Imperator
The Storm rumbled forward.
The bout upon Ryoone had been but a start. The thunder before lightning struck, Darklight and the Third Legion were already on the move once more. Their mission was successful, even if there had been bumps in the road. A new world added to the fold, now came a time for the next aspect of their charge.
Reclamation.
Ertrax, a world long since in the dominion of the Sith since the empire was still in but a fledgling state. A world marred in the days when Kainite and Eternalist brawled. Yet such a thing was a distant memory now, the Ertraxi had been given the means to rebuild after the Malsheem's ravaging. To rise again in the glory of the Empire.
And then, planeshift.
Ertrax was cast asunder, flung across space to where it now sat. Distant, cold, away from the guiding dark light of the Sith. The Third arrived with the rumble of the Darklight's storm generator once more, a roving band of vessels formed from the many worlds of the Empire - of which Ertrax had been exempt, due to those technicalities of cosmic calamity. It should have been a moment of triumph, of the lost brought back into the fold.
It was not.
Perhaps it did not come to much surprise that a people so ravaged by the Sith in the past did not speak kindly to the notion of returning to the fold. Chaos-bringers, they shouted. Sinful slaves of disorder, they jeered. Ertrax's absence had been brief, but in that brief time something had changed. The world had been rebuilt, once more. Buildings arrayed in perfect symmetry, the scars of war disappeared in remade earth, in many ways - Ertrax had been reformed into an orderly paradise by something, and the Ertraxi had no intent of returning to the way things were.
A veritable army had risen up from the world, those who had once waved the banner of the Empire now stood side by side with warriors of bizarre and alien make. Yet, it mattered little. They stood against the storm now, and they would be washed away. The Imperator raised her hand, as the massive form of Darklight slowly descended into the low atmosphere - blocking out the sun.
The clawed hand clenched to a fist. A command, wordless, and absolute: death.
Objective I: Hellfire and Brimstone
Armies are arrayed, the Ertrax defense force stands ready to meet the Sith armada. A locust swarm of landing craft have burst from the Third's armada, the command of Imperator Ka was simple. All that stand against the Storm are to be washed away, crush the interlopers, burn their world, the beauty of what has been made here stands against the will of Empyrean's great Empire - it is a culture that no longer can be allowed to exist. Flak roars into the sky as landing craft make headway for fortifications that lay outside the main city blocks, a vast network of geometric trenches gorged into the ground - the legions of defenders, moving in perfect lockstep within. Kill under the vast shadow of Darklight, press on to the main Ertraxi settlement. The Imperator's commands are quite clear, leave nothing in your wake
Objective II: Mystery of the Void
It is not any meager force that can remake the world, while the Third Legion is prepared to burn Ertrax back down to smouldering ash and start anew - such wanton destruction means the mysteries of Ertrax's rebirth will be lost to the storm. Dash your way through the maddening symmetry of Ertrax's city, uncover what you can, see if within this hellscape there lies the information of what could possibly hold the power to reshape a world - before your fellows destroy it all. The interwoven architecture of maddening symmetry that makes up Ertax city hides many dangers, locals less than pleased with the Legion's presence, automated defenses, and labyrinthine layouts to confuse and distract. Yet, to the keen eye all paths lead to the center of the city. To a great structure that seems to have been stabbed into the earth itself - it doesn't take a genius detective to know, if anything is going to be uncovered about what happened on Ertrax. It is likely there.