Forge Ahead [ CIS Kamino Raid ]

[Malok]

K A M I N O​

Mood Music: Forge Ahead​

This was a risk that they had to take.

A Stand. A demonstration that co-existence would never be an option.

As one, the Confederacy of Independent Systems would lash out against the Imperial war machine.

They aimed for its beating heart: for the ocean planet that once stood free alongside countless others. They aimed to cripple the iron beast before it grew fat on the blood and sweat of the Southern Systems. They aimed to make the Galactic Empire bleed.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, bringing darkness to an already stormy world, an armada was coming. The Confederacy marshalled their best and their brightest before diving into Hyperspace, headfirst. In but a matter of hours, their destination would come into view...

The Vicelord donned him helm.

His heart thundered away in his chest as he gazed out upon the blur of stars. For him, War was a place of comfort. For him, Battle was home. Decades of serving the ways of Mandalore had infused a lust for combat into his bones - and now he stood only moments away from sinking his fangs into the fat of an enemy. Today, he paid homage to the shattered world that raised him: donning a full beskar'gam slashed in crimson. At his side resting his lightsaber and in his grasp waited an Allfate Disruptor Rifle.

This day would begin quickly and end thus. Their goal was to get in, strike their blows, and get out. Alive.

But he was certain that the Empire would fight for every inch.

He was certain that getting to surface would be War in of itself.

Shudder. The stars zipped to a halt before his eyes: the Armada had reverted into realspace. Before them stood the beating heart of the enemy...but standing guard was its defenders. Alarms blared. Starfighters deployed. Commands were shouted over the comm channels. War had come to Kamino.

The Confederacy had come home.

Primary Objectives:

• Breach the Imperial Home Fleet
• Cripple the Imperial Cloning Facilities

Spoiler: Tag

GE: [member="Tanomas Graf"]

CIS: [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Aevan Kitaki"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"], @Alden Kyr'Nau, [member="Aleksander Miles"], [member="Anastasia Verd"], [member="Aoker Veru"], [member="Arabella Darkhold"], [member="Arlox"], [member="Ash"], [member="Ashen Soul Reynauld"], [member="Aurelio Ilyin"], [member="Aut-X"], [member="Averin An'Arach"], [member="Avo"], [member="Aya Clarke"], [member="Azrik"], [member="B1-990"], [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], [member="BBZ-20"], [member="Ben Mentel"], [member="Braemara Stormsister"], [member="BX-22222"], [member="BX-24601"], [member="BX-25233"], [member="BX-66260"], [member="BX-72967"], [member="BX-73300"], BX-75244, [member="Cairyn Midore"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Chalim Vern"], [member="Charr"], [member="Chek Zun"], [member="Chikako Liona"], [member="Darth Interitus"], @Darth Metus, [member="Darth Rixas"], [member="Darth Seraphic"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Derek Dib"], [member="Ellion Corsair"], [member="Galven Hansol"], [member="Hades Dai"], [member="Helix Syndicate"], [member="Holowan Industries"], [member="Idaren Verd"], [member="Iris Issey"], [member="Izevel Zambrano"], [member="Jack Anderson"], [member="Jaya Tandris"], [member="Jia Darkhold"], [member="Jorah"], [member="Jrogan"], [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Kal Kandossii"], [member="Katarine Ryiah"], [member="Katria Vekarr"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Keric Dynt"], [member="Ket Van-Derveld"], [member="Khonsu Amon"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Lady Psyona"], [member="Lanna"], [member="Lewis"], [member="Lola An'Arach"], @Lord Metallum, [member="Luna Terrik"], [member="Maanis"], [member="Malok"], [member="Marcus Collier"], [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="Maxerian Gron"], [member="Miki Starfallen"], [member="Morgan Redeaux"], [member="Muad Dib"], [member="Mythira"], [member="Nasho Vesh"], [member="Nassier Zirfae"], [member="Natasha"] LaForte, [member="Natasha Darkstar"], [member="Noviac Caligo"], [member="Nyx"], [member="Orion Trex"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Rashae"], [member="Rena Namadi"], [member="Seela Tarkona"], [member="Sila"], [member="Siqa"] Verd, [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Surnin Strenger"], [member="Talbot Vitalis"], [member="Titan"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Tschov Bolyn"], [member="Valis Marr"], [member="Valjan Hon'rey"], [member="Verd Skirata"], [member="Werah Unon"], [member="Yuna Hart"], [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

