Cults and Cathedrals [Primeval Dominion of Ord Janon]

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[3/20]​

Objective: 2, disrupt slavers
Allies: [member=Bellatrix Celvina]

The look on her face was not lost on his eyes. He felt the anger building up inside her. She was an emotional being, which was good. The Dark Side feasted on emotions, and made the user stronger for it, assuming they remained in control. While she lacked finesse and restraint, these were all tools he would give her in time. For now, it was enough that she showed spirit and potential.

Like he had thought she might've, the girl said she was ready. But the Sith had to see for himself. While her reaction to his surprise attack did not leave him entirely satisfied, it could've been worse. He had not hit his intended target, but he had hit her. Had this been some negotiation gone awry, she might've been dealt a fatal wound. For a Sith, this would not do, and her reflexes needed to be honed. Or rather, her reflexes were fine, but her self-imposed restrictions through drug use were not.

Pyrrhus didn't understand what she said, but he didn't need to. Her emotional state, body-language and the tone of her voice told him everything he needed to know. It was a displeasure too great to be uttered in Basic, with certain words and insults not meant for his ears. It was defiance. To that, the Togruta would have to show her why his name was no longer Tanek Santii, but Darth Pyrrhus.

"Venas, grotthu!" he lashed out at her in the ancient tongue of the Sith. It was hardly a language spoken by many. She was unlikely to know it, but he made sure its meaning reverberated through her mind, his voice echoing its meaning to her in Basic. "You are in the presence of a higher being. Zenoti tu'iea aikste" the nonchalant attitude from before was stripped bare, leaving only a cold torrent of vengeful fury. Every word spoken was like a challenge. How she responded to that challenge would determine how the following moment played out. The way his eyes looked on her now would be eerily similar to the way he had looked upon her handler at their very first meeting, when he had displeased him. Even his presence in the Force seemed to change, as if the veil that had covered his naked hatred had been removed. His left hand reached out from his side, hovering a few feet from his hip. His lightsaber had reached his palm, though it was not yet ignited. The air around them seemed to suggest submit or die.

* Silence, slave
** Know your place

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective 2: Disrupt slavers
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
[07/20]

Bellatrix winced as Darth Pyrrhus shouted back at her in language she didn’t understand. She wasn’t sure if it was Togrutese or something else. Her own heart beat furiously now with rage at the situation and of her temperamental Master. The half-Chiss dancer knew she could be crossing a line if she kept up her insolence, but she found it difficult to contain her anger and it itched to be let out.

She opened her mouth to vehemently protest, but noticed the lightsaber in the palm of his hand. Her spice-addled brain screamed out to her to stop this instant, Bellatrix! You are about to be killed over your foolish pride. Just submit and do as he tells you.

Like a light switch, Bellatrix turned supplicating again, and spoke in Basic now:

“As you wish, Master.” Her tone was cold, and she turned away from him, pretending to inspect a readout on one of the ship’s control panels.

“Are we close to landing?” the half-Chiss slave asked.

 

[Mishk]

Objective: Doin me own thing
Location: Farmers farm
Post 7/20

...............

It was so quite. Mishk purred as he happily were placing the jars in good order on the table. It had been troublesome finding glass jars but luckily this fairly unmodern farm still used such items.

Then he had carved the heads from the corpses. His bone saw had done a crude job but Mishk did not mind. He enjoyed the feeling and sensation it gave him, when the flesh was being penetrated and the spine finally giving in to his constant sawing.

Each head had then been beautifully decorated. This whole time on the farm had given him a new experience, and it seemed that bugs and insects flocking to the corpses was taking as much of a liking to him as they did to the dead bodies. The evil mad jawa had decided to compare them to his masters friends and he allowed them to creep up and take a living inside his decaying robes. In return he grabbed one or two crawling to close to his mouth and fed on their nutricious soft entrails.

He also plucked several of them and placed them neatly on the bloated heads. A worm hanging from the juicy eyball of one, a wasp stucked into the ear of the next. Mishk had gone to great deals to have these people scream in terror and pain as he killed them, trying to capture the moment in their features. Three of the heads mouths were open and the fourth were shut, but only because Mishk had sowed the lips together while the victim still lived. Mishk figured that his center of worship the great darkness easily would be able to communicate with the head even though its mouth was shut. At least, he would recognise the pain he had suffered and hopefully it would be pleasing to him.

Finishing placing sharpened twigs into the skull of the final head Mishk took a step back to observe his creation. It was beautiful he decided and started to carefull place each head in a glass jar.

