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

[Violet Horne]

Allies: If you think I am going to tag all of y'all, ya crazy. Dagon Kaze
Enemies: Marcis Sorr
Objective: Embrace the Light

"The Light, Vee--stand in the Light!"

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"We are the Light, Dagon. Focus on the fight before you get us both killed!" NotEntirelyViolet growled as she only managed to slash past the spinning form of Sorr. Even then the smell of fabric and beneath it meat filled the air. Her nostrils flared in disgust, but something inside of her sung. Yes, yes, press the advantage here. ​

It was a disturbing sensation, but she tried to accommodate. ​

Moving with her own momentum, she spun around her axis, all intent on following through with a stab through his chest. Instead? Sand, grittle and dirt slammed into her face. It caused her to falter, sputtering with pebbles in her mouth as she stumbled backwards.

This only opened her up more for Marcis to come in pressing his advantage. His fist smashed into her wrist, the force behind it empowered by... well... the Force, something snapped in her bones. The wrist wasn't the most tough of places after all. Almost immediately the iridescent blade started to dim, flickering out of phase.

As if the heartbeat was arrested.

As if Marcis' strategy was sound and had worked flawlessly.

But it was there that NotEntirelyViolet smiled green. Her eyes flickering open right as her other hand snatched up, moving to grab Marcis by the shoulder and pull him in towards her. At the same time, the ooze of emerald started to spread from the arm holding him (if she had succeeded anyway). "Darkness is choked by Light." Violet growled.

Then.

She spit green ooze towards his face.

 

[Ariealla Vareldi]

Equipment: Sith Sword (In signature), Saberstaff
Attire: Regalia, Cape (Both in signature)
Allies: TSE
Enemies: GA/NIO | Specifically Zaavik Perl and Auraya Irath-Ur
Today's Program: A Waltz

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So the boy was the master, given how he spoke and held himself. Not only that, he was familiar with this technique, given how his eyes were darting about. No doubt trying to peer into her psyche, guess where she would stalk them from. A clever boy, if he was able to track her without his senses she might just have to reward him for as much.

She circled them slowly, seeking out her angle of approach, when she felt the boy move before seeing him. He drew, of all things, a blaster... which he used to spray down the area she was stepping into. How amusing, she wasn't familiar with many modern jedi but had assumed that they would hold at least some of their old beliefs regarding firearms.

Glad to note that the wheels of change did still move.

The first two shots impacted the wall behind Ariealla harmlessly, while the third connected with her cape. The heavier fabric was made of a specialized alchemical thread, causing the bolt to seemingly deflect into the ground beside her. As if that alone didn't reveal her position, she couldn't help but let out a playful giggle which echoed in the rather nice acoustics of the room.

"My my my, come to other people's homes, break into their private chambers, and try to shoot them all without ever saying hello? Oh how the times have changed, I remember when Jedi used to have manners!" Just as with the giggle, her singsong voice echoed out around them. Meanwhile, she adjusted her step pattern, falling into a natural rythem for waltzing. Each step around them was timed evenly, hastening to escape where her voice had been moments before. Hoping to draw their initial attention there before striking.

Eventually she reach a better position, and made her move. She used the Force to fling a loose rock at Auraya's head from behind her, while rushing from the other side at Zaavik. The first warning he would hear was the sound of her heavier cape struggling to keep up. The second would be a scraping noise closely followed by a higher pitched, unnatural hiss as Ari drew her sith blade and swung it at his neck.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

RAKATAN TEMPLE
NEW JEDI ORDER
TO ENGAGE: Marcis Sorr
MURDER OF THE NONAGON FUZZ

...make sure they get back home safe and sound.​

"We are the Light, Dagon. Focus on the fight before you get us both killed!" she growled at him as he took a few steps back adjusting his stance.​

"This is not the Lig--" he snarled back; the concern growing exponentially as the alien presence further wrapped Violet in its deceitful emerald embrace.

Before he could finish, pebbles, stone and sand slammed at his face forcing his hand to cover it. "Kriffin'..." he spat out and glance back only to find the Sith lunging back into a relentless assault on Violet. Dagon hurried to intercept but the Sith's jab reached Violet first. The resounding crack of the wrist, the flicker of the emerald blade - it drowned all other sounds in the padawan's tunnel vision to reach her before the inevitable.

Then the foreign psyche cut through the silence with a galvanized smile.

She reached to grapple the Sith as Dagon contemplated in hesitation on what to do; instinct overcame The Code and he swung to cleave the Sith's hand. If the swing failed to deliver, the Jedi Padawan would press the Sith with a flurry of saber strikes.

GA | NIO | ALLIES | Ryv | Violet Horne | Kaska Arden | Viers Connory | Viera | Zaavik Perl | Auraya Irath-Ur | Rurik Fel | Kainan | Enlil
TSE | ENEMIES

 

[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

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And once more, into the unknown darkness of the Temple below, Kainan fell, again. As rock and and metal twisted and flew past him, wrenched by his will in the Force, his silver blade led the way after the Dark Lord. Bodies of enemies and allies alike fell with the trio, enamoured with the rapid pace of the combat showcased by the warriors. More blood was stolen from him, rocks scraping across the exposed parts of his skin barely noticeable as his blade came down to stab into the Dark Lord.

The resplendent blade of a fallen Imperial Knight, clutched tightly in the hand of the Devil, turned upon Kainan raised to meet his saber, but from behind him, right on his tail was the Kel Dor, Paz Koon crying out. A name? A war cry? Kainan knew not, but he could sense the shift of attention as the tip of his argent blade closed in, plunging through his abdomen. Falling, and with his arm already fully extended, the beam could go no further, and he didn't know the extent of the damage he inflicted. And he yanked back his arm, his saber deactivating a split second after contact was made. A glimpse into the future -- Thyrsian Battlesight -- gleaned from combat with the Devil and a growing understanding of his style. On their descent, he threw his free hand out, a push of the Force repulsing out wildly to the side.

The telekinetic push threw him off the course he would've otherwise taken... A head on course for landing on Kascalion Giedfield . Instead, he tucked inwards, his athletic frame, even armoured only capable of performing the somersaulting maneuver due to the nature of his Force enhanced physical training. He hit the ground, hard, rolling head over heels and springing up to his feet. His argent blade coming back to life as Sith Battle Conscripts and Acolytes of the Dark attempted to scramble to their feet.

Iron will meeting the wavering Sith's before him, his saber came down, crashing down into crimson beam and collapsing the Sith before him. His foot leaping up, crashing into the acolyte's chest and kicking them into the nearby wall. Whether unconscious or not, into the breach that he had created in the roof, other Knights of the Empire descended.

Spinning about, Kainan found his primary opponent again, rising and leaping away further from the duo. Behind him, a vault door, enormous. Double the size of the Devil in height, and more than triple his width. Behind it, the malevolent aura of Bogan lingered, impossible to ignore. It would be nigh impossible to open while the Devil yet remained alive.

Sending his free hand over his shoulder to grasp at the tattered obsidian cloak, he tore it off as he slowly shuffled closer to the Force Entity. His blade leveled up to match his enemy. A spare glance sent in the direction of the Kel Dor. Despite their aide, he made no other move to acknowledge them, instead once again finding the Sith.

"Your time is limited, Creature. And when I'm done with you, your name will be forgotten...

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As soon as the fateful words fell from his cracked lips, Kainan forced his will upon his lightsabre. Intertwining it with the internal makings of the hilt, beyond what any connection the Knight's Codex would have him do. And as contact was made with the crystal, he enforced his will further on it, and the argent beam in response burned brighter. Taking on a form similar to that of more unstable beams, not unlike the Sith's own hilt. So bright, he could hardly see the hand that clenched the hilt. And raising the blade up to be gripped in both hands, held just over his shoulder and pointed behind his back, his stance widened. Telegraphed that he would once again leap into the fray, he cared not, for he had struck the Devil already.

And in his cravings, he sought more.

Springing forth from his place in front of Kascalion, his body raised high above him, his upper torso tucking inwards as he flipped forwards, a flurry of stabs, jabs, and thrusts driving for the Sith as his perceptions seemed to slow.

