Life is the Enemy, Death is our Solace - Battle of Bimmisaari [TSE/SJO]

[Reggie Faayare]

Objective: Get civilians to evac
Nearby allies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Pal'ru Vadarn"]
Soon to be opponent: [member="Khonsu Amon"]

Reggie smiled and nodded to Palru before taking the rear. As they moved towards the spaceport, they encountered more invaders, passed through areas of fighters from each side trying to gain the advantage, debris and fresh corpses littered the ground, and everything else a battlefield was made up of. It wasn't easy getting around. They had to fight their way through, the risk of getting shot increasing as they move forward. That wasn't even the worst of it considering there was a storm of darkness above them, accompanied by a gigantic creature resembling a hydra. The Padawan couldn't help but feel dread. However, a feeling that was stronger than his dread was his hope in himself and the other Jedi in the area to defeat it. Fear was a natural reaction to such things, but it was the strength to not let that fear chain you that was important.

Even through the chaos, they were close to their destination. It was fortified by troops, keeping invaders at bay as best as they could. "Alright everyone, we're almost there, but don't let your guard down. Just a little more to go." The rear had lost a few people but they had less casualties than expected. They just needed to make one more push.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Defend Bimmisaari
Allies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Auteme Denko-Durren"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Elsa"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]

"The enemy has committed the reserve!" a sensor technician shouted.

"Birds incoming! They're making anti-aircraft operations more difficulty" a Bimm turbolaser gunner warned, upon seeing the inbound flock of tiga loreng.

"Is that it? Did they suffer enough losses in the forest to force them to commit the reserve this early? Using a flock of birds for cover against ground-based anti-aircraft is ignoring there is still some airpower!"

With the flock of tiga loreng overhead the city, it would temporarily cause the machineguns, quad-lasers and turbolasers on the walls to instead be pointed down, where there would be no additional chance of these weapons at accidentally hitting the birds, and firing at the advancing enemy column. Whatever cover the Sith could gain from the bird flock would be at best imperfect because a giant flying hydra ([member="Darth Prazutis"]) is creating an opening for guided missile batteries to fire at pods and other landing craft, especially those batteries on the forest road. Using the hydra may well be able to create another breach in the wall, but it made the flock much less effective as a cover because there's a hole in the flock! They think I'm just some dirt general, but they themselves ignored the impact of what's happening in the forest and in the air! They think intensive use of the Force of giant creatures and giant vehicles, spaceborne and ground, is a substitute for combined arms! she thought. On top of that, the missiles used would be unable to lock on to the birds. However, there was no way they could keep using airbursts so mortars fell silent. There was a reason why Jessica was the main field commander remaining in SJ service: she wasn't as tunnel-visioned as the others. For now, it appears that the action in the forest forced the enemy to regroup, especially since there weren't as many walkers as there were at the beginning of the engagement, and there aren't nearly as many birds anymore in the forest.

"I want as many squadrons as we can attacking the Sith landing craft!"

"As you command!"

"Orient the guided missile launchers at the opening created by the hydra!"

And then any available airpower was making their attack on the enemy landing craft, which were on a vector away from the flock. Of course, airpower would be much less likely to hit birds because fighters and bomber-launched missiles would be able to be fired at the enemy landing craft with the only risk of hitting birds lying in the risk of inflicting collateral damage in the destruction of the craft. However, some airpower was, in fact, unavailable to engage the landing craft because they were locked in fights against the enemy fighters. Also, firing guided missiles, such as proton rockets and concussion missiles, with delayed homing through the opening created by the use of the giant hydra may result in a shorter range before they go dead-stick, but it's still long enough to fire at the landing craft that would be close enough to the opening. Plus missile batteries along the forest road were able to dedicate some of it to firing at the landing craft (and possibly also some fighters escorting them) without adversely affecting the ability of the army in the forest to engage the remaining enemy ground forces as the firefights continued to rage on both in the city and in the forest.

Spoiler: Forces

Aircraft:

• Chiloon-IV fighters (both standard and endurance configurations)
• Telepath-III strategic bombers

Artillery:

• Sabre heavy mortar carrier (220mm mortars)
• Barataria main battle tank (direct-fire, missile batteries)
• SJ Field Artillery (fast attack)
• Hailfire-X-2 droids (heavy missile artillery)
• Turbolasers (in the city walls)
• Quad-lasers (in the city walls)

Infantry:

• SJ Heavy Weapons Infantry
• SJ Snipers
• Xi Charrian marines
• SJ Regulars

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

Objective: Reach the spaceport.
Allies: SJO, [member="Reggie Faayare"]

Palru kept cutting down any enemies that came at them as they went. A lightsaber slash here, lightsaber throw there, force pushes everywhere. She even used mind tricks, making enemy troops suddenly turn on their own men before finishing themselves off. Not to mention a good few of the troopers beside her getting some good shots in. When Palru could see the spaceport, she'd continue twirling her double-sided lightsaber to shield the group. "Once we get to the space port, the front troops and I will spread out and let you all funnel into the port! Once you're all in, we'll go in behind you!" She thought of the maneuver like a snake. They would slither to their destination, with its powerful head biting and scaring the opposition away, with its tail slipping in to safety, and the snake retreating in reverse.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective: Kill. Maim. Burn.
Location: Assaulting Glastro

