Another Battle of Anzat [TSE vs SJO]

[guest.224]

Objective: Kill the oppressors and their followers
Affiliation: Sith Empire

Conflict, death - bloodshed. It was all a necessary string of scenarios and fates unified under the concept of one outcome: victory. Animals, humans, even gods. Death provided the victor with dominance, fear and respect, something the Sith Empire, now once again an iconic force of recognised power in the galaxy, needed to extend their grand shadow. To do that, its followers had to act on behalf of what they followed, and thus instill fear into the hearts of their enemies, even if it meant killing all who opposed them. Today, Anzat would have to endure the arts of war, coming in the form of many Sith Empire followers who believed in their ideologies of ultimate domination. Today, Vahliath would contribute to that growth, expressing his loyalty by killing those who tried to oppress the faction he pledged himself to. Like many of his brethren, he was determined to see the Sith Empire reign victorious over the land. He started his contributions in the village, instigating his pledge with one goal currently in mind: kill the oppressors.

Starting small, Vahliath gassed the locals with radioactive canisters, exuding a fume in an attempt to herd them away like cattle, and kill those who tried to fend off his approach through bravery and eventual regret. A Lightsaber’s ignition was long expected against those rebelling the attack, coming in the form of a white vibrant sword humming violently as it embedded into the hearts of the enemy, or at least those small few who attempted to deploy solid roots or remained determined not to leave. Nevertheless, Vahliath was not looking for just anyone to kill. He was not a brute, he was not bloodthirsty - and he certainly wasn’t big headed. No, what he was looking for was the ‘true oppressors’, using the Force to try and find them amidst an already ongoing conflict. Force-users were his hunt. If the Force was strong in the heart’s of his enemies - and they were within the vicinity of his range - Vahliath intended to find them. To kill them, yes, but also send a clear message. A message distinct enough to not go unnoticed, and spread among the oppressors if they survived the firm hand of the Dark Side that day: that the Sith Empire were not to be underestimated, for they were many. And many would it take to drive them back into submission, like it unfortunately happened so many millennia ago.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys looked towards the Sith Lord who was talking to him. He turned his gaze back towards his people as they hid in their homes, hiding away from the power that the Sith had shown. "The Anzat were once strong and powerful, we were once the best Assassins a person could hire. Our bodies are made for stealth. Now, now they hide in behind the Jedi, moving to the Light, it is weak. Weakness sickens me. These people aren't Anzati, they are fakes who should be slaughtered." Kilrys growled darkly. The Sith Lord had moved on by the end of his speech, so Kilrys decided it was time that he too moved on. That was when the alarm went.

The Jedi had arrived.

Unsheathing his vibro-sword, Kilrys was ready to strike. He knew that there was a likelihood of uprising amongst those who still sided with the Jedi. This was only going to add fuel to their fires of hope. The Sith had to ensure that they maintained control, Kilrys needed to prove that the Sith were the strongest. He couldn't afford these cowards to be right. Not now, not here. Hissing, he flared his nostrils ready to attack anyone who got in his way.

[member="Darth Imperium"]

 

[Ronin Wendigo]

@Leira Rhys

It was with some hesitation thought not in regards to fighting but to what comes after that Ronin silently join the fray. Barely having had time for rest when the call came in call all able Jedi heed the need defend the light from the dark. Where thought those they came to aid once had been foes given the long-standing reputation as assassins or such in the past. That the wind or tide seem had shifted and they now seem to shift their allegiance from dark to light. Turn away from what had been a long-standing tradition or perhaps stereotype of their race.

That for whatever reason those now seem to hope to push back away from and so he came. With saber tucked into the folds his cloak that he came.....finding himself in the midst of it all standing his ground alongside the other as they push forward.

 

[Sev Onasi]

"Papa!" Voices called out to him in his garden and Azza raised his head. Dark shapes and smoke hung on the horizon. He squinted with a frown. Was that battle? He wasn't entirely sure. The old Anzati deactivated his lightsaber, used as garden shears at the moment, as his great-great grandchildren ran up to him. "There's a battle! The Sith have come!"

He grinned and stood, bracing his aching back. "Come you say? Why, we would never leave." Then he frowned. "No, that can't be quite right. The Sith did leave. But was that yesterday or the day before..." His voice trailed off as he stared into the distance. "Who are they fighting, dears?"

"Jedi have come!" The children squealed and pulled on his robes. Their proboscises wiggled and he raised his eyebrows. "Indeed!" He looked down to them with a mock frown. "Did you kids order delivery for your old grandpapa as a surprise? Now, remember what I taught you. Slide beneath their legs and cat the arteries."

"We remember!" With that, the children ran off to collect their poisons and their weapons. Azza was so proud of the little tykes. They truly embraced the family legacy with gusto, unlike his loser nephew Tiland.

He pulled out his commlink and rang up a few numbers, gathering some of their students and professors, both retired and not. Make it... a little extra credit assignment. Kill whomever you wished and devour their soup.

For once, dinner had come to Anzat, and that was an opportunity not to be missed. Where was his lightsaber? He frowned and patted around his belt. Ah! Of course, it was still in his hand. He nodded to himself and ambled off.

The others were already arriving. Professors eager to share their killing expertise with the students. Students eager to prove themselves to the professors. Ancient retirees eager to get back into the action and relive their glory days. Already they were talking about the old days.

"Ah, Manaan," one mused. "Remember that one?"

"Of course I do," Azza huffed, "It was only a few years ago."

The youngsters all stared at him before one could find a voice to speak.

"That was three thousand years ago."

Azza frowned and scratched his forehead. "Well, I reckon that you're right. Perhaps it was. Memory's not what it used to be these days."

With that, they all hurtled off, hunting by scent. Oh, they could smell them now. They were everywhere. Azza raised his hand and everyone stopped.

"Jedi and Sith ahead. Dueling. " He took a long sniff as the tentacles waved in the air. "Us old folks will show you how it's done."

