Belsavis Storm (GA v DB, BR, BE and any other sith)

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Arriving in the Belsavis system
Allies: GA folks [member="Lucius Varad"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Naiad Solari"] [member="Alexandra Russo"] [member="Zark"]
Enemies: Sith Interlopers [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Heim Avendahl"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Darth Eversor"]

Objective: Test out a new toy (Deving out a new interdictor cruiser for Aurora Industries)

Forces:

The Lorani - Kantos-class War Frigate
The Yul - Kantos-class War Frigate
The Chivalry - Illustrious-class Support Cruiser
The Honor - Illustrious-class Support Cruiser

The Entrap - Araneae-class Interdictor Cruiser

It was an odd set of coincidences that led Taeli and the small Aurora Industries corporate flotilla to be arriving in the Belsavis system. She had been taking a tour of a brand new type of interdictor cruiser the shipyards at Kesh had developed for the company, and Taeli had wanted to exhibit it to the Galactic Alliance for possible purchase. Equipped four next-gen gravity well generators and plenty of anti-fighter and anti-missile defensive guns, along with strong armor and shields, it was a tough nut to crack... even if it didn't carry any offensive weaponry besides tractor beams (if one counts tractor beams as a weapon). So, when she heard a Sith flotilla was on its way towards a world in the GA, she had decided to send the new Araneae-class cruiser into a live-fire experience for further testing.

Accompanying the interdictor were four of the ships that made up the Aurora security forces at Kesh, two Kantos frigates and two Illustrious cruisers, and that was the force that arrived at the edge of the system to see the Sith force.

"I can't believe they came to this world, of all places," Taeli said to the commanding security officer, an old commander she had poached from the dying Republic's ranks. "Why come to a prison world that is defended by one of the best and strongest private military company's in the galaxy and is smack dab in the middle of Alliance territory?"

"I couldn't say, Master Raaf," the commander said. "I do know we will make sure no enemy force is able to escape for whatever reason they did come here. More Alliance forces are on the way, even as we speak."

"Let's begin then," Taeli said, turning back to observe the space around the Belsavis system. The defense stations had opened fire on the Sith flotilla and that was most likely plenty of firepower to take out the enemy flotilla... but she knew Sith and that a smart one would keep some reserves.

"Launch all fighters and fall into a defensive position around the Entrap," the commander ordered. "Entrap, fire up your gravity well projectors. Comm officer, send word to the task force patrolling the region that a gravity well is being deployed so they have fair warning when they arrive."

Two squadrons of AI-05 Lunar fighters launched, while the other four ships of the Aurora force fell into a defensive circle around the interdictor cruiser in case the Sith decided to attack it as the gravity wells fired up and placed their artificial gravity shadows in the system, ensuring no ship could exit the system now until the ship was either knocked out of commission... or the enemy was eliminated and trapped on the surface of a prison world... half the job done then.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: En route to Belsavis
Allies: GA | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member=Zark] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Naiad Solari"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Lucius Varad"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: Sith | [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Ajarod Shova"] | [member=Vaulkhar] | [member="Darth Odium"] | [member=Ultimatum] | [member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Heim Avendahl"]

"Comm signal, captain!"

Yvanos Dankar sighed inwardly. The officer's voice clearly carried his excitement, which was unbecoming in regards to such a trivial event. Just one more indication of how green certain members of this crew were. Oh, they could do their jobs, and do so to his satisfaction, but that didn't mean they weren't green. In three cases, literally. He'd been fortunate enough to grab some old compatriots from the Republic before someone else had snagged them, fortunate that their new employer had accepted them. But everyone still needed to work together to actually become a crew.

"Should I play the message, sir?"

"No, I have the text. Helm, prepare a course for Belsavis, alert me when it's ready. XO has the bridge."

Without another word, Dankar left the bridge and headed for a nearby stateroom. Even as the captain of this vessel, he was not the ultimate authority: that rested with his employer. That relationship, too, was still being felt out, but Dankar would treat the Sephi as a superior officer as well as a civilian, that seemed to fit best. Respect without expecting everything. Ultimately, it would be Sykes' decision whether or not to take them into Belsavis given the unfolding situation. The door opened with the announcement chime, and the captain found his employer at the desk of a comfortable-looking but plain room.

"Sir, a message has come through. Sith incursion at Belsavis. Various Alliance forces are responding."

Audren looked up from the desk. For all intents and purposes, this was a shakedown run, the first real traveling they'd done as a crew. Many - most - of the individuals on board had seen combat before, some of them individually and some in groups, but never together as this crew. Combat would be beneficial to a degree, not that he wanted to mar the brand new ship already. He hadn't expected something like this though, more along the line of pirates or Sith stragglers. But he was still getting to know the capabilities...maybe they'd surprise him.

"Your assessment, Captain?"

"Unknown numbers on either side, sir. If we don't overextend ourselves, we should do fine."

That sir thing would have to go, he'd have to find something else to replace it with. There was a short pause as the Jedi contemplated his options, as well as polling the Force for guidance. In the end, it came down to trusting the human's judgement; this sort of thing was why he'd hired him, after all. A nod.

"Set course for Belsavis then, and prepare the Tarlanc for battle. I'll be along to the bridge shortly."

"Yes sir."

Dankar was three steps out the door when his comm chimed and the navigation officer informed him that the course was ready. A few words was all it took to lay it in and initiate the hyperdrive...in minutes they would be arriving at the Belsavis system, and hopefully in a position to join other Alliance forces without fighting through a Sith fleet. The moment he stepped onto the bridge, orders started flowing.

"Sound General Quarters, action stations. Bring weapons and shields online."

 

[Hailyn]

Location: Rebel's Hope, Deployment Hangar
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Sith Ingrates
Objective: Kill the Sith

BONES


Life for the eldest daughter of the Kuhn family had become quite a bit more rough, and slightly more difficult, since Coruscant. She had a family she could return to, if she ever felt the need to try to belong somewhere - which she didn't - but there was not much left for her to fight against, to fight for. The One Sith was collapsing in on itself, the corruption of the Galactic Republic had finally consumed itself and it was in its final death throes following Kashyyk. What was a woman, raised to be the perfect human weapon, trained as a Jedi - a soldier - and living as a Mandalorian of sorts supposed to do when the fighting was over? Was she supposed to turn back and return "home"? Put her rifle down, hang her armor up, and forever leave her lightsabers behind - to live as a civilian, a nobody that dwelt with everybody else? War might end for the galaxy, but she was always going to wake up to the same dreams, the same faces - the same memories. She would never forget the death of her master, of Aaralyn Rekali, nor would she forget the sudden empty sensation in her heart when her mother had passed on Ziost. How could she?

