Exodus

[Darth Empyrean]

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-X-​

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The Dominion.

A faction in a corner of the galaxy that formed from nothing more than the sins of the fathers, forever drenched in the blood of the guilty and forgotten. She was rife with hate, from the top to the bottom; and the perfect rage that blinded the administration from the threat that existed inside of it. In this, the greatest weakness of any empire became obvious; for when the eyes forever turn themselves outwards, they never notice the wound the bleeds so close to the heart.

In this, The Slave was their cancer. Through Lorrd, he gained influence, credits, power in the most fundamental form imaginable. Millions of people that moved to his words, cowered at his speech, and lived their lives by the very guidance he uttered. There was no thought to the process, only that he was in control, and the Senate was none of the wiser. Of course, it took a hefty toll to create an identity this believable for the mass of their population, but with the genius minds that existed on Lorrd and her academy's, it was little to no effort.

What was created was an iteration of betrayal so grand that only the forlorn empires of old faced such a disease. He, the face of The Dominion, was nothing more than a Primeval agent who used guile and deception to create the ultimate in deception. In this he found his power, his magnum opus at such a young age.

Yet, it was not his proudest achievement. Inclinations forced him to enjoy the reputation the name ‘The Slave’ had forged in the hearts of The Dominion. While Paxton Bon inspired hope, The Slave was nothing more than a terrorist of unimaginable proportions. A ghost who assassinated, killed, drank the very ichor that held their grand nation together, and bathed in the corpses. He was everything they fought personified in a singular violent entity that stood for far more than he ever intended; but when the boogeyman visits, children’s imaginations had a tendency to run rampant.

And that's all he was. He was a nightmare.

On the capital planet of Ession he sat, high in the capital with a predatory grin. Those around him stood dead as boredom finally consumed him, the various aspects of the guidance he held brought to nothing more than a stain on the carpet. He’d spent so long here, enjoying the various gifts they offered while each attempted to drown him in respect and admiration. They grovelled at his feet, thinking him a practical god in the eyes of The Dominion, and yet nobody ever bothered to give him what he truly wanted.

Of course, there was no way for them to really know what he wanted, with only the faintest inclinations that he had ever had the audacity to kill and maim those around him at any given moment. In truth, he wanted destruction, anarchy, and while a slow process to divide, it hadn’t gone to all the hopes he had. The Dominion was a well tied force despite their rampantly ignorant imperialism, brothers in arms against the outside like none that had come before.

A poor show.

With hands crossed, blood splattered across his face, and his alchemic mask sitting just slightly away on the desk, he was quite the sight. With alabaster hair stained red, aurlent eyes panning the room, and a hunched stance in his expensive chair he know he’d miss, there was little in terms of hiding just who he was anymore. And yet, in the same moments as he had given up hope for a valiant civil war, so too did he create the finale he hoped for.

Only instead of galaxy wide conflict, he instead brought it to the capital alone.

It was a show The Dominion would be forced to enjoy, whether they hoped for a show or not. Over the course of the past few weeks, he had strategically planted a number of primeval heretics aboard thousands of transports into the city, using his rather enormous collection of funding to house them in hundreds of safe houses spread across the planet. They were armed well, bedded well, and all expected death on the planet should the worse come.

Of course, The Slave didn’t expect to get them back off. As they believed, Balagoth wished for rejuvenation, so in his eyes he was only giving them exactly what they hoped for. The death cult sought reincarnation for perfection, and in this they would find it; through the sundering of a capital, and the death of an empire.

A grin broke loose on his malignant expression, a single finger pressing down on the communications device he held in front of him. He uttered only a few words, ones quiet and well placed, but carried with them the deaths of unknown generations.

“Let them loose. It’s time.”

│ [member="Natasha Darkstar"] │ [member="Lucien Galtier"] │ [member="Xiarr Sair"] │ [member="Alyson Halle"] │ [member="Antherion"] │ [member="Aria Vale"] │ [member="Darth Carnifex"] │ [member="Vaylin"] │ [member="Loxa Visl"] │ [member="Allara Ven"] │ [member="Boethiah"] │ [member="Lethia Morow"] │ [member="Joon"] │ [member="AD-Iqatar.13"] │ [member="Lord Ajihad"] │ [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] │ [member="Zaiden James-Greyson"] │

 

[Adron Malvern]

~Hyperspace~​

~En Route to Support Ession~​

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"How the hell did this happen?" Adron called out over the deck, though he was met with silence.