"I envy you, master might even eat you if you are lucky...." he spoke not without real envy to his voice, forgetting that the heads had no chance of replying inside their glass prisons.

For a moment he considered removing the insects stuffed into their ears. He realised that they might be having a hard time hearing and thus conversation that [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] was so fond of would be less agreeable. Then again, the dark hutt sometimes just wanted to watch as well.

Either way, now was time to return to the ship with the gifts.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[4/20]​

Objective: 2, disrupt slavers
Allies: [member=Bellatrix Celvina]

The girl did not recognize the language, and it came as no surprise. Few did. He had found it himself in the ancient records of Darth Vornskr, and the man himself had offered him a few lessons (or at least pointed him in the right direction). Perhaps, in time, Bellatrix would come to know it as well.

He felt the storm raging within his apprentice. He could taste her rage. She thought him temperamental, which of course, he was, but he sensed it in her too. When she turned her look away from him, pretending to be occupied, he couldn't help but smirk. So quick he had gone from being laid-back, to anger, and now back to amusement. Her obedience, whether false or sincere, was commendable. All he demanded was loyalty, until she was strong enough to tread her own path, and break free of his controlling grasp.

"Bellatrix" he said, watching her. "Hold on to your anger. Use your hatred. The way of the Dark Side is the way of passion. Let it build within you, nurture it to boiling point, then unleash it on your enemies." he stepped closer to her. Suddenly, now his lightsaber was clipped back into his belt, and he was behind her. Strong hands landed on each of her shoulders, holding her in a firm, yet not painful, grip. "Do you wish to kill me?" his icy words were but a whisper, but they were as loud as ever. Despite standing behind her, it was as if they came from every angle at once, an echo bounced about the inside of the ship. "I will show you how." his words were followed by a dark chuckle this time.

In the next moment, his grip was released, and he was already a fair few steps away from her. Simultaneously as his grip was released and he stepped away, the room grew lighter, and breathing became easier. When would they land? "We already have." he said, watching her with eyes that seemed to smile sinisterly, without aid of his lips. He stood in front of the ramp, that lowered itself towards the ground. It was time to disembark. His guard had their orders. Majority would remain at the ship, protect it, and alert him of danger. Scouts were sent off to cover the area , and report back their findings. The Sith duo had their task. It was time for his pretty little bait to go out into the wild.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective 2: Disrupt slavers
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
[08/20]

With her back still to Darth Pyrrhus, the blue-skinned slave turned her head over her shoulder to watch him as he talked. When he came behind her and placed his strong, clawed hands on her shoulders, he would feel her momentarily shudder. Still, the affect of the spice in her system wouldn't allow the full extent of her fury to be unleashed. In fact, it made her bolder than she would be if she were unaffected by drugs.

Her torso pressed back against him, so fluidly that he may have not even noticed it until she was an inch away. She titled her head so that she could hear his whisper. Bellatrix had been a dancer on Balosar, and he would be able to sense that, in a way, she was attempting to appease him with the only bargaining chip she had - her body. The entire time he was close, challenging her and lecturing, she used her antennapalps to assess his mood. The half-Chiss herself was quiet, but this was not unusual for her.

When Darth Pyrrhus released her, she breathed an audible sigh of relief and checked the view screen for the coordinates now that they were on land. As she approached the ramp with the Sith Knight just behind her, she turned again to him and said, "I killed my master once. Do not think I won't do it again."

Without waiting for a response, Bellatrix walked down the ramp and gazed at the horizon of Ord Janon, looking for the road to the colony. If he wants to punish me for this unveiled threat to his life, let him, she thought. It can't be any worse than being captured by xenophobic slavers.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Ord Janon, Wild Space
People: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Objective: Infiltration
[05/20]

It had not been as difficult as she had first thought to get out of the Remnants-territory. She had been expecting a lot more in the ways of opposition and the sort, but instead Adrianna had found herself taking control over the Ferocity without much in the way of trouble or hassle. Took her a while to jury rig the frigate into working with her own squad - the spaceship had been constructed to work with about seven to eight people and they only counted four.

Worked out in the end though.

But it was clear that if they were to return to the Chiss Ascendancy according to the last orders they would have to improvise just a little bit, they had managed to scout out a little portion of an abandoned sector - ancient worlds with demolished civilization and a half-working derelict shipyards. Fascinating find that would help them accomplish the parameters that were currently being set out.

