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Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Taloraan

Matreya

Well-Known Member
Writer
Zaiden sat atop a mighty antenna, which was a description not usually given to an inanimate object. The thing was so damn big though! He could drop off the edge and fall for 10 minutes before reaching the platform below! With a chuckle, Zaiden shook his head, he knew this an exaggeration but still the comparison got across. Currently he looked out across the high skies, a small smile on his face as he pondered whether this was truly what he wanted...

Alas, it must be, for he began to make his way to the platform below. To lead the attack on Taloraan, this was an honor he would never deny. Even with the multiple dangers equipped for such a task, the head issue being the planet's inert ability to not scan past the atmosphere. How could he know if the Lord's armies were nearing if they could not contact him? But still, the people needed a man there, one to guide them to an LZ they could hold for the entirety of the Dominion.

"@[member="Spencer Jacobs"], this is Zaiden James-Greyson. The attack on Taloraan is ago." Zaiden murmured into his comlink, eyes on the building he currently hung over. The platform attached to it's edge was exponentially massive, it was some ancient and beaten warehouse used well before the Clone Wars, definitely large enough to land a vast portion of the men required for the attack.

Inside Zaiden could sense a few living beings, and quickly began to move through the warehouse. As he traveled he cut through each man or woman, well before he was spotted, each kill silent and precise. In each act he was graceful, beautiful like the Angel that ruled over Death. Soon enough the building was empty, and Zaiden stepped to the edge of the precipice and looked down along the miles upon miles of open air. One slip....

With an LZ decided, Zaiden readied to move on.

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Primary Objective :
-Take the planet

Secondary Objective(s) :
-Eliminate the main profiteers for the many Tibanna Gas manufacturing companies, to open these warehouses and Tibanna Gas deposits could ultimately benefit the Lord's.
-Take the heads of state, the leaders of the people under the control of the Lord's will make the planet's capture easier. (They will not be so easy to defeat, being protected by their own small armies.)
-Survive, being a Gas Planet there is no solid ground on the planet so it would be a dangerous attempt that could end in absolute failure.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Writer
A group of five Hammer-class dropships descended through the night, and touched down inside the warehouse, the narrow vessels fitting precisely through the loading doors. Each dropship disgorged two hundred fighters and soldiers. One of those thousand soldiers was, as it happened, Grand Admiral Shira Karrde, complete with lightsabre and blaster pistol.

"Zaiden, this is Karrde. LZ looks clean. Nice work. Clear us a path."
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member
Writer
Zaiden grinned, they had arrived. Now to begin.

With that Zaiden ran straight at the edge of the platform and launched high into the air, the force guiding his leap. The wind caressed his cheeks, and whipped his hair, but he didn'trrelish the feeling like he would normally. No this time he was leading the assault, he must be fully focused. Ending his leap in an elegant flip, Zaiden's feet tapped down on solid flooring. Yes he could have walked along the empty bridge that connected the two massive towers, but to do so would negate all surprise of the attack. If he could get there before any men saw them, he could annihilate them and save his men the trouble of getting caught on a narrow bridge.

Eyeing the confused men before him, whom all stood around a massive Starship, readying to transfer the TibannaX to other places among the cosmos. Zaiden smiled and spoke, "I am Zaiden James-Greyson and this planet is hereby under the Lord's of the Fringe's control." Just as expected, the men didn't take to the words, one moving to sound an alarm.

Zaiden reached out with the force and crushed his skull, dropping him to the floor with a sickening crunch. Eyeing the man one moment longer before lunging for their weapons, the men proved to be good fighters. All expert marksman, clearly hired for their skills. The only problem? Zaiden was better, and already on them. Cyan saber active and slashing swiftly, he cut through several men.

Signaling over his shoulder to his forces, he told them the bridge was clear and to move forward. Calling a Blaster pistol to his palm, Zaiden began to open fire on those to distanced to do any damage with melee. Little did most know, before his Training had begun, during his time as an assassin he was a well known marksman with near every weapon placed in his palm. And this was no different, men fell before a single blow could even glance his form.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"] (if you could tag everyone I'd owe you. Being on my phone that will take about a month lol.)
 

Sargon Vynea

Spencer's guard unicorn
Writer
Repulsor-cities the very idea made him nervous one big boom and the very 'ground' they stood would fall. Sargon would like to say he was sure this contingency was already handled but he didn't know much about the leadership in the Fringe yet. They could be the type who saw the loss of eight hundred souls as nothing more than a note on a piece in a file. He doubted it though from his understanding there were people high up on the chain here. Either way it didn't really matter he was here and had a job to do and he privately had to admit if he thought it could be simply accomplished by blowing one city out of the sky to show they were serious he wouldn't have blinked as he did it.

He went over the notes in his head on the planet as his company marched out into the warehouse. They were far from thick so he reached the end of his information before his foot touched the warehouse floor. Military information was on a need to know basis and as an Optio was somewhere between absolutely nothing and we're going this way to shoot at this. That he was ready for though his platoon was a finely tuned machine and he had faith in them. Now he just needed to wait for someone to point and give the order.
 

