Mission Anaxes: Fall From Glory (TSC+Sith)

[Blade Ice]

Anaxes: Fall From Glory
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Hushed whispers of rebellion in the core have once again reached the Sith Covenants ears. This time from the world of Anaxes, The Old Defenders of the Core. They were the first line of defense in the days of the republic and now Generals and Admirals conspire to reclaim their glory. Seeing the Sith Covenant and its leadership criminal opportunist rather than a true threat.

They are beginning to buildup resources and armies once more on Anaxes. They think they can take back the core easily. Restore real law and order over it under their guidance and leadership. They know they have the military knowledge on every front to thwart just about anything the covenant can throw at them.

However, they are still in the early stages of their attempted overthrow. The covenant has just caught rumors of their plan. Now several Sith ships have come out of hyperspace over the planet of Anaxes. Even if the rumors are false and the intel is bad today will show the core that Sith will put down anyone who wishes to challenge them. This will be an exercise in dominance.

Take The War College
Object I​

A contingent of Sith will march on the War College of Anaxes once the pride of The Republic. It holds volumes of knowledge on tactics, war accounts, and schematics for war machines. Plus, several of the military faculty are implicated in the rumor of rebellion.

Goals: Secure the data banks | Kill/subdue high ranking military figures | Take the General running the college alive


Anet Raine | Meya Liefi | Quinn Varanin | Tamsin Starfall

Take The Fleet Base
Objective II​

High above Anaxes sits a massive space station, that is the Home base and forward command center of one of the biggest fleets in the core. The High Admiral of Anaxes Fleet is in charge of station from here he commands the fleets. He is one of the rumored conspirators.

Goals: Take the Stations main engine room | Take the Command bridge | Take the high admiral alive | Do this with minimal damage to the station

Lysander von Ascania | Ziso Kus | Caelis Venn | Delvin jeth



Undecided Tags: Seris Velmora | Aerik Lechner | (Other Sith who want to Join)

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[Blade Ice]

Fall From Glory​

Theme: Cult of Personality
Tags: Lysander von Ascania | Ziso Kus | Caelis Venn | Delvin jeth

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Blade stared out the port windows towards the planet Anaxes in the direction the station hung above the world. He stood there in quiet contemplation as the other sith aboard moved to their stations. Whether that be to move them to landers that would take them to the surface or towards the off ramps for those who were headed to the Fleet Base station.

He looked past the station at the world as the sun bounced off it giving it a glistening purplish-blue atmosphere. For a moment the rebel Sith wondered what he even was doing here? He was leading kids into a fight that was started by rumors. In his life he had been mauled by an ogre, gutted by a lupine, had bones shattered by jedi, and felt a thousand lightning strikes from Sith Lords hands. He had always been one who fought alone no matter the odds.

He wasn't a leader, he never wanted to be. His calloused hands clinched in fists as he thought a moment of those who had chosen to follow him in the past. All those dead faces of those he never asked to stand at his side but choose to. He never wanted them to, never asked them to.

He was a man out for power and the only thing he ever wanted to control was his own destiny. He was a man who never wanted to kneel and put himself beneath Emperor's, Kings, or Councils. He wanted to be the ruler of the kingdom self, and he wanted others to do the same.

Yet here he was looking out at a world that maybe plotted the downfall of one of those regimes he had fought against all his life. Still, what they would put in place would be no different or better. His dream of a truly free galaxy was a delusion; it had taken him a long time to realize that.

The Sith warrior who had once challenged the council of seven Sith lords to combat was long gone. Now there was just old bastard Sith Lord, who wanted to find his spark again. He wanted that old rebellious fire that used to burn in his heart to return again. Yet Darth Lucid felt it might be dead and gone as looked out on this world of Anaxes. He was now the Lord leading children into war, what was next was he going to tell them to sacrifice themselves for his gain. Be just like those decrepit sith before him, let things stagnate just to keep what ever illusion of power he thought he had.

"No." He muttered to himself. He would not become them, and unlike them he would still march into war instead of sitting on some throne dictating code and law. He would practice what ever he would preach. He would not become a hypocrite who depravedly held onto power.

He finally turned away from the view port his mind made up. If these kids were going to fight so, was he. He wasn't going to stand at some command post and dictate orders. Then his combat boots stomped across the durasteel plating of the ship, his tatter old patch work brown leather duster swaying as he moved with haste. He made his way towards the team who would take the Station. As he arrived looking like a homeless man who had somehow wandered onto a sith ship by accident he began looking them over.

