Dominion Infest The Rats' Nest | Dominion of Ithor | NIO

[Tavius Muuaji]

IMPERIAL DRUG CABAL
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
NARROW_ROADS

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The group was in the midst of determining what would be the best form of transportation and medium. Well, it was mostly him and Tambor. There was a look leveled to the Geonosian, and this time he couldn't resist furrowing his brothers as he wondered what the alien was even saying. Unbeknownst to him though, it hadn't contributed anyway save to talk about the reaches that the spice was going to make.

There was a suppressed sigh and he reached a hand up to scratch at the back of his head in thought.

"My final suggestion... A glitterstim base, transported via your... Slabin and combined at a later point with a lesser spice, such as pickled rankweed - capable of being smoked." He himself was an avid user of the latter, and this conversation they were having was opening his mind to further ideas of creating his own variants of it. "It should also lessen the more negative effects of glitterstim addiction." Those being loss of eyesight and nervousness. The twitching and paranoia was just a thing users would have to deal with - or make an effort to avoid prior to their high.

Gat Tambor Djorn Bline Strappa The Thicka

 

[Kascalion Giedfield]

Ithor
Hallowed Grave
Sith Fighters - 192 - First Wave of 48 Taking Losses - Second Wave of 96 Released | Support Ships - 144 - 72 in the Second Wave| Attending Corvettes - 12 - Under Assault - Two Traveling with Support Ships | Illusionary Ships - Unknown Number - Engaging the Enemy
Armor | Lightsaber | Body
IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY
Damocles | Darth Interitus | Chasianna | Artem Strag | Trajan Fett | Zrotâl Freeman

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Defenses went as expected during the initial moments leading up to the Second Wave's release, which came without the fanfare of the First and with more haste and set purpose. While those of the First had been whittled down to only two remaining squadrons - their communications channels filled with manic screams of unscripted violence - those of the Second managed to engage the Imperials with a fierce yet quiet zealotry. Knowing that they were the shield that would shore up the bulwark of the Hallowed Grave and deal these mongrels a pain they would not forget soon enough.

"Pick your shots, Jetos," Jetos-leader - Legor Karn Opak - sounded out as his ship soared like a wingless bird of meat and earth, his Kaleesh voice crackling across the linked channels with thunderous reverb. "Use the corvettes to your advantage. Avoid engaging more than two at a time. Wave One was the suicide squad. We are their avengers. Understood?"

"Understood, Legor Karn," the rest of Jetos Squadron responded in naught but a stone whisper before an ocean of red and green lit up the Galaxy.

As the newly minted starships of the foulest alchemy engaged with the traditional TIEs of the Imperials, orbs of charred remains and crumpled metal roared within the increasingly debris laden void, scraping against the stone plating of the primary Sith carrier before shooting off into an endless traverse of abyssal fate. And for each felled, left floating in abandonment, the Autarch sat and seethed in the whirling energies granted him. The emotions of anger and hatred and fear and death enveloping his diabolic soul like a thorned blanket. It was...intoxicating almost. A sensation he had not truly felt in what he could only deem decades, but he was not sure if it was longer or shorter than that.

Meanwhile, ten of the twelve corvettes finalized their maneuvers into position to act as the wall between the flagship and the Imperial fleet, with two serving the same roll for the support vessels sent on a direct path towards the closest Ithorian Herd Ships. Those aboard knew that the chances of them surviving their assault were dependent on the beasts of the Second and Third Waves cleaning up enough of the Imperial fleet. This was alongside the murderous intent of the flagship itself which awaited the necessary chances to unleash the Hell Projectors set on each segment that currently lay stagnant.

"What purpose was given to us by the Autarch Giedfield?" Lord Gemivo asked those aboard the blade-shaped ship headed towards the helpless Ithorians. A series of blasts shook the space around them, a sign that the corvettes were at least protecting the vessels in some capacity.

The Sith warriors - Dread Knights of tempered rage - readied themselves in anticipation and looked to the one who had set himself as leader of this unit. "To subjugate. To maim. To claim our place in this Galaxy through unlimited power and unbreakable will," a Mirialan growled.

"And what shall we present the Ithorians within their metallic coffins?" the young man asked as his right hand fiddled with the pommel of his newly obtained lightsaber.

"Death, the gift only the unworthy and the weak receive," a Zabrak spoke knowingly.

