Bashing Royalty[TRE Hex Invasion of Serenno]

[Aver Brand]

Location: Serenno
Objective: Break Expensive Things
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Vraukt"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Caid Centurion"]
Broski: [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Maleagant"]
Enemies: [member="The Voidwalker"]
Equipment: In bio | Force Disperser makes her look like a NFU

They, indeed, raced forward.

But really, all speeders came equipped with brakes. Maleagant – a manufacturer of sophisticated machines, of all people – should know that.

But no matter. The SDC in her grasp was recharged, its aim set upon the blast doors of the generator. The disruptor would roar, punching a hole straight through the thick gate. The soldiers would follow up with a couple grenade launchers. thunk thunk sounded the weapons as they spewed the twin thermal detonators into the gaping circle left by the SDC.

The ground shook with explosion as Aver drew their tiny convoy to a halt. The doors were no more.

“Here’s the plan, ladyfriend. Me and my boys are the gun-toting distraction, gonna draw fire from whatever garrison they got inside. You two sneak past, sabotage the generator. We don’t need to blow the place, really. Just make it not work. Permanently.”

With a final nod to the unlikely couple, Aver followed her strike team.

They had comms, just in case. If Mal got particularly worked up about some utterly non-functional droids, for example, and needed urgent help. Resuscitation by scathing sarcasm was about the only first aid Aver could provide, anyway.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Objective: Break the Nobility
Allies: [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Vraukt"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Maleagant"] | [member="Aria Vale"]
Enemies: [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] | [member="Formorta"]

Caid sat casually as the cloaked vessel rolled out over the Belsallian Sea. The flight crew maintained a comfortable altitude, specifically one that would not otherwise betray their location from the tell-tale spray of water from the Daisya's engines. In silence, he continued to manage the presence of the vessel and its flight crew within the Force. However, even this relatively unnecessary element of deception was abandoned as the navicomputer announced they had passed within the pre-determined engagement zone.

"Bring the weapons systems online and give me a focused sensor scan of the target area."

The flight crew knew to accomplish this they would have to deactivate all stealth systems, and they did so expeditiously.

Caid watched as the sensor readout immediately began returning information. The Nightstalker approached the city from its sea-side boundary. As expected, he found it to be somewhat lightly defended. Perhaps the Dominon thought that the Empire's forces would arrive en masse from the ground, under cover of the jungles on the opposite end of the city. Unnecessary for a space-borne assault force. It mattered little. With the controls attached to his command chair, Caid selected four specific targets. "These four estates are within optimum engagement range of our position as we go feet dry. Rotate a firing sequence between all batteries for alternating attack vectors that minimize energy bleed."

The co-pilot immediately began taking the information that popped up on his repeater display to feed the joint tactical engagement system as he worked in concert with the onboard computer to construct an ideal assault profile. Once that was complete, he uploaded it into the flight management system which immediately translated targeting and sensor information into the heads-up display.

Simply put they were good at their job.

The Infiltrator was by no means an Interceptor, but it was well armed and nimble enough for a sneak attack. Caid and the flight crew knew they'd probably only get one pass before anti-air systems would be able to adapt to the sudden arrival. It was the Sith Lord's job to mitigate the impact of enemy defenses for as long as he could.

"Prepare the offer for amnesty in exchange for surrender - do not broadcast until my order." Caid didn't care for public relations, but it could be amusing to see a noble bend the knee before their head was severed from their shoulders.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

Location: Ord Radam, Southern Hemisphere
Objective: Secure The Devestator
Allies: [member="Rakosh Saqai"]
Enemies: Dominion

He watched the creature for a moment, the speeder continuing to crawl towards the hangar bay. "Unlikely."

Malgus lived thousands of years ago. Though some creatures could survive that long Vrak doubted that anything had survived here for that amount of time. What was more in the real of possibilities was that something had been twisted by whatever still remained inside of the ship. The Pureblood knew The Darkside could break and begin to form creatures into something entirely unique, something without purpose. He frowned for a moment and glanced at Rakosh.

"Sithspawn." He noted. "Though not by design."

He motioned towards the inside of the ship as the Speeder came to a stop within the over grown hangar, his form dropping off the side of the vehicle and landing on the mossy vines within. He frowned for a moment as his boots sunk, a glanced brought back towards the swamp behind them. "Whatever Malgus left behind wasn't living."

The Pureblood could still sense it, the power within the ship.

"We'll find out what it is." He motioned towards Rakosh to follow him. "Then we can capture the creature."

Perhaps it would be of some use on Serenno.