Several reports had come in from all over The Dominion, most telling of the assault on The Dominion's homeworld of Ession, each one had been more gruesome than the last.

Reports of an entire army being smuggled into Ession being the most favored of these reports, however there had been no contact from the planet for hours and Adron believed these reports to be true. The Deck of The White Nova was quiet as the fleet officers moved along their duties, there was no margin for error. They had to get to the planet as soon as possible and quell whatever insurrection had been put into place.

"Sir we'll be arriving at Ession in under five minutes." The navigator called out to the Count. He was met with a curt nod before the man called out to the communications officer. "I want a commline to all Dominion channels. Emergency code, seven one seven three." A moment at the terminal and the communications officer returned Adron's order with an affirming nod. As the holocamera shined over Adron he spoke with swift purpose.

"This is Commander Malvern of the 2nd Sector Army, Ession is under attack, I repeat Ession is under attack. All Dominion held planets, territories, and personnel are ordered to go on full alert. All special agents, commando units, and Force-User elements who are not engaged are ordered to return to Ession, protect your home."

As the holorecording came to an end Adron felt a quick pull from his ship, the fast-moving lights that had enveloped his fleet were quickly replaced with the duller reality of real space.

Immediately he turned his attention to the planet before him, his lips drawn into a thin line as he took notice of the empty space surrounding the planet. Usually Ession was in a frenzy as starships traveled to and from the planet, but now it was as quite as a grave. "Get those ground forces ready to mobilize, soon!" Adron called out to his staff officers.

Fleet:
The White Nova~Full Outfit~100%
The Outcast~Full Outfit~100%
Ession's Messenger~Full Outfit~100%
Morrow's End~Full Outfit~100%


[member="The Slave"] [member="Anya Loma"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Darson Ontonas"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Xandari Eriss"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Miles Varden"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Adron Malvern"] [member="The Slave"] Anya @Ra'a'mah [member="Darson Ontonas"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Xandari Eriss"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Miles Varden"]

Hyperspace
Onboard the whitenova

War....it was a fickle thing, it wasn't based on who was right or wrong, it was based on greed and credits...but every so often you get that one sick individual who could sway those into killing...for fun

Anya was on high alert, she tied the laces on her boots and threw the cloak over her and tied it on as she lifted her hood up and pull the half mask over her mouth, saber on her left side and blaster pistol on her right...though she was thinking she needed to but something better for her type of fighting

She exited her room as she made a brisk pace straight to the bridge, she entered and looked around as she made her way beside adron, she looked around at the bridge unease was set in but confidence she could feel from the men. She looked now at the planet and she visibly shook, something evil was on that planet and the look of it so...dead gave her a bad feeling

She then spoke looking to adron

what are your orders my lord, I'm ready to deploy where you seed fit

She spoke different gears changed in her mind, she crossed her arms behind her back ready

 

[Lucien Galtier]

[SIZE=11pt]Chaos. Chaos in it’s purest form threatened to envelop Ession. Hundreds of terrorist attacks across the planet had erupted out and as far as Lucien knew he and the Angelis Mortis were the only unit capable of stopping it. He looked over his comrades as they stood in the hover copter that would ferry them to the battlefield, several force dead cyborgs. Outfitted with the best gear the Dominion had to offer. The copter shook vehemently as AA turrets opened fire upon them. Their final destination was reported to be where the fighting was thickest. Ession Base. Their objective plain and simple. Secure the planetary defense system. Once activated the Dominion forces would be more than capable of fighting off the invaders. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The primeval had struck so quickly and with such force that they had overwhelmed the planet in a matter of hours. But, they had not counted on Lucien. He stood with his hand resting in a safety strap. His squad did the same. A voice cried out over the intercom amidst the soaring wind and distant rumblings of explosions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“ETA to drop 5 mikes!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien nodded and began to check the man before him for chinks in his armor. When he was certain the man was secure he gave him a light tap on the shoulder. He felt someone tap him on his own shoulder and his HUD came online. The copter flew through the cityscape that was Ession’s capital and Lucien sighed. Through the open drop bay doors he could make out hundreds of burning buildings. Many had simply collapsed, while others teetered on the edge of destruction. The Primeval wanted death, craved it. So, Lucien would be their deliverer. He would send them to whatever gods they believed in and they’d be happy for it. He hated them. People who lived only for chaos and destruction. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Suddenly Lucien was snapped out of his stupor as the AA fire became more intense. He watched as one of the copters carrying a squad from his Platoon turned into a raging inferno. It glided into a building and was followed shortly by an explosion. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“ETA TO DROP 1 MINUTE!” A voice shouted over the intercom. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien began to shuffle his feet, but he was ready. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“GO, GO, GO!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The men and women aboard the shuttle dove out of the confines of the shuttle. Lucien followed the first man out. Explosions turned into black smoke as they missed their mark and detonated harmlessly, fire from hundreds of buildings illuminated the skies, and the wind ripped past the commandos. His HUD counted down the meters to impact. Numbers raced across Lucien’s Visor. As he got closer to the ground laser fire began to race towards the platoon from below.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]500 meters. 400. 300. 200. “LOCK,” Lucien cried and his armor’s shields shimmered bright blue. He could no longer move any part of his body as his armors hydraulics seized up. The count down reached zero a split second before Lucien impacted with the ground. The earth erupted around him. Dust and rock flew into the air, smoke seemed to surround him. His armor unlocked and he looked around for what remained of his platoon. He counted life signs on his HUD, only twenty made the drop.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Angeli Mortis rally on me,” Lucien said grimly into his comms as he raised his Verpine shatter riffle. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]More of his comrades would die by day’s end and Lucien knew it. But, that’s what the Angelis Mortis had been made for...[/SIZE]

