Eclipse of Nibelungen (The Ancient Eye) PM to join us

[Kiso]

[SIZE=18pt]Landing Site Lambda[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Nibelungen, In an AT-AT, commencing, commanding battle groups Beta and Zeta[/SIZE]

So, this would be the Shrouded Republics first major engagement, Kiso was wonder how things would turn out, she had led countless skirmishes against the Sith and other enemies, but such a large-scale engagement was new to her, especially with the new promotion to General. Though it turned out her achievements on the battle field and with establishing trade an alliance with the Metal Lords and running of the Republics army while Wolfe was away on diplomatist task was more well-known than she had originally thought. Perhaps it did make sense, due to their support the Republic was able to increase the size of its fleets quite considerably, both military and civilian transport, and thus also attracting more people to their cause, specifically now with Silver Jedi relocation and new wars kicking up.

Weather she felt like it or not Kiso sported the look, the officers cap and cape really bringing things together, even if it was a bit unorthodox compared to most people of her new status. Perhaps in time she may become the Lord of War, but for now being general of the marine’s crop and army was be good enough, would also be a good time to test out her new system upgrades to use, what better place to put them through the rings then a world conquest of sorts commanding two battle groups.

"I hear you Kyle, well make sure your ships have clear access over the city in not time, just make sure you keep up that air support when needed", personally Kiso was not keen on At-Ats, in her mind the huge lumbering walkers where more suited to open plane combat, similar to Hoth, urban environments were not its thing, 'we need to get some AT-ETs in the army, those things wreak house in the streets, but I guess this will have to do for now'. She strode to the window of the walker as it slowly advanced trough the streets, her HUD giving a radar like map of the battle field and both battle groups, "Hee, just like a video game".

[member="Kyle Raymus"]

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Salij could see the main force just a yard ahead of his position. Anyone who was hiding, they hid well as the Anubian found no others. Salij could hear the blaster fire. But, instead of going through the main force, it went around, aiming to take the enemy by surprise. Readying it's polearm axe, the Anubian moved around the defending forces lines. He could sense a dark power, and he enjoyed feeling it. It drove him forth as he saw retreating forces. A group of defending forces who had taken a wrong turn while running, possibly trying to avoid the fighting.

"Wrong turn" the Anubian growled. Before they could even scream out in surprise as he leaped toward them, he cut one down, then another. Some fired desperately, some of their blasts skimming the Anubian. A couple hit his armor, but he ignored the pain. "All shall fall! For I am the Executioner!" he announced loudly as he finished off the last of the runners. He stood there, huffing as his bloodlust calmed down. The pain was kicking in by now, but that did not stop the pale Anubian moving for the main force, trying to find the leaders he was meant to have met with by now.

[member="Kiso"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Kyle Raymus"] [member="Neb-ka of Myth "][member="Roella Arwyn"] [member="Skorvek"]

 

[Sena]

The Talavara Came out of hyperspace, a massive, lumbering ship. It came from ancient times but was retrofitted with the finest weapons and machinery. It was not a very fast ship. But it did not need to be. The likelihood of anything standing in its way was slim. The proton beam canon occupying the front of the ship ensured that. While Sena did work with the Outer Rim Coalition, Sena was more of a mercenary. Though she did not work for money. Sena worked for the greater good of things. At least most of the time. Today was about money. She wasn't being paid directly, but she did see an opportunity.

The bridge of the Talavara was packed. All the preparations had been made full a complete assault. The battlecruiser was almost a fleet in of itself. At almost three kilometers long, it had weaponry on any surface that could hold it. The hull of the massive ship was nearly impenetrable to anything that could get past the state of the art shield system. All in all the Talavara existed for one thing: to do damage and do so without receiving so much as a scratch.

"Charge the cannon!" she yelled out, a destroyer was dead in front of the ship. Preliminary scans showed the shields had been damaged. More than enough for her cannon to rip through the ship as if it were nothing. Moments later, the cannon was ready. One nod to the cannon's operator and a massive beam tore from the ship, rushing at an extreme speed to the enemy's ship. On impact, anything in the beam's path seemed to implode in toward the beam. As soon as the beam dissipated all of its energy into the ship, it exploded, leaving little more than space dust. It no longer existed in this galaxy.

"Send word to [member="Kainan Wolfe"] and let him know that I have arrived as he requested. Also tell him that I do apologize for our tardiness," she said to her communication officer on deck. On her captain's controls she opened a comm channel to those she had come for. "This is Captain Sena of the Talavara. I have come to provide additional fire on the city. Our battlecruiser will be entering orbit shortly and join the assault on the city. [member="Kyle Raymus"] I will be assisting you with the anti-air problem. Our ship can take a beating and will act as a bullet shield if you can order bombers into the area. Let's make short work of their pitiful defenses."

The Talavara's engines revved, thrusting the ship as fast as it could muster toward the moon that they were targeting. The dark side of the force flowed through the ship, and flowed through Sena. The nexus of Force that existed in her ship powered her; gave her fuel. Soon this moon would belong to people who had much better uses for it. Sena had her eye on it for a particular reason that would have to wait until later.

The ship came into orbit of the moon, fighting the little amount of gravity there was. As soon as any of the city was within sight, the Talavara opened fire.

 

[Amaunet Asira]

The power rushed through the building like a massive wind, striking everyone within it's reach with a crippling doubt they would be unable to escape from. Those who were protecting the temple would fall to their knees, stuck in their own minds and vulnerable to the 40 soldiers. It was a slaughter. As she moved through the Temple, admiring the great architecture, she enjoyed the sounds of screams as Jedi after Jedi fell to her soldiers weapons. If any one wished to join in, they would have no resistance... at least not for a while.

It took several minutes to wind her way up to the Council Chambers. There, as she suspected, the Grand Master of the Council was on his knees, stuck in his mind like the rest. She suspected that his powerful mind would soon break the spell and she wanted to watch him as it happened, as he realized just how powerful his enemy was and faced her with the look of despair. His friends, his students, his people would all die for the cause of her and her God-king @Mythos. It was a powerful aphrodisiac to her mind and loins. The Eye would soon be theirs.

