Invasion Fade To Black | GE Invasion of GA Held Arkania, Champala, & Ord Lithone

[Skorvek]

Objective: Fire and Ice Battle field
Mentions: Makko Vyres @Warposters Solan Charr Ailuros ADM. Reshmar Remus Adair Cressida Tolliver , CT-312 Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra Wymar Meliant Tiberius Zaarin Prowler II Gavin Restur Ko Vuto Thomas Barran .


Skorvek Immediatly had his warriors get to work on using the heavy weaponry to provide as much support as they can while the meele warriors remained in the trenches until the enemy was closer, once close enough they would begin their charge into the battle, while the cold didnt do them any favors Skorvek has been through enough terrains and environments to handle it better then his kin despite some of them muttering about the cold in the Anubian tounge which was silenced by Skorvek letting out a small growl as if to tell them to be quiet and stay focused.

He decided to add a few soldiers of his own in his own way as he reached out to the imperials that where already dead from the barrages whether they where intact or not didn't matter to him as to the enemy they would find themselves fighting their dead comrades as the lord of necromancy already went to work ressurecting the dead on the side of the enemy he did not touch the Jedi or the GA or the allies's dead for the time being as he now had his own army and every death will only make it grow and grow as the Anubians he trained to use heavy weapons went to work assaulting the imperial positions while Skorvek called down thunderous storms of lightning upon the walkers with intent of disabling them as well as attacking any enemy air craft he will do everything he can now with his power to support the allied forces.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

Part of him wanted to accept what she said at face value. The flashed badge seemed genuine, and it probably was, but it didn't belong to her, of that he was certain. She didn't know, he could tell she didn't have the ability to know, that he had spied on her through the Force earlier, projected himself into her room while searching amongst the likely culprits of the situation that his droid companion and scientists were in. He knew she was responsible and he knew that made her the enemy.

But it didn't mean he had to not be nice.

"Ahh, I see," he said, lowering his hand and allowing his posture to relax, at least visibly. "Yes, I believe my friends are stuck behind a door that's sealed because of flames. I'm sure they could use your assistance."

Never mind the fact that she was far too small to be an actual firefighter, at least as he saw it. Still, he stepped aside to allow her the ability to move past him.

Momentarily.

The moment she started past him, he reached out with the Force towards the bag she was carrying. Briefcase style. It had straps, but she hadn't slung them over her shoulders in her haste to escape. What it did have, were clasps, and those clasps, with a little bit of Force finagling, were easy to open with the right application of pressure. And when it opened, and fell open from her hand, what contents would it reveal?

MEANWHILE...

Fate had the cargo droids beating down the door to the hangars. Or, well, the door that would eventually lead them there. It took a bit of time, but for the four of them, much like the other door, they made it work. On the other side was an electrical fire, not a huge one, but still a fire all the same. Nobody seemed to be coming to put it out, either.

"Beep-bwee beep bwoop-bwoo boop-dweep dwoop-dweet beep bwoo-dweep bweep-beep bwoo bloop-boop dweet beep bwoo-dweep dwoop-boop bwoo-bloop boop bloop-dwoop bwoo boop bwoo."

He sent a series of commands to the cargo droids and they went to get gear to put out the fire while two stood on guard to make sure that no one entered the flames or came too close. Fate kind of liked having personal henchdroids. He'd have to ask Caelan for some.

"Are they going to put out the fire?" the lead scientist asked. "They're just... standing there."

"Beep dweet-dweep beep bloop dweet bwoo-bwoop bwee bwoo-bwoop bweep-beep bwoop-beep dweep-boop dweet-dweep bwoop-beep dwoop dweet-dweep? Bwoop? Bwoo-bweep dweep-dweet bweep bloop-dwoop. Bweep-bwoo bwee-beep bwee-bwoo boop beep bwee bloop bwoo-bweep. Bwoop-bwoo bwoop boop beep-bweep dwoop boop beep bwee-beep dwoop."

"Rude."

The little droid turned his back on them and focused on watching his henchdroids.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Ines Pen-Ar-Lan ​

 

[Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra]

ARKANIA: OBJEJCTIVE I​

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"The initiation phase is complete."

The Shard Jedi Master's voice thundered across every channel at once—booming from his droid chassis's speakers, resonating telepathically through the Force, and carrying like a solemn proclamation over the Alliance's comm network. The words announced both progress and a shift in the battle's rhythm.

"I could not have done this without your aid. Grant me a few moments more, and I shall see this rite through to its end. When I am finished, the tide will be ours to command."

His declaration was meant for CT-312 and the soldiers gathered in her orbit, yet his presence bled into their datapads, the glow of his signal spreading like a living pulse across their devices.

"I share your vision, Commander," he intoned, the synthetic timbre of his voice almost hymn-like. "Our shared stratagem will bear fruit. With each heartbeat of this ritual, the lattice grows stronger—until all are one."

Those final words carried the echo of something spoken in the ritual's opening act—a mantra, a binding promise.

"The data you have provided will prove critical. Yet as I ascend in my work, the flow between us will no longer require such effort. It is my will that our forces move as a single organism, and by my power, it shall be so."

His altitude lowered, yet he still hovered above the snow trench. His droid chassis folded into a seated meditation, the blue glow radiating from his body continuing to intensify.

The battlefield unfolded before his perception as a million-point lattice, each nexus a soldier, a weapon, a machine. Dynas's mind—crystalline, multi-faceted—slid between them with cold precision. He redirected his blessings and curses toward the shield generators, threads of energy binding weapons and war engines alike.

Those harmonic lines—blood and bolt, man and machine—solidified under his scrutiny, each one tangible to his will. He grasped them with his many-clawed intellect and began to work. Pulling. Bending. Twisting.

PHASE 2: Destabilization (Aggressive Manipulation)
Neural lattice engagement: LOCKED
Force-channel routing: PEAK FLOW
Shard core resonance: LAYERED HARMONICS
Combat uplink: FULL SYNC — ALLIED NETWORK STABLE / HOSTILE NETWORK DEGRADATION- IN PROGRESS

The ritual deepens. The Force roars in symphony with the whir of a silicon mind. Phase One is complete. Phase Two has begun.
ADDITIONAL EFFECTS (SCOPE OF INFLUENCE: OBJECTIVE 1):

• ALLIES: Combat network synchronization, improved accuracy from unified targeting data. Optimized shielding and propulsion patterns, defensive and maneuvering systems increased effectiveness. Weapon cycling, accuracy calibration and recharge speed increased.
• ENEMIES: Phantom contacts and false targets seeded into sensor systems. Increased power output irregularities. Randomized input lag/unresponsiveness to manual control interfaces.

DIRECT INTERACTIONS: CT-312 | Solan Charr
ALLIES: Solan Charr | Skorvek | Kyric | Ko Vuto | Makko Vyres | Gavin Restur | ADM. Reshmar
ENEMIES: Prowler II | Tiberius Zaarin | Thomas Barran | Wymar | Meliant
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[Kyric]

Kyric marched through the snow at a hurried pace. He could barely make out the allied fort in the distance, but it was there. Sturdy and strong. The kiffar was too far away to determine any sort of formation taking shape among the Alliance soldiers. Missiles suddenly appeared and arched over the battlefield from behind them, aimed for the imperial's all-terrain walkers drawing closer to the Jedi. Explosions ripped through the heavy-plated machinery. The earth quaked with each thundering explosion and loping step.

Within moments, the Empire's surviving walkers overtook Kyric on either side. His desperate race for allies ended only moments after it began.

Turbolasers blasted the snow-covered bluff a dozen meters to his right. The force of the explosion caused a small eruption of ice and snow. It soared high like a geyser, spreading in a wide radius around the initial shot. Chunks of ice slammed into the wintry earth in tiny depressions, while the loose layer of snow descended in a lazy fall overhead.