Allies | NIO | NJO | Nearby | Enlil , Cotan Sar'andor , Rurik Fel , Dagon Kaze , Violet Horne
Enemies | TSE | Kascalion Giedfield Proximity

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

POST IV
THE_CLAYMORE

1st GALIDRAANI ARMOURED-VOLUNTEER BRIGADE
2nd BATTALION,"THE BLUE-HEARTS"

OBJECTIVE 1: Generis Base | ORCC

ALLIES (NIO/GA): Rurik Fel Djorn Bline Willan Tal Lucien Dooku
Konrad Bolter Jax Sloane Loros Kalaric Nima Appw'rii Halketh
Jiosha Relawny Rika Hiro Don Belkora Arten Jinn Sol Stazi

ENEMIES (TSE): Marimax Mortui SF-3335 Eira Dwynwen

CALLSIGN: BLUE-HEART ALPHA

Custom Blaster-Pistol | Basket-Hilted Vibrosword Claymore

WADING THROUGH HOSTILITIES

<"Moran to Blue-Heart Bravo! We lost Walker Nine and Seventeen! Crews are presumed KIA!">

<"Shugg to Walker One! Keep pushing through like ye want ti trample 'em aw t'death, Moran! We knew it would be a scrap advancing in Oblique-order, we're the closest ones ti the center o' the vanguard's line after all.">

<"Copy that, sir! Makes it easier knowing Kalaric's walkers are stickin' it oot wae us. Trust me, we'd have lost plenty mare by now if Loros hadn't dropped in when he did. The Sith-Imperial R&D for their armoured-vehicles is nae joke, sir. Walker One out!">

The misty humidity of the jungle would play a role in their need to make it a quick fight, for a drawn-out battle in the mud and foliage would sap the strength of every soldier in the field, whether they were Sith-Imperials or representing the NIO; and none there, whether they were to live or die by the time the smoke cleared away with the mist, wanted to fight in those conditions for a second (or third) day in a row. All would be decided before the morning of the next day, and no qualms would be seen to be had on either side of this battle between galactic superpowers; a thought that encouraged the Lord-Major, giving Erskine shivers that ran up to the top of his spine as the entire Blue-Heart formation surged forward. All the second battle-group's turrets and LMGs firing at every Sith-Imperial their optics-devices detected, the push eastward from the western treeline would appear as if Erskine's battle-line had materialized out of thin air, a surprise that he hoped would turn the tide of Tal's fight for survival.
The perfect battle, could it be? Nah, not this time....

'Barran to CC One! Any idled tanks you've got can be redirected to aid the walkers now, we've got enough breathing room to push the main line up s'more.'

<"Copy that, Milord.... But be advised, we are losing Cataphracts at a quicker rate than the walkers are. Support may need to be called back at some point, just sayin'. CC One out!">

With explosions and blaster-fire, screams of the wounded and roars of the armoured-vehicles' engines further driving everyone deeper into the frenzy of battle, it became obvious that those who were still fighting on this Sith-infested planet had known they were seeking to quickly overrun the opposing positions from the offset, whether they were acclimatised to humid environments or not; just as the 2nd Battalion were attempting to do in that moment, with the supremely-helpful Loros Kalaric wading deep into the frontlines of the Sith-Imperial vanguard's left flank, linking with the 1st Battalion's defensive actions to wreak havoc among those the walkers had caught within the blast-radius of their precision-barrages, or trampled under their two or four-legged heels. And yet, the advanced weaponry of the Sith-Imperials' armoured-vanguard were still refusing to break against the pressure, given courage by the fact their commander's gigantic two-legged walker was still very much in the fight.
Well, I guess I'll just have to join the party then, won't I? Good job Rhone an' Wee-Baird are still chompin' at the bit after Archais....

Slightly drawing his vibrosword to gaze at it's craftsmanship, Barran decided he would have to practice shooting left-handed in future if he wished to get the best out of both weapons in the field, but drew his pistol right-handed anyway. Opening the side-door to his ACV, Erskine looked around warily before stepping out into the jungle's mugginess, before turning back to his adjutant to say,'Get oor idled APCs up here, Shugg. An' get G-Company readied up anaw, ah've got a wee idea brewin' up in the dome for that mad Walker-hingmy o'er there-'. Stopping himself in his tracks, the Lord-Major couldn't help but doubt the Blue-Hearts having enough Carbonite ammunition for the task he had it in mind for, forcing Erskine to start thinking on how he could easily obtain the amount they needed. However, the answer was all too simple, and so Erskine turned back to Shugg again to exclaim,'But we need t'find the Lord-Commander first!'

'Right away, Milord. About time as well, eh?'

THE LORD-COMMANDER'S CARBONITE

When all the guardsmen of G-Company alighted from the dual-purposed transports, (safely stopping, with the engines still running, within the Fighting-First's FOB) Barran's delegation stepped forth in search of their Lord-Commander, waiting for the sound of motorbike-engines and explosions to subside so Lord Willan's adjutant could greet them without interruption. Once handshakes had been exchanged between officers who'd already known each other for some time, Tal's diligent Lord-Captain reported a possible enemy retreat before leading them towards the correct dugout to discuss the reason of their visit with the Brigadier General as they approached the elongated foxhole, surrounded by sandbags and the dead remains of less-fortunate Sith-troopers. Erskine would curiously inquire about the wellbeing of his son as they approached Lord Willan's position, though he was quickly assured that Tom was still alive and progressing well under the guidance of the Fighting First, which brought a smirk to the Lord-Major's face as his Brigadier-General approached to greet him.

'Ah! Good t'see you in good health, Milord. However, I cannot stay long, for I'm only here for permission to use all the Carbonite you've got in your supplies. Big Walker-thingy that needs taken down before we can move on the ORCC safely.'

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[Lucien Dooku]

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER // WARLORD OF NIRAUAN
OBJECTIVE I // Darth Daiara
[VIBES] | [DRIP] | [LEGION]

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A smirk raised to his lips. A few moments passed before anything of interest had happened. The bait had not been took, and the intruder would instead elect to drawing the Jedi into an environment of their choosing. He expected the individual to come for his head, if the opportunity was given. Most of the Sith he'd encountered were generally of that mindset, but in hindsight it was a generalization that quickly proved to be false. This one was cunning, or at the least they were level-headed enough to not muster to the challenge that the Jedi had put forth.

They had even locked the Jedi onto the roof through means that weren't in his forte to comprehend. Annoying as it was, it would only deter him from getting into the building temporarily. Meanwhile there was chaos being sewn into the HQ beneath his feet. The intruder had released gas into the building, catching the occupants off-guard in many cases. Helmets were off against regulation, a common trait seen among the Stormtroopers at the rear, and with it their immunity to the gas being taken away in an instant.

Lungs filled with fire, just as their eyes began to well up from the burning sensation that blinded them completely. Pandemonium ensued in their wake, something which Lucien found rather interesting as he inserted the earbud in and regretted it immediately. He pressed a finger to his ear, muting their frantic calls in order to respond with one of his own.

<"All personnel inside the building, head out immediately. Regroup outside and rendezvous at the secondary HQ until this...threat has been dealt with.">

He stepped across the guard railing, resting his arms against the cold metal as he paused in his tracks with his eyes focused into the horizon. Something called to him-- someone whose presence was so familiar to him that it could not be avoided even if he wanted to in the first place. He reached out through the force, singling out the woman with a hand extending out towards the horizon, trailing a path through the sky. His hand shut into a fist, and with it a message being sent out through the winds of the force.

"Lyra."

Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt 's presence was unexpected. It took every ounce of discipline to not leap from the building and dash off into the direction he felt her presence in. A step forwards, and down the length of the building he went. "You're here...aren't you."

His descent was slowed by the force, and he touched the ground a few moments later without as much as scuffing his pants. A growing collection of Stormtroopers pooled on the outside of the building, waiting for the rest of their comrades to funnel out of the building. Luc walked ahead of the group, stepping past the retreating troopers and heading back into the building on his own. He was only spared from the burning properties of the gas through the application of controlling his breath with the use of the force involved.