He and another retiree looked at each other and nodded, before they scuttled off into the underbrush. He could practically taste them. Oh, how he had missed this thrill. First was the hint that something was off. He reached out and touched the mind of one of the duelists. Really, they were impossible to tell apart. Both quite powerful. Both with lightsabers. One was red and one was green, but Azza's was green, so what did that matter? Kids had all sorts of fancy lightsabers now.

It paralyzed them both for a second as some monstrous force seized their mind. And then, they sprung. Azza jumped from his hiding spot and landed rather short of what he had expected. But no matter, he threw himself forward again and seized the meal's container, and with a satisfied slurp, began draining the soup from its mind. It was screaming of course, they all did, but it appeared to be screaming rather quietly. Or perhaps his hearing was getting old too.

After several minutes, he let the dessicated body crumple to the ground. His friend did the same and they nodded. The others clapped politely. Azza smiled broadly and bowed.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Icarus was not, strictly speaking, disobeying orders. He was just taking the initiative, on his own private time, using his own private ship and resources, to lend a hand -- before the Council had officially sanctioned the action. Still, he was on a brief shore leave from the defense force, running a load of rations for the alien population and -- he supposed -- for the Anzati themselves, because he had brains. As he waited for the countdown to realspace reversion, he examined the materials he had downloaded from the Holonet on Anzat and its -- if you were feeling charitable -- people. The more he read, the more he thought perhaps the Sith and Anzati ought to slug it out between themselves.

Still, there were scattered alien populations who would suffer, and the world was within the Mara-Perlemian Trade Council. It wasn't the best scenario; the Council was faced with dispatching troops to a hostile warzone where they would likely be between a Sith rock and a brain-sucking Anzati hard place, or standing idly by while the Sith did what they pleased with a planet that was supposed to be subject to the Trade Council's protection. It was a choice between committing their armed forces to what would almost certainly be a slaughter for the sake of principle, or very publicly abandoning their principles to avoid the loss of life. They were damned if they did and damned if they didn't. A classic Catch-22.

Still, doing nothing didn't sit well with the hotshot pilot. That was why he was flying his personal Vaya-class scout ship, Wolferton Splash. With its sixty metric tons of cargo space crammed with food, basic weapons, and defensive tools, he was on a mission of mercy, inspired by what he was told by some Council Order Jedi friends who were in touch. They had provided him with a rough picture of what was on the ground and where to meet up with them. And so, when the ship lurched out of hyperspace, he headed for their last-known location, jetting towards the coordinates and broadcasting on the friendly frequency. The ship snaked between the small opening of a cave, then engaging the air brakes to stop the momentum before landing.

He emerged from the ship with his hands slightly raised. "Don't shoot. I'm with the Council!"

[member="Mathias Zaren"] | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Kirie Ito"]​

 

[Elijah King]

Location: Pantera-class Stealth Frigate Morpheus, Just outside edge of Bryx Sector
Objective: -- (Fleeting)
Allies: Anzati, SJO, Iron Empire, Resistance ([member="Gir Quee"])
Opposition: Sith
Direct Opposition: TBD
Neutral: MPTC

A moderately sized fleet of Silver warships emerged from hyperspace just outside the edge of the Bryx sector, well within microjump range of Anzat. It had taken a while, but the forces of the Silver Jedi did come, answering the calls of the beleaguered Anzat government and its citizens now under siege.

Following reversion, Elijah took stock of all ships present. Everyone had made it in one piece. He opened encrypted comms with other commanders across the expeditionary strike group for a quick mission briefing.

“Lincoln group will proceed with the first phase of planetary assault, softening up ground opposition and establishing an electronic corridor through their air defenses so that additional ground units may be safely ferried planetside. This shouldn’t be a difficult task as the Sith haven’t had long to build up their defenses and pacify the local populace. At the same time, Admiral Quee will screen for our flotillas destined planetside and work to achieve achieve dominance in space. I will keep Roosevelt in reserve in support of Admiral Quee and Lincoln Group.”

A holo rendering highlighted a column stretching from high orbit to a zone several kilometers away from the capital of Anzat.

“During this phase, we need to try to connect with whatever remains of the government and defense forces. Scattered reports from government officials and military personnel who were able to break the blockade suggest that there may be third parties engaging the Sith. Work to reach out to them and see if we can’t coordinate to increase our chances of sucess.”

He turned his focus to the Jedi Commanders among the group. “ Finally, I ask that our Jedi Strike teams keep close to our Rangers and Anzati partners during operations. There are certain threats that they simply aren’t equipped to deal with on their own. We can’t tunnel in on invidual targets and lose sight of the mission.”

“That’s all I have for you right now. Good hunting.”

The conference ended, and the warships of Lincoln Group blinked out of sight as they microjumped to Anzat with a fighter escort from Bangtan, X-wings (48) Fencers (48), and a pair of Sowa drones. Elijah sat back, beginning to study feeds as the mission went live. While he no longer spoke, the cyborg was still actively communicating with his counterparts in Roosevelt Group via radiotelepathy, dense streams of data passing between them and the droid brains that governed their vessels.

Spoiler

(I’m assuming the MPTC and Resistance are drawing from their own pools as independent third parties. I’m sharing the SJO ship pool with Gir)

Roosevelt Group (Command, Support)

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  Pantera Stealth Frigatehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/114056-pantera-class-stealth-frigate/ - Morpheus [Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]
  
  1x KF-03 Sowa Stealth Recon Drone Squadron (4)
  

[*]
Centurion Battlecruiserhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/61953-centurion-battlecruiser/ - Bangtan [Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]

• 
  4x RAF-01 X-wing, Interceptor Configuration Squadron (48)
  
• 
  1x RAF-01 X-wing, Anti-ship Configuration Squadron (12)
  
• 
  2x KF-01B Fencer Kai Droid Starfighter, Deimos Cannon Configuration Squadron (48)
  
• 
  2x KF-1B Fencer Kai Droid Starfighter Squadron (48)
  

[*]
Okami Heavy Cruiserhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/113993-okami-class-heavy-cruiser-silver-jedi-order/ - Adolphus [Molecular Shields: 100 | Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]

[*]
Okami Heavy Cruiser - Chinua [Molecular Shields: 100 | Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]

