Lothal Intent - TSE Dom of Lothal

[Darth Carnifex]

A shadow fell over the planet, darkness enveloping the land as the heavens were burst asunder with thunderbursts of destructive energy. Sunburst explosions of viridian energy cascaded over a shimmering field of blue energy protecting a city made up of sparkling white and blue skyscrapers. Fighters screamed through the air, misty contrails streaking through the air as they peppered the ground with concussive laser fire that tore up dirt and stone.

One man watched over the carnage, his highly muscular body swathed in battle armor engraved with the ancient litanies of the Pureblood Sith. He was the Sith Emperor, the Dark Lord of the Sith, and he had come to this world to see it conquered in the name of his Empire.

“Lord General Sacrorum has made planetfall, Supreme Excellency. The assault on the Capital City has commenced.”

He could see it all from his elevated position, the multiple components of the Empire’s wrath encircling the seaside Capital City with well-coordinated and perfectly executed maneuvers. His mind drifted back to the Siege of Commenor, where the Empire had arrayed its armies in a similar manner against a similarly shielded city. This time, however, no one would be coming to Lothal’s aid, he had made sure of it. The local hyperlanes were riddled with gravity mines and patrolled by squadrons of fast-moving frigates and corvettes.

But the Emperor would not be partaking of the attack, he had a greater purpose to fulfill.

“Keep me appraised of Lord Sacrorum’s progress, I make way for the site of the old Alliance temple. Whatever secrets lurk beneath it will soon be mine to control and command.”

The Emperor’s shuttle turned and began to fly across the blood-red sky towards the distant wildlands of Lothal, dark intent burning at its heart.

Objective I Take the Capital City
Once under the control of the First Order, Lothal had managed to slip from its grip following the Ssi-Ruu attack on Dosuun. Sith-Imperial analysts fear that without Imperial oversight, Lothal could become a new haven for anti-Imperial terrorists. The Emperor has decreed that Lothal must not fall into enemy hands and has dispatched the Red Legion and other divisions of the Imperial Legion to pacify the capital city.

Objective II Occupy the Jedi Temple
Though suppressed by the First Order, the site of the ancient Jedi Temple on Lothal has the potential to become a hotbed of Jedi activity now that Imperial control has slipped away. More than that, half-mythical rumors detail that the temple’s site may hold the secret to controlling the universe. To test the veracity of these tales, the Emperor himself has assembled a strike force to secure the ruins for the Sith.

Objective III Aid the First Order
Ever since Dosuun was struck by the Ssi-Ruu, the First Order has been reeling. Dozens of star systems have broken away from their control, leaving only a few pockets left that still fly the red and black thorned halo. While the majority of control has been lost on Lothal, there are still those of the First Order locked in battle against the errant natives. Rush to their aid, we could use their help in re-establishing order on Lothal.

Objective IV BYOO

 

[AMCO]

Objective II: Backseat occultism.
Interacting With: My towering ego.
Post Number I

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Whatever one thought of the Jedi - and the smartly dressed Knight had plenty of complaints to voice, should one see fit to ask - one had to admire the skill with which they had managed to smoothly insert themselves into the landscape. Even knowing where it was, even feeling the distant call of the nexus upon which it sat, one would be hard pressed to see any trace of an entrance.

Of course, such measures would do little to deter the Empire's finest.

Somehow managing to drape himself across the shuttle seat as if it were a lavish throne, Adrian would certainly consider himself amongst those lauded few, at least in terms of raw intellect and sheer mystical potential. Of course, despite a vigorously healthy sense of self-esteem, he was not actually in charge of his current group. That honour instead befell one Inquisitor Hevon, his senior in rank and experience, though not necessarily in power.

The presence he could vaguely feel in the distance, however, operated on another scale entirely. Most would have considered it a cancerous stain upon the Force itself, but to Adrian it spoke of true mastery. Of the Dark Side at its apex. Perhaps one day, he himself would radiate such blasphemous might. For now, at least, he would be quite content to follow in its wake. After all, where the Dark Lord of the Sith went, opportunity was sure to follow.

 

[Krayn]

Objective: 2
Get the Loot

L O T H A L

Memories of this place had played through his mind many times. The rolling grasslands and towering rock formations all making up memories of a past that was not his, or at least not his anymore. He couldn’t know full well if it was the pictures of a mind now broken beneath the dark will of a Master escaped from the galaxy, or projections of another implanted and tortured to assure obedience. He knew one thing for certain, it had began here once though…

Having taken a ship, a small single man fighter to the planet itself the once servant of Sieger had made sure to aid his connections within the Sith Empire. Not all knew of his betrayal of the First Order, less even of his intent with the Order of Ren, yet here he was on a planet that had once housed the pride of a war effort and Sieger’s twisted idea of justice.

