Public Atrisia II: Electric Boogaloo.

[Ryv]

Why is it so bright?

Ryv's perception flashed between reality and his dream as his body rolled over and away from the light. His dream was getting to the good part! A certain blonde-haired, beautiful, Jedi padawan had just been rescued from the tyrannical clutches of Darth Carnifex! Ryv and his passenger managed to swing free from the fortress upon Bastion as it erupted in explosions behind them. He could even hear the Sith Lord's echoing scream of death and anger as the young kiffar singlehandedly saved the galaxy from the clutches of the Sith empire forever. Immediate gratification was even offered to our jacket-clad hero as his damsel in distress leaned in to award her savior a kiss. It was a pretty typical scene for an emotionally deprived youth, seeking comfort in a galaxy that thought nothing of him.

As much as Ryv's subconscious wanted to sink into this moment, his dream self pulled away from the kiss and looked towards the stars in the night sky. The scene looked as if it was ripped straight from an old holoflick and the more he thought about it, the more familiar it became.

"Wait a minute, is this Escape from Theed? The lesser-known and worse reviewed sequel of Escape from Galactic City, starring Curt Mussel?" he spun around as he continued to survey the scene.

"Yeah, Ryv, it is," Ryv's damsel in distress spoke up, clearly breaking scene. "Its time to get up, Ryv. You have work to do."

"What? Why?! Today was my day off, dude?"

"That may be the case," she lifted a hand and closed it into a fist, offering it to him. "But when have you ever turned your back on someone in need?"

Ryv raised his gloved hands to his face and gently kneaded his eyelids. There was truth in what she said, but it didn't change the fact he wanted to sleep into the late afternoon, eat his leftover grub from the night before, and ignore all incoming holocalls.

"Wait a minute, you're just a representation of my subconscious thoughts taking form in the girl I like," Ryv raised his head to look back at her with a furrowed brow. "Why should I listen to you?"

"Because silly," his mental manifestation of her would reach out and flick him in the forehead. "I know you better than you know yourself," she smiled wide before motioning to the outstretched fist.

"Whatever, man," Ryv couldn't stop the smile that formed on his lips as he reached out and fist-bumped his dream companion.

His eyes opened wide as his body shot up, directly into the roof of Bernard's storage compartment. Ryv groaned out in pain and immediately fell back down, his hands moving to massage the growing bruise. It reeked of alcohol in the small compartment, which he quickly realized was probably his fault. Memories of the previous night's revelries flooded back to him. Getting wasted, throwing up in Cedric's bedroom, chickening out of asking Loske out on a date, and then crawling into the storage compartment of a random starfighter while sobbing uncontrollably. All in all, damn good night if he had to say so himself, but the hangover was definitely a vibe check. He slowly crawled out of the ship and did his best to block out the penetrating light from his brain.

"Ah shit man, where am I?"

Aaran Tafo | Bernard of Arca | Kay-Larr​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Unlike what Wyatt Morga , Aaran Tafo and others may think, Kay was not at the helm of the Magnus as it's course was set. She didn't direct it's path, but merely put in the order to have it brought down. The crew that Mythos had trained to work on the battlecruiser had learned long ago of what methods their God King would desire, so they were sure to make him proud. But for that, it needed power. Drifting in space wasn't going to be helpful in Kay's longterm goals.

And neither was the escape pod being directed right for her. Kay's brows furrowed as she focused on it; the sonic boom it created having drawn her attention to it's fall. "RUN!!" She ordered the Commenori soldiers to disperse and get away from her while she created a Force shield or bubble to protect herself. Years ago Mythos had helped her perfect this technique, firing multiple types or rounds, rockets and blasterfire at her. She was a Senator for the Republic back then, yet he knew of her Force sensitivity that she long kept a secret and wanted to help her protect herself. Perhaps he had foreseen this event taking place. It was hard for her to know for certain without asking. But that would have to be saved for another time.

Right now Kay focused on her shield or bubble that would protect her from the escape pod, it's strength increased in direct contrast to the kinetic force that the craft produced. Once struck, the escape pod would be buffeted in another direction.

This was surely not her rescue. This was something else.

Kay slowly shook her head as she looked to the crashed pod, waiting for it's occupants to come out. She wasn't going to allow them to disrupt her plans. Somehow she just had to make them understand.

Win their hearts and minds. That was what she had told Mythos. Yet this was not the way to do it.

Bernard of Arca Ryv

 

[Lord Strava]

Damien washed in a rest room. Cleansing his flesh of the viscous contaminate, drying and moving with a purpose. Sanctified in the Darkside, the man now moved the crimson of his pants to be straightforward. What had previously been a white dress style, was now pure rose red. The shirt was not even useable by any means any longer.

Now after being torn asunder, it hung in a fashion similar to what suspenders looked like resting down against the legs.

Slicking back the hair of his new host, he stared in the mirror. This was a work of magic truly. Made of found materials, his original bodies genetics, it was then folded and changed at its core. To an alternate explanation method, they took this form and programmed it to become this perfect copy.

Either or, it was looking back through a half dozen different faces. Seeing the original face he held for six hundred years before ever falling to study under Voracitos.

Pausing near the exit to the establishment, Damien spotted a guard that had fallen in the skirmish. At his hip was a ceremonial blade of some sort. This was removed delicately, a reverence for the crafter. Dipping the weapon in its fallen owners blood, Damien forced alchemy upon it.

For a swift make, it was acceptable. It wouldn't shatter easy, or take damage unless under harsher forces than most.

At that moment the reborn Lord of the Sith left the place. It held no more purpose than a billion other smaller locales. But nearby was where a presence could be felt doing his best to meet his own needs. This man had assisted the Lord in his return. So Mythos would sense Damien's arrival impending.

Racing along with a stolen speeder bringing him in closer, Damien held the stolen curved blade in a reverse grip as he slammed the bike to brakes. Climbing free of the craft, he rolled his body. It was still new. But it was young. Fast. If combat came he would be able to hold his own with a practiced ease. Even without muscle memory, this was a mind of a warrior.

Flames scorched the roads nearby. Some vast underground fire had set the area to blaze. He reached out through the Force calling to his ally, as he climbed stairs to the rooftop above. Pausing there, Damien noticed as if he could see... Well every fiber of metal that made the roof he was atop. Slowly his eyes too it in.

His gaze finally would swoop toward his feet where his new host did what came naturally. Damien hadn't noticed it. But being Platos, the specimen was absorbing minute traces of the steel beneath his feet. This was being read and understood, allowing a massive overall to nearby tissues.

A small portion absorbed didn't do much but make the immediate surrounding cells hardened like concrete. The feeling also faded in moments.

Mythos

 

[Laertia Io]

Laertia pushed and hacked through the crowd of cloned Massassi, bent on destroying as many of her enemies as she could. She was fully sunk into her Form One, which since it was geared to multiple opponents, was absolutely slaughtering any who stood against its wide, powerful, buzzsaw attacks, the saber manifesting it deftly spun and swung one-handed in Laertia's natural arm, the damaged cybernetic one using its onboard baragwin stun ray to smack into her left flank and then quickly throwing her lightsaber, into the stunned foe before teleporting it back to her hand, the Android next to her sustaining heavy wounds against the clones but seemingly unable to go down her katana slashing apart the clones brutally.