Tarika Sadow*

Shadow Fleet Commander | Rule Breaker
Character
LOCATION:
PLANETSIDE
OBJECTIVE:
TAKING THE HEADS OF STATE DOWN

The Commodore had arrived prematurely for some routine runs with the facilities, she had been sent to infiltrate the headqaurters of the planet and secure the heads of state that ran the planet and its exports...she knew the Lords would be making it to the planet soon and she knew she had very little time before they would have to chase after the controllers of the industries of this planet, the world was a large gas giant with a large profitable business mining and extracting the rich fuel known as Tibanna Gas.

As she walked down the streets of the one the main cities she looked around, she was wearing her usual armorweave and shimmersilke clothes and walking down the beaten path of the aged commerce city that houses the controlling parties, as she walked she found a few guards heading her way as she walked toward the main compound, they made it to her and raised their weapons....tarika used a force throw and sent them into a nearby wall and then continued to walk karrde, this is sadow...infiltration of main compound is ago. she said into her own comms device hooked to her ear.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Writer
"Roger that, Sadow. I'll have my comms team patch you through to the rest."

@"Cole" @[member="Amonar Fa'kira"] @[member="Anaya Fen"] @[member="Ardak Serifen"] @[member="Ares Terix"] @[member="Balaya"] @[member="Belle Morte"] @[member="Bruniik"] @[member="Caile Nemorra"] @[member="Cain Laatl"] @[member="Chupa La'Roi"] @[member="Clara Foster"] @[member="Coop"] @[member="Darien Cordel"] @[member="Doviculous"] @[member="Dranok Lussk"] @[member="Elónia Adrud"] @[member="Elijah Rowlin"] @[member="Haven Pryde"] @[member="Hawk"] @[member="Hylocereus"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Jasper Sarili "]@[member="Justice Henessy"] @[member="Kal Voss"] @[member="Kaytlin Medvedkov"] @[member="Kirill Bratan"] @[member="Kiyala Demont"] @[member="KX-13 Delta"] @[member="Lexa Kimene"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Lucrezia"] @[member="Lydol Orvaul"] @[member="Mardeth Holzman"] @[member="Menoetius"] @[member="Mesani Okarae"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Niki Manson"] @[member="Pandeima"] @[member="Rave Merrill"] @RC 212 @[member="Rouk Tallson"] @[member="Samanthe Quiwl "]@[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Sarkus Twin Kilborn"] @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Subject 13"] @[member="Syrka Toran"] @[member="Talf"] @[member="Tarika Sadow"] @[member="Tempest"] @[member="The Opposition"] @[member="The Plague Doctor"] @[member="Toran Gregor"] @[member="UBD-309"] @[member="Valik"] @[member="Will Venza"] @[member="Wraith Draigar"] @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"] @[member="Zangoff Gularian"]
 

teaking

Thus Saith the Lord
Writer
LOCATION:
PLANETSIDE
OBJECTIVE:
TAKING THE HEADS OF STATE DOWN

"Lady sadow me and my team are converging on your location" He spoke into his Comm earpiece.He strolled through the streets Moving along those who challenged him quickly fell clutching their heads.Behind him walked his strike team and bodyguard His shoes clicking on the floor as he moved through the alleyways.He converged with @[member="Tarika Sadow"] and spoke to her in hushed tones as they walked along "I have a plan.Me and my team will proform a frontal assult on the compound whilst you sneak in and seize the leaders...Of course If you have an alternative you have my aid" He remained at pace whith his counter part.
 

Sarkus Twin Kilborn

The Warrior Time Forgot
Character
He took a large swig of his ale hidden in a normal looking drinking flask. He stumbled off the ship onto the LZ and looked around. His armour fitted comfortably to his body and he placed his mask on, attaching it firmly to his face, hearing it click into place he felt a rare grin draw out on his face as he turned on his comlink. Here, where am I needed? Pulls his hood over his helmet and withdraws his sabers ready for combat.

@Asha Varanin
 

Judas of Vahl

Beyond Broken
Character
A lone starship hovered above the planet like a spider over its ensnared prey. Bristling with thousands of cannons, point defense emplacements, and staffed by over 55,000 crewmen, legionnaires, and their officers. It was the home of the elite who proudly spoke of themselves as being the "karking best crew the Fringe's got." It was a statement that many of them lived by, pride and honor were characteristics of many and competence found its way even down to the lowest levels of the Navy's ranking structure. It was just as its shadow-shrouded Commanding Officer had wanted. He wanted the best vessel, and he got it. He wanted the best crew, and he got it. He wanted the best officers, and he got them.


Of course they weren't just handed over. He earned them.


His name was Dranok Lussk. Conqueror of dozens of worlds, a brilliant strategist, and a killer with the ladies. He was a man of many titles, but he was different than those of similar nature and qualities. He earned them. Each and every one. He fought with his mind, his saber, and even his bare hands. He was regarded by many as the next Thrawn, who was quite possibly the best strategist ever seen in the history of the galaxy. Granted, he wasn't the blue-skinned, red-eyed humanoid Thrawn was, but his mind was said to have rivaled his. It wasn't a false assumption, at all. In actuality, it made the famed man considerably brighter upon discovery that he was well renowned across the galaxy. However, this wide renown made it hard for the Lord to conceal his identity when partaking high importance missions such as this one. But he was plotting, always has been since his indoctrination into the Fringe government. Good plans or bad ones, it depended on who and how they affected them.


