Faction Battle for Sanctuary [ER] - Ascendant Crusade

[Reborn Nemesis]

Battle for Sanctuary
The Mobus System has long stood on the precipice of oblivion, a gateway between the known and the unknown, where civilization's reach meets the chaotic void beyond. Nestled at the border of the Unknown Regions, this star system is dominated by the massive gas giant aptly named Sanctuary—a beacon of stability in an otherwise lawless frontier. Over centuries, its eighteen moons have become vital hubs of colonization, trade, and industry, forming a tenuous lifeline for those daring enough to push beyond the galaxy's mapped territories. The largest of these settlements, under the governance of the Sanctuary Regional Authority (SRA), has emerged as the system's beating heart.

But where there is light, darkness gathers.

Jedi Knight Hayden Cress, the first among the newly anointed Jedi Lords, has seen the writing on the wall. The region's prosperity and security are fragile, constantly threatened by those who would see its promise shattered. Recognizing the need for more than just wandering Jedi and scattered militias, Cress has forged an alliance with the SRA, forming the Sanctuary Defense League—a standing force dedicated to shielding the system from those who would plunge it into tyranny.

It is an effort that has not gone unnoticed.

The system's strategic value extends beyond mere commerce. It is a vital corridor for military expansion into the Unknown Regions—a launching point for conquests and a bulwark against encroaching threats. It is for that reason that the Ascendant Crusade, under the ruthless command of Lord Militant Hellmarch, has set its sights upon it. Fueled by a fanatical belief in their destiny to reshape the galaxy, the Ascendant Crusade seeks to break the Jedi before they can cement their hold. Alongside their Reborn Imperial allies, they descend upon Sanctuary with the singular goal of annihilation.

The battle for the Mobus System will not be fought in whispers or shadows. It will be waged in open war, where fleets clash and blood stains the soil.

The Crusade has begun.

Objective One: Space Superiority
The Ascendant Crusade's First Fleet, a hammer of Imperial might, surges into the system like a storm, its massive capital ships emerging from hyperspace at the system's edge. At its head, Lord Militant Hellmarch stands aboard his command dreadnought, overseeing the opening gambit of a brutal campaign.

Jedi picket forces, smaller in number but swift and tenacious, engage immediately. Warships maneuver through the asteroid-laden outer regions, starfighters darting between the debris fields as turbolaser fire ignites the void.

This battle is more than a simple skirmish; it is the keystone upon which the fate of the system will rest. If the Ascendant Crusade can break through the defensive lines, they will carve a path toward the gas giant and its moons, their victory all but assured. If the Jedi and SRA forces can hold, Sanctuary may yet remain a stronghold against the coming tide.

Objective Two: Death to the Republic
Even as the naval battle rages above, the ground war begins. Troop transports, escorted by heavy warships, punch through the defensive perimeter, descending upon the fourth moon of Sanctuary—a key bastion of the Sanctuary Regional Authority.

It is here that the defenders have made their stand. The Jedi Lord's Padawan learner, a commander in their own right, has rallied the SRA's forces, preparing to launch reinforcements to the other moons. If left unchecked, they will bolster the defenses across the system, making a full conquest impossible.

The Ascendant Crusade cannot allow that to happen.

Elite shock troops deploy from orbit, slamming into the moon's surface in drop pods and landing craft, weapons blazing. Their orders are clear: Shatter the defenders. Slaughter the Jedi. Break the Sanctuary Defense League before it can rise to power.

No mercy will be given. No surrender will be accepted and it is Imperius Indomitus who is there to personally oversee it is done.

Victory here will mark the beginning of Ascendant dominance over the Unknown Regions. Failure will mean only another battle in a war that cannot—must not—be lost.

The time for diplomacy has passed. The time for war has come.

