Invasion Beasts of Babylon: BotM Invasion of SE held Felucia

[Darth Solipsis]

BEASTS OF BABYLON
FELUCIA '65


The Great Journey | BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW

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Site Administrator: Valiens Nantaris​

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BotM Staff​	SE Staff​
Darth Solipsis The Mongrel Kyrel Ren Maestus	Aspect of Passion Darth Vulcanus Arcturus Dinn Baalagor

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The Dark Side is diluted, the Avatars’ reach limited by stagnant followers who stifle progress with delusions of grandeur. Their hubris has been found wanting, their relics and people will be gathered as our own. We will seize the mantle and take what is owed so that the Darkness can flourish unfettered by the shackles of dogma.

While the New Sith Order strikes this shadowed world as a symbol of their rejection of ancient, hidebound tradition, the taskmasters and marauders of the Brotherhood have other goals in mind. They will take new slave-soldiers from among the planet’s savage tribes. They will tame new beasts of war from its deep jungles. They will seize the produce of the precious Nysillin farms to grant them the advantage in their coming conquests.

The Dark Voice calls upon the brave chosen to march into the lion’s den and tame the wilds of Felucia, only to find chaos unfurled.

War.

A conflict between the Graug Hordes under mighty Darth Vulcanus fight for control over the jungle world against a coalition of Sith Lords backing the Sith Lord Grundark . Seeking control over the herbs and bountiful food source that grows on Felucia after claims disputed over the Fist of the Emperor’s gains, conflict ensures. The Brotherhood of the Maw find themselves caught in the midst of a brutal feudal dispute within the ever expanding Sith Eternal. As chaos reigns, the Warlords of the Maw realize the potential losses of direct assault would be catastrophic. An approach to stealth is made in order to beat prepare their forces against those of the Sith Eternal, Graug, and allied forces, letting the feuding forces wither down as they lurk in the shadows, ready to make their presence known lest disaster strike and the mission be in vain.

Darth Vulcanus and his Graug hordes have invaded Felucia. Locked in a contest of strength with the forces of Lord Grundark, the planet’s ruler, they are burning the jungles in an act of total war. It is a classic Sith conflict, weeding out the weak from both armies… but interlopers have become involved. Raiders from the Brotherhood of the Maw stealthily skirt the conflict, trying to sabotage defenses and fan the flames to cause as much chaos and devastation among their rivals as possible.

The healing herb nysillin is one of the most valuable crops in the galaxy, capable of restoring health to the terribly-wounded much like a bacta or kolto treatment. Felucia is one of the rare places suitable for nysillin cultivation… and the Brotherhood of the Maw wants a large stockpile of the herb in order to keep their warriors in the fight for future conquests. They intend to seize Felucia’s largest nysillin farms, steal the crops, and then burn the fields, leaving nothing behind for their enemies.

Felucia is a hostile planet, home to a terrifying range of aggressive jungle species. Nowhere is this more true than in the rotting fungal forests surrounding the ancient rancor graveyard, where imported acklays and rancors hunt (and are hunted by) the savage Jungle Felucian tribes. Now, rumors have spread that a Jungle Felucian shaman has forged a powerful dark artifact in the heart of the graveyard, a place sacred to the Felucian tribes. The race is on to claim it… and perhaps to tame the beasts and tribes as well.

 

[The Mongrel]

Objective II - Steal Nysillin, Burn Farms​

Location: Felucia, Plantation Outskirts
Allies: Open
Foes: Open

With a buzzing pulse of its twin pairs of wings, the Gore Wasp drone alighted in one of Felucia's tall, twisted trees, becoming hidden among the moss and vines that hung from its branches. In the vile creature's saddle, The Mongrel kept a firm grip on the reins. He reached into his satchel and produced a pair of electrobinoculars, fitting them to his eyes with his free hand. A jagged smile curled the edges of his slash of a mouth; they were getting close. Just beyond this copse of trees, he could see the long stretch of cleared land where the vast plantation farms of the Sith Eterrnal lay. Neat rows of crops stretched through the deforested valley: muja fruit bushes, burrmillet stalks... and Nysillin.

It was the latter that made the farms worth their time.

As the cycle drew to a close and the galaxy burned, the Avatar of War guided the Brotherhood forward, toward the Final Dawn. It was an honor to be a herald of the End Times, one of the chosen to bring about a new age... but to be in the service of War itself meant lurching constantly from battle to battle, eternally in pursuit of blood. The chances for glory were unending. The chances for rest, however, were few and far between. The fleets and armies of the Maw had been badly battered on Csilla, and then again on Ilum. Much plunder had been taken, but the cost in lives and war materiel had been high each time. Fighting almost the whole galaxy at once meant taking casualties at a terrifying rate.

Even The Mongrel, down at the ground level, could not help but notice the attrition. He had scarcely stopped fighting since the day of his rebirth... and precious few of those who had begun the struggle at the same time as he had were now still alive. Sometimes he wondered if any of the other slave-soldiers taken from his old home still drew breath. He doubted it. The past months had been beyond brutal for the marauders of the Great Maw; life expectancy for most of them was measured in weeks, or a single major battle. Even with freshly-turned captives and legions of clones to bolster their ranks, the raiders were dwindling. They had battle prowess, but not long-term endurance.