 

[Venthis Zambrano]

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

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He tilted his head as they glanced back at the swamp. "How interesting." He released, continuing to walk with his hands behind his back as they made there way through the overgrown hangar. His eyes turned to the various plantlife growing from within the ship. Various cracks and holes in the walls, filled the stained walls.

He strode forwards, following Vrak. "What is it exactly we're here for then, what did Malgus leave behind?" He asked, completely intrigued. They made there way into a corridor with tattered rags hanging from the ceiling with various grafiti sprayed across it. "Eh." He exclaimed at the sight of it. How disrespectful, he thought. Shaking his head at the sight, in slight dissapointment.

He would glance upwards through one of the holes, to try to attempt to get a see what was actually in this place, though nothing revealed itself.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

S E R E N N O - Shield Gate
[member="Alkor Centaris"]

The veil of chaos washed over him the instant these boarding parties smashed into his station. It wasn't exactly his per se, but the Dominion had kindly asked the man to watch over this sacred world of theirs for the time being in exchange for numerous goodies. Most of them being some exotic weapons and trinkets, the likes of which even the most determined and perceptive of explorers struggled in vain to discover. With that offer on the table, it was a little hard for the forsaken man to refuse such a one-sided deal.

That, along with three hot meals a day and a small place to conduct his archaic rituals, it was a deal and a half. It all came along with the promise to face even greater foes than before.

Now these crusaders from afar dared step foot in his temporary lodging. It was an age-old rule of hospitality for the host to defend the guest, and for the guest to do the same in return for their most gracious host.

Judas was already moving before the crusaders even had a chance to disembark. He'd settled for a large, open area of space near the interior of the gate to do battle in. Grinning unashamedly, the dark jedi relieved his shoulders of the heavy burden that had beset them and rested the lengthy blade in his lap. After a long and appraising survey, he took the blade and drew it across his un-gauntleted hand. The blade cut deep, nearly slicing his palm open all the way to the bone.

Grinding his teeth in pain, he slowly carved a single line across his flesh. Blood seeped out, spilling upon his folded legs and the cold durasteel bulkhead. Nearly as quickly as the wound had been created, the tendrils of dying flesh soon sparked with life anew. Bone and sinew cascaded towards another to form yet again.

Then he pulled the blade against his palm again, and again, and again. The soreness of the former cut hadn't even subsided yet.

With hands covered in his lively scarlet, he slid them along the length of the sword.

"Lend me your strength, lend me your power."​

​

His voice barely managed above a raspy whisper.

The darkside welled within him, pouring out of the greatsword and into his very soul.

And now, he awaited his opponent.

 

[Eugen Aker]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Open Space, D’Astan Sector[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Reinforce Dominion Forces, foil Sith plots. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Dominion and Friends[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Opposition:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] TRE and Friends[/SIZE]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AK4nggli_0E​

"Request General Arisa Yune to send any available ships to reinforce Serenno but to also send a detachment to Ord Radama, I have no doubt the Sith presence in that area is not delivering gifts. See it done!" He gestured to the terminal the officer's were working at as he gave his orders.

Arisa had finally received the green light from Adron to proceed with operations. As she had been waiting for a response, she had been looking at the new theater unfolding before her across several systems, the information being fed to her CIC by both Dominion datalinks and her own Sowa drones on scene.