The Jedi Temple. He had been there before, during the early years of the First Order’s interests on Lothal. It held secrets that Sieger had always wanted opened, secrets that had remained invisible to him. Would they remain concealed for the God-King, or would the Emperor of the Sith be capable of reaching out and taking them. He was primed to find out, assuring that he would also be able to hunt for his own means…

…For his own sickness.

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective IV: Time to make an entrance​

With: No one yet​

Location: Somewhere on Lothal​

Post: 1​

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Darth Ayesh stood in a small clearing somewhere on Lothal's surface. She had come to this place in an attempt to find some Sith group to reconnect with as they are the only ones who would assist her in her revenge against the galaxy for the monster it had made her. So far it had been futile the First Order had been nothing but knock off sith's who didn't like calling themselves as such. The galaxy was supposed to have so many Sith but for some reason she couldn't find any. She let out a low wail.

But it was only then that she began feeling a lot of dark energies coming. Looking up she saw a number of ships descending perhaps this was the Sith group she had been looking for. She walked over to a small pond of water as she touched it allowing her witch magics to take over it so she could see who this group was. As pictures began playing across the water she saw many Sith following one emperor like lord. A smile touched her lips as she saw this.

Good so there was a group of Sith out there. But now she had to join their ranks and since they were coming here she would go along watching them assisting them in whatever goals they had in this place. Using the witch spell Speed of the Toocha she leaped upon the tree tops jumping from tree to tree never making a sound or breaking a sweat. She then arrived close to the Jedi Temple on the planet noting before it had been of interest of the First Order as well not that she understood why that was.

She sat in a tree not far from the temple not hiding herself or her powers simply watching the Sith going about whatever they were about to do waiting to see what it was before she would perhaps join the party and make herself useful to the empire should they be exactly what she was hoping for and what she need.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] l [member="Adrian Vandiir"] l [member="Krayn Ren"]​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective II - A Trip Down Memory Lane
[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Adrian Vandiir"]

The last time she had actually step foot upon Lothal, the planet had been under the control of the Jedi of the Galactic Alliance. It had been she, her sister, and so many others that had seen to the rebuilding of the Lothal temple following the exodus from the Republic of this modern era. It was supposed to be a safe haven for the Jedi, a place to grow stronger again and assist with the slow healing of the schism of the guardians of the Light. Her sister and the New Jedi Order might not have seen eye to eye, but they had recognized only unity could tip the scales against the One Sith.

So much had changed since those days...

Taeli had revealed her diabolical plot with Darth Carnifex to destroy the Galactic Alliance, with Lothal being subjected to assault by the First Order in the midst of the half of the Jedi turning on their own. The temple had been sacked, as far as Taeli had gathered, occupied by the Knights of Ren for their mysterious master to study. That master was now dead or missing, and the First Order was even now suffering heavy attack by the Ssi-Ruuk Imperium. The reptiles would need to be dealt with before long, but for now... it was time to return to the Lothal temple.

Clearly starting to show signs of her advancing pregnancy, Taeli had accompanied the Emperor in his personal craft, looking out the window at the sweeping plains that were Lothal's most significant feature. Concealed within those grasses were veins upon veins of precious doonium and other materials vital for warships, but it was the tales of something far more ancient that attracted them. She had seen the etchings in the deepest parts of the temple but never had the chance to study them at any length. War had been the main thing for the Jedi, constantly pulling her away from her research, and then her sister had vanished...

"It will be interesting to finally return to this place, my Lord," she muttered softly. "I wonder how the Ren decorated the temple when they took it."

 

[Lark]

Objective I
Nearby: No one right now

I will do what needs to be done.

That was true for all of Lark's personas. No matter what it was he needed to do in order to see his goals realized, he would do it without hesitation. Lark stood on the outskirts of Lothal City, tasked with assisting in the pacification of terrorists and ensuring that the city was controlled by the Sith. A mission Lark was more than happy to carry out. But he had his own distinctive ways of doing things. Depending on the situation, Lark would shift personalities in order to best adapt to whatever situation he found himself in. But over the past two years, he had become to reliant on the powers the Force granted him. He did intend to master the Force, but he needed to ensure he would remain as dangerous without it as he was with it.

So he prepared to tackle the challenge of reclaiming Lothal City, without any of the Sith artifacts he had possessed recently. He would not use the Force, or any benefits it offered him. Fortunately for Lark, he had never considered the Force to be his greatest weapon.

Lark was surrounded by five Lothal terrorists, who had each been tied up by Lark and the Sith soldiers at his command. Lark was dressed in light army gear and simple jeans, bloodied after torturing the terrorists. He was armed with a rifle and a few knives. The terrorists had been beaten and starved, captured before the siege of the city had even begun. Lark paced in front of the terrorists, and began his cruel experiment. "Since the fall of the First Order, you have believed yourselves to be strong. But do not fool yourselves. When the First Order was in power, you didn't strike against them. You hid in the shadows like a frightened mutt, slinking deeper into the darkness whenever the First Order came closer. You deferred to the First Order for so long, you forgot what it was like to be strong and you are shocked to find yourselves adrift."