Intelligence suggested that the Pius Dea had been working on an extensive automatization system for their own cathedral ship fleet, which was the reason why Rien found herself on the surface-side of Janon as the Primeval were fighting against the cultists of the terrible glare.

While they are busy fighting it would be easier to slip in and slip out with the data.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[5/20]​

Objective: #2 Disrupt slavers
Allies: [member=Bellatrix Celvina]
Enemies: [member=Miad'rien'navruno] ?

Pyrrhus had expected feelings such as fear, or some form of paralyzed terror. To an extent, he got it, only to his surprise, he felt the young dancer's body lean against him. Now she was the one forcing a reaction out of him. She might even feel it. For a moment, she managed to make him forget she was his apprentice, and his hands went from her shoulders to her upper arms. Very subtly, he pulled her a little closer, while he masked a sudden shortage of breath.

Finally, however, he came to his senses and his grip was released. He watched as she joined him on the ramp, and left him with a not-so vague threat, before marching off. It was hard not to smirk. "Good. Though know that next time you threaten me, you better be prepared for to face the consequences. Choose your timing well." It sounded more like another lesson, than a threat thrown back. Vaguely, she might be able to feel as if he was complimenting her. Her behaviour was growing more and more befitting that of a Sith.

Pyrrhus watched her walk away, in no rush to move. Eventually of course, he too followed in step, though he stayed behind her. They were moving on to the second phase of their plan, and it was her stage now. He would fade more and more into the background. Time to find some slavers!

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective 2: Disrupt slavers
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Miad'rien'navruno"]
[09/20]

Bellatrix assumed that Darth Pyrrhus would not like her flippant comment, but at least he didn’t strike her again or lash out with the Force, which she was always a hazard of being within his company. She had watched the intimidating Togruta Knight torture Fresk, her Bothan minder on Glee Anselm with what she could only imagine was a horrific illusion. And the fresh strike on her torso also ached, but she continued looking for the location of where the slavers would be sure to notice her. The slave colony was close to the derelict Shipyards where the Pius Dea kept their massive Cathedral ships. Anxiety spiked as she thought about the Pius Dea’s raison d'être, which was to systematically eliminate and subjugate the alien species in the galaxy. She looked around for Darth Pyrrhus, but he had gone into hiding.

Walking up a stone and duracrete walkway, she sharply inhaled and noticed two Pius Dea slavers, obviously human, heading her way. With a keen eye, one of them noticed the broken chains on her wrists and ankles, and he moved ahead of his colleague, falling right into the trap that Bellatrix and the Sith Knight had set.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Ord Janon, Wild Space
People: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Objective: Infiltration
[06/20]

See, Rien was looking out for the future in this situation.

The problem with her current missive from the CEDF was quite simple. She didn’t know the loyalties of the current establishment, for a few months after the disappearance of billions… Chiss Space had become neutral once again for a moment. It had given them time to regroup and recreate the Chiss Ascendancy again, but it hadn’t taken the Sith long to return to Csilla and reassume control.

This time without dismantling the Ascendancy.

The question Rien asked herself was even simpler than the problem - why? Why would they appoint some crime lord slicer to the highest echelons of the imperial bureaucracy, have him watch over his own people… was it mockery? Did they think this was some kind of joke?

At this point Miad'rien'navruno could not be sure of anything. Long for far too long to be able to have a proper idea of the situation that was currently playing out in her homelands, but she knew that she would have to return fairly soon if she was to have any kind of role in the Ascendancy’s future.

Call it a gut-feeling.

The automatization system would allow her and her men to optimize the system, rig it to more optimal setting and get to Chiss Space sooner rather than later.

And from there? Well, from there they would have to see what was happening on the capital.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Objective: 2 Free Slaves
Allies: N/A
Enemies:
[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]
[Post: 1/20]

The Primeval had taken Wayland from under the Mandalorians noses in one of the most bloody battles she had ever seen. Even as a warriors they were still licking their wounds from that and looking towards getting it back. Above this it was causing unrest amongst the different clans on only when they would strike back and when Prime may go after Mandlore itself. They now were quiet literally knocking on their door. It was a fact that they couldn't ignore and she knew the stress of it weighed heavily on her brother.

There were whispers that the cultist group was now trying to take dominion over Ord Janon. They were known to enslave those whom didn't join them and even at that in Ana's mind they were still slaves. Thinking of all of all the family lost and enslaved on Wayland made her blood boil. Despite having moved to Roon with her husband she couldn't just sit there and do nothing.

