Dominion Castlevania (OPA Dominion of Mustafar)

[Vyri]

Objective 2– get yo treasure on

Vyri’s hadn’t really grasp the depth of this location, not until she found herself staring down the abyss of the cave. A heavy feeling sat in her gut, one that both urged her forward and warned her off. Maybe that was just the mercenary in her, smelling a large payday; William’s words echoed through her head, doing little to shake the creepy vibe that the cave under the sith fort had to offer.

You’re worth nothing to us dead.

Yeah. But imagine the zeros she could add to the end of the account balance.

She only hesitated for a moment, her fingers drifting unconsciously to the blaster at her hip. “Who put the valuable thing inside the creepy sith hole?” She breathed, stepping forward.

“Why not under other things? LIke creepy sith dogs. Or creepy sith martini glasses? Gods, I want a drink.” Her voice echoed forward, the air growing musky and damp as the darkness swallowed her. She pulled out a torch from her bag, a lump in her throat as she blindly turned it on. The harmless expanse of ragged rocks came to life, the torchlight casting long shadows down the stony staircase.

Nothing jumped out to bite her. Not even a bat. She let out a long breath, then squared off her shoulders.

“Or ten.” She pressed forward, taking quick steps down into its rocky descent. Playing it safe never got anyone anywhere.

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

CASTLE VADER
INTERIOR

...was built of unremitting black with a glint of red lights and so forth. The architecture felt familiar - comparable to some Massassi temples on Yavin Four. Not that Quill had time to worry about architecture. A young Knight of Ren hammered at his guard, casting red-and-blue flashes all down the gleaming hall. The Darksider had advantages of youth and strength and home ground. Quill found himself driven back a step or two at a time as he scrambled to keep pace with the Ren's incandescent Juyo technique. Quill trained, kept in shape, remembered decades of battles - but anyone could make a mistake.

He ducked and lost a swatch of hair, then caught the backswing on a solid guard and locked it.

"Niman," the Ren hissed over their sabers. "Amateur."

Quill almost - almost - explained that Exar Kun had used the Diplomat's Form too. Instead he slid their weapons' point of contact so the forte of his blade pressed against the foible of the red one. That made the contact, the leverage of it, much stronger on his side for a critical half-second. Then he pushed the Ren's saber away and whipped his hand in a spiral. The young man's left arm just fell off.

The screaming was a bit much. Quill took the fallen saber and moved on, hunting the ritual below.


Kyrel Ren

 

[Zak Amroth]

"If that one cultist had actually committed to his strike, you'd have a vibroblade buried in between your neck and collarbone."

"Not if you make sure to sever the brain stem!" Zak retorted with a hint of youthful petulance.

He yanked one of his deceased victims up by its back shirt collar and shook the body vigorously displaying its ragdoll movement to Cotan Sar'andor . This was an old argument. The Sheriff of Terminus had long believed his reluctant leader relied too much on bladework and could stand to brush up on his gun fu.

"See? Force of the bolt takes care of their momentum," he gave the corpse another whimsical jostle before glancing over at Caedyn Arenais who seemed to be looking at them strangely. Dax Perl leveled one of his humorless stares of disapproval at Zak and he dropped the dead cultist.

"We've got people hitting the Fortress now..."

"Right then!" the kiffar cracked his knuckles and started rifling through his victim's pockets, "I, Sheriff Zak, will use my uncanny investigative and tracking skills to reckon our best path."

His hands clutched at a talisman dangling from the Ren fanatic's neck. A flood of memories rushed into him and he felt the familiar yet overwhelming sensation of living out a fragment of someone else's life. Secret passages throughout the fortress known only to faithful devotees and their masters were as clear to him as his own recollections. Clearer even for the cultist had not been quite so drunk.

"Saddle up," he sauntered off on a direct course for the castle, "You lot can assist in my heroic efforts as the Sheriff of Terminus' faithful yet less handsome companions! I've never had a whole posse before."