As he paced, he examined all of the captured terrorists. They were starved, bestial, desperate. And most importantly, compliant. They too would do what needed to be done. "But now, your organization is collapsing, and the bill has come due." Lark dropped three stakes in between the five terrorists, and ordered his soldiers to cut the restraints. "The weak will be expunged," he said calmly, as he pulled a small wooden box from his back pocket. "We will cull the herd."

Lark opened the small box, and flipped a small switch. A sweet tune began playing, and the terrorists began shaking in discomfort. Sometimes classical conditioning was as effective as the Force. The strongest of the terrorists lunged for the stakes, desperately picking up the weapons and turning them on their former compatriots. A large man instantly struck down a woman who was a bit to slow, plunging the stake deep into her neck. "Good. Cull the herd."

Another woman picked up the other two stakes, and threw one into the chest of an advancing combatant. Lark could tell the wound was fatal. He collapsed onto the floor, and the weak fool took the stake out of his chest, which caused him to bleed out quicker. The woman then slit the throat of the remaining unarmed man, who was dead before he hit the ground. "Well done," Lark said encouragingly.

The two remaining terrorists faced each other, only one would walk away from the culling. The man struck first, and the woman quickly ducked underneath his swing and cut the man's ankle, causing him to fall onto one knee. The woman kicked the stake out of his hand, and proceeded to stab him over and over, blood rained from his wounds like a waterfall. His struggling stopped, and the woman left her stake wedged between his shoulder and spine.

"Excellent," he said to the surviving woman. The weak had been culled, and only the strongest survived. It was how things were meant to be, how nature intended for the worlds to work. Lark helped the woman to her feet, she would become the newest member of his squad, conditioned to obey his every word. He turned his attention to the center of Lothal City. Soon, they too would be culled.

 

[Darth Bellum]

K O R _ V E X E N

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Secure Capital City
Making Planetfall

The Lord General had been dispatched to Lothal, tasked with seizing the Capital City and preventing its fall to the enemy. Vexen had already landed his troops, dispatching walkers and artillery to take up positions around the shielded city. Attempts had been made to punch holes through the shields, though little progress had been made in breaching it. From Vexen's post, he observed the city as he held his hands behind his back. Initial attempts to siege the city had been unsuccessful, though it did send a clear message of how much firepower and destruction would befall the city once the shields were brought down. While Vexen had no intention of leveling the city and wiping out its inhabitants, he did a superb job of striking fear into those who had any thought of defying the Sith Empire. Vexen watched as shells rained and disappeared as they came into contact with the shields, whilst his Legionnaires began to break up into smaller squads in the staging area, preparing to breach into the city.

Like the previous battle for Commenor, the shield proved to be a hindrance in taking the city, but there were always ways around a heavily shielded city; specifically via underground tunnels and caves. It was only a matter of time before the recon teams reported back with their findings and infiltration teams were dispatched to disable the shields. Whilst Vexen waited, a thought came to him that would better assist the Sith Empire for future assaults against shielded cities. Much like boarding pods that burrowed through hulls of ships, armored troop transports capable of tunneling under the surface to bypass the shields and offload their troops once inside would prove to be an effective method for future battles. He would be sure to pass these ideas along to Sith Imperial Research and Development to improve the Sith Empire's ever-growing war machine.

Vexen turned to his theater of war, a holoprojector that had been set up that projected a birds eye view of the operation area. His forces had set up an impressive perimeter around the capital, ready to converge and squeeze the morale out of the enemy at any moment of weakness. Any attempt to leave the city or evacuate it was illogical and dangerous; a result of Vexen's thorough set up to cut off escape routes and corner his prey. His Legion was an effective and efficient extension of his own mind and will; being the first to act before the enemy could react was key in staying two steps ahead of one's foe, and Vexen always planned for contingencies which was why he was a feared ground commander. Few maneuvers or strategies took Vexen by surprise with his experience and time in the Galaxy; he had lived long enough to study and experience them.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Events had been set into motion since their encounter on Vjun. The First Order had been assaulted weeks after the mission, and now what was left of the Empire in the West had been all but shattered within a matter of days, he, of course, had heard rumors that what was left of High Command had retreated to some world, of what he would find out soon enough. In the meantime he had retreated with his own group, Civilians and what was left of the First Imperial Navy at least what left with him traveled back to the place he knew best. Mustafar, where he saw the potential to start again, not as the First Order but something more militant, more theocratic to which he soon created the Crimson Hand. First Imperial Influences shaped and molded through the Dark Side alone, as he had begun searching for lost Ren, and have even aided refugees from the collapsing Jen'Ari Empire into his fold.