Most of the Imperials veered away from the Jedi Knight, their focus split between the Alliance forces entrenched across the battlefield and key targets integral to Fort Tagge's function.

That wasn't a good sign.

Abandoning the chase wasn't an option for Solipsis' Elite. Their master knew no mercy, and his disdain for the Karis name transcended even death.

Kyric tightened his grip on the pilfered lightsaber. The kyber crystal raged within the confines of the weapon—bled and broken by its former master. He activated the saber with a flick of his thumb and watched the crimson blade grow steadily in size. The weapon crackled in retaliation, likely damaged upon its bleeding.

"That ain't gon' do," Kyric mumbled.

Ahead of him, one of the AT-AT's veered slightly off course. Each step propelled it further ahead of Kyric. Its shadow crossed over him as the heavy machinery blotted out the sun. The Jedi Knight half-expected it to turn on him entirely and open fire. Instead, a hatch along the side of the troop-transport container opened and a silhouette sailed through the air. The figure landed atop a short bluff directly between Kyric and Fort Tagge.

"Bummer," he groaned. "Oh well."

Kyric raised the crimson lightsaber between himself and the lone warrior. The red light coalesced within the central blade, then drained away to white. In seconds, the blade shattered. Shards of superheated plasma floated uselessly through space for a heartbeat. Kyric inhaled deeply. The shards reformed into the familiar shape of a lightsaber. He exhaled and viridescent light flooded the weapon.

The lightsaber continued to spark and crackle under the added pressure put onto the ignition lens in lieu of the damaged gem. But the severity lessened.

"Green, huh?" Kyric asked the blade. "I'll do my part to keep ya' goin', friend. Just uh- don't explode on me, yeah?"

Kyric trudged up the bluff for the armored knight between him and freedom. He raised the blade in a mock-salute, a somber smile etched into his scarred visage.

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Tags: Wymar | Bernard | Henna Ashina
Other Arkania Enjoyers: Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra | Solan Charr | Tiberius Zaarin | Thomas Barran

 

[Koda Fett]

B O U N T Y - F E R I D A D E _ P A R T H I
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It missed. The Spear III was too fast, too evasive as the blue ion cannon blasts shone in ceraglass viewport of the unmanned craft and instead crashed into dense speeder traffic; craft disabled and sent tumbling down, or merely torn apart. It moved beyond the tractor beam as it spun and sunk low, below the spaceport and after the pilot amid freefall. It weaved between the disrupted traffic with ease as the shields began to recharge and reactivate.

On an ecumenopolis such as Fondor, Fett could fall thousands of meters before coming to the true street level. He raced between lanes and layers of speeders, a sudden blur of an armoured frame tore past them in a flash. If there were droids on some lower level, he soared past them too. Distant shots cracked out into the air, cerulean beams on a rapid approach - all the obstacles placed between himself and the shooter, however, ensured the shots never struck true.

The Spear III came into view, circling around and onto his flight path from below. Fett reached a grasping hand out, aiming to grab the top lip of it. Interrupted when a sudden pull snatched him from the air, groaning as he was caught in some magnetic field and thudded against this new craft. Fett began to press various buttons on the console of of his gauntlet, and the Spear III began to open fire in a barrage of ion bolts on the attacking ship.

Braze - Jacen Breska

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[Khronas]

VEESHAS TUWAN, ARKANIA

Dark Side Elite Armour | Cloak | Sith Sword

Dangal Olderem

Crouched in the shadows of the snow-covered rockfall, Khronas studied the group further down the mountain, his macrobinculars revealing it to be a Jedi with an escort of troopers. With the main battle raging on the frozen plateau far below, there was only one reason for the team to be up on the mountain - they too sought the hidden Sith library of Veeshas Tuwan.

Khronas returned the macrobinoculars to his utility belt beneath his heavy cloak, noting that whatever electrical interference that plagued the battlefield was getting worse. The Lightsider and his retinue would need to be dealt with, lest they interfere with the work of the Imperial Reclamation Service. While his orders had been to search for a hidden entrance into the Sith library, the threads of timing were speaking to him, drawing him to the Jedi. How the enemy played into the cosmic order was not yet known, but Khronas would soon divine his foe’s true destiny.

The Siniteen closed his eyes and reached out through the Force to his Dark Side Elite brethren - Lord Creuat , Voldran Molf , Darth Apophion , Talon Draven , Damien Zannen , and Kaleb Sunwalker , who were likewise tasked with seeking out the Sith artifacts and previous kyber. He projected a sense of frustration, letting them know his mission had been waylaid. He would return to his task once the interlopers were neutralised.

The Siniteen unsheathed his Sith sword. Until his lightsaber was completed, the rune-engraved blade was his tool of vengeance. With a red blade of the Sith would have struck fear into the hearts of the Alliance troopers below him, the ancient sword was much less conspicuous on the snow-covered battlefield.

The Jedi called out to Khronas, sensing him through the Force and declaring that he would die before allowing the Sith to claim Veeshas Tuwan.

His death could be easily arranged. He quickly consulted the threads of time with his mind's eye, observing that the portents were in the Darksider's favour.

Khronas leapt from his hiding place, drawing on the Force to lift himself high into the air. He fell toward his enemies like a hawkbat swooping on its prey, his dark cloak billowing in the cool mountain breeze as he lifted his weapon high.

With a sickening crunch he landed on the lead Alliance shoulder, his dark boots driving the man to the ground. The Darksider quickly drove his Sith sword into the abdomen of another soldier, seeking a weakness in their armour. To their credit, the soldiers reacted quickly and fell into their well-rehearsed battle drill. Khronas swept his blade in an arc before him to drive them back and create space.

“Jedi,” he spat, his eyes - one organic and mechanical, his left replaced with droid parts after the attack on Coruscant - were drawn to Dangal Olderem and his glowing lightsaber blade. “The hour of your death is upon you. Are you privy to your fate, or blind to your destiny?”

Without waiting for a response, Khronas leapt toward Olderem, bringing his Sith sword high to launch a powerful overhead attack.

 

[Thomas Barran]

TAGS
Friend: Voldran Molf Artam Macek Sharad Dhavale Tiberius Zaarin
Darth Apophion Flannigan Tagge Meliant Wymar Tyro Lok Prowler II
Khronas Lord Creuat Talon Draven Damien Zannen Cato Panaka

Foe: Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra Makko Vyres Corazona von Ascania
Gavin Restur Dangal Olderem Jacen Voidstalker Kyric Ko Vuto
Solan Charr Ailuros Skorvek Bernard Magdalena Bloodscrawl
Alexandra Feanor

FADE TO BLACK - PART FIVE

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ABOARD THE MV: HEART OF MAR'ZAMBUL,
ARKANIA, GALACTIC CORE COLONIES (903 ABY)

'Who are you, an' who are you - to Rook?'
'I know his real name, we all do.... For every Escaped Labrat is remembered here.'
'Here, your Rook is an old legend now, for Labrat and citizen alik-.'
'Don't - call him that! I don't like it, not one bit.'
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'Neither do we, sir. Neither - do - we.', the oldest of the rabble retorted, looking the Khan in the eye without a single shudder or flinch to be seen, telling a story with the fewest syllables imaginable. An uncanny level of succinct eloquence of which only the elderly, only the wise could know, and despite the fact this one Arkanian was still middle-aged, he still retained a wisdom beyond his years, and experience beyond lifetimes. Barran would have valued it all the quicker, if it were not for one thing, the wise were always the most-difficult to radicalise to their cause, but there was something in that gaze which he could see in that of his old friend.

'Good! Then you won't mind speaking more candidly, right?'

