Junction [GA/SO] Unhallowed Front | GA/SO Junction of Yvara & Epica

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
COMPANION: xxx
ALLIES: Naedira Darcrath | Solomon Telimus
ENEMIES: Briana Sal-Soren | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Lossa Darcuhl | Vizion Trozky | Rik Perris

Celenon was nothing to marvel at, at least not to the wolf. He would have rather been part of the team to take Yavin, a forested moon where he would have felt more at an advantage. This place was crowded, densely populated, and the beast found it to be lacking in any measure of desire. Certainly there were all sorts of vices to be indulged on this rock, but not near enough of them tempted the Emperor's Wrath to make it a place he would apt to visit.

Perhaps that was why he was chosen. Naedira Darcrath would certainly not be swayed by what she saw. She was more apt to feel the same uneasy feeling which Gerwald had churning in the pit of his stomach. It was a warning, danger. The wolf wanted nothing to do with the urban jungle. He could only imagine how the she-wolf was stirring. They had made strides in keeping the violent passenger at by, but the Sith Lord knew this conflict would test Naedira's will.

Solomon Telimus was another variable altogether. Gerwald had met him in combat, a game of sport for the wolf. It had been a test for the ebony skinned warrior. The result had been enough to convince the Lord Commander to buy the fighter out of his debt to the arena masters and train him.

"This will not be the same as the arena you are used to," he said to his young apprentice. It was the only warning he would give him. "Do not toy with your prey."

His oceanic gaze turned to his mate. There was a pregnant silence between them as he looked on the woman with wonder. She had always been a fighter and a warrior. Missions of any kind which saw them fight side by side always reminded the wolf of their first meeting. That had been the moment an unintentional bond had formed. The battle meld was not supposed to have lasting effects, and yet it had been the single decision which cascaded the rest leading them to this moment.

He closed the short distance between them through the harsh rises and rough drops of the uneasy turbulence. Gerwald steeled himself as his masculine hand brushed subtly and quietly against her more feminine.

<< "*Sterkari saman, ástin mín." >>

It was an invitation, but it was also an affirmation. They knew what they were capable of together. Was there a certain amount of fear? The she-wolf could threaten to take over in the middle of a battle, and they did not know what would happen if it did. Gerwald had a guess, and it was not favorable. She could not transform after all. His hope was the fight would sate the beast.

There was another reason the beast was uneasy.

The undead.

This was not the kind of army he would have used, but they had been released. They could have taken the spaceport without them perhaps. What would keep them from turning on the Sith without those to command them? Certainly Srina Talon and Darth Empyrean could exert their will over them with ease. Perhaps the wolf could as well. He had just never tried. Today he would have to.

The port was strategic. It was the only reason they were there. If the Sith captured these points, then pressing into Galactic Alliance territory would be easier. All things came from the vassal state. The attack vectors, the ships, even the ground vehicles were provided by those worlds. Everything about this maneuver was sound.

If it was successful they would have a major victory.

If it failed any retaliation would be turned toward Dromund Kaas and Korriban.

"The drop ship is moving us just over the landing zone. Whatever the hoard has not killed, we will finish. The Jedi will be here to oppose us. Today there will be no mercy, for they will show none to you. Extinguish their light."

His words were for all to hear. Gerwald may not have been one given to speeches, but when it came to battle he could never engage without some kind of rallying cry. It was his duty to bolster and muster courage from those under his command, those who followed him into battle. His Stewjoni ways were showing. The wolf was hungry for combat.

"Our objective is simple. We take the spaceport, we keep the spaceport. Nothing else matters."

The ship hovered over the landing zone. Gerwald turned to his skelmorn, and let it loose. The beast dove from the ship with a beautiful elegance that something so deadly should not have possessed. It would be something their enemy would not expect, and it would clear any threat that dared to take the landing zone.

Gerwald followed. His boots would hit the platform first. It was not his way to send others into battle first. His red blade came to life on impact, and the first of his kills were made swiftly after.

The others would follow suit.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

Gerwald:
Sent his beastie to clear the landing zone
Leaped from the dropship
Landed on a landing platform
Killed some NPC's

*Stronger together, my love.

 

[Loomi]

Yavin IV (PvE)
Tags: BB-610

Many were already in the process of running off to fight the Sith, but there were a handful of individuals that were preparing to face the other threat: The hordes of the undead. Loomi had never seen an undead before, but she had a pretty good idea of what it probably was going to be like after reading a book from the library in anticipation. They were weird green people that ate brains, or at least that's what the book had stated. Their weakness to plants was unfortunately not very helpful, however, as the Godoan couldn't find a single plant that looked like in the book.

