Cults and Cathedrals [Primeval Dominion of Ord Janon]

[Ka-Aver]

Location: Entering atmosphere
Objective: One
Allies: Primevil, Hutt Cartel
Enemies: Those enemies
Post: 10/20

The skies roared in objection as the heavy hutt bombers penetrated the atmosphere speeding toward the target destination. Flying low the crafts was soon faced by planetary AA and before they could reach their destination two out of six bombers defense were breached and consequently they were hurled like fireballs toward the ground where they exploded into zillions of metal pieces.

"Target in range! Unloading!"

Ka-Aver exhaled and leaned back in his chair as he heard the message. With a cork in his mouth he had trouble answering and merely nodded to himself.
The Primevil war machine was a well oiled and highly precise weapon. The Cartel was more like a blunt hammer. Sure they could hit hard. But sometimes their aim was a bit.. of...
He took a deep sip from the bottle and prayed the bomber pilots had hit something of value. The chair shook and he looked around. The heavily armored mercs in their seats.
He could not see their faces and shrugged. The shaking of the Jabba class landing transports probably meant that they were passing through the atmosphere.

He opened a channel to the Primevil forces on the ground.

"Helloez lordz and ladiez of the Primevil. I come with greetingz from [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] - the grand admiralz of the hutt cartel... and very higlhy ezteemed perzon... thing. And he zends hiz regardz and appologize for the late rezponze. But herez we arez. Where would you likez us? hum?"

The four tranposrts carried exited the turmoil and shifted in with the softer winds of the lower level of the skies. the jabba class was built to land with an impact, landing in the midst of a battle field, or behind enemy lines. Sensors would show that they were currently targeting the main structure inside the Pius Dea main camp.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: At the barricades.
[11/20]

The artillery rained down upon the enemy stronghold; the streaks of light whistled past the assaulting force that made its way to the front lines. It didn't take long for the enemy to begin counterfiring, their anti-tank guns and machine gun emplacements open fired upon the armoured infantry fighting vehicles and their supporting tanks. Infantry as well began to exit the Miffys and stormed the barricades. The lines were spread and scattered, Primeval forces avoided bottlenecking at killzones and the enemy troops attacked and retreated methodically in an effort to draw out the conflict.

Unfortunately for them, even with the limitations; The Primeval had the world on lockdown and it was only a matter of time before the Pius Dea were defeating. The gate would soon fall and their forces would be overran. Anja herself watched silently from the rear, distant fighting couldn't be missed by visual or sound but it all seemed so fake from afar, like a show being put on by a street performer. Air support circled above and awaited orders from command, soon they'd be able to assist the ground forces.

[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: Ground
Objective: One
Allies: Primevil, Hutt Cartel
Enemies: Those enemies
Post: 11/20

​The Jabba transports hit ground with huge explosions in themselves - dust and dirt being thrown high up in the air around them. While not sublte the impacts caused turmoil and panic among the defending Pius Dea. The transports doors opened in four directions and the heavy cartel enforcers poured out guns blazing.

There would be lots of collateral damage - while they had some sortof military background these days the cartel mercenaries did not fight for freddom or some higher cause. they fought for the credits and they would not take any chances. Innocent or not. If you got close you ended up in their line of fire.

Ka-Aver moved forward his leather boots hitting hard ground in one of the later waves exiting the ships.

"Cauz some noize and get that gatehouze under control!" he roared in the com. the cartel mercenaries moved forward, taking several meters fast, because of the surprise attack. On the other side of the gatehouse the Primevil main force was awaiting, pounding the massive walls with relentless artillery fire.

Better hope they wont blow us up as well... Ka-Aver thought as he lifted his gun and fired upward at the bastion that was controling the gateway into the citadel.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: The barricades.
[12/20]

The arrival of Cartel reinforcements was a welcomed sight. Despite mercenaries having a usually controversial attitude and perhaps less-than-ethical stratagem, The Primeval forces were more than willing to accommodate their efforts. After all, their alliance was forged on the battlefield first and at the tables second. The continuity of such an alliance would continue to be conducted in battles and conquests, as well as elsewhere too, but battles nonetheless.

