Bells and Blasters | CIS Dominion of Hex X-41

[La'Ca Cavataio]

Location: Fortressa (top secret, maybe behind you right now)
Nearby: [member="Mira Cavataio"] and sorry everyone else
Post #12

Those words were ones that she did not want to hear at the moment. She hated that she could shower Mira with endless loving right there. It was Mira that came out to the wedding out of the blue. Cannot blame a zealot for their feelings. So, La’Ca got up slowly to her feet. Stopping did make her realize that she needed one thing for sure. There was no shame about it, but she did get her dress. A little put off that it had to come back on. She slipped it on and offered to help her lovely Mistress up.

Softly speaking to Mira for her to hear than others, “Well there are two staffers tied up and gagged in my closet. One was fun, and other was ruining the mood. So, they both are in time out… but I was looking for more. I had targets but haven’t made my move yet.”

 

[Malok]

Aboard the Dread Queen​

It was time to draw out the enemy.

The Midnight Exigent and the Dread Queen were as different as night and day. While the former was alive with brave men and women, each passing their orders through various channels, the Dread Queen was quiet. The juxtaposition of Organic and Synthetic was on display here, for in the instant that [member="Darth Tacitus"] ' orders came over the channel, they were relayed silently. Electronic signals bounced from Droid to droid, ferrying the orders far quicker than verbal communication. Effortless coordination saw the Admiral's wishes carried out in full.

The Dread Fleet moved to secure the left flank and rear of the Armada. The Dread Queen took her place as the beating heart of the formation. And, a swath of starfighters erupted from their midst, joining the Sword Armada's formation headed to the asteroid.

With the positioning complete, the Vicelord briefly took his attention away from the azure displays. At first, his sulfuric gaze read the movements of his compatriot carefully, attempting to discern his next move. Fleet engagements were much akin to an ancient game - Chess - one had to stay several steps ahead. One had to anticipate the enemy. In this, both Sith were keenly skilled...but Darth Metus was not just playing against the Imperials. With a small smile forming upon his features, he attempted to play the game - silently - with Darth Tacitus as well.

Where are you going, my friend...

But, his attention was placed upon his Apprentice. Her words...caused the Sith to loft his brow ever so slightly. The presence that now awaited them were admittedly lesser than what they faced on Tatooine. And, if the reports were accurate, they were lesser than what their forces had skirmished with for the past year. The Galactic Empire had brought less to this fight then they ever had before. Internal turmoil was the best time to strike.

"Perhaps." he breathed, casting a glance towards [member="Srina Talon"]. "But the Empire gladly joined Sith and other Imperials in their assault against the Alliance. Gladly house Darksiders of some variety within their ranks. I can only assume there's more to it."

And when the Alabaster woman commented on the name of the ship, he chuckled. "It's a fitting name. She fills our enemies with terror. She rules the battlefield. She is mine!" He was clearly amused - as the naming of the vessel was a deliberate poke to his dear Apprentice. She, quietly, loathed the title that had become her unofficial moniker these days. But, it was to be expected. Her Master was one of the only Dread Masters of the current age, after all.

And she certainly was a Queen - there wasn't a soul in the Southern Systems who wouldn't treat her as thus.

Except [member="Derek Dib"].

With her hand placed upon his shoulder, the Sith felt the rush in his Apprentice. Felt that push that edged him closer to the Abyss. Felt as if he were on Maramere once more. And just as before, there would be no hesitation. Darth Metus would do whatever it took to protect what he and his Confederacy had built. He would do whatever it took to maintain the home that Srina had bled for.

No Mercy.

 

[Seren]

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"]​

Because we're a pack.

That...Was the largest lie that the Young Wolf had ever heard. To even spit those words was a slap in the face. A Pack? A Pack?! In what universe did a pack abandon its own? In what universe did one ditch the young to pursue the old? In what universe was anything that [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] did considered packlike. No. What she did...She did for herself. Seren's gaze burned from his sibling to her mate.

Yes. She did it all for herself. Look at her now. She had ditched them all to "find her", but where was Chloe? She wasn't aboard this ship - Seren would have smelt her miles away. She wasn't anywhere remotely close. And yet, Katrine had the time to find someone to mount her?

All hope died within Seren's gaze. The cool, winter blue gave way to wrath. A ring of crimson seized the circumference of the iris. Sulfur darkness smothered the remainder of the ice. The Dark Side began to fall mightily among the Young Wolf. No longer was the loving, little sibling of the Nightmother within the room - but an angry Sith.

Unconsciously, the temperature of the room because to Rise.

Where once beads of anxious sweat dotted Seren's brow, now steam began to form. Painful evaporations only worked to deepen his rage. Unbidden by his conscious will, Seren began to command the Force to ignite everything. The room. Her Mate. Her. Himself.

"You. Selfish. Lying. Witch."

"A Pack? No. A Pack would have taken us all with you. A Pack wouldn't have left us to 'Father' dearest. A Pack would have given two chits more about siblings, rather than getting a kark buddy."

He paused his rant to spit at the feet of [member="Gerwald Lechner"]. The glob boiled the second it hit the floor. "You. Did you even care, ever? All those years...Did you even give a damn at all?"

His claw twitched, but he did not attack. There was but a small shred of restraint left in the Young Wolf. But it was waning, fast.