War was all she knew, it was all she was. Fighting had consumed her, conflict was her life. Every moment of peace was, to her, comparable to the same war that many civilians feared and hated. And the grandest irony? She was fighting for it.

It was how Lisette found herself walking aboard the Rebel's Hope, how she found herself with another group of soldiers, wearing her armor with a blaster at her side and both of her lightsabers at either side of her hips. Former apprentice to the former sword of the Jedi - a title that was as pathetic as she realized that life beyond conflict would be for her. She wasn't a war hero, nobody would know - besides her siblings and step-father - what she did, what she accomplished.

Without this conflict to define her, who was she? What was she?

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Lisette stepped into the Illria dropship without a word spoken, her head angled down with eyelids that didn't quite say she was physically tired so much as she was weary of life in general. Although much of her body was, indeed, clothed in armor that did a good job of concealing possible vulnerabilities, it was still quite plain to see how much of a contrast there was between the pallor of her skin and the dark hair on her head. A momentary glance up, to notice the relief of the passengers and the smile on one man's face, and a flash of icy blue eyes swept over the men and women in the rear of the ship before settling back at the ground in front of her. While two lightsabers that hung from either side of her hips were a sign that she was, indeed, a Jedi or some kind of practitioner of the force, the air of adversity that trailed behind her, like a pestilence, did not quite encourage the notion that she belonged to the Jedi or New Jedi orders.

Not anymore, that is.

Another quick glance, this time without raising her eyelids or shifting the angle of her head, pulled the silver-haired man, a Jedi of some sort, into her gaze. He was smiling, seemingly oozing confidence - the kind of confidence that seemed staged, to her, like a cocky pilot assuring his crew that everything was going to be fine right before a suicide mission. The kind of look, attitude, that got people killed. While it probably seemed encouraging to the soldiers waiting to depart, to the nearly middle-aged Vahla it was immature at best. She'd grown out of that stage when she was in her late teens, not a trace of it remained in her nearly twenty years later. When she noticed the seat adjacent to him was vacant she was dead set on ignoring him for the flight into Belsavis, walking towards the direction of the spot without much concern or even expression present, but the sudden extension of a hand to her caught her attention - chained her attention to his naivete.

She lightly smacked the hand away with the back of her left, drawing a few whispers and a gasp from several of the others in the rear of the craft.

Rather than continue walking beyond the first available seat she saw beside him, however, Lisette opted to take her seat where she'd planned to since she noticed in several moments prior. "Don't offer your hand to someone you don't know, you'll end up regretting it." She said under her breath as she sat down and pulled the harness straps over her shoulder, not quite looking at him while she spoke. A moment to check over her belongings, ensuring the blaster was still strapped to her side along with the two lightsabers that were attached to loops at either side of her waist, and she raised her head up and tilted it to the side slightly to angle her gaze at him. "I'm here to put some Sith six feet under or otherwise jettison their dead bodies into space if I need to, I'm not here to make friends." Lisette added before giving him a once-over. Well built, slightly attractive, not quite her type - though she really didn't have a type - but certainly potential to live beyond being a simple meat bag with a gun or saber. "What's your name, kid?" She asked, not quite sure how old he was but certain that he looked younger than she was.

[member="Lucius Varad"]

 

[Zion Krayt]

Allies: Galactic Alliance,
Enemies: [member="Vaulkhar"], [member="Darth Eversor"]
Objective: Protect the Prison?
Location: The Prison.

After the Galactic Republic had once again fallen into disarray, the Jedi Master had returned home to the Galactic Alliance.

He had taken on a simple job.

The Jedi Master's blue lightsabre flashed through several Sith soldiers in the prison block.

Master Bishop? Well, he had joined the security of Belsavis's Prison. It was meant to be away from the fighting where he could be lazy, quiet, where he could grow old and finally die, but it appeared that the Sith didn't want to give him such a chance.

In the beginning of the fight, he had been alongside, [member="Michael Sardun"], but he had disappeared elsewhere in the fray. No matter. They were both more than competent alone. But that had been when they were inside, before the Sith had thought they were alone, save for the prisoners and their guards within the prison. I mean, who would have a prison with no security? That just didn't make any sense. Like, zero, really.

Dozens of Galactic Alliance soldiers fought alongside Zaren Bouqi. Perhaps the Sith hadn't brought the right tech with them, but the Alliance soldiers just needed to muster. Comon now. When the Sith had hit the Prison Block, the Alliance began the push back. A sudden eruption of blaster fire that was sent skittering across the hallway for the Sith. Zaren Bouqi himself had spotted the apparent leader of the attack, and headed for him as the other Alliance soldiers followed into the gap that he was spearing through the Sith lines. Easily enough, phrik armour protected him from the blaster bolts.

 

[Progflaw99]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-JqH1M4Ya8
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Location: XJ-7 Stealh-X Hangar. Belsavis Incom Facility.​

Allies: Incom | Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: Sith Rabble​

Objective: Protect Incom Assets​

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Garrus had been neck deep in a pile of paperwork, sorting, writing, signing, when the alarms sounded. The sudden shock of noise had caught him off guard, his half finished mug of coffee tipping over as he rose from behind his desk. He uttered a curse under his breath as he quickly righted the now empty mug and threw a nearby sweater on the mess hoping it absorbed some of the wasted beverage. Taking a few short strides to the door of his office he poked his head out. Test pilots and corporate security were running through the corridors, whatever this alarm was had decidedly stirred the hornet's nest. Reaching to the coat stand to his left the former pilot grabbed his worn leather flight jacket, slipping it on over his shirt. Now, it was time to go see what the fuss was about.