Tensions rose between the Sith Empire and the Silver Jedi Order as their borders grew closer. They were natural enemies, thus far only held apart by the vast distances of space. War was imminent, and after the Silver Jedi's incursion on Wayland, the Sith Empire were ready to bring the fight to the Order. To wage war against the Jedi was the sacred duty of the Vahla and the prime directive of the Sith; this vendetta against the Jedi was in Joycelyn Zambrano's very blood.

Now, donned in black armour, Darth Vornskr the Second stormed the breach with her legionnaires. Behind her trailed a short, black cape, lined with red silk. Adorning it were two pins of canine heads, snarling.

In her hand, Zaudraka glowed a dull red, waiting for her to unleash its power, begging her to release him upon the battlefield. He was persuasive, she wanted nothing more than find the nearest skull to cleave.

Blaster shot bounced off the black, pointed plate of her armour, scattering into a shower of spark behind her as she whipped around to face the gunner. With a swipe of her hand, the gunner was thrown into the wall with a sickening crunch and clatter of arms. As her fingers curled into talons, fire coalesced between her fingers like a miniature sun, reflecting in the gloss of her plate and the red eyes of her helm.

"Show no mercy. Anyone who stands in our way is an enemy."

She straightened two of her fingers as she pointed at the gunner, and the fire leapt from her hand to consume his flesh in an instant. The stench of burning hair and melting plastic filling the air.

 

[Romi Jade]

Location: Glastro, Bimmisaari​

Objective: Defend, defend, defend...​

Music: Duel of The Fates​

Tags: [member="Darth Carnifex"]​

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"I would not be so confident if I were you, Jedi."

She bit down - the tension showed throughout her facial features. Her eyes shot from one end to the next moving to the uncoordinated cadence of her lightsaber humming in her ear, and the debris around her rustling in silent power. She could feel the dark energy intensifying, infusing itself into everything around her.

There were times where she held back...

"You must be empty..."

The rubble around Romi began to move again of its own accord, except instead of converging on the Jedi Master it instead pushed away from her until all that was left beneath her feet was the ruined cobble of the street. The swirling mass of debris and rubble continued to whirl around and around in a wide cyclone, forming a sort of physical barrier around the Emperor's chosen location.

"I see..." soft whispers to herself.

She shut her eyes, clipping her saber - envisioning the outcome she wanted and wiping her slate clean of any presuppositions. Darksiders drew power from raw emotions and feelings such as anger, hatred, greed, jealousy, fear, aggression, megalomania, and unrestrained passion.

The emptiness mode—by not acting on or reacting to any of those, but simply watching it as a series of events, in and of themselves—you'll see that they are empty of anything. She started to feel her body as nothing more than walls of skin. There is nothing inside. There is no one inside. Emptiness was openess; she was conduit. An alabaster luminesce began to radiate off the surface of her skin.

Dark energy coalesced around the Sith Emperor, wisps of black smog sloughing off of his titanic form like water from a river stone. Though imperceivable, the energy seemed to dissipate to create a series of lethally sharp shards of pure energy in the sky above the Emperor and Jedi Master. Carnifex let his arm fall forward, as if giving the signal to let loose a volley of blaster bolts, and down fell the shards of imperceivable energy towards the Jedi Master. They moved fast through the air in their descent, almost eager in their attempt to skewer Romi Jade where she stood.

She wove her arms, warping the air before her in a mixed display of lightside energy and hyper focused power. The alabaster wave surrounding her figure like glowing fire, turned a pinkish shade instantly before she unknowingly clashed with his volley of pure energy bolts.

Heuhh!

The kinetic impact sending her staggering back, and off balance as she fell to her knee.

From her crouched positions, she infringed her presence and will on the surrounding area - using her abilities simultaneously to weaken and demoralize the Emperors grip on the perverted nature of the dark side with a highly concentrated flare of metaphysical energy.

 

[Tracyn Ordo]

Objective: Repel Enemy Assault, by fire and close combat
Location: Gastro

The Jedi Guardian came sprinting to the defensive of the Silver Jedi. He hadn't been in a 'fight' in quite some time. War was once his profession, his life. Tracyn Ordo may have left the Mandalorians behind, but he was a Super Commando until the day he died. Moreso than his Mandalorian heritage, there was one thing about Tracyn that he considered above all else-

He was a Jedi.

And on the beach, standing in the path of [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]-

Was a Jedi Guardian, his Solari-infused blue lightsaber blade showing defiance. Showing strength.