Another spoke up from their shadowed corner, "For those of us that do not grant this gift, leave them to their fate for they are no better than the sickly cowards we put down this day."

A violent crashing sound and a shuddering of the ship signified their arrival at one of the Herd Ships, something confirmed by the pilot who announced the impending opening of the docking hatches. Gemivo beat his chest once and stood at the foot of the closed sliding doors, cracking his neck as the rage clawed at his inner being, begging to be released. "Remember now what the Autarch said the day we all came into being: we are forged by fire and to have the untested fall shall be a sign of our strength. We service our passions, our inner demons, and we shall see victory by day's end as compensation for the inevitability of pain."

The doors began hissing and clunking, opening with a painful slowness that drove the Sith into a building frenzy of growls and gnashing teeth. A human standing besides Gemivo turned to her comrades and began reciting the Code, prompting the others to do so as well. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory."

The doors slid open to a tidal wave of responding blaster bolts effortlessly deflected by the quickly advancing Sith. Gemivo would finish the Code with an emphatic roar as he sliced a retreating Ithorian in twain, the sizzle of flesh and screams of the dying accompanying these monsters of the Dark, "Through victory, my chains are broken!"

​

"Lord Autarch! Mandalorian forces approach," Lenu reported sternly, arms tucked behind his back.

The Autarch's only nodded at the information and leaned back in his throne, staring at the destruction pinging on the map display and zooming by the transparisteel viewport. "Mandalorians. A promising exercise. How many?"

"It would appear to be five, Lord. Riding Basilisks. Headed directly for our defensive lines."

The Autarch would only let a moment pass before rising to his feet, waving his armored hand once to stop those looking upon him from bowing on instinct. Silently, he used the Force to retrieve his lightsaber from the table next to his throne and hooked it to his belt before moving towards the turbolift on the side of the chamber.

"My Lord? Where do you go?" Lenu asked, practically jogging after the titan as he took wide steps before stopping in front of the lift.

The doors would open with a hiss, allowing the titanic Sith to step inside, "To battle, Lenu. Contact Interitus. He is to command the vessel in accordance to my previous directions. Ensure the Hell Projectors are set to fire when needed...and that those on the ground and in the Herd Ships are reminded of our inevitable departure. Let not the slaughter infect their judgement yet."

Lenu's response to the Autarch was cut short by the doors sliding shut.

 

[Djorn Bline]

S N A K E
71st CF-RECONAISSANCE GROUP "GHOST VIPERS"
COBRA SQUAD
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
C O C A I N E

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“As long as the end product provides an euphoric experience to the consumer and makes them want to crawl back to it, giving their every credit to it, that’s all we need,” that all COMPNOR needed. Gat and the powerful Strappa would see a delight flow of their business operations skyrocketing, empowering the prison industrial complex and Gat seeing a health return of interest ratio.

So far in this Galaxy there was many things to be certain of.

Death.

Taxes.

And people having a gluttony of ingesting spice and drugs into their system, forgetting their responsibilities and stress with something that would relieve temporarily relieve them.

“Several spices I can think of is; Gree Spice, Neutron Pixie, Nyriaan Spice, and Giggledust. We can take samples of these narcotics and understand their properties, what makes them to be wanted. Use that research and create our own spice.” Pretty simple, then again he didn’t know much on this industry.

“We’ll probably need a cartel to front this, gives us more plausible deniability. Use them as a tool, not an equal partner in this.”

And with that they’d reach the full potential of this operation, and let it be self sustaining. All they really needed to do was cook the spice and distribute it, as far as labor went.

“Happen to have old contacts, Muuaji? Gentlemen?”

Tavius Muuaji | Gat Tambor | Strappa The Thicka​

 

[Trajan Fett]

S U P E R C O M M A N D O
THE OATHSWORN
SONS OF MANDALORE
IMMOLATE | HEADHUNT
S N I P E R _ A T _ T H E _ G A T E S _ O F _ H E A V E N
Kascalion Giedfield

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The Devil took the bait and soon enough, the true hunt would take place. With the Basilisks breaching through the aura of deflector shields shrouding the Hallowed Grave and now the shrieking metal monsters of the Mandalorian Supercommandos pounced unto the hull of the ship, letting the tank ripper autocannons in the 'mouth' of the Basilisk's fire their full fury against the compounded surface of the vessel as the gargantuan metallic claws bit into the metallic surface.

