Public Atrisia II: Electric Boogaloo.

[Kay-Larr]

Kay wasn't too surprised that Shira Varanin was caught. What did surprise her however was that the woman wasn't taken to the brig and instead was brought right to her. What was this? Some test that Mythos had directed Anok and the others to place on her? Sure he told her thathe'd help her take out her enemies. But as far as she was aware, her enemies weren't Lightsiders.

Taking the lightstaff in hand, Kay placed the tip under Shira's chin. "Commenor has nothing to do with this. And I have not been Queen since Commenor was liberated by the Sith, when I dissolved the Monarchy for Democracy. So I don't represent them or their interests.

Atrisia is Mythos' kingdom and had been for some time. It prospered under his rule and so did the people. Many have called for his return and so he is doing so." But Kay hated this ship. She'd rather that it stayed drydocked forever or destroyed. Mythos knew how she felt about slavery and torture. Having her ride in this mechanical beast fueled by just that was almost unbearable.

Kay leaned forward, pressing the lightstaff into Shira's neck more. Her voice and actions spoke of anger and authority, yet her eyes did not. "Now who are you? And give me one good reason why I shouldn't cut your throat."

 

[Shira Varanin]

Kay-Larr

Despite the stun cuffs and the lightstaff jammed against her neck, Shira found herself laughing.

"I'm a connoisseur of cognitive dissonance and I'm loving this. Champion of democracy helping a mass murderer overthrow democracy? I suppose you live with it by calling his handful of fanatics a popular movement. But how do you live with rolling around on a ship that-"

She cut herself off.

"You ever hear about him butchering an orphanage in person?"

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

2nd Fleet / Jedi Strike Forces West
SJS Thurion's Hammer | Valiant-class Supercarrier [ flagship ]
Guardian-class Star Defender x2
Mentor-class Battlecruisers x5
Sentinel-class Heavy Explorers x2
Ashla-class Medical Frigates x1​

"Action stations. Action stations. Set Condition One throughout the ship. This is not a drill. Repeat. Action stations. Action stations. Set Condition One throughout the ship. All repair lockers make reports to DC Central..."

One by one, the contact board lit up as the com-scan updated the current list of sensor contacts on the maneuvering board. The size of the Sith forces was staggering at the onset. And the numbers just continuing adding up.

"That's a lot of star destroyers..." the young Jedi breathed quietly. Head craned back, the tow-headed Anzat had the distinct impression that this was about to be a bad day. As he did, he fidgeted with a ring in his finger. A relic of another time in the boy's none-to-distant past. An artifact of the Techno Union, when the Jedi had lend his lightsaber to the Knights Obsidian. He had no way of knowing if anyone even still monitored the old TU emergency broadcast channels. But, with these odds against him, any hope would do.

Because with each new contact, hope was becoming a luxury that they couldn't afford.

"You know, now would be a good time for the Outer Rim or Outer Planets or Intergalactic Weight Watchers to show up," the boy mused aloud. Seriously, where was Coren Starchaser ? He usually loved this kind of chit. Or even that other guy. Discount Coren. The Earl of Sandwich or whatever. Scruffy looking guy on Zonju V... what had his name been? Clorox? No... Cotan Sar'andor ?

"There are more contacts coming in," the com-scan officer warned. Internally, Sor-Jan's stomach twisted into a knot, before he heard: "Transponders are flagged as friendly."

"Well, at least someone's friendly," the boy uttered, as a passing shadow overhead marked the arrival of his XO.

"Orders, General?"

"Yeah, I need you to figure out how the feth we get out of this one," the boy deadpanned. And, no, he wasn't really joking.

From one side of the bridge, the com-scan officer was heard. "General, one of the Sith vessels is hailing us."

The boy-general shared a look with the XO, before the human officer directed, "Put it through."

“This is Admiral Adam Versili , we are willing to commence negotiations though only if you met with Lord Mythos directly on the surface with no escort whatsoever. I would also ask you to keep your Jedi Fleet at a distance from our Fleet.This is the only term that we shall accept for negotiations. Otherwise we will be ready to press Mythos’s Claims if necessary.“

The boy frowned. With a nod, the communications officer opened a channel "Admiral Adam Versili , the Atrisian Commonwealth does not seem to recognize your authority. Nor am I aware of any democratic election on the planet that has successfully nominated anyone named Mythos. Your presence here is a trespass against a sovereign world and your actions stand in violation of the right of planetary self-governance. Your intentions clear, we shall engage as hostile."