Tags: | Imperius Indomitus | Darth Callidus | The Lord of Hunger | Darth Moskvin | Crane Baxa | Aemicia Vaiken | Hellmarch | Marlon Sularen | Domaric Mordane | Detritus Ren | Onrai | Saltare Dothon | Tharn Vel | Calin Rakel | Box Mattox | Anguis Dux | Odrin Rath | Hevnor | Darth Apophion | Mareko | Ibaris Varanin | Nekana Quane​

 

[Imperius Indomitus]

Unknown Regions | Mobus System | Valor

• Objective: II. Death to the Republic
• Location: Valor Hangar
• Tags:
  • Allied: Open
• Theme: March to Victory

When they came, there was an Empire. It was not great, it was not strong but it had a framework that was mendable and that was expandable, it was a foundation that once the rot and corruption was cut away, could have served a purpose stronger, more formidable and longer lasting than what they had before. But alas, the corruption had set its roots too deep and it collapsed. Warlords rising from the smoking husk that was an Empire before, just as they had every time it had happened beforehand. Imperials are always very quick to forge their own path, to find their own way and proclaim it the right way. To the seem rise and fall, to have their ambitions laid bare was not difficult to see, not long to wait for. But to reunite them was. Miniscule, minute details of ideology and philosophy became the rocks on which the waves of efforts to unify were crushed.

Darth Imperius did not see the fall of the Dark Empire as a tragedy. A blow yes, but other plans had been set in motion and now desperation paired with necessity opened new avenues. The lurking threat of the Alliance, the chaotic expansion of the Diarchy, the revanchism of the Neo-Crusaders . . . these concerns could be discarded now. Suddenly the plans of the Ascendant Order became much more viable and intriguing, they became a necessity. Let the petty souls of the core-worlders fight for the rims and their legacy obsessed planets. It was the Unknown Regions that would see the foundations of a new Empire. And it was the Ascendant Crusade that would open a pathway to launch it.

Together with Hellmarch they had planned and prepared for the campaign, had assembled and trained the troops and decided on a path to bring their rule to the Unknown Regions. It would have been rather disappointing if there was no opposition and the refugee Jedi Lords of Waystation had made sure there was.

The Mobus System was the entry point and the First Fleet of the Ascendant Order would take on the rag-tag fleet of the enemy, but that was not Imperius' concern. He was leading the invasion force to the moon of Sanctuary.

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Explosions rocked the pod, it was not hit but the density of anti-air gun fire was quite strong. The enemy really did not want to see them make planetfall, but the drop pods would ensure that most of the first wave would come to surface unscathed, assault landers and heavy transports would follow as soon as some of those guns would be cleared.

Darth Imperius sat in his seat without much worry or fear of being shot out of the sky during their freefall experience. Around him were ten members of the Extremis Paladins, clad in heavy black plate armor and red tabards, their shields stowed next to them, their weapons on them. They were silent, their minds exclusively focused on the battle ahead, their minds filled with nothing but the purpose of the battle ahead. The Dark Lord himself was clad in a similar armor, though with a lot more uniqueness to it and customly fitted to his person, forged by himself. His lightsaber was clipped to his side, his sword on his back, a heavy pistol magnetically attached to his thigh armor and grenades on his belt.

He heard some screams that quickly ended over the comms of those pods that were hit in one way or another. It was a brief distraction as there was not much time, both to die and to listen. The descent took barely a minute, crashing through the atmosphere like a meteor only to be saved by brake thrusters and repulsors in the last meters.

The brakes slammed, the thrusters ignited, the pod rocked from crashing speed to landing speed in less than a heartbeat, dampeners helped to mitigate the effect on the passengers, making them not end up being a mass of flesh and blood on the floor, squeezed to a gooey mass by the g-forces and gravity. Then they hit, still hard as the metal pod rammed into the earth. In a mere blink of an eye the sides exploded outwards and the battle was upon them.

Imperius was already moving.

Equipment
| Lightsaber | Greatsword | Amulet | Shuttle |
Order of Battle
| Ascendant Legion | Nemesis Legion Cohort | Knights Tenebrus |
| Harrower-class Dreadnought |​

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: Sanctuary
OBJECTIVE: Collect and Contain
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | The Enforcer
TAG: Imperius Indomitus | Hellmarch | OPEN

Frail, weak and pointless, the rules of any republic, any democracy made the strong of body and the strong of mind sacrifice their rightful positions of power for the weakminded, belligerent fools that had turned countless worlds from thriving societies into bastions of decadence and corruption. All which was needed to truly run a society without such hindrances, was to display strength, to know the use of your people and to stomp out the decay and decadence wrought by those whose mind was weak.
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The Gluttoneria slowly moved into orbit after having jumped out of hyperspace, a trip which had been marred by somewhat faulty details and sensory input from the hyperlanes, nothing big or deranging, but still...a nuissance. As the mighty vessel slowly adjusted its course and maintained its proper descent, minimizing the distance to the surface of Sanctuary as much as possible, the alarms already started blaring, Imperius Indomitus had already arrived and was already unleashing hell upon the surface, there was no mistake, the Imperator wanted to turn Sanctuary into an example, a warning to those who'd deny the Ascended Order its rightful place in history.