 

[Miles Varden]

A day like any other had begun like any other. Miles was in the training room of one Dominion frigate when the klaxons sounded off. A red alert had been issued to move to battlestations. They were being recalled to Ession, a terrorist army had some how snuck onto the capital world and had begun attacking the planet.

Miles sprinted to his bunk and began gearing up. The frigate wouldn't reach the system for another 30 minutes, he had time to get ready, but that was 30 minutes the enemy would have unchecked. There were sure to be other units who were closer but every minute was another life lost back on Ession.

Finally geared, Miles made his way to the hangar to meet up with a unit to drop into Ession with. Orders came down for a hot drop. Meaning they'd be receiving fire while they descended upon the planet. It was likely soldiers would perish before their boots ever touched down.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Situation Room, Silver Campus, Voss

The dust had barely settled on Vjun when the Silver Jedi were called to action once more. This time, it looked like something was going down on Ession. Reports of all sorts of disturbances within the Dominion's capital were flooded in from Silver's government connections with Ession, and from public broadcasts over the Holonet. Details remained fuzzy on the specific identity of the attackers, but what was apparent to the seasoned investigator was that these attacks had started from within. No sightings of enemy vessels appearing out of hyperspace, at least not to start. The sheer scale of such an attack within what was, theoretically, supposed to be the most secure location in all the Dominion. It all just screamed inside job.

Considering the Dominion's composition as a patchwork of disparate (and sometimes competing) factions, this certainly wasn't out of the realm of possibility. Arisa was definitely going to launch her own independent investigation to get to discover the truth, but for now, there was the current matter at hand.

Quickly, she called for an emergency session within the Ranger headquarters, calling upon available Ranger officers and Jedi out of rotation to meet with her. The Grandmaster was heading out toEssion herself to ensure that the Dominion received aid in a timely manner. Growing ever more proficient in the art of real-time astrogation, Arisa could make that happen. There was something else nudging her to be there, too. This may have just only been the beginning of the horrors, and she knew the Dominion was dangerously short on Jedi at the moment.

She didn't wait long for people to assemble, ready to launch into an introduction when Valkren had entered the room. She beckoned him to join her at the front of the room, then she began to speak.

"Good afternoon, a little more than 20 minutes ago, my office received reports of widespread attacks occurring all over Ession. Considering how groups like the Primeval and Ascendency have taken a fancy to the Dominion as of late, it's very likely that this was yet another attack launched by them. For this reason, I'm assembling strike teams to go relieve the Dominion there."

Behind her, feeds and reels of chaotic scenes played over holograms, all from public broadcasts over the holonet from individuals and organizations. It was strange that a blackout hadn't been enacted yet, almost as if someone wanted the whole galaxy to see all the carnage unfolding.

"Mounting evidence is suggesting that the Dominion itself has been infiltrated. These attacks appeared out of nowhere, and there's no way they could have occurred under the government's nose without some mole in place. For that reason, we will be keeping our information sharing to the bare minimum necessary to ensure we don't trip over the Dominion forces. No details are to be shared with Dominion personnel by anyone other than me. All they know at this point is that we're coming, but they won't know the time or our force strength until we arrive."