Moving back toward the command chair, the boy hopped back up into his seat. "Launch all fighters. Coordinate our movements as best you can with that friendly group ( Muad Dib ) and then send to the Silver Jedi Council: We have engaged the Sith at Atrisia."

From his left, Sor-Jan heard the XO begin issuing orders. "Have the Sentinels provide cover for the medical frigate. And then tell the frigate to get down to that Jedi Enclave with best speed."

"I hope Master Jend-Ro Quill is packed and ready to go, because we're not going to last long against that fleet."

Darth Metus Kyyrk Jerek Zenduu Xian Xiao​

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Xiwangmu Temple Complex
Evacuating to Silver Jedi Fleet ( Sor-Jan Xantha )

The word spread quickly: an immensely tough Corellia Defense Ashla-class medical frigate was inbound. Not exactly a blockade run, but close. Someone called Wyatt Morga and waved him off, close as he was: their Jedi strike team would be of more use elsewhere now. Some of the younger adult monks, swordsmen, and Jedi Knights, Quill knew, were heading off in sublight craft - airspeeders and such - to join Morga and do what needed doing.

Instead of landing, the frigate hovered right up against the rooftop promenade at the base of the huge statue. Dozens of adults, many of them elderly, streamed onto extended ramps: Jedi, Yovshin swordsmen, Matukai monks, pilgrims, priests, and refugees. They carried modest luggage, but also the records and sacred things of the enclave and the extended complex hidden underneath. There were no Mythos loyalists here, of course; the Ike regime had exiled those long ago. And no panic, nobody too far on edge. They'd been packed and meditating. Quill had coordinated his share of evacuations and this had to be the most...spiritual...he'd ever seen.

By the time the frigate lifted off again, they were already meditating again. Last night's vision had urged them to be ready, just in case history repeated itself.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay narrowed her eyes as Shira Varanin laughed at her and mocked her. She was no champion of democracy. That was lost as soon as the monarchy rose on Commenor. But of course her answers did little to help her cause.

Now Kay stood in quite the dilema. How could she strive to be Mythos ' moral compass if she couldn't stay true to her own? If Shira was to somehow escape and spread the word about her actions here; it wouldn't go so well. Yet Kay couldn't just let her go either. Anok and the others would surely tell Mythos about her weakness, and that she was unfit, perhaps even unworthy to do anything outside of selling tea.

"You ever hear about the Jedi and others invading and slaughtering millions of Atrisians for no reason other than being under a Sith Lord's rule? Whole cities were burned to the ground...with women and younglings inside... There are no winners in battle but those that survive. And survival comes at a cost." Kay removed the lightstaff from under her chin and then brought it down hard on the top of her head. She rotated her wrist as she kept going with the momentum and swung the staff to strike Shira in the left temple in a bid to knock her out. "Now what is your survival going to cost you, I wonder?"

 

[Shira Varanin]

The incident that Kay-Larr described was all new to Shira, and she liked to consider herself informed. The only devastation she'd heard of on Atrisia anytime in the last couple of decades had been from Mythos' Force storm. But dispassionately, she forced herself to consider the possibility that the former queen was telling the truth. She certainly seemed angry enough.

That, or Mythos had lied to Her Majesty. Not, you know, outside the realm of possibility.

Shira crumpled back as she took the force of the downward blow. A fraction of a heartbeat before the cortosis-and-durasteel saberstaff crashed into Shira's head, though, it snapped on. Not the emitter pointed above her, the other one.

The one pointed at Kay's gut.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Fighting with another's weapon. Kay wasn't used to that. And never before had she used a lightstaff. This was one lesson that she'd remember.

At the snap-hiss sound of the staff igniting, Kay pivoted the end away from her, just a fraction of a second too slow. The edge of the blade grazed her side, burning her shirt and leaving a cauterized cut. Kay grit her teeth; being no stranger to pain. Through her life she had been experimented on and tortured/beaten quite a few times. And now when she was giving Shira Varanin some mercy by not killing her outright; that act of kindness was rewarded in kind with murderous intent.

It seems that Kay's own survival came at a cost.