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 1: Return to Vader Castle
Allies: OPA Dax Perl Cotan Sar'andor Sinestra Zak of Amroth Caedyn Arenais Shira Varanin
Enemies: Kyrel Ren

In the few seconds after the bolts of hatred detonated, it became clear that the stormtroopers would keep pouring out of the gate. And, with the dark Ren acolyte leading the charge bogged down, after being hit by the bolt of hatred, that she would only need to hold out long enough for the rebel Mustafarians ( Sinestra ) to make the junction at the obsidian gate. For this purpose, she stayed behind the crevice of volcanic rock because she feels it would be a better vantage point for her to cast spells while under cover. Such as Force Storm; to this end, she raised her palm upward, and then proceed to excite the ions inside the volcanic gases overhead the incoming Crimson Troopers passing through the gates themselves. And then the bolts came crashing down these troopers so the Jedi would be surprised to see lightning directed to a whole area behind the troopers they were engaging. They know by now the game will be quite different once the Mustafarian rebels make their junction, and she could sense them coming from behind. However, the mountain terrain was impracticable for heavier vehicles so...

 

[Shira Varanin]

The Force surged darkly around Janick Beauchamp , and lightning rained down. Shira found herself profanely grateful that Janick had the presence of mind to target troopers some distance from the ones that she and the other Cloud City Sentinels were engaging. The plainclothes professional Jedi moved together as a unit, a loose wedge driving into the crimson-armored stormtroopers. The Sentinels kept about three meters between them, far enough to allow a full range of motion even with a lightstaff or greatsaber.

One Sentinel took a blaster shot to the gut and crumpled - hurt but alive. The others closed in their formation to fill the gap and guard him. Shira broke off from combat and administered a pair of pricey, superhumanly effective kolcta geltabs, one to the wound and one for her fellow Sentinel to eat. Kolcta might be expensive, but ongoing health care and lost time were much more so. She helped the injured Sentinel go through the Force technique that would dull his pain and get him on his feet. He wouldn't be any use as a combatant, but he could at least stay inside the protection of the wedge formation, which Shira rejoined. They were splitting the enemy forces now, and almost surrounded, so at a wordless telepathic signal they switched from a wedge to a circle - a rock for the stormtrooper tides to break against.

 

[Ariel Yvarro]

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While the trek had been difficult and at times proven quite dangerous, it all seemed worth it the moment Ariel laid eyes upon the sobering sight of the Frontrunner's ruins. Her jaw clenched tightly and her nostrils flared up as grief welled up within her. She swallowed hard and took in a deep breath just as Harish laid a hand on her shoulder. His touch was soft and she was grateful for it, Ariel looked at him and gave a nod of appreciation and the gentlest smile although it was laced with sadness. Ariel turned her attention back toward the wreck, and there with a hand out toward her was Major Caceres.​

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"Thank you, Major."​

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"It is my duty, Ms. Yvarro," Caceres' voice displayed sincerity in his words. "She is greatly missed."​

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Ariel took his hand and with the help of the other Stormtroopers managed her way toward the site. "It is quite remarkable that anyone survived."​

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"Indeed it is," Harish commented having joined Yvarro beside the wreck. Over time the landscape had shifted and where the wreck had once been in the direst of straits now laid in a somewhat safer position. If safer was a relevant term for the volatile world of Mustafar. ​

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It was with great reverence that the team began to inspect the Frontrunner's remains. Careful to do their best not to disturb it at this point, although, they knew that in a short amount of time the Frontrunner would have to be moved. Harish and Caceres remained beside Ariel as she moved around the ship. It was hard to imagine being aboard the Frontrunner as it came down, let alone be tasked with ensuring the survival of as many souls as possible. "Contact Captain Aetos, let's get a few pictures out to him and the scientists at camp."​

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Caceres nodded in acknowledgment and delegated various tasks to his men, while others were posted as lookouts. ​

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At the forward ops base, Captain Aetos and Dr. Vears had just finished assembling the walls to give them greater temperature control over the base while they prepared equipment to receive the Frontrunner's remains. Whilst guards at post kept a watchful eye over the battle at the Castle, as the First Order's new flag was raised over the base. A special material had been laid around it to ensure it could withstand Mustafar's sweltering temperatures. ​

