Junction Darkest Jungle - SO/EOTL Junction of Felucia and Manpha

[Tibera Jessen]

Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Dekaltis Zachariah Conway

Well she was definitely in deep chit now, a battle against the Sith was a little out of the scope of the mercenary's work. They usually had a rule against battling force sensitives, but recently they'd laxed that rule. Thankfully Tibera was only doing recon for the main force, observe and report. All was well until they saw a bloody TIE be plucked from the sky like a toy! Well that certainly deserved a report to the commander.

"This is Kilo-Six reporting in to Commander Totan! I just saw one of our TIE's get dropped like a rock," Tibera hollered into her wrist communicator, "You'd better have an extraction ready for me!"

"Calm yourself Tibera, these Sith are no match for us. Certainly a mercenary of your caliber knows that professionalism is key to a successful engagement! Now, get me an exact location on those Sith so that I may drop munitions on them, Totan out!"

Blast that infernal commander, him and his ego could both rot in Hell as far as they were concerned. The armor clad merc grunted before drawing their rifle, the only real companion on the battlefield currently. It was stated by a great general that the most deadly weapon was a soldier and their rifle, Tibera would like to introduce that general to a lightsaber. Tibera found that idea rather amusing, introducing a lightsaber to an ancient general. They even let out a chuckle. At least when the Sith inevitably killed them, they'd have a smile on their face.

Speaking of the Sith, Tibera was starting to hear chatter along the tree line ahead of them. It sounded like a young girl, she was speaking loud enough to beat the band. If these guys were trying to hide they were doing a decidedly bad job. As Tibera caught up with the party they looked over the gathered dark siders. Two men and the yapping young redhead, aside from the oldest looking man none of them fit what Tibera expected from Sith. They weren't all wearing black an terrifying mask, and they didn't have abominable features either. In fact one of them was quite cute.

"Blast me to bits... The little one is the one that ripped up a TIE? Guess I know who not to pick a fight with..."

 

[Laertia Io]

Arrived in: Leviathan of Damnation (Currently Cloaked.)

Fleet:

Advanced Battle Cruiser A-Type (1)

Basic Battle Cruiser (2)

Cruiser 1:

House Io Heavy Bomber (7 Squadrons)

Belbullab-22 Heavy Starfighter (5 Squadrons)

TIE/Ret (5 Squadrons)

Cruiser 2:

Nuetralizer TIE Bomber Model 1 (7 Squadrons)

Nuetralizer TIE Model 1 (5 Squadrons)

House Io A-Wing (5 Squadrons)

House Io Star Destroyer (4)

All Destroyers:

Nuetralizer TIE Model 1

Oyokai Class Cruiser (5)

All Cruisers:

Nuetralizer TIE Bomber Model 1

Ground Forces:

House Stormtroopers (1400)

Equipment:

Spoiler

Armor:

House Io Stormtrooper Armor

Primary Weapons:

House Io Stormtrooper Blaster Rifle (400)

Civil Defense Laser Disruptor (200)

House Io Sniping Launcher (100)

House Io Stormtrooper Subrepeater (300)

Assault Radiation Repeating Blaster (200)

House Ion Stormtrooper Sniping Blaster (200)

Side Arms:

Dashade Sonic Disruptor (All)

Citizen Energy Sword Type 2 (All)

Ordinance:

Type 007 Thermal Detonator (All)

HX2 Anti-Personnel Mine (All)

House Io Mercenary (2000)

Equipment:

Spoiler

Primary Weapons:

A280-CFE (1000 In Assault Rifle Configuration, 500 in Sniper Configuration)

Vibro Double Blade (500)

Side Arms:

DC-15s Pistol

Ordinance:

Ion Grenades (3, All)

Support Nuetralizer Model 1 (700)

Equipment:

Spoiler

Automatic Civil Defense Laser Disruptor (All)

Sidearms

Citizen Energy Sword Type 2 (All)

Ordinance:

Type 007 Swell Detonator (All)

Nuetralizer Model 2 (500)

Nuetralizer Model 3 (4000)

Equipment:

Spoiler

Primary Weapon:

DC-15N (All)

Side Arms

Citizen Energy Sword Type 2 (All)

Sonic Blaster Pistol (All)

Ordinance:

Sonic Grenades (All)

Nuetralizer Model 1 (500)

Equipment

Spoiler

Primary Weapon:

T-7 Ion Disruptor (All)

Side Arms:

Disruptor Pistol

Citizen Energy Sword Type 2 (All)

Ordinance:

Detonation Pack

Vehicles:

TX-130T Fighter Tank (20)

Falchion Class Tank (10)


Felucia beckoned to House Io as the biggest battle they had had in a long time.

This time it was under the banner of another Empire.

The Parliament was out for revenge.

While her fleet warped out of hyperspace she had come here at her own pace while cloaked and was just arriving. She had timed it perfectly. Everyone knew the strategic importance of Felucia. Everyone knew it would mean a dagger to either their throat or the other.

It may have been business for the EOTL, but for House Io, it was always personal. It would always be personal.

The Fleet, carefully selected along with it's crews, waded into the thick of Battle. House Star Destroyers unleashing their Pulse Cannons in support of the fleet of Velran Kilran .

The Parliament herself, watched the view of glorious destruction from the bridge of her Warship, The Leviathan of Damnation. Tython Class. One of the only ones of its kind. Customizable.

She had ordered her ground Forces to Felucia Days ago in anticipation of the invasion. Those days had been spent laying defenses and traps for the inevitable drop ship invasion.

Right now her citizens and children fought savagely to bring pain and death to the forces of Darth Carnifex . She would have her son's collect the scalps of his so called Sith Warriors and...and do something with them. Something creative. She would think of it soon.

But right now was not the time for her Battle Cruiser to unveil itself. It was still getting into position over the Planet.