Now he had come to Lothal, only a couple sectors away from Mustafar, to aid the Sith in handing over jurisdiction from the First Imperials to the Sith Imperials. Kyrel however, had come for different reasons, with enemies surrounded. If the Crimson Hand was to survive, it needed support, not to mention production lines, equipment, weapons, and most of all protection from enemies such as ORC, or the CIC. Even the Alliance in Exile, and that was why Kyrel was here to speak to the Sith Emperor in hopes of gaining his aide. Sitting aboard the shuttle, he was in the company of a Sith Knight, The Emperor himself, and a woman he had only heard of by reputation and connected to the name of a traitor. Taeli Raaf known for her achievement in infiltrating the New Jedi Order and crushing them from within a feat perhaps as great as the late Darth Sidious perhaps. Answering her in particular regarding if there were any redecorations, he spoke the cold metallic tone of his mask filled the tiny space they were in. "We didn't... I killed the Jedi Archivist to gain access to records and knowledge and left it as nothing but a ruin, if you have other plans for it, it should be a sight to behold."

He said, biding his time, waiting to arrive at the temple, as smoke filled the skies. The beloved conquest gained from the end of the Great Galactic War was all for not, and now Kyrel would have to focus on securing the future.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Adrian Vandiir"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"For now, that shall not change. The temple itself is of no consequence to us."

It's the power within that the Emperor coveted if the tales were to be believed, but often they proved to be nothing more than exaggerations and falsehoods. Yet, something nagged at his being, a lingering sense that this was more than just a fabrication.

"Supreme Excellency, we're coming up on the ruins now. Brace for landing."

The shuttle they flew on was designed to handle in strenuous circumstances such as this, even as the air around it bloomed with the detonations of anti-air flak and artillery shells. Down below, the Lothalians had erected defensive works and stationary cannons to defend the site against the Imperials still active on the planet. And from what the Sith Emperor could sense beyond the confines of the shuttle, they were being aided by Alliance-in-Exile officials and Jedi.

Quite a few Jedi, to be exact. Not novices either, battle-born Jedi.

"Belay landing procedures, pilot. Take us above the site at point-five and lower the ramp, steady course."

"As you command, Supreme Excellency."

Attempting to land and fully deploy the shuttle's contingent was too dangerous of a maneuver with several Jedi in the vicinity, the Emperor had seen ships ripped apart with the Force or kept from rising back up into the air. Free-falling down into the battle zone was one of the Empire's protocols when dealing with the Jedi variable. As the shuttle soared over the ruins, the disembarkation ramp was lowered near the back of the hold; wind whipping wildly.

The Emperor, wasting no time, was the first to lunge out of the hold and begin his descent towards the enemy positions below. Falling like a stone, the Emperor ignited his lightsaber and shrouded himself in a bubble of protective energies that would simultaneously soften his fall and pop with enough concussive force to rip heavy inert stones from their resting places.

And when he landed, the others would not be far behind him.

[member="Adrian Vandiir"] | [member="Krayn Ren"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

 

[Dahu Nobis]

Objective I

Among a squadron of dropships that descended upon the capital city, Dahu was readying himself for the upcoming battle. From what the reports detailed, he wasn't really expecting much of an opposition. Especially this soon after the First Order was relieved of control. He, however, still prepared for the worst as his training dictated. Dahu checked his ammo and his rifle fore any discrepancies. As usual, everything was in perfect condition. A trooper was only as good as the gear he carried, anyway.

Dahu's dropship landed and the doors at the sides slid open, allowing him and his squad to jump out. They moved forward towards the perimeter and began to set up shop. Dahu coordinated with his squad to put them in the best positions possible for the assault. The Empire had the capital surrounded. Nothing was getting in or out without their say so. Dahu had his rifle trained on the city and mentally prepared for what was to come.

 

[AMCO]

Objective II: Backseat occultism.
Nearby: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Krayn Ren"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], & [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Post Number II

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Frowning slightly at the sudden surge of impressions rippling through the Force, the young Knight let loose an almost inaudible sigh. Violence. Why did it always have to come down to violence? As necessary as it might be, in certain situations, it was an evil he avoided whenever possible - not necessarily out of any sense of mercy or morality, but rather because the dead were, all in all, a rather useless bunch.

Interrupting his current line of thought, the shuttle shuddered as something struck a wing. Despite a slight tilt and the concerning sound of hopefully nonvital components falling off, the vessel limped its way down, landing a distance from the chaos that had broken out. A dangerous maneuver, perhaps, though much less so with so many of the defenders leaping at the chance to cut the head off the great Sith-Imperial serpent. Leaping at the chance to give their lives for a cause, like any good fanatic would.

Shaking his head in disgust, he unclasped himself from the seat, only halfway paying attention to the orders his superior was doling out.