He wanted to understand, as in a way, he felt as though he could comprehend the early workings of an ideal. But the Bloodhound was working against the ticking clock - seeking success on a planet he knew had affected Rook deeply.

Fortunately for the leader of the new arrivals, however, the Khan was a patient man, this the outspoken elder could also see for himself; thus began a process of ideological augmentation, the fine-tuning of Barran's need to wipe the slate clean, though neither side of this conversation could foresee this yet. But there would be signs of such potential that day, the first of which being the elder's unexpectedly potent perspective in his response, looking the Khan in the eye once more as he replied,'Fair.... Well, whether we like it or not, Labrats are what this world has made of us. Its just our good fortune that our compatriots honour us for enduring it, for escaping the cages they built to contain us.... The greatest game of all.', with all the proud candour his heart could offer.

'Heh! An' just like that - you immediately become more interesting to me.... Who - are you, man?'
'To the scientists, I'm B724.... But my mother - she named me,"Jair". This is all I know of mysel-'

<"Unjust Criminals who seek dominion over this world, my name is Solan Charr, Commander of the Galactic Alliance Defense Forces on Arkania. Surrender now, spare your people's lives, and I am certain the Galactic Alliance will forgive you for your transgressions, atleast, the soldiers who serve under you. If you persist, and do not surrender, your Star Destroyers above will be torn from the skies, your forces trapped on this planet, and systematically culled as you have done so to so many innocents before. Those who were used as human shields on Coruscant, or died in your take over of the Core will have their vengeance.">
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The timing could not have been more perfect, but with that, the Khan could physically feel the sudden change in the air; a room gone silent, deathly so, and with every background murmur cut like a purse in the night, Barran knew that something had stirred in the hearts of the Arkanians stood before him. There was no denying what effect such a message had on those who had suffered endless torment to make it so far, to live long enough to make it aboard the Heart of Mar'Zambul, only to hear that their most-recent overlords had painted their planet's governate as paragons of virtue, the one-eyed Woad understood, and could feel that pain as the Arkanians had.

As his closest friend in the Galaxy had, carrying it all on his shoulders, and mentioning nothing about it - for forty long years.

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'So, Jair.... How does that grab you? Pleasure t'meet ye, by the way. Circumstance be damned.'
'Thanks, sir. Likewise.... And it grabs me by the throat, like the scientists once did... Until I got too big for that.'
'Noted.... Now, lets see what our mutual friend has t'say about that, hm?'

AUXILIA
V

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TUWAN GLACIER, SOUTHERN LURON VALLEY,
ARKANIA, GALACTIC CORE COLONIES (903 ABY)

'Motherf-'
'Ulusar, don't do it!'
'You don't need to respond, Ulus-'
'SHUT UP!!!! Its happening whether you like it or not, Keshig!'
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'Oh, boy! Ghoul's gonna have our hides for this.'

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Leaving the tunnelling efforts to the Keshigs, and the largest of all three Stonechewers on the planet's surface that day, Rook decided on the spot that casting his chain-shovel aside was the right decision, sensing that inextricable, soul-deep obligation to climb the ladder topside. But unlike the near-manic frame of mind that preceded his recent, sudden change, the new state of flow was enough to keep Rook's mind clear of distractions, aiding his multitasking efforts greatly as he looked back for a moment to shout,'You'll be fine, Keshig! Just - keep - DIGGING!!!!', so as not to leave anyone daudling in wait for orders.

By the time he reached the top of the ladder, the rogue Arkanian was already punching out into the open air with comm-link receiver in hand, set to the same open comms channel his adversary had used just moments before, recalling the brave message and what struck his soul the hardest. Walking out onto the frozen tundra with fury in every step, it would not be long before flashes of Csilla, Csaus and Carlac flickered before his very eyes, reminding the Archon-Elect of his journey to make it home; to fight for all the children who suffered with him, to keep the guilty from scrubbing evidence of their crimes, to claim the right to vengeance.

In blood - for those who perished in the name of Research.

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'We expect this, no? We say no to topside, but nothing about comms.'
'Believe it or not, there was once a time when our enemies were the ones instructed to stay away from public comms.'
'For OPSEC reasons?'
'Nah, nothing that concrete.... For most, it just - complicated everything.'

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As the frontlines were engaging in the near distance, the Archon-Elect laughed in appreciation for all the progress made, walking toward the mayhem and appraising much in the way of effective topography as the northward march persisted. But before long, the Aethysian Romphaia resting at his hip would finally be unsheathed in anticipation, and for as long as a sword he aptly named,"Vengeance", remained in his grasp, Rook would retain every prompt he ever needed to hone in on that particular part of his enemy's strongly-worded warning. Having embodied the very essence of the word for most of his life, carrying this Bantha's burden everywhere, and all to learn the truth of his childhood, and all to teach the true meaning of the word to all who dared to stand in his path.

<"Vengeance? On the behalf of whom?! Ask yourself this, as you stand in defence of the bastards, the demons who preyed upon the common masses of this planet! The mere fact you stand in the way of MY retribution means NOTHING!!!! But for now, Charr! You ought to ready your heart for madness - for Rook Darkhan awaits you!">
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The Imperials were taking flak to their AT units already by then, signalling the enemy attack with loud, raucous commencement, but Rook continued to march toward the Mawsworn line of contact, swaggering into the smoke with his Romphaia poised over his shoulder. It was then that the Archon-Elect began to pray, throwing his head back with an intake of air through mouth and nostrils alike, then roaring,'MOTHER REBIRTH!!!! I PRAY TO YOU, FOR ALL THAT I DESIRE - IS RETRIBUTION!!!! SEND ME SOMEONE TO ACHIEVE IT!!!!', with all the intensity his aging lungs could muster.

<"Flagship, who's on?">
<"Dreamer here, for now.">
<"Good, we'll need our eye in the sky for this one.... Now more than ever.">
<"I wouldn't be so sure of that, but I promised not to spoil the surprise.">
<"Suit yourself then, Brother. Ghoul - out!">
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'KESHIIIIIIIIGS!!!! SHOW THESE BASTARDS THE MEANING OF PAIN!!!!'

 

[Runar Ævar]

Information and Tags

HPI Representative, Netherworld Crime Boss, Prince of Blood, Crime Lord of Sanctuary​

"Galactic Common" | <"High Nelvaanian"> | << comm. channel >> ​

Voice Sample​

Objective: Deal with the Galactic Alliance
Location: Senate Building, Fondor
Equipment: White Attire | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit || OPBC-01m
Tags: Janus Vipsanius | Kroeger | Redak Boyd | Feridade Parthi | Alexandra Feanor | Cressida Tolliver | Arsenio Tagge | Lander Stalwart | Selrik Lorcas | Alicio Organa | Open

"How uncivilised!" Runar said in an offended tone at Arsenio Tagge’s words, then chuckled softly. "But your speech and words are amusing. I don’t think there’s been a state in nearly a thousand years that has lost so many planets and territories in a single military manoeuvre as you just have. Perhaps I’m wrong, Milord, but the Galacthe Confederacy Empire seems to be in a position where it ought to surrender."

The man deliberately avoided phrasing anything in a way that would include himself as part of the Galacthe Confederacy Empire, keeping his position and role intact as an appointed diplomat.

"Alive?" the man raised an eyebrow. "So this is the Alliance’s method, killing unarmed individuals simply because they brought a message from someone? And you still call the Galacthe Confederacy Empire evil and cruel…" he sighed theatrically. "I would still recommend civilized diplomacy over barbarism…"

Runar was just about to respond to the words of the female senator or leader when the prime minister finally spoke, so the Sangnir remained silent and let Janus say what he wished. The man had hoped he might be able to create a somewhat friendlier atmosphere in the current situation, but it seemed he had failed. And after Janus’ words, it would be even less likely to succeed, as what he delivered was the usual Sith-style approach.

