Everything needs a Hostile force

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Dromund Kaas aboard Corona armed Frigate.
Tags: [member="Avarice"] [member="Xrawylz"] [member="Xer'ir"]


It was true. Every Galaxy needed a hostile alien force. With the Sith fighting among-st themselves and Republic now reduced into nothing but a raggedy rump state, The rise of a new empire would arise from the depths of deep space. That was the idea anyway. Levitating around his lab Osynth carefully prepared tools for experimentation.

" Prepare the ship for combat. I need some specimens." Obek said calmly. His large pitch black eyes scanned the lab once more. Leaning back his tall slender body drifted back to the door way. Everything was in order now all he had to do was contact the other members of the Syndicate of Spheres.

" Contact the other leaders.."

 

[Xrawylz]

Location - Telos IV, Equatorial Sunset- A Corona Class Armed Frigate

He had gotten the call, it was time. He had his small fleet in orbit above Telos, the Syndicates show planet, it was intentionally left alone for a reason, they needed at least one planet to look nice to keep good relations with other factions. He ordered his fleet to head to Dromund Kaas, asap. He engaged his fleet into hyperspace, and went towards the planet. This would be the first show of force of this new faction, he could not let everyone down.

His fleet eventually arrived over Domund Kaas, what ever citizens were on the planet would not know anything was coming yet, but the would soon know the power of the syndicate. He met up his fleet with the [member="Osynth Obek"]'s fleet, and ordered his fleet to attempt to prevent anyone from getting on the planet, though it definetly would not be perfect, it would have to do for now, they did not yet have the rescources to make blockades yet, but soon, they would have enough.

He sent a message to Osynth. "We have arrived" Was all the message said.
[member="Avarice"]
[member="Xer'ir"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Unlike the traditional leaders of a Government, Avarice was a man on his own. Though he was in a position of power, his control was in a different sense; he was the Enforcer, a being that was sent to the most hostile of regions, cast about to those that were traitors, or control the populace when the time arises. Such as now. Battle would ensue, so that their people could obtain specimens.

Who better to be present then their chief combatant?

Walking steadily about the bridge of his ship, Avarice stared out the front window of his ship. Snapping his fingers, he said gesturing to one of his technicians, he said, "Return contact. Let them know we will be arriving soon enough." Then with a wave of the hand, his chair hovered in his direction. Climbing aboard it with a swift assured fluidity, he relaxed until the facade was once more in place: an immobile being with no use of his limbs.

Little would anyone be aware he did indeed have use of them. Though not for long periods, nor for heavy lifting.

Soon enough the lift was moving close to the rear of the ship, towards the exit ramp. A message was sent to his allies, "I am ready."

[member="Osynth Obek"] [member="Xrawylz"]

 

[Xer'ir]

[member="Osynth Obek"] | [member="Xrawylz"] | [member="Avarice"]

Xer'ir knew the time had begun to stop his mindless assaults against small civilizations, he knew it was time to show the subsentients their place in the galaxy. Perfect timing, as one of his fellow leaders had called for him. As the head of this faction, he wasn't exactly one to show his face outside of his ship, but this was the perfect opportunity to start showing the power of the Syndicate of Spheres. He immediately alerted his fellow modified Corona-class Armed Frigates and Flarestars. The ships exited hyperspace over the planet as Xer'ir hailed them, "Greetings my fellow leaders. This is an abduction and colonization effort I presume? Do not wait on my account." He said, as his fifteen other Corona-class Armed Frigates exited Hyperspace behind him, immediately moving down to the planet and entering their atmosphere.

"Commence the cleansing."

The Corona's under Xer'ir's command launched their Flarestars as they all began swarming the planet, terrorizing any small civilizations they came across.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

[member="Xer'ir"]
[member="Avarice"]
[member="Xrawylz"]

A smirk formed across Obeks face as he received his OK. The Columi forces could now start gathering what they needed and that included other species. " Prep for take off I need a good view." The Corona armed Frigate lit up with sudden activity. Soon the ship was hovering from the open field it rested apon. Departing into the sky Obek pointed to various other droids telling them what to do and where to go.