As she predicted, he started to blink away the confusion and self doubt. It would still effect him for some time to come, or would if she would allow him to live that long. Her dark hands moved with a sensuous slink over her black and grey fur and the gold silken dress that only covered the bare minimum of her. His eyes fell on her hands as if dumbfounded that anyone at a time like this could possibly find themselves in a state of arousal and then finally he looked up into her Anubian face. He recoiled visibly. Obviously he had not been expecting her species. Or perhaps even with the fur, he had not expected the head of a jackel. "Your people suffer and die. Give me the codes to your library."

As Amaunet spoke, her voice otherworldly to the Human, several of her soldiers entered into the chambers and took positions around each of the remaining Council members still enthralled in her spell. At a raised gesture from her, they stayed poised but did not kill them. The Grand Master looked around, taking in the obvious threat to his people. "Give me the codes to your library, Jedi." She said once more, though this time, she was not quite so cajoling. Her patience was wearing thin. She could have waited all day. It wasn't as if there was some specific place she needed to be, but Amaunet wanted to enjoy the slaughter of the misguided.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: find the chambers, kill the grandmaster
Location:Nebulgen sister
post: 4


Nomkneer had already reached the back of the capitol with no effort and he saw the gates, taking out the eye he ripped out earlier he checked if it has access to the chambers and upon introducing the retina, the gates opened.
blaster shots came into the chambers as they were pushing in headstrong.

"March forward dont stop till we reach our goal"

One by one all resistance were picked off as they kept on the offensive. traps were laid in the corridord composed of defense turrets, and other defensive tactics used by them. As the kaleesh kept on the march he felt the strong force energy coming from the grandmaster himself.

The ship outside kept destroying everything throughout the city while keeping watch of the front gates preventing the enemy from entering the capitol and assisting the rest of the guards inside. buildings demolished, towers collapsing, everything was covered in flames and rubble. Suddenly another force energy emanated strongly from the distance and it was attacking the troop of droids, another jedi master appeared but this one felt stronger than the last two jedi.

Whipping out his t'sabers Nomkneer preapred for battle with the jedi as it seems that he might be the last stepping stone between him and the grandmaster. The kaleesh dashes forward and both clash in a barrage of attacks as both their speeds increased with each arm movement. Using the force to push him to the wall Nomkneer used a double piercing attack with both weapons as he materialized the darkness for a hidden attack.

"you will be eliminated just like the rest of you jedi"

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: find the chambers, kill the grandmaster
Location:Nebulgen sister
post: 4


Nomkneer had already reached the back of the capitol with no effort and he saw the gates, taking out the eye he ripped out earlier he checked if it has access to the chambers and upon introducing the retina, the gates opened.
blaster shots came into the chambers as they were pushing in headstrong.

"March forward dont stop till we reach our goal"

One by one all resistance were picked off as they kept on the offensive. traps were laid in the corridord composed of defense turrets, and other defensive tactics used by them. As the kaleesh kept on the march he felt the strong force energy coming from the grandmaster himself.

The ship outside kept destroying everything throughout the city while keeping watch of the front gates preventing the enemy from entering the capitol and assisting the rest of the guards inside. buildings demolished, towers collapsing, everything was covered in flames and rubble. Suddenly another force energy emanated strongly from the distance and it was attacking the troop of droids, another jedi master appeared but this one felt stronger than the last two jedi.

Whipping out his t'sabers Nomkneer preapred for battle with the jedi as it seems that he might be the last stepping stone between him and the grandmaster. The kaleesh dashes forward and both clash in a barrage of attacks as both their speeds increased with each arm movement. Using the force to push him to the wall Nomkneer used a double piercing attack with both weapons as he materialized the darkness for a hidden attack.

"you will be eliminated just like the rest of you jedi"

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Matador moved back within the temple, crashing through the smoking embers of its burning remains. Bodies and lightsabers were discarded aimlessly along the floor, like a child had tipped over their toybox and left everything in disarray. That was all this was, childsplay. The Jedi, their great fortress? It all meant nothing. Around each planet, fellow Warriors faced against the members of their council. However, the foundations were all but swept out from under them. Each Jedi could feel it, the wincing pain of how the greatest and wisest of their order had fallen so easily.

Once more, forward. For the Tol Varen my son. Besiege those who would see our work undone!

Yes. This was what he’d hoped for, what his master; The Keeper had sought. The Matador would conquer these worlds, and soon his master would follow to rule under his iron fist. The Matador made his way beyond the entrance of the Temple, the bone and flesh of fallen Jedi crushed under his heavy crimson feet as he broke into a sprint towards the inner sanctum of the Jedi Temple. Their precious archives, their history resided within.

The door leading to the archive was defended by two automated turrets, firing rapid blaster fire in his direction.Oribuir’s plasma redirected the first few shots, allowing the Matador to break into a full sprint, his Beskar clad form absorbing the shots; his adrenaline causing any kinetic knockback to be all but nullified as he spun Oribuir into the first, crushing it under the momentum amplified weight of the blade, his fist crashing down into the second and causing it the explode. The scorching heat blackened the edges of the Beskar, colouring them a shade of deep crimson blood as his foot broke the metal door off its hinges, knocking it back several feet.

A green hue filled his visage, gleaming through the slits of his helmet as his eyes were met by hundreds of rows of Data Archives. He was here to destroy it, to wipe any record of the Jedi from the face of this planet. This was their home, where they had lived untouched by war for centuries. Now, the Matador had come.

War had come to their doorstep. The Jedi had gathered, all of them. He couldn’t begin to count them all. He assumed this wasn’t their total sum, likely more on others worlds. Still, numbers meant nothing. One could defeat many.