 

[Edric Vanyan]

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Location: Fortressa, Ceremony Room​

Post: 4​

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"No, if I wanted to be around family for this, I would have stay here and stood there infront of yours... this is something for us, not the people of my planet, not my family, its our marriage." He said that with a bit more confidence, eyes still nervous and him still shifting around alot now, his moment of confidence melting away as he stared at her and found himself looking at her eyes and then looking away.

"Anyways, my point is we only need a single witness, and Nida can be that. So I say we just get on the ship and do this in the manner that we prefer." He held out his hand waiting for her to take it before she would be brought into the ship through the airlock. Edric didn't bring her to any hall or private room, instead he lead her to an observation deck, one that could look out into the stars and nebula that fill the reaches of space.

He would stand there by the window, pulling her to stand across from him and smile as he leaned his head forward and rested it against her own forehead. He looked at her eyes and smiled as he held her there and just said nothing for a few moments before kissing her quickly and speaking again.

"I think I am suppose to make promises or something like that... I vow to always be there for you, no matter what happens and will be there to protect and stand next to you no matter what." He waited to see if what he said was correct or not, unsure he had done it right.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #3​

Attn: [member="Amethyst Atreides"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Srina Talon"]​

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Spoiler: Fleet Roster

• Flagship of the Armada: CNS Midnight Exigent (Dreadnought)

CAPITAL STRIKE GROUP GEONOSIS (94 Ships):

• Flagship: CNS Invictus (Invictus-class Battlecruiser)

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (32 Ships):

• 14x Adjudicator-class Star Destroyers
• 10x Recusant II-class Star Destroyers
• 8x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers

- Carriers (16 Ships):

• 1x Lucrehulk II-class Battleship
• 1x Pharaoh-class Battlecarrier
• 8x Providence II-class Assault Carriers
• 6x Overseer-class Interdictor Carriers

- Cruisers (12 Ships):

• 5x Munificent-class Heavy Cruisers
• 7x Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers

- Frigates (18 Ships):

• 8x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 10x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (15 Ships):

• 15x Reaper-class Corvettes

7th CARRIER ATTACK GROUP (34 Ships):

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (4 Ships):

• 4x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers

​- Carriers (9 Ships):

• 8x Providence II-class Assault Carriers
• 1x Overseer-class Interdictor Carriers

​- Frigates (13 Ships):

• 5x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 8x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (8 Ships):

• 8x Reaper-class Corvettes

16th FLEET SECTION (23 Ships):

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (3 Ships):

• 1x Recusant II-class Star Destroyers
• 2x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers

- Carriers (2 Ships):

• 2x Providence II-class Assault Carriers

- Cruisers (7 Ships):

• 4x Spearhead-class Artillery Cruisers
• 1x Munificent-class Heavy Cruisers
• 2x Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers

- Frigates (4 Ships):

• 1x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 3x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (7 Ships):

• 5x Reaper-class Corvettes
• 2x Watchman-class Corvettes

Deployed Fighters:

• 1x T-77 "Talon" Stealth Interceptor Squadron
• 100x Vulture MkII Droid Starfighter Squadrons
• 20x Death Glider Squadrons
• 4x TIE/ss Squadrons

• Sword Armada
  Sector X-41

The Sith Lord's eyes drifted to his lover and his face lit up with a warm smile that was reserved only for her. Her presence on the bridge of his flagship lifted his spirits even as her outfit made his mind drift to the night they had spent together, to the memories that they were building together. She gave him a reason to fight, beyond simple vengeance, a reason he could not quite describe through words, yet which was gradually becoming more important than anything else. She had given him something to live for and it only made his resolve that much stronger.

It was time to put an end to this imperial threat, once and for all. He had seen it happen a thousand times before. Instability led to infighting as various groups fought to fill the power gap and seize control of the nation. When the Empire exploded into civil war, the conflict would likely spill into the Confederacy and that simply could not be allowed. This nation was now a home, for him and his people. For the woman who stood at his side. For all of their sakes, the imperial forces in this sector had to be neutralized before they fell into the hands of some enterprising warlord who might think to raid Confederate territory for weapons and supplies.

The great Confederate armada assembled here, simply could not allow any of the imperial ships to escape. Every enemy vessel that was destroyed, was one less threat to deal with later. One less thing that could threaten Amethyst's home. "Comms, order the interdictors to activate their gravity wells," the Sith Lord ordered.

Like pieces of a puzzle falling into place, the Lord of Admirals' maneuvers were gradually painting an ugly picture for the imperial forces. His armada had split into three sections, all shielding the artillery cruisers at the massive fleet's heart, which stood poised to strike like a spear into the heart of the enemy. His plan was almost ready to unfold.

Like fish chasing a juicy worm, several imperial fighter squadrons took the bait and broke away from their concealed positions to chase after the scouts. The Overlord smiled. "Flight control, have our Talons split into four pairs and execute tactical hyperspace jumps to these four coordinates. They are to engage the enemy in rapid succession and keep harassing them. Meanwhile, I want you to dispatch twenty Vulture droid squadrons to reinforce them. They are to converge on the imperials from two directions, front and rear. An additional twenty squadrons are to loop around the enemy formation and attack the imperial fleet from behind," he instructed, the tactical droid silently relaying his instructions.