FRIENDS: [member="Jorus Merrill"], @Bryce Bantham, [member="Stephanie Swail"], [member="Valae Kitra"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Kamino

Aedan Miles smiled savagely as he sat in the command throne of his flagship for this trip the Malice a massive super carrier behind it appeared the rest of the primary wave of the Blood Fleet his personal force from the Corsair Brotherhood. Within its ranks rested a Tulak Hord-class star destroyer known as Eclipse on either side of it rested a pair of Kerrigan-class star defenders Deimos and Phobos as they slowly settled into position they launched the pair of Strike-class corvettes they carried each of them moving forward to join the anti-fighter line which held a pair of Facade-class pocket carriers Wyvern's Nest and Crow's Nest the six Dire-class patrol ships Hatchling, Dire Wolf, Savage, Despair, Rage, and Shadow. The second line consisted of a pair of Phoenix-class Star Destroyers the Ravager and the Diamond. As well as a pair of Dragon-class patrol destroyers the Shade and the Deafened all of them moving to form a diamond behind the first line and the around the flagship.

Aedan leaned back a savage smirk crossing his lips as he thought back to the most recent encounter with Darth Metus he had been given greater freedom and soon the galaxy would remember his name and the name of the Corsair Brotherhood. Stretching a bit he leaned forward and gestured calmly with his hand towards the planet swiftly looking at the Imperial Home Fleet almost boredly. "Move us forward al ships are to remain in position as we move." He smirked waiting hoping that soon his opponent would reveal their hand he had more ships nearby and ready to jump in at a moments notice ready to appear so he could show the galaxy what he could truly do.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Arlox]

Arlox had instantly answered the call the moment he got the tick that they were launching an attack at Kamino. He had been busy for quite a while, making sure the military hadn't fall apart back home at Geonosis... but there is no way he's missing this chance for war, he's had to miss a few fights but there's no way he's missing this one.

In the midst of space, suddenly a massive ship had jumped straight out of hyperspace into the Kamino System, it is nowhere near Kamino but had slowly made it's way towards it, it isn't in range for attack currently and from the reports that are gathered as soon as they got out of hyperspace, they shouldn't be able to attack Arlox's flagship, the Decimator either.

Arlox had exited his quarters and headed towards the command bridge, fully equipped in his TC-777 armor except for his helmet, his weapons were ready on the go in-case he was needed on the ground but it seems he'll participate in the space battle that is clearly going to happen very soon, so there was no need for his weapons currently. He had sat down on the commander's chair overseeing the entire command bridge, as soon as he did everyone had instantly turned to him, both droids and organics alike. He said "Move us very slowly towards the planet, keep all fighters on stand-by and to fly out when the order is given, I repeat... don't engage yet and wait on my order." they turned back around and went back to work... right now a bit of patience was needed, despite Arlox's thirst for battle to happen.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Kamino, the birth place of clones, the heart of the Galactic Empire, one little planets, the cause of her life problems, and so many others, "Over 850 years, its taken me centuries, but soon, I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE"!! Her eyes glowed a bright yellow for a few seconds before returning to their regular brown, even if these people where not the empire of old, even if the clones where not the of the Fett line from her day, they still preached the same song, did the same things, that was good enough for her, today the empire would fell her wrath.

Upon the Aramada reverting to real space the hanger bays opened, fighters, drops ships and other craft pouring out in droves, though it was not her main objective, Kurenai would take as many enemy TIE fighters as she could with her, compelled to leave her own dent in the enemy forces. Her red Eta-2 Actis-class interceptor roared to life as the deck crew waved her out, the nimble craft zipping out the ray shield and into the void of space. Blaster fire, missiles and other arms had already began to exchange between the two sides, bright red and dark green clashing, polar opposites of one another, ​"This is where the fun begins".