 

[Vora Kaar]

The raging sounds of battle were just outside. I could hear the various weapons that I had only heard of being fired, or used. Vehicles that were unknown to me were racing around. Muffled due to the building completely surrounding us. The problem was the "us." More so it was Myself, and them. Roella and her two handmaidens. I didn't care to learn their names. No need to learn their names when all I was really allowed to say was "Yes Ma'am." It made it ironic that the heir to the throne was stuck in a cell like I had once been. I still remember the day when I had first seen her. Being dressed up in a formal tunic and trousers, and presented before the heir of the throne. A 14 year old girl. A snob of a child that requested much of me. There was no friendship here.

Across the hall in a seperate cell from the rest of the ladies, it was very likely that we would be split up into different areas where we would be sold, or put to work. Or in the case of miss princess over here, used for a more "recreational activity." I hated the woman. But I did not wish that upon anyone. Not even her. Without my leatherwork armor, or my longknives, I was stuck. As much as these ladies were stuck as well. The silent whispers of their words and actions I let fade into the background. However, it was when beings who I knew were not guards came over, walked directly over to the women. Asking what they had. Standing up instantly, I rushed over to the bars as Roella introduced herself as she normally would. Rolling my eyes I spoke up directly after her.

"Forgive her. She comes from a place where women are not normally in situations like this."

Shaking my head, I continued while still looking directly at her with a look that asked her to even try and leave be behind, and I would find a way back to her mother.

"I am with these ladies and I am... in their servitude. Should you take them, I ask that you allow me to come as well."

[member="Roella Arwyn"], [member="Kainan Wolfe"],

 

[Kyle Raymus]

The invasion was going full force. The capital was surrounded. It was only a matter of time. The AT-AT was shredding the enemy walls as the Shrouded Republic forces advanced towards the capital of the frozen moon. Resistance was heavy, but the defenders were heavily outnumbered and out gunned. The army of the Shrouded Republic had reached the walls. Kyle jumped down from the AT-AT and slowed his fall with his jetpack, before rushing of towards the wall.

"Jumptroopers, on me. Take out the enemy guns up top. Once the AT-AT breaks the enemy walls we move in!"

60 Jumptroopers followed the commander as he charged towards the walls. They flew up to the battlements, shredding the enemy forces within. Soon, the cannons on the walls ceased firing and the AT-AT began to move into a proper attack position, closing distance to the wall significantly, before beginning to devastate it with heavy cannons. The Jumptroopers, or what was left of them, planted charges on the enemy weapons, and jumped off, returning to the rest of the forces. About 20 made it back out of the initial group. The rest fell to the hands of the defending forces.

It was at this moment that the Talavara, a lumbering beast of a ship, jumped into the system and began descending towards the surface of the moon. It fired it's massive cannons at the surface, quickly vaporizing what was left of the capital city's shields. Once the shields were down, it fired a few shots at the gates under siege from the Shrouded Republic. The gates crumbled, and Kyle's 1000 man force flooded into the city, firing blaster bolts in every direction, disintegrating the comparatively small defensive forces. Meanwhile, the other two groups were taking out anti-air artillery with ruthless efficiency, systematically clearing all emplacements in their path.

"Move in behind the friendly battle-cruiser, use it as cover from enemy fire." - Kyle ordered the bomber squadrons and the TIE/Reapers escorting them as the ships began to regroup a small distance away from the fortress that is the capital of the frozen moon.

The local law enforcement groups were making a stand with all they could but in the open area in front of the gates, they had no chance whatsoever. The AT-AT fired its cannons, taking out large groups of enemy soldiers in single salvos. The Shrouded Republic forces quickly cleared out the defenders at the gate and proceeded to move into the thinner alleys, shooting anything that attempted to resist in any way. Kyle's 128 man squad moved and tore through the city, until Kyle witnessed the ignition of 2 blue blades. A master and an apprentice. Kyle lowered his blaster and pulled the Endeavour out of it's scabbard, as the songsteel blade began to crackle with electricity. The 2 jedi pounced, forcing Kyle to retreat to a rooftop. They gave chase, and Kyle turned around. He was not retreating. The padawan was very inexperienced. Rash. He lacked any sort of patience and judgement. The youngling charged at Kyle, but his master didn't seem to care. The man followed suit. Both warriors moved with speed towards the Shrouded Officer who stood, blade raised in a Makashi stance. The Jedi attacked him. They fought in sync, like a well oiled fighting machine, but they lacked discipline. Kyle ducked between their blades, which crackled right above his head. Two stabs. One in the leg, the other to the blade hand. The master was incapacitated. That man was a master by name only, this place had very low standards.

The Padawan charged ferociously, screaming in fury as Kyle kicked the man aside. He didn't like killing, but he sure hated these people. He despised the Jedi. They were hypocritical, crazy. They were deeply misguided, thinking that they were doing good when they were merely abusing the power bestowed to them. Kyle blocked the boy's blade. The child stared, shocked by the fact that a "mere vibroblade, a weapon that is of no match to a lightsaber"- as he thought of it, easily stopped his weapon. Kyle fired a blast of electricity from his blade, knocking the child out before ordering two of his men to take them away. This moon was hopeless. It needed a new leader. One who isn't a crazy hypocrite.

[member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Sena"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Up until now, it had been childs play. The Matador knew he could not face each individually, he could not strike each down with a precise slash of his blade. He had to act as an entire force, unstoppable. He faced the many in silence, in solitude. They awaited him to make the first move, this was their mistake. He spaced his feet, feeling the force flow through him. A great surge of energy filling his body, pushing it beyond its natural capabilities, empowering him with speed and strength. His body launched forward, dashing forward with his massive blade in hand; he had no aim, no precision simply launching himself through the crowd of Jedi. His speed carrying him beyond them, Oribuir crushing and ravaging all those caught in its movement. His momentum was so great that dozens fell almost instantly. Oribuir crushed ten maybe twenty in mere moments as the force carried him beyond them. None fast enough nor strong enough to stop the nearly six hundred pound mass of a man. His feet met the ground once more, his body turning slightly as fear and confusion filled the expression of each Jedi within the room. Not all that had been struck by his blade had been killed, but injured beyond repair? Yes.

