Public Atrisia II: Electric Boogaloo.

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Lóngkou, near the gates
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 Darth Audroti
More Tags: Arashi Hagane Jend-Ro Quill Zanza Hijikata Aaran Tafo Kay-Larr Sor-Jan Xantha Junko Ike

For the longest time, it seemed like nothing was happening. Scherezade had time to clean each and every one of the blades that she had brought with her, stand on her head, and listen to the updates from those spread around other parts of the planets and up in space. It seemed like the part of 'town that she'd chosen for those that had come with her had been a wrong choice made, since all they were doing was standing around like meat bags. Someone had even suggested going to fetch a deck of cards to make time pass by faster.

And just a moment before she was ready to call it quits and call Sor-Jan to let him know this party sucked, she felt it.

It had come with a ground shake, followed then by the shivers that spread through. You could not mobilize large numbers and expect them to remain stealthed. But it was not any special equipment that let her know they were there (mostly since she didn't bring any with her, though others in the group might've), but the sense of it all.

Some were silly enough to look down on the Massassi. Scherezade, of course, had no way of knowing that this was what was currently marching towards them, but the strength that such warriors carried with them, as well as the sheer numbers, one million in total, was not something she could ignore. It very much screamed we are here through the Force, causing the Sithling to gasp in surprise.

How had they kept them all hidden and out of sense until right this instant? She tried to reach forward, to feel, but the color drained from her face.

Scherezade was a great warrior. She had hopes of eventually attending enough tournaments and wars to make sure the rest of the galaxy realized it properly as well. But even that, and even with having once been titled as the best pin cushion in the 'verse, she knew, she knew, that this was not something she could survive. Not even with the people that had come with her from the Scintilla.

Turning around, the expression was all too clear on her face.

"I can't even get an accurate reading of numbers… Just… A lot…" she said, trying to control her voice, resulting in her tone being dry. It was like having a bone stuck in your throat. Or a frog. Yes, a frog sounded better. But there was no actual time to argue about whether it was a bone or a frog.

"RUN!" came her order, and she pointed. Away. Away from the wall, away from where they were standing. Her Force-nose, her senses, they all filled with the growing numbers of those who were marching against and towards them, knowing that the first would arrive very shortly.

As she turned and began to lead those that had come with her, making them all run like it was a pre-dawn work out, the cogs inside of Scherezade's mind began to spin. Running would not save them, not indefinitely. It would buy them time. And then…

For some reason, a certain song played inside her head. It had something to do with rain.

 

[Lord Strava]

A dark taint. The very air began to warp. Something approached. Mythos and those around him could taste it in the air. A presence long gone was returning.

Purged of the light it once held, this very darkness formed, writhed and twisted. Shadowy in its inky appearance. A cloud of evil pulled through the veil.

A siren call could be heard. It was as if the very Force itself begged for this creature to stop its approach.

Made of twisted will, as if it had no body, it stood for a single moment. Acidic eyes shined with a pure hate in its power.

Then it was gone. Once more peace settled.

Mythos could recognize its dark hatred. If he willed it, gave it power to continue its approach, the galaxy would rue its arrival.

Mythos

 

[Salem Norongachi]

A lot was a gross understatement if Salem's senses were to be believed. The whole world, the very fabric of existence, seemed to squirm and writhe before a deep and unnerving feeling ran grimy hands across his soul and found a home in the pit of his stomach.

Sal's instincts, every remnant of a time when humanity had not stood atop the food chain, screamed at him to run. His legs muscles twitched and quivered in the face of what he was feeling, of what was bearing down upon them with unrelenting malice and dispassionate determination. There was no doubt in his mind that their enemy would ever stop, would ever rest, until they were bloody marks upon the ground.

When Scherezade deWinter told them to run, there wasn’t any argument. There was no bravado or measuring of pricks. They took off as fast as their bodies would take them. The only sound Sal heard was the rattling of armour from the squad of soldiers around them and the pounding of their boots upon the ruined earth underfoot.

“Plan?” he yelled to deWinter.

 

[Wyatt Morga]

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Location: Magnus Class Battlecruiser
Allies: Shira Varanin │ Aaran Tafo │ Rik Perris │ Cambria Zadira
Enemies: Kay-Larr │ Mythos

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Wyatt could sense something amiss, despite the wave of encouragement that emboldened them. Something was off - and it only grew more odd as they closed in and watched the ships lights and shields begin to flicker at their approach. Someone was already on board… And likely had already taken control of something important.​

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“It seems we are late to the party.”, he offered to them as he glanced out at the view port.​

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“Keep an eye out for anything weird, and report back to me with what you find.”​

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With that, Wyatt tightened his grip as the freighter closed the distance into the hanger with little else stopping their approach. He was lucky, he imagined, but the Force guided - and he never turned it down when it gave him an opportunity. Quickly, their ship came under assault from small arms fire unaffected by the power outages Shira Varanin - but it was certainly far better than what could have been.​

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“Hurry up!”, the pilot offered as anxiety began to overtake him. Small arms fire wasn’t great for the paint, but it was only a matter of time before a launcher came out.​

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“Lets go, Jedi!”, Wyatt as he was the first to rush out of the open landing pad - without the need for any of them to land. His blade met a blaster bolt mid air, slapping it back into his aggressor with a surprising accuracy before he landed - only to sprint towards the nearest door.​

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His blade slid effortlessly through two of the guards - and much to his grace, the security doors didn’t slide shut as their approach. Things were going well… almost too well, all things considered.​

 

[Myrium Okar]

This all seemed like a terrible idea in retrospect. First, Myrium had been dragged out of his studies back on Scintilla by Scherezade deWinter and brought along on this expedition. How the Sith had been able to sneak up on him and proceed to get him out of the Vale unseen was a matter he would need to look into as soon as he got back. Next time, he would probably just accept her request to go on a mission. Seemed like there would be less of a hassle, especially since he ended up going anyway.