Runar wasn’t surprised that this man was the prime minister in the Empire. He just rolled his eyes slightly, partly for theatrical effect, and sighed almost inaudibly. The man had never been so open and direct - he much preferred games and shadow play - but now was not the time for that. At present, he was merely an appointed diplomat; the others were truly servants of the Emperor and the Empire.

He saw Lorcas speaking, but since the Confederacy people were far enough from the Galacthe Confederacy Empire’s envoys, he couldn’t hear much of it, choosing instead to focus on the conversations nearby that he could fully hear. He could have offered some rather biting responses, but remained silent. It helped that the young Boyd began speaking next to the previous Sephi. Yes, this man was also Imperial, a soldier. Runar had never liked that tone; it lacked the thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the game. So there was nothing left but to hope that the words of others would be more satisfying.

"You would sacrifice billions out of mere defiance, in a battle you might not even win?" the man asked, turning toward Lander Stalwart. "Do your planet’s people agree with you condemning them to death? Not to mention, you certainly won’t be taking up arms against the Empire… since you’re here, safe, and not on the battlefield." For once, he wasn’t mocking; this was genuine curiosity.

Finally, the man turned to Lorcas after all.

"You see, Moff, they’re the ones who want to fight, not the Empire. And I have a question for the Madam President. Does the Madam President realize that you’re here speaking of peace, while the galaxy openly knows that you’ve started a war against the Sith Order? Those two things somehow don’t add up for me." The man looked at him with an almost innocent expression.

But events moved on, and as they did, the man also glanced at the young lady from the Confederacy, though he preferred to watch the proceedings. Yet another vote for war. No wonder the Alliance was where it was; so many bloodthirsty senators… The man considered the Netherworld’s demons friendlier and more reasonable than these, and most of those demons had been Darksider Force users. During Alicio’s words, Runar let out a conspicuous yawn.

"I honestly thought it was possible to speak like civilized beings, but here everyone is more bloodthirsty than the Sith and other creatures… I’m not surprised the Alliance is on the brink of collapse. I would suggest that, in this matter, the Senate should not decide. The people should. I wonder... if the Empire’s envoys told them the same things they’ve told you, would they choose certain peace, or death? A politician speaks easily; they’re never in danger. I’m asking seriously; do you sleep well at night?" he asked. "Before you ask me back, I do, because I don’t send anyone to their death and always try to avoid unnecessary bloodshed and death. I can’t speak for my companions; they’re Imperials. I’m the Black Sheep today; perhaps the only one who truly wants peace…"

War was bad for business, but he didn’t voice that thought. At last, he looked over everyone, clapped his hands together again, and began gesturing as he spoke.

"Since it’s clear there are several groups here wanting different things… I propose that the the Confederacy envoys go with Lady Feanor or someone else and find a calmer place for negotiations. They are not here because of us, and we are not here because of them, they were here before us, so let’s not disturb one another. Those who want war should have their verbal duel with Lord Kroeger and Lord Vipsanius. Those who truly seek peace may speak with me and young Lord Boyd. After that, the groups can discuss among themselves what they’ve heard. Let’s work together and work optimally and more successfully!" he offered it to everyone.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Jacen Breska Koda Fett ​

The Phoenix crew had never been known for playing nice. If a target sat fat and complacent in port, that wasn't an invitation for diplomacy, it was an invitation to pounce.

Snatching up the Spear III from the starport where it sat docked should have been like shooting fish in a barrel.

It should have worked.

Instead, the galaxy decided to mock the effort. The Spear III slipped its berth in a maneuver equal parts improbable and insulting, darting under a freighter that hadn't been there a second ago, skimming the decking close enough to scatter sparks in its wake.

From the Phoenix's flank, a canister burst, flooding the air with a dense dust cloud meant to coats the Spear through it and paint every vent, seam, and sensor shroud on scans.

The tractor beam spun up in an attempt to lock the smaller ship in its grip, paired with sharp bursts from the Ionstorm emitters aimed to scramble the Spear's controls without frying every speeder in the district. The Flidas ion railgun spat needle-precise arcs toward its thrusters, each one meant to herd rather than destroy.

Braze's HUD traced the Spear's projected escape arc in crimson. He keyed the comm to Jacen and the crew,
"Stand down. Let the whomp rat scurry back into whatever hole he calls home."

A wry smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"He's not worth risking civilian lives… and besides" his tone dipped, "I prefer opponents with a little more backbone."
He called the Ashwing to his side and boarded up to leave, being sure to take Jacen Breska with him.

Target: Koda Fett
Bounty Link: Koda Fett Bounty
License: Braze's Bounty Hunter License

[OOC: Withdrawing Braze from this scene, as it's been made clear the bounty hunt isn't something the other writer wishes to engage with here.]

//Exit​

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[Ines Pen-Ar-Lan]

Fade to Black

Caelan Valoren ​

Also tagging: Ronhar Tane Zuv Ralen Keilara Kala'myr Kelig Ward Vireth @other imperials at obj. 3

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Soooooo... Do I actually hold them to a higher standard? If a member of the Dark Side Elite had done it, I wouldn't have questioned it for a second. It would've been well within their rights to conduct a spot inspection. But when the Jedi did it - it was different. I think I might actually have felt just as outraged about it as Line did. When we talked, I couldn't help but feel like he wanted to be on my side, he wanted to see the best in me - it was intoxicating. But then, he ripped my kit away.

I've been so stupid. Maybe spending all this time together with the Jedi and their associates has blinded me to what they truly are. The instructors at the academy were right all along, weren't they? The Jedi are well intentioned - but when it comes down to it, they'll be as deceitful and happy to abuse their powers as any Sith.

But even as I'm sitting here writing this, I can't help but to think back to how gentle and kind he was at first. I'm being so silly.

[...]

The Firefighter offered a grateful nod, seemingly believing that the Jedi would help her as she ventured to her first live fire. A sweet smile spread under the mask whilst a low, almost shy, "Thank you" left her lips. Line then started moving in the direction of the fire.

Unfortunately, the Jedi was more vigilant than the Agent had hoped. Suddenly, it felt like her kit had a will of its own. Her eyes immediately darted down to it. Despite tightening her grip, her closed hand was steadily being forced open as the Jedi pulled the box closer to himself. "What's go-" confused words left her as her eyes scanned for what was going on.

The Jedi was not being very subtle and her gaze soon landed on him. Her hazel eyes, wide with hurt, searched his face—then slowly hardened with simmering anger. "Hey you!" she hollered, the working class Corellian accent growing more pronounced once more. As if by instinct, she stretched out an arm towards him to snap her fingers to catch his attention - and that was very much the goal. The man had just taken her work gear and Line was in a hurry. "Snap out of it" Her tone was sharp.

The rifle was not hidden beneath a pile of tools. It was placed there for easy access in a pinch. Even then, the Agent had ensured it wouldn’t be immediately visible when the kit was opened.

*If the Jedi chose to look down into the kit, he would find a semi-organised work space filled with a pleathora of tools. It was indicative of someone who wanted to keep things neat but was too green to keep everything tidy when she was doing field work.

At the side of the kit, tools were arranged vertically in standard foam slots typical of such kits. Drills, buzzsaws, electrobreakers, and other firefighting tools stood upright, their handles pointing upward. A few of them wore a thin layer of dust which made them appear less used than the other tools. These lesser used tools were half covered by a couple of fire blankets which wouldn’t fit on the other side of the kit.