He was a tidal wave, coming down upon them all. And there was nothing, they could do to stop it. He dashed forward again, Jedi and bodies flinging into the air and being crushed under his weight, those in front of him, knocking back into their brethren, caught on their blades as many began to retreat. The ground was a red and purple mess of pulp and flesh, sabers lost amongst corpses as countless had fallen in his initial strike. The Matador heaved, feeling his heartbeat increase maddeningly in his chest, his eyes opened fully as he roared, slamming the hilt of his blade into the jaw of a Jedi, shattered the bones in his mouth and knocking him to the ground. The Matador tapped into his precognitive abilities, instinctively turning his blade behind his back; catching the strike of a Jedi, his body turned. The momentum of the strike allowing him to bring his body to face the Jedi. The Trandoshan over the Matador as he struck out his palm in his direction. He was vulnerable for a moment as the Trandoshans dual sabers struck at his neck, he dropped to one knee, sacrificing his mobility to avoid the strike. As the trandoshan landed, the Matador swung around, thrusting his foot out into the chest of the Trandoshan as the Matador propped himself up on his elbow, striking into the chest of his enemy. The Trandoshan was knocked back, crying out in pain as the Matador joined with a blood curdling roar as a saber cut along the length of waist. He was unable to respond, his mobility sacrificed as the Jedi spun above him, avoiding a desperate movement to catch his opponent.

The Matador fell entirely to the ground, his metal from slamming into the ground as he on the flat of his back, avoiding the strike of his opponent. The Matador rose, pushing himself up as his gauntlet caught another strike from the Jedi, his left arm swinging back to strike at the Jedi. However, this was his mistake as another Jedi struck in his periphery, slicing through his elbow and causing him to drop Oribuir. The Matador tapped into the force, filling his body with the strength to keep fighting as he pressed on the Jedi in front of him, kicking at his ankle, snapping it where he stood, allowing his arm to outstretch, grabbing him by the scruff of his robe and throttling him violently into the Jedi behind him. He noticed how their fear had begun to dissipate, those whom had avoided his first attack now returned to the fray, some helping those too wounded to safety, others racing towards him.

They would fall all the same.

The Matador struck with his left hand at the collarbone of the Jedi he’d thrown, causing him to drop his saber into his hand, allowing the Matador to cut through both as the second was still recovering from the collision with his brethren, careful not to strike his ally and therefore creating an opening in his defenses. He released his grip on the two, turning as another struck at him. He batted away her blade with the Jed’s he’d slain with little effort like an angry child. She staggered, and the saber he held sliced through her abdomen. He tossed the saber aside, calling Oribuir to his hand with the force, reaching him as he dashed backward, evading several Jedi. He brought Oribuir into a half sworded grip, parrying the first strike of his closest opponent, redirecting the strike to catch the blades of his friends. His half sworded grip allowed him to angle the end of the blade to strike through the Jedi as he parried the strike, slicing through his abdomen with a roaring blade of plasma within Oribuir, before retreating as another blade joined the fray, slicing through the thick of his knee. The Matador dashed backward, retreating yet a few other steps as he swung Oribuir in his immediate vicinity, causing his attackers to retreat as well.

 

[Mythos]

THE FALL OF NIBELUNGEN

The Eyes of Mythos never left young [member="Seras Rose"] as her victory over not only a padawan but also his master was displayed before his eyes. He approved of her victory, the way she earned the victory was by her own strength and that alone brought pride in him. With a whistle and a hand signal one small but very well armed and very fast infantry personnel off road vehichle blasted over the hill jumping over him and drove directly to her before hard breaking and opening it's doors. Inside a special forces operative gestured to her to jump in and began revving the custom ion engine the vehicle had.

While the main and larger force moved in through the main gate of the city taking from the walled defenses, Mythos planned of a swift and brutal attack to the halls of the order and the great military base in the center of the city. Already the might of the shrouded republic thundered above his head and the power of his own droid army marched behind him. He would take this city before his main force came here, that force was to occupy the planet not conquer it.

With a sharp kick Mythos rode his Tuk'ata hard and fast into his own lines as they flanked right over enemy fire to break through the city walls. Using his lightsaber on his left hand Mythos began deflecting blaster bolts back into machine blaster nests one by one until a path was clear over the walls and rocky hills for his Tuk'ata to climb through, close the distance and end the lives of those unfortunate enough to cross Mythos' path.

Behind him was the elite Nubian Strike force that with jetpacks and high end blaster rifles were able to keep the enemy pinned down until Mythos closed the distance and destroyed them by plasma, Tuk'ata force or sith lightning. For a good mile Mythos cleared the rocky hills and walled areas, his main force doubling back around ubntil finally they saw the entrance undefended and Groom with a corpse in his mouth and Mythos riding him confidently.

Mythos ripped off his cloak and held it above his head, the mighty flag of the The Ancient Eye flew above his side of the mountain outcropping, a signal that the final assault was about to begin. With his light saber he signaled the the air defenses, they called over gunships but before the ships could arrive Mythos lead his forces through the city in a blaze of violence, fire and plasma. Like a crack on crystal underwater the city began to flood with blood and violence. The force Mythos himself lead did not stop either in the air or on the ground until they had reached the order halls.

As a flanking element Mythos crushed whatever force [member="Kainan Wolfe"] pinned down, that was the entire idea. Kainan would force them to take cove and Mythos would come as a flank and destroy them or force them to surrender or retreat.

Fire began to incinerate the city slowly as Typhojem could not be controlled. His insatiable hunger devoured anything in his way that was not wearing the colors of The Ancient Eye and burn everything else.