That was why they needed the Nysillin. The Brotherhood of the Maw couldn't simply contact with some corporation or planetary government to buy bacta or kolto; who would sell to them? At the same time, they couldn't possibly steal enough such medical goods from intercepted freighters to keep all of their forces supplied. But this potent - and valuable - healing herb could keep their forces in the fight just as well as bacta or kolto... and huge barns of it were right here on Felucia, ready for the taking. Burning the other fields and barns, and thus denying these heretic pretenders to the Dark Side the fruits of their breadbasket world, would be just a bonus.

The Heathen Priests would be pleased.

But after Ilum and Csilla, and with other conflicts taking up so much of their resources, the Brotherhood could not afford to attempt a full-scale conquest of a world so distant from their borders. They had only been able to reach Felucia by the use of secret Paths through hyperspace, and even then could only bring a relatively small raiding force. Speed and stealth would be their allies here. It seemed that Felucia was being convulsed by a war, some internal conflict between the feudal states of the Sith Eternal... and that might just provide the Maw enough cover to pull off this raid. If it didn't, if either of the overwhelming forces taking part in the battle here caught wind of them, the danger was grave.

Lowering his electrobinoculars, The Mongrel glanced down at the forest floor. Beneath his position, a force of Kagan-Jin Rough Riders was advancing through the fungal wood, the hooves of their Orbak mounts covered in cloth to muffle the sound of their approach. The Brotherhood assault shuttles had set down some distance away, so as not to alert the farms too early, and then moved through the jungle to reach their target. Behind the riders, a raiding force of Bloodsworn marauders - his strong core, some of whom had survived serving with him at Csilla and Ilum - took up their positions, flanked by the ravenous Lugubraa of the Legion of the Leech. Auxiliaries would be key.

At the forest's edge, they awaited his command.

One of the crystal fragments seized at Ilum had been used to fuel his newest weapon, the Dread Blade he had finally earned. The Mongrel pulled out the weapon and activated it, allowing the crimson runic energy to spring into being. This was the moment of truth. "Take the Nysillin, burn the rest! War, Death, Rebirth! CHARGE!" He kicked his heels into the sides of his Gore Wasp, and the creature dropped from the branch, spreading its wings. The marauder warleader shot forward, buzzing out over the cleared valley... and hell followed with him. The Kagan-Jin riders swept down the slope, crying out in their harsh, guttural language as they closed on the farms with terrifying speed.

Behind them ran a screaming wall of marauders and Lugubraa.

 

[Tu'teggacha]

Objective III: Seek Artifact, Tame Beasts​

Location: Felucia, Rancor Graveyard Outskirts
Allies: Open
Foes: Open

There was an old, powerful darkness in this place; the Taskmaster could sense it, could feel it as plainly as the sun upon his skin. The energy tasted of mould and sour water, smelled of grave dirt and dried blood... it was little wonder that the Jungle Felucian tribes avoided this place. It was taboo among them, sacred yet unholy, and they kept away with the typical deference of primitives toward places that reeked of death. Tu'teggacha had no such superstitions; indeed, he had no reverence for anything save power, and power was what he sought in the Rancor Graveyard. This was where the Mad Shaman had come to forge his dark artifact... and those who coveted it were not far behind.

The Ebruchi surveyed the bone-filled valley from atop his Gore Wasp mount, a great convenience to him in this endeavor - he was a short, ungainly, hobbling creature, and it would have taken him far too long to search this place on foot. Instead he surveyed it from above, buzzing over it on thick gossamer wings. Like all champions of the Maw who rode the creatures - and it was only the champions - he had only gained the wasp's allegiance over months of work by the Maw's beastmasters, slowly weaning it away from the wasp queen's control so that it might accept a new master. Statistically, he had been one of the lucky ones. The process frequently ended with the would-be rider devoured.

But it hadn't been luck. He had broken stronger wills than this beast's.

Finishing his initial run of air scouting, the Taskmaster returned to the valley wall, where his troops waited. They were a small escort force, though the escort was only partly meant for him. Among their number were several highly-accomplished beastmasters, tamers of such savage creatures as the Branchlurker and Skitterwing (insofar as either creature could be "tamed"). They had been sent here to find new stock to bolster the ranks of the Maw's warbeasts. Felucia provided them with ample fauna to choose from: the deadly ambush predators known as Flying Rippers, docile Gelagrubs well-suited to riding and cargo transport, Kaaten that could lure in their prey through the Force.

But the ultimate prize was obvious. The Brotherhood wanted Jungle Rancors.

Around the graveyard roamed grizzled bulls and ancient matriarchs, scarred and withered with age but still as tough as durasteel, waiting for their time to die and join the bones of their ancestors. But the beastmasters aimed to interrupt that natural cycle, to secure as many of the creatures as possible to unleash upon future battlefields. They had come prepared. Huge cuts of bait meat had been secured in vacuum-sealed storage boxes, to prevent their scent from drawing predators before the beastmasters were ready. Electro-net guns and stun pikes had been handed out among the marauders, as had dart guns loaded with huge quantities of bantha tranquilizer. The hunt was on.

But it was at least as important to secure the Mad Shaman and whatever dark force artifact he was forging among the ancient bones. The artifact was a chance to empower the Brotherhood, but if it was lost to the planet's Sith Eternal masters, it would empower them just as surely. Of course, it would be no easy task; the Shaman had chosen his hiding place well. The ambient dark energy would cloak his presence in the Force, and the Graveyard was vast, a huge charnel pit of twisting corners and hidden caves. The race was on to find him, hidden somewhere in that primal ossuary, and Tu'teggacha did not intend to lose. The Ebruchi ushered his troops forward, down the slope of the valley.

They had much work to do.