His mind was always churning out brand new ideas for the Lord to gain power. Power, the man had an insatiable hunger for such a thing. It was how the Lord went about his life. For his entire 31 years of existence, almost each one had served to only further him in the future. His upbringing to a pair of fairly wealthy parents had made his early start quite exceptional. He was privately tutored by some of the top teachers and professors on Corellia. Money was of no importance to a Navy Commodore and a Merchant fleet Captain, so they supplied a young Dranok with everything he needed or desired. Everything except for attention and love. His Father and Mother, Vance and Lydia Lussk, heeded him no attention or care whatsoever, leaving the young Lord to wander about Coronet City. During his late teen years, he met an astonishingly beautiful young woman by the name of Demaia Veya. The two grew close almost instantly and kicked off their relationship immediately. But all good things must come to an end, and this happened so when Dranok's father returned to him about his recent inquiry of joining the Navy as an officer.


Dranok and Demaia soon found themselves intertwined on the night before his departure to the Carida academy. Their souls melded together in at passion's peak before diving into a sea of pleasure. Unknowingly the lovers had set the seed of life, which grew and grew in Dranok's 4 year absence at the Military Academy of Carida. But miracles do indeed happen because a number of years after Dranok had endlessly searched for Demaia, he found his daughter instead. By then, Dranok was a full fledged Sith Knight bent on conquering his side of the galaxy and led endless campaigns against the Republic and the Mandalorians. Kara Vi'dreya was the girl's name, a Human-Umbaran hybrid. Short, slim, and extremely cute. She was Dranok's redeeming light.


But lights can be extinguished. And they have.


The man’s following years of service with the Fringe brought him closer and closer to the shadows. Every being knows that each light casts a shadow. The bigger the light, the larger the shadow. He continued to study, to grow, each step forward brought him three backwards into the darkness. He progressively found himself daydreaming of power, endless and absolute power. And now, he was on the verge of peaking his studies of the space around Fringe territory.

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Dranok blinked. He saw nothing but blurriness for a moment, but his yellow eyes adjusted quickly to the dim lighting. Before him were several faces, a multitude of different shaded irises staring at him as the black-clad man adjusted in his seat. Reorientation neared him as he blinked again, yawned, and swiveled his head about to catch his bearings. Those figures before him materialized, their armored frames registering in his mind as legionnaires from his legion, the 119th.

“What happened?”
“You fell asleep, sir. Quite quickly, you've been out for a few minutes.”
“What? Really?”
“Yes, sir.” The young legionnaire before him chirped.

Before he knew it, light poured through the viewport. Dranok gave a heavy sigh as he squinted, letting his vision reorient yet again. This time, his first sight was different. The vast orange-yellow clouds of the gas giant molded together to form endless streams of puffy delicacy, pushed softly along by massive torrents of wind.

“ETA’s 3 minutes, sir.”

Oh right, they were taking this planet and Dranok was aboard a Hammer-class dropship. It all flashed back to him in that single moment, his gears whirring into activity and his inner officer kicking in to spout orders.

"Alright, legion." He rubbed his eyes, cleansing them of sleepiness. "We'll be landing near the Tibana Gas platforms, our objective will be to seize the deposits and secure the gas mining facilities for Fringe use." A pause ensued, his golden eyes sweeping over the men before him. "Are you ready, 119th?"

"Uuuuraaa!"


Word Count: 975, I'd like my prize now please.
 

Shinju

Eater of the Dead
Writer
LOCATION:
PLANETSIDE
OBJECTIVE:
TAKING THE HEADS OF STATE DOWN

Shinju reamined behind Lucien, she cared little for this beyond... well they were taking something down and that meant only one thing. SHe could lick herself in a room and have her fill. Listening to Lucien's plan though was boring as she spoke coming next to him and holding a blade. "Oh Lucien my dear you give this to much thought, just herd them into a room and I'll handle the meeting for you. I promise they'll do whatever you want after I tear their spines and play jump rope with it." Her smile came while holding the blade between to her index finger and thumb. "We'll have so much fun."
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member
Writer
Zaiden groaned, shoulder pushed against a thick Durasteel wall. His hair hung loose against his face, sweat and dirt already streaked his face. The battle was only a few minutes in and he had nearly conquered the entirety of the minor city-warehouse level he resided on, alone mind you, which hung slightly higher and to the west of the major city they were nearest. Currently just beyond the wall he leaned against, repeated blaster assault rifle fire could be heard, from multiple positions ranging from 20 yards to the furthest whom had alluded him at 70. He had spent the entirety of the battle keeping him on the move, making just enough time each shot for reinforcements to arrive.