When they had gotten to the planet currently being besieged by Sith and defended by Jedi, Myrium had taken a nap. The endless war between the two groups was not some grand spectacle to see, and one could guess the outcome by flipping a coin. When they made their way down to the planet, "to ensure the independent prosperity of the people of Atrisia", Myrium had made sure to bring his most recent novel along. The economic principles of the Ewok's was a topic Myrium found infinitely more entertaining than sitting around and doing nothing.

However, his boredom came to an end with a sudden and destructive development. Myrium had barely seen the hordes of things approaching them when Scherezade came running up, pushing Myrium and the others along and away from the threat coming behind them. Grimacing, Myrium hopped off the ledge had had been using as a seat and landed on the road below, turning in time to throw the book in his hand at one of the creatures coming. The heavy tome slammed into the broken face of the man, sending him sprawling backwards, but he was quickly replaced by two more.

Turning, Myrium set off at a sprint with the other Agents of Chaos members, coming to run beside Scherezade with a frown on his face. "The next time we go to a planet, I get to choose!"

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

"As you say, my older sister is the military commander, not me, though to be honest I didn't know what to expect", she replied to Junko as the women explained the current situation outside. Even so the young Jedi didn't drop his guard, keeping a hand on the hilt of his saber while following the princess through the door way. Being a semi-former assassin he knew that Junko would be a target, even if she herself was a powerful Jedi master and no doubt this Mythos person had some sort of vendetta against her personally, well probably. "So, where are we headed anyways? Seems everyday there is some new complex on this world you have built", he asked ina semi joking manner.

Junko Ike

 

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Aid Sor-Jan Xantha as per his distress call
LOCATION: Entering Atrisian Orbit
FLEET: The Desolation, Archwing Destroyers x2. Additional units on standby.
TAGS: Sor-Jan Xantha | Mythos | Adam Versili | Muad Dib | Kay-Larr
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Voph had mustered as much of a response that such short notice offered. A distress call was sent out. An old ally was in trouble. Voph sat in the meditation chamber aboard the Desolation, centering himself before the conflict. He was going in blind, but...that was what his people did best. Voph's brow furrowed as the trio of ships drew near to their destination. The signal that had been sent was an old one. Not one used by the Knights Obsidian any more, nor had it since before Voph had even joined their ranks. But a call for help was a call for help.

"Darcy, begin scanning communications frequencies, draw us a picture. Helm, initiate the battle panorama."

Information began streaming into the lead ship, linking with the twin destroyers that flew escort. The fighting had started, and it seemed that their contact was a member of the Silver Jedi Order, given the distress call he sent out. Their opponents? Sith, near as Voph could tell. "All stations, red alert. We are here to defend, not to attack. Do not fire unless fired upon, or unless the Silver Jedi are fired upon." Klaxons began to sound as the ships prepared to drop out of hyperspace. Voph bowed his head, Battle Meditation surging from his form, and amplified by the chamber in which he sat.

As the three ships dropped into real space, engines flared as they began maneuvering to land between the Sith fleets of Adam Versili and the Jedi fleet of Sor-Jan Xantha . Voph's furrowed brow deepened to a resentful scowl as he became aware of his surroundings. Kay-Larr was with the Sith. As fighters began to stream from the hull of the Desolation, a com channel was opened. "Attention all military craft within Atrisian Space. This is Darth Voph. The Jedi fleet is under my protection. Stand down, or you will be destroyed. This is your only warning."

Weapons began to find their firing solutions, and fighters assumed defensive stances around the trio of ships. Voph was simply here to extract Sor-Jan. But he would not hesitate to fight if that's what it took. "Battlegroups Vanguard, Bastion, and Guardian, standby for deployment. All units, watch your fire. We sit at a dangerous crossroads. Let them be the ones to take the leap."

 

[Junko Ike]

Looking at her former padawan... she had a small grin on her face as the sensations of the darkside came to her... she could sense it now rising and raised an eyebrow. "Well... yes but that is because we have helped the people... no statues to ourselves instead trade, education, schools. the people prefer Atrisia this way because it lets them make their world how it was before Emperor Kahoshi died." She didn't regardit as good or bad... instead it was a netral one with the people being better in the Jishi era and they would fight for just that. The planetary shield shimmered as it was active like in the other major cities. Smart money is a shield gate...hedging your bets is section world armor at the cities to protect the people. THey didn't need to bring a fleet down from between the shields to defend just let the heavy guns handle problems while sitting behind a shield. A single ship is not a fleet and can last a lot longer.

She could sense more from it and the wrist pad was showing her the information. More undead things had arisen... not unexpected. A sith invasion without raising an overwhelming force from no where isn't an attack. The jedi master reached out with the force into the city and could feel the people around her. Some of the people were nervous remembering the attacks but this was something that was expected. You can't construct and work to improve a world without someone wanting to take the credit for it. The Atrisian commonwealth had moved on and now that there was a little light on the world it seemed to attract the bottomfeeders who needed to feel special. Junko walked more to oneof the children. "Worry not, go back to your families and we will make sure things are handled here." She looked at Tana and motioned for him to stay with her while they were going and at the very least they could get Masamune and Jubei's reports.

