Invasion Crumbling Castle | NIO Invasion of TSE Held Gravlex Med and Ibanjii (Generis)

[Kainan]

Y O U N G _ C O N Q U E R O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
LEGATE ACTUAL
KNIGHT OF THE EMPIRE
Armour | Lightsaber
Proximity: Kascalion Giedfield , Paz Koon

I T _ N E V E R _ R A I N S _ B U T _ I T _ P O U R S
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It was clear, the path to embedding his lightsabre deep in the body of the Devil. It would be him that would cut down the Dread Autarch! Stepping forwards, Kainan lurched closer, stepping into the Sith's guard to ensure he couldn't escape the impending bisecting. The silver blade closed in, wielded by the Knight as he sought to dole out the Devil's fate. In an instant, the purifying flame of the plasmatic beam met the hand of the Devil.

In place of him being felled there, the radiant blade met his palm, and the Force rolled off of him, focused in a single spot to absorb and draw in the power from the synthetic lightsaber crystal. But Kainan couldn't fail. Wouldn't fail. And his right hand pressed against the bottom of the hilt, slamming into it as if the added force would shove it through the Sith's hand and out the other side to end him there. But alas, the energy was being drained from the saber, and Kainan could see it happening.

The magnetic sheath that surrounded the plasma beam faltered, and within, the beam seemingly cracked as the energy was siphoned. The colour of the beam made it impossible to see it, but as the blade's power was sapped, so too was its potency. The blade itself was cracking during the struggle. Features contorting into a surface of frustration, Kainan cried out. The sound was nothing, little more than a cry of combined frustration and anger at the defiance the Sith met his blade with again.

With each move Kainan made, the Devil matched him. Too quick to out pace. Can he even be stopped?

When the Devil moved, Kainan's lightsabre lurched past him. The pressure in which he applied forcing him forwards abruptly as Kascalion suddenly swayed to the side, ensuring that his blade was cast off its course from impaling him. Past his torso, Kainan's nose flared, and the danger sense at the base of his nape flared. And as his eye tracked the tip of the argent blade, it trailed back to the skeletal features of his enemy. And in his peripheries, he could see the fist -- too slow -- and it crashed into the side of his face. The fist, almost as large as his own head, lifted him off his feet and sent him spinning. The momentum too much to handle as his feet touched the ground, wrapped up in his own cloak as he crashed to the stone roof. His saber skittering off nearby, deactivated without the constant pressure of his hand around its hilt.

Before he could even process the pain properly, the Youthful Knight's mouth never got a chance to flood with fluid. Saliva and the crimson ichor fell out his mouth in droves. Both cracked and whole teeth littering the ground around him, with the drops of his lifes essence staining the inside of his mouth, around, staining it as twin streaks of blood poured from each side. Additionally, with lips split Kainan remained knelt on the ground, practically prostrated as he stared, shocked at the proof of his own continued beating.

"I'm going to kill you," Kainan groaned.

The overwhelming presence of it all crashing in on him. The prevalent font of the Dark Side that was mere steps away from him, his own past that threatened to overtake him. To bubble over and push him to the victory that he was fighting for. To give him what he wanted. For with even the repeated lessons of the Imperial Knight's Codex, the Youthful Knight could not wholly resist the Dark. The draw to the Crimson Shadow was inherent, practically woven into his essence as if he had always been part of it.

His head snapped around to eye the Dark Lord. Those pale blue orbs burned hotly, hotter than anything he could ever remember experiencing in his adolescent life. No, no, no, no no! That little voice in the back of his head echoed. That turn, it was imminent. On the precipice of the return to the abyss, Kainan's anger flared through the Force. Not a call, but a warning of impending doom. That it was certain.

"I'm going to..." Past the Sith -- Paz Koon's form rushing -- and he was drawn back. The sight of the Knight enough to remind him of his oaths. To stop him from throwing himself over that edge and indulging in what was easy. But they lived through struggle, didn't they? Constant conflict was the state the New Order was in. Big or small, insignificant or of the utmost importance, his own struggle was no different to that of their Empire.

"I'm going to stop you."

He surged towards the Sith, the time in which it took for him to get back to his feet and take that first step to the Sith negligible. From behind him, the lightsabre bounced across the ground before it raised to be caught in his open palm. The Force squeezing the hilt, the ignition button depressed as it traveled through the air, and as soon as it met that leathered hand, he was already in the midst of the motions of slashing from ground up. The move brought Kainan lurching from left to right, his argent beam slashing across the Sith's knees, from Kascalion's right to left, it threatened to raise along his left thigh before it completed the first half of the crescent, before cutting across the torso to perform the half-moon slash.

Tear stained features, masked with sweat and the splattering of blood that he hadn't even bothered to wipe away coated his features. Coupled with matted hair topping off the near crazed grin that captured his hate filled gaze.

Allies | NIO | NJO | Nearby | Rurik Fel | Enlil | Marcad | Viera | Dagon Kaze | Kaska Arden | Viers Connory
Enemies | TSE | Kascalion Giedfield | Nearby | Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius | Laertia Io

 

[SF-3335]

Location: Generis Base - Generis
Call Sign: Plasma Seven
Allies: TSE ( Marimax Mortui )
Enemies: NIO (Loros Kalaric Konrad Bolter Jax Sloane Arten Jinn )

“Plasmas, advance and clear the traitors out of their holes. Seven, move in on their flanks and engage the Cataphracts.” Caelian Lsu gave his orders in a direct and straightforward tone, spurring the formation of Outriders forward to engage the enemy infantry.

“Copy that, One. On it.” Nixie answered immediately, peeling her smaller machine away from the group as she activated the Indrastra’s stealth systems. While stealth was never perfect in the context of armored warfare, especially pertaining to big, stomping walkers, a degree of elusiveness was never a disadvantage.

In the depths of the jungle, Nixie could rely on the dense foliage and towering trees providing her machine with plenty of cover, albeit at the cost of speed owing to the roughness of the terrain. Nevertheless, she moved her walker to cast a wide berth around the location of the enemy positions. Then, she rotated around, marching towards the flanks while her squad mates screened the enemy head on in order to protect the tanks at the rear. Yet even now, valuable time was being lost as she moved alone through the jungle. The cries and screams of a few unlucky squad mates echoed over the comms as their walkers were struck, disabled, or destroyed by turbolaser and mass driver fire from the Cataphracts, in addition to harassment from speeders ( Jax Sloane ). While the repulsor tanks behind sought to provide fire support, the foliage obstructed sightlines, forcing gunners to rely on sensors to acquire targets.

Fortunately, after some time trudging through the jungle in relative isolation, Nixie located the Cataphracts ( Willan Tal ) through the foliage, her passive sensors registering multiple enemy contacts as she approached their lines. She didn’t waste any more time than necessary, charging up both of her machine’s electromagnetic plasma cannons, before firing off a pair of mass driven energized plasma projectiles aimed for the rear of the closest Cataphract. All the while, her walker's aerosol dissipation systems pumped out a cocktail of sensor-disrupting Nagnol gas, a play intended to further obscure her exact position in the thick and colorful jungle foliage...

Spoiler: Loadout

• “Indrastra” Sith Eternal AT-PW
  • Modular Internal Chin Weapon Hardpoint (2)
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Gun
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Gun
  • Universal Mass Driver Nano Missile Launcher (2)
    • High-Explosive Nano Missile (20)
    • High-Explosive Nano Missile (20)
  • Universal Gas Dissipation System (2)
    • Pink Vapor
    • Nagnol Gas
  • Cargo and Pilot Gear
    • DS-101 “Venture” Multipurpose Protective Attire
    • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Loros Kalaric]

LAIGREK ARMOR SQUADRON 5/5

ALLIES: Konrad Bolter | Willan Tal | Jax Sloane | Arten Jinn | DECEASED Erskine Barran

ENGAGING: SF-3335 | Marimax Mortui ​

Corporal Kalaric was not having a good day.

He was having a great day.