The Guardian took a stance, feet spread, blade angled to her. He was wearing nothing but his crushgaunts and his combat robings. No loose-fitting attire on him. Showed how much he liked to work out, at least. He didn't say anything. His lightsaber was the statement, he himself was the sentence. She had come for a fight.

She got one.

 

[Darth Zveris]

Location: Main Bridge, Orbit of Bimmisaari
Objective: Establish Sith Supremeacy
Tags: [member="Darth Carnifex"], The Sith Empire, Sith and SJO Fleeters


Tykar sat impervious in the command throne of the massive dreadnought, It had been less than a few days since the Sith Lord had gained control of the ship, and there was still some opposition to his command. Per usual.

"Prepare to engage the enemy. Engines ahead full" his voice boomed. His hands were clenched tightly around his twin lightsabers. War was his forte. He just hadn't expected it to come so soon.

With the Sith Empire and Silver Jedi borders closing in on one another, it was only a matter of time. The darkness must eclipse the light. Always.

"My lord, all fighter squadrons have launched. The fleet awaits your command" approached a Sith Pureblood. Tykar had augmented the crew of the Xiphos with officers of this species for they had a deep hatred for the Jedi whom had been responsible for the attempted massacre of their people all those centuries ago.

"Good. Engage" he said, adjusting himself in the dreadnoughts command throne. As soon as he uttered those words, the massive Sith Fleet that anchored the dreadnought speed to meet the SJO Spacey.

 

[Altus Venadris]

Leading: 35th Battalion Alpha Company - Platoon 3; Assault Squad (16 Elite Soldiers) & Platoon 4; Air Support (8 TIE Strikers supporting 2 Jurogoran Bombers)
Equipment: Mk.iii Legionnaire Armor | SIF-7 Blaster | Lightsaber (Red) | Autokrator Assault Rife
Objective: Get through the breach
Enemies: SJO
Allies: TSE
Tags: People around the breach

"If there's one thing we know- the Order will run. They won't risk the civilian populace. It's shown clear over the years in our engagements a portion of their force will try and safe guard the innocent off world." Altus was steeling his mind for getting planetside, going over the plan in his head. At the same time he needed to prepare his soldiers. "Our Hell Born platoon is down there having a real time of trying to get past the AA batteries, we need to do whatever we can to support them on the way to our objectives."

Red lights flashed across the cramped docking bay, alerting the soldiers it was time to enter the drop pods. A minute to launch, five to impact. The entire platoon readied themselves for one last time. Weapons check, armor check, then ready to go.

"Listen up! Emperor's down there carving up the Jedi and was kind enough to open a hole in the wall for us. Lets not let him down, right?"

Before a single OOH! could be shouted the men were plunged from the Imperial ship and sent barreling toward the planet at speeds to melt a snow rancor. Altus's mind went blank. During a drop there was nothing you could do. It was complete hopelessness from the time you're shot out to impact. Anti-Aircraft fire, malfunctioning pods, even landing in the wrong spot could mean an instant death in one of these. The ships guidance system were always top notch but even then there's always an unknown in war.

What seemed like eternity ended with a violent smash into the ground. The planet shook as he and his men arrived at the battlefield.

"Regroup on me! We're advancing through the breach!" Altus shouted over the Alpha Company comms as he kicked open the door to his drop pod. He didn't need to look around for his soldiers, they were all trained and knew how to handle themselves. The only thing he needed to worry about right now was getting through the walls.

He ran toward the fighting, his 16 soldiers loud marching footsteps behind him. As they advanced, Altus could hear his team exchanging pot shots with the enemy but didn't concern himself with it. Instead he reached for his own weapons his lightsaber and SIF-7 Blaster attached on his side and narrowed his eyes on the objective in front of him.

Moments before impact the entire platoon let out a shout, "By any means necessary! For the Empire!"

Spoiler: AAR

AAR:

Altus + 16 Alpha Company soldiers land outside the city and begin moving forward to engage enemies at the breach.


8 TIE Strikers supporting 2 Jurogoran Bombers are in-atmosphere waiting to make a move.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Glastro, Bimmisaari
Objective: Kill, Maim, Burn
Music: 13th Dilemma

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Carnifex watched as his shards of energy collided with the Jedi Master's energy barrier, driving her to one knee but failing to penetrate her defenses. More and more shards materialized as quickly as they dissipated against her shield, born from the utter darkness that seethed in the Emperor's black heart. Then the Dark Lord swung both of his arms up above him, lifting the stretch of stone he levitated on higher and higher into the air until he was above the lip of the swirling mass of wreckage and ruin. It was at that time that the blast of metaphysical energy coalesced by the Jedi Master erupted out around her, blasting away the dark shards of energy and weakening the Emperor's grip on some of the debris that swirled around; which proceeded to crash into the ground and blast apart into smaller debris and dust.

