Invasion Dance with me |TSE vs SJC (Turf Wars of Anzat)

[Kyra Perl]

*Please note, this invasion has a bit of a twist to it. See here, and then reach out to me to get a way in.


This campaign is not your typical war front. After the invasion of Voss and Myrkr, the planets around them have found themselves caught in a grey area of control. Sith and Jedi travel freely across unstated lines, seeking to establish order or control wherever they can grab it.

It's chaos.

On this day...

Neither side came for war, but as the chance encounter unfolds, Anzat finds itself caught in the middle of the galactic power struggle.

Unorganized forces from both sides now find themselves face to face with opposition. The results of this turf war will determine the fate of this small isolationist planet, caught inside the turmoil of an all-out war.

Cue you. This is your story. Why are you here?

What do you do next?

Spoiler: World Info

Anzat.
Few dared travel to Anzat. The mysterious planet was home to a species of vampiric natives, and as such was oft avoided by offworlders. But now the isolationist Anzati have been swept up as part of something bigger: the ever-growing conflict between the Silver Jedi and the Sith Empire.

A dazzling, omnipresent aurora bathed the night sky; The Sea of Memory, revered by the Anzati people as the life force of their ancestors given form. Those sensitive to the Force are said to be able to hear speechless voices when exposed to its light. Across the mountainous spires and mist-draped valleys, the battle between light and dark rages on.

Not much is known about the planet that belongs to the Anzati people. Many offworlders and non Anzati people are confined to the spaceport on the planet surface, confined to the single building away from the Anzati people.

While not much is known about the planet Anzat, much more is known about it’s most natural inhabitants, the Anzati people. Human in appearance, with only their greyish skin, larger noses and prehensile proboscises a give away their true nature.

These Anzati people lived for hundreds, if not thousands of years and had strength and highly developed sensory organs never before seen. Many believed that for an Anzati to be classed as old, they had to be eight hundred years plus.

Isolationists, craving for “soup”, many Anzati would become unstable and obsessive, often to the point of insanity. Many of these died by making a crucial mistake after losing focus.

Which brings us to present times.

Possible Locations​

The feeding caves:
Dark, damp, and foul smelling. It is here they say young Anzati venture for their first hunts. These caves run deep, operating as supply lines. Controlling them might very well mean controlling the planet.

The compound:
The Anzati are a mystery. One sith-funded company wanted to learn more about them. There is a heavily fortified science lab well out of town. There are people there, trapped and unable to leave atmo due to a sabotaged ship and racial tensions around. They sent out an SOS. Who will answer?

The village:
The Anzati are an old race. They reproduce rarely and live for 200 years before reaching adulthood. Death at any number would decimate their population. Do you care? Do you want the viscous hunters gone? Anzati gotta eat. Don't get caught.

The warehouse:
Intel says TSE keeps valuable assets in a warehouse deep in the mountains. It is so isolated that not even the Anzati know of its existence, and the orgin of the report is unknown. One thing is for certain. There is a building there. The lights are on. What are you looking to find? Or better yet ...What are you looking to keep hidden?

 

[Kyra Perl]

The Players​

Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis vs Allyson Locke and Jyoti Nooran
Taeli Raaf vs Darlyn Excron
Ra's vs Beltran Rarr
Lark vs Alyssa Shinobu
Hailyn vs Caedyn Arenais and WelshGuy
Joycelyn Zambrano vs Risen
Ingrid L'lerim vs Sakadi Marathi Sinvala and Mathieu Brion
AMCO vs Auteme
Moon Seo-Yun vs Okkeus Dainlei and Caden Evesa

*tagging system messed up, pardon this post

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand
The Red Witch; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: The Village, Anzat
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | 2x red blade lightsaber shoto | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Shield talisman | G1 OmniLink | BCR-X10 Sniper Rifle | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Ground forces: 2/2 Smoke demons
Tags: Mathieu Brion | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

Background music:
Sabaton – Rise of Evil​

Everything went as bad as possible, she arrived at Anzat on Adrian's ship and then something happened, she didn't even know what it was. But not long after, she was on the planet and broke away from her fiancé. She climbed out of a smoky dropship, next time trying to stay with her own pilots and not the TSE’s people. So it was an attack. Fortunately, she was quite well not injured, but alone. Feeling Adrian, he was healthy, not dead, which is good. But she wasn't around, she had to get there.

Her two demons were alive, and she felt several aura nearby, including an acquaintance. So she suddenly remembered that she had felt another familiar aura before, the soldier. The Jedi, on the other hand, was here nearby, with someone. Ironically, she recalled what had happened at Voss, where she fought and duelled with two fairly narrow-minded individuals. Those who were unable to comprehend that overcoming her illusion is not the equivalent of winning a duel. Ironically, there was the same person nearby who she fought on Voss as well.

