Bashing Royalty[TRE Hex Invasion of Serenno]

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Hb8Poegmu4​

Location: Aboard the Blade of Fate, the Kalamith sector
Objective: Prepare for battle
Allies: Team Nuclear Holocaust - [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Samka Derith"]
Enemies: The Dominion
Equipment:

• The Tyrant's Shroud
• Sith Shuk'orok
• Sith Lightsabers
• The Scepter of Iniquity

He nodded at each and every one of them as they said their piece, from Braxus' declaration to the Hyal to Samka's snark and Vilaz's inquiry. There was no jovialness in the Sith Lord as he addressed them now, the seriousness of the battle that was to come fell over him like a shroud which he wore proudly. "The Blade of Fate will not be our transport to Serenno, it will remain here in the Kalamith Sector for reinforcement only. We will be taking my shuttle, the Crestfallen, to Serenno. It has enough room for all of us and some of our retainers, the rest will have to board separate dropships." Luckily for them they had an abundance of small powerful vessels that could sneak in through the carnage being wrought in orbit and make it planetside, besides the Crestfallen there was several MAAC/ivs primed and ready for immediate deployment.

He reached into one of his belt pouches and produced a small holoprojector, which upon activation produced a three-dimensional image of Serenno overlaid by real-time feed from the battle that was currently raging there. "From what my sources have gathered the fighting is thick and violent, the Dominion will not give up this world so easily. The planetary shield remains in place over the majority of the planet's surface, but it has been breached in several locations by our allies. Our plan is to piggyback off of their initial thrust and infiltrate the planet and target the capital city, from there the Dominion will be as sickly soft children to our power. I will not tolerate prisoners, kill any and all you come across."

It was a brutal command, one to be expected of a man as ruthless as Darth Carnifex. He didn't doubt any of his comrade's conviction in slaying the armed soldiers of the enemy, but his decree did not stop at them; it extended to the populace as well. If they encountered any form of resistance it was to be stamped out, disobedient citizens and children alike would be put to the sword if they possessed the audacity to stand in their way.

In war no one was innocent or above reproach, not even the frailest babe.

"You may pose your questions en route to Serenno, but for now let us board." He beckoned them to follow him to the Crestfallen which was resting at the far end of the warship's hangar bay, its ramp already lowered with a pair of Crownguard guarding the entrance. At his command they retreated into the ship's confines to allow the others entry, and once everyone was situated the ramp was retracted and the ship lifting off of the flight deck to cross the threshold into the empty void of space. Shortly after the MAAC dropships would follow, and on the Crestfallen's mark they would simultaneously enter hyperspace on a clear course for Serenno.

 

[Cairyn Midore]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nx5c_JZIM6M[/media]​

Location: Kushibah
Objectives: Have Fun
Allies: Dominion & Co.
Enemies: TRE & Others
Equipment: Orbalisk Armor, Lightsaber

Ah, Kushibah, home of not much. Under any other circumstances, Cairyn would rue the day he was shoved on this rock. Today, however, was an exception. Having spent most of the day chasing down the native Kushiban, he now had a smaller one in his arms, stroking their head like they were some pet. Their fur wasn't nearly as satisfying as his Nexu back at home, but for the time being, it'd do.

Wandering aimlessly through the fields, in the general vicinity of the Dominion forces, he wasn't quite aware of entire situation, just that they were apparently fight someone. Whatever was going on, he assumed it'd be fun. Skipping along, he watched the start of the battle with only vague interest. Sitting criss cross on the ground, he continued petting the poor creature, waiting for the silly ground troops to do their thing so he could finally jump in.

[member="Ra'a'mah"] | [member="Enzo Carpathia"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Darth Metus"]​

 

[Yidhra]

Location: Aboard the Udraitor, above Kushibah
Objective: Do what Sith do best
Allies: [member="Antherion"] | [member="Neesa"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Mythos"] | TRE
Enemies: [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Rogal Aegrus"] | [member="Darci Hopps"]


Lord Arainai emerged from the bowels of his dropship, dead yellow eyes set upon the hordes of Massassi. Already, several settlements across the planet had been rounded up and chained like cattle. Neural collars scorched the fine white fur of the soft-skinned species. Those who resisted were beaten black and blue – they didn’t need them awake for what they were planning.

His clawed hand squeezed into a fist, and several of the frail creatures were yanked, cowering, from their homes. One by one, they were collected and bound in the square, efficient as can be.

“Very good,” he hissed, slitted eyes slithering over their withering, frightened mass. “Lady Varesti? Your efforts are proceeding well, I take it?”

Many kilometers away, another Pureblood stood looming and cold before a similar bouquet of terrified locals. “Most excellently, Lord Arainai. My apprentice has just reported that another village of these… primitives has been collected. Another two, perhaps, and then we should we have enough, I believe.”

“I’m inclined to agree myself, my dear Fâileth. Truly, we are generous to offer these creatures what we do. Such waste of life.” His eyes narrowed. “Very well. I shall hail you again when the time is high, Lady Varesti.”

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While the captain of her forces, Drzad, maintained a close overview of the evolving situation on the planet below, Yidhra didn’t give a flying shet.

She had other problems.

Ship-shaped problems.

