Lothal Intent - TSE Dom of Lothal

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Objective 2: Occupy
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Adrian Vandiir"] [member="Saijo Taal-Zambrano"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

The Light has never been kind to any who attempt to come to its' bower. All submission and sloughing off of the old ways, as if our instincts constantly lead us to a wrongful imprisonment of being. I have never in my near nine hundred years of life been in a situation where the Light spoke to me of Mercy. Nothing but the eternal deprecation of a spotless, underwhelming weightlessness.

Nothing but denial.

These Jedi before us are apostles without the time to scribe their epistles to the sovereign weightlessness of the Light. They will never roil and quake and shout in passions and righteous angers.

They will do nothing but die. I see it. I know because I have seen this copious times through the centuries. The Temple of Lothal will perish. We will win as we have won before. At the end it is my spouses' destiny to make this a fait complis. The lightsaber in my hand drifts to my belt loop. Mostly I forget it's there.

My hand raises, and three of the Jedi quiver. Their bodies jerk and garbled screams die in their mouths. My hand tosses, and they fling onward into other Jedi and shrapnel-like walls. My uncontainable love charges like the tempest itself toward a figure of green skin. It is there I go, grabbing the shrapnel around us and flinging it in kettling motions to force her to move closer and closer to the Dark Lord.

Saijo hurls her axe, the chocolate skinned beauty taking my breath. I know my Thyrsian sister-wife has my back.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Inspire & Terrify
Near: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Adrian Vandiir"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Krayn Ren"]

It was never too late to make up for lost time, above the battle the single Angramar Cathedral ship bearing the symbol of the Sith Magnus spat out a single golden bullet that blazed to the heart of the battle like a falling meteorite. This was Mythos, protected by the Gold Plated Aurodium armor and the repulsor systems inside the milti billion credit super suit. In his back the iconic Axe of Adas and in his hands a massive spear with an even more massive, glorious flag of the Sith Empire.

M.A.R.A.I. The voice inside the suit chimed in as soon as he passed through the clouds, cutting them in half like a heated sword. "Impact countdown. Ten Seconds". Using the HUD System and angling his body Mythos switched his trajectory and aimed landfall in the heat of the battle. As soon as he cut through the clouds you could see her in all her majesty, red and black adorned, riding on the back of a golden comet. The flag of the Sith Empire, the sight of her alone striking fear into the hearts of the enemy and filling our soldiers with bravery and fearlessness.

The enemy opened fire but small arms bounced off the aurodium armor and larger weapons were simply too slow to score a hit on the Sith Meteor coming in hot. Like an expert pilot he waited untill he was a few seconds off the ground and pulled up, flying slightly over the heads of the Sith Imperial forces.

As the Golden Comet flew through the troops and made its way to the front even Mythos could hear the roar, the cheer and the shouts of the Troopers, some raising to touch the flag as it screeched by. It was not long before his eyes caught a glimpse of His Emperors scarlett blade, aiming to arrive near he kicked up his repulsor boots one more time, locked in to an enemy position and dove down with all his might.

It was as if a golden artillery shell dropped, dust and particles were kicked up, a huge smoke screen of debris and body parts were sent all around him, but when the dust cleared the sight was one to behold. The flag stood twelve feet in the air and it made its base clean through the armor of the unfortunate soul manning this machineblaster nest. Around him gore, the impact blast alone made short work of the nearby foes. Leaving the flag in its stable and inspiring base, Mythos removed the Axe of Adas from his back and let out his ancient war shout. It was something along the lines of "For the Emperor" if it broke every vocal chord in your throat.

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective: Watching the Sith as they fight the jedi of the temple​

Location: Lothal, sitting watching them from a rock.​

Watching: [member="Darth Carnifex"] l [member="Taeli Raaf"] l [member="Adrian Vandiir"] l [member="Kyrel Ren"] l​

[member="Krayn Ren"] l [member="Mythos"] l [member="Saijo Taal-Zambrano"] l [member="Ahani Zambrano"]​

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She watched as several dark side users jumped from a shuttle and began challenging the jedi who had come around to try and recover the temple with the fall of the imperials who had originally ruled this world. They cut down the jedi with an ease she hadn't seen since how she had done to those mercenary karkers who had originally killed her clan. She continued watching drawing on some of the darkside pouring out of them to see how much there was and it was short to say intoxicating the levels she could feel.

She smiled more sitting watching them all bathing in the amount of dark side energy being used and created with the death of each jedi. Thinking for a second she reached out with the force and began capturing their souls. Her dathomir magic enrapturing them as their bodies gave away to the party of darksiders cutting them down. Thinking they were safe in the force only to be captured by her so she could use them later to either make something or use them for her own powers.