"We have retaken the anshin from the teleporting soldiers." The white haired fighter was one of the three generals who had faced off against mythos forces before and knew many of the tricks. Invulnerable to conventional attacks, teleportation, able to bypass defenses like magic... but they were also undertrained and next to useless aside from just there for vanity. Jubei was working and had come to the wall with jade screamers as millions of dead had come and used the constructor droids they had. For building the rods and maintaining them, for rebuilding the temples and structures. Havve them literally go there with pre-fab walls to push back and let warriors fight the enemy was a simple thing. That a ship was also coming out of the city and somehow didn't harm any of the dead things as it rose up in the same location seemed... convenient. Then there was a surprise.

Someone else had shown up and said for ships to stand down as Junko sent a confirmation code to Beifong to acknowledge him. The twin shields would protect plenty but their military was not here to slug it out. They maintained the defensive formation behind the planetary shield as soldiers retook what small sections of the anshin had been seemingly overtaken. Junko allowed herself to climb aboard the airship as the repulsor engines were there to get her and Tanaski Yumi towards the city and Scherezade deWinter with her people. The reports that they might get overwhelmed were there and her own pride meant one thing... she couldn't let herself be dishonored by having guests to the world bleed over the floor when she had asked them to go there... it was rude. "we will head to the wall, the enemies are there and now it seems will will need to involve more lives then I would have liked. Our guests from Scintilla may not have needed our help at first but now more undead are being raised.... again. That city is somehow several graveyards and has been emptied several times."

 

[Darth Audroti]

Darth Rage stared out the view port of his bridge as he watched the world pass by like ants beneath his boots. The ship rolled forth unhindered. Soon he would be able to do as he had planned. It would start with the dark side nexus here on Atrisia and would end with the last known nexus in the galaxy. Audroti would have his immortality or he would rend the galaxy to pieces in the process.

He reached out telepathically and could feel the dark side generated storm clouds that followed his ship permeate the air. As the coming storm encroached upon the Atrisian capital he could see the shadows cast by his ship over the city. He could feel their fear grow exponentially as the dawn of death encircled upon them.

"Commence bombardment of the city outskirts," Rage uttered beneath his breath, though he needn't.

His quiet command was answered by the moans of torment of the ships ghostly crew. With enough firepower to make a Conqueror class star destroyer look paltry it was only a matter of time before the city shields gave way. Even so, those outside the shield walls. Those outside city limits, or the refugees fleeing Jar'kai. They would know doom. The ship began hurling plasmatic death upon the city and Rage felt the Emperor's Will feed upon their demise.

Growing stronger by the minute.

He left his command chair aboard the bridge and walked towards the ships center. He felt the power emanating from within. His stone heart beat there too. Kyber structure that powered and fed the undead crew. It was the Emperor's Will, and now it was thirsty for anguish. Rage entered the chamber and stared upon the giant Kyber reactor in amazement.

"Good my apprentice... Now enact the ritual I have taught you,"

The shade hissed from somewhere behind the pure blood. He had gathered his acolytes to the Kyber for this very moment. Disgusting creatures of stone and flesh. Men and women who had been promised the power of Rage only to become slaves to it. With the power of the nexus and the sacrifices channeled by the Emperor's Will, Audroti was about to tear a hole into the nether and unleash the hell spawn of the afterlife upon Atrisia.

After enough holes were created the true Emperor would burst through the nether and become alive again! Then he would teach Rage the secrets of immortality as promised... The confounding Sith alchemical arts taught to him by his own master... By Plageuis the wise.

Lord Strava

 

[Kay-Larr]

As Kay was making her way down the hall, all the lights went out, causing her and her pair of Commenori soldiers to halt in their tracks. They lit up the hall with their torches and already the chatter was high over everyone's comms. The ship lost power. Somehow the entenchment process was drained. As Kay was urged forward to the command room, those on the bridge were already barking out the orders to purge the bodies and bring in the reserve stock. Many more slaves were held in holding just waiting to be used. And now that time had come. So the ship's crews began working on that.

Meanwhile the fighting in the hanger had brought about the attention of members of the Molok Legion. Brought on board by Mythos for this mission, the Molok's were eager to learn of the invading craft and it's passengers. The Jedi were foolish enough to leave the safety of their vessel and like rats in a maze, they would sure enough be caught. And who knows? Perhaps Aaran Tafo , Wyatt Morga , Cambria Zadira and Rik Perris would suffer the same fate as Shira Varanin . That is if they don't escape beforehand....

Reaching the command room, Kay was led inside. Through the light provided by the Commenori soldiers, she was surprised to see a set of armour waiting for her. She smirked a little and messaged him with her commlink. "Silvertongue, I see that your Ancient Eye gave you the foresight to provide me with armour. Thank you. The Magnus' power has gone offline. The crew is implementing backups. Systems should be up and running soon. There's chatter of a breach in the hanger too. But they'll be taken care of in short order. I hope things are going smoothly for you down there. Kay out." She dropped the commlink onto the table and then got herself suited up.

Kay wasn't sure of who had boarded the ship, but more than likely they were allied with Varanin. This whole situation was far more complicated than it needed to be. Yet those that attacked would only see things in black and white, instead of the many grey layers that encompassed it.

And it just got worse.

Through the Force, she felt the presence of one that she hadn't encountered in quite some time; Kyyrk . Her once friend had become her adversary, but she understood why. While under the influence of Darth Prazutis she had murdered the Commenori Elders that he was sworn to protect. Such an act was something that she had wished that she could undo, but such a luxury would never come. Instead she had to deal with the consequences.

