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Handsome blindfolded hyper-religious whackjob
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Alars Keto Alars Keto Jayda Vanator Jayda Vanator

He'd admire Kryll's tenacity if the man were not stopping him from saving an entire world from destruction. As the boot of the marauder impacted his chest. The air was driven from the Jedi's lungs. The concentration on his techique severed as he ceased in his disruption of the warrior's delicate internal systems. It gave Kryll the relief needed to regain his bearings. To allow him to gain his equilibrium back as the nausea would rapidly abate.

Had Aaran enacted his power for longer, he could probably have dealt something a bit more lasting. But that was not too be. Instead, his form skid backwards, hand coming to his chest in an attempt to massage away the ache and the eventual bruise that was going to form. Discipline and combat experience forming him to keep his breathing steady. To avoid the temptation to take large lungfuls of air. Forcing himself to remain calm, composed and focused. Even with this temporary lapse, he still had some advantages. Mainly that now Kryll was back between him and Jayda. He still had his lightsaber. He still had greater mastery of the Force.

There was no Ignorance. Only Knowledge. Aaran knew what advantages he had. And he was more than capable of using them.

With the same snapping hiss as before, the golden blade at his side was ignited as he rose back to his full height. Neck cracking as his blind gaze focused entirely on Kryll.

"I don’t have time for this." He said, raising the blade to point at the Marauder. The hum of the blade echoing through the narrow corridor, buzzing directly into the ears of everyone present. He really did not have the time for this at all. He had to beat Kryll, get to the reactor, deal with whoever might be there, shut it down and then if possible, escape the station alive. Not exactly a simple thing to ask for.

He did regret having to cut down Kryll. Someone who had just recently opened themselves up to the Force. A being with such potential that his life could have gone in any direction. But it was the burden the Jedi was forced to carry. He had to make these decisions, these choices for the greater good. And if he had to cut down one remorseless psychopath for the good of countless innocents. Then so be it.

"Forgive me. I did try to knock you out."

And with that final apology, he moved. Form a blur as he emptied himself. Of thought, of passion, of intent. Allowing the Force to flow through him, to guide his blade as the golden sword cleaved through the darkness in a shining arc. No longer attempting to hold back against his opponent. Intent on cutting him down for the good of the world below.

He could only hope that he could forgive himself for this act afterwards.
 

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"You will fail them," repeated the former Dark Lord of the Sith, his voice an even monotone rumble.
Carnifex, unlike in his youth, was not usually committed to trading barbs with his enemies. Often he remained a silent figure, cold and detached, with murder being his sole objective. There were times when he spoke, sometimes at length, to his enemies to achieve some nebulous goal that only he was privy to. More common than length speeches were brief sentences such as the ones he employed against the Jedi on Ziost, and that he was now employing against this Jedi.
Somewhere during their duel one of their blades had cut through a vital cable, severing power to the hallway's lighting fixtures. In the span of an instant, the light in the corridor flicked off and was quickly replaced by the glow of lightsabers as the two combatants, Jedi and Sith, continued to fight. Their faces were briefly illuminated in the darkness, macabre shades of green and red twisting their features right before the emergency lights flipped on.
Carnifex focused solely on the Jedi before him, everything else was inconsequential. This battle station, the dying pilots out in the void, and even the fate of Csilla itself did not compare to the fight right before his eyes. It was as if the universe fell away, swallowed by the encroaching darkness, leaving only himself and Elle Mors standing in the spotlight. Their blades clashed and locked together, plasma spitting hot sparks as their eyes met with incomparable intensity. The vast depths of the former Dark Lord's eyes belied the true depth of his villainy, the grand design which he held for the galaxy was only barely glimpsed through the pure hatred and evil which burned bright in that killer's glare.
Breaking the saberlock, Carnifex reached out and unleashed his fury in the form of crackling tendrils of scarlet lightning. The energy was not directed solely at the Jedi, but rather it spread out like a net to strike the environment around them. Metal struck by the former Emperor's dark energy smoldered and warped from the heat, blackening almost instantaneously. What it did to clothing and Human flesh could only be imagined, but it was clear that such gross power would be exceedingly harmful to any living creature.
Meanwhile, the throne room of the station was cast into disarray from the fighting taking place there. Sensing that the time drew near to make his departure, parts of his ambitions fulfilled, Carnifex allowed his lightning attack to run its course as he reached out with the Force towards his bladed weapon. The blade wrenched itself free from its mooring, cutting off the ritual that had been left on auto-pilot since his departure. The stream of souls abruptly ceased, the dead allowed to transfer their energies into the chaotic realm of the Netherworld without hindrance.
The weapon flew through the station, cutting through walls without restraint until it reached its master's outstretched hand. Fingers curled around the baleful weapon, master and servant fully united as the energies of so many souls flooded into Carnifex's being. Yet he did not use this opportunity to further his attack against the Jedi but rather turned to silently regard her as the Dark Side grew exponentially more powerful in and around him.
"You will fail her."

 
LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE


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Location: Mercy
Tags:
Yula Perl Yula Perl | Dagon Kaze Dagon Kaze


Simmering anger radiated from his body like white hot steam. He seethed beneath the onyx helm, the thin veil that hid away his true visage. Free from his accursed prison, the Knight of Ren adjusted his gaze and stared intently onto his prey as they recovered from his telekinetic assault.

The damage to the hall had been severe enough to tear a durasteel wall asunder. Sparks flew from the corners of the corridor and with heavy footing he marched to meet his enemy head on. No more games, they would die here and now.

"Gonna have to cut that joy short, Ren."

"We aren't dying."

“We’ll see.”

The reactor.

He was struck with pause, he had hopped to ferry them away and dispose of them but here they were mere feet away from the massive chamber.

An unrecognizable growl uttered forth from the Knight as he leapt into action, fueled by his passion, empowered by the power of the Dark Side of the Force. He struck meeting his weapon’s edge against the Jedi’s own, striking in a flurry of swift movements.

He could not allow them to succeed.



 
It’s Nothing Personal
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Task Force Xesh
Tags:
Kirk Korrado | Kingsley | Maijan Paisea | Viribus | Allyson Locke

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He slowly began to raise his hands as the blaster barrel was placed on his chest.

The slight vibration in the Zeltron’s hand was being transferred through the gun. He could feel his heartbeat trying to slow itself down after being talked to. If he made a move, the adrenaline more than likely wouldn’t kick in to fire until Kreg caught the pink man in a chokehold.

But for now, his hands stay raised.

“What am I doing here? Well, if that crazy bird would’ve woken me up, I would be over there on that death trap. Right now though, I’m stuck with you and that droid.”

Lowering himself into a nearby chair, he turned to look out the viewport at the bland hangar. The Zeltron probably kept the blaster trained on him. Oh well.

“I took a look into your file Zeltron. They really need to keep those things locked up tighter. With your long history as a smuggler, and a spice-runner of all things, you should keep your guard up more.”

He turned back to face the man, not really caring what would happen.

“Plus, if it weren’t for this bomb in the back of my neck I would knock you out and go collect the bounty they place on you kind of people. So if I were you, I’d watch your back.”

Kreg turned back to the viewport. He didn’t care what the man thought about him. His ‘personal image’ wasn’t exactly on the top of his list of things to worry about.

Letting out a sigh, he wondered what was taking the rest of those freaks so long to get those plans.
 

Elle Mors

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Duel of The Fates, aboard the 'Mercy'

She couldn't have said she was surprised that, despite her belief that there was not a soul in the galaxy that could not be redeemed, Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex likely believed himself above redemption or long passed the point of no return and refused her - refused to even acknowledged the olive branch she'd extended to him. He repeated the line again - did he expect her resolve to waver, her will to weaken? She thought she had known her former liege better than to try the same ploy twice in such short succession, especially after failing once before.