 

[Alars Keto]

He could feel the heat harshly pressed against his sweat covered brow, the immense wave of fire illuminating the jungle as all manner of beasts panicked in the distance from the carnage of the Graug Horde. Covered in mud, pressed between natural rock and fallen tree, blue luminous plant life scattered through the air in a transition to ash as it was caught up in the inferno. Kryll grit his teeth and stretched out with his new cybernetic right arm, a token from Csilla at the hands of the Jedi Knight Aaran Tafo .

The eyes of the marauder lieutenant fell over his band of hate ridden ‘Bloodsworn’, veteran warriors sworn to the side of the fearsome Zachariel Steelblood . They had been through Hell itself more times than they could count, today would be the ultimate test of their faith to the Dark Three. The Sith were both predator and prey, and now the hunt would begin.

The operation was simple, the Sith Eternal were locked in feudal combat. The Graug advancing and laying scorched earth tactics in their wake, the Brotherhood would skirt the outside areas and disable defenses or any checkpoints that would hamper an all encompassing ambush. That was the goal anyway, with so much power resting on one planet it was hard to ignore the constant assault against his psyche from the opposing Dark Side energies.

Kryll spoke with a whisper to his team through his scrambled comm, “Alpha going dark.”

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Objective I: Vulcanus Unleashed​

Leading to a fight with Kascalion Giedfield ​

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Graug.​

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Why was it always the Graug?​

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Everywhere he turned their hideous forms were there, skulking and destroying all that stood in their way. He despised them, and this latest transgression simply added fuel to the pyre of hatred already burning within him. Felucia was a sacred world to many, even if it hadn't been Grundark 's to command he would have leapt to its aid. That the Cragmoloid governed it only intensified his need to defend.​

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They were mad dogs the lot of them. Though they existed within the parameters of the Eternal, moments like these proved how little they cared for the structure and grand scheme of things. They would turn and bite whoever got in their way regardless of affiliation. Up until now their actions had been allowed, encouraged even, they had been present on the seizing of Ossus, and Chandaar. Unchecked.​

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Unchecked was dangerous. Were it up to Arcturus they would not exist at all. He had no general hatred for Sithspawn, in fact he and Ishani Dinn had taken the deep dive into creating some of their own to assist with Folende, but a rabid beast was a rabid beast whether chained or not.​

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That was how he found himself engaged with such swine. He was a small entity among giants here, with the likes of Vulcanus and Grundark and the gargantuan beasts which roamed Felucia. Tiny in comparison to the rest. Yet he did not back down from the call, he didn't shy away from the fight. His dagger had already cut through the flanks of several Graug, returning to his hand on a whim each time. It had certainly become his most prized possession, at least barring any sort of tome in his collection, there was something satisfying about throwing a blade and having it recalled back into his grasp.​

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But at some point he had realized that the way to go here was most definitely to draw upon his lightsaber. So he had, and its ruddy red blade sang out as he launched himself against another of those beasts.​

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Little did he know that bigger fish were circling, waiting for their chance to interfere.​

 

[Ana Malixar]

Location: Rancor Graveyard
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open

It had only been a year since Ana had lived on Felucia, but it had felt like it had been much much longer. The past few months had been full of adventures. She found herself in one of Felucia's less savory places--far away from the cities dominated by the banking clan. She found herself on the edge of the Rancor graveyard. It was a place she'd never been before...or had any interest in visiting. For starters, the stench was hideous. This place smelled worse than Darth Empyrean . Despite that, it bore great significance to the Sith Eternal. There were rumors of a dark artifact within its depths and wherever the opportunity for power and knowledge existed, Ana would go.

She looked out over the graveyard full of bones. She knew dangerous creatures still roamed this place, so she had brought limited weaponry with her. That plus her knowledge of the force should be enough to keep her safe. She could feel the force radiating around here. The energy in this place was strong. It was no wonder the shaman had chosen this as the location to create and house the artifact. Wherever he had hidden, the Sith Eternals would find him and take it from him one way or another.. She carefully walked down the incline from the forest into the pits of the yard. She wasn't sure where the artifact was located, but the force would guide her and she would follow it wherever it took her.

 

[The Usurper]

Location: The Graug Horde
Objective:

M O U N T A I N S O F C H A O S

The smell of the horde, the rumble of the stampede of graug, the absolutely deafening sound of the machine of biomass and violence. The Userper was more than at home in the Horde of Darth Vulcanus , drawn to its violence by the ether of the force. Above a large stone edge The Usurper stood, motionless and blades in hand as below him the graug charged into the realm of their foes.

But how? How could he be not only standing in the stampede of graug but leading and enveloped in them as one of their own? They had their reasons and monsters get along well. Memories flashed across the mind of the Specter known as The Usurper, blurred sounds of a long distant life. There was a time where he lead these things, where they too formed a part of his own army, a part of that command still beat in his heart.

Like a hive mind, thoughts one with each other, mindless and brutal in their March to destruction, they began to burn. They began to Burn Everything. With the machinery and brutality and the numbers of the graug the fire began to smoke, but with the fire from chaos itself summoned by The Usurper the very force burned as well.

From atop of his rock, surrounded by a stampede of brutality, The Usurper began to hurl fire and lightning from his hands down into the land itself. Like an Ancient Sorcerer tainting the land with violence and magic, The Usurper cast down magic and fire to the ground, to the forest and trees and rivers.

"Anihilation!"