Dodging a few maintenance workers in the corridors Garrus made his way towards the nearest hangar. He'd specifically chosen his office close to one of his favorite ships that Incom had come up with, the XJ-7 Stealth-X Fighter. He may not be a pilot any more but he certainly loved the ships. Ever since the incident which had forced him into retirement, he'd been hesitant to go up on flights, especially in fighter craft. It had been the straw that broke the camel's back and if anything, Garrus was a camel. He'd seen his fair share of battles and even had a lengthy list of confirmed enemy aircraft shot down but that hadn't saved him from the rigors of war on the mind. As he strode towards the hangar, he nabbed a particularly gruff looking mechanic by the arm as he passed, stopping him in the corridor.

"Hey, what's going on out there?" he said.

The man looked surprised, as if he'd been too focused on where he was going to recognize that he was being asked a question. After a brief moment of silence he responded.

"Uh, we've got bogeys, lots of 'em. Air and ground headed this way. 'Scuse me." The man brushed past, scurrying on down the corridor.

Well. That was it then. Garrus picked up his pace, entering the hangar. It was a chaotic rush, fighters being secured, security staff preparing for the inevitable assault on the facility. Even some of the techs were beginning to lock down the fighters in case the enemy was able to make it into the hangar for some reason. Incom hadn't slacked in the security department, when you manufacture ships, especially well created ones that have superior technology, you tended to invest in your product's security from both corporate espionage and general theft. The fact that someone was trying to steal Incom's tech was angering enough but the fact that they had caused him to spill his coffee? That was unforgivable.

Anger was a funny thing. It could cripple a person, driving them deep inside themselves and paralyzing them. It could push a person into a blind rage, clouding their judgement and causing them to make poor decisions. For Garrus, it did neither of these. Instead of paralyzing him, or sending him into a rage, years behind the transparisteel cockpit had hardened him, anger sharpening his senses and piercing through the fog it created in others. It was times like this he could muster up his shattered self, put the pieces back together and truly be himself. Garrus was a fighter pilot through and through, the phrase "You can take a dog out of the fight, but you can't take the fight out of the dog" was a proper representation of who he was... despite his scars both physical and mental. He grit his teeth as the anger washed over him, eyes locking onto a nearby crew chief. He approached, his voice loud over the commotion in the hangar and sirens.

"Chief, get me a bird. Now."

The chief turned and immediately began prepping one of the Stealth-X fighters. The crew around him began scurrying, a ladder being pushed up to the cockpit, hoses and cables being unplugged. A few of the veteran test pilots, all former starfighter jockeys, began to climb into their fighters flight gear and all. For a moment, Garrus snarled, looking for a helmet and flight suit. Feth. He'd have to run back to his office. By the time he returned and had suited up, the other fighters were preparing for launch, himself hopping into the cockpit quickly. Strapping himself in, he donned his helmet and ran through pre-flight checks. As soon as they were complete, he keyed the comm, patching into any and all allied channels he could identify.

:: This is Dagger One, I'll be taking lead on this one gents. Let's get out there and get a feel for the situation ::

Over the comms he heard a familiar voice. Russo if he remembered her name correctly. Rogue Squadron. Quickly keying up on the Rogue's channel, he spoke once more. He knew a few of them from his deliveries to Sullust.

:: Rogue Leader, this is Dagger One. I've got a Squadron down here at Incom. You need help, give a holler. Good Hunting. ::

He ended the transmission, the countdown to launch had come to it and with a loud blast of engines, Dagger Squadron launched from the now open hangar doors.

Dagger squadron had been formed as primarily a test flight squadron but now, they would see combat once more. They may have been retired, but they were no less deadly. Garrus felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as the Stealth-X surged forward. Gods it felt good to be in the cockpit again... there was a slight twinge of fear and hesitation but he pushed it down, letting his anger take over, guiding his mind through the fog. Whoever this rabble was, they would be dispatched. The urge to dogfight once more was an itch that had long gone unscratched... and now it loomed ahead like an impending waterfall.

[member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Kelly Perris"] | [member="Naiad Solari"] | [member="Astarii Saren"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Lisette Kuhn"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Lucius Varad"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Ajarod Shova"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Darth Odium"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Heim Avendahl"]​

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Belsavis Orbit, Deployment Hangar
Allies: Galactic Alliance + Jedi
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Descend to the Surface, Fight Sith


Bridge, Unyielding-class Command Cruiser Rebel’s Hope

“Hyperspatial reversion imminent!”

Realspace exploded into view before them, and Captain Pulsar was able to make out the white orb pockmarked with green that he knew to be Belsavis. Through the glasteel of the bridge’s viewport he could also see, even from their extreme vantage point, the microscopic crisscross of turbolaser fire between several stations and the Sith fleet in orbit.

“Full impulse, helm,” Zark ordered the moment the hyperspace field around them destabilized, “Adjust heading, flank pattern theta. Let’s keep out of the reach of those long guns until we’re in the shadow of that Uldyr!”

Zark found himself thanking the Force on reflex, and not for the first time, since his bridge had received the communique from the Aurora Industries flag warning them of the impending artificial gravity well their prototype cruiser would be projecting. Had the Hope not been forewarned in time, she could have been torn from hyperspace in a potentially fatal tactical position.

As it was, they had dropped out just outside the field at a high angle (from their perspective), and he had given the order to bring the cruiser within the relative safety of the Uldyr Class Defense Station and her Javelins, but on an angled approach that would put them in an easy position to flank the enemy fleet with a few minor course corrections.

Other Captains might have been tempted to remain in such an overwatch position or make for the shadow of the Aurora support cruisers, but they had already received comm chatter from the Wild Knights who were currently engaged trying to shoot down as much of the enemy dropship wave as they could, and Zark knew he had to get his birds within easy striking distance of close orbit before all other considerations.

For the briefest moment certain there was nothing else he could do that Commander Stazi wasn’t already, he took a moment to marvel at the terrible beauty of mass space combat at a distance, the detached childlike wonder a coping technique to keep his stress levels down and present in the moment during battle. As the Rebel’s Hope moved closer to Belsavis, however, he sensed something that shook him to his core.

The Darkside…

Even from this far out, Zark had never before sensed anything quite like it. He had been in the presence of darkness before, but either this Sith was unimaginably strong or...more likely, from the distribution of the aura, there was not one Sith down on the planet but many. There had been unconfirmed reports this was a Sith assault, but Zark had assumed that had meant Sith forces.

“Kark,” he whispered.