"Failure would be to do nothing." She replied firmly, as the two locked blades again, her face illuminated by the red of his blade and the verdant green of her own. Her own eyes, mirroring the color of the blade held tightly in her hand, locked with his - the miasma of cruel intentions pooling like an aged ichor in the pits of his black sclera, boring his discordant evil into her own determined gaze. Still her will did not shake, and with a titanic show of strength the saberlock was broken through their mutual and opposing efforts. A shower of sparks rained down in the gap between them, the plasma spray tearing through the floor where they'd stood and into the walls that boxed them in - only for a crimson arc to erupt from the tips of the Dark Lord's fingers, lightning coursing through the air erratically.

She tutted at the sight, sweeping her blade along the branching electricity to catch it like a lightning rod, pulling the raw power of the dark side into her lightsaber and away from her body - her eyes catching sight of the impact it had on their surroundings. She could have pressed the assault then and there, repeated the manner in which another Dark Lord of the Sith had nearly been ended by his own lightning at the hand of a vindictive Jedi - but she was no Windu, and she did not see herself as a killer, despite the need others might have felt.

"My victory is in defeating temptation, not in defeating you." She said, light growing around her steadily - from a source yet unknown.

A blade, a sword, or something of the sort flung through the station and carried with it the rotting stench of genocide, of murder. It was caught in the Dark Lord's hand, gripping tight with the intimacy only a master of such a tool could know, and with devastating cruelty he siphoned the souls of so many innocents into his form and she at last knew, understood, the meaning behind his taunt - felt the shock run down her spine, the chill set into her heart.

She could never have been able to even conceive of the manner of torture he'd intended on the victims that had attracted her gaze to the station in the first place.

"You will fail her." He said.

The threat was clear - she didn't know how he knew so much, nor did the question of why or how come to mind in that moment. She faltered in that moment, unprepared for knowledge that she thought was known only to her to be flaunted in her face with a threat of a fate worth than death handed down to her, and nearly let the blade slip from her fingers as the ramifications of this revelation struck her. Light seemed to dim, almost, as the darkness grew around him - the confidence in his words was justified, and he likely felt that wavering of her spark against the turbulence of his storm.

But her grip tightened again, her brow knit in renewed determination. "Love, alone, is worth the fight." Elle spat back. She stepped towards him, once, then twice, and flicked her blade down, the lightning that had been held within discharging into the wall at her side, revealing a control of force she hadn't yet displayed - his words had been right for the moment, but wrong for the fight.

Light erupted from her person, burning away the shadows that tried in vain to swallow her whole.

"I will not." She said, responding to his claim - his threat. While unprepared, the stirrings of unity with the force within her were clear as day to those who knew what they were looking at - the Sith would surely know that this was his only chance to rid himself of this potential union of force and flesh, just as she did in that same moment, as the rays of the light of the force surrounded her and cleansed the chamber of the dark side of the force.
 

// CONSTELLATION SALVAGE TEAM
// BROTHERHOOD SUPERWEAPON
// CSILLA SYSTEM, UNKNOWN REGIONS

Captain Drake boosted clear of the smoke and toxins setting his jetpack to hover mode. He blasted a few times at the Nihil's last known position while still airborne. Then his Glie-44 fell silent, tracking for any new sign of movement. When Atlas finally spotted his prey's silhouette there was only a split second to react before his wings were clipped by the primitive thrown spear. Warning klaxons echoed loudly within his self contained EVA suit. Guidance malfunctioned, tossing the spacer around in short uncontrolled bursts like a ragdoll.

Sparks shorted through electrical systems and the booster cut out entirely. Atlas had just enough time to tuck and roll before landing roughly on the bridge. He bounced and skidded to an eventual halt, groaning in pain at the jarring force of impact. It took him a few moments for his senses to return. Moments the berserk pirate stole to close in while he searched for the blaster knocked from his hands.

" Adaz Adaz huh? Name's Drake," he parried the first blade with his tehk'la, "I've survived worse than you. So will Csilla."

When the rogue chiss warrior lashed out with his off hand Atlas reached forward to catch him by the wrist. He kept enough pressure on his long knife to lock them both into a grapple. In growing desperation he suddenly pulled on Adaz instead of pushed, attempting to shift the pirate's momentum and force them both over the edge. Even though it was malfunctioning Drake tried to activate the booster on his jetpack one final time.

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Objective 2: Dark All Day
Resurrection Class Battlecruiser ‘Magnus’
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Operation: FINAL DAWN

Allies: Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha | Derix Tirall | CETCOM CETCOM | Talon Kyber | Kuric Taumin

Tag: Adhira Chandra | Auteme | Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva | Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock | Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana

The Resurrection-Class Battlecruiser ‘Magnus’ has sustained critical damage to it's shields, it's escorting Crucifix I and Imperial II Star Destroyers having long been torn to shreds. The counter offensive had been brilliantly strategized, they had maintained hit after hit against the awesome firepower of the Brotherhood's vessels and forced the capital ships supporting the boarding party to either retreat or be destroyed on the spot. There was very little Aldo could do aside from call the retreat back to the defensive screen around 'Mercy' as the Fatalis had.

The boarding operation was still a go, yet MAW and WOTS assets would need to find their own way back via small craft. It had become far too costly to remain and the admiral could not risk losing the 'Magnus' to such reckless odds. "Send a message of our fallback position to the Dark One aboard and tell his lordship that we will be taking position to cover the Fatalis."

Aldo spun away from his first mate and gazed down into the pit where several FINAL DAWN fleet technicians were hard at work, "Charge the Proton Beam Cannon and be ready to fire on the lead pursuit vessel trailing the Fatalis. At the close proximity the Fatalis's powerful autocannons cannot be of use against the enemy so we must shake up the engagement and give Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha breathing room." Garrick scowled, snapping back to his right hand in view of the battle around him, "I want all fighters to engage now!"

 



Location: Space
Tags: Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis , R3-D1 R3-D1

It hadn't been enough. The fatal blow crashed into the durasteel plating rather than Solipsis' flesh, and Cedric reacted instantly with trying to cleave his opponent in two. His blade was met by that of the Voice, again and again, until they flying out into the void and final clash of blades sent them spinning in different directions. Cedric would have yelled at the beast, called it a coward if he could, but what little air that had remained in his lungs was gone seconds into his drift.

His armor protected him from the worst of the sun's glare, but the nothingness of the void quickly deadened his limbs with frost. Pain gave way to a numbness that crept throughout his entire form as he drifted further into the abyss, the Maw's superweapon floating further and further out of his reach.

As the lack of sensation grew to encompass his wounds, it began to grow pleasant. Tempting even. His thoughts slowed as his brain was deprived of sustenance, and it was all he could do not to simply give in to oblivion. It took a momentous effort for Cedric to click the datapad implanted in his armpiece and activate the beacon it held.

Hopefully R3-D1 R3-D1 could hone in on him without getting shot down. The possibility was small, but there were no other alternatives. He drew upon what he could of the empyrean, slowing his heartbeat to a snail's pace, and satiating his body somewhat, growing rigid with the exertion. The technique would buy him a few minutes, maybe a dozen if he got lucky, but it certainly wouldn't save him. Maybe R3 would get lucky.

Cedric decided not to worry about it as he watched the genocide of Csilla unfold below him. If nothing else, he'd expire with a spectacular view and in a rather peaceful fashion at that. Few could ask for more.





 

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ALLIES | NIO | GA | NJO |EE | CIS | FO | CA | Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock | Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva | Teica Giraan Teica Giraan | Ryv | Thale | Roudac Gannan Roudac Gannan |
ENEMIES | BotM |TK | SE | WotS | Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha | Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick | Talon Kyber | CETCOM CETCOM | Derix Tirall | Subject 54 Havoc



NIV PRIDE OF THE EMPEROR

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER

AZURE HAMMER COMMAND
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The Azure Hammer Command's advance stalled when a large shield of debris came to life and hid the Fatalis. The silent tractor beams roared to life and, suddenly, grasped broken hulls and destroyed ships to block the Imperial attacks. This was annoying for the least. If the fleet was unable to overcome this unexpected shield, the dreadnought would regenerate its shields and have the time to fall back.

Several options were present in Orcana's head. He could press his ships forward and try to destroy the shipwrecks. He could try to turn around it, at the risk of colliding with it. He could try to destroy it from a distance, but it would take too much time and leave the fleet unable to defend itself from other attacks. Gallius could also call for reinforcements and hope being saved by an unexpected ally.