"The power of the Light won't save you, Jedi. Not when chaos and death grips this world in the vice of the Dark Side." Carnifex brought his hands down close to his chest, fingers bent like talons as if he were cradling a sphere about the size of his head. The swirling mass of debris shuddered violently to a halt, now a solid wall of ruin that encircled the Jedi Master on all sides. The Emperor brought both hands together quickly, interlocking his fingers as each palm collided against one another soundlessly. The power that controlled the wall of debris now began to close it in around her, chunks of stone and metal flying in towards her as fast as they could move through the dusty air.

"Especially not when I bury you beneath it."

[member="Romi Jade"]​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Bimmisaari.
Objective: Burn the Capital City, Glastro.

Eye of the storm.

There was a feeling of calm, tranquility even to being within the eye of such a terrible storm. The Golden Terror wrapped itself in a powerful hurricane of crackling lightning, booming thunder, and formidable gale force winds. It was wrong for something so large to move as fast as it did deftly using the black clouds as cover it dropped out of them only to sweep across the city and drown it in wrath. A blinding light as its three heads unleashed blasts of pure golden energy that destroyed everything it touched along the surface obliterating armor, buildings and the sturdiest fortifications were battered aside by its fury. There was an intellect behind the beast, an aura of arrogance it carried itself with as the crowned king of the skies. It looked down with hatred and displayed unmatched ferocity when bringing death to its foes. It seemed to shrug off most forms of weaponry but that didn't stop it from taking evasive action as it would vanish into the storm clouds only to drop out somewhere else and unleash its terrible fury. But the creature wasn't an entirely independent monster, it wasn't alone in unleashing destruction and every act was directed, coordinated by a higher power. The Immortal Shadow Hand, the Lord of Lies himself was atop the creature, secured in a harnessed position he was barely noticeable on the beast as it flew. Only his immense presence through the force like a living heart of corruption his darkness throbbed like a heart's beat, a black hole of death.

As he sat atop the saddle the Master of Death could feel everything.

Every single death played like a cinema in the mind of the Zambrano Sovereign. The final moments of countless victims to the Sith assault he could feel the life fade, see them struggle and gasp for breath while others died in absolute agony. The finality of death, the end descending upon them was a precious moment that he drank like a fine wine. The all consuming hand of death and its disturbance through the force was something that disturbed Jedi, and even some dark users. Not Darth Prazutis. It was invigorating. As the Shadow Hand he was one of the principal architects of death not just for the royal House Zambrano, but for the Sith Empire abroad. Through his throne he coordinated the deaths of a staggering amount of people across the galaxy, machinations of a deceiver that brought pain and fed the grim reapers hunger for more victims. After countless centuries of dealing in death it was second nature to the tyrant, it meant nothing and life lost its value in his eyes. Every soul that was snuffed out came as easy as blowing out a candle, shutting the light off in an empty room. Through the force he could feel the different souls dotted across the surface and pick out the formidable ones among them, separating the weak from the chaff. It became easier to distinguish the hated Jedi from the rest of the population, but even they would fall victim to his boundless hatred, his immeasurable cruelty. As he directed the creature a new presence emerged burning white hot, emanating a raw power in the light. There was an eruption and only one name emerged.

[member="Veiere Arenais"].

A lance of concentrated energy, pure light erupted across the darkened skies. It was an eruption so powerful it burned away even the shadows as it tore the clouds down and struck the creature, like the thrust of a spear driven through its chest it sizzled and burned against the creatures golden hide. The beast dropped its bulk obliterating a series of tall structures as if they were made of paper, before crashing into the middle of the city streets with a collision so profound it registered on the earthquake ricter scale, caving in the earth where it landed into a small indentation. The beast stirred as its central head was the first to dart up quickly scanning around while it bit and pulled at the other disoriented heads to get them raised, getting its bearings as it growled in pain from the light. The Sith Lord emerged from his harness and walked across the beasts hide dropping just off the edge of the crater, right in front of its stirring heads. As the beast began to rise the long serpentine heads approached him affectionately, looking at their master with as much warmth as something born of darkness could muster, and the Shadow Hand affectionately patted the central one.

Even now he could feel the enemy approach as a column of armor descended with a force of troopers towards the impact zone but the Shadow Hand looked entirely unconcerned as he patted the beast, a dark application of power worked to seal up the immense wound in its chest, helping heal some of the damage done to it. Through his connection with the creature it seemed to understand what was going on, and had one objective on its mind: Annihilation. The creature rose to its full height as debris fell away from its hide and Galvanoth flexed its massive golden wings, roaring defiantly as it stood behind its master. A series of cannon and heavy laser fire started coming in waves from the approaching forces. But that was all it took for the massive beast to ensure such blasts collided harmlessly against its hide, before returning fire with its immense breath weapon. The column of armor disappeared in a flash of its destructive fury. The Shadow Hand remained where the creature fell through the force he pushed at the light, a clarion call, an open gesture to welcome the Jedi Grandmaster, the Ex-High King to come to him, to face death itself.