[*]
Draken Artillery Cruiserhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/117063-draken-class-artillery-cruiser/ - Scorpion [Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]

• 
  1x KF-01B Fencer Droid Starfighter, Deimos Cannon Configuration Squadron (24)
  

[*]
Draken Artillery Cruiser - Arbalest [Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]

• 
  1x KF-01B Fencer Droid Starfighter, Deimos Cannon Configuration Squadron (24)
  

[*]
Nebel ELINT Frigatehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/114054-nebel-class-elint-frigate-silver-jedi-order/ - Horus [Molecular Shields: 100 | Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]

[*]
Shield Carrierhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/100488-saotome-carrier/ - Aegis [Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]


Lincoln Group (Planetary Assault)

• 
  Meteor Assault Frigatehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/108781-meteor-class-assault-frigate/ - MAF01 [Molecular Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]
  
• 
  Meteor Assault Frigate - MAF02 [Molecular Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]
  
• 
  Meteror Assautl Frigate - MAF03 [Molecular Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]
  
• 
  Meteor Assault Frigate - MAF04 [Molecular Shields: 100 | Armor: 100]
  
• 
  Liberté Corvettehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/119090-liberté-class-light-corvette/ - LC01 [Shields: 100 | Arrmor: 100]
  
• 
  Liberté Corvette - LC02 [Shields: 100 | Arrmor: 100]
  
• 
  Liberté Corvette - LC03 [Shields: 100 | Arrmor: 100]
  
• 
  Liberté Corvette - LC04 [Shields: 100 | Arrmor: 100]
  
• 
  Liberté Corvette - LC05 [Shields: 100 | Arrmor: 100]
  
• 
  Liberté Corvette - LC06 [Shields: 100 | Arrmor: 100]
  
• 
  Liberté Corvette - LC07 [Shields: 100 | Arrmor: 100]
  
• 
  Liberté Corvette - LC08 [Shields: 100 | Arrmor: 100]
  
• 
  Liberté Corvette - LC09 [Shields: 100 | Arrmor: 100]
  
• 
  Liberté Corvette - LC10 [Shields: 100 | Arrmor: 100]
  

Summary of Actions:
*Arrived at the edge of the Bryx sector out of sensor range.
*Deployed Gir’s battlegroup and Lincoln Group w/ fighter escort for the first phase of planetary assault.
*Holding outside the sector with Roosevelt group.

 

[Kirie]

Kirie Ito -- Trade Council Order

She sat in silence, legs crossed, one hand resting limply on her lap, the other mindlessly twirling her Tararine pendant. At the very back of the cave, it was less hectic. In the larger spaces distraught people milled and paced, talking nervously of what they would do, or what would become of them. Here, more than a dozen wounded were sprawled across the cave floor on various makeshift bedrolls. In the spaces between, a few nurses and a single surgeon patrolled the rows of beds, fighting for those on the road to recovery, and making the ordeal as comfortable as possible for the others.

Kirie had been helping since she'd risen, ten hours earlier. She wasn't a trained medic, by any means, but she did not quiver or shrink away from the sight of wounds, so she'd assisted with fetching supplies, checking the patients, and generally taking care of the wounded as the professionals worked their magic. It was tough work, and after a few hours Kirie found herself losing energy, and she'd sat heavily a few metres from the wounded, her muscles aching, head throbbing.

Sipping water from a flask that hung by her hip, Kirie winced at the familiar pang in her gut, as the Voice rose from the depths of her consciousness. "So..." It purred. "Once again you have found yourself amidst a conflict you should have no part in, you're certainly an interesting girl." The Voice paused for a moment, as if something had just occurred to it. Tell me, Kirie. Can you feel it? All of these people, can you feel the fear, the suffering of the wounded? I can. Their weakness emboldens me, with my guidance, you could subjugate all of these pathetic fools. Even now, you are strong enough, of that I have no doubt. However, you're weak in more important ways. Something I find most... Frustrating. A rare hint of malice clung to the last few words, something that disturbed Kirie, typically, the Voice merely teased, and goaded her. This was something darker, stranger.

A shudder ran through her, and with a frown she rose to her feet, and picked up her ragged daypack, slinging the back over one shoulder. Her clothes were a simple affair, loose pants and a plain blouse. At her side, her Bondar saber hung from her hip, a last resort she would use only to defend herself. She left the medical personnel to their duties, confident she'd done all she could for the time being.

Even as she turned away from the makeshift infirmary, she felt a slight tug through the Force, a sense she was only beginning to understand and attune herself to. Following her gut, and the strange sensation, she was lead into a large section of the cave, where [member="Mathias Zaren"] waited in the centre. With a polite bow, she addressed the Jedi Knight in sign. Master Zaren, the medics are critically low on supplies. They're doing the best they can, but the situation is dire.

[member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Mathias Zaren"] | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"]​

 

[guest.224]

A mass slaughter in the village was not within Vahliath's intentions. Killing those who posed no threat - even if they abode by the enemy's law and order - was, to him, considered wasted energy. Those who would come to survive the conflict would eventually be subjugated to the victor when the battling, killing and conquering calmed like a passing storm. As Vahliath pursued his march through the village, he carried that thought in mind, only killing those who tried to oppress him. The radioactive fumes he once exhausted began to subside, clearing a path for his hazel eyes. Amidst its opaqueness, the Force guided him. Guided him towards the Dark Side, for the Light' apparently burned dim in the village, to Vahliath, virtually non-existent. It wasn't long before he brought himself to a halt, Lightsaber in hand - and still ignited in its vibrant white form - and eyes prying upon a fellow Sith towering a youngling with that mighty weapon of hers: Alm

Vahliath looked to the youngling, compassion lacking in his gaze, as well as his expression. He provided Alm with the same look. No, he was not conflicted with his emotions in regards to what he saw - and what he might have come to see. If her intentions were to kill, he would not intervene. He expressed his compliance by slowly walking towards her, eyes wavering between herself and her potential victim, until he was but a few feet beside her, waiting to see what she would do. If anything, Vahliath had closure in his mind. A sensation of being content now he allied beside a fellow Sith. Before, he was lucky to evade death from the hands of three opponents, one who appeared well attuned with the Force. Whether it was luck or skill that helped him survive it remained to be a question he didn't answer. Regardless, he might not have been so lucky next time around. Staying alongside one another was considered instinctive. Necessary for survival.