The defenders helping her began to notice throughout the savage, vicious forward assault Laertia spearheaded, the clones actually seemed to be starting to panic.

This bolstered their morale, beginning to fight like demons against the seemingly endless hoard.

The beasts summoned by Darth Audroti surged behind them, and the Android signalled this to Laertia, who directed the rear of her assault force to cover them with whatever grenade launchers were left, the clones starting to fall back with every swing, every reflected blaster bolt or thrown lightsaber. Anyone left standing with her was either a post apocalyptic survivor or crime fighting vigilante in the making. Surviving Jedi had eventually all started to cluster around her to help shred into enemy forces.

This is for you, Ursula she thought privately, amidst the killing, grabbing a thrust spear and swinging it and its wielder around her violently...

...and then suddenly she wasn't on her own battlefield, but another.

The city of Jar'Kai was magnificent and golden, and burning.

She was called names she did not recognize, momentarily confused in the army of Jedi helping Mythos defend the city from Sith and Mandalorians. Their forces were endless, The Jedi's were not.

She still fought on, the sky raining endless drop carriers of soldiers. Men and women vanished into red mist as the artillery landed, the air so thick with blaster bolts it might as well have been a sandstorm. None of this made sense. Her armor was not normal, and she did not know how she got here. It must be some kind of magic. Laertia despised Inquisitor Sorcery. The heretics would be purged. Due to the brain damage she had suffered, The visions Mythos imparted were not 'quite' having the effect intended...

They were cut off. The Sith were just endlessly raining their legions upon them.

She watched The Jedi get struck down, no matter how many they cut through. She herself slashed through so many she lost count. But still they rained down on the battlefield, their tanks grinding up the flesh of the slain as they plodded across the battlefield and starfighters roaring overhead.

She cared little for these obvious facts. To her it was irrelevant whoever Mythos had sided with in the past. There was only her blade, and whoever was dumb enough to stand in front of it as it was being swung. Every one of her friends dropped, but she kept fighting, grabbing a T-21 and mowing down a squad of Mandalorians in a trench.

Sith leaped for her, red blades aimed for her head and she shot them out of the air, the banners of the burning golden city fluttering in gleaming towers above her.

She travelled deeper into the trench, firing until she ran dry of ammo, and her eyes beheld something that was completely out of place in the environment, lying on a bed of engineering equipment in the trench, gleaming and clean.

A vibro chainsaw.

She tossed her repeater aside, the Ashigaru of Mythos covering her as she yanked the chain, and it came to life with a satisfying roar.

She went hunting for enemies, the chainsaw rumbling in her arms as she found one outside of it, a Sith Warrior dueling a padawan missing an arm and about to be struck down.

She cut through him diagonally from behind. Every enemy who witnessed this justifiably freaked the feth out as she kept finding more Sith Lords to chainsaw.

One man was brave, attacking her brutally with both katana and red saber, sparks flying from the reinforced teeth spinning at top speed. She eventually batted both his weapons inside, sawing him in half, getting gibs and blood all over her.

Next came Mandalorians. She broke into dead charge of the first group of them, chainsawing through them as well, causing dozens of them to fall back at the savage as hell gore soaked chainsaw jedi, who turned the horrific improvised weapon upon dozens more, going through storm troopers, killing twenty of the enemy for every Jedi cut down.

But the hoard surged, the starfighters soared, and The Jedi was now constantly moving constantly chainsawing through something or someone. Everything from Terantateks to Mandalorian chieftains ate it at the hands of the grinning chainsaw Jedi.

She suddenly saw him casually walking towards her and scowled under her helm. She preferred killing Marauders. Less FX involved.

He told her he knew what it was like to lose. She didn't dispute that given how yandere he was for this planet and its people.

A vision of Syd, the strange Jedi she only sort of trusted played out. She did not catch the part where she had had a conversation with the creature of flame immediately before screaming in pain as it chanted, just the part where she screamed in pain as the dragon spirit thing chanted. What was going on here? What did Mythos mean when he claimed this mirrored some other exchange?

Laertia felt something twist in her mind as a tiny fragment of the ancient god's language traveled deep within it through the vision. Not enough to permanently alter her as Syd had been, but enough to grant Laertia an accidental insight into the Force all the same.

The vision ended, and Laertia was in the real world again, seeing him in his real armor.

Laertia's armor was scorched and burnt, with multiple gashes. Apparently she actually had found a chainsaw, because there were mounds of dead clones, and dead undead, as well as many of the monstrous beasts Audroti had summoned, the now broken saw buried deep within a skull of one, all around her and the three thousand survivors that had led the charge. Most of her face plate had been ripped away, revealing her scarred face and tombstone pallor skin. Her cybernetic eye, damaged and scratched, flickered red in the flames all around her. The rest of the enemy force had broken off the attack temporarily due to nothing more than the fact that Mythos was there and that The Black Knight of Nar Shaddaa scared the chit out of them with her savage display of war prowess. Westenra, half burned, was rapidly fixing herself, the tissue damage sealing up and reversing. The survivors themselves were at this point almost as scared of her as they were of the enemy. Thousands of dead were around the survivors.

Mythos threw the rudis at her feet, and Laertia snorted at them, flinging them aside, even as what was left of her helmut's electronics blared warning sounds in her ear.

"I don'tz parrley wit heratikz..." Laertia told him flatly, pointing her lightsaber at him, gesturing to his face.

"Iff yooz bleedz, I canz kyllz yooz..." she said. "Fer truu gawdz cannotz bleedz..."

A discrete hand signal to Westenra told her to prepare.

"I gotz meez a bettuh iddeaz..." Laertia suggested, heart swelling as she saw the reinforcements of Junko Ike start to arrive over the horizon, seemingly flying out of the sun. "Lettzz dannce! Annd byy dannce...I meannz lettz tryyz annd kyllz eaachudduh!!"

The reinforcements of Junko began to pound the surface around them with rocket and blasterfire, indiscriminately ripping into Mythos's forces from above and all sides. Westenra gave a war cry and one soldier on her side tossed a grenade into the air, where Laertia could see it. A twitch of her eye and the grenade teleported right behind Mythos. Hopefully the blast would tear through most of the people guarding him and maybe injure him as well, and just now, Laertia felt the telepathic call of Zanza Hijikata and while she could not quite help her, the vision Mythos had shown of the God speaking his forbidden language allowed her to use her connection to the light to reach deep into the earth of Atrisia, urging the Jedi that had fallen dead in the defense of Jar'Kai to lend their strength to Zanza now as she charged right at Mythos as massive fighting broke out everywhere again.

When in range, she executed a swing not for anything obvious, like his face, but where she spotted damaged parts on his armor, trying to force him on the defensive while she used her immense, above alpha wookiee strength to force aside his weapon and crush him then and there.