So needless to say her nerves were at an all time high. She just needed to take a deep breath and help in any way she could, right? Yeah. Everything would be fine.

"See anything, Bee?" Loomi asked her companion, the astromech of the Nobles. "Th-the jungle is making it hard for me to."

Her eyesight was already rather poor given her lack of an eye. She was kind of going into this blind.

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Yavin IV
Tags: Ansisa

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Jalen hated field work.

The battle was in its infancy, but already he was beginning to get the wave of injured personell who had just come to blows with the undead army that had been waiting for them. He had found himself gearing up and preparing to run in to look for wounded, not yet having touched down, hopefully so that he could escort them to safety. Even in the air he could feel the casualties of wave 1.

It was a disorienting place to be. Death always messed with the senses. Having so many dead made honing in on the signatures of the living through the force more difficult. All Jalen could feel around him was chaos, no clear sense of order in any regard. One thing he did know for certain was that this was going to be a mess. Anticipation made him shutter, the aftermath not yet seen tugging at the back of his mind. There was going to be a cost to all of this, and he was going to have to clean it up. Unfortunately that was the job that he had signed up for.

His dropship hit the ground, GADF marines and Jedi Knights alike rushing into the fray. Jalen sighed, taking his time instead. After all, he sort of had to.

Someone had to pull the harty and foolish back to safety.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Celanon

Objective : Escape
Interacting with : Myra Elspeth Arceneau Enemies : Zombies | Allies : Not Zombies


El-Three never interrupted Ellie.

Before he could ask what was going on, alarm sirens echoed through the office building, ears starting to pick up on the panic between the gaps in the alarm.

[ We need to move quickly Sir. I am unsure if we can reach our hotel and vessel. ]

Reaching out, he took Ellie's hand from El-Three, interlacing his fingers with hers. Sharp blue eyes assessed her outfit, not with the appreciation that he had this morning as they got dressed, but with concern. Could she run in heels? Tossing her over his shoulder was possiblity if the situation - whatever that situation was - turned sour quickly. A gentle squeeze of their interlocked hand, doing his best to assure her in the situation.

[ El-Three will bring up the rear, to the emergency exit Sir. Now. ]

Thirty-Seven took point, sandwiching the couple between himself and his counterpart, El-Three. Makai could see the photoreceptors rapidly dimming ; something was occuring that was forcing a great deal of information to both protocol droids, sifting through an onslaught to course the best path forward.

"Thirty-Seven, does the Aurora Dawn have a slave circuit?"

Slave circuits were installed in all Salacia vessels, but they had arrived together, taking Ellie's personal ship into Celanon. He was unsure if something similar had been installed yet on the shiny new vessel.

[ Yes Sir. Trouble will be calling the vessel to us and finding a suitable place to land. El-Three is currently cycling through all holofeeds in order to determine such a location.]

Hand tight with Ellie's, they were moving quickly through the halls. It was thick with officials and those working in the office building, a clear effort by everyone to the exits.

"Thirty-Seven, what exactly is going on?"

[ The undead have overrun the city Sir. HoloNet activity suspects the Sith, who have a suddenly increased presence in the area. ]

"Zombies?" Iced azure gaze fell to Ellie, confused, looking to her as if she had the answer as to why.

 

[Srina Talon]

Yavin IV

Tag: Darth Empyrean [Open to Interact]
Wearing: Black
Location: [Not Far From Temple - Yavin IV]
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<<…I can feel that your designs have begun…>>

Ri ri snaâ muri qo an nasosûtoi a zûtaikima tuti an shasona anim titji dias ani kûrja indini, zinoti anas ani zûtarwasi tuti tu'iyia dtaisia. Tinri midwan tuti nindz tizn zûtayasmu'aza tu'iyia drasosûtâona, kad sosûtiuo ani azuria dias j'us dari mazo.

<<…Make them watch…>>​

She could feel Darth Carnifex through the phylactery that sat ever-present around her neck. Feel the smile that conveyed a sense of menace and imminent danger without ever needing to see it with her own eyes. The existence of such an artifact had lasting effects that the diminutive Echani had grown into without difficulty. One of them permitted a physical impression of her words rather than mentalist thought-speak so many relied on. She spoke to his soul.