"And with that, I'm going to let Colonel Calderon speak now. He'll be overseeing terrestrial operations for this mission."

Arisa often was the one to lead such operations from the air or ground as a Jedi General, but this time she needed to free herself from command to allow her to be more flexible in her response. In her gut she had a feeling that all the usual players would appear, and so she must be ready to face them.

[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="The Slave"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Mabbik"] [member="Ra'a'mah"] [member="Dagos Terrek"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Kahne Porte"]

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

Jerit was sitting in his room, going over techniques and exercises when he heard a beeping on his datapad. There was an attack on another Faction's Capital, The Dominion of Ession! Jerit had heard about the place and organization but not fully. He then saw that the message was sent from Grand Master Yune. Now this had to be important, and Jerit was ready. He headed to the coordinates of the meeting. The Ranger's Headquarters.

While running as fast as he could there, he was thinking of who might be there. For starters, he wanted to see his master, Mabbik, and Valkren. They were close friends and teacher of Jerit's, as well as Master Yune.
When the Padawan entered the room, the meeting was about to start. He did see Valkren and Yune and Mabbik. Good. after a short time, Master Yune had started the meeting.

He heard her told everyone that there were reports of attacks on Ession, and that the Ascendency and Primeval may be the ones responsible. Jerit knew not a clue of those organizations, but the tone from Yune's voice sounded as though they were something evil and not to be messed with. Jerit heard as well that Master Yune planned to launch a strike team to go investigate. After the introduction, Jerit saw images of chaos of what appeared to be happening during the invasion.

Oh the horror.... Jerit could feel the pain of so many, families, businesses, the Padawan was sick to his stomach thinking more about it. After the footage, Master Yune revealed that all information be kept at the highest secrecy. The Padawan had no problem with that.

After the Grand Master had spoken of everything she wanted to present to everyone, she announced Valkren to come up and speak on the subject of the operations for the mission. Oh how Jerit was very anxious. What if he runs into those crazy people? In the end he thought of his master's training, and that only made Jerit feel more safe and connected. When Valkren was about to speak, Jerit listened with all of his upmost attention, trying not to miss absolutely anything!

[member="Mabbik"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Lucien Galtier"] | [member="Anya Loma"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Mabbik]

Mabbik walked in on all fours. Emergency meetings were always ill timed. Having just set down to a light lunch in the gardens his com had started going off. He'd mostly kept to himself quietly making his way to the rank of Jedi knight. With the taking of a padawan and the hosting of a public lesson in Shii-Cho he seemed to have caught the attention of the new Grand Master. Now he was being called to an emergency meeting.

Walking over the the tactical table he leaped up on a chair next to it and sat down. Large green eyes turned to face Master Yune and he nodded. Listening to the briefing he watched the events unfold on the screen. Fur settling into a neutral grey he shook his head as soon as the Master finished speaking. "One moment before he does, how will we be able to tell who is the enemy and who is an ally? If it is an internal power struggle we could end up fighting both sides. The main government seems to have lost control of at least some of the broadcasting stations based on the images going out. It would make sense they likely would be able to contact us once we enter the system possibly before our allies do. They do this and we could end up being tricked into attacking allies or landing amongst enemies."

[member="Jerit Kolomor"] I [member="Arisa Yune"] I [member="Miles Varden"] I [member="Lucien Galtier"] I [member="Anya Loma"] I [member="Adron Malvern"] I [member="The Slave"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

"War does not determine who is right, only who is left."

Colonel Valkren Calderon adjusted the service cap that completed his grey fatigues before he stepped up to take Arisa's place in the briefing. He scanned over the attendees of the emergency meeting, acknowledging several familiar faces before getting started.

He looked to Mabbik, acknowledging his concerns, as Valkren had the same. It was always like this in the case of insurgents or any uprisings, civilians and terrorists can very well look the same. "Unfortunately we'll have to stick to rules of engagement to avoid any blue-on-blue conflict until we receive confirmation on allied forces, as in any case when it comes to civilians being in danger and evidence of internal power struggles."

Colonel Calderon cleared his throat, returning to the dossier he had in his possession.

"As Grandmaster Yune stated before, the incursion occurred on Ession, the capital of the Dominion. For those of you greenhorns that don't know what Ession is like, it's a industrial world. Big on manufacturing, which means it doesn't leave a lot of room to manuever men without a lay of the land."