Drawing upon her anger and resentment towards this whole situation, Kay wrapped the Force around Shira's heart and squeezed. This was how she killed the Elders of Commenor as well as some of her enemies. However her intention wasn't to kill this time. She had a new plan for Shira. And one that she was sure that Mythos would even be proud of.....

 

[Shira Varanin]

Kay-Larr
LANDED MAGNUS BATTLECRUISER

Surprise penetrated the dazing pain in Shira's forehead. She recognized the attack for what it was, but she'd-

"Always heard you...weren't a Forcer," she gasped out, fighting the grip on her heart as best she could, which wasn't much. "Just a...groupie. Like to kark'em."

Stun cuffed, hit on the head, flat on her back on the bridge of a battlecruiser, with a Dark Jedi of some kind giving her a heart attack. So why oh why couldn't she watch her mouth?

"Didn't know about the...orphanage, did you. Tortured..."

The pain, the pressure, sapped her ability to counter Kay's Force grip. Deep in her gut, Shira knew this wasn't a fight she could win. And there was a non-negligible chance she was about to be enteched into a nice juicy Jedi-grade battery.

Feth it. There were worse ways to go.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Well, as always seemed to be the case when it came to this planet, the situation kept escalating and evolving rapidly. The arrival of a ragtag group of ships that had, unknowingly to her, had been carrying Wyatt Morga and his allies had prompted her to open the cargo hold of Stringer Mynocks, the bio-engineered creatures already searching for sources of the light within the ships.

She had no idea what was going on down on the surface, no inkling at the drama unfolding between Kay-Larr and Shira Varanin, the reminiscing and fighting involving Mythos . But she could hardly miss the arrival of new fleets.

She didn't immediately recognize the markings on the first arrivals, a check in her database identified them as some Directorate operating out of the Core, but the second fleet she knew to be Silver Jedi ships. One of the Silver ships was moving towards what she presumed to be the Jedi Enclave to assist with evacuation of Jend-Ro Quill and the students and others there.. She was not going to give away her position by using the Force to influence one of the mynocks, but she certainly wanted to. They would flitter about the ships and fleets, the pests that they were. The medical frigate would attract two of them at least.

 

[Kay-Larr]

There were some that knew of her Force ability, and even more that didn't. Kay was sure that after Commenor was liberated, her secret was out. But that apparently wasn't the case.

Shira Varanin 's heart was still squeezed. Kay almost wanted to make it burst. Almost.

She maintained her grip as Shira muttered about Mythos torturing orphans. Whether or not that was true, Kay didn't know. Perhaps one day she'd ask. But not now. Still her own question as to who the woman was went unanswered. Just who she worked for was anyone's guess. The point was that she was here, trespassing and had assaulted her when she was offering mercy. But now that was off the table.

"If HECTOR is going to be used, he's going to need more fuel. Heroes sacrifice themselves for the greater good, don't they?" The Commenori soldiers picked Shira up and took her to the Entenchment room, with Kay in tow maintaining the grip on her heart, adding on the pressure to force her to pass out.

Never had she thought that she would use the monstrosity of a machine that the Magnus was. But if her enemies could take the place of slaves; then it'd all be worth it.

 

[Shira Varanin]

LANDED MAGNUS BATTLECRUISER
Kay-Larr

Shira grayed out, losing conscious control of her body and the Force as well. The pain in her chest and skull were fading, but that didn't mean she could think straight. The grayout prevented that. Dimly, she felt herself being strapped into a harness that stank of death, injected with magnetic fluid-

The entechment rig hummed to life. Pain spiked and kept spiking without end. Shira's body tensed beyond its limits. Her eyes slammed open and her gaze met her killer's. Her voice came out hoarse, contorted, nothing but a growl and a gasp.

"Since you ask...my name is Varanin."

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An empty body - a scarred woman in her late twenties - sagged in the entechment rig. The battlecruiser's power banks, crammed full of thousands of lives, registered a significant but entirely normal influx.

 

[Arashi Hagane]

Nothing seemed real, yet everything did. In a state between dream and wakefulness, the youth clung to his wits while he remained on one knee. There was something numbing about the way the energy moved around him now, seeking to dull him down and ultimately cow him entirely.

But there were things at stake. Even if he could make no sense of anything else, Arashi remained aware of that. He focused his mind on the bloody red color of blaster fire and the familiar stench of burnt out bodies. While they were not real in the moment, they were very real to him.