Her eyes flew open when a massive presence brushed against her own, focused, hissing, telling lies. It was coming from afar – its power all the more concerning for it. Yidhra lingered in half-time, suspended above the Nairidira as her concentration held. The illusion shimmered, but the sorceress ground her pointed teeth, drawing power from the Sosûtiyizatsa.

Closed eyes, deep breath – she spoke through the Udraitor, through the Zûtadasi.

“Ajkitina. Warsi ri Udraitor. Warsi ri akis, diâ zim warsiyoksh ri sithik drasosûtâona diu arsiasiti ant jiso Jin’irshiwizi.”
“Kiyij Zion… Nu dudari ki zûtadijsatsa. Nu saiyir ra—”
“Ajkitina?”
“Kaiyinas dauz ri satsas jinjakut, Zion Dottash. Atranka iw ri Udraitor, dris tsosûti-sam-nam’sosûti.”
“Diu kash jis, Ari Guhrrat. Sa ani sari an ruai, shinsi anim. Di ahs rasosût, titji akchimas zûtarowtu.”
“Tu’iyia waria nayiyatul ri dzuontai, Kiyij Zion. Oim kash dinora.” *

Yidhra redoubled her efforts, devoted to naught but the palpable, tangible illusion of the Command ship. A daring soul could run their fingers along its dead metallic hull and feel the jagged spines break the skin. It felt and acted as reality in every single aspect of its existence, powered by the screaming of thousands trapped inside the Nairidira, by the Dark side that suffused every inch of the true vessel.

As ordered, the Udraitor would keep dropping in altitude, slipping ever lower, beneath the altered course of the Star Destroyer. The sacrificial Imumowija had played its part, pitching the monstrous vessel upwards as it sheared off its nose. With each passing second, the Astral Knight bore closer upon the illusory Command ship, its course that of the determined zealot. ([member="Rogal Aegrus"])

The escort fleet would join its fire to the Udraitor, soundless bellowing of cannons in the void of space. But they would not find their target. Confusion would spread first, then the realization of yet another foe – and this one came complete with a side-dish of E-WAR. ([member="Darci Hopps"])

Admiral Guhrrat frowned at the handful of electrical systems that the ship possessed. He frowned at Arryd, who frowned in turn. “They’re jamming us, My Lord,” he pointed out, helpfully.

“Quite,” responded the Pureblood, lofting a single spiked eyebrow at the Knight. “Have all available Sith on the ship replace the alien gunners. The Dark side cannot be…” a dark, full-bodied chuckle escaped him, “jammed.”

The Captains of the escort fleet would likewise adopt the same tactic. The accuracy was, naturally, somewhat compromised, but thanks to the Force nexus of the Udraitor, every Pureblood in the Resurgent fleet was running on steroids.

And then, of course, was the stealth ship. The stealth ship who had hit particle shields in its sneaky approach. Capital-grade, no less – likely, it would’ve suffered some serious damage from the impact. Unfortunately, it would probably be enough to pierce the shields at that location, allowing it passage upon the next try.

More importantly, however, the impact would be visible. And the escorts were ready.

Fire would spew from the protectors of the Udraitor, Hammerhead after Hammerhead roaring to erase the Eldritch from existence. ([member="Darth Abyss"])

Spoiler: *

“Admiral. Feel the Udraitor. Feel our link, and you shall feel the hated foe that advances on his Dark ship.”
“My Lady… I confess my weakness. I cannot—”
“Admiral?”
“Something hit our particle shields, Lady Dottash. Aloft of the Udraitor, section three-seven-thirteen.”
“That is him, Lord Guhrrat. If they try to board, stop them. Whatever happens, keep moving downwards.”
“Your will is our command, My Lady. It is done.”

 

[NightSister]

S E R E N N O
[member="Maleagant"] | [member="Aver Brand"]
Big Bang

Aria glanced from Aver to Maleagant, bemused.

"Sure, that works," she smirked, entertained at the latter's summary. "Nice to meet you, then, violent Aver Brand."

Her gaze swept to the looming facility, mentally mapping the considerable defenses that surrounded the building. Aria certainly had never gone into a mission of a scale comparable to infiltrating a planetary shield's home - lucky then, she supposed, that she knew how to think big.

Aver started to aim a weapon and Aria turned to the trooper she'd spoken to. Made clumsy by the wind, she fished for the comm as the soldier linked her up. The sound of the cannon stole her focus and she glanced suddenly to the weapon, following the shot and watching with a sense of growing anticipation as the quad disintegrated. If she hadn't been eager before, she was more than keen now to rush into the fray.

She tapped her comlink to test that it functioned, and satisfied, she unclipped the blaster at her side (she was no great marksman, but she'd elected it the more useful weapon for now). They slowed as they neared the facility, and Aria grinned.

A hand swept windblown hair from her face and she climbed out of the speeder more gracefully than she'd climbed in, neatly getting to her feet.

She spoke through the comm, grateful not to have to raise her voice. "Did you have a plan?"

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Zero Hour, Serenno Shield Gate

Music​

The crewmen fidgeted anxiously as Alkor watched the Mandalorians spread out into the interior of the Shield Gate. It would take time to set and detonate all of the Shock Charges, and the possibility that defensive forces would wise up to the attack was pretty high. If he had to go out into the fray himself, Alkor was ready for a fight.

