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[Mythos]

Unleash Hell.

The order was given, the hall was surrounded and the bombardment of artillery shells had begun. The city has installed a shield protector but that would not last for long, already the massive power of the artillery pieces had begun pounding away at the protective energy shield showing ripples and waves with every blast of energy. All Mythos needed was that initial fall of the shield for his forces to tactically eliminate resistance. While the barrage of siege weapons and mortars were cracking against the shield Mythos went down and up the battle lines making sure that tanks were in position, infantry personnel carriers had been set up in the proper formations and snipers were comfortably in their nests. The smell of fire from the mouth of Thyphojem was now beginning to reach the lines of the siege warframes as volley after volley smashed into the shield. With the infantry at the ready, all checks were made as supplies began to come fresh with thermal detonators and breaching equipment like grav hammers and energy launchers. A anubian, not familiar in name or face but the force string around him like a whirlwind approached him, perhaps not internal. but there was purpose. He tilted his head and regarded him, all at the same time looking for [member="Seras Rose"] through the force. "Stick close by and kill what you see is not dressed like us... keep what you kill"

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The ground was shaking, the walkers approached from every port of the city and crawled their way forward to the main front lines as the defenders of the halls desperately tried to fight off saboteurs with whatever means of defense they had. After minutes of bombardment from the TIE bombers and heavy artillery the shield began to fall. On the back of Groom Mythos rallied the strike force to lead the assault behind him and using the battle precognition timed his assault just as the sheild began to fall. He did not need to look for Seras, she was here, she was close. "Infantry! With me!"

The charge was multi pronged and all aimed at the same center of the city. the defenders unleashed a volley of machinegun fire and defensive laser auto turrets yet Mythos styll charged forward fearlessly through the hail of blaster fire deflecting blast bolts from the back of his Tuk'ata. Left and right men were falling but now the walkers began to pick off the defenders one by one. Their nests, shattered, their wills, broken, their lives ended. The Infantry vehichles arrived and began to unleash their new experimental technology, mounted on their vehicles were systems of fire that fired thermal detonators at a fully automatic rate, as soon as they began firing their payload the upper levels of the halls began to detonate and the walls began to fall.

Fire Superiority... that's all we need.

Special troopers began to ascend through the use of jetpacks, their job was to clear the upper levels with high powered weaponry and arc rifles. One by one the rooms began to clear as Mythos entered the lower halls where the heavy resistance force was in with the elite strike force team he himself had hand picked for this singular operation. They used a vehicle similar to the one that picked up Seras rose, small, off road and incredibly flexible. Mythos now stormed the inside of the palace with his infantry division in a massive frontal assault.

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[Kainan Wolfe]

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Attn: [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Ra'a'mah"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Salij-Nekt"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Neb-ka of Myth"] | [member="Amaunet Asira"] | [member="Roella Arwyn"] | [member="Sena"] | [member="Shaun Irons"]​

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• Capital City
  War Zone, Nibelungen

Standing in front of a pile of mangled corpses, the warlord sighed, a sad look in his eyes. He wished the Jedi and her padawan had honored his offer. It would have saved the lives of their men. But they did not listen. They never did. As always, Wolfe had done what was necessary. With one wave of his hand, he motioned his party forward. "Come. It is time to end this," he said to his companions, his tone calm and low. Lifting his comlink, he snapped a few quick orders. "All forces, move to phase two. Converge on the Jedi temple," he instructed, hoping that if they took it, the rest of the city would surrender.

Overhead, scores of TIE Reapers swarmed like schools of fish, moving gracefully and in unison, in perfect coordination, firing at ground targets to facilitate the advance of the army. With most of the enemy air support gone, the attackers now held complete air superiority over the city and this gave them a massive advantage. The forces advanced swiftly, driving the defenders back, tightening the noose around them. Hovertanks pummeled groups of enemy infantry, leaving smoking craters where living beings stood mere moments ago. The defending forces tried to mount a counterattack and when that inevitably failed, they tried an organized retreat. Under the combined firepower of the ground forces and the starfighters of the Shrouded Republic, the defenders' lines shattered and with them, their morale. Their organized retreat turned into a panicked rout. They ran and ran, instinctively seeking the one place their faith taught that it would shelter them, give them a stay of execution. Wolfe's forces were hot on their heels, harassing them all the way to the gates, mowing them down like a reaper scything so much wheat. There were several attempts to reestablish some semblance of order, but Shrouded snipers took out the officers whenever they reared their heads. It was a massacre.