They were what brought him out of the dream and thrust him into a nightmare. Haunting images of children strewn across hollowed settlements and ruined fields. Men who died for the sake of freedom, and the hope they might have it. Their hands molested his psyche and gripped at his throat.

The half-Atrisian let out a sound like strangulation as he ripped his mind back from the brink. He bit down on his tongue, hard. An acrid, hot flavor filled his mouth, and his mind returned to him.

Arashi spat a gobbet of diluted crimson to the ground nearby as he shakily found his feet and started to reel in the chain. He wouldn't be stopped that way. He wouldn't stand by.

A strand of viscera clung to his chin as he started to spin the weapon tight to his side, working up momentum. The enigmatic Atrisian, Zanza Hijikata remained in a deadlock of sorts with the would-be tyrant, which would cut the Sith's attention in half.

The time to strike was his.

He released the chain again, this time letting it extend outward and climb in altitude before bringing it crashing down diagonally toward Mythos .

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Aaran let out a snort at Wyatt's suggestion of a different plan. A snort that rapidly grew into giggling. One hand resting on his knee while the over covered his mouth to minimize noise while his body shook with mirth, tension ebbing out of his body.

It was actually a great plan. Avoid the actual direct conflict where the Sith Lord was at his strongest. In the middle of a fight, surrounded by his followers. Any kind of direct conflict would be an uphill battle. But this, this was a Jedi plan. To win by not fighting. Instead taking away what made the Sith Lord a threat without actually engaging them personally. Denying them the chance for them to call out the Jedi on their supposed warmongering ways.

"Y'arrr!" He giggled out in response to Wyatt's plan. Nodding and giving his consent for the idea.

"So. Want me to stick with you on the ship? Or will I wander off and cause trouble?"

Wyatt Morga Rik Perris

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: arriving into system
Allies: Clan Togashi, Atrisia
Enemies: those who seek to impose their will by force
Task Force Unicorn:

Spoiler

~ Flagship: A.F. Banzai
~ Charlie the Unicorn
~ A.F. Do You Feel Lucky
~ Gambler's Fate
~ x4Diamond Class Cruiser MK II
~ x4Nest Class Carrier
~ x8Blastoise Escort Cruiser

[YouTube]​

"Captain send orders for the Next Carriers to launch their fighters then tell the Diamond Class ships to fall back. Tell red and blue wing commanders to form up."

Muad had went back to the command chair and reclined back, one leg crossed over another, with his hand absently rubbing his chin while he watched the holograms of the various fleets. It wasn't pretty, but war rarely was. Unless you liked abstract paintings, cause he had seen a few dismembered bodies that closely resembled that particular style of art. He smirk slightly as the comms officer played the demand by the Admiral, then General Sor-Jan's response.

He grimaced. Jedi were so predictable at times. No wiggle room unless you slip into the ambiguous grey area. Orders filtered down from the Silver Jedi fleet to his which caused him to close his eyes as his mind flashed. He flicked a hand at the Lieutenant at the comms.

"Open a channel to the opposing fleet. Captain, get us moving when I say so. Greetings fearsome Admiral Adam Vermicelli, hmm, now I'm in the mood for noodles … but I digress, my name is Muad Dib. Admiral, your offer seems to be quite gracious. A meeting with Mythos seems to be genuinely steeped in a desire to limit bloodshed and death. I applaud you, good sir. As for my Jedi counterpart, and that makes me nauseous even saying that, he is prepared to lay down his life for his ideals. Me, I'm more pragmatic. I'd rather lay down somebody else's life for my ideals. It's worked so far, and no one has complained yet. Maybe cause they're dead, but that's not my problem."

He paused and straightened in his chair.

"I don't truly care to cross figurative swords with Mythos. And add to the fact that your fleet is bigger than mine, I'd rather not be blasted from the sky. So we are going to mosey on then. Hope you two enjoy playing virtual space-battleship. So we are just going to squeeze by you … unless you wish to secure my employment for this engagement. Otherwise, enjoy."

Slouching again he nodded as his end of the comms were cut. The Captain ordered their fleet to begin to leave their position where they were right next to the Silver fleet. However the way they were oriented would have their fleet passing through the enemy fleet in order to escape for open space headed away from tje system.