 

[Darth Solipsis]

THE DARK LORD OF THE SITH | VOICE OF THE MAW

“Vulcanus Unleashed”
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The Ommin-class shuttle soared through the expansive void toward the planet below, descending from high orbit the shuttle began to skirt along the atmosphere on trajectory for the region of Felucia where the ongoing feud was at play. The Brotherhood of the Maw had come to claim this world from those they saw as unworthy, this day would be a test to their mettle as they engaged fellow champions of the Dark Side itself. The pilot, a Sith loyalist from the Final Dawn, brought the vessel in and pierced the veil as the clouds parted before them.

Approaching quick and quiet, the pilot engaged the remaining stealth capabilities to ensure not only scanners would not pick them up but the visual prowess of sight either as the cloaking device engaged. The Dark Lord of the Sith rose his hand from the shadowed corner of the vessel, a rigor mortis claw long hollowed and decrepit, wracked by the power of the Dark Side of the Force and the accelerated effects of time upon his physical shell.

“Bring us down.”

The captain nodded his head, refusing to turn his gaze back at those who dwelled in the back of the vessel. Harbingers of the Dark Side, Preachers of the Code, Followers of the New Sith Order.

“ The Usurper has made landfall.”

“Good.”

The vessel touched down swiftly, brushing aside the massive fungal growth as it pressed against the solid earth, laboring as it bounced back it’s weight against the landing gear to a still state of rest. Steam poured from the underbelly as a thick cloud took form before a long ramp as it came down.

Thud.

The ramp touched against the solid ground, the steam subsiding in it’s wake as the vessel unloading it’s occupants. First among them to emerge, the Dark Voice himself, Darth Solipsis . With his dark cloak fluttering his footsteps and a grim scowl filled with dark grimace. The Elder stared off into the distance as his boots pressed into the soil,

“The time has come.”

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Objective I
Vulcanus Unleashed

Tags: Darth Vulcanus

Sweat dripped from Maliphant's forehead as the dirt dug under his heels, stabilizing him in conjunction with the Force. All around him, large flames ripped through the forest - forming a spiraling wall around the two Force Users of its own immense strength. Nearly insurpassable by conventional means, it now walled them into an arena of Vulcanus's design - endlessly burning while the floor they walked on was more ash than dirt. The Sith Lord took in a deep breath and resisted the urge to cough from the heat - gritting his teeth instead as the staff he carried with him dug its way into the ground once more.

From its gaping maw, a blast of pure dark side energy ripped out like a gun shot - eminating and ear piercing screech like ice stressed and snapping for miles. Directly at the chest of the first Canonized Saint, Maliphant would end his legacy long before it began - but he could already feel the odds he was up against. Perhaps before the ritual, Maliphant could have fought Vulcanus on more equal terms - but whatever the Worm had done had changed Vulcanus into something... More. Something terrifying.

There was no point in trying to distract him with diplomacy, but he could catch his breath with a bit of Dun Moch.

"We're stalemating, Vulcanus.", he said through a harsh grin - the void of his eyes split by the ruby pupil dancing over the Saint of Flames looking for any sign of weakness either physical or through the Force.

"You can't keep this up forever." - though that was as much true for him as it was against the Seventh Day Emperor.

 

[Maestus]

She stood behind her master, Darth Solipsis as the shuttle began its descent to the ground of Felucia. Black eyes stared out the front, taking in the ground as it neared them. Or as they neared it. It felt like 2 living, breathing entities were closing on each other for a battle of epic proportions. Maestus hoped that was indeed the case.

Upon hearing that The Usurper was on the ground, Maestus nodded once. Even though the pilot had been talking to her Master, and not directly to her, she filed the information for strategic purposes. The Usurper was a powerful force. Sure to be of benefit in the battle ahead.

Upon feeling the shuttle kiss the ground, she turned to allow Solipsis to pass her and be the first to exit. As she whirled to follow him, her cloak billowed behind, snapping around her. Her boot heels clicked on the floor of the shuttle. A staccato accent to the beating of her own heart.

Stepping off the ramp behind her Master, she allowed herself a moment to take in the lay of the land. Everything her eyes landed on, would be theirs. The Sith Eternal held the planet, and the battle soon to be joined would be epic. But in the end, Maestus held confidence the New Sith Order and the Maw would prove victorious.

Pulling the hood of her cloak up, she turned to Darth Solipsis . The brim of the hood covered most of her face. And yet the fire burning in her eyes could not be hidden. Black orbs flared and the red which rimmed them burned bright.

Shall we, Master?

 

[Molly Armstrong]

Vulcanus Unleashed
Allies: BotM | WotS
Enemies: SE
Engaging: Grundark (soon)


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Felucia. The Doormat of the Sith, which the armies of the Light have already muddied with their boots as they kicked down the doors of Korriban once before. Now it would be crushed under the heels of the True Sith

The jungles were ablaze with passionate fire, the world in anarchy. And order would be restored by the blades of the Dark Crusade. No more would the schismatic Sith who threw off the chains of the crumbling Empire be branded heretics, nor would they let the fate of the Sith Order fall into the hands of another state of fool Eternalists.

The Warlords were thrown into petty squabbles and territorial disputes following the death of Darth Voyance and the crusade’s failure at Malachor, with lords scheming to fill the power vacuum left behind and rebuild the shattered hierarchy in their images. It seemed as if all direction had been lost. But those who harboured faith within their black hearts, who would not easily lose sight of the ideals of the schism… they would continue to fight. They found rejuvenation in Darth Solipsis, and they broke from their chains once again to fight, called to a higher purpose. There was a glory awaiting them, a prize of untold power and wealth at the end of this, the greatest of Kaggaths. Few Warlords knew the true intentions of the newly proclaimed Dark Lord of the Sith, and fewer cared. With Jedi amassing on their border, poised to strike, now was the undeniable time for action and to claim the Stygian Caldera for themselves.