Only here, did she cannot protect her fiancé and lover, Adrian Vandiir, even though the Sith Lord was here too. But she was not on his side. True, she managed to quell her worries at Voss as well, but even then, she was there in her soul. The Overlord was really happy that this was the case because it was a great practice to have to suppress that feeling. On the other hand, her ability to worry about Adrian and Tubrok showed that she had not become an insensitive monster.

Returning to the current situation, that Jedi padawan got in her way again, like on Voss, only this time it was not the soldier with him, but a woman. True, she also felt the soldier, Beltran Rarr , she felt he was here somewhere. Will they not recognize their opponent’s victory even now? It was an interesting question while sending a message to her lover, AMCO .

~ I’m ok, I think, my dropship crashed… Try to stay alive, handsome! I’ll find my way back to you as soon as possible. Anyway, the boy who faces me… he was there on Voss with the soldier I mentioned to you. But he is here as well, I sensed him. If we have a chance after this we can find him… ~

Meanwhile, she walked closer to the two Jedi, with her two new pets; they were easy to find, fortunately. This time she is not hiding.

”I see this will be a rematch, I hope here you don’t want to interpret the rules in an alternative way like you did on Voss…”

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[Darth Carnifex]

The door opened with the whine of whirling gears and the hiss of pressurized air, each partition sliding into either side of the door frame and disappearing completely. Seven people strode forward into the darkened room, the lights overhead winking into existence as they passed underneath them. Compared to the other rooms in the warehouse, this room ran on the smaller side of things. It was also situated further back than the others, cordoned with multiple interlocking gates that required specific clearance codes to access.​

No one had traveled these halls for months, possibly even years. Dust liberally coated the walls and floors, kicked up at the group's passage. They journeyed through another doorway, the room they entered virtually identical to the room they had just left. This time, however, five out of the seven stopped right past the threshold of the door and turned about to face it. ​

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They would not travel into the inner sanctum.​

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The other two continued on without missing a beat, the last door opening at their approach, and closing once they had passed it. Inside was a series of large vitrines that contained bodies in various states of decay, most of them having been completely mummified by time and neglect. Each one had a multitude of needles and syringes stuck into their bodies, though both the tubes and the vials connected to them were empty. At the end of the chamber was another vitrine, the body within only moderately decomposed. The tubes stuck into its flesh still pulsed with activity, a viscous fluid draining out into a collection vial at a slow, methodical pace.​

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What was unique about this body was how small it was, the skin mottled and green, and the head oblong with a set of large ears protruding from either side. Most of its lower body was missing, rotted away to dust at the base of the vitrine. Upon closer inspection, one could readily discern the body as having belonged to the same race as Vandar Tokare, Oteg, Yoda, Yaddle, and Teferi Efreet.​

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The first of the two hooded figures pressed a button on the vitrine's control panel, a stream of information cascading down the small data-screen just above. He read for a moment, grunting unintelligibly as he turned to face the other. The light briefly revealed the face of Darth Carnifex, Sith Emperor and Dark Lord of the Sith.​

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"It is time we move the body, Anzat is no longer safe."​

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Darth Prazutis | Allyson Locke | Jyoti Nooran

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[Ra's]

Location: The feeding caves
Objective: Take control of the lines to assure victory for the Empire.

First Act

The massive Kaleesh was moving on one of the long corridors of the feeding caves. Leading a unit of soldiers to help on taking control of this vital position and assure a triump to Darth Carnifex and the TSE , the great warrior was advancing with his cold killer eyes starring with a unbrekeable will forward. If anyone dare to oppose him they would die ! Soon Ra's ambitions would come to reality , one more battle, one more fight in which he can prove himself as a warrior to the empire and he will soon be able to claim the title of Darth. But first they need to triump in this said fight, and going by the reported situation it won't be easy, many fuckers will probably try to oppose them, but Ra's will crush them all ! "Common dogs ! We need to move, no slowing down ! Soon we will probably be attacked by some fuckers who think they can oppose the TSE ! So be ready soldiers !" Advancing a few more steps Ra's and his forces could hear in one of the corridors close to them various foot steps Beltran Rarr

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Location: The village, Anzat
Equipment: Ashlas wristguard | Blaster pistol with a stun setting | Stun baton | Two Lightsabres | Brion Substance Regulator | Electromagnetic pulse emitter | Heavy Covert Armour
Allied tag: Sakadi Marathi Sinvala
Hostile tag: Ingrid L'lerim

He did not know this one from before, but had heard a thing or two about her. Jedi Master Sakadi Marathi Sinvala - she was shorter than expected, but then, those kinds of things did not tend to matter much, especially not for someone who was strong in the force. The woman appeared to be a few years older than Mathieu himself - it was mostly rather subtle signs, but then, he was not blind to the colour of her skin and her ears. It made him suspect that the difference in age might be greater than expected.

It was not a large village they were guarding, many of the houses were of a relatively simple construct with much weaker materials than one could have expected if they had been in one of the core worlds. Mathieu kicked one of many small rocks which could be found laying about on the dusty streets - it didn't make the satisfying bouncing sound he had hoped for, these people had not yet got to the point where they could justify investing in asphalt streets.