Ines had hidden her blaster well: One of the covered handles was, in fact, not a tool - but instead a customized blaster handle. The kit would likely hold up to a mere visual inspection - it was even relatively good at hiding the weapon from some scanners since it was filled with enough advanced tools to clutter the scan. But if someone were to start digging through the kit, it would only be a matter of time until they would find the weapon.* [end of if section]

Line took a step closer to the Jedi and beckoned him to hand the kit back to her "Come on. We've got to help your friends and make sure that the fire doesn't spread. If you don't wanna come along, that's fine, but I'll need my kit back." The young firefighter seemed to have rallied for she now spoke with a bit more confidence and her accent, while still clearly Corellian, was much milder.

Meanwhile​

Without the Agent's interference, the BD unit had no significant issues controlling the droids—at least, none related to her.

The fire the scientists had just started was relatively easy to contain. However, the electrical fire caused by the console overheating had grown worse. While not yet a serious threat to the facility, flames had begun creeping along the cables and wires connecting the console to the rest of the building. Wall panels and floor tiles underneath were beginning to warm up from the fire that was spreading underneath them.

Even so, the blaze was still small enough that the shuttle bay remained accessible—if one more segment of magnetically sealed fire doors could be opened.

 

[Jacen Breska]

BOUNTY: KODA FETT
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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3x Ion Grenades | 3x Kushute Grenades | 2x Stunner Grenade | Valiant Red Injector: x4 Spares | Taozin Amulet
LOCATION: :: Dojo of Braze's DEMISE ::
TAG: Braze
Target: Koda Fett
Bounty Link: Koda Fett Bounty
License: Jacen Breska's Bounty License

Jacen couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had Koda Fett. Literally had him. Snared, locked down, nowhere to run. Now Braze's voice in his ear was telling him to stand down?


"What?!" he barked into his comm, the word cracking through the cockpit. "But-" He bit down on the protest, jaw flexing before the growl slipped out. "Argh. FINE."


His gauntleted hand slammed the release for the magnetic clamp, and the whole capture rig shuddered as it detached. Watching as the entire apparatus fell away with Koda Fett still attached to it, vanishing toward the surface like discarded trash. Jacen's other hand was already on the stick, yanking the ship hard into a climb to dodge the streaking incoming fire.

"Whatever," he muttered, a sour edge in his voice. "Maybe the fall will kill him." His lip curled into a sneer as his fingers danced over the throttle controls, the thrusters flaring hot. He angled away toward the rendezvous point with Braze, letting the adrenaline fade into a simmering annoyance.

Today was a wash. Tomorrow, maybe the galaxy would stop wasting his time.


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-- This post is made in accordance with the Bounty Hunter's Code. The target's toggle was active at the time of posting. This post includes a valid license and links directly to the bounty as required by board rules. --
OOC: Withdrawing from this thread along with Braze

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[Caelan Valoren]

As expected, the usual tools were present. She was committed, he'd give her that. Whatever preparation she'd gone through to climatize herself to this persona had been very good. But he already knew the truth of her situation, which made it all the more difficult for her to understand his actions. She was not aware that he knew the truth. How could she be? If she was, she'd probably have hauled off and tried to hit him, or dropped her kit and started running. That said, there was much more in the kit than met the eye.

A little manipulation through the Force and the various items inside would begin to lift free. The snapping fingers? Might have worked on a padawan, or someone younger, but not him. Between his royal upbringing that forced him to ignore distractions, and his history as a Jedi, the effort was lost on him. Also because he knew what he was looking for and knew she was trying to distract him from finding it.

Each piece of equipment that was pulled free was set neatly on the side against the wall. At least until he found what he was looking for, the rifle. This he brought in front of her and let hover, holding it there with only a minimal amount of concentration while his eyes flitted to her. Feelings wise, he could feel anxiety from his scientists, but they did seem to be moving and he hadn't received a call from Fate, which meant that they were fine for the moment. Either the efforts with the droids had worked or he'd figured out some other means of dealing with them. Not something worth worrying over.

"I don't know many firefighters that carry rifles in their bags," he said, his eyes looking at her. "Care to explain?"

MEANWHILE....

The two droids returned, one of them carrying an emergency fire extinguisher, which it began spraying onto the fire. Might not be able to get all of the flames that were spreading down the wires, but it would at least be able to get rid of some of what would kill the fleshlings that Fate was trying to save because he knew that Caelan cared about them.

"Bwoo-bwoop, beep. Bloop boop-bweep bwoop-bwoo beep-bweep dwoop-bweep bwoop-bwoo bwoop bweep bwoop-bwoo bwee beep-bweep dweet-bweep. Boop bwoo bwee beep dweet-bweep bwoo-bweep."

The scientists moved down the corridor, careful to keep a wide berth of the droids. Seemed they were still leery of them given the droids had been coming for them before. He couldn't blame them for that. Regardless, he had the two that weren't working on keeping the fire at bay move down the hall towards the next fire door. His new henchdroids got to work beating on it. With the fire still present, no matter what he did to try and override the door it wouldn't work. They had to rely on brute force. Shouldn't be an issue, though.

At least for the moment.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Ines Pen-Ar-Lan ​

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
OBJECTIVE III: SHADOW PROTOCOL

"Almost...there!"

With a final push of Burnblade, Ronhar managed to cut through the remainder of the factory archive doors, once again creating an opening large enough for both his Storm Commandos and Wookiee Troopers. His team pushed through the opening single fire, weapons drawn and ready to fire.

As they entered the archives, Ronhar was taken aback by the absolute size of the room he entered. Rows upon rows of shelving filled the space before him, undoubtedly containing thousands of holotapes that he and his team would have to shift through. Unfortunately, time was most definitely not on his side, as cutting through the door had taken Ronhar far longer than he would have wanted to.

"Right, here's the plan. Scrascol, Wommeeekkk, you take the left the side. Flegill, Mabnoy, you take the right side. Garhosl, Snrunch and I will take the middle. Hedgnic, you watch the turbolift. I want an alert the second someone tries to access it. Understood? We don't have a lot of time, so don't forget to access any terminals you come across."

With that, the team split up, each of them covering their assigned sections of the room. Ronhar weaved through the shelving, looking for anything of value to him and his Imperial Remnant. As he turned the corner to go into the next row of shelves, he suddenly stopped and darted back around. For the moment that he turned the corner, he saw something, something large and active, patrolling the room.

"No way", Ronhar breathed as Garhosl and Snrunch stopped behind him. He had never seen one in person, but its size, armaments and energy shields were distinct enough that he was able to recognize it instantly from the data files that he had viewed on Mahporeem.

"Blast!", Ronhar whispered as he turned to address the Garhosl and Snrunch.

"We've got a major problem. That's a Scorpenek Annihilator Droid."

"A what?", Garhosl asked. "That can't be good."

"It isn't", Ronhar agreed. "Think of it as a Droideka on spice. That energy shield will deflect just about anything we could throw at it. Well, almost anything."

Ronhar could feel the weight of Burnblade resting on his back as he considered his options.

<"Must we go that way? Could we not find an alternate route?">, Snrunch suggested, though his suggestion came out more as a roar than a sentence Ronhar and Garhosl could fully understand.

Peering around the corner, Ronhar couldn't help but notice that the droid was guarding some sort of important looking terminal. Ronhar would be that that terminal would tell him exactly where he needed to go in order to find what he was looking for.

Blast!

"Where's a Jedi when you need one?", Ronhar thought grimly. Perhaps he had been hasty in telling Caelan Valoren not to follow him down the turbolift. Still, he wouldn't have wanted the Jedi rummaging through the archives, even if it meant bringing extra help.

Still, he had to figure out some way of destroying this droid, and quickly. The longer he lingered down here, the more likely someone would show up that he wasn't expecting, and that would never be a good thing.