And as Kay had demonstrated to the crew on board the Magnus, she was going to face everything head on and with brutal force if necessary.

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Location: The Magnus Hanger
Allies: Wyatt Morga Rik Perris Shira Varanin Cambria Zadira
Enemies: Kay-Larr Mythos
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As soon as his boots landed on the metal floor of the hanger. The empathic shock hit him like a wave.

Despair, pain, death. It clung to this ship like a bad odour. No. It was more than that. He could feel the desperation of those who died aboard this vessel as if they were standing right in front of him. This was not a ship that had soaked in blood from being in countless battles. This vessel reeked of death through deliberate depraved sacrifice.

There was an odd snese of clarity that rushed through the Padawan's mind. He knew with quite a fair bit of certainty that Mythos had to die. This clarity was not born of hate. But for a simple choice the Sith Lord had made. There were many ways to power a ship. The resurrected Sith went out of his way to power his craft in a needlessly malicious way. This was not the actions of a misguided man looking to bring peace and order to the galaxy at large through domination. Nor the acts of a furious berserker intent on self-gratification.

This was evil. Pure undiluted evil born from a madman. One could phrase it or justify it however they wished. But at the end of the day it boiled down to one simple fact. When alternatives existed. Mythos went to choose the most cruel option availble.

"DEMO TEAMS! WITH ME!" He roared, saber igniting as he charged alongside Wyatt through the security door. The team of Silver Rangers close behind as he split off from the Jedi Master as soon as the corridor diverged. With Wyatt heading to the bridge and Aaran heading towards the engineering bay. No doubt where many of the prisoners were being shepherded to be sacrificed in order to further power this barbaric cruiser.

One could almost feel sorry for the pair of Molok Legionares that found themselves brave enough to attempt to halt the Padawan in his crusade. As the Molok Legion were a mighty fighting force. More than a match for any of the conventional forces of the Galaxy. And in a well-coordinated team, certainly able to put a Jedi on the ropes.

But for all their skill. They were not truly on the level of a Jedi or Sith. For all their training. They were simply not prepared for the brutal onslaught that the Padawan brought to bear. Allowing his drive to save any future victims of this ship spur his blade onward. Aaran exploded into a brutal kata of Vaapad bladework. Saber and vibroblade clashed in the darkened hallways. Step by step, he pushed the Anubians back. The rangers behind him laying down supressing fire as they advanced.

This wretched, wicked crusier would be burned to ashes if it was the last thing Aaran did here today.

 

[Mythos]

The Ground Shook. The Army that had been in slumber for two decades finally had awakened.

Using the power of the ancient Necronomicon his ally and fellow Sith Lord Darth Audroti had done what some would call impossible: Ressurect the Army of Massassi that Mythos had buried there since the One Sith. Mythos had always known something like that would be needed, two decades ago he bought an entire facility from the Red Lady. She was a ghost now, but her power and cloning chambers still put in work to this day.

The rumble was so heavy and vast even miles away in the Cante the earth kicked up and shook. His stance exhumed an aura of confidence and battle prowess, he treated every situation as a war torn battlefield, every movement of both his foes and the crowd was carefully analyzed and calculated. As he strode it was as if time stopped, from the strides of his opponents to the body language of the crowds many patrons and attendees was taken into account.

Inside his suit M.A.R.A.I, the A.I. responsible for Combat and coordination logged and screened for threats and hostile movement. Between him and Zanza Hijikata was a massive crowd and between him and Arashi Hagane blind hatred. Mythos remained calm and collected, regarding the battlefield as a sabbac game.

An attack came from his peripheral, again from the Rouge Atrisian he had attempted to put to sleep. This time Arashi wouldn't enjoy such kindness. Mythos shot up his songsteel covered hand and caught the weapon as it came, turning his head to regard the Half-Atrisian fully. This time he would give him something to truly sleep on. His golden armor wasnt just there to look good, it was a devastating weapon as well as a symbol of power.

While holding on to the weapon Mythos activated the arc-caster lightning blasters in his gauntlets to use the weapon as a conduit and hit the Half-Atrisian Rouge with a dose of high voltage, crippling electricity. Mythos was able to gauge the voltage of the attack, he could have released a lethal dose but instead hit him with just enough power to dry him into a comatose state yet not kill him. He would be fired to a crisp, but at least he wouldn't be dead.

"Stay down. Final warning."

As he said those words however time truly stopped, the world truly went dark and something truly strange started to happen. Something tried to reach him beyond the veil of death. Now back in the day Darth Abyss began messing with the netherportals. During the time of the resurgent empire there was a disturbance in the flow of life and death, Mythos always attributed this to the Sith tinkering with them and opening and closing gates at his whim. Similarly, before him all life vanished and Mythos was watching a realm of shadow and death. The street was emptied and around him not a single life stirred. A lone dark figure stood in the street, his physical appearance twisted and blurred by shadow and darkness.

It was hard to move and hard to see but Mythos had been in this realm before, he understood what was happening and what he needed to do. What he didint understand is who this was. He took one step forward and began to make out the outline of the shadowy figure... that hair. That face and that stance, it couldn't be. He reached out through the force, willed the Lord Strava into existance.

"Damien?...."

The voice of Kay-Larr snapped him back into reality where not a moment had passed. Around him still everything moved as it was.

"Yeah, yeah I got it. Let's see if they want to die for Atrisia. Cross the Particle Accelerator Cannon Atomizer. Have you ever split an atom? evacuate before you try this little science project"
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[Arashi Hagane]

The Sith did as his kind were wont to do.