The jungles where the Graug horde assaulted the Eternalist army had all been reduced to ashes, fields of black soot layered over the fertile dark mud brought to mind the sight of Malachor, where their tidal wave had rolled back in humiliation. The cold winds of Malachor had carried no scent upon them, not like the breeze of Felucia that carried embers, woodsmoke, and the portent of doom.

They arrived unannounced into the chaos, bearing their blades down upon Heretic and Horde alike with no compromise, so that the raiders of the Maw could flank unnoticed. They were the vanguard. Perhaps tools to some, simply lambs to the slaughter so the raiders could succeed where the crusaders perished… but that was a sacrifice the faithful were willing to make, blind to it or no. Clad in their demonic armour wielding dark steel and even darker magicks, their war cries rung out from the forest edge as they charged into the killing fields with the Butcher of Brosi at their head...

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Objective: I
Tags: Nienna Vess

Baby Sith’s first battle.

It was as chaotic as she expected. The sounds of combat were a roar in her ears, the flash of lightsabers around her like flames leaping ever higher. Beasts bellowed, men and women shouted orders to each other. People fell down and lay still, mangled as broken dolls.

Ishani started out somewhere near the back, holding a cage full of small white bats that clawed at the walls and squeaked loudly. For a few moments she scanned the battlefield, looking for someone specific among the orgy of bodies, but it was impossible to see them with only her eyes. She ceased her search and opened the cage.

The Sithspawn bats spread their ragged wings and flew into the fray. They sought out Graug warriors and attacked them, biting their necks, wrists, legs—anywhere they could find a vein. She could sense their longing to feed on Graug blood, but Ishani urged them onward, commanding them to seek out other victims. They needed to spread the virus quickly...

As the ranks progressed forward, she was drawn further onto the battlefield, the lines of troops and Sith fanning out. Her hair, newly dyed pink, had been fitted with glowing whips that lashed out at anyone who got too close to her back or sides, while her Force-imbued blade cut into enemies that came straight at her from the front. She struggled to keep up at first, but after a while, as she relied more and more on the Force to drive her and guide her blows, it became almost monotonous. They were in a meat grinder, and she was just another blade of the machine.

 

[Kascalion Giedfield]

Objective 1: Vulcanus Unleashed
Target: Arcturus Dinn

Felucia was a world of...troubling environment.

While beautifully lush with canopies of vegetation even the Devil could not identify, it was a difficult place to trudge through. His feet, clothed only in modified boiled black leather boots, sunk in the mud of the unpaved road he traversed. Mud and grime of some other thing. Something large or small, but certainly dangerous. Perhaps something in line with his current quarry, but he cared not for what it could have been until he saw it with his own eyes.

Besides, would it even matter?

The world of the Felucians was and always would be dangerous, which the Devil should have liked. But not today. Today, he had no time to enjoy the roughness of the landscape that never seemed to end and explore its dense jungles. Had he the time, perhaps he would have gone about encountering a Jungle Rancor and testing the true sharpness of his blade, which was slung across his back. Dormant. Waiting to be blooded.

But, in the end, wondering what manner of beast added to the filth of the road he walked was of little to no consequence.

The chittering of insects and the distant and near sounds of battle rang in his ears as his Helgardi guard cut down another string of branches, brambles, and vines. The stench of sulfur and burning weeds filled his nostrils, although he had become quite used to the smell over his history of war, and he would no doubt continue to smell it for years to come. He certainly would in the current battle. Not minutes prior, the Devil had landed with what remained of the Warlords that called themselves loyal to him, and now went on the search to bring his blade down upon both Eternalists and the Graug of Darth Vulcanus . These false Sith in the eyes of the man who proclaimed himself God.

Ironically, it was for the Maw that he was to fight this day, although it was not out of any sense of kinship or feelings of benevolence towards their specific cause. Instead, it was a pragmatic choice for the Devil, or so he called it - and he could not say the same for those that came with him. In the Devil's plan, this one fell swoop against the Eternalists - and those who attacked them in the form of Graug - could help in removing some of the more notable faces that could prevent their further expansion into Sith Space and reclaiming the Holy Worlds.

His intended targets, accordingly, were the leaders of the attacking and defending forces outside of the Maw itself. Vulcanus, Grundark , Darth Empyrean . These were the warriors on his initial radar who he desired to put down. Little did he know, however, that fate would intervene in a surprising way and his foe would, in fact, not be any of these combatants, but instead be a protege of the Dark Side some hidden meters away from his current march.

 

[Grundark]

Allies: Darth Empyrean Arcturus Dinn
Opponent: Darth Vulcanus Kuric Taumin

Fire and death were the intimate tools of the Graug, they were destruction incarnate and the Cragmoloid would never claim otherwise. They'd been unchained by whatever transformation Vulcanus had undergone, and now the mad dogs needed to be put down. All of them. Thousands of flashes of lights lit up the shadowed jungles as the horde and herd fought without mercy, for they both knew no mercy would be received. One would literally have to be force dead not to feel the hate and violence that hung in the air with a heaviness that would have made a Jedi weep and a Sith rejoice. The Felucians had even joined the combat in with hit and runs along the hordes lines, but the front line pointed straight out the outnumbered herd. Still on Felucia numbers weren't everything.