Ben Craig

 

[Cambria Zadira]

Location: Ground side, just outside capital within sight of the crash site.
Allies: Jedi
Enemy: Sith
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“The woman. We need to find her, take her to Peace.”, Wyatt offered quietly, trying to keep what center he could.

“She should stand trial for her crimes…”

“Her, and Mythos. Both should be our targets now, Cambria.”

He idled as he lowered himself to sit down next to Shira Varanin, taking care to make sure she was comfortable in her position - that his presence wouldn’t disturb her more. She would heal… somewhat, but that was another fear on Wyatt’s already taxed mind.

“I’ll join you soon… But that should be our focus.”

Cambria listened thoughtfully to Wyatt Morga words as the Morellian settled himself down near Shira Varanin, who was in a healing trance after her ordeal with entrenchment. It was evident that the use of the White Current to get the strike team off the crashing ship had taxed the Master Jedi. He would definitely need to replenish himself some before returning to the fray. She would give him that time to do so while keeping to the mission and pushing forward towards their goals. One would present much harder than the other in her estimation, but one must remain hopeful or die trying for the good of all.

"Agree," the Rutian Twi'lek replied with an affirmative nod, then she pulled up the hood of her cloak over the headgear atop and wrapped the twin lekku around her neck.

Golden orbs peered over to the resting Jedi Knight on the ground, then back to the other master one last time. "I will do what I can to see this through. May the Force be with you, Wyatt," Cam offered with a small smile, then off the Jedi Guardian trotted at a quick pace; like a cheetah going into the tall grass on a hunt except it was the chaos that was Atrisia.

"Masters hear me!"

Zanza howled in the Force, "Gather on my position, I will beg only once, but, beg I will. Save my people, save my home, save my family. Come to me. Be with me. And together this plague will be burned away for good!"

As Cambria stealthily made her way through the debris field closer to where perhaps Kay-Larr was located, she heard the voice of Zanza Hijikata call out into the Force. The Guardian was conflicted about what to do here. She had her mission to complete yet felt compelled to aid her fellow Jedi Master too. The Twi'lek sent what strength in the Force she could spare to Master Hijikata's efforts to rid her planet of the evil darkness and its minions all the while continuing on her quest.

Pulling out her comlink, Cambria attempted to contact Aaran Tafo . She sensed the padawan was still alive, but where he was and what the young Jedi was up to could be anyone's guess. Knowing him, probably trouble though with a good heart towards it hopefully.

"Padawan Tafo, this is Master Zadira... We need to deal with these dark side masters together. Do not attempt at doing it alone," Cam cautioned, but she had a feeling he would not listen. Padawans rarely did.

Bernard of Arca , Ryv

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location:
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 1 Czerka knive | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: Mythos Salem Norongachi Myrium Okar Junko Ike
More Tags: Darth Audroti Arashi Hagane Jend-Ro Quill Zanza Hijikata Aaran Tafo Kay-Larr Sor-Jan Xantha

Spaceport defenses. Right. That thing that she hadn't thought about because more often than not, when faced with extreme fire power, Scherezade's answer was to just run forward as quickly as she could and hope for the best. Usually, it even worked out great. So that was exactly what she suggested.

"We make a run for it," her voice bubbled with excitement, "I can play with the Force Bubble. As long as it's the three of us and we stay close to each other, it should be enough to keep us safe and protected, at least for a good handful of minutes."

Of course, if the firepower got too much, the bubble would drop, she'd be exhausted, and… Well, they were going to have to be fast enough to make sure that this did not happen.

Not giving her companions the chance to say hell no, Scherezade turned and began to run again. Every inch of her was ready, every nerve end tickling, ready to throw that Force Bubble up in case of need. At every turn, her glowing green eyes scanned for the enemies, not knowing what she would find there, where they would come from.

And frankly, her excitement went entirely limp.

There were no enemies. The path from where they had been to where the dockyard was, had been entirely empty. Not once had she had to pull her Bubble up, protect her battlemates, stick a knife in someone. Nothing. Considering the giant numbers of forces sent against them so far, it was… Bizarre.

Except for that one second where she had to move just herself out of the way so that Junko Ike 's ship could land without squishing her.

She recognized the woman, of course. Sort of. She wasn't sure what she was being thanked for though; so far, Scherezade and her crew had just mostly stood around and then broke into a run when enemy forces arrived in numbers that were just too damn big. But then… Could be dangerous for non followers of the light.

She knew the planet was a place mostly for the Jedi and their kind. It hadn't bothered her one bit. But that was because, much like her tendency to run forward and hope for the best, she'd done the exact same thing here, and not taken into account what Jedi absolutely loved to use, the very bane of her very existence – walls of light.

"Fallout area," Scherezade nodded, "Now."

There was no chance she was going to let herself be around that thing as long as she could control it. She remembered very well how much it had hurt that one time. Friggin Jedi and their light stuff.

"Next time we help Jedi," she murmured as they were led to the safe area, "Remind to add no walls of light on the contract."

As the doors slammed behind them, she sighed, and flipped the comms to reach Junko Ike again, "I need a gas carrier with enough fuel for a small fleet once you guys finish this whole light wall business please," she said sweetly, and then turned to Salem Norongachi and Myrium Okar . "Any of you got a deck of cards?"

 

[Junko Ike]

Syd Celsius Zanza Hijikata Tanaski Yumi Jend-Ro Quill Laertia Io Scherezade deWinter

She listened to the woman and bowed as her feet moved in the dirt of the planet. The fallout area was well enough and she made the metal note letting one of her handmaidens make sure what the woman requested was being brought in. The jedi who were here she could feel more of them before focusing on the force itself and Zanza was there... the force calling like a beacon as the lightside of the force was coaxed from the world itself. All of the life she could get to help them as Zana mentally clicked... she was acting as a guide being the closest and Junko was like the dam holding the energy there. She sent it to her and up as the blue white light shined from her hands.

She was looking at one of the handmaidens who was sending information to Jubei and the others. The constant strain of fighting with nothing seeming to make a dent as just each attack and parry seemed to be replaced while theirs kept being wiped clean. "Tell them this." Junko spoke breathing in and out“At heart they hate their horrid fates, and so wreak their poor spite on me who stand for everything they have not, and for all they most crave and never can attain. Let us pity them, my people, for even though we die at their hands we can afford them pity, since we are greater than they and they know it”

They were focusing it.. the wall of light had the power to be one of the most destructive techniques in the force and they could have sent it into Jar'kai and handled the problem but no... they were not nuking the city... they were enclosing it as she could feel Zanza here and then the wall itself. She could feel the contours while the light sped along the surface of it and wrapped upwards creating a blue white dome around the city and the force power was intense within her body. Junko pulled at the energy produced by her robes and the mental focus that it gave her. She felt her mind go calm and still as she was almost hovering there..... out of her body and watching the force light the walls of Jar'kai and enclose around it.