[member="Alm"]

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Anzat
Inside A Village

Something was wrong. He could sense it. As he approached the village, he could feel the darkness coming. An insidious darkness, unlike any presence he had ever sensed. If he had been a younger man, he would have paused. But he was not younger, and all he did was swirl his cloak back to grab at his lightsaber hilt, putting it in hand. With the hood still over his head, he continued to walk, until he was there.

The slaughter was fresh, but corpses still lined the ground. It grieved Aidan's heart to see the dead scattered like this. Even with a people as historically monstrous as the Anzati, no innocent deserved to be slaughtered like livestock. His remaining eye narrowed, but he gave no other reaction as he stalked ever forward. He had to find who had done this. He would either turn them to the Light, to see the wrongs they had done, or he would ensure they would harm no one, anymore.

When he saw him, Aidan's eye examined him coolly. A man, killing indiscrimately. A Sith, without a doubt. Powerful, but there was something. . . familiar, about him. Something that reminded him of himself.

"Servant of Darkness!" His voice boomed as he threw back the hood of his cloak. "Leave these innocents alone, and take on someone who can actually fight back." He activated his orange lightsaber with a snap-hiss, letting it hum as he took on a relaxed Soresu stance, challenging this Sith to face him.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[NT-6922]

Natassia grinned grimly from behind her visor at Darth Ferus' words. A part of herself loathed that her iridescent green armor would probably make her stand out more than anything - after all, she used to be a spec ops commander, and the value of striking fast and undetected was something she knew well. But the fact that the Sith had taken her along meant it would be a test of her mettle, in a sense. And she so loved a challenge.
Making some last-minute adjustements, she stiffly closed her fist and slammed it against her breastplate. "Blood for blood, dark lord."
With that salute done, she took hold of her SMG in her right hand, rushing out of the freighter, a predatory hunger rising within her as she was plunged into war once more. Screams and shouts, blaster fire and aircrafts speeding overhead, blood and tears. With her mind so far gone toward a dark path, she only saw this skirmish as an opportunity for her to end it, once and for all. Gunning down a Jedi would forever cut any ties she ever had with the Light Side, whom did nothing to appease her mind when it was most troubled.

She studied legends and myths that spoke of rebirth in blood and fire. Death was the end of all things, but causing the death of others would undeniably change one's mind. She inhaled a sharp breath and went forth, activating the Point Defense Gauntlet attached to her left hand, a blue energy shield activating from it as she patched in to the Sith frequencies. It took her some time to locate something worthy of interest, but she was rewarded for her patience when reports came of an outpost being attacked. It held important prisoners to the Empire, and the garrison, thinned out because of the invasion, doubted they could hold for long. Marking the location onto her head high display, she rushed to her newfound mission, crouching to avoid blaster fire every now and then, her energy shield deflecting the bolts she couldn't avoid.

[member="Sko'saht"]

 

[Ao Xian]

Anzat Capital​

Sith Primary Headquarters​

"Who are you to question me?"

Ao'Xian's eyes glittered, sapphire and dangerous. The Xykan Sith Knight stood before Darth Jen'Itsu. Pure blooded Sith, red of skin and proud as he stood over her. His eyes, burning like amber- she could see how neatly he dismissed her. Knight. Animal.

But then, she already knew he was a fool.

"I am Ao," she said, tail flicking, "Xian. And I will question you if I please. If it weren't for your hubris the Jedi would not be at our door with a fleet while our own Armada is two full sectors away."

A creature who truly believed in her own incipient godhood, it was a certain sort of irony for her to point out someone else's excessive pride, their defiance of nature, of the gods. But in that moment the irony was lost due to the sheer truth of it.

The Sith involved in the occupation of Anzat had deeply blundered. They had let themselves, fat and sleek with vanity after too many victories, to dismiss the danger on their doorstep. Anzat never even should have been a target- too far out of Empire space, too close to those who they knew would take offense at this action. But some of them, Jen'Itsu the strongest voice, had argued successfully for this mission to move forward. They had been supported by the strength of the Armada and then?

"Two sectors away because you sent them away," she hissed, eyes narrowing to slits.

Jen'Itsu glared down at her balefully. He had only recently claimed his Lordship and title. After Thyferra he had claimed his name, 'Shadow Chain' in high Sith. He was not the only new Lord that thought the Sith were unstoppable.

Ao knew better.

"They were, and still are, unneeded," he said coldly. "A fleet you say? Show me. If they are coming and will be crushed against the strength of the Sith Imperial War machine. The Armada is not needed for such a small thing. Our forces here are more than enough to repel them."

"They are coming," Ao said through tight jaw. "You can feel them. There are X-wings in the atmosphere! What more proof do you need? Call the Armada."

Without warning he lashed out with the Force. Ao yelped as she was thrown against the wall, hard enough to bruise- hard enough for a Xykan to whimper. Stepping away from the desk, Jen'Itsu stalked over to her where she lay against the corner where wall met floor.

"They are nothing," he hissed, rearing back to land a swift but brutal kick against her flank. Ao writhed in pain, scales and coils like agitated water as he knelt beside her, tilting his head to look at her. "And I do not take orders from mongrel knights," he added dismissively.

"Your pride will mean the defeat of the Sith on Anzat," she growled

Reaching out, he drew off his glove from one hand carefully. Energy sparked right beside her face and she flinched, bringing a soft laugh to his lips.

"And yours is why I now intend to teach you a lesson," he said, the sulfur in his eyes flaring as he reached for her face, lightening starting to snap between his fingers, "in knowing that your place is beneath the heel of your betters."

It happened in a flash. He had come too close and Ao had been patient. Nothing he could say after all could insult her.

What were the words of a dead man to a goddess to be?