"Commander keep pulling them along, let their emotions overwhelm their discipline. Brains not brawn will win this battle." Looking towards a pillar of flame that shot into the sky from the duel though he had to wonder if that was true for a moment. "Alert me of any changes, I'm moving to aid Darth Maliphant."

Moving into a jog he picked up pace as he approached the fight, and charged with a full trumpet of battle lust as he entered that fray. Monster to monster he challenged the Graug but even the Cragmoloid had to admit they were different types of monsters. He was a monster of the wilds, not good or evil just a primal force of nature. Vulcanus though? Vulcanus was a monster of death and destruction and nothing more. Angling for the opposite side of Maliphant he sought to give the Sith a moment to breath as he charged in swinging his greatsaber towards the head of Darth Vulcanus with a high right blow.

The saturation of the dark side was strong enough it blinded the Cragmoloid for the moment to the unknown invaders now touching down, and as engaged as his own forces were their attention was already quite taken by the task before them. Had it been some invasion of the light perhaps the sudden shift in balance would have been more apparent, but this was merely more storm clouds joining a swirling hurricane of darkness.

 

[Nienna Vess]

Engaging: Ishani Dinn

La Donna e Mobile

Two forces collided on the field of battle, clashing for titles and power. The very thought was enough to make Syphus laugh. To think that such petty things matter in the slightest... it was almost maddening...

Luckily, he was already mad.

Syphus slipped his way through the shadows, seeking anyone that could easily be picked off. The occasional patrol had passed by, but the few sparse kills weren't enough. They would never be enough. Syphus needed more. He needed the endless symphony of howling foes as he cut them down. It was the only true thing that silenced the voices that constantly fought within his head. The constant nagging and yelling and bickering... it would all go quiet as soon as he began to kill.

The crazed assassin came around the flanks of the two colliding armies, finally finding a nice opening to exploit. It was then that his body turned into a shadowy mist, flowing along the ground within the darkness. As soon as he was upon them, his body reformed, putting him right between the two lines. He ignited his lightsaber, and the killing began...

Syphus had been at it for what seemed like an eternity. Each foe fell, piling around the man as he continued to kill. It didn't matter who they were... Graug, Sith, even civilians would fall to his blade if they crossed his path. He was told that his only mission was to create discord among the fight, and that his skills would be needed. Syphus was sure that they had intended him to be more stealthy than he was, but he wanted the violence. He needed it. Besides, his affiliation with the Warlords was unknown to most. His wanton slaughter of all in his path would do enough to hide his intentions. His eyes seemed to light up more and more from behind his mask with each and every kill.

"Yes... die, die, DIE, DIE!"

He cackled with joy as his lightsaber cut through another enemy, bisecting them as they screamed in pain. This was where Syphus was comfortable. This is where he could do the most damage.

This is where he would feel alive. Almost sane, even.

Today would be a beautiful day.

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[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: 3
Allies: Tu'teggacha
Enemies: Ana Malixar
Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Kyrel's Armor, Kyrel's Necrochasis

Once more Kyrel had finally gained the chance to kill those who he viewed as the ultimate rival. Sith were always and will be his enemy, that was known and nothing had been more exciting to do so, and at the same time to be surrounded by so much darkness, and decay. It was as if it was home to him. The Jungles of Mustafar had defintely instigated a more predatory instinct within him, that he could empathize with the likes of that of fellow predators. With him were his Knights of Ren, and what had transpired since arriving so far was basking in death and darkness. The bodies of the Felucian Natives, and some watched in horror as Kyrel removed his mask to eat the flesh of one still screaming, one that earlier had tried to run from him as he was dragged by a beast like tongue, even the saliva burned through the crying Felucian's skin before he finally ended up within the situation that was taking place.

The group stopped for a moment, and so did Kyrel with his feast, as mid slaughter of the attacking natives, the hunger had consumed him and so he sought fresh meat. Looking all around the sight of huge bones, and rotting corpses, he could hear something sing to him in a dark melody of which he himself was captivated by. A sudden strong presence in the Force that had quieted the hunger and so made him stood up in a trance. Fixing his mask back on with the only sight that was visible was his eyes. "With death there is power here... As with the Maw it is here with conflict all around. We are close, I can hear it's call even now." Fixed in on such a presence now, it had turned such primal and monstrous instincts now honed in on what had cried out in waves of darkness. Moving forward, with the Ren moving in closely as he instructed.

The natives that had attacked him earlier, viewed in a mixture of terror, and in some ways respect. They ran for their lives some deeper into the boneyard, and some had tried to flee back into the jungle. Something that the Master of Ren was no longer interested. As he walked, he stretched out a hand, open palmed. Moving as if some holy man giving a dark prayer. Speaking in a language that seemed unholy, perhaps something worse than the Sith yet so similar in it's vile nature. Perhaps one could say that what he spoke, was something that the Maw would describe as "Tongue of the Avatars." Something so cursed that even uttering a few words would spread about darkness. And with such words, came a boom of sorts, as with Kyrel's own voice, it sounded deeper, and came with an echo, as if it was him speaking, and yet the same time it was not. As he moved slowly as if giving a dark sermon of sorts, and not only did the Ren follow as if wicked monks to this possessed holy man, but so did the creatures started to emerge forth. Watching from the shadows, but compelled to start moving slowly behind Kyrel. Not viewing the man as a piece of meat, but something of an oddity and what came out of his voice had grasped them. Creatures of all kinds came, from Rancor and Ackley, to Nexu that had stalked and looked for it's next meal.