The T-77 interceptors would strike first. Using their stealth capabilities and attacking from multiple directions would confuse the enemy fighters, giving the impression that they were far more numerous. In their haste to catch Tacitus' 'scouts', the imperials had split their numerically inferior starfighter complement into two. Now, they would pay dearly for their mistake, as hundreds of Vulture droids would descend upon both groups of enemy fighters and annihilate them.

With a satisfied smile, the Lord of Admirals opened a comms channel to the Vicelord's flagship. "Vicelord, have your ship charge its pulse cannons and prepare to fire at that defense station, but do not target lock them, yet. We are about to draw the imperial fleet away from it and leave it exposed."

A few quick instructions later, a group of five Adjudicator-class Star Destroyers, escorted by several Ardan II flak frigates and a pair of Valiant II-class Star Destroyers, performed a tactical jump, emerging from hyperspace on the enemy's flanks just as twenty squadrons of Vulture droids swarmed all over the enemy formation. As expected, the defense station opened fire on the Confederate ships that were now engaging the few star destroyers that the imperial forces had in this sector, but in the end it would not matter. Hammered by the Confederate vessels and swarmed by countless droids, the imperial ships had no choice but to readjust their formation, giving the Dread Queen a clear shot at the station. It was time for the end game.

The Invictus split off from the main battlegroup and pulled away on a diagonal trajectory, joining the carriers. The artillery vessels were ready to jump. And Tacitus once more opened a channel to the Dread Queen. "Its time to take out that station, Vicelord. Please have your ship remove the target's shields."

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[Zesiro]

The young woman knew what Edric was true and accurate. Giving his hands a squeeze with her own, she would allow him to lead her aboard the yacht. He was giving signs of his fading courage.

He guided her to the observation deck where Nida waited for them. For a few moments he let the silence hang between them, ending that with a quick kiss. She smiled at the gesture and listened to his words. Everything here was more real than it could have been in front of many others. He gave a simple vow to her and that was enough. Words came from her though in abundance.

"I promise to encourage your compassion,
Because that is what makes you unique and wonderful.
I promise to nurture your dreams,
Because through them your soul shines.
I promise to help shoulder our challenges,
For there is nothing we cannot face if we stand together.
I promise to be your partner in all things,
Not possessing you, but working with you as a part of the whole.
Lastly, I promise to you perfect love and perfect trust,
For one lifetime with you could never be enough.
This is my sacred vow to you, my equal in all things.

"You are my lover and my teacher,
You are my model and my accomplice,
And you are my true counterpart.
I will love you, hold you and honor you,
I will respect you, encourage you and cherish you,
In health and sickness,
Through sorrow and success,
For all the days of my life.

"I promise to be your lover, companion and friend,
Your partner in parenthood,
Your ally in conflict,
Your greatest fan and your toughest adversary.
Your comrade in adventure,
Your student and your teacher,
Your consolation in disappointment,
Your accomplice in mischief.
This is my sacred vow to you, my equal in all things. All things.

"You have been my best friend, mentor, playmate, confidant and my greatest challenge. But most importantly, you are the love of my life and you make me happier than I could ever imagine and more loved than I ever thought possible... You have made me a better person, as our love for one another is reflected in the way I live my life. So I am truly blessed to be a part of your life, which as of today becomes our life together."

It was more than she ever said all at once, but it was as if everything she had ever thought or felt needed to be expressed and that is exactly what Zesiro did. Laid everything out for him and then fell silent. Heartbeats passed and she looked at Edric.

Wrapping her hands lightly behind his neck and head, she pulled him close to whisper.

"I love you."

And sealed it with a kiss.
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[member="Edric Charr"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Seren"]​

Seren’s words did more damage than he could have intended. There was no way he knew that Gerwald had done the exact same thing. He had left his own family behind to follow the Confederacy, and even more Katrine. His words angered him so much. Gerwald was more than a Kark buddy and it was certainly not why Katrine had left.

Seren knew it, deep down he knew it.

He spit at his feet, and Gerwald growled inside. There was no way he should be able today these things and get away with it. His eyes looked at the spit Seren had laid at his feet. He stepped between Seren and Katrine. The twitching arm concerned.

 

[Srina Talon]

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Aboard the Dread Queen​

A pale brow lofted at the response from the Sith Lord before her. Perhaps, he had misunderstood her, when she commented about the state of the Empire. The Echani woman was very matter of fact. Rain fell. Snow was cold. Srina Talon was exact. Precise, in such a way, that it nearly felt surgical. When she spoke, despite the fact that the honeyed, melodic sound filled the bridge, there was a chill. “Are we not part of the dark my Master?”

For all the many, many things the Imperials had done—hoarding Darksiders was not something they could actively persecute them for. Srina had a distinctly foul taste in her mouth for them after the events that transpired on Dagobah and Tatooine. If nothing else it was enough to keep her distaste flowing for a nation that had been a constant thorn in their side. The only thing good to come out of their skirmishes with the Empire was the acquisition of [member="Adron Malvern"].

Previous hostilities aside, he was her friend, and she did not make them lightly.