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Men and women gathered around a hover table that projected the pictures being sent by Caceres' Commandos. It was then that Dr. Vears spotted something, "there, can you ask them to look near the stern?" She and a few other scientists leaned over to look while they waited. A few moments later another picture, "zoom in here." She directed the Corporal who navigated a rather piece of sophisticated software. Captain Aetos with his arms folded over his chest curiously watched the projection and then realized what the Doctor was trying to confirm.​

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"Skeletal remains," Aetos confirmed and she looked up from computer. "We need to get them out."​

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"Goodness," she stated in a manner of shock, just as the men and women of the army took off their hats. "Yes, of course, we must get them out immediately." ​

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Aetos' found his jaw had shut, and cleared his throat to regain control over his emotions before they could be displayed. "Send word up to the Concordia, we're gonna need an additional transport of troops, repulsor gurneys, and flags." He turned to his trusted second in command, Lieutenant Rajavade. ​

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It was now more than just an operation to recover the First Order's past, but an operation to recover the brave men and women who sacrificed everything for their nation. Aetos felt a manner of shame that they had been left here for so long and silently vowed to bring them home, a feeling no doubt shared by Major Caceres. ​

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[Kyrel Ren]

The dark Ren Disciple backed away, the sight before them a black warrior, the stench of decay coming off of him, as if wholely corrupted from the dark side. Soon the Crimson Troopers had not only used blasters towards the force of Jedi, but what they had trained for years. Armed with Z-6 Riot Batons they advanced and kept the enemy at bay. the Ren Disciple stepping back as the blasts of energy hit several squads of troopers. The Ren Disciple responding in kind by going into an offensive stance with his red blade. Wearing a red amulet around his neck, he used the Force to create a swirling bubble around himself, knocking back both troopers and the Jedi attempting to enter through the Outer gates. Moving quickly as he could he attempted to engage the likes of Shira Varanin With all forces marching to the gates, some troopers armed with riot batons and blasters moved cautiously towards the witch Janick Beauchamp that was with them. The Ren disciple speaking to the cyborg venom filled in his tone. "None shall enter my Master's domain!"

In Corvax Fen, before the Cult chieftain could speak, one shot to the head by Zak of Amroth was all he needed to fall down dead. T he other cultists surrounded the forests. When heard on if they were gonna attack or not. The cultists retaliated. Firing the crude blasters they carried, some even moving for melee charges against them. They fired blasters, launching what looked to be hand crafted detonators using the obsidian. Essentially they were crude fireballs launched in, moving from tree to tree. To the Jedi they were nothing more than canon fodder, expendable assets at the hands of Kyrel but anything to slow them down while the Ren move to hold off anyone entering the Castle for as long as they could. Moving from all sides, some firing weapons, others charging.

With his Noghri bodyguards a gift from Mishel Kryze stood outside the Sith Cave. Among the rocky innards known as the Catacombs surrounded by lava running through the Castle. Kyrel focused, intently his rage, anger, fear. It was all magnified to levels he never felt before. Seeing in his mind's eye he saw the native Mustafarians outside of the Fortress charging. Gritting his teeth as he focused on the energies, a red light appearing before him, the light increasing. On the outside the light appeared, thunder and lightning only intensified. The red beam shot from the Castle, shooting into the sky as if impaling it. "Pathetic... I won't let you take what is mine!!" TIE Conquerer's deployed.. Striking fast and hard against the coming charge. Gliding through the air, aided by the engines, firing green bolts in an attempt to slow them down, and to break their lines.

The more Kyrel focused on the dark side. He felt power unlike anything he had ever felt before, it was as if he had been channeling the Force itself.. It's awesome power, and it was as if a dark voice spoke to him. "Ah yes... I understand now... It's a door... No far more than that." He then let out a violent scream of rage... As if he was giving into the energy that called to him. On the outside, the red beam was given another jolt of energy into the sky. Giving out a red glow. The lava on the outside, rising to meet the charge led by Sinestra Lava gathering all across the plain, even seeping to the edges of Corvax Fen. Even hitting the sides of the Fortress, the Crimson Troopers falling inside. The sky growing dark as the effects of the ritual only increase.