Gold-hewn eyes turned toward Darth Empyrean while a certain level of anger threaded through the silver spiked halls of her iris. There was nothing that could ignite her wrath faster or more easily than the sanctimonious Jedi Order, nothing, that turned the usually even-tempered Empress into a vengeful spirit that was full of contempt. The desire to break their enemy pressed a malevolent aura from her that made the warm jungle planet feel as if it had frozen over. "We took heavy fire upon entry…But we lost nothing that cannot be replaced. The Kainite's have opened the gates…It is time that we follow."

The seemingly young Echani stood amidst the unfolding chaos on Yavin IV in onyx armor that left her the embodiment of elegance and power. Her ivory hair was partially braided but it moved like a ghostly flame when she moved toward her husband, joining him, for their death walk. Her hand found his and her eyes closed for a moment as his darkness crept beneath the surface of her skin and enhanced what was already there. The Sith Emperor was…Quite the sight as the dead began to stream through the rainforest in a rapidly amassing horde. Rather than to crack the air and bring forth night creatures in the same way as their distant counterpart, the earth cracked, and from the crevices crawled stinking, rotting things. Infectious beasts unknown from regions unknown. Both humanoid, and other.

The Noćna Mora that she had absorbed on Elrood glimmered through her with a ferocity that didn't match the eternal chill that the Dread Queen was known for. There were six ghoulish Nightsisters of Dathomir that followed behind them in a rumbling chant that was designed to feed power amongst themselves and finally into the Imperial Lord and Lady. There were dozens of Crimson Guard pouring from the dropships that remained to follow the assault, mostly, to exterminate whatever survived.

Yavin was a strategic foothold. That was true. But, the Sith Order had come for more. Not simply old defunct bases, resources, or a historical marker. They had come for the lifesblood of those who besmirched and disparaged their very existence, the younglings, that toyed with forces they scarcely understood the ramifications of and called it justice. The Sith had come for blood…And the Jedi?

They were kind enough to bring it.

"Walk with me, Meldanya?"

It was an almost sweet request, odd, from a woman who held such a hawkish expression. No matter her temperament she always found a space for her husband, her beloved, that was quietly sacred. She had been waiting...So long for this. The temple wasn't far off and with the witches amplifying their gifts, it would also provide a boon for Sith that were near and far. Let her anger seed their lethality. Let her husbands' disdain, his hate, bring strength. Empyrean…He would know why the Jedi incensed her. The Corpse King that they had made through their own hubris might as well have involved digging her still-beating heart out of her chest with their bare hands. Intent, held no bearing. "Walk with me…", she repeated, softly, with an almost growling purr curling in the back of her throat.

"We have many lightsabers to extinguish…Hope to burn—Bones to break...We must not be late."

Srina would not stop her beloved. Not, this time.

She was often the wall that stood between Empyrean and the rest of the galaxy facing his divisive judgement but she had no such compunction. If he wished to utilize the curse of the Worm Emperor to raze the lush greenery to ash, to become more than a nightmare made real, so be it. The Jedi Order had acted accordingly. Responding, to the screams of the dying. Flocking toward a slowly growing wound in the Force that was born of misery and bloodshed.

This moon, so verdant and pristine, was to become their final resting place.

"This planet, my love, will make a beautiful grave."

If there was anything left of it.

Spoiler: Equipment

Subject to Change slightly depending on what Empyrean replies with. Don't want too much, etc.
Wyvern Shadow
Mudarra, The Lover's Rings
Holding Aces
Mothers Wrath
HG-54 "The Vora" Class Hand Cannon
Terentatek Body Gloves
Noćna Mora [Within, Srina. Not on the battlefield.]
Nightsister Witches = 6
Zombies = Lots
Crimson Guard = A few complements?

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: Yavin IV
Objective: Lead assault on temple
Tags: Nir Si
Gear: in bio

Wearing: this but with her hat

Annika watched her undead charges making their assault and in places they were making good progress into the temple grounds, in others, not so much. Annika waved her hand a black portal opened in front of her, she gritted her teeth and stepped through, this skill was new to her and she still felt that every time she did it, that sparkling starscape on the other side might be actual void and she would be lost forever. She appeared a couple of hundred metres away nearby a position where her undead were being pushed back by a felinoid looking jedi pulling out some flashy tricks with his saber.

"Interesting..." she muttered to herself as she saw his saber flash and turn into a pistol then back again. "I suppose this is it then." Annika lept from her position and drew her own light saber, deflecting a bolt from Nir Si that was destined for one of her undead soldiers. Puffs of dark smoke appeared where the bolts struck her blade and swirled around her as she fought.

