Darkest Shadow (One Sith)

[Mythos]

The Flak Gunnery nest now cleared he looked about as to how to make this thing work suddenly he saw that the Shipyards weaponry shifted targets to Felling enemy vessels and firing at the Barracks.
Inside the protective walling of the Flak Gun Nest he had an idea.
Quickly Animus Scurried back in the directions of the Screams of a Guard in Pain. Once he arrived he noticed personnel around the guard, 7 as he could count one of them most definetly medical supplies. Animus seeing that 3 of them were armed and noticed him he raised his blaster.
Animus did not mind slicing every last one of them and leaving them as an example to other personnel in the area who did not immediately surrender but he was beginning to learn the Value of *Not destroying absolutely everything*

"You there, with me. NOW!" Animus commanded Blaster raised. The Humans looked at him in a mixt of fear and confusion, the guards with weapons tensed so he tried another approach. The man in the floor was screaming and with his groin blasted. He could not imagine the pain he endured nor did he want to, but he needed at least 5 of these men.

"You Medic, Stay with him and treat his injury" The Female nodded and went back to treating the screaming man "You" , he pointed at the armed Guards "You are now under the Service of the Sith and as such you will follow me or die by my hand Make your choice now. " Animus said the words with confidence, lowering his blaster as a show of power. As if to say, I don't need this blaster to kill you were you stand.

The guards looked at each other gulped and looked at the fires of the barracks realizing their situation was dire.
"What do you need... my lord?" The guards asked shakily.
Animus Motioned for them to follow and dashed inside the Flak guns the guards hot on his heels. Animus now went into Command Mode, Leadership was something he always had wanted to do and his pride had always kept him searching for the moment.
The position Animus was in was being set upon, but the thickness of the Steel Walls seemed to be doing the trick of holding off precision blaster fire.
"Get this Flak gun moving, double time everything i want the loadout and aimed at the escaping ships of your former allies, Show me where your loyalties are you pack of worthless Dogs!" The Personnel seemed nervous and unsure so animus Blasted the ground with his Pistol blaster Causing them to pause and look at him, he looked back in a moment of silence which only background was the wailing of sirens and fire and the warzone.
"DO IT NOW!" Animus Roared as he Eyed the Nearest enemy ship leaving the Shipyard. The Makeshift crew scrambled around the Next loading round and nervously dropping them which caused animus to wince. "Common You pack of Sarlacc meat get your Asses MOVING! " Every time Animus roared they seemed to get a bit more cohesive.
"Flak gun is armed" One guard yelled. Animus nodded and pointed at the Ship imploringly as the Guards cranked the calibration wheel of the Gun into position. "Flak gun is into position.. er... Sir?"
"FIRE!" the power of this gun shook the very ground as it roared it's fire... "Beautiful.." animus whispered to himself as the Ball of Fire that was the Enemy ship ignited into what seemed a small sun.
"This is specter one, AA Flak Gun two is now being manned and commanded by myself, awaiting further orders"
[member="Vengeance"]
[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Avreet’s hand moved onto a table as he leaned against it, one of his fingers lightly tapping into the metal, the sound overpowered by the alarm. He did not like what [member="Darth Ferus"] told him, but did not protest for now. Mission came first and until circumstances forced him to abandon his primary goal and fix another issue – the Acolyte to be precise – and so far he had little reason to focus on anything else than the task at hand. The security centre still required someone to infiltrate it and turn off the cannons, reprogram them accordingly. The situation going on in the tower had made things much harder for him, yet surprisingly easier in some aspects. It’s not that Avreet did not appreciate a challenge; it simply became a monotonous task after time, especially with the Force making him disappear at will.

“Understood,” the Sith Lord said and cut the connection, head turning to look at the computer on the table.

As it turns out, the worker must have forgotten to logout as well, leaving this treasure chest of information open for Avreet to plunger. Aside from several personal mails, the Sith discovered a notification concerning a passcode change of several offices, a handy information Veles stored in his memory before leaving the office and making his way towards the second elevator on the floor – the very one responsible for the flood of reinforcements from the security centre above. Soon enough, after his illusion of a guard approached the corridor leading up to his destination, the Sith Lord rounded a corner and walked straight into a guard, spotting many more fortifying their position behind him. Turrets with their rotatory cannons swivelled on the ceiling and robots made an appearance too, menacingly scanning the area with their sensors, heavy weaponry attached to them having a demoralizing effect on those who approached close enough.