“Careful,” came the soft, robotic voice behind him, “Someone might hear you and mistake your words for cowardice.”

It cut him deeply, even moreso because he knew Arix had not meant it as an insult but as matter of fact. Any double meanings he read into were a projection of his own doubts, not the Jedi Padawan’s. Arix understood what he had really meant, better than anyone. For some time now, Zark had for the most part forsworn his connection to the Force, but the Sith on Belsavis had just made that impossible.

He had also made a promise to the Galactic Alliance, and to the sentients under his command. To accomplish the mission, and to keep them safe while doing it, by all means necessary. To serve his crew as their Captain, the Jedi Knight in him had to come out of retirement. Could it? Did he even remember how?

“Well,” Arix said, “What do you see?”

The cyborg was goading him, Zark could tell, but behind it there was the sort of ironclad Jedi logic that was both the foundation of their Order and extremely frustrating all at the same time. The truth was, practice or no practice, Zark was the stronger of the two of them. Reaching down into that universe of potential inside him for the first time in months at least, he ignored the chill of the dark and scried the planet before them, quickly growing massive in the viewport.

“At least...at least half a dozen,” he murmured, eyelids closed but activity fluttering behind them, “Maybe more...we’re too far out. I can’t tell anything more than that.”

“Have them save some space for me in a dropship,” Arix called out behind him, already stalking towards the turbolift.

“No,” Zark said finally when his third officer had made it about halfway.

Several of the bridge crew nearby looked up, including Commander Stazi. Zark turned away from the viewport to regard Arix fully.

“With me. Commander Stazi, you have the bridge.”

“Sir?” the Duros asked, confused anger in his eyes and a voice bordering on outrage.

Before he could say another word, Zark and Arix had boarded the turbolift and were out of sight.


Captain’s Quarters

“I don’t need you to protect me,” Arix said, the sharp edge of his tone coming out almost as a growl through the vocal package, “You surrendered that right yourself.”

“Its around here somewhere, I know it is...I’m not protecting you!”

Arix stood in the hatchway, and would have been watching his former master and Captain with some bemusement were the situation not so dire as the older man tore practically every inch of his not spacious to begin with cabin apart. The Padawan had flashbacks of all the times Zark had reminded him how critical it was a Jedi never be separated from his saber.

“You’re making me stay behind while you go down to Belsavis to commit suicide.”

“I’m not making you stay behind, I’m ordering you to stay on board,” Zark shot back over his shoulder, hand jammed underneath his sleeping cot, “There’s a difference, a very crucial-found it!”

In triumph, Zark turned, struck a pose, and held the lightsaber aloft.

“And I’m not committing…” he trailed off, frowning, as nothing happened when he pressed the activation switch. Shaking it first, then peeling off a panel to begin tinkering, he continued, “I’m not committing suicide. I’m accepting my destiny! Aren’t you always telling me I am supposed to be doing that?”

“In all our conversations about destiny,” Arix said as he fell into step behind his Captain, who had politely pushed past him and out of his quarters to head towards the flight deck, “I never quite envisioned yours being ‘gets murdered by an entire Sith cabal on some god forsaken prison world.’”

“Hey, you can’t fight destiny!” Zark grinned too wide, winking at the younger Jedi, “But if you want to know the real reason I am asking you to stay behind, it’s about to try to strangle me to death.”

“What?” Arix asked, cocking his head.

“You karking coward, I’ll kill you!”

Before Arix fully realized what was happening, he was using all of his enhanced cybernetic strength to keep Commander Mazik Stazi from throttling the life out of his Captain.

“These boys need a Captain, and you’re running away like some kind of-”

“Got it!” Zark announced triumphantly, and the yellow blade of his lightsaber hummed to life in the corridor. He looked at the other two men with a triumphant smile, “Just some grit in the focusing lens.”

“Of...Jedi….” Stazi finished, dumbfounded, “You’re a...why didn’t you ever say anything you damned fool?!”

“You never asked!” Zark called out behind him, already on his way once more to the flight deck.


Flight Deck

“Hold the bird!” a voice called out from just outside the dropship.

“We’re full up, move along-” a soldier began, before his eyes widened as he saw who he was talking to for the first time, “Captain! Sorry sir, yes sir! Uh...what are you doing here...sir?”

Zark hopped aboard, holding his lightsaber in front of the stunned trooper’s face in mute reply, and any remaining hopes of somehow maintaining his low profile were ultimately dashed when he saw that of all the ships he could have boarded, this one held none other than Flight Officer Lucius Varad. He had known Varad was a sensitive, but the pilot had never said anything to him or anyone else about it.

Even if before it had just been out of courtesy, Rogue Twelve would be well within his rights now to mention to his squadron how instead of on the bridge, the Captain of their cruiser was down on the planet with him, lightsaber in hand. Marines could keep a secret, but most pilots were less inclined.

“Flight Officer,” was all he said, feeling foolish but certain that to say nothing at all would make him feel even more so. He nodded in a gesture of respect to the Force sensitive woman he was talking to, idly trying to remember from the passenger roster her name, and resumed tinkering with the dusty hilt in his hands.

[member="Lucius Varad"] [member="Lisette Kuhn"]

 

[Progflaw99]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fmwMXEUW0I​

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Location: Near Belsavis, Launching from Rebel's Hope.
Allies: Galactic Alliance | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] || Incom | [member="Garrus Kroll"]
Enemies: Sith Degenerates
Objective: Repel the Sith Threat
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Electrical Systems. Check.

Auxiliary Systems. Check.
Countermeasures. Check.

Engines and Thrusters. Check.

R8...

*BEEP BWOOP BWOOP BWAAAAAP*

Check.

Vale grinned as he initiated the weapon's systems, carefully avoiding the trigger on his stick. He'd only ever seen it happen once, a dunce pilot back in Blue Squadron had tapped the trigger during pre-flight. Needless to say, he was relieved of duty immediately. As the command to launch was about to be given, he heard Rogue Leader's call come through on the comm. He waited for a moment and then keyed in the mic.