An idea formed in Ronhar's head. He gently began shaking the shelving he was hiding behind, and is started swaying back and forth. All the shelving in the room seemed to be freestanding, not connected to the ceiling in any way. What if...?

"Alright, I have an idea", Ronhar said to his present company. "It's a bit dangerous, but it just might work if we can bait that stupid droid into getting a bit closer. Here's what we'll do..."

TAGS:
Ines Pen-Ar-Lan
Caelan Valoren
Keilara Kala'myr
OPEN

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Fondor - Senate Main Hall
Objective - Defiance

Equipment:
Sabers (Hidden in Sleeves)
Spear (Held by Eve)
Robes​

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Alexandra had taken time resting her throat, that the damage which her form had been infected with was controlled. But even then the words from Janus as soon as she had finished simply left a sour taste in her mouth. It was a misconception of her words, or a poisoned attempt to take what she had said and to insinuate something that almost amused her. Alexandra's record and name was not exactly unknown, especially considering her past with the Jedi, the Republic and before that the Sith Empire of the early 800s ABY. She had ensured nothing was hidden from her fellow Senators, her past as a Sith and the path away from it.

She waited patiently, both in order to continue resting her throat but to allow for her fellow Senators to weigh in and to give their thoughts. She did not seek to interrupt or interact with these comments from a viper for the time being.

Her gaze then moving to the form of Selrik Lorcas after Janus Vipsanius was done speaking, listening to his own words now and letting him have his fun. She had no intention of stopping the Imperials from their infighting, as she did not trust the Imperial Confederacy any further than this Galactic Empire in the long term. If they operated in the same manner, then it would mean the ideals of their people would always be at risk of conflict but this time she did not find their presence to be a problem.

After all, it only played to her intentions for what she had said already.

Then came the younger Imperial, repeating much of the same from his senior, a mouthpiece that is certainly committed but at the same time all the more disappointing. They speak of dominion and conquest, of rights to rule over a thousand planets that have no interest in the future planned for them. Even now Eshan has made that clear at the least, and Alexandra intended on doing so as well with Veradune. If Alderaan was able to speak on the matter, they would likely voice much in the same as well.

But that was for her to address after the fact.

And Finally came Lander Stalwart , a series of comments that Alexandra could only side with wholeheartedly. She listened to his words and would slowly moved to stand once more, to shift towards the front of the Pod that was hers and using her right hand to keep herself stable while her left remained immobile at her side still. His words about the fate of all empires all too true given the numerous that had fallen in the last hundred years, and how even the grandest of all in the history of the Galaxy only had survived three decades at most.

It was a fact of things, how a government like the Republic could last for thousands of years, where as a Galactic Empire fell within a single lifetime.

Though, in these times, even that fact was hard fought to see.

Soon Dayna Rhyss would join her voice though to the proceedings, or rather, spoke with Selrik Lorcas nearby. She was curious what the words might have been but she did catch a glance in her direction, something that made her look at Eve before nodding to the woman.

It was no sooner that Cressida Tolliver spoke, her words much like Lander Stalwart 's. She listened carefully, took stock and measure of what was stated and agreed with this having become a bit of a show. The Emperor's expectations were either idiotic, or clear as day in that he had intended for this to be a circus show for many to see. But the only result he had achieved was that the Senate had become unified in their voices, had become certain in their path.

Alicio Organa made that clear. The man providing his voice but looking all the worse in the short time he had been able to speak. The visage was something that she intended on addressing or following up on, but at the same time she knew that the Chancellor had much more to do. If Alderaan was under threat for a moment, the Organa man would give everything to ensure its safely.

And finally, Runar spoke once more. His words a disappointment as he could not separate the Imperial Confederacy from the Alliance. The values of the two bodies being far different yet still joined in their distaste for the policies and common practices of Sith Rule. While Runar Ævar attempted to separate themselves from the Sith puppets, it was clear that they were one all the same, that they would preferred billions under the foot of despots rather than efforts for a free galaxy, even if there were faults in that system.

"I need make this clear, as it seems the viper's tongue that Sith possess have infected our guests today. To know the history, and to know the past of our enemy, is different from idolizing them. I do not intend on wasting my breath on this, and instead I will make clear the stance of Veradune just as my colleagues have done so." She would keep herself stable, her voice clearly struggling to keep up as she spoke into the microphone that was helping to transmit her voice to the other pods.

"If it was peace that you sought Janus Vipsanius and Redak Boyd , then this Senate would have welcomed you. You would have found eager interest to ensure that the people who have suffered from our war did not suffer any longer. Had you come with intention of ensuring Order, then you would have found like minded individuals who wish for the same. Veradune joined the Alliance not out of duty for the past, or for its predecessors like the Republic. We joined with interest to ensure good order and safety within the bounds of the Galactic Alliance, to protect the worlds that have joined this Senate around you today." As she finished she could not step back in time to stop the cough, a rough and strained cough that flowed over the halls.

Still she did not move away, and instead she continued.

"I doubt you have earned even a brief thought for your 'offer'. You seek dominion and capitulation, not negotiation of peace. Runar Ævar , I do not know if it is ignorance or you are willful in not seeing what was offered as anything else. I hope that it is ignorance, that you simply are looking for the best in this situation rather than understanding you have given your voice to those who used children and those suffering as shields during the battle on Coruscant. If it is, then I apologize for what I have ascribed as malicious lies coming from you, but Veradune stands firm in our belief on this matter. The Galactic Empire has squandered any hope in the Galactic Alliance entertaining their offer, and for this reason I move to present a new matter to my colleagues." She took another pause, nodding to Eve and allowing for the proposal she had intended on bringing to the Senate to be filtered to the other pods of those in attendance.

"Before you all is a simple two part proposal, something that will be codified into Bill after our Senate has reviewed and offered their edits over the next few weeks. The Galactic Empire has made it clear today that this proposal is not only worth consideration, but a necessary step forward for the Galactic Alliance. I propose the following as a result. First, The Galactic Alliance must authorize and permit the full activation of the Galactic Alliance's Defense Forces in this war, that the full might of our servicemembers be utilized to ensure no further worlds suffer invasion and subjugation by these despots. In doing so, we will increase funding for the GADF, and ensure companies supplying our services are given every resource they require. Additionally, the second part of the Proposal is simple. We will draft a new treaty, one that invites those who are of the same mind that Peace and Order between our nations is of vital importance in the face of a nation that has usurped the freedoms of our neighbors and loved ones. Until such time that the Galactic Empire has seen that the Galaxy will not abide by such suffering, we will approach those who stand to lose should this infirm Emperor and his puppets be allowed to do as they please. I have included a process in which Worlds who are not part of our Senate, and are not member worlds to additionally find a place within our halls as Attaches, Advisors, and Observing Members with Limited Imput and Voting Rights." She paused, coughing again and bringing her sleeve up to her mouth. The damage clear as her voice was no longer even and as she drew it away the stain of crimson showed on her silvered robes.

"We were founded, to offer the Galaxy a chance for a greater Galactic Community. To protect those we are able to and to uphold the values of Peace and Order without subjugation or tyranny. Our chancellor suffers on the frontlines to make that clear, just as many of us have served in the past or suffered at the corruptive and evil nature of the Imperial Envoys before us. I caution any to hear their poisoned words for but a moment longer, only to listen and recognize such insidiousness for what it is. My fellow Senators, let us prove now that we are invested in the future of those worlds that stand beside us today as full members, or those worlds which seek to build a brighter future even if they remain under the governance of our counterparts such as the Diarchy, The Mandalorians, The High Republic, or The Imperial Confederacy. Janus Vipsanius , do not take what I have said as disinterest in a peace though... if the Galactic Empire truly seeks peace, then let us hear a truly reasonable proposal. I can even offer my own suggestion, that we cease hostilities, that our worlds heal and our two nations form a joint effort to seek a brighter and better future for your people and ours. Together, not apart. You could be a member of this treaty, this goal we both seek, or you can walk out and prove avaricious want and total dominion is all you care for." She would turn her head towards Grand Moff Selrik, lowering her head as she made it clear this proposal was for his people too.