[SIZE=9pt]It appeared the bulk of TRE’s naval support was being focused at Serenno. It was a mixture of ancient or retro ships models for one formation, and a line of vessels associated with the Galactic Empire. The GE line possessed the largest ship out of the assaulting forces, a 5km behemoth that she could only assume was the Super Star Destroyer rebels had warned her about previously. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Many ships, but not nearly enough to take on a planet of Serenno’s importance, which had the support of an entire Sector Army and Fleet. No doubt there were more vessels waiting in the wings to pounce as soon as she deployed forces there. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She found something odd about the enemy deployments elsewhere. Ord Radama was considerably more developed than Kushibah, yet the second largest TRE force present in the region had appeared in the latter system, spearheaded by some ungodly looking battlecruiser of obvious Sith origins. Meanwhile, few ships for Ord Radama, though ground parties had been detected planetside.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]There was definitely something foul afoot, the veteran General decided. Adron would receive her support, but she would also work to disrupt whatever schemes the (bad?) Sith had in mind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Reinforcements are on the way,” she would tell her Dominion counterparts, “but I don’t believe it’s prudent for me to mass all my forces in Serenno. I sense a trap. I will spread my units across the region to lure out our hidden opponents.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Med-Beq and Calderon, you’re going to the Radama system. Once there, Calderon I want you to begin deploying ground units to intercept the RE’s ground parties already on the surface. From scans, it appears they’re massing over some wreckage within a marshy area. Hit them with an airborne assault and lockdown that area.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Med-Beq, you will take point in engaging the RE vessels in the Radama system, and establishing a blockade. Nothing get in or out of that system while Calderon’s operation is underway. Be sure to coordinate with the local officials and let them know that we’re there to help.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Captain Sko, I want you to deploy to the Kushibah system. Help the Dominion fleet in system destroy the RE vessels, but be careful with that battlecruiser they deployed as the Dominion seems to be undertaking some boarding assault. I recommend you focus on disabling the ship without causing too much damage.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Once everyone is in position, I want you all to begin deploying squadrons into the Serenno system. The first waves should be interceptors and snub fighters to whittle down the enemy fighter screens, then send in your bombers and gunships for anti-ship assault.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She was employing long range carrier tactics here, having them set up to lob squadrons at Serenno from near instant microjumps from nearby systems, all while securing those systems at the same time. If there were enemy reserves out there, then she would force them to split up among the three systems to deal with the motherships of the swarms of fighters that were about to be sent Serenno’s way. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“That’s all at this time, prepare to move out. I’m going to take a position between Serenno and Radama while directing the assault line.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]With her orders issued, ships across several sectors in open space would blink out of view as they entered hyperspace to fulfill their given assignments. The conference would end, and Arisa would lean back in her chair as she prepared for the battle ahead. She was confident in the abilities of her captains, the Silver Fleet having established a reputation for itself after a successful campaign against the First Order as part of the larger GA/FO war, but that SSD within the Serenno system was no joke. She would move methodically to pick apart its defenses before disabling or destroying it with the Dominion. [/SIZE]

Order of Battle

[SIZE=9pt]x1 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Tenchu Dreadnought[/SIZE]

• 
  [SIZE=9pt]x1 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Sowa Squadron[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] (4)[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=9pt]x3 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Fencer Kai Squadron[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] (72)[/SIZE]
  

[SIZE=9pt]x6 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Centurion Battlecruiser[/SIZE]

• 
  [SIZE=9pt]x20 Fencer Squadron (480)[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=9pt]x20 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Talon Squadron[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] (240)[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=9pt]x14 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Kestrel Squadron[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] (112) [/SIZE]
  

[SIZE=9pt]x1 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Manta ELINT Frigate[/SIZE]

• 
  [SIZE=9pt]x2 Fencer Kai Squadron (48)[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=9pt]x6 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]LSR[/SIZE]
  

[SIZE=9pt]x12 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Meteor Frigate[/SIZE]

• 
  [SIZE=9pt]PTB-625 Planetary Bombers[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] replacing default Basalisk complement.[/SIZE]
  

[SIZE=9pt]x6 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Skor Frigate[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]x16 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Kometa Ramship[/SIZE]



[SIZE=9pt]Assault Line [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Shield Carrier[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Evakmar III Assault Carrier[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]2x Meteor Frigate[/SIZE]

• 
  [SIZE=9pt]PTB-625 Planetary Bombers replacing default Basilisk complement[/SIZE]
  

[SIZE=9pt]4x Kometa Ramship[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]

Spoiler

[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][member="Vrak Nashar"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Marl"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Valkren Calderon"][member="Vraukt"][member="Rakosh Saqai"] [member="Rakosh Saqai"][member="Tanomas Graf"][member="Yidhra"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]

[/SIZE]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Shield Gate, awaiting Fireworks.​

The longer they sat, the worse it became. Not a single Dominion trooper had appeared in the Hangar bay in nearly ten minutes; and as preoccupied as they might be with the Mandalorians, it made no sense. Something was deeply wrong.

Alkor kept their negativity tightly wound, commanding and tethering himself in the Force. What they could not feel, he remained aware of. It was not the answer he anticipated, strangely- he thought they would respond to the imminent threat with Jedi, or special forces units. Both alternatives paled in contrast to the gift that the Dominion had chosen.

He could taste the enmity as it manifested itself all around, not carefully hidden and kept secret like these modern Sith preferred. The lust for combat, for bloodshed, broiled within those dark flames. It mirrored his own hell, and did so beautifully.

Alkor found himself, for the first time in many long years, thrilled.

“Keep the engine hot,” Alkor reiterated. The helmsman turned to speak, but Alkor was already outside the ship.

“We won't survive this day,” the man commented grimly. “Hells only know what comes next.”

They watched in muted horror as their captor strode out into the blaze, over the bodies of their fallen comrades, and pulled back his hood.

Black robes flowed around him, open to reveal ancient scars and new scrapes alike. His mess of dark hair fell around his shoulders, and cloudy blue eyes watched their new prey with delighted hunger as he bloodied himself and stood in defiance of his destructive duty.

It fell to [member="Alleria Fett"] to finish the demolition.