Rubbing at his temple for a moment, Zaiden concentrated hard, aiming to control his hate and utilize it's power. It was a monstrous thing, red and pulsating with huge black veins. Probably had horns and giant teeth, most likely razor sharp. This thing was so powerful though, Zaiden wasnt sure he could keep it at bay anymore. For the most part it's raw untapped power was just building on it's own, nowhere to go and thus with no direction for his growing rage he began to scheme.

With this scheme though, came the risk of many lives - his own of course not the worthless whelps they fought. It was a truly dark scheme as well, evil and vile of a truly Sith like quality. He had witnessed it once, in some ancient terrible holocron or maybe it was in one of millions upon millions of libraries he had visited and spent a thousand hours in. To bring the ultimate true death to a thousand living bodies all at once. He would bring the massive city warehouse to the gaseous bottom that was the core to Taloraan, immediately people would cease to exist. And this was his problem, how many of his allies were on the grounds? Was it worth it?

Just as he peaked around the corner, another dozen bursts came and the impact sounded off against his back and just past where his face had been. Shaking his head, Zaiden sighed. It was worth it. Turning on his feet and summoning dual assault rifles to his extended palms, Zaiden slowly walked from his cover. Shots let loose immediately, and the massive sounds ricocheted off walls and nearby tools, from his own as well as his enemies. Dust and debris rose, and seemed a living cloud of smoke as it snaked and wrapped around everyone and everything. But still the shots rang.

One body fell, a shot slammed into his shoulder, but did not stop his firing. Each step was perfectly planned and executed, previously determined through use of the force. With sure footing, as well as deadly precise aim from the many years of previous uses, Zaiden was beyond enough to match any man on the level. But to continue on through every single one below? This was why the decision had been made, why this city would crash and burn. Another body fell, and Zaiden was hit again, this time against his knee.

Stumbling for a moment, Zaiden carried his momentum and flew into a swift somersault, which as ended was deadly in itself. Shots were already being rang from his guns before he could regain his footing, and again another man fell - the frakkin piece of poodoo who had been at the end, maintaining his place for his men. However, two things became apparent as he watched him fall, his ammo was out and the men were moving in.

Casting about himself a moderately powered force cloak, Zaiden vanished from sight to the men. But this did not stop the men from continuing to rain shots at his general whereabouts, and thusly still continue to make this hard for him as he slowly backpedaled his way to the edge of the platform. The railing soon hit his back, and as he glanced over the edge he cringed. He hated heights. But it was a necessity.

Turning his body, Zaiden called to the nearby cables he had seen. They was roughly 200 meters, should be enough he thought. Wrapping his arm in the loop, he turned and leapt from the high ground. As he flew like a bullet straight down, the boom boom of his heart was far to loud to be normal, or at least he believed as such. For it was loud, he could not even hear the rush of the wind. Sweat formed slowly along his brow, his skin felt as if it was being stretched off his skull. But soon enough the very base of the city warehouse could be seen, and lucky as his life had become, his cable allowed him ample length.

Swinging down towards the massive base that would hold the whole thing up, Zaiden launched a small bag of grenades towards the primary engine. Focusing for a moment, Zaiden aimed a huge bolt of lightning at the tiny image, for it had gone far quickly...

BAAAABOOOOM!!!!! BBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!

First the grenades went and the blast propelled him back, then the damage was to much and the primary and one of the secondary engines were gone. Soon the damage couldn't be upheld. The massive behemoth of a ship was going down.

"@[MEMBER=RC 212] Zaiden said into his Comlink, staring down below himself as the clouds began to ever so taxingly slowly rise, "Let the others know I brought down one of the small city attachments. That should assist in our conquest."

But that was when he finally realized his completely imbecilic judgement call error, the city warehouse was falling...and his cable was attached to it. Using the momentum brought by the explosions, plus a few well placed and timed force pushes, Zaiden swung high and fast...

With a smile, he landed barely mid foot on the very edge of the platform he had originally left, barely a few hundred feet from @[member="Ashin Varanin"]. Nodding at his ex empress, something he became accustomed to doing. He never saw her and ignore her, for she was someone whom had a vast impact on his life, in multiple ways varying in degrees.

"Come on men! To the next! Remember! If they believe they can hold dominance over this planet while we claim that right!?!?! Lets show them the fools they are!!!" He called, the force coursing through each word and making it carry to every man nearby, his mental influence making them ever more eager to take over the planet.

Charging up the closest bridge, Zaiden groaned as he heard an alarm sound. He had hoped to wait longer before being found out...than again...blowing a warehouse out out of the sky was a bit much to ignore. Soon men began to pour forward to meet him, just as he reached the end of the platform.

Sensing a massive signature in the force he turned his gaze to the sky, and smiled. Another master was here...

"Dranok, sir, perfect timing. Any assistance is welcome, I can maintain but the more the merrier."

@[member="Dranok Lussk"] ( ;) 1187 word count.)
 

