Compliance (Zenithian Imperium Dominion of Kothlis)

[Laman Ress]

5/20

Laman and his men began a long and bloody fight, Laman cut his way through the enemies. Tearing through their flesh and bones, the phrik would give ample protection but it was not invinicible, it was not enough for one man, he was stabbed right through the chest, but the rest pushed through. The archives could not be damaged, and that slicer needed to find a port.

Laman grabbed the slicer and gave him the cover he needed in order to find a port. Laman had to mow through a few soliders and knights, but eventually they were able to find an access point. The Knights had not bothered to wipe their data to prevent them from accessing it, it was to important for them, this was a fools move in any normal military context, but these were force users they were fighting.

Laman guarded the slicer, but he couldnt help notice someting in the glass display case they were hiding behind, it looked important. In front of the object was a plaque that read "Holocron of Darth Jar'tall". From what little Laman knew of force sensitives, he knew that holocrons were important for some reason or another, Laman decided to steal it and put it in a compartment on the armor, these force sensitives wouldnt be using it when the imperium was done with them.
[member="Finger"]

 

[Finger]

Post 5

Once Laman and his men had made their way into the room, Finger throws a hand forwards, directing his men to follow them into the room, chainswords in hand. Some of his men roared, the rest simply got to work. They tore into the knights with their full force, cutting through flesh and bone, blood drenching the room. Finger throws himself into the fray as well, narrowly shifting aside from a strike from one of the knights, his lightsaber cutting through his armor, but missing his body itself, a sizeable chunk carved out of the prototype. Finger whips around, cutting the knight in half before he turns to see a lightsaber tearing through the skull of one of his comrades. Screaming out in rage, Finger runs towards the knight, cleaving through him as he takes him by surprise.

Finger spared a look towards the corpse of his comrade, face blank, but heart heavy. Yet another family which he would have to notify of their loved one's death. The man was to be a leader, train the others in the use of the prototype armor. But now, he was simply a corpse on the floor.

He takes in a single calming breath before casting a look about the room, before he moves to join Laman in the defence of the slicer, seething under his helm, but remaining calm. He had men to lead, he had to do what was necessary.

[member="Laman Ress"]

 

[Laman Ress]

6/20
Laman continued to cleave through anyone who threatened the slicer, he was the prime objective right now, and he must be protected at all costs. It seemed as if the Knights kept on coming, so Laman kept on cutting them down. The bodies piled up, but the slicer kept making progress, it was slow, the security on the archives was stronger then they had anticipated so it would take more time.

To Laman it did not matter, as long as he had ammunition and fuel for his chainsowrd, he could keep on mowing down soliders and knights until the end of time.

[member="Finger"]

 

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Alexander clasped a hand on Xil's shoulder as he moved to leave. A nod of affirmation followed. The Muun had done his part in bringing the sector into the Imperium's control, and it would not go forgotten. He watched as his friend exited for whatever purpose awaited him. The Viceroy was a very busy man, and without him the fledgling Imperium would have collapsed in on itself during its birth throes.

The Imperator turned his attentions back to Meneth.

"This is what we offer. We come as allies." His voice was heavy with purpose. His hand fell away from Worldbreaker as he folded his arms over his chest and walked the length of the council. Meneth seemed unmoved by his words, but her cohorts looked all too eager to sign themselves to this new power.

How foolish they were. Freedom was something worth fighting for -- you could not just give it away because a man with a gun promised protection. In a flurry of outrage, she bolted up, her hand going for something in her robes. Six of the guards within turned to face her.

"This is not the right move," she intoned, "If the lot of you cannot see that, then maybe your successors will."

The guards raised their rifles. The councilors dived for cover and cried in surprise as the room came alight with blaster fire. Meneth fired into the chaos as she rushed toward the back exit.

Alex reacted on instinct. With a roar of outrage, he drew Worldbreaker and lunged toward the nearest guard. The man was bisected from shoulder to hip, falling in two bloody heaps. One of his fellows opened fire upon him. The phrik plating absorbed the force of the blows without complaint. Furious, Alex thrust a plate-bound fist into the man's chest. He snarled as he heard the satisfying crack of bones and internal organs being pulped.