The weapons officer looked at the captain who nodded, sighing. Weapons on the capital ships were powered down, reinforcing the shields. Muad had told them if he ordered this, that they were to power down weapon systems. Targeting systems were not really necessary at this range since line of sight was pretty clear.

Muad sat relaxed waiting for either the Jedi to curse him for a coward or the Admiral to approve his departure or deny it. Either way the crew was tense. However they drew a modicum of ease from their relaxed leaders, who was swinging his hand to the beat of the song heard playing quietly over the ship's internal speakers.

"Captain make sure we are still pinging my brother, Derek. We don't need him to come flying in all willy nilly and messing up our plan of squeaking through. Tell the Fate to standby as well. Also, am I the only who is craving pasta now?"

Sor-Jan Xantha Kyyrk Jerek Zenduu Xian Xiao Darth Metus

 

[Wyatt Morga]

On the way to the Flagship...

Wyatt couldn’t help but smile at Aaran’s approval of his plan - and the others soon followed with their hoarse laughter and ‘Yar’hars!’; as though the thought of mortal combat had turned into something far more mundane and entertaining. There was an apprehension to it still, the slight call of the Force that told him the ship was more dangerous than he hoped - that something dark was within it, but he slid those thoughts aside; he had to guide these people here and now.​

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“Spreading out may be our best bet. I’ll need some to take the engineering, some the bridge, and some disable the onboard security systems; which I’m sure shouldn’t be too much of a problem for those here.”, he said with a smile to the others.​

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“I believe I’ll go for the bridge - to ensure our control over the ship.”​

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With that, Wyatt called to the pilot to inform him of their new plan, and he inturn told the makeshift fleet of what was coming. They confirmed over the comms, and soon the entire hodge podge group was racing towards the flagship in short order - while Mynocks from Eldaah Aderyn would certainly find their way aboard a few; but if they were to ever head to Peace was yet to be seen - since most were mercenary fleets with their own perogatives, and more a taxi than anything else.​

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“Brace yourself, Jedi. We’re going to go in hot.”, Wyatt said as the ship accelerated towards its new target - Wyatt himself grabbing an overhead handle to ensure his feet were planted steady.​

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Rik Perris │ Aaran Tafo │ Mythos​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay watched as Shira Varanin was strapped onto the metal slab. Only then would she release the hold on her heart. She had never watched this procedure before, but knew that she had to. Why look away?

Her jaw clenched as Shira's body tensed in sheer pain. Was this what Kay looked like during her own tortures? It was different when viewing it from the other side, yet she didn't enjoy it like her tormentors once did. She wasn't like them.

Kay heard her name as she spoke, holding her gaze steadily as she watched the life being drained from her. She justified the action to herself with self defence. If only Shira hadn't struck out. She'd of gone into the brig instead.

"Your sacrifice will save many lives Varanin." Kay closed Shira's eyes with her hand. "Atrisia thanks you."

The former Queen of Commenor turned on her heel and left the Entenchment room. Two Commenori soldiers followed her. "I'm going back to the bridge. Have some bacta gel there waiting for me." Only now was she starting to feel the wound burn again, the cauterized skin all black and red. Mythos would surely be told of what had happened. The question remained as to whether or not Shira would be the only one to suffer that fate on this day.

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Allies: Wyatt Morga Rik Perris
Enemies: Mythos Kay-Larr

Despite his jovial tone and general effort to lighten the mood did take root in the brave men and women who decided to join the Jedi in their infiltration of the cruiser. There was still a knot of worry in the Padawan's gut. It was a natural thing, he figured. Pre-battle jitters. That's what he told himself. While the Sith Lord himself was busy having his ego stroked, the resurrected warlord too insecure to live with his own self-worth, the cruiser would no doubt still be under heavy guard.

Acolytes, cultists, warriors of all different types. Along with whatever foul sorcery that Mythos had conjured up to protect his vessel. Even if they snuck in under the cover of stealth, it would still be a hard pressed fight to make it anywhere. "Engineering is probably under heavy guard. I'll take that. Bring some men. Plant some explosives to blow the engines if we have to make a quick escape." He said, pulling out his commlink and attuning it to Wyatt's own frequency. "I'll send a message once engineering is secured. " He said, standing up to secure himself as the ship began to pick up speed. Approaching their destination.

"May the Force be with us."