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond C’artyom stared out of the viewport of the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Emperor’s Wrath[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. The bridge was alive with life, as ensigns raced to and fro operating terminals and maintaining ship trajectory. He peered at the bridge’s canopy curiously as it’s advanced tracking system picked out several different warships emerging from hyperspace. It was obvious they were not friendly. The ugly elongated ships appeared to mostly be Confederate. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Hail the Grand Moff, tell him Kamino is under attack,” Desmond said calmly in his soothing Imperial accent. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He eyed the approaching enemy warships carefully. They were displayed on a holographic command table splayed out before the Chiss. He nodded as he watched the crimson triangles that represented the enemy fleet maneuver into position. One had assumed a diamond like shape in an attempt to cover his surroundings, but he forgot one thing… And Desmond was confident it would prove to be his undoing. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Assume formation Kresh,” Desmond ordered and the command was sent down the chain. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Emperor’s Wrath[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]and the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Emperor’s Fury[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]sat at the center of the formation. The [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Relentless[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]and the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Overcome[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]floated listlessly above the conqueror class destroyers. Meanwhile the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Graveyard[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]and the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Reaper[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]floated upside down so that their bellies were not exposed, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]beneath [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Emperor’s Wrath[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]and the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Emperor’s Fury[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]As these ships got into position, their less armed, but just as dedicated brethren did the same.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]While these next ships weren’t nearly as well armed, if used correctly they could still pack a punch. Two [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Vindicator IV escort cruisers[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], who had yet to be named, took up the left flank of the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Emperor’s Wrath[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]while two more took up the right side of the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Emperor’s Fury[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Forming the tip of the formation were two [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Victory IV class star destroyers[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. Their was one on the left and another on the right. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond smiled as he watched the holographic command table. His armada had taken on a three dee triangular assault wedge. But, this wedge wouldn’t be going anywhere. Desmond was sure of that. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]‘“Deploy the Tie Drones,” He ordered and three quarters of Desmond's armada’s starfighters launched from their hangars and stood on standby around the fleet. [/SIZE]

[member="Kurenai Yumi"] / [member="Arlox"] / [member="Aedan Miles"] / [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Lorik Rygan]

Tipoca City, Kamino

Lorik had quickly roused from his slumber within the Tipoca City barracks upon hearing the invasion alarm sound loudly throughout the facility. He wasted no time changing into his armour and readying his large Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon for combat. Kamino was vital for the Imperial war machine, and such an audacious attack on sovereign Imperial territory would not go unpunished, Lorik thought to himself. He quickly took command of what Clones he could muster, troops from Tipoca City's defensive garrison, armed with equipment that made the Grand Army of the Republic of old so formidable.

The defensive shield grid and other emplacements were quickly brought online to protect the valuable cloning facilities from aerial bombardment, while Captain Lorik and his troops quickly fortified one of the city's main hangar areas. If a ground assault were to occur, this would be one of the most logical places the enemy would make their landing. While the droid assault would no doubt be relentless, Lorik and the local garrison would fight hard to protect the future generations of Fett clones currently being bred to serve the Empire.

[member="Darth Metus"]
[member="Aedan Miles"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Tipoca City, Morpho Pharmaceuticals
Allies: [member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Srina Talon"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire Science Facilities
Guest: [member="Kyrel Ren"]

Among the hum of the sterile laboratories and the brisk efficiency of Kaminoan scientists striding off to whatever their latest experiment was, Tmoxin felt oddly reassured. Upon reflection when she’d first established the Morpho Research Facility, she loathed Kamino with the luminous passion of Hapes's Seven Moons.

The rainy planet embodied a sort of failure for her, having been forced out of the One Sith and driven to the Southern Systems to dwell and work among long-necked aliens of all wretched creatures. But after awhile, she became both used to the dreary weather and her Kaminoan colleagues, the company flourished and profits compounded. Originally founded to produce pharmaceuticals, Morpho now covered a huge spectrum of science and research endeavors from biological experiments, anti-aging breakthroughs and yes, cloning.

But when the Techno Union dissolved and the Galactic Empire swept in like a foreboding thunder cloud, darkening the skies of Kamino even more with ISDs, ever present, standing watch upon the water world, the Hapan made sure to keep a low profile. With valuable intellectual property and even products to seize, there was no reason to call attention to her operations.

And unless someone had been inside slowly undermining and reporting back to the Empire, Morpho had flown so far under the radar it may have existed at the bottom of the sea, nestled among the Razoral Reefs.

For all the GE knew, Morpho produced happy pills and wrinkle cream to be exported to the rich and bored of Coruscant.

The message came from Darth Metus via encryption. The Confederacy would claim Kamino again.

Tmoxin rallied the Mandragora to help defend her company, first and foremost, but to launch and undercover attack on the nearby cloning facilities with the greatest sabotage in mind. “We are seeking data, abstract, reports, samples, even chemicals. Those need to be delivered back to here intact. Structural damage to the facilities is not my concern. The best and brightest scientists? I would like to preserve their lives as well so feel free to coerce them into abandoning their posts.”