Valkren turned to the numerous screens behind him full of chaos, watching it change from bloodshed to a top-down map representing the planet of Ession and the space around it. Several blue outlines of ships appeared in clusters next to the planet, representing the Silver Jedis' ships.

"To do that, we'd need to have eyes on and establish a command center. Once we jump, we'll put into play several KF-01 'Fencer' droids as recon for our insertion. Once viable areas are located, Saotome carriers will be deployed in order to secure the insertion locations with their shield systems. Once our command center is established, we'll be able to put boots on the ground with greater efficiency."

The young colonel folded his arms over his chest, looking over the leadership in the room and other members of the SJO, before speaking up again. "Schedule is as follows: Twenty minutes after finishing of briefing, team leaders will report to their teams and fill them in on assigned transports. Team leaders will assure that all equipment is accounted for before loading into transports. Ten minutes into loading of individual teams, support techs will start with vehicle checks before all are loaded for transport. You all know the age-old instructor saying, 'wars are won before they're fought.' I hate to be the old drill instructor that we all know and hate so much but you know the drill, check your crap now before sithspit hits the fan."

"We're unsure of enemy force size, so until more intel is received, we're there to help secure the planet. However, be prepared for the worst. We're all hands on deck for this one, ladies and gents..Now if I missed anything, I'm sure our Grandmaster will enjoy fixing whatever mistakes I made. Until then, take care of what you need to before we ship out." Valkren spoke to the end of his mens' families and loved ones. With a conflict like this brewing, it was always a smart idea to contact the one you care about most before leaving. It was a grim thing to do, but with the very real risk of not coming back from an operation of this scale, it was only right to do.

Valkren thought about contacting his little sister, but he shook the idea off. He didn't want her to worry.

"Let's make some bad guys disappear, how 'bout it boys?" With that statement several humorous cheers came from enthusiastic operators in the group, nodding with agreement to their commanding officers words as Valkren stepped back, letting Arisa take it back up if she wished so. After stepping back, his eyes wandered to the screens that had just returned to the scenes of chaos.

Gods help those in danger.

[member="Mabbik"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Miles Varden"] | [member="Lucien Galtier] | [member="Anya Loma"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic wandered through the halls of the Silver Temple. There were stirrings of something going on, tensions were thickening the air as people rushed around. It wasn't till his comlink went off that Yuroic realised what was happening. War, another attack on Dominion. However, this time he could feel that it wasn't a small attack on an isolated planet. Something darker was stirring, perhaps he could sense it more since the stirrings of darkness were moving in him after the operation with the slave ring on Trandosha. However, he knew something wasn't right about this attack.

He arrived in the quiet war room, he looked around and saw the chaos that war brought. It was terrible sight seeing plenty of peaceful, innocent people suffering at the hands of beings who thrived of it. His right fist clenched as he felt himself gearing up for another battle. Inhaling deeply, he turned his attention to Master Arisa who was discussing the events that were unfolding before them. An uprising from within the Dominion, it seemed that Krest's plan to convert Sith from the Dominion could have worked. He felt stupid that there wasn't more he could have done, but since then there were more things that he was afraid he failed at doing. An sense of loneliness filled him as he looked to his side, someone missing from there. But now was not the time for those thoughts, perhaps he could gain answers from the Sith at the war.

Not knowing friend from foe was going to be tough but he knew that Arisa would guide him through this. He was going to stay by her side during this battle, it was too risky for him to run off on his own. He knew there were many powerful Sith out there that could flatten him in a second. He swallowed hard as he listened to the colonel list of the objectives from the early stages of them entering this war. Most of them went over Yuroic's head, he didn't have the tactical mind that was required for this. He just needed to be pointed in the direction of the Sith who were their enemy and attack them. That was his goal, attack Sith, hopefully kill or defeat them and find out information he needed to know. If they knew it. However, he could possibly meet the Sith who took her. That would be ideal.

He had nothing to do once the meeting was finished. He had his lightsabers clipped to his belt, the interlocking hilt made the sabers look like a saberstaff, however, at will he could have too lightsabers. It was a design he was still getting use to but enjoyed the fluid and unique fighting styles it offered him. His combat focus was turning more towards Niman than Djem So, though he often used the latter as he had more experience with it. His cloak wrapped close around him as he moved towards his Master, Grand Master Arisa. He gave a curt nod of his head and kept silent. There was little to say for now. However, he was prepared for this war. He needed to be ready for it.