As the mingling lights of daylight and blasterfire shone in through the opening hatch, Adrian rolled his shoulders, gesturing for his most recent creation to shield his body with its own. Perhaps even here, amongst these doomed few, there would be some worthy of saving. Some worthy of being shown a better, more egocentric, path. He, of course, would be ever so willing to help... though the time for repayment would come. It always did.

 

[Krayn]

The Sith Forces would not be un-opposed advancing upon the Jedi Temple Site it would seem. Return fire had given away the hidden Jedi forces along with their allies from the now Broken Alliance, both had bunkered down in the area clearly taking advantage of the Order’s absence to attempt to resurface the temple and it’s secrets.

Secret’s that should be the Emperor’s and no others. If the Supreme Leader wasn’t able to reveal them how did the Jedi believe that they honestly had a chance? It was laughable.

Having entered the site from a side away from the main Sith advance, Krayn had the ability to get closer unseen then his Sith allies. Watching as the fire continued to impact against the shuttles and ships that had brought the dark side forces to bare he witnessed the God-King himself jump from a shuttle and head downwards into the forces of the Jedi with no thought of his own safety. That is what made him a strong leader, that is why he will win where Sieger failed.

Removing himself from a tree-line the Ren found himself face to face with several alliance soldiers who seemed just as surprised to see him. They went to grab their rifles, but their movements slowed, halted by invisible tendrils that snaked their way out from his outstretched arm. He twisted his grip on the force, bringing the troopers up off the ground, holding them firm like the death roll of a snake before with a clenching fist he squeezed their lives out of them.

They all dropped like heavy sacks, hitting the ground with dull thuds. The noise attracted the attention of several others, who as they turned found a red energy beam cutting through them like butter. He turned and weaved between the soldiers, occasionally when one released a shot he would have to deviate his blade to counter-act and send it into the ground, but with each swing he would add a death to his tally.

~Here is the answer to all our problems~ The words stung in his head. Memories of a now dead force that held him hostage. ~You shall be my first, my own order to bring my will to the galaxy and it is here that you shall bend your knee~

He physically had to grasp at his head now, still protected by the helmet that meant he couldn’t rip his own head open to get the words out. He was paralysed in his own illness as a hum ignited across the area, a green blade answering his red.

“This temple isn’t for you. It belongs to the Jedi.” The newcomer said, lowering his blade in a challenge.

Krayn looked up. His eyes bulging beneath his helmet, spit filling the inside of his mouth piece. “YOU TOOK IT FROM ME! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING!” He yelled, running forward fast and with his blade ready.

[member="Adrian Vandiir"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Objective 2: Occupy
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Adrian Vandiir"] [member="Krayn Ren"]

Lothal.

Ancient Jedi ruins, caked in the rust and dust of time. I don’t remember the Sith Empire taking my former home of Munto Cudro, nor have I returned to see if some dumb rock managed to remain in some potential modicum of being intact. Puzzles of that nature, connections to my past are far from worth the pursuit.

Since Csilla, I feel uncontained and raw. As if the bounds on my conscience were finally eradicated by Australis’ fear and burbling trembling. The man broke. I broke him, and I would do it infinite times to preserve what came to me at the singularity’s end.

I don’t make light my stare at [member="Taeli Raaf"]’s belly, I’ve had enough babies to know how close she is to the birth of her’s. Makes me smile, if I’m honest. Somewhere locked in my past was a history as a midwife, and I keep folding my hands over and over themselves to stop from going over and bringing it up.

The Jedi send a raucous sensation of excitement down my spine, and I shiver. Stand, armour on and weapons ready. I cock my head to the side and watch the love of my life prepare to descend rapidly from above.

“Careful of that baby, Taeli.” A single word I know is redundant to the woman’s own capacity of care, which far exceeds my own. Still, babies… a mother always dives to protect worthy babies.

I run out of the shuttle, without protection or barrier. It doesn’t matter. The war cry blistering through my lips descends with the activated lightsaber in my hands.

A Jedi raises his eyes too late, cut from shoulder blade to spine and writhing on the ground, as I step on his back, then rage into two more close to my beloved.

Krayn rages on, that delicious emotion is almost as pleasant as the weather.

 

[Darth Bellum]

K O R _ V E X E N

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Secure Capital City
Directing Ground Forces

The artillery lines set up around the Capital City continued to hammer into the shields for effect, the constant thundering of shells raining down filling the air. Vexen would stand amidst the command post set up on the outskirts, observing a holotable of the operation area as intel from reconnaissance forces arrived, highlighting points of entry into the city that would bypass the shields via underground tunnels and sewage systems. Infiltration and saboteur squads were being assembled as a vanguard of Scourge and Fang war droids moved into position. A detachment of AT-HE's and AT-MTW's would provide additional firepower and support to the droids that would act as the first wave.