He then spoke up. "We will be going under the guise of Covenant officials. This will allow us to get onboard the station." He stopped looking at each of them over yet again, all so young though he knew some had combat experience already. "If the Anaxes Navy is smart they will play it cool, like it's another diplomatic situation. If they ain't so smart they will pull guns on us right away." Honestly, he was hoping for the last one but the first seemed more likely.

"If it's diplomatic, we will ask for some of you to be taken to the main engine room to inspect it. Those with me will ask to be taken to the bridge." Before anyone could ask what if they chose a fight right away Blade spoke up again. "Same plan if we walk into a fire fight, except with out a guided tour and with lots of blaster fire." He then nodded to them in reassurance. He was about to move to his position for then the docking began.

"Oh, yeah and we want to keep the fleet base intact. So please don't go jump through walls or venting areas of the station to space." He then gave them all a cocky little smirk, he knew how it went nothing ever went to plan.

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

Fall From Glory​

Theme: Welcome To The Jungle
Tags: Anet Raine | Meya Liefi | Quinn Varanin

Tamsin found herself sitting alone on of the transports heading for the surface of the world Anaxes. As she buckled herself in as she thought over the mission ahead of them. Personally, she felt she would be better off being part of the group that first went of to secure the data banks. Though that wasn't exactly up to her and the demon in her head was thirsting just to burn the whole damn college to the ground to be honest. Though that wasn't the plan.

Even though she knew the demon was plotting to ruin everything, something was off about it. Like the Demon was hiding something from her, because it was. Tamsin remembered very little of what happened on Zonju V because the demon had blocked it from her, the man who had put this mission together had been there.

She just felt this weird feeling that the Demon knew something deeper about this mission. Knew something more about Anaxes then it let on as well. The taste of destruction was just a mask it was using it to hide what it knew from her. It was a feeling she couldn't shake as she thought there by herself.

She pulled herself from her thoughts seeing several people she knew come onboard the lander heading for the surface. She didn't expect any of them to acknowledge her as she pulled her backpack out of the seat next to her to her chest signifying that the seat was open for anyone who needed it.

Down below if things went to plan, they would all get to where they needed to be without much resistance. However, by her own accounts the covenant never had such good luck. Probably the moment they landed a wild Varin Mortifer would fall from the sky and break a bunch of stuff causing an incident.

That reminded her she hadn't seen that big dummy onboard. It had been rather peaceful to be honest. He was probably her only 'friend' She had made, though she would never call him friend to his face. Yet after what they had fought through on Lehon and elsewhere together, he had earned some respect from her. Didn't mean she wasn't going to still kill him one day, it was on hiatus at the moment.

She hoped everything would go smoothly and they would reach the surface and from there be led around the war college peacefully before chit hit the fan. Her thoughts drifted back to what the demon could be hiding, and she knew the demon was reading her ever thought but she did it anyway. "What was Anaxes?" She out loud under her breath. Wondering if this place had anything to do with her or just something personal to the demon.

 

[Silara IX]

Location: Passenger Bay, Sith Covenant Lander, Upper Atmosphere - Anaxes
Objective: Take the War College
Tag: Tamsin Starfall

The overseers had granted her request. After finishing her orientation at Varanin Academy, Silara IX had been granted permission to go to the Core to join the Sith Covenant to supplement her academy training with experience in a live proving ground. The same chaotic proving ground that Seris Velmora had been thrown into, which had made her into such a formidable opponent in the Blood Pit. Facilitated by the Kainate’s deep connections and the fact that the Covenant itself was far more chaotic in organization than the Sith Order, Silara had simply attached herself to a Covenant force. And before long, she found herself deployed on a mission.

Silara meditated as the lander careened through the upper atmosphere on a descent trajectory towards the War College. In that, her meditation was frantic and obsessive. She tuned her vibroblades again and again to ensure that they would operate flawlessly. Unconsiously inspired by Seris Velmora’s swift, skillful wielding of twin lightsabers, she had elected to take two vibroblades, rather than just one. From there, the strand-cast checked that her explosives were placed comfortably on her belt so that they could be easily accessed. Then, she glanced at the vials of Supernal Infusion secured on her person, to ensure that her greatest weapon, the Force, could not be exhausted.

It was then that a voice in the bay spoke up, albeit in a soft, breathy tone that Silara barely registered in her awareness. A Sith Knight, whom she recognized as Darth Lunaris.

What was Anaxes?

Silara replayed the Knight's whispered words in her mind and contemplated answering her, but thought better of the idea. Instead, the strand-cast glanced away, her eyes shifting between her equipment and the other figures in the passenger bay.

All the while, a question lingered beneath her ribs. Was Seris Velmora here?