Her teeth snapped like a trap, severing his hand. Blood sprayed and he fell back with a scream as she rose. Throwing her head back, she flipped his hand into the air and swallowed it. He shuffled back, his other hand lashing out to bring the Force back into play. But she was there, luminous scales and sapphire eyes filling his vision, the entire galaxy- until she opened her jaws, her teeth the last thing he would ever see.

*****

The doors opened before Ao, and she stepped out. Blood dripped from her muzzle, sprayed across pearl scales. Her neck arched high as she addressed the guards, already staring at her.

"Inform [member="Darth Saarai"] on Bastion that I have murdered Darth Jen'Itsu," she said calmly, almost politely. "And I will turn myself over to the Saaraishash for judgement. Oh. And please inform him as well-" she added, mane rippling as she started to groom the blood out of her claws.

"That the Jedi are coming to Anzat."

 

[Leira Rhys]

Hiding on top of a building on Anzat, Leira crouched down watching the Silver Jedi and Sith Knights flood through the streets. Sabers sang as they cut effortlessly through the air and clashed when one met another in combat. Leira simply waited at her viewpoint where Vereshin had instructed she wait. Occasionally she twitched. Sweat beads rolled down her temples. She was actively trying to fight off Vereshin's hold on her mind. She felt surges and spasms of power course through her nerves and veins. He had a formidable hold over her mind. It seemed her body was no longer her own; It was a tank that Vereshin used. She prayed that when he finally stopped playing the waiting game with her she would be able to fight off his commands; Leira hated the idea of taking lives of people caught up in simply doing their jobs.

She tried to divert her focus. Pleasant gusts of wind made strands of her hair dance in the wind. She breathed in the misty air and looked at the mountain ridges that cut the horizon. Anzat was dangerous but had a certain beauty in its mountains, Leira observed. It was pleasant to get to see different planets despite the horrible position she was in. Alazir was beautiful but became stale after her eleven years of living there. It seemed strange that she was on the verge of being thirteen and her birthday would be spent in the Sith Empire as an Acolyte and not as a street rat on Alazir. It seemed strange that before she was even a teenager she had taken lives and could possibly be taking more.

A man ran past the building she was perched on. Her eyes involuntarily locked on his form and followed him as he ran. Reaching out with the Force she felt his signature. He was conflicted, unwilling to fight much like herself.

Leira's heart started turning in her chest. She felt Vereshin trying to intrude her mind. Closing her eyes and digging her nails into her palms she tried to fight it off. Her muscles screamed at her to run and her hands to grasp the cool hilt of her saberstaff. The energy coursed through her veins. She felt like a pot of water filled to the brim; A few drops of water would make her overflow.

Stop, stop, get out of my head...

It was futile though. Her eyes snapped opened and her hands firmly grasped her saber. Her legs began to pump quickly to catch up with him. It took only seconds to catch up with the man. She jumped from the building, landing on her feet. Once she was down she ignited her saber. She was filled with a hatred for this man that was both uncalled for and unlike her. Leira suddenly became fixated on the idea of his dead body lying in front of her feet with a burned hole through his chest. Twirling her saber, she took a step towards him and took a violent swing towards his neck. The back half of her saber was positioned near her torso, ready to defend herself with it if he fought back.

[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

[member="Vereshin"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

It was becoming a habit of her’s, being the first into hostile territory and finding herself charging into an enemy formation with just the troops that she’d managed to cobble together. The only real difference was last time it had been just a handful of troops, and now here she was surrounded by an entire army. The young woman could feel the determination of the troops around her, their focus and dedication to the mission at hand. The sith had invaded, had terrorised these people and now it was their job to clear them out and push them back.

The Togruta was riding the wave, right up at the front of the soldiers batting blaster bolts out of the air. She could hear the sizzle of the blasters behind her, the thrum of energy through the air as they returned fire at the Sith troops. Asaraa had always been good at reaching out to the force, sensing the world around her, feeling the thrum of life. Anzat was different, the force felt darker like there was a dark slickness across the surface of the force. An oily feeling that seemed to sink into her very bones. She’d felt the dark side before this, felt it when she’d met Connor but this was different, the pain the depravity visited on this planet had seemed to spread over its very energy. Her blue eyes flicked over to the silver blade clutched in her hand, the bright light of her blade casting a glare over her skin, over the troops around her as it thrummed, blaster bolts and slugs sizzling against the energy blade. She could feel the troopers arrayed in front of her, the energy of their blasters marking them out clearly in the Padawan’d mind…blasters and something else. It almost felt as if there was a nexus, a gathering of all that dark power, the young woman’s brow furrowed realisation dawning a moment before she saw the bright red blade. She held up a hand, the troops around her grinding to a halt as she took a step forward, her lightsaber spinning idly as she knocked away two of the blaster bolts flying towards her.

[member="Darth Sibilus"] | [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

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Location: Meteor-class Assault Frigate, Anzat​

Objective: Get to the surface​

Allies: Silver Jedi Order and Friends, [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Valkren Calderon"]​

Enemies: The Sith Empire​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo​

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Jerit looked down at the Anzat surface. He always had a hate/love relationship with heights and especially Skydiving. Sweat is beading down his cheeks. To prepare for this skirmish, he had his JK-01 already on with the mask activated. Around him were soldiers of all kinds tending to tasks to make sure the frigate stays out of the line of fire from the enemy. The deep red eyes of his helmet looks to his Master, [member="Jyoti Nooran"], beside him.

"This is probably the second most scariest moment for me of all time. But really, this is the most badass thing I have ever done."

He was strapping a Repulsor Pack to his back. At this height, he better make sure he is safe at all time. Nobody likes squished Jedi on the ground. The Padawan felt his lightsaber on his belt to give him more confidence in jumping. He closed his eyes and gave a quick recite of the Jedi Code. He made sure to repeat the line that had the most meaning to him.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

He recited the line in his head over and over. He was hesitant to jump. He hopped up and down wiggling his hands.

"Come on Jerit. Come on. You got this. You got this!"