Obeks ship compared to the rest that were incoming was closer to the destination and that how he liked it. The view ports opened on the main deck providing a light to fill the ship interior.

" Now I wait. Those that survive this will wish they didn't." he uttered to himself as he levitated his body closer to the window.

 

[Xrawylz]

Xrawylz activated his tac map on a table which would be a temporary thing until his TSA armor was finished. He ordered his ships to start landing troops who would capture as many sub sentients as possible, and raze any towns and villages. The frigates started flying down into the atmosphere, some of them would land releasing troops, while some of them would stay in the air releasing large amounts of flarestars. They would abduct as many people as possible to gain more specimins for [member="Osynth Obek"], they would be needed for his experiments. It seems as if nobody would stop them, nobody could stop them, for they were the Syndicate of Spheres Diversity alliance, and no one could stop them. He sat down and started micromanaging his military division, he would not leave any sub sentient untouched.

[member="Xer'ir"]
[member="Avarice"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

As his ship landed, Avarice readied to descend. He would be the first strike against the populace, he and his crew. There were dozens of men on his Frigate, including Andoliths, Twi'leks, and other species, all armed to the teeth. Some were trained by way of the Force, but none were as strong as Avarice. Hailing the others he said, "I am topside. The assault begins now. Remember, do not attack my coordinates!"

With that, he pulled his chair down onto the bleak ground. Glaring around, he called to his men, "Go. Kill everything. The others will be down to pick out specimens. When they do, protect them. Remember folks, your the first assault, and the last to leave!"

With that he accelerated towards the nearest city.

@Xrawylz@Osynth Obek[member="Xer'ir"]

 

[Xer'ir]

[member="Avarice"] | [member="Xrawylz"] | [member="Osynth Obek"]

Underneath Xer'ir's exoskeleton he grinned, watching the mayhem ensue. "Release the soldiers, let the terror truly begin." He said as he watched on. His Flarestars began landing, dropping off troops to ravage through the districts, causing terror to any subsentients they came across. Grabbing them, choking them, or tossing them around. Even more troops were unloaded as some of the Corona-class ships landed, dropping them off before rising back up to hover over any small settlements.


"Avarice, show them what happens when they defy us. Show them what happens when our forces aren't enough to make them submit. You are the face of us right now, make us proud."

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

[member="Xer'ir"] | [member="Avarice"] | [member="Xrawylz"]

With the chaos ensuing now was the perfect time to begin his search for survivors. Osynths feet touched the ground lightly as his used of levitation ended. His enhanced legs flexed supporting his weight. Turning around Osynth glanced at a panel and with a light touch of a button a small closet like area opened up revealing his small armory. Large black eyes gazed at a single personalized Bio-suit. Designed to protect him from outside elements and give him the strength to force his will apon those who resist his ways.

" I am suiting up and going down. The razed areas I will search in full." he spoke aloud so the comms could transmit the message to the other leaders. After several minutes Osynth Obek's ship landed by some ruined homes. Back port ramp fell on the charred ground causing dust to stirr. Slowly Osynth walked down the ramp revealing his suit in full.

 

[Xrawylz]

Xrawylz started marching troops onto the few villages and towns, burning them all, and taking any subsentients back to the ships, those who were not subsentient were taken onto the ships to be relocated. He told his communications officer to send a message to the other leaders "Prepare your troops 12 hours before this planet burns" He sent to them. He then sent down a program to all of the devices on the planet, any that survived would get a countdown of exactly 12 hours, in 12 hours this planet would burn, in 12 hours the alliance would be known to the galaxy, Xrawylz knew few who would challenge them, and those that did would be destroyed.