Spoiler: Loadout

• Viper Mk. I Skinsuit - Aesthetic
• FAE/M-01 “Scherezade” Energized Vibroblade Mk. II (2)
• Qazûr-Pattern Soulpistol Mk. I
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Standard Blaster Power Cell (6)
    • Tibanna Gas Cartridge (6)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
• FAE/MDE-01-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (4)
• Siqsa-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Obscuration Canister (4)
• Supernal Infusion
• Omnitech Multi Gadget Model 1

 

[Seris Velmora]

Tag: Tamsin Starfall | Silara IX | Anet Raine | Meya Liefi | Quinn Varanin

Seris hated quiet missions.

Not because she lacked patience. The Covenant had already beaten enough bruises into her to teach restraint when it mattered. But there was something fundamentally wrong about descending on a world like Anaxes and being told not to simply break it apart.

The lander vibrated violently as it cut through the atmosphere, the dull roar of engines filling the troop bay with a constant mechanical growl. Red warning lights strobed across armored knees, weapon casings, sharpened faces. Covenant operatives. Academy initiates. Killers pretending they were soldiers for the duration of the assignment.

Seris lounged in her restraint harness with all the discomfort of a predator trapped in a cage too small for it. One boot rested against the bulkhead opposite her seat while her fingers rolled the hilt of one saber lazily against her thigh. The motion was restless. Constant. Her amber eyes drifted across the compartment with visible irritation simmering beneath the surface.

Secure databanks. Capture officers. Take the general alive. Alive. Her lip curled faintly at the thought. “What a waste,” she muttered under her breath, voice low enough that only those nearby might catch it. “Whole military academy full of officers and they want organization instead of bodies.”

The frustration sat hot beneath her skin. Anaxes practically reeked of old Republic pride even from orbit. War College. Tactical genius. Military legacy. All of it begging to be desecrated properly. Instead they were sneaking in.

Seris tilted her head back against the seat, exhaling sharply through her nose before her gaze slid sideways across the troop bay. Tamsin sat alone. That tracked. Seris had seen enough of the woman to recognize the particular kind of tension hanging around her now. Not fear. Not uncertainty. Something stranger. Distracted. Like she was listening to another conversation happening somewhere beneath her own thoughts.

Then came the murmured question.

“What was Anaxes?”

Seris snorted quietly.

“A target,” she answered flatly as she rose from her seat and strode in Tamsin’s direction. She paid little mind to the jerking of the lander that could place her on the deck quicker than she could curse her recklessness. “Hopefully one that stops pretending surrender keeps people alive.”

Only then did her attention shift elsewhere. And found Silara. For a brief second Seris’ expression sharpened with immediate recognition. The strand-cast sat among the others checking weapons with obsessive precision, twin vibroblades prepared at her sides. Seris noticed that instantly. The second blade especially.

A slow grin threatened at the corner of her mouth before she buried it beneath her usual sharp-edged indifference. So she copied me. Interesting. Their last fight in the Blood Pit still lingered vividly in Seris’ memory. Silara had been controlled where Seris had been violent. Precise where Seris had been instinctive. The kind of opponent that became dangerous quickly if left alive long enough to adapt.

And Seris had enjoyed that far more than she intended to admit. Her gaze lingered just long enough to make the recognition obvious. “You survived orientation,” Seris finally said toward Silara, voice carrying casual mockery. “I was beginning to think the Academy had broken you already.”

The insult lacked real venom. Mostly. She leaned slightly towards Silara, eyes narrowing with predatory amusement. “Try not to get yourself killed before we reach the fun part.”

Outside the viewport, fire streaked across the transparisteel as the lander punched deeper into Anaxes’ atmosphere. The War College waited below. And despite all her complaints about infiltration and restraint, Seris could already feel it building beneath her ribs again—that familiar anticipation before violence finally began.

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[Lysander von Ascania]

Fall From Glory
Blade Ice Ziso Kus Caelis Venn Delvin jeth Aerik Lechner​

For most of the voyage, Lysander had kept to himself; not out of disdain. Never out of disdain, even for a Sith. Silence was the only terrain in which his mind could stretch without tearing. So, he stood near the viewport, a little behind and to the right of the Sith Lord, hands clasped loosely behind his back, posture straight. The black peacoat of an emissary fell perfectly to mid‑thigh, its collar turned up just enough to shadow the line one's jaw. Polished boots planted shoulder width apart. The sleek curved hilt at his leather belt, unmistakably Sith, was the lone ornament he allowed.

Lately, he was spread too thin, pulled in too many directions at once. Byss was home but required constant upkeep. Brentaal for investments and the endless tangle of merchant guild politics. Zardossa Stix awaited decisions he still hadn't fully processed. Each system was just more weight he agreed to carry, and none of them were getting lighter..