Finding a somewhat hidden spot in the trees Ana touched down in The Ranger . The Pink Mando knew that it wouldn't be long until she had company. She welcomed it and hoped to throw a few of them a curveball. Payback for what they did.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 3 of 20
Location: Bilgewater
Objective: Plan Boo: Convert slaves, secure the star port, erect a Primeval shrine

Of the fifty something slaves that he'd freed in the Primeval assault on the port and town of Bilgewater, no more than five had answered Sargon's call to arms.

Fires had broken out, spreading from the landing pad where the iconic Sith Infiltrator rested on its landing struts like a raven flying amid smoke and darkness. Shouts of alarm and blaster fire echoed throughout the bustling commercial sector, as merchant warehouses and industrial loading bays were disrupted by the human merchandise that was now running from out of the chaos of just one Primeval missionary. The red blade of a crystal forged through Sith alchemy gleamed like hellfire through the shroud and haze, as the blue-skinned and white-clad monk strode across the docking bay. Behind him, the five slaves willing to work for their freedom had taken up arms stripped from out of the inert hands of security droids.

Overhead, the silhouette of a Boar-class assault ship dominated the sky over the northern hemisphere, marking the arrival of the Primeval fleet. Across the planet, similar infiltrations were taking place at star ports, slave markets, and other choke points of commercialism and industry. The power bases of the Pius Dei were set upon by missionaries and ambassadors, offering alternatives and an olive branch. All the while, the soldiers of the Host Lord assembled as the world was stolen back for the one to whom it truly belonged.

Sargon.

As local militia and law enforcement airspeeders came forward, rocket fire heralded the arrival of Caisson-class transports. Dropships landed, flanking the Sith Infiltrator. The Golden Banner 5th had landed on Ord Janon. As the boy's R3 astromech peeked out from the Equinox's loading ramp, a grizzled man emerged at the head of the first armored artillery unit. He'd made a landing like this before, on Wayland. But he had been a lowly MIFV engineer then. A spanner monkey torquing bolts on the last MIFV to cross the widowing fields of Wayland, and only of only 3 men to have made it out alive.

They'd been led through war by a child, a blue-skinned Pantoran brat who had taken the blaster rifle from the corpse of a dead soldier and pressed into into the arms of a confused and disgruntled engineer. With the words, 'welcome to Wayland, motherfether!'

Whether fate or destiny, the will of Sargon or just some twisted humor of Balagoth's, the man had walked through hell and was somehow still alive for listening and following that young boy.

Now he was on Ord Janon. And though he still carried that rifle, he was no longer merely just an engineer.

A soldier strode through the smoke, stopping a short distance away to bow respectfully toward the elder man. "Bannerman, we have identified Agent Chiyo's location," the soldier announced, making the report to the former servant technician. "He appears to have five locals aiding him."

The grizzled mechanic merely nodded. "Good, our first converts of the day," the engineer remarked dryly, before at last looking over at his subordinate. Odd, the turns through which life brought one. "Inform the Host Lord that we have secured the star port."

The Battle of Bilgewater had now begun.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective 2: Disrupt slavers
In the vicinity: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Miad'rien'navruno"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]
[10/20]

The Pius Dea slavers approached slowly with their stun batons and neuronic whips as though she were an animal to cage. Bellatrix tried to focus on them and not glance in the direction of where she thought Darth Pyrrhus was so she didn't give his position away. She knew she could reach out to him with the Force, but part of her was still wary that she was extremely disposable, and he wouldn't even come to her rescue if the two cultists decided to execute her on the spot. She wasn't sure what the punishment was for runaway slaves, but since she was about to pose as one, she assumed revenge may be something they would enact.

"You there!" one of the humans shouted. "Are you lost?" He scanned Bellatrix up and down, paying special attention to the broken chains on her wrist cuffs.

"Veo flimsy san tuzir nah csan ch'ah,"* she hissed, hoping neither of them spoke Cheunh. "Cseo bah vuct'san'antah Ch'ah k'usvosah."**

But part of the ruse was for her to turn herself in, so she held out her blue-skinned arms and said in Basic, "Don't hurt me. I belong to the colony."

*Your flimsy chains couldn't hold me.
** So of course I escaped.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Ord Janon, Wild Space
Nearby: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Objective: Infiltration
[07/20]

The dirt of the hill clung to the fabric of her suit. It wasn’t all that protective and instead focused on keeping her out of sight and mind, because that was the entire thing with conflict and the aftermath of it.

You didn’t need beskar power armor to protect you, if nobody knew you were a problem to begin with.