In fact, he hungered for the opportunity.

His arms remained crossed at his chest, and both eyes were fixated on the fires caused when the boarding teams blew their way through the blast doors. He kept his senses alert, waiting for any sign of opposition.

The crew suffered from high anxiety as they wondered whether they would die, or live to be court martialed. One was no better than the other, really, but they did not know what to hope for.

"Your friends are taking a long time," the helmsman observed.

"You worry about getting through this alive," Alkor replied. "Let them worry about their job."


@ Dominion Forces around Serenno

 

[TB-705]

SERENNO​

Space​

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Cedric's Wrath, just outside the bridge...​

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The first thing [member="Anya Loma"] might have noticed upon approaching the floating feline was a sensation of crippling discomfort, almost like a sudden onset of a debilitating flu - the sort that made the bones weak and the mere act of thinking an effort in perseverance. This aura of uneasiness emanated from the bands he wore in his braided mane, which was obscured by the helmet.

The second thing the assailant might have noted was that in the vacuum of space things did not move in the same way they did under gravity. Consequently, her lightning attack was more of a drawn out, drifting bound, giving Thengil ample time to turn his head and note the approach of an unfamiliar presence in the Force.

Her blade crashed into his, but without anything to anchor herself she had no leverage to apply strength, though even if she had an effort to out muscle the Cathar would prove dubious at best. Thengil's brows drew together as he watched her lips move. She spoke, clearly, but of what he did not know. He could not read lips.

The female mustered up the power to lash out with a Force push from her palm. Thengil was not actually on the hull of the ship but rather floating just in front of the bridge's viewport, as previously noted. Consequently, the push sent him spinning backward until he adjusted with his suit's maneuvering nacelles. She kept floating toward him, attempting to hack at him. Thengil simply used his suit's propulsion to continue moving backward, awkwardly avoiding her attack.

Space proved for graceless and ungainly combat with blades. He detested it. Gesturing with his off paw, Thengil attempted to disconnect her oxygen hose from the rest of her suit with a bit of telekinesis, while maneuvering to the side and then past her to return to the bridge's viewport.

Enemy fighters raced past. Too close for comfort. A good thing one of those was not on his tail...

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Malok]

He felt before he saw.

As the Speeder bore him ever closer to the Ritual, an all too familiar sensation played upon his tongue. A taste...dull, yet distinct, as if a copper coin had been deposited atop the buds. This was a phenomena that reminded him of a time past: of days spent learning at the feet of Rave Merrill. He recalled her lessons...and the perpetual sensation that played upon his tongue. It was the taste of Finality...of Darkness...of Blood...of Sorcery. And while Darth Metus did not know the full nature of the ritual, the sensation gave him pause. His dominant hand rose from the throttle, forming a fist: a signal to his subordinates to slow their advance. He obeyed his own command, briefly muttering to those yet erecting the Resurgent foothold.

"Has it been unloaded?"

Over the comm, there was no discernable answer. Instead, the Sith Lord heard only the shouts of soldiers attempting to restrain something. An unholy din rose above their voices: as if metal were viciously grinding against metal. "Good...Let it free." As the words formed and fell from Darth Metus' lips, a number of alarms went off before his eyes. His helm, equipped with the most basic of scanners, warned of movement below the surface. He slowed his Speeder all the more: witnessing the fruits of the Dominion's efforts. The dead now moved among the living...clawing and pulling their way from beneath the dirt.

"Eyes up!" he warned.

His fingers returned to the throttle and turned hard: acceleration gripped the Speeder. Darth Metus' offhand then rose, gripping one of the two weapons which hung from his waist. Snap. Hiss. Crimson burned forth from the hilt, forming the Sith's blade. He charged into the undead, allowing the thrill of battle to burn freely. It filled his stomach, emboldening him as he rode into the beasts. It steeled his nerves as they clutched and grabbed at his Speeder. He made deft strokes against the enemy, making crimson strikes upon their clutches. Yet, the undead would not be denied this day. As one gripped for purchase, so did many. Weight became a factor, and the Speeder soon pitched forward.

Darth Metus flew.

Momentum carried him.

Undead heads turned. Bolts from the enemy sang through the air; with one striking fast against his shoulder. That compromised the landing, for the impact robbed the Sith Lord of his control. The heat burned through his zeyd-cloth robe and deep into his durasteel armor. Although the protection saved him from an early defeat, the heat did indeed sear upon his flesh. Pain. It shot, like fire, up his shoulders...and yet gravity waited for no man. He landed, harder than he preferred, and sank to a knee due to the impact. Yet Pain was a Powerful Ally. A Savage growl hissed from behind him Helm: wrath mustered at his fingertips. The hand was raised: the Force shrieked forth and clutched the pillar of stone.

With Pain as his Might did Darth Metus pull the Pillar down. It's trajectory was poised to crush a number of those who had performed the ritual to begin with, including [member="Enzo Carpathia"]. All the while, the battle between Dreadguard and Dark Trooper began at a distance. Fire was exchanged as the riders engaged the servants of @Ra'a'mah. Both warriors zigged and zagged, inevitably pulling away from the horde; as they could not approach whilst also attempting to shake the Troopers' aim. However...a wild card was on the way.

