon the woman who nearly killed her just a few minutes ago.

The screen flickered, with some static intermixed with the transmission (no doubt a visual bug caused by the battle happening nearby), and then Her could finally see them. They were female, Human, and despite the darkened corridor, she could tell they were dark haired wearing some type of jacket with an arsenal of arrows at their back.

Her fixated their gaze upon the woman being shown to her by the AI. If there was any colour left in the Dark Lord's face then it would have drained upon the realisation that she knew the woman stalking down the corridor towards her direction. She hadn't needed the DSDT Program or the Red Queen AI to tell her who their attacker was. Her only needed to get a look at them herself.

Inexplicably an old comrade from the past was here, on Brosi, working for them; and they were trying to kill her.

"Where are you?"

Her could hear them nearby. They were close.

Too close.

RED QUEEN: I have been scanning them using the towers sensors and have discovered that they are using a cybernetic implant in their eye socket. Judging by the tower's sensors they are using it to track your movements.

As Allyson disappeared from the surveillance feed (as they continued to stalk down the adjacent corridor and into the one Her was standing in) the Dark Lord's cunning mind worked hard and there, at the precipice of being murdered by an old comrade, an epiphany came in the dark.

"Activate all blast doors on Level 43. Seal them in."

RED QUEEN: But you will also be sealed in as well?

"So long as I am not stuck in the same room as that woman I do not care. Make it happen."

RED QUEEN: Affirmative. Activating blast doors.

Across the corridors, entrances, exits and window panels of Level 43, within the OreDuke Tower, blast doors slid down, across or up from the crevices and cracks in the walls to seal both women in. Just before Allyson could make it into the corridor Her was hiding in one of the blast doors slid closed right in front of the Jedi Shadow, stopping her path forwards and preventing them from finishing the job.

Safety was hers for now.

"Find me a way out," Her told the Red Queen as she leaned off the terminal and limped down the dark corridor back to the entrance where Allyson was standing behind. Before the AI could protest, the Dark Lord took the plug out of her ear and let it dangle there as she walked before the blast door that was separating both women.

With her good hand, Her rapped her knuckles upon the metal and asked the woman on the other side: "Is that you, Captain?"

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[Eurydice]

Darth Nefaron​

"We've come here only for show?"

Eurydice did not hate the idea - she was no great combatant, and like her Master, tended to avoid physical altercations. As self-serving as they were, the Sith seemed capable of joining their strength when their lands were under threat.

Clearly, Nefaron saw other opportunities in the carnage. Allowing your enemies to kill one another while you watched on the sidelines was extremely Sith-like.

Would there come a day where she would seek to stand against him? Eurydice's foresight did not yet reach that far. She was too focused on simple survival to actively cultivate her hatred toward the man who'd enslaved her.

The bound trooper behind them began to rouse. The acolyte turned in place, slowly, as she watched her master come to a stop behind the chair. With grim humor, Darth Nefaron laid out his expectations before her.

If possible, the girl's face paled further. She nodded.

The soldier blinked slowly, squinting at the slivers of light that streaked through the gaps in the wall. True to the Corpse Lord's instruction, the first thing he would see was her. He blinked again – this time in confusion at the sight of a petite young woman lingering before him. Aside from the rebreather, she was garbed in dark robes. The sort that marked her as Sith. If he even retained the capacity to speak, Eurydice would curtail any speech by leaning forward and placing the palms of her hands to either side of his head.

"I'm sorry."​

It slipped out. A little admission of pity, of reluctance, of humanity that held her back. But it wasn't enough to stay her hand. Fear drove her forward, drove her into the mind of this unfortunate man who couldn't have been much older than conscription age.

Plumes of smoke billowed over pale crimson skies. Everything around you is ash and fire. Your mother lies dead, buried partially beneath the heavy stones of a collapsed hearth. Your sister is curled beneath her, so small and still. She's probably dead too.