 

[Shira Varanin]

Apart from the pain, which was significant but abstract, entechment came across as a turbulent slate-gray expanse with low visibility and no boundaries at all. She caught glimpses, overlays, of things about the ship: a sense of its angles and places, colors, scent, destiny. All of that stayed ephemeral. The bulk of her subjective reality was just a storm of dark gray mist. Shreds and tatters rushed around eroding, becoming the mist a speck at a time. When Shira looked down she saw nothing of herself, just similar wisps, if brighter.

There were other points of light, both close and far at the same time: the echoes of Jedi who'd been enteched before her. She caught little of whatever identity remained after their long torment, though this ship was quite new. They'd faded fast, been drained by this state of existence. Maybe they no longer really existed; maybe neither did she. But like the souls or echoes she'd helped free from that Leviathan on Gargolyn, she knew she was self-aware, so that was something.

The Gargolyn expedition - she chewed on those memories, clung to them in case they eroded too. The Leviathan hunt; the vulpine/feline face of the Cor elder Starfalling; the ritual that Shira, Starfalling, and the Jedi Masters had used to quell that monster and free its trapped shades.

A monster not unlike the gloomy storm of life force that Shira had joined by virtue of being enteched.

The Cor ritual had required...what? The blessing and aegis of those who had come before, and she could feel the agonized remnants of other enteched Jedi, tired but eager at her touch. A place that mattered, and this was it, this ship with the dead woven through it. At least one spike, and she knew her lightsaber was still around, maybe broken, maybe not, but good enough at a symbolic level. A terrible thing that needed to be laid to rest forever, and she was woven into the heart of it.

Somehow, half a galaxy away, it all fit. In a way that surprised Shira to no end, the Force was with her. She'd been led to this moment through no intention of her own. The enabling parallels unfolded as a welcome surprise, an unexpected hope. She clung to the sentiments and themes of the obscure Cor ritual, drew in the dying lights of the other enteched Jedi, and with them she called on the terrible thing to lay itself to rest.

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Anyone nearby who could touch the Force - Kay-Larr for certain - felt a long exhalation of relief from a thousand-plus souls who'd been crying in pain. The maelstrom of enteched life force that powered the Magnus battlecruiser...vanished. Not grounded out, just dissipated irrevocably into the Force. Power failure after power failure cascaded through the battlecruiser. Its pool of enteched lives was its only power source, and that pool was gone - except for one last defiant spark, pulled a thousand ways by the competing needs of the ship's systems. That spark went off the grid a moment after the rest, a final glitch, nothing more.

The Magnus battlecruiser's power levels zeroed out completely.

Oh, they could certainly reboot things by enteching more prisoners, slaves, crewers, a hasty mass murder. The colossal loss of entechment reserves hadn't actually done much damage that a human-sacrifice booster cable couldn't fix. But for the moment, Wyatt Morga and his incoming Jedi strike team had a clear shot at the grounded battlecruiser: no guns, no shields, no blast doors, no lights, and no sensors whatsoever.

Rik Perris Aaran Tafo

 

[Dorian Sevanar]

Location : Atrisia
Objective : Help Mythos secure the throne of Atrisia
Enemies : Jedi Order , Local Artisan Opposition and Agents of Chaos
Allies : Followers of Mythos , Sith Beillegrants
Important Tags : Muad Dib | Sor-Jan Xantha

Sith-Directorate Task Force

• 1 Antigone Prototype Battlecruiser
• 2 Preventer Class Battecruisers
• 2 Praetorian-Class Star Destroyers
• 3 Pellaeon-III Star Destroyers
• 6 Subjugator-Class Star Destroyers
• 2 Planet Crackers
• 5 Angrammar Class Cathedral Ships
• 5 Retribution Class Heavy Missile Corvette

Admiral Adam Versili, the Atrisian Commonwealth does not seem to recognize your authority. Nor am I aware of any democratic election on the planet that has successfully nominated anyone named Mythos. Your presence here is a trespass against a sovereign world and your actions stand in violation of the right of planetary self-governance. Your intentions clear, we shall engage as hostile."

So be it , Adam Versili thought , the Jedi had decided to commence hostilities turning down the generous offer Lord Mythos and his Directorate Allies had to offer. With the Jedi Task Force deploying fighters and moving it’s Frigates to evacuate the Jedi stranded on the planet , Adam Versili saw the opportunity to show the Jedi that the Atrisian Commonwealth’s time had come and that it was time for Mythos to return to his throne.