He scanned the now deserted floor of the HQ, lowering his arms to his side but still not bothering to unclip the lightsaber hanging off his belt. He idled in the center of the room, leaving himself open once more in that nonchalant manner he carried himself.

Luc scanned the room once more, then sat himself down on a nearby chair with his feet being kicked up onto the console. "I'd thank you for not leaving any bodies, but I really don't get your angle, stranger." He called out to only other occupant of the now abandoned Command Post.

"...But how about we skip the games and chat face-to-face."




Willan Tal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Rurik Fel @Warposters
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[Jax Sloane]

L E G A C Y
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ARMOURED BATTALION
74-Z Speeder Bike Squad
Proximity: Willan Tal , DECEASED Erskine Barran , SF-3335 , Nima Appw'rii , Konrad Bolter , Loros Kalaric, The Amalgam Marimax Mortui

S H U T _ E M _ D O W N​

Explosions ripped through the lines of walkers that had advanced on the Galidraani Lord, Willan Tal. Many of them EMP and Ion sourced, vehicles became disabled and unresponsive to the commands of their pilots. It allowed the likes of Willan Tal's stalwart soldiers to eliminate those immobile vehicles. Rockets shot up into the air and came down to strike into Sith Imperial tanks, explosions rollking through the greenery in his peripherals as he cut the throttle, yanking and leaning off to the side to swerve out of the way of a tree.

Circling about, he saw forms, clad in all white feline suits emerging from the undergrowth. Save for the colour of their chosen battle gear, it bought them a moment, but when the IFF didn't register them as friendly instantly, the cluster of The Amalgam 's catsuit wearing allies got searing holes shot into their bodies via the laser cannon at the front of his speeder. Repeatedly pressing down on the firing as he circled back around for the Sith forces. Ducking down below a low hanging branch, his speeder raced through the walker line again. Straight through their battle formation as he caught sight of the Sith tanks retreating back to the edge of the forest.

"Hmph," Sloane grumbled.

Peering at the information offered by his helmets systems, over half of his squad was struck through with crimson. Their life force one with the forest, and he circled back again, this time cutting off the engines entirely and taking stock of the situation.

Retreating Sith. Beaten back by the combined forces of the 307th, and the first and second platoons of the Galidraani. Coupled with the Hell's Hammers armour pulling up the rear... "Can't blame 'em," Jax chuckled. A mirthless sound. His heel driving back on the pedal and triggering the bikes engines again.

"Converge on my position," a form, barely recognizable lifted off into the air behind a light screening of trees. "Huh-?" The sight of a walker coming down, landing and then a rumble rocking shaking leaves from the trees above. "Sloane to Major Barran. I've got eyes on an Advanced Walker -- I'm taking it -- now!" Whatever it was that was scrambling their comms could've cut the message off, and he could have very well been consigning his own death. And if he died, he would be replaced.

For the Empire.

As he sped on, from the blind spot of SF-3335 's walker, Jax was joined by the remaining members of his squad. Four of them, their sole goal was to harry and harass the walker whilst putting out as much damage as they could. Ion grenades, full on grenade launchers being fired with one hand steering, or even the mounted laser cannons on the bikes, whatever they could use to slow the retreat.

Survive... Just until the rest of 'em get here.

ALLIES | NIO | Willan Tal , Konrad Bolter , DECEASED Erskine Barran , Nima Appw'rii , Loros Kalaric
ENEMIES | TSE | SF-3335 | Marimax Mortui , The Amalgam

 

[Konrad Bolter]

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

FIGHT THE WORLD UNTIL WE'VE WON​

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

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

There was a hand picked set of universal doctrines shared between each unit of the vast New Imperial Armed Forces. One of the common traits was that of the unyielding nature of the sons and daughters of the Empire. The only path worth traveling was forward. Unto the objective, the mission, the enemy...victory.

<"Major we have!-"> The voice of a stormtrooper, 501st was cut off in a violent crack, widening Konrad's eyes as he nearly let the cigarette tremble from his lips, pulling the panel reading out the color life scanner display. One, two, three...several of those life signs, each of them a son in steel faded into nothing at the cut throat attack of the concealed Sith into the formation of the hammers.

<"Halt! Defensive formation! Now!"> Konrad barked in command through the unit commo, reaching an arm up to pull at the lever of his command hatch, the hiss of depressurization pulsing into his audial sensors as he pulled the goggles over his eyes and the camo facewrapping over his features with the pull.

His hands reached for the controls of the reaper chainblaster, peering down the sights to one of the perfidious droids lurching from the shadowy green to lob a detpack unto the bow of his tank. Silence pulled at the air before the violent crack and thrum of the chainblaster sent a devastating pulse of particle beams centermass into the droid and its nearest counterparts.

<"Countermeasures out! Set down!"> Bolter commanded, ordering the 'Cataphract' tanks to enter their 'siege' protocols, granting them lowered mobility in favor of juicing its shields and weapons systems, making them nigh impenetrable to anything that wasn't fully concentrated firepower from a formation of comparable armored units. A long time favored feature to the XT series which kept them at the forefront of the True Empire's offensives. And more than anything, kept more veteran crews in NIO vehicles and kept veteran crews out of the enemy's.

Flares and smoke cartridges fired out into the open air with a hollow thump, creating the stone grey malaise around their position. All the while, arcs of firepower veered in all directions outside of the armored formation, stormtroopers and Imperial strike force soldiers taking up positions similarly near to their heavy metal allies, shrouding themselves in the smoke and whatever cover could be found.

The det packs were a nasty, perfidious tactic but with the Sith on their back heel, in this prepared position, the Hell's Hammers in all their experience tangling with insurgents knew better. While one caught itself in the repulsor lift of Sword-4, sending it up alight in a furious hell fire, the textured paste coating and fortified deflectors of the rest of the veteran formation helped turn the otherwise devastating rail charges into little more than flashes of nuisance that burst against the composite hulls.

<"The first 'ave been bailed out, Major...but we're in the sh*t now."> One of the other tank commanders, a Prefsbelt lad voiced his discontent the way of Bolter who offered a grunt of choked agitation in reply before he spoke up.

<"Good to know your eyes still work you First Order f*ck. Gah!"> Konrad voiced out in agitation. Among the Hell's Hammers, it was hardly abuse from their commander. They could dish it as well as they could take it.

<"Right you leather skinned bonehead, what the f*ck do you suggest as a new course of action then?!"> A remark of that blistering Archais sun. Better than being one of those Ivory Ape Arkanians.

<"Back in formation! Keep in siege! We keep moving!"> There was that stubborn, unyielding nature the tank ace was all too well known for.

<"ORCC, Generis Base! Keep that spine headed Zabrak foot on the f*cking pedal until our repulsors jam from Sith...f*cking...corpses! Onward!"> He barked out with vitriolic fury, his hand reached for another cigarette as he ducked himself down into the cabin of the Cataphract, he pulled down the brushstroke camouflaged face wrapping and took a pull of the bitter herb.

"Apologies..." He said, narrowing his eyes behind the ashen goggles as he peered over the control panel of the tank, pinging Brawler Squadron. The rage only ever erupted when he saw one of his own get slagged in the fire, another tank fallen in battle. He knew the toil that went into working them, training up in them and becoming a truly skilled crewman, only for a lucky strike or a dastardly blow to turn proud men into hunks of charred gore.

<"Brawler this is Tyrant Actual at hex grid Aurek Nine. Requesting bombing run, ion. Sending nine line at your convivence. I'd suggest smoking the rest of the jungle while you're at it, these Sith rats won't scurry otherwise, Tyrant out."> He said, taking another pull as he heard the clatter of a blaster pulse bang against the outside hull.

All the while, the thunder rolled. Its pace inhibited but its fury unfurled.