In his audacity, he seized hold of the chain. One of the myriad qualities of Phrik, other than resistance to lightsabers, was its electro-dispersive nature. It did not conduct electricity along its surface the way other metals might.

Instead, electricity jumped from surface to surface in order to find something that would conduct it. Mythos' armor, while most likely insulated against such measures, was more likely to catch the brunt of the voltage than Arashi, more than several lengths of chain away.

That was hardly the main danger to the Lord, however. When he caught the chain, the counterweight snapped and began to spin, seeking to coil the chain around the hand and forearm of the man who decided to grip it.

Arashi was already in motion as this happened. The electricity did reach his arms- there was a connection, and it moved like a circuit, albeit with Mythos on the hotter end, and the half-Atrisian felt the nerves in his arm tingling, subtly heating. It wasn't enough to numb him out, but it wasn't pleasant either.

He snapped his arm backward against the grip that Mythos had and sought to rip him forward, off balance as Arashi leapt into forward, the sai blade tightly gripped in his left hand.

Mythos

 

[Laertia Io]

Wearing: Black Knight Chitin ,

Armed with: Synthbreaker

Teamed up with: Westenra (Gladiator Form)

Laertia had a love of Atrisia. She had studied the texts of its swordmasters. Arguably she would not be nearly so deadly with the Lightsaber if she had not. It was one of the first places Ursula had ever taken her for training of any sort. The ancient Atrisian Jedi had been frightful combatants.

Laertia had good memories. Memories of Ursula, memories of her Marksmen brothers and sisters. Even Uri. She had come to visit, spend a few days in its Force Strong mountains to rebuild her connection to the light.

The capital had not changed much for her. That was because she had fond memories of fighting and killing Shinobi with Ursula along the city rooftops. She had actually been relaxing in a tea house, her caretaker having headed out to make deals for a show arrangement. No sense in not pulling in the credits.

Laertia had actually been enjoying herself, having her own room in the city teahouse.

Then the empire had come. Or someone aligned with them. Laertia was not too clear on the specifics. But there was the Dark Side and the ships over the skies. That was enough.

Apparently there were traitors, because they seemed to be getting past what had seemed to be incredibly strong defenses. The fact that the system was blockaded did not deter her as she exited the teahouse in black civilian clothes, watching civilians fleeing from the borders of the city proper.

She felt the darkness, the conflict. The raven haired, tombstone-skinned woman with scars all over her face looked up at the warships above and smiled.

It was clobberin' time.

Laertia walked, unsettling in how calm the walk was even as civilians around her screamed and fled for safety shelters. She saw a few Sith combat shuttles flying overhead, a city wide alarm, like an air raid siren began to boom over public speakers.

She had headed towards her ship, a dynamic class freighter, found her armor, slipped it on, grabbed her lightsaber, headed off and began to walk to where everyone was running away from. Her black armor stood out like a walking shard of obsidian as she journeyed with a weathered, almost rusted looking lightsaber in hand, inwardly giddy with excitement. Probably the Juyo training talking. She tried not to listen to it too much, as Juyo was dangerous. Though she had considerable training and experience with it she was of the same opinion as Sidious: It was a Sith Style.

Laertia, though not a typical Jedi by any means, generally tried to adhere to knightly virtue. There was a whole lotta virtue to be found in carving through dark side lackeys.

She looked, felt the very earth tremble as she teleported up to the battlements, where loyal Atrisian soldiers, a smattering of SJO, and indeed, multiple people from other factions were busy shooting up the freaking huge as feth army of Massassi Warriors rising and threatening to overrun everything.

Laertia looked at the hoarde of undead bullies. Her lightsaber, its core completely green but its aura white, slid out with that familiar hum of death and Laertia teleported into the exposed gap in the hoarde, intent on aggro...

(Character Theme Song Power Up)

(Theme: "For Your Eyes Only" by Sheena Easton)

Laertia slipped into Form One, a Form One that could have given Kit Fisto himself a run for his credits.

What must be noted about it is its savage beauty. Laertia's blade flowed like water in her hand, seemlessly transitioning from one target zone into another as she tore into the throngs of undead. Even rotted and animated by Sith Sorcery, they attacked just as savagely but Laertia's enchanted strength allowed her to slap aside their attacks contemptuously, wading into them and slicing without mercy, disarming some of them after only a few strikes and decapitating them. There was no hatred, no fury. Only cold crystal clear duty.

Some started shooting at her as she cut a gouge into their ranks, but she deflected the shots either back into the source or into others as necessary. The shooting grew more intense but Laertia seemed to fight more brutally in response, her blade passing through ancient rotting flesh and armor. (And OOC-Wise, unintentionally honoring The Doomslayer's initial rampages through Hell). She stole one Massassi zombie's attempt to kill her with a shot gun by ripping it out of his arms as he leveled it and teleported above the zombie, exploding his head as she landed on top of him. (GLORY KILL!!!)

Laertia emptied the shotgun into everything around her, using telekinesis to pump the gun and pull the trigger, still using her free hand to cut away at others without breaking her combat sequence, and when she ran dry on ammo, used the now empty shotgun to spear the head of a risen Warrior and then continued her surprisingly graceful dismemberment of the Evil Dead. The warriors still fighting on the wall, inspired by her bravery began fighting harder, many jumping into the fray to battle the undead personally. Laertia was now at the point in her killstreak (Now at a hundred!) where she was simply ripping them in half when the mood seized her. It was not difficult...the warriors were tough but rotted, and once you got a good handle on the ribcage they were done for.