The slender Sith Apprentice could only shake her head at the enthusiasm of [member="Darth Metus"]. A gentle sigh, indulgent, passed through primrose lips. He could be so excitable. Though she would never admit it aloud it was part of the reason she found him so endearing. Ever was he the fire to her ice. “Yours? Is she now…”, Srina responded slowly, a light, almost imperceptible laugh escaping her. On occasion, she wasn’t sure if he was referring to her or the super star destroyer.

She held to his shoulder regardless, silent support, and lent her focus to his already impressive reflexes. There was a sense of innate power that jumped between them and Srina accepted it in silence as the battle began. The Vicelord would do what needed to be done, exactly, as he always did. To lead was to sacrifice and Darth Metus knew that better than most. Blood, pain, sweat and tears were the only way to true victory against the worst of the worst. The Imperial threat, though dwindling, still fit the bill.

Enemy ships began to fall almost immediately. She could see the troops of [member="Darth Tacitus"] pulling their weight as they obeyed orders. The automated personnel aboard the Dread Queen behaved in much the same way. Mindless, strict, obedience. They existed in that function by design. Srina watched, learned, and listened. Fleeting was something entirely new to her, however, she wanted to learn. She needed to. Commanding the Fortressa or the Ferocity was nothing compared to this.

The voice of Darth Tacitus, of Kainan, poured through the comms to signal that it was time to perform their function. She waited with baited breath to see if the plan would follow through. “It’s justice. Ours, perhaps, but there is no need for mercy. Remove them from our space.”

There was no hesitation in the quiet woman. There was no room for compassion, for gentleness, when their enemy was right there. It was time to be done with this. This area had been plagued for too long with their constant fire-fights and prodding. They tested each other, never actually doing any real harm, but the time for reconnaissance was most definitely over.

Silver eyes would reflect the light of the pulse cannons once Darth Metus made the order to lock and fire. She did not turn her eyes away from the holo-screen that depicted the battlefield. Many would die. Some, simply, for following orders. They deserved to be seen at the very least while their weaponry returned them to dust.

[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Amethyst Atreides"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Objective: Feeling guilty
Wearing: This (Dathomirian symbols across her exposed skin not seen in the picture)
Post: Eleven

She could see it. Blue replaced by the dark and angry gaze. Before she had even felt the Force come to burn with his wrath, began to work. Ceta è caduto There had been times in her life when she had heard the words when she had seen lips moving to speak them. The prophecy. She had seen in Mother's memories what times of them being Sith was, she had seen the havoc they brought and enjoyed. It was all entertaining to the child unmistakably going dark herself in those times.

Nothing though, nothing had brought on the sight of the hawks plummeting from the skies the way this moment had. The most innocent of them, the sweetest, the kindest of her siblings. Her sweet Seren. His anger was palpable. And then it hit her. This is all my fault, Katrine realized. You. Selfish. Lying. Witch. Already, Katrine could feel the temperature rise, her skin feeling the rapidly raising warmth around her. "Seren...," she'd tried again, only to hear him talk about the pack, about taking them all with her, not leaving them to their Father. ...rather than getting a kark buddy, Her head snapped suddenly to the side, watching the spit drop and fester, boiling on the ground.

Did she even care? All those years.

His words burned. More so than the heat around her. More so than the pain she caused herself every time she thought about them, wondered about them, missed them. He wouldn't believe her if she even tried speaking to him of it now, she knew. There had always been joy in her brother's adoration. Ram was her twin, she loved him. They'd come into the world together, they would always be close but Seren wasn't obligated to love her as much as he did. And he loved her. Now though, that love seemed to be completely replaced by the rage emitting from him.

Gerwald stepped in between them before she had even managed to speak.

"Stop," Katrine spoke, moving away from her tall cover. It was meant for both of them. "Seren, look at me, she kept moving as she talked. Gerwald wanting to stand between her and her brother was admirable but right now, it was the last thing he should have been doing. He was her brother and already, he was assuming the very worst about him. "Really look at me. I'm not the same. Look at what the journey did to you. You can't see what it did to me." The only thing truly visible on her was her hair. It wasn't the same but it was just a physical representation of what she'd been through. What she had endured. Katrine wanted to show him, she wanted me to see. "I wanted to come home. I wanted to find her and bring her back. This wasn't supposed to be home. I missed you and Ram every day. I missed our Mother and Father. Our real Mother and Father." He wouldn't believe her, she knew he wouldn't. Not with what she felt from him right now.

"See me. Please see me. It's me. Free from the voice, free from the imaginary friend. I love you and I missed you but you need to see,"[/i] her hand extended. Her action meant no harm but Father could read them through their blood. He could taste it, see and feel everything. Katrine couldn't begin to put into words what she'd been through right now, she couldn't tell him about the journey, about Chloe being gone, about Avarisa finally grabbing her and nearly destroying her on Orcus; about missing them, about them always being on her mind. He could see though. Katrine wanted him to see. Her blood wouldn't lie to him. He could see she still loved him, see what she'd endured to get here.

[member="Seren"] [member="Gerwald Lechner"]​

 

[Mira Cavataio]

Objective: Surprise sweet La'Ca
Wearing: This (protective tattoos not shown on image)
Post: Twelve

Her words and tone had been effective. La'Ca had stopped and gone to stand. Mira sat up, inspecting straps and readjusting her dress before she took the offered hand and stood. It was a delightful dress and she liked the way those strings held on to her skin. For later, the Witch reminded herself why she was doing what she was doing. Minor detail though, to the rest of it.