Should the infiltration teams succeed in sabotaging the shield generator in time, the first assault wave of droids would arrive as the shields went down and no apply immediate pressure. If the sabotage operation took longer than expected, the only losses to the Sith forces at present would be expendable droids. Vexen would activate his comms as it was time to put his plans into motion. " Squads deploying via the underground network, prep your men and initiate infiltration and sabotage operations. You are to identify and neutralize the shield protecting Capital City and make way for our troops to enter unhindered. " Vexen would observe as his troops began to mobilize and proceed with operations. Once the report that the shields were neutralized were received, the artillery barrage would be ordered to cease fire to minimize destruction of the city and civilians as well as firing upon his own forces once they've entered.

Vexen would raise a hand to his chin as he observed the holotable, curious as to what opposition might arise from the locals, if any. It did strike Vexen as odd that they did not immediately surrender to the Sith Empire's arrival and instead cower behind a shield without the lack of a weapon to strike back at them. No matter. Whatever situation arose, Vexen would deal with it, and overwhelm any resistance with his troops and tactics. There would be no hand raised against him in his endeavors.

 

[Taru Cadera]

Kao Xusros was one of those trapped inside of the temple when the fighting had started. He however, was not a jedi, and was not alone either. His apprentice, [member="Khali Strahd"] , had joined him, and was somewhere within the Temple's walls. He did not know where, but he knew she would be able to find him. When he had first come to the temple, it had been as a little mission to kill a few jedi and to make off with some artifacts or knowledge. Hi goal was to let off some steam and enjoy himself and his killing. Therefore, he had not shielded his aura from the guards of the temple, instead he had walked inside calmly, and he killed them all. His skill with his twin swords was such, that he was able to bring them to his hands almost as fast as he could blink, and with the Force to augment this faster, including the amulets in each sword's hilt, He was a blur of deadly movement. Going from one area to another, he left behind him bodies hacked in two and stabbed through, enough to fill a small cargo ship. His anger was just. His confusion was great. He did not let these emotions play out onto his face, but internally, he was darkness at its purest. Pure hatred and hell and havoc. A bit of confusion too. But overall, he was enraged. His former emperor having "died"in front of him, he was seemingly lost. With the power which he held, this was not a good day to be his enemy. Or to be near him. Once he thought about it, he didn't remember giving Khali permission to go explore on her own, but he was also not sure if he had let her go to give himself a chance to harness his rage in a more positive way... Killing Jedi.

Halfway into the decapitation of a jedi assailant, he heard and felt the air around him pound out and around him as a multitude of shockwaves went through the Temple. He immediately felt the aura of someone with great connection to the Force, one better connected than himself, at least for the time being. Kao knew that Khali would have to be feeling this, and badly, so he ordered her over comms to take two vials of her medicine thing. He did not know what it was or if it even helped, but it seemed to calm her down around strong Force-Users, so he had let her continue its use. Interestingly, Kao had yet to actually explore the temple for information other than how many organisms were there to kill.

After hearing the commotion outside, Kao Xusros bolstered his might, and brought all of his energy into himself. He let the Force flow straight through him, lifting him up gently off of the floor. He felt the Force channel into his bloodstream, and then pulse through his body form his heart to his extremities. He was prepared for whatever would come, and even if whoever or whatever it was outside was to be more powerful than Kao had expected, then they would be in for a fight. He lit both of his swords alight with pyrokinetics, and began to swing them lightly around in his hands. Eyes facing forwards, body aligned into a unique battle stance which would let him pull some tricks into either sorcery or actual fighting, Kao Xusros stood at the end of a large hallway, the one right in the main entrance. Around him were the bodies of the jedi slain by his very own hands, their blood still dripping off of his blades, but for the most part the blood had flown off during his flurry of attacks. The darkside flowed through him so naturally, that he himself started to steal light from his surroundings, which only made him stand out more as a "bright" contrast to the jedi and their temple. He was the War Mage, and he lived up to that title. Nothing would bring him down, nothing could stop him.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Ahani Zambrano"]
[member="Krayn Ren"]
[member="Adrian Vandiir"]
[member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Khali Strahd]

Khali Was still only an apprentice but her skill and ability would not have betrayed this fact.
She moved through the halls of the temple quietly, though not hiding in the least, her feet simply made no sound as she walked along the halls.
Her daggers glinted dangerously in the light as she walked, holding them at her sides in a relaxed posture.

She had never fought a Jedi before, or even met one, and finding herself alone in an entire temple full of them was nerve-racking for her at first until she actually met her first Jedi. He first stopped her in the hallway with his lightsaber activated, a brilliant blue which greatly contrasted to the red that she was so used to seeing, but what confused her is that he didn't immediately attack but attempted to talk to her first.
He was dressed in simple robes, having discarded his Jedi cloak, and his hair was closely cropped.
He claimed he was a Jedi knight and warned her that she should surrender in order that she might survive.
When she refused to surrender by brandishing her blades he raised his lightsaber in a defensive posture and waited.