 

[WolfMortum]

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Objective: Defend the Capital City, Glastro.​

Inventory: Battle-Armor | Lightsabers of Svivren | The Kingsglaive.​

Opposition: [member="Darth Prazutis"] & Galvanoth the Genocide.​

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Veiere's projection of Force Light struck the flying serpent, the radiant light pulling the Hydra down violently into the City floor with thunderous applause. "Commander, coordinate some armor to that location, if that creature's not going to stay down then have them finish the task..." Veiere said with an edge of remorse; The Jedi Master didn't think kindly upon the death of anything, especially the numerous creatures of the Galaxy, yet this monstrous Hydra was Sith Spawn and had been bred for war. The risks of allowing it to survive were too great. The Officer nodded in compliance and moved to give the orders down the comm's, leaving the Jedi Master to contemplate leaving their base of operations in the center of Glastro. If not only temporarily.

The Dark Side held an immense pull over the battlefield, yet most disturbing was the presence that had come down with the Hydra. The moment that [member="Darth Prazutis"] had made the connection that Veiere was on the ground and wielding the Light against the forces of darkness, the Sith Lord had inadvertently piqued Veiere's awareness in the Force and sense of caution, his surroundings closing in on him with a stifling weight, the presence of which the Jedi knew to be gravely familiar. Returning his lightsaber to his utility belt, Veiere resigned command over to the Silver Forces, and instead set off quickly for the nearby impact zone of the Hydra, knowing that the fire-power of military armor wouldn't likely be enough to stave off the ferocity of Prazutis' hunger for violence.

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The Sith Empire continued to press against the Silver Forces defending the City limits, though many had breached the outskirts and were making their way in towards the heart of Glastro, the Emperor and now his right hand soiled the very ground they stood upon, endangering thousands of innocent lives. Civilians were scrambling to escape the chaos aboard the transports that the Silver Jedi were able to get clear of the battle-zone, though many would be forced to hide and wait out the battle. Pushing his way through the Antarian Rangers and Silver troops rushing to get to the front, Veiere continued to move quickly towards Hydra's fall, now feeling a growing sense of dread as the sounds of fighting could be heard just ahead of the crumbling city buildings blocking his line of sight.

The great Serpent shielded its Master, the incoming fire from the Rangers proving ineffective against the beasts hide. The Armored Vehicles had yet to arrive, yet Veiere came out upon the clearing with a look of horror as he watched the three headed creature obliterate the Silver Troops around it with frightening power. Despite the creatures point of impact, they were still only a city block or so from the Spaceport, and acting as the Silvers base of operations, Darth Prazutis and his Sith Spawn needed to be dealt with immediately.

The clearing was a mass of rubble, fallen structures covered the once prestine city street with stone and debris, while the remaining buildings surrounding the battle were left standing by no small miracle. It would be the closest of these structures that Veiere would seek to bring toppling down upon the Sith Lord and his terrifying pet, the Jedi Master reaching out with both hands and digging deep into his pool of concentration and will over the Force to twist and buckle the supports at the base of the towering structure, his teeth gritting together as it took everything he had to pry the infrastructure apart, a deep rumbling and then a sudden crack sounding across the area as the tower of stone gave way and in a great cloud of dust and debris, it all came crumbling down.

 

[Kirie]

Location: City of Gastro, downtown, the Tower of Law
Allies: SJO, [member="Auteme Denko-Durren"]
Enemies: TSE
Objective: Seek shelter

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Raising her hands to sign an affirmation, Kirie wheeled about as a pale blue glow shone suddenly from her Tartarine pendant, jumping backwards instinctively as the doorway exploded in a burst of rubble. Not quite fast enough to avoid the swarm of debris that filled the room. Chunks of rock filled the air, small fragments of stone pelting her face and body as she spun away too slowly to avoid a corner of masonry that impacted heavily into her side, sending Kirie tumbling to the floor.

The room filled with dust, the orderly line of desperate people now replaced with frantic, running shadows, and deeper, more threatening silhouettes brandishing weapons. As she rolled painfully onto her back she saw soldiers emerging out of the gloom, sporadically lighting the dusty space with bursts of crimson plasmatic bolts.

Coughing, and coated in a fresh layer of concrete dust, Kirie grimaced at the dull, aching pain in her side. Already the spot where the stone had struck her was darkening with blood, and more wounds seeped red from lacerations across her face and hands. Across from her, a body lay facedown, the wound in his back still smoking, and a much larger pool of dark liquid spreading slowly beneath him.

Scrabbling to her knees, Kirie grapped her fallen A280, and once again slung the unfamiliar weapon over her shoulder, then checking frantically to make sure her saber was still in place. It was.

To her right, she saw the outline of a soldier through the drifting smoke as he moved further into the room, before being sent hurtling backwards into his squad. An instant later Kirie spotted the fleeting shape of [member="Auteme Denko-Durren"] as she slipped behind another piece of cover.

Gritting her teeth, Kirie levelled her weapon and fired a short automatic burst at the ceiling, distracting the hostile squad as she leapt up and ran towards the cover she'd seen the young Jedi disappear behind, slipping into safety just as blaster bolts began to whiz over her head, sliding behind the rock with a gasp of pain as her injured side impacted the now uneven floor.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Supreme.