Anja herself stood idly by as troops from both sides began to bash at the gates. The front line of their enemy had shattered and the Pius Dea irregulars fell back to more defensible positions which limited their numbers but made sure they could draw things out only a moment longer.

Unfortunately at this point all of them Miffys had halted their advance and troops were forced to fight in close-quarters combat. The tanks routed enemy armour and rounded up stragglers who were too slow to retreat to their secondary positions. The next step would be cutting the enemy off, preventing them from withdrawing further into the armoury and in within sabotage distance of their goal; the Cathedral ships.

Finally an opportunity for air support arose, a small, enemy counterattack launched in a desperate attempt to collapse The Primeval's line temporarily. Primeval bombers swooped down and dropped their precision payload, enemy forces were slaughtered in fiery, plasma-filled explosions.

[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: Ground
Objective: One
Allies: Primevil, Hutt Cartel
Enemies: Those enemies
Post: 12/20

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The massive gatehouse was an impressive building. While the idea felt outdated it had worked wonder for this paranoid cult operating from within it. It was only a matter of time before the Pius Dea would break and fall but the mere fact that they were slowing the Promevil war machine down was an impressive feat.

Ka-Aver had seen its effeciency on far worse and larger enemies then this. He had even commanded one of their units himself. So, even though the cult fought hard, causing several of the cartel enforcers to fall Ka-Aver never doubted that they had to keep pushing and make themselves useful.

The gatehouse had several sections locked with blasterproof doors. They moved through the building one section at the time, blowing themselves through doors and walls.
Their objective would be the central command room. From there they would set loose the virus that would open up all gates connected with the building, including the main one.

 

[Vhaeri]

Location: Surface of Ord Janon | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: 4
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Enemies of the Primeval
Post: [ 05/20 ]

"Ah, forgive me, officer," Vhaeri said while bowing just a little bit towards the man. Truth to be told, she had no intention to leave, especially if even a security guard was afraid of her. She could cause such mayhem, she could make people fear and panic. She could make people live a life full of terror. However, she did turn around and started to walk away. She would have to find a different way to spread fear in people.

And she thought she already had a plan for that.

So she moved faster than she'd ever moved before, just to get where she was headed as fast as possible. She had to be fast to succeed in her plans. If she missed even a minute, there was a chance she would miss her chance. And fail.

"On a second thought, could you please get me on a speeder so that people wouldn't have to look at me while I leave?" she stopped and turned to the officer. He seemed surprised, confused, and definitely full of fear. "Could it be done?"

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: The front lines.
[13/20]

After the airstrike had successfully broke through the enemy counterattack, Primeval troops had begun to flood towards the gate and attempted to plant explosives. Suddenly enemy soldiers fired at their flanks, holding up in bunkers and rubble. Before they were able to realize it, The Primeval assault squads had bottlenecked themselves inside a killzone. It was becoming a slaughter.

"Order them to pull off, send in the bombers and have some of our armour regroup and push through their remaining line. Have infantry follow behind and pull out the tanks when they can no longer maneuver." She interrupted the arguing officers who quickly deployed her forces accordingly, neither of them dared to question her command.

[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: Inside gatehouse
Objective: One
Allies: Primevil, Hutt Cartel
Enemies: Those enemies
Post: 13/20

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Leaping over the desk he pressed his right foot upon the surface pushing his body to change direction mid air. His body leaned backward and the lasershots hissed above and beneath him, few scratching his light armour.

THUD!

Ka-Aver completed his backflip in a forward movement, landing with a spinning two handed vibro staff sweeping across the room. He quickly penetraded one of the guards and cut of the leg of a second.
Then the room was flooded with cartel enforcers shouting for the gate control staff to kiss the floor. A few more shoots was enough warning.

Ka-Aver stood and wiped some blood from his face.

"Alright folkz, thiz aint no bankrobbery. Get that viruz going." One of the enforcers answered with a nod.

Moments later red shwirling lamps rotated their warning and a siren sounded its alarm.