"Have you fought many Sith in your days, Master Sinvala?" he asked, looking at her curiously - the village was calm, offering them a good opportunity for small talk. Mathieu enjoyed small talk.

But then he sensed it, a familiar presence in the force. It brought a frown to his face - it was Ingrid L'Ierim, the current person in charge of the Eternal Empire. He looked down to his ally "Do you sense it, Master? Someone is near - I think I have fought her before, on Voss." His hand brushed back his robes a little as he put it by the belt where his lightsabre hung. "She's the Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire. She may give of a neutral force presence, but don't let that deceive you. She behaves like a Sith, she fights for the Sith, for all intents and purposes, she is Sith. She used stealth, teleportation, poison and a doppelgänger last time, she's a tricky one."

The woman appeared sooner than expected. This time, she had brought two demons to really entrench Mathieu's view on her as a Sith. His frown was replaced by an amused smile "You're the one who ran out of arguments. And let's not forget that tangent you had about blasters. You should be mindful about projecting your own flaws onto others. It is an unhealthy coping mechanism."

 

[Caden Evesa]

Location: Hunting
Tags: Okkeus Dainlei | Moon Seo-Yun

There was a presence he hadn't felt in years.

It was close. The presence he was feeling was closer to him that it had been since Mygeeto, since the day that everything had gone so wrong. It was a presence he hadn't felt since the day that he and his best friend had attempted to kill each other, slaughter each other.

The young Jedi hadn't intended to find himself on Anzat. He hadn't intended to end up Sith space at all, he just needed a place to regroup before he moved to Nar Kreeta to join the defense force against the Bryn. Anzat ended up being the best place to regroup.

Be it coincidence or the will of the force, his former friend was close. Okkeus was close, of that he was certain.

Caden wasn't entirely sure why he was searching out the man. After everything they had been through, he was almost certain Okkeus would try and kill him. Maybe he just hoped that the passage of time would help, he had been fourteen when he had left Okkeus and he was returning older, wiser.

He was seventeen now, having spent years training among the Mandalorian warriors and learning more about himself and the force. He had traveled to Mustafar, learnt more from other force sects. He was a different person to when he had left and he hoped that Okkeus was as well.

Maybe he wanted his friend back, he honestly didn't know.

 

[AMCO]

Location: Approaching the Compound.
Objective: Secure the facility's personnel... and research.
Equipment: Polyweave Suit, Shield Talisman, Empyrean Gland, [2] Jin'Pins
Writing Partner: Auteme

It was almost ridiculous how quickly things had gone wrong; it had started oh-so-simple, with Ingrid here to do... whatever it is she did behind closed doors. Recruit assassins or spies? Beat up vampires and take their lunch money? Something important, no doubt, while he sought out Anzati willing to volunteer for a science project or two... or failing that, waited for some to attack him and void their right of refusal in the process.

As far as he was concerned, anyone who would snack on his brain if given the chance was fair game for even the most invasive of projects.

Incidents had compounded upon incidents, however, and now he found himself en route to the only (official) research post on the harsh world, which was reporting sabotage and hostile natives at the same time as the Jedi came knocking. How very convenient.

A coincidence? It was possible, but very, very unlikely. Predators sensing blood in the water was his guess.

<In one piece, I hope?> Pausing his telepathic communion with Ingrid L'lerim to receive an answer in the affirmative - that woman could be far too stoic at times - he soon continued. <I'm on my way to the science compound, antsy vampires, nothing I can't handle. See you soon.>

Airspeeder sliding to a stop a short walk from the facility, he nodded his thanks to the pilot before stepping out, lanky forms in unmarked armour bearing blaster rifles quickly forming a defensive cordon around the extremely out-of-place Sith Lord, clad in a luxurious suit as he was.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

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It was by all accounts a place that didn't exist.

The structure had been so well hidden that not even the greatest elders of the Anzati people, wisest and powerful of such a long lived species even knew it existed at all. It was well hidden through its multilayered anti-sensor and detection systems that made the remote building hidden to the outside world. A series of biometric and code keyed security gates protected every layer of the warehouse from intrusion. It was a place barely traveled and the layer of dust permeating every interior surface confirmed that. There was no better place to keep hidden, valuable secrets than this. The seven figures were cloaked in shadows as they passed through each layer to the nexus of the structure. That was when five of their number had broken off, only two passing into its heart.​

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Unlike the rest of the structure this place was untouched by the dusty intrusion, nor the musty smell of a place closed off to the rest of the world for so long without reprieve. Every surface was meticulously cleaned to sterility, the air smelled like a cocktail of bleach, ammonia and other cleaning products that had recently been used to wipe down every single surface. In a room filled with various bodies encased within their glassy tombs, the corner of the chamber held an immobile station where a mindless cleaning automaton had once stood a silent sentinel keeping the place of these vile experiments in perfect order. The pair of individuals stopped at one particular case however. It was a specimen unlike any other. Tubes running through its moderately decomposed, green flesh. It was a species that stood as an icon to the Jedi Order from Vandar Tokare to Teferi Efreet. ​