<"Make death on these Sith dogs! To the aft! Shred the ion drives! No quarter and no escape to these parasites! Volker! On me!"> Trajan yelled out in command, pointing to his younger kin and another Supercommando atop their war mounts as they shot repulsorlifts to rear themselves to the aft of the vessel, bearing down unto the ship's engine's with the full panoply of war at he disposal of the metal monsters.

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

IMPERIAL DRUG CABAL
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
NARROW_ROADS

The spices that Djorn Bline referred were excellent choices he had to admit, lesser known ones that had the chance of coasting under the radar.

Tavius raised a hand to scratch at the back of his head when the COMPNOR Agent referred to him again with a question about contacts. "Uh, some." His mind wandering to his encounter with the half-zeltron Yula Perl on Terminus, but other than her, his former contacts were either wanting to kill him, or wanted nothing to do with him.

"I could ship out to Coruscant - rock the foundations in the Underworld again." There was an idea of returning as his former skin as a member of the Shattered Skulls, or he could return under the guise of a new gang. Leaning towards the latter, it definitely fit to trick his past addict and gangster fiends that there was a new gang in town with him as their face.

Gat Tambor Strappa The Thicka

 

[Wilhuff Krieg]

G R A ' T U A _ C U U N
GRA'TUA CUUN | VENGEANCE-CLASS MANDALORIAN DREADNOUGHT
SONS OF MANDALORE
IMMOLATE | OUR VENGEANCE

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The Sith dared a resurgence from the ashen earth the New Imperial Order and Sons of Mandalore had buried them beneath. They'd lit a fire over Ithor and when smoke and fire rises, ash descends once more. From their forward outpost and staging area nearest to the Mandalore Sector, Kestus Bralor was at the head of the Sons of Mandalore consolidated battle group 'Cassus Fett' and in a furious entrance to the Ithor system.

The tip of the spear, Gra'tua Cuun. 'Our Vengeance' as it so endearingly translated to Galactic Basic. Wielding the 'beskads of the gods' the crusader dreadnought would make its debut of unbroken might and heavy metal unto the Dread Ascendancy.

<"Shipmaster!"> One of the Mandalorian helmsman beckoned to the Lord Protector, the de-facto if only loose in role leader to the Sons of Mandalore. A trusted elder of this wayward band of the Resol'nare, one lacking of the inflated pride or ego that so often congealed in the hearts of the strongest Mandalorians.

<"Several ships...several dozen ships. It seems a wave is moving to envelop these Imperials. There are many weak points in their lands? The fleet is at your beck and call. How do we proceed?"> He iterated, waving his hand along the holomap at the center of the command bridge to iterate the situation.

<"The Gra'tua Cuun advances to the head of our formation, the tip of the spear. Prepare to slam. It's command ship, the twisting deformation here. Prepare to ram. Sever the head from the snake and the Sith will run, there's no Sith Imperial vessels here, not in any complete formation. Make it too costly to stay and they will leave. Onward."> Kestus states with a 'word of command' to conclude the order to which the helmsman pounded his fist in acknowledgement, orders in Mando'a being barked across the bridge as the Sons of Mandalore began to drive the Dread Fleet back from Ithor, toss them into the blackened void they emerged from.

 

[Hotavri]

Devastation_Harbringer_Protocol
Damned_Mouse
Allies: Berik, Meko Sorrin, Hayek, Gedeon Rath, Ravraa Vyshraal,​

When deployed on planed Hovari and her soldiers became hunters. After some time she saw battlefield, then she saw enemy armored vehicle about 100 yards from her walker,​

| 10 degres left, 3 point 2 degree up |
Her Co-pilot executed order, now enemy was in range of their cannons.
| Fire! |​

"Enemy Blown up", she heard from her underling, then she gave order to accelerate to full speed. Walker started to move trough battlefield, and after a while she saw Infantry squad, she used commlink to communicate them
/\ Infantry Squad on coordinates 461-32-98(Ravraa Vyshraal) do you need assistance? \/
She awaited answer meanwhile rip and tear enemies with her AT-AT armament, she and her batalion were taking care of coming armored units while coming closer to allied troops. Aim, Fire, Reload, Repeat. She was non stop following this sequence in mind repeating every step, then another tought took her mind, is some member of her family participating in this battle? Answer was probably yes but she knew this is nt time for this and returned to battle.​

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[Cartr Arkhis]

Thats_Too_Slow

When Arkhas was with his Underlings shoting at Enemy Starfighters he saw Hostile Fleet to form formation with obvious target: counterattack, He ordered to prepare for defense, when his scanners informed about second wave of fighters leaving Hangars, the targets were newer models of fighters but also their pilots were not Rockies unlike first wave these were Pilots after regular and good Training that always follow rules, codes, and orders, In other words Perfect to test his abilities of foreseeing enemy movement from their previous actions.