After all being stuck in a stasis pod for so many years she was still trying to regather her strength and every little bit would help especially if others would just allow them to slip away from their grasp. Then she watched as a golden drop pod came down out of the sky with another dark side user. My my they do like their grand entrances. She thought to herself ruefully smiling as she watched the battle rage on.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective I: The Siege of Lothal City
Gear: Sith-Imperial Cadet Uniform | Lightsaber | Sword of Omens
Flagship: Vengeance | SI-TIE/d Droid Starfighters

[ darkside ]​

Prophets of the Dark side lined the bridge of the star destroyer.

Their haunting incantation was punctuated by the sound of the Sith officers and technicians who were directing the controls of the warship.

The armada of the Immortal Sith Emperor descended through the clouds. The defensive shields of the faltering resistance below were illuminated as bright flashes of turbolaser fire passed as bolts of colored lightning in the sky. The triangular vessel sent a massive shadow over the land below, as the ships settled into the air over the capital city.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] had expressed a desire for Lothal to be made into a more obedient province.

His emperor's command was absolute. And so the kitten was doing his part in carrying out the will of the Sith God-King. A dark cloud of starfighters passed like the coming of locusts. The smell of death was thick upon the air as the triangular shadows appeared, spreading like a bloodstain upon the land as the ships drew closer to the surface.

Those ships which tried to escape from the coming tide of darkness were summarily hunted down. All the while, the young kitten merely observed everything as though it were a game. Life and death merely moves upon a proverbial playing field. Action and re-action. Motivation and desire.

Motivation and fear.

Fear as motivation.

Captain Ghazikhanian strolled over toward where the Academy student was mulling over the prospective board that had been set before him. The child's tail flicked, his ears perked up as the man stooped low to whisper into the kitten's ear. "We've analyzed their capabilities. The shield will be down in moments," the Sith officer announced.

Carter Ghazikhanian was arrogant as only a Sith Imperial had a right to be.

Straightening up, the man added, "We've targeted their command and control center. This battle will be over soon."

"We kill their leaders, we win today. And fight a resistance every day after," Micah mused aloud. The child's tail swished back and forth, as his ears seemed to twitch while the boy brooded over the situation now before them. "Have we identified any of the civilian shelters?" the child inquired innocently.

Captain Ghazikhanian did a double take.

He didn't want to answer, because he already knew what the boy intended.

"Show me."

The heads-up display was overlaid with several icons. A market. A religious icon. A housing neighborhood. "This one," the child ordered, as a clawed finger stabbed up at the housing project.

"Direct our TIEs to level that area of the city."

 

[AMCO]

Objective II: Frontline occultism.
Nearby: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Krayn Ren"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Saijo Taal-Zambrano"], [member="Khali Strahd"], [member="Kao Xusros"], [member="Ahani Zambrano"], [member="Darth Ayesh"], & probably someone I forgot.
Post Number III

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It was chaos. Complete and utter chaos. The Jedi were indeed drawn to the Emperor like fireflies to a roaring pyre, just as he had hoped, but instead of a clear path to the temple, the situation had... devolved. The Jedi still held firm around that strange rock formation which was his destination, except now most of their kind were dispersed around the field of battle, engaged in smaller skirmishes and the occasional duel.

As luck would have it, his fellow Sith provided enough distraction for him to slither through the lines largely unimpeded; luck, however, could only take one so far, and he was no assassin. With a flicker of blue and a soft hiss, an azure blade ignited to block his path. Holding the blade was an elderly humanoid, a long but skin-deep gash across his robed chest. His were not the eyes of the fanatic, but the tired soldier. A veteran of countless battles, a man whose ideals remained firm even as the galaxy burned. "Stand down, boy. Even you can find redemption." A flicker of disgust mixed with tired sorrow crossing his features, he shook his head slowly. "Even after what you've done to yourself, body and soul."

Will reaching ever so subtly outwards as he adopted a faux smile, Adrian tilted his head slightly. "The same could be said for you, old man. It is not too late to cast off your chains. To live for yourself, not some... quaint ideals." Calm eyes filling with an almost apologetic resolve, the man's body tensed. battle-scarred form prepared for yet another fight. "If that is your choice, then so be it. Only you can ..."

From beneath, the earth shifted suddenly, pulling him down to the ankles, rooting him in place. Even as he was pulled downward, decades of experience made him fling his lightsaber in a deadly arc scant few instants after Adrian made his move.

Face contorting in sudden fear, the Sorcerer threw his hands upwards, abandoning his duplicity in order to throw the full force of his will at his impending doom. Even with his will focused in its entirety, fuelled by the overwhelming fear he now felt, the lightsaber slowly pushed its way through the air. He could not move a muscle, could not spare an ounce of will, could do nothing but to watch his coming death. Could do nothing but face the judgement of those old, hateless eyes.