"Strask," he boomed as Alask took cover behind his armored form. "Save the councilors and kill the guards. Meneth will suffer for her duplicity!"

 

[Ak'lya]

5

Meneth had forgotten who she was standing in front of. Strask dropped behind the table as blasterfire erupted, drawing a shatterpistol, and peaking out to fire a quick shot at the Bothan as she fled. The pellet slammed into a wall, missing. He was out of practice. "Alask, take the Roon ambassador and disappear!" He called, watching the Twi'lek nod and run to the other ambassador, tackling the other ambassador as they both moved out of everyone's sight. As if into thin air.

Strask cursed as a blaster bolt hit his left shoulder, burning a hole in the suit he wore. Why he hadn't wore his trenchcoat today? He frowned, pushing the table over. Alask appeared next to him, materializing with the Roon ambassador in tow. "I thought I said to disappear. Out the way we came in. I'll cover you!" The Twi'lek frowned and seemed about to speak, but said nothing. He vanished again and Strask peaked out again, firing a shot into the nearest guard. The man let out a gurgle as he fell down, clutching his neck. Strask hoped the ambassadors were out in time.

What had happened to the man from Rishi?

 

[Xis]

1/20

Above Zenith Prime, on a derelict ship a manifestation of the force formed out of nearly thin air. It was neither alive nor dead, created by the unfathomable power of the force. The creation was a phantom copy of Iratus with literally no difference in appearance. Smirking the hybrid looked around as the ship was completely silent. There was nothing to give away just what truly lived aboard the vessel, but Iratus knew all too well what waited for him in the darkness. Creatures straight from the tales of old, ones that could even haunt a Sith Lords dreams. Rakghouls… Thought to be incredibly rare to find the Imperium had managed to hold an entire ship of them. It was perplexing to Iratus how they could be so shortsighted enough to have left the ship unguarded. With the number of ambitious force users in the galaxy, many would risk an arm and a leg to get their hands on the legendary Rakghoul. Through it possibly learning to create their own string of them, or maybe some other type of plague that they could bend to their will.

“How idiotic.” Iratus said aloud the words echoing off the walls of the ship, he had done it on purpose. To alert the Rakghouls that had been trapped on the vessel. He wanted to see them in action for himself so he could better examine them. To learn more about the creatures and learn the secrets of their creation. How the virus possibly spread and such. All things the Imperium should’ve done, but the hatred they held for force users would keep them from seeking out the answers of how to weaponized such creatures. Iratus on the other hand had no such qualms.

 

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6/20

Bright vitae spilled upon the council floor in what looked like gallons. Alexander was quite literally a human tank when clad in his armor. His blade made wide arcs as it cleaved through the traitor guardsmen without abandon. The energy field of the blade flickered and roared as it seared through armor, fur, flesh, and bone. Those that had been too close to the Imperator lay in bloody pieces on either side of him. Those too far away had met the crack of his own shatterpistol.

One of the men saw fit to jump down from one of the high rises. The Bothan shouted his plans for murders as he fell upon Alex, his clawed fingers finding purchase in the grooves of his pauldrons. The Imperator cursed loud and sharp as the living counter-balance to his weight sent him stumbling about. His free hand clambered out desperately for a handhold and found purchase on an overturned hand hold. The blaster bolts smashed into his armor like crashing speeders now, and his shields sputtered and died.

A furry little hand dug its claws deep into Alexander's exposed face and ripped down.

"Karking...!!!-" Alex shouted as he lifted the Bothan by the scruff of his neck and drove his sword deep into his assailant's stomach. Those warriors that still lived fled out the entrance their mistress had taken.

Alex rose to his full height, Worldbreaker dripping vitae and viscera at his side.

"Ackaron, Meneth has attempted to assassinate the councilors. Ground her ships and slaughter any of her guardsmen who do not surrender. She will pay for her treachery." He snapped into his wrist-comm.

His attentions fell upon Strask. "Did we lose anyone?" He asked with a heavy breath, his hand rising up to wipe some of the blood that still dripped from his wound.