He was strapped inside of the seat of his AT-SAT, with the rest of his walker group in similar positions. They were magnetized to the bottom end of the gunships that were assigned to help deliver the armor into the fray, he had cut his teeth on worlds like this before, he still recalled the Kalee Campaign, stomping around the woodlands, marshes, and jungles. Purging the opposition out of their settlements and collapsing whatever forms of resistance they could cobble together against him. Those were old, retired Pentastar era Imperial walkers, museum pieces, and some local bits of machine work. They were hardly a proper test for a Walker Ace such as himself. At least, that wasn’t how he saw it. And now here he was, at the head of an assault, leading his very own division of walkers into the fray. The New Imperials were stretched thin, and due to protocol, he would act more of a simple centerpiece for the rest of his unit to operate around and off-of. The real, weighty commands coming from Up High, some brass who’s name he never properly thought he should recall.

Which meant, for himself, he could afford to think a little less about the slaughtering he was about to take place in.

He reached into his shirt pocket and fished out a package of deathsticks, popping one between his beak and lighting up. The smell wafting into the cockpit of the vessel as he leaned his head back, letting the slow, tingling sensation work itself through his entire being.

This was a fine batch.

Plenty to steel the nerves.

He hardly noticed the planet rolling by under his feet, or the anti-air rounds calling out all around the gunship squadron as they closed in, faster and faster to the landing area.

A voice came crackling over the comms, filling his vessel to the brim.

<<Walker Squadron Laigrek. Your primary objective is to rally with the Blue Hearts Armor, they are currently engaged with hostile armor trying to pin down the Fighting Fists, both are Galidraani divisions. Bolter’s Hammers are also on the field. Good hunting out there, gentlemen.>>

Moments after, the pilot blurbed over, confirming thirty seconds till landing on the upwalk to the Galidraani position.

<”Friendly armor incoming, Hearts and Fists, point us at the bad guys and we’ll give you some breathing room.”>

 

[Ren-Hua Mant]

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Allies: Onrai | Seela Leini
Opponents: Caarlyle Rausgeber | Tantalus

The campaign the New Imperial Order had waged upon the Sith Empire had been long and merciless. Generis was but a pit stop in their quest to pummel the will of the Sith-Imperials into nothingness, and their naval superiority was enough to make most sailors quiver in their boots. But Ren-Hua was no sailor.

She was a mercenary.

"Stealth drives active, skipper.", her small ragtag crew called out. "Everything else off the line, just as yousa order."

Good.

Ren-Hua had little interest in engaging with the New Imperial fleet. She liked living and was happy to let the Sith-Imperials throw themselves to take the brunt of the hurt. Besides, not much a small missile cruiser can do against a multitude of star destroyers some fifty times the size of her own ship.

As the NIO and Sith-Imperial fleets slowly drifted toward one another, Ren-Hua leaned back in the captain's chair, tapping the grip of her holstered blaster. If the Sith-Imperials thought she would be augmenting their own fleet and the fodder they would inevitably become, they were sorely mistaken. As far as she was concerned, the NIO could have the space station. She just wanted to see the beauty of exploding star destroyers.

Patience. Ren-Hua would stand by in the comfort of her own ship, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Once engagements began between the two fleets, Ren-Hua would order the jettison of air so that the ship could slowly - and silently - drift toward the NIO forces from their left flank.

As if to appear disinterested, Ren-Hua gave her next instructions, a tone of borderline contempt for the ineptitude of some of the less intelligent on her crew.

"Make sure you get a positive ID on their flagship, please."

"Get comfortable folks, we may be waiting for a while.", she said as she raised her arms above her head, letting off a yawn.

 

[Djorn Bline]

P U N I S H E D _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
GENERIS
ARMOR | PRIMARY | SECONDARY | MELEE | GRENADES

SCHISM​

The teal colored river came to view, flowing freely in its stream down to whatever lake or form of open water it connected with. Flowing peacefully with whatever creatures harmoniously living in its water, ignorant of the conflict that was marching through the dense jungle that surrounded almost every inch of Generis. Finding the stream of water Snake began to trek along the body of water towards the direction of the base according to the accurate intel provided to him and the others, fighting tooth and nail to accomplish their stake in the operation. Always vigilant of his surroundings as he understood that the SIMPs had a better understanding of the terrain than the New Imperials, but even then no one seemed to conquer the wild spanning across the planet as there wasn’t much industrial development or a major city with towers reaching for the heavens. There was hunter and prey when operating in this terrain, different tactics than other environments.

And beyond the thick flora there was prey in his sights.

The espionage operative stooped low, crouching and approaching the enemy that was unaware of his presence. The reflec and camouflage pattern on his armor did wonders in blending in with the jungle’s flora. He counted six of them, wearing what seemed to be light armor made for scouts and other patrols to work efficiently in this kind of environment. They weren’t an obstacle for him, but he would terminate them in order to prevent any disasters for the others if this squad of Legionnaires were tasked in impeding the main assault force led by Willan Tal and DECEASED Erskine Barran . Few they were, but if they were properly trained, they could inflict a lot of damage by themselves under the guise of the dense jungle. Raising his blaster rifle the crosshairs were explicitly aimed at the trooper that appeared to be the squad leader with those marks on his armor. Dead they would all be, but he’d keep one alive for a few questions.

The flex of his trigger fired and a particle beam bolt exploded upon contact on the Sith-Imperial, the explosion destroyed much of helmet’s at the front with shrapnel of the material littering about. As for the face underneath? Absolutely disfigured from Djorn’s prejudice, much of the skin burnt and even bone shattered. The attack caught the other SIMPs by surprise, a bit shocked before retaliating back towards Djorn’s direction. The New Imperial fired back, not worried about accuracy as even one particle beam bolt landing on the ground near someone did the trick on incapacitating them. It only took a few seconds for the firefight to conclude with everyone dead save for Snake and one survivor from the squad, crawling away in attempts to save himself as his legs were crippled. It was no use as the COMPNOR Storm Commando approached the wounded soldier, the man activating his comms to alert any units nearby. They were already alerted from the firefight and probably sending a squad to search what had happened. Five, soon to be six dead Sith-Imperials would put everyone on high alert and increase security around the base than it already did from the main assault force.

<“Thi-this is SL-dash-seven-six-twent-“>

And was abruptly cut off from his transmission when Snake’s boot stomped on his arm where the integrated commlink was, effectively destroying it. The same arm Djorn grabbed and wrapped around it in a kimura and applied pressure, putting the man into more pain than he already was. He’d talk out of desperation, such was the human psychology.

<“Got anymore friends lingering around?”>

<“Oh, sh*t. F*ck, fething stop man- GAAAAH.”>

Some pressure was applied.

<“Answer.”>

<“Yes, yes! A couple hundred meters from us, oh f*ck please.”>

<“Your orders were?”>

<“We were...we were sweeping the area for shitbags like you! Fething sakes, f*ck you!”>

That was good enough for him. The rest he could assume their secondary objective was to perform guerrilla tactics against the conventional armor and infantry units cutting through the jungle. It was a large jungle and plenty of places to hide before initiating an attack to unsuspecting personnel. Information he would pass along to the main commanders of this mission, hoping for the reconnaissance units to uncover more of these elements to prevent any casualties and damaged mechanized assets. A simple blaster bolt was shot behind the Sith-Imperial’s head right before Djorn went to rummage through the squad commander’s belongings. A code cylinder and a few spare grenades to take.

The operative ran with all his strength in his legs from the weight he held from the armor and equipment he had. His sensors scanning the area to avoid any squads of SIMPs, and to his relief the Sith-Imperial base was in sight. Maybe a kilometer or so from his position. Here he'd have to take precaution advancing, and even more when infiltrating the compound's perimeter. Anything that wasn't related to the New Imperials? Shot on sight.

Shoot first, ask questions later. Compassion had no place in war. That was an easy way of getting killed and compromising the mission.

And he'd see this mission succeed.

ALLIES | NIO | GA | Rika Hiro | Don Belkora | Kelig Ward | Jax Sloane
ENEMIES | TSE | Eira Dwynwen | Loske Treicolt

 

[Willan Tal]

G A L I D R A A N I
New Imperial Order
1st armoured Galidraani ARMOURED-VOLUNTEER brigade
1st Battalion, "Fighting first."
The boys and girl: Konrad Bolter DECEASED Erskine Barran Loros Kalaric Jax Sloane Nima Appw'rii
Opposition: SF-3335

"Change the frequency again you blithering moron," Tal shouted at the radio operator, trying to regain control of the fraught situation as more Sith soldiers and Galidraanis exchanged blaster fire." move it up to 442h-" Tal's words were interrupted by an object landing in the hole he shared with his radioman. Tal looked down to see a severed head, too burned and misshapen to be recognised as a sith spawn, though it was also hard to tell if it was one of his own men there were so much blood and matted dirt. With a startled look and gaze out of where he lay, Willan realised that the head had come from one of the poor souls in a cataphract hit by walker fire.