The sound of High Boost Engines soon dwarfed the moans of the dead clinging to life.

[member="Enzo Carpathia"], [member="Ra'a'mah"], @Fendrig, [member="The Matador"].​

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

Indeed A sick feeling had washed over her, however she had to thank her form masters harsh training. Despite the feeling she pushed on through it the cat within her sight as she stared with a intense stare

However she noticed something wrong, she felt something from him and her eyes widened as she reaches for her hose and grabbed it just before it fell off, air however manages to get out a little bit but she managed to save it

She growled as her aura would grow anger boiling up powering her, she reached out with the force to grab him and started to attempting to crack his helmet with the force, if successful it would more then likely damage the glass severely. If not she quickly spoke into her comm for the troops to come out and start firing upon him

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[member="Myn Eris"]​

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Serenno
Carannia

Tall silhouettes rose up against the skies, parting light and casting shadows over the enthralling Carannia. It felt like a less filthy, less hypocritical Coruscant. No doubt the same vices could be found here, but they wore finer garments and deceiving capes. The cityscape view from one of the skyscrapers was indeed astounding, but today was not the place to admire it. Today was a time for war, deceit, and revealing well guarded secrets to apprentices way before it was time to do so.

The apartment of Tanek Santii was one of those located the highest. It was the residence of a wealthy businessman, and so it looked the part as well. The owner went for a sleek, modern style with minimalist decor. It was showing off without being flashy, in an effort to give impression of old money, not new. It didn't really require much more advertising than the address box and post code itself, as surely no one of meagre standing could afford to purchase the entire floor for themselves. An expensive ruse, but worth every penny.

Darth Pyrrhus had originally intended his apartment on Serenno to be a last resort hiding spot, one to use if he needed to lay low and all other locations fell. An unlikely event, but being unprepared was a sin the Togruta Lord was not prepared to commit. Yet now it seemed like it had all been for nothing. He was here with one of his more recent acquisitions, Myn. To show her his last resort abode had hurt him, though it couldn't be helped. War had come to the planet, and Pyrrhus would do his part. It was fortunate he already held residence on the planet, giving him an excellent opportunity to move from within, while others fought their way down.

"It begins now." he spoke coldly to his human companion. For a week now they had been on the planet. He had conducted his business as expected of him, and in the shadows they had trained, they had prepared. He put a large and loose robe over himself and tied it close. For once it was not the robe of a Sith, but rather a rich merchant. Underneath, however, it hid his battle armour. He had a feeling it would come in handy. Even the Arkis amulet he slipped out of view, not wishing to draw too much attention too soon. His trusted bone-hilted lightsaber was the only visible weapon underneath the robes, clipped to his belt above his right hip. "Are you ready?" for some reason he dreaded the answer.

He could feel the familiar pull clinging to his stomach as the elevator raced downwards. It was controlled falling while standing on a platform, yet he knew the contraption would do his job. Still, there were no elevators like this on Shili. None at all, as far as he knew. Technology had been a weird adjustment, but he felt as if he rose above it all by his power as a Sith Lord. Yet still so much of their everyday lives were dependent on civilisation's technological advances.

Pyrrhus diminished his presence within the Force, masking both signature and intentions. There was no cause for him marching out like a beacon of the Dark Side, not yet. All in good time. And though he had showed Myn his secret hideaway, he had not yet showed her the full extents of his power. Hopefully that would remain true at the end of the day. There was little to gain from giving her too much, too soon. She was not ready. Though promising. Caught in his thoughts he had not noticed that he was staring. The girl next to him seemed to dwarf by his side. He drew his gaze away, the sharp eyes that had grown so accustomed to having a resting expression of disdain, and looked forwards. "Are you afraid?"

 

[Asher]

One thing was certain, when this apartment alone was put into comparison to the dank temple on Glee Ansem there was little doubt about where Myn would rather she and her master practiced. Of course she could see it in him that he despised having shown her this place, and though the reason why was something that was lost on her she found no end to the amount of joy it brought her knowing that her Master had been forced into a position of forfeiting something, most likely a secret, to a petulant little child he had taken under his tutelage simply for the sake of convenience. In her mind she knew that she was winning this fight against his psyche, ever so slowly forcing her master to accept her rule as the one holding his chains and not vice versa. She had the bruises to show for it at this point too, the sore spots on her upper arm where she had caught a majority of his punishment during their stay on Serenno. She hadn’t expected someone this engrossed amongst the Sith to be a kind master, and in truth she marvelled at the means he utilized to bring her to submit.

While punishment was less harsh here — even if only to merely hide their presence on the planet — she had already seen her fair share of situations in which she had lost her own consciousness. Both from being an insolent whelp that had to be lectured and because of the exhaustion that Pyrrhus had induced upon her after each rigorous training session they had shared. This wasn’t something that had been contained to just to the apartment on Serenno, it was something that had happened ever so many times before in the caves of Glee Anselm too. It was the training she had expected from the Sith for so many years at this point but been denied. Now she merely poked at her Master because it amused her and because she felt it a rightful retribution for the years of her life she had lost in limbo between temples.

So it began now, was she ready?

“What kind of question is tha-” She caught the man’s dread, the way the force seeped into her mind to punish her for her insolent insubordination and caused small spikes of pain ripple thoughtout her entire body. Her back straightened and she raised her chin, stuck her hands behind her back to stand at ready for the man that controlled her. “Yes, Master.”