Once it was done, she had a surprise for his ground forces.

Something suitably sadistic.

Her Heavy Bombers and and Nuetralizer TIE Bombers began gunning down other starfighters with their heavy weapons and the standard Nuetralizer TIE's and A-wings went after the enemies own interceptors. Her Star Destroyers Pulse Cannons and energy Torpedoes and rail gun fire lanced into the enemy fleet as they formed around Kilran's ship, already taking a heavy pounding, but firing back ferociously. Say what you would about the House. They never stabbed their benefactors in the back.

The Parliament felt the exhilaration of fleet combat. It was so much different from when she was human, when there was only the fear of failing, and the utter hate for the Bryn'adul, which haunted whatever was left of her that was still human like a bad dream.

Now...now she felt it, finally, truly felt the glory of leading her citizens into battle. Only in battle could one's merits be fully assessed.

And The Parliament intended to do a lot of assessment with the business end of her deadly weapons...

Darth Malum of House Marr

Zachariah Conway

Revna


Tags: OPEN ( For Space AND Ground Combat)

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto stood at the bridge of his command ship, watching the holo display pull up ship after ship as they entered the system. It seemed as if they had arrived earlier than their allies when he noticed the sith fleet lead by Darth Carnifex begin to launch fighters and landing craft he frowned softly. With his current deployment he didn't have the fire power to intercept on his own without suffering major losses. He had brought his fleet to go head to head with other capital ships

though once the imperial fleet began to show it's self Laphisto broadcast a signal to the lead fleet, ordering his ships to pull up nearby for support. Keeping a 2km distance between the star destroyers and holding position 5 km away from Velran Kilran and his fleet. With the notice of a small attack force lead by Jester Laertia Io and Katherin DuPorcelen he made aure ti sejd both imperial fleets a friendly IFF tag. He was feeling a bit more confident in his prowess. With another large fleet of capitals nearby he could most definitely afford to send his smaller ships to attack. That is if his allies would be able to provide ample support for his flag ship.

Sending an attack order out the Five Destroyers and five shield popper destroyers along with the fifteen corvettes pushed forwards with a single Air'mar heavy cruiser moving to intercept the sith fleet. The interceptors and bombers remaining in a ample position intermingled between the larger ships to chase off bombers should they get to close

When communication was established with veleran he began to relay any amd all information he had "welcome to the fight sir, im having my bridge officer relay the enemy fleet locations to you now, the sith forces also have several landing craft heading for tye planet below. Iv sent my ships forwards to distract their supporting fleet."

Meanwhile he had another communications officer get a hold of the Imperial ground forces that air support in the form of the Pegasus D6-AV fighter craft wouod be available to them Amiggie Lutih

 

[Bella]

Location: Felucia High Orbit - Felucia System
Objective: Crimson Skies - Intercept Sith Landing Forces
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <“Imperial Basic”>
Call Sign: Miracle
Allies: EotL ( Velran Kilran Jester Laphisto Katherin DuPorcelen Laertia Io )
Enemies: SO ( Darth Carnifex )

Bella had never been to Felucia. However, from what she had heard of it, she was glad to be a pilot with her domain in the skies and the void, rather than operating within the dense, fungal muck that was the jungle planet’s surface. Likewise, this was one of those worlds where getting shot down would almost be a death sentence, especially if it happened over one of Felucia’s many untamed regions. In that event, Bella hoped that her disruptor pistol and the survival kits in the ejector seat of her TIE might see to her escape. Nevertheless, she was loath to go up against the likes of a hungry acklay or rancor under any circumstance.

And so, as the Miracle One hurled through hyperspace, Bella took a short, calming breath, pushing any thoughts of getting shot down out of her mind in the process. A few moments later, Felucia manifested before her eyes as the bluish streaks of the simu-tunnel fell away, at which point the Baroness slammed her foot down on the throttle and accelerated her interceptor to attack velocity.

“Miracle element, validate status.” Bella called out to her pilots over their shared comm channel.

“Miracle Two, reporting clear.” Ensign Reina reported.

“Miracle Three, all systems green!” Junior Lieutenant Naria answered.

“Miracle One copies.” Bella said. “All signs form up on me—attack pattern Aurek-3.” She directed. “You all know the assignment. We’re intercepting Sith landing forces to prevent as many of them from reaching their landing sites as we can. Then, we’ll be tasked with establishing a no-fly zone over a marked sector. Command will let us know where that is as the battlespace stabilizes. Do I have good copies?”

“Miracle Two confirms.”

“Miracle Three is fangs out.”

“All signs commit power to combat systems. Let’s make the Sith rot on Felucia.” Bella hissed. On cue, the Baroness drove her TIE into the assembled Sith armada and activated its cloaking device while vectoring directly towards the troop transports. She struck only a few moments later, at which point she dropped out of stealth and unloaded a partial alpha strike aimed to strike the side of a transport. With it came a quartet of searing magenta beams that drilled into her target's hull, before promptly detonating the craft and vaporizing its hapless occupants in an effective instant. Immediately, Bella faded back into invisibility, before reemerging at a different vector only a few moments later. On cue, a blistering hail of autocannon fire tore into another transport, perforating its hull as shrapnel was thrown around the inside of the craft, mangling the soldiers and crew inside, before sucking what was left of their bodies into the void.

“Splash two.” Bella said under her breath. However, the ace had no intention of stopping. She vectored her TIE from one transport to the next, lancing each respective craft from the void in a sequence of zigzagging trajectories, with each vertex marking a point where another transport was destroyed. By the time the Sith transport formation reached Felucia’s orbit, the Baroness had struck down eight more, quickly sowing a violent trail of destruction in her wake.