It was at this point in her rampage that Laertia finally took notice of another warrior on the field, one who, unlike her, wore hoplite-like blue and red armor, that exposed her shoulders and arms, save for vambraces on pale skin. Black hair hugged a head guarded by a golden tiara on the front. She was using a single, silvery katana, and darted almost too fast through her enemies for Laertia to follow, and Laertia had to admire the single bladed technique she used. She decried the use of two blades in a fight.

Laertia bashed in one's head and put her fist through it, deciding to pair up, teleporting close, noticing just how aggro'd the undead warriors now were, the biggest and strongest and most well armed now gunning for the two of them. Laertia saw that the beautiful warrior was not alone but flanked by other, lesser warriors clad in Lavender kimonos with silvery katanas of their own. They held their own, and in fact were doing exceptionally well by Laertia's Hellwalker-esque standards but it was clear they were not in the same league as the one leading them.

Their came a point when their uninhibited slaughter, blades dashing through the dead army Mythos was counting on, caused them to converge near eachother. Laertia realized with surprise the woman was artificial: She had been around her own caretaker too long not to notice the signs: The inhumanly fast reaction time, unnaturally precise movements and flesh that seemed almost too flawless.

Laertia had never run into another android other than Moya. She supposed the galaxy was probably lousy with them these days, but still...

The pair were suddenly back to back, hemmed in on all sides, being attacked constantly by melee and blasters. Without even questioning, the pair coordinated their movements on instinct, attacking the others opponents to catch the enemy off guard, than alternating until it turned back into the free for all it had been before, other warriors in the Lavender kimonos giving war cries as they fought.

"Yooz prettee gud!" Laertia called out during a lull in the fighting.

The Android, known as Westenra to family, smiled a bit, impaling a warrior from behind, the center of her eyes glinting with purple light.

"We should compare notes sometime!" She called out playfully at her armored ally.

Laertia didn't realize until she had impaled another warrior that the android's suggestion actually made her blush.

"Hmmm..." she mused, decapitating another warrior...

Junko Ike .

 

[Lord Strava]

The darkness that was felt a pull, an anchor. What had once been a presence in this existence, was returning. The breach had been difficult, but now something acted as a beacon. The veil had been lifted.

Breeched into reality, the power that had long been gone from the universe rumbled in it's power. It was weak, even now the link to the corporeal partly being Mythos and his energies. But this power had long ago mastered binding his presence to life..

Leaving the lighthouse that was Mythos, the dark cloud traveled for a time. In and out of sight it would blink. As if there and then not, the essence that was manifesting was fading already.

However, hidden in a dreary village not far away, another bright light shines. Like a moth to the flame, this power helped bring the clouds in. Like miasma it came forth.

With a swift attack this dark energy latched to the light. Tainted it, twisted it, pushing it down and under its will. This being, a divining rod for the energy, twisted in it's darkness until...

The man took a deep slow breath. Having crossed the veil, once more joining the living, the power that returned looked around the small tavern he was residing in. The previous host to the body had been having a drink with friends.

Bodies moved about, a couple sat next to him. Who they were didn't matter. Eyes burning with rage turned to those nearest. Blood splatters. Turning to more, the crimson liquid shot from more sources. Hands moving like lightning through the air to wreak death on souls as they just tried to have a good time at a bar.

A man had entered this bar. Something changed and now bodies lay bleeding lifeless. Standing in the pooling life energies, Damien Daemon once more returned to the living began to harness the darkness swelling there. Powering this new form.

It was a plan long ago enacted. This form was one of dozens set free. When in the living before, Damien had always made plans to return to life when needed. It was a face he long ago knew. His original. But it had been changed in the cloning tanks that had held it until his release. The basic genetics were different. Luckily most was the same.

Breathing deeply, Damien began to chant and move the fog of evil around himself. Blatant murder, harm and fear. It empowered the man's connection to that side, that power. The souls of the dying began to scream near the seated man.

A small tremor shook the Force nearby, letting Mythos feel the energy he had brought back was growing in it's reserves already. Not far away either.

 

[Bernard of Arca]

Currently: Hoping to help the Jedi's escort
Location: Atrisia's orbit, en route to rendezvous with the medical frigate leaving Atrisia's surface
Jend-Ro Quill , Sor-Jan Xantha , Wyatt Morga

The dark grey frame of Bernard’s starfighter materialised at the edge of Atrisia’s gravity well, farther off than expected, no doubt the work of an interdiction field present somewhere within the system. Its hyperdrive wasn’t quite as fast as the one on the ship that carried the Jedi strike team. If it hadn’t been for his relative proximity to the Atrisia system during the time of Jend-Ro Quill’s distress call he would have likely only arrived after all the events were already concluded. He’d been ordered to spend time meditating upon his actions away from the galaxy at large, to find the error in his actions, but a friend amongst the Jedi on Peace had told him about the mission some were preparing to embark on.

He had tried to ignore the message. He really had. He ran through the exercises to clear his mind after his initial concentration had been broken by the notification chime of his holocommunicator, which he had so inconveniently left nearby. With the knowledge that the Jedi on Atrisia were in danger, it was impossible to return to any inner peace or harmony, however, and so he embarked to rendezvous with the Strike
Team.