:: Eightball, locked and loaded Rogue Leader! ::

The excitement could be heard in his voice as he released the button. He was itching for some flight time and this was just what he was waiting for. It was reported that there had been a Sith fleet en route to Belsavis, or at least headed in that direction. As the ship had dropped out of hyperspace, the alarms had sounded and he'd been waiting. It took him only moments to do his pre-flight inspection and hop in the cockpit of his starfighter. Adrenaline was pumping through the young pilot's body, the rush causing his heartbeat to rise just a little bit higher than normal. The situation wasn't very well spelled out, their brief had been... well... brief. He didn't mind though, it allowed him to keep his mind focused, running through the plethora of aeronautic maneuvers in his mind, almost feeling the sensations as he went over them in his mind. He'd done this since he was a child, imagining the moves, memorizing the motions. It had helped him become a talented pilot, his reactions truly reactions as if he was the starfighter. No more waiting to decide what he was going to do, simply feel what he needed to do. It had saved his life on more than one occasion.

As the command to launch came, his hand was already on the throttle control, sending the ship's engines into overdrive, orange flames shooting out of the rear of his fighter. In unison, their ships would rocket out into space. He was lined up on the leader's right wing, making sure he stayed slightly above and to the right. He'd gotten proficient at flying close, sometimes a little too close for comfort but never too close. A stray thought popped into his head in that moment... what if he tried out for the stunt squad? Just as quickly as the thought crossed his mind it was gone, his attention now focused on the space around him, his indicators and instruments feeding vital info to his HUD. With a quick look, he checked. Yep, his S foils were still locked in position, as they should be. Shortly after joining Rogue Squadron, he'd inherited this particular X-wing. Whoever the pilot before him had been... didn't care much for maintenance it seemed and the S-foils seemed to have a mind of their own at the most inopportune times. Vale had fixed that himself but he still checked every time out of habit. For now, he would stay on the leader's wing. He continued to scan his instruments, listening to the comm chatter.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Hangar
Allies: [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Darth Eversor"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Ajarod Shova"]
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Russo"] [member="Zark"] [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Kelly Perris"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Naiad Solari"] [member="Zark"] [member="Vale Endriss"] [member="Garrus Kroll"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Lisette Kuhn"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Equipment: War Armour, SaberStaff, Sith Amulet, Personal Shield.

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

Her force started to zero in on the hanger, the acolytes with her raced forward. As well as the droid force, they started making a noise as they there blasters began to fire. She approached behind them, getting herself ready, she could sense a Jedi in the hanger. As they got closer the Alliance troops where firing at them, some of droids where knocked out by there fire. As well as some the weaker acolytes, she soon was knocking back blaster fire with her lightsaber. As some holes opened her line, she then opened her mouth up and let out force howl. At the enemy line, she felt the power of the force in her lungs, and then left her in shock wave towards them. Her throat felt stretched and contorted afterwards, though this was normal for her.


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Space:
Another fleet came into orbit, with atleast one unknown design. They where severely outnumbered in space know, force only knew how they where resupplying Coruscant. After all the One Sith where trying to restitch the scar, that last conquest of there made. May be there was something very important on this planet she did not know about, would be worth investigating at some point later, but now know. The commander looked around, and then sent message to Darth Banshee.

Galactic Alliance fleet is becoming rather large, and bigger than expected, I may require new orders.
As she waited on surface for Jedi to come, she answered.
Send the fangs to help get the prisoners, and rescue that assult team.
The rest keep your distance, and use the planet as shield.
Wilco.

The three fangs then descend into the atmosphere, they turned themselves onto angle. This was so any other big ships trying to fire on them, will end up doing an orbital bombardment on there own planet. The only things that had hope of targeting them would be other ships entering the atmosphere. They where going to head to prison, and then help rescue some of the prisoners and the task force. The ships bounced as they entered the atmosphere, due to the turbulence.

The rest began to fall back using the planet as shield, so not all the enemy would be able to fire on them all at once. This was defencive maneuver, with eagles getting ready to engage any and all enemy fighters.

Spoiler

Fleet
Banshee hull/shields 500/500 lost a hundred on both due to salvos
Beauty hull/shields 500/475
Death hull/shields 400/375
Famine hull/shields 400/375
Tooth hull/shields 80/70
Claw hull/shields 80/80
Pincer hull/shields 80/80
Red Squadron 12x Eagles
Blue Squadron 12x Eagles
Green Squadron 12x Eagles
Yellow Squadron 12x Eagles
Purple Squadron 12x Eagles

sorry for the delay was waiting for someone else to post, but figured it been while know so moving on.

 

[Darth Odium]

Location: Prison Grounds
Enemies: GA | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Naiad Solari"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Lucius Varad"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | Sith | [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Ajarod Shova"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Heim Avendahl"] | Living things

His pod slowed briefly before embedding itself in the ground at what would be called the prison yard. Dust and debris filled the air in small clouds around the pod as spot lights pinpointed it and the guards sounded an alarm. It was all as it should be.

The door exploded outward with a hiss and the durasteel door skidded loudly across the duracrete while the dust began to slowly disperse. A up turn of cracked green lips formed as he began finding lives. Emotions were rampant in the pitiful beings of this world; hate, fear, and anger...delicious. Guards ran to intercept the pod's occupant with weapons alert as they were trained and took positions in range. They were doing their jobs well, but they were already dead.

A green hand rose from his side and with it invisible tendrils of the darkside stabbed at their very essences and he drank. He drained the life from the guards in their little line and breathed a little easier at having the gaping hole of his never ending hunger quenched for the barest second. It was a nice appetizer.

Two steps out of the pod and he leapt through the air to the door the guards had left open and he was inside. Everything, all of them, would soon die.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Unyielding-class Command Cruiser 'Rebel's Hope', Deployment Hangar
Allies: The Galactic Alliance.
Enemies: Sith Insurgents.
Objective: Redemption through Combat.

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As her hand had batted his away, Lucius felt something more than the connection of flesh and metal smacking against the worn leather of his gauntlet. This was a woman born into a world of violence and enslaved by the choices others had made for her. It was likely that all she knew was War, living each moment in battle like it was her last, and moving on from conflict to conflict in search of that enthralling elation - or an end to her silent suffering. While he couldn't be sure if such things were real, her mannerisms and the barely constrained violence within her movements had said otherwise. However, as intriguing as it was to delve into the myriad facets of the human psyche, such a pursuit would do little but incur her wrath. That was something none; even the Sith desired to see, Lucius mused.