But wait! She stirs, her little fingers flexing, then her eyelids flutter. The whites of her eyes have gone red, but they only make the glassy green of her irises stand out. A spark of life among so much death.

You grab your sister by her arms and drag her out from beneath your mother's corpse. You gather her into your arms, and she doesn't cry. Doesn't speak. She raises a hand to your face, and when it comes away, you can see the blood dribbling over her fingers. Your blood.

That's funny, though. You can't feel it. You can't feel much of anything, not even the ground beneath your feet as you run.

You run, because they are coming. The dark ones.

 

[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!!​

His observation that she was no commoner, while accurate, held no sway over her. It did not bother her in the slightest.

Then, he began to move, striding forward. It was a rather surprising decision, this choice to close the distance.

As he advanced toward her, he announced his clear intention: to enter the tower. A multitude of options flickered through her mind, but the third choice, above all, held a potent, appealing draw.

She would hold her ground.

And so she did. As he continued his approach, she remained utterly motionless.

Suddenly, without warning, her right hand rose toward him. A lightsaber, clutched in her grasp, and from the sleeve of her robes, flared to life with a fierce snap-hiss. If he dared take another step forward, he might impale himself directly upon its blade.

The hilt was smaller than a typical design, yet it was distinctly not a shoto. Though, It was, undeniably, a full-sized lightsaber.

Saturated in the wicked blush of reddish-pink crimson, the blade radiated a vibrant, glow. And with it a low-pitched resonant, abyssal growl.

Her hooded head tilted slightly, as if she were lost in silent admiration of the potent blade poised between them, holding the posture for a beat or two. Then, with a subtle sway, the hood of her cloak shifted back, her gaze returning fully to him.

Her voice, a chilling echo from the depths of her hood, addressed him. “And stop you I shall... Umbaran.” Her tone shifted, becoming precise, deliberate. “Though before proceeding, you would do well to be mindful of something...” She continued, her words cutting. “When I murdered your pathetic guards, the lightning probably fried out the terminal too. Which means you’ll likely need to find another way in.”

Her shoulders arched in a languid, feigned gesture of indifference. “If you can... Or perhaps the terminal is perfectly fine. Who’s to say...”

A slow, subtly malevolent smirk, sweet as poisoned honey, swayed her hidden lips. “So, you should ask yourself, is it worth the risk?”

 

[Lor'Vekka]

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"Equal?"

She looked at Delsin again and studied him for a moment. Equal? No, she didn't think so. Did that mean she thought he wasn't strong? No. He was strong, but there was something about him that said he lacked the same character as Quinn did. The way he moved, how he'd broken the lock to the door, the fact he didn't really speak much. Quinn was pleasant, albeit her enemy. The man was not.

"Adoptive parent or not, his consistent desire to be at the forefront of every engagement indicates either a lack of trust in his subordinates or that he believes his subordinates would have a lack of trust in him if he did not engage in combat."

The banter wasn't bad, but it did slow her down.

"As for Empress Deschart, she is busy leading the Empire. Our worlds do not cease to function while the army marches to war, and the majority, if not all, of the ruling council, aside from her, is engaged here, meaning someone has to be in charge of the Empire while they are gone. Government, society, does not function without a guide, except to become chaos.

"And as for me, I plotted nothing. I am an Inquisitor. My existence serves purely to control and inhibit other Force Sensitives. Operational plans on this scale are outside of my purview. I was simply told where to go and what to do."

As she preferred it. It was a weird holdover from her time as a slave. Her ability to function had never really been her own and now she relied heavily on direction from the higher leadership within the Inquisitorius. It wasn't that she couldn't think for herself, it was that she had a primal need, ingrained from her time under the thumb of others, to be told what to do. Except when it came to survival. She didn't need to be told to do that.

And before the objects in the room could move, the man had done so. From still to above her in half a second. She didn't take the time to look at him, because that would have killed her. Instead, her saber flew free of her hand, because the Force was faster than her reflexes, and intercepted his attempt to bisect her. Once it had done, so, and even while she was being pelted by debris and other things thrown by Quinn, she grabbed the mans extended arm, flexed her body and used the Force to assist her in throwing him through a window and out of the room.