Dax Perl Cotan Sar'andor Caedyn Arenais Jend-Ro Quill

 

[Shira Varanin]

Kyrel Ren Janick Beauchamp

OUTSIDE FORTRESS VADER

The red burst from the disciple's amulet knocked Shira and others off their feet. A Sentinel stepped in to give them cover, and another helped them up. Shira glanced around and filled her lungs to shout.

"Beauchamp! Get in the karking circle!"

With effort, the Cloud City Sentinels held their formation and tightened up against the increased pressure. Lightsabers swatted blasterfire back the way it came, but without accuracy. If Janick took refuge inside the circle of Sentinels alongside a couple of injured, she'd have cover to keep up her storm. Without her, this engagement didn't have a bright future. Sheer weight of numbers could overwhelm the circle of Sentinels in time.

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Kyrel Ren

Quill's breath shook as he knelt over the body of the Ren acolyte who'd almost killed him. "Wasn't your day, son," he mumbled. He picked up the red saber, feeling the bled crystal in his mind's eye. Some believed that cleansing the living kyber crystals in Darksiders' weapons freed the crystals from a state of pain. Quill had cleansed, oh, dozens and he still didn't know for sure. But the oppressiveness of this place and the ritual faded fractionally as he poured Force light through the crystal. Its activated blade rippled from red to pure white and cast a healthier glow on the black walls.

Quill hefted the cleansed saber in his off hand and kept moving. This place only had so many defenders, and right now a major confrontation was escalating outside. He moved through the castle-temple quietly, with both sabers off.

A turbolift refused him access; he cut a hole in the floor instead, then the wall, and leaped down the turbolift shaft. The Force suggested he go this way, down toward the heart of the ritual.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 1: Return to Castle Vader
Allies: Shira Varanin Sinestra
Enemies: Kyrel Ren

"None shall enter my master's domain!" the disciple shouted in a cyborg tone of voice. before an amulet set off a red burst.

"Beauchamp! Get in the karking circle!"

Janick wasted no time entering what would become a circle of Sentinels, the only remaining cover, since the lava made the operation of making the Mustafarian rebels' junction (Jude) towards their position much more difficult and much longer. Yes, it was true that there was not much cover left, and not much hope left to this engagement, but once she was in the circle, her memories of the chemistry of volcanic gases resurfaced. With the riot batons, which she knew were electrified, being deployed by the surviving troopers, this called for a different spell, once again hitting away from the main group of Sentinels. Here it wasn't about electrically exciting the darkening volcanic gases, but accelerating the gases downward so much that thermal friction could cause stormtrooper armor and/or weapons to catch fire. Plus corrosive effects from the accelerated gases in question would start eating away at the stormtroopers' equipment: the stormtroopers hit by this firestorm of superheated volcanic gases would start being eaten away once the bolts of superheated volcanic gases hit them. However, the ritual Jend-Ro Quill sought to stop provided a richer source of dark side energy for her to draw upon than she would otherwise expect from the ambient hatred alone.

 

[Shira Varanin]

The Cloud City Sentinels were professionals. Lightsiders to the core, but professionals: they didn't bat an eye at Janick Beauchamp 's powerful Dark Side use.

Well, maybe one eye. Certainly no more than two. Regardless, they sheltered her in the circle without hesitation. Seninels' blue and green sabers batted incoming fire away from her and held the line, a line that now included a certain witch.

If anything was going to break them, it would be that lava - not close, but it could be, if the ritual escalated. As she and her lightstaff did their work, Shira admitted to herself that the lava was sparking a genuine case of nerves.

Whether or not they had the high ground.