Outwardly the Night Mother gave off confidence and poise. Inwardly, the newfound powers granted by the Shamans of Mandragora caused an instability that she might not be able to hide for much longer. And there was one problem, a personal one for Tmoxin at this very moment. Kyrel Ren, Master of Ren and her “benefactor” - an unwilling partnership to say the least - happened to be visiting Morpho the day the attack was to be launched. She needed to provide a distraction for him so that the operation could flow without impediment.

 

[Malok]

Kamino Orbit:
Advancing towards Imperial Fleet.

"Cloak up."

Once the order hissed from the beskar-clad warrior, the Ferocity's crew responded with an affirmative chorus. In but a matter of seconds, the Frigate would disappear from all spectrums: visible and sensor alike. Furthermore, the onboard Gravitic Modular and Thrust Trace Dampeners worked their magic to effectively combat any potential stealth hunting measures.

"Comm silence begins now. Take us down."

Not down to the surface, but down in relation to the Confederate Armada. The Ferocity dipped low before advancing forward - as if to intentionally put space between them. But it made no move for the surface, not yet. He had to wait for just the right moment.

[member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

[member="Arlox"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

The Ferocity

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: descending through the planet's atmosphere
Allies: the attackers
Enemies: the defenders
Objectives: don't die , don't get shot by an ally, don't get kicked the sack by Sol

Standing in the hold he straightened the strap across his chest. The Devil's Flame was a Lambda Class shuttle and, having arrived in system before the Confederate fleet, was in the process of entering the atmosphere. They had proper codes for a ship land, yet with the Confederacy dropping within range of sensors it was possible the shuttle would be given a detour or possible told not to land.

"Time will tell."

Muad muttered to himself as he looked at the ten Cragmoloids in the hold prepared to do whatever they were ordered to do. A small smile crossed his face as he looked at the man near him. [member="Sol Damerin"] was a man of many talents and, having seen his ability to handle himself in battle first hand, Muad couldn't think of any other he'd want by his side in the coming maelstrom. Plus cankerous mercenary enjoyed a good fight and this promised to be positively entertaining.

"The plan today is not to get shot or dragged around on a whipcord by an ally. Playing kite with me doesn't work, remember?"

Smirking at the other man he felt the vibrations as the shuttle began to descend. They were still landing, as they haven't been intercepted yet, and hopefully would be able to commence with their duties. The squad would remain on the shuttle until such time as they were needed. It would look much less conspicuous if only a few people disembarked from the ship compared to a few people and a squad of heavily armed Cragmoloids.

Sighing he rolled his shoulders before unhooking his buy'ce from the netting at his belt and slipped the helm on. Battle was coming, and the Mad Shaman couldn't wait. He was born and bred for mayhem and chaos. And finally the Confederacy had taken the battle to a tangible enemy. Today was a good day.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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The Enforcer of Ren had arrived to visit the one whom he would call his servant. Now with the Galactic Empire and First Order more on friendly relations diplomatically, and with the help they provided to one another in the war against the oppressive Silver Jedi Order. They were now open to Kyrel's dealings on the capital as one of business. He had come on quite a few occasions to the one who served him. The Scientist and Dark Jedi was known as [member="Tmoxin Temi"]. She had created him a daughter, an offspring to carry on his bloodline, and then months later she used the technology combined with Vong Tech he had acquired to make himself Human once again. Now he was no longer a Mechanical Monstrosity. He was now fully human of course, dressed in dark robes as he his TIE Silencer landed on the platform in front of the facility.​

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The rain pouring as Kyrel stepped slowly into the building, savoring the rain hitting his body, as he had not felt such sensations in a very long time. The hood that was over him flowed with the howling wind as he stepped inside the clean and pristine facility. He walked in deeper to notice droids being very busy as he finally found the woman he was looking for. He spoke his core world accent making the tone even icier. "Greetings Tmoxin... I wonder why in such a hurry?" He asked in curiosity as he noticed something strange was afoot.​

 

[Sol Damerin]

Location: Descending through atmo
Allies: [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Srina Talon"]
Enemies: No one and seriously wondering why he keeps letting himself get dragged into wars he has nothing to do with
Objectives: Guard this Tmoxin person, don't get shot by the empire, don't get shot by the Confederacy, find a reason to kick Muad in the dick

Standing next to Muad, Sol looked much as he ever did. Pants with a variety of pockets, gun belt with extra pouches full of goodies and his two guns, a standard blaster pistol and his Protector Variant Mark I. He was also wearing his standard battle chest piece, back harness with duel short vibroblades attached hilts poking over his shoulders, digital earplugs for sound suppression, and today he'd added a pair of goggles just in case they had to jump out of the shuttle.