Was she afraid?

“No, Master.” All things considered she sounded surprisingly honest when compared to the last few weeks of training. “I will bring-” Her lip twitched, the urge to quip at his behalf grew far too tempting. An eye twitched for a second before her lips split into a grin and subsequently a laughter. “I will bring death to your enemy.” She laughed still. “And let them know the consequence of defying the will of the Sith.”

Perhaps this was why she hadn't been provided with an armor in the end. A lightsaber hid underneath her servant's clothing, but as far as further protection went she was on her own. No doubt Pyrrhus was either overly confident in his or her skills, or a way to tell her that he really didn't mind if she died at this point.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]​

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: The Kishibah System, The Eldritch
Objective: Madness
Allies: The Dominion I guess [member="Rogal Aegrus"] [member="Darci Hopps"]
Enemies: [member="Yidhra"]

The second the Eldritch meet the shields of the cursed enemy ship, the bane of the black sea emerged from the shadows. The damage from the impact wasn't neglectable, but neither was it a crippling blow. When the cloak fell apart there was only a split second delay before the various system dedicated to electronic warfare and deception jumped to life, ready to grant the Eldritch enough time to release its deadly payload, composed out of elite soldiers trained specifically for boarding enemy ships, droids and the tainted lord that commanded the ship, before fading into the darkness again. Various bafflers and jammers released a firework of sensors static that shrouded the stealth ship, while various holographic decoy missiles were fired, mimicing ships and transponder codes of the dominion.

Darth Abyss was the first to make his jump from the airlock into outer space, the empty husk using his supernatural strength to blast himself into the emptiness. It was almost impossible to see the dark thing that possessed the Eldrich on any sensors, the hollow entity lacking a heat signature, a heartbeat or anything else that identified him as more than just a piece of debris drifting through space.

Short after followed his Ghostmakers, using their jetpack to traverse the endless void around them. Their weapons wouldn't be of much use against the enemy ship while its shield were still only, which was why they instead made an effort to avoid getting hit on their way instead of closing the gap between their exit point and their target as fast as possible.

At last followed the pitfall droids, still locked in a dormant state, with all systems turned down to not emit any kind of signal at all. Their restart button was triggered by a fully mechanical system, set to trigger in about a minute after their release into space. They would start firing once the the soldiers of the Prophet would reach the ship.

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The eldritch husk was quickly closing in on his target, and when there were only roughly fifteen meters between him and the ship he lifted the wicked wooden staff that was locked into the cold grip of his right claw. When he began to speak, a sound heard despite the lack of air around him, the ichor inside Veilcutter began to flow into the great beyond.

"Fe've ir armijio mazo tolus, dotacij nun ana pro tave shiris iv tave guduma." ("Near and yet so far, grant me passage through the realm of the dead")

When the spell was formed out of darkness and ichor reality itself bowed before the Mindeater. The veil that departed the realm of the living and the dead was lifted for just a moment, granting the sith lord passage through the world beyond the galaxy seen by mortal eyes. From one moment to another the sith lord was swallowed, leaving no trace of his existence behind.

Moments later the veil departed once more, this time inside the ship Abyss has set out to destroy by ripping out its dark heart that he could feel pumping even from afar. The greatest advantage of traversing the veil to enter was the lack of violence needed to do so. Those gifted would probably feel that something was off when the veil lifted, even if his own presence was obscured by shadows for the most part. Hopefully he had a few minutes before any sort of alarm would be triggered.

The staff returned to its place on the back of the hollow being, that turned to the nearest wall linked to the hull of the ship once he returned from his trip to the dead, the tome of twisted ink rising into the air as soon as the empty holes inside his mask saw what they sought.

"Tonka visita, renjotas midwan is nuyak raka." ("Lightning calls, unlimited power in my hands")

The spell began to linger over the Mindeater, power gathering around his right that aimed at the wall. If the blast of lightning would be strong enough to burst the hull open remained to be seen, but hopefully the electricity meeting the unshielded inside would be enough to Temporarily disrupt the shields of the ship so his Ghostmakers could use their acidic weapons against the actual physical armor of the ship. At least if no one would stop Abyss from casting his spell in the first place.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location: Kushibah
Objective: Defeat Undead, Assist [member="Darth Metus"]
Enemies: [member="Enzo Carpathia"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Fedrig"] [member="Jakkor Kess"]

Wind, howling wind. The wind beat off of Beskar plate, leather and flesh.
War and conflict consumed the planet, this was what he was bred for. His title; The Matador. The bull of Tol Varen had come. Through his visored helmet, a ghoulish smell reached his nostrils, undead flesh and the hot burn of plasma and engine exhaust fuels. He reached behind his back, his hand grasping the long Beskar hilt of his Great Axe, it's dull cobalt frame shimmering in the planet's natural light. In a quick and precise motion he thrust his weapon's duel blades into the ground in front of him with his dominant hand. His right free; the Matador strode forward, throwing out an open palm behind him.

"Eso val nora-claam, ve'ganir inside te cemetery. Ni'll hiibir baatir be te udes!"