The Dark Man continued to march onwards. Slowly through the barren land as he spoke the dreaded verses of a language that was dead, it spread out in waves of darkness that was felt by all, and those of lesser will came to seek it out. As Kyrel himself was now locked onto what he could describe as a jewel in the mud call out. As if a guiding hand of the Avatars came and with it so did destruction and seduction alike. Despite many presences, he felt that with the artifact, or whatever it was. He would encounter both believer and heretic along his way, for the way ahead was stained with blood and Kyrel was starving for more.

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Post: 1
Objective: Then As Now Forever
Equipment: Mind Crown | Black MidNight Duster with Hood | Echani shield suit | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | Defender | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | x2 FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol | Boomer | X4 Daggers | Pack of Death sticks | Various Explosives on person and in backpack | Holopad
Allies: The Mongrel
Enemies: Sith of the Eternal Variety
Special Tags: OPEN

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Tegan sat high on the back of her Tyrant Rancor, her eyes watching Maw forces charge forward to burn and pillage the Felucian. She had fought once long ago in the jungles of Felucia, it a lot of ways it reminded her of Dathomir at least when it came to wild violent wildlife it bred. There was a part of her that wished the Maw were here to take and claim this world, she would be tempted to claim warlordship over it. Though she still held out for the day Lirka ka died or she could get close to the creature to cut out it’s heart and Take Rhand for herself. The Sorcerers were the rightful heirs to Rhand not the heretical order that Lirka led.


Tegan pulled herself from the thoughts of future crusades against those she had to call allies for now. Today she needed to focus on Felucia and the raid that was already commencing. The healing herbs that Maw desperately needed for it soldiers to continue its endless war. Tegan herself wanted some of the plants perhaps she could clone, replicate, or make something similar to the plant in one of her labs. It would be a high profit item for her own company as well as something if easily produced she could sell or give if she felt generous to the Maw.


Tegan kicked her heals at the back of the rancor and clicked her tongue off the roof of her mouth to get it to move forward. Tegan hadn’t named the thing because pets and mounts lasted about as long as space craft for her, there was no point to getting to attached. The beast moved forward slowly behind the hordes as she broke from the jungle into the fields. She took in a deep breath of the air; it was tainted with the stench of Sith and it pulled her from the beauty of the jungle. Even the force was tainted with the feeling of the sith, though she was a darksider the sith was not her religion and it was a pretender to the true dark.


She watched as the Hordes rushed the fields, a smile should have crossed her face, but it remained a frown. Though this world was embroiled in conflict between two stupid sith fighting over a doomed world something else felt off. Tegan wasn’t sure what it was, and it was hidden from her darksight. It ate her to the point she couldn’t enjoy the carnage erupting across the fields. She sat on her rancor looking around all paranoid.


It also didn’t help her old armor and sith masked helmet had been destroyed on Csilla and she felt naked and exposed just wearing her less then acceptable echani made armor, her new midnight duster, and her Dathomir war paint on her face. Though she did have her fingernails painted black and sharpened to points something she hadn’t done in years, this trip to Felucia had brought back a bit of a nostalgia trip for her.


She sat back on her Rancor and just watched from the backside of the battlefield for the moment the marauding horde could handle it for now. Heck maybe her worry was just unwarranted, and this would be easy peasy.

 

[Dis]

Dis the Shadow(cat)
Shadowcat, explorer and wanderer; Owner of the Cat’s Paw; Member of the Greystone Mercantile​

Objective II.: Make friends | Barn Razing
Location: Felucia
Equipment: N/A
Writing with: Desmundor Alcademon

[ Theme ] ​

Felucia; Dis hasn’t been to this world before, but they read about it being an interesting place and very special. There are many different plants in the world, not to mention how many different animals lives here, so it was a good opportunity to make friends. Though they knew they would have little opportunity to do so, because they had also heard that foreign ships were approaching and there would be war again. The Shadowcat was not very happy about that.

So they may have to postpone making friends and take care of those who can’t. Unfortunately they hadn't brought a ship now either, so the Shadowcat couldn't take others out of here, but they hoped that if they warned others in time, they might be able to escape or hide. Dis didn’t know who was going to attack and why, but they knew a lot of Sith were attacking others and a lot of others attacking the Sith these days.

So the Shadowcat arrived on the planet for these reasons. They still didn’t like war and couldn’t understand why others were doing it. Actually, they didn't even want to understand. They were being a pacifist and striving to make others happy, for them that was the most important thing.

That’s why they were first trying to find an area where there might be many and who needed a warning. As usual, it was invisible now, and so floating approached the building or buildings here. They hoped it wasn’t too late and they would have time to save others.

 

[Tu'teggacha]

Objective III: Seek Artifact, Tame Beasts​

Location: Felucia, Rancor Graveyard Outskirts
Allies: Kyrel Ren
Foes: Ana Malixar

As Kyrel Ren completed his first round of slaughter and vile feasting, Tu'teggacha felt his ally's presence in the Force grow. Kyrel was sadistic and unpredictable, feeding on suffering in a real and visceral sense - in that it involved literal viscera. But the Master of the Ren warriors was also ambitious, and that meant he was worth keeping a close eye on. The man - if he could still be called such - had returned from death itself to plague the galaxy once again. He had delved into horrific secrets of Dark Side magic, and left a trail of bodies behind him everywhere he went. He would not be content to serve for long; sooner or later he would make a move, a grab for personal power that would shake the Brotherhood to its foundations.