 

[Ariel Yvarro]

Commander Sun-Shin did more than just send the requested supplies. When the transports arrived, troops and officers from the various branches of the First Order's military disembarked their craft. With them they had brought makeshift coffins pulled from what they could cobble together in a short time aboard the ship. They had even rounded up those who could play music and brought them down, and soon a line began to form Forward Base Amsel all the way down toward the site of the Frontrunner.​

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The flag was lowered to half-mast, and although they wore gear to protect them from Mustafar's environment, respect was still given to the fallen. Ariel and Caceres along with several Commandos began the process of moving the bodies, once the gurneys had arrived. "There has been no greater love than to lay down your life for another, rest well," Caceres stated as he and Yvarro placed the first body down and waited for the flags to be passed down the line. ​

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Ariel took it upon herself to drape the flag over the body, thank you for your service, on behalf of a grateful nation, you will be remembered." Commandos stood at attention and waited for the order, and whence it was given their boots snapped and salutes were given as two members of their unit guided the gurney up a long line of service members who in turn saluted the fallen as they passed. Men from the watch posts of Forward Base Amsel turned their lights toward the gurney.​

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Dr. Vears cleared her throat and looked toward Captain Aetos who gave a silent count. ​

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"I vow to thee my country, all early things above."​

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Her voice carried beautifully throughout the base, as the walls provided such elegant acoustics. One by one, gurneys were escorted up from the Frontrunner. Although covered head to foot in armor or protective equipment, the tears that were shed by the First Order that day were just as real as the ones shed four years ago during the Fall. Vears' sweet soprano voice struck a chord amongst them all.​

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By the time the first body had reached them the song had concluded but there was another body, and this time Aetos would join Vears in singing the unofficial anthem of the First Order. A song they all knew well, a song so loved by the Grand Moff that it carried on to that day. Soon the base had joined in the sobering rendition of the anthem. ​

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It would have been a hard sight to miss, alabaster colored armor, dinged to a soft eggshell, flag-draped repulsor gurneys and the sound of a song. That moment would be hard to forget for each one of the men and women present. It reminded them of the past and what they had achieved then, and what they wanted to achieve once more. When the last body had been placed, and the last flag had been draped another line had begun a march toward the Frontrunner.​

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This one a company of engineers as they would soon prepare the site for transport. The sound of the anthem had begun to quiet down and was replaced by the sound of shuffling feet and equipment. Ariel had no doubt that Captain Aetos would take great care of those they had recovered her attention now turned to the Frontrunner. She watched as the engineers marked out where to hook and cut the vessel's remains. Lieutenant Harish came to stand beside her, Major Caceres worked his men into aiding the engineers.​

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The two turned away from the Frontrunner and headed up the path giving space to the men and women around them. Ariel's eyes caught sight of the last set of troops still escorting the last gurney. Ariel began another song, this one perhaps more somber than the one before. "Abide with me; fast falls the eventide..."​

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Harish remained silent and looked upward, and surveyed the troops. He along with Ariel heard a few voices continue the song. Caceres knew not the words but knew the melody and thus hummed as he worked, and so the song carried on. Soon before long, the First Order began to load the recovered onto their own transport with officers and guards to watch over them. The base began to receive the first set of the Frontrunner's remains as it came down. ​

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One day, Ariel vowed, one day they would return she would finish what her cousin had started so many years ago. ​

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And so, while Kyrel Ren and his cultists battled the Alliance. Ariel Yvarro and the First Order recovered the remains of the FIV Frontrunner and the crew she left behind. Just as soon as they had arrived they would depart, and on the site of the Frontrunner would be, a makeshift memorial and a small flag. Upon the rocks lay an inscription carved from a steady hand a set refined cutting laser.​

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"WE KNOW NOT YOUR NAME. WE KNOW NOT YOUR RACE, YOUR CREED, YOUR POLITICS. WE KNOW HOWEVER OF YOUR BRAVERY, YOUR COURAGE, AND YOUR SACRIFICE. WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE. BALANCE GUIDE YOU, REST WELL SOLDIERS. REST IN PEACE."

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- THE FIRST ORDER, 860 ABY​

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[Cotan Sar'andor]

As Zak brushed off the comment and started going on about leading a posse, Cotan turned to Dax and Caedyn with a helpless shrug. "Kids, right?" he muttered to Dax, nodding back at his Kiffar compatriot. "Always wanting to take the lead." He sheathed his blade, taking the hilt of a lightsaber in hand instead. "Alright, that fight probably alerted any others here in the forest. Dax, take the front with Zak; you're a better shot than me and the two of you won't have any trouble burning an entrance for us through any formations they try to start. Caedyn?"