His scanners had immediately notified him of several formations of ships. It didn’t take much to guess that the large formation of aggressively spiked and triangular warships was the attacking Sith fleet. Neither did it take a tactical genius to know one starfighter would do mighty little against the tidal wave of point defence cannons those ships would have to offer. Nonetheless, if he managed to infiltrate one of the vessels, there was a chance to cause confusion and damage within the Sith’s ranks, which may buy the servants of the Light Side additional time to complete whatever plan they had concocted.

Reaching out to the Force, he attempted to let it guide him, it was hard to tell which of the ships would maximise the effect he wanted to have, but he trusted in the Force’s guidance. His engines lit back up as he prepared to take a course for the Sith fleet when he felt the presence of the Jedi Strike Team and among them that of Master Morga.

Immediately his eye shot open as he shut himself off to the Force, jerking the fighter off its original course. Perhaps joining up with the Jedi was not the best idea after all. Instead, perhaps he would serve the Jedi best if he joined up with the evacuees, to serve as additional protection as they made their escape. His scanners had revealed a small grouping of ships that headed to the planet’s surface, originating from what appeared to be a small task force of Jedi vessels. That’d be where he was heading. He set his navcomputer to lead the fighter to the Jedi temple on Atrisia and engaged his engines on full burn.

Once he’d managed to close the distance to the point where he could just make out the silhouettes of the vessels as tiny specs in the distance, he began hailing the relief ships, transmitting any request information without objection.

“Hello there, I am with the Jedi responding to the call for aid by Jedi Master Jend-Ro Quill. Hoping to add my fighter to the evacuation efforts’ escort if you could use the additional security.”

It appeared they’d already made their run to the surface, now on their way back to the main fleet. At least he could attempt to make their return trip a little safer. All the while he was gazing out of the transparisteel window of his starfighter, towards the fleet of ships in orbit, his desire to help in the battle for Atrisia masked by concern for the Jedi strike team’s safety.

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Location: Magnus Class Battlecruiser
Allies: Shira Varanin │ Aaran Tafo │ Rik Perris │ Cambria Zadira
Enemies: Kay-Larr │ Mythos

Though momentary, Wyatt heard Voph’s message - forward unto him by the freighter that now dashed away for its own safety. His brow furrowed - why was a Jedi Fleet allied with a Darth’s fleet in any capacity? This would certainly become something he would have to discuss with the Master’s Council; but not now.​

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For now, he had to focus on the task at hand - and so he did. With his mind slowly cleared of thought, Wyatt found an inner peace required for his off brand of Lightsaber combat - and his body began to work off nothing but muscle memory as he lost any emotion he once had. The blade reflected the shots of the Molok Legion back unto the sender; and more dropped as the Jedi sprinted towards the Bridge.​

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And yet - he could sense darkness. Between the whooshing of his lightsaber, he could sense a malevolence in the ship itself - the cries of a thousand souls in pain that kept that ship going. He hadn’t experienced such a thing - but he heard of it; metal machine haunted by the souls of the living, twisted with the Dark Side to become little more than fuel for metal. It almost sickened him, as that pain rushed over him in quick bursts - tempered only by the efforts of Shira Varanin.​

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There would be no ‘stealing’ of this ship any longer. It would have its souls freed, and then it would be destroyed - there was no saving such a disgusting malignancy from its nature. The Magnus was a containment, an endless scene of torture on par with the Nether - but it’s souls were chosen by misfortune, not by crimes.​

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Disgusting.​

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The forces on board would end up doing little to stop the motivated Jedi Battle Master from reaching his destination, and with a hand outreached - the doors bending inwards as Wyatt entered the Bridge; though instead of a scowl he might’ve held, it was apathetic and cold. He felt nothing as he entered - the blue of his lightsaber filling the room in a harsh brightness as his eyes met with the darkness the room held.​

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Kay-Larr​

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“Surrender the ship. I don’t want to hurt you. Any of you.”, Wyatt said as blue eyes danced over the soldiers in the room.​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Engaging: Mythos (fleet) | Adam Versili
Smooth Operator: Muad Dib
Allies (In Space): Kyyrk | Jend-Ro Quill | Bernard of Arca
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 must be nice that Wyatt Morga had the luxury of both place and time in which to debate the finer points of discrimination based on religion when one was staring down the barrel of about 45 kilometers worth of turbolasers. Sor-Jan had neither place nor time in which to harbor any such misgivings. The fact was, Darth Voph was currently not aiming his sizeable mass of turbolasers at the Jedi, but rather at the Sith who were pointing theirs at the Jedi. With those facts being such as they were, Sor-Jan wasn't going to ask a lot of questions, but instead thank the Force for whatever series of unfortunate events had yet led them to this strange bedfellows.

From within the Atrisian System, reinforcements arriving from Fleet Activities Frisal and Cherry Blossom Station, began to join the number of friendly contacts on the maneuvering board. Meanwhile, the medical frigate had evacuated the Jedi Enclave and was making its way back into space - with mynocks flocking behind, courtesy of Eldaah Aderyn - and now the ships belonging to Muad Dib seemed to be flirting with Sith money.

"Have the medical frigate pull back. If they can make it to the heliopause, they should be at the edge of the interdiction field," the boy noted, looking for the maneuvering board with the contacts overlaid. It looked like the frigate had a starfighter flying escort for it. Good, that would hopefully let him re-position the supporting frigates to have a more aggressive stance on that blockade "If they can successfully exit the system, have them navigate to the nearest safe harbor. Hopefully Master Quill will know of something nearby."

As the Atrisian star destroyer crossed into the field, the XO highlighted those ships. "Atrisians are coordinating through the destroyer."

"Have the TAO coordinate with them as best we can," the Anzat noted.