Then she was suspended in the white blue light... the light wasn't there to destroy it was there to enclose and trap. Purge the darkside from the new blackwing creatures as they relied upon the darkside itself to function.. the undead that were brought back by darkside ritual.... the servants of it when she was feeling it. Their bodies paused... the oppressive weight of the light then it crushed and ground the darkside beneath the enormous weight of it... until finally the bodies became dust in the swirling power of the force and the dust became atoms and the atoms became nothing. Jar'kai was meant to be secured and that is what Zanza and Junko were doing here and now.

"No more killing." She said it to her mind and remained there drifting and feeling the power of the force as it passed throughout her body. They had closed up the city and the nexus... she could feel connected through the planet now and knew that people were outside of the city but it mattered little... The blue white glow of the city dome that had been walled off could be seen from space she was imagining for the Atrisian corps as her handmaidens she could feel were working to calm and explain that Junko and others were working with the force to handle the situation. They had power and Zanza was there acting like a focus to direct the power.

She continued to focus help Zanza focus it and they stayed away from outright destruction of everything like the city. Continuing it as words from when they had been taught the technique came. 'When you can feel the dark side energies against you. The jedi have the power to take away that power rather then allow it to continue to cause harm. It is one of the strongest and most dangerous attacks possible and can be used to cleanse or if left unchecked destroy.' That last part was important... she knew others used it and let it run rampant. With Zanza to direct that wasn't it... there was no destruction as she used her thoughts and fed them through.

'I don't know if you will make it.' The though went through her mind and she didn't feel anger or fear about it. Zanza had seemed to accept that as she was giving everything and Junko breathed outwards expelling the force energies to seal the wall and maintain the intensity. Something else that had been brought to the forefront when forming a wall was that it only needed one of them.. it had been brought before but with more dangerous results... the more jedi the more ability to focus and the more mental discipline to not give into the internal power rushing through you to spread everywhere. Junko felt her vision finally go white when she stood near her.

She remained there and she could feel Zanza's power as she wasn't there to stop her. The power wasn't meant to be contained and directed like this through her but Junko couldn't think of a way to properly ease back without stopping the power of the wall... so she spoke low and used physical contact to increase the potency of the power she was generating through the connection of the people on the planet. Their will to resist darkside influence and attack, their willpower to do just this and stand against foreign powers saying they know better their own hearts and minds then they do because blady blady blah special snowflake.

“I do not believe that I am made of the stuff which constitutes heroes, because, in all of the hundreds of instances that my voluntary acts have placed me face to face with death, I cannot recall a single one where any alternative step to that I took occurred to me until many hours later. My mind is evidently so constituted that I am subconsciously forced into the path of duty without recourse to tiresome mental processes. However that may be, I have never regretted that cowardice is not optional with me.” She said it towards Zanza and was unsure if she could hear her or if she was just as lost to the blue white energy around them as the final steps of the wall solidified.

Spreading through the ground to enclose and for darksiders within it would have done... it should have done what it always did blocked the powers of the darkside within them. She knew these ones were special their ability to teleport and bypass millions of defenders spoke to that. She “The force does not play dice with the universe; It plays an ineffable game of its own devising, which might be comparable, from the perspective of any of the other people to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of sabacc in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.”

She mused o herself and wasn't certain if Zanza could hear her but she knew Jar'kai itself was being purged of a darkside influence. No death, no destruction just preservation ofit while expelling the darkside influence. She remained there looking forward and breathed in deeply before she could feel more and allowed her will to spread as something whispered towards her ear. "I am anti-life, the hand of Judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds … of everything. And what will you be then, jedi" Junko pushed it as she felt the people she had worked with and spoke creating a feedback loop to rebound the power of the wall so it could be self sustaining until the jedi took it down. "I am Hope."

Spoiler: Zanza permission

SunBroSoulLast Friday at 12:33 PM

will do!~​

[12:33 PM]​

a bit distracted so apologies if I dont reply​

[12:33 PM]​

if push comes to shove you have my permission to RP Zanza spending all she's got to direct the wall of light to the wall and to you​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Engaging: Mythos (fleet) | Adam Versili | Mitth'rae'leios
Allies (In Space): Kyyrk | Muad Dib
Allies (On Ground): Junko Ike | Scherezade deWinter

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​

Atrisian Self-Defense Forces HMS Dragon's Fang | Dragon-class Star Destroyer [ flagship ] Saotome Hammerhead Cruiser x2 Nadesico-class Patrol Cruiser x5 Tsubaki-class Light Explorer x10​

It was all fun and games, until someone shows up with a Super Star Destroyer.

"I have a feeling that this might not have gone the way that the Eternal Empire might have imagined when they lent aid to the Sith," the boy commented candidly. Sometimes it helped to re-think one's allies. At times, they could get you into no end of trouble, such as Junko Ike was supplying for Sor-Jan with no end in sight, but the the Agents of Chaos and Confederacy jumped right in because of the relationships and alliances that had been forged.

Outside the ship, the starfighters of the Sith-Directorate fleet were met by the defensive screen and point defense batteries of the Jedi ships. The carrier shuddered with impact from the bombers that had been sent, but those, too, were matched fighter for fighter.

"All right, the Confederates have the Eternal Empire's reinforcements engaged. Let's see if we can't start punching a hole through the Sith battle lines," the boy noted, as all eyes now turned toward the Sith-Directorate blockade of the planet.

The Dragon's Fang, the Atrisian flagship, and several support ships were engaging the star destroyers directly. The Guardians and the Atrisian frigates were focusing their firepower on the Antigione Battlecruiser, reinforcing efforts by Muad Dib

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• 29 Jedi squadrons are providing fighter screen against the 29 squadrons (accounting for the bombers) of Adam Versili
• The remaining Jedi Squadrons (19) are engaging Sith forces generally
• 7 Atrisian fighter squadrons are engaging Sith forces generally
• 2 Atrisian fighter squadrons are providing fighter screen for the Atrisian battle group
• Dragon's Fang, Mentor-class battlecruisers, Saotome Hammerheads, and Tsubaki Light Explorers are engaging the blockade ships
• Guardian Star Defenders and Nadesico Heavy Explorers are engaging the Antigione Battlecruiser
• Sentinel Heavy Explorers are supporting the flagship.

 

[Mythos]

This was the second wall of light Mythos had ever seen, but this was the first wall of light Mythos knew was coming three days ago. It was the single most powerful technique in the light, it was the weapon that had severed him from the force twenty years ago.

Out of all the Sith in the galaxy to throw a wall of light at Mythos was the only one that could beat it back. With the miasma and well of power that emanated from the forbidden city, he could not only hold the light off but throw it back into the faces of those who ignited it. Mythos would kill them with their own wall of light, they would burn with its holy fire and today they would know that the light too can kill.

Laertia Io was not a warrior, her selfless act did not come from honor or intelligence but from the lack of it. From the way she spoke to the way she fought it was clear that she was nothing but a mindless animal acting out of basic instinct rather than any particular tactical or moral intelligence. Still, he was rather disappointed in the fact even if after jamming himself into her mind he found it broken and shattered.
"Pity.."
She hadn't been this way forever, she was insane and broken in the mind. Shattered and busted like a broken mirror, he could fix her... but it would mirror gluing broken glass together. It simply wasn't worth it, she would be more useful as a corpse.