He'd been everywhere and nowhere at once, scattering himself across star systems like breadcrumbs. Youth or not, it was exhausting..

Anaxes.. yes. He had to admit it: it had slipped through the cracks of his reports. The Covenant had ideas, so many ideas, about becoming something more than marauders, something structured, something that could sustain long-term in the Core. Lysander believed in that vision enough to become point emissary, to be the one who walked into rooms full of senators, admirals, and planetary councils and made the Covenant sound like a future and not only a threat.

But today? Today.. he wanted none of it.

He exhaled softly through his nose. His eyes followed the Sith Lord's reflection in the viewport glass as the older man spoke to the gathered group. Lysander listened, turning the plan over in his mind with the same careful scrutiny applied to treaties and battlefield maps alike.

"Your plan is sound. A diplomatic escort gives us controlled access, and if they abandon civility, the chaos will be theirs, not ours."

Plans rarely came without questions. Better to raise them now than in the midst of something.. irreversible. "Do we have a preferred order of approach once we're separated into engine and bridge teams? If they're nervous.. they'll overcompensate. Would you rather press that advantage or ease into it?" Of course, curiosity was inevitable, 'twas always good to know a little about the figure you were supposed to be aligning with, regardless of the operation.

 

[Caelis Venn]

FALL FROM GLORY
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Tag: Blade Ice Lysander von Ascania Ziso Kus Delvin jeth Aerik Lechner

Caelis stood near the rear of the group, silent beneath the shadow of his hood as Blade spoke. The younger Sith's crimson gaze drifted briefly toward the viewport, toward Anaxes hanging cold and distant beyond the transparisteel.

War.

The word no longer stirred excitement in him the way it once might have. Not after Jedha. Not after the visions.

His gloved hand rested against the hilt at his side as Blade outlined the plan, and despite the older Sith's rough appearance and cynical humor, Caelis found himself respecting him for one simple reason—he was going with them.

Not sending them.

At the warning about venting the station into space, Caelis allowed the faintest smirk.

"I'll try to restrain myself."

Dry humor, but his expression faded quickly after. His eyes narrowed slightly beneath the hood.

"If diplomacy fails," he said calmly, "then speed matters more than slaughter. Take the bridge fast, cripple communications, and confusion will do half the work for us."


He paused briefly before speaking once more.

"And if they force us into a fight…" his voice lowered slightly, colder now, "then we end it before they realize they've already lost."

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[Blade Ice]

Fall From Glory​

Theme: Cult of Personality
Tags: Lysander von Ascania | Ziso Kus | Caelis Venn | Delvin jeth

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Blade just gave a simple nod to Lysander von Ascania for his compliment of a sound plan. Blade looked out the view port a second though letting the question from him and Caelis Venn linger a moment. He watched as the landing craft for the planets surface took off heading for the war college. After they made it a proper distance from the main ship they were on did, he finally address the questions posed to him.

"It's always sound to press the advantage when you have it. If you notice their agitation, press it to make them overcompensate because that is where mistakes will be made. Aggression will be theirs first. We want them to make the first move on us if possible."

It reminded him a few times that he had come across Jedi on the battlefield. Blade knew their code well, he had studied it long ago so he could exploit it when needed.

"Everyone is weary of sith, especially when they come under the guise of peaceful negotiations. Yet seldom do they see the game for what it is. Approach your enemies with open arms, don't be an open threat. They will be expecting betrayal, but you force them to make the move first. They become the aggressor and you have every right in the galaxy to defend yourself."

He was hoping they got that he was telling them to press the enemy into making the first move. Make it look like they had no choice but to defend themselves.

"I once walked into a Jedi foothold under the flag of surrender. Only my britches and coat on." He firmly tugged at the tatter old leather duster he was wearing. "No weapons, reminding them they were defenders not attackers. Their fear got the best of them and they attacked me first."

Blade stopped his reminiscing on the past as the pull of a tractor beam could be felt on the ship pulling them towards the station to dock with it. The pull caused the ship to jostle a bit as a cocky smirk crossed the rebel sith's face.

"Oh, there is no diplomacy and they have already lost kid. But other than that, you pretty much got it all cooked right." He said to Caelis. "it's almost go time, you all ready?"

 

[Delvin jeth]

FALL FROM GLORY

TAG: Blade Ice Lysander von Ascania Ziso Kus Caelis Venn

Lightsaber:

Delvin sat there listening to them speak as he thought about the mission before them all. Silently meditating through sitting there his cold aura remaining there. As did he but he was calm coldy so ready for anything as the tractor beam locked onto the ship and pulled them in.