Even as he stood deep in the enemy held city the Shadow Hand stood with his head held high, surrounded by an aura of supreme arrogance that choked the very air. It was evident to any who had eyes just how tall this titan stood. As he moved the legendary Sith Lord walked as if he owned the very ground he stood on. It was as if this world had always belonged to him, as if it always flew his sigil and it was at the mercy of his whims. Even among the Silver Jedi shocked and terrified reactions took over the faces of soldiers who looked upon the renowned Lord of Lies. This was the Warmaster of the Sith Empire's legions, the wrath of the Sith Emperor made manifest, a Zambrano Sovereign. One of two Zambrano Lords responsible for much of the pain and misery the galaxy has been put through for the past several decades, they were shining symbols of the Sith Brotherhood. How fitting for in the empire's very founding it was the two Zambrano's who stood side by side as the Lords of the Sith gathered from across the galaxy to a meeting of the ages.

Unflinching.

Even now in the face of overwhelming odds the Destroyer was completely apathetic to the enemy closing around him, unconcerned with their very existence. The tyrant merely drank in the release brought by death as the Golden Terror unleashed its wrath upon the approaching enemy, bathing them in the power of the dark side. The very environment became saturated by the dark side emanating from his mountainous frame. He could feel each and every single one of them, every soul surrounding him and those that were distant or approaching. But it was the approach of a certain Jedi Master that drew his attention forward amongst the chaos. Even as the towering skyscrapers supports crumbled and the colossal structures stone groaned in protest, the sound of busting windows and crumbling stone as the structure lurched forward couldn't draw the figures attention away. The mighty Galvanoth the Genocide charged right into the crumbling building, slamming its hardened frame that was over one hundred and forty thousand tons right into the falling structure, shattering it into falling pieces that scattered all around. In this very moment it looked as if the Master of Death was crushed under tons of rock and stone, the giant vanishing under a cloud of dust and falling debris.

Until he emerged.

The figure of Darth Prazutis suddenly appeared right in the path of an oncoming APC right amidst the antarian rangers. The vehicle slammed into his armored frame and the most disturbing thing happened. The Sith Lord didn't so much as move while the front of the armored personnel carrier caved in, the sudden impact lifted the rear of the vehicle off the ground as the entire thing fell. It was then that the Shadow Hand surged forward, unleashing a blast of pure crimson, dark side energy that annihilated an entire squad of the soldiers as he charged forward, straight in the direction of the Jedi Master. He was a locomotive, a charging behemoth. There was an unfortunate soul, a young man caught in his path that looked back towards the Grandmaster with sheer terror on his eyes. The long blade of a sith runeblade pierced right through his chest, wrenching the soul from his form and ending his life right then and there.

"The stench of failure surrounds you Arenais. How many lives have you failed to save?" The Lord of Lies said, unleashing a beam of crimson energy straight towards him.

[member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[WolfMortum]

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Objective: Defend the Capital City, Glastro.​

Inventory: Battle-Armor | Lightsabers of Svivren | The Kingsglaive.​

Opposition: [member="Darth Prazutis"] & Galvanoth the Genocide.​

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Veiere watched as the skyscraper began to descend upon [member="Darth Prazutis"], the Hydra only welcoming the rain of stone and debris as the great beast collided head on into the falling structure and sending what remained in tact sprawling down across the City floor. Even as shadow cast atop the Sith Lord, Prazutis did not seek to escape building cloud of rock and dust that swept out from beneath the impact zone.

Moving out into the center street, now in open view of armed forces of both sides, Veiere stood poised in anticipation for what might have become of his foe. Certainly he did not expect this fight to end so easily. None of the previous battles had resulted in anything less than either of the two being pushed to their limits. Blaster-fire still zipped back and forth, louder screams coming from the rifles of the Antarian Rangers on Veiere's side whilst trying to combat the Sith Legionnaires from pushing further into the Capital.

His stomach sank before he caught sight of the Sith Lord, able to make sense of what was to come. The ignition of a crimson blade to accompany the tyrannical blade Prazutis carried, followed by words that never left the Rangers mouth, the Force carrying the man's desperation and shock right to the Jedi Master, though unable to physically cry out as Prazutis pierced the soldiers chest with his greatsword, running him through and sustaining him there as if to try to goad Veiere further.

"The stench of failure surrounds you Arenais. ​

How many lives have you failed to save?".​

The soldiers last breaths caused Veiere to grimace in response, the man's dying expression begging the Jedi Master for help, yet it was too late. Even if Veiere could reach the wounded soldier in time, there were some blows that Curato Salva was beyond saving. Veiere was not a professional in the field of healing, despite his studies, he was limited in the field compared to other more knowledgeable Jedi the likes of the Silver Circle.