He let her kill, she would watch him be destroyed and broken by her own bombs, her chainsaw would RIP and TEAR for what seemed to be endless millennia. Yet when it was all over and he let the veil fall from her eyes, she would know that this whole time she had been killing her own men and soldiers, her hands covered in the blood of allies and enemies alike as Mythos walked ever deeper into the scar, beyond the wall and through the mists and miasma of Jar'Kai.

Now he needed the power of Lord Strava and the Scar, now they would witness what happened when one let the Lord of Gold tap into the seed of his own death. While other beings were consumed and corrupted by the miasma Mythos was brought higher, his injuries were slowly healed and he felt like someone jabbed him with an adrenaline shot.

Atrisia would feel it too. As Mythos' power grew so too did the climate shifts in the planet intensify. Tidal wave warnings would blare out in coastal cities, the tectonic plates would begin to snap against one another as a powerful 7.2 magnitude earthquake shook the capital city of Xian Lo.

The Cante was experiencing a powerful snowstorm that threatened to become a full on blizzard and in the tropics hurricanes could be seen forming from orbit. One massive hurricane began forming in the city of Jar'Kai. Mythos was to meet his old ally and Darth Audroti in the eye of the storm and the heart of the city, together they would unleash the power of the scar in the form of waves of darkness that could consume the entire planet.

Up above there should be a war, Sor-Jan Xantha had somehow rallied and would possibly regain a footing but all this was also part of Mythos' plan. He was to bring his enemies to him, to clutter the orbit of Atrisia with enemy ships, to use himself as bait to bring out the remaining heroes and jedi of the galactic alliance...

So he could unleash a force storm once again and kill them all in one swift swoop. Why hunt down the killers and butchers of his people when he could just get them to come to him? They were as predictable as they had always been, they had brought a super star destroyer and force knows what else to His chopping block. They had followed their script to the letter but he needed to pose an even greater threat in order to bring even more jedi scum out of hiding and into His orbit.

"Gods of war I call you"

Here in the heart of evil, here in the forbidden city the souls of four dead Sith lord still roamed, still were here and could still be summoned by one of The Five.

"My sword is by my side. Your killers ride again. Break their false pride"

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[NPC Treasury]

((Just letting you all know, Kay's under an alias name now. This one Had to make an adjustment due to other things I'm taking care of on Chaos, and for plot purposes))

 

[Lord Malleus]

THE HAMMER
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The stars shined in twisted forms on the black plates of a tall and dark figure who looked beyond squared mirrors. His arms folded on his back covered by a long and dark cape. Like a terrific phantom from ancient times, Malleus, Lord and Captain of the "Tyrannical" stood in silence, his cold mask staring intensely towards a precise constellation.

The thumps of heels of an officer who rigidly marched and stopped behind made the lord turn. "Sir. The last datas from Admiral Thrael's flagship" The man lend a greyish datapad to the dark figure who with a rapid and decisive gesture took it from the officer's hand just to hastely take a glance on it before give it back "Send it to admiral Marek immediatly." The helmet filters echoed as the deep and imposive voice of Malleus slightly twisted synthetically. The answer was a slight bow and a turnabout of the officer who marched away to the communication center.

The silence who again settled on the command deck didn't last for long "Incoming transmission, sir. From the flagship." Another officer warned. "Show it" The lord and captain replied.

The full hologram of an old man in uniform appeared " Captain Malleus...". The dark lord made a slight bow towards the figure. "... The intel from Admiral Thrael on the enemy fleet are incredibly accurate. For now they are engaging in long range, the coordinates recieved will let us appear near the defenders formation. The plan you both worked up seems to go smoothly, though the boarding action you want so eagerly is still out of my complete understandings, but I heard you prepared well for it, I demand success. Otherwise, your death will be enough to satisfy my disappointment."

"I will not fail, Admiral" The cold visor stared the bright hologram of Admiral Marek. "I've great expectations of you Malleus. We all have." The firm glance of the hologram desappeared as the last words echoed in the entire bridge.

Malleus turned, briefly he glanced again the constellation before moving for the center of the bridge " Officer Kein prepare for hyperspace jump. Officer Annett, open a communication channel to the entire ship. " In a lower section of the room, where all the computers and pannels were located a blonde girl skillfully typed on the digital screen, after a couple of seconds she answered to her lord " Communications up, Captain".

As the entire fleet jumped into hyperspace, the lord and captain slightly nodded before pointing his glance towards the recording device, he took a deep breath and then, he spoke.

"Brothers and sisters, soldiers of the empire, finally our time to show up has arrived. The admiral's strategy is perfectly working as we planned, and soon we will meet the greatest of all the odds we have ever faced , but if we survive from it, that will be our standard.
Seven years ago i've set foot on this ship, and for seven years you only got one thing from me. Discipline, and nothing more. Some had turned against us and perished by their actions. But those who remained in this ship, those who accepted my rule over their wills now can see the fruits of it.

Because never in time, never in galactic history, an achievement could be accomplished by mere dreams. In time you understood what was my dream. The ambition to form the most disciplined, proud and cohesive crew of the entire galaxy. And we all worked hard for it. Let us not make these years a waste of time, because soon we will be at the center of all eyes.

We didn't trained for one month eighteen hours per day just to be a simple part of some bigger scheme! We are going to rightfully take our place in history for we are the Tyrannical! Heil Kalidan! Heil the Emperor!"

The speech ended and the warcry started as from all the corners of the star destroyer the roar of thousands souls made clear their allegiance and loyalty, all while the fleet emerged from hyperspace. Like a thundering hammer who smash on the anvil so the empire fleet did as right in the moment they all appeared right between Voph/CIS fleet and Thrael fleet, they opened fire. The cannons already aiming towards the enemy ships such was the inhuman precision of the datas sent by the chiss admiral.

Spoiler: The Eternal Empire Task Force

Admiral Marek Flagship : Nocturnal Battlecruiser
Captain Malleus "The Tyrannical" Star destroyer : Imperium Ultima Star Destroyer
4 Adjudicator Star destroyer
2 Valiant 2 Star destroyer equipped with ion torpedoes
7 Ardan II Class Flak Frigate
2 Mordekai Class Escort Cruiser
6 Overseer Class SICC
5 Retribution Class Heavy Missile Corvette

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

ALL VESSEL ACTION : All shields up ready to recieve incoming fire from the CIS fleet.
Nocturnal Battlecruiser : fire with the ion cannons on the Desolation's Archwing destroyers, meanwhile it fires with the Axial Very Heavy Ion Cannon on The Desolation, tractor beams points to hold the carrier in place.
The Tyrannical : fire with its ion cannons on The Desolation, point defence weapons ready to intercept enemy squadrons, all turbolaser weapons are ready to answer fire if anyonther fleet engage. Tractor beams are pointed to held the Carrier.
Adjudicator Star destroyers: tractor beams pointed to the Desolation's Archwing destroyers, all weapons fire at the destroyers.
Valiant II Star destroyers : Fire ion torpedoes all on the Desolation, all guns remaining on the destroyers. Tractor beams aimed to held the Carrier.
Ardan II Clas Flak Frigates/Mordekai Class Escort Cruisers : Assume defense position to intercept any enemy squadron.
Overseer Class SICC : deploy Ship-housed Sattelite force field shield projectors , all energy to point defenses ready to engage enemy squadrons, and defend the satellites.
Retribution Class Heavy Missile Corvette : Fire all weapons to the Desolation's Archwing destroyers.