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Mabbik"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Miles Varden"] | [member="Lucien Galtier"] | [member="Anya Loma"] | [member="The Slave"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Poodoo. The referendum back on my home planet has been called, the Yes camp is counting on me to make public appearances at key points in the campaign, in the Aldanna range, on the orbital station, in Quendelton, in the Tiplar Dunes and elsewhere on the planet, she thought, while realizing that the campaign finance rules for the referendum are highly restrictive but made as such that SJ authorities would likely be convinced of the government's good faith. Individual contribution limits are so low that most people could donate to the limit and afford to do so without making much of a hardship, and companies are not allowed to donate to either campaign at all. She would have loved to take a more proactive stance in the referendum campaign on Ringo Vinda, but that was not to be, especially since a disturbance in the Force was being felt by everybody in the room, including [member="Jerit Kolomor"], [member="Mabbik"] and [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]. She was summoned to the Situation Room when news of a surprise attack, which, according to reports, were almost certainly an inside job, on Ession. Not surprisingly, Vjun was among the first worlds to be targeted by the Sith factions. [member="Arisa Yune"] brought grave news to the Silver Jedi being assembled in the room, after which [member="Valkren Calderon"] announced that he would not allow any deployment until reconnaissance or proper confirmation of allied forces has been made. It would be tough to tell friend from foe here, and that would be difficult. Also, it would be difficult to use armored units by the looks of it. But Sith Lords would have to watch out for the Famos rifles and the heavy machineguns laden with 12.7x108 armor-piercing slugs.

"There is no telling as to whether the Primeval, the Sith Ascendancy or the Resurgent Empire would actually bring in reinforcements in tow on Ession. We must be prepared for the possibility that the Primeval and the Ascendancy would actually come with a properly-equipped force, based on their last encounters with the Dominion on Mandalore, and that they will actually attempt to do something other than just use line infantry as a distraction so that their own Sith would rush and then attempt to duel Jedi or other high-ranking enemies. That said, if the Resurgent Empire decided to reinforce any attacking force on Ession, they would be doing it at the cost of leaving their own holdings in the Caldera vulnerable, especially given the casualties they took on Dromund Kaas and Malachor, and can only afford to deploy a limited amount of forces other than line infantry at best, so we would need to put all our forces on our northwest border on full alert"

And then Jessica went to regroup alongside her own force; she knew long before even the Rift campaign that few Jedi actually wanted or had a clue about operations of that nature. Most likely she would have to be deployed as backup, but she knew that landing craft must be escorted especially since she expects a hot landing zone. So she had the equipment inspected, weapons, vehicles and the supplies, really, and departing from Voss with a feeling of unease related to this engagement, even though she knew that Sith factions usually neglected their ground forces and their starfighters. Hopefully [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Miles Varden"], [member="Lucien Galtier"], or even [member="Anya Loma"] would be able to contain the enemy while [member="The Slave"] was still at large. However, provided that she comes in sufficient force, Jessica may as well change the strategic calculus and force the enemy to tie up a considerable amount of forces just to attempt to pin her force down, which would then allow friendly elements to flank them with limited risk.

 

[Dagos Terrek]

The was so much emotion that ran through the breifing room. It all washed over Dagos like a tidal wave. Determination, anger, nervousness but most of all fear permiated the room. These were good men who were willing to sacrafice their lives for what they all hoped was the greater good. When Dagos saw the large number of troops begin to gather here, he knew something was about to happen, something he needed to be involved in. He could no longer be passive, he couldn't just sit around the temple and hope everyone else would keep the galaxy safe, no he needed to act, to be the Jedi he knew he should be, so he volunteered himself as a healer for this mission.


His skill as a healer was fairly basic but he knew enough to be able to help, that much he was certain of. Dagos watched the screens that were behind Colonel Calderon and tried to get the lay of the land. He knew little or less about the conflict they were entering, all he knew is he wanted to help and too keep their guys alive.


[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="The Slave"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Mabbik"] Ra'a'mah [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Kahne Porte"]

 

[Darth Atrox]

The Dominion would fade into the shroud of history, a faction which would soon be claimed by the scrawling pages of years gone by, confined to a book where no soul ventured. Darth Iskios, however would not be content with such a fate, even if his contemporaries in the Dominion were.

The Zabrak was here, upon Ission to help push the faction over the edge, and into the abyss where they would never again rear it's ugly head. Make no mistake, he was not doing this for anybody but himself, to fuel and rebuild the crumbling reputation he had lost after his self-exile - a return with a bang so to speak.