[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Xis]

2/10

Now that they had heard a noise to stir them the ship came to live. All around Iratus the sounds of feral growls and snarls grew closer. Many wouldn’t have known about the Rakghouls aboard the vessel, but Iratus had been watching the Imperium for a long time. Especially their leader… Alexander. The man was one of ambition, though his view on the galaxy could use some changing. For one to be so solid in their hate for all religion and force users wasn’t something that Iratus had heard from anyone. For one the amount of Force Users in the galaxy had certainly grown, and two they could still be used as weapons. I will show him the errors of his ways… Then he’ll have to listen to me. Iratus thought as a pack of five Rakghouls skirted around a corner to attack the waiting Phantom.

Hands going out to his side Iratus snatched up the two sabers on his waist. Even though the creation had been a phantom it was still physical and the lightsaber was just as dangerous as a real one. The five Rakghouls held no strategy in their attack, they nearly stampeded over each other. From behind the rest of the pack one leapt over mouth wide open and claws extended forward. With a step forward and entering a lunge position Iratus brought up the right blade right beneath the creatures neck removing the outstretched arms and head from the body. The recently deceased Rakghoul flew over Iratus’ head to slam into the durasteel wall before sliding to the floor. Hmm… Feral, more so than I’d like.

 

[Finger]

5/20

Joining Laman by the slicer, he twirled his chainsword about overhead, hissing through hos teeth as he slices through an enroaching Obsidian Knight, cleaving his legs from under him, leaving the chainsword bloody. And then another came, and he cut that man down, the men under him doing much the same, cutting a swathe through the enemy.

Finger could not help but notice, however, that the tide could not be stemmed. "Where are they coming from?" He could not help but ask, speaking to Laman. For the time being, they would have to keep on fighting, he knew, until the slicer had finished his work. But as things were, he was beginning to wonder if they would have as easy a time leaving as he had previously thought.

[member="Laman Ress"]

 

[Ak'lya]

There was the din of chaos and battle, but as the other bothans saw their comrades cut to pieces, most fled. Except for one idiot who decided to jump at the Imperator. Strask watched the commander dispatch the Bothan with a sense of unease. How would this meeting affect the man's opinion of him? After all, this man was Xenophobic. How many species would they slaughter? How many would be branded threats? He let out a sigh, grasping his injured shoulder. He may have to guide this imperator away from being the kind of monster he sought to destroy.

"The representatives from Manda and Roon got out. I think the man from Rishi was gone before the fighting started." He leaned on the wall, sinking down until he was sitting. Muttering a curse under his breath, he tried his best to explain the situation to Alexander. "Bothuwai and Kolthis have been rivals for as long as anyone remembers." He sighed. "Meneth in particular has always hated me. She's highborn, rich, and used to always being in charge. Woman would probably kill her own daughter to stay in power." He winced as he tried standing back up. He could have been more careful.

Age was making him slow.

[member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Laman Ress]

7/20
"I do not know battle brother! It seems the flow of men is unquenchable! I do not know yet, but i have a feeling that there is some sort of trickery occuring. Call it what you please, but i cant shake the feeling that there is something more happening here." Laman said back to @Finger.

Laman continued to cut down Knights, the slicer would not be done for some time, the security measures on the systems were incredibly strong, time and patience would be needed if they were to suceed in their mission.

Laman had a feeling that the unquenchable flow of men was some sort of sorcerous trickery occuring. He could not believe that this many sorcerers were in this base, as the bodies started piling up, the feeling got harder to shake off.

 

[Thew Vullen]

The invasion was going well. The knights were being finished quickly and the new weapons and armor were working wonderfully. For every one of our soldiers that go down, twenty of theirs fall. I walk up the steps to the temple, admiring the glow the fires cast on the towers. The enemy's flags are burning creating symbolism that is only too true. I walk through the doors that have been blown off their hinges. The defender's bodies are piled high and it brings me a little happiness in knowing that non-forceusers can strike back.

"Thew reporting in. Sorry I'm late to the party." I walk down the halls towards the center of the temple. No one attacks me. It goes to show how desperate these force users are to protect what makes them powerful. I walk up to a nearby control station. "Backup slicing in progress." I say as I plug in my datapad and run a program to break through any security measures. "Just in case." I turn around and see a couple knights guarding a room. I walk over there and notice the tension in the four nervous knights.