Shaking off an unfamiliar chill that went, unbidden, down his spine, Tal turned to several of his boys armed with ATGM launchers hiding in cover.

"HIT THEM, BOYS!"

Before he could even turn back, the loud notes of numerous missiles sounded as they moved through the air and over Tal's head. The missiles found their mark among the enemy tanks and walkers, sending some halting as the missiles punctured the armour and sent some bursting up in flames. Other walkers seemingly cast off the rockets and carried on lurching forward, peppering Galidraani ground forces and tanks with blaster fire. Had Tal not ordered his troops to spread out from the road and move into combat positions ahead of the first enemy attack the Sith attack might have claimed many more lives and tanks. As it was, though Galidraani's died by the dozens, Tals force kept determinedly pushing further for Generis station. Again Tal and his officers gave the signal, and more missiles flew from the anti-tank hunter squads and at the Sith armour. The missiles streaked through the air with brutal speed. They arced high and then impacted the ranks of vulnerable Sith troops and tanks heavily. Though the volley was not as effective due to the Sith forces being spread out like Tal's men were, several of their tanks still were damaged or went up in flames.


Tal wagered as well as anyone else with a bit of sense that if he didn't get full reinforcement from the rest of the Galidraani brigade, he'd be dog food by days end. He turned once more to his radio operator and took it from the man's hand, jabbing in a combination to get through to Barran.


It worked.

<<" Brigadier general Tal to blue heart alpha and all available adjacent units, 1st Battalion is bogged down, requesting support and reinforcement, will attempt to trap the sith unit and destroy, attempt flanking manoeuvre if attainable, will hold them till arrival over.">>​

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[Eldaah Aderyn]

Elidibus-class Star Dreadnaught
Lightsaber | Armor
Maynard Treicolt
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"One hour until reversion in the Generis system, my Lady," Lord Admiral Sentongo stated to the robed and hooded figure standing on the bridge. The Elidibus and part of its accompanying fleet had been dispatched to reinforce the newest thrust by the New-Imperials into Sith Empire space while the rest would follow. "The rest of the fleet is twenty minutes behind us, as you requested."

"Excellent," the voice of Darth Arcanix replied. "Anything else?"

"Your suspicions were correct, my Lady," the reply came from the Korun admiral. The figure nodded, turning its full attention to the azure tunnel of hyperspace before them. On the console beside her, the AI on the ship, MORGAUSE appeared. A glance from the figure and the AI nodded and disappeared. The bridge crew busied themselves with preparing for the coming battle, making sure systems were optimal and all defensive measures were at peak efficiency. The legionaries of the 173rd were gearing up, pilots were getting into cockpits to run system checks or talking with the engineers in the hangar. It all appeared normal for a ship heading into a warzone.

"One must admire conviction," she remarked as the tunnel started to turn into a kaleidoscope of colors. Cries of interdiction field and to brace for sudden reversion filled the bridge and with an almighty flash, the Super Star Destroyer and its escorts were pulled out early. A Galactic Alliance task force was present, IFF systems and MORGAUSE quickly identifying ship classes, even individual ships.

"Squadrons launching!"

"Shields coming up to full!"

"Enemy transports detected in their fighter screen, they mean to board!"

"Sensors locating the interdiction field origin! Marking as Priority One! Enemy flagship designated Priority Two!"

Even as the Lord Admiral and her crews began giving orders, preparing to engage the Alliance task force, the hooded figure merely clasped its arms behind its back and watched the ion trails of fighters moving to intercept. She could feel the Force presences coming, full of determination and one in particular... yes they had been right after all.

Maynard would feel Taeli reaching out to him, letting him know she was here, almost mockingly. He would come, him and his affectionately named Wolfpack... he was on one of the transports in the fighter screen. Flak and point defense lasers opened up, Sith fighters screaming into battle against their escorts. Gunners aimed for the gunships, energy splashing against shields. The Lady of Secrets could feel all of it, feel the deaths occurring even in this initial stage of battle. Turbolasers and ion cannons would fire on the Alliance ships and vice versa would be met, but the Wolfpack were here to hunt. They wanted her back.

"First squads should be standard Legionaries, draw them in. They had Mandalorians on Felucia so I expect the same to be here as well. They will target our key systems, distract our defenses... but they do not know what lurks in this ship."

The Elidibus, unlike many other Super Star Destroyers in the Sith Empire, was a mobile fiefdom of the Lady of Secrets. Sith troopers and standard ship defenses would be the least of the Wolfpack's worries when they came aboard. It was not an if they would arrive, it was merely a question of how many.

"Breach in hangar, a gunship made it through." Comm traffic was heavy as the first few squads of Sith troopers on the ship converged on the hangar bay and the surrounding hallways. The fodder to draw them into the ship, and all the time, the presence of Darth Arcanix could be felt by Maynard and under the shrouded hood, a smile was born.

 

[Kascalion Giedfield]

Armor: X | Lightsaber: X | Right Arm: X
Objective 3: Rakatan Secrets
Primary RP Opponents: Kainan
Overarching Opponents: NIO | TSE | Respective Allies
Overarching Allies: Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt
NPC Allies: Sith Warlords Conscript Corps (10,000)
NPC Fleet (Can be Played By Me for Free Fleeters): Hallowed Grave, Tuk'ata-Class Qotsisajakaar Battleships, Mutate-Class Carriers, UR-15 Lightning Strike Gunship, UR-15 Thunder's Roar Starfighter, UR-13 Crimson Bolt Interceptor

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The strike connected with power enough to knock the boy off his feet and send him tumbling across the increasingly damaged rooftop. Rolling, wrapped - imprisoned - in his own cloak as the air whizzed past the young knight like sharp spears, defenders against the black shadow that loomed over this ancient relic of a temple. The Devil choked out a corruptive chortle of mockery as the boy struggled into some resigned form of docility before him, waiting on hand and knee - bent around the puddle of teeth and gums as the crimson regret of this battle dripped from his lips. Yet, as with all Imperial Knights - it seemed - he refused to admit this pain and subsequent defeat of engaging a man far beyond his capabilities. At least verbally. Mentally, he was conflicted, aware of this punishment for his transgressions against God, yet unwilling to give up his quest to slay him.

"I'm going to kill you," the boy groaned, so sure that he was going to achieve this. So sure of his own conclusion...incredible really. And foolish.

The Devil dropped all pretenses of having this bout continue on the grounds of hand to hand combat and began approaching the fallen warrior. Each step was slow and purposeful, the black claws of his toes clacking and penetrating the stone, leaving deep gouges in the ancient masonry. Today, mere affronts to the elder beings that left behind so much in the way of the Force and technology. Tomorrow, evidence of God's presence upon this misbegotten world under siege by opposing loons fighting a pointless war of attrition. And with each step, the Devil could sense the young one's growing conflict, his need for this impossible vengeance on one who had done him no wrong personally dragging him down the beaten path towards ultimate sin. And ultimate power. The Dark Side of the Force. The Devil himself. Unfortunate for the Knight that God was not feeling generous this day.

"Hush, child," the man of terminal evil thundered over the battle as he watched the conflict within the boy begin to take its final holds. So this is how your story ends? Fallen to my power so swiftly? A shame. "Your pain will be over soon enough."

With a fastening-pull of the Force, an Imperial saber of some fool killed by the Conscript Corps - outnumbered and outgunned - flew through the air and into the open palm of the Devil, who gripped it nearly hard enough to snap the hilt in twain. Snap-hiss. The argent blade came to life with the stench of burnt ozone, the ignition switch - made to resemble a golden coin in the center of the hilt - pressed inward with the ring around it glowing from the inner power of the weapon. Gripping it with both hands, the Devil raised the blade high - preparing for a straight vertical swing down onto the un-helmed cranium of this youthful soldier. His head would be cratered, split like slaughterhouse meat, and his body would be discarded for the vultures. The glorious fate of all who would dare defy their God. The Knight met his gaze, defiant to the last moment. His lips, bleeding profusely at the lost teeth and damaged gums, parted as he began to speak once again.