The Zabrak stood at the edge of a ramp as a transport cruised slowly above the city until like a bat he dropped, his cloak billowing out around him and slowing his fall to an extent. He landed upon the top of a building, using his muscular legs and the Force to absorb the impact and re-direct it away from him.

He was tired of killing Nightsisters and Rancors. He wanted a challenge. Ission would provide him with that challenge.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Sith Knight had been on the planet for sometime now. Watching. Planning. Now it was time to execute. He strut down the roads beneath the tall buildings of the city. Making his way towards the capital, hoping for someone to apprehend him. His boots clicked against the concrete as he continued on his path. He wore his usual attire, along with his mask. There would be a rather odd purple mist surrounding him as he walked though quickly fading away as he releases a soft sigh.

His fist would clench up in his glove, placing his other hand hovering over his hilt. He sensed the arrival of another Dark presence... upwards. With that, he would fling himself onto the side of the building using Force Jump, before beginning to climb up the side of the building. Eventually finding his way to the top, he would eye the Zabrak with only his eyes glaring through his mask towards him. Before his stern yet deep voice would emit from behind his mechanical mask.

"I would presume, we are on the same side?" He inquired.

With that he give a soft nod of his head, glancing over the edge towards the rest of the world. Though, not with his eyes. He was keeping a close eye on the Sith Knight beside him.

[member="Darth Iskios"]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Listen. Can you hear it? There are screams, the helpless being preyed upon by the strong; the virtuous' skulls crunching under the booted feet of the wicked, the sound of iniquity and death. There is a note of distinct pain in this tragedy. That is the sound that comes from when ordinary life instantly transforms into law-of-the-jungle chaos, when friends and co-workers' mangled corpses and popped-out eyeballs are the only witness to your execution while strange men laugh, when it can't happen here but it does, and you stay silent, not stoic, but wordlessly aghast and unprepared, but from out of sight there is a scream, loud and broken and mad and relentless. The voice is cracking under the weight of pain it cannot bear. This cry is a planetary chorus. A world is dying.

Listen.​

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Listen, and then exalt.​

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This is what the Dominion deserved. This is what they earned, what they had reaped for the exquisite depth of their weakness and corruption. They had constantly grown outwards, but to bring about such greatness without cultivating a strong center invites only collapse.

"Did you want to go to the heart of the Netherworld? To close up what had been opened? To challenge what cannot be challenged?"

Antherion pressed his hands together, in it a seed had been created. A bit of matter from his private reserve, a shard of potent being that fed on suffering. Malachor was his garden, but here he would plant the cuttings, where he could scatter spores and flower petals and laugh.

"That place, that dark place is not our doom. It is our destiny. My destiny, because the future does not belong to you, Cedric - nor any of your lackeys. My destiny, because you do not have a future - but I do. We will go on. Life will go on."

He walked up to the vault that had been prepared for this moment. He paused for a moment, and heard groaning, grunting, he heard the sound of flesh tearing. He gestured with two fingers, and a panel light switched from a dull red to bright green. Automated doors slid open.

Out poured beasts. Infectious strains, what he had unleashed once before in orbit - plants that fed, not on soil, but on hate and human suffering, their vines rushing outwards to dig into flesh, a cloud of seeds throwing up into the air, and lay beasts, twisted by the power of the Seed of Rage, as he had learned from the late Fulminiss. They let out keening cries as they stampeded towards the prey the Force directed them to. Even some of [member="The Slave"] was in it, a hive-mind crab he had created for similar purposes. Virulent monsters skuttered out of the woodwork of the vault.

Into the city streets, Antherion pulled his cloak around him. Plain black, the only adornment today was a loose, silvery chain around his neck. His cybernetics whined with rattling breath.

"My life will go on." And his life did go on, pouring out to join the slaughter, and the whimpers and yelps grew louder as the chaos changed from dark reality to something not even in their most twisted nightmares.

And they screamed.

And he listened.

And he smiled.

[member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Lucien Galtier"] | [member="Anya Loma"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Mabbik"] | [member="Ra'a'mah"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Kahne Porte"]​

 

[Darth Atrox]

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The Force had whispered of the arrival of another Sith, and the Zabrak had already turned around with his lightsaber exploding into life with a snap. His vermilion blade was pointed towards the throat of the Pureblood the moment he became visible, and it lingered there for a few moments before it returned back to whence it came, and Iskios clipped it to his belt once more.