Mythos himself lead the assault, and through the streets began to kill defenders and combatants as they sought to retreat. An armor division was fortified in the downtown portion of the main city but using the Boom Boom Squad he was able to push them back to a desired position then detonate the road beneath them, killing them all. Finally the last push was clear, enemy defenses and reinforcements broke, surrendered or retreated back into the city. Mythos regrouped his forces, held accountability in a hurry and began his siege on the Order Hall. No one in the Galaxy knew Sieges better than Mythos and when he set upon the order hall he was sure that the Artillery pieces were set up and that the entire compound was surrounded. "We break the hall" He said to the commanding officer. "We turn it to rubble or turn them to slaves..."
[member="The Matador"] [member="Kyle Raymus"] [member="Shaun Irons"] [member="Lord Furiel"] [member="Amaunet Asira"] @Sena @Kiso @Salij-Nekt [member="Neb-ka of Myth "][member="Roella Arwyn"] [member="Skorvek"]​

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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"]​

• Police Station
  Capital City, Nibelungen

The warlord's eyebrow twitched slightly. He found it even more intriguing that this prisoner was not only Force sensitive, but royalty as well. This just made things more interesting. "Well, Roella of House Arwyn, heir to the throne of Talravin, I am Kainan Wolfe," he said, as if he did not need to bother with titles. As if his name was enough of an introduction on its own. "The lockers for prisoner belongings should be right across the hall from the armory, if this building follows the standard layout used throughout the galaxy," he said, his hand pointing at the hallway which would lead to the armory. Before he could add more, his comlink beeped twice and the warlord pressed the activation button, allowing one of his sentries to report something, although the noise of the battle raging outside prevented anyone else but him from hearing the soldier's words. "Well, this just became more interesting," he said. "It would seem we have guests. Roella, why don't you go and grab your gear, then meet me outside. I'm going to have a chat with our visitors, in the meantime."

Turning to deal with the person in the other cell, he listened to the man's plea and nodded. "Stand back from the door," he instructed, then ignited his lightsaber. A few quick strokes and the hinges which held the door in place, were melted through and the door crashed inwards, slamming against the floor with a loud clang. "Follow closely behind Roella."

Outside, a group of deadly foes had surrounded all entrances to the police station. There were several soldiers, along with local law enforcement personnel, but it was the three Jedi which were the most dangerous. The Wolfguards had their slugthrowers pointed at the group from behind cover and they would unleash a terrible barrage against their foes, should they decide to storm the police station. This would not be an easy fight, for either side, but Wolfe's forces had the advantage of experience.

Kainan Wolfe exited the building with Tsesh Ovrak and two of his Wolfguards in tow and he did not seem concerned about the situation. One of the Jedi stepped forward, a young woman with short blond hair and green eyes. She spoke with a clear voice and showed no hesitation or emotion. "I am Sadie Callat, Jedi Knight. These are Par Mendelhall, my Padawan and Baxter Navin, another Padawan who's master died in the illegal attack on this city, by your forces. Surrender now and you shall be treated fairly."

The warlord responded with soft laughter, one which contrasted heavily with the pure hatred that emanated from him. But his hatred was not wild, untamed, like that of a Sith. It was focused and purposeful and Wolfe seemed to control it with the same tight discipline with which a Jedi kept his emotions in check. Sadie realized that this man in front of her, was not driven by his darker impulses at all. Instead, he wielded them like a weapon, just like a Jedi wielded the Lightside of the Force. A look of confusion appeared on her face. "You're not what I expected a Sith to be... What are you?" she asked, this time with a slight waver to her voice.

"I am the Lord of Shrouds," Wolfe responded, gravity in his voice. "I am what is necessary to save this galaxy from the most insidious evil it has ever faced," he said to her. The woman's expression changed to one of incredulity, shock and outrage. "To... Save the galaxy? Look around you!" she nearly yelled at him, her hand waving at the destruction all around them. "Is this what you call saving the galaxy? We are a peaceful planet that is dedicated to serving the Light, what purpose does all this horror serve?"

"Ah. The famous Jedi arrogance and hypocrisy," the warlord said, his tone acidic. "You speak to me of peace, even when your order stoops so low as to use child soldiers in battle. You speak to me of horror, when your precious Jedi code demands that its followers become mindless drones and that all other beliefs are wiped from the galaxy. Do not speak to me of good and evil, Jedi, you know nothing about either of them."

This man, this warlord who had brought war to her planet, not only claimed to be a defender of the galaxy, but actually had the gall to spit on everything Sadie had been brought up to believe. There is no emotion, there is peace, Sadie remembered and drew a couple of breaths to steady herself. It was clear that the warlord had no intention to surrender and was probably just stalling for time. She centered herself and ignited her lightsaber, bathing the shattered, blood-soaked courtyard in an eerie green glow.

The warlord sighed, igniting his own lightsaber, his a fierce-looking black that crackled like the embers in a fire. "Very well, Sadie Callat, Jedi Knight. Let us see if your conviction is stronger than my own," he said to her. "If any of her companions intervene, kill them all," he instructed his soldiers as he stepped forward, black blade raised in a Soresu stance, inviting her to strike.

Sadie charged forward, engaging Wolfe in a flurry of acrobatic Ataru moves that steadily drove him back. Swing after swing, she struck at him, her blade clashing into his, never giving him an opening to attack, but never touching flesh, either. What worried her, however, was the look on the warlord's face. Despite her pushing him back, he never wavered, or worried, as if it did not even cross his mind that he would lose this battle. What he did next, caused her to hesitate. He smiled.

"The Force is a chain, thus I seek Freedom," he began to recite, his voice clear and calm, directing his hatred and shaping it into a tool. Reaching out, he grasped what he was looking for and pushed, driving the girl back.

"Through Freedom, I find Truth."

Shifting from Soresu to Makashi, Wolfe delivered a series of quick, efficient jabs at her, putting her on the defensive as this time, he advanced.

"In Truth, I find Purpose."

Again, Wolfe followed that up with a flurry of diagonal swings, never giving her a moment's respite as his black blade weaved and danced, seeking an opening in her defense. She had been wielding lightsabers longer than he had, but this sheltered woman had never known war. Wolfe had fought in hundreds of battles.

"From Purpose, I gain Strength."

Changing forms again, he followed his attack with a series of swift, elegant Ataru jabs and slashes, matching her own form, though not as skillfully as she had done it. But this did not matter, as he did not give her the opportunity to exploit his lack of experience with this form.