The Matador strode forward, locking eyes with the sith lord Ra ahead of him. But first, came a hoard of undead warriors. The Matador closed his eyes momentarily as these tortured forms scurried forward towards him with open palms, the smell of death was rich off of their ragged bodies.

He let it consume him, and it gave him focus. The Butcher had taught him so, Tol Varen warriors were only ever truly themselves in the heat of battle. That was their lineage, the Matador was not a person. He was a weapon, a warrior. This warrior had a purpose, here and now. It would be fulfilled.

He took a single step forward, disconnecting his long thick cloak with his right hand from his left Pauldron; in the same motion thrusting out his Beskar plated elbow into one of the undead, cracking its ribs and taking it off its feet. The second movement was his dominant left hand disconnecting the cloak from his right Pauldron, then with a swift swing of his arm of great speed, his crushgaunt clad hand snapped outward breaking the neck of the an undead soldier. Then a third, forth and fifth came close enough. The first, he grappled and threw into his chest, knocking them down. Then his second opponent swung for him, he thrust his shoulder into its skull, cracking it's deformed face in two and knocking it several feet away. The third leaped for him, which he caught in the air, swung around and brought down with a thud onto his plated knee, his armor piercing it's weak flesh and bone and nearly severing the body. He threw it aside, seeing several more flooding forward and with a swift motion ripped his weapon from the ground and commanded it to his grasp.

He culled through them easily, eyes still locked with the Dominion Sith. He charged forward, readying to crush his opponent quickly.

 

[Ria Misrani]

CRIMSON DAWN​

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Steps could be heard throughout the corridor of the Crimson Dawn. A soft thud of boots made of reinforced leather. The sound of a breathing apparatus reverberated all the same. Goldenrod colored eyes peered out from beneath the black hood. Thick leather gauntlets wrapped around hands, one cybernetic and the other still flesh.

Atmeiktes did not pause, and did not respond when her master ordered for her to meet him at the hangar. She was already half way there. Apprentice, Acolyte a term she had used to describe herself for thirty years. Held back by the pathetic Jedi of Coruscant and Tython, the same Jedi who would fall to the might of the One Sith. Darth Saprus a twi'lek dark lord who had been so integral to goading the younger Atmeiktes was more than pleased to know that the woman had now completely fallen to the dark side. Even while she was with the Order of Fire, Saprus knew it would only be time until she fell.

"I see Vraukt has you in his hands, child." Saprus whispered into the mind of the young Sith. "Let him mold you, guide you. And when you are ready - dispatch him."

She ignored the voice in her mind, by bringing the thoughts of what was yet to come. Walking into a lift she turned to face the doors as her heavy cloak swirled around to catch up with her. The Crimson Dawn's mechanical workings clanged and hummed as the lift moved. Atmeiktes took in a breath and exhaled as the fabric of her very clothing swayed beneath the air of the bulkhead as she exited the lift and walked into the hangar. It was here that she acknowledged her master, "I am ready my lord."

[member="Vraukt"]

 

[Mythos]

Location: Kushibah surface​

Objective: En route to Brunch
Allies: TRE
Enemies: Dominion forces/Mother Nature

The descent into the wartorn world of Kushiba was one of tension. Because of the low profile of his flight and the size of his ship Mythos was able to place himself exactly where he wanted to land. Somewhere far from the main fighting to get to where he wanted to be... the heart of the world. He could sense the life in the world fleeting and nature itself groaning in pain, as the leaves, farms and trees began to be deprived of life. In the world of the dead when the veil is all you know everything that has life is a cause for envy and you can feel it alive and squirming. From the worm to the bush and from the microbe to the massive creatures of the sea. Kushibah was dying now and Mythos wanted to get something out of her before she died. The ship known as the "Sarcophagus Orion II" landed on top of a massive mountain side, the mountain highest from the ocean floor in all of the planet. Mythos combed through texts recorded in hololibraries to gather as much information about his descent as possible... few had done it before. Kushibah like all planets had somewhere the core would be reached, somewhere where the path to the inside and deepest caverns hid itself to reach the center of the planet or at least as far as a organic could go without dying. Gorgoroth the Maleibus opened the catch into the windy outside as snow fell and Mythos walked out flanked by the other two malebi and the Diathim trailing behind him.

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hose gifted would probably feel that something was off when the veil lifted, even if his own presence was obscured by shadows for the most part.

When the veil was touched, Mythos having returned from death not too long ago was able to feel it. He stopped in his tracks, eyes scanning in every direction. "Mephirium...?" He whispered under his breath. Was he back as well? "Kezeroth..." He spoke more confidently. Knowing the Gendai was more than capable of reaching life again. This distraction only cost him time and focus. He let the thought linger before moving on.
"Something wrong my lord?" Gorgoth asked, his deep voice so monstrous that it vibrated with the dark side. His gift growing stronger by the day.

"Cloak the ship, kill all sensors." The sith lord responded, not stopping his march into the cave entrance not too far from the place they landed where the valkyr clan of V'yingroth awaited him. Small in number yet fierce in battle. Mythos had gained their allegiance whilst in Midvinter and their beserker rage had won his respect. "Shiinok. Ahnuk. Guard the ship" He said, not needing to yell or to even raise his voice to the Anubians who were in the ship, their hearing was so extraordinary he needed not raised his voice. Lead by the torches of ancient Midvinter into the blackest cavern in all the land Mythos began to descend the path of the cavern.