"Can you stop doing that?" she asked as one of the undead went down. "Those aren't mine and if you break too many of them it's me that gets to deal with a grumpy necromancer." she laughed as she continued to advance with them. She reached out her hand and purple smoke appeared around her fingers making a beeline for the young jedi. It was a simple attack, an attempt to catch the boy by his throat and force choke him. If she didn't need to get too close, she wouldn't.

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[Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax]

Spoiler: Equipment

Outfit: Training Clothes, Dark Valkyrie Armor*, Blood infused Liquid Laminanium Bracelets
Weapons: Svikin Hjörtu, Ancient Lightsaber, Old Owners Lightsaber, Fathers Lightsaber, Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber, Bag of long fused Thermal Detonators

Tags -
Allies: Darth Carnifex | Sarlow Zambrano | Lina Djo
Local: Thurion Heavenshield | Vulpesen | Zark San Tekka
Engaging: Open! come at me

Kalandra - Bardaginn

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It was her first real time on this world and found this place somewhat enjoyable already. Between the sea of green and vicious wildlife that attacked regardless of somethings strength, it was a paradise in it's own rights. Despite the short time being here it was not the climax of this vacation from Malsheem. While Teresa stood besides her Master, the woman focused with securing the fastenings on the armor for battle.

These black plates adorned with gold and crystals made her happy, perhaps to be said one of the woman's greatest treasures. Every time it was worn was a good omen for war and battle, a window for pain received and given. Thinking about it was enough to rile the woman eager for her charge, eager to fight besides a unit that could match her movements for devastation.

As the Black Iron Tyrant stood before an orb, Teresa could feel it, an ominous feeling that aroused curiosity. The ball began to glow and the archway snapped with swerling lightning. Even the air itself felt like it dropped in temperature. What's more was the expression the Blackened Valkyrie made seeing the horde step through spilling like an endless wave.

She watched them walk like a being cursed with poor motor control and staggered movements. Slowly they kept moving parting around Carnifex as if He were a stone in a river braking the flow. All they seemed to do was head for the edge of the plateau. "Oh... wait for it, waiiiiit..." The first fell and many more followed in their long fall to the bottom. "There they go. Learning to fly without wings."

He then stood before the Valkyries, and their leader Darth Pellax. "My Valkyries, I send you now into battle against the enemy. Ensure that the tide of death does not deviate, it must wash over this world and consume all therein. Darth Pellax, tip of the spear, you shall lead the vanguard. Bring me their weapons."

After laughing momentarily and the pitiable corpses the Valkyries attention swung to her approaching Master. Teresa knew what it ment even before the words left his mouth. She was more than happy to take the lead to be the first to charge in. "It will be my pleasure, Master. Though I intend to keep some I like. After all, I like to collect them too." She was also thinking of acquiring some kind of weapon or tool for her head retainer. Especially given how diligently she worked every day. "Later my love."

Dirt scaped under her boot suddenly as she spun around walking in the same direction as the hoard. "VORPAL! LETS FLY!" Teresa's wings snapped up and rushed down with a swoosh kicking dirt up around. Taking the skies and the handful of others joined behind in the same manner. Only had they trained together, now she wanted to see their metal. "Don't engage till after the first drop. We have the element of surprise so let's find a juicy target." Diving down her eyes would watch the cascading undead and pulled away.

Further down they went the closer the sounds of battle already begun could be heard in the distance. Beneath the thick canopy she could make out the lights of blaster shots dotting furiously at the approaching undead, even sounds of speeders and their screaming engines scooted around. "Ready a drop." She said pressing her finger against the com. Pulling a bag from her side to her front it would delve in taking grasp of an sepherical device.

The other eleven did the same preparing thermal detonators. She doubted anyone would have taken notice of them yet, but in moments the Galactic Alliance forces would be in for a rude awakening. The Blackened Valkyrie began to circle noticing a concentration of grouped soldiers given the density of shots originating from a spot. Shoring up the run they sunk closer to the canopy.

"On my mark, release in three, two, one, loose." Her thumb pressed the button and like that twelve thermals dropped from the sky onto the unsuspecting forces. Moments later the sounds of combined explosions boomed with a thunderous rumble. The damage to the area taking a few trees crashing down. "WEAPONS GREEN, ENGAGE AT WILL!" The twelve broke off into four groups of three.