"Through Strength, I bring Justice."

Just as she had picked up the pattern in his movements, the warlord changed form once again, following up on his elegant Ataru swings with a series of brutal Juyo attacks that pummeled her defense.

"Through Justice, I bring Peace."

She felt her reflexes slow down and she realized that he was wearing her out, using his superior strength and stamina as a devastating advantage in what had become a battle of attrition. As she realized that she was outmatched, a look of despair replaced her earlier Jedi calm.

"I shall break the chains."

Sadie raised her blade to parry his downward swing. But the swing never came. Instead, he feinted, bringing his black blade around hers with a flick of his wrist. She felt the smell of burning flesh a moment before the pain came. His blade had bitten into her left hip, all the way to the bone, sending her crashing to one knee. Wolfe followed up with a quick Makashi strike that sent her lightsaber flying from her grip.

Horrified, her Padawan dashed forward, lightsaber igniting as he ran, trying desperately to save his master and friend. "Par, no!" she yelled at him, but it was already too late. Wolfe had but an instant to look up and notice the incoming threat. The Padawan raised his blue lightsaber and then swung it horizontally, in a perfectly executed Makashi move. He never had the chance to strike.

Lightning leapt from the fingers of Wolfe's Sith bodyguard, striking the Padawan in the chest and sending him flying backwards. A look of joy and pure malice lit up the Rodian's face as he advanced forward, knowing what his master's command would be.

"Is this your famous Jedi honor?" Wolfe asked Sadie, looking down at her with disgust. "I would have kept my word. I would have let them live," he spoke. "Please, wait-" she tried to speak, to plead with him, to make him understand. Her plea was cut short as Wolfe swung his lightsaber in a graceful arc, parting her head from her body. Without looking up, he gave the order to his men. "Kill them all."

As the conquering army advanced through the capital, shattering its defenses, the group of Jedi and their followers died one by one, in this forgotten corner of the city.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Soro-Frigus, Landing Zone

"My Prophet, most of our remaining forces have reached the surface. They are awaiting your command to attack the city."

Gradually the cleared sectors had filled with the ships that made it through the initial assault in space. They made it through the atmosphere and to the ground mostly untouched by an planetary defenses, as from afar one could watch every defensive measure within the enemy city desperatly struggling with clearing out the rain of debris falling down on it.

"No. We have lost almost half of your troops, we lack the numbers to simply overrun them, nor do we have the weapons to get through their fortifications."

Despite the fact that her armor obscured her face, it was still easy to see that Echo, the leader of the Ghostmakers, was perplexed by the answer of her lord. Her body language showed clear signs of confusion as the eyes behind her helmet search for an explanation in the unmoving face of Abyss. Before she was able to ask further questions about his plan, the husk continued to speak.

"We will force them to meet us in open field. Gather your men, and the Leaders of the Legion and fortify the LZ. They have to be ready when the enemy comes for us."

The woman in the cybernetic suit raised her right in a quick salute, before walking away while indistinctly chattering into the comm insider her armor. Once she was gone, the Prophet himself turned around, towards the area where the most unique part of forces had touched the ground. Around him he could see the movements of his forces, watch as ships were taken apart to build walls and place turrets across the front line of the area.

In the back of the landing zone he was meet by the sight of two very distinct looking groups, one that was kept in a wild mix of bright colors, tribal symbols and marks of witchcraft, the other shrouded in black and red, their heads adorned by bones and decayed flesh alike. By the occasional glances traded between the two groups it was easy to see that there was certain level of hate between them, yet he expected no outright hostility while he was among them.

They needed no words, there was only one reason why he would personally come to command them in this moment. Upon his sight they rose, the Warlocks forming a circle, while the Necromancers stood in the middle of it, with the remaining slaves that made it through the assault right besides them. The Abyss began the chant, his right foot rhythmically stomping onto the ground. The Warlocks followed his lead, while Necromancers reached for crude knifes and blades. The death and blood of the slaves would give the spell power, the focus and chants of the Warlocks would give it form.

"Slonias ir mudasoki kia asimi ir jena'tes, oer tave galas iv savimi zinot gimti" ("Ice and wind to storms and darkness, until the last of them has fallen")

Slowly a wind began to dance over the icy desert, channeling into a growing storm blasting towards the world's only city.

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[Tathra Khaeus]

Pressing forward, he struck again, however feigned the strike; using his hand at the bottom of the blade to redirecting the strike, spinning his entire body around to carry enough momentum; dashing forward and catching each in Oribuir’s great length, crushing and slicing through each of them effortlessly.

He guided his blade’s blunt metal to return to his left palm as he dashed forward, passing the fallen Jedi. His feet carried him in greater bounds with such speed that he drew closer to those alone quicker than their companions were able. Hacking and slashing with a efficient brutality. The Matador knew war, they did not. Many foolishly struck alone, intending to pride themselves on the fall of such a grand beast. They carried little form or tactical assessment in their movements, only fear and the trust in an omnipotent force to guide their blades.

He was the only God present here. The Matador, he guided his own hands, his own body as though it were a weapon itself. He guided their weapons into the ridged curves of his armour, allowing himself within their feeble defenses. Regardless of how many stood, he was a warrior among children. He’d killed more men in a day than they’d ever even meet.

They stood little chance of survival, it was almost unfair. He wondered if perhaps, Caleden had known that. Perhaps in his dying moments, his desperate attempts to end the battle quickly, where in effort to prevent this realisation dawning upon his brethren. They were weak, it was clear that even he knew it. In his last moments he knew he’d failed entirely. It proved to him the futility of kindness, of hiding those under your rule from the truth of the world. There were others out there, like himself. What service were you doing to those under your, by hiding them? What greater good does it serve to shelter them, allowing them to believe their frailty would be accepted by the world. It was a lie, kindness was a illusion that only existed in the hearts of those who practised sophistry to ignore the ugliness around them.

The Matador cut down several more, destroying their archives to with fiendish swings of his blade; each and every Jedi within sight soon fell.