“Deploy all Fighters and engage the enemy fleet , we should have starfighter superiority over our Jedi Enemies. Meanwhile, all Ships hold their positions and have our Preventer Battlecruisers activate their gravity well projectors. Well will prevent these Jedi from ever escaping this planet and we shall crush them here. Just as a reminder to the Jedi that they can’t always win.” Adam Versili ordered. The Admiral knew that even the Jedi could not pull out a victory here and their efforts were futile. Unless Reinforcements arrived it would be a matter of time before this Fleet would get utterly destroyed.

Soon hundreds of Fighters would be deployed and would soon begin racing towards the enemy Fleet mostly moving forth to target enemy fighters and the smaller ships of the enemy Fleet mostly intending to further weaken the Jedi Forces to allow the Main Fleet to crush them with overwhelming firepower with the way for the Jedi to escape being to take down both Preventer-Class Battlecruisers in which would be extremely hard to achieve ensuring that the the Joint Task Force would be hard to defeat.

Then a Medical Frigate escorted by 2 Heavy Cruisers broke off from the Jedi Fleet quickly bypassing the enemy Fleet and heading for the surface to evacuate the Jedi from the Jedi Enclave located on the planet. “Sir what should we do about that Medical Frigate and it’s escorts?” asked an officer upon seeing the Ships slip by the Joint Task Force. “Nothing. Allow them to evacuate the Jedi. It’s a futile effort for we have already activated our interdiction field. Any attempt to jump out of hyperspace is futile and useless.” Versili replied. He knew it would be a waste of resources to prevent the Jedi from escaping as their escape route had already been cut off from the start.

Then Adam Versili received a message from the commander of the Second Fleet in which was presumed to be allied to the Jedi Fleet by the Admiral.

I don't truly care to cross figurative swords with Mythos. And add to the fact that your fleet is bigger than mine, I'd rather not be blasted from the sky. So we are going to mosey on then. Hope you two enjoy playing virtual space-battleship. So we are just going to squeeze by you … unless you wish to secure my employment for this engagement. Otherwise, enjoy."

Adam paused. With the battle already raging and this Fleet being enough to tip the scales , the Directorate Admiral knew that employing the services of that commander would result in the Joint Task Force gaining additional support and with reinforcements from the Eternal Empire already on their way to Atrisia , the Jedi and whatever ally they brought would be no match for onslaught they would face.

“Muad Dib , we would be interested in securing your employment as if you support the rightful ruler of this Planet Lord Mythos , i shall ensure that you receive a King’s Ransom and perhaps even more through further contracts. I shall await your response. “

Hopefully , Muad Dib would accept his offer as with the help of his forces , the tide of the Battle would soon turn against the Jedi and soon the Jedi General in command of that Jedi Task Force who would foolishly think that Muad Dib was on his side , would be utterly crushed by the Combined Forces of the Joint Task Force and it’s Co-beillegrants.

 

[Cambria Zadira]

Aboard Jedi Transport
Allies: Jedi Wyatt Morga , Aaran Tafo , Rik Perris
Enemies: Mythos et al
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Cambria Zadira accompanied the Jedi strike team from Peace to aid the current Throne of Artesia as a well-known Warlord had returned to take the world back in only the dramatic fashion he could. The Jedi Guadian had never actually had any dealings with this particular Master Sith personally, though she had heard of his wild exploits. And if they were true, it would make this dark sider definitely one not to underestimate. But, that was just a solid pearl of wisdom for taking on any and all potential enemies.

What mattered most though at this moment was that which was before them: the task of infiltrating the Sith Lord's ship with hope to either take it over or disable the vessel from further use against those the Jedi came to defend. It would not be easy, but nothing ever worthwhile was.

"Arjay and I will see to the onboard security systems," the blue-skinned Jedi Master replied with a small smile and a cant of her head. The slate grey R9 unit next to the Twi'lek's booted feet sounded a dutiful affirmative beep.

Cambria reached up and took hold of the overhead handle encase going in hot really meant crashing the party in style. In the few moments that followed, the Master Jedi quickly centered herself in the Force, then sent a wave of encouragement and fortitude to Wyatt, Aaron, and Andrik as she opened up a Battle Meld between them. Together, they were stronger than one.