[member="Osynth Obek"]
[member="Xer'ir"]
[member="Avarice"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Osynth Obek"] [member="Xrawylz"] [member="Xer'ir"] [member="Avarice"]

There had been a time when excavating Dromund Kaas, containing its artifacts, and eradicating its threats had been among Rave Merrill's primary businesses. That time was long past -- nearly half a decade by the galaxy's count, maybe thirty years subjectively. She'd seen some things in the intervening age, but that story was irrelevant. What mattered was that she'd returned to Hythe Park at exactly the wrong time, too old and poor and Light-oriented to be recognized.

Hythe Park had held on by its teeth since Dromund Kaas was plunged into a temporary ice age. Various reclamation efforts had reversed much of the environmental damage, but the place was still cold and isolated and impoverished. Commander Adraste Boudica still served as its leader and protector, alongside three hundred troops. Boudica and Rave had a history, not all of it good, but she'd spent enough time around Hythe Park that leaving it to be raided was simply not an option.

There was a rocky pinnacle near town. As Boudica's troops fortified Hythe Park -- a couple of hundred thousand people crammed into what had once been a Kaas City slum -- Rave climbed the slope. Her old prosthetic leg clicked and rasped with every step, but if this was the price of defending something worthwhile, so be it. Whoever these alien raiders were, Boudica's people were used to repelling Sithspawn. On ground, the newcomers would need serious numbers to make headway. But Hythe Park had little that could stop air power -- starfighter overflights and the like.

That was where Rave came in.

She came to the pinnacle, an ancient shrine crammed with junk a thousand years obsolete. The Force swelled around her, and the inventor began to think. Any Force-sensitives among the enemy would sense her clearly, though perhaps not well enough to find a precise location.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

[member="Osynth Obek"] [member="Xrawylz"] [member="Avarice"] [member="Xer'ir"] [member="Rave Merrill"]

Wind thrash was howling, roaring down from the frozen swamp cantons. An unseasonable weather front was approaching over the split crags lining the eastern palisades, granite teeth capped permanently white, the natural frontier barrier that separated Hythe Park against continental wastes. Hardy, gloss-backed murders of drummond crows flew abreast of the blizzard conflagration, black and cawing. Hythe locals, too poor and too lucky to have died under the Mandalorian bombardment, swore under their brief, winging clouds.

Street fires lit in disused ammo drums were hauled inside and fed for heat. Park Irregulars dressed in ragged fatigues under ceramic pauldrons scurried up to makeshift watchtowers, passing through vertical gardens of angel moss kept sealed in the few remaining high rises. Commander Boudica's iron-grit voice jarred over the broadcast horns mounted in the public squares. Her troops, the Last Battalion, busied with outskirt fortification. Salvaged flak-cannons and infantry mortars were bolted to frozen stone and brickwork. Wintry camouflage wreathed their once blacked uniforms, each sporting retrieved blaster carbines modified for fighting in the wretched, apocalyptic tundra. A few sang old regiment hymns.

Through dint of chance and association, Seydon of Arda made an occasional bodyguard. Rave Merrill had called in a favour. They had made landfall roughly thirty six hours prior and had been busy scouring the glacial, former mangrove territories spanning in the Kaas wilds. It was cold work, treacherous work. Cammander Boudica called, both were busily warming near portable fusion-heaters in a derelict smokehouse resting by an iced-over river accosting beside Hythe Park. Barbarically simplified long-range radar detected heat blooms in the tundra. Super-sonic motion. Unknown parties making landfall, heat-spill that was too much like weaponry discharges. Death was coming. In two words, she made her plea.

“Help us.”

The Dunaan sat posed in a trance-kneel on the ground, knees pushing into a threadbare sheet bundle. He occupied a lean-to hoisted at the pinnacle's foot-stones. Atop, mounting the tiny shrine, was Miss Merrill. Chill was hollowing out the flesh inside his ears and put an ache inside his bones. Seydon stilled against the shiver, focusing with laser-intensity. A roll of oiled leather plied open before him and he selected a pale-watered vial, tugging it from a leather loop. He tugged the stopper free, swigged it, and endured the half-minute torture of vile, alchemic decoctions lacing molten heat up through his arterial bodies. A clot burst out of one nostril.