ATTN: Sor-Jan Xantha / Ben Craig / Adam Versili / Mitth'rae'leios / Muad Dib / Kyyrk / Amelia von Sorenn ​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

ATRISIA - ATMOSPHERE
Tannhauser-class freighter Infinity's Free


Now on the one hand, it seemed like the obvious thing to do. And on the other hand, no. You do not airburst a hundred tons of karrak spice.

Unless you're an anonymous Atrisian powerbroker with a hundred tons of karrak on hand, an independent freighter on speed dial, and a total dislike for all the damage that the Force has caused on your world.

A powerful painkiller known for its degenerative toxins, karrak was pushed by spice dealers as a medicine. While karrak suppressed most symptoms, its degenerative toxins would build up after long-term use and cause more harm then good. As it did not actually cure users of their ailments, dealers hoped to continue to sell their products to ailing buyers until their ultimate death. Aside from its use as a faux-medicine, the Imperial Science Bureau discovered that karrak suppressed a user's ability to use the Force for forty-eight hours.

Someone had cut it with ixetal cilona, too: another spice known to cut people off from the Force and get them high as kark in the process.

Dust clouds of spice filtered down across the length and breadth of the critical region, hundreds of square miles. Torrents of wind sent the drugs whistling through streets and battlefields. Pain would be killed, many people would get high and/or sick...

...and every single Sith and Jedi in the region was probably getting cut off from the Force for the next, oh, two days?

Jerec's Apokka first mate ruffled his feathers.

"BUCKAWW!"

"You said it, bud."


Mythos Arashi Hagane Scherezade deWinter Zanza Hijikata Aaran Tafo Wyatt Morga NPC Treasury Junko Ike Laertia Io Ben Craig Cambria Zadira Darth Audroti Arashi Hagane Syd Celsius Tanaski Yumi

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Allies: Cambria Zadira Ryv Bernard of Arca
Dealer: Jerec Asyr
Enemies: NPC Treasury @Mooks
Objective: Ensure Justice Prevails.

The shield held. But perhaps not as surely as the former queen. It seems whatever power was guiding it almost added to its velocity. Attempting to pierce through the bubble of Force like a bullet through an apple. But alas, in a contest of raw strength and experience. Aaran fell short of Kay. And so the escape pod was knocked further off course. Instead of skidding to a stop in front of her. It was deflected away. Carving a trench through the earth, perpendicular from its original direction.

But she could still feel it. The flame of determination burning brightly like a bonfire. Emotions broadcasting like a siren for her to hear.

The occupant of this pod was going ot bring her to justice. Maybe she had no choice. But the simple fact of the matter was that Kay had stood by as countless people were sacrificed to power a ship when other means were availiable. She knew that Mythos had planned to invade a world and shape it in hsi image, slaughtering anyone who would resist. And she did nothing. So many innocent lives lost. All in the name of some nebulous greater good.

And people had the gall to call the Jedi self-righteous sometimes. They were a kitten to a tiger in the face of such hypocrisy.

"You will surrender." A voice echoed into her mind. All the subtlety of a Bantha in an antique shop was hammer through the mental broadcast.

"For the sacrifice of countless innocents. For the murder of an unknowable number of non-combatants. As well as your collaboration with a delusional manchild."

"You will surrender. And you will face justice for what you have done." For now, the pod remained motionless. She could still feel it. That potent flame of the Living Force burning brightly within. If she decided to fight, if she decided to contest whoever was in that pod. She'd be in for one hell of a fight.

 

[Bernard of Arca]

Currently: Dealing with a hungover Ryv , then trying to not get disoriented while helping the Jedi in the escape pod.
Location: Surface of Atrisia, next to Aaran Tafo and NPC Treasury

He’d expected the familiar sight of medical supplies and the few personal belongings he’d allowed himself to keep, not the face of a Kiffar Jedi asleep within his trunk. The intense smell of alcohol assaulted his nose, making him recoil briefly before he moved to shake the young man awake. Instead, he shot back as the Kiffar shot up, accompanied by a loud clang of head against metal. Though The Arkanian doubted the impact had been violent enough to do so, he couldn’t help but lower his head to see whether there’d been a dent left behind. The revolting stench coming from the starship’s compartment only became more unbearable as he got closer. The audacity this Jedi had, to misappropriate another’s starfighter as a bunk bed and contaminate it with a stench so horrid. The Arkanian’s brows furrowed, his expression growing cold.

“Atrisia. Battlefield.” He kept it brief and sharp.

The thoroughly annoyed face of Bernard was the first thing the Kiffar would see when his eyes finally adjusted. For several long moments, he contemplated what to do. Taking the man into a warzone would be more than simply irresponsible. He’d encountered drunks before, they were unable to hold their own in combat situations, furthermore protecting them was simply a burden slowing down the progress to a threat’s elimination. At the same time simply leaving the man here could lead to further incidents. Drunks were also notorious for their lack of motor skills, he’d learned as much from listening in on conversations within cantinas. For all he knew the Kiffar would manage to injure himself while Bernard was gone. His eyes narrowed as he began getting lost in thought.

The loud burst of an escape pod crashing into something stole his attention away, however. The trail of smoke from its descent was still fading out behind a formation of rocks when he turned his head. Giving the Kiffar one last glance he made up his mind. The man would fend for himself, Bernard was needed elsewhere. He couldn’t care for every other person who just happened to walk into his path.

The white cape fluttered behind him as he dashed towards the escape pod’s location. Spying several armoured figures close to another escape pod, he couldn’t feel anything beyond the central figure’s exertion within the Force. He’d have to ask about their identity later. For now, the unmistakable presence of a Jedi nearby was his primary concern. With several strides and jumps he made his way towards the most recent escape pod to hit the surface.

Curiously, as he was about to attempt opening the pod’s door he sneezed; then he sneezed once more, then again. The inherent orange glare of the cooling pod began swirling as he stared at it. He took a shaky step backwards, shaking his head in order to clear it, but when he gazed back the orange had begun glowing more brightly, the earth around it taking on a distinct warm brown colour that slowly transitioned to a cold brown. He glanced around, suddenly feeling disoriented. Something about the world around him seemed off.

 

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If ever there had been a personage to the entity, it was lost now.

It had led many lives, formed and unformed as the ides of time marched ever forward. Memories that were not its own flooded its consciousness, corrupting the remnants of the ego that had once been. In exchange for near limitless power, it had given everything, and had thus become nothing. Such was the fate of all that strove toward the hallowed halls of godhood.