"Got it. Next time you are about to be set on fire, I let you burn. I can handle that."

Sol's flat response carries over the vibrations as Muad reminds him of the last time they did something like this. Considering how that had turned out the old mercenary was wondering why he'd agreed to tag along again. Probably because he was just as crazy as Muad was. Had to be since he hadn't even hesitated when his friend called him up for another crazy adventure. Still, if they were accosted by a group of murder children again he'd kill Muad himself. After kicking the man in the dick several times.

Raising his left hand Sol slowly curls his fingers into a fist. With a deliberate motion he presses his knuckles against his jaw and pushes turning his neck under the gentle pressure until each knuckle and his spin let out a satisfying popping noise. Then he slipped his goggles over his eyes. "Same deal as before." Sol notes letting his arms drop loosely to his side. "If I am going to die I am taking you with me." The faintest ghost of a grin crosses his face at this. One of these days he'd also figure out what actual payment he wanted for these shenanigans he was sure.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

BRIDGE OF THE I.N.V. PELLAEON​

GRAND ADMIRAL TANOMAS GRAF​

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[THEME]​

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"Initiate lockdown! Muster the Home Fleet and put Oversector Tempest on high alert."​

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The words came harshly out of Tanomas' mouth, unrivalled rage very evident on his wrinkled features as he strode onto the bridge of the Empire's flagship. His veteran crew were quick to relay these orders, they had survived Serenno, Charros IV, and Zenith Prime; at any rate, an invasion force from the substandard Confederacy would put little strain on their duties.

Firstly, after the grand admiral's orders were received by the station in orbit of Kamino, the shield gateway would close, technically the only way for normal vessels to get down onto the surface. Granted, field disruptors allowed ships to pierce through, which is why the planetary shield was scanned repeatedly so they could still effectively defend against this subterfuge.

Secondly, the numerous garrisons of stormtroopers would rally to defend the surface from a ground assault. City-wide defence grids were activated, turbolaser batteries rising from hidden spots along the smooth domes of the stilted cities. Enemy ships would be able to bypass this with enough determination, but they would get the hell they deserved by trying.

In orbit over the planet, innumerable dozens of Imperial warships would amass above the shield station under Graf's orders. He knew well enough of their greatest asset, and sallying forth to meet the enemy would wretch it away from them. No, the old man would allow the Confederacy to come to him, to have their starfighters shredded by their escort cruisers, their frigates pulverized by their star destroyers.

Kamino would not fall to anything, even to the pseudo-righteousness of the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

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[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Lorik Rygan"] | [member="Varik Ice"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="DT-2417"] | [member="Kayrce"] | [member="Jotham Noktis"] | [member="TK-1515"] | [member="Luyioth Dakwin"] | [member="Amun"] | [member="Chaon Vel"] | [member="Anya Malvern"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="TI-1027"] | [member="Cole Lorne"] | [member="Fabian"] | [member="Gideon Bast"] | [member="Soontir Rookh"] [member="Vilhelm Balfour"] | [member="Blaax Yovshin"] | [member="Horus Vizsla"] [member="Anjin Kent"] | [member="Kellyn Muir"]​

 

[Luna Terrik]

[SIZE=16pt]Location: Kamino Orbit; CIS fleet[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]One would believe after years and years of fighting and using simulations that one would be accustomed to the feeling of flying into the start of the battle. That moment of quite, lull, right before everything exploded in your face. It was an odd time, one that was extremely hard to replicate outside these moments.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]This was how the redhead commander felt as she paced in the command center of her Scintel Class Cruiser, the CS Vanquisher, as it propelled through hyperspace towards the operation center of the Galactic Empire. This wasn’t going to be a walk in the park in any sense of the word. Especially not for a new commander in first command mission, with ships she wasn’t familiar with. The plan didn’t leave much room for error either. It was make every little thing work, or this all might come crashing down before it could all be enacted.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]“All droids brace. Coming out of hyperspace in 5..4..3..” Luna grunted lightly, grabbing the edge of the holotable as to steady herself as the cruiser came out of hyperspace with a groan. The stars settled in to view, and the blue orb of the planet settled into the middle of the viewscreen. It was time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Her green irises focused back on the holotable, as she saw multiple ships begin to drop out of hyperspace behind her, as well as the ship that had already gotten to Kamino. Looking up to her T-Series tactical droid across from her, silver, her voice began to ring out in her commanding, rough tone. “Tell the pilots to get to their fighters and launch at my command. We will be taking orders from commander Arlox, so be ready to relay any commands I receive from him.” Straightening up, her gloved hands clasped behind her back as she began to observe the battlefield on her holotable.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]The Galactic Empire was already set up in a defensive formation, and she could tell there was a good chance they would be outnumbered going against it. Fun times for her first battle. Looking back up to Silver, Luna spoke up once again. “Contact Commander Arlox if you can. If not, we’ll follow him into battle.”[/SIZE]