"Engage the stygian cloaking field, prepare the droid legions for touchdown," Standing at the center of the command bridge, his gauntlets grasping at the edge of a large holographic display, the Lord of Hunger took in a deep breath, if only the Dark Empire had not collapsed unto itself, he could have left the more ardeous military tasks to those who were inherently more suited for such activities. he simply wanted to continue his projects, provide the order vital power through his mind and not through the use of his unstable body. "Activate the launchers on my command... NOW."

One of the ensigns immediately reacted to the command, tapping against the screen of their controlpanel, when all over the enormous battlecruiser, the sounds of bay doors opening and hydraulic clamps uncoupling could be heard. Yet it were no bombs that were being delivered, no missiles being fired, but a whole horde of small craft with only one goal: harsh and unnerving atmospheric entry, a bombardment of drop pods that would ravage the land beneath.

When these drop pods where finally launched and under way, a handful of support craft carrying vital equipment and additional assets were being sent down, all the while the Gluttoneria would remain cloaked and would avoid moving into the fray that was certainly going to occur within the vicinity. Should it be necessary, it could always be used as a back up in emergencies.

"Rapport,"

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Like a meteor shower, the air seemed to be filled with dozens, if not hundreds of small drop pods, violently descending through the layers of atmosphere protecting the surface, yet where the arbitrary rocks from outer space would burn and scatter, these objects seemed to be unaffected by friction or heat, barelling through without hesitation, until perhaps about a thousand meters in the air where the thrusters would kick in and slow down these objects, these pods just enough to maintain structural integrity on impact. Those that hit the ground were far fewer from the number that had been launched, with clear indication that there was some form of resistance present on the planet. debris could be seen raining down in several of the sectors where the pods were meant to drop.

With hisses of hydraulics unengaging and air escaping the interior, the pods folded open like a metal flower, racks of deactivated droids suddenly surging with life as each pod's contents started to pour out, armed and armored. the sound of metallic thuds, the continued hissing of the pods opening and the clear indication that the support ships were in bound to drop off even more material should have been enough of an indication that whatever was happening on Sanctuary, it would not be peace that was arriving at their doorstep... not at first, at least.

"Assist the Imperator," That was the order given to the Droid Legion, while the Lord of Hunger himself was descending aboard one of the support craft, with a whole cohort at his beck and call for this particular engagement. If the heavy artillery and additional siege equipment spread across the other support vessels would descend, the droid legion would be more than capable of directly supporting the Imperator's warmachine. In the meantime though, Credius sought to act as a more mobile force with his cohort and his Sceleratii. "ETA in about four minutes, keep me in the loop of what's happening up there...I do not want any surprises."

 

[Saltare Dothon]

Imperius Indomitus The Lord of Hunger​

"Listen up," Saltare said as the shuttle plummeted to the planet below them. "Our target is a logistics hub deep behind enemy lines. It's used to fuel ships, arm their troops, feed their men, and repair and resupply every unit the SRA has on this planet. We're landing under the cover of darkness and the cover of the broader Imperial assault. We'll infiltrate into the enemy's back lines, planet explosives within tactical areas of the hub, and then exfil. Targets have been uploaded and sent to your HUDs."

Saltare paused as the data was sent to the men and women inside his dropship.

"Inferno squadron is landing at LZ Alpha, Iron squadron is at Bravo, and Gold squadron is at Charlie. Make your way to the facility, keep a low profile as long as possible, plant your charges, and get out. Questions?"

None spoke.

"The wider Imperial assault will cover us, as I said before. Expect gun runs on enemy positions within the hub and full-scale conflict all around us. Our friendlies will not be able to distinguish us from the enemy. Do not silhouette yourself if possible. Keep a low profile, focus on the mission, and then exfil. ETA is in 2."