"Get out of my way." The knights don't move. I draw my bolter and shoot two of the knights. The others charge swinging their lightsabers. I let their first two swings bounce off my armor and then I grab my vibroswords and impale the stunned, and soon to be dead, knights. The other two react better and I'm faced with two knights attacking from two sides. I manage to take one down, mostly by luck, but the other stabs me in the side where my phrik doesn't protect me. I unleash a roar and turn, ripping the lightsaber out of his hands. The lone knight falls to the ground franticly scrambling. I kill him with his own weapon. I then use the saber to cut through the doors. Afterwards I throw down the hall. I have no need for it.

I kick open the doors, which were detached from the walls, and I find children staring at me. They're huddled against the walls with fear in their eyes. None look above eight. I realize that these must be the knight's trainees. Their apprentices too young to fight. "Guys... I have a little problem." I say over the comms and hastily tell the council about the children.

 

[Xis]

The smell of burnt flesh filled the air as the corpse of the Rakghoul filled the air and if Iratus had been there in person he was sure it would’ve made him turn up his nose like a stuck up Republic Politician. Many did not understand the power that Force Phantom granted the user, the ability to create illusions that could interact and affect the physical world as though the creator was their themselves. One could even use their own force abilities through such a phantom, though it made the ritual even more draining on the user. Thankfully it was drawing off the lifeline whose essence was used to create the manifestation of the force.

Seeing their own comrade cut down didn’t even make the Rakghouls stop to think twice. They kept coming with their stampede ready to have themselves a nice hunk of Iratus’ flesh. They do not know fear. Iratus noted. Fear could do many things to a man, cause them to turn and run. Make them act in a way they would never have done in their right frame of mind. Or even drive them to do great things. While fear could be a boon as much as a weight, for such creatures it served as a benefit. Nothing would stop them from fulfilling their hunger for flesh. As disgusting as it seemed, it made sense. They had been created for one thing… To serve and fight for the one who controlled them. An army of fearless beings. Something Iratus could eventually look forward to.

 

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7/20

"Rivals." Alexander couldn't keep the grim laughter out of his voice. "That, my friend, is putting things lightly."

He ran the cloth of his rune-cloak over the length of Worldbreaker and sheathed the blade. The brutal melee had been particularly gruesome. The Imperator could only hope that he had not left some kind of bad impression upon his allies. Shaking his head, he ran his fingers over the torn flesh along his cheek and grimaced. That was going to scar.

"We need to get these people to safety. We're on her world Strask, and it's hostile territory now." The shacklebolt rifle whirred as Alex pulled it from its strap into his hands. The weapon would make short work of anyone who sought to do the politicians harm.

"We'll get them to the ships. Our infantrymen will try and stop Meneth. We can stop this war before it starts if we're quick enough."

The grim purpose in his words did little to help the morale of the army soldiers that had accompanied them. Even still, these warriors were hardened. They knew a life of war -- another conflict would just be another test; another wall for the Imperial Army to shatter under its tank treads.

Alex affixed Strask with a curious stare as he strode toward the back entrance.

"You and Meneth have a history?"

[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Laman Ress]

8/20
Laman watched as Thew entered, Laman would excuse his lateness for now, reinforcements were needed. Thew pluged in a datapad, which he assumed would automatically sliced if neccessary. Laman did not know much about slicing, but it always seemed a real, living being always did better than a automated program, but it was always useful to have a backup.

People kept on coming, the flow would not stop, something had to be up, but Laman did not know what it was yet, it might be one of those illusions, but Laman did not know yet, and if it was, Laman had no idea how to deal with it.

Then Thew called.

"What do you see battle brother!" Laman said.

[member="Thew Vullen"]
[member="Finger"]

 

[Invictus]

The stalwart warrior had placed himself in the hallways, bolter hanging from a chain on his belt. He'd stand himself against a wall outside the door his master commander had entered, never daring to enter, snorting every now and then. His eyes were dead set on the hallway in front of him, nothing but men in the distance, doing the same as all the others did. Thoughts of days past, of the fighting clouded his mind as he continued his watch, gazing off.