Only then would she step back, barely able to hold herself up for the moment as Eve moved forward. The AI in a clone of her original body standing by her side to keep her upright, her hearing the words from the woman that the Operation had begun on Arkania, and in moments all signals from the planet would be cut off.

 

[Prowler II]

EQUIPMENT: In sig
ALLIES: Thomas Barran Sid Berik Wymar Tiberius Zaarin Artam Macek Flannigan Tagge
ENEMIES: Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra Solan Charr Kyric
OBJECTIVE: Bring things back on schedule.
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SENTINEL-CLASS LANDING CRAFT TRANSIT & DEBRIEF:

" Status report." The arkanian elder approached the tactical readout terminal that was surrounded by squadron commanders and imperial navy officers aboard. Even now Prowler could sense the approaching battle and was noticing his patience dwindle as each moment passed by. " My, Lord." A officer began to motion towards a bow but was swiftly interrupted. " You will dispense with the formalities! And give me a status report." His voice flowed out from his mouth like a spell. Enticing the officer to comply against his will.

" As you wish," The officer pivoted and began to immediately point to key locations on the projected holomap of Arkania below. " Here is where our military forces have established an forward operating base-" The next few moments faded and blurred for Prowler. His eyes peering into some impossible far off place or destination only able to be seen by him alone. For an instance his demeanor faded away and the semblance of a old man remained. But through this rather deceptive guise his immense will over shadowed the vessel, a psychic impression taking root and collectively the crew of the Sentinel-class landing craft began to subtly shake their heads. Some holding them, others blinking hand and the few muttering in their breath before the scene returned to normal.

With a wave of his hand the elder dismissed the meeting and took a seat. His mind combing through memories, information and details he had not previously known and yet now he would use as the Emperor saw fit. One specific detail was the mentioning of a collective system malfunction for the Imperial ground command. Vehicles, technology and computer systems run amuck. Whatever this phenomenon was, it proved to be an nuance.

Interesting. Very interesting...

DROP OFF LOCATION: MIDST THE CHAOS

The shuttles descent through the atmosphere was steep, like a daggers plunge and flashes of light reflected off the Sentinel-class shuttle as it zipped through the skies and eventually "slowing" to make a emergency drop off of imperial forces. While the squads of troopers hustled to their positions, the elder took his time down the ramp. Black and red robes trailing behind him on the cool metal surface before the crunch of snow was underfoot. The nips and chills from the cold was enough to make any man rethink their decisions, yet for the Darkside Elite the cold seemed to collect on his visage and coating his long white hair and beard in delicate crystals. The oxygen grew stale and dry in the frigid conditions.

His pale eyes devoid of any life, or humanity, a portal to the realms of a mad man and with those eyes he peered into a twisted enlightenment. Making his way to the nearest AT-AT and leaping the distance between the ground and its bottom hatch. Prowler acquainted himself with the new surroundings and made way to the bridge where he made his way to the comm system and closed his eyes.

<<" This is Prowler.">> he growled and let the chill of his voice produce a mental cold snap apon all those that had ears to hear. His intervention with the Imperial infantries affairs meant nothing good. <<" Your efforts have been thwarted far too long! Your Emperor is counting on each and everyone of you to deliver victory for your Empire....and you will. Oh you will.">> He grinned and mustered his own power within his being dominate the minds of all he could within the realm of Imperial forces on Arkania. Subjugating them into a shared lattice of coordination and information with the members of the Darkside Elite at the helm. Of course there would be those who would not be effected or to varying degrees, but they were of no concern as they were the few and would follow the systemic control of the many. <<" You lack vision and so, The Emperor has deemed it fit to share....His vision. And as for the tricks of the Jedi. I will deal with that nuance personally! Now you all may continue as planned. FOR THE EMPIRE. FOR THE EMPEROR!>> Gritting his teeth the Dark Jedi extended his incorporeal will in one last bout of effort. His being in the force dwarfing the AT-AT's, military vehicles and scale of the Galactic Empires tide of the battlefield with a passive but emboldened preternatural resilience.

<<" Tiberius Zaarin , I will be holding you personally responsible should any further failure incur. Prowler out.">>

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[Feridade Parthi]

| Location | Senate Chamber, Fondor
| Objective | Defiance

The chamber was ablaze with fiery banter and stances. Feridade's eyes continued to move from speaker to speaker as he let them all speak. His golden gaze fell upon Redak Boyd as they spoke, speaking of reclaiming the Deep Core and then demanding that the Senate recognize that all territory to the east of the core be recognized under imperial sovereignty. Of course, that would include the likes of Eshan and many other systems.​

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While he was often the one with much to say, he held his silence, some semblance of a smile forming on his lips. Echani customs were often expressed through combat, a core part of their identity and society, and while he had neglected this part of his home's culture for the vast majority of his tenure within the Senate as it was frowned upon and seen as uncivilized. ​

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The introduction of an enemy that was keen on their destruction reignited an old flame within him. A flame spurred by the words of his fellow senators and the brief appearance made by the Supreme Chancellor. Feridade stood tall as he spoke, rebuking the Imperial delegation and their statements,​

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"Eshan defies the wishes of your Emperor and his Empire. If you want to claim our home and demand us to kneel, come and take it and force us. Echani do not cower or yield. We welcome and embrace the challenge of adversity."​

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The line had been drawn in the sand, and it was clear who among the Senate would stand with him in open defiance against the Galactic Empire. He would posture himself as one of many pillars that would uphold the democracy of the Alliance, even if it had lost its way, then they would rather go down amidst a blaze of defiance.​

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"Let the victor write the tale, and the vanquished become its villain. We will fight until there is nothing left to fight for. If we should falter and crumble beneath the Empire's heel, so be it. But let history remember that Eshan fought and fell standing in defiance." ​

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If it meant a war of attrition, then let war come. ​

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Lander Stalwart | Alicio Organa | Alexandra Feanor | Cressida Tolliver | Arsenio Tagge | Selrik Lorcas | Dayna Rhyss | Runar Ævar | Janus Vipsanius | Kroeger | Redak Boyd​

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@Senators | Runar Ævar

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[Ines Pen-Ar-Lan]

Fade to Black

Caelan Valoren ​

Also tagging: Ronhar Tane Zuv Ralen Keilara Kala'myr Kelig Ward Vireth @other imperials at obj. 3

He knew. Despite her protests, the Jedi kept going with his investigation. There was no denying that his instincts to search the kit were good ones. Tools were being unplucked from the kit at an alarming rate. While a normal search would have taken a bit of time seeing as how well filled the kit was, the Jedi was using the force to speed things up.

Line's eyes had previously shifted from hurt to outraged. Now hints of uncertainty started to show but were soon overtaken by an analytical gaze. While her cover was still intact, it was clear that the Jedi had set his mind on getting to the bottom of what she was up to. It was only a matter of time before he'd find what he was looking for.

If the Jedi tried to search her mind, it would be just as hard as it had been earlier. There would be a torrent of mundane and idle thoughts making it nigh on impossible to dig any deeper. This was also what made it so difficult for most Jedi's ability to catch glimpses into the future work on her actions. Perhaps he would sense something if she was about to pull a gun on him but so far, she had not taken any steps to hurt anybody. Instead, she leaned back and activated her jump boots.