Blinking away the voices and thoughts clawing at the fringes of his mind, barely noticing the words she had spoken, but garnering enough to know that she didn't want to be touched - let alone offered the token gesture of friendship. With a satisfying click resonating throughout the muffled silence of the Dropship, his violet gaze was once again drawn to the peculiar woman, beckoned forth by her words of purpose and prophecy. She was here to kill Sith. Nothing more. Nothing less. It was her lot in life, and to a man such as he, that was the saddest realization he would ever hear. Yes, he - himself had been through hell and back, tortured by a foul Sorceress for over a decade, flayed alive by a masochistic Zabrak. Hell - he'd even been shot out of the sky during the Battle of Coruscant, but all of that seemed to pale in comparison to this woman's sufferance.

All of that was tossed to the wayside when she had asked him his name. Mere seconds ago, he was of the mind that she held little interest in him, another faceless soldier in this eternal war whom would die alone and forgotten. This was certainly and interesting development, as there was hope that he could perhaps find a way to ease this woman's burdens and - more because of his optimistic nature more than anything else - believed that he could help her find a life outside of combat. Though, as the seconds began to tick away and the gunship rattled with the thrill of ignition, Lucius knew such line of thought would be folly as if it were ever to come to pass - he figured that she'd become someone wholly different, utterly unrecognizable from what sat before him now.

"They call me Songbird," He said with a serpentine's approximation of a smile, "But, you can call me Lu-"

That was when his introduction was cut short, by the sudden and unexpected appearance of the very man who was supposed to be Captaining this very boat. While Lucius was sure that others had filled his place, so that this ship could continue it's ceaseless operation without driving its void-bound crew to the brink of insanity, he had to admit - it was odd. Then again, who was he to say anything? The former Pilot should've been out there in the black, fighting against the small band of Sith Insurgents with his fellow Rogues. By being aboard this gunship, he had broken their covenant that bound the Squadron together, however, with the state that he was in? He'd do nothing more than get in their way and let them all down. That would've been worse than playing hooky. As if in response to the mere thought of the ashen past, the hidden bandages at his side began to ache. Though he had covered them with a tight fitting bodyglove, the seepage irritated his wrappings.

Pushing such lingering echoes aside, the Padawan offered a curt nod to his commander and silently said no more. It was a gesture he had hoped would carry on through his deeds, rather than that of his words. I won't tell, if you don't. They were lucky that this wasn't the Fleet Admiral's ship, as both of them would be brought up on charges and if the rumours were they might've been executed on the spot, their corpses left atop the flight deck to be roasted by the heat wash of departing craft. However, he doubted that such a woman was that venomous to those under her command, and assumed it was mere gossip traded about the lower ranks to inspire a... more fervent aura of legend about her person.

Having met her once before, when she was but a lowly Captain - Lucius knew that what her subordinates had said was far from the truth.

Turning his attention away from the Captain, and back towards the Avatar of War - Lucius' pallid, patrician features hardened. She had little time for games, and by her earlier gesture, little time for pleasantries. However, he had to know her name. At least then, should he survive this endeavor, he'd be able to meet with her once again and perhaps make the attempt to brighten her horizons.

"Sorry," He said, his words almost drowned by the deafening sound of the gunship igniting it's engines and sealing the assault ramp at the rear. "I'm Lucius." Fighting the urge to reach out with his hand once more, the Jedi Novitiate merely reached up and grasped the shoulder webbing of his restraints. "What's your name?"

With the hatch sealed, and the cabin pressurized, the combat rated Dropship dusted off the polished flight deck and began it's descent - flanked by several others - down to the frigid planet's surface below.

| [member="Lisette Kuhn"] | [member="Zark"] |​

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Belsavis Orbit, Rebel’s Hope, Deployment Hangar
Allies: Galactic Alliance + Jedi
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Land on surface

Progress was being made.

Progress would be halted.

“War dogs,” Jacen grunted.

“Marshall,” came the reply. The unit of hardened commandos had worked with the Hounds for a long time. They’d been deployed as sith hunters and special forces many times over the last few years for the Alliance.

Leaving the mouth flapping for the dropship containing [member="Lucius Varad"] [member="Lisette Kuhn"] and [member="Zark"] there was nothing buy stony silence in this vessel. The take-off was barely felt by the passengers due to the skill of the pilot and inertial dampeners configured for a rapid, planetary landing.

Silence until one of the men spotted Jacen’s new equipment. It was the Senior Sergeant who spoke first.

“Voidstalker…are you carrying a shield?”

“That’s right.”

“A bright red shield?”

“Correct.”

“May I ask why?”

“It’s to make sure the sith shoot at me and not at you.”

“Very good sir, I appreciate that. Would you mind standing nowhere near the rest of us during the advance? Stormtroopers are not known for their accuracy,” the dog replied. There was a general round of sniggers.

“Very good. In fact it’s lightsaber resistant hide. I don’t think stealth is on the table right now, but point taken. I’ll cover it over.”

“Very good sir.”

The dropship cut its path through the thick barrier that was the atmosphere of Belsavis. When travelling at these speeds even a loose collection of stray molecules offered resistance.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Rogue Squadron Roster Tag

Spoiler

[member="Aedan Lochlan"] 2, [member="Tela Uolmi"] 3, [member="Loske Matson"] 5, [member="Cal Sedaire"] 6, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8, [member="Asmus Janes"] 9, [member="Lucius Varad"] 12, [member="Allyson Locke"] 13, [member="Owen Holst"] 14, [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17, Ship Captain [member="Zark"] Pulsar

“What do you mean hold? Engines are hot and I’m good to go!” Asmus emphatically replied to the emergency request.

“Run down your engines, we’re re-arming you with new ordnance.”

“Roger that.” Asmus hurriedly flicked a series of switches and heard the low whine of the engines powering down. “It’s done.”

A droid on wheels sped across the hangar bay floor, a carriage of ordnance pulled along behind it. Asmus peered through the canopy curiously.

“I’m being loaded with Mag pulse warheads?”

“Correct. Ground forces are attempting to liberate some of our own technology. Last resort may be to disable it.”

“Understood, out.” Asmus tapped on the console impatiently. The droid became visible again, pulling away a carriage of neatly stacked red warheads – what had been his proton torpedoes.