Sargon Vynea

Spencer's guard unicorn
Writer
The sound of a couple hundred pair of boots marching in rhythm was enough to leave the halls of the repulsor-city completely empty. The drumming sound itself a psychological weapon that nothing but a discipline professional army could take in stride. Security forces, mercenaries and some planetary forces he expected but nothing to match the legionaries discipline and strength. The weight of their heavy armor felt like a reassurance to soldiers who's only real defense lie with one another on the field of battle. That and the well cleaned blaster rifles in their hands each one stripped, clean and tested within the last fifteen hours. Those had been Centurion Myrx order's and without fail Sargon had made sure he personally pulled the trigger on each legionaries weapon before he green lighted his squad.

The sound of the march continued onwards uninterrupted and Sargon wasn't sure if the advance force was simply that effective or if the enemy was simply trying desperately to form up. It was another of the difficulties of fighting on these floating but this one in the attacker's favor. Security forces would normally be set up against raids the larger warehouses and refineries have the largest amounts of security. The best would be set up near the government sector all leadership wanted the absolute best surrounding them their fear kept the elite from reacting as quickly as they could have.

Of course this assumption wasn't based on access to information but rather a simple analysis of the nature of merchants and whatever the heads of Taloraan wanted to call themselves they were just upscale merchants. Of course he could also be wrong but he could afford it as an Optio there was some small joys in being so far down the chain.

Either way their parade march was at its end as reports of resistance came from the forward company. The short flurry of blaster fire actually made him a bit envious his company wasn't in the front and by them time his squad would reach the fight there wouldn't be anything but a few bodies. That wouldn't last either though as the core of the defense forces arrived and the companies separated to go for their targets he had no doubt he'd be running into quite the fray.

“Optios we break with the legion here. I want a brisk pace until we reach our target time is of the essence we cut communication and its all over.” The Centurion had a high pitched voice, extremely high pitched even for an Ayrou but Sargon had already played with the comms unit in his helmet. Being a Zabrak no one ever questioned why you customized your helmet the horns unique to each individual meant a little tweaking was needed on all of them. Sargon just tweaked it a little more then playing with the padding.

It was one of the nice things about hitting these floating cities. They were designed for convenience and utility as such most systems were centralized. The center for communications was located to the west in a large floating city and if it went offline the enemy would be down to local communications only. His best guess was that it was a large distribution center between the comms and a large spaceport which also meant if it went down it stopped the valuable tibanna gas from getting off planet in mass. Which meant he'd see plenty of action either way. Merchants always protected their money, always.

His least favorite part of his mission was staring him right in the face as they came out into the open air. The trip across the bridge and if the enemy had been organized enough to already be there it would be a nightmare. At best it would cost them half the company to cross it at worst it would cost the entire company if they simply dropped the bridge. With a quick glance he knew that fate was with them as a pair of mounted heavy repeaters hunt unused against the outside of the short wall opposite them.

The sound of blaster fire was growing though and time wouldn't be on their side for much longer as the entire company surged forwards like a tidal wave at the Centurion's command. The first squad kept their sights steadfast on the large durasteel doors a single motion would bring a rain of fire down. The fourth squad stayed on the warehouse repulsor-city their eyes trained down the halls they had just exited from the echos of shouts and running boots coming up them. Once the rest of the company was across they'd move forward and the bridge would be dropped ending the pursuit of whatever units followed.

The plan fell apart even before Sargon's third squad made it across as the bottom of warehouse city lit up like the sun. His body reacted without hesitation as his eyes shut and he dove towards the ground he heard an voice yell out, “Hit the deck.” With that the universe disappeared for a moment as the shock wave from the explosion hit them. Anyone still standing would have already been given their ticket home. Without their helmets he had no doubt they'd have blown their ear drums and none of them may have survived.

Luckily the legion's gear was top of the line and the company got to its feet quickly if not a bit dazed. There was no time for daze though as the repulsor-city opposite fell out of the sky. The repulsor-city still attached to the city behind them by the bridge they still stood on. There were a dozen voices shouting the order to move but not a single one finished speaking before the doors were opened and the legionaries rushed through. The sound of durasteel bending and ripping behind them as the bridge tore itself to pieces never meant to carry the weight of an entire city.

“Squad move into formation we still have an objective to take.” It was with pride he noted how quickly they formed up and without a single question. As for Sargon he was just curious which side blew up the city.
 

Tarika Sadow*

Shadow Fleet Commander | Rule Breaker
Character
LOCATION:
PLANET SIDE
OBJECTIVE
TAKING DOWN HEADS OF STATE
MINOR-OBJECTIVE
Deal Combat Damage

The commodore is typically a friendly person with a lot of intelligence, before coming to the Lords of the Fringe she was not a combatant and knew nothing of fighting yet as she made her vast wealth in the markets of warfare she often found herself in the throes of fighting and dealing combat damage, this day would be no different and she though it over willingly accepting fate as it is handed to her, she though over the ability to train her own abilities while dealing combat damage, it would be an exhausting run this one.

As she felt Luciens approach she donned a smirk and allowed him to come up to her, it would be a great undertaking to seize this compound and hold the heads of state for the leadership base of the lords, it would be the best job she has ever done and it would be the roughest job she had been able to do, the compound was a huge one and in order to seize it they would need to seize certain buildings first this would be something Lucien knew little of since he is indeed a diplomat while Tarika is a lord naval officer, she would see this through though and lead the campaign that would seize this compound; she would be needed to deal radial combat damage to the enemy forces, Lucien knew little of what would happen and this task they were in together would be one Sadow would need to see to til the end.