"It is over now, boy," the Devil whispered before letting loose a heaving roar of effort as the blade began to swing downward.

And then, from nowhere, another appeared with a blade shining of pure moonlight energy that caught the arcing blade and cut it in half, the pure force of this Kel Dor's intent to save her ally stronger than the Devil's intent to kill him. The argent blade was shunted downward from the overhead strike and sizzled to deactivation and he finally let out a yelp of surprise, retreating back several steps away from the blade of blood and gore.

"Bï büshtïdtug pu jii zhiẑ, Kel Dor!" he screeched with a rancor's octave, his voice almost volcanic as the rage at this interruption became beyond apparent. Yet his words were incomprehensible to any modern tongue and, to the untrained ear, would have sounded like a magmatic eruption. "She bï zhij gût she bï muu sëp pib bï jïm!"

Another fastening-pull of the Force brought his true blade to bear. Crack-Growl. Fuming toxins and red beams of hellish energy that was barely brought up to defend against the resurging onslaught of the youthful man who had regained his sense of balance. The lightning cracks of each silver left-right strike against several pivoting bulwarks of the Devil's weapon resounded in the air, his knees barely able to escape the attempted injuries. Yet, each slash grew in impact and drew closer and closer to their intended target...when, suddenly, the Devil was afflicted by stabbing pain that shot through his left thigh. A missed strike? Yes...impressive. The boy had increased his speed so subtly he was able to land a perfect slash against the unarmored portion of the Devil's thigh, catching him off guard.

As a mere nanosecond passed following this recognition, the Devil's previous fury subsided and he could only scream out with a joyful, triumphant "YES!" as the smoldering orange scar steamed in the wind. And without hesitation, he upped the ante. With the usage of the Force faster than any mere mortal could perceive, the headless body of an Imperial Knight - now quite contorted from the sheer velocity at which he was pulled - blocked the final attack of the young man, properly cut in twain at the clavicle as the Devil took a great leap backwards. Only then did he feel the roof of this construct begin to shudder and shake from the damage done to it across this battle.

But that mattered so little to him now. With eyes of ice blue now hardened on both of this Imperial mongrels, the terminal evil finally retrieved the claimed shoto from his belt and activated it. Snap-hiss - brandishing both weapons at the duo that stood before him, crossing the blades over his chest. If two is what it took to face him on some substantial ground, why make it easy for them?

"Come then, Imperials," he laughed with great genuine happiness as he adopted the opening stance of Jar'Kai, no longer appearing to favor the inexplicable usage of Soresu. "Show me what power two of you hold against God."

 

[Laertia Io]

Khefiir had definitely earned the title Battlemaster. He adjusted to her attacks expertly, not letting himself think about the next blow. Or the next. The Nuetralizers and Witches fought in unity in the back ground, bent on slaughtering as many as they could, which they did despite being heavily outnumbered. The Witches let loose with lightning and terrible spells, darkening some areas of the battlefield to near pitch black conditions, allowing the Nuetralizers to gun down or cut down surprised combatants. While certain Jedi attempted to use Force Light, it only made them easier to target, and they died screaming as the onboard weapons on some of them fired, while others let loose with everything their chassis had equipped by factory default.

"ALL-THAT-I-NEED-IS-JUST-ONE-MOMENT-IN-YOUR-ARMS." a Nuetralizer sang out as it snapped a Jedi's neck.

Danger in the Force screamed out to Laertia from behind, and she didn't need an Oliver Queen-style Flashback to know she needed to do something. But the loop of Force Silk formed so fast she didn't have time to focus to teleport, merely throw her hand in front of her neck as the silk fell around her head, yanking upward, catching against her palm painfully as she was violently yanked upward, cutting into her hand as she still gasped for air.

Raw strength broke the strand, combined with using her Resistance to the Force to dampen the Force Formed Strands effects as she fell to the earth, cuts in her palm dripping red blood.

As she dropped to the ground, she was forced to dodge the swipes of another Knight, attacking her with a double bladed Lightsaber, finally catching him by the neck and snapping it.

Laertia looked at him, his face reflected in her green visor.

The Jedi couldn't be allowed to win, no matter how right they were about the evils of the Sith needing to end. But every Jedi thrown away fighting a senseless war was one less to fight the Bryn'adul. They were forcing this, prefering to put every planet at risk rather than temporarily set aside differences. It was completely selfish.

Laertia twisted the Light within her, making it do her bidding as dark blue lightning arced up her Organic arm, erupting from her palm in such a powerful burst she could barely keep it on target.

It was a highly altered form of Electric Judgement. It wasn't capable of killing Jedi, only heavily stunning them...

...but if it connected, it had an extremely high chance to temporarily cut off their ability to use the Light Side of the Force (Albeit it wouldn't stop their ability to use Nuetral powers).

This dark blue lightning of a budding Light Side Sith thundered with an audible crack through the air, the flesh of the witches in its vicinity bubbling in a painful manner for them that cost some of them their lives due to the distraction as it raced towards the Jedi Master, over a Nuetralizer that had been cut in half, crawling towards a wounded Stormtrooper who was freaking out, frantically shooting at it.

He might be a good person, but he stands in the way of a United Galaxy, and we have Bryn'adul to kill and Family to protect...the little voice in the back of her head that would someday become Darth Xiphos justified in the mind of a Black Knight fighting to win this battle.

 

[Viers Connory]

//: G E N E R I S //:
//: Allies //: Viera //:
//: Engaging //: Alina Tremiru //: Darth Strosius //:
//: P U S H _ I T _ T O _ T H E _ L I M I T //:

​

Viers raised an eyebrow when she realized that Viera could see her. It meant that the ability wasn’t perfected and didn’t prevent all vision of her. Discovering this now, before she entered combat was probably the best-case scenario that could have happened. Viers’ mind focused on the force technique; she went over her process again and again. Nothing seemed to have been done wrong - maybe Viera was stronger than she looked. ​

“Aw, Viera - don’t go all Jedi Master on me, please.” The padawan groaned as her face echoed the emotion. Viers wanted to avoid a lesson on the battlefield. She had received enough sage advice while growing up in seclusion with the old woman who took care of her. “I got this.” she quipped, reassuring Viera and herself in the process. ​

The knight was calm and gave input as they continued to move against the flora outside the temple. She could feel them. Those that succumbed to the Dark Side were so close - the ones that killed her parents. Viers shook her head, remembering the man (Sam Connory) she met on Corellia, the musician with the giant silver balls. She was still shaken up about finding the man and discovering that he was her father. Growing up thinking her dad was a fighter, one for the cause, dying for it. ​

Nope, he was just a street musician. Viers had hope for her mother’s legacy - maybe the old granny Jedi was at least telling the truth about her. ​

Crawling into the bush closest to the flank side of the two Sith. Viers watched, feeling her heart race. Viera’s voice started to fade as the padawan focused hard on the blonde whose back was to her. Her chance, her moment for whatever revenge she desired, was there staring at her in the face. Before Viera could react, Viers took off, the Force fueling her speed as she remained camouflaged. ​

A leather boot hit the ledge, causing a small burst in the collected dust as Viers used it as a launch point. She felt the exhilaration of the Force fueled jump while her twin sabers appeared in her hands. Yellow blades ignited, crossing in front of her chest aimed to decapitate the Sith.​

 

[Nima Appw'rii]

G e n e s i s _ A c t u a l
307th Red Riders Stormtrooper Legion / Genesis Rangers
Armor / Main Hand(s) / Melee I / Melee II / Grenades

NIO Konrad Bolter DECEASED Erskine Barran Loros Kalaric Jax Sloane Willan Tal
TSE SF-3335 / OPEN

G r a s s A t t a c k

​

Lieutenant Cinn was meticulous as he pried off the rank bar from her chest plate, the blond couldn’t keep the grin off his face. The woman still wasn’t sure how to feel. They were supposed to be celebrating but her lips were set in a deep brow and Nima stared past him; a chill creeping up her spine. The rank was still somber though absolute, the noted absence hit had Genesis the hardest still. Nima’s form was rigid, trying to follow along with the monotone address. They had stripped down every inch of blaken plate for the occasion, the sterility of the ceremony rivaled by the chemical agent still lingering upon her armor. From behind the trooper, the kel’dor read off the appointment, each word drawn pointed with the anointing of the station.