“You are clear for launch nine.”

Asmus carried out a launch that was, perhaps, not quite within protocols. “Alright Rogues, this is Nine. Two Flight form up on me, we’re breaking atmo and escorting the shuttles to the Incom facility!”

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Edge of the Belsavis system
Allies: GA folks Lucius Varad Aeron Kreelan Roth Tillian Naiad Solari Alexandra Russo Zark
Enemies: Sith Interlopers Darth Banshee Vaulkhar Heim Avendahl Ultimatum Darth Eversor

Objective: Test out a new toy (Deving out a new interdictor cruiser for Aurora Industries)

Forces:

The Lorani - Kantos-class War Frigate
The Yul - Kantos-class War Frigate
The Chivalry - Illustrious-class Support Cruiser
The Honor - Illustrious-class Support Cruiser

The Entrap - Araneae-class Interdictor Cruiser

"Status report?" Taeli asked, looking out over the system and watching the defense stations fire on the Sith flotilla. Her ships still hung at the edge of the system while she could see more Alliance ships streaking towards the conflict zone, and she had been hearing chatter of the attack at the Incom facility and towards the Omega Pyre prison. So the Sith were raiding Incom, that had to be the main target. A prison break, when they had more than enough forces to pull on in the Core still, was rather silly. Especially considering that this was a small handful of ships from the much larger Alliance fleet, which had gone toe-to-toe with the One Sith navy with equal numbers.

"Gravity wells are running at peak efficiency, Master Raaf," one technician reported. "Start-up time for the projectors was well within the margin of where we wanted them to be. Took less than two minutes for the systems to be running, and three to create a gravity well large enough that the enemy won't be able to leave until they destroy us or we turn the field off."

"Excellent," Taeli said, before she turned to her little force's commander. "Maintain our defensive formation, Commander. I believe the Alliance and other forces will be able to handily deal with these interlopers. Have we gotten a scan on what their actual make-up is?"

"We're looking at them, Master Raaf, but they aren't coming up in our database," the commander said. "They would appear to be the personal ships of whoever is commanding the Sith forces, so it is likely they have their own supplier they directly control."

Taeli nodded, not all that concerned about it. From she could see, they weren't the most heavily armed ships in the world. Besides, they were here to simply test their new interdictor and the gravity well generators onboard. Taeli had wanted to start working on solving the problem most interdictors had, which was they had a slow start-up time before the field came up. Her engineers had worked on improving the model of gravity well generator that had been placed in their own bastion-class Star Destroyers, mainly to cut down on the time it took for it to fire up and to increase the intensity of the field itself. Going well so far, she thought.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Belsavis Space
Allies: GA
Enemies: Sith | [member="Darth Banshee"]

Two minutes remained on the countdown by the time Audren arrived at the bridge. Dankar started to stand from his command chair, but the Jedi waved him down. That chair was for the captain, and in the situation they were heading into he didn't want to be captain. Instead, he took a position slightly behind and to one side of the chair, visibly ignoring the covert glances headed his way...and examining the bridge crew through the Force.

Besides the curiosity directed at the Sephi, most of them seemed fairly stable. Oh, there were currents of fear present, but most had faced danger like this before. They'd presumably had more time training with their old ships, their old crews, but habit was taking over. There was one though...the comms officer. He was terrified. Yet the only reaction was a sideways glance at the captain. The man had been the one to choose bridge crew, and if he thought the kid could handle it then the decision wouldn't be questioned.

Ten seconds before reversion there was something through the Force. It grew as the seconds passed, became more pressing. At four seconds remaining, Audren realized something was wrong and let out a shout.

"BRACE!"

Words happened simultaneously with action, and Audren's left hand shot out to grab the back of the command seat. At three, maybe two and a half seconds, the mottled view of hyperspace abruptly melted into the pinpricks of stars. Early reversion, which meant an Interdictor. Which meant they were further away from where they'd wanted to be. Not the navigator's fault though, he couldn't have predicted an Interdictor being present. While he really wanted to know the situation, it again fell on him to simply wait and let the captain do his job.

That job was something the man was already doing, pulling up a holo beside his command chair, a repeat of the sensor display. Meanwhile he was calling not only for the external situation, but for damage reports and weapons and shield status. Answers began rolling in...minimal damage, minimal injuries. Weapons and shields online. As for the opposing forces: a cruiser, three frigates, three corvettes, and assorted fighters. Friendly forces were a bit more disparate, with five capital ships - including the Interdictor - and two squadrons of fighters over there, a cruiser a bit to the side, and defense forces in orbit around the planet. Elements of different forces working towards a similar goal.

Unfortunately, due to the presence of the Interdictor, the Tarlanc was too far away to really do much for several long minutes. Had they managed to stay in hyperspace seconds longer, they could have done significant damage to the dropships as they were positioning themselves for atmosphere. As it stood, the ship barely managed a couple long-distance shots at stragglers. Fortunately, what went down had to come up if this wasn't a suicide mission, and those dropships couldn't circumnavigate the world without fighters ripping them to shreds. They'd have to ascend to upper atmosphere to catch up with the bigger ships, which were trying to circle the world and use it as a shield. And with the corvettes heading to the ground, now was the time to smash the three larger ships. Or simply angle their guns and focus on a corvette as it was descending...the frigate's guns wouldn't reach the ground in any case, not from orbit. That's what it did, focusing fire on the single corvette broadcasting the name Pincer.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

INCOM Compound
Hangers

In immediate area
Allies [member="Garrus Kroll"]
[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Ultimatum"]

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A large bellow came at Aeron then. While Omega Pyre and INCOM security went crashing against the attackers, Aeron found herself having to brace against the sonic blast. While the sudden telekinetic grab and swing of a metal plate managed to take the brunt of the damage, it still sent her sliding back -- and her ears. Oh her ears were now ringing.

A grunt fell from her lips. With the hanger doors firmly shut, that meant that she could focus on this particular annoyance first. The massive metal plate suddenly was shoved right back towards Darth Banshee, with every intention of crashing into her were she not fast enough to get out of the way.