"I do not expect that you will ever know the merit of fighting for the benefit of others, Darth" Veiere replied, his right hand sweeping alongside his hip and calling his lightsaber into the palm of his gloved hand, emitter igniting with a loud charge of crackling energy, the emerald blade snapping out to light up the ground floor around him. "Your ambitions cloud your sight...On the path you walk, you will never find peace within yourself, as I have done".

"As long as there are Tyrants like yourself, the Jedi will stand between the Sith and those you seek to bring to heel".

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective: Kill. Maim. Burn.
Location: Assaulting Glastro

Her hand fell to rest as the body smouldered and collapsed. Her eyes swept over the scene again, settling on the figure blocking her path. Inside her great helm she felt her lips pull back in a vicious smile. The red slits focused on [member="Tracyn Ordo"] as she nodded to the side, sending her troops around while she stepped up to the Jedi's challenge.

He displayed strength in his challenge, and she was more than willing to reciprocate.

"I do love it when they come out of their hidey holes."

She placed both hands on the hilt of Zaudraka and rested it on her shoulder. The blade practically vibrated with hatred in her hand.

Darth Vornskr II stopped resisting her sword's influence and allowed Zaudraka's surge of power. The adrenaline flowed through her veins and drove a spike of rage through her mind. Her thoughts were consumed with red flame. Her form did not change, only her focus: Everything around them was irrelevant. Only the battle mattered.

She made a few bounding leaps to close the distance between them, but stopped out of measure. Her right hand left the pommel-grip on her sword and swept out. Four torrents of flame leapt from her hand, like snakes lashing out against the Jedi.

 

[Tracyn Ordo]

Objective: Fight
Location: Glastro Defense
Engaging: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

His hand went forward, and he rolled to avoid the flames. His crushgaunt-adorned hands pressed into the ground, and blue eyes went up to meet the Sith. He charged at her, closing the distance between them while his upper shoulder lightly smoldered from the flames that narrowly made him into a faded memory.

His lightsaber went upwards, rivaling her darkness, the malice and hatred she wrought with her rivaling the Solari crystal inside his lightsaber. It kept him focused, it kept him calm. He was ice-cold, stone-cold. Had to be. Had to be focused. Couldn't let the emotion get the better of him. Not again.

He raised his blade up, the blue lightsaber gripped tightly in well-practiced hands.

And it came downward towards the Sith, like a falling avalanche.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

"So naïve. Peace is a lie. You live such short, fleeting lives desperately struggling for relevance in a world of chaos. I replace the chaos, discord with order. There is only one solution for such insurrection." The Shadow Hand said pointing the long hilted greatsword towards the smaller man. Unbeknownst to the Jedi Master the legendary Sith Runeblade hummed with more than simply power. Beneath the enchanted, alchemized blade whose edges were laced with devaronian blood poison was a complex creation, an ultrasonic vibration generator worked in tandem with a sonic discharge cell. The immeasurable cruelty and sadism of the tyrant was poured into the weapon that caused blinding agony simply by touching the skin. The systems within allowed the runeblade to tear and destroy even the hardest armors, with catastrophic consequences for the flesh and bone individual underneath.

"Death."

How many times had they done this dance? Ever since the fateful day when he kidnapped Kay-Larr and returned her to Commenor not as a President, but as a High Queen. The unbreakable Kay was shattered and remade into something of substance, and once total submission occurred the Kingmaker gave her a crown and a kingdom to lead. Veiere Arenais was nothing more than a knight, a bodyguard who led her poor excuse of a protection detail. The Lord of Lies knew the pair shared some sort of budding bond but he underestimated the connection they had. In time his watch over Commenor ended and the meddlesome gnat's influence overtook the Queen who gave in to weakness. He gave his apprentice the world, made her strong and she threw it all away to live her life as a victim. But they would never be free of his influence so long as they survived in his world. In time it saw the Jedi Grandmaster fall to darkness, shattered a family. It saw the fall of a galactic nation and the victimization and subjugation of Commenor, the annihilation of an entire city.

There was no reaction to the words of the Jedi Grandmaster, no inward reflection or hesitation on the part of the Sith Lord.

"There are none like me, Jedi. We are the likes of which you have never encountered before, and that is why we will destroy your very culture." Prazutis said surging towards Veiere, he quickly raised a hand and a beam of pure dark side energy exploded from his palm towards him, a mountain behind it.

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[WolfMortum]

Objective: Defend the Capital City, Glastro.
Inventory: Battle-Armor | Lightsabers of Svivren | The Kingsglaive of Commenor
Opposition: Darth Prazutis & Galvanoth the Genocide.

Disappointing, though not unexpected. Veiere recognized the Sith Rhetoric from their Code of which he had studied in the past, 'Peace is a lie, there is only Passion'. Whatever strength Darth Prazutis hoped to harbor against Veiere during this fight, it would not come from any such passions that Veiere hadn't faced before. None the less, the Sith Lord was the most formidable opponent that Veiere had faced time and time again. A raging tyrant, Prazutis stood on par with the Sith Emperor himself, by Veiere's reckoning. The Greatsword was no joke either, held in the hands of Darth Prazutis and raised with the intent of running the Jedi Master through, Veiere's body immediately tensed up in preparation for the oncoming attack the moment the Sith Lord moved forward in approach.