ALLIES | NIO | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Willan Tal | Jax Sloane | Loros Kalaric | Nima Appw'rii | Arten Jinn
ENEMIES | TSE | SF-3335 | The Amalgam | Marimax Mortui

 

[Caarlyle Rausgeber]

UNTERNEHMEN B L U T H A M M E R
Taskforce Totales Krieg
Location: Generis' Orbit//NIV Tregessar//Command Deck
Subordinate Officers: Gallius Orcana | Tantalus
Enemy Combatants: Onrai || Seela Leini
Theme: W A L T Z

Carlyle could see them beyond the space station. He could see the Sith fleets deploying in the distance. The sight of a fleet comprised entirely of dreadnoughts. Vanessa Vantai no doubt. The spectre of an additional Confederate fleet perhaps dispatching itself to reinforce them also played on the Grand Admiral's nerves. But this situation was without a doubt still far from over. The Sith lacked something he had. Tactical imagination. And Carlyle was certain he could make them pay for their lack of it. This was a dance for Rausgeber, and he was doggedly determined to take the lead in their little waltz.

"Proceed to station." The Grand Admiral commanded. They would draw the Sith to them, and then envelop them. The Sith would be denied their prize, and the New Imperial navy would once again hold supremacy. "We will act as the tip of the spear," The Grand Admiral barked, turning his attention to the Comms station. "Send a dispatch to Malice and Vanquisher squadrons. They are to remain as a second wave." The Grand Admiral drawled, "Prep their corvette commands for attack runs on my mark. Have Commodore Sturt move her vessels in firing position." He looked over Vantai's fleet. The woman was hardly the most creative, using a series of battlecruisers. It was a blunt strategy. One which lacked finesse. But still presented a challenge with shear numbers.

The New Imperial fleet huddled around the station. Large portions of it behind the station, using the strategic hardpoint as cover. Only the Tregessar really crept forward. Beneath it and the station, lines of Tirallieur-Class Frigates moved to the periphery and angled themselves. "Contrate fire of all their hypervelocity guns, on that target," He gestured to the closest Sovereign-Class dreadnaught. "Now." The opening salvos rocketed across the void. Hypervelocity rounds from the nominally ground based batteries, now mounted aboard frigates chased across the void, and to the Sith fleet. It would not be enough to stop them in the long run. Or even destroy the vessel outright. But Carlyle hoped it would certainly damage the offensive.

Turning to the tactical display Carlyle saw as a second fleet was in system. One Gallius Orcana. "Have the good Captain present ranks with us." Carlyle barked, "And dispatch fighters, barring the petards." Rausgeber watched another hypervelocity salvo sail toward the Vantai composition. "Have the petards loaded for seismic cores." The Grand Admiral looked out as another concussive volley was lobbed. "We will crush them all."

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

TREGESSAR COMMAND:
NIV Tregessar
Prefsbelt Class Super Star Destroyer ( x)

NIV Lanius
Legate-Class Battlecruiser (x)

NIV Gorgon
Reprisal-Class Battlecruiser (x)

NIV Interceptor
Tartarus-Class Interdictor (x)

NIV Serrano's Legacy
Tyranus-Class Star Destroyer (x)

NIV Fury
New Imperial-I Class Star Destroyer (x)

NIV Centurion
New Imperial-I Class Star Destroyer

NIV Fallen Valour
New Imperial-I Class Star Destroyer

NIV Conquering Victor
Valiant-Class Star Destroyer (x)

NIV Mygeeto
Valiant-Class Star Destroyer

NIV Starlight
Valiant-Class Star Destroyer

12x Escolta-Class Frigates (x)

8x Mantero-Class Missile Frigates (x)

18x Warrior-II Gunships (x)

12x Gurkha-Class Corvettes (x)

8x Cacadore-Class Corvettes (x)

MALICE SQUADRON

NIV Malice
Reprisal-Class Star Destroyer

NIV Nirauan's Vengence
Tyranus-Class Star Destroyer

NIV Bastion's Strength
New Imperial-I Class Star Destroyer

NIV Brutality
New Imperial-I Class Star Destroyer

NIV Carnivorous
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser (x)

NIV Brilliance
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser

NIV Malevolence
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser

NIV Kriegspite
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser

NIV Harridan
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser

12x Escolta-Class Frigates

19x Warrior-II Class Corvettes

8x Cacadore-Class Corvettes

VANQUISHER SQUADRON
NIV Vanquisher
Endurance-II Class Fleet Carrier (x)

NIV Gorgon
Reprisal-Class Star Destroyer

NIV Sith's Demise
Pellaeon III Class Star Destroyer (x)

NIV Brigand
Pellaeon III Class Star Destroyer

NIV Valiant Servitude
Stalwart-Class Carrier (x)

NIV Bravery
Stalwart-Class Carrier

NIV Boisterous
Stalwart-Class Carrier

NIV Crusader
Stalwart-Class Carrier

NIV Endurance
Stalwart-Class Carrier

NIV Bastion
Stalwart-Class Carrier

12x Escolta-Class Frigates

9x Dragoon-Class Frigates (x)

12x Tirailleur-Class Frigates (x)

12x Warrior-II Class Corvettes

Spoiler: Fighter Squadron Actions

53x Petard Class Droid Fighters (x) are being fitted with their seismic cores.
82x TIE/HB Bombers (x) are deployed and now sit in defensive positions by the fleet.
64x TIE/HF Slasher Fighters (x) are deployed and screening for enemy fighters within the confines of the fleet.
50x TIE/INX Interceptors (x) are deployed and are screening for enemy fighters within the confines of the fleet.
20x TIE/VX Vanguard Fighters (x) are deployed and are screening for enemy fighters within the confines of the fleet.
73x TIE/OT Outlander Fighters (x) are deployed and are screening for enemy attacks.

 

[Enlil]

AND SO IT WENT
JERICHO FALLS

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Enlil communed with the spirit of Generis.

In the day of the King, the spirits of the Earth, and of Water, of the Sky were said to heed His word. When the dry season came, he called out to them for rain. The harvest returned plentiful when the rivers overflowed, and the people ate. When the people quarreled, he erected walls from the soil to separate them. Now, this world called back to him to correct an ancient transgression.

He had a duty to return the many favors that he owed to the spirits. Perhaps not the spirits of this world, or perhaps these were spirits shared by all worlds. His knowledge was not so vast. The Jedi and the Sith alike spoke of this cosmic "Force," and in some of their beliefs he found merit.

In others, however, he saw only signs of ruin.

As he gripped the flesh of Generis and dug his claws deeper, he felt eyes fall upon him. The burning intent, strong and filled with malice, that came just before express urge to kill. He knew it well. He had seen much war, far older than most of these children who played at Galactic conquest. It was too late for them.

The King wrenched his arm skyward.

Premature, perhaps, but he did not need to consume the entire Temple in his wroth. The ground itself sufficed for his purpose. There would be more time to exact vengeance upon the workings of the Rakata. In this moment, he needed to find the singular piece of this puzzle that had brought them all together.

He needed to tear it apart.

So, he began with the ground itself. In response to his command, spires of jagged rock ripped upward from the dirt. The wall crunched as a spike ran through it like thread through a needle. Beneath their feet, the earth churned and cleaved, peeling apart as though a pair of unseen hands tugged at it from opposing angles. A trio of rocky amalgamations protruded from below in front of the King, one of which swallowed the blasts intended for him and exploded into dust from the effort.

Through a haze of dust and debris, his ruby gaze found the offender. Enlil punched his other hand forward, still intently grasping the threads that bound Generis together. In response to his call, the earth exploded forward.

A series of spikes ripped toward the wall with sufficient force to rip through and bring it tumbling down. He had no time to waste on insects.

Generis rolled the red carpet out before the Monarch of Ketaris, its crashing and rumbling all the heraldry he required. The Temple awaited.

NPC "engaging": Alina Tremiru
Others in the area: Darth Strosius | Viers Connory | Viera

Barring any efforts to the contrary, Enlil will be moving forward into the Temple. Feel free to react to the small scale quake if you are in the greater area of the Temple.​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Allies: TSE
Enemies: NIO/GA
Kaska Arden
Equipment: Armour, Rifle, Grenades, Sidearm 1, Sidearm 2, Sabre, Ion Paddle Beamer, Cryo-Ban Gun.

Their laser swords seared and cried, it was a terrible song of unyielding energy searing and seething with a great hiss. Her own blade had been held in her strong metal hand. With her droid physiology, the strength and the pressure she could bring to bear were considerable. For beneath synthflesh lay a skeleton of metal. It was both armour and prison. One that would encase what remained of her organic self until someone slew her in battle or the universe died. Assuming the mad science that kept her brain functioning in undeath did not fail one day. Whichever came first.