 

[Tyris Hayes]

"We have a very important mission. These sithspit hide themselves in a nearly impenetrable region of space know as the Stygian Calderra. Unless we can find a way in, we will not have any chance of a counter attack. We need to break onto a TRE ship and download the hyper routes into there. Its the only way we can get back at them." He said.

He quickly projected an image of a TRE destroyer, one of the heaviest ships over Serenno.

"This is what we are going to be raiding. This vessel can only cut through a small amount of hull plating, which limits where we can actually insert. Our options basically consist of the barracks, and the hanger. Both are far away from where we need to be, the bridge. We will be going through the barracks if possible, it is not only safer, it is closer. It will still take quite a lot of work to get through. Our objective is to get to the bridge and grab those maps, we will need the captains code cylinder, or this will take a lot longer than it needs to. lets get going."

Meanwhile a security alarm went off in the ship. The boarding alarm went off, that was not good. He peaked out into the cockpit, rather calmly.

"Now please."

Then the ship took off, flying through space into where it needed to go.

[member="Xandari Eriss"]

 

[Darth Osano]

Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Aver Brand"]
Hostiles: [This Space Intentionally Left Blank]
Location: Serenno
Objective: Destroy the Shield Generator

His helmet comms synced with those of Brand and her men automatically, so Maleagant only stared in stoic silence as he pondered the great mysteries of the universe. One such great mystery: How fast were they driving? Another: if Maleagant and Aria had been forced to walk to the complex, how long would it have taken? Which of course came to million credit question: why did Aria keep landing so karking far away all the time?

The farmland eventually fell away beneath them and a looming complex dominated the horizon. The shield generator. A giant spire towered over the otherwise squat series of buildings. From what Maleagant understood, this was the only thing saving Serenno from a series of very messy orbital bombardments. Naval superiority would go a long way in bringing the world to heel, so of course this thing was going to have to be switched off. The Dominion probably knew that as well. It had to be very well defended. Probably.

Or apparently not. They must have been approaching the facility from an angle an assault wasn't anticipated from. The only thing barring their approach was a giant quad turret, which Violent Aver Brand promptly vaporized with a shoulder mounted laser cannon as they closed in on the main gate. Aria was asking something about a plan now. Maleagant did not imagine one existed beyond "get inside, kill a lot of people, set some explosives."

"I hope it involves opening that gate," said Maleagant, "Before we crash into it."

So much for a quiet approach. The wailing of alarms and sirens grew louder, but Maleagant was more focused on imaging what kind of paste he would turn into if they crashed directly into that reinforced wall.

 

[Isar]

Onboard the Udraitor...


A bathroom door slid open and an Ewok waddled out, nearly bumping into [member="Darth Abyss"].

The diminutive ursine wore a peculiar chain bandolier, a bone fetish around his neck, and not much else besides. His shaggy brown fur looked patchy in places, as if afflicted with mange.

Warok scratched his round little belly and stared at Abyss with even rounder eyes, black as pitch.

"Hello. Are you calling the spirits? I liked to call the spirits. They don't listen anymore..."

[member="Yidhra"]

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Allies: An old officer named Elroid
Hostiles: [member="Maleagant"], [member="Aria Vale"], [member="Aver Brand"]
Location: Serenno, Shield Generator Bunker
Objective: Ghost It


What I wouldn't give for proper comms right now.

The situation on the bridge had grown rather heated, but it was not the Voidwalker's place to draw swords. He'd taken note of the handful of vessels breaching Serenno's space, and he suspected many more were slipping through the planetary shields via their own means. If they were military, then their targets were rather obvious.

Either the shield gate itself, or the generators powering the greater shields.

Gate or generator. A difficult choice.

Only a moment's trepidation brought him to a halt as he opened his own gate of sorts. Adron hadn't needed to say a word. Simply seeing the battle readings was enough for the Voidwalker. Once more, he'd carved a path through the empyrean via his will and the blessings of his teacher. Once more, he felt himself be ripped apart and then shorn back together again as his physical body passed between the tears at two points.

Nothingness. Numbness. Sudden warmth, pain, blood.

The tear shattered around him. It was only by his luck alone that he'd managed to evacuate before the rift collapsed in on itself; forever dooming him to an existence of false life in a realm so unlike that of the material. Upon standing, he found the nearest trash can and promptly emptied the contents of his stomach into it.

"Uh, you're the one the Viscount sent?" An aging voice asked. Blinking, the Voidwalker turned toward a burly old man clad in an officer's uniform. He nodded. "Well, that's good to hear. Something up top just went off and one of our quad cannons isn't responding. I sent some boys to check it out, but our sensors aren't working properly."

The man's wrinkled face scrunched up with displeasure. "I'm thinking they might have infiltrators."

"And i'm thinking you're right," the Voidwalker stammered as he regained his senses. He cast a short look around, taking in the chamber at length. The massive generators powering the planetary shields were kept within a large durasteel cage at the center of the room; everything else was taking up by control equipment.

"How many men do you have?"

"Twelve security officers, around thirty civilian personnel." The old man scratched at his beard. "I'm Major Elroid. What do I call you son?"