Their worship had fueled its vile existence, though it hated them for it. It was only when immortality was gained that the vain realized the blessing that death truly was: to persist eternally was to cast aside absolution and conclusion. There was no end, and because there was no end, there had never truly been a beginning.

It had been a man once, of that it was certain, though it very well could have been many different men for all it truly understood. Had it been created in this ethereal realm, birthed from the ether and forged into flesh, or had the flesh come first?

It did not know.

Then the call came, and that it understood. Memories of a life long since lost bubbled to the forefront of its formless mind: of a world cracked by lightning, a galaxy set aflame, a people slaughtered, and a light of hope long since extinguished.

Then, as it was called forth into the material realm, it understood.

The being coalesced into a vaguely humanoid gathering of coiling energy. It stared from an featureless face down upon Mythos , and once again, it understood. This one wanted power, this was one was as damned as it was.

"Animus," it spoke with a choir of voices that seemed to reverberate from the earth itself. "You ask of my power?"

My? What am I? Who?

"To ravage another world?" The being crossed its arms in an all too human gesture. "I will not." the figure glided across the room, coming to halt only when it was nearly in the Sith Lord's face. "The age of chaos comes, and you would see its arrival hastened. My own actions helped to spur it forward, and for that I am damned. So too will you be."

A flickering hand was offered. "It is time to end this, Animus." The choir ceased, replaced with a singular voice that Mythos would know all too well. "There is still time to stop the key from turning. You must let go of the demons that hold you, lest you become one of them. Come with me. Let go. There is nothing left here for you but pain, and you would bring that pain unto others to remain. Our time is over Animus - if you continue on this path, you will become like me: you will be nothing.

Mythos

 

[NPC Treasury]

Kay lowered her arms as the escape pod was deflected by her Force shield. The amount of energy used to maintain it was more than she had bargained for, yet it was well worth it. She widened her stance as she caught her breath, glad that her Commenori soldiers managed to avoid the collision as well.

And just as she was about to move on, she heard the voice of Aaran Tafo in her mind, telling her to surrender. It wasn't a request at all. But it wasn't exactly an order that she was about to comply with either.

< No. I will not be surrendering to you. This was not how it was supposed to go. I told him to win their hearts and minds as he had done before...this is not the way. If you arrest me it'll only make things worse. > And she knew that it would. Mythos would surely find out and he'd tear everything part to find her, destroying everything that he had to in order to have her freed.

Kay shook her head, beckoning her soldiers to follow her away from the escape pod as Bernard of Arca approached it. She turned and began to run towards the city where she felt that Mythos was. < I have to find him. Less will die if I do. So leave me alone unless you want your body added to the pile. >

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Allies: Bernard of Arca Cambria Zadira Ryv
Enemies: NPC Treasury @Mooks
Location: Remind Kay that Actions have consequences.

This woman stood by while countless people were sacrificed. She stood at the prow of a ship, perfectly capable of turning the weapons on a mass murdering lunatic. It was well within her power to blow the Sith Lord to ash. And then she had the gall to strap one of Aaran's comrades into that soul-sucking machine. Having the audacity to claim that she was trying to mitigate the damage.

There was self-deception And then there was this level of denial. If he were in a less focused frame of mind. He might wonder what kind of mental gymnastics that Kay was going through to try and justify this to herself. To delude herself into thinking she was in the right. Either she was infected with some kind of madness by the false God-King. Or she was simply that naive. Aaran did not particularly care right now. All that mattered was the present.

Deciding that further dialogue was no longer needed. A series of quick slashes were all that was needed for the Padawan to burst from the escape pod. Landing next to his newest ally. A quick glance towards Bernard, the placid, calm and focused feeling of the Arkanian's aura and presence in the Force was enough to tell Aaran that he had a friend now. "Female. Priority capture." His words were clipped, even and precise. Not een waiting to see if Bernard had acknowledged them before he kicked off. His pace easily matching that of the finest human athletes at the top of their game as he raced across the plains towards Kay and her guards.

Of course, while on her one. Kay could possibly outrun the Padawan. But she was weighed down by her retinue. A motley of men and women who were limited to what their human bodies could produce. But Aaran was not.

Leaping high into the air, the Padawan came crashing down. Two feet impacting with one of the guards next to Kay. Driving them to the dirt. The familiar snapping hiss of a lightsaber being igniting would draw Kay's attention to him. The blade pointed directly at the woman.

"If you say you're trying to mitigate the loss of life. You're doing a terrible job of it. Surrender, and you can help put Mythos away for good."

 

[NPC Treasury]

Kay did not expect Aaran Tafo to be so quick. She had to admire his determination, however. It nearly matched that of her own stubbornness. Almost.

She stopped running as he jumped one of her guards, the remaining all drawing their weapons and waiting for her order to fire. She slowly turned to face him, her hands still empty as his own lightsaber was already drawn. "I will not surrender. Not now. You have no idea of what is going on. You are only looking at the surface and are blinded by it. Just set aside all of that for a moment and THINK!" Kay didn't want to take him out, but she very well could. Still she knew that she shouldn't. Deep down she felt that he was important and would be to her in the future. But just how that was, she'd have to wait until she could meditate first. Certainly not on the battlefield.

"The choice is yours, Jedi. Either leave now and help others or force my hand. And don't think for a moment than I'm not capable....." She stared at him now and waited for his response, ready to give the signal to her guards if need be. Afterall, Bernard of Arca could possibly be joining the Jedi in the fight.

 

[Ryv]

"Atrisia?" Ryv would slowly push himself out of the starfighter's storage compartment, his legs swinging down for his feet to rest against the ground. "I hear Atrisia is pretty nice, man. They have a really unique form of holoanimation I've watched since I was a kid," he stood up and proceeded to stretch throughout Bernard's silent contemplation. The kiffar appeared sure on his feet and mostly unphased by the fading headache. He took the opportunity to familiarize himself with their surroundings before the sight of an escape pod rocketing downwards caught his attention. Its strange movements left him thoroughly confused and tilting his head to the side to examine it. As he opened his mouth to speak, the pod crashed into the world below and stole Bernard's attention from the stowaway. On queue, the arkanian Jedi turned and bounded off in the direction of the crash site.

"Ah, dude! We can go i- You know what? Nevermind," there was never any reasoning with the more action-oriented Jedi. Ryv knew given he was one of them. Instead, he started listening in on the chatter he could pick up between various Jedi through his commlink. He recognized Wyatt and Cambria's signals before zeroing in on the closest allied signal aside from the arkanian. "Is that Aaran? What's he doing here? Honestly, why the hell is anyone here?" Ryv quickly tapped away at his wrist and opened up a mostly private transmission between Aaran, Bernard, and himself.