He was screaming in his mind now. Not of fright, but courage. He started to sprint and soon he fell out of the hangar. He didn't activate his jet pack yet. He didn't need to right now. Jerit could feel the wind whip against his mask and clothes. It felt as if time was just stopping around him and only falling remains. It felt nice, but also terrifying at the same time. There was no doubt that his Master was probably already ahead of him.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Deluge-class Battle Carrier Soresu, nearing Anzat
Objective: Enter the skirmish
Allies: [member="Elijah King"] | Silver Jedi & friends
Enemies: [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | Sith Empire & friends

The Soresu's prow cut into realspace, leading a wedge-shaped formation of other Silver Jedi and Directorate warships. Deep within the flagship,Gir rested his chin on his hand as he stared the bridge's massive ARENA-7580 holoprojector. Sensor data from the Soresu and its accompanying vessels began to populate the once barren space. Light coalesced to form the dreary world of Anzat, homeworld of the Anzati; a race known for occasionally turning violent and feral. It seemed the ideal place for a Sith group to establish their rule if they would be able to corrupt the populace. Gir's eyes flickered across the rest of the local holo-map, taking note of other smaller objects orbiting he planet. The resolution on some of those objects wasn't great, as the sensor feed from the squadron of Sowa drones he had deployed weren't in position to get detailed information from every single vector or vantage point. But their diffuse deployment around the world, along with the sensor feed from his vessels was ample enough to paint the basic situation to him. Already, several starfighter squadrons had been dispersed to further probe the immediate airspace just below the fleet.

They had arrived over the world's capital, and some distance away from the Void Irregular Fleet. A position which he wasn't sure was either good or bad. While he could recognize some of the motley array of craft present, he was more struck by the fact that he hadn't had any practical experience with most of the designs, nor had he seen them in the previous reports of Silver Jedi - Sith Empire battles. An unknown player...or just something that they scrounged up for this engagement. But given the rumors of modernization, perhaps this is a diversion force. Gir ruefully shook his head as he considered his mission. As much as part of him wanted to test the mettle of this unknown fleet, he had a mission to consider first. His eyes darted to another ship, or rather station, in the center of the Silver Jedi formation. With the combined mass of several star destroyers, the Breakwater-class Battle Station wasn't something exactly that wouldn't go unnoticed by any starship in the immediate area. And Gir guessed that it would be less so when the enemy discovered the station's purpose. He flipped a switch on his headset comlink.

"Captain Jurgas, how has your reversion fared?"

A disembodied baritone voice came back after a moment, "Relatively uneventful. We had a minor power fluctuation in the northern hemisphere, but it is under control now."

That was to be expected to a degree; the Stellar Vortex was a relatively new vessel still going through its teething phases, having only completed three journeys until now. But while the ship was new, the crew was not. Jurgas had served for nearly a decade in various capacities until being given the Vortex, and he seemed to be one of the few officers available in Gir's command who readily transitioned between conducting ground and space operations with equal ease.

"Then we will proceed as planned, unless there are any objections."

"None."

Gir turned his attention back to the fleet, which was already enacting his preplanned orders. His light corvettes had diffusely spread out in a loose sphere around the main formation to act as a perimeter guard, even as the fleet's heavier vessels angled to present their firepower to the most likely approach of the Void Irregular Fleet. The Soresu was the exception to that rule though, as it slowly appeared to orbit the Stellar Vortex. In actuality, the battle carrier was using its dozens of minelayers to form a layered web of dated Mine Type Cs along with more modern Cometburst and Fracture mines. This defensive posture was augmented by a pair of almost saucer-shaped Daragon-class Colony Corvettes outfitted as miniature interdictors. In this capacity, the ships' gravity wells had been oriented to cause the reversion of incoming craft well outside the immediate area around Task Force Vigilance. Among this flurry of activity, several squadrons of Whirlwind-class Interceptors off of the Soresu descended into the immediate aerospace and towards the world's capital to test any defenses set up by the Sith occupation.

As his fleet's formation unfolded, Gir turned his attention to another domain. He strolled up to a small holo-projector which displayed the visage of a aging Morellian who seemed to be idling twirling his moustache. At the admiral's approach, Aurek turned to face the man and reached for a hefty looking pistol holstered at his hip. Gir curiously regarded the slicing AI's avatar even as it reholstered the pistol.

"And who is this?"

"A nobody really," said Aurek, "a local script kiddy."

Gir nodded, "You have made contact with the Anzat government?"

The visage nodded, "I have begun to merge my...consciousness into their satellite web."

"Good," said Gir, "I'll be curious to see what we can discover..."

By gradually passing through the world's satellites, Aurek would be in a good position to use the world's own infrastructure to monitor the happenings across the world, to provide information support to friendly forces, and deny the use of the world's satellites by the Sith. He doubted that Aurek's actions would be able to directly alter any of the revolts or ground actions currently taking place, but wars and conflicts were a fickle thing, with even mere coincidences being capable of turning the tides of battle.

Summary of Actions

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-Task Force Justice arrives in system in geosynchronous orbit above capital city
-Sowas spread out to gather information
-Several squadrons of Whirlwind Interceptors deployed to probe aerospace above capital
-Soresu begins to lay down mines around the Stellar Vortex
-Stellar Vortex prepares to launch planetary operations
-Daragon-class Corvettes set up immediate interdiction fields to prevent ships from reverting inside the fleet's formation
-Cruisers and frigates orient themselves to provide most of their firepower towards the Void Irregular Fleet if they approach the Silver Jedi fleet
-Light Corvettes form loose defensive web around rest of fleet
-Aurek begins to take over and control nearby civilian satellites to act as more information-gathering sources

Task Force Justice

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Deluge-class Battle Carrier Soresu
Breakwater-class Battle Station Stellar Vortex
Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Judge
Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Jury
Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Absolver
Protector-class Frigate Targe 1
Protector-class Frigate Targe 2
Protector-class Frigate Targe 3
Protector-class Frigate Targe 4
Daragon-class Colony Corvette Sojourn
Daragon-class Colony Corvette Voyage
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 1
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 2
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 3
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 4
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 5
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 6
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 7
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 8
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 9
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 10
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 11
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 12
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 13
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 14

 

[Ronin Wendigo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pDyQCp9Lfho​

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[member="Vereshin"] | [member="Leira Rhys"]​

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It was then no sooner had his feet hit the ground that he couldn't help feel the surge of the underlying current. Just barely hang in the air much like mist or smoke heavy as it were distinct. Draw out from him but a memory of times long past when vengeance and the dark allure of darkness clouded his mind. To the point only know could he feel the burdening weight heavy as much it stung his heart. As his gaze turn towards the horizon....and to the ensuing battle ahead.