From behind, a furious battlecry sounded as his one of his creations charged forward, fuelled by a mixture of blind obedience and mindless fury. Heedless of its own safety, its own life, the vaguely humanoid-looking thing flung itself at the Jedi, forcing him to divert some of his formidable willpower into a blast of raw force that flung it backwards, out of Adrian's field of view. As openings went, it was brief, but it was enough. With one last desperate push, fuelled by emotion in its most primal form, the blade shot across the field, tearing through its master with ruthless finality. As Adrian fell to his knees, panting heavily, a calm long-deserved overtook those old eyes.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective II - A Trip Down Memory Lane
[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Adrian Vandiir"] [member="Krayn Ren"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"] [member="Kao Xusros"] [member="Khali Strahd"] [member="Saijo Taal-Zambrano"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Darth Ayesh"]

An eyebrow arched as the Dark Lord and the others in their entourage all exited the shuttle while it was still in flight. Did the Emperor really think someone in her condition was going to jump from the boarding ramp of a ship to the ground below and immediately start slaughtering Jedi that were squatting in the temple? Honestly, that man really could be clueless when the promise of blood and power were too strong for him to resist. She certainly was not going to risk her precious soon to be born daughter.

The flak fired continued, but with the Dark Lord and the other Sith on the ground, it was veering away from the maelstrom of death below. Drawing on her powers of the dark side, she decided not to take the direct approach as the Emperor had. Dissipating into a dark purple mist, she transported herself from the shuttle, gliding through the currents of the Force to the surface below. She had walked and ridden across these plains before. She knew the way to the world that the Force had such an interest in.

Reforming from the dark mist at the very edge of the engagement, she would not rush into battle as the others were. She would hold back and not join in the carnage. Appreciate it? Yes. Perhaps see if their were any survivors that could be spirited away for experiments? Of course. But fight and risk her offspring? No.

The Emperor would need her before the end of the day if he desired to unlock the deepest secrets of the temple. He would need someone who knew the Jedi ways, who had walked and studied and fought beside them. Someone who understood the underlying philosophy of this temple... balance.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Objective 2: Occupy
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Adrian Vandiir"] | [member="Ahani Zambrano"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | Anyone else!

The Jedi scum who lived in the temple slowly succumbed to their deaths. Whether it be through foolish fits of rage, as if somehow one or even 50, or perhaps even 100 could down The Dark Lord. She nearly chuckled as she watched her husband slaughter the Jedi that went for him. Her well trained eyes watched for any surprise threats to her, but also to her other love, Ahani.

Her beautiful sister-wife, her best friend. She made sure to keep a careful eye on her. She was strong, powerful, but that made Saijo no less worry for her.

The rocks orbited her body, Saijo using the Force to sharpen some into razer blade sharp daggers. Easy entrance and exit. Recycling the valuable rock that protected and fought for her. She moved forward gracefully as she held her ace, ready to dice and slash any Jedi that came near her. Seeing a couple Jedi coming up to her right, heading towards Ahani – she caught them with the water in their blood. And like puppets, they sliced each others heads off.

Saijo shook her head with a small chuckle as her graceful body continued forward. Truly, sad. What a waste of life that could be used for more nefarious purposes. Perhaps for Taeli’s experiments. Or to be used in learning institutions. Or a variety of other applications. Ah, oh well. There would be plenty more for such.

Either way, she followed Darth Carnifex’s lead as they made their way to the Temple – slicing, dicing, and otherwise using the Force to end the Jedi’s life.

 

[Darth Bellum]

K O R _ V E X E N

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Secure Capital City
Directing his Forces

Vexen patiently waited as his troops began their infiltration operations of the city, starting to pump their numbers into the numerous tunnels they've identified that led into the city. Legionnaires moved in small squads as he observed their progress via his holotable. Star Destroyers were making their way into the airspace, likely ready to deploy aerial support once the city shields went down. This made Vexen's assault all the more critical in proceeding with the operation. The grip around the city would begin to slowly tighten, as his advance forces began of droids and armor support marched on the city. They would encounter few skirmishes along the way as resistance forces attempted to deploy guerilla tactics against his droids. Some would be successful in taking his droids down, but their sheer numbers were hardly something to feel accomplished in barely scratching.

Minor instances of resistance were encountered in the tunnels, though it didn't seem the enemy was expecting them to be utilized. The minor resistance encountered in the underground network would be quickly overwhelmed by the superior training and equipment of his Legionnaires as they breached the perimeter of the city and began to approach the city's power grid and shield generator. It was only a matter of time before both would fall and the city would fall into disarray and chaos once their 'unbreakable' shield fell. Once Vexen received this information he would turn to his comms as he began to order the mobilization of the Legionnaires that were assembling to advance after the initial droid assault - The Red Legion was ready to deploy.