But his flesh was fire-hot and muscles and tendons wound tighter than beskar coils. Dressed in Rave's hand-sewn Farwalker gear, he put the hood over his brow, clenched his gloved fingers into esoteric shapes, and let the darker parts of his grey matter open up. Force power swam up in a current towards Miss Merrill, a supplement to give her action an extra bite.

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Casting his head to the right, Avarice stared...

What was that? Some kind of energy thrummed in the distance. It was a deep change in the Force, and it was not something he was sure he even understood. Why would so much energy be amassing in a singular local

"Nope." Avarice said plainly to himself, "No. Not goin that way." With that, he continued on his path until they came upon the village he sought.

"Burn this place to the ground!" Avarice yelled, as his mind lifted two medium sized boulders to whip through the air. Bashing through tents, and all things in the way, they created despair. But Avarice gasped at such intense swift stress on his mind for a moment.

[member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Xrawylz"] [member="Osynth Obek"][member="Xer'ir"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Avarice"] [member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Xrawylz"][member="Osynth Obek"][member="Xer'ir"]

A ship descended through the overcast sky, a Corona-class armed frigate. She'd spent some time in the Techno Union, enough to become acquainted with their allies' ancient designs. Close to four hundred metres across, saucer-shaped, infinitely alien. Grappling and capture capabilities. She laid out the basics of it to Seydon, voice tight with apprehension, then pulled out a comm linked to the old Sith Empire hypernet nodes throughout the Stygian Caldera. The comm's chronometer began counting down from twelve standard hours.

[member="Isley Verd"]

Planetary invasion in progress. Dromund Kaas. Perpetrators unknown. Deadline twelve hours. I'm currently with Seydon of Arda overlooking Hythe Park in old Kaas City. Preparing a welcome.

R.M.

Rave closed the folding comm and tucked it back into the pocket of her robes. "We have twelve hours," she said, "if their countdown is truthful and not a red herring. Give me a moment."

She shut her eyes and delved into time, into Aing-Tii flow-walking and her closely related mastery of aperion, to get a sense of possible futures. "Unless something major changes," she said, "nothing significant will happen until then. After that...blood and fire." She opened her eyes as the future-sense faded, and refocused on the tall, white-haired man beside her. "It seems they're being truthful. So. We have twelve hours. In the old days, I'd have said that's eleven and a half more than I need. So, let's see, what needs to happen. We need to give Hythe Park the means to defend itself, or create some kind of a barrier that will keep them from being attacked. A shield charm of that magnitude almost certainly can't be done; you'd need a Kressh Gauntlet effect with exponentially higher coverage area. Force shielding a city, in essence. Ashin Varanin once made one that could cover a subcapital starship, but even that was ambitious as hell.

"We have the potential option of taking that ship right there, then using it against the other ships. I think we could pull off the first part and probably fail the second, unless we somehow scare them away. Now, I've placed a call to a high-calibre area-of-effect mentalist -- do you know Isley Verd? -- but who knows if he can get here within twelve hours. So I may have to improvise.

"We might have the option of alchemizing that ship, or parts of it, in such a way as to remove the threat to Hythe Park. Warped circuits, that kind of thing. The risk is that they'd open fire or malfunction and fall on the city.

"Even together, I'm not sure we could physically move a ship that size. Let's take that off the table right off the bat.

"Dromund Kaas has certain areas, some of them nearby, where electronics just don't work. We could use that somehow, awaken it, stretch it up towards these ships. I've done some work with that aura." She patted her sidearm. "Think ion discharge or electromagnetic pulse, but shields can't stop it. Only real issue is that the ships are directly over the settlements -- the falling thing. That, and it's a planet's worth of auras and ships. Hythe Park is too big to evacuate, even into something relatively theoretically structurally safe like Jurgoran. Uh, minus the terentateks."

Time remaining: 11:52:00.