The Matador moved deeper into the Temple, feeling the force draw him deeper like moth to flame. The irony being in how the Temple was burning down around them, the fire almost having totally consumed the majority of the Temple, the remaining Jedi had retreated to the inner vaults, attempting to retrieve and escape with whatever artifacts they had that remained. He would not let them.

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Salij took a wrong turn somewhere, as the Anubian ended up moving toward another force. They seemed to be surrounding a compound, ready to lay siege to it. Salij joined with the forces, attempting to reach @Mythos. It wanted in at the front of the action, to charge in. Salij had trained as a brutal soldier. It held it's two-ended axe in front and moved to beside Mythos. "Human. I assume you are in charge here, of this siege?" The anubian asked, looking about to observe and admire the siege forces. Salij extended it's axe out, longways. "Consider myself as assistance. I shall clear as many as I can." It wanted action, battle. Craved battle.

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[Tathra Khaeus]

The Vault Doors were made of a faded maple wood, imbued with a light side aura. He could feel it, like an impenetrable steel rather than fragile wood. The Matador stood, chest heaving as Jedi lay skewered behind his massive form. He could sense them, a few remaining Jedi had retreated within the vault just as the fighting had begun. He could feel their collective power outweighed even Caleden, the Grandmaster. They were likely members of the Council, the majority of whom governed the various moons and planets within the system. However, it seemed that a few remained here on Edemar to train the Jedi.

The Matador raised an iron fist, pressing it against the left half of the door; attempting to push it back with his iron fist. However, it did not budge, nor did the wood dent whatsoever. Instead, his fist was repelled by a force of some kind. The shield shimmered in response to his strike, acting like waves collecting at the edge of the doors frame as he struck again, harder this time. The Matador reeled back, striking at both halves of the door again and again, his left gauntlet slamming into the ethereal protection of the door once more.

​"RAGH!"

​The beast of a man growled in frustration, his breath quickened as he felt his heart pound in his chest. He stopped for a second, reaching for a small metallic compartment on his thigh containing his medicine. Yet, a tenacious arrogance caused any concern for his overworked heart to plummet as he felt his rage climb into his throat, his fists rising and striking with force imbued strength again and again. The shimmers became more like glass, and less like water as time passed. He began to feel his fists grow heavy with every strike, the force carrying him beyond what he was capable of.

​So much death, yet he continued. He closed his eyes, imagining how his brethren would look upon his hesitation. His weakness.

​It caused his strikes to gain momentum and power, the powerful thuds causing the door to shudder against its foundations as the shield cracked, shimmering like glass as the compacted force of his continued strikes carrying one door into the room ahead, and the other halfway of its hinges. Ahead of his, were empty shelves and three empty altars. A single women lay barely clothed, clawing at the ground in a fetal position as she glistened in a lake of her own sweat. She, had been the source of the shield.

​A massive red hand, found her throat. Pulling her ailing form close to the hunched Matador.

​"Where are the remaining Jedi?"

​Her eyes shifted with great effort to the void filled slits of his helmet, her eyes carried many tears, red and tired, sickly even. Her frown mustered for a moment before relaxing as she let out her last breath. The Council had disappeared with their relics. The Matador had failed in their capture. However, the Temple had fallen.

​The Matador retraced his steps towards the end of the battle, instructing the Tol Varen warriors whom followed to collect the sabers of the fallen Jedi from the wreckage of the Temple once the fires had faded. He intended on collecting each as a trophy.

 

[Darth Abyss]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwL8j7oXyZw

Soro-Frigus, Landing Zone

The storm had come for the enemy.

From a distance it was possible to see as devastating winds scourged the city, breaking towers into raining ruins deadly to those not already ripped from the ground by the sheer force of nature.

Abyss still stood among the circle, repeating the spell that allowed him to submit the storm to his will over and over with the aid of his warlocks. The snow around them was painted red by the blood of those they had sacrificed to channel the power needed to reach such a level of destruction. They had not only robbed the enemy of their options, but forced them into despair. He could sense the fruitless efforts of the light to hold the arcane forces crashing into the walls of their city at bay, and he could sense their fear as they failed time and time again.

The husk raised his right, and in perfect unity the chant died down. Leaving the storm to roam and ravage on its own was a danger to all, not just the enemy, but they had more important things to prepare for. Even if the winds would turn, victory would be his long before it could reach him.

As the sith lord turned away from the remains of the ritual, one of his agents stepped towards him. Shrouded in a heavy black robe not unlike that of his master, the man had waited in the cold for Abyss to finish his incantation. Now that they had released their most crippling weapon, it was time to clean the world of those that remained.

"My Lord, the enemy has reacted exactly as you predicted. Their forces have left the city, and they are inbound on our position. Our troops are almost ready with the fortification of the LZ, and they eagerly await your command."

With a nod the husk acknowledged the words of his commander, quick steps carrying him besides him to the frontline they had set up. From debris and actual ships walls had been created there, framed by turrets and all kinds of makeshift weaponry quickly attached to the defenses. Behind them his men had gathered, some of them cheering as their leader came into sight. With a raise of his left he called them to be silent, and then his voice rose, loud enough to blast along the walls for all of them to hear.

"Brothers and sister, for long we have suffered. Our home was stolen, our blood shed and our kin buried in Malachor's dirt. I say no more. Today we claim a new home, a new sanctum for all of those like us, all that embrace freedom and the utter chaos that comes with it. May the blood of our enemies baptize this place so that even the Jedi will know, that the Prophet's hand is endless."

The cacophony that followed his short speech was mind numbing. Countless voices accumulated into a indefinable stream of sound, cheering, shouting, cries of battle and war. Neither the enemy, nor anyone else in the galaxy, was prepared for what was about to come.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Seras Rose]

Approval. That was all Seras had needed to see. It was there, he was far off but she could feel it. She had done well in that battle. That was enough for now. She was working on bringing herself back up to her feet when the well armed troop transport landed, opening its doors and a soldier inside beckoning her in. Pushing power into her legs she leaned forward and lazily jogged into the transport. Her entire body was still racked with pain, not the least of which was the constant burning in her left shoulder from the lightsaber. Looking around she found a medic, reaching over and grabbing the man's shoulder she motioned to her own wound. "I have my own supplies on my, but i can't treat this wound myself." Seras said, pulling out some basic first aid materials. Bacta compress patch, bandages, the usual. In truth it was nothing she couldn't do on her own, but it was faster to have someone else do it for her and they didn't exactly have time to waste.