Mira had wondered about her gifts and sure enough, her favorite would deliver. She listened, moving closer as she adjusted the silver fabric on La. Not because of the dress or appearance, not at all. Two gifts were already waiting, she heard as her fingers traced overexposed skin. One was only fun. There were more targets but her pet hadn't done anything. "Show me," she requested. Those already waiting could wait. Mira was curious about the ones La'Ca was still watching.

[member="La'Ca Cavataio"]​

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Location: Private Room
Nearby: N/A
Outfit: dress without any footwear
Post: #13

Petra was bored. The amusement of the event had passed. Family fighting, screaming drama queen, the main couple being odd, and her girls being themselves in public. It was all just yawns. The mood could have been caused by what all she witnessed, but it could also be the nasty, awful feelings of being on a ship. She hated them and was now swearing off being on one for any event in the future. Travel was fine but this long of stay was icky and dirty to her. So, she went back to her room to gather her items to leave. There were plans she needed to follow through. That was more important now to her.

 

[La'Ca Cavataio]

Location: Fortressa (top secret, maybe behind you right now)
Nearby: [member="Mira Cavataio"], [member="Alessandra Creed"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member=Akabane], and sorry everyone else
Post #14

La’Ca scanned the area. There was one that was getting smashed, but she did not see her anymore. Of course, she did not know Scherezade ran out because La was all over her Mistress like white on rice. There were others still to eye and see if Mira liked the eye candies. First one that La glanced over and pointed out was the yummy male in that shiny crimson suit. It had been the suit that caught her attention but yeah it was shiny red in her mind. Like she wanted to run her hands over it to feel the texture and material.

The second one, well actually two were with each other. She pointed out Alessandra and Adron. The one that looked close to her own Mistress and the boy toy. Chuckling softly, the ideas she had with Mira and Alessandra were having the fun. Those thoughts were the best distractions. It was such a distraction that she forget to ask Mira if she liked those or wanted other options.

 

[Malok]

[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"]​

Are we not part of the dark, My Master?

The Demon lofted a brow at the chilled inquiry of his Apprentice. What he had meant by his previous statement was pointing out his own personal confusion at the state of the Galactic Empire. If what she had spoken was true - then the Imperial nation was ripping itself apart over the alignment of its liege. He was a Sith, supposedly. But if the Empire - which housed its own Dark Siders and eagerly stood alongside other Dark nations - drew the line at their master…no, it just made no sense. To Darth Metus at least. He wanted to think that there was something more to this civil war, something that made sense to the workings of his mind.

But when it came to eradicating his enemies, there was not much point to spending time understanding them. Reaching, he placed his fingertips upon her hand. As always, she was his closest ally - his home and dearest friend. Her hand simply upon his shoulder was a physical testament to the ethereal bond that linked their lives. Boundless strength flowed between the pair; so much so that the Sith wondered if ever they could be bested together. In this moment, decades of Echani focus poured into Darth Metus’ psyche. His commands to the bridge crew, in response to [member="Darth Tacitus"] ‘ strategy, were flawless and direct.

The Dread Queen banked. The Solar Pulse Cannons began to flare to life.

”No, my Apprentice. We are the Dark.” he said, once his orders had been followed. As was the case with all weapons of extraordinary might, there would be a brief period of time before the weapon could be fired. The Imperial force would have a few precious moments to witness the full might of the Confederacy. But after, they would know the sweetest embrace of Oblivion. ”And what I meant, dearest Srini...is that it doesn’t add up to me. For the Empire to fight itself over a Sith ruling them...they have Dark Siders within and ally themselves with Darkness. How is that the line?”

The sound of [member="Srina Talon"] ‘s life was more than enough to shatter his train of thought. The chime of her bemusement only caused his grin to widen - caused his energy to heighten. Is she now she inquired. ”Damn right.” came his response. ”Always.”

And in this, he was speaking about both the Dread Queens in his life.

The mirthless tone of a Droid returned the Sith’s attention to the task at hand. His order to rend the Station apart was absolute - and the Dread Queen responded to its Master’s command. A shudder rattled the Bridge. Power exploded forth from the Starboard Cannon. A violet disc screamed across the black, before crashing directly into the station. The station’s shielding meant nothing in the face of the Solar Pulse Cannon. They were as a wet napkin standing up against a blaster bolt. The impact bit into the station.

The Vicelord has done his part, now it was time for the Lord of Admirals to finish the job.

 

[Seren]

What [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] did not realize...was that Seren was already gone.

As the heat continued to rise in the room, the onboard safety measures of the Fortressa stepped in. The Confederacy was not daft enough not to have something as simple as extinguishers about their first Flagship; and therefore a mechanical wrrrrrr soon filled the room. Nozzles extended from their hiding places above before mercilessly dousing the Sith and his sibling in a literal downpour. As the words of his beloved, elder sibling filled his ears, an old memory danced before his eyes. He remembered...when once, so long ago, he had sat before their Uncle and asked the question.

What is a Sith?