" Send the Ravager Batallion out. Hunt down any forces that might attempt to thin out our numbers. "

Vexen would watch as several platoons of his Dragoons took off from the ground, launching themselves into the air before flying off to assist the droid forces as the rest of his Legionnaires began to advance. The Ravager Batallion, comprised of the best that the Legion had to offer, was his personal unit, and as such were expected to swing crippling blows to the enemy as his shock troopers. They would dismantle any and all resistance they encountered, using their superior mobility and equipment to swiftly neutralize enemy troops. Vexen would order the halt of artillery barrages on the city shield as the guns fell silent. For a brief moment, the shield was untouched; the next moment the shield would power down, along with much of the power across the entire city as his infiltration troops succeeded in their operation. The city was now vulnerable to attack as his advance forces breached the city's streets and began to take it by storm.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Crimson energy flashed through the air, cleanly slicing through a part of the ruinous structure that remained standing. The halved molten stone clattered to the ground with a heavy sizzling thud, a small happening that was immediately overshadowed by the calamitous battle that raged around it. A scarlet blade of energy lashed out at one of crackling emerald, clashing violently as the wielders of such weapons danced an intrinsic dance across the scattered ruins of the ancient Jedi Temple. Sith and Jedi, locked in an eternal struggle for dominance of the galaxy's future, now distilled into a single skirmish by which the mettle of their ideology may be tested in a trial of might and will.

The Sith Emperor advanced, his power radiating out from him like heat from an open furnace. His strikes were powerful and brutal, easily cleaving apart stone and earth whenever his smaller opponent pivoted out of harm's way at the last second. The Jedi, on the other hand, was not prepared to engage such a terrifying foe. His weapon alone afforded him a reach so long that she found it difficult to even get close enough to retaliate, so she instead stayed on the defensive and dodged his attacks as they came.

Her only offensive tactic was to pry loose rocks and other debris from the temple grounds and hurl them at him, hoping to batter him down from a distance. And while some did strike him, he did not appear to be encumbered by them in any way, shrugging off her attacks with a casualness that seemed unreal and impossible. But if the stories about the Sith Emperor were to be believed, then this was merely par for the course. So, instead she sought to radio in back-up to overwhelm him with numbers, and while many of her allies were bogged down in their own fights there were some who came to her aid.

Blaster bolts ricocheted off of his armored form, some of them bouncing back right into the soldiers that had loosed them. Those that weren't dispatched by their own hand suffered an even crueler fate as their bodies rose into the air and were violently contorted into agonizing shapes, their bones easily broken by the invisible hands that accosted them. When Jedi came to the master's aid, they lasted a little longer than the soldiers as the Sith Emperor quickly dispatched them. He pulled them close with his mastery of the Force, even yanking their lightsabers right out of their hands at times, and then cleaving their bodies in twain with a single stroke of his mighty blade.

Some were smarter and stayed at distance, but not even that could save them as the Emperor unleashed a massive torrent of dark energy and electricity that cascaded outwards in a flat disk from the center of his being. Everything in a ten-meter vicinity was obliterated by his hate, blown back and smashed against the ground and standing ruins with hurricane force. Again, all that remained was the Emperor and the Mirialan Jedi Master, for she alone had been spared the Emperor's fury.

"A worthy effort," the Emperor acknowledged, "But it is ultimately futile. Death will come swiftly if you submit." By the look in her eyes and the unwavering determination in her body language, he suspected that they would have to go the hard way about this.

"Very well."

[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"]​

 

[AMCO]

Objective II: Frontline occultism.
Nearby: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Krayn Ren"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Saijo Taal-Zambrano"], [member="Khali Strahd"], [member="Kao Xusros"], [member="Ahani Zambrano"], [member="Darth Ayesh"], & probably someone I forgot.
Post Number IV

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The ground was tilting at an impossible angle, shadowy forms running up and down the edges of his blurred vision. A bone-deep weariness overwhelmed him, the unmistakable feeling of having grossly overextended one's mastery of the Force. A feeling that was unfamiliar, strange even, to someone who had so often shunned the field of battle like the plague.

With a gruesome crunch, something landed above him. No, in front of him. Pulling himself back to reality, he found himself staring directly at a corpse charged beyond recognition - except, that is, for the wrecked lightsaber in its hand. Jedi. Emperor's balls, he needed to get out of here.

Dragging himself to his knees, then his feet, he staggered backwards, eyes raking desperately outward for a break in the fighting. Almost as an afterthought, a quick gesture from a shaking hand brought to him the lightsaber of the Jedi Master he had so recently slain through luck alone. Stumbling in the direction of what appeared to be some of his fellow Sith pressing the advantage, the young Knight did his damndest to force his numbed mind to relive memories both wonderful and horrible, did everything in his power to dig up every scrap of fuel for the sputtering flame that was his energy reserves.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

The more death round us, the more Sith and our destructive energies about, the more the fog clears. My mind is alive, blissful and uncontained by the fetters of my madness.

My lightsaber clatters to the ground, and I think I kick it… not that…

“Aha! Ah… what a lovely place... I think I've been here once... did it used to be a Temple?” My husband is warm, his aura like lava on my skin and the stones thrown catch my attention. “Ammunition.”