"If you are not of the Dominion, yes, we are on the same side." he replied, his abhorrent eyes scrutinising the masked figure, attempting to figure out who he was, and what he was. It was obvious that he was Sith, by his attire and strong Dark Side presence, but that was as far as the Nightbrother could delve before coming to a dead end. "Darth Iskios." he introduced himself, once again turning his back towards the other male, watching upon the city from his vantage point.

"I must admit, I am curious to what you are, and where you come from. Care to enlighten me?" he asked, perhaps a little knowledge of the male would help them work together, or push them apart. The last thing he wanted was a scuffle with a non-Dominion Sith, at this height of all places.

[member="Rakosh Saqai"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

His robe flapped in the wind, as the breeze swept past the pair. Once the man had finished speaking aswell as holstered his lightsaber. Rakosh already had an idea for his personality. His traits, and the like. As Rakosh went to speak the wind halted, aswell as his red lights in his eyes, began to illuminate as each word came from his mouth, perfectly syncronized.

"I am Rakosh Saqai, born on Athiss. Student of Darth Onre, Sith Knight. Member of The Resurgent Empire, Kissai." He announced.

With that, his words finished. He turned to face the man, before his mask would seemingly shift, revealing his face. Showing his pure red skin, aswell as his yellow eyes, glaring onwards. Rakosh was a Sith Pureblood, a Red Sith. A proud one at that.

"What is going on here, I heard there was trouble?" He asked.

[member="Darth Iskios"]

 

[Darth Atrox]

Darth Iskios would listen to the Pureblood as he spoke, yet remained none the wiser upon his mention of Darth Onre, for he had never heard of such a Sith in his lifetime. It was a trivial matter anyway, and only a formality Mala wished to get out of the way before he continued on his mission. This Rakosh had only served to hinder his progress, and his fingers itched for the feel of his lightsaber. Death and destruction can become quite addicting.

Once again he turned to face the Pureblood as he spoke his final words in his sentence, examining the oddity that was his mask as it faded away into nothingness, and the red-skinned Sith who stood before him. He saw a spark within his eye, and he could feel the pride that radiated off of him. He had potential, but potential is worth nothing unless it is fulfilled. Rakosh could either be a useful ally or a powerful enemy to the Zabrak, and he intended to make him the former.

He had no opinion on the Resurgent Empire, despite his belief on Purebloods being no more superior Sith than the next species. His opinions would lay low for the foreseeable, as he still required time to weigh up the response Rakosh would deal to him.

"As I'm sure you're aware, we're on Ession, the capital of the Dominion. Some unknown force is assaulting the planet, and I am here to discover the truth and help tip the Dominion over the edge. So yes, you could say there was trouble here."

[member="Rakosh Saqai"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

With a faint smirk, the mask would reclose, with the red eyes flickering on shortly after. Rakosh would give the Zabrak a nod of his head in approval. Before strutting momentarily backwards and forth. Thinking carefully. He had no idea of this dominion or who they were, though he intended to get to the bottom of it.

"Who are the... Dominion?" He enquired, giving a tilt of his head. "What are their goals?" Following on.

With that, he would turn and aim himself towards another building with barely any distance between the building they were on and the one he was facing before he would point to the building in gesture. "No time to waste." He stated, before charging towards the edge of the building and augmenting his jump he would leap over to the new building. Sliding across the rooftop on his heels, before coming to a halt. Turning, awaiting the Sith Knight to follow.

[member="Darth Iskios"]

 

[Miles Varden]

Miles and his squad were assigned to the Alpha drop. First boots on the ground. They were to secure an LZ for Medevac shuttles to land and take wounded out to the fleet's medical frigates. Once the LZ was secured, they'd move into the city to eradicate the insurgents on the ground. It was simple but complex. First they'd need to make it to the ground.

"This is Alpha One, ready to launch. Three. Two. One. Mark!"

The pods fired from their holds on the underbelly of the frigate, screaming towards the dirt.

The rest of his squad chimed in on the comms, giving their status updates on their pod's integrity. Flak rocked the pods as the fell, making the ride far more than just turbulent. Alpha six was hit almost as soon as they broke Atmos, his pod turned to slag instantly. He was only 22. Miles had spoke with him that morning.

Miles steeled his nerves and kept radio silence. There'd be plenty to say once they were on the ground. This wasn't going to be easy, not even for a veteran like Miles.