As Tarika was about to respond to Lucien another ended up coming up, this one was in fact the lords cannibal Shinju, a cold blooded and very insane woman that defected to the lords military base of force users from the sith empire, she would be needed as well…in fact they all would be needed to see to the mission Is a huge success. As Tarika continued to walk over she started to gather energies and collected them in her hand, soon afterward she manifested a kinetic ball of fire and began to alter it by adding in sparks of electricity to add to the combat damage she would deal, Tarika was by nature a sorceress and so she had an affinity to wield the more chaotic and pure forms of the force, it was only nature that she would be able to mix two forms of kinetic energies to provide for ground support.

As Tarika Sadow gathered the energies and formed it into a small ball of electric fire she spoke to the both in a more commanding presence and tone of voice “Lucien I would honestly prefer it if we stayed together on this, we need to get certain objectives done first and then we can move into the main building of this compound to secure the heads of state….we’ll first need to seize the guard tower and building” she spoke as if to no one but it was to them both and as she continued to collect her own energies the ball of electric fire started to grow in her own hand, she was to throw it at the guard tower causing it to burn to the ground with the guards in it if it got that far, as she held it in her hand a flank squad of guards approached with their weapons held high and Tarika send a force throw at them popping them into the air and send them into a nearby wall, it was enough of an impact that when they hit their necks were heard snapping like twigs.

As Tarika, Lucien and Shinju walked on they could witness soldiers lining up near the guard barracks and Tarika sent her now gathered electric fire ball into the guard barracks which initially started it on fire and then moments later the building blew up which caused the guard toward nearby to alert the compound with a beacon alarm that rang out with a strong “ree ree ree” playing to the tone of armed troops rushing out, Tarika looked over at Lucien and Shinju and sprang to action by tearing her own saberstaff off her belt and gathering the force to deal radial combat damage, this time she gathered it to use the force to send sparks flying at the would-be attackers and to send them hurtling into walls, there was a small army now opposing them, they were in for a hellish of a ride with this one.

As Tarika activated her own saberstaff she began to twirl in in her grasp and deflected most of the fire away from her that was now pouring into the arena, some of their own fire were sent back to them and others were having the force used on them, it would be carnage before they were done here, Commodore Sadow then used her sparks and sent three soldiers into the nearby walls and then used a force throw to slam three more into nearby walls, her force was just about obliterated and so she needed to rest it for awhile but not before she leapt into the air and came down hard using a massive force throw into almost ten more would-be attackers and send them flying into another wall, the crackling sound of their bodies could be heard as their bodies broke down against the wall.

Looking over to Shinju and Lucien she called out to them “Governor make sure you deal with them permanently, Shinju make sure you get your fill, we won’t be harming the heads of state so get your fill of pain here!” her voice could be heard over the waves of rapid gun fire and as she rose she twisted her wrist and deflected the blaster fire back to the ones who fired them ending their lives and putting a stop to them firing more, as she held out her blade she ran up to some soldiers that were obviously too terrified to shoot and dismembered them and only afterward beheaded them for their being here, Tarika was not in the mood to leave any guard alive, it would be foolish and wasteful.

As Lucien and Shinju dealt with the soldiers on their ends Tarika quickly gained her force abilities back but not fast enough since she was now combating them with hazardous twists and flicks of her own wrist, it was a payday of carnage and chaos with the three at the helm of madness, Lopping off heads and dismembering bodies Tarika slowly made her way through the armies of soldiers but more just continued to come, as she cut through the troops ten more for a single one would pop back up and she would need to work more fluidly to get the job done, her mind was set and focused and she needed a way to shut down the speakers of the alert system, then she felt her force once again ready and quickly gathered electric fire and harnessed it in her hand, she stood away and allowed @[member="Lucien Cordel"] and Shinju to work their magic on the enemies as she gathered her own energies for the execution of the guard tower, within moments she had gathered enough spark and enough fire to level a prison colony and threw it at the guard tower, the guards watched as it came for them and as if they had nothing else to do they surrendered to the inevitable and waited for the ball of massive kinetic fire to set them and their pitiful tower ablaze.

Fighting one more against their enemies Tarika paid attention and found out where they were coming from, a escape hatch in the compound that possibly lead underground, she then looked at Shinju and gave her orders “Shinju seize that underground passageway, Lucien stay with me…we’re going to bury these soldiers even If it is the last thing we do” she said and then tore her attention back to the armies of soldiers coming from another escape route and then sighed “Lucien, secure that one as well….make sure there are no soldiers or body guards left alive” she ordered and waited for them to get to their duties she had just provided them.

As the commodore Tore through the ranks of the enemy she leapt into the air and came back down hard sending a force throw into the ground which popped up enemy soldiers and she quickly send fire balls into their own ranks that set their soldiers on fire, as she watched more come out she sighed and then set more on fire quickly ending their pathetic and miserable lives within an instant, then she turned to her people and watched as Lucien and Shinju went to handle their own business.