“No entry without a pass!” the security guard Avreet had bumped into barked.

The Sith Lord possessed no such thing – and was forced to retreat, apologetically raising one of his hands and backing out before anyone’s suspicion caused them to squeeze the trigger. Obviously, he could have just killed everyone or simply cloaked himself before walking past the barrier and getting into the elevator – but one option involved too much direct confrontation, the other risked the guards alarming their colleagues above to prepare for an invisible visitor. There had to be another way.

 

[Darth Atrox]

Somehow the Knight had managed to weasel his way inside, falling the few remaining rebels as he followed the path of turmoil to other Sith.​

"Tread lightly, and follow me."​

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Mala muttered to [member="Vengeance"], before sprinting off down the hallway, towards hopefully [member="Darth Ophidia"]. He wasn't. Instead he found a room filled with sheltering engineers, all guns trained on his head. As the barrage of lasers blasted towards him, the Sith leapt over the crowd, onto a beam. With a swift, fluid swipe of his saber he severed it in two, causing the roof to cave in over the men. As quickly as the Force could carry him, Darth Callidus just managed to escape before the dust and fire ripped out. Still continuing on, he had drawn attention to himself, and quite desperately needed back-up. Fool!​

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"Lord Ferus, I have successfully infiltrated the hangar, and disposed of many. I am in need of reinforcement."​

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The signal was spread out to the Sith in the vicinity. ​

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance followed a few steps behind [member="Darth Callidus"] as they made their way. Dropping into a room full of armed people Vengeance had to stifle a chuckle. Clearly things were not working out as planned a though confirmed by the distress signal sent to [member="Darth Ferus"] and the other Sith in the area.

As soon as the rubble and fire cleared Vengeance simply ignited his saber saying nothing and prepared to push back the onslaught of whatever hindered him from his goal. It was what he always did. His favorite thing in the world.............murder and mayhem.

"So much for treading lightly." "Guess now we get to do things the hard way."

He smiled rotating his wrist spinning the saber in a circle of anticipation.

 

[Darth Veles]

It required breaking into pristine offices, crawling through tight security vents and most importantly, staying out of sight of any guard patrolling around to get to the place he needed to get into. With Avreet’s training, it was little more than just another day at work, as he had done plenty of sneaking around and infiltrating in his life. For passing this trivial test, he’s been rewarded with a security hub monitoring this level’s systems. Even inside the vent he had creeped through slowly, the Sith Lord could see rays of light coming through the grid in front of him, screens of computers illuminating much of the room that awaited him. Carefully and gently removing the grid, the Sith sets it aside without making any sound that would alert two officers comfortably seated in their chairs.

Despite the alarm, the signatures of both men gave away both focus and calmness – eyes too concentrated on the footage from cameras flickering on screens in front of their faces to notice their enemy had made his way into the very same room. Neither of them had seen him coming and then it was too late; three elegant steps brought the graceful assassin closer, telekinetically grasping both guards, and before they realized what happened, Veles sent them both on a flight through the air which was brought into a halt as soon as their trajectories met and collided with a thud. Two limp lifeforms crumbled over the shiny floor and Veles impassively stepped over them, paying attention to nothing but the computers.

His big fishy eyes spotted the right monitor almost immediately, the control terminal for both turrets and robots. Several taps of his webbed claws onto the interactive display and the AI suddenly stopped distinguishing between friend and foe. Sitting into one of the chairs and placing his booted feet on the desk, the amphibious assassin leaned back and relaxed with his eyes closed, drawing power from the Dark Side that grew stronger with each spin of a cannon that barked at incredible speed, with each explosion of a small rocket that shattered glass and bent metal, turning the offices into a war zone. Each death empowered the Dark Side, each meant one less problem to worry about, each accompanied with a more or less audible scream.

The deafening roars of raging weaponry suddenly stopped as silence filled the corridors. That, and smoke, death, stench of burned flesh and boiling blood, dust. This sign prompted the Sith to deactivate all defences and make his way back, familiar places now bathed in blood and guts spilled among the robots who would have continued roaming the offices in search of any threat, painting red lines over the floor as they carelessly rolled their victims, were it not for Avreet turning their gears and sensors off. The formidable killing machines became nothing but oversized pieces of junk, same with their turret friends limply hanging from the ceiling.