He clapped the younger man on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "We're going to cover the back and sides from any pursuers—and, if things get really bad, we're going to take a stand and give those two spacer trash an opportunity to move into the fortress." He glanced down at Caedyn's droid, giving it a nod and taking a moment to try and remember the name that Caedyn had just used for it.

"Chip, stay in the middle of us, you'll be more protected that way; if things go wrong, Zak and Dax could probably use your help more than me and Caedyn, so stick behind them." He could feel the presences of more cultists starting to approach, moving quickly through the forest towards where the group had just fought their small skirmish.

Well, at least we're providing a distraction for the other infiltrators.

Weapon in hand, he moved to follow Zak, giving a slight pull for Caedyn and Chip to come along with.

Caedyn Arenais Dax Perl Zak of Amroth Kyrel Ren

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Inventory: Lightsaber | Caedyn's Jedi Armor.
Companion: Chip.
Interacting with: Zak of Amroth | Cotan Sar'andor | Dax Perl
Opposition: Knights of Ren ( Kyrel Ren )

Spoiler: Objective

RETURN TO CASTLE VADER - [Surface Conquest] The Alliance is launching an all out assault on Fortress Vader the infamous Knights of Ren stronghold. Join the main siege as a rebel fighter or infiltrate the Fortress along with other trained Knights and commando units to hunt down any darkside VIPs.

"..-We're going to cover the back and sides from any pursuers—and, if things get really bad,
we're going to take a stand and give those two spacer trash an opportunity to move into the fortress".
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Caedyn looked to Cotan Sar'andor and nodded firmly in compliance, moving to usher Chip alongside him to stepped passed the fallen cultists in the direction of Vader's Fortress; the little BB-Droid bringing up a holographic display of the terrain between them and the castle for which was in the process of being besieged by Alliance Personnel.

"If we can get Chip to a jack-point then he can try and slice through their security network" Caedyn suggested to the group as he walked alongside Cotan, leaving Zak of Amroth and Dax Perl to take the lead whilst the two former Je'daii watched their backs and Chip maintained over-watch thanks to his little, yet powerful in-built sensors.

A series of beeps and chimes came from the little droid, to which Caedyn translated for the rest of them in case they lacked the skill to understand binary; "Chip's reading unidentified moment to our East, apparently not ours...-Approximately six of them. Keep moving this way and we should be able to avoid them..." Caedyn glanced down to his companion and gave an appreciative smile.

"Does anyone have any idea what sort of back-up we're looking at? Hostiles are still out in force, we could use some firepower overhead" he asked, thinking of the support that an Alliance Vessel could provide them in order to help thin out enemy numbers and lower the resistance for the Outer Planets Alliance to overtake the Darkness of Mustafar.

 

[Sinestra]

Long were gone the times of cavalry limited by gravity.

Repulsors kicked in and the charging army of Mustafarians, Riders of Kkkt, propelled their metal cavalry above the rising lava.

Ranks and files landed on the tilted walls of the castle and primitive plasma cutters began their work of creating an opening.

The roar of the horn still echoed.

Kyrel Ren Jend-Ro Quill

 

[Dax Perl]

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[ D A X...F Y R E ]

Objective 1: Tiptoe Through the Tulips! I'm so sorry
Allies: Cotan Sar'andor | Zak of Amroth | Caedyn Arenais
Enemies: Kyrel Ren

............The man that Dax didn't recognize, the Jedi, seemed unnerved by the lifeless corpses that now surrounded him. The Rogue spared the young man a glance. He remembered what it was like to be a Jedi. Every life was sacred. But this wasn't the Core Worlds, this was the Outer Rim. While life may still be sacred, out here, you had to put your life, and the lives of your family and friends just a little bit higher than those of those around you. At least, you did if you wanted to survive. The new guy would get it one day.