The Commodore was no fool. He knew his call for aid would not be answered in time, and leave him endangered. From the multiple solutions he had imagined, the officer started drafting a new battle plan. Yes, there was something to play on that field, although success would not come as quickly as hoped.

Gallius rose from his seat and went to the holo terminal. He opened a line that put him in relation with Roudac Gannan Roudac Gannan , Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock and Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva . They were all able to answer his call quickly, and maybe bring some help.

"This is Commodore Gallius Orcana speaking. I have an opportunity to strike down the Fatalis and open the long-awaited breach in their defence sphere. However, the dreadnought has managed to hide in a shield of debris. I need help to destroy it or overcome it before the Fatalis can pull out of the battlefield. I understand, Allegiant General, that you have a line of sight on the Fatalis? If you can open fire upon it and target its tractor beams, it would be appreciated. Captain Herlock, I am going to need your Task Force to strengthen my Fleet. Please join the bulk of the Azure Hammer as quickly as possible. Commodore Oliva, I'd like your help on that matter too. Are your ships available ?"

If two of the three could answer and come to help, Gallius would have no doubt of his victory. The Fatalis was too damaged to effectively hold back the gathering of so many vessels. However, if Gallius wasn't reinforced, his already beaten ships would not hold the formidable warship. All was going to be decided very soon.

Now that the Commodore had expressed his needs for reinforcements to his closest allies, it was time to strike again. With a tactical view of his whole fleet, Orcana could witness the Conqueror's and Revanchist's efforts to pull out of the battlefield, pursued by two of the Crucifix-class Cruisers. Meanwhile, the Fatalis had ceased fire and was retreating at a steady pace. It was time to strike again. And thus, Gallius gave his orders.

"Bring in the repair teams and let them work on the most critical damages we have suffered. We need to bring back the shields at full power as quickly as possible.

Contact the rest of the fleet: the Caçadores and the Inceptus will support the Pride of the Emperor and the Proudheart in our attack. The Shadow of the Emperor will maintain a constant connexion with Task Force 58 and the First Order fleets.

Move all the ships to a semi-circular formation. Order all vessels to target Sector 51-Aurek and open fire. We need to destroy that particular location of the shields of debris and reach the Fatalis through it. Deploy our bomber squadrons. Sonic projectiles only. They will make an attack run on Sector 51-Besh and weaken the field of debris there. We need to..."

Gallius was interrupted by a tremendous shock that made him fall face-down. When he got up, he realised new vessels were attacking. Imperial ones, it seemed. They were at the maximum range but it did not seem to affect their attacks at all. This allowed the officer to understand. They were using no traditional weaponry. As such, he needed to take into account yet another super-powerful enemy he had to handle. The battle was becoming more and more dangerous.

The Azure Hammer Command rolled and changed his course, now trying to hide from the Maw-Imperial vessels opening fire. The need to destroy the debris shield was pressing, and although precision was lost when the fleet moved, the rate of fire was consequent enough to impress Orcana.

"And now, everybody wants my head."

NIV Pride of the EmperorCuirassier-class Cruiser- Fully crewed, Active Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana
NIV ProudheartValiant-class Star Destroyer- Fully crewed, ActiveCaptain Bel Kiez - NPC
NIV ConquerorCuirassier-class Cruiser- Shields downCaptain Kir Ralkhone - NPC
NIV RevanchistDonnager-class Star Destroyer- Shields downCaptain Gar Ventanus - NPC
NIV Faith of SteelDonnager-class Star Destroyer- DestroyedCommander Julius Xanos - NPC - KIA
NIV Shadow of the EmperorDonnager-class Star Destroyer- Fully crewed, ActiveCommander Ma'nuu'roduo - NPC
NIV Anaxes's HonourInceptus-class Assault Ship- Fully crewed, ActiveCommander Viel Haskler - NPC
NIV Iron FistInceptus-class Assault Ship- Fully crewed, ActiveLieutenant-Commander Jurg Haskler - NPC
NIV Fury of KraigEscolta-class Frigate- DestroyedLieutenant-Commander TK-32097 - KIA
NIV Azure AvengerEscolta-class Frigate- DestroyedLieutenant Helbrecht Teshik - NPC - KIA
NIV Imperial HandCaçadores-class Corvette- Fully crewed, ActiveLieutenant Dek Rakad - NPC
NIV Eternal CrusaderCaçadores-class Corvette
- Fully crewed, Active
Lieutenant Fulthius Rax - NPC
 
Location: Edge of the Csilla System, Unmarked Freighter, Cockpit
Relevant Tags: Cedric Grayson Cedric Grayson
Objective: Don't Let Cedric Grayson Cedric Grayson Die Horribly, No Pressure

A small ding filled the silence of the cockpit, followed by the barest red flash. R3, sequestered in the corner of the room, remained in rest mode and thus did not move. A few moments passed, and just when the silence seemed it would remain permanent: ding!

R3 was roused this time, a few dim lights flickering across its clear dome as it came back to life. The droid whined, swivelling its head this way and that in the dim of the cockpit. Its single 'eye' fell upon the source of the sound, the one-way communicator left by Grayson. In an instant, the droid recalled the purpose of that item; it was the panic communicator. Given the present situation and mission, R3's presence was not strictly necessary. Indeed, in the expected fighting, the droid might have even been a hindrance. However, that did not mean R3 didn't have a place in this mess. So, R3 remained in the cold hulk of a barely-functioning freighter hidden at the edge of the system. It could see Csilla even from here, the distant planet turned battleground.

In the present, however, a sense of urgency fell over the short droid. Cedric was in danger, and it was up to the astromech to pull him out of the proverbial furnace. With a whistle that one might take as an astromech warcry, R3 hurriedly wheeled over to the astromech docking port. Its probe flicked out and connected with the ship. In a flash, the lights came to life and the weary engines roared again, filling the ship with horrible but expected rumbling.

While the freighter warmed up, R3 ran the coordinated received from Cedric through the navigational charts. To the droids chagrin, Cedric's beacon was located in the vacuum of space, a worrisome distance away from any of the scanner blips recognizable as ships. No doubt, Grayson had somehow managed to space himself - R3 had not for a moment entertained the idea that the beacon had merely been dropped. It was perhaps a poor sign that the droid expected the worst from its master - and was now most likely dying rapidly.

Moving at sub-light speeds through what appeared to be one of the largest battles within the last week with shields lowered was a poor idea, even more so considering Cedric was dying. The only way R3 could possibly reach Cedric in time would be to do a micro-jump on top of him, with the cargo bay open, and be ready to sweep around to face the other direction and jump back out.

If such a task were given to an organic navigator, they would likely shoot themselves and save the enemy the trouble. A navigation computer would flat-out refuse to even consider such an insane manoeuvre. Even most other astromechs would smoke and sputter when given such as order. Unfortunately, R3 was not an average astromech. R3 was the astromech of one Cedric Grayson, a man who could take chaos and improbable, and make the impossible, possible.

R3 only needed to micro-jump halfway across the system, stop nearly on top of Cedric amidst a massive battle, grab Cedric, turn about, and jump back out all without getting hit once; child's play. Some Jedi might call upon the Force to guide them in this manoeuvre, but R3 relied on cold, hard numbers... and copious luck. The diminutive astromech ran the numbers, overrode the navigation system, and punched in the hyperdrive.

With a sharp jerk and a whistling whoop, R3 and its freighter were sent hurtling across the system; hurtling towards the wayward Cedric.
 