 

[Darth Metus]

On my way.
-IV

It seemed as though [member="Rave Merrill"] had some degree of luck on her side, for her apprentice was...relatively...nearby. He wasn't in bum-kark-Dagobah in terms of location, so getting to Dromund Kaas in twelve hours was within the realm of possibility. Frankly, given the favorable circumstances, Isley could realistically be there in six. His vessel, the Mie'yebo, put to work a pair of key items. The first was its Silkworm Hyperdrive. The second was its exceptional navicomputer. With the latter having been upgraded with Baobab data, Isley had the speed and the directions to navigate a path to Kaas very, very karking fast.

As he dove into Hyperspace, the Dar'manda racked his brains. Dromund Kaas was a snow globe. Yes, it was being terra formed, but at present it still had the scars from Larraq's famed offensive. That meant the stink of death was still upon that world: untold millions extinguished in an instant. With such demise came an affect upon the Force. With such demise came...potential. Of course, how that potential would be used depended upon the finer details. Details that his master could provide when he got there.

For now, he just had to prepare.

Niles, I need the Ferocity, the Krait, and the Sentinel at Kaas in 12 hours. Plausible?
-IV.

ETA 10 hours. Do I even want to know? ~ Niles B.

No, you don't.

Help was on the way.

(OOC//Not fangirling that I'm in a thread with [member="Seydon of Arda"] or anything. Nope. Not at all.)

 

[Xer'ir]

[member="Osynth Obek"] | [member="Xrawylz"] | [member="Avarice"] | [member="Rave Merrill"] | [member="Seydon of Arda"] | [member="Isley Verd"]


"Invade the settlements, send all of our soldiers, begin terrorizing the subsentients and cqpturing some. Wreak havoc among their homes and overwhelm them with our incredible numbers." The prime ordered, broadcasting the order to all of their ships.

"Move our ships into position and make sure the weapons are ready, this is the ultimate test for our mothership." He eagerly grinned with sinister intentions

 

[Seydon of Arda]

[member="Isley Verd"] [member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Avarice"] [member="Xrawylz"] [member="Osynth Obek"]

“Just by reputation,” Seydon answered after Verd, wiping dew and frost out from his eyebrows and chin scruff. Steam coiled off his exposed face, pupils now dilated tight into cat-eye slits, still bloodshot from the decoction. “Mercurial and terrifying when he wants to be. Not someone you want provoked.”

A juddering klaxon, hoarse as a threnody, blasted overhead. They looked up again at the heralding saucer-ship pressing at a stately clip through crackling cloud banks. Static discharges lit up as flaring corposant across the vessel's active shielding, peeling off streams of fog as it began slowly righting itself into position, hovering over Hythe Park. A low, groaning hum sounded from the stationed troops. Some hovering death-ship: of course, what else could it be?

They weighed options. Seydon thoughtfully disengaged the old coat about his shoulders and draped the long cloak over Rave's shoulders, after watching her shiver through her speech, staving off cold and nerves. The Dunaan was a hairsbreadth from arguing Jurgoran could briefly support a mass-resettlement, and then considered: deep, lightless, crawling with inhospitable lifeforms, little food, cramped passageways. Barely siege-worthy. Supporting a hundred thousand bodies for any length of time was impossible. Starvation and proximity would breed poxy quickly. A breakdown would follow closely. Before long, they'd be the same half-dressed, pale, feral and insane tribe-things he once encountered (and slew) years and years prior. Not a chance.

“You said you could stop them firing,” Seydon said. Rave corrected: not including outlier influences, there was a one-in-so-many-numbers possibility of extending her noetic influence and 'touch' at certain globules of circuitry. Delay the firing process, cause malfunction, at the risk of toppling thousands of durasteel tonnage onto Hythe Park. It wasn't their sole option

“Verd's got half a day to show,” The Dunaan said against a wintry squall buffeting them. He checked his timepiece. “Less than. At best, if we're cinders, we can be avenged. Rave, do whatever you have to. Whatever you want to. I know how this works.”