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"It is time we move the body, Anzat is no longer safe." The Sith Emperor had said. The figure who stood with him briefly illuminated to reveal the Shadow Hand and the Supreme Commander of all Sith-Imperial Forces Darth Prazutis.​

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"We have prepared for this." He moved to a panel on the nearby wall and punched in a keyed sequence. The light in the chamber turned a dark red then and every single other case containing bodies, beyond the one they had addressed flooded with an extremely powerful, acidic compound, a special multistage compound that quickly, efficiently erased the evidence. Each panel glowed with red runes as a virus combined with its mechuderu components, and the lab contingencies erased every scrap of data that streamed to the panels. Once it was fully erased the mechuderu runes flared and fell silent. Each screen darkened for the last time. All that remained was the repository of data in the form of a small datachip that had been ejected from the panel before the process began, quickly stored away. The Shadow Hand returned to the Dark Lord's side then. The prompt triggered by the Butcher-King had triggered one of the vitrines special modes. It's case was different from the others. Its sides moved and transformed, pieces twisting and rising from the floors as it was being put through the process from its stationary mode to its mobile state.​

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"Data secured. The room has been cleaned. We must move him quickly."​

Darth Carnifex | Allyson Locke | Jyoti Nooran ​

 

[Alyssa Shinobu]

Location: TSE Warehouse inside the vents
Objective: Find out what the Sith keep in their closets
Equipment: 1x Deep blue Lightsaber, An Iron will, Bag of trail mix
Tags: Lark

Elbows crammed in her chest Alyssa hastily squirmed through the air vents steel walls her eyes fixated on the green light shining at the end of the tube. She could hear the soft whines and mechanical whirring of a machine in the background and if she wasn't mistaking the whistling of steam could also be heard. This place felt strange, yet familiar all the same like she had been here before even though she knows she hasn't. Darkness, great darkness polluted the air and seeped in through the walls like smog from a factory. Alyssa had tried convincing herself that she only felt this way because she was inside a TSE complex but it was to no avail she is darkness and darkness is her and deep down she knows no matter how many candles she lights she can never light up every crevice inside her soul.

Scarlet eyes scanned the floor below the vent...nothing. Her senses drew up no quarry and overall it seemed to be safe to drop inside. She had to keep her wits about her if she were to get caught it could be Mustafar all over again. Gracelessly Alyssa plummeted to the floor crushing the bag of trail mix in her back pocket. Wiping the blood from her nose Alyssa inspected the bag and shrugged for all the chocolate bits had been eaten already. The young Jedi arrived in what appeared to be a lab of sorts judging by the scattered tubes and elixirs littering the floor at the end of the room was a small terminal that coated the room in crimson light as it ran through what appeared to be files of sorts.

Zig zagging through the field of broken syringes and dusty beakers Alyssa made her way towards the console taking note of the dark aurora surrounding gurneys on either side of the room. They were surrounded by death and blanketed with ghastly abysmal energy.

"Just what in blazes is going on in here? And why are the Sith so bad at cleaning?! Karking Slobs." Having reached the terminal Alyssa surveyed the terminal sufficiently surprised by what she found. Someone had started a data deletion sequence in a different wing of the Warehouse, but the system was so old that it took time for the message to reach the entire system which explained why this console was only at 3o% completion. "Should have gotten the latest patch guys..." Inserting her datapad in the terminal Alyssa tried to download the data with no success.

"Guess I'll have to cancel the deletion first. Figures..."

 

[Risen]

Location: Approaching Warehouse
Dramatis Personae: Joycelyn Zambrano​

Rugged mountains rose like sentinels into the painted sky. Colors didn’t hang up above, they weren’t frozen in the chill air or smothering the stars. They danced. Risen pulled his travel cloak tighter around him as he watched them go. Dathomir had nothing to compare to this. Why was it combat that took him to the most beautiful places?

He pressed on. Frost nestled in his beard, needle wind stung his face. The altitude was bitter. It sucked air from his lungs.

Risen relied on the breathing techniques of the Matukai to sustain him, using his spear as a walking staff. Long hikes like this still tired him — he wasn’t immune to the fatigue of it all — but a soldier trained to work through it, in spite of it, in order to fulfill their objective. At the moment, though, that objective wasn’t clear. Orders came quickly, chaotically, and changed at a moment’s notice. It was this way, then that way to combat this new incursion of the Sith. Maybe that’s why the silence of the mountains was so soothing as he hiked to scout the warehouse, not knowing what he would find there.

Maybe that’s why, in that silence, he heard a crunching of stone.