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: Miracle One

• Hull: 100%
• FAE/S-05 ECM Array: Inactive
• FAE/S-02 Semi-Active Stealth System: Active
• Ósýnilegt-class Personal Cloaking Device: Inactive
• FAE/S-03 “Phase Masque” Distortion Matrix: Inactive

Loadout:

• Armament
  
  • Cannon Hardpoint - Chin (4)
    
    • AC-07 Verpine Shatter Autocannon
    • AC-07 Verpine Shatter Autocannon
    • AC-07 Verpine Shatter Autocannon
    • AC-07 Verpine Shatter Autocannon
  • Cannon Hardpoint - Wingtip (4)
    
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Alicia Drey]

"The dark side will devour those who lack the power to control it. It's a fierce storm of emotion that annihilates anything in its path. It lays waste to the weak and unworthy.
"But those who are strong can ride the storm winds to unfathomable heights. They can unlock their true potential; they can sever the chains that bind them; they can dominate the world around them. Only those with the power to control the dark side can ever truly be free."
-- Darth Bane.

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Tags: Tibera Jessen Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Dekaltis Zachariah Conway Lutin Corveni

Betrayal is the way of the dark side, and through destruction I breed creation.

Tensions had been building up on Felucia for quite sometime. Unbeknownst to her superiors (and hopefully the Tsis'Kaar) Alicia had been using her position as Staff Director of the New Imperial Security Bureau to stoke those tensions until, at last, battle had broken out across the planet between the Sith and the Imperial forces whom served the Empire of the Lost. A minor skirmish here, a cross-over into Sith territory there, and of course, deliberate ignorance to any communiques or transmissions sent from one side to the other. All orchestrated by the assets that the NISB had on the surface. Men, women, technology: all coerced, bribed, blackmailed, operated or convinced into following orders that seemingly came from the top, and of course they had done.

It hadn't been hard. The Sith were an egotistical people to the point of psychopathy, and that tended to go down into the ranks of those who were not even Force-strong. Alicia couldn't take full credit for the on-going battle now. It seemed that had been an inevitable thing considering Emperor Velran Kilran 's foreign policies regarding the Sith Order. But no doubt, somewhere in the nether, her predecessor Kaybees would be rolling in his grave if he knew who had taken his place in the upper echelons' of the Empire's government.

Through contacts Alicia had in the black market- a place where she and the Tsis'Kaar operated in common- she had made approaches to Darth Malum of House Marr for an amiable meeting as the battle waged on. In the cover of the fighting it had, actually, been a perfect ploy. Both sides would be distracted by the battle itself while the two heads of their respective intelligence apparatus' met in secrecy in the rain forests below. Unbeknownst to Director Drey, in a rather fitting twist of irony, she had been followed without being aware of it. As Plagueis had once said even the most powerful Sith inhabited an ethereal realm, where the unexpected and unforeseen still occurred, and so what Lutin Corveni was set to discover on this fateful night was anyone's guess.

The NISB had made arrangements for the meeting. It was to be located some kilometres away from where the battle was being waged, and security forces had set up a net in the surrounding forests to ward off any aggressor- whether they be Sith, Imperial or the native wildlife, where predators stalked. Alicia had given the men that she had assigned to her orders to shoot anything that crossed into the net they had erected around the area. Sniper teams, patrols and technology designed to find intruders surrounded the area where Alicia and Malum were set to meet.

They, of course, knew who not to shoot. The Tsis'Kaar and their leader were set to cross the lines drawn towards where Alicia was waiting. When Malum and his company entered the vicinity they discovered a small clearing surrounded by thick jungle brush. It was near perfect as it provided substantial cover not only for them but the NISB that surrounded it. Alicia herself was wearing the intimidating white collared tunic of the Bureau and all the associated placards which indicated her rank. She was sitting on the ledge of an old astromech unit, which was set to record the meeting. Alicia was smoking a cigarette as they entered the meeting.

"Darth Malum of House Marr! You actually came. This is good. The two of us have a lot to discuss."

Behind Alicia once of her aides approached and whispered something in her ear. When they went back to stand just behind her Alicia raised her commlink to her mouth to contact Nimian Totan : "Totan. This is Staff Director Drey. Please divert all traffic and forces away from the immediate area where this transmission is coming from. Triangulate my position and follow my orders. I am requesting radio silence now."

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

House Mecetti Exile Fleet
'Hammer' CLass Blastboat Formation (80 units)
Arriving in System
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Twenty Squadrons of Blastboats dropped out of Hyperspace, and Maldor felt naked.

Recent engagements had been hard on Maldor's Exile Fleet. Recently, he'd lost two Assault Carriers. The Obscurer, the Darkfall, and their corvette escorts were battle-worn and in need of maintenance after several consecutive battles without respite.

Although Maldor had just been made a Moff and was assigned territory, none of the Empire's resources had yet come into his hands. There had been no backup Star Destroyers delivered to his new doorstep, and no credits transferred with which to purchase them directly from the Empire's suppliers. Even in an Empire driven by the Emperor's solitary will, red tape was a barrier to be overcome... and that took time.

As a consequence, Maldor had been forced to dip into his personal bank account and purchase what he could get inexpensively and quickly from the market. That is, if 'inexpensively' could be measured in the sum of twenty-four-million credits. He'd selected something hard-hitting enough to damage capital ships, and durable enough not to explode the first time someone managed to hit it. Fortunately, the House Mecetti Nationalized Industries had something that would fit the bill, was available in large numbers, and wouldn't need to be smuggled because it was an Open Market item: The Hammer Blastboat.

The Hammer was an impressive war machine. It had three heavy laser cannons, two light laser turrets, two torpedo launchers, and a remarkable rear-facing turbolaser turret. Alone, it was a powerhouse. As part of a formation, it could be utterly devastating.

Unfortunately, as nifty as that might be, it was a far cry from riding a titanic Star Destroyer into battle. Although these ships were veritable flying tanks, he felt naked. Squadron combat was not his usual methodology. That was for the likes of Baron Bella. He had become accustomed to directing battle from a command ship.