Her helmet had a simple digital binocular integrated into its framework with the HUD automatically tagging the various lifeforms that were nearby - twenty-five meters and not an inch more, but it would have to do for her purposes in this camp. There wasn’t much to see though; a few camps quarters, slavers and slaves… and one thing that made her interested.

An escaped slave being returned and a strange-looking togruta.

Fascinating.

Rien shrugged to herself. She wasn’t here to save the lives of the slaves, because the lives of her squadmates were more important and this mission was critical towards their well being. Perhaps after perimeters were met…

Maybe.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective 2: Disrupt slavers
In the vicinity: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Miad'rien'navruno"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]
[11/20]


One of the slavers raised the neuronic whip, but fortunately the other one stopped him with a quick gesture. “She’s returning willingly,” he said.

“We will be in trouble for her escape?”

“I don’t know," he barked angrily.

“If we beat her senseless she wont’ be able to talk or even remember escaping.”

“We’re not supposed to damage the merchandise.”

This exchange went on for awhile, while Belltrix stood there holding her hands out. She wanted to shout at them to just take her already, but they further debated whether they should maim her before taking her back to the slave pits.

Finally the older human who appeared to be higher in rank, took out a chain lead and clasped it on her wrist cuffs. He tugged on the chain and Bellatrix walked forward. Bellatrix wasn’t very good at telepathy, and she hoped that Darth Pyrrhus was watching all of this somehow, while staying out of sight, but either way, she sent him a transmission which he would perhaps catch with his mind: The slavers have me now and are leading me back to the Pius Dea colony.

The half-Chiss slave was completely unaware of Miad'rien'navruno’s presence nearby but if she had known, she would probably warn the Chiss officer to stay out of sight as well. A full blooded Chiss would be quite a prize to the Pius Dea.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[6/20]​

Objective: #2 Disrupt slavers
Allies: [member=Bellatrix Celvina]
Enemies: [member=Miad'rien'navruno] ? [member=Anastasia Rade]

Slowly, Pyrrhus faded into the background. Further and further he fell behind his blue apprentice, letting her take the spotlight. This was her act, she had just been called on the stage. Pyrrhus was just the guy in the background, whispering lines should she forget them. He was no master of stealth. This was not the aspect of the Force he had been most trained in, yet, he had other ways of making people see what he wanted them to. He was skilled in the arts of illusions. Illusions that people expected, that did not challenge their perceptions of reality were the easiest. In this case, it was a very easy to imagine them accept reality as it was, rather than suddenly a Togruta hiding in the bushes.

So far it seemed to go according to plan. Bella was still being re-captured, and they had not beaten her to a pulp yet. Gotta be able to enjoy the little moments. He did watch her closely though, like a predator protecting its cub. One step wrong, and the horned lion would pounce. Ideally, he wished to get involved as little as possible, to give her a chance to prove her worth, prove that she could be useful to him, and to the Sith. It was tempting to reach into their minds, and influence their decision. Or even take control, and truly test her. But he refrained, and let the scene play out.

At last, the chains were on her, and she was being moved back. Time to pick up some slaves! Yay. The Togruta stalked behind them, keeping his distance, letting the terrain as well as his illusions keep him out of sight. In her mind, she'd hear a reassuring voice saying 'I know. I see.' He let her know he was watching, that this was not some cruel trick, before he abandoned her and let her get captured into slavery. Well, a new slavery. He was tempted to compliment her on doing well, but decided against it. After all, the real test was about to come. For now, he simply watched her. The half-Chiss never left his sight. #EyeofSantii.

 

[Mishk]

Objective: Converting! (Surprise!)
Location: Farmers farm
Post 8/20

...............

the family was properly tied with the entrails of their neighbors. Nailed to the chairs and the main table of the kitchen there was not much they could do but watch in utter and horrific fear as the vile creature skulked cheerfully around their home.

Mishk had returned his gifts for his master too his ship. The disgusted pilot had agreed to put them "somewhere with a nice wiev" and then Mishk had turned and exited the craft once more. The directory had been trying to make the apprentice understand that there was more then Zambrano to serve if the friends would ever be happy. Mishk had understood this. And had agreed to allow a man called a preacher to meet with him. He had started to speak strange words that made alot of sense to Mishk. therefore he decided that the preacher must have been a friend and through a gruesome religious like ritual Mishk had torn of the mans skin and used it to write down all those wonderful words so that he would remember.

Excited and happy he would now try to convince these infidels about the truth that his dried up skin held. Once he had rearranged the kitchen to resemble a temple, with the sink as altar and heads of various neighbors as colorful paintings Mishk rose behind the sink holding a bone saw over his head.