The Jedi raised her hand, and Enyo felt the Force ripple from it. Her foe seemed fond of telekinesis. Much like her template. The telekinetic blow slammed into her knee. The impact of the invisible fist itself was manageable. But while it could not damage her seriously, it did cause her to buckle and weaken her footing.

Enyo dropped down to one knee. She had something in mind. It would probably come with a trade-off. That was acceptable. For the briefest of moments, the Jedi's blade kissed her left arm. A surge of electricity cascaded across her arm and hand. A lightsabre strike was expected, but its effect was not. Her armour was protected against electricity, but with the sonic damage it was less effective than usual. The armour could endure a glancing blow from a lightsabre, though it was left a bit scorched. The electrical attack, combined with the effect of the sonic shots from earlier, had, as the flow of data helpfully informed her, temporarily disabled her left hand, and it went rigid. It would reboot, but when it did, it would be slower, more sluggish and less effective.

Nonetheless, even as she twitched and shook, Enyo followed through with her intended manoeuvre. Her Uproar had fallen from her grasp, hitting the floor. But her dominant, unaffected hand still held Endurance and she moved with considerable speed. Held firmly in her grasp, her lightsabre's purple blade was thrust forward in a powerful stab, aiming to stab up into the Jedi's torso and spear her.

 

[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 the girl: Konrad Bolter DECEASED Erskine Barran Loros Kalaric Nima Appw'rii Halketh Jax Sloane

Opposition: SF-3335

"General."- Nima Appw'rii



"Major."

He offered her a nod of acknowledgement in return, exasperated at his current shabby appearance as he brushed off the dirt from his coat with the look of someone who disdained this planet with every waking breath and moment. Tal pulled out his blaster pistol and pointed to the fiery distance ahead of them before speaking again.

"I do believe we have them on the backfoot now Major appwa-" he spoke her surname but fell halfway through and gave up bothering to pronounce it, whatever it was. Willan found some surnames of non Galidraani origin to be frankly ghastly and hard to read on the eyes. But one realised that not every military academy brat was a Galidraani, as there was a vast universe outside Galidraans green pastures. However much Old Tal came to loathe the aliens and barbarians that resided in the abscess of barbarity and uncouthness. He did have a lot of respect for the woman as she proved her mettle when he needed reinforcing most. One would have to put good word and recommendation to Imperial command for the young Major.

"And I do say, with any good measure, you did a spot on job arriving because I think me and my boys would be having to move in the opposite direction tactically." The statement was half true one had to admit, Tal's forces would've eventually pushed through despite horrific losses. Major Appw'rii's men had done well to make a potential horror story of a battle after report avoidable. Though the Galidraanis numbers were swelling in the thousands with the glory of their stand at Bastion and their fighting spirit at Helgard made known to the galactic masses. Heavy losses for little gain where it could not be spun into a propaganda slogan filled poster or heroic holonet speech was preferable to be avoided whole sail.

Their brief sojourn in the command hole was promptly interrupted by the roaring of Cataphract tanks churning up the jungle mud as it moved down the road. A familiar fellow and an honourable gentleman named Erskine Barran, his well regarded second in command in the Galidraani volunteer forces. The man had followed him painstakingly every step of the way, through every thunderous high and every dramatic low in the road to Galidraans freedom from Zambrano's touch.

"Ah! Good t'see you in good health, Milord. However, I cannot stay long, for I'm only here for permission to use all the Carbonite you've got in your supplies. Big Walker-thingy that needs taken down before we can move on the ORCC safely."- DECEASED Erskine Barran

"I'm glad you're optimistic about the situation, my dear fellow." Tal offered Barran a joking salute and then offered a firm handshake before patting the man on the back, " Take as much as you can, we're all in the same boat Major Barran, bring these karking walkers toppling down." he then turned back to Nima.

"If you and your boys are up for the challenge, we're going straight for their base and we're taking it before evening dawns upon us." ​

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[The Amalgam]

The Amalgam's flesh shuddered hideously everywhere as she absorbed the Death of her own witches, to the death of the NIO she had watched slain by her daughter's weapons. The Witches next to her chanted something horrific under their breaths and the sky crackled as she rose.

The Nuetralizers were already learning from this encounter, and had used the obvious fire from the droids behind cover while other stealthed Nuetralizers planted more traps up ahead, others rallying scattered Sith Squads to death charges with them spearheading the offense, firing their concussion rifles and and chain guns and cutting through certain portions of the defensive line.

"XP! XP!" one of them shouted as it broke the back of an NIO stormtrooper.

"SURPRISE MOTHERFETHER." a few of them chanted as they uncloaked close to certain vehicles, concentrating fire from dual wielded T-007 Ion Disruptors on certain spots of the stormtroopers moving through the smoke deployed. The Nuetralizers could see through it just fine, and hear well enough to calculate.

Cloaked Witches began sneaking up on Stormtroopers and snapping the neck of one in their squad, then retreating when fired upon.

The Amalgam studied their defensive formation, how their armored units seemed to be much much harder to damage in spite of concentrated attacks.

She flagged down a passing Nuetralizer. "Tell your brothers to pull back a bit, Skeleton. I got some Dark Side Chit I wanna try."

The Nuetralizers began signaling through encrypted comlinks to retreat...but only slightly. Nuetralizers that had been seemingly destroyed were getting back up to the surprise and horror of Stormtroopers, or crawling around mostly destroyed, but still trying to kill as many as they could with whatever. Nuetralizer Snipers began targeting Jax Sloane on his Speeder, while Witches chanted curses that reduced the level of light to almost nothing in the general area Konrad Bolter was in.

The Amalgam sent her will to the sky, the rotting Nexus in her forming clouds of pure hatred...

(Character Theme Song Power Up)

(Theme: "License To Kill" by Gladys Knight)

Massive bolts of lightning raced from on high, concentrating on armored vehicles so that their shields failed, allowing Nuetralizers and other witches to pour weapons fire and lightning on them. In rare cases the lightning blasts were so strong some of the cataphracts, exploded, killing their inhabitants instantly.

The Amalgam charged into the Battle field with a roar with the rest of her witches, her blades flashed about as she sank into her vicious, unrestrained Niman, and she charged into stormtroopers as the lightning ritual she had created rained down on the tanks, her purple blades flashing through weapons and stormtroopers, spinning, flipping, slashing, dividing her weapon in two to scissor people's heads off, face warping to that of Darth Phyre's for a split second before going back to her own as she rampaged through the jungle, streams of lightning rushing from her fingers as she integrated the Dark Side into her attacks, burning faces with Deadly Sight before shoving her blade into them, backed by her witches.

Nuetralizers started to close in on Bolter's position, along with more Witches, with the Amalgam not far behind, charging through smoke, intent on killing everything in front of her.

 

[Darth Daiara]

Objective 1: The Station
Enemy: Lucien Dooku | closed

Spoiler: The Story

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER // WARLORD OF NIRAUAN
OBJECTIVE I // Darth Daiara
[VIBES] | [DRIP] | [LEGION]

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The New Imperial Order had surged forth from its nest once more. No longer was it poised to strike back , strictly in defense of it life and those who lived beneath its banner. The game had changed the New Imperials into a vicious tiger that could challenge the galactic superpowers head-to-head, and once more it ventured forth into the territory of the Sith. A salient was desired to allow their forces to continue their onslaught against the tyrants of Dromund Kaas, and so the 173rd were requested to accompany the Imperator's armies once more.

He owed it to the people of Nirauan, if not the New Imperial Order itself. Though he'd never admit to Tavlar that he respected the man for what he'd done, Lucien had showed it through his actions-- most of the time, anyway. Generis would be no different from those others, despite the fact that he currently wasn't at the vanguard of a formation, or dropping down from the skies with his Legion.

The Myrmidons had been deployed onto the world en masse just hours before the invasion of the planet had commenced. His Captains and their respective companies scattered across the planet to tackle tertiary objectives elsewhere, typically the kind which left the rank-and-file dead to a man.