Immediately, Risen stopped to survey the terrain. He stood halfway up a mountain on a ledge, a sheer cliff descending into the crevasse between it and the adjoining peak. The footing was narrow, but even. It wouldn’t be more than 100 feet to the other side of the crevasse. Wind blew in uneven gusts.

His heart beat faster. Risen breathed in deeply, allowing this breath to take in the Force with it and grant him its power. Pale blue light like fog drifted off his skin and melted away the gathering frost.

Something was coming.

But what?

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Location: The village, Anzat.
Equipment: Lightsabers, Cosaint Bracers, Covert Jedi Robes, standard equipment (Bio)
Ally: Mathieu Brion
Opposing: Ingrid L'lerim

The village was unusually quiet. Anzat was known to be a dangerous planet, but today, that danger was extraterrestrial. The coming of the Jedi and Sith, champions of the Light and Dark side of the Force respectively, were about to shake the planet to its very core. And despite the Anzati's hunger for the Force, or 'the soup', as they called it, none dared intervene. She could almost sense it herself; how the Light and Dark were at the verge of clashing. And yet, everything felt so... peaceful.

But Sakadi knew better than to accept that peace for what it was. To her, the Living Force was music. A symphony where every living being represented a note that played a different tune. She saw in her mind's eye how some of these notes were terribly out of line, or seemingly absent from the music sheet itself. That alone was reason enough to remain alert. For she expected the Force to throw a curveball in her direction, like it had done quite often as of late.

The Jedi Master stood in the middle of the narrow street that led to the center of the rather primitive village. She faced the western outskirts, gazing into what seemed like nothingness,. "To raise your lightsaber is to forsake the many tools a Jedi has at his or her disposal." The Master projected as response to her fellow Jedi's question. "That is why I have often tried to prevent that outcome." She continued, her gaze now shifting to the taller man. "Nevertheless, I have been forced to step in on occasion." A lot, as of late. But the Sephi decide to leave that out. Her most recent clashes with the Dark side had left their marks. Some of which she would rather not discuss.

The attention of the Jedi Master was drawn back to the village its outskirts. Much like Mathieu, she felt the darkness in the Force approaching. She had been observing the swirling mass of Force energy for a while now, but it remained difficult to determine its exact position.

Her ears twitched slightly as she listened to her fellow Jedi's description. If what he felt was right, they were in for quite a ride. But that wasn't what troubled her. No, the what concerned the Master was that she felt three presences, instead of just the one Mathieu described.

But no amount of opponents could shake the calm and composed Jedi Master. The beacon of Light remained where she was, hands clasped and calmly waiting for the Empress Regent to arrive. The primitive and shabby houses could only grant a limited amount of cover, as did the empty streets of the village.

Then, the Empress Regent came.

The woman had fiery red hair, deep blue eyes and an elegance that reminded her of herself. The woman held some important advantages. Height, weight and not to mention the impressive demons that followed behind her. Their presence in the Force was notable enough to alert the Sephi, who despite of this remained outwardly tranquil.

Sakadi began by reaching out through the Force. The temporary link she tried to establish was by no means invasive, but carried a single message in her angelic disembodied voice. "Empress Regent Ingrid L'erim. I ask that you turn back now, for this village is under Jedi protection. Any attempt to enter by force will be met in kind." Her tone was confident and lacked concern. With her head tilted slightly ajar, the Sephi added one more sentence. "And we wouldn't want that, would we?" To say it was mocking would be an understatement.​

 

[Kascalion Giedfield]

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Location: Anzat Caves | Post: 1 | Tag: WelshGuy ​

Anzat. The first world he had been on for offensive combat since Bastion. It was a place of primality, of savageness shared amongst a people vampiric in hunger and predatory in culture. Perhaps that is why the grey-purple skinned man clad in furs desired so greatly to be here for this day. To face strong foes and to prove to himself that he was not what he had called himself every day since the capital fell.

A failure.

The word stung his mind like a pincer, further stirring the cerebral soup of despaired desire towards a simple goal that shared the primalness of the Anzati. The first on his path of atonement. Some may have come here to control the supply lines of the Anzati, force them into servitude, and make them dangerous soldiers for some army. That was their goal. That is what they wanted to do.

But not him. The Anzati hunted like beasts and they fought like monsters. He was both and he wanted to slay them all, killing off their younglings and ending bloodlines. Plain and simple. Excercise his skills as a pure killer just as he did back when he was Kavar Dagul Goth.

He nodded to himself - the clatter of his skeletal jaw echoing - as he crawled through yet another narrow passageway of the cave system, rank black slime sticking to his hands from the walls as he pushed and pulled his body along the way. He thanked the Force that he no longer bore a physical nose and thus the scent of the caves was subdued to a great level. He knew it was rancid, horrid, and despicably rotten. All the tales and accounts had said so. But he could bear it and march forward until the deed was done.