“-whom I appoint Major-”

The temporary command within the 307th had long spoken ahead of time, the expectation laid out at her boots and debate of conduct. It wasn’t her fault they had been stacked with the extremists and expected them to thank a man for lying blantly about their mission. It was a broader generalization but the deployment to Archais had been a reminder of services rendered under the likes of the Empire.

“-carefully and diligently discharge the duties..”

Yinchorr came close to rival. They all had a deployment they regretted, it still left a bitter taste in her mouth. Nima couldn’t help but revile the naval bastard, when he lowered the data pad she made it a point to stare him in the eye. The hangar was still as she raised her palm flat as the man stepped aside; she knew the drill. The rank of Captain was stripped from her person and it’s place a heavier badge of office dressed in its spot.

She didn’t have the discipline..her lips pressed together tightly. Disagreement echoed in her mind. Nima didn’t have the motivation..? It was closure, but there was a drive there that renewed her vigor every day she donned the helmet. Maybe it simply boiled down to her attitude. The merit they were looking for hadn’t broken orders and had followed procedure-her growing lack of faith was what concerned Nima.

What was the point now?

The letter of recommendation had come from well above any of their stations; hidden within the General’s own cache. It was faith invested in her-in one breath the soldiers at her command and her own ability. Seldom did Nima struggle with doubt-it wasn’t doubt, it was fear for the future. She wanted to find the pride to continue down this path. Nima’s grip tightened on her helmet as the commander stepped forward; passing off her credential.

Yazec had postured himself at the helm of their operation but she knew damn well the kel’dor was full of it. A crisis is what they reasoned the necessity to be, squandered potential had painted her record and he hadn’t hesitated to point it out. Icarus had flown too close to the sun, Nima didn’t want to follow in suit-They were in the final leg of the journey, a tumultuous blue vortex painting the hangar-the hum of the ship’s engines drowning out the ceremony. Nima wanted to make it home.

“Repeat after me-”

“I Nima Appw’rii must face the truth squarely and without flinching from duty,” Nima answered in full, what were they going to do? She didn’t wait for the commander. The woman tilted her chin as she passed off the helmet to Cinn. She was just further signing away her life. The bend of her hand presentation of the rifle at her side was silent, from the corner of her peripheral she could see Archer shaking his head. “My enemies are many, my allies few. I dedicate this weapon, given unto my hand at the behest of the Imperator, to their destruction. I regard its function as my only duty: I live only to bring cleansing fire to the enemies of the Order with the will of defiance. I will take up my blaster and sword, my armor and fealty to the New Imperial Order, and go forth."

​

But now they were trapped in the jungle. From the top of the humid canopy trees came crashing down in the path they had cut through the thick fauna. Bolts of plasma eating up the natural wealth and sowing chaos in the rank. Sparking hulls of battle droid, black clad SIMP and their own covered the jungle floor, dead or wasting away. The ground shook from the fall accompanied by the not too distant artillery engagement.

They had been sent into the thick of it to keep eyes, no obstacle too great for the rangers. The Galidraani batts. were seeing worse on the roadways from what she could glimpse. Metal was rend-through the gap in the canopy, another explosion followed and a dark plume of smoke billowed from the road. There was no straight shot to target, the air space was thick with a screen of plasma and smoke, Yazec wouldn’t be able to deploy yet-even if the kel’dor would have considered giving them the time of day.

<<“Forward One, what’s the status on the spearhead?”>> Nima radioed.

<<“Heavy opposition, SIMP forces moving in to-”>> static ate up the rest of the transmission, the audio receptors whining before the A.I cut the channel. It was thicker fighting then they had seen in some time-

<”Cinn what’s left of the droid line?”> the woman adjusted the link, they didn’t have eyes on the front now and her mind reeled. From somewhere in the trees ahead firefight broke out again and Nima’s helmet snapped over her shoulder-it was hard to say who or where the shot came from.

<<”Forward One-Forward Two what’s your status?”>>

The line was still static and the A.I filed down the line of the scout team, red aurbesh detailed the worst. A man could lose his way with the wrong turn around a tree this far in, walking into an ambush or worse..Her rifle fit snugly in hand as she brought the butt to shoulder, unloading the spent powercell as she watched the fire line carefully. The heat stirred up it’s own winds and ash rained down upon them.

<”Big sixity is still functioning, one Evocati squad in company”>

<”Good. Evil Eyes take the droid company and sweep up the forest line. Intercept any SIMP forces that took out Forward. Cover the column,”> Nima said as one gauntlet fished out a fresh cell, reorganizing them as she locked the cell in; cracking her gauntlet against it. <”Bird Dogs support the first platoon, Genny Boys on me!”>

The hellish flames roared and encroached quickly upon the company’s loose line. Nima planted one knee in the dirt hailing troopers forward, blast plate ringing out and men hauled themselves over fallen trunk and roots.

<”Copy that Genesis”>

The tint of green mirrored against men’s armor as they waded through the thick to escape the fires. Troopers dropped beside her as the platoons split across the jungle maze and Nima’s eyes scanned the life roster flickering with life signs. Red cut a swath through too many good men’s names.

Sweat dripped down the woman’s brow as the flames leaped into the canopy overhead, a long groan spelled another falling tree. Embers erupting as the trunk came crashing near, men knocked in to one another-hauling eachother out of the way.. A wall of heat at their back and an armor pincher facing desolation on their front. The woman’s eyes scanned the radar pulling up the rear as the last trooper passed, rising to her feet the HUD shook with each step as she broke out in to a full sprint.

<”Genny Boys we’re moving. Box boy sound off!”> Nima heaved for breath as they crashed through the undergrowth. The faint scent of smoke and tibanna tainted the filters. Her rifle hefted up in one hand as she threw herself over a fallen tree as she hauled herself up and over.

The platoon moved around her as they fought low hanging branches and vines snagging. Through the foliage red blast plate and droid hulls were glimpsed as they pushed the line. The echo and crack of the fire fight renewed as the radar’s farthest reaches began to populate again, red marring their pathway.

<”On your left ma’am!”>

<”Radio the spearhead-blue alpha?”>

<”Negative ma’am, that’s their second batt. That’s the Brigade General on the front.”> the radio officer’s voice grated on her ears, Nima directed the platoon with one hand as the broke left.

<”Just get me a transmission. Karking Galidraani, radio Vindicate One second, check their status. I want all supporting companies to converge on the spearhead. We need to relieve the third and fith batts,”> Nima barked, heart rearing in her chest cage. The static ebbed and flowed as the ground shook, a single red light blinked steadily away at the corner of the screen; waiting for the line to connect.

If their side of the forest was burning up, the SIMP could have it for all she cared.

<”Standby ma’am!”> the radio officer appeared through the foliage, shadowing her with the relay box in hand. <”Vindicate One reports we’re on the wrong side of the river-”>

<”Oh he’s so karking funny isn’t he, finally grows a sense of humor-”> Nima’s frustration boiled over as they moved, her voice shrill as she mocked the zabrak.

<”Ma’am signals up, no guarantee with interference-”> the officer interrupted her. Somewhere through the trees the HUD highlighted walker movement and Nima heaved with heavy sigh, turning the rifle over in hand she unclipped a series of grenades loading the secondary barrel.

<<”This is Major Appw’rii to Brigade General, reinforcements enroute. What is your position?”>>

Now they waited.

<”Genesis, Evil Eye engaging SIMP forces. No Forward survivors-">

<”Copy that Cinn, move Heavies up from Bird Dogs and waste the bastards-”>

Adrenaline coursed through her veins now, driving each step forward, a series of comm chatter floated across the link and soldiers moved into position. Through the tree line they could make out the movements of the scattered armor line, splinters washed over the woman and Nima stooped low-throwing back up against a tree. A closed gauntlet raised stalling the platoon, squads pulling back as they took cover as another barrage hit the roadway off their sights, blanken chunks carved out from the forest before them. Soldiers were scattered, maybe for the better but there were.too many men down just the same.