She was so confused by this Jedi that she didn't have any words, he wasn't attacking her even though she had clearly denied his demands and declared them enemies, and she was further frustrated because he wasn't making the first move which put her in a dangerous situation of being the attacker.
She brandished her blades which she already had the opportunity to bloody on some non-force sensitive security personnel.
This was so unsettling, and she couldn't sense any anger or hatred in this Jedi, up to now she had only killed soldiers and enemy sith, but this Jedi was so strange.

All this confusion frustrated her, and her frustration sparked to anger, and her anger flared into rage, and her rage became an electrical storm leaping from her fingers to blast the Jedi knight in a devastating attack that destroyed his lightsaber and sent him crashing against the wall down the hall. in her rage she was there in the instant before he fell from the wall while one of her daggers opened the veins in his throat.

He fell without so much as a grunt of pain when he fell to the floor and immediately every drop of blood was ripped from his body.
She left his drained body broken on the floor, but still utterly confused.
The blood she pulled from his body now hovered in rings around her body and streams lead from those rings into her mouth where she drank her fill.
She had gotten better at controlling her abilities, but there are times when she is unprepared that she could lose control.
She could sense every Sith and Jedi in the temple just by the smell of their blood and the force flowing through it.

The blood of the Jedi was different from anything she had ever tasted, in fact as soon as the first drop of his blood touched her lips it was like the feeling she had the very first time her thirst had awoken, but doubled a hundred times over! somehow the texture of the blood was softer, the flavor more heavenly, the neutrience more sharpening and strengthening, the smell more intoxicating.
She finished the blood of the Jedi quickly.

Suddenly there was the tremor in the force of the death of a very powerful force user, she felt it keenly and almost painfully, but with the fresh blood of a pure Jedi coursing through her she could easily handle it, and when [member="Kao Xusros"] warned her over her comlink to drink from her vials to stave off the hunger such a death would inspire she replied calmly, though secretly relieved to hear his voice,

"Master, I felt it but I am fine, thank you. I shall head towards your location."

A Jedi entered the hallway to her left and spotted her standing over another dead Jedi.

"Give me... Fifteen Minutes."

Three more Jedi appeared at his side and they all activated their lightsabers.

"Make that Thirty Minutes."

She signed off her Comlink and glanced at the pouch which held her blood vials, some were empty.
She smiled to herself.

"It would be a crime to waste a single drop of this... Heaven..."

Her eyes turned black and her skin turned pale as she sheathed her daggers and faced her opponents with fang and claw.

"Please... LET ME TASTE IT AGAIN!"

[member="Kor Vexen"]
[member="Ahani Zambrano"]
[member="Krayn Ren"]
[member="Adrian Vandiir"]
[member="Dahu Nobis"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Lark"]
[member="Taeli Raaf"]
[member="Darth Ayesh"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Lothal

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BYOO

Fiolette's body tore through the Lothal grass with ferocity. Malakath had taken it upon himself to train the Admiral. General Capheus Malakath an Epicanthix-Thyrsian who was now part cyborg towered over the Galidraani quite easily. Big meaty arms were quick to strike, his doom-ridden fists missed the agile Admiral as she sprung to her feet. "You were sloppy on Jubilar and if it hadn't been for the ignorant opponents we faced that day you would have been slaughtered so easily." The grass stains and the torn, frayed edges of her black shirt and grey trousers matched the earth ridden trousers that the General wore. The two had been sparring throughout the day, breaking only for water and meditations.

He waited for Fiolette to make her attempts, and with ease, he not only avoided her strikes but countered it. Her jaw felt the impact as it went into her skull, the force of the hit sent her backward once more. The Galidraani's ears rang and she shook it off, spitting blood out onto the grass. She drew in a breath and got back to her feet, "I can do this all day, Malakath, c'mon then."

"I admire your fortitude, but it is reckless, and admittedly you cannot do this all day."

Still, Malakath would entertain this one. He waited for her again, and when she charged again she shifted in her stance. Fiolette went lower than she had before this time her strike made contact. His counter missed, and he wasn't sure if it was the sun or his age that caused it this time. Malakath turned into her fist, she connected with his chin sending his face in the opposite direction. "Ha, ha, now you're getting angry - good."

"You haven't seen anything yet, General."

"Is that so, Admiral?"

A curt nod in his direction and the two charged toward each other once more.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Objective 2: Occupy
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"] [member="Krayn Ren"] [member="Adrian Vandiir"]

Her hand held onto the grip on the shuttle as it flew towards the old Jedi Temple. Perhaps it was true, what may be inside the temple. It was always good to be cautious, prepared, and well planned. On her side was the large two-handed war axe she always had with her. It rested on the ground, ready for her to dive into the combat on the ground below.