My shoulder feels the burn of a strike across it. A face I will never see, a voice I won’t hear for the gurgle as my hand reaches out and grabs the person’s throat. It crushes in my fingers, but I take no comfort in its’ death… for my love has roared with power never ceasing.

He holds the Master in his hand, everything else dead. I trot over, my shoulder stinging, and grin. “Kaine… may I?”

A loose smile, out of blood spattered lips. “It’s been ages since I’ve cracked open a Mirialan and I'm almost bored.”

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

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Adrian Vandiir"] | [member="Darth Ayesh"]​

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

 

[Krayn]

He continued his way. Injuries, while apparent would not stop him, not against such feeble foes. Several more Alliance guard had fallen at his hand, be it by swing of lightsaber or the aggressive and silent touch of manipulated force, each adding a toll to his steak as he headed ever more towards the centre of the area that surrounded the Jedi Temple. Another Jedi had also met a similar fate to the last, cleaved open from chest to abdomen by the Ren’s advance, yet it was not enough to sate his thirst for pain, suffering and death.

The voice in his head was growing stronger, more aggressive as the temple grew nearer. This place bore a strange yet strong connection with him and his past, being instrumental in his bond with his former master, it is why he was here, for within the depths of this temple there would be answers to his plight. A way out from the plague that filled his mind.

He finally closed in on the Sith location, hearing the screams of slaughtered Jedi and alliance soldiers. Silent scream not heard by the ears of the living but rather the rends of dark energy through the force, each a monument to where one had given their lives to the immaterialum. He witnessed the challenge of a final lone survivor, the acceptance of an Emperor and he saw power manifold within this avatar of the dark side.

He saw strength beyond his expectation and most of all he saw promise of a future.

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

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective I: The Siege of Lothal City
Gear: Sith-Imperial Cadet Uniform | Lightsaber | Sword of Omens
Flagship: Vengeance | SI-TIE/d Droid Starfighters

[ darkside ]​

"The shield is down. Repeat. The shield is down."

The boy's cat-like ears perked up atop his head. Behind him, his tail gave a mischievous flick, even as a slow, Cheshire Cat grin spread across his face.

Behind him, he heard Captain Ghazikhanian's voice state, "Excellent. Launch our fighters."

Holding up his datapad, the small Cathar turned his attention to the holographic display of the topography of the operation area that they had defined. It was roughly seven city blocks that had been designated as a strike zone. The location of [member="Kor Vexen"] and other friendly forces were carefully tracked, with the boundaries of the active hot zones altered so to eliminate any risk of friendly fire.

As the boy worked, various locations were highlighted as either designated target or put on the no-strike list. There was a Game Go. That was definitely going on the no-strike list. He would want to investigate that for himself later. A MedCenter? The resistance was likely to try and shelter there on some misguided belief that it was sanctuary by virtue of its history of use as a hospital. That line of thought suggested a level of restraint that worked against the point of subjecting Lothal to abject terror, so the hospital promptly went on the designated target list.

That left a toy store -- definitely no-strike list -- and then there was a bakery.

The boy just blinked. "What's this?" the kitten asked aloud.

The large frame of Carter Ghazikhanian passed over top of the Cathar, as the man leaned in to read over the boy's shoulder. "It's a bakery," the man uttered shortly. "What of it?"

The boy's tail flicked. His head bobbed from side to side, as he rolled his eyes. "Well, duh, I can read," the youngling tossed back, before asking, "But are we talking more, like, bread bakery or more like a cake and cookies type place?"

The Sith Imperial officer was speechless. When he had recovered, the man could only manage, "Why is this even relevant?"

Now it was the kitten's turn to be stunned speechless. Relevant? Cake versus bread? Was this a question? "How isn't it relevant?" the boy quipped back, before he went back to musing over the list in his hands. Then, he just added the bakery to the no-strike list.

"Oh, well, I suppose if it turns out to be more of a bread place that we can always feed it to the stormtroopers."

 

[Darth Ledgermayne]

Objective II: Clean up crew
Tags: [member="Adrian Vandiir"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"] [member="Krayn Ren"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Darth Ayesh"] [member="Mythos"]
Post 1, Entry

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Late into conflict with a Red lightsaber drawn. Adorned with a black and red sith runed robe that covered most bodily features. It was the only article of clothing the crystalline man wore. Naturally being armored he did not worry about the threat of danger often. Yes it was true a lightsaber could indeed violate his form. super-heating its structure and seperateing it into two. But Ledgermayne and Dark lord of the Sith would not allow any man, be it Jedi or Sith in combat to get that close. The front exterior of the temple was in shamble just from the extent of power that ricocheted and blasted from the Sith forces alone. The sith had yet to truly engage and take the establishment by storm.