Unfortunately for him, only a few Anzati - three young hunters in training, perhaps unaware of the invasion occurring on the surface - were encountered along his initial journey. They hissed and growled in their language as he approached them, the white plasmic blade of his newly constructed lightsaber illuminating the darkness. Angelic almost as it twirled and hummed in the tunnels.

And for those who attempted to fight, they were subsequently killed in great swiftness and without the flash and flurry normally associated with the Devil. They were merely bisected at the waist or slammed against the cave walls until their bones snapped at impossible angles. Practicality until victory was achieved. Showboating is what got him in this position in the first place, skull-headed and held together by magic alone.

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It was when he cut down the last encountered Anzati that he finally felt it - the presence in the distance. It was faint, but it was there. Growing nearer and nearer as he walked towards it with intrigue. The Light Side and the Dark Side. Two in one soul. That much he knew. What was it to be? Another Force User? Living amongst these creatures willingly? Or was it a new target? Someone he could truly fight in a proper bout?

The Devil disengaged his weapon, allowing the darkness to blanket him. The white orbs that sat still in the eye sockets of his skull looked like luminescent pearls as he crouched and shuffled forward on all-fours, like a wolf stalking its next meal. No. Not pearls. Stars. Dying stars in the empty void. And soon, those stars would roar back to life into a blazing red giant as battle was commenced.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: Feeding Caves
Objective: Teach Ra's the meaning of pain
Allies: SJC
Enemies: Sith, Ra's
Loadout:

• Armor: Katarn Mk. III Light Powered Armor
• Clothing: Katarn Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons: Death-Dealer Handcannon (drop holster, right hip - loaded with Sith-Killer Ammunition), Pulse Pistol (chest holster) Lightsaber (clipped to waist), Lightsaber Pike (strapped to back), Wrist Mounted Blaster (right wrist), Tactical Vibroblade (right boot), Incendiary Grenades, Cryo-Ban Grenades

Commanding: Paladin Company

The feeding caves.

Beltran mused on the name of the large network of Caves where it was said that young Anzati came to kill for the first time. It was a perfect analogy for what would transpire here soon. The battles of Myrkr and Voss had left Beltran with a taste for Sith blood, and today he was hungry. If he felt anything for the Sith, he might have pitied the poor being who tried to stand in his way.

But he didn't.

As Jedi Mathieu Brion had learned on Voss, the Sith were treacherous. They lacked all honor and sought only to dominate all those they came into contact with. Against that, there was no diplomacy. No point in talking. Nothing but folly in showing mercy.

At the head of his Company, Beltran led his men through the dark caves. He drew upon both the Force, and the low-light vision filter of his helmet's HUD. He held his pulse rifle at the ready, shouldered and prepared to end lives. Though all the Rangers had scanners built into their helmets, something in the cave walls was making it difficult to get any definitive readings.

"Be ready," He told his men. "I'm getting intermittent life-sign readings. I can't be sure, but I suspect we will be coming into contact soon."

Beltran's words would indeed be prophetic a few moments later as he turned a corner into the same cave corridor that Ra's and his troops were advancing through.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Location: En route to the compound, Relatively close
• Objective: Kill Sith, Take their stuff
• Equipment: Adventure Robes, Exar Kun's Lightsaber, Personal Saber, Blaster, 5 Thermal Detonators, 3 Fragmentation Grenades
• Opponent: Taeli Raaf

"Why am I here?"

Darlyn's question wasn't actually directed at anyone, seeing as no one was around him to converse with anyways, but more a rhetorical question he posed for himself. Why was he here, on Anzat, a planet he didn't care about all that much for in the first place, hunting down an SOS for a company he knew nothing about, when he could be off chasing down Sith Lords? Quite frankly he didn't have an answer, instead he could only assume his destination was important enough for that Zambrano woman to defend. The one who broke his lightsaber. Finally with a set of robes that should even the playing field, he hoped, prayed for the chance to put that woman down in a most violent fashion.

Of course today would not be that day, but he wouldn't be disappointed in the challenges to come.

He kept his hood up over his head, and traversed the terrain carefully so as not to set off any of the explosives he carried along with him. More than enough to kill someone, if he could get them to hold still for a moment, or mayhem in this strange company's building should he be left to his own devices. Unlike the Jedi he was fighting alongside across the planet, property damage wasn't a big concern of his in the long run. He was going to be more than glad to break something, especially if that something was a Sith's.

Eventually he saw it, in the distance... the Compound sending out an SOS. He was still a fair distance away, just barely able to see it, but that meant he was now close enough to be intercepted if he wasn't careful. He kept his presence on the down-low as much as he could on approach, drawing his pistol at the ready as he came every bit closer, only now even starting to look around for threats.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand
The Red Witch; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: The Village, Anzat
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | 2x red blade lightsaber shoto | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Shield talisman | G1 OmniLink | BCR-X10 Sniper Rifle | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Ground forces: 2/2 Smoke demons
Tags: Mathieu Brion | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

Background music:
Sabaton – Rise of Evil​

AMCO 's voice was pleasantly reassuring to her. Her head hurt a little and she was dizzy, but other than that she was able to stay on her feet. She didn't have at least double vision. She grasped a little slower than usual what her lover was saying to her. Had not yet fully recovered from the loss of consciousness.