The shuttle flew will, despite the anti-air and artillery shells that exploded in the air next to them. They would be jumping from the ship – a free fall into the battle area. She picked her axe up with her hands and followed behind – and jumped. Using the air around her, she made her descent slow once she was close enough to the ground. Likewise, she pulled the Earth from the ground to orbit her 7’ frame. Each piece ready to be shot like a bullet to whomever came close. Or perhaps, used as defense if someone got too close.

The Thyrsian landed in a poof of dust, pulling the axe up so it could block any incoming blaster shots. A Jedi to her left was caught in her vision as he ran with his lightsabor. One rock split in two, quickly repairing itself as Saijo used a single horizontal swing on the Jedi. His body fell in two. Weren’t Jedi supposed to be… Tougher? She thought. A chuckle to herself as she began to move with her loves towards the Temple. To Darth Carnifex’s hopeful prize.

 

[Krayn]

The Jedi before him took steps back as the red bladed lightsaber of the Ren came at him with the ferociousness of an unleashed Rancor. It’s counterpart, a brilliant green managed to come between it and it’s intended target three times as with complete and utter determination in ending the Jedi’s life Krayn rained the blade down upon his enemy.

The Jedi raised his hand, attempted to use the Force to push the Ren away, but he couldn’t get through the defences placed around the Ren by his use of the dark side of the Force. His attack a pitiful display of light side ‘mastery’.

Yet it was in this moment that the Jedi also managed to get his advantage over the wild swing of the Ren. He back-parried and the lightsaber carried upwards and across his chest, only briefly and shallow but enough to cut and cauterise the wound. This caused Krayn to stagger backwards, caught off guard by the pain and the shock of the strike alone. It was a moment of weakness that the Jedi wasn’t going to allow to go unanswered.

Three steps forward saw the Jedi on the attack, his green saber cutting through the air like a green streak towards the Ren, who, despite the pain managed to raise his own saber to deflect the attack to the side with a weak-wristed and utterly awkward block. His own feet staggered backwards through the dirt, sliding as he managed to finally managed to raise a solid block against the rain of blows that had come his way. Their sabres met and crackled in response to the efforts of each to push hard against and hopefully through the defence of the other.

Seeing an opportunity Krayn took his chance, dropping to a knee he risked decapitation by falling beneath the swing of the Jedi’s saber as it came unconnected from his own. The red blade instantly slicing across the front of the Jedi’s knee and bringing him down to the ground where without hesitation Krayn plunged his blade through the Jedi’s chest.

The pain had amplified now, increased beyond an acceptable level and was allowing his body, tainted and exposed to the limiting cruelness of his once masters curse to flow easily to the dark side of the force. His saber swung again, cutting through the body of the Jedi, then again, and again and again. It continued, his barbaric onslaught, defiling the body of his slain foe, his eyes blind behind the hate, his hearing deaf from the internal screaming of his soul.

[member="Saijo Taal-Zambrano"] | [member="Khali Strahd"] | [member="Kao Xusros"] | [member="Ahani Zambrano"] | [member="Adrian Vandiir"] | [member="Darth Ayesh"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Power and fury flowed through his person, suffusing his every move with brutality incomprehensible by mortal means. Unnatural electricity danced across his armored form, thunderclap discharges scattering bodies and burning flesh. With scarlet blade in hand, the Emperor of the Sith went about moving around the battlefield like an avatar of war, destroying all either brave or foolish enough to stand in his path.

Jedi assaulted him, but they were overzealous in their eagerness to right many wrongs inflicted upon the galaxy by this one man. He dispatched them easily enough, decades worth of skill and experience allowing him to rid himself of these nuisances. Briefly did emerald or cerulean clash with his scarlet, but those conflicts were few and far between before the power of the Dark Side of the Force overwhelmed all opposition. The Emperor took no satisfaction in these small minute victories, for he knew that the true strength of the enemy laid beyond these zealot knights.

It didn't take long, however, to cut a bloody path through these mongrels to reach the true heart of the Jedi's intrusion.

Black tattoos marked vibrant forest green skin, covered up by the billowing robes of the counselor. Her gaze was stern at this moment, hazel eyes catching sight of the monolithic Sith Emperor carving a swath of carnage through those she had recruited for this endeavor. She hadn't intended there to be this much fighting, the First Order's weakness seemed such an easy thing to exploit, but the blade of the Dark Side hung precariously over everything in the galaxy it seemed. The titan's armored head turned and paused as it found her eyes, the terrible din of battle fading away as they acknowledged one another across the field.

The scarlet lightsaber was raised, the tip pointed in her direction as a call to challenge.

Her own green saber ignited in response.

[member="Saijo Taal-Zambrano"] | [member="Khali Strahd"] | [member="Kao Xusros"]​

[member="Ahani Zambrano"] | [member="Adrian Vandiir"] | [member="Darth Ayesh"]​

[member="Krayn Ren"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]​