By the time they reached the gates of the temple, only a handful of the once vast army that defended this section of the city, remained. They huddled in panic, pressing their bodies against the gates, against the wall, as if they could somehow melt into the durasteel and become invisible. They cowered, trying desperately to make themselves smaller, hoping against hope that they would somehow survive. Some clawed their fingers bloody against the cold, immovable walls of the temple. It was to no avail. The Shrouded forces showed no mercy, or hesitation at those who would not drop their weapons in surrender. Despite the panic, few of the defenders did. Most died, an ignoble death to protect ignoble masters who cared nothing for them. A few saw reason, though. These were allowed to live. The Shrouded Republic was harsh, merciless. But not without honor.

Standing in front of the gates, midnight-bladed lightsaber held extended out to the side, Kainan Wolfe breathed in, memorizing the sounds and smells and sights of a battle of his own making. He had, once more, taken the lives of others. This was his doing, his responsibility. And he could not stop now, nor ever. Stepping forward, he was the first to enter the temple, his soldiers following closely behind. Inside, he was greeted by chaos. He felt as if a heavy cloud had descended upon his mind, a cloud that inspired fear and panic and uncertainty. He knew what this was. He knew a similar technique, though he could not perform it on such a scale. So he ordered all but his Wolfguards to remain outside and secure the courtyard. No matter how disciplined, few soldiers had the mental fortitude and willpower to resist such a thing. His Wolfguards were some of those few.

Advancing from hallway to hallway, he eventually entered a grand room, only to find a group of Anubian warriors and a female dressed in ornate armor questioning the remaining Jedi. Wolfe and his troops had only just entered when one of the Jedi masters handed something to the Anubian female, a high-ranking priestess, judging by her armor and the way her warriors looked to her.

One of the Jedi masters, an old human man, turned his eyes to Wolfe and his elite guards, who had swiftly and silently surrounded the remaining Jedi, taking advantage of the confusion caused by the priestess' spell, to join the Anubians, rifles pointed at the old men and women cowering in the center of their circle. Sensing Wolfe's exhaustion and sorrow, the Jedi master dared to reach out with a question. "Why?" the old man asked. "I can sense the good in you. Why are you doing this?" he asked, his tone feeble. Wolfe's eyes fell upon the pitiful husk of a man, burning with an intense mixture of determination and sadness. But to his horror, the warlord did not respond with sympathy. Instead, he merely felt pity for these Jedi, who's lives would be cut short.

"Because it is necessary," Wolfe responded. "Because you are in the way and because the greater good requires it," he said, quietly and calmly. The old Jedi master's face lit up in rage and horror. "The... greater good? You call this carnage the greater good? What twisted sort of monster are you?" the old man yelled, his face a mixture of shock and revulsion. "We are servants of the Light! How could our slaughter serve the greater good!?"

Wolfe slowly shook his head. "So arrogant. So blind," he said, his voice low, barely audible as he whispered his disappointment. "All you bring is pain and suffering, war and destruction. Everything that you believe in, is a lie. One which hides the greatest horror of them all. And in the name of this lie, you unleash atrocities upon the galaxy, seeking to justify it with the claim that it is all to serve the Light."

Stepping forward, Wolfe narrowed his eyes. "I, at least, do not make the claim of being a good man. I am just a necessary evil, one who does what needs to be done," he said, slowly raising his lightsaber, the black blade crackling and hissing like an angry torch. "You have lived your entire lives like mindless drones. Ignorant. Meaningless. At least your deaths will serve a greater purpose," the warlord finished, bringing his lightsaber down and ending the Jedi's pitiful life, granting him one final act of mercy in the form of a release from a stolen existence.