Their dropship was a modified HAAG with stealth coating, allowing them to slip behind the SRA's lines and avoid radar detection. It bucked and jerked as it hit air pockets on its descent, but the rough ride was worth it. With their new shuttle, they were within spitting distance of the perimeter units of the SRA.

As the shuttle landed, Saltare and Inferno squadron exited and began their march toward the hub. If they could cripple the supply lines, the SRA would be dead in the water before it could even take off.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

Battles.....

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Gear: In Sig
Familiar: Archimedes​

O'Death

With a contradiction of thoughts, I watched Imperius Indomitus usurp glory as he marched forward into the mouth of madness. He wasn't a fool, or misguided; he was looking to win a war by himself with an armada. I had no army, no loyal soldier, no trained fighter watching my back; as a spooky Necromancer; I make my own armies off the broken cadavers lying about the streets, battlegrounds, and where I find them sleeping. And as my dead eyes counted the crooked bodies, it was time.

Between Sith magic and the magic from my Nightsisters, I raised a hungry army far more trepidus than he brought. The dead are easily agitated, easily feeling they lost a portion of themselves when they died; and mostly they crave living flesh. And it takes more than a blaster bolt to sate a zombie's addiction, a true army of power.

Green misty smoke sparkled from eyes of rot, flesh trying to remain stitched together, and in a cacophony of death throes; they howled: halting all parties engaged in the battle. The dead never forget....and with a simple fingered gesture; I remined our living enemy of such a truth.

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[Imperius Indomitus]

Unknown Regions | Mobus System | Sanctuary

• Objective: II. Death to the Republic
• Location: Sanctuary | SRA Bastion
• Tags:
  • Allied: The Lord of Hunger | Darth Moskvin | Saltare Dothon | Open
• Theme: March to Victory

The drop pods had slammed them right at the throat of the enemy. Their attack was based on shock and awe, on decapitating the enemy before they could muster a strong reaction. While the Sanctuary Regional Authority was preparing for war under Jedi Lord Cress, they did not expect war to come so swiftly and so decisively to their doorstep. The Lord Militant and Imperator had made sure that the attack was not only a surprise, but that all ship captains knew that this invasion was based around speed.

While above the fleet was engaging in close combat, pinning the enemy ships and delivering devastating broadsides, the troop carriers plunged through, taking fire but not nearly enough, to deliver the ground forces into battle. On the fourth moon of Sanctuary, they aimed to destroy the enemy headquarters and indeed, preparing forces. They attacked where a majority of the enemy was ready to be shuttled and shipped, facing the most enemies possible but also on the most narrow space.

Darth Imperius was leading the black and red armored Nemesis Legion from its drop pods to the enemy. His HUD was a miasma of runes, unit markings, comm requests and targeting solutions. His black eyes worked through all of them at once, his amplified mind carrying the workload with familiar ease - even improved ease he noted. A new body was not easy to settle in, two weeks of meditation had helped him settle, but it was still necessary to go through all the sensations and experiences. He opened a command channel and gave calm, continuous commands.

" The Lord of Hunger , take your droids across my frontline and provide fire support for our advance. Prioritise enemy light and heavy artillery as well as any heavy weapon emplacements."

" Darth Moskvin , ahead on my left, next to the landing field are their barracks, tents and training area. My Third Cohort will support you, wreck havoc across their recruits and wheel in on the flank."

He also requested a non-verbal update from Inferno, Iron and Gold Squadrons, their operation to get the enemies logistics was vital to make this a decisive battle and not a protracted campaign. Imperius wanted victory today, not tomorrow, not in a week - today. And he would see it done.

His lightsaber was humming as it deflected green and red blasters bolts that were fired at him, much of it he ignored as it just plinged off of his armor or hit his large combat shield. The large warrior was at the center of the assault, around him the crimson and obsidian colors armors of the Nemesis Knights and Legionaries. Devoted warriors and soldiers that did not follow mere orders, but a vision, a goal that was beyond individual dreams and visions.

The fire they returned was precise, their advance swift. Excelling in close combat and fighting an enemy that had no room to maneuver or organise, speed and aggression was the key. With blades and blasters they smashed into the enemy that had formed up, with focused ferocity and controlled wrath the Imperials engaged with the Jedi Lord's forces.