<”Squads pick your advance points go-”>

<”Tank remnant one hundred meters.”>

<”Artillery hole fifty meters!”>

<”Tree cluster-”>

Her visor passed over the nearest troopers as the men sounded off-they barely read on visuals and the thermal was practically useless. The radar passed over and the roster began to reload, Vindcate’s numbers bolstering as they moved into position. Her gauntlet passed to her belt as she yanked off the heavy smoke cylinder, gesturing once down the line with it. They were a well oiled machine and there was an inkling of confidence that caught her off guard. It would just be another mission, then the real work would begin. Nima held one hand aloft before dropping the pin, hauling it back she tossed out the first cannister; a trail of smoke following in it's wake. Several silver cannisters followed, hitting the devastated road and cutting it in half. The rangers filed forward through the remnants of the trees, a thick tar smoke proliferating across the road choking out visuals-dampening incoming fire as they descended on the roadway.

​

 

[Khefiir]

OBJECTIVE 3(a): KEEP THAT RYVVING JAGGATH Laertia Io THE FETH AWAY FROM OBJECTIVE 3 SO THE JEDI CAN DO THEIR JOBS
BUT NOT DO THEM THAT WELL, BECAUSE IT WOULD BE IDEAL IF JE'DAII INFILTRATOR Cotan Sar'andor AND MILLENNIGENARIAN AUTOCRATIC TWINK Enlil REALIZED THEY SHARED THE SEMI-SECRET GOAL OF DESTROYING THE THING​

You didn't fight ke'dem without, sooner or later, running into lightning. Laertia had significantly more raw strength in the Force than Khefiir - he could feel it in the air, taste it as ozone, as the bolt took form. He set his feet and put his lightsaber block where it needed to be.

The lightning struck like, well, something out of a nasty storm. But contrary to appearances, it wasn't electricity; it didn't behave as he expected. Rather than detonating and grounding into his Iightsaber, it snared him with an effect that was entirely new to him, a neural stun of sorts. Khefiir had made a study of lightning, but whatever this was, it found him unready. When he tried to call on the Light to resist, he found it...not silent, but alien.

The Force was still there. The Dark called, yes, but also the Force as a whole. He reached out in what felt like more authentic, intuitive ways, absent the Jedi mindset he'd worked so gard to cultivate.

He shifted to Juyo. Vaapad wasn't among his skills, but Juyo - the unfinished form - had always felt like a gateway to the primal. Whatever Laertia's power had done, it had distanced him from Soresu's clinical, precise state of mind and technique.

He hadn't been holding back exactly, but he'd certainly been on the defensive. Now he moved in, drawing on that primal connection to drive back the mental fog and fuel a more serious lightsaber engagement. The Force heightened his already prodigious strength to match Laertia's. He committed.

 

[Gallius Orcana]

ALLIES | NIO | GA | Caarlyle Rausgeber | Var Koon | Naier Rambeigh | Jivim Vaak | Tantalus
ENEMIES | TSE | EE | Onrai | Ren-Hua Mant | Seela Leini


NIV PRIDE OF THE EMPEROR

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
THIRD FLEET

FIRST CONTACT
​

Generis. Why would the Imperials come to such an insignificant world ?

Gallius knew the headquarters had decided to capture the world, and Gallius's mission was to secure that space station. He would strike there, and keep the orbit secure for reinforcements to come. Working under the orders of Commodore Naier Rambeigh, he would be part of the task force sent to escort the boarding troops. He had even engaged his own warriors, a dozen carogos and two freighters full of motivated Kaleesh warriors, who would storm the objective and kill any and all Sith trooper who dared oppose their might.

One of the many Kaleesh cargos that joined the boarding action​

The freighters positionned themselves on the flanks of the caravan, while the Pride of the Emperor spearheaded the convoy, shielding the cargos from Sith volleys. Soon, many imperial vessels joined and began their march towards the station, with the intent of boarding it and overwheliming the Sith. Gallius had heard that the infamous Stossjaeger would join the battle : he was surprised such elite troops would partake in that operation, but he realised that the operation would be much more dangerous if such fine soldiers were to lead the boarding action.

However, the space station was one of the many considerations he had to worry about. While the task force was advancing, Gallius turned his gaze on the datapad he was holding. He pre-wrote the order he would send to Javelin, ordering him to turn his guns to the backs of his comrades. Commodore Curtis Rheardon, such was his name. Gallius had learnt it through a secret report COMPNOR agents adressed him, in order to perfect his knowledge of the future defector. Some in COMPNOR had expressed the recurrent fear of everyone in the intel service : Javelin was in truth loyal to the Sith, only trying to infiltrate and destroy the Empire from the inside.

Somehow, these fears had been cast aside by a head of service, and Gallius had been authorised to proceed and prepare Javelin's turncoat action. And as the imperial task force closed in, Gallius put the datapad down. The moment was not opportune yet. First, he would find Javelin's Harrower, then analyse the situation, and when his superiors gave him the order, he would order Javelin to reveal his true loyalty.

The striped Pride of the Emperor began to fire broadsides after broadsides, leading the task force to the station. Soon, Razor Squadron could be launched, providing extra defence against bombers and other small crafts. When Gallius saw the good moment, he launched his fighter squadron. And as the Imperials came close to the station, Gallius asked for further orders from his Commodore, and the Grand Admiral. He was not unsure of what to do.

He just wanted to know which Sith he should kill first.

 

[Konrad Bolter]

T Y R A N T
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
66th ARMORED COMPANY 'HELL'S HAMMERS'
XT-62 | MBTb 'Cataphracht'

EASY TO BEGIN​

TYRANT - SPEAR
I - II - III - IV - V

DEVIL - SWORD
I - II - III - IV - V

The thunder rolled. The harsh scent of burning tibanna gas was quick to sear his nostrils as they ventured into the thick of mechanized war. For the Hell's Hammers, they were never short of work. Rebellions and insurgents always abound to see the life choked from their lungs. But Sith? Sith were different to kill. Each mark symbolized the meager contribution to a greater goal. He could only hope today the Hell's Hammers would drag more of these dark adherents kicking and screaming into the hereafter.

First sign of life came from the commo of Galidraan's own, Willan Tal .

<< Brigadier General Tal to blue heart alpha and the 66th armoured company, we've made headway into the jungle, and we're heading for the point of interest, will send SITREP when we've made contact over.">> ​

<"Understood. The six-six is moving up on trajectory north-north east 13 magnetic, we hope to establish an envelopment and drop the hammers."> Konrad voiced, his words carrying nothing but the calculated drive to forward the mission, then came the all but mandatory banter.

<"And keep your eyes peeled, these Sith dogs will be a great deal more difficult to sight in on than the albino insect Arkanians on back in the home country, worthless f*cking dependents. Tyrant out, we'll relay if we get anything."> It was the last respite, the last words he'd speak in a fully relaxed composure on Generis.

<"Command warned we'd be up against a prepared position, traps, ambushes, the whole lot of it.">

<"Noted, keep your eyes on the thermal scopes and keep pushing. I don't want a moment of idle rest. The Sith know we're here, there's no doubt of that. What matters now is closing the gap before they can formulate anything resembling a competent defense."> Konrad remarked. The cigarettes he kept in the side pocket of his fatigues began to burn a hole in the fabric. Not literally, but he needed to smoke. And soon enough, he tucked the stimulant between his lips, forcing it alight before he peered down his own scopes with a narrowed gaze.

The jungle, ever perfidious. The 'panzerkeils' the 66th deployed within were a safe measure to guard against ambush, it covered a lot of lateral ground and saved any one vehicle from being the focused target from ambush without exposing the attackers from the collective fury of the rest of the formation.

Then. The slightest click, a horrible crack and the deviously horrid transformation took place, the feeble metal sent forth from the explosive charge beneath it melted into a superheated warhead from the ground beneath, puncturing the sealed, pressurized crew cabin of one of the Cataphracts, the one directly to Konrad's right flank, Tyrant-3. As soon as the metal punched through, the shrapnel, the fire and pull all ignited at once in the dread crescendo of a hastened death. Three valiant sons slain in an instant. Their remains? Unidentifiable lest the ID tags could be scraped and squeegeed from the pile of molten gore left within the pile of fiery scrap. Nothing was left for the officers to argue if the crew or the machinery was the more vital wartime asset. Only a jagged, heavy metal grave in its wake.