"Dearest people!" he began with a squeaking voice.

"Rejoice! Because today is the day when the truth will be revealed to your ears. " he nodded with enthusiasm as if the listeners could not understand how lucky the were.

"Through the blinding light we can only find layers of lies and lies scremed until your eyes can not see!" Mishk dramatically threw forth a couple of fresh eyeballs on the floor between him and the listening family.

"Yes, behold the unholy word of Balagoth! he roared and produced his skin. "Yes! You must redeem yourself and accept the darkness! Because it is only in the shadow that you will find the truth without the blinding light decieving your minds!"

"REPENT!" he bellowed and pointed his bone saw toward them.

"REPENT and kneel in worship of the great Balagoth!"

The scene was a mockery, a twisted and utterly mad manifestation of a corrupted effort to convert the farmers.
With tears filling up in their eyes they did however praise the god of death and promised that their hearts from here on would belong to the primevil.

Mishk was pleased and lowered his bone saw. then he turned and left.

 

[Vhaeri]

Location: Surface of Ord Janon | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: 4
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Enemies of the Primeval
Post: [ 03/20 ]

Vhaeri smiled as the dead body of the man's fell on the ground and everybody nearby ran away. She had caused panic, mayhem, aggression. She loved doing that -- it made her feel warm, it made her feel like losing some blood was a pathetic little sacrifice. People would spread the panic further because that's how it worked. A mental trick, a way to control people. She could sense they were afraid of her and what else could she feel than the empathy. Because she was afraid of herself as well.

She continued walking through the city and looked at the people who ran away in terror. A few of them stepped out of the crowd but as the girl moved her deadly eyes to them, they all startled and backed down again.

Why were the people so boring? Why would none of them step up? She wanted to mess with people, she wanted to spread even more terror. Yet if nobody dared fight her, she would have nothing to do. That meant people would get over the panic soon.

"Peasants..." she whispered.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: Inside an MIFV.
[09/20]

With Kadri working closely with officers in an effort to deploy troops, Anja exited the MIFV just behind the barricade that was being formed by troops. Artillery pieces, tanks, and other vehicles lined up in formations and soldiers took up positions. Supporting the push was limited air support; their role would mostly be close air support and precision strikes but bombardment, carpet bombing, and other high explosive endeavors would be restricted to targets outside of the facility.

Their goal was to claim the ships and their shipyards which meant that collateral damage had to be kept to a minimum. Any large scale damage could very well compromise the vessels or even cause a chain reaction in explosions which would not only devastate the war machine but cause unnecessary destruction to The Primeval's forces as well.

From her vantage point, Anja spotted enemy defenders taking cover wherever they could.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Zola"] | [member="Mishk"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Vhaeri"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Sareen Zar"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Vhaeri]

Location: Surface of Ord Janon | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: 4
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Enemies of the Primeval
Post: [ 04/20 ]

The girl smiled after having whispering the one word and then started moving faster. If her steps had been quite slow before, making her seem like a zombie, then now she resembled a ghoul more than anything, with her bleeding hands and a creepy look to her. Gosh, how she liked making innocent and random people panic and feel terror inside. If she could have done only one thing for the rest of her life, that's definitely what she would have wanted to do.

She turned her head towards a security guard who'd appeared all too suddenly.

Ooh, things'll be getting interesting, the girl thought to herself before turning her whole body towards him. "Is there a problem, officer?" she asked with the most innocent yet frightening voice she could make. She even managed to scare herself with that, not even speaking of the security guard who clearly had never seen anything like her.

"Ma'am, I'm asking you to leave. Y-y-your scaring the citizens," the guard spoke with too much hesitation and fright in his voice.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: At the barricade.
[10/20]

With the enemies now firmly dug-in and Primeval forces fully deployed, it was clear to anyone--spectator or participant--that the battle was about to begin...

Anja was not needed in the engagement, her presence there was merely that of a leader; she'd oversee the troops as they engaged in battle. She'd offer assistance to generals and commanders as they coordinated with the lower-ranking offers in establishing a foothold. Most of all she'd observe and take mental notes, assuring that her soldiers are in prime condition to fight for the greater battles ahead of them. These Pius Dea were certainly not without their strengths and anyone would be foolish to consider them anything less than a formidable opponent. People were going to die here and those losses would directly contribute to their future in some way or another.

Tanks rolled out and support vehicles followed, light artillery fired upon the enemy foothold.

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