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Dromund Kaas, among ruined homes. 5 Miles from nearest settlement with life.
Objective: Capture Live subjects.

" I am also now on the ground. These are my coordinates." Osynth sent his location to the others with the press of a button on his wrist panel. The Bio-suit he wore made him look massive, this was only due to the Columi anatomy but nevertheless the suit still worked. With each step Osynth took the dirt trembled and dust stirred. Scanning the the area for signs of life Obek hunched over slightly only to jog from his ship to the nearest destroyed home.

There were only burnt remains. Behind the mask and helmet of his suit Osynths face remained expressionless. How many more settlements would be exactly like this? The Columi's need for live subjects was at a all time high. The other Leaders were more interested in the new technology that the mothership could provide but Osynth was nore interested in a new wave of servants and soldiers via genetic manipulation.

Standing up straight Osynth turned his head back to his ship and swiftly commanded it to ascend without him. It was time for some scouting on this ice ball of a planet. Watching his Corona take off a scattered broadcast made way to the Columi's hearing. Dromund Kaas was presumed to be a dead world and yet this foreign broadcast was a sign of life. Odd feelings came over Obek as he scouted the area. Their was life here and he could in a way feel it through the force.

The source of it all was strong but finding a specific location by himself was something he had yet to learn.

" This is Osynth Chief Scientist. I need a squad of five ships to scout my area for a settlement holding life. Do not engage only scout and report back with your findings to me and the Mothership. I want them all taken in."

[member="Seydon of Arda"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Rave Merrill"]

[member="Xer'ir"]
[member="Avarice"]
[member="Xrawylz"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Hefting a nearby escapee, Avarice tossed him high into the air with a grunt. Turning his head back, he could see the sound waves of a group of people whispering to each other as they hid nearby. Moving forward, he clicked a button to return messaging to his allies, "Follow my coordinates. There are several specimens you might find worthy here. Hurry though. My men are plowing through the settlement."

As his chair moved towards the hiding trio, he still brought his eyes back around toward the source of energy in the distance. What was happening there? The speed of his mind, backed by the power, could foresee many possibilities for needing power. But he knew little about the Force, nor its workings. Perhaps they were making a bomb...

Which couldn't be allowed. The subsentients were the target of his allies, not the other way around. No matter the power they grew... he needed to try. Doing the only thing he knew other than TK, he narrowed his Force presence down until was near nothing, and could be mistaken as the natural amount found in all living beings. That is, unless he was believed to be more of a threat then his body actually showed.

Gesturing to dual Andoliths, he called, "You. Follow me." Then to a Nautolan nearby, "There is a group of cowards attempting to hide just there, beneath a wooden floor covered by the sand. Take them."

With the Andoliths at his side, he turned and began gliding through the air in the direction he believed the power was emanating from..

[member="Seydon of Arda"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Rave Merrill"]

[member="Xer'ir"]
[member="Xrawylz"]
[member="Osynth Obek"]

 

[Xrawylz]

"Sir we have intercepted communications from the planet below, it looks like they are calling for help." Xrawylz's communications officer said

"Send word to the fleet, tell them to prepare to battle." He replied.

Xrawylz then started moving a company of soliders to that location, he did not expect much resistance, he would move more if neccessary, he decided to drop them about 2 kilometers out, there they would march onto the enemy, there were more on the ship if neccessary, but these were mostly using ancient tech, and nothing much of a resistance to their technological might. Once they had marched there they would stay right outside, and attack when attacked, or on his command, sure a company is no thte most imposing force, but he would send more if it came to resistance. He sent a message to Avarice on the ground. After his message would arrive, all ships would prepare for a fight, they would also start arming fighters and drones for an attack.

"Head to these coordinates, a message just came out of that location, destroy all resistance, i am sending a company of soliders as well, meet them outside the location." He sent

Countdown: 11:42:15
[member="Avarice"]
[member="Osynth Obek"]
[member="Seydon of Arda"]
[member="Xer'ir"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Rave Merrill"]