[member="Arlox"]

 

[Zing]

Kamino

The blue streaks blew by the ship, creating a tunnel for Orion's ships to come out of. Oddly beautiful, if not intimidating. Orion's recent promotion to his new position came as a surprise, but he had obviously proven his abilities. Now it was time to do so again, by defeating the Imperials. A daunting but achievable task. The Imperials were likely more organized, had better weaponry, ships, and soldiers, but The Conederacy was proud, and would not be giving up so easily.

"About to come out of hyperspace" a B1 battle droid said, not even looking away from his computer screen.

Here we go. Orion thought as the blue tube dumped him out before an Imperial fleet. A slight smirk grew across his face. Not a smirk of confidence however, a smirk at the challenge. He walked forward on the bridge of his Recusant-II Class Star Destroyer, gazing out at the Imperials, not as far away as he would have thought. He looked around to all the droids, many looking up at him. Now was his time to shine. "Task Group Typhoon! Make sure all starfighters are prepped! Have the smaller ships protect the larger ones, and be available for contact from High Command!" As the droids got to work, he walked over to his holocommunicator, standing across from a blue Super Tactical droid. "Commander, all ships are to await command. Launch nothing without my say so or the say so of Commander @Arlox ."

"Yes sir" The droid replied, looking down at the table and pressing a button. The table converted from a simple holographic communicator to a holographic layout of the battle, showing both fleets.

Orion brought his hand to his chin and studied the two fleets, planning his move and matching up the Confederates to the Imperials.

[member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: Dropship descending to Kaminos surface
Objective: Cripple the Imperial Cloning Facilities, Acquire cloning records regarding clone genetics
Allies: CIS
Enemies: GE

As the shuttle descended through the atmosphere, the seats began to vibrate slowly at first then with increasing violence. Hardly the most luxurious way to travel, it was certainly the quickest. If Daxton wasnt wearing his helmet, he would be able to smell the fear and excitement of the grunts around him. For some it will be their first taste of combat, most likely their last as well. The Sith ever wondered was he as wild eyed as they were when they first attacked Coruscant so long ago. Probably so.

Warning sirens blared as proximity detectors sensed the solid surface where they were about to land. Then the doors of the drop ship opened and welcomed them to hell. Blaster fire of all colors zigzagged through the air, like hungry little insects intent on sinking into any flesh and metal as they could find. Meanwhile thick drops of water fell from the heavens as if the heavens were weeping for the dead and fallen.

Activating his lightsabers he deflected aside blaster shots before leading a charge to secure the landing entrance. His target was rather obvious, the fusion generators that provided power to this section of the platform. Planting a series of explosives, he would trigger a chain reaction which would cause a devastating explosion. Furthermore, the Sith hoped to gain access to the Kamino records regarding cloning to augment his own research.

Mowing down a squad of defenders, a splicer began working on opening the blaster doors while Daxton and his team swept the land8ng pad of any remaining resistance.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Location: Muad’s Lambda Shuttle​

Allies: The CIS​

Enemies: The Galactic Empire​

Objectives: To dust of the rust.​

The familiar sound of baskar plate upon durasteal rung throughout the shuttle. The ancient Sith walked in the direction of his former appetence [member="Muad Dib"]. Garith was not too familiar with [member="Sol Damerin"], a man Muad was currently conversing with. The elder seemed un-phased by their playfulness.

“They say death is a certainty”, the elder Kashi sounded uninterested in his words. He certainly did not plan in dying today. “Some say the only thing you could hope for is a good death”, it was a romantic ideal. One that Garith almost truthfully believed in. It was an ideal he was not invested in. He had his reasons for being here. It maybe something as simple he wished to kill.