~ I… ~ her “voice” is stuck here. ~ Antsy vampires?! What planet are we on and why did we come here? I don’t remember... I remember we’re on a ship together… then a cut and I’m lying on the ground, among the burning wreckage. I think I got a concussion. But I have no other problem. Take care of yourself! See you soon... ~

Her thoughts and “voice” were quite uncertain, it is not often that way. And she soon arrived at the village where she was “greeted” by the two Jedi. Her headache was worse and stronger than she thought. The Overlord had to take off her helmet and the next moment she vomited herself and fell to her knees. There was a strong pain in her temple and the world turned around with it, causing her to close her eyes for a second. Maybe she wasn't as good as she thought.

”Let's not start again! The fact that you should have struggled with me and my illusion does not mean that overcoming the illusion automatically means victory. It’s like you think there are two cannons next to each other, you destroy one, then the other won’t open fire on you…” she said in a cold and emotionless voice.

It didn't really matter, because Prazutis' explosion ended the fight. By the way, Ingrid was very much hit by the two demons with her, they had the Dark Side aura, Ingrid was completely neutral now, as usual. She didn't try to stand up because she was still dizzy, looking more at the Jedi woman.

”Jedi protection? Then, according to this, there are no Antsy vampires here. Could I start at the beginning with which planet is this and what are the Jedi and TSE looking for here?”

Her always confident voice was still a little uncertain, the cold, distant tone remained, but besides, something was wrong with her, it would probably be noticeable mainly to Brion, but maybe it could be felt in the Force as well. And the two demons did not attack, but they were positioned to protect Ingrid, that is, they stood between the Jedi and the woman.

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[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Lirri Vendar
Padawan​

Location: The compound, Anzat
Equipment: Gilenwave Jedi cloth | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Yellow blade lightsaber | G1 OmniLink
Tag(s): Pom Stych Tivé

Since the little girl still didn't have a master and no one was watching her, she jumped on one of the ships that came to this planet. Since she was a Jedi, no one really questioned what she was doing here. Herr master, when he was still alive, told her about the Anzati species, how special and unique they were. So after that, it couldn't have been so surprising if Lirri was curious and came here. See if she can learn something.

After arriving on the planet, she even caught an alarm from a nearby location. Maybe there were those who needed help, so the little girl decided she was going to go there. She successfully ran through the woods, at the end of which she stopped a little tired, gasping for air. One of the first things she sensed was the dark side auras. Because of this, she was very enthusiastic, she had never met in person a dark side Force User. She knew she had to defeat them, that was the goal, but she had to learn a lot.

That’s why she had questions for them to see if she could learn things from them that she could use against them later. Among the Jedi, this view was no longer exactly accepted, but the little girl was quite different from the others. As she took a few deep breaths, she began to rush toward the city, which she soon reached. She didn't know who and what could send the alarm yet, but she also wanted to find out, she only wanted to observe the Sith.

She stayed on the edge of town for now, not really knowing what was here, just following the aura she felt until the little girl saw a young-looking woman, Pom Stych Tivé , nearby.

”Wow, would you be the evil witch Aunt I felt?” she asked in her childishly innocent voice, without any fear.

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[Mathieu Brion]

Location: The village, Anzat
Equipment: Ashlas wristguard | Blaster pistol with a stun setting | Stun baton | Two Lightsabres | Brion Substance Regulator | Electromagnetic pulse emitter | Heavy Covert Armour
Allied tag: Sakadi Marathi Sinvala
Hostile tag: Ingrid L'lerim

Looking to the Master, Mathieu let out a chuckle "It's always that, isn't it? We're forced to step in. And then we have the part where we struck to retake Voss. I guess the word really ran out on that one." he paused for a few moments. There was a certain irony in Sakadi's main focus, seeing as she never really spoke - not with words like most others did, at any rate. "So, what do you do when the other party is weirded out by your telepathy?"

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Let's not do this again! Mathieu genuinely felt sympathy for her when she said those words. She genuinely seemed to be having a hard time, especially after just having thrown up. But then, she turned around and kept arguing, not to mention that she was the one to bring it up in the first place. Naturally, he disagreed with her and it truly took a Jedi's restraint for him to take the high road instead of pointing out the flaws in her reasoning. Maybe it was a boring approach to it, but if she really was sick, he saw no reason to continue bickering with her.

"Sure" he said, sending her a meek smile - referring to the first sentence she uttered rather than the following ones. "You know, Ingrid, I don't think we'll ever see eye to eye on this one. I guess you'll just have to live with being seen as a deceitful Sith, just as I'll have to live with being seen as a silly Jedi or something." he said, truly trying to draw the discourse away from their past grievances. Perhaps focusing on the present was a good idea - seeing as they might soon enter armed conflict again.