"What about our rogue captain?" the man asked, indicating the ships belonging to the ubiquitous Muad Dib.

"Until his ships start targeting ours, let's leave them be for now," Sor-Jan opined, as he mulled over the laydown of forces. With the medical frigate pulling back, its escorts were well positioned to provide some cover for the Agents of Chaos, should it be necessary. "The Sith can't be certain of them either. And, if I were the captain, I would definitely try to play both sides for whatever advantage I could get."

Still fidgeting with the ring on his finger, the boy finally looked up to regard the new contacts. It seemed some acquaintances from his Knights Obsidian days were still listening after all. "Lord Voph, good to see you," the Corellian boy uttered aloud, toggling the ship-to-ship communications. "Some of your religious compatriots seem to be of the belief that the former One Sith overlord should be reinstalled at gun point after having been absent from planetary politics for the past fourteen years," the Anzat remarked, giving some context to the current political situation that had blown up in all their collective faces over the last several minutes. "There are some strong feelings on this matter, as you may well imagine."

"We're evacuating the Jedi Enclave here during the civil unrest, but I don't intend to depart while the Atrisian Parliament and its Regent Princess are under duress," the boy noted. After all, Junko Ike was a Jedi as well. And, if he had to bet, there were likely more moving around in the shadows that he was not aware of.

"If you'd care to lend your hand to that effort, I'm sure our Atrisian friends would be most appreciative."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Aaran Tafo , Wyatt Morga Cambria Zadira Rik Perris Shira Varanin


"Got your message loud and clear. We'll be out of here soon." Kay attached her commlink to her armor. There were no pockets, so it was the best that she could do for the moment. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly before heading to the bridge with the Commenori soldiers in tow. There was much to do and she hoped that the crew would listen to her.

While she was getting a new set of plans underway, the Molok Legion were in their element fighting the Jedi. Padawans were just that; mere students. And though they figured that the Molok were just super soldiers with no notion of the Force; they couldn't be more wrong. The Molok were trained with the Force in mind. They were Force sensative themselves and oftentimes brutal in completing their objectives.

However this time it was different. Each time the Jedi pushed ahead, they fell back--on purpose. Hearing the orders given from Mythos , a new protocol was put in place. They knew the layout of the Magnus perfectly and it didn't take a psychic to figure out where the Jedi would be headed. And so they played their part, allowing the Jedi to think that they got the upperhand on them, when really it just a part of their plan to get them to get further and further away from their ship in the hanger.

And it was working.

Time was moving quickly with all that action and it wasn't long before the Magnus' systems were up and running. Yet just as Kay was about to give the crew their next orders, Wyatt broke into the bridge. She held up a hand, silently telling the Commenori and others to hold fast. "I don't want to hurt you either..." Kay stepped towards him, arms out at her sides and free of weapons. "...let's go out in the hall, just the two of us, and we can talk...." Her eyes pleaded with him to listen, hinting towards a secret that she needed him to hear. And through their close proximity, she reached out to the Force to touch his mind. ~I'm going to destroy this ship. It should never have been created. If you don't want to die with it, you'll have to leave!~ There was no deceit at play there. Yes she had used Shira to fuel it, but it was all a part of her plan to destroy the thing once and for all. And she didn't even have to sabotage it herself. Through the heat of battle she was given the order to destroy it. And that was exactly what she was going to do.

 

[Mythos]

Neat trick, the Half-Atrisians weapon saved him, as he gripped it M.A.R.A.I. chimed in with its properties too late.

"Phirk?" Too late. The Arc Caster bounced back and around his own suit doing minimal damage. The shock took him by surprise way before he lunged at him, pulled the weapon back and managed to get the Sith Lord off balance as the Sai Blade made contact with the visor of his Golden Helmet.

It happened so fast Mythos baerly registered anything until glassteel went flying into his eyes. His mercy, his reluctance, his Honor... once again had cost him. This time however the Sith Lord realized his mistake on time. If this world would't accept his Grace, his magnanimity, his Glory and Everlasting Legacy... then he would pummel it into submission untill it did. He would break the bones of every monk until they proclaimed the truth: The King is Here.

Mythos snapped, glassteel pierced his face and cut open his cheeks and nose bridge deep. The lacerations were visible to anyone watching but to Arashi Hagane the sight would be far different. As he smashed through the visor, denting songsteel bathed in gold and aurodium as he did he would catch a glimpse of the Eyes of the Sith Lord Mythos, yellow in blazing hatred and red in rage.

He locked his eyes on the Atrisian as he was being smashed, it was that moment when you punched someone and they came at you as you did. His eyes shined white, then brighter and brighter still. Suddenly, free from the visor and HUD Mythos unleashed a flashing blast of light brighter than a thousand flash bangs going off at the same time.

His target was the warrior in front of him but everything in his line of sight and peripherals would feel the destructive effects of Deadly Sight as men, women, children, buildings, animals and cattle that were in the near vicinity vanished into dust. After the flash of light everything in his line of sight was gone, huge chunks of durasteel, duracrete and entire stores and shops were converted into dust. Ash were people once were.

He stood impassively, hearing Kay-Larr in his ear as a distant echo after the colossal and perhaps overboard show of power. His eyes smoked white dust, shining and burning his eyelashes as they did. When he was done snow began falling.

Mythos' power in the force when he used it at such a degree messed with the weather, it threw polarities and wind off their charts. Places that never saw snow got it, deserts saw rain, polar ice caps became as hot as tropical island. In short, Mythos began to cause powerful Climate Change in the entire planet.​