As his pilot and co-pilot worked the controls of the lead Blastboat, Maldor touched the communications control on his Commander's Seat. Behind him, he could hear the on-board troops hush down so as not to interfere with his transmission. The Emperor was in the field today, and Maldor planned to use care not to incite the man's ire.

"This is Lord Moff Mecetti, Actual of Hammer One, leading the Hammer Blastboat formation.

Our salute to the Emperor.

My Lord, we are ready to engage the enemy according to your orders, or we can alternatively proceed at will using our own discretion. Please advise your preference.

Your will be done."

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Darth Malum of House Marr Velran Kilran Katherin DuPorcelen Laphisto Jester Darth Carnifex Laertia Io Bella

 

[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Felucia
Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr | Darth Dekaltis | Tibera Jessen
Equipment: Lightsaber
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Lord Malum cut through the overgrowth like it was nothing.

Behind him, Zachariah followed. They'd been joined by a third party, a female who was much shorter with dramatically dyed hair, red and white staining each strand. Zachariah assumed that the girl was the true apprentice of the Sith Knight, the one whom Malum was training when he wasn't carrying out duties tutoring Zachariah in the ways of The Force.

"Is Felucia everything you thought it was, do you feel the Force in the air?" the young boy heard his tutor ask. Malum acted like they weren't currently walking into a warzone with soldiers and mechanised walkers behind them, instead opting to act like they were on a regular hike and he was just carrying out a normal lesson with the duo.

"The Force is strong here" the young Sith Acolyte began. "Yet there's something more to it. There's a darkness in the air" he continued, eyes floating around. For as much as he struggled with applying the Force and manifesting it's powers, he'd always been relatively okay at sensing through it. He assumed that the darkness he sensed was a result of the hordes of Sith currently descending on the planet.

"I think that darkness might be us"

In the distance, an Acklay made a noise. Zachariah flicked his eyes in the direction of the beast and happened to catch sight of it heading in the same direction as they were, towards the battlefield. The young boy had done some pre-reading on the world of Felucia whilst en-route and he was well aware that Acklay's were a native species to the planet.

Something went bang, and Zachariah spun on his heels just to see the smoking wreck of what used to be a tie-fighter. He shook his head in disappointment, thinking back to the conversation he had engaged in with Darth Strosius on Geonosis. It appeared that most Sith were barbaric in some way, and Malum's apprentice was just an example of that.

"I must say, was that truly necessary?" he said quietly to himself, shaking his head. He'd already made the decision that when he managed to grasp the fundimentals of the force, he wouldn't misuse the power in such a way. Taking down that tie-fighter achieved very little except making Malum's apprentice feel good and giving her something to play with. Zachariah couldn't tell if she was a grown adult or a child.

Though he was sure he'd seen someone or something in his peripheral vision, and he was sure he could hear something behind them he didn't mention it. They had a place to be and he didn't want his paranoia to make them late. He did however keep his eyes darting around, and he made an attempt at reaching out in the force just to be safe.

If it wasn't paranoia, hopefully it wouldn't get the drop on the group.

 

[Diodoros]

Location: Felucia, Sith Landing Zone
Objective: Heart of Felucia (Fighting Imperials)
Tags: Kebii'kara Solus

Diodoros was on the prowl. Ambushing and fighting any and all imperial soldiers he could get his hands on. Rushing through the foliage like one of the many beasts of felucia. He heard someone had approached from behind him. His body perked up some to see what looked to be a mandalorian behind him. Were they imperial as well, it seemed likely.
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As he turned his body to face her The Lasat mando could see, clutched in his strong hand the helmet of stormtrooper. Likely meant to be a souvenir for his time here. Although Diodoros was not sensitive in The Force at all, there seemed to be some energy emanating from him. Specifically a ring that he wore, and another signature from a necklace he wore under his clothes. Before he could say anything however, the mandalorian said something… upsetting.

She said HIS name. Not Dio as he was most often called. Not just his first name, but his full name. The golden man gritted his teeth harshly, flashing one of his prominent canines. A second later his vibrant gold skin became a shiny platinum as rage quickly swelled within him. It was always upsetting for Firerreo to be addressed by the name. But to hear some imperial dog address him in such a manner…

Diodoros quickly tightens his grip on the stormtrooper helmet in his hand. The sudden increase of pressure chased the plastoid piece of armor to instantly shatter in his hand. “KӨƬΣЯӨ…” He hissed a native slur at the mandalorian. A word with no direct translation. Clenching his fists he rushed the lasat without any hesitation. It didn’t even matter now if she was and Imperial or not, she crossed a line with him as he pulled one of his fists back ready to punch her. She could be arrogant and tank the hit, her beskar would be fine. But the flesh and blood individual under it, not so much.​

 

[Zoltidas]

Objective: Heart of Felucia
Location: Empire of the Lost landing zone
Equipment:See Bio
Commanding: 20 "Django" Quad Walkers full troop capacity
Tags: OPEN

Zoltidas stomped his feet impatiently as he watched his walkers disengage from the drop ships and prepared to move out into the jungles. The intelligence files stated that there was a Nysillin farm a few clicks to the East of here. The Chironian Crusader Captain always hated this part of things. In theory these twenty walkers were overkill to overtake a farm. Zoltidas always assumed the worst. There were Sith and according to his own research tremendous local threats in the jungles. The walkers trampling a few Nysillin plants was a small price to pay to ensure that the farms were secure and the herb could be used for the Empire of the Lost.

One of the squad leaders approached the Captain. Zoltidas knew that he couldn’t do the will of the Emperor on his own, that the expansion of Imperial authority was something that had to be secured by more than the Force strong individuals. On the plus side of things he was given clones to man his walkers instead of the pitiful Volunteer Army. The clones were well trained, and didn’t disobey orders. Best of all perhaps, Zoltidas didn’t have to worry about some sobbing family member trying to hunt him down for leading their poor son or daughter into danger that they didn’t come back from. These clones were valuable tools, but when one of these tools was broken it could be easily discarded and replaced.