While his Legion were kept occupied with sowing havoc through the Sith's ranks, Lucien would assume a secondary command alongside the Galidraani Commanders at the head of the operation. Officially he should've been leading men towards the facility, but his fellow commanders seemed more than willing to do the hard work on their own.

And as it wasn't his Leigon being thrown at the facility, he chose to remain compliant at the rear lines and monitor the battle through his comms. For once he was alone, given the state that the battle of Dantooine had left his companions. More than half of them had been lost, while the other half were still in recovery. It was a decision that left him open, but Lucien had never encountered a Sith who proved an opportunist on the field of battle. Then again, he'd never been in the rear-lines either.

With a bit of luck and surprise, perhaps even he was in for a fun time.

Willan Tal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Rurik Fel | @Warposters
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Objective 2: The Station
Enemy: Lucien Dooku | closed


Aradia was done playing war games.

She was done with front lines and trenches and pleading. She had gone to Bastion a girl-- frightened and untested. She had walked away a little more refined-- A little wiser, a little quicker, a little better at holding her own. The jedi were unrelenting in their assults. She should thank them. In every loss was a lesson. Every break was chance to regrow stronger.

She sat braced inside of the station, no longer that girl with something to fear. There was no longer a master to fail. No longer an empire to serve.

Aradia had severed herself from everything. In that solidarity, she had found strength.

She heard the rhythmic fall of boots through the walls of the dark closet and knew what it meant. Infiltration. This station was a strategic command point. She had spent weeks studying the Imperials' habits. She knew they would utilize the war as a chance to overwhelm other more vulnerable points. The Imperials were always thinking forward. They were always laying down the foundation for their next attack. Aradia didn't delude herself, this wasn't stopping at Gravlex.

Stopping them from controlling this station could define so much.

She opened the maintenance room cupboard, her lean legs sliding out as she crept slowly to her feet. Like a spider. It was unlikely they could hear her from so far away, but she moved with caution regardless, her ears pricked for movement beyond the door.

Silence. Just her heart in her ears, erratic and distracting. She let out a heavy breath and let the door woosh open.

Could one person stop a war? She was prepared to find out.

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER // WARLORD OF NIRAUAN
OBJECTIVE I // Darth Daiara
[VIBES] | [DRIP] | [LEGION]

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It was easy to interpret his apathy, for an extreme lack of carelessness instead. He'd crossed plenty of battlefields by his lonesome before, but from his position near the Galidraani's rear lines there was an eerie sanguine to offset the combat in the distance. He could feel the violence permeating through the air, even from where he stood. It permeated through the air, carried by the winds of the force until it settled somewhere uncomfortably within his psyche. Lucien had forgotten the feeling of being on a battlefield alone, it seemed. He'd always maintained the company of his companions, relying on their presence just as much as they did his.

But Dantooine left his companions in shambles.

And the war effort continued on, leaving his men no time to mourn their fallen properly. His Legion dispersed where they were needed, and this time he was forced to watch them from afar. Reduced to receiving sitreps and delivering the occasional order, Lucien could only feel their struggle from afar. The malaise would eventually draw him back forth to the Brigade's Command Post, once more resuming his duties as the sole Commander on station whilst the Galidraani's were down range with the majority of their men. What few reserves were kept in the backlines were spread thin as it was, and to no surprise the same would ring true for the occupants of the primary headquarters as well.

He entered to a number of raised heads,, quickly waving off their salutes and allowing them to return to their posts. The understaffed HQ had an abundance of work, and a general lack of formalities was the typical way that he ran his own Legion. He lingered for only a few minutes, his attention returning to another incoming sitrep from one of his Legion's captains. It was a casualty report; only a few losses were sustained so far, but each man loss was a brother who couldn't be easily replaced.

Luc sighed audibly as he ascended up the stairs, cutting the link off and pulling the earbud out of his ear. He was heading for the rooftop to get a better view of the frontline, while also keeping close to their HQ in the off-chance that things went sour. He came to a brief halt upon reaching the top floor of the building, tilting his head in the direction of a room at the end of the hall.

He turned off the staircase briefly, but stopped in his tracks as his focus remained locked upon what was beneath that door. He projected his thoughts into the room, loosening the concealment that diminished his presence into the force. It was veritably a shot in the dark, or rather he could've been misinterpreting what he perceived through the force. "Could be nothing." He mused out loud, bringing his foot back onto the staircase and ascending up to the top.

"But it could be something." He continued, crossing through the doors on the rooftop and moving to the guard railing at the edge of the roof. The view provided him with a surprisingly clear picture of the situation at the front. Bodies were stacking up on both sides, but the Galidraanis were a group who were known to get the job done at all costs. He could do nothing but wait and see what the results would be., and if need be, intervene on his own accord.

But for now he'd continue doing the former, given the feeling, or rather the presence that he just moments before. It was an immediate concern for him to deal with, and if his senses were not deceiving him, potentially an opportunity to serve the New Imperial Order in a more direct way as well. With his presence no longer masked, Luc stood out amidst the sea of sentients who lacked any presence at all within the force.

The ball was moved into their court, ceding them the advantage, or so it seemed.



Willan Tal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Rurik Fel @Warposters
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Objective 1: The Station
Enemy: Lucien Dooku | closed


The building was already lost.

It wasn't what Aradia was expecting, but she could sense it now. Countless imperial bodies controlled the sith facility, all inconsequential to her attentions.

Until one wasn't. She paused in the doorway, her head turning towards the signature that sang at the other end of the hall. Ice hit her veins, her throat tightening as she considered her options. She had come to keep this facility out of imperial hands, reclaiming this station alone was fool's job. She hissed in frustration, kicking the door jam.

She had spent weeks trying to outwit the imperials, and here she was, rendered as nothing more than a girl with backpack.

And that's why she brought back up plans. She shoved off the door jam, her pack bouncing against her back as she jogged after the force signature.

She unslung her pack, ignoring the siren of energy walking further away. It called to her-- the jedi taunted her, she could sense it. She did not bite, making further effort to smother out her spite as she pried open a door panel and jammed an electronic bug over the exposed wires. All her efforts to learn Mechu Deru and she could barely influence basic circuitry. That was fine, the driod would do the work for her. The jedi wanted to chill on the roof?

The door hissed, hydraulics releasing as the mechanisms that would open them fried.

He could stay there now.

A tinge of a desperation caught in her gut, her eyes tossing over her shoulder. How long would it take for him to realize she had trapped him? What good could she do in that time? She turned on her heels and ran away from the roof hatch. She skittered down the hall. A door stood open, exposing two white-booted feet resting atop a console.

Aradia slid in, the pin of a gas bomb resting in her hand. "Hello, boys."

The door closed behind her. She looked to the air vents overhead.

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER // WARLORD OF NIRAUAN
OBJECTIVE I // Darth Daiara
[VIBES] | [DRIP] | [LEGION]

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A smirk raised to his lips. A few moments passed before anything of interest had happened. The bait had not been took, and the intruder would instead elect to drawing the Jedi into an environment of their choosing. He expected the individual to come for his head, if the opportunity was given. Most of the Sith he'd encountered were generally of that mindset, but in hindsight it was a generalization that quickly proved to be false. This one was cunning, or at the least they were level-headed enough to not muster to the challenge that the Jedi had put forth.

They had even locked the Jedi onto the roof through means that weren't in his forte to comprehend. Annoying as it was, it would only deter him from getting into the building temporarily. Meanwhile there was chaos being sewn into the HQ beneath his feet. The intruder had released gas into the building, catching the occupants off-guard in many cases. Helmets were off against regulation, a common trait seen among the Stormtroopers at the rear, and with it their immunity to the gas being taken away in an instant.

Lungs filled with fire, just as their eyes began to well up from the burning sensation that blinded them completely. Pandemonium ensued in their wake, something which Lucien found rather interesting as he inserted the earbud in and regretted it immediately. He pressed a finger to his ear, muting their frantic calls in order to respond with one of his own.