Where from all around the clash and hum of saber rang true with such ferocity that nothing seems match nor drow it so. As that of the scream, pleas and groan last breath of the dead reaching a crescendo the closer he came.At which time the choice was that of fleeing or fight..... to which with a heavy heart conflicted as much it seemed silently barely able to hold his anticipation of jump head-on into the fray as it were. To feel the surge of adrenaline course thru his vein once again alongside feeling the weather grip of the twin sabers in hand. Was no less ever so tempting for one such as himself that before he knew it so he unintentionally rushes off forward in the midst of the surge wave of beings push forward. Till eventually he catches himself midway and was able to barely pull back as doubt planet by the lone memory of her linger. That it cause him pause reminded of her and what he had once lost change in so blindly into battle once before.

When out of the blue he then seems was rudely thrust back into reality. By the faint sensation, he'd felt to his flank which given the distraction of his thoughts had momentarily blinded him to what happens next. Where in leaps then bounds the stranger came launching then zero in for the attack with saber drawn. He barely had time to pull himself out of the haze and unwillingness simply take arms without cause. That he was ill-prepared when the saber came down to then slash and burn a sear blister scar down one arm. Fill the air with the scent of charred flesh and cloth that filled him with seeming blind rage. That a faint break in his psyche slipped enough that before he knew it one of his sabers flew and came be clasp in one hand. Raised it was then brought to slash down at the stranger with great force. As he then for a moment felt himself abandon the fragile calm in exchange for awake the fight in him in order to act. As with faint glint of his former self-came to the surface..... one who dare not bring the fight rather than avoid it. As his mind drawn to the turn and face the stranger head on....as he barely held on to keep the peace and balance. Enough clear his head and keep in point with why they were here in the first place.....in defense rather than offense of the local inhabitance.

 

[Kira Jax]

Anzat
Atmosphere
Black Squadron

Now things were kicking off. Kira Jax examined the situation carefully, now. There were a few more players on the table, here. The Silver fleet appeared to have shown up, now. Good. Things would be rather one-sided if only Black Squadron was here to do battle in space. Nodding to herself, she thought. Where would Black Squadron be needed? From what she understood, [member="Laira Vereen"] was leading a small boarding party. She had absolutely no idea what the Silver Jedi were up to, but their admirals had far more experience than her, at any rate. They probably knew what they were doing more than her.

So, that pretty much only left one option: go groundside, and see what kind of trouble they could stir up. Yeah. Yeah, that sounded like a captain-y thing to do. She keyed comms to Black Squadron:

"A'right, Blacks, here's the plan: we're gonna go planetside, now, and give air support where it's needed. I ain't seeing no scenario where we're needed next to a big 'ole fleet, but right now, those boys on the ground ain't got no cover. Let's be that cover. Follow carefully, and look out for TIEs. Don't need no one dyin' on me."

And with that, she put her X-Wing into a dive, headed through the atmosphere to the ground, to cover who ever needed it. Take out Sith infastructure, that kind of thing.

[member="Callum Rioux"], [member="Chaff"], [member="Arix Askrima"], [member="Dalo Darmal"]

 

[Onrai]

"My Lord, we're detecting a fleet entering into the system. Identification marks it as hostile vessels." Vanessa quickly looked over the Ablution's​ holoprojector to identify the ships that were likely preparing to engage. First on the line of battle were a ship she was familiar with from her time masquerading as Myra Subach before the fall of the Republic - the Centurion-class Battlecruiser, an homage of the old Republic ship. There were ways to deal with that vessel - she did have scans of its systems, a basic understanding of the ship's deeper vulnerabilities. Next was a heavy cruiser in the style of the Mon Calamari cruisers of centuries past - hopefully not a threat - and an artillery cruiser. How unfortunate she didn't have Adamiths available.

A small frigate joined them, as did a carrier that looked more at home in the ocean than on the waves of space. Some frigates and corvettes were heading to the surface - now was the time for the Guardians and the Ablution​ to engage. The main turrets of the monitors opened up at long range - octuplet heavy turbolaser turrets spraying bolts of plasma at the corvettes as they moved towards the surface. Fighters were not dispatched - ground-based anti-air units would be effective against the smaller ships once they got near the surface, but picking one or two off now would not be an issue. "Target their corvettes with our main cannons. Also fire with our long-range mass driver batteries. We should be able to pick a couple off before they hit the surface. Be sure to lead your shots to account for their distance."

She immediately commed ground forces. "We have ships coming in. Ready anti-air defenses. We should pick several of these vessels off as they land. If we can, we'll spare a bomber wing to drop ordnance on them while they've landed.

Vanessa's attention was diverted to more ships entering the area. "Oh, for feth's sake, what now?" She looked over the readouts, eyes opening wide. "We've got a situation. They just warped in a fleet carrier and some sort of station. More artillery cruisers and a small fleet of corvettes and frigates were surrounding the vessels

"We're detecting unusual activity in the planetary satellite grid. We believe they may be trying to subvert it in order to contact Anzati civilians and stir unrest against our garrison." One of the officers said.

"We have a link with our forces below that is not reliant on orbital rubbish. Target the satellites and engage the Attrition's broad-spectrum sensor jammer. That should break the satellite grid's connection up. Keep the jamming up for fifteen seconds while we engage the satellites, then deactivate it." For once she was happy the Attrition IIL had a jammer. And thankfully, its defensive capabilities would not be compromised through the device's activation - a plus over the unshielded cloaking technology of before.