 

[Ak'lya]

Hostile Territory. The words rang in his ears as he managed to stand up, a medic rushing into the room as he did. The man rubbed some bacta onto the wound, Strask wincing as he did. "Meneth was the leader of Kolthis for as long as I've known her. She was initially upset that I got the appointment of Viceroy. Some street rat with barely any qualifications." He paused as Nat rushed in, handing him the old Cater coat he had worn for years now. Comfortable old thing. He sighed. "Bothuwai's Viceroy had the ability to override Kolthis's laws and such. Colony and all that." He gave a sigh. "I stalled a bill she tried to pass that would allow Kolthis to open trade agreements with anyone without Confederate approval." He rolled his neck, walking forward and drawing his shatterpistol. "Not that uncommon of a law, but it was worded poorly, and I had to get someone who knew these kind of things to double check it. He found the law redirected a portion of the profits to a fund called 'Deficit Treasury'. Looking into that showed it was a fund for Paramilitary actions."

He shook his head. "Never put it out there. Didn't tell anyone. Just told them to word it better. It got passed, but she never forgave me." Maybe that had been a mistake. He had been young. Naive. Maybe he should have had more experience. But that didn't matter. He let out a low sigh.

"We may have more opposition than just a militia, is what I'm saying."

[member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Xis]

It had been many years since Iratus could use his skills in saber combat, now after he was free it was time to test them. Many wouldn’t expect one that was so steeped in the arcane arts to have much skill in saber combat, but Iratus had to make up for such a weakness with his use of Niman and Jar’kai. No benefits, and no weaknesses. The perfect form for someone like Iratus, meant to be practiced in moderation. However just as Iratus had poured his being into learning about and understanding the deeper meaning and aspects of the force so too did he do it for his skills in lightsaber combat.

Both of the golden blades sung a lethal song as Iratus rushed forward to meet the charge of the four remaining Rakghouls head on. He was not worried about the bites or claw marks from the creatures as his body was not physical, however it would be the person he was connected to who would feel that pain instead of Iratus himself. Nor need he fear the virus due to the phantom not truly being a living breathing being. Head ducking beneath a wild claw Iratus came up with an uppercut slicing a Rakghoul neatly across the belly where it would tumble into two separate pieces. Without even looking to ensure his kill Iratus spun dipping low and bring his right saber around to cut off the upper portion of a second Rakghouls head. The wounds automatically cauterized yet even then some blood could be seen dropping to the floor as the body twitched and spasmed.

 

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Alex allowed one of the medics to stitch up the pulpy mess that had been his cheek as he listened to Strask. He really should have asked about the Bothan's relations with the leader of Kolthis before. Something to remember for the future, Alex decided.

"It is not as if we don't have enough enemies," the Imperator grumbled, "Why does she not see sense? The woman's arrogance confounds me." He shook his head. "We'll need to deal with her before she rallies others to her misguided cause."

Alex had understood early on that some would see the Imperium as a malevolent force. They were essentially invading the worlds that did not come into the fold via diplomatic means. What they did not knowm, was that those invasions were for their own good. What sole world could hold against the monstrous hordes prowling the stars? The Geonosians? The Graug?

Alex spat a glob of spittle onto the council floor and rose to his feet. His face was covered with small bandages pulled over the stitching to the point that it looked like it might snap. The makeshift dressing would have to do for now.

The Imperator's gaze fell upon [member="Invictus"] by the entrance doors. One of many men, but one that work the epaulets of a Warsinger upon his pauldrons.

"Brother," he reached up to thud a clenched fist against his chest. "I fear we are in unfriendly territory now. We'll need to escort the ambassadors back to their ships. Are your men prepared?"

[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Thew Vullen]

"Brother Laman! I fear that I have found the Order's children and trainees! I know not what to do with them!" I say as I step further into the room. The children back away, some whimpering with fear. I run outside and look at the bodies of the Knights. They had determined looks on their faces, ones of protection. I should've known. I pick up one of the Knight's lightsabers, a double bladed red that has an engraved hilt. I pocket it, it could be useful later. So many ideas for its uses. No wonder the blasted force users rely on these beautiful weapons. Sadly, I'm not efficient with double lightsabers and would sooner chop my arm off then land a glancing hit on an enemy. But it'd make a great bribe... Save those thoughts for later, there's fighting to be done.