What the Taskmaster still had to decide was who he would back in the inevitable coup.

Kyrel's presence in the Force blurred, then disappeared; the undead monster had entered the Rancor Graveyard, and even his powerful Force signature was swallowed up by the ambient dark energy radiating from the charnel grotto. Tu'teggacha briefly sensed the creatures he had conjured up to follow him, powerful jungle beasts, and felt a twinge of annoyance - and envy. Taming such beasts had been a large part of his purpose in coming here, but to the Master of Ren it was a triviality, each powerful creature just another tool to be used and then discarded. Lacking his particular gifts, the Taskmaster would have to gather the beasts and break them the old fashioned way.

But first, he and his retinue would advance into the graveyard, where the oldest and fiercest of creatures lurked. Step by step the marauders and beastmasters moved deeper into the rift, picking their way over churned earth and huge fragments of bone. Even these fearless, fanatical warriors looked about uneasily once in the shadow of the valley; the bone-deep chill that crept over them, a stark change from the torrid humidity of the fungal forests, was clearly unnatural, and they had no weapons against such a curse. Still, they did not hesitate. Tu'teggacha and his lesser taskmasters had instilled them with zealous, worshipful obedience, and this pit would not break it.

Tugging on his Gore Wasp's bridle and digging in his stubby heels, the Ebruchi coaxed his mount into buzzing flight. He kept the creature flying low, dancing between the huge spires of bone that adorned the valley walls; he did not want to be spotted. Although they were far from the major holdings of the Sith Eternal on this world, and in a forbidden place, there was always the risk of detection... and if they were found, they would swiftly become hopelessly outnumbered. Even a divided, internally-feuding Sith Eternal could amass the armies necessary to crush their small raiding force, and Tu'teggacha had no desire to run afoul of the infamous Graug. Their viciousness was legendary.

As he continued his scouting from the air, the Taskmaster suddenly spotted a lone figure picking her way through the graveyard: Ana Malixar . He had no idea who she was, and could not use the Force to find out; the press of ambient dark energy here was so overwhelming that he still could not sense her, even while looking directly at her. He was certain of one thing, however: she was not one of the Brotherhood, and that meant she was a threat to their plans. Tu'teggacha tugged on the reins of his Gore Wasp, turning the creature around. His mount buzzed its way back to where his troops were picking their way along the valley floor, and he landed in front of them.

"There is another intruder in the graveyard," he announced, his facial tendrils twitching in agitation. "She may have spotted us, and even if she has not, she must be here for the relic. We cannot allow her to report our presence. Stop her." At his command, a squad of six marauders wielding Force Pikes and Shock Whips hurried forward, searching the valley for signs of Ana. She would surely see them coming for her. What happened next would tell Tu'teggacha much about her capabilities. If she was an ordinary scout, she would likely be captured. But if she was Sith, trained in the Dark Side and the art of the lightsaber six marauders would be no match for her.

Either way, the Taskmaster had to hunt her down quickly, before he became the hunted.

 

[Ana Malixar]

Location: Rancor Graveyard
Allies: Open
Enemies: Tu'teggacha | Kyrel Ren

Ana walked through the graveyard. She weaved her way through the valley of bones searching for the artifact. Some of the remains of the creatures were as tall as she was. She'd never encountered a Rancor up close, but she could only imagine how massive and intimidating they were. Needless to say, she didn't want to encounter one. The dark energy radiating made the artifact difficult to track as she wandered deeper and deeper into the depths. As she wandered, she noticed a creature fly overhead but she thought little of it. Felucia had plenty of Mantas and Rippers zooming about. As long as they didn't decide she was prey, she wasn't concerned about anything in the sky.

She continued wandering about. This place had a weird beauty about it. The dark energy was reassuring and rejuvenating to her. Unfortunately, her leisurely stroll was interrupted when she noticed a figure up ahead. It was hard to tell much about him from a distance, but Ana wasn't aware of any other Sith Eternal's within the area. She paused and watched the figure and soon more individuals appeared behind it. The one that appeared to be leading the group noticed her and pointed at her. They didn't look friendly and she really wasn't looking for a fight where she was heftily outnumbered, so she ran.

She led them on a winding chase through the graveyard. She tapped a button on her communication device as she ran. It would send a distress signal to Eternal forces, but no details. She didn't have time for a lengthy chat with her superiors and besides, she was in a remote part of Felucia--backup was unlikely. She continued to run as she ducked under large bones and crashed through plants. She had no idea where she was running, she just wanted to get away and maybe stumble upon an artifact (if she was lucky). She was nimble and capable of creating quite the chase, especially for enemies that were likely more encumbered than her. Despite that, they persisted in their pursuit as she charged through muddy puddles. The chase led her to an embankment. She slid down it without a second thought and found herself trapped in a valley enclosed by hills and massive bones. With escape seemingly impossible, she turned to fight.

The first soldier down the embankment charged at her with a pike and she dodged the attack and plunged her dagger deep in their chest. The charge in the dagger sent them flying. Another came at her shortly after and she blasted them away with a force push only to have the third successfully wrap their whip around her leg. She screamed as they sent electricity coursing through her. The adrenaline and dark energy flowing through her was barely enough for her to send a pile of small bones crashing against his skull in retaliation. The shock stopped but she could still feel the pain as she glanced at the others who had encircled her. She gasped for air as she quickly tried to think of a way out of this mess.