With only one of his two Lightsabers activated and in hand, Veiere's left gathered strength in the Force and reached out to send a powerful wall of Light back against his opponent hoping to slow the monster in his charge, and dissipate the dark energies cast against Veiere. Prazutis held the advantage of size and momentum over Veiere, and the massive blade looked all too intimidating to rely solely upon the confidence of his battle attire. It wasn't enough that Veiere was a Consular and skilled in the Force, but he needed to be on the move and not sparing a moment where it came to the Sith Lord's skilled combatant prowess. One wrong move would prove to be a fatal error here.

Veiere threw himself back, dashing evasively to cover several steps in one fluid leap whilst raising his lightsaber defensively in the case that the Greatsword still reached him in time. Landing hastily and taking two more steps to steady himself, the Jedi Master then wasted no energy in dashing off to the right of Prazutis, intent on getting around the towering giant and moving to sweep his lightsaber out in a single-handed strike aimed for the tyrants neck, where the helm and armor connected, hoping to find a point of weakness in the foes defense.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Darkness met light in a historic collision. A wall of blinding fury collided against the slender, piercing crimson beam to create an explosive effect, almost causing the giant Sith Lord to stumble as the heat kissed the impervium battle plate. Just like that the Ex-King showed just why he was the few among the many, one of the rare chosen to hold the title of Jedi Grandmaster for his unparalleled knowledge in their ways of the force. In a single application of power the Jedi unleashed a blast most Jedi couldn't so much as muster on their own. This was one opponent the Lord of Lies would not underestimate. Many times over the years since their very first confrontation on Commenor. The shame of his failure to protect his future wife would haunt the man over his entire life. The profound effect he had on the mans life, his family ran deep.

The Jedi Master wasted no time in leaping right into the fray every move was precise, efficient and carefully considered shortly before he moved. Veiere wouldn't use more than what was necessary that much was certain, it was evident in his moves, even beyond the knowledge that the Shadow Hand had of the man. When Daesumnor came crashing down the Jedi quickly darted back, allowing it to sail through the air. In those precious moments it allowed the Jedi to dart inside. The lightsaber connected with the heavy armor around the neck and sparks flew as it cut and burned, the armor itself absorbing much of the strike but it managed to bite into the flesh. Over his sight alarms and symbols flashed as the burn was sealed off, and stimulants were pushed through the Sith Lords body, an automated reaction by the machinery. But from the man himself?

Nothing.

There was no cry in pain as the strike cut across. Instead it was met with a deceptively fast, crushing slam from the hilt of the greatsword as the giant surged forward slamming his bulk into the Jedi. He brought the runeblade down had in a flurry of blows. A blue flame erupted over the runeblade and the Lord of Lies unleashed it in a blast towards the jedi as he surged.

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[Colton Renth]

Location: Outskirts of Bimmisaari
Objective: Kill, Maim, Burn
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJO and their allies Mak Garr


As the troop transport with Colton and his squad touched some 20 kilometers from the city and they quickly offloaded the gear and set up a base camp. They gather around Colton for a briefing "Alright we're going to use guerilla warfare her hit and run tactics, capture, and burning of the enemy and civilian assets and supplies, in short, our job is reek chaos and disrupt enemy and civilian defense efforts and moral. Gear up we move in five!" after he spoke he turned attention to prepping his own gear and weapons his sidearm, Assult blaster rifle, his personal Sun hammer, a couple of Thermal detonators, and a final check of his armor and it's systems. as his squad did the before gathering around him again hed gave them a quick once over ensure that they had the proper camouflage and it was properly applied with few hand gestures the squad formed in a V formation on Colton 8 meter spread and began quickly and silently moving toward the city.

{ 2 hours later)

They happen upon a small supply convoy, with a single motion of his hand he commanded his troops in position to ambush it waiting for the perfect opportunity he watched silently and the convoy escorts walked by some bearly a few feet from him "Now!" he bellowed and stood and his troops simultaneously open fire on the escorts the storm a red and blue blaster bolts and occasional grenade detonation he troops quickly neutralized the escorts and took control of convoy, as his men raided the convoy for supplies they could uses and piled rest to the burn along with the bodies of the dead and wounded escorts one the escorts said to him "The Jedi will make you pay for this the force is with them." Colton gave the motion to stoped walked to the wounded man and replied "To bad the force isn't with you." taking his vibro hammer and violently crushing the man's skull and said to his "touch the rest dead, wounded, anything we haven't already scavenged time to move on." His men eagerly comply with a triumphant cheer and set the supplies and dead and wounded a blazed they like their leader reviled in the sound of the screams and sight of the dancing flames. After they reviled in their handy work for a bit they resumed the V formation and moved out looking for the target of opportunity.