 

[Seras Rose]

Music Theme by - Adrian von Ziegler, 'Between Worlds'

There was little sound underground. The soldiers were silent, Seras kept her steps silent and breathing still. Only the sounds of battle dully echoed inside the underground complex. It was a oddly still, even serene setting. Their dis repaired surrounds somehow seemed to match this odd kind of silent serenity. Perhaps if one were to close their eyes, they may even forget about the sounds of battle completely. But there was no time for that and the thought disappeared from Seras's mind moments after it appeared. At about this time, Seras's mind felt a strong telepathic message from Mythos. It was not the first time but it was a surprise even still. Nodding silently, she tried to send back the idea of 'agreement'. Though she was not sure if it went across. It took them some time to find their way through the underground section, with no maps to go by they only had their gut instinct to follow. Seras guided them with the force as she could but the pain made concentrating in such a way difficult. Just as they were about to turn a corner, Seras held up a hand quickly and stopped the group, resting a hand on her vibroblade. It was a enemy. The soldiers behind her stopped, still and silent as the enemy approached the corner. Idle chatter between two soldiers could be heard. They did not expect to find anyone down here but they had been sent to patrol it and keep an eye out. Sensible enough, it was a wise decision. Though neither of them seemed entirely pleased by the assignment. They would both rather be out, fighting against the invading forces. 'Little do they know.' Seras thought for a moment as they started to reach the corner. But Seras did not signal for them to attack. Rather she signaled for them to fall back and hide. Let them pass. They still did not know their way around, killing this patrol could give them away. After they passed, Seras quickly motioned for them to move onwards.

The going was quick and for the most part smooth without any issues cropping up. Following the general direction the guards had come from, they found a stairway that led up into the temple proper. At the bottom of it were three troopers, two standing on either side of the entrance and the third directly in front of the stairs. They were a good twenty feet away, plenty close for the squad to quickly deal with them. Silently counting down, Seras signaled the attack and their team moved forward around the corner. The suppressed carbines made short work of the three troopers and they quickly stormed up the stairs. At about this time was when the attack on the Temple's front door began in full. They didn't need a radio transmission to tell them that, they could hear it from the sounds of battle coming down from the stairs. "We identify the strongest defensive point then we blow it sky high. I will deal with any Jedi we come across, all of you focus on the enemy troopers." Seras told the group as they ascended the stairs, the sounds of blasters, shouts and cries growing steadily louder. They came out into a large, expansive courtyard that was almost completely deserted. It was also nearly completely untouched by the fires of war, no mortar nor artillery round had landed inside it. The fountains still gushed with the vines clinging to the ancient and deeply detailed stonework silently shifting in the wind. As a Force User, Seras could feel the place echo with a sense of peace. Of Jedi Masters and Padawans sitting silent in contemplation on higher things. Even the soldiers at her back could tell this place was not quite normal. Shaking off that sensation, Seras continued to briskly move deeper into the temple proper. The main front was already being assaulted by Mythos and his group, but Seras and her team were ahead of him. Using the confusion they infiltrated deeper into the temple and arrived at the area where Mythos would be headed. It was then that they would come across it. The main entrance. The primary bulk head of the enemy. They were looking out into the room filled with defenders, Jedi and Soldiers alike. The Sergeant in charge of the squad called in that they were ready in position to blow the enemies bulkhead. "Getting to it is another matter..." The Sergeant said as he surveyed the area from their concealed position from a doorway. It was then that something she had heard not so long ago came to her mind. 'Shock and awe.' "We charge it. Hit our path to it with all the smoke grenades you have for concealment and go in guns blazing. Make our small number seem far larger then it is. Then we find the best defensive positions we can after we blow it to cover Mythos's forces as they enter." It was a reckless plan, but it was a plan. Given the rubble in the area from the bombardment, they would certainly have cover to take after planting the explosives. Considering the situation, it was not a bad plan the Sergeant thought, so he gave the go ahead.