After five minutes he saw squad of Interceptors heading for his Wing, typical strategy for Interceptors of Sith is to strike heart of enemy formation: other interceptors and then take care of rest of formation, after few seconds he found great way to destroy hopes of this pilots for success of this strategy.
<Prepare Flares>
This Fast action will for sure make this Pilots overthink...

When Interceptors entered Effective range all of 303 Fighters fired Flares, typically used to mark target for bombers, in theory are useless in fighter combat, in practice of course Cartr Knew they can pretty easily make Pilots in space that are not prepared for this Blind for few whiles, He closed eyes, counted to 10, opened them and started firing at Interceptors that obviously did not know from where and to where he shots. After less than 90 seconds all Interceptors were in ashes.
<Black Wing, we are going back to Hangar>

 

[Darth Interitus]

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Interitus kept his focus on the dark energies, much of his time on Exogol had been put to good use in this battle. All the years of studying ancient sith manuscripts and tomes had led to this moment. Now he had the dark side energies of the Dread Lord's command ship flowing through him, and watching through the screens it seemed things had not gone as well as Interitus had hoped. The Corvettes of which he summoned from that of illusions seemed to be destroyed by the Imperial pilots, the onslaught of the Imperials only continued, Interitus grew angry, as he continued to summon more illusions in the form of more support ships, and swarms of fighter squadrons, they would help what squadrons they did engage the enemy squadrons. His teeth gritted as he looked at the Ascendancy's first reveal end not so well, on the path to failure it would seem.

If the Imperials weren't bad enough, another monitor came into view for the Sith Sorcerer. He found that not only the Imperials had jumped into the fray, but a sight came into the form of Basilisk war droids came into full view. Gripping to the hull of the ship. He did not have much control, and so could only amplify his power to send more illusions towards the ones that targeted the ship. With even more pests that dare irritate Interitus. His anger only grew, every time his power in the dark side. Only further adding to the illusions.

Then as if things didn't get worse already, a massive ship emerged from hyperspace. The insignia was foreign and yet familiar. He wondered if they were with the Mandalorians or even the Imperials. Either way in that moment a comm channel was opened the voice of Lenu came over, almost hesitant. "Lord Interitus, despite the mounting situation it seems our Dread Lord has decided to leave the command of the ship up to you." Interitus listened, not saying a word for the moment, as he saw the threat of the Mandalorians coming closer. It looked as if it was gaining speed, trying to ram it.

Interitus then gave out his first order. "Lenu, direct the ship's engines to evasive maneuvers. Move the ship away from the projected target. We will hold out as long as we can until the Dread Lord returns. If we take too much damage we will retreat, and come back for the Dread Lord. But we stay here until he returns!" He said in a commanding tone that showed that of his anger. Lenu replied as if afraid but understood of his command. "Yes, Lord Interitus." With that, Interitus was given command of some systems, raising the alchemic barriers of which it would help the ship from the Mandalorians, and the TIEs, while the flagship started to change course, falling back away from the intended target. For Interitus was no fool he would not allow the revealing of the true Sith to end at Ithor. Not if he could help it.

Damocles Kascalion Giedfield Chasianna Artem Strag Zrotâl Freeman Trajan Fett

 

[The Grim Lady]

O U T S I D E R
D R E A D M O T H E R
H E L L S P A W N

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Who were they to deny her the delight of their fear? No one. They were insignificant. A fleeting force as much as any other. A flash in the pan. Her will held fast to the horrific creature she spawned and it was by focus she gazed through its permitted consciousness. The reanimated corpses spawned by her comrade were bearing down on a unit of troopers, providing a distraction so perfect it seemed orchestrated, rather than improvised.

The Shackler willed it. Thus, it would be.