Across the plains outside of the ISA bastion, a battle raged. The first wave of the Imperial assault had landed in drop pods and was now seriously engaged with the enemy forces, while further reinforcements arrived to support the first wave and build up the pressure. The enemy was shocked from the audacious attack but those units that had experience, tried to rally their comrades and turn. The founding and landing fields were a mess, with some shuttles and landing craft half-loaded, units in between and other still in their barracks. Behind it stood the bastion, the field fortification where the enemy command was.

And where Imperius was fighting his way towards.

Equipment
| Lightsaber | Greatsword | Amulet | Shuttle |
Order of Battle
| Ascendant Legion | Nemesis Legion Cohort | Knights Tenebrus |
| Harrower-class Dreadnought |​

 

[Saltare Dothon]

It was dark. Almost abnormally so, as his men left the LZ. In the distance, Saltare could see the glowing lights of the logistics hub, fortified towers on the perimeter, spotlights arcing to and fro, warding off would-be intruders. Howls from distant ships entering and leaving the facility could be heard, their landing lights visible as they strobed in accordance with whatever regulations these SRA had.

As they continued forward toward the Hub, the offensive began in earnest. Although the Imperial fleet in orbit had been engaging with the SRA for some time, they finally made a breakthrough to drop troops to the surface. The splotches of stars in the sky that marked the intensive fleet battle suddenly became brighter as drop pods, and shuttles raced to the surface. The detonations of ships entering the atmosphere at high speed could be heard from all over.

The Hub became a beacon of activity as the Empire began its ground assault. What was already a busy center became even more so; troops and ships began to fly out of the area in great numbers, heading toward the Imperial forces in the distance. Alarms blared as guards manned the towers in more significant numbers, even more alert as the primary battle occurred.

"Our cover is coming soon," Saltare said to his squad over their comms. "Gun runs imminent; move up to the Hub to take advantage of the chaos."

While still maintaining a modicum of stealth, his squad quickly moved to the outer areas of coverage of the Hub, settling down among a rocky outcropping. Saltare scanned the towers and walls of the Hub, waiting. A tiny blip on his HUD told him air support was imminent.

"Here it comes," he stated flatly to his troops.

AA fire and missiles burst from the Hub, screaming across the sky to some unseen threat en route. Distant explosions and streaks of fire falling from the sky informed Saltare that not every pilot would make it. But, enough did. The unmistakable howl of Imperial TIE Fighters filled the night sky as they streaked toward the Hub, green lances of energy impacting the SRA soldiers and buildings.

Massive explosions, balls of fire, and twisted metal were the hallmarks left behind by veteran Imperial pilots. The large blasts lit up the sky, showing the underbellies of the TIEs as they continued to come around for more gun runs. The lights in the facility flickered and then went out as a power facility was hit.

"Move!" Saltare barked to his squad as they jumped up and sprinted across the open terrain toward the Hub's walls. Grappling hooks shot up and onto the walls, his men pulling themselves up and over, dispatching a guard with a knife thrust to his throat before he could sound the alarm.

"Down! Find an access hatch before the power comes back on!" Saltare snapped at them as they quickly jumped down, their armor softening the landing to manageable levels.

Although the TIEs did significant damage to the surface, this SRA Hub was massive and built for many purposes, one of which was prolonged siege warfare. Most of the structures on the surface were nothing but quick storage bays for faster access to certain supplies and ships. Around the Hub were large cargo elevators capable of lifting several starfighters or small corvettes from their deep underground storage.

The Hub had an almost maze-like latticework beneath the surface, housing dozens, if not more, starfighters, multiple Corvette hangars, and months' worth of supplies that would keep the SRA in the fight. That was the real target, not what could be seen on the surface. Saltare and his troops made it to a small access hatch that led beneath the surface, generally reserved for droid workers.

"Pop the door, silence this door alarm, and get us in before they see us," Saltare said as he watched Beth start working the door control. It wasn't long before it slid open on well-oiled hinges.

"Feel and flow, let's move."

Inferno squad made their entrance to the facility, descending deeper into the Hub to cripple the enemy's supply lines.

The Lord of Hunger Imperius Indomitus Darth Moskvin

 

[Darth Moskvin]

Battles.....