The Jedi were very resourceful and resilient. No doubt they were ready for a attack. But the might of the Sith Empire? Spear headed with the the Immortal Sith Emperor, [member="Darth Carnifex"] himself? Oh no, They were not prepared. Two blue crystal eyes watched the battle unfold and from Ledgermaynes sight he could see this. Twisted energy surged and morphed across the Emperors entire being in a display of inherent darkside power. Even scores of Jedi could not take him down. The man was a juggernaut. Nearby was assuringly the Emperors pupil. A woman ([member="Ahani Zambrano"]) that seemed to mirror the emperor in cunning and savagery. Such passion and fire.

Another instance. A warrior([member="Saijo Taal-Zambrano"]) danced with her blades. Carving her enemies with a eloquant grace. It was akin to watching art unfold before his very eyes. How smooth her body flowed and transitioned her weapons into her enemies. There was no noted hesitation or conflict in the actions nor was there difficultly in the strike themselves. All were precision based. Clean cuts. Another instance Ledgermayne noted seeing none other than [member="Taeli Raaf"] herself arrived by shuttle but somehow her figure had then escaped his sight. Where ever she had gone to, the poor souls that she was fated to meet were doomed.

Then there was the young man. It was believed to be [member="Adrian Vandiir"]. A prodigy of sorts in regard to force ability and power. Though this was not his only pillar that held him up! The young mans witts guided every extent of his power. Tactics. The Crystalline sith lord leaned his head in with interest observing Adrians battle with a aged and elderly man. He did not interrupt the engagement, oh no. Ledgermayne was also engaged in battle himself but did not need to worry as other humaniods did. Naturally being immune to blaster fire secured his position. Jedi who approached were simply parried or evaded and then knocked out with a single whip of his lightsaber hilt. The survivors he would use later. Because of this only glimpses were observed of the Sith knights battle, But what Ledgermayne saw now intrigued him.

Victory, by the skin of his teeth. Delivering a solid punch into a jedis stomach and tossing him aside with the force Ledgermayne approached. Blue eyes glinted in Lothals light and the red crystalline texture of his body reflected fractals. A never ending void of red in the shape of a man. The young man was not hard to catch up to. Extending a solitary hand Ledgermayne reached to touch the back shoulder of [member="Adrian Vandiir"]. Darkside energy bubbled and toiled waiting to be exploited and used. With each passing moment the aura around the Sith Lord grew cold and this cold would teem on Adrians being reaching inward if fully accepted. Like a wind it would pass through igniting his flame and birth a fire within him that would complete restore his force energy. The power of a Dark lord infused into another, It would empower him. He would feel it.

Enhance him further than he knew... If he allowed it.

" The Empire, the Sith and your Emperor depend on you. We shall press forward! " Ledgermayne said stern and eagerly awaiting.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Objective 2: Occupy
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Adrian Vandiir"] | [member="Ahani Zambrano"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Ledgermayne"] | Anyone else!

The purge of the Jedi at the temple was almost complete. She watched as the men and women of the Light succumbed to death – either through Ahani, Darth Carnifex, or the other wonderful Sith Warriors. A battle hardy people that all should tremble before. And if they did not do so willingly, then they would do so by force. Under their boots, they will fall.

Saijo looks to Ahani and Carnifex, her tall body gracefully moving towards them. None were left, save the Master Jedi that Ahani clearly wanted to end. Saijo took a pause, looking at her shoulder where a wound had been created. “Love, you need a medic,” she mentioned softly as she ripped some cloth from her own tribal clothing and placing it over the wound to help stop any bleeding.

“I say, allow her to snuff the life out of the last remaining Jedi here,” she said casually as she ensured the wound was okay. It was only justice - the Jedi had injured their sweet, and so their sweet deserved to show them what bitter was like. She gave a nod to Adrian and Ledgermayne, as she watched him hopefully give him the energy to continue forward. Soon, they would enter the great temple and find its secrets. There, they will hopefully find their goal. All in a days work, really.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The ensuing fight was short but brutal.

By the end of it, the Mirialan had been deprived of one arm just below the elbow and driven her to her knees by a painfully timed kick to the abdomen. Conversely, the Sith Emperor looked little worse for wear, his armor marked by several shallow cuts that still smoldered and sparked. Bereft of breath and beaten, the Jedi could do little to prevent the Emperor from sending her sprawling with another kick, planting his heavy boot on her stomach to keep her pinned shortly after.

"A pity. Will only Starchaser and Heavenshield give me a challenge?"

She did not reply, nor did he give her an opportunity to. Carnifex reached down and wrapped his large calloused fingers around her neck, squeezing it to choke off any retort as he lifted her up into the air and held here there. It was at that moment that his wives, Ahani and Saijo, came on the scene of his disappointing triumph, both hungry for a slow violent end to the Jedi's life.

"Very well, do with her as you wish."

He relinquished his grip, letting the woman fall down to the hard ground in a crumpled pile.