<"All personnel inside the building, head out immediately. Regroup outside and rendezvous at the secondary HQ until this...threat has been dealt with.">

He stepped across the guard railing, resting his arms against the cold metal as he paused in his tracks with his eyes focused into the horizon. Something called to him-- someone whose presence was so familiar to him that it could not be avoided even if he wanted to in the first place. He reached out through the force, singling out the woman with a hand extending out towards the horizon, trailing a path through the sky. His hand shut into a fist, and with it a message being sent out through the winds of the force.

"Lyra."

Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt 's presence was unexpected. It took every ounce of discipline to not leap from the building and dash off into the direction he felt her presence in. A step forwards, and down the length of the building he went. "You're here...aren't you."

His descent was slowed by the force, and he touched the ground a few moments later without as much as scuffing his pants. A growing collection of Stormtroopers pooled on the outside of the building, waiting for the rest of their comrades to funnel out of the building. Luc walked ahead of the group, stepping past the retreating troopers and heading back into the building on his own. He was only spared from the burning properties of the gas through the application of controlling his breath with the use of the force involved.

He scanned the now deserted floor of the HQ, lowering his arms to his side but still not bothering to unclip the lightsaber hanging off his belt. He idled in the center of the room, leaving himself open once more in that nonchalant manner he carried himself.

Luc scanned the room once more, then sat himself down on a nearby chair with his feet being kicked up onto the console. "I'd thank you for not leaving any bodies, but I really don't get your angle, stranger." He called out to only other occupant of the now abandoned Command Post.

"...But how about we skip the games and chat face-to-face."




Willan Tal | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Rurik Fel @Warposters
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Aradia dropped from the vent overhead, her lithe form landing without a sound. A rush of wind lashed out around her, dispersing the heavy gas that had collected like smog along the space. She straightened, the sharp features of her young face leveling to hold his gaze.

There was no mistaking her for what she was, the kiss of the darkside rippling off her form.

"Jedi."

Was her expressionless greeting, her mind reeling ahead. The most obvious step would be to just leave-- but then the imperials would retake the station and resume their war efforts unhindered. She didn't want to place herself in an unmovable situration. Up until the evacuation, it hadn't looked good. Her nostrils flared at the reminder of the risk, the girl desperate to maintain the upper hand.

She could handle one jedi, she told herself. Serving as a distraction would just have to do. She took a step to the side, arching towards the walls as she held his gaze.

"This isn't your station."

Like that had ever stopped them before.

 

[Adhira Chandra]

Ready For It?
CORUSCANT || CHANCELLOR'S SITUATION ROOM

Adhira perched at the head of the command table, staring intently at the miniature battlefields that played out on the surface before her. For most of the battle, she had only really spoken when receiving updated from the officers who surrounded her and moved throughout the room. Occasionally, she asked for clarification on military scenarios or the probability of success. For someone with virtually no military experience prior to the war, the Chancellor had thrown herself headlong into directly overseeing many of the tactical movements of troops and adoption of battle strategy. As had Tithe. ​

Her eyes drifted to the Vice Chancellor who had been far more... engaging. Admittedly, bringing on Aerarii Tithe as her chief deputy might have been the smartest career move Adhira had made since assuming her office. A small smile spread across her face as she watched him. That was when she noticed Senator Brama Tagge, one of the key Senators given authorization for high-level security briefings, enter the room. The Chancellor stood in a rush of ruby red and jet black robes. The military officials stood at attention briefly. "At ease," she said quickly with a wave of her hand that returned them to their duties.​

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The older woman swept across the command center to greet her. Up close, it was striking to see how much she looked like Emmen Tagge . "Senator, good to have you," she beamed, tossing a bit of her cloak behind her to keep from treading on it, "our first engagement as official.... allies.... of the New Imperial Order. Who could have imagined?" There was a hint of bitterness in her voice as she tripped over the word 'allies.' She gazed at one of the holoprojectors showing the assault on the base. "It seems to be going well... what is your-"​

There was a moment where several explosions seemed to erupt, causing a clamor in the room. Adhira hiked up her skirts and turned on a dime, rushing back to the head of the table. "What the hell just happened?" The Chancellor demanded as she loomed over the command table. "Small explosions ma'am, nothing too concerning," an officer watching the assault on the base stepped over and nodded at the older woman.​

"I sense a disturbance in the Force, a great evil is-" one of the Jedi advisors began. Adhira gave him a withering look. "Yes, I think we've all got that, thank you, Master Jedi," she said coldly as she lowered herself into her chair.​

"There is one matter of concern, though, Chancellor," the military officer pulled up a projection of the battlefield near the base. In real-time, Adhira watched in horror as several dots representing Triumvirate fighters dropping off the map. One by one they blinked out of existence. Everyone in the room pressed around the table to get a better look. "What the hell is going on?"​

"W-we don't know, ma'am."​

Adhira said something vulgar under her breath that made the Jedi in the room flinch. "I want everyone monitoring this situation... find out what is going on down there and- blow it up. I dont know! Sithspit. NOW!" The room was abuzz again as screens and projectors everywhere started working to figure out exactly what was happening to their agents.​

ALLIES | NIO | GA | NJO | Aerarii Tithe | Gat Tambor | Brama Tagge | Donavon Arturo | Djorn Bline ​

ENEMIES | TSE | Loske Treicolt ​

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[Marcad]

G R E E N _ K N I G H T
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
IMPERIAL KNIGHTS
GENERIS | RAKATAN TEMPLE

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How far was he willing to go to obtain this power? What were his limits? What would he give to have it under his grasp? Perhaps if he were more morally conscience like his fellow peers and the Jedi nearby, he would give an answer based on morals. He would stop and think about his comrades, Imperials and Jedi alike, and act upon comradery instead of his selfish desires. This was, however, not the case for Cewr as the intoxicating aura of power that radiated within the temple corrupted him every minute. He did not care for his fellow Imperial Knights or the Stormtroopers under his command. The Dark Jedi would indeed sacrifice them without feeling regret, in order to accomplish what he sought to achieve.

Power

Unlimited power
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All for his own personal reasons, noble ones to destroy the Sith and diabolical schemes in concord with his selfish wants.

The battle raged on with sheer intensity, everyone wanting to reach this archaic weapon for whatever purpose they pledged to. Obviously, one could imagine those of the crimson saber yearned for this cataclysmic instrument against their enemies and for their own purposes. Much like Cewr, all afflicted with the Dark Side of the Force, yet coexisting with that entity with a peculiar harmony. Only difference between them and him were their creeds and how hollow they were from their former selves because of their affinity to the Dark Side. The Jedi? He could suspect they came for noble reasons, reasons that would conflict with his own. Something he would not tolerate, deeming them a threat if he encountered them.

They were all a threat much like the assassin droid making their attack on him and his Stormtroopers.

The lives of his Stormtroopers was irrelevant to him. Very indifferent to their wellbeing. They only acted as tools for him, useful ones that helped him in his pursuits. His attention was focused on the assassin droid as he moved to engage him; however, he would not waste his time with such distraction. This droid meant nothing to him, though he would have to do something to further the droid away from him. While the soldiers under his command retaliated back against the metal skeletons firing at their position, his attention drifted to the droid temporarily. The iris of his tinted with a stronger shade of yellow, looking at the droid with hatred. At his command, a powerful wave of the Force blasted at her from the open palm of his hand which would knock her back and send her meters away from where he stood.

Whether the attempt was successful or not, he'd continue to venture into the Rakatan Temple to seek what he yearned for.

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ALLIES | NIO | GA | Rurik Fel | Enlil | Dagon Kaze | Kainan | Viera | Kaska Arden | Zaavik Perl | Viers Connory | Ryv | Violet Horne | Auraya Irath-Ur | Bernard | [@Aaran Tafo
ENEMIES | TSE | Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius | Quinn Varanin | Kascalion Giedfield | Laertia Io

 

[Seela Leini]

Location: Space, Generis System
Call Sign: Dancer Ten
Allies: TSE ( Onrai )
Enemies: NIO (Tantalus Caarlyle Rausgeber Gallius Orcana )

It was a fast, on the fly decision to switch to manual targeting in response to the sudden jamming wrought by the enemy, executed with only a singular mental command which otherwise would have required her to perform a physical action to carry out in her old interceptor. However, upon seeing her target break off hard to their left, 2121 realized immediately that she had no immediate counter to the evasive maneuver available to her. The Ragnos was fast and well-armed, but it was only average in terms of pure maneuverability, slightly inferior to her previous craft. The intimate neural connection unfortunately could not make up for the difference in turning performance, leaving her with little choice but to hold her course as the bandit pulled into a spiral.