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[Valery Noble]

Yavin IV

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers
Tag: Kahlil Noble Darth Malum of House Marr Trayze Tesar

"I doubt we can hold them off forever," Valery mused while she looked beyond the clearing and through the trees that surrounded the ancient Yavin structure. As Sword and Shield of the Jedi, the two renowned Masters had been tasked with protecting an old Temple at the outer perimeter of the Alliance defenses on the moon. This is were the undead army would strike first, and where Valery suspected some of its commanders would be.

That was ultimately her goal — remove the head of the snake, and this mindless horde will fall.

But she knew, realistically, that the limited amount of soldiers behind her would never be able to stop an entire invasion of zombies. They'd likely have to fall back or regroup, but she wasn't going to give up easily. Until they were threatened to be overrun, she would hold her ground and fight off the Sith and their beast-like army.

After all these years at war with the Sith, she felt they had reached a new low.

"We got this, though." Valery looked at him with a cocky grin and stepped closer. "As always, we go in together. We make it out together." She leaned in closer to at least kiss his cheek. A small loving gesture before they were thrown into the chaos of yet another massive battle together.

"I'm hoping we can lure out someone of importance and take them down."

 

[Vazz]

Celanon.

What a world. It was so full of fake, artificial lights. Much like home, actually. The Defel hated it. The only saving grace about being here was the absolute terror that filled the streets now that the Sith had openly attacked. Undead striking through, claiming the lives of the living regardless of status or skill, only for them to be brought into the undead horde as another faceless fodder.

That part Vazz was indifferent about, but it was funny to see a business ceo wander mindlessly alongside his company drones he underpaid and devalued constantly. Death was an equalizer, for certain.

Not that they were his prey, of course. The Jedi were. He slinked through the shadows, smiling softly as his haunting whistle echoed down the streets. He would find his prey soon enough.

Jonyna Si

 

[Nir Si]

Objective: Fight the Sorceress
Engaging: Annika Starfire
Gear: In Bio​

"Can you stop doing that?" she asked as one of the undead went down. "Those aren't mine and if you break too many of them it's me that gets to deal with a grumpy necromancer." she laughed as she continued to advance with them. She reached out her hand and purple smoke appeared around her fingers making a beeline for the young jedi. It was a simple attack, an attempt to catch the boy by his throat and force choke him. If she didn't need to get too close, she wouldn't.

"No can do, soul sister." Nir said with a dead eye concentration. Force Powers. Right. He held out a hand, a gust of wind pushing back at the purple smoke, while the lightsaber in his offhand flashed away, a Blaster Cannon in it's place, as Nir opened up a river of blaster bolts as he tried to close the distance. The zombies didn't worry him, and he figured if they tried to swarm him, he could just push them back with the force.

At least, that was the hope.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"They're not an endless amount. Eventually they'll run out."

Kahlil laughed. Eventually was the emphasis. He knew undead. They were his bread and butter as a Sith himself, though his focus was more on the creation of a soul than the creation of a host like these were. Mindless, monstrous creatures with little point in existing but to devour and eat the living. As far as he knew, the woman in charge of all creations within the Sith would not approve of these.

Perhaps the Sith were fracturing more than he had originally thought.

He got up from a crouch, tucking away a piece of chalk he'd been using to draw out a runic sequence across the ground. Undead were an affront to the Living Force, an attempt to deny the return all life was destined for. It was something he'd started to realize was more of his task from the Force. Behind everything that had been done to him.

From everything he had done.

"They won't stay hidden for long. There's always traces back to the creator, if you know where to look." He smirked in turn, leaning down to take the kiss for himself. "Good thing you've an experienced ex Necromancer on your side, mm?"

Valery Noble | Darth Malum of House Marr | Trayze Tesar

 

[Lina Djo]

An unease settled over Lina, watching the Dark Lord initiate the ritual, the zombie hoard spilling over one another, clambering, desperate to feast. She had never taken pleasure in needless violence, and this was exactly that. Drawing in a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and rolled her shoulders. It wouldn't do, to allow her misgivings about Carnifex’s methods to cloud her mind today. They had a battle to win.

Carnifex approached them, his movement full of power, she could see him in Sarlow and also see why her mother had fallen for him all those years ago.

"I sense the strands of fate bending, curling towards a focus point. We shall investigate and see what is uncovered."

A nod at his words, and she stepped forward, her knuckles grazing the back of Sarlow’s hand. Gently she placed her hands on each of their chests and closed her eyes. Dark energy spread from her fingers and chest, coiling about all of them, an incantation muttered under her breath as the spell of concealment wrapped around all three of them.