From the room they were piled up into, four smoke grenades would be primed and then thrown in. Hissing, they billowed out thick white smoke that between the four of them quickly blossomed into the room. "Now." Seras called, blaster in her left hand and blade in her right as they rushed through the smoke. There were only eight people in the squad, but the amount of fire and the rate that they put it out at had the attention of every single eye in the room. Unsure of both their numbers and their intentions, the defenders instinctively took up defensive positions against the charging force. They were half way to the door when Seras could feel something in the force, someone preparing something. The Smoke around them was starting to move, as though someone was pulling it away. Shifting her running pace, Seras felt through the force for the presence that caused this feeling. Through the rapidly thinning smoke she saw a blindfolded Jedi who slowly moved her hands as though funneling the smoke away. Snapping her blaster pistol up she pulled the trigger, the heavy blaster cracking out as the red bolt flew at the Jedi. The shot was true but the Jedi moved faster in reaction as Seras's hostile intention was felt, a double-bladed green lightsaber snapping to life and deflecting the bolt upwards into the roof. But the Jedi's concentration had been broken and the smoke ceased to thin. Firing another shot for good measure Seras continued running to the bulkhead as the Jedi started to make pursuit, the green blade quickly twirling into a offensive position. Satisfied that the squad could take it from here, Seras pivoted her body on her left foot to face the Jedi, a Knight by Seras's estimation. In this case the smoke would actually benefit the Jedi more then Seras but she would simply have to live with that. The Jedi did not waste any time, the green blade flickering as it shifted and came from overhead with a powerful down stroke, Seras deftly deflecting the attack to the side while firing off a shot at her opponent. The shot was a graze and the Jedi moved in a whirl of movement as the other end came around at her right side. Quickly shifting her stance she brought her blade back around and intercepted the attack, starting to bring her blaster around before the Jedi's boot came up and caught her left hand. She kept her grip on the blaster but her aim was thrown completely off as the shot fired off harmlessly into the wall. Choosing to not try for another shot Seras kicked at the Jedi's only standing leg, forcing her opponent back while she quickly holstered her pistol and went on the offensive. She did not need to kill this Jedi to win, merely hold them at bay. Seras understood this so she was not overly eager, making a quick series of offensive Makashi thrusts and cuts before her opponent started to take back the offensive, using strong blows in return against Seras's quick movements. Seras could feel her senses warn her of the danger as the Knight started to get into a flow of attacks, the pace, power and speed of each attack rapidly increasing. It was about at that time that Seras heard something over the communications that the Knight could not hear. The all clear for the explosives. Timing it with the count down, Seras took a heavy blow against her guard from the Knight. Using the force of the Jedi's own attack she let her feet come out from under her, Seras knocked back and falling amongst rubble on the ground. It may have looked like the mistake of a rookie but as the Jedi would find out moments later, there was a purpose to it. The explosives would be set off, debris flying through the air as a shock wave went through the room and blew open the defenders blockade, wide open for Mythos's assault.

[member="Mythos"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"]

 

[Amaunet Asira]

As [member="Kainan Wolfe"] entered the Council Chamber of the Jedi, he would be met with her alert and ready to fight soldiers. Seeing who he was however, an ally to their cause, they did not pursue him though their glittering eyes definitely followed him with keen interest. Amaunet herself did not pay any attention to him at first. This was her victory and she was quite secure in that knowledge. If another of Mythos's allies wished to join her to see the damage a devout believer could render upon the unbelieving, he was free to do so. As the Jedi Master turned to question the new warlord, she stood back up to her full height and watched the conversation unfold. The master was a dead man walking. Since giving her the information she required, he was no longer necessary and his life, as well as the lives of his followers was forfeit. What did it matter to her if it happened now or after his discussion with the warlord?