In doing so, 2121 was naturally able to maintain her speed where the bandit likely would have bled off quite a bit in committing to such an intense maneuver. All the while, 2121 made only a slight adjustment to her flight path in order to line up her interceptor for a run on a bomber. Once more, she pulled into a lead pursuit, moving towards the lumbering craft at roughly the same “altitude”, approaching from behind and to the left of her target. Power was briefly shunted to weapons at the expense of engines in order to boost her firepower, opting to rely on the fact that within the vacuum of space, her energy would be retained.

Then, came the attack.

Aimed to potentially strike the bomber’s fuselage, her wing-mounted laser cannons cast fire into the void at the maximum rate, delivering fifteen shots in a split second before finishing off with a trio of dumb-fired Flechétte missiles aimed for the same location. As she came out of the run, 2121 immediately set power back to engines, accelerating hard as she scanned her sensors in anticipation of her initial target or another TIE attempting to move towards her tail...

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ragnos-class Fighter/Interceptor
  • Cargo and Pilot Gear
    • DS-101 “Venture” Multipurpose Protective Attire
    • “Judicator” Adaptive Battle Rifle

 

[Rurik Fel]

M A N _ O F _ I R O N
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
LORD EXECUTOR
KNIGHTS OF THE EMPIRE
Iron Skin | Lightsaber

STARLESS
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She had a grip unlike any other over the Force. Not better...but unique. As soon as he went to follow through with the last fragment of his opening attack she appeared in his shadow, the lashing of blades swiping at his thick cloak and iron skin with a searing gnaw into the heavy metal which sent him turning on his heel to face her once more. It was then the tension eased once more, his tortured gaze peering to her with the same frigid air she offered in return.

"Soldiers we are. You knew we'd be here...and yet here you came. To protect a device of great darkness, of great evil...why? It is not your duty...your home is far from here...and you'd rather we not be enemies...yet here you stand." He holds his arm out, still clutching the argent saber in questioning, almost inviting another strike as he takes another step toward her.

"But I don't even see that cry of defiance. You invite the reckoning. Because you lack the discipline to free yourself from the hold your emotions have. A tragic tale..." Rurik said, lurching forward to cut the silver blade down toward Ingrid's center mass with a jolt of speed infused through him in the force, immediately following the attack with a repulsive wave sent in every direction around him with the force, to deter another elusive teleportation away from his fury or at the very least, snap her concentration.

"I offer once the opportunity to let go and stop clutching these horrid bonds that have so sorrowfully pulled you into the abyss...and submit, yield. This is not your ground to defend. Otherwise...I can only offer your tragic tale..."

"A tragic end."
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ALLIES | NIO | Kainan | Ryv | Dagon Kaze | Paz Koon | Enlil
ENEMIES | TSE | Ingrid L'lerim Coordinated | Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius

 

[Arten Jinn]

[ Theme ]
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S L I P S T R E A M

| Location | En Route to Generis Base​

| Objective | Commence Bombing Run​

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The TIE Bruiser rolled off to the left and right as Sith Imperial craft engaged Brawler squadron who was attempting to make it planetside to assist. Slipstream shook his head as he kept one eye on his sensors, twisting his flight controls to perform a barrel roll as he veered off to the left with a small squadron of Interceptors in close pursuit. He'd mutter under his breath as his comms activated, " Spadroon, it's getting a bit crowded up here. Where the hell did you all vanish off to? You better not have all karkin' died on me and Brawler. " Laser fire whizzed past his cockpit as he once more swore under his breath, rolling off in the opposite direction as he was being pursued. Inner warning sounds were blasting as a missile lock was being acquired, moments away from achieving full lock on before a shower of green lasers appeared in Slipstream's peripheral vision, making hits on the pursuing interceptor and causing it to explode in a ball of flame with a raspy voice being heard over the comms, " This is Spadroon Leader - Don't worry Brawler we've got your six, don't get your flight suit in a bunch. " " Any slower and you wouldn't be having a six to be watching. Appreciate the save though. "​

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The scream of TIE engines could be heard as they broke through the planet's atmosphere, having left the space battle behind to aid the ground forces. Another voice would crackle over Slipstream's comms as he was receiving a fire mission request from Konrad Bolter , " Brawler this is Tyrant Actual at hex grid Aurek Nine. Requesting bombing run, ion. Sending nine-line at your convivence. I'd suggest smoking the rest of the jungle while you're at it, these Sith rats won't scurry otherwise, Tyrant out. " Slipstream nods as he responds with a curt response, " This is Brawler to Tyrant Actual, we read you loud and clear. ETA to destination in two minutes. Brawler out. " The comms with Bolter closed as he opened up a new one with his squadron, " You heard Major Ground Pounder boys and girls. Hit them with Showstopper - Light 'em up and smoke 'em out. " With few hostile aces in the airspace, there was little contention to prevent them from commencing their attack run.​

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Slipstream reached a hand out to flip a few switches on a nearby console as the whirring of mechanisms could be heard, Ion missiles being loaded into the launch bay as well as the requested munitions for their bombing run. Brawler squadron would spread out as they descended above from the clouds, rapidly approaching their destination. The munitions bay would open up as a firing solution was mapped and synched with the other bombers in his squadron. Ion missiles would fly out to bomb and carpet the designated coordinates, careful to avoid striking their own advancing armored divisions with ion. The wave of ion missiles would be slowly followed by a barrage of rockets and bombs that were meant to flatten and clear a path while forcing the enemy to flee or get obliterated.​

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[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Rakatan Temple ruins, Generis
Objective III.: Rakatan Temple | Super Weapon
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Writing with: Rurik Fel

[ Maybe I should just end it all... ] ​

During the red-haired woman’s attack, the man turned and defended the attack. She didn’t really expect this to work out; it was quite predictable, rather a test of what the man was capable of. At Rurik's words, she smiled bitterly for a moment and under her helmet. Did he really have to ask all this? Probably the NIO did not see them as a big threat to deal with what the woman did in the Unknown regions.

"Because I'm not like my late Emperor. I am here because GA is here with you or because you support their efforts. Because they are allies. We, too, are the allies with TSE. In addition, someone needs to protect civilians and children from your alliance. But you could have chosen to avoid me and not attack. I wouldn’t have raised a weapon against you or any NIO member. We haven’t done so far, we’ve only defended ourselves, even against the GA, even though we’re at war with them. This is me, Lord Executor; someone who sticks to the contracts she concludes and expects from her people as well."

That was the truth, though the woman was an excellent shadow player, albeit she made straightforward and military decisions about the affairs of the Empire. She did not want to endanger the entire Empire. Good PR was important; precisely because of this, no war crimes have been committed in public, no massacre; they no longer do so to exterminate a planet because they can do it. It was in the time of Tacitus. Last but not least, the work of the Rebels had to be made impossible.

"I am not afraid of death, if I were afraid of it, I would not be a soldier or an assassin. But the traditions of my people are also important to me. Don't confuse these…" said in her cold and emotionless voice.

Unresponsive to emotions, she tried to catch the attack with her two blades and acted as one would expect from a situation like this. It was as if the man was physically stronger than her, so it was as if an effort had been made to “catch” the attack. Ingrid sensed what the man was doing, so she didn't even try to teleport or do anything like that only shook her head at the newer words.

"That's the big difference between us, Lord Executor! You want to kill me. I, on the other hand… if I win, will simply send you back to your Imperator with a message. Alive!"

This time she was the one who accelerated her movement with the Force, holding the lightsaber with her two swords so far, but now she took one of the blades from there and tried to push Rurik's hand and the lightsaber out to the side with the other. So much so that she has the opportunity to move in a way that is completely close to the man with her own body. If she succeeds in doing this, she will approach her with a quick movement, if she succeeds again, she will try to hit the man hard in the face with her sword grip.