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ALLIES | NIO | GA | NJO |EE | CIS | FO | CA | Halketh Halketh | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran | FN-999 | Tyrell Lockhart Tyrell Lockhart | Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe | Major Bennett Hall | Enedina Tal Enedina Tal | Kaleleon Kaleleon | Liza Liza | Himm'vaun'merek Himm'vaun'merek | Maple Harte | Jabez Melidoru | Ziroka Ziroka | Henri Estienne Henri Estienne
ENEMIES | BotM |TK | SE | WotS | The Mongrel The Mongrel | Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren | Maestus Maestus | Khaostra Devoid Khaostra Devoid | UX-0626 UX-0626 | Chimera Chimera



FIRST TODHUSARS REGIMENT

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
FIRST ANAXSI FREE BRIGADE

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With awe, the Captain watched the tanks slaughter the Brothers of the Maw. All of his troops were pulling back to the ridge, but he was staying on the battlefield, determined to kill as many barbarians as possible. One warrior after another, Jerec sliced the throats and disembowelled his victims. Drop by drop, his armour was beginning to be stained red, and he left a bloody trail on the snow behind him.

The frenzy was satisfying, and the Anaxsi felt relieved of all the pressure he had encountered since then. The burden of his dead comrades, the weight of a command position... All these things that slowed him down, were finally gone. As the heads-up display was beginning to go mad about the kill count, the TodHusar roared and accelerated, determined to join the tanks before retreating.

The killing carried on, Jerec now fully committed to his task of reaping through the ranks of the Brothers before he retreated. He holstered again his blaster and picked up a spear abandoned on the field. Dual-wielding, he became a storm of blood and death. Even with all of this, the horde wasn't falling back, it continued to press on. Their courage was something the Captain wanted to admire. He would admire it later when the bloodshed was over.

Grinning under his helm, Jerec saw the silhouette of a 2C tank shine: the vehicle was crushing barbarians under his tracks but stopped as the commander saw Jerec.

"Hey, Captain! Climb on!" he heard.
 
If I Back Down, Kill Me


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ALLIES | NIO | GA | NJO |EE | CIS | FO | CA | Halketh Halketh | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran | FN-999 | Tyrell Lockhart Tyrell Lockhart | Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe | Major Bennett Hall | Enedina Tal Enedina Tal | Kaleleon Kaleleon | Liza Liza | Himm'vaun'merek Himm'vaun'merek | Maple Harte | Jabez Melidoru | Ziroka Ziroka | Jerec Yularen Jerec Yularen
ENEMIES | BotM |TK | SE | WotS | The Mongrel The Mongrel | Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren | Maestus Maestus | Khaostra Devoid Khaostra Devoid | UX-0626 UX-0626 | Chimera Chimera



FIVE O' FIRST RCC

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
FIRST ANAXSI FREE BRIGADE

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The sound of flesh ground by the tracks of super-heavy tanks was one of the most lovely Estienne had ever heard.

As his tanks drew a path across the horde, Henri wondered how the Brothers of the Maw had not yet pulled out of the massacre. While the TodHusars had been half-successful in their attempt to drive the tide back, the tanks excelled at destroying infantry units. Who could oppose a reasonable resistance to a 4 meters-high tank? For the moment, Estienne saw no one: hence he could continue to create a melody of cries and bodies dismembered by his vehicle.

His platoon drove further and pressed the attack. The first ranks of the TodHusars were in sight, and their retreat was going well. Henri looked through the hatch and saw a Husar, covered in blood and slaughtering the Brothers. In his mind, it couldn't be anyone else than Jerec Yularen, the madman of the battle. The berserk wielded a spear and a sword, slashing through the enemy ranks, ignoring the order of retreat he gave.

"Hey, Captain! Climb on!" he shouted. The TodHusars caught his hand, climbed on the tank and sat near the hatch, exhausted and motionless. He took off his helm and breathed heavily. In his eyes, the furia and the bloodlust waned slowly as the officer regained composure. And as he was about to speak, thank Estienne for his help, the helmet buzzed to life.​

"Captain Yularen, this is Major ST-093 of the 459th Regiment, representing the Lieutenant Legion Commander in his temporary absence. Do you think your TodHusars can hold out for just five more minutes? If so, then I can order a heavy assault dropship to land just behind your position under the cover of an artillery barrage. It would have to be a very quick evacuation, likely one lasting under three minutes. Any longer, and the Maw hordes might destroy the exposed dropship. I might be unable to stop a superweapon from destroying this planet, but I refuse to see any more individual units lost to the planet-bound horde."

Henri shrugged, re-entered the hatch and took command of his unit. Through the comlink, he gave his orders.

"Alright soldiers. We have an evac planned over the ridge in three... no, two minutes. To all units, fall back and get to the ridge. Our job is done."
 
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(BFG Division by Mick Gordon Plays)

Darth Xiphos crashed into swarms of enemies with her son, Hadrian.

The Golden Skeleton had sustained some damage so far as had Laertia, whose armor had taken a few significant gashes that there wasn't much time to repair.

Xiphos's injuries were countered by an ancient technique that an incarnation of Syd she had met in a magical flow walk had helped her learn.

(Cutaway of J. Jonah Jameson laughing uncontrollably)

The technique in question was Force-in-Balance. It was taught to ancient Jedi, allowing them to heal their own wounds by inflicting injury on opponents. More of a nuetral than Light aligned power. It was rarely taught to modern Jedi, for obvious reasons...

Xiphos slashed brutally into her opposition, her son, the Prototype to all Model 1's backing her up with the deadly weapons on his chassis. He had siezed a second lightsaber and was growing to like it the more he used it, though he was nowhere near Mother's proficiency with the weapon.

The pair had pushed deeper and deeper into the facility, a body trail behind them that was to take even hardened heartless Maw warriors aback at the sheer savagery of the two. Xiphos knew she had reached part of the engineering section dealing with shields.

Opposition here, however, was very strong, stronger than it had been before. Heavy gunners had taken positions at key points leading to shield generators for the Mercy Station, and they were trying to pin them down, the fire so heavy they were both forced behind cover. Xiphos teleported a grenade from a fallen Maw warrior to one of the emplacements, arming it with her mind.

The blast ripped through the whole section, killing multiple station defenders, and Xiphos got on a salvaged E-web, using it to gun down several approaching Maw Knyghts.

One screaming Maw warrior fired a blue sphere of energy at her.

Xiphos's stomach lurched as she slowed down drastically, her body feeling heavy as she was bathed in a blue tinge, the effects of a sudden gravity swell on her body slowing her down.

Two heavy blasts knocked her backward, shattering pieces of her armor off her lower torso, blasting her backward and injuring her. She struggled to move, but the gravity swell's effects were not going away, forcing Hadrian to take another few shots at the one firing at Xiphos, bent on killing the ones who dared shoot at her.

Xiphos pulled herself up, struggling to breathe, vision blurry, fighting through cracked ribs the Armor was slowly fixing, but it would take time.

More defenders poured in, fighting like demons trying to push them both back as Hadrian pressed forward, taking joy in protecting his Mother.

He grabbed an automatic shotgun off a corpse and began pumping shells into a blaster emplacement firing on him while Xiphos let her ribs and lacerations finish sealing.

Hadrian was smashed backward by an RPG, which destroyed or heavily damaged his left arm's weapon systems. But he kept firing with his still working arm. Xiphos had recovered enough to try something novel.

(Character Theme Song Power Up)

(Theme: "You Know My Name." By Chris Cornell)

Xiphos's helmet parted, revealing the pale beauty beneath. She let the power build, having had it honed by Syd.

The Blue Flames exited her mouth, rushing down the service routes to the generator. The soldiers shooting at the damaged Hadrian screamed as the blue flames reached them, sucking away all warmth from their bodies, the flames rushed through everything, only desperate last second efforts by the Sith that had joined the Sith keeping the deadly flames at Bay, though the air chilled noticeably and became bitingly sharp.

The Sith strode through the flames.

"The Insane Jedi graces Mercy Station." one of the Sith said, activating his Lightsaber. "You have fought your last battle!"

"I'm not crazy..." The Black Knight said quietly. "No. I'm. Not."

The Sith attacked them both. One Force Gripped Hadrian, attempting to crush his chassis, only for him to fire his last shell in his shot gun and force the Sith to drop him. Hadrian used the Multispectral Emitter in his chest to bathe his opponent in deadly, scattered energy rays that cooked his flesh, making him scream in horrible agony as he died. Hadrian was smacked by a heavy piece of debris and slammed into a wall, Leaving Xiphos to contend with the remaining four.