The sight winced his eyes and clicked his teeth for a moment before his gaze immediately scanned the tree line.

A fiery storm of a blind retribution lit it all up for ten...nine...eight...and then silence.

Before the commo flicked to life again, his ears stopped ringing and he honed in on the noise from his headset inbuilt to the camouflaged helmet nestled to his brain pan. A futile protection from what he just witnessed.

<”Friendly armor incoming, Hearts and Fists, point us at the bad guys and we’ll give you some breathing room.”>

An inhuman tone of voice, he cringed at the audial sensation.

Then came Tal.

<<" Brigadier general Tal to blue heart alpha and all available adjacent units, 1st Battalion is bogged down, requesting support and reinforcement, will attempt to trap the sith unit and destroy, attempt flanking manoeuvre if attainable, will hold them till arrival over.">>​

<"Understood, General. 66th enroute."> To carry any offensive of worth, they needed every facet of the attack upright and moving.

<"Before you squawk at me again you pea brained avian trogladyte, get your squadron on the move to harass the column bearing down on Blue Heart Southbound. Your 'SAT's should do the trick in slagging those infantry and lighter vehicles, leave the real meat to the big guns, don't leave any blood in the water. Don't take any losses, you arrive, you attack, you leave."> Konrad commanded, feeling the need to explain to the decidedly lesser being the full concept of skirmish tactics.

<"Tyrant Spear and Devil Sword, on me, keep formation. Pin the 1st on your sights. Get AP, high powered in your weapons and move to enveloped, keep to keil formations, you see any stretch of path you don't like you adjust. Hammers, on the move! Double time!"> Konrad commanded, his upright volume less a result of stretch and more the adrenaline. He took another pull of his rationed cigarette to calm him down before he leaned back and up to view down the commander's scope.

The 1st should be within their vision soon enough...but in the jungle, there was no safe bets. Only bold and blind maneuvers.


ALLIES | NIO | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal | Jax Sloane | Loros Kalaric
ENEMIES | TSE | SF-3335 | OPEN

 

[Enlil]

NEVER AGAIN

​

The King moved behind the Knights, headed for the same position as they broke through and engaged the primary defenders. It was through the efforts of Iron that the Flames found purchase within the Temple. He moved forward from the Landing Zone separate from the others, moving through underbrush and clearing the path.

It was another commotion that drew his attention.

He stopped short of two Jedi and two Sith, blades bared as they snarled and snapped at one another. Mongrels, all. The fact remained that the Jedi were tentatively their allies, and if he did not act on their behalf, it would not serve the Imperium in a positive light. Enlil had to make a showing.

If not here, where? If not now, when? Appearances were everything in the game of Diplomacy, even in the theater of War.

He stepped forward. The Jedi advanced, prepared for conflict with their blades at the ready. There were Sith close at hand, their presence prominent even from this distance. Perhaps there were many of them, or perhaps they were powerful. None of that mattered.

Instead, the King took up their flank. Like it had been on Dantooine, with the Jedi as his Vanguard, Enlil lifted his gauntlet laden fist only slightly. Flames were no good here. If he burned away the Jedi, it would be seen as an act of hostility to both the Alliance and undoubtedly their own monastic order. No... he waited, considering his myriad options. There was no reason to simply act with finality.

Nothing had spurred such a need, yet.

"Do you require an entrance, Jedi?" he asked of them without approaching too closely. Perhaps they would recognize him, or even realize that he meant no harm simply because he opted for words first and not brash, violent action.

Perhaps not, but that remained to be seen.

"We share the same destination, after all."

Allies: Viera | Viers Connory
Enemies: Darth Strosius | Alina Tremiru​

 

[The Amalgam]

Wearing: Resistance Epidermis

Armed with: Skin Shears (Purple Split-Saber)

Accompanied by: The Cult of The Brain Demon (150)

Nuetralizer Model 1's (150)

Objective: 1

The Amalgam had to admit, her daughter wasn't half-assing her weapons designs. The Nuetralizers were based off YVH Droids. Vong Killers, good for killing Jedi as well. Laertia had merely updated the design for her purposes.

The Amalgam, and the Darth Phyre hiding inside her, was so proud of her. Now if only she could figure out the best, most painful way to make sure she found out Syd had once been Phyre. That would drive her to the Dark Side fully.

"Y'know, I think The Black Knight will make your death especially painful!" One of the Skeleton Droids gushed to another in earshot of her as she led the way, disrupting her train of thought. "We all got bets on how she kills you! I'll bet she'll force you to drink cryonic fluid."

"I think she'll use a Knife!" another suggested.

"My bets a good old fashioned Pump Action Shotgun." Another Nuetralizer suggested happily. "Its what I would use."

"A shotgun isn't enough. Now, a Baseball Bat with a nail in it...in that weapon lies the truth of all there is. They do kill gangsters with such weapons still..." a Skeleton Engine of Death mused further in the back.

"Put me down for Four Hundred. I'm good for it. I bet I die via toothpick." The Amalgam suggested casually, drawing the attention of the Nuetralizers.

"Why toothpick?"

"Because if she does manage to kill me, I'm pretty certain it won't be a toothpick..."

The murder bots all shrugged, following her. They so wanted to kill her, but their Mother forbade it: Preserving the Compact was what mattered more to Mother.

The Amalgam then signalled for everyone to use whatever form of stealth they could in order to make their way through the hungle as she sensed immense danger.

The Nuetralizers cloaked themselves with their equipped stealth units, while The Amalgam and her Witches used the Force to render themselves invisible. They came from behind the Forces of Konrad Bolter leading mechanized units, shooting and killing anything in their path as they tried to press forward.

Some of the Nuetralizers, armed with detpacks, used their modified stealth systems to quietly sneak up on some of the mechanized units, to plant reflec coated devices on the hulls of the cataphracts. The Witches sneaking up on soldiers moving through the brush and starting to snap their necks. Other Nuetralizers got into position behind as much cover as they could, armed with launchers and sniper rifles, The Amalgam mentally commanded one of the more skilled Witches to initiate the actual attack.

The Witches flesh shuddered, and terrible lightning rain down from above, striking multiple soldiers, while the Nuetralizers detonated the charges they had placed on some of the tanks. Many of the Witches spoke curses that dampened light in certain areas to near pitch black conditions as Nuetralizers fired tgeir launchers and sniper weapons, grenades and rockets racing towards more of them.

The Amalgam cackled, then got on an encrypted comlink, having prepared a surprise for Willan Tal and his forces. More of her Witches waited on his advancing line, with a number of Sith Stormtroopers. Their spells would render their allies physically undetectable until combat started.

"Is your team in place to intercept the NIO?" She asked, delighted at the suffering she was feeding off of in the deaths of the NIO soldiers.

"Yes." came an answer on the other end.

"Gooood..." the Amalgam sneered. "Let 'em have it..."

When they were in range, having watched Tal's men die in vast droves to others, only then did they initiate their attack.

They spoke a terrible, unnatural series of words to remove most of the light over a vast area. And then they began releasing lightning, Rakghouls, and the soldiers fired rockets and grenades at the mechanized units. Swaths of women in white catsuits charging into battle in the darkness, cackling as they attacked...it was a sure fire, inevitable success, but it was nonetheless one hell of an ambush the Amalgam had prepared.

Snipers in the trees began opening fire at Tal's soldiers also, just like Nuetralizers targeted the forces of Bolter...

 

[SF-3335]

Location: Generis Base - Generis
Call Sign: Plasma Seven
Allies: TSE ( The Amalgam Marimax Mortui )
Enemies: NIO (Loros Kalaric Konrad Bolter Jax Sloane Arten Jinn Willan Tal DECEASED Erskine Barran )

Nixie handled her machine with decisive and aggressive action in her advance into enemy lines. Almost immediately after the Cataphract was destroyed, her walker bent down to assume a position that resembled a low crouch in order to prime a charged jump. Amidst the haze of smoke generated by the dissipated Nagnol gas, a pair of Galidraani stormtroopers caught a lucky visual on her walker, with one of the soldiers bringing to bear a handheld anti-tank launcher on her machine in a single, fluid motion. A fleeting moment of panic caught the Elzeri pilot’s senses, but nothing longer than that. Just as the stormtrooper squeezed the trigger to fire off the explosive projectile, her walker shot up from the earth in a powerful, brute force vertical jump, reaching an apex height of twenty-five meters above the ground before the jump jets were fired in reverse with a mental command.