Opening her eyes, satisfied with her work she stepped back. “They will not feel us coming.”

Sarlow Zambrano Darth Carnifex Thurion Heavenshield Vulpesen Zark San Tekka

 

[Xeykard]

Corazona von Ascania ​

He could practically hear the wonderings of the other Sith landed on Celanon -- would they rule only the dead? Xeykard had no such doubts. The Dark Lord would never be so foolish or wasteful.

No; in truth, Xeykard had no doubts simply because he had a different mission. The ruling guilds of Celanon were currently engaged in an essential meeting to decide the future of their world. The Sith's assault was timed such that much of Celanon's security forces were instead gathered in the capital's core, where the guild-masters had gathered. As the horde gained momentum, the guilds would abandon their people below, holing up in the fortress that was the governing sector.

The Inquisitor would be forcing their hand.

He arrived like a wrecking ball, tearing through the glasteel window with his saber. The guards in the room were professionals, but they were few; two swings of his saber, and the only ones left were the guild-masters. He looked at the dozen lavishly-dressed Nalroni, and merely held out his hand.

"The Sith want your loyalty. Come -- do not disappoint us. This one will ensure your safety."

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Objective: Slay The Horde
Engaging: Vazz
OOC Music: Don't Fear The Reaper
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A Neon Paradise. That's what some would consider Celadon, a place of commerce and plenty. Jonyna wasn't one of those people. She always disliked cities to an extent, the lack of real life played with her senses something funky. But even so, she could navigate it like no other. A Duracrete jungle was still a jungle, and wires and roofs made for a playground for the Cathar-Denik.

The Knight had been sent out to fight the undead. Jonyna was always one to hold back slightly in her offense, but fighting the living dead, she knew she couldn't. Swift as the wind, she cut through them. Liz and Sally got to work, the former slicing through zombies like butter, while the latter channeled flame through it to burn the corpses in spurts of ignition. No risks were taken with leaving them to rise once more. She could only do her best to save those she could, but maybe she was a little too focused on that. She always had been. Be the hero, she said. The twin owls, wolf, and tiger that stalked alongside her certainly helped in that though. Striking at any zombie that might go for a civilian around her, herding people out of the streets and away from danger.

She found herself just outside of an alley, lobbing the head off a massive zombie that stood a head taller than her, before putting a hand out and igniting the beast entirely, incinerating the massive tower of rotting meat in one go.

 

[Rann Thress]

OBJ 2- CELANON

ALLIES: Damsy Callat Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris

ENEMIES: None yet.


“I think you’d hate yourself if we left now.” Rann replied, looking out over the city next to his sister.

“We’re here now. The hard part is over,” he said turning away from the city and looking over to his sister.

He wasn’t around for Atrisia, that was before his time in the CIS. But he had heard stories. He had heard how horrible it was, and was thankful to have missed it. However, undead were now accosting Celanon and Yavin, and Rann and Damsy n jumped at the chance to do something. At the time, they were both gung ho about the whole ordeal, but now as they sit here?

Both would rather be anywhere else in the galaxy.

“Let’s avoid the dead as much as we can.” Rann said, not to anyone in particular as he looked out over the city again as he reached down and grabbed a lightsaber hilt for comfort.

 

[Myra Elspeth Arceneau]

Celanon

Trade Consortium

Objective: Escape | Interacting with Makai Dashiell

Enemies : Zombies | Allies : Not Zombies

Panic erupted, people tripped, and the once-dull atmosphere now crackled with growing apprehension. Everything was a rush; Myra had no chance to process anything. All she had now was Makai's hand grasping her own, leading her out of the office into the hallway. Thirty-Seven took point while El-Three took the rear. It was surreal. Behind them, the jostle of the Celanon officials and their calls and cries of confusion joined the many other voices that surged through the hall.

It was chaos. Between the ringing of the klaxon and the commotion of sentient attempting to rush to the exits, Myra had no idea how to react, she could only feel her heart start to race in dread. All she could do was keep up, silver eyes glancing back and forth in a growing sense of anxiety at the unknown. Little did she know that the mundane meeting now transformed into a nightmare that would revisit the darkest corners of her memories. Was it an invasion? A terrorist attack? Is that why we have to evacua--

[ The undead have overrun the city Sir. HoloNet activity suspects the Sith, who have a suddenly increased presence in the area. ]

Time stopped. Myra's ears immediately picked up on a singular word: undead. The undead. That dark mahogany head snapped forward in attention towards Thirty-Seven. Wham! Then came the next word that sent the heiress into hyperfocus overdrive.