Two tried to flank her while the other two attempted to attack her front, and they battled amidst the flames.

Their strikes were close, fast and vicious, and due to the type of Weapon Xiphos had, she was forced to employ her Form One in a very particular way, using it more like a Katana. The red blades flashed at her and she was forced to spin the ash gray blade in an intercepting pattern, mind working out the travel arcs of their blade, striking at just the right time to interfere with Momentum, the rage of the Sith growing more extreme, using it to fuel their bodies and impart great strength and speed, which Xiphos's armor could barely keep up forcing her to use her telekinesis to dampen their movements, causing two of them to slow when they proved unable to overcome her dampening field but two were strong enough to still fight at full speed which still forced Xiphos on the defensive, now employing surprise Form Two maneuvers to almost dance between the thrust and stabs as she beheaded one with a twirl.

One snarled, trying to Force choke her, but her armor resisted the attempt, and she barely felt her wind pipe tighten as she let loose a dark blue rope of lightning like energy.

It was an extraordinarily powerful variant of Electric Judgement. So powerful she had to struggle to keep it on target, and it missed them entirely, but it bought her breathing room, enough to party the stabs of the two slowed opponents, managing to behead another. Two left.

A barrage of lightning erupted from both of them.

Xiphos twisted the Light in her, a manifested a sphere of fiery green light, the inverse of Force Light.

Instead of damaging, suppressing The Darkness, it drew it into itself, becoming larger, before it rushed at one, still swelling. It was the same power that had caught Rurik Fel by surprise at Serenno.


The ball of light, containing the captured dark power rushed to return it to the closest caster where it exploded against him, flooding his body with the dark power all at once.

Unlike Fel, he didn't have the strength to survive it, and hilariously Instagibbed into chunky salsa.

Xiphos looked at the remaining Sith who came at her with a deadly flurry of Ataru strikes, and Xiphos was caught by surprise when he managed to leave a wide graze on her torso armor due to his sheer speed.

Xiphos brought her blade down on him again and again vertically, trying to disarm and kill him.

But due to the way her blade was made, the synth blade caused it to short out and Xiphos was nearly fatally beheaded, barely catching his wrist, but not enough to stop it from leaving a gash in her helmet. She slammed him into a wall. Then the floor. Then the wall, before a punch from her collapsed his face inward.

Xiphos picked up his blade. Her Vorpal Saber had shorted out, and she didn't have time to fix it. An enemy weapon would do.

She forced her will on the synth, filling it with a twisted light that turned the blade a strange color, a shining core of bronze with a white aura.

"Son?" She called out to Hadrian.

"Right here, Mom..." The Golden Skeleton said, rising up.

"Are you alright, my dear Boy?'" She said, teleporting to him.

"I'll live." Hadrian said, his supply of Nanites making speedy progress with his repairs. Xiphos led the way into the first generator area.

"I'll be sure to run a systems check once we escape." She assured him. "You've fought bravely."

Xiphos looked at the Shield Generators here.

Cold flames erupted from her mouth, willing them to spread, snap freezing delicate systems. The whole area was ablaze from the catwalk they stood on.

Hadrian picked up and intact E-Web gun.

"Should I say something cool?"

"As long as it's cold related."

Hadrian thought a moment.

"Let's kick some Ice..." He trailed, opening fire on frozen generators and starting to shatter them apart, setting off station wide alarms as a part of the Mercy Station's shields failed in a relatively small section that was being fired on.

Joker squadron managed to fall into the gap at last before it closed, and began zipping through swarms of turbolasers, blasting them apart, as they all struggled to reach the closest Tributary laser.

Xiphos told her son to start pushing deeper and they did, firing more and more on delicate equipment, freezing it solid than shattering it...
 
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SPECIALIZED SYSTEMS:
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FLEET VESSELS​
BATTLE DIVISION 1
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Supremacy Star Destroyer | 100% - 100%
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FIELDED STARFIGHTER SQUADS
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TIE Bomber | x8 (96 fighters)
TIE Brutes | x6 (72 fighters)
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TIE/vn Elites | x10 (120 fighters)
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A-9b Prowler | x5 (60 fighters)


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INNER CSILLA SYSTEM > MID CSILLA SYSTEM
Bridge of the
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THE FIRAXA & BATTLE/ESCORT DIVISIONS ONE
Engaging - CETCOM CETCOM (Overseer Pryce)

Captain Mitth'orn'eruod listened intently as the reports from his crew were relayed. Information was updated from across the system, as well as battle data and vessel statuses, all allowing the Chiss Captain to begin formulating a multitude of potential strategies in his mind. Each one was followed through several stages, each branching off into more possibilities and outcomes, before they too were assessed and either followed further or dismissed outright. Tactical planning was where Mitth'orn'eruod excelled and he was an individual capable of truly multitasking with complexity.

From the dark side of Csilla, away from the battle proper, Captain Mitth'orn'eruod began to formulate his next moves. The strafing attacks against the Star Destroyers of the Maw fleet had been successful, as far as was able to determine with the lack of evasive attempt, which meant that the First Fleet would be in a position to move into the sector itself. However, data updates indicated another sizable force that made it's way toward the Allegiant General, specifically on a trajectory that aimed toward his Carrier Division...

Interesting, Mitth'orn'eruod thought to himself, as his red eyes narrowed. Pursuing carriers, which harrow at range, as opposed to front line warships... I suspect that Maw commander missed the opportunity to delay or stop starfighter launch. And now is dedicated to that maneuver.

"Captain, the superweapon has fired again. Numerous casualties and fleet damage scanned."

"Indeed," Mitth'orn'eruod muttered, as he glanced to the Ozyly-esehembo. "Are you recovered?"

"Yes, I am," The young Chiss replied with a nod, as she sat upright in her flight chair. "Ready for navigation, as ordered."

Mitth'orn'eruod nodded in response, as his gaze shifted to see a familiar face not far from the viewports of the bridge. His partner, Brask'ari'sabosen, wasn't far away and was dressed in her medical officer's uniform. An accomplishment to be assigned as a Chief Medical Officer, and very pleasant to know she had been assigned to the 99th Fleet for the occasion. Mitth'orn'eruod nodded to his life partner, his soon-to-be wife, and offered a faint smile; and since they were so well-versed in the mannerisms of the other, he had no doubt she would see the subtle expression with all the affection it conveyed. Others would likely barely notice.

"Sir, we have orders from Allegiant General Gannan," Said the comms officer, as he turned and looked toward the Captain. "We have been instructed to assist Vice Admiral Barkai and Captain Reed against the sixteen Maw Star Destroyers that remain a threat to the First's Carrier Division."

Mitth'orn'eruod narrowed his eyes. If the First Fleet were disengaging from the enemy vessels nearby, that meant...

"Assign us a course to the flank of the enemy fleet, parallel to Captain Reed but facing opposite her heading," Mitth'orn'eruod commanded, as he refocused on the Ozyly-esehembo. "All hands, complete charging emplacements and systems for combat. All ninety-ninth vessels prepare for formation data, and jump coordinates.

"Navigator... engage hyperspace when ready."


The Ozyly-esehembo eased back into the chair and closed her eyes. Her small fingers pressed console buttons, before the Firaxa shifted into a brief moment of mottled space. Through the Third Sight, the young navigator used precognition to avoid the battle of Csilla, before circling the fleet of the 99th around the danger and bursting out of hyperspace on a wide but angled arc. It wasn't exact placement, but it was an excellent display, given the chaos in the sector. And now close to the vessels of the Maw fleet that had moved further out into the Csilla sector, the 99th began to engage.

"Fire all batteries and missiles at the Avenger-class warships, extra power to forward and port shields," Mitth'orn'eruod said as he walked over to observe the battle from the viewport. He didn't need control panels for this, he was able to maintain a mental map of the moving parts in his mind, as data was spoken to him. "Battle Division One, run parallel to our positioning, observe broadside profiles and limit enemy firing potential. Remain within maneuvering range to support one another with shielding relief, if required. Escort Flotilla, bridge the space between the flanks of the rear-most ninety-ninth vessels. Launch all starfighters, have them begin bombing and fighter formation interception runs."