Something hit the back of her head and she fell to a knee, head spinning.

OUTFIT: Armor | GEAR: Lightsaber
TAGS: Delsin Shaw | Quinn Varanin ​

 

[Garza]

OBJECTIVE II: Seize the Means of Production
EQUIPMENT: | Drop Pod | Siege Cannon |
FORCES: | Terentatek | Leviathan | Chrysalide | Wyrm | War Worm | Dreambeast | Devourer | Silooth | Tuk'ata | Veergundark | Stormbeast | Xorvyrnog |
TAGS: | Srina Talon | Selrik Lorcas | Darth Morta | Saltare Dothon | Varin Mortifer | The Lord of Hunger | War Marshal Helix | Sophia of House Marr | Koda Fett | Sieliel Dimegor | Augustus Von Strauss | Velcarin | Lunaria Talon | Soldane Talon | Matteo Guo-Yian | @Open

Xorvyrnog the great Leviathan stormed through the fields. Racing after an APC. Maw clenching down upon the turret that had turned around just too slow. Teeth gnashing through the fortified steel and metal. Cutting clean through the Trooper that manned it. Fore-limbs reaching forward to grab the vehicle with his physical strength and wrenching it from the ground. Releasing his hold to throw the vehicle into the air. As it so happened, A TIE fighter was flying by in just that moment for the two of them to collide mid-air. A reckless toothy grin, if there was such a facial shape for a beast such as him, formed upon his maw. Eyes scanning the battle field. Feeling the darkness through the force and its great power that was controlled by Garza. Kindred in their species, however both were extremely modified to be more than just tools of war, but destroyers of life, peace and harmony.

Primal Visions filled from their heads to one another. Even from Garza's view point, he saw a host of vehicles headed towards the Shield Generators. The very ones that prevented the massive battleships overhead from raining down untold destruction upon the ground forces of the Sith Order. There was no need for detailed communication. Just the sight of the military vehicles headed that direction was all Xorvyrnog needed.

The pace in which the massive leviathan sprinted through the battlefield after them could have been considered impossible to any degree of physics and reason. His form and weight made the ground shudder and shake in his local area in which he raced towards the Shield Generators. A roar erupted from his maw. A declaration of war. Sounding deep and rumbling across the very ground to all Sith Spawn. Calling them to his position. Nearing after the forces that were currently trying to set charges on the Shields.

The Force Flowed through the Leviathan. In that moment, The single Massive creature became more. Not two, not three, but five massive beasts charging through the field. Each moving at such a pace. Leaping over Allied tanks and enemies alike. Conventional weapons firing at them and bouncing off of their near-impenetrable hide.

Other Leviathans, Stormbeasts, and Tuk'ata charged with them to the Shield Generators. The first to reach were the Tuk'ata. Roaring and barking like feral devil hounds. Jumping onto whoever wasn't allied to the Sith and clawing them. Their teeth latching down upon the necks of soldiers and ripping their head from the body. Stormbeasts closing in. Leaping into the air and landing upon armored vehicles and yanking weapons from the turrets.

All in time, for Xorvyrnog to meet those that raced through to the Shield Generators. Him and his clones of the force came with no warning. No desire other than to destroy all that stood in their path.

| Saltare Dothon | Jacen Breska |

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As the destructive beams of energy died down, faltering to a simple flame erupting around my teeth, I smiled deeply. Knowing that the bestial and primal connection that the great lord Darth Carnifex had connected myself and Xorvyrnog together so that we could more easily coordinate in this battle. Already my "little brother" was racing to defend the Capital grade planetary shielding. Leading the charge against them with his ferocious fury born of the God-Emperor of Pantha. My sight of the Vessels that headed to the shield Generator from my height, allowed an advantage that very few humans ever got. Only being able to replicate a fraction of my power.