[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"]​

 

[Mythos]

Objective: II Oblitherate The Defences.

As soon as he landed his area of effect blast gave Mythos a second to adjust the systems of the suit to his enviorment, grab his lightsaber and Axe from his back rush into battle after the blue plasma of jedi lightsabers. Yet not before replacing one battery of his suit giving him fifty percent energy on his suit.

As he took the powercell of his suit and replaced it an enemy took notice of his position and by the time he was done a single robed figure emerged from the ashes weilding a blue lightsaber and revealing the tentacles of a Nautolan escaping the shadow of his cowl. The simple garment draped tightly over his muscled body that stood relaxed in the Ataru form.

Mythos smiled under his helmet and slowly released the gas pressure around his neck allowing him to remove it, revealing his long golden hair, his locks adorned with gold aurodium bands and jewels. His lips twisted in a vile smirk as his eyes seemed to penetrate trough the shadow beneath the cowl of his enemy. His face wore scars like trophies of past battles, his eyes burned with the fire that rivaled that of his youth.

"Go on then. Be the next victory in my legend, be another in the long line of monsters I have slain."

As he spoke, the hidden threat behind him revealed itself, a green lightsaber in the sky, an ambush. It was not the first time he had seen this Jedi tactic, still to this day a move he considered disgraceful. His eyes narrowed as he prepared to move, he let the lightsaber fall upon the broad base of his aroudim plated shoulder and shifted the weight of his body. The impact of the clash sending sparks across the hole made by his fall. As the second jedi fell he chopped hard behind the elbow that held the lightsaber, breaking its arm and dropping the saber to the ground. Then with his free hand he struck the jedi in the face with the Axe of Adas, splitting it in two.

Without a moment to rest or think the Nautolan dashed and exectued a horizontal slash just as he had finished dealing with the first one. Mythos gave him his back and let the lightsaber ding off the strong and thick plating of his armor. He imagined the expression of the doomed jedi, knowing at that moment the mistake would cost him his life.

He turned around and gazed upon his foe expecting a face contorted in fear and despair but instead he found his expression calm amd stoic. Mythos' eyes glowed in a blinding yellow light as he killed his foe with the power of deadly sight, his enemy becoming ash and then spreading across the battlefield mixed with the dust and debris.

 

[Darth Bellum]

K O R _ V E X E N

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Secure Capital City
Hammer the nails into the coffin

Vexen observed several helmet cam feeds streaming from the front line, taken from the helmets of his troops in the Ravager Battallion. He monitored their progress and maneuvers to observe the movement and attack patterns of the resistance. After he watched the Star Destroyer overhead begin deploying fighters upon the city, it would give local resistance forces more reason to try and resist the Sith Empire's control and observing the tactics of potential threats in the future would simply result in a swift execution of them once the need arose. No one raising a weapon to the Sith Empire would be flagged as a hostile and would be left alone by both the droid and Legion forces entering the city. Vexen would raise a hand to his helmet as he observed in silence, watching his soldiers and droids gun down anyone with brutal efficiency and without mercy. He sighed as he would inevitably have to spend the next few months to stomping out these rebel elements and any opposition with his precious time and resources.

As Vexen continued to watch from his command post, several members of the local resistance would be making their way into their established base. Rather than try to directly confront the Sith Empire's army and its elite forces, they attempted the next best thing; take out the enemy commander directing the siege. A small group of four men and women would stealthily make their way towards the command post, avoiding patrols and guards while quietly dispatching those they couldn't avoid by snapping necks and using vibroknives. They would eventually reach the command tent that was a temporary installment for the siege, taking out the guards before dragging them out of view. They would eventually make their way in to find Vexen with his back turned to all of them. The sounds of blasters warming up could be heard as Vexen seemed to perk up at the sound, turning his head slightly to the side to watch as he was slowly getting surrounded. His vocoded voice would be the first to break the silence.

" Taking a small elite force to infiltrate the enemy's base of operation and go for the enemy commander. A commendable effort but also a foolish and vain attempt. And also extremely predictable... " As Vexen was about to continue, one of the men would open fire on him with their blaster. The shots raced towards Vexen before hitting an invisible barrier, fizzling out of existence as his personal shield absorbed the energy. Vexen would turn to the man who opened fire on him, seemingly unimpressed and in a somewhat irritable mood. He would raise a hand up as he reached out with the Force, grabbing the man by the throat as he lifted the poor soul off the ground, choking him. The other three would open fire on Vexen in an attempt to save their comrade, but to no avail. The shield held until Vexen decided to simply snap the man's neck, tossing the lifeless corpse to the ground unceremoniously before turning to face the other three, raising both his hands up as two more of them were plucked off the ground by invisible hands. A few moments later, they would fly at Vexen, both now having their faces grasped in his steel cold grip as his forearms began to glow with a malicious purple. " You'll forgive me for my actions. I am in somewhat of a sour mood. "