A burst of flame and pressurized air was released under her feet as she was propelled through the corridor that she had been moving towards. At the sametime, the shockwave was likely to either blow the Jedi back, or at least to stagger him. The Agent brought out the blaster she kept at the inside of her jacket and fired off a few accurate shots at the door consoles. Despite his ability to walk through solid objects, it would seem as if she still hoped that he would be slowed down or tired out.

The Agent would soon land with enough force for her to make a well practiced combat roll in order to maintain momentum without losing her footing. She then activated another burst to shoot her even further. Her game was clear: She was playing to create as much distance between them as possible.

 

[Henna Ashina]

OBJECTIVE I: FIRE AND ICE | VEESHAS TUWAN
i've got solar flares for your dead gods
Corr | Kylass Starhaven | Inosuke Ashina | Jannik Morlandt | Bernard
Lord Creuat | Pak Jaehyun | Jin Taeyang

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Their ship tore through the atmosphere above a battle beginning to unfurl below. AT walkers trudged across the treacherous terrain, every step the beat of a war drum. The seer's eyes pierced beyond the ice and steel. Invisible fractures, cerulean and crimson, curved along the ground to scribe a riddle in a language only Ashla spoke. Sunlight struck the glaciers, fracturing time itself. Shadows of men marching across the field shimmered and shifted, caught in the icy reflections of the future. Henna’s senses traced them back to the source, threading through the past to sense a presence long absent from their cause.

"Not the field. Mountains. Northern ridge line." She informed their pilots.

They might have thought her mad. Smugglers, not Jedi, their path made them capable of flying, but the spiritual aspects of their cause would likely escape them. So be it. There were darker machinations at work than the destruction that awaited Fort Tagge. Momentarily, the seer's eyes shut to the carrier's bay. Strength would be needed - Corr especially, raw and untested against Bogan. Henna reached first for Jannik, letting boundaries dissolve and their essences merge. The other seer had his own reservoir of strength, which she drew from. Next was Inosuke, familiar as her heartbeat, part of a ritual etched into memory through countless battles. Then the others - Corr and Kylass, pulled into the weave, cloaked in the strength of three masters.

The meld would be weaker than she'd like, even if Jannik could add his own strength, with her focus on her blade. But it would be enough to guide their strikes true and keep their minds shielded by the light. When her eyes reopened, Henna stood, clad in cold-weather robes. The ship had begun to shudder as it began its descent. A determined stride carried her to stand ready at the access hatch - and when it opened, Henna made the short jump down, leading the charge.

MELD ACTIVE​

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[Jacen Voidstalker]

JACEN

The hunt had begun.

The mountain loomed above him. Jacen knew that it was foolish to come alone. He hadn't been on the field of battle for nearly a decade. Some memories took a long time to fade. The feelings were familiar. The slight tension at the base of his spine, the first tremble in his hands that he silenced with a thought.

Jacen Voidstalker knew battle. It was part of him. It had forged him.

That slight shift in the Force called to him again. He started to reached for it, but something else caught his attention.

The Siniteen closed his eyes and reached out through the Force to his Dark Side Elite brethren , who were likewise tasked with seeking out the Sith artifacts and previous kyber.

No, he thought to himself. The enemy was ahead. Jacen pulled his hood closer around his head and trudged towards the library entrance.

 

[Sharad Dhavale]

OBJECTIVE I

2nd Prefsbelt Exile Brigade

Gamma Platoon

Ravager Squadron

Opps: Gavin Restur | Skorvek
Mates: Thomas Barran ​

Sharad felt bud breathe ache against his lungs as he took sharp inhales. They had manage to clamber a decent distance to their target before the first pings of sniper fire began to rain upon them. “Keep going!” Rickhard snapped as the first few Auxiliaries fell, “Recover at these next craters!” The NCO barked. Sharad took that literally and began to slow his advance, hunching himself over. The heftiness of his battery pack made the young trooper grunt and gag, but he was at least presenting a smaller target. Most of the remaining platoon, who had not been gunned down took cover in the various craters created by the heat of battle. Waiting for a moment for their own support to kick into gear.

As they drew closer to the enemy trench line, Raiber got onto her knees and set up the gun, while Sharad shrugged off the pack with a grunt. Getting on his knees, Sharad heaved the pack up so it’s controls were visible. With at least the heads of the enemy visible, Raiber began to spin up the cycling vent as Sharad spooled the battery coolant. Within seconds, a barrage of withering maser fire was levied against the trenchline. The Rausgeber buzzsaws powerful firing rate coupled with its powerful payload was aimed to suppress the sniper fire and gun positions with a little taste of their own medicine. “That’s right you bastards!” Kaylah screamed, “Bow! Bow to me! Cos this shitheap belongs to the Emperor!”

Sharad conversely unslung the rifle from his shoulder, and pressed it to his shoulder, firing from a prone position. One burst, two bursts. He aimed directly behind where Kaylah cast her devastating arc. Either to try and mop up anyone dazed by the initial burst, or those who popped up after. Dhavale didn’t have the firepower of the MMG-69, but the VW-864 did good work for what it was. With each burst, he breathed out. Fully focused on trying to suppress the enemy as his cohorts drew close. Each sharp inhale pierced his lungs with the freezing temperatures, but that was not going to stop him. What did however was the sound of trudging through the thick snow. Not that of his cohorts advance, but a slow, meandering walk. Deliberate, and pained.

Sharad turned, and what he saw took his frigid breath away. With half his head gone, Corporal Marr stumbled toward Sharad. What remained of the respirator mask was either caked to his face or hung off of it. The top right quadrant of his head was either shorn off. Bone, pulsing flesh… The corporal's brain pulsed as he advanced. Sharad was shocked, disgusted as he shambled toward him. With little regard for his own safety, Dhavale abandoned his own rifle, and sprinted toward the approaching man, “Corporal are you alright?!” He reached for his own medical pouch, meagre offerings, but surely could help. Of course he wasn’t alright. The mans head was a cracked nut and its innard open to the world.

Despite being nearly a foot shorter than Marr, he reached for the man’s shoulder to pull him down, when the malformed man leaned down and attempted to bite Sharad. Dhavale fell down onto his arse. Marr continued to try and maul the shorter soldier. His teeth gnawing at the throat piece of his armour. Sharad desperately kicked and punched at Marr, “Jan! Jan! Gitoff!” Sharad shrilly snapped, but he couldn’t. Instead, blood poured from the man’s open wounds. Viscera landing over Sharad’s helmet lenses. “Jan! C’mon!”

Words did nothing to stop him. Dhavale grunted and wriggled as Marr’s shattered jaw managed to tear strips of leather and reinforced fibres from Dhavale’s uniform. Guts and blood began to cover the private’s coat, as he looked for an out, but his assailant was ferocious. Not necessarily in terms of tact and accuracy, conversely his movements were clumsy and brutish. But they terrifying. Sharad screamed, and wailed under the attack. Until it stopped. An errant fist landed into what remained of Marr’s brain, sending his body limp. Dhavale’s boldly also lost tension as he lay there, petrified, “Sharad!” Raiber barked from her position, “Sharad! Where are you at you prick?!”

“C-c-coming.” Was all he could meekly stammer. He slowly clambered out from underneath Marr, his coat and tunic now soaked with snow. But it was his glove he was tranfixed on. Marr's grey matter and nerves were smeared across it. Sharad tried to look away, but the only other thing he could focus on was the maimed face of his friend. Jan Marr was a shiester. But at least an entertaining one. Now he was gone. Dhavale winced, what was wrong with him? Surely it was do or die, right? Right? Marr had his brains hangin’ out for Siths sake? Winded, Dhavale hobbled back to his post. He cycled the batteries back, and retrieved his rifle.

“A few more sprays Sharad!” Raiber called as the MMG was reloaded, “And we’ll be able to give these bastards the one they’ve been waiting for!”