However, the screams of more fighters closed in upon me. My muzzle turned to face the sky. A smile formed upon my face. The great distraction it seemed. Little did these humans know that Beasts were much more smarter than they could have been led to believe. They believed me to be a simple massive creature. Just something to take damage and not do anything else. As the vessels drew in, All of these fighters flying about, raining down laser fire that barely scratched my hide, The hands of my mighty form raised up. Reaching out through the force. Collecting the energy to be within my hands. Shrinking and molding into something stronger, greater.

I released it. Maw opening and with a roar this ball of energy flew out into the sky. Warping the very air around it. It dragged the very ground it passed up to meet it. Yanking lighter vehicles from the ground and into its inky blackness before stopping in the field. Drawing down and consuming whatever it came past. A gravitational pull that began to rip apart at the front lines and battlefield of the Confederate forces. Ships flying close would have to do their best to fly away from it. Those less fortunate or not fast enough to escape the gravity well that formed, became spaghettified. Ripped apart and stretched thinner and thinner.

 

[Kaila Irons]

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

Location: Brosi, approaching asteroid field
Wearing: Armor
Flying: 'Dûr'ashaarai' Starfighter
Tag: Bella Tamsin Graves

"He countermeasured." reported Ronin-3.

"Wait... return signal on times-four buzzdroids."

Kaila watched the hostile TIE roll frantically, the ghost of a smile touching her lips.

"Good hit."

Soon the two escorts peeled away towards the asteroid field, but it appeared as though the third craft was moving in the opposite direction. Given the difference in model and movement, the young Darth reasoned that this must be their squad lead.

"Ronin-2, pursue the fleeing craft. I'll escort in case that lone pilot circles back."

She dipped her starfighter low, slowing down just enough for Tamsin Graves to pass over her before accelerating into a vertical climb. Up ahead, Ronin-3 continued his own ascent when suddenly the squad's sensors went haywire. False positive signatures made Bella 's starfighter a nightmare to track on targeting sensors. To her and Ronin-3's computers, it looked as as though the enemy was everywhere at once, but never for long.

"My sensors are jammed—"

A series of bright lights forced her flash-visor to darken until it was near black.

Ronin-3 was now on a collision course with Bella , who appeared as though a comet, cerulean and cosmically threatening.

"I'm blind. i'm-!"

Electro-plasma discharges slammed into his Aegis shields. Arcs were absorbed by a partial molecular shield which fed into the Herald-class starfighter's powerbanks, charging shields and weapon systems, but some of the kinetic force tore through, breaking apart the top half of his left wing.

Stunned and frightened, Ronin-3's machine spirit took over for but a second, squeezing off a few blaster cannon rounds on it's own, filling the pilot's head with whispers not his own.

But even stunned, the motionless pilot was still a threat; Ronin-3's Entropic Blade Hull was still ramming capable.

Kaila could see all of this happening in her flank, her consciousness linked to Ronin-1's photoreceptors in a dizzying collage of perspectives. She immediately looped her craft into a dive on Bella 's tail.

"Change in plans," she barked, lining up a shot.

"I'm going after that lone wolf!"

Better to let Tamsin destroy the weaker threats while she occupied the most dangerous herself.

"Ronin-3 is hit, destroy those escorts and return to me, we'll hunt together soon enough."

Though ever protective of her sister and apprentice, she'd trained her well, and it was time to trust her abilities.

Squinting her eyes, she allowed herself to focus on the hostile TIE, opening up with her four Blaster Cannons.

"Guns, guns , guns!"

Even if she hit Ronin-3.

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[Ronhar Tane]

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

"Sir, it seems we have an incoming message from Selrik Lorcas ", Cooridg's comms officer noticed.

"Very well. Put it through."

The comms array lit up as the distorted voice of Grand Moff Lorcas played throughout the gunship's cockpit.

"Grand Moff Lorcas to Captain Tane. Any airborn assets you have below the shield that are available, direct them against the giant creature that's landed on the battlefield. We need to keep it busy until the shield is down and we can bombard it."