The smoke demon beneath her thumb twisted itself around, contorting as it moved through the air. It bared down on the troopers in the flank in a matter of seconds, moving through them to seize their forms- wrapping them in paralytic smoke with the fading assimilation it consumed the living with. No trace remained by the time it was done. That screaming, petrified soldier was no more- merely a soul fed to a much larger, darker beast. Had the trooper's screaming gained the attention of his comrades, the Sithspawn's form would have twisted into deepest fears- a different beast or idea to each of those who gazed at it.

It moved on once its current prey's screaming bled dry and nothing was left of him, sweeping through another trooper to devour whole just as it had the last. Blaster fire fizzled against its false flesh harmlessly, unable to injure it, or even slow it down.

A silent, deadly killer had been set upon the New Imperial stormtroopers, and it ripped through them as a smoldering blade through butter.


TARGETS | Berik Meko Sorrin
FRIENDLY | Derleth Par

 

[Adaht Rusl]

Enemy_At_The_Gates
Just_After_Landing

What in the galaxy is that, this was First thought of Adaht and his troops when they faced monster, then they were running using traps and terrain to make keep distance between them and THIS thing.

After few Minutes one of Adaht underlings said something that should be said earlier
<Should we call help?>
<Yes, We should! Blaster fire can not even scratch this Monster!>
He heard his underling calling for armored batalion, "hope they will arrive before we will get eaten"

After some Time they climbed on some cliff and finally found way to effectively use Blasters in combat with this, they might not scratch it but stunnig mode on blaster was giving them ability to at least for few second each shot paralyze this monster, in meantime heavy blaster team was setting up their main weapon and in case this thing getting avaiblity to withstand Stun shots, they were able to afford enough Firepower to push this thing from cliff with use of Impact force of heavy blaster bolts.
The Grim Lady

 

[Cartr Arkhis]

Flames_That_Came_From_sky
Terror

Usually 303 was not support unit, but ground forces needed help and Black Wing was right now only avaible force that could sneak trough blockade made by lighter ships between planet and main fleet, and help them, Cartr Led his man, after some time he saw a Fighters flying towards them one of them was on colliding course with him, Cartr Tried to shot it down but Pilot was obstinate and flew into Cartr Fighter, collision in three... two... one

Nothing happened even although Fighter definitely Hit him, he was alive, but this was not important now they will need to face next enemies, next group of fighters got shot down easily and even tough 303 was coming closer and closer to blockade they haven't lost any pilot, now they will go trough hell to bring hell upon enemies on planet.
<Full Speed>

38 seconds this is time his squadron needed to fly on full speed between lighter ships and now fly towards the planet. Soon they will enter atmosphere and soon enemies of Order will know why Rhypalm have so bad reputation. when they entered atmosphere he got report from his underlings and fleet commander about many places where fights were occurring, something told Arkhas to move to place where fights were pretty delicate. Now the only thing they needed to wait for is request for Rhypalm drop somewhere...

 

[Hotavri]

Devastation_Harbringer_Protocol
Adaht Rusl
The Grim Lady
Cartr Arkhis
A_Rat

Without answer from Infantry Hotavri decided to wait for any calls for help. In meantime she and her soldiers were eating dinner when call arrived:
//Any Armored units near coordinates 501-28-14, We got trouble here!\\
| To positions we are going. Now! |
She Yelled at her soldier giving order and got into Walker pilot seat, after few moments they will arrive at Cordinates

after some time she saw Stormtroopers firing at something with everything they had, this was bad sign
| Chin Mounted, two salvo |
Her order was followed by sound of two blasts from heavy blaster cannons, but the life forms scan showed that whatever this was it was allive. She gave order to fire at will. Walker moved slowly trough mud, and fire at Monster, the firepower that right now was used against it was enough to destroy CR90.
| Stop Firing |
when the smoke around targeted area fell Hotavri could see that this thing lost 50% of it's mass despite this it still was moving towards stormtroopers on hill she gave order to continue fire until it will be dead.

After few minutes of constant fire finally scanner shown that whatever this was it was dead, but then another problem appeared, moving corpses with no life signal moved towards them, these were former soldiers of New Imperial Order but now they were just a moving weapons of some Dark Side user.
| We need Bombers here, connect with Navy |
| according to our data we... |
| Shut up and just connect already |
Armored Vehicles and Stormtroopers now fired to horde of corpses running towards them, and awaited help.