The answer? Let the Past Die. Adopting the mantle Darth was meant as a challenge to the Galaxy, a sign of dominance, a symbol of strength. But beyond that, it was meant to show that the old had been burned away by the Dark Side. That a new creature had been born in the wake of a weaker husk. Seren Van-Derveld Hawk was that weaker husk. He was a creature that pined for the love and affection of an elder sister. He was a creature who allowed himself to be afflicted in the pursuit of her. But in this moment, his eyes were truly opened.

The Young Wolf lowered his claw. A calm befell him as he realized the sorry state of his life. While amber yet stained his eyes, the power which set the room boiling waned.

”I should thank you, Katrine.”

His voice was yet dangerous.

”You were my everything. My shelter from the sting of our Home. My happiness. My Peace. But you have shown me, more than anyone in the Galaxy…”

”Peace is a Lie.”​

The Young Wolf did not tarry for any further that day. He turned his back on Katrine, just as she had done to him. Her words, her pleading, her lies, fell upon deaf ears. In their world...in their bloody future, the Van-Derveld line was a tale of horror. Of Sith running rampant across the Stars. The Nightmother had been the sole shield keeping her youngest sibling far from the edge; but this had been the push he needed. As he wrenched open the door once more, his spirit was plummeting into the Abyss. Never again would the blue of his eyes see the light of day. Never again would Seren look upon the Van-Derveld name as his own.

The Young Wolf had died. In his place was only...scorn.

Darth Skorn.​

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #4​

Attn: [member="Amethyst Atreides"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Srina Talon"]​

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Spoiler: Fleet Roster

• Flagship of the Armada: CNS Midnight Exigent (Dreadnought)

CAPITAL STRIKE GROUP GEONOSIS (94 Ships):

• Flagship: CNS Invictus (Invictus-class Battlecruiser)

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (32 Ships):

• 14x Adjudicator-class Star Destroyers
• 10x Recusant II-class Star Destroyers
• 8x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers

- Carriers (16 Ships):

• 1x Lucrehulk II-class Battleship
• 1x Pharaoh-class Battlecarrier
• 8x Providence II-class Assault Carriers
• 6x Overseer-class Interdictor Carriers

- Cruisers (12 Ships):

• 5x Munificent-class Heavy Cruisers
• 7x Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers

- Frigates (18 Ships):

• 8x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 10x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (15 Ships):

• 15x Reaper-class Corvettes

7th CARRIER ATTACK GROUP (34 Ships):

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (4 Ships):

• 4x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers

​- Carriers (9 Ships):

• 8x Providence II-class Assault Carriers
• 1x Overseer-class Interdictor Carriers

​- Frigates (13 Ships):

• 5x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 8x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (8 Ships):

• 8x Reaper-class Corvettes

16th FLEET SECTION (23 Ships):

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (3 Ships):

• 1x Recusant II-class Star Destroyers
• 2x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers

- Carriers (2 Ships):

• 2x Providence II-class Assault Carriers

- Cruisers (7 Ships):

• 4x Spearhead-class Artillery Cruisers
• 1x Munificent-class Heavy Cruisers
• 2x Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers

- Frigates (4 Ships):

• 1x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 3x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (7 Ships):

• 5x Reaper-class Corvettes
• 2x Watchman-class Corvettes

Deployed Fighters:

• 1x T-77 "Talon" Stealth Interceptor Squadron
• 100x Vulture MkII Droid Starfighter Squadrons
• 20x Death Glider Squadrons
• 4x TIE/ss Squadrons

• Sword Armada
  Sector X-41

A long time ago, the Empire had relentlessly hounded a ragtag fleet of refugees, fleeing the destruction of their homeland. Like a ravenous beast, the enemy had pursued its quarry, seeking to wipe all traces of their existence and reduce countless lives to molten slag. Battered, bruised, but never broken, the survivors had vowed revenge. That was then.

This was now. With a flash of lightning, the shields of the imperial station blinked out of existence. Formidable as they were, the defenses never stood a chance against the full force of the Confederacy's flagship and collapsed like a wet paper towel struck by a lightsaber. The imperials had fought valiantly, but ultimately, their resistance had been futile from the start. They may as well have bowed their heads in surrender and accepted their inevitable deaths.

With the station's shields down and its defense fleet herded away, the defense platform was now exposed for the final phase of the Lord of Admirals' plan. Seeing the pieces fall into place, he smiled. A few orders swiftly deployed half of Capital Strike Group Geonosis in formation around the exposed imperial vessels and began to pound them into heaps of molten slag, the interdictors' gravity wells blinking in and out just long enough for the hammer to drop on the enemy. Surrounded on all sides and trapped by the interdictors, the imperials stood no chance. Appeals for mercy and cries of surrender fell on deaf ears as the Shrouded Republic gave the imperials the same amnesty that they had been given in turn.

"Sixteenth Fleet Section, execute tactical jump to these three coordinates. You may fire when ready," the Sith Lord instructed calmly.

Like a fan, or perhaps a set of raptor claws, the 16th Fleet Section broke into three groups, each jumping several kilometers forward from their positions. Then, defended by their escorts, the artillery cruisers turned to face their target. By the time the imperials figured out what was going on, it was already too late.