With nothing standing in his way, the Sith Lord casually strides into the elevator leading up, his hand gently touching the very button controlling the lift – and ascends with a sound of cracking glass as the last remnants of battle get crushed between the heavy door of the elevator.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

In a a blink of an eye, the Wyyrlok-Class Star Destroyer, Meshuga, came out of hyperspace and immediately launch two squadrons of Black Talon Starfighters with orders to defend the massive warship as they scoured and patrolled the surrounding area. The warship itself didn't need protection, but both the Captain and presiding Sith Lady aboard both wanted to see the newly added fighters in action. ​

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"Shall I give the order to have them engage any hostiles in the vicinity," Captain Morli asked while his eyes tracked the starfighters through the warship's frontal viewport.​

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The Dagobah Sith, too, watched as the two groups of starfighters flew their predetermined flight patterns around the ship. She had read all the reports about the small fighters, knowing what they could do and what they could not. The pilots were heavily trained in flight simulators for weeks before they were allowed to fly the Black Talons in real-time scenarios. After several months of scrapping ideas and replacing them with new ones, the ships were ready to be produced and shipped to the several warships employed by the One Sith Empire. Despite all the rave reviews, they had yet to confront an enemy face-to-face. And now here was their moment to shine.​

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"Proceed Captain," Darth Venefica answered. Turning her attention to the Meshuga's communication officer, she added, "Notify all warship Captains to assist in rounding up any strays that threaten to leave the star system. Also, notify [member="Darth Ferus"] that we have arrived and order the hanger bay to ready my shuttle."​

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From the corner of her left eye, she caught a bright flash and turned quickly to witness the debris of a small transport ship float harmlessly by while two Black Talons adjusted their trajectory after destroying the fleeing craft.​

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@Catching Up! ​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Lord Ferus, [member="Darth Venefica"] has joined the airspace."

A bemused smile formed on the Sith Lords face as he looked over the compound. Already his smaller ships were moving to land on the facility. All throughout, the Sith began to take over with massive forces. [member="Darth Callidus"] would find himself quickly assisted by a squad of stormtroopers, tearing down any resistance. Even [member="Darth Veles"] would find an answer as gunfire from Sith Forces exploded down the hallway.

"Retreat! You, fish, get in here! We're gonna get overrun!" The want for credentials was waved when it seemed like a friendlies life was on the line, and Veles had his way in.

"Control of the facility is almost completely ours. When do we begin building?"

"Soon, very soon."

Ferus's Fleet

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Spoiler

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20x Dragonite​

20x Talon Class Carriers​

10x Rhak Skuri Cruisiers​

10x Long Nine Class T​

5x Dark Blade Dreadnaughts​

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@Vengeance @Animus Malgus [member="Darth Ophidia"]​

 

[Darth Veles]

The occasional shake that came after an explosion let Avreet know allied forces had attacked. A bit premature move, but he had to adapt and double his haste to the command centre – and turn off all defences from there. Quickly scanning the elevator with the piercing sight of his, the Mon Calamari took a look at one of the metal plates on the elevator’s ceiling. With a stone-cold expression plastered on his face, the Sith Lord’s right hand shot up, telekinetically punching the hatch open and allowing the Sith Assassin to abandon the elevator before it reached the upper floor. His intuition has proven to be a valuable too; as soon as the elevator stopped with a sharp bleep signing the arrival and the metal door opened, the whole cabin turned into a target of dozens blaster rifles emptying their loads into what would have been the Sith’s metal coffin. Five seconds and one sharp shout later and all rifles stopped screaming and spitting fire, their owners still looking through their weapons’ sights and aiming the barrels at the newly arrived elevator; all the effort in vain, no other result than walls scorched black.

The intended target did not remain motionless; discovering a vent, the Sith carelessly ripped the grid off with his cybernetic hand when the shower of blaster bolts overpowered all other sound and shoved his form into the tight squared space. The first grid on his way through offered a sight into the room below; displaying the back of a dozen men, all still having their rifles trained at the elevator as if expecting their enemy to materialize there. With the element of surprise on his side, Avreet carefully removed the grid by telekinetically rotating the screws around and undoing these before lifting the metal grid itself and soundlessly placing it in the air duct. The commander standing behind the back of his men did not hear as Avreet’s feet touched the ground behind him, and when the amphibious assassin put him to sleep, it was already too late. His movements were sure and precise, lighting fast and completely soundless as he punched and kicked all men until they lied on the floor, unconscious or otherwise incapacitated.