 

[Darth Banshee]

She could sense more and more Jedi coming towards, her her postion was untenable. She might be able to break into the hanger, but unless she was lucky that would be where she would fall. Then all of sudden out nowhere a big piece metal came stright towards her, she used the force to try and slow it down and deflect it, but she was too late. The metal pelted her, and knocked her flying. She managed to stop it from keeping coming towards her, but not until after it sent her flying. She felt like she had just been hit a by speeder, she landed flat on her back. She was winded and sore, and was bruised all over. She saw more of her droids keel over, she began to concentrate inwards, pouring the force into her amulet, she need to heal after that hit other wise she be in very prison she was trying to free people form. She sent a homing signal to one fangs, she was going have to hold on and get out dodge. She got up and ready herself, she had to hold on.

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Ultimatum]

It was a most unfortunate accident. The beginning volley wiped out what remained of Ultimatum's pilots. He had nothing left but foot soldiers and himself. He could fly a ship, but seeing them lift off told him it was unlikely that that part of the mission would be completed. No, this was a failure. The enemy did well defending, Ultimatum conceded that defeat was the only option here. Nonetheless, he would push on. The soldiers under his command were trained to die for their cause, the droid intended on falling with them. At least then their failure would not be blemished by death in weakness.

The droid was reminded of his own V-1s and Hybrids. They had an unwavering loyalty to him and would be as willing as these men to die in the name of their greater cause. They might have made a difference here, maybe give the Sith just that more time to complete the theft, but they were not here. If they had been, that would be an easy give away of who was helping the Sith. It was not as if the droid actually enjoyed aiding the darksiders, or those that stood against most of his beliefs. It was a combination of necessity and falling in with the 'bad crowd' early on in his life.

Ultimatum would claim his original master and creator as the beginning of the negative spiral. The organic had made Ultimatum as part of a plan for galactic domination over the span of decades. He had created two AI programs, polar opposites in personality and purpose. Ultimatum was the first, the one whose birthright was no more than destruction and death. He was to have destroyed planets, committed such heinous acts as genocide, and to bring the organic culture to near total annihilation. Then, before he had completed his intended mission, he was to be slain by his younger brother program. With this other AI as the savior of the organics, their creator would soon thereafter control the galaxy. From the very start of his life, Ultimatum had been made for war and destruction, he would have fit right in with the organic Sith.

Enlightenment was the downfall of that evil, being a self aware program that could change itself made Ultimatum far more autonomous than what his creator would have anticipated. The droid made his own decisions on what was right and wrong based on the vastness of the HoloNet information and personal experience. He came to the conclusion that destruction was not the answer to the problems presented to organics. There was an alternative method, one that he could work towards. Ultimatum had come to realize that he was not defined by his program, his destiny, or his master. Instead, he was malleable, capable of changing as he needed to accomplish most any task. What better way to celebrate that fact, than to give himself a mission in life. Casting off the chains of his original being, Ultimatum had reestablished who he was and redefined what he would do.

Unfortunately, the scars of darkness were long to fade. He had saved a Sith here, helped an organic there. Before long he found himself among those that he did not agree with. Of course, he had allies that were Jedi and friends that fought against the Sith and his relations with them were far more open. But, the darkness that clung to him like a spider's webbing was damning him from the inside. A conflict in interest, one so perfectly opposite that even the most advanced droid mind could not hold off insanity forever. He forced himself every time he decided to work alongside Sith to remember that all progress would disappear once the Project came to fruition.

On the battlefield, such thoughts were more distracting than would be preferable, however Ultimatum was truly in a million places at once across the galaxy. His main mind was on Mustafar, safely within the hidden base that was his central workplace. His mind's focus was on this single droid on the battlefield. The loss of this one unit was nothing in the grand scheme of things, and Ultimatum looked forward to its demise. Perhaps just one more step to freedom from the Sith. The organic mentality of helping for something in return was on his side at last. He continued to aid them as they asked and he rarely asked for anything in return, however he hoped that soon he would be able to claim freedom from their grip and at last ascend to that which he truly wanted.

Ultimatum pushed forward, working his way towards the hangar with his men slowly falling behind him. Like a breadcrumb trail leading back to the crashed ship, there was a line of bodies left behind from every push that the droid made. Soon there were only two men and himself as they neared the building. However, before they could come close enough to use it as cover, a fighter strafed the ground around them. If it had been weak air weapons the droid might have pulled through, however it had not been a weak fighter. The two men vaporized in a flash and Ultimatum was burned soon thereafter. Chunks of the body were sent in many directions, some even hitting the building that might have meant safety for the droid at least for a time. The battle was lost as far as Ultimatum was concerned, if the Sith were not fleeing now then they would be soon. As it would probably be a time before any of the Sith could attempt communications with him, the droid turned his attention back to work at hand. It had not been a long fight, nor one that he would truly care to remember.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

(((OOC Trying To Find A Spot In This...Bear With Me)))

Failure to hold true to any amount of values, good or ill, was something the Dark Lady could not forgive. Spies and dissidents began to run rampant through the galaxy, some trying to unravel an upcoming of a Sith presence worthy of the name, while others ran rampant trying to undo what the Jedi where achieving. For Darth Venefica, the only solution was line up the two orders across from one another and play a deadly game of red rover, where the rover was cast into a line of sizzling lightsabers; now that, in her mind, would solve all the century old arguments. But Jedi, unlike Sith, held a value upon life; so the game would grow tiresome before it began.​

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With a closed hand around the throat of a suspected spy, she stared deep into his eyes while her rotting breath fumigated his thoughts of a beautiful death; turning any conception of mercy into a cold tomb of webbed death. "Your life....pathetic as it seems....is not forfeit," she chimed pushing him back from her while placing her left hand on the hilt of her powered down lightsaber. "The charges of treason bear a heavy consequence...and since I'm in the charitable mood...I'll give you the opportunity to make your amends."​

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"Mistress, I work for the Sith as an agent sworn to their cause while I work as a slave to the Jedi to unravel their cause," the man said staring at her hand. "Is that so....then enlighten me with your bouts of accomplishments," she snarked igniting her blade. "I uh, brought proof of their..." Slashing her hot, plasma blade across his his chest, she yelled, "Liar" watching the body of the traitor fall before her. The Corpse Eaters around her fell upon the fresh flesh, consuming it quickly.​

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"Admiral.....set a course to Belsavis....I have some former partners that need to to be reminded that I'm still alive."​