”Captain, the walkers will be ready to move out in ten minutes,” the squad leader updated Zoltidas. The Captain snort and shook his head violently in annoyance at the wait. Ultimately Zoltidas calmed enough to avoid lashing out at the clone. They were built as they were, it was not their fault they could not live up to Zoltidas’ demands.

”Very well Sergeant. Have the walkers that are ready begin the trek. Groups of five walkers in a box,” the Chironian’s helmeted head bent down to look at the clone. The transparisteel of Zoltidas’ visor appeared to glow and rusty orange color and he gave another snort. ”Surely five walkers are ready to move out…I swear I should speak to the Emperor about cloning myself. With 20 duplicates on me I would have already taken the farms.” The clone sergeant nodded and saluted before rushing off to put his commander’s orders into motion.

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

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CURRENT QUEST - FIRE IN THE FOREST
Immediate Goals -
1: Investigate the Sith Landing Zone
1.1: Neutralize all Sith Invaders

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto , Lilaste Order & Imperial

FOE(s) - Diodoros & Sith Invaders

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Diodoros || OPEN

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The mood turned and the Lasat paled as she realized how quickly the Firrerreo would dip into unfettered rage. She took a step back, not realizing how grave of a faux pas she had committed - though she would console herself that she hadn't expected someone of the Golden Dio's renown to be in Felucia.

It didn't change the fact that the stormtrooper's helmet would be crushed beneath the formerly golden, now platinum and pissed, to lurch before her - and she had to act quickly. What little she knew of the famed Champion of Hutta, was that he was in a blind bantha charge, and so it took only a deft twirl of her Fire-Staff to crack against the temple of the man - and while concussed, utilize the weapon as a primitive means of choking him out.

"Hold, Dio the Golden!" she beseeched, feeling him already squirm beneath her and the metal staff pressing down on his throat. "You and your crew may yet pass unharmed!"

 

[Isabelle Zythor]

Location: In space near Felucia
Current Action: Responding to Imperial reinforcement request
Tags: N/A
Ship: Bulwark Mark II Star Destroyer - Gauntlet

Spoiler

Shields: [||||||||||] 100%
Armour: [||||||||||] 100%
Structure: [||||||||||] 100%

Squadron 1
TIE/LN Fighter
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Squadron 2
TIE/LN Fighter
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Squadron 3
TIE/LN Fighter
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Squadron 4
Eradicator Bomber
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Captain Zythor stepped on the bridge of her Bulwark II Star Destroyer, Gauntlet, as the mottled blue and black of hyperspace flowed past the viewport. She was pleased that none of them hopped up and shouted for "attention on deck" as an officer of her rank entered, protocol was fine when the ship was under normal operations, but when preparing to drop out of hyperspace into what very well could be an active battle there was no time for such ceremony. Fortunately, as Isabelle took her place on the bridge and the Gauntlet dropped out of hyperspace just out of reach of the planet she saw that both sides had yet to engage properly since the initial skirmish.

She stepped over to her communications specialist and ordered. "Lieutenant, start the handshake and connect us with the fleet tac-net, the battle hasn't started quite yet, let them know we're available for tasking."

Once her comms officer had their work underway she then turned to her fighter coordinator and passed along her orders for him. "Prepare all squadrons for action and then launch squadrons one and two as a screen.

 

[Ylvaris of House Marr]

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Currently: Observing the action, prowling
Equipment: In Bio
Tags: Open

He watched as locals ran on and tripped and stumbled, at his back were the advancing forces of the Sith war machine, slowly but surely catching up. Not too far off from his comrades, Ylvaris hid himself among the trees as a part of the Tsis'Kaar contingent, scraping together information and giving themselves an upper hand. A brief chill ran along the assassin's spine, feeling a very minor vibration in the ground. A faint chuckle escaped him as he placed a hand to the side of his helmet.

Already the games had begun.

He could hear screams of locals, panic setting in as native fauna scrambled for safety every which way. Ylvaris didn't necessarily hold ill will towards the Imperials that he'd undoubtedly come across very soon; however, he did view them as a bit lesser. Like helpless, writhing things resembling something humanoid. Pathetic.

For as many times as they've tried throughout history, for as many lives as any side had lost, one thing is certain. They will fall again, and the Sith will always be there to watch from the shadows for their next mistake. For all their fury and animosity, their drive and persistence to remain existing, there was sometimes a sad ending to some stories.

It was almost a merciful, helpful thing that Ylvaris would be doing.

Allowing them victory in but only dreams, and the eternal sleep he'd be sentencing them to.

For those that proved more worthy of a prize, and more stout a challenge, they would be preserved and used for a purpose most special. Something Ylvaris adored doing more than seeing his beloved banner stand tall among the chaff - to grow and blossom into a spectacle that only most can hope to achieve or touch.

He did not expect the Imperials to understand perfection, but he'd be willing to educate them on their errors. To liberate their bodies and minds of wishful thinking.

They would soon learn.

 

[Scoria Harik]

Objective: Heart of Felucia - Poison Farm Acquisition
Location: Inquisition Shuttle, Atmosphere of Felucia
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bag of “dolls”
Tag: Navu Myther | Quintessa | Maestus

As the shuttle approached the landing zone, Scoria was getting her things together. Hiding her lightsaber in her skirt, though leaving it easily accessible, packing a small bag with a couple of her special Force imbued dolls. Her eyes moved from her own things to her apprentice. This would be their first mission of dire consequence with multiple Imperial and opposition assets on the field. The young man, who wasn’t actually much younger than her, had proved to have some talent in their previous mission, and had shown well in their training, but this was a new animal. The amount of trust to place in Navu would not be decided lightly.