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Gear: In Sig
Familiar: Archimedes​

O'Death

With a simple nod of my head to acknowledge the given order, I turned my focus toward the landing field where my new prey had established themselves. With the support of Imperius Indomitus Third Cohort, I ordered the last of my undead investments to launch an assault on the encampment, leaving none alive in their wake. With a shrieking howl of understanding, they charged across the field; their mouths dripping saliva down the base of their chins, eyes filled with an unquenchable hunger for flesh.

The first of the targets hit were the tents that housed the enemy's supplies as well as their medical tents, where unsuspecting doctors, droid and flesh alike, were working diligently to repair the damaged flesh of their soldiers and those civilians caught in between. The carnage rang pleasantly in my ears, those haunting death tolling bells that ushered me in to finish off those that hoped they had survived the onslaught by those fiendish abominations.

As I was concluding my business, the Third Cohort now mingled amongst the reanimated demons hit the barracks, destroying the buildings and ripping apart those left behind to defend them. The whole macabre scene had far exceeded my expectations. The gruesomeness left in the aftermath of the blitzkrieg could not have been written, scripted, and played by design any better. Sadly, they left nothing for me to kill, a bout of jealousy washing over me.

It was there, at the training grounds, that my cohorts found themselves embattled with the enemy; and standing at the helm of the enemy was a male Rodian Jedi; his green blade slicing through the air, cutting down his enemies whilst barking out commands. I made this Jedi the object of my dark, mischievous passion. I blocked out all distractions, gliding through the field of battle, where living and the dead fought feverishly, toward my betrothed. He looked up at me, his sizzling blade still in the chest of a slain foe, challenging me with his come-hither gaze. And I obliged a gaze of my own.

We stood facing one another, the silence of our duel the only sound radiating between us. Then the Rodian attacked, and I ignited my two lightsabers, there tricky additions from the crystals housed inside taking affect upon the Jedi sapping his willpower and wreaking havoc visionally on his psyche. He fought hard to counter this, and to his credit, he was fining some measure of success, as his blade met my two.

"You will not achieve victory today, Sith," he chimed, feeling his Force energy being sapped, transferring itself to me. "Victory is an umbrella with many facets," I snarled as I gave into my deepest pits of anger; and to his surprise, my outfit activated. Those black, misty serpentine tendrils from an ancient Sith spell manifested; wrapping themselves around both of the Jedi's arms; tragically annihilating them. The Jedi stumbled back, the look of horror on his face at the disappearance of his arms.

Squealing like a small girl who just discovered her crush reciprocated her feelings, I stepped forward, decapitating the Jedi with one quick twirl from one of my lightsaber blades. I looked at the severed head, smiling before kicking it away proudly.

The Lord of Hunger / Saltare Dothon
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[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: Sanctuary
OBJECTIVE: Collect and Contain
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | The Enforcer
TAG: Imperius Indomitus | Hellmarch | Saltare Dothon | Darth Moskvin

The orders were given and received by the droid legions, but also by the Lord of Hunger himself, who decided that perhaps to effectively triple the chances of success, the droid legions he had sent needed to be at their full strength, thus it did not take long for additional transport ships to start exiting the massive Gluttoneria battlecruiser, carrying the additional material to bring the droid legions to full strength. if they were to truly make an example, there was no need to do things haphazardly.

Alas, with the defense from the enemy not yet being fully pinned down, their anti-air capacity was still intact, ravaging the incoming transports and nearly downing a quarter of the transport ships before they had arrived with the necessary reinforcements and material. Still, in the meantime, the Urban Enforcement Cohort were the first to arrive at the agreed location, with their tactical superiority over the standard Droid Legions they quickly took on the frontline, giving the necessary support to Imperius Indomitus ' troopers and legionaries, with the Ceres type GPD's acting as the more heavily armed and slower moving part of the cohort, closing ranks quickly and activating the portable shields in order to draw up a proper line from which the main army could act and operate.

From behind though, the droid legions would start to close in on Imperius' troops, following the orders to take the front. While a small number of the Arbalesk droids would attempt to disorganize the enemy defenses by harassing the enemy positions with two dozen speeders strafing the enemy's battle line, the other Arbalesk droids would await further orders from Imperius Indomitus .