They had their banter, after which, the warlord decided he could kill the Jedi. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the lightsaber slice down upon flesh and rend a man's soul from life. She could have stopped it had she really wished, but the only reason she wanted to kill the Jedi was to feel his terror and perhaps change his mind to be a believer in something other than the absurdity of what the Jedi belived. This warlord was not there to convert the misguided but with their master dead, the other Jedi let out screams and sobs. As his body fell to the floor in a lifeless husk the 14 others felt the futility and imminent destruction. What little fight they still possessed could do nothing to help them now. Each fell before the blade of a trained Anubian Warrior.

Amaunet watched, silent and presiding over death and blood with an overwhelming presence that only the true believer could hold. Her voice could be heard, soft and hissing as a language both utterly jarring in its foreign, exotic sound and utterly soothing in its smooth automatic speech, from beneath her guilded helmet. As she finished the last of the mantra passing those souls present to the hands of her gods, she took off the golden armor covering her Anubian face and looked with bright blue eyes the color and chaos of the ocean, towards the Warlord. She was taller than him by several inches. Though short for many of her race, she was still taller than most other species. "Come little warlord." She said with that same exotic accent.

Without waiting, the High Priestess of Anubians took her leave of the blood soaked Council Chamber, her warriors falling in line before and behind her. The whole reason they invaded this place was to find the hidden information on the Eye. That was where she was headed, the Jedi Archives located here in the Temple. With the passcode now in hand from the master of the Jedi Council, she could find what she was looking for.


Kyle Raymus | Kiso | Ra'a'mah | Formorta | Mythos | Salij-Nekt | Seras Rose | Neb-ka of Myth | Roella Arwyn | Sena | Shaun Irons

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Attn: [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Ra'a'mah"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Salij-Nekt"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Neb-ka of Myth"] | [member="Amaunet Asira"] | [member="Roella Arwyn"] | [member="Sena"] | [member="Shaun Irons"]​

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• Jedi Temple
  Capital City, Nibelungen

Blood soaked the floor beneath his feet. Blood that he was partially responsible for spilling. What needed to be done, was done. The Jedi masters and their Knights were a liability, a threat that could not be allowed to live, lest it come back to haunt them at a later date. Wolfe stood in silence as the Anubian warriors executed the remaining Jedi masters one by one, spilling their blood on the floor. He stood in silence as the priestess recited a prayer for the dead in an alien language he did not understand. Personally, he did not believe in an afterlife, but if there was one, he hoped that those who died today, would find some small measure of peace.

As the priestess finished her prayer and took off her ornate helmet, he found himself face to face with a woman only a few years younger than him, who's bright blue eyes seemed to glow and showed none of his weariness. It occurred to him that she was measuring him in some way, but he did not flinch. He stared back, his eyes a deep blue and as cold and sharp as ice, his gaze boring into hers with the intensity of a man who took in every detail, who's mind calculated and dissected every little thing. There was something worn and ancient in his eyes, a strength of will that was as hard as durasteel, indomitable and unmoving. This was a man who's goals went far beyond the power and wealth that a usual warlord would crave. Whatever his purpose, his hidden agenda was, it drove him inexorably forward towards a conclusion that would have far-reaching consequences for the galaxy, no matter what that conclusion was.

His own men, the feral-looking Wolfguards, looked to him with an unmoving, reverential loyalty, as if he was some kind of messianic figure, some divine being that came to lead them to their destinies. He seemed to own the very air he breathed and he inspired an unflinching dedication amongst his followers that left no doubt to the fact that they would take their own lives without hesitation, should he command them to do so.

The silence was broken as the young priestess spoke, prompting Wolfe to respond with a chuckle. He found it amusing that this priestess would address the man who commanded nearly half of the forces arrayed at Nibelungen, as 'little warlord', but nevertheless, he chose to follow her, out of pure curiosity about the quarry that she sought. "Capture the padawans if any still hide in this place," Wolfe instructed his men as he stepped forward to follow the Anubian woman. "Kill the rest," he said to the Wolfguards as he took a place within Amaunet's column, right by her side.

The man known as the White Wolf of Ession, was no cowering sycophant, like most who would find themselves in the high priestess' presence. While he did not treat her with disrespect, it was clear that he would not be humbled by her, either.