White light erupted from the maw of his lightsaber, a perverted mockery of the pure color. The fingers of his right hand curled out of habit, and the whirring of servos warned of the deadly grip that the Crushgaunt promised.

Alkor strode toward [member="Judas Foster"] with obvious intent. Hidden behind his empty expression, a lifetime of war thirsted for more.

He moved fluidly, and the lightsaber darted for the man's chest. It was a quick thrust.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

​

Spoiler

Allies: The Resurgent Sith Empire & Friends, [member="Vraukt"], [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Aver Brand"]
Enemies: The Dominion & Friends, [member="Lucien Galtier"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Arisa Yune"]
Objective: Obliterate the Dominion, Show off the shiny new flagship
Fleet:

• x1 Admonitor-class Super Star Destroyer - INV Pellaeon - FLAGSHIP
• x1 Imperial IV-class Star Destroyers - INV Annihilator of Hapes, INV Emperor's Fist
• x1 Warlord-class Carrier/Destroyer - INV Brigand
• x4 Ton-Falk-class Escort Carriers
• x4 Victory IV-class Star Destroyers
• x6 Velox-class Corvette-Gunships
• x10 Lancer-class Frigates

"THIEVES!"

Graf roared, startling the bridge crew, as the heavy proton beams were unleashed from the rear of the Dominion defense fleet. They impacted upon the INV Emperor's Fist, the first two shots obliterating the shields while the third tore through its thick durasteel hull, it was not enough to completely destroy it; Not even the Conqueror-class Star Destroyer could destroy its brethren in one full-powered blast, rather just completely disabling them by tearing through the entire ship with its deadly cannon.

How dare the Dominion turn their most powerful asset against them, and not even give the Conqeuror the proper respect it deserved by mounting the cannon onto a special-made star destroyer, instead using some weak piece of trash; Director Caalgen would've been furious, but he was not here, Grand Moff Graf was. "Emperor's Fist! Status report!" He barked, opening communications at his command console to the damaged, near-disabled destroyer.

"Admiral, almost everything is down. Gunnery, shields, hangar, but the engine and reactor modules are still active but heavily damaged." The feminine voice of the destroyer's Captain came through the comms, albeit rather gargled. "Captain, pull back now! Get out of the system! I will not lose you and your crew to these swine!" Tanomas commanded. "I'm sorry, sir. But I have a duty to the Empire; Plot a collision course!" She ordered, with equal authority.

"NO! NO! RETREAT CAPTAIN! THAT IS AN ORDER! THAT IS AN-" He practically cried, but it was too late, the captain closed the channel, and all he could do was watch as the engines of the star destroyed roared to life for one last time. The blue ion drives radiated, and the ship was propelled forward at immense speeds, greater than what a ship of that class would've of been capable of. The answer to this near-impossibility came at an instant from one of the scanning officers.

"Sir! The Emperor's Fist is supercharging their reactor!" He revealed, and Graf opened his mouth in horror. They were turning the ship into a bomb, a very powerful bomb, as their last sacrifice to the Empire. He gazed out of the viewport, stoic-faced until common sense washed over him; "TAKE EVASIVE ACTION!" The aged man screamed, the order suddenly coming into effect as the super star destroyer rumbled, both from the impact of the hypervelocity rounds as well as the sudden movement of it maneuvering away.

It happened.

​

It would seem as the galaxy itself would go silent, listening intently as the critically damaged star destroyer detonated its reactor atleast a few dozen kilometers away from the Dominion defense fleet. The ship exploded violently but it was nothing compared to what came next when it went quiet again, its hypermatter reactor collapsing on itself in a deafening roar that sent out a gargantuan shockwave composed of so many colors that would've been beautiful if they were not faced with death. This shockwave emanated and went on for what seemed like forever, capable of causing the crews of the ships around Serenno to be knocked off of their feet, depending on the distance and the ship itself.

Graf was thrown across the bridge, the entire star dreadnought rocking once more. Debris from the detonated star destroyer flew out at high speeds, some almost impacting ships, some not, and when the colorful cloud evaporated; The Emperor's Fist was no where to be seen.

 

[Fedrig]

Well this was certainly fun. Fedrig looked over at the two apparent good guys, who looked very much like bad guys, just saying the probable red sabers and raising the dead were not generally good guys ideology. Gripping his Z-6 Blaster Cannon, he pointed in the general direction of one of the really bad, bad guys and fired. The recoil made him slip back slightly but the soldier held his stance, which he was most pleased with in his tipsy state. He didn't care that his gun was also firing at the zombies. They weren't paying him enough to care about being accurate. He was firing enough rounds for second to keep the Sith distracted so that the Zombie Overlord could move in to strike.