With calmness, Mitth'orn'eruod watched as the battle began, and his fleet came up behind the enemy opposite his fellow commanders who attacked from the other side - a pincer - as the First Order began to fire massive amounts of laser and solid mass at the enemy...

I cannot focus on the state of Csilla right now. I need to do my part, remove the threat first.

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First Order: Charlotte Reed | Karisa | Rahmmon Barkai | Roudac Gannan Roudac Gannan
Allies: Teica Giraan Teica Giraan | Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva | Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock | Defenders
Enemies: Brotherhood of the Maw | CETCOM CETCOM | Attackers

Engaging: CETCOM CETCOM (Overseer Pryce)​

 
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Location: On board of the Pride of Anaxes, orbit of Csilla
Task Force 58 compostion: X101 Pride of Anaxes (flagship); X102 Audacious; X103 Courageous; CV-1 Foudroyant
Objective 4: Stop the ennemy fleet with the help of the Noga (Pride of Aanxes and Audacious) | Support allied ground forces (Foudroyant and Courageous)
Allies: CIS, Eternal Empire, First Order, Galactic Aliiance:Jedi Order, New Imperial Order, Chiss Ascendency and Independents.
Ennemies: Brotherhood of the Maw, Kainate, Sith Eternal, Warlords of the Sith and Independents.
Post theme: N/A
Tag: Teica Giraan Teica Giraan | Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva | Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana | Erika Richthofen Erika Richthofen | LtCdr Mannerheim | LtCdr Halsey
Legend: Comm out, comm in, crew, ship's intercom

"Sir, incoming message from Commodore Orcana!"

"Let me hear that."

"This is Commodore Gallius Orcana speaking. I have an opportunity to strike down the Fatalis and open the long-awaited breach in their defence sphere. However, the dreadnought has managed to hide in a shield of debris. I need help to destroy it or overcome it before the Fatalis can pull out of the battlefield. I understand, Allegiant General, that you have a line of sight on the Fatalis? If you can open fire upon it and target its tractor beams, it would be appreciated. Captain Herlock, I am going to need your Task Force to strengthen my Fleet. Please join the bulk of the Azure Hammer as quickly as possible. Commodore Oliva, I'd like your help on that matter too. Are your ships available ?"

"Commodore Orcana, this is Captain Herlock speaking. I'm calling back my ships and w'ell give you a hand. For your information, The escort frigates Pride of Anaxes and Audacious took heavy damages while engaging a destroyer but are still combat capable. Herlock out."

"Open a link to the task force ships' commanders."

"Aye sir!"

"This is Captain Herlock speaking. Our task force received the order to reinforce Commodore Orcana's fleet. Commander Richthofen, you are to retrieve all your fighters. Lieutenant Commander Halsey will escort you to our rendez-vous point. Lieutenant Commander Mannerheim, you stay with me. Herlock out."
 
Commanding Officer of AIV Maréchal Davout
Location: On board of the CV-1 Foudroyant, orbit of Csilla
Carrier status: Operationnal (4 squadrons launched, 1 squadron of atmospheric bombers in reserve)
Objective 4: Support Commodore Orcana's fleet
Allies: CIS, Eternal Empire, First Order, Galactic Aliiance:Jedi Order, New Imperial Order, Chiss Ascendency and Independents.
Ennemies: Brotherhood of the Maw, Kainate, Sith Eternal, Warlords of the Sith and Independents.
Post theme: N/A
Tag: Teica Giraan Teica Giraan | Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva | Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana | Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock | Jack Daniel Jack Daniel | LtCdr Halsey | LtCdr Mannerheim
Legend: Comm out, comm in, crew, ship's intercom


"Ma'am, incoming transmission from the Pride of Anaxes."

"Put it through."

"This is Captain Herlock speaking. Our task force received the order to reinforce Commodore Orcana's fleet. Commander Richthofen, you are to retrieve all your fighters. Lieutenant Commander Halsey will escort you to our rendez-vous point. Lieutenant Commander Mannerheim, you stay with me. Herlock out."

"Captain Herlock, this is Commander Richthofen. We will soon begin the landing sequence for our fighters and bombers and join you at the rendez-vous point along with Lieutenant Commander Halsey. Richthofen out."

"Contact all our squadron leaders and tell them to get back to the Foudroyant."

"Yes Ma'am!"

"To all squadron leaders, this is Foudroyant. You are to get back to the ship, we received new deployement orders. Foudroyant, over."
 
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Location: Mercy Defensive Screen
Commanding: Fatalis-class Star Dreadnought
Allies: Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick , Talon Kyber, CETCOM CETCOM , Derix Tirall, Kuric Taumin, Subject 54 Havoc, Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis
Foes: Teica Giraan Teica Giraan , Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock , Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva , Ryv, Thale, Roudac Gannan Roudac Gannan , Natasi Fortan, Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana , Adhira Chandra, Auteme, Rahmmon Barkai, Olen Halcorr, Charlotte Reed, Korynn Sol-Syna, Liedran Kathause



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At first, the Taskmaster's strategy seemed to be working flawlessly. With two of Orcana's ships retreating under a hail of Crucifix I fire, what he had left in his arsenal was insufficient to breach the debris shield unless he fully engaged at close range, putting his battle group at even further risk. As long as he was not reinforced, at least; fortunately, the main First Order battle group was still tied up battling Sularen's CETCOM CETCOM , and the Ebruchi doubted that they would be able to answer the NIO's call. With the Alliance One still locked in the midst of the uncertain boarding action and the corvette line's survivors retreating from the system, swift help from the GA was also unlikely.

Unless Rogue Squadron came in, of course, but their attacks seemed to have dropped off once the Fatalis pulled back.

The apparent success of the debris "armor" strategy did not leave Tu'teggacha with any breathing room, however. The momentary distraction that had been required to aid Darth Solipsis had diverted his focus, and even though directing the tractor beam had taken less than a minute, the diversion had taken its toll. Without the Taskmaster's full mental power to guide them, some of the Heathen Priests had allowed their assigned debris to drift slightly out of position, creating a chain reaction of disruption. The strain of recalculating the correct positions and linking the Priests' minds to recreate the pattern was immense. Tu'teggacha's bulbous skull felt as though it might explode.

As a result, he was in no position to recall the wayward Crimson Offering and Severing Blade, which had been overcome with battle lust; they were chasing down the retreating NIV Revanchist, pulling them out of position to support the Fatalis. With any luck, the two star destroyers would at least be able to destroy the enemy vessel, preventing it from returning to the battle. For now, however, the Fatalis had only one of its escorts left at its side. The Sanguine Cruor, allowing the NIV Conqueror to fall back without pursuing, instead directed all of its batteries and missile tubes against the NIV Proudheart in the hopes of disabling the enemy flagship's last remaining support vessel.

Through the haze that had descended over his vision, a product of blood vessels bursting under the mental strain of prolonged Force use, Tu'teggacha saw that Orcana was not backing down. He clearly meant to destroy the Fatalis and use the flagship-sized opening to launch a deathblow against the Mercy, already damaged where other sectors of the defensive screen had collapsed or been bypassed. The remaining NIO vessels approached in a hemispherical pattern, trying to find - or open - chinks in the armor of shipwrecks. Bombers streaked in, their sonic weapons tearing through drifting durasteel. Half a dozen Heathen Priests passed out under the stress, and armor drifted.

For a moment, Tu'teggacha considered the possibility of ramming the engines to full, trying to escape the battle and enter hyperspace with the flagship intact. It wasn't just that the Fatalis represented their most powerful vessel, one they would need for the coming campaign against the Chiss colonies; it was also that the Dark Voice, prophet of the Final Dawn, was now moving aboard. His loss would be even more devastating. But if the Fatalis fell back now and the Mercy was destroyed, denied a chance to deliver the Maw's greatest victory yet, that was an incalculable loss for the Brotherhood. The Taskmaster could not retreat, not in their moment of triumph. It was do or die.