............The sound of Zak's voice drew Dax's attention back to the situation on hand...which happened to be dead people and dying..."Not if you make sure to sever the brain stem!" the man shouted whilst shaking a limp corpse, as if it proved his point. Dax's lips drew themselves into a single, thin, disapproving line as he cocked an eyebrow at the young Judge.

THUD!

Dax shook his head as Caedyn made a quick report. "We've got people hitting the Fortress now..." Before anyone could say a word, Zak started to take an enthusiastic lead, earning a small quip from Cotan to which Dax only nodded. Was he really surprised at this point? "I think he wants your chair, bud."

............Cotan began to organize the small party and ordered Zak and Dax to the front. Dax was actually glad to not be in charge for once. And Cotan was certainly capable of doing it...well, mostly. Either way, Dax took up his place, and followed only a pace or two behind Zak, who seemed to know the way. The Rogue extinguished his saber, not looking to draw anymore eyes to them as they approached the looming fortress.

............A chiptune of beeps and boops came from the BB model. Fun, more enemies. Caedyn relayed the information the droid spouted before asking about reinforcements. Dax stole a glance up towards the firery sky. "Not sure that we're getting any today. Cotan, you didn't happen to lose a ship full of Marshals, huh?"

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by Dax Fyre​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

The cultists were in droves of lifeless bodies around Corvax Fen. Leaving the path open for the three Jedi to the intimidating dark fortress of Lord Vader. Fire had crashed out all around them, from what the saw the sky blackened, the lightning hitting the tuning forks of the tower, a red beam shooting up high in the sky as if the power of the dark side had manifested in shooting straight through the heavens. The way was clear for them in a pile of bodies, little dd they know what evil they would face upon it's very halls. Soon they would enter into it's very grounds.

Meanwhile with the Mustafarian Natives making the assault upon the Fortress. Lava crashing into the dark obsidian walls as the ritual increased. The Mustafarians aided by the Ren's enemies started to walk across the walls, the TIE Conquerer's making passes at trying to destroy them, firing green laser blast across the surface. While the defenses in place continued to mount with Turrets appearing to try and shoot down any, and all that were to appear. As if making every attempt to stop the natives from trying to bring down the dark tower.

With the forces on the outer edges of the Fortress desperate to hold off the Jedi force, and the likes of the alchemist. Stormtroopers fell as the likes of Lava and poisonous gases overtook them. Those lucky enough to have been wearing lava resistant armor still continued to combat the Jedi with shields and Riot batons. Knowing that perhaps they wouldn't drive the Jedi back, but enough to stall them until their Master's plan was complete. With the corrupted Ren disciple leading the troopers to fall back, as they were slowly pushed in to the inside of the Fortress escalating the fight to it's very halls.

Within the Sith Cave. Kyrel focused on the energies, his hands spread out across the ritual circle on the rock before him. The entire room lit up in red, the faded Sith markings igniting once more with a furious glow. The red beam intensifying. "At last I will destroy all my enemies with this Fortress.. He said gritting his teeth, soon sensing a spark of light was coming. The rage driving him to clench his fists knowing that he needed a little more time. The door was slowly opening. The Force, The Dark Side itself would soon be released within a matter of moments. He had only hoped his Noghiri bodyguards would delay the enemy for a short time.

Janick Beauchamp Shira Varanin Dax Perl Zak of Amroth Cotan Sar'andor Jend-Ro Quill Sinestra

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

SITH CAVE BENEATH CASTLE VADER
ENGAGING: Kyrel Ren

Pound for pound, the Noghri averaged out as the best unarmed combatants in the galaxy. They could go toe to toe with elite soldiers of any human culture or government and have a solid shot at victory. In a fair fight, a Noghri would kill Jend-Ro Quill in half a second flat.

The sound of a couple of bodies hitting the floor - Noghri paralyzed and Force-choked into unconsciousness - echoed through the glowing cave. Quill ignited his saber and added a touch of brilliant blue to the red lighting.

"I've come a long way, boy," he said to the Darksider conducting the ritual. "I'm tired. Surrender and everyone sees tomorrow."