(OOC Let’s take our time to do this mission peoples) (1,486 words peoples. :p )

@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]
 

teaking

Thus Saith the Lord
Writer
Lucien walled along side Tarika.His guards kept pace behind them.He followed her through the gates and watched as she hurled bodies into walls and set towers ablaze,Her methods were clearly akin to a hammer or club.Where as he prefered the pen or at the very least the poison subtle discrete things.Now was his time for poison.He rotated his right wrist and his guard swarmed him he was lost in the crowd. He scanned the battlefield Looking for the weakness in the defence structure the squad that would bring the group tumbling like a house of cards.He found it a squad at the infancy first real battle their leader an old man on his way out and his second an ambitious women seeking away up the pecking order.

Lucien took a deep breath the conditions were less than ideal a heated battle no chair and no tea.He isolated himself from the battle and reached into the minds of the target squad.He had become adept at playing in the minds of others.To the bulk of the sqaud he projected the horrors of war,The blood and the heartache.His actions had varying effects some fell screaming,Others vommited but most just stood rigid there minds no longer sounding off orders.To the Lady Lutent he projected a long life to her boos and a failed and unremarkable career for her he had epitimised her worst nightmare.Her eyes were glazed as her mind reeled.Finaly to the comander he spoke "This is a sad end to a carrer don't you think leeft whith the scum from the bottom of the recruitment barrel is it worth it are you realy so in significant" He spoke his voice chiding his tone matching that of the officers mother "You have let us down sinking this low". Luciens severed thought process and terminated a sense of instinct to each he gave a solution to the privates he instructed "Run,Hide leave or die" to The Lieutenant he merely gave the order to Frag her boss.He had to spend more time with the general. Over the course of hour like minutes he numbed the commander and put his happy memories on loop the commander would stand still and let it happen unless Lucien told him otherwise.

Lucien returned to awareness as his action took hold first the privates ran screaming and Lucien spoke through the commander "Traitors kill them all" The commander's voice was numb and distant he barely flinched as his second discharged the pistol she had pressed to his head.The battle field was reduced to bedlam with teams firing on teams.Lucien nodded as his gaurd surged forward.Lucien drew his saber the crimson blade ignited he walked forward.He had registered the request from the commodore "Consider it done" He remarked before he began his graceful assault.His blade pierced and swished as bodys both intact and headless fell to the ground as Lucien and his team progressed to their target.

Before Lucien stood carnage behind lay bloodless order.Inside him was a symphony he had been too focused on bureaucracy and it felt good to be free for a time,war was his mistress but Politics was the doting wife he always came back to,but home was still a planet away.
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member
Writer
Zaiden found himself sliding under the shot fired from a man whom currently was screaming his rage at Zaiden. With a practiced ease he lined up 3 shots, and let loose, watching as bolts burned through the man's heart, head, and neck. Turning his gaze, he spotted a group of his own men engaging in a battle with the enemy, stuck at the entrance to a small hallway. Focusing his energy for a moment, Zaiden clamped his fist closed, and with it the roof of the hallway caved in, successfully saving his men from further trouble. Continuing on his previously determined course, Zaiden knew what he was going to do was even more dangerous than the last...

"Admiral. For now i will take a small team of men to continue with me onto a side mission." Zaiden said into his comlink, knowing @[member="Ashin Varanin"] would hear. "You three!" Zaiden called to a group of minor force users whose main usefulness came in their gun play. With a quck jerk of his head Zaiden led the group of to the side and down one level.
 

Shinju

Eater of the Dead
Writer
@[member="Tarika Sadow"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"]

Shinju continued to watch Tarika and Lucien as they did what they needed to do and she kept going. This wasn't a fight she needed to be in as the path ahead led her into a room with two soldiers. It wasn't quick or painless but slowly her head reeled back while she let out a laugh. Lucien might disapprove but as she stood there and bashed the man with his friends arm the thought of meeting the leaders came to mind.. Oh she couldn't be late for Luciens party in this besides if she was faster locking the doors with them inside the room would turn it from a surprise into a fun house.

That was the thought that brought her back out to walk behind Lucien while fire began to spread from the room she had been in. At the very least they could burn everything down roasting the enemy, she would raze the world to the ground with a smile on her face. The blunt object in her hand... the soldiers arm was perfect as she used it like a bat to the face of a man, then a club to send a few of his teeth loose as laughter came from her mouth before speaking. "Now Lucien sweetie in here let me do my work, they will enjoy themselves I promise."

Shinju kept moving and skipped straightening herself out and taking one of the sabers from her hip letting the snap hiss come. The wailing from the shard grew a little louder while it fed into her painting a deep blood red her bodysuit with coat. "Come we have people to kill."
 