Zombies?

Myra's heart hammered, but it wasn't just the fear of the unknown that gripped her.

"No.." The hushed plea coated with fear was incoherent, Myra's face blanching of color so much that she immediately felt dizzy.

Dromond Kaas -- a name etched in the deepest recesses of her mind. The memory of that fateful day haunted her like a ghostly specter. The surge of undead, the horrifying demise of her parents, and the gut-wrenching reality of her six-year-old self witnessing it all. Their lifeless bodies had shielded her, becoming a grim barricade that saved her from the same fate.

Now, in this unexpected moment, the past collided with the present. The specter of Drumond Kaas reared its head, and Myra felt the weight of that traumatic history bear down on her shoulders. Fear, anxiety, and dread intertwined in a suffocating dance, threatening to engulf her sanity.

Myra immediately tripped over her feet, her body caught between fight and flight in a surge of adrenaline. The action tugged Makai down with her, for her hand had turned into a death grip on Makai; so much so that her fingernails would dig painfully into his skin, cutting tiny bloody half-moons over the flesh of his hand.

Sounds muted and Myra's vision became hazy. Off in the distance, Thirty-Seven's voice was heard, having had L3 patch through the bio-signals to Makai's protocol droid as an emergency measure while the latter continued processing the massive amount of data to locate a safe place for landing.

[Miss. Arceneau is having a panic attack, Sir. You must ensure her stability so we may continue moving.]

 

[Danthem Scipios]

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System: Yavin IV
Objective: Objective 1
Tags: Kelly T. Perris
Soundtrack: Smoke Trails
Ship: X-Wing

There isn't really a comparable sensation to flying low level over the green canopy of a jungle. Whilst high g-forces might be the epitome of physical sensation in a fighter, the tightness in ones chest from watching the altimeter sit in the tens of meters instead of hundreds or thousands is quite something else. Danthem pushed his thumb down slightly on the small multi-directional switch attached to his flight stick to trim the fighter into a steady flight parameter then scanned through his helmet to the indicated airspeed of two hundred and twenty meters a second making fine adjustments with his other hand on the throttle to maintain that setting. At this speed and altitude the Revenants would travel approximately seven miles a minute and not over expend on their fuel reserves too much. There were of course computers to map out the exact optimal flight profiles for a sortie with requirements able to be simply plugged in but keeping track of all that made things needlessly complicated, something that in the occasion you have very little time for.

Danthem keyed his microphone and peered through the glass of his canopy out towards his flight lead.

"Revenant eleven checking in, echelon left."

It was weird to think about sometimes that on the ground a spacing of two hundred feet would seem like so much further than it is within the air, let alone the void of space. Yet up here he could still make out the shape of Revenant nine's helmet and the intricacies of the T-95H's construction. With their s-foils closed the two multi-role fighters seemed almost made to push themselves through the atmosphere and no doubt had not been the first x-wings to come thundering along the top of this jungle planet nor would they be the last.

"Fence checks show weapons are fuzed and set. Countermeasures functioning and no engine or fuel issues so far. Any news on our target boss? Cus that chatter on guard sounds like the grunts are going through it down there."

With the suddenness of how everything had transpired the excellent if not overworked Revenant ground crew had only had time to switch out his weapons load from practice to live bombs. One of the upsides to the T-95 was of course that multi-role capability that allowed the pilots an option between ground attack or anti-ship operations, the four fixed pylon laser cannons and missile launcher made up for its counter-fighter weapons complement and allow self-escorted strike missions wherever and whenever the call was given.

 

[Gress D'ran]

Objective: Warposting PvE/Fire Support
Tag: Nir Si Vulpesen Liram Angellus Zark San Tekka Thurion Heavenshield Connel Vanagor Loomi Jalen Kai'el Valery Noble Kahlil Noble
Unit Loadout: Here
OOC Music: The Valley of Death

What had once been a jungle, now became a shelling ground.

The Dead had come in hordes, and the Hellstompers decided to send them back to the grave. Thundercat mortars never stopped firing, as accurate fire came raining down on groups, while overlapping Warthog fire sprayed what remained. Anything larger that came was hit with turbolaser fire, whether it be from the Cougar, the Sphinx, or the Screaming Falcons, the mile wide open field around the temple became nothing more than churning dirt and a lightshow of blaster fire.

"This is Lieutenant Colonel Gress D'ran of the 34th Walker Battalion, to Central Command. We're holding firm, but we're gonna need resupply at some point. We only got so many mortar shells."