The Voidwalker frowned, "My designation if Voidwalker."

Elroid laughed. "Really? Never heard that one before." The chuckling continued, "I'm recalling our civilian personnel to the bunker below. We've got security officers monitoring the corridors. What are you going to do?"

The cloaked man hesitated for a moment. "I'll try to stop them. If that fails, then stalling will have to do. If they're Sith, you're going to need to recall the officers." A hand rose to his face.

"Why's that exactly?" Elroid seemed confused.

"Because they won't stop them. No point in getting them killed for nothing. If it does turn out to be Sith, send for reinforcements. I promised the Count I'd keep this place running." Light refracted off of shadows. The Voidwalker's physical form melded with that of the surrounding interior. To the naked eye, he became invisible; all sound that came from him muffled. He hadn't needed to modify his presence within the force; it was near-constantly rendered so small as to be invisible.

By all intents and purposes, the Voidwalker had disappeared.

Elroid muttered a curse and made the call to his officers. The cloaked man wandered through the halls toward the point where all the halls within the bunker met - a large mess hall. The single path leading to the chamber was sealed by numerous bulkheads once the officers had been recalled.

In mere minutes the hall was left empty, save for the seated figure of a singular cloaked man. His legs were crossed beneath him; his weapon floating a foot high in front of him. The tables had been swept aside to make him the centerpiece of the room. His features, as ever, were shrouded in the colors of midnight.

 

[Venthis Zambrano]

Location: Ord Radama
Objective: Secure the Devestator
Allies: TRE, Vrak Nasharhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/12688-vrak-nashar/

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The Pureblood, glanced down to his communication device strapped to his belt, listening to the comm chatter. He continued round the back of the crashed ship, eventually seeing a squadron of troopers and Vrak on a speeder, raising one of his eyebrows. His mask would continue to automatically scan the terrain, before his eyes met with what Vrak had spotted. He began to lower his hand to his lightsaber making his way over to Vrak, almost silently. Though, his presence was clear enough to be sensed from a distance.

He firstly gave a quick dip of his head, before turning his head to the swamps again. "What is that?" He enquired to the Sith Lord, tilting his head at the sight. "Think he left it here?" He continued, before crossing his arms as he glanced onwards in awe. His mask began to morph, before the red lights on it would shut off for a few seconds then return as two instead of three. Changing into his attack form.

His arms snapped behind his back, continuing to glance forwards in interest. "If we can, I'd like to capture whatever it is." He stated.

 

[Mythos]

"For Eldra Svass Yovarr"

The descent took hours to complete. Every curve in the cave, every single seemingly endless tunnel, every time a dead end was reached only to turn into a further descent through a hole dropping several dozen feet below was a challenge in itself. For miles upon miles going straight down the clan and Mythos with his four companions descended into the black abyss that was the core of the planet. The mountain although high had a series of tunnels and caverns that delved so far into the crust of the planet it curved below the tectonic plates where the temperature reached comfortable for the Maleibus. Lava and molten earth sunk into both sides of the pathway and at least some light blessed their path because of it, having trained in the fiery depths of Mustafar itself Mythos was no stranger to oppressive heat. "We are close..." Mythos said, the clans nodding to each other sprinted forward to prepare the place where the ritual would take place. Deep in the core there was always a room where the core was closest, usually due to geological obstacles this place was not only hard to reach but dangerous to even be in.

The last time he did something like this was to create a crystal of incredible power which now was in the possession of [member="Darth Prazutis"]. The black Crystal as it became known. It was imperfect yet it was incredibly powerful, made from the lifeforce of an entire planet and condensed into an abomination of sith magic. What Mythos was about to do now, would make that feat look like amateurs work.

After a mile more of walking in the heated underbelly of the planet finally the place of the unholy ritual was reached. A circle was formed by the clans of Midvinter and a Sith rune carved in the blood of an innocent one would need to be made. Mythos nodded to his Malebi the command and like monsters they pounced on the Diathim tearing her limb from limb. As he made his was to the center the Malebi used the corpse to carve the ritual runes and stand at the edge of four points and took a knee. They began chanting.
"Sulig Earth iv natura kia mirtis ir fury sulig amzius iv strife kia era iv kraujas zo natura kash chains dekomet uzsit zo jen\' Messiah kia fasona mus ziur tave natura iv sis visuom valia dziu del ir mrias nesti jri qorit kia tave lights skystas tash tave visuom valia gimti kia tave jenga iv our ari Live by tave redis mrias by tave spaga"
((From Earth of life to death and fury
From age of strife to era of blood
A life in chains forever free
A Dark Messiah to make us see

The life of this world will fade out and die
Bring an end to the lights weak lie
The world will fall to the might of our Lord
Live by the word die by the sword)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1lsge92XzM

The words spoken gave the start of the ritual and the lava around began to quake and tremor then after a while violently spike and rattle. With one hand outstretched Mythos called forth a blob of the molten lava and with telekinesis made it float before him. the force began to protest, nature itself began to fight back against him but he would not be stopped now... "Inamur Orale... Vishin Tarek" The words he spoke were not in sith tongue, but in Maleibi dialect, a style of sorcery devised in hell. From the walls of the room a glow began to seep into the orb of lava... it was life.

The life of this world.
((I Shall Devour. Life consumed))​