Terrified defenders realised that their great gate had betrayed them as ancient machinery roared and hissed to pull the main gate open.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: The front.
[14/20]

With the gates down, Primeval armour lead the assault teams into the breach, enemy defenders were disorganized and scattered. Many attempted to regroup and counterattack but these attacks failed and turned into slaughters. The killzone became property of The Primeval, and the gate was swiftly overran and now in their hands. With troops on the other side it was only a matter of time until the enemy forces collapsed entirely.

In a last ditch effort, the Pius Dea attempted to man one of the cathedral ships despite not having anyone capable of piloting the vessel. They'd attempt to use the ship's broadside guns to annihilate Primeval forces flooding through.

[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Vhaeri]

Location: Surface of Ord Janon | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: 4
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Enemies of the Primeval
Post: [ 06/20 ]

Vhaeri looked at the officer who seemed a little bit hesitant.

"Well, yeah, I suppose," he said after a while. Thank goodness, the girl thought to herself. At least she'd get there fast enough and manage to cause some true mayhem. Her plans weren't supreme or superior in any way, but she guessed all of that would be able to lead to something greater soon. Perhaps she could soon be the cause of some more panic and fear in people. That made her feel a little bit warmer and more successful inside.

She made her way into the security guard's vehicle and made her feel comfortable.

"Just a little bit away, there should be a hospital nearby. I wanna go and check myself in or something."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Ord Janon, Underground Structure[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Explore~[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][08/20][/SIZE]

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Spoiler

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[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The mirror seemed to be magical in nature. At least that’s what Carach assumed as he stared into its depths and realized that it did not have his reflection - very peculiar. In fact, the longer he looked, the more he realized that it was sucking in all his attention into the gray miasmatic emptiness of the glass.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]One could forget his entire life, just content staring into that window.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Wow.” the Sith Lord blinked, before snapping out of it and looking away. It wasn’t long before he decided to turn away completely and start walking - walking as far away from that mirror as was humanly possible.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Tmoxin and him had been in this… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]place[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] for a long time now. Several days at the least and it seemed that the more they traveled the more they discovered, but even Carach realized that some things were better left unexplored.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Some things… weren’t worth discovering at all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“You somewhere around here, Temi?”[/SIZE]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: citadel walls
Objective: One
Allies: Primevil, Hutt Cartel
Enemies: Those enemies
Post: 14/20

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The onslaught was oddly impressive as wave after wave of Primevil forces penetrated the Pius deis defenses. The outcome was inevitable, but despite this the cult kept fighting.

As the Primevil took the fighting to the courtyards and streets Ka-Aver led his men on the wall. Firing on the move they were taking meter by meter and as resistance was breaking the process went faster.
The large weequay had just tossed a defender down the wall and was considering letting the men go. Looting was always expected from cartel guns and these men, despite military background, were no exception to that rule.

The explossion threw several men down the wall. Ka-Avser dodged down as rubble was hurled all around.
The chatedral ship fired broadside upon broadside down the main avenue causing row after row of Primevil infantry to seize their advance.
From their position on the wall they only suffered minor damage but the ship would be a big trouble for sure.

"Alright boyz, I need fifty men mounting those turrets on the wall and turn em 180 degrees! Ka-Aver shouted over the com. Then he pointed with a straight arm toward the cathedral ship.

The enforcers reacted with haste and took control over the abandoned stations on top of the wall.
Slowly the turrets turned toward the ship.

Ka-Aver was a seasoned canoneer, having served on the jackal pirate fleet for a long time. Directing the fire they would be taking out the ships guns but avoid other unnecessary damage. It was appareant that there was no reason destroying it. It was not crewed to fly.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: The front.
[15/20]

With the Hutt's manning the cannon, the futile attempt to turn the Cathedral-class battleship against The Primeval was thwarted. The ship's broadside cannons were quickly decimated as the warships shields remained down. Although the armour itself was very strong, at this range the guns were exposed and easily fired upon. The warships mainguns were offline, thankfully. What was being fired were mass-driver cannons that fired large powerful slugs instead to destroy light ships and starfighters.