Equipment:

A suit of Ancient Beskar’gam, no tech just plate mail armor, weaker at the joints, slightly restricts movement typical of standard plate armor.

2 standard lightsabers, blade colored red.

 

[Riamah]

Location: Kamino
Allies: GE and friends
Enemies: CIS and friends

It wasn't often Ailrus was called for duty within the Empire, but when they did call, she came. What they needed an agent for on Kamino, she didn't know, but here the cat was. Picking up her orders, her wrinkled her nose at them. All they wanted her to do today was patrol.

Rolling her eyes at the simplicity of the task, she grabbed the gear she would need. Wearing only a light weight shirt and her belt of tools, she started on the path she had been ordered to scout.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Tipoca City, Kamino​

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"Ah yes, Bounty Hunter. Your payment has been transferred already, you are free to-" The Imperial Officer halted his speech, glaring upwards towards the red lights that began flashing, intently listening to the alarms and warning that blares throughout the complex. "It appears you may have one more job on your hands, Fett."​ He finalised with his hands clasped behind his back and an expression that was difficult to identify as either smug or concerned.

"Where do you need me?" The Mandalorian replied, standing with his arms folded over his chest, staring down through his T-Shaped visor. He didn't necessarily wish to be here, although any credits were welcome, and it wasn't as if he was going to make safe passage with the CIS invading the planet.

"Anywhere you see fit..." The Imperial claimed, turning away from the Bounty Hunter and vanishing from the scene, most likely off to hide or give orders elsewhere. Koda didn't know what kind of a man he was, in truth he didn't really care either. It wasn't as if they would see each other again.

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Among various troopers of the 501st Legion it was as if he was back during the Clone Wars, his armour had changed but other than that not a whole lot entirely had. With two Westar-34 blaster pistols in his hand he gunned down CIS droids without mercy, as if they could even comprehend the feeling of it anyways. Though all those years ago he stood in such a similar position with DC-17 blaster pistols among members of the 501st Legion in his blue-trimmed Advanced Recon Commando gear.

The room was tinted red, the green, red and orange of his armour near unnoticeable as he darted back in forth, crouching and standing, hunching and diving out of the way of blaster fire only to return it in such a flavoursome display of efficiency. Nobody was going to reach the Cloning Facilities on his watch, that DNA was his, he was the most pure result of it still alive today, or at least on Kamino, in a way, it was his own legacy as much as it was Jango's.

 

[Malok]

Kamino Orbit
Engaging: Imperial Navy

I am Darth Metus...

Hesitation meant complete and utter decimation.

Hesitation meant failing the very ideas that his nation championed.

Yet as the Ferocity quietly swam towards the Imperial Armada, there was but a moment where the Sith caught himself. A span of seconds where his mind succumbed to doubt. Not in the strength of the Confederacy. Not in the strength of their ideals or the valor in their cause. No. For but an instant, Darth Metus questioned if he was mighty enough for this. Decades ago, he had been born for this very task - named for this very task. Among the Sith, his identity was tied to the very idea of what he was about to do. And yet, having tasted the unbridled power once before, a part of him recoiled.

It was as a cup that he could not turn away.

His fingertips gripped the sides of his command throne tightly as a hot breath escaped his lungs. He had to do this. He had to swallow his own doubt - his own Dread - so that he could see his people succeed. Not only that, there were so many precious to him that were in the mouth of Hell right now. There was so many so many on the surface already - now trapped by the shield gate which came to a solemn close. Now was not the time to second guess. Now was the time to make sure that [member="Srina Talon"] lived to see another day. Now was the time to live up to the name Darth Metus.

Another breath expelled from his lungs, and with it his apprehension. And with it, his Doubt.

"We are in position." uttered a single Commando Droid.

There was no audible response, as Darth Metus briefly retreated into himself. Silent befell him, only breaking as his armored offhand rose into the air. His lips formed words, but no sound hissed from behind his visor. And yet the Power was there. The Darkness obeyed his command. To his waiting grasp came burning light, with sparks briefly erupting onto the floor. Yet the Sith did not flinch. The Sith did not bat an eye. He made no movement until his weapon settled the flat of his palm. The Device was ancient - a relic from the era of the Old Republic. And as soon as it fully entered into the waking world, the Phobis Core stirred.