Just then, when all seemed doomed to end in a fiery final stand, a ray of dark hope broke upon the battle. Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick 's battlegroup moved into position, reinforcing the defensive screen where the Fatalis and its escorts had begun to buckle, and suddenly the odds shifted; Orcana was outnumbered now. It gave them a chance to turn this around, to save the Brotherhood flagship and protect the Mercy for the last few moments of battle... until it fired, or until it fell. Tu'teggacha still struggled, his vision growing dark, as the armor around the Fatalis twisted and drifted. There was still some protection, perhaps enough to survive a little longer...

He would keep it up as long as he could. His vessel had gone from sword to shield.


Fatalis, a Fatalis-class Star DreadnoughtHolding the defensive screen, armored with debris
Poisoned Veins, a Crucifix I-class DestroyerDestroyed
Crimson Offering, a Crucifix I-class DestroyerPursuing the NIV Revanchist
Severing Blade, a Crucifix I-class DestroyerPursuing the NIV Revanchist
Sanguine Cruor, a Crucifix I-class DestroyerHolding the defensive screen, firing on the NIV Proudheart
 
E T E R N A L - E M P R E S S
Moderator
Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group
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Location: On aboard the superweapon.
Objective 3.: Duel of the Fates | Stop the superweapon
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | Kiss of the Red Witch | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland
Writing with: N/A
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The grenades were already with her, and then a good few minutes later she arrived at the place she had previously planned. Here she was no longer an obstacle to making her way to the reactor with a weapon. If they find grenades, well… maybe they are less likely to think of a trap placed in a computer system. Along the way, Ingrid even set one of the thermal grenades to a ten-minute timing.

When she got to the reactors, she quickly placed the grenade ring in a more hidden, less visible place. Maybe it's a success. She did what she could do alone all this time. Especially in an unknown terrain with unknown configurations. One last click as she activated her grenade countdown. Then history will decide whether she was successful or not.

However, leaving will be faster than coming here and easier. She stepped back two as she focused on the Force, then by her nature slid easily into the Netherworld. There were benefits to being part of the Netherworld. However, she still wanted to see a possible end result, so she appeared aboard the Crimson Empress in Realspace. Here Ingrid went to the bridge to watch the endgame from here.

As for its success, or fall, history will decide…


//Last post.//
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Through the wall they went, a wave of fury and obsidian armor following them.

“Really?” Yula groaned, almost mimicking the sound of the durasteel frame Dagon had heaved off of himself. “You don’t think he’s into me?” She kicked away the tangle of wires that had zapped her, now devoid of any juice. Her muscles still ached terribly from seizing, but there wasn’t much time to wallow in pain.

The pair rushed to their feet in time for the Ren to pass through the abrupt opening he had made in the corridor wall. It wasn’t until Dagon ignited his lightsaber and shouted to her, did Yula realize where they’d landed. The fringes of the reactor, their target. No small part of Yula was surprised that they had actually made it this far.

“On it!” She was off like a shot, leaving Dagon to handle the predatory Ren. Any urge to help him was trumped by her role in their mission, discussed before she’d even agreed to take the job.

Leaping over a side beam, Yula suddenly slowed to a pause as a measure of awe tugging her mouth open. You hear about these superweapons in the news, who’s building what and who’s tested whatever in some desert. But this was the first time she’d been aboard one, much less in the very reactor that could generate enough energy to obliterate a planet. Every bit of it, from the sleek paneling of the floor to the scaffolding that ringed above the central core, was equal parts magnificent and appalling.

From an engineering perspective, it was almost like being on hallowed ground.

The sizzling clash of Dagon’s lightsaber jarred her back into action. Unaware of the grenade set by Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim , Yula raced up the stairs of the mezzanine in search of any exposed mechanics she could get her hands on. She stopped upon reaching a control panel and wasted no time in pressing both hands to the touchpad and fed the force into the machinery around her. The dark side was strong here, and it fought back the further she seeped her way into the controls, burning the pads of her fingers with the crackling heat of electrical energy.

“C’mon…” She muttered through gritted teeth, grinding them back and forth as her fingers curled against the controls. The technopath had wrestled her way past security and encryption before, but the added interference of the dark side was a wildcard she should have anticipated. “Come on….!” There had to be a kill switch somewhere on this thing.

And if there wasn’t, she would make one.
 
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POST VII
GALIDRAANI FREE-STATE
BLUE-HEART BRIGADE


OBJECTIVE 1: HELL FROZEN OVER

COMMONWEALTH FORCES:
Enedina Tal Enedina Tal Konrad Bolter Konrad Bolter Major Bennett Hall
Tyrell Lockhart Tyrell Lockhart Alais Kaun

ALLIES: Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar Tyrell Paxxus Tyrell Paxxus Halketh Halketh Julian Qar Julian Qar
FN-999 Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock

Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe Liza Liza Korum Krov Korum Krov
Himm'vaun'merek Himm'vaun'merek Kaleleon Kaleleon Ziroka Ziroka

ENEMIES: Kascalion Giedfield Kascalion Giedfield Lirka Ka Lirka Ka Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren The Mongrel The Mongrel
Maestus Maestus Khaostra Devoid Khaostra Devoid Chimera Chimera UX-0626 UX-0626

CALLSIGN: BLUE-HEART ALPHA

Erskine's Loadout

Primary:
Custom Blaster-Pistol (Right-hip Holster - left-or-right hand draw)
Secondary: Basket-Hilted Vibrosword Claymore (Left-hip Sheathe - right hand wielding)
Last Ditch/Second-Blade: Fairbairn Vibroknife (Right-hip Sheathe - right-or-left hand wielding)
Pocket-Weapons: Gifted Brass-Knuckles from the Guv'Nah (Both Trouser-Pockets - akimbo wielding)

Blue-Heart Brigade (Mechanized/Artillery/Infantry)

201 Repulsorlift Tanks
5 AT-ATs
12 AFVs
5 MLVs
1 Coy. Riflemen
3 Plat. Combat Engineers

1 Coy. Field-Medics

Support: Tal's Fighting-First Brigade (Mechanized/Artillery/Infantry)

220 Cataphract Tanks
20 AFVs
5 MLVs
5 Predator Launch-Platforms
1 Coy. Elite Guardsmen
1 Coy. Elite Engineers


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The Stormchaser VII

The break for the fall-back trenchline was quite possibly their wildest on the Saga's ascent, but the entire Fighting-First were well-placed for what Erskine needed them to do for the last stretch to command-bunker. With both Deaney and Johnstone warbling like old women, Barran and all the others knew what (and who) they were breaking through as part of the main formation's right flank; much to their collective relief and amazement however, the sight of much larger, much louder tanks firing every turret downhill past them, engaging in something of a tank-sandwiching maneuvre without any prior prompting. The mad dash downhill had already begun for the mountain's defenders, so the coincidence of seeing friendly mechanised units getting a head-start on them definitely had them thinking it had plenty to do with the looped warning-message on the local channels.
The Dunwall Irregulars better hop on those tanks at the bottom, not so sure tired legs can get them out of the blast radius in time.

'THIS - IS - INCREDIBLE!!!! TEAM SAGA, YABAS!!! WE'LL BE AT THE FALL-BACK TRENCH BEFORE YE KNOW IT!!!'

With all the live ordnance, crushing-pressure and friendly vehicles of almost every known variety, Deaney was loving every second of what he was witnessing in that moment; dropping to third gear as he saw the affray in the fall-back trench ahead, then making a final rightward-swerve to draw close enough to drop the passengers fewer than twenty metres away from the trenchline that led to the blind warlord's temporary command-bunker. Everyone knew what Erskine's crewmen would be doing as soon as the warriors on board alighted from the Sloane-door, so they had no problems leaving Murdoch & Co. to link up with Pencin at the top of the mountain's south face, all the happier to be left to their own violent, bloody devices.

'Murdo! Red an' amber lights!'