A few moments later and the bandage was in place, Seras rolling her shoulder carefully to test the strength of the bandage. Satisfied it was going nowhere she nodded thanks to the medic, turning down a offer of stims or shots to numb the pain. Neither were needed. Sure they would be a great aid to a normal soldier, but not to one who used the force. They would just get in the way. Clearing her mind she focused on controlling the pain her body felt while the transport rolled along to its next destination. From what she heard, they were going to be dealing with the Temple of the Order next. It was to be a siege, one that to her understanding was already started to be waged in its early stages. Their task in particular was going to be sneaking into the Temple and blowing open a hole for the rest of their forces to pass through. Simple enough in theory, but few things were ever simple in practice when dealing with Jedi. Which is part of the reason Seras was here, to help the two squads deal with any enemy Jedi during their mission.

They were headed for the eastern side of the temple, a area where they suspected they could find a way to access the temple without being seen. Though if it was true was yet to be seen, they had already taken over that sector so traveling to it was safe enough. Upon arriving they quickly disembarked several blocks away from the area, going the rest of the way on foot. With the general chaos going on in the city streets, the flames and the accompanying smoke, sneaking up to the Temple with the small group was surprisingly simple. As the group ranged out, looking around they found a area that had been hit by a explosive round lower down that had opened up a passage into the deeper underground section of the Temple. Fitting just one fully suited up commando through was hard, they couldn't get any significant amount of troops in through it. But they could sneak in a small force like what was present and that is exactly what they did, Seras and the two squads managing to squeeze their way inside. The immediate area they were in seemed like some form of either old holding cells or detention block, though it did not look like it had been used in ages. That disrepair was probably the reason why the off target artillery round had managed to crack a hole to this lower level at all.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Soro-Frigus, Landing Zone

By now the forces of the light had crawled close to the position of the Prophet's Legion.

The husk stood besides the leader of the Inner Eye, a display besides them showing feeds from the scopes of countless sniper rifles aimed at the approaching enemy. At the head of the marching army stood a man in a heavy brown robe, made to withstand the cold of his home. Within the remaining lines one could see glimpses of others like him, but other then their brave leader they remained hidden behind their soldiers.

"Release the Dead."

On the command of the Prophet, a makeshift gate was ripped open. Blood began to taint the snow, as the broken corpses of those sacrificed to call the storm began to stumble out into the battlefield. To others it was probably a gruesome sight, but to Abyss it had something almost comedic to watch the mindless creatures try to conquer the harsh terrain in front of them. Hundred undead were nowhere near enough to beat or even stop the enemy forces, but they served an entirely other purpose. They were there to sow fear in the hearts of the common soldiers, and call the jedi to unit at the head of their army to show their defiance in the face of eldritch corruption.

Once again everything proceeded as he had foreseen. On the display he watched as the enemy troops came to a halt, the moment their scouts caught sight of the deranged horde of dead bodies marching towards them. It was only a matter of minutes until the jedi stood at the top of their army in a united front, their colorful sabers glowing as a guiding light to those filled with fear.

"Target acquired, Target acquired, Target acquired..."

The chatter of his sharpshooters continued, every time a rifle caught a clear position on any Jedi that appeared to be of importance. The display now showed crosshairs hovering above the heads of countless jedi. In their attempt to counter the fear of the Prophet's arcane might, they gave him the opportunity to injure or kill them outright before the battle had even started.

"Fire."

Focused on the approaching undead and numbed by the oppressing presence of the darkness, few of the Jedi realized what was happening before it was to late. In almost perfect unity bullets passed over the battlefield, finding most of their targets. While the most of them still managed to avoid deadly hits, only two remained uninjured. The rest now had to deal with crippling wounds, some falling to their knees right in front of those they meant to lead.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Amaunet Asira]

He shook his head again, but his eyes fell to his comrades. She grinned, wide and toothy, the grin of the justified. Amaunet served her Gods and left all other things to that faith. It was powerful and the Jedi could sense it. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would torture every single member left of his council and when she was done here, she would take to the streets if she had to to slaughter hundreds before him in whatever painful manner her creative mind could dream up next, all to get him to give up this single and small secret. What use would protecting those archives be if there were no jedi to use them in the future.

She could see the decision making process across his face like a child's map, so easy to read she couldn't help but trace it's lines across his face. When he finally gave in to her demand, though he had not said anything yet, she knew. The glint of her ceremonial armor fell across him as she straightened and handed him a datapad. He entered the proper codes in front of her so she could recall them later as needed. Then he passed it to her. She secured it to her waist before addressing him again.

"The Jedi fight their squabbles amongst their own kind, what code should you follow, what kind of life should you live, who's faction is greater, aggression vs non-agression... it is meaningless. You as a people have no faith. You will always fall to the will of others because you have nothing strong keeping you alive. You are a shallow husk and do not deserve the power you have been given. It is sad to see what you do with it. In the end, you will all suffer ultimately paying the price of death without promise of hereafter and having done nothing of significance."

"We help people!" He responded.

"What is this help?" She asked, laughing softly as she slowly lowered herself to her knees before him. Even kneeling, she was taller than him by at least a foot and a half. Her presence engulfed him. Her voice somehow soft and soothing, almost alluring. "Your help has only maimed, killed or destroyed in some fashion, those you claim to serve. Your help is a greater loss to them than if you left them alone to their troubles. You Jedi care not for your collateral damage. Had it been intentional, you might have made yourselves decent Sith, but alas, you cannot even claim that. This idea that you help others is a delusion of epic proportions and is laughable."