The corvettes, the other ships, and the secondary guns on the Guardians opened fire on the satellites, beginning their destruction. Of course they would burn up in the atmosphere, but maybe they would hit one or two enemy targets on the ground. Whatever the case, measures were being taken. Now it was a matter of time before the main Sith fleet actually showed up given the notifications she had sent out. The jammer was now off, having served its purpose to stifle any progress made through the satellites by the Silvers, and inter-ship communication was back online.

"Launch all craft and ready yourselves for the attack. Things are going to get tricky soon."

Tl;dr
​Activated jammer to stop all transmissions in the area
​Engaged and destroyed planetary communications satellites, jammer disabled
Ablution​ and the Guardians are firing on Lincoln group with the LRHHVels, Octuple Heavy Turbolasers, and long-range mass driver batteries, will cease firing after they exit max range
​Anti-air ground-based guns have been informed an attack is imminent and are ready to engage the Liberte corvettes when they begin to come within range
​Fighters and bombers have been launched
​Void Irregular Fleet is maintaining a defensive position and is not moving closer to either Task Force Justice or either Roosevelt Group or Lincoln Group

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Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Weapons | Subsystems
Pluton-class Battleship | Ablution​ | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Resolute-class Supercarrier | ​Endeavour​ | 1800m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
​Legacy-class Heavy Cruiser | ​Sartinaynian | 800m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Legacy-class Heavy Cruiser | Ragnos​ | 800m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Attrition IIL-class Light Star Destroyer | Traya​ | 1200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Bulwark​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | ​Wasp​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Kotiate​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Claw​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
​Massassi-class Corvette | Enforcer​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Thule​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Zeplin | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100

​Starfighters
​2x Solace-class Starfighter squadrons (24)
​2x Trident-class Y-Wing Light Bomber squadrons (24)
4x Forge-class Interceptor squadrons (48)
3x Vornskr-class Interceptor squadrons (48)
3x Exodus-class Strategic Bomber squadrons (12)
3x Eightgun-class Assault Fighter squadrons (48)
3x Aeseth-class Space Superiority Fighter squadrons (36)
6x Scrapmetal-class Drone squadrons (72)

[member="Gir Quee"] [member="Elijah King"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Lincoln Group Landing Shuttle
Anzat, Bryx Sector

The ship jolted from the TIE blasts that struck the rear shield of the shuttle as it shot down into Anzat, launched when the signal came from [member="Elijah King"] to get down planet side. Stephanie Swail held tight to the rail above her head and let out a frustrated sigh at the TIE blasts that kept coming and throwing them off balance.

”One more minute!”

The pilot shouted on as the landing lights came on internally and the blasts subsided from outside – the rear gunner made sure the TIE attacking didn’t attack for long. The shuttle from Lincoln group wasn’t going to land, it was too dangerous and more back-up needed to be shuttled in. Instead, it would hover for six seconds for the team to get out and then it would be gone again back to the fleet.

The call for help came quickly from the people of Anzat – while it was not under Silver Jedi protection, the Jedi would help any and all systems who needed it. Dark forces had hit the peaceful world, and so they needed guardians of the Light to help repel it or at least pave the way for the people to flee in safety.

Stephanie had seen a pattern with the Sith, and it was now her third time engaging with them and previous experience had changed her forever, not that she let on. She hid what she could from the others and her Master [member="Valae Kitra"] – the return from Malachor V was still raw and tainted.

”Go go go!”

The slamming of the rear ramp woke Stephanie from her day-dream and the unit of Rangers and Jedi disembarked quickly a few feet down onto the ground. The Padawan took the side door out, landing with a gentle bending of the knee and standing tall as the ship roared its engines and sped back away into the sky. Six seconds and no more.

With a tight hand around a standard lightsaber taken from Kashyyyk after she lost her original hilt, Stephanie glanced up and saw the battle raging above in the air that led her eyes down to the ground and the assault in place. Never ending war. Heroes and villains. Good and bad. Light and dark.

”Silver forces, this is Padawan Swail with Lincoln Group. I can see Sith ships in the distance from my position. Where do you need us.”

The pain flared up inside her, but she pushed her hand into her side, gritted her teeth and began to move out.

 

[Vereshin]

Hyperspace

Overlooking soaring nebulae beyond the viewport of a Sith vessel, Vereshin sat before a metallic desk and assimilated numbers. Cigarette positioned between in a holder, he inhaled and set down before raising the cup of tea beside him to his mouth. With a discrete clang, he placed the cup down and sat on the ethereal taste. He found his pen and continued the verbose equation between his grip as he elongated his essence across space and melded his energy with Leira's own presence. The pages on two separate notebooks contained the formula compounding the spell for each body. Enwtining the energy surrounding each mass, Darth Sabezt viewed the carnage through Leira's eyes.

He worked with each shape like as an architect of energy. In his mind, Vereshin heard Leira's words and entered his voice through her own mouth, remaining silent for the moment until she engaged her opponent. As Leira landed on her feet, Vereshin laughed slowly in her mind, a soft chuckle brushing the back of her conscious thoughts and distracting her. Black energy encircled around her form and emanated from Vereshin's form. He felt the exhilaration she experienced during the battle and used her rage to fuel his power. Suddenly, a chunk of metal blown from a building flew behind her and Vereshin caught the sight through her eyes.

"Run little rabbit!" Vereshin called into her mind. While he focused on writing the spell, he did not have a clear view of the imagery surrounding Leira. He exited from her vision and returned his eyes to the formula. The scene of the battle disappeared, to be replaced with the silent interior of Vereshin's ship. Blastfire and screams drowned out before the incessant lull of the hull through hyperspace and discrete scratch of the magus' pen. All remained still, save for the soft put of his cat from a lounge and the hiss of his breath as he inhaled again on his cigarette. Vereshin felt the wind on his face as Leira ran and the scratch on his skin as she brushed by flying debris.

Vereshin experienced a pang of fear as Leira became confronted. He repressed the sensation and poured the energy into his wrist as he strengthened the spell. He fed his aggression into her and demanded through the Force that she slay the knight. "Flay him! Spill his entrails!" He said to the girl through her thoughts, anticipating the rush of power he would receive as she shed blood.

[member="Leira Rhys"], [member="Ronin Wendigo"]