Tarika Sadow*

Shadow Fleet Commander | Rule Breaker
Character
LOCATION
PLANET SIDE
OBJECTIVE
TAKING DOWN HEADS OF STATE
MINOR-OBJECTIVE
Deal Combat Damage

Watching as both @[member="Lucien Cordel"] and @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"] went off to handle the underground passageways Tarika gathered the force in her hands and sent a devastating force throw into the remaining ranks of soldiers and sent them into the walls, soon as they hit she sent fire balls at them and quickly roasted their remaining soldiers, her work was quick and effective and as the other two scurried off she turned to the guard base and walked calmly toward it, the guards inside were of the kind that were cowards, they had watched the whole time as their brethren were killed off and just remained frozen in place from the fear of having a bunch of rogue storm their compound to take them on.

Once inside the guard building she smirked and then shut the door, once inside screams of pain and agony could be heard to the dim sounds of a lightsaber and Commodore Sadow opened the door and wallked out, she sent a telepathic message to @[member="Lucien Cordel"] asking him to regroup on @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]'s locale once he is done and headed to meet with the cannibal, as she did she looked around the compound and found the stench of dead bodies was already ripe, the death of many is only the beginning her mind had reminded her that it is only the beginning of a career as a military commander and it is only the start to controlling the galaxy...the ultimate end game.

As Tarika walked down the steps and into the underground passageways she peered around and found that Shinju had indeed been at work very well here, she continued to walk when she heard the cannibal, she wasn't used to stealth it appeared and so the Commodore walked up on her and used a force choke on a soldier who snuck up on the cannibal and began to choke him to death You dare shoot someone in the back? You're a disgrace to your own uniform she taunted and then finished killing him with a force choke and looked to @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"] Come, we need to meet up with @[member="Lucien Cordel"].
 

Belle Morte

The Beautiful Death
Character
Belle was on the ground, mostly with her soldiers and going about it. The rage was building in her as she charged after the enemy soldiers. They were so weak and the burning in the back of her skull, a small first from being near Jacen Cavill the Lord Kryptus. He had shown her o Charros how to be angry and now.. Now she moved slashing until another soldier as it built up. Her muscles tense and her anger fueling the shien strikes into the soldiers. She just wanted to make sure this new home was worth it and given her lack of a fleet or full army.This would have to be it, slicing down others for the Commander.
 

Sargon Vynea

Spencer's guard unicorn
Writer
The klaxon was blared through the lower levels of the city as Sargon's troops jogged up through the city. The element of surprise was gone for the invasion but their particular objective wasn't near the active front so the guard might still be light. There was no doubt though troops would be sent here to hold down the communications center and pilots were already on the run towards their ships to get whatever they could off planet. Neither of these things could be allowed the pure cost of this attack demanded that these assets be seized and a strengthened guard would be an impossible objective at this point.

The rear squad had been the heavy weapons squad and without them the entire objective was at risk. He did feel somewhat reassured in that there was simply too many resources and credits in this city to knock it out of the sky. He was more than a bit bitter at the loss of a squad without even a few words of warning was wasteful. It went beyond simple inhumanity, it put their mission at risk which was unacceptable.

The flashing lights left their armor with a dull red sheen the weight of their armor nearly gone at the moment as adrenaline pumped through them. The comms center was five levels above them, and than they needed to move through six floors to reach the top floor of the tower. Once there they'd have control of the docks weapons and shielding at that point the spin-sealed tibanna gas would be secure. At that point they'd just have to hold out without reinforcements and missing their heavy repeaters.

He kept his negative thoughts to himself it didn't help the situations, and there was hopefully a few weapons in the tower itself. Besides they needed to make it that far, or it wouldn't really matter. The plan required speed, but the odds were that if they split down different hallways they could flank any resistance. As such Sargon found himself moving at double time straight at the center with only one other squad when the enemy found them.

They were a dozen at least in a dead run who came out of a side corridor their bodies already moving to turn towards the comms center. They were obviously the first wave of reinforcements for the communications tower, and hadn't expected to see the enemy already here. As such they hesitated in mid-motion the order never got a chance to leave their brain to turn around. Sargon had no hesitation his feet never stopping the forward motion as he raised his rifle, “Squad, fire at will.”

The hail of fire brought death efficiently and quickly. No one pulled a full auto, each rifle shot out a three round burst, more than enough to kill most species. Battle calm had fallen on Sargon his mind cleared of everything but the moment he was in. It allowed to him to think clearly and quickly, he never felt so alive. His eyes caught a single heavy repeater strapped to a woman's back his pace never stopped as he pulled it away from the woman's body. His mind noting her breath coming in small gasps as darkness consumed her.

He didn't give the order to keep moving, he was the Optio and as long as he moved his legionnaires would follow. Pressing on his communicator he radioed in, “Centurion, we've reached alpha. Met some small resistance no casualties, but it was only about a dozen. In good news we did salvage up a repeater.”

“Acknowledged, Optio, proceed into the tower we'll cover your rear.” The Centurion's altered voice came back without a sign of breathlessness. It was an impressive given his race's small size and the weight of heavy command armor.

“Heard we're moving on the objective.” Switching his comm off he signaled the legionnaires forward with a hand gesture. With any luck they could use momentum and surprise to storm the first few levels. Of course he didn't really believe in luck, there was simply what a man did and what he didn't. “We are the tip of the spear, legionnaires, show no mercy and do not hesitate. If it breathes it dies.”
 
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