Anja herself remained behind with her officers, they no longer could see the battlefield and relied on field officers to feed information back to them. Things were going well and Primeval forces continued to flood the enemy lines which fell apart one-by-one into the chaos of battle.

[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Ord Janon, Underground Structure
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"]
Objective: Explore
[12/20]

Tmoxin dropped down to the floor like a bat from its upside-down perch.

"Right here."

"Checking your reflection?" she teased as she noticed the handsome Voice of the Dark Lord walking away from a mirror. These Sith Lords and were more vain than a hundred Naboo princesses at a royal ball.

But really, there could be worse company with which to be lost than Darth Carach, thought the Hapan Dark Jedi. She wasn't going to worry that their exploration was possibly too thorough. It had been fairly comfortable up until now. That would probably change if their food and water ran out.

Tmoxin had been investigating something in the rafters of the room, but it turned out to be nothing but a structural oddity. Still it would be nice to find something valuable in this bizarrely shaped temple. Or perhaps it was a military installation from the height of the Pius Dea rule. Or maybe a pirate's hideout. It was difficult to tell and so far, they had found nothing noteworthy. And found themselves alone.

But whether they would be alone for long, remained to be seen.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 4 of 20
Location: Bilgewater
Objective: Plan Boo (convert slaves, secure the star port, erect a Primeval shrine)

Spoiler: Obligatory Post Theme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8d9MmJ0ojY​

Smoke hung thick in the air.

The roar of repulsor engines rolled in like thunder, as military speeders and drop ships bore the armored soldiers of the Primeval through the air. The stucco of blaster fire had trickled off to mere echoes in the distance, though the stench of tibana gas yet lingered. The resistance that they had encountered had been fierce, and it had been brief. The star port authorities, the local enforcement, and the Pius Dei militia quickly overwhelmed by the spread of the Golden Banner 5th from out of the heavens and into the streets. Armored vehicles -- MIFVs -- rolled through the narrow confines of the urban sprawl. Their armor unfazed by the blaster fire which would erupt from the alleys, as pockets of resistance clustered behind hastily erected barricades, strewn together of refuse and shipping containers.

The recoil of mass driver turrets was muffled by the corresponding detonation, as the barricades exploded in vivid displays of pyrotechnics. Elsewhere, the sound of rocket artillery signaled the Primeval response to vessels attempting to take off from the port. Columns of black scarred the sky, choked and shrouded as the horizon was through the fog of war which had rolled in deep. Bodies and parts of bodies littered the boulevards through the southern town, as the banner of the Primeval rose over the one structure which had weathered the coming of the Host Lord without suffering any damage.

The star port.

Bannerman Montileu Cal-Dermont surveyed the five new recruits that had been brought to him by the Pantoran. At day break, they had been slaves. On their way to the flesh markets to be sold like cattle on some world away from the influence cloud of the Silver Jedi or the Sanctum. Zygeria perhaps. Now, as the sun began to set on Ord Janon, they were free men. Baptized by blood into the ancient of religions and taking their vows to serve the gods of the Primeval. As the former slaves began to don the uniform and armor of the Golden Banner 5th, the former engineer turned to look out from the make-shift command center overlooking the city.

The star port control tower created quite a vista from which to overlook the lands reclaimed for the will of Sargon. Through the smoke and haze, the man's eyes searched for signs of where the young missionary had ventured off to. The tell-tale flash of crimson light that would mark a lightsaber, somewhere out in the distance.

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Blood stained the white cloth draped across the altar.

Gasping, wheezing, the wizened priest of the Pius Dei died looking up at the ceiling mosaic. As he did, the serpentine amphistaff relaxed its grip, withdrawing the fangs from out of the discolored flesh of his throat. Reaching into his pocket, the young witch-boy produced a small object -- like a thermal detonator. Depressing the switch on the side, the youth casually discarded the trinket before stooping down to retrieve his pet. Stepping over the body, the blue-skinned youth turned as he straightened back up, surveying the interior of the grandiose cathedral. The vaulted ceilings, the masonry inlaid with aurodium and other precious metals, painted with artful frescos, and lavishly appointed as befitting the House of God.