It was a curious, but not unforeseen mission that they were on. The Army of the Lost was sent onto the planet to subdue the locals, quell any Sith opposition to Imperial rule of Felucia and to seek out the farmers of a notable healing plant that could be put to good use in the name of the Empire. The Inquisitorius was focused on something a little more shady, perhaps diabolic. For every plant that healed there was another that could cause tremendous harm. On Felucia both were harvested. The Grand Inquisitor had learned of a decently sized poison farm in the area surrounding Niango. Scoria and Navu are heading in with the expectation that the farm be taken over and used by the Inquisitors in future missions or, if the Emperor required, to unleash on a large scale to defeat his enemies.

The shuttle started a horizontal descent a few clicks away from their target. Though traveling through the jungles of the planet was perilous, the Empire didn’t know to what extent the Sith had soiled the planet, and where their influence was focused. Landing directly on top of the farm seemed an unwise choice, so they would walk. ”Are you prepared Navu? It is time we see what you are made of with a true battlefield going on around us. Remember we’re not here to make war. We’re not soldiers. We’re Inquisitors. If we must fight we will, but this is about acquiring an asset, not fighting the Sith. Do you understand?”

Whether Navu understood or not he would follow her orders or he would not return from Felucia. It sounded harsh, but Scoria didn’t have time for a gung ho apprentice. If that was what Navu wished to do he should run off and find a Crusader to learn how to be a soldier from. Once the shuttle landed and Navu was ready, they disembarked and started on their way to the target. It would be a bit of a walk, but Scoria used the Force to diminish the possibility that they were noticed and before too long the farm was in sight.

At the same time they would hear an animalistic shriek. Scoria quickly moved to see Quintessa finishing off the Felucian ripper. Scoria gave a pleasant hum as she watched the small Asa’nyx move from her kill towards their target. ”What a darling little doll,” Scoria chortled in the most pleasant tone that Navu would have heard come from the witch. ”Looks like there might be a fight involved after all though. Are you ready?”

 

[Navu Myther]

Working with Master Scoria was interesting to say the least. She was vain, self-centered, and expected Navu to cater to her every whim. He wondered why the higher ups wanted to pair him up with a Master considering he had plenty of experience and was ready to be a fully-fledged Inquistoris. She was very strong in the Force though and Scoria had a unique way of fighting using voodoo dolls as a means to channel her Force energies through. "Was Master Scoria a shaman?" Navu thought. "Who knows? But one thing for certain is that with the way she dresses, she sticks out like a Wookie in a Podracer."

Navu never understood why Scoria insisted in showing so much cleavage but whatever, it's her life and she can do what she wants. She better not cry when a Lightsaber stabs her on the chest, or her dress gets snagged by a branch. "Sure," Navu responded when Scoria questioned if he was ready for a battle. "Already fought in plenty of battles during the Great Hyperspace War so this is nothing new for me."

He didn't fight any Sith or Jedi though but Scoria didn't need to know that. He walked along side Scoria until he sensed a small disturbance in the Force. Taking out his Lightsaber from his hilt, Navu ran towards the source of the disturbance until he saw Quintessa taking out one of the native creatures of Felucia. "So how are we gonna plan it?" Navu whispered to Scoria. "I'll charge in and you flank?"

Maestus

 

[Myri Dara]

Objective: Objective: Heart of Felucia
Location: Jungles of Felucia
Equipment:

• Agent Medium Armor
• HUD goggles
• Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip
• FAE/P-02 "Phoenix" Winged Jetpack
• KC-77N Hybrid Pistols x2
• Knuckle plate vibro blade

Tag: Von-Kri | Amiggie Lutih
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

Myri couldn’t understand how she was continuously partnered with Ami. There was nothing particularly wrong with her, in fact Myri considered Ami among her very few friends. Still, Ami was a stormtrooper and Myri was an agent. Despite their friendship their values didn’t seem to line up. However, since Myri’s covert training was going a bit slow, she was more assigned to infiltration and sabotage, stormtroopers could be valuable in those tasks, so Myri didn’t voice any objections to being lumped with Ami for a mission to Felucia.

The fact that the assignment seemed to annoy Ami, was actually mirthful to the young agent. Not much made Myri smile, but for some reason Ami in a huff did the trick. That mirth was well timed as Myri had a newly handed out set of armor that she felt looked ridiculous. It was her favorite color, but she was quite sure that would make her stick out like a sore thumb. Thankfully as she saw the environment of Felucia it seemed that she might actually blend in with the vibrant colors. Once on the ground Myri took the lead, another annoyance to Ami, and an amusement to Myri. They were headed towards an area rumored to be a biological research area for the Sith. The Empire of the Lost needed to retain as much of the natural resources as they could from the Sith before excising them from the planet.

”I don’t need a bodyguard. You were assigned to this mission because of our successes together on Dac and Iego both instances I did grunt work at your side. The least you can do is swallow your pride and sneak around a bit with me…besides I’m sure we’ll find some Sith at some point…”

Myri wasn’t actually sure, but “Sith Research” to her meant mixing real science with that Forcy stuff. And with the reputation of this place it was a nice spot to try some of the chit. ”We’re almost there,” Myri admitted with a shrug, not really wanting to end Ami’s torment, but there wasn’t much she could do to keep it going. ”There is a Sith research area just up ahead. NISB needs us to figure out what they are doing and stop it. Either taking the research for our uses, or destroying it to keep the Sith from benefitting… Happy now? Can we finish the walk up quietly so we don’t get surprised by the enemy?”