Four massive durasteel slugs, propelled by the Spearhead cruisers at a measurable percentage of the speed of light, slammed into the station's armor with devastating effect, punching holes deep into the station itself. By themselves, they were not enough to destroy it, but the Overlord was not yet done.

"Comms, patch through to the Dread Queen and the Invictus, please," the Lord of Admirals ordered. "Gunnery crews, synchronize composite beam cannons with the other two vessels and begin the countdown."

It was the countdown of death. Spaced perfectly apart, the two super star destroyers and the smaller battlecruiser would emerge from behind the artillery cruisers just as their powerful main weapons prepared to fire. When the timer hit zero, three bright beams of light would converge like spears upon the imperial station, seeking the wounds made by the metallic slug, plunging deep into the station's heart and emerging on the other side.

And the last imperial forces within the sector lit up the void with a small, brief sun as they died.

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[Ascendant Muse]

The Light of Decimation pierced the black one last time.

This day, the Confederacy’s unrelenting force had been the source of fireworks. Whilst the Fortressa yet tarried in their wake, the Dread Queen and the Midnight Exigent spearheaded the destruction of all resistance. The Imperial border forces were broken - and new dominance was exerted over an area of space that had formerly been skirmished over.

But what of the special day? With the lovers now eternally bound and the spirits being pursued, there was not a soul aboard the Fortressa that would not consider the day one to be remembered.

*** As of this post the dominion is being posted to the Map Updates thread, please feel free to continue your stories! ***​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: One of the seats in the back of the wedding hall
Wearing: This incredibly revealing dress + combat boots
Wielding: Czerka knives in her combat boots, a champagne glass filled with vodka
Tags: [member="Lyla Quinn"] [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"]
Posts: 5

She'd been leaning against the wall, sitting down. Her face was wet, her throat was raw. Everything hurt. She knew her hands were broken, but she did not want to take care of it right now. She wanted to keep drinking, drink more and more until the liquor took her over and she lost consciousness. It was unfair. Nothing of what was happening was fair. The reasons why began to form in her mind again and she took another big gulp from her bottle, trying to force the thinking to stop. Just stop. She couldn't think anymore. She didn't want to think, or feel, or do anything anymore. She didn't even want to exist right now.

And then a voice, asking her if she was needed help or got turned around.

Red rimmed eyes snapped at the person who'd asked. Couldn't she see that Scherezade simply wanted to be left alone?! She screamed, "LEAVE ME ALONE" at the top of her lungs. Again the Force did not come to her aide.

She tried to get up. She needed to get off the floor. She needed to find out where she was and find her way back to her ship, back into the walls that were covered in the Darkness. There was only Dearness for her, and no one else. Everyone had betrayed her, lied to her, broken her. But the Darkness had been honest, the Darkness had spoken the truth time and time again.

It was then that the two droids sent by [member="Alessandra Creed"] arrived. She didn't know what sort of protocol droids they were, and she wasn't going to find out. It was probably CIS-issued which meant nothing good for her anyway.

Without waiting for the purple and white haired guard, Scherezade closed the distance between her and the nearest droid, grabbing it with both of her broken hands, and just smashed it into the opposite wall with enough Force and force to break both the droid and the metal coating the wall.

The second droid received the same treatment, though it had time to send a shot into her right shoulder. She didn't care. Physical pain was wonderful. Physical meant she did not feel the pain in her soul.

You are weak, child.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Location: The Fortressa Ceremony Hall
Objective: Watch the ceremony
Interacting with: [member="Alessandra Creed"]
Wearing: This
Equipment: Walking Stick
Post: III

Much like his counterpart, Adron's eyes became narrowed at the great time taken for the bride and groom to make their appearance. He ran a hand over the cuff of his sleeve, sliding it back to reveal a tasteful black watch. It was past time to begin and yet they stood in waiting with not even the groom in their view. Things like this were certainly noticeable to any with a sense of punctuality, more so by Adron. He said nothing on it, as Alessandra spoke into her comm device he watched with a bit of interest. When the holoscreen was showed to him, he leaned in a bit, a dry chuckle erupting from his throat. "Crude." Was all he said, before leaning back into his seat with a very content expression, bordering a grin. "And I wore one of my best suits." He said, feigning a sense of agitation at the bride and groom's display.

As Alessandra settled closer to Adron, he simply nodded at her words. He enjoyed how close the woman was, but he would not tell her. It was better for both of them that she not know that he was enjoying the Minister a bit more than she should. When Alessandra spoke of a runaway bride and groom, Adron could not help but maintain that entertained expression. The thought of running from your wedding party was something that Adron would never consider. No, ceremonies like this were in his blood to the extent where anything else would just feel out of place or odd. Of course Adron understood that everyone was not the same and some people would rather forgo the ceremony and merely take to the stars with their love. Childish thoughts that didn't truly have a place in Adron's galaxy.

When Alessandra said she would wait to tell the others, Adron thumbed over the peak of his cane for a moment. "Well, there ae worse ways to burn through an evening."