Sooooooooo... Guessing these guys are the real bad guys? Are they going to be summoning zombies? Or ghosts? Anything I should know besides the standard avoid the very hot red saber thing and the fact they likely will zap me with electricity? Fedrig was just being curious for his own safety as he called out to either of the Force Users on his side. Hearing the noise of engines, he shook his head. Today was not a good day to be called Fedrig.

If I die during this, I am so going to be pissed if that guy resurrect me as a zombie. I'm too beautiful to be one of them undead monsters. Though he was saying this with a helmet on, so they had to take his word for it. He reloaded his blaster cannon with another load before firing a second round of bolts in the direction of one of the bad guys. It was hard to pinpoint which one, they were beginning to look all the same to him.

Post: #2
Location: Kushibah
Enemies: [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="The Matador"]
Allies: [member="Enzo Carpathia"] | @Ra'a'mah

 

[Sko'saht]

Location: SSV Ungul, Deep space near SJO border
Objective: Make preparations for deployment
Allies: Dominion and friends Arisa Yune [member="Darci Hopps"]
Enemies: RE and friends Vrak Nashar, [member="Yidhra"]

Sending away the majority of his fighters was a not a prospect the Verpine relished however it was orders and this was by far the strongest force he'd ever commanded. Adjusting his seat he leaned over the put more power into the point defense, not a terribly easy task with his Mandalorian armour and the fasteners for the Yslmari backpack which was currently leaned against the chair making it surprisingly hard to bend. As soon as he did this he began rapidly typing orders to his gunnery stations and the other ships in his fleet. They were to prep the Summer Heavy Mass Drivers for heavy firing as soon as they came out of warp. They wouldn't fire immediately of course, targets needed to be selected and calculations made for the 380mm shells but once they were fired they would rip into enemy ships and explode inside causing massive damage. With three guns per turret, three turrets on the Lucerhulk and one per Munificent there would be 27 shells all focused on one target. It'd be a deadly barrage capable of ripping apart most ships. Any enemies caught in the focused fire power would regret every decision ever made that lead them up to this moment.

Then the fleet dropped out of warp in the Kushibah system. The Munificent cruisers immediately began taking position in a spread out in a loose arrowhead formation to the front of the Lucerhulk. The four Damorian cruisers meanwhile would form a fluid four on the four o'clock position to the Lucerhulk using it as cover. They'd act as an opportunity force, if a weakness opened up that they could exploit they'd rush into it with all guns blazing.

"Sensor readings indicate one large ship made of an unknown substance and of unknown type. We have nothing in our records regarding it." the sensor said quickly and professionally into her comm.

"Confirmed and it seems to have escorts. Primarily Star Destroyers and various corvettes. We should be able to take care of that escort easily enough. Just need those corvettes to close in." another member of the bridge crew said quickly and ended his comm with an audible click as the mic in his helmet turned off. The crew were all dressed in survival suits. While they were uncomfortable to work in Sko was used to his Bearsloth which had practicality no defenses. While that wasn't true here he did consider it a decent idea especially since humans couldn't survive in space for nearly as long as a Verpine.

"Advance the fleet to half speed, I want all guns primed and being constantly feed the sensor data. Take aim at the nearest Star Destroyer with all of the fleet's Summers. We are going to begin cutting this fleet apart until they are forced to change their attention from the planet to use. Let's get rid of these Sith before they can do anymore damage." With the basic plan laid out he looked down at his console. "Let's get these fighters launched as well. Want all squadrons to warp the Master Yune's location. We are going to provide her what assistance we can."

As the fighters launched the guns finished their trajectory calculations. The spread was agreed upon by the fleet. The guns would fire and the rounds would be spread upon the ships path. Not all of the rounds would hit but it'd ensure whatever maneuvers it tried or if it tried to slow down and allow the shells to pass in front would like mean that at least three shells from one of the turrets would hit. If there was sound in space there would have been a building shattering crack as the rounds were rapidly expelled from the mass drivers.

Fleet:
1x Lucerhulk-X-class supercarrier
16x Fencer squadrons (384)
4x B-wings (48)

6x Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser
2 squadrons each
12x Cyclone-class bomber (144)

4x Damorian Light Cruiser

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

​

Serenno
Carannia

The glare he shot her got stamped out before he had time to follow up. He had felt another tirade on discipline coming, but she had checked herself before she wrecked herself.

Hm, he thought to himself. The absence of fear could just as much mean the absence of knowledge as bravery. She had not seen danger, never truly experienced it. Sure, the masters of the many academies she had been sent to had surely pushed her to the limits, but death had never really been a likely outcome. She was a resource to be groomed and perfected into a sharp weapon. Here their adversaries would care little for her improvement. They would end her at first opportunity.