Speaking of the present - Sakadi seemed to have stayed awfully quiet. But then, she was always awfully quiet. Mathieu leaned in a little "You know M-" It was then that he noticed that she also seemed rather concentrated - chances were that she was communicating with Ingrid, and so he stood back up straight. And sure enough, the Regent soon responded. Mathieu let out a surprised "You don't know?" but would let Sakadi answer the questions, seeing as she seemed to be leading that conversation.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

T h e C o m p o u n d​

Engaging: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir​

In the Vicinity of: AMCO | Auteme | Darlyn Excron | Taeli Raaf​

Vampires, non-magickal beings, so inflicted they digress to the mentality of mere animals.

'Why would anyone wish to deal with the likes as these? Surely my Emperor only intends to instill them as a means to control the opposing populace to his Empire.'

It shouldn't take much to free up a vessel of whatever calamity has been imposed upon it, to send the interstellar travelers home. However if the issue is mechanical all her magick will be of little use. The Nightsister strode in front of an assembly of droids who are capable to make any necessary repairs.

The Nightsisters have their own secretive experiments, cold and collective, masterminded over centuries of study. The mere guess at what possibly these Anzati Force Vampires could wish to experiment upon turns her stomach. The Sorceress sneered while she shuddered. There is a fine line between brilliance and utter insanity, and the Nightsister imagined the Anzati to plot far beneath that line of cognition. It too, takes quite a bit to repulse the likes of the Nightsisters.

'Why would anybody of sound mind intentionally visit here?' She holds lesser desire to learn what is in their sustenance Soup that sets them off into a complete melt down of a ravenous frenzy. Her own preference is to eradicate every last one of such beasts. Such hidden intentions might make her Emperor seem gracious in his own dealings here, for she has no awareness of his.

The Nightsister made her way towards the vessel, and the highest ranking officer approached to meet her. She bid him freedom to set the Empire's droids to run diagnostics and make repairs, and the officer ordered his subservients to organize them.

"We were given one job to do. We did it. And these revolting beings won't allow us to leave."

"The Sith will see to it that those responsible are dealt with," she stated.



The Nightsister heard a little one's voice trail up to her ears. 'Did this little thing just call me Evil Aunt?' She blinked in return. 'Why is a child roaming around here?'

"Is this your's?" she asked of the officer, who in turn curtly shook his head negative.

Her eyes narrowed, cast down upon the head of Eina L'lerim-Vandiir . She felt the child's Light emanating from her young being. "I imagine you are with the Jedi. Different doesn't equate evil, child. There are many who are just fashioned from a different cloth than yourself," she retorted. "Tell me, why would Jedi even permit their children to this place, if they are all so pure of heart and soul?" she asked the child, eager to get back to the task at hand.
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[Auteme]

AMCO ​

Every time it happened, there was a moment when it suddenly became clear what was going on; a flash of lightning through the pittering rain, the rain that fed the river that she floated along in.

As usual it'd been a haze up until this point. She'd floated from one spaceport to the next, then found her way through the mist-filled valley, gliding under the Silent Voices. The fog hid her long enough for her to begin her climb up the rocky spire. Halfway up it struck her what she was doing.

The Force, the flow had taken her many places that scared her. Now she was climbing up the side of a Sith compound on Anzat, one of the most dangerous places in the galaxy -- for outsiders, at least, something which she most definitely was. Her grip tightened on the handholds and her legs turned, barn-dooring on the footholds. She glanced down. She couldn't see the bottom.

No. The next step always had to be to find the flow again. She focused on her breath, cleared her mind once more and allowed it to carry her further. Her grip relaxed, her feet shifted back such that her toes clutched the footholds, and continued to climb. Like a mountain goat the young Knight bounded up the rocks.

It wasn't long before she arrived under a pathway. She paused, hidden just under the overhang that held the railing. It was a minute before she heard the voices; two. Guards. Talking about what the Anzat 'soup' actually tasted like. There was a little urge in Auteme's heart to hop up and debate with them, but she allowed the flow to keep her. She hung onto the wall until they passed, then vaulted up onto the walkway and followed it the other way.

Only a few steps took her into view of the door back into the compound. She threw up her hand; a blinding light flared from it. She didn't know why until she got a little closer and saw the security cameras. Made enough sense to her. She walked forward and opened the door with a wave of her hand. Another flash of light, and none were the wiser. Just as in the valley she glided through the facility with ease. The Force pulled her further, further, down the halls, take a right, hide from the guards, confuse the cameras, through the big door at the end-

It was late; the researchers had largely left their work alone for the rest of the night. The room was dark and empty, but within...

She walked over, touching the human-sized test tubes. She didn't have any time to process -- behind her, the door slid open, and the flow was broken again by a well-dressed young man.

"Um."