"Howdy boys!" Ryv's voice would come through as he jogged after Bernard. "Aaran, Bernie and I are en route to your position, don't die!" he slid to a stop as he sniffed the air. Wafting ever closer, a scent he recognized came onto his senses. His eyes narrowed as he dug around at his side. Pulling a rebreather from his bag, he fitted it onto his face and raced forward even faster. There was no way a random drug wind blew through the planet, which meant someone decided to drop quite the payload on the planet's inhabitants, but why? What purpose was there in drugging up an entire populace mid-battle? Ryv considered it a poorly thought out attempt at stopping the fighting, at least at the moment.

Soon enough the kiffar caught up to the stationary Bernard as Aaran dashed forward to engage Kay. With one gloved hand he moved to cover Bernard's mouth and nose while the other motioned towards the rebreather feeding Ryv with pure, crisp, oxygen. A soft mental push would gently nudge Bernard's tipsy mind, warning him of the drugs settling in his system. After Ryv turned to face the conflict, his lightsaber gripped tight in his right hand. He took the opportunity to size up the woman before slowly moving forward towards the battle.

"Aaran, buddy?! What's going on?"

Aaran Tafo | Bernard of Arca | NPC Treasury​

 

[Kiff Brayde]

TAG: Sor-Jan Xantha | Kyyrk | Amelia von Sorenn | Mythos | Adam Versili | Muad Dib | Mitth'rae'leios | Ben Craig | Lord Malleus
OBJECTIVE: Teach a Little Lesson in Manners.
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It had been a while since Kiff had been in the command seat of a fleet; most of his time recently had been spent in the hospital recuperating from an assassination attempt on his life, in the streets of Golbah City as he tried to coordinate its defenses against a ring of terrorists, and in the fortress of Kintan trying to hold onto the small Silver Jedi Order. That last little adventure had been one of his more. . . surprising venues, as it had included him making the questionable tactical decision to detonate the very fortress that the Silver Jedi Order was trying to correct. Then again, Kiff was not exactly known for being the most orthodox of commanders; it was rather his speciality, and perhaps one of the reasons that the High Marshal had survived as many engagements as he had.

After the campaign on Kintan, however, Kiff had been looking forward to a nice glass of Fondorian whiskey and a couple of nights to rest and recuperate after the harrowing invasion. Yet the reinforcement fleet over Kintan had barely reverted back into Fondor space before the High Marshal had received new orders, this time from Golbah City itself. While Kiff had been staving off the Sith on Kintan, all of Malachor had broken loose over some insignificant war planet that was tying down two of the Confederacy's finest naval commanders, and Kiff was to immediately reinforce their fleets to prevent any sort of defeat. He'd reluctantly accepted the orders as he reconfigured his fleet quickly before setting off into hyperspace once more, this time to Atrisia. It was ironic, Kiff thought, that after spending months in a hospital bed wishing for action that he was now getting too much of it. It seemed that the galaxy had heard his prayer then, although the High Marshal wasn't so sure that he truly wanted what he had asked for.

Perhaps it was the newly-minted feeling that came from the bridge of the Grievous-class Star Destroyer that Kiff was currently standing in. He'd been in quite a few ships during his career as a naval officer, but none of them had been right out of the docks-new like the one he stood in right now. The ship had been commissioned for the new modernization program that the Defense Force was undertaking, and this one had been designed and constructed right over Fondor. It was bristling with new weapons and technologies that Kiff was anxious to try, and in a sense of patriotism Kiff had christened the lead ship of this hastily-constructed task force as the Confederacy's Might. It might have been slightly on-the-nose, but Kiff felt that there was nothing like nationalism that could boost the morale of the beleaguered Confederacy fleets.

"Thinking again, sir?" came an old yet steady voice from behind Kiff. The High Marshal turned to see his longtime friend and assistant commanding officer, Commander Jol. The man had grown out a coarse white beard while Kiff had been gone on Geonosis and Kintan, and now the familiar wrinkles at the corner of his mouth were covered by whiskers, yet Kiff could still see his kind and patient smile behind them.

"I try not to, Commander. Thinking too much has often been the death for the best among us," Kiff joked in a light-hearted manner as he snapped himself out of his thoughtful trance. "This new ship is quite impressive, don't you think?"

"Yes, quite impressive," Jol said thoughtfully as he cast his eyes around the interior of the bridge. "I've served aboard many different models from many different shipwrights, but I can say this is definitely one of my favorite so far. The absence of a large crew does make it a little lonely at times, but otherwise I think it's quite a marvelous feat of engineering," the old officer stated with a smile.

Kiff gave a small laugh; he always appreciated Jol's levity and found his quiet praise endearing. "I'm surprised they gave us so many of them to play with -- you'd think that after Tanaab, NAVCOM would be more careful with lending me new models."

"I don't think NAVCOM had much of a say in it," Jol said along with an insiders wink as he strolled past Kiff to the forefront of the bridge, where the blue-and-white swirls of hyperspace streamed past the transparisteel windows of the Star Destroyer. The Commander was right - Kiff had requisitioned the ships both because they were brand-new to the Defense Force, and because there weren't many other choices at Fondor when he arrived. Hopefully, the Confederacy's Might and its fellow warships would be able to get the job done.

"Attention: fleet reverting to realspace within one minute. Prepare for engagement," came the robotic, monotone voice of the automation management protocol through the ship's communication systems. Kiff stepped up to the central holotable in the bridge, waving away the notice in its holo-notification form as he brought up an image of the fleet. As the bright-blue icons of Kiff's forces appeared, the swirls of hyperspace faded away to a backdrop of stars. Directly in front of them was the planet of Atrisia, surrounded by ships and explosions.

It seemed that Kiff had arrived to interrupt this little game that the enemy was trying to play, and at the moment the High Marshal wasn't in the mood to play along. Motioning for comm-scan to get him a communications link to the enemy, he decided to keep his opening monologue succinct and sweet. "Ships who unwittingly fired on those of the Confederacy, this is High Marshal Kiff Brayde of said Confederacy. I could go through my whole speech, but for the sake of time I'll give you the synopsis; you have forfeited your right to life, and I bet all of you will make very fine dust particles floating in the vacuum of space. Thank you for your time -- this is High Marshal Kiff Brayde."

Turning off of the communications, he turned over to Jol. "Concentrate all of our fire on the command ships of the enemy fleets, and have our supercarriers release fighters to intercept both those of the Eternal Empire and Directorate. Inform the crew that they are allowed to take bets on how long this operation will take us," Kiff said with a roguish smile as he turned back to the viewport of the bridge as the mass-driver cannons and turbolaser emplacements of the fleet roared to life to rain fire and brimstone on the enemy.

Spoiler: Fleet

• x7 Grievous-class Star Destroyers
  • CNS Confederacy's Might
  • CNS Glory of Golbah
  • CNS Fading Shadow
  • CNS Kazarm
  • CNS Fondor's Pride
  • CNS Rakham
  • CNS Jerrod
• x3 Lucrehulk III Supercarriers
  • CNS Hardwire
  • CNS Loche
  • CNS Torrente

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• All ships of the fleet are concentrating fire on the command ships of the opposing fleets.​
• All three Lucrehulk III Supercarriers have released fighter squadrons to intercept opposing fleets.​