 

[Raxus Thul]

Objective: Heart of Felucia: Secure the Locals
Equipment: Sith sword, Sith dagger, Robes
Tags: Darth Strosius / Krinear Malseren / Revna / Commodore Helix / OPEN

Raxus had heard of Felucia, but had never had the pleasure of visiting. The damp air blew across his skin as he stepped off the ship, and sweat started to drip from his brow. "Damned humidity. Who in their right fething mind would live in this hellscape." He muttered to himself, as he had grown accustomed to the cool, dry air on the ship. He looked around at the plants growing around the landing zone, watching as they fell to blade and flame alike. He chuckled to himself as he watched the plants fall, thinking about how he could prepare for the mission ahead.

Raxus helped the men clear the landing zone, where he excitedly cut down the treacherous flora. He hacked away at the plants for a long while as he waited for the rest of the men to get the landing zone situated to his master's liking. Once he had finished cutting away at plants he felt ready for the task laid before him, and anything that would try to stop him. He decided it best to spend the rest of the time he had sharpening his sword and dagger, to prepare for someone, or something, who would meet his blades.

He received his orders from Darth Strosius already, he was to find a settlement that had Sith-Imperial descendants as well as equipment from that era. He was to bring them back, by any means necessary. If he happened upon anyone who had hopes of stopping him from his mission, he would dispose of them. Raxus grinned at the thought of cutting down any opposition in the name of the Sith, he almost hoped someone would try and stop him.

Planning out his mission, Raxus readied himself for any foe that would approach him in the wilds of this planet. He considered stealth, but that was far from his best attribute. Instead, he managed to purchase a handheld flamethrower specifically for enemies that proved flammable, the thick flora burned with ease as well. As the flame burned down all in Raxus' path, his burning desire for success grew by the minute. Nothing would stop this mission, this would be a critical stepping stone for his master's plans, Raxus told himself he would not fail.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Sometimes he wondered if he had not failed his older apprentice in some way. The thought struck him, as he watched the remnants of the Imperial Tie Fighter strike the earth, and then explode in a great bout of flame, no doubt destroying the natural environs around it, and promising a swift, if agonising death for the pilot who never had a chance.

She was powerful, there was no doubt about that. She was strong, there was no doubt about that. She was capable, there was no doubt that.

He could hone, each and every one of those things, and yet...

His eyes flickered to the memory of the files he had read of her condition... all that had been done to her...

It was enough to make his blood boil.

Yet, it was also enough to make him question, if his mentorship, was honing what truly mattered. Her mind. Not in the sense of knowledge, he would provide her all the knowledge she could ask for, and would certainly fill her head with knowledge she would not ask for, but that he had deemed needed and necessary.

But her mind in another way, he knew she was indeed quite mad, something he was always concerned about, but what he had stomached in favour of believing he could simply guide her in the right path, but had he instead simply coddled her, accepted her eccentricity in favour of the belief that they were both quite mad? He knew, their situations were different, his madness was born of someone latching onto his brain... hers of true horrors and experimentation.

Could he fix her? He had little idea.

Yet did that not say enough, that he had not even enquired into it?

He let out a sigh, as she pointed her newfound weapon, something she used with the grace of a toy towards one of his Guard, the driver of the walker held surprising bravery and discipline to maintain their stoicism as a cannon was pointed towards him. Still, even if the helmeted man sat with remarkable outward calm, he was not going to let his apprentice torture the man.

His free hand was quick to lay gently upon her head, petting it as one would a particularly adorable puppy, though if Dekaltis was a puppy, she was the kind liable to bite his hand off while giving him... well ironically enough puppy dog eyes.

"What have I told you about pointing extremely destructive weapons at my men? They are not your playthings, despite what you think," He offered an indulgent smile, one that did not quite reach his eyes, as he tousled her hair, before withdrawing the hand.

They were soon to crest the hill, and beyond, would be the Imperials... who... sons of traitors that they were, he was willing to talk to, especially if it was his opposite over that hill. Who knew what would come of this, who knew if it was a trap? Well, he likely would be among the first, or the last to find out, such was the way with ambushes, unfortunately.

Still, his Tsis'Kaar reported in fairly frequently, a clearing, and around it snipers, patrols, and detectors, if it was an ambush, it would be a well-positioned one. Yet, for why he knew it was not an ambush, they had let him cross thus far, without any real sign to hide them, oh certainly it was not as if he was spotting snipers at every moment, but they made no special effort to hide themselves.

They were here, and they did not seem to much care that he knew that.

Perhaps not an ambush then, but a trap they would simply hope that he walk into, and then never leave.

Alas, no one would be that confident, especially when they knew, that he knew, where this meet was to be, it was not as if he had not taken precautions.

Still, as he was about to crest the hill, there were still more precautions to take.

His gaze turned to his younger apprentice, watching how careful he was being, noticing where he looked, noticing where his ears flicked, his peripherals spotting the Acklay nearby, yet far enough to remain out of the way. A most convenient distraction.

Constant vigilance would save him much more than a lighsabre ever would, "The Darkness surrounds us as much as the Light, the dogmatists out of Coruscant would call the Darkness a corruption, a cancer, of the Light, yet they exist in strict duality, one inherently inhuman, the other a manifestation of everything human." Both were simply the Force and how it so rankled him.

Yet he was not entirely wrong, the Darkness abounded them, the agony of the battle above them, the fear of the battle about to begin on this world, even the darkness that came out of them.

Even strangely... the darkness in front of them.

How odd.

The invisible inky tendrils of his Consume Essence shot out in front of him, searching for this new presence, all the while, he stifled a laugh at the prim and proper way Zachariah told off Dekaltis, "He is not wrong, Dekaltis," He said splitting his gaze between them both, "Fortunately, it would seem that will come in use as more than a prop," He pointed towards the Acklay, "A trial we shall say, a test, Dekaltis, you wanted as you put it... a 'bad guy', well I do believe a monster will do nicely. Whoever brings me its head I will teach how to summon Darkshears, a most worthy prize, no?" He offered them a grin, clapping Zachariah on the shoulder as he finally began to crest the hill, his Guard taking it as permission to continue along with him.