With the last obstacle removed, Avreet strode through the empty security centre, walking by empty barracks, opened door to the armoury where most armour and weapon’s been missing, and finally, the security hub with many consoles and monitors illuminated by dim blue light, much larger than the one on the floor below. Many empty chairs rested on the floor as well, chaotically lying around and collecting dust in shame as their owners had rushed to defend the room. One after another, taps of Avreet’s fingers turned off the facility’s security systems and defences to allow the One Sith captors get closer and land enough soldiers to make this facility their own, flooding their numbers at the resistance. The Sith Lord did not wish for unnecessary casualties though, and so the amphibian’s voice spoke through the speakers, booming through the facility and inside the guards' helmets.

“This facility is under control of the One Sith. All gentlebeings defending the station, please lower your weapons or land and power down your starfighters and surrender to our soldiers to save yourselves from certain and pointless deaths. Those who surrender peacefully will be allowed to keep their position and their pay will be raised. Thank you.”

With that out of the way, Avreet turned to another panel filled with buttons and flashing lights, entering a series of commands to establish connection with both [member="Darth Venefica"]’s and [member="Darth Ferus"]’ fleets, marking their IFFs as allies before turning the outside defences on again.

[member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Mythos]

Hearing the battle die down and the flak gun no longer had targets.
Animus quickly turned on his Telecommunications wrist device to [member="Darth Ferus"]
"The Area is secure my Lord, North gunnery position is under control. Awaiting further orders."
Animus looked around at the men who surrounded him and nodded they seemed convinced enough. Having seen and no doubt felt the power of the Sith, they were more than complacent. He nodded and they stood in attention.
"Man this post and make the SIth prouder than you already have today" he said as He glanced over in the direction of a ladder to the second floor of the facility. "You will be well compensated., Now back to your posts" As the 5 soldiers scrambled through their duties he awaited the next phase of their plan.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Six shuttles, each one filled to capacity with support troops from The Dagobah Knights, The Nightshaders, The Sisterhood Troopers, and The Werda Prudii, began their descent toward the facility; along with fifteen engineers. By now most of the hard-fighting would be over but she was not here leading her troops into battle but to lend protection and security to the various sites in and around the facility. She had fought on this planet months ago to bring it and the shipyards under the protective veil of the Dark Lord and his glorious Empire. Unrest was always a concern on this planet.​

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The shuttles all landed without incident, allowing them to spill from insides the support groups; each aware of what their duty here was. Darth Venefica held countless meetings with her band, going over repeatedly with the mission directive as well as ensuring that each and everyone of them knew the layout of the facility, the shipyards, and the surrounding areas like the back of their own hands.​

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"Each and everyone of you have your assignments and your team designations," the witch from the swamps of Dagobah said when the soldiers all finally assembled after disembarking from the transport shuttles. "Remember we want to take prisoners so refrain from killing needlessly. Now go and bring honour to yourselves. Engineers....with me."​

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Venefica's Support/Battle Group

Spoiler

20- Dagobah Knights
20- Nightshaders
20- Sisterhood Troops
10- Werda Prudii
15- Engineers (Taobh Dorcha Industries

 

[Darth Ophidia]

The battle died out as the building's defences were taken by the Sith forces. Darth Ophidia looked around at the loss of potential workers and security forces. While they had done their best to avoid unnecessary casualties, there were still a high number of corpses. Of course, there were always more workers to be found. It should not be too much trouble to recruit and train new workers for the more menial tasks. Security was a lucrative job within the One Sith, that station too would be easy to recruit. If they had lost scientists and engineers, then they may pose a greater issue to replace, however she was confident they had not partaken in the battle.

While she stood musing over the dead, her troops assumed security positions. Some set to repairing damaged defences and others gathered weapons. They had to be ready for a potential attack on the shipyard whether it was imminent or not. As soon as word got out what the One Sith were building, there would be people trying to stop it from completion.