The friendly northbound tanks would race by them as Deaney dropped down to gear-two, fearsomely large machines in comparison to the trim, streamlined Cataphracts they swerved around; dwarfing the modernistic smoothbores on their speeding descent downhill, Erskine's second sighting of the Anaxes insignia had him wondering exactly how many contingents were involved in that small segment of the planet's main theatre-of-war, but Barran quickly chased it from his mind to focus on the task at hand. The Saga then started dropping down to it's first gear, only intending to drop slightly into the slowing process before pushing to increase speed again, letting Qar slide the Sloane-door open with a loud scrape and letting it clunk into open-lock as Lockhart and Kaun readied for exit first.

'Green lights! GO - GO - GO!!!'

First it was Lockhart and Kaun, next it was Barran, then it was Julian to leave last, letting Murdoch close the Sloane-door behind them and allow the Saga to continue on without their heavy-hitting passengers for a while. Despite being the last in alighting from the Stormchaser's ACV, Julian would be quick in overtaking the others in his rampaging attempt to link back up with Lord Halketh, eager to slash, stab and rip at whomever (or whatever) his scalpel or free cybernetic right-arm set their wills against. The fight would get particularly wild from the moment the Corpsman-Surgeon dropped down into the fall-back trench, but both Kaun and Lockhart would be quick in landing feet in the slushy mud to join the bloody festivities, ripping, stabbing and tearing at enemies of their own by the time Erskine politely climbed down on one of the makeshift rope-ladders.

Making it easier for his legs in his later-career years, the Brigadier-General knew the limits of his athleticism could only permit so much of him, and chose to keep his muscles as fresh as possible for the possible fight to find Lady Enedina Tal, drawing the basket-hilted claymore only when ready and with feet firmly on the muddy ground below. It wouldn't be long before stragglers began to target the Woad personally, rounding on a foe they believed to have been isolated entirely by accident, easy pickings to make their impossible task all the easier, but none would know the true error of their decisions until it was much too late for the marauders and Moon Children who began approaching, clueless as to how skilled the old man was with the sword he was making a show of drawing slowly.

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I've been waiting for this, ye blessed Mawites.... None o' that,"Second thoughts", caper wae you lot, is there? Absolute class, man!

'Well don't hang about, freaks! I haven't got all day! CLOCK'S TICKING!!!'
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The Stormchaser VIII

Standing in a mixture of mud, slush and blood, and covered in much of the same; all of which was making for an easier surface for the heavy snowfall to find settling purchase on, making for quite the fearsome sight for the Carlaci Corpsmen (along with the remaining Stormtroopers, Anaxsi and Hartanians who defended the summit) who stood guard over the well-defended bunker at the far end of the trenchline the four warriors had, only just moments before, tore a bloody path through. The only identifiable features to discern friend from foe were the basket-hilted Vibrosword in his right hand, and the blaster-pistol in his left, and Barran's voice as he said,'Pistol made my work a wee bit easier near the end, but enough o' that.... Tell Lord Halketh we need every possible Carbonite blaster-cartridge you've got - and we need it at the earliest possible opportunity. Go!'

<"Pencin to Blue-Heart Alpha! The Fighting First have turned around to face the northern slope, refuelling and re-arming now. What's our loadout this time?">

'Same as usual, but replace the High-Explosive shells with Carbonite shells instead. Armour-Piercing ammunition will be needed for later, so get on it now before we run out o' time! Stock up as much as you can, BRV One! Blue-Heart Alpha out!'

Stepping away from the bunker's entrance to find his equally-mucky group of heavy-hitters, Lord Erskine would try his hardest to wring the dirt from his coat, trousers and gloves as he wandered the sea of wails, despair and death with little consideration on whether the dead and dying were friend or foe. The Stormchaser would quickly give up on this idea as he climbed up to find the artillery positions, and hopefully, his trusty ACV; a thought that saved him quite a lot of time, as Barran could see the Saga before long, and eventually saw the outlines of Lockhart and Kaun doing their best to clear the trench-muck of death away from the fabric of their clothes or equipment as Lord Erskine had been. However, when the Brigadier-General saw who was walking around from the back of the ACV, he quickened his pace on approach and shouted,'NINES!!!! We need to talk - Enedina Tal is M.I.A, so the Free-State remains until this Search-and-Rescue is endeavoured!'

Whether Nines would agree or not would be sidelined by the active movement behind him, as all the Saga's crewmen stepped out the Sloane-door to hear what he was saying, but the mumbling in the distance was easy enough to discern that Alais and Tyrell were informing their new acquaintances of his intention to remain on Csilla for one last daring rescue-attempt, making his previously-verbalised urge (saying downhill that he wished to go on one last hunt for the road) known to all by the time the Stormchaser could see the whites of their eyes. First to step from the pack were Murdoch and Deaney, resting their arms on the sights of their shoulder-slung-rifles as the former exclaimed,'He knows, Milord! We don't know if Qar's coming back t'join us, but we heard an APB being sent up the line on the Carlaci channels, so we're just waiting on word like you are.... So what's the big plan then?'

'Simple, we use every resource available to freeze the ground under our hidden opponent's feet, making an unbreakable frozen chunk of what might as well be iron by the time we make it so. You know I'm stocking up on Carbonite, you know I'm snatching up the best possible team of heavy-hitters, but what you don't know is that I intend for all of you to keep all your own aces up your sleeve until the right moment! We try every last trick in the book to save Enedina's life! Our enemy's hidden positions, and the current whereabouts of the Lord-Protector's daughter, are one and the same! You heard me right - so we're not going to behave like warriors today, folks! Oh, no! Not what I'm after.... I need something much quieter, much sneakier than that! I - NEED - HUNTSMEN!!!!' COLD-BLOODED, SILENT-FOOTED HUNTSMEN!!!!'
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The Kellas IV

<"Baird to Blue-Heart Bravo! In case you haven't noticed, this little bout we're watching appears to have stopped the ridgetop defenders in their preparations, they appear to be just as enthralled by this fight as we are.">

'Seen, Guardian One! He appears to be losing though, shame.... I kinda hoped he would win so I could face 'im uninterrupted, but even if he won in this state, it would be too easy - too unclean. Patch through to our AMVs, get them standing by for further orders. As soon as he drops, ah'm gawn in t'parley wae this,"Mongrel", fella. Oor Lord-Commander may have been onto something wae those intel-gathering parameters, so ah've got the white handkerchief at the ready - just in case. Blue-Heart Bravo out!'

All the remaining Blue-Heart vehicles had gone on a divert course around the duelling distraction, but under the expressed command not to double back and make an ill-advised attempt to cut off their enemies' collective retreat; the mechanised brigade would continue on to an altogether more-important position, facing north, poised to assist Konrad Bolter as soon as Aron Gowrie had successfully gotten the Mongrel onto one of the AMVs that stayed behind for further orders. ACV Two would catch up eventually, knowing the Tuath's command-vehicle, the AFVs and the repurposed-APCs alike were lighter than the Goliaths who'd gotten an early, slow-moving head-start on them, knowing it would still be easy for their tank-tracks or chained-tyres to achieve in the snow, even with the time to placate the ridgetop-marauders taken into consideration.
Oh, we won't be long, Konrad.... It's Erskine who'll be late to Tavlar's battle with Giedfield, an' all because o' that thermal-flash guy!

'Gowrie to Blue-Heart Alpha! If yer still gawn efter that gadgie who avalanched us, ah recommend that yer infantry units eat snow. Suhin's tellin' me there's more t'this opponent than meets the eye, someone a little more patient with their powers.... An' they may be able to wield fire-magic, perhaps in ways that haven't been faced by our lot yet. We knew Enlil can wield fire in certain ways, but it would appear this avalanching pyromaniac can get somewhat more creative with their talents. If you thought the Amalgam was tough, something tells me you're gawnty have a much bigger challenge on your hands wae this wan, Milord. Advising peak caution from here on in.'

<"Copy that, Major! Also loading up on Carbonite now, got plans for this one - never straying far from the forefront of my thoughts, rest assured. Something's tellin' me this particular Force-User may be the reason behind our Lady-Successor's disappearance. More Sit-Reps to follow on that matter soon though, proceed as normal on your end. Stay safe, an' stay smart - Blue-Heart Alpha out!">


 
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