"Be off now, I will be so very disappointed if neither of you manages it." For though the Imperial might have imagined that he had not spotted them, he certainly had, and he was so curious what they would do, his proclamation loud enough for them to hear.

Of course, all that was quick to leave his mind, as he finally did crest the hill.

And he breathed in deeply.

She was shorter than him by the looks, but it did not take away from her form, perhaps only accentuating it, pale white blonde locks flowed down her face, framing blue eyes that were more sapphires than ocean or sky, all leading south to a form that was petite and slim, covered by an outfit as white as her hair, yet still commanded respect, if only due to the fact that clearly, those around her did.

As for the reason for his breath... well, as the tendrils found her, he knew exactly what she was.

And only confusion was left in his wake.

"We certainly do," He shouted across the clearing, taking his few steps down, "Though, if I may, Lady Drey, I have never known an Imperial to be so... amiable towards one of my creed." He noticed the astromech, biting his lip a moment, knowing if they wished to have any real discourse done, it would need to be removed from here or turned off.

Yet, until that moment.

Red eyes met blue, and a silent message passed between his mind to hers, "So what is a Sith doing among the Empire?"

Darth Dekaltis Zachariah Conway Alicia Drey Tibera Jessen Lutin Corveni

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Dekaltis Zachariah Conway Tibera Jessen Lutin Corveni

Alicia continued to sit on the ledge of the astromech as the Tsis'Kaar entered the valley. Arsix was a relic of a bygone time, as were the names Alicia Drey, Ella Nova, or Darth Ayra. A Chandrilian business entrepreneur, whose funeral was held over fifty years ago; a Jedi Knight of the Old Republic, who disappeared after leaving the Order in pursuit of Darth Carnifex ; or the Sith Lord, who was once a member of the One Sith, and secretly, a progenitor to Darth Bane's Rule of Two. As Malum asked his question it was difficult to say who the woman- with her pale, sulphuric like hair and blue eyes- actually was.

"I have performed my part well," Alicia replied while the astromech below her kept recording Malum. "An entrepreneur turned Staff Director for the Security Bureau. A well earned position among the ranks of the Imperial elite that gives me access to intelligence, and a security apparatus paralleled only by the Tsis'Kaar and the Imperial Security Bureau now working for Ignacious Korvan."

Alicia stood up from leaning on Arsix and walked around the astromech until she was a mere metre from where Malum stood. It's photoreceptors continued to follow the Director and eerily the droid was quiet, which was unusual. But there was nothing usual about his Master nor the gathering that was taking place on Felucia.

Flashes of light scarred the skies as Star Destroyers waged war, and the dark-side itself flowed through the jungle forests. Ayra would use today to her advantage. Narrowing her gaze upon Malum, Alicia stated: "I have used our mutual contacts in the underworld to arrange this meeting because I have a proposal for the Tsis'Kaar."

"I am here to join you."

 

[Diodoros]

Location: Felucia, Sith Landing Zone
Objective: Heart of Felucia (Fighting Imperials)
Tags: Kebii'kara Solus

Diodoro’s rage filled tunnel vision made it easy for him to get bonked on the head and dazed a bit from the impact. Fortunately his skull was so thick that it left no real damage other than a bit of blood to run down his face. But the next thing he knew was that the mandalorian woman was on top of him.

She was pressing into his throat with her staff-like weapon. “Ack!” The, now platinum, brute coughed listening to her words. What she said didn’t really matter though to him. She was literally talking down to him. Only upsetting him further. Diodoros grabbed her weapon in both hands and pushed. Even with how heavy she was with all her gear it was like a simple bench press for him to push her off of him.

Firrerreo like him were always capable of great strength, even when starved and exhausted. For a brawny freak like Diodoros he had the physical power to contend with a wookie powerlifter on steroids. So it didn’t take much from him to shove the lasat mandalorian off himself and get back up onto his feet.

He could just keep trying to punch her until one of his fists landed. But then he remembered something. A toy he’d gotten for himself recently. Holding up one of his fists he wore a silver ring that sparked and crackled with electrical energy around it. He wasn’t entirely sure how to use the force imbued artifact yet.

Nonetheless he cocked his fist back and rushed it towards his opponent. He was out of range for it to physically connect but as his strike got to the apex of its reach. An unorganized avalanche full of diverging arcs of lightning shot out from the ring in a short cone in front of Diodoros towards the Imperial Mandalorian.​

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: Felucia
Objective: secure Physillin
Tags: Sycamore Warrey
Gear: in bio
Wearing: this

Annika watched the man, she could feel his force presence and as he reached out to open his mind to the force, the sorceress met him in kind, this was her forte, she would try to subtle sense his emotions and try to reduce his control over them, he might feel greater happiness, he might feel greater pride, and pride often came before the fall.

She could see his lightsaber but her made no attempt to attack her yet and she had not been sent here to kill, she had been send to secure the healing resources. "Don't be so hard on yourself, we can't all be born with style." she laughed, taking a couple of steps to the side but keeping her pistol trained on the man.

“...I like to think I serve myself first. But such a thing would not be entirely true. We all serve someone.”

"Not the words of a pretentious Jedi, so I'm going to rule them out... you aren't familiar to me from my side, but I kind of lose track.

I'm Annika." She added as she dropped her other hand and her own lightsaber was exposed. "What's your plan then? Chase me off and steal a load of herbs from poor, innocent felucians?

Hmmm, OK.

There is quite a lot of it, you got anything that would convince me to go halves with you?" she gave an innocent shrug of the shoulders and raised her eyebrows. As well as manipulating the force, she also laced the air with her pheremones, it was less effective outside, but there was no reason not to use every tool at her disposal.

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