 

[Alessandra Creed]

Location: The Fortressa - Ceremony/Banquet Hall
Wearing: This
Interacting With: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"]

Alessandra watched the absconding couple with a rather morbid curiosity. [member="Edric Charr"] and [member="Zesiro"] were quite possibly the oddest couple she had ever seen, but there was something quixotic about sweeping away, vanishing like smoke. Brown eyes flecked with cinnamon softened momentarily when the groom waved at one of her drones. She nodded her head slowly, accepting what they had chosen, and mentally prepared the necessary announcements. She let it sit still for a little bit and instead chose to lean back against the Minister of War for a little bit while the chatter around them kept going with the light orchestral music.

“Hush now, Minister. It’s not as if your suit was a waste...”, she trailed off slowly, not bothering to look at him, considering that she didn’t need to. If he hadn’t known that she favored him before the fact that she was currently using him for a man-shaped space heater should have tipped him off. “I like it.”

The raven-haired Minister of Commerce closed her eyes for a few moments before she moved to stand. A prompt wave of her hand in the air caused the music to stop in a cacophonous mess. “Thank you all for coming. It seems that the bride and groom have, extremely romantically, decided to elope on their own. Worry not. We will ensure that all of the well-wishing and wedding gifts arrive to them all the same. Now. Since we’re all here, and the Confederacy has spent a fortune, please don’t let the festivities go to waste. Dance. Eat. Mingle.”

“And for goodness sakes PLEASE have a drink. We could all use one.”

It was the truth. After the fall of the Alliance many were still shaken by the show of violence from the Sith Empire. The CIS generally kept to itself, aside from general expansion, but they didn’t typically engage. A skirmish here, an invasion there, it truly seemed better to build what they had. To offer a better way. A better life. A place for anyone that wanted to simply exist without the need to fall into a strict mold or belief system. Alessandra looked out at the collective faces who stared, and she tilted her head, before sighing gently. “Well? What are you waiting for? Shoo!”

She moved her hands toward the door and they laughed at her antics. Alessandra could be personable. If she wanted to. Most of the time, she simply chose not to be, in order to keep a very black and white frame of mind. The guests left, headed toward the banquet hall, and the shapely Creed turned her focus back on her date. Her gaze lingered, however, she was abruptly interrupted by a ping on her comm. There were two missives. One, was a notice from [member="Darth Metus"] and [member="Darth Tacitus"] that their objectives had been a success, and the other was regarding a situation not far away.

Expressive eyes narrowed, faintly, and she sighed. “We may have a situation.”

“There’s been minuscule damage to the interior of the Fortressa. I sent droids to investigate, however, they’re now engaging. Something must have damaged their systems because the protocol droids are not programmed to fight back. Drones are inbound to give us eyes.”

The Minister headed toward the exit that would take her toward the swiftest route. She had no weapon on her person, nothing in the slightest to defend herself, but Alessandra was more than just the pretty face she let others see. An amethyst charm around her neck kept her Force Signature hidden, for practical purposes, but she would accept any consequences. Regardless, she remained unafraid. Something told her that the Minister of War would be right beside her and that was all the assurances she needed.

The Fortressa was a behemoth. It was massive, and it took time, even following her holo-comm to find the source of the disturbance. Both she and [member="Adron Malvern"] entered the hallway with two young women and the remains of a few CIS droids. Her elegant brow furrowed. The one with earthen locks was injured, and from more, than just the droids. What had she been fighting? The Knight with multi-colored hair seemed fine. All too serious eyes flickered. Ah, the wall.

“I am Minister Creed and this is Minister Malvern. What are your names and what is happening here?”

Her tone was neither sharp nor kind. It was a reasonable request while seeing a young woman bloodied and wailing on the Fortressa at what should have been a joyous event. Too much to drink, perhaps?

 

[Cezar Alexandrescu]

Objective: BYOO - Patrol Duty (Security)
Location: Fortressa, Random Corridor
Armor: Project GARUDA | Obsidian-type Strike Armor (Look)
Weapons: Purple Lightsabers and Mini-Gamorrean Axe
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Alessandra Creed"]
Post Count: Lots

Of course the droids would get wreck, how impersonal can the CIS get with droids and drunk people. Cezar did not flinch or react from the slamming of the clankers. Being a person and trying to reason was her approach still, although angry drunks were not fun to deal with.

Being super calm with pulling off her feminine voice, “I can’t leave you alone… you aren’t supposed to be in this area. So let me help you to your room or ship. Then I can leave you alone… doesn’t that sound better?”

Cezar even paused to move in closer but in a very slow manner, baby steps. She was going to add bit about better come with her over having even more droids show up. Another had been thought up to point out that if kept being this way some form of action had to be taken. However, none of that came out. She felt others coming and when another’s voice came from behind.

A little bit of the ‘oh chit’ look surfaced on Cezar’s face. Like she needed ministers coming in and checking on the situation. There was some wedding going and they could have stayed at that part of the ship. Turning so Scherezade was to her left and the Ministers of blahness were to her right, she could be able to change focus better and be ready for anything.

Now she had to be proper and address those that arrived. Looking slightly towards Alessandra and Adron, she made sure there was some eye contact to be respectful. Keeping her voice the same as before, the answer came. “I am Knight Alexandrescu, Elisabeta Alexandrescu, and I was trying to peacefully have this guest come with me before and after the droids got…” Oh, Cezar wanted to say their justice. Impersonal clankers just getting in the way. “manhandle by the guest since they were threating and not assisting in the situation, Minister Creed.”