There were people starving, living in the streets and alleyways of Bilgewater. Dying in the dirt, while people gave money so that 'god' could have a stained glass window made of Aedgan crystal shavings instead of cheap, synthetic colored glass.

Is this what people thought religion was? Is this what the worship of 'god' was on Ord Janon?

If so, then the boy was going to send a message to that 'god'. A signal to all those who flocked to the false prophets and the worship of credits, or the acquisition of material wealth.

As he made his way from out of the steps of the Pius Dei cathedral, the boy reached down to tap a coded sequence on his wrist comlink. He'd barely made it down the steps when lightning struck. Turbolasers, fired from the Primeval capital ship in orbit over the town. The gun batteries drawn to the target illuminated by the transmitter the boy had dropped inside. The building seemed to collapse in on itself as the twin strikes shattered through the roof of the church.

Then it exploded.

Tremors shook the ground, as chunks of flaming debris rained down like hail around the violet-haired child -- as he walked mildly by. The world behind him engulfed in fire as the church burned brightly atop the hill overlooking the star port. It was a beautiful location, a pastoral reminder of the work of Nogras and Halrormalenth.

Looking over, the boy spied a small maintenance shed still standing in the shadow of the burning cathedral. Illuminated by the light of the fire, the small, humble structure stood out against the shadow and the smoke. A small island in a sea of soot and darkness.

It was as though he would hear the voice of Nogras whispering into the wind, saying, 'on this place, my light can be seen.'

Falling to his knees, the boy's amber eyes reflected the scene before him as he marveled as the simple, meager shed which continued to stand as wood and duracrete burned down around it.

And he prayed. Prostrating himself, worshiped silently for a moment. Then, cradling the head of the amphistaff with his one hand, brought the wrist link up as he called back to Cal-Dermont and said, "I've found the place for our morning prayers."

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: The front.
[16/20]

With the Pius Dea continuing their retreat, more Primeval troops flooded through the gate, one particular infiltration team managed to shut off most of the defenses in the facility. With anti-air offline, Primeval fighters began to flood the skies above, strafing enemy forces where available and maintaining an air superiority presence.

Anja herself was once again on the move; inside her MIFV, the vehicle moved up the road and through the gate where only minor skirmishes between her assault squads and pockets of enemy resistance remained. The bulk of the fighting was further up the road inside. Stepping out of the vehicle, Anja followed guards and other officers up a ramp and into a control room that housed most of the facilities functions. In here they set up a planning room as the gate was fully secured and no more enemy troops existed outside of it.

[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective 2: Disrupt slavers
In the vicinity: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]
[13/20]

Bellatrix heard Darth Pyrrhus's response. He was still close by which filled her with relief. She was now entering the innards of the slave colony, and although she had no idea what to expect, it was more clean and efficient than she had imagined. The slaves, mostly non-human species were chained, but didn't appear to be mistreated. The facilities were clean, and the other Pius Dea workers moved back and forth in a fairly nonchalant manner. It could have been a factory or even a bank. Except for the beautiful Twi'leks in chains.

However, off in the distance, she could hear the faint hiss of a whip, then a snap and the shrieking of a female. Her blood ran cold, making her feel suddenly like there was ice in every vein. For the first time that day, she felt sincere regret that she had threatened her Master's life. And a spike of anger was also there too, but towards her own poor decision-making. How had she even agreed to this dangerous scheme? Bellatrix didn't think there was enough spice in her system to withstand the pain of a neuronic whip.