There it was. That innocent playful laughter of someone who had not seen war, someone who did not yet know what it meant to suffer. She would be educated, in time. But for now they had a mission. Was it too soon? Perhaps. But this was the card currently available to him, so he would play her. Perhaps she would grow here. Perhaps she would die. In the case of the latter she would prove herself unworthy of becoming his apprentice, and he would simply snap up another.

"You will bring death to nothing if you don't take this seriously. A little fear would do you good." he scoffed. Fear was not something to be embarrassed over, not something to fight. "Fear can be a powerful motivator." a strong emotion used to ride the waves of the Dark Side. As with all things, being consumed by it named ones destruction.

Pyrrhus resisted the urge to use the Force to cause her pain, like a splash of cold water to wake her up, as the doors of their elevator sprung open. The doors opened to reveal a hangar area, an array of speeders lining up, the proud possessions of the wealthy estate owners. "Here" he gestured with a hand towards one of the speeders, a sleek metallic grey one with dimmed down windows. Unlike many of the others, this one actually came with a roof. It provided them with a little discretion.

"I'll drive." he thought he saw a glimpse in her eye and a desire to cut ahead of him to grab the steering wheels. Nu uh. Apprentices ride shotgun. "We are going to pay one of the Great Houses of Serenno a little visit." and make them an offer they could not refuse.

| [member="Myn Eris"] | [member="Caid Centurion"] |​

 

[Asher]

Death, fear, whatever. In the end what Pyrrhus had said about Myn never having seen the face of true danger was truth. Her first few years, those spent without a master amongst the Sith, had never placed her in such a scenario. Even now under Pyrrhus she felt as if most of what she had seen was much of the same. The elevator door opened and Myn was taken aback for a second, having fully expected there to be a lobby of some kind on the other end but instead there was a garage. They stepped into it and the apprentice couldn’t help but ask herself exactly what the place her master had taken her to was. He pointed at a nearby speeder, the stuff of dreams. Her face shone up, the first excited footstep touching ground only to find herself shot down in an instant.

She looked back at him with a crushed expression on her face. But it didn’t last, oh no it did not. She knew how to turn this back in her favor, and from the grin on his lips he would know that she was about to say something again. He’d long since come to dread it. She felt the way his gaze burned at her.

“But master,” She grinned. It was still just the two of them, she could afford it. “You forget something…”

Her lips parted once more to deliver the line that she knew would guarantee her spot in the driver’s seat.

“...What kind of wealthy businessman would act chauffeur for his servants?”

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] // [member="Caid Centurion"]​

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Location - Onboard SSV Roanoke
Objective - Move to Ord Radama, engage RE ground parties
Allies - SJO and Dominion
Opposition - TRE & Allies

Colonel Valkren Caldeorn returned the nod once he saw Valae arrive into the war room, speaking up as she made her way to one of the corners.

“Miss Kitra. Pleasure to see you again. Will you join Marl and I for this conference? You’re apart of the leadership here as much as any one of us in this room.”

Soon after, his second-in-command, Lieutenant Marl, arrived in the war room to Valkren’s relief. They were going to need all hands on deck for this mission. He’d offer his man curt nod, before returning to the display to let Arisa’s transmission connect.

“Grandmaster Yune, SSV Roanoke is on standby for further orders, Ma’am. We’re your sword, use us at your will.” It was true, as he imagined his rangers being the backbone of the silver jedi’s forces. They acted as a loaded weapon to be used at the Jedi’s disposal.

Ord Radama was their destination, according to Yune. They would follow their orders as issued and fulfil the mission at hand.

“Copy Ma’am. We’ll cover the base of our landing via bombing runs. Soon after we’ll insert with three companies of rangers.” Calderon grasped at his helmet, preparing to leave following more of her orders.

“Good luck Ma’am, we’ll mobilize immediately.” Valkren turned to Marl directly after the connection terminated.

“Marl, get suited up and assure that all three companies of men are prepared with their proper NCO’s. Each should be prepared for a hot combat drop directly after the bombing runs. I’ll meet you down there.” The young officer then dismissed his brother-in-arms to prepare the rest of their unit. With a QRF of five-hundred rangers with a mix of berserkers, dragoons, and YVH droids, the ground party was a force to be reckoned with. With their yslamir nutrients sealed in frames in their armor aswell, they’d put up a fierce fight for any force-wielding hostile coming to face his men.

He’d tap into the communications system to the helmsman. “Harris, set course for Ord Radama, keep the ship’s stations at red alert.” The colonel wouldn’t even wait for a confirmation before turning away and to Valae. He knew her and her team of silver circle members would be valuable for the coming battle, but he honestly wondered how she was taking all this information.