Ascension gripped its metallic form, peaking at a few centimenters above his hand. Motion characterized its components, and straightway did it begin to move like an engine. Its rings rotated around each other, over and over, faster and faster. And as they moved, the Sith could feel the Darkness creeping into the Bridge. He could feel the presence of sheer terror washing over him. Yet he was the Master of this device, not the other way around. He would not be reduced to ruin this day.

Another Breath.

Darth Metus reached with his sword hand and gingerly allowed the rings to graze his flesh.

I. Am. Darth. Metus.

He opened his mind.

A bridge was formed.

And unbridled horrors flooded into his being. The tsunami of terror chilled him to the bone...but this time...this time the Sith flinch away. This time, he walked towards the abyss of fear and cold. This time, he seized the Lordship over Dread itself. And when his silent struggle was done...When the negativity which hung within the Bridge seemed to have ceased expanding...a Roar erupted for Darth Metus.

The Force exploded outward from him, expanding as rapidly as a dying star. In mere moments, the hull of the ship no longer held the power at bay. The black of space could no longer hold fear at bay. A preversion of Battle Meditation...the trademark of a Dread Master...now slithered across the void and directly into the mustered forces of the Galactic Empire. Masters of the Force might be able to steels themselves against the Terror implanted in their minds - but the average soul would most likely succumb to being blindsided by images so personal...By images so intimate and visceral that it would be as though their worst fears came alive.

Coordination was the target.

Chaos was the intended result.

Spoiler: Disclaimer

This item, much like a Disruptor in Chaos PvP, cannot and will not inflict damage that the writer does not decide.

- From the Phobis Core submission.

TL;DR - There is now a localized, Phobis-varient of Battle Meditation projected on the Imperial forces between Kamino and the CIS Armada. Interpret as you will folks!

Spoiler: Tag

[member="Ailuros"], [member="Garith Darkhold"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Orion Trex"], [member="Luna Terrik"], [member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Sol"] Demerin, [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Muad Dib"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Lorik Rygan"], [member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Arlox"], [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Malok]

Morpho Pharmaceuticals
Emerging

How did I get here...

Sulfuric eyes slowly opened, only to be greeted with a mass of...bubbles. Surprised rippled through the Monstrosity's being, recoiling at the sight of his reflection upon the tank's glass. Wires had been affixed to his exposed flesh to monitor vitals...a mask upon his mouth to provide air...and his body felt...good. There was no pain. There was no chronic agony from a starship crash decades ago. Yes... Now he remembered. The fog of medication had finally broken - Darth Saethus was whole again. He had come here, to the quiet Morpho Pharmaceuticals, to receive a mundane treatment. A bath of bacta - a remedy to old ails.

And it worked. Darth Saethus felt himself.

But as he awaited release from his mechanical prison, he noticed an urgency in the movements of the attendants. Quickly did the white-clad nurse practitioners do their absolute best to release him. The bacta drained and Saethus did not wait to pry off the sensory wires. Settling down upon the tank's bottom, in armor and all, he then posed a simple question. "Something the matter?"

"Miss Temi needs your help. We all do."

He parted his lips to retort, but the Nurse rambled on.

"All Hell is about to break loose and we might lose this facility. Please, just...you don't have this visit just please."

The tank opened with a hiss and Darth Saethus emerged. The Nurse did not recoil away from his presence, but rather...silently...raised a surgical tray to his eyes. Upon it laid the only tool that would not survive bacta submersion - his Lightsabre. Taking it in hand, the Sith took a single step forward. "I'd be a poor investor if I didn't test how good that bath actually was." he began. "Where is she now?"

Vague directions were given, and with them did the Monstrosity stride away. Bold footsteps bore him down the pristine halls of the facility...until a particular scent invaded his nostrils. It was not a literal scent, mind, but one that came only through witnessing a being in the Force. He could smell [member="Tmoxin Temi"]...her vicious aroma was a sweet blend of confidence and ice. Yet it was diluted by the presence of another. Darth Saethus couldn't put his finger on it, but he had felt this presence once before...was it then when Sieger had him beaten for the idiocy of the Ren? Was that...

A wicked chuckled him.

"I. Smell. Weakness."

Haste infected his movements.

[member="Kyrel Ren"] would soon feel the presence of one of his own...but as the doors slid open to reveal him to the stormy skies, it would become clear that Herodias Ren was no more. There was only Darth Saethus.

"There you are Weakling!"​

OOC - Pardon the back to back, just want to get my posts in the thread before work!

Spoiler

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Kyrel Ren"]