But she supposed the alternative was something she wanted to ponder on even less for would have Darth Pyrrhus killed her had she not gone along with his plan? He better show up soon, thought Bellatrix as the slavers began leading her in the direction of the whip sounds. Her nerves were extremely rattled, and she felt as though she were going to be sick.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[7/20]​

Objective: #2 Disrupt slavers
Allies: [member=Bellatrix Celvina]
Enemies: [member=Anastasia Rade]

Darth Pyrrhus clung to the shadows, making sure he kept out of sight as they brought his apprentice with them to their camp. It was almost a little too easy. Come to think of it, it was quite the opposite. They could've just ambushed the slavers, and gotten the information from them. He had ways of making people talk. Oh well. #Hindsight. If anything, it was amusing to put Bellatrix in this position, and see how she responded. Everything was a test, after all. She played the role of slave well. Perhaps it shouldn't come surprising, considering that was exactly what she was. His slave.

Of course, there came a limit to how far he could follow. While it was an easy thing to use his mastery of illusions to keep the slavers who transported Bella unaware of his presence, it was something else entirely to keep the whole slave camp tricked. And so he fell further and further behind, until eventually, the blue thing faded away from his line of sight. Of course, through the Force, he was always watching.

"Status report." From a hidden position and safe distance from the camp, he called up Rhea, a Nautolan officer who had recently distinguished herself on Ord Mirit. "On the move, sir. Be at your location in ten, sir." The force lead by the female Nautolan were to follow after Pyrrhus. He had updated them on his location. Once he found the camp, they moved in. Yet Bella was out of his sight, and at the mercy of the slavers. Ten minutes wouldn't cut it. While he thought her capable of handling herself (really, if she wanted to become Sith she had no choice), she was but an initiate, and deep within enemy lines. "Make it five." "Yessir!" The officer replied with vigour. Whether she would be able to hold her promise remained to be seen. Darth Pyrrhus and his soldiers were getting in position to assault the slave compound. Soon™

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 5 of 20
Location: Bilgewater
Objective: Plan Boo (convert slaves, secure the star port, erect a Primeval shrine)

Peace returned to the town, as the fires were reduced to a smolder and the smoke faded into a haze which lingered over the star port like a fog as the dawn broke on the horizon.

Montileu Cal-Dermont prostrated himself, hearing the motion and movement of a hundred men who did as he did. All of them following suit with the motions of a child who would lead them through the prayer of adoration -- the first daily prayer said by the Primeval, a prayer of thanksgiving to the Starmaker at first light.

Throughout the night, watchmen from the Golden Banner 5th had taken time from out of their 'rack time', forsaking sleep in order to come and aid the blue-skinned tween with the steps necessary to begin re-making the landscape around the small maintenance shed into a kirk. A shrine to the gods of the Primeval. The interior of the shed had been re-organized to better fit its new purpose. A reverie chain and libations prepared as offerings, as the assembly of those soldiers who wished to come worship were assembled on what had been the lawn of the church.

This was the house of Sargon. These were the walls that Halrormanlenth had built. This, the lighting of Nogras. The changing sky the mosaics painted by Balagoth.

They were the Primeval.

And, as five former slaves repeated back the prayers, they were joined by a handful of others. Friends and family who had come to see who these new people were, who had turned slaves into masters.

And masters into slaves.

Back at the star port, the surviving members of Bilgewater's Pius Dei priesthood were bound in chains -- in the hands of a courier who would deliver them to [member="Sempra the Hutt"] as a gift, for him to dispose or sell however he should see fit.

Perhaps in the Hutt Cartel, these heretics and humanists would at last come to know truth.

Or perhaps they would die, in which case truth would know them instead. That was the way of things. And how it was for all, inevitably.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: The front.
[17/20]

More and more of the enemy troops began to fall.

Anja--with her officers--coordinated the final push, those that remained of the Pius Dea militant fled into an abandoned drydock. Due to the nature of its structure, no vehicles can deploy to fight them meaning that the remaining combat must be done on foot. Regardless of which, Primeval forces elsewhere converged on Anja's location and began to take control of the shipyards and the Cathedral-class Battleships stored there. With these new warships in their hands, The Primeval can bolster its position in Wild Space and add greater designs to their arsenal.

Truly the Pius Dea of old invented a masterpiece which time itself could not eradicate.

With the vessels secured, Anja focused her attention on the remaining forces. "Destroy them. I want the shipyard secured and the warships in orbit." She gave the final command before leaving the scene.