The last thing the stormtroopers saw before being rendered into a tenderized meat and betaplast paste beneath the Indrastra’s titanium feet was the awe-inspiring scene of the walker briefly ascending above the haze of smoke, before the flash of the ion jump jets brought the machine slamming back down to earth.

All the while, the screening elements of Outrider walkers and their accompanying Legionnaire formations moved aggressively to pin down the Blue Heart formations, with soldiers shouting war cries in ur-Kittât even as they were gunned down by the disciplined Galidraani firing lines. Over the comms, the shouts of her squad mates continued almost unabated, until finally reinforcements arrived in the form of The Amalgam 's catsuit-clad witches and strangely musical battle droids.

“Scattered hearts, broken glass, I don’t feel a thing! Do-oo, do-oo!” One of the droids sang out as it bashed in an unlucky stormtrooper’s betaplast-clad chest with a durasteel fist, before freezing a pair of charging stormtroopers with the cryonic laser built into its chassis.

"If eatin' Chubbas made you obese, I be The Blob!" Another droid rapped as it incinerated a trio of stormtroopers with the Baragwin flame thrower in its throat.

For her part, Nixie did not hesitate to capitalize on the momentum, taking advantage of her position along the flanks of the Galidraani lines to lay down a hailstorm of fire from her walker’s laser cannons, targeting tanks, tank hunter infantry, and stormtroopers in that order of priority. The concentrated rapid fire salvo was enough to disable another Cataphract, which Nixie opted to finish off with a salvo of five high-explosive nano missiles before turning her cannons towards the infantry, picking off a trio of stormtroopers as they readied their anti-tank launcher for a shot at her machine.

Spoiler: Loadout

• “Indrastra” Sith Eternal AT-PW
  • Modular Internal Chin Weapon Hardpoint (2)
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Gun
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Gun
  • Universal Mass Driver Nano Missile Launcher (2)
    • High-Explosive Nano Missile (20)
    • High-Explosive Nano Missile (20)
  • Universal Gas Dissipation System (2)
    • Pink Vapor
    • Nagnol Gas
  • Cargo and Pilot Gear
    • DS-101 “Venture” Multipurpose Protective Attire
    • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

Spoiler: OOC Note

The Amalgam , let me know if it's okay for me to depict the Nuetralizer Droid! I really like their style and couldn't resist the urge to feature one of them in my post, given the opportunity. I apologize in advance if I botched anything in depicting one of them.

 

[Kaska Arden]

T H EㅤT R O U B L EㅤW I T HㅤR U B B L E
R A K A T A NㅤT E M P L E
G E N E R I S

Lightsaber | Belmont's Resolve | JSTP Armour | Uproar Blaster

A L L I E SㅤG Aㅤ/ㅤN I O
Dagon Kaze | Violet Horne | Viera | Viers Connory
Ryv | Zaavik Dagoth | Auraya Irath-Ur

E N E M I ESㅤT S E
Enyo Typhos

A sudden shift in the force was Kaska's only warning that her plan was scuppered. Whoever her attack was, clearly they weren't about to be so easily fooled. Unusual given the Sith she had encountered until now. Well prepared, too, judging from how easily they had pinpointed her position without the use of the Force. Technology wasn't the usual hallmark of the normally rabid cloak and hood cult brigade, having, much like their Jedi counterparts, peaked at the advent of the lightsaber some twenty five thousand years ago and not progressed much further since. Coupled with that sound gun, she had a feeling a ranged extended battle wouldn't go her way.

Now wasn't the time to dwell on that, however.

As the venerable, weathered pillar exploded under the telekinetic onslaught, Kaska was forced to abandon her position and cover entirely, rolling out from the rubble just a split second before it crushed where she had occupied only a second previously. Her blaster was not quite so lucky, being relinquished to the crushing stone in order to free up a hand in order to telekinetically catch and suspend the larger more deadlier pieces in place. Her teeth gritting with the unexpected effort so quick on the heels of that sonic attack.

If subterfuge, however basic, wasn't going to cut it, then perhaps a more head on tactic would do the trick.

With a wordless grunt, the Jedi rose from her crouched position and bodily heaved the very stones that had almost become her funeral cairn down the dimly lit corridor towards her assailant, throwing caution and finesse to the wind in favor of pure brute force.

Sparing not even a second to catch her breath or re-center herself, the Nyriaanan was already hot on the heels of the rubble even as it launched down the passageway. Her saber blazing a reckless viridian trail behind in her wake. No doubt Kaska's opponent would likely avoid or simply bat them aside if that earlier telekinetic attack was anything to go by, but with a little luck it would prove to be enough of a distraction to close the distance and get a clean strike in.

 

[Eira Dwynwen]

Tag: Djorn Bline and Loske Treicolt
Equipment: Vibrosword, two daggers
Attire: Super Practical Jungle Outfit
Allies: TSE
Enemies: NIO
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The battle was kicking off, Eira was using stealth as her approach, picking off targets one at a time. She wasn't armoured and her skills weren't designed for large scales fight, just useful in guerrilla style attacks and slowing the enemies approach. At least for this battle, that was what she was doing, she could hear a soldier on comms, talking with someone else. Seemed like they were doing a lot of cussing, approaching from the shadows and overgrowth, Eira snuck up on the soldier and slid her sword through the armour plates and killed him in one blow. He let out a death scream since Eira couldn't cover his mouth and several troopers turned around and saw the body drop to the ground and her shadowy figure vanish into the jungle once again. Troopers fired shots in her general direction but she was able to avoid them by keeping low to the ground. Unfortunately that meant her clothes were ruined! Ruined!

Coated in mud, leaned against a tree and sighed, she really needed to invest in some pleasant looking armour if she was going to be involved in battles like this. Something fabric based, she needed lightweight and allowed her to perform her elegant fighting moves while remaining attractive to the eye and allowed her to not worry about blaster bolts coming at her, at least not to be as fearful as she was. Her clothing provided no protection and these soldiers seem to enjoy shooting first and talking second. Not helpful for the Twi'lek, but she could work with brutes, they just had to be approached in a different manner to others.

Moving slowly forward, Eira didn't see anyone important with the remaining soldiers, she was waiting to see if there would be someone of useful information or someone she could approach about 'switching' sides. Working her way forward, Eira attempted to keep out of sight of the troopers to get the drop on the next soldier. Breathing calmly as she relaxed her body slowly.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Secure the Rakatan Temple, Kill anyone that gets in the way
Location: Outside the Rakatan Temple
Equipment: Lightsaber
Allies: TSE
Enemies: NIO / GA
Tags: Alina Tremiru / Viera / Viers Connory / Quinn Varanin (For just this one post, plz no hurt)
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His gaze narrowed slightly on the jungle around them. It wouldn't be long now, the jungle wasn't empty anymore. Good. I was getting tired of waiting anyway. He could only hope that their defenders would hold, for the sake of the temple if nothing else. Alisteri was stirred from his thoughts by a harsh remark, turning to cast a confused glance at Quinn. As far as he could recall, he had never properly met the Echani, but Alina's response at least reminded him of her name.

"So that's the Quinn lady you used to talk about..."

He muttered to his companion, glancing down at their hands in surprise as she grabbed his. Had it not been for the coming battle, he was sure that he would be blushing a bit. "Of course, so long as the same goes for you." He had no intention of dying this day, and he would be damned if he let her. Once again his gaze narrowed at the jungle, his sabre sliding into his hand and igniting in one swift motion.

There was activity all around them, ready to strike once the first group decided to burst through and break the peace. The air was tense, and even the least observant Legionnaire on guard could feel it. The unmistakable feeling that a battle was about to begin, equal parts anticipation and fear rising within most present.

All ready to boil over at the first sign of trouble.

"Here they come indeed."

Right as he was prepared to leap into action at the front however, he heard something land behind the pair of them. He turned just in time to spot what he assumed to be a Jedi, dual yellow blades bared as said Jedi leapt at them.

Well chit.

The first thought he had was to quickly adopt a defensive stance, and the second was to yell. "INCOMING!"