"Ah, hell", Cooridg muttered to himself. The last thing that he had wanted to do was to face that creature, but now he had been ordered to do so. As he braced himself and prepared to turn his ship around, his comms officer spoke out again:

"Wait, Captain, we've got another transmission as well. This one's from Saltare Dothon . Patching it through now."

This time the cockpit was filled with the voice of Inferno Squad's fearless leader:

"Selrik Lorcas, Inferno has been waylaid. A portion of my team is en route to the generators, but I'm engaging an unknown enemy element on the flanks. Ronhar Tane or any other TIC forces, Inferno is requesting starfighter reinforcement on my coordinates and reinforcements to the shield generator to help the rest of Inferno Squadron."

"Well, isn't this quite the conundrum", Cooridg noted as the second transmission finished playing. Two clashing objectives, of which Cooridg could only attempt one. Which should he choose? The shield generators, or the massive, lizard creature that meant almost certain death?

The answer was obvious.

"Give me that", Cooridg demanded as he relieved the comms officer of his transmitter. "Acknowledged, Saltare Dothon , gunship support is en route. Dig in and stand by."

He handed the transmitter back to the now rather annoyed looking comms officer.

"Are you quite sure about that, sir? After all, Selrik Lorcas most certainly outranks Inferno Squad, and he did ask us first."

Cooridg stared down his comms officer, a dangerous look in his eye. Then, he spoke with complete seriousness:

"Ask us what, exactly?"

The comms officer looked back at Cooridg with a bewildered look.

"Sorry sir?"

"Ask us what, exactly?", Cooridg repeated. "Because I don't recall receiving a message from Selrik Lorcas ."

"But sir, he-"

"I said I don't recall receiving a message from Selrik Lorcas ", Cooridg repeated as he boosted power to the ship's engines. Before the comms officer could protest, he noticed Cooridg had drawn his SE-26p heavy blaster pistol, and was currently pointing it directly at him. Both the copilot and the sensor array officer had drawn their weapons at well, and he had a good idea where they would be pointing them next if he didn't drop the issue.

"I...I understand, sir", the comms array officer said through gritted teeth.

"I'm glad you do", Cooridg replied icily.

"Uh sir, I hate to interrupt", said the sensor array officer, "but we're picking up incoming bogies. They appear to be modified TIE Interceptors of some sort, but they definitely aren't ours."

"Blast!", Cooridg cursed at the news. "Give me that", Cooridg demanded again of his comms away, snatching away his transmitter.

"This is Captain Cooridg of the MIN Puff the Magic Krayt Dragon, initiating protocol Delta-Echo-Alpha-Delta. Requesting any available air assets to cover us as we assist in the destruction of the shield generator."

"Acknowledged, Puff", came the swift reply. "Fighters are converging on your location, over."

"Excellent", Cooridg breathed as he continued onward, being joined by a number of TIE Bombers and Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators. From the opposite side came the Gnetocarro-class Starfighters and Y-Fender "Ugly" Starfighters as they moved to engage the pursuing enemy forces. Below, the Cohorts continued their own advance toward Saltare Dothon 's position, filled to the brim with KX/B1 Monster Droids and Refurbished B2 Super Battle Droids.

Cooridg just hoped it would all be enough to keep him alive for the time being...

TAGS:
Garza
Saltare Dothon
Selrik Lorcas
Haro Aven
Naamino Zuukamano

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[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

Eira cleared the floor that was where she found the body. There was an idea of where a target might try to head towards but Eira needed to find them before then. By the time they reached that location, it was far too late in Eira's mind. They had to die before then. Eira moved up the stairs and listened over the comms, flicking between all the channels that were being used. Eira was making sure she could gather as much intel as she could, locations of the guards and start mapping out an idea of the arrangements of the ongoing situations. Things were progressing around the tower and it was clear that the imperials were desperate for control of this tower. Whoever she was hunting was part of that desire.