Behind the Imperator's battle line though, the reinforcement and the additional material did finally arrive, as the Pluto-type droids started to take up their position, anchoring themselves with their legs collapsing and effectively turning them into artillery platforms. With a thunderous roar, they began blasting at the enemy defenses with heavy laser fire, while as per the order of the Imperator, the Mercury droids of the droid legion began their forward march upon the enemy positions. While sith and jedi fought, while trooper and legionair faced the reaper, the droids moved on, unfeeling and uncaring, in perfect unison, like the machine they truly were.

Blasterfire would color the skies red, their methodic march would drown the screams of the enemy, the roars of defiance, the perfect machine they truly were... the perfect tool for the Lord of Hunger, who from his ship remained in contact with Imperius Indomitus , sending through his orders to the individual droid captains and the single ZMDIII - TOD/1 "Cogliostro" Tactical Oversight Droid who he had sent to be his envoy to the Imperator and the battlefield commander of the legions themselves.​

 

[Imperius Indomitus]

Unknown Regions | Mobus System | Sanctuary

• Objective: II. Death to the Republic
• Location: Sanctuary | SRA Bastion
• Tags:
  • Allied: The Lord of Hunger | Darth Moskvin | Saltare Dothon | Open
• Theme: March to Victory

And where Imperius was fighting his way towards.

Next to him stood the standard bearer of the First Legion carrying the large black and red banner of the unit which showed crossed lightsaber hilts , not unlike the one he himself wielded, in a laurel wreath. His name was Uther, one of the first to be joining the Ascendant Legions and probably among the bravest soldiers he has seen. He wielded his heavy blaster pistol and shot enemies wherever he saw them get close, protecting the banner, holding it high as it marked the center of the advance.

Imperius was thankful for the backup - of course not only from Uther, but by the united power of the Legion he brought. It was just the beginning and while he admired their abilities and zeal, they were just the beginning of a new page in his book. He sometimes envied the common soldier for their straight purpose and limited responsibility. It was an easy life with only a few choices and decisions to make. He knew that it worked the other way around as well, soldiers envying him for his power and authority, but it was never as easy as it looked.

A grenade exploded on his shield, not bothering him any more than it was making him brace. His lightsaber felled a brave soldier of the enemy who charged alongside his comrades into the Ascendant center. A counter attack? It seemed unlikely, there was still chaos and fear in the air, in abundance. With a quick look around and assessment of his HUD data, it seemed even less likely. Their charge was slaughtered, it barely stopped his advance . . .

But it did slow them down.

The enemy commander sacrificed men to reform his other forces. Brutal and cruel, but not unheard of from a Jedi, yet it was unexpected nontheless. With little delay he pitched new movement orders to his Cohorts, nonverbally, the just appeared on the HUDs of their respective commanders. They doubled down on the forward momentum, they could not allow the enemy to form a cohesive line now.

Together with the mass of the Legion, Imperius launched himself forwards. His blade cut through the condemned counterattack, his shield bashed and broke bones, all the while Uther stood behind him, kept his back clear and held high the standard of the Malgus Legion accompanied by the shout: "Glory to the Empire!"

They pushed back the enemy and were now between abandoned shuttles and troop transports on the landing field in front of the Bastion. Fires raged, kindled by fuel and whatever matter they could swallow. Black smoke rising and limiting the view. Corpses lay in between, many clad in the colors of the enemy but not few of his own troops. The sound of blasters and screams lay in the air, mixed with the smell of ozone, death and burnt metal.

The enemy had sacrificed a lot of its troops to hold them while pulling back forces to defend the bastion and to counter attack. While Imperius was the one originally flanking the enemy - they had turned this against him. From the left flank of the Bastion came several units of large battle droids supported by infantry, slow and methodical, using superior firepower to attack his left flank and Darth Moskvin . On the right side, they had mustered and now speeding up, several tank units and speeders that threatened his other flank. With a mere mind impulse he send The Lord of Hunger a command to stop the tanks while he and the First Cohort started assaulting the main gate of the Bastion.

Equipment
| Lightsaber | Greatsword | Amulet | Shuttle |
Order of Battle
| Ascendant Legion | Nemesis Legion Cohort | Knights Tenebrus |
| Harrower-class Dreadnought |​