“You alright, Miss Kitra?” He questioned, picking his helmet off of the counter and tucking it underneath his arm.

[member="Vrak Nashar"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Marl"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Vraukt"][member="Rakosh Saqai"] [member="Rakosh Saqai"] [member="Tanomas Graf"][member="Yidhra"] [member="Velus"] [member="Darren Torran"]

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Location: Kushibah
Objective: Make friends
Allies: Dominion & Co
Enemies: TRE & friends, particularly [member="Mythos"]
Gear: Orbalisk Armor, Lightsaber

A few minutes in to watching ground troops, if that was what they could be called, clash and he was already bored. The undead were cool and all, sure, but it was all just so repetitive. The boy longed for action. And to pet soft things, but he could always go back to that. Action was far more pressing in this priorities at the moment.

He hopped to his feet, granting the Kushiban in his lap a moment of reprieve before he snatched the poor thing back up in his arms. "You're coming with me, Dahli," the boy announced perhaps a bit louder than necessary, assigning a random name to the creature at random. It was shaking in his arms, paralyzed into submission by its fear. Cairyn thrived off it, being so used to others dismissing him as a child. The sense of power it provided was addicting, but not enough to keep him rooted in place. He craved so much more.

With an absentminded skip in his step, he continued his aimless wandering away from the battle. There was something...off about the planet now. Its livelihood seemed dampened somehow, as if someone or something had taken a straw to the system's essence and started drinking it up. It wasn't a big difference, but the feeling was still there. It had him moving with more purpose, interested in finding the source of this sensation. Who knows, maybe he'd find the source and take it for himself, save it for a rainy day?

A couple hours into walking and he discovered the cave, the entrance, he felt, to his query. More walking. Great. Granted, last time he wandered around in caves, he'd left with some pretty sweet armor. Readjusting his hold on the Kushiban, he settled on his way down the cave, the skip in his step diluted yet still there.

 

[TB-705]

Bridge of Cedric's Wrath...

[member="Anya Loma"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]

While the human female reattached her oxygen hose, Thengil used the precious seconds he'd bought to float back over to the viewport and thrust his lightsaber into the transparisteel. The hardened glass melted. Thengil moved the blade, trying to carve a circular opening.

Suddenly, he felt an exertion of malevolent will in the Force. Cracks started to spiderweb across his helmet's visor. He growled, a flash of trepidation fluttering in his heart. He carved faster.

A blaster bolt came out of nowhere and smacked the transparisteel just beside his paw. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of soldiers in zero g suits. Spitting a curse, the Cathar gestured and used the Force to activate a grenade on the nearest soldier's belt. A hail of blaster bolts started to rain toward him, which was when his helmet's visor finally cracked open. Oxygen rushed out and Thengil felt the cold bite of space against his fur. He couldn't breathe. If he stayed out here, he would die.

Pain seared through him as blaster bolts struck him in the back, once, twice. Roaring defiantly, expelling precious air into the soundless void, Thengil dragged his saber the last meter to complete the circle, then rammed the glass with his shoulder. He tumbled into the bridge, then was nearly sucked back out before the emergency shutter slid shut with chill finality.

 

[Xandari Eriss]

Xandari nodded along with the instructions. Why, even Garth was quiet, taking in the information. "What sort of opposition are we expecting?" She asked, doing a quick inventory of her gear. With any luck she'd have enough to spare. Granted, finding out would require her making it through the mission. That itself could present a challenge.

As the ship jerked into motion, something dawned on her. "Wait, how many people are on this mission?" Surely this vessel couldn't be the only one with that objective. Cybernetic enhancements or not, numbers couldn't be on their side, especially if they had some distance to cover before they even got to the bridge. There was no way anyone expected them to succeed, let alone make it out, right? This was insane.

Calm down. Garth's words weren't demeaning nor particularly mean, just there, like he'd expected the Falleen's reaction yet had traded annoyance for patience.

Xan sighed, far from looking forward to the mayhem this mission would bring. "Let's just get this over with."

[member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[NightSister]

S E R E N N O
[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Maleagant"] | [member="The Voidwalker"]
Hydrogen

Aria grinned, exasperated. I guess I'm ladyfriend now. "Roger."

She watched as Aver went in after her troops, mentally timing their wait. Gaze flickered between the parties, calculating the distance to give the squad (any who knew her could say that she wasn't the subtle sort by nature, but when the situation called for it the Sith knew how to be sneaky) before the strike team was suitably near the action and she gestured at Maleagant, starting for the building.