[Trident Actual to Hellstomper command, if you need a QRF, you've got it. Trident company stands ready to move where you need us!]

Reinforcements. Not what he needed right now, but definitely appreciated.

"Copy Trident Actual, Put your boys on the outer ring and cover our blind spots for now. Central Command, let the boys on the ground know that our Arty battalion is open for fire support. We've got a range of about half the damn hemisphere, so tell everyone on the ground that Screaming Falcons are ready to support."​

 

[Rolin Voss]

OPERATION GUARDIAN AVALANCHE
Celanon
The Alliance sends their Armor to Desperately Hold Off the Infected....

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Location: En Route To Defend The Dropsites
Equipment: Standard GADF Armor l Sidearm l Fancy New Boots l Smackin' Shovel
Tank Column: Three Terenta Class Battletanks
Tank 1: "Locals Only" COMMANDING
Tank 2: "Pre-Release Party"
Tank 3: "Cheap Beer"
En Route to Defend and Extract Civilians ( Makai Dashiell l Myra Elspeth Arceneau )


The world was on fire, as they were dropped hot- meaning right off the transport, with no FOB. The three crews were the first of hopefully many assets, and were overloaded with ammunition to a dangerous degree. Rolin had made the call, and the crews were volunteering, fighting over who got to go first, or who rather, would have to. Rolin accepted that he may not make it out of the situation alive.

He grit his teeth, as he stood on the outside of the tank, manning one of the extra mounted machine guns on the outside of the tank.

"Lieutenant! Incoming!"

Incoming was an understatement- they were hopelessly outnumbered by the infected. Rolin breathed deeply, charging the bolt on the machine gun. He used his internal comms to signal the tanks to spread out along the mostly abandoned street, save for a few speeders, a litany of dead bodies, and infrastructure. But the city was built for design and luxury, not war.

So the tanks rolled through it all carelessly. Rolin did have to keep in mind that their tanks could very well topple roads and bridges, if they didn't distribute the weight evenly enough. But that was a less pressing matter. He turned and nodded to his gunner, which fired the first salvo.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.


Tanks firing in a cityscape caused a massive amount of overpressure- and their heavy rounds tore through the horde of infected, and shattered windows with the shockwave alone. On impact, the rounds detonated against an abandoned building, causing a flume of smoke. Rolin opened up the Comms channel to higher Alliance, indicating they were heading for one of the dozens upon dozens of evacuation sites.

Then, he opened up a local all-comms channel, on the emergency frequency that the Alliance had been given authority to overtake. What was once used for emergency notifications like extreme weather, power outages, or attacks- now there was hope.

"This is Lieutenant Voss of the 2nd Armor Company of the Alliance. Please evacuate immediately to the coordinates at the end of this message-" The message was littered with the background effect of the tank column engaging the infected, while Rolin was clearly still on the outside of the tank with the machine gun. "We will be evacuating all civilian personnel off-planet. Please hurry, approach any Alliance member you see quickly and we will get you out of here. May the force be with you."

He looked to the other tank commander, who was also on the outside of the tank, just off to the side of the main turret, operating a bolted-on machine gun, desperately retrofitted to give the tank just a bit more firepower in the chaos of the last few hours. They nodded at each other in silent agreement that they would see it through.

And the tanks column pushed forward, a Vanguard hoping to stem the tide of undead unleashed by the Sith on innocent people.

The crews grit their teeth, and out of a strange habit, Rolin put in a mouthguard. He had a strange habit of grinding his teeth under stress.

 

[Ansisa]

Tags: Jalen Kai'el​

Perched like a cat, one hand resting lazily on the tree trunk the other spinning her lightsaber hilt, Ansisa watched the zombie horde surge beneath her. Mindless and unrelenting they scrambled over corpses that had been torn asunder, overwhelming Jedi and Galactic Alliance soldiers alike. It was beautiful to watch.

The hum of dropships bringing reinforcements brought a smile to her lips. And she pushed off her branch, leaping to the next tree with ease, vanishing from sight and the force as she moved from one to the next, the rustling of the branches as she passed over jedi lost in the shouts and groans of the horde.

Reaching the edge of the tree line where the dropships landed, marines and jedi spilled out of it. Ansisa unveiled herself, smile wide and began to whistle to draw their attention upwards, a low chuckle escaped her as blaster bolts screamed towards her and she dropped from her perch disappearing once more from the force and from sight, the hoarder spilling around her.

Time to hunt.