<Someone is accessing the security grid>

<I am heading that direction, will report back>

Listening to the conversation for a brief moment longer, nothing was stated back and Eira looked upwards. The guard had been above her, she knew that much but where on the floor was now going to be an issue. The acolyte was heading to the stairs, moving swiftly, Eira's mind was trying to figure out how to turn this around from being a cat and mouse, forcing the infiltrator into a confrontation. Given the skill in the kill that Eira did find, she knew that this was someone talented but might not be a Force User.

Which was going to be an interesting confrontation if Eira did find the infiltrator.

Reaching the floor, Eira started her sweep right away, she was using the Force to sense her surroundings. Listening out for anything that sounded out of place or peculiar. Eira grabbed a dagger at the ready, she was sure that whoever had been accessing the security grid at this level hadn't travelled far. They were hunting for something and Eira was going to make sure that their hunt ended now. It took several minutes for Eira to locate where the infiltrator had accessed the security grid. A random alcove port, Eira placed her hand on the port and sighed, she wished that she had either psychometry or mechu deru at this point to have some idea of who she was chasing.

Alas, fortune was not in her favour for now.

Instead, Eira stepped away and looked around, seeking where someone might have gone from this room and which direction they might time. The alcove was small and there weren't a lot of options.

Either way, it was clear the infiltrator was skilled in hacking and meant that it was even more important for Eira to track them down and end things before they progressed too far. "Can't let this continue." Eira growled to herself, cloaking herself in the Force once again, she moved to the exit and entered a conference room.

 

[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: Lucette | Lysander von Ascania | Madrona A’Mia

The relief of Tova was short-lived and hidden behind her helmet. The Imperial Knight might have been able to sense it, but Tova seriously doubted that the young Hapan cared that much. Tova would have fought against the giant Sithspawn if asked, but the fact that they were not heading in that direction was good news. As the behemoth got smaller as the shuttle continued, Tova was able to focus again.

Unlike the Knight, Tova thought nothing of the others in the path of the monster. Her squad would be with her, her company was off planet, and she likely would not have spared much thought even if Stormclad Company was in the mix. Tova's job was to storm the tower and activate the beacon. Since that had not changed, she would not think of the monster or those affected by it again.

The first sight of the Knight's lightsabers brought a smirk to Tova's lips. It was almost time. Action was on the horizon. As the descent was nearly done Knight Pryde must have noticed Tova's nod to Whisper. She bid the comm specialist stay close. A beacon was Whisper's specialty. She would be useful. And Tova and Knight Pryde would keep Whisper safest of anyone.

As the ramp of the gunship lowered Tova looked to her Sgt and nodded, pushing down the urge to yelp her excitement as she would if it were just HVT-32 on the mission. She knew her equipment was all in check so she raised her weapon and started off into the warzone.

This was nothing like Tova expected. There was very little blaster fire. She couldn't hear a single explosion. In the place of grenades and blaster bolts were huge insects. As the Lannik trooper stormtrooper took a moment to go over her options and what would be the most effective, Knight Pryde barked out orders to the droids. Tova hadn't liked the suggestion to bring droids along, they stole some of her explosions. But now she would have to admit their flamers were quite useful.

"For the Empire!" Tova yelled out as she started firing rapidly into the swarm of insects. She followed at Knight Pryde's left, slightly behind. Whisper was on the Knight's right firing with her two pistols. Tova always teased Whisper that she would need to master a bigger gun if she was going to continue to run with HVT-32. But the Mirialan always said a rifle would get in her way. In this battle l, Tova wasn't sure that two precision blasters weren't better than her single heavy blaster. Mostly though she just hoped that her armor would hold up from the beating it was about to take. This many bugs, some were bound to get through.

"The field will never be clear, Knight-Sergeant, we need to push forward. Steady, but quick. These things are a nice distraction on the Sith's part. But they can only be a distraction. Worse lies ahead I guarantee."

Spoiler: Loadout

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