Carefully, she called on the Force as she got closer, willing her presence smaller. Not her specialty, but she knew how to do it. A few moments and her presence in the force was as close to undetectable as she could manage it; she at least had confidence that noticing the Knight would take further scrutiny than someone not already looking for her could afford. Satisfied that she was at least relatively concealed, she readied her blaster, moving quickly and quietly through the corridors. Finding which led to the hall that held the generator, to her mind, surely wouldn't be hard to find.

-​

Muffled blaster fire sounded down corridors as guards dropped, and Aria hurried to the other end, instantly eyeing the bulkhead. Now she reached for her saber, hitting the button at its hilt.

"Help me with this," she indicated her companion, lit saber already at work.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

S E R E N N O - Shield Gate
[member="Alkor Centaris"]

Judas had long since abandoned his little seat on the floor. The pool of blood had not been washed away either. The scarlet lake beneath his feet just remained still, patiently awaiting either evaporation or to be strewn across the bulkhead even further once the artificial gravity had been altered. However, its owner had wiped his hands clean of the bodily fluid and stood stone-still as some mangy haired mutt approached him with malicious intent.

No words needed to be spoken. Action always spoke louder than words anyways.

And his first thrust told him all he needed to know.

A phrik-plated gauntlet snapped upwards in the blink of an eye to wrap around the blindingly white blade with all of his might. Simultaneously, that massive greatsword of his in the other hand came around far too fast for something of its size. Grunting in effort, the man intended to cleave this little man right in half for even daring to step up to him without so much of a "hello" or "good evening."

Judas grinned as he swung the Betrayer. This was going to be quite pleasant.

 

[Anya Malvern]

Cedrics wrath
Ally=[member="Adron Malvern"]
Enemy=[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

The soldier looked at his belt as he saw a grenade flashing, being quick he took it and used his gun to bat it away...this lessened the fire but soon would rain again

Anya gave a smile watching the cracks form, she laughed to herself seeing his helmet explode sending air out of his suit and into the void of space...however he seemed to finally get through as she cursed and used her suit to maneuver back to the airlock. Her men already inside and heading for the bridge

No doubt adron wouldbe in a fight soon, she got into the airlock as she felt the pressure change and quickly got out of the suit running for the bridge

Her men wpuld make it there first...all five wpuld get their weapons raised and started to surround the beast...firing single shots to stay safe from stray bolts

Anya prayed adron could hold till she got there

 

[Darth Osano]

Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Aver Brand"]
Hostiles: [member="The Voidwalker"]
Location: Serenno
Objective: Destroy the Shield Generator

Maleagant had never been trained in the White Current or stealth or... Presence mitigation. He had no need of it. So as Aria weaved the unknowable aspects of the Force to conceal herself from being sense, Maleagant made himself stealthy by staying low physically. Staying low in the brightly lit power plant. It was the thought that counted. He skulked adroitly after her. When you spend an early part of your twenties get hunted by Blackblades, you learn to sneak around. He just never learned how to, say, bend lightwaves around himself to make a Force Cloak. Or mitigate his presence in the Force. Why would it have mattered, anyways? This was the Dominion. Did Aria think a bunch of Jedi Knights were hanging around? Ridiculous.

None of Maleagant's weapons were at the ready. While he wasn't much good at disguising himself, he could sense others. Vaguely. Whatever remained of the garrison here was being drawn toward Aver Brand. They had no reason to suspect, apparently, that there were a couple strays wandering around. Eventually they found a door that might take them to the generator and Aria activated her lightsaber. "Shut that off," Maleagant said, "It'll take too long." They could be sitting ducks here for ten minutes trying to hack their way through a reinforced bulkhead. That would give them more time to detect a breach and what have you. You had to be quicker about these things, more creative.

Green smoke materialized in either of Maleagant's hands, snaking down to the floor and then slithering forward. The tendrils crept upwards, seeping into the crack in the door. It built there for a few moment. Then Maleagant appeared to gesture - as if parting curtains. Evidently heavy curtains. He appeared to face some resistance, but eventually both halves of the durasteel doors groaned, shifted, and then buckled. There was a loud screech that carried on for some distance as they slammed aside to give them both entrance.

The smoke dissipated from his hands, leaving behind a faint aura of unease. Maleagant took point, stepping into the room. "There. Much faster." It was a large... Mess hall? Why was the mess hall the intermediary room before the generator? Whatever. Must have been easier for the crew to go on break. Of course, Maleagant wasn't left much time to speculate. All the tables had been swept aside to leave room for one cloaked spook in the center of the room. He looked to be meditating, a lightsaber floating a foot above him.

Looks like he was wrong about the Jedi thing. Needless to say, Maleagant was slightly incredulous. "Who the kark is that?"