A brief moment later, powerful electric currents would course through his arms and hands, electrocuting and cooking the poor man and woman who had been caught in his grasp before he let go and had their bodies drop, smoke rising from their bodies as he looked up at the final remaining member. The woman was disciplined, retaining her composure despite watching three of her comrades whom she likely spent years with get killed in the blink of an eye. They had failed in their mission, and there was no chance for her to run, so she simply raised her blaster and attempted to empty it into Vexen. Blaster bolts would ping off his shields as he slowly walked towards her, approaching like imminent death. Once he got into arm's reach he would swat the blaster rifle out of the woman's hand with a backhand before reaching out to grab the woman by the throat, lifting her off the ground. If anything, this woman would provide him with additional information regarding the resistance forces on Lothal. His helmet would hiss and click as two plates slid away to reveal his cheeks, the Anzati letting loose his probescis as they began to snake their way to the woman's face. The last thing she would see with abject horror permanently on her face.

Several Legionnaires would make their way to the command tent after hearing blaster fire, weapons raised to see Vexen with his back turned to them. A few moments later, the lifeless body, or a husk of what remained of the woman was tossed to the ground as Vexen tilted his head up, sifting through the memories of the woman he just feasted off of, setting aside that knowledge for the future. His helmet would seal up as he turned to face the Legionnaires who lowered their weapons immediately and bowed their heads. They said nothing as they were fully aware how Vexen hated excuses. At least by holding their tongues their lives would be spared for their negligence in arriving sooner. He would dismiss them with a wave of his hand as he leaned over the holotable, gripping its edges as he returned to what he was doing originally, observing the resistance tactics with newfound knowledge to compare to.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective II - A Trip Down Memory Lane
[member="Darth Carnifex"] @Mythos @Saijo Taal-Zambrano @Ledgermayne @Krayn Ren [member="Ahani Zambrano"] [member="Adrian Vandiir"] [member="Darth Ayesh"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Kao Xusros"] [member="Khali Strahd"]

It had been foolhardy of the Jedi to attempt to reclaim the temple, and even more so to challenge the Emperor. Sticking to the sidelines, not even igniting her lightsaber or conjuring a spell, Taeli had watched the carnage unfold and the fight between Kaine and his challenger. She had recognized the Jedi that fought the Emperor, one of Coren's Shattered Order that Taeli and her followers had been unable to corrupt before the fall of the Alliance. Kaine's wives likely had ideas for the Mirialian.

"While this has been an interesting exercise, this is not the reason we have come to this place," she muttered, stepping lightly over corpses and pools of blood towards the Zambranos. "My Lord, destiny awaits inside."

The others might be here to conquer or plunder, but Taeli was not interested in that. No, they needed to plunge deep into the temple. The gaze from the Mirialian, so full of hate for the Betrayer, took on a worried cast as she knew that Taeli was aware of why the Jedi had come back to this place. The ancient secrets had to be protected from the Sith... and the Jedi had failed. All that remained would be the tests the temple itself would set before them once they began to delve into its depths.

 

[AMCO]

Objective II: Frontline occultism.
Nearby: [member="Ledgermayne"], [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Krayn Ren"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Saijo Taal-Zambrano"], [member="Khali Strahd"], [member="Kao Xusros"], [member="Ahani Zambrano"], [member="Darth Ayesh"], & probably someone I forgot.
Post Number V

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As an unseen hand touched his shoulder, Adrian felt an aching chill pour through the connection. This was not a mere physical cold, however, but a spiritual one. The harsh void the Dark Side leaves behind... and that precipitates its sometimes chaotic surges. He could have resisted it, could have pushed it back, even in his weakened form. It was after all no attack, but a gift of sorts. In his experience, power never came without a price... but that price was almost always worth it.

Power, cold and pure, flowing through him once more, he could feel his passion roaring, the soundless hum of gathering power clear as his day to his Force-given senses. Inhaling softly, solitary sparks of cerulean lightning dancing erratically across his forms, a familiar smile spread across his lips. It was an amiable thing, yet twisted somehow by their surroundings and even more so my the gleam of orange in his eyes.

Turning towards the crystalline Sith Lord - and he was a Lord, of that he was sure - Adrian nodded as respectfully as the situation allowed before turning towards his destination. Their destination. What this battle had all been about. Tilting his head, he regarded the lone monolith of nature, now scarred by the wounds of battle. "So we shall, a wave of Darkness to sweep away the Light." Pursuing his lips slightly, he nodded ever so slightly, as if listening to an inaudible tune. "This is more than an obstacle, however, is it not? The Jedi have left their mark, have died to keep it out of Sith hands... but power calls to power." Smile turning glacial, he shrugged. "Besides, a mere obstacle could have been sterilised from orbit. An enemy incapable of protecting themselves from such a fate would be unworthy of a fair fight."