Moross Crusade Dominion of Yuuzhan'tar

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The technobeast breached the outer hull of the ship in an instant, even against the mightiest of Yuuzhan Vong warriors the huge machines seemed to slaughter their way through the ship.

It was an impressive, albeit brutal sight. Blood and gore lined the walls, filth and death were reaped in swaths all around Soliael as he stepped into the ships hallways. His lips turned down into a frown as the smell of already decaying Yuuzhan Vong caught in his nose. Behind the corner he could hear the Vali slaughtering their way through the enemy troops. Shouts of anger and rage could be heard as the Vong hurled insults at the technological monsters that slaughtered them.

One of the Vali turned around and faced Soliael.

“Find the bridge of this vessel. I have an idea.” He smirked slightly.

The Moross fleet couldn't get close to the Planet, at least not yet, but this ship could.

 

[Vascious Relens]

[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]With Duvain moving to engage the mysterious hooded figure, Vascious could again refocus on the ridge that Siara had commanded Ashra'syle'nuruodo to take. They hadn't quite made it to the thick of the fighting, but Vong were getting through their hastily deployed lines via their sheer numbers. That was unfortunately the cost of being the first boots on the ground. If you weren't [/SIZE]surrounded[SIZE=14.4444446563721px], then you must had been lost. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]Kassandra was naturally doing an excellent job of burning back the infestation with poorly hidden glee. The cleansing fire was appreciated as it had given the Mandalorian the time he needed to touch upon the battlefield with his mind. It seemed that the Crusade's initial major resources were deployed as best as they could be for the time being. The greatest objective remained the giant Vong cannon that had destroyed one of his capital ships. The enemy hadn't made it easy, but it seemed that Deimos Vorru's Chiss managed to push through on her way to the last flak cannon that prevented close air support in the area. This helped to carve the way for the Aesir and Crusader.[/SIZE]

Kalee focused back onto the here and now to be greeted by the sight of Kass consuming the energy of a Vong that thought to engage her in close quarters. It's half charred and now lifeless body spoke of how that fight had ended.

"Not bad for an old woman," responded Relens with a chuckle in reference to her comment from earlier. Then suddenly the older man jumped past his companion to place himself between her and a squad of Vong that had appeared from the nearby rocks.

The Aesir's hands shot up as a shield rapidly materialized before him to deflect the plasma bolts that spewed from a couple of their biological rifles. His hands then extended outwards and the shield dissipated right before his hands came inwards and slammed together in a clap. Only when his hands met, a thunderous crack sounded as a directed cone of kinetic force pushed outwards from them. The focused force push was joined with the unintentional byproduct of unfocused force lightning that snaked outwards and lashed into the Vong just as the push kicked up both dust and enemies indiscriminately.

With the Vong flung into the nearby rocks, Vascious didn't even bother to stop to check the results of his signature 'Thunderclap' attack. "Let's move," was his simple response as he started to make his way up the path that Ashra has already used to get up the ridge.

In the distance the massive cannon fired another unimaginable projectile into the atmosphere. Light vibrations could be felt in the dirt beneath their feet even from this distance. At least this meant that there was significant time between shots. It was imperative to bring it down before another round could be fired.

 

[Blackthorne]

Saffron eyes flashed at the sudden arrival of several Morossian agents, neutralizing the immediate thread by way of force, Force, and ...Dathomiri magic.

Loxa slowly rose to her feet again, golden-hued saber disengaged, "Namasté, brothers and sisters, thank you," a shadowed smile greeted [member="Piraiba"] from within her cowl. This beast she was familiar with and had stood alongside in battle before, it was good to have his power again. The Vong were a stubborn disease that required a good deal more than simple skills of the Force, brute strength would certainly be useful.

The Priestess then turned her illuminated gaze upon @Apollymi Dio and uttered to the fellow Witch a greeting in pacean. She was not someone Loxa recognized, but her own history on Aaris III was one of isolation. Shadow Mother Inhix had certainly made more enemies than friends during her time, it was likely a blessing that she not be recognized as the late-Nightsister Elder's familiar.

"Nexu will not hunt rancor," she said, "we make way for the Temple and their religious leader, Sister, be our guard."

[member="Crystal"]

 

[Crystal]

[member="Loxa Visl"] @Apollymi Dio [member="Piraiba"]

Crystal blinked and briefly considered hopping on the giant kitty's back for a ride but before she could give it a second thought, he was taking care of the Nexu. She chuckled. She guessed her help wasn't really required at that precise moment.

She slowed upon reaching Loxa and nodded to her. "To the temple then," she agreed. The Sith set off in the direction of the temple, but did not move faster than the others. It was safer to move together and not attract more attention than their presence already drew.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Of course...Cameron was basically going to draw a whole lot of attention in his assault shuttle as it rocketed over the ground in the direction of the Temple. Standing in the open cargo door of the vessel, the Sith Lord's silver-green eyes took in the surroundings. He could feel the unmistakeable void in the Force that, more or less, indicated the presence of Vong remnants in the area. However, it was nearly overpowered by the intense presence of the faithful, of Crusaders.

As the shuttle banked slightly to the left, Cameron caught sight of several beasts. A memory echoed through his mind for a brief moment - a woman by the name of Kristin Cavataio that had, apparently, given birth to his son. A young man now that the Aesir still had yet to meet and certainly had...no desire to. Rolling his eyes slightly, he pushed the thoughts from his mind. He'd had far too much involvement with Witches in his past. Far too much.

The Aesir's warning senses flared abruptly as the shuttle rocketed overhead of the Crusaders [member="Loxa Visl"], [member="Piraiba"], [member="Crystal"], and [member="Apollymi Djo"]. Turning his gaze back to the horizon, Cameron smiled. Ducking his head back inside the cabin, he gave brief instruction to the crew chief. "Continue to draw their attention. Provide what support you can to the others."

"As you command, Aesir."

Once more, Cameron dropped from the shuttle though this time he fell less than fifty feet. Landing with his legs bent to absorb the shock that remained from controlling his descent with the Force, Cameron immediately turned his silver-green gaze to the objective in the distance. Lowering a knee to the ground, the Sith Lord smiled as he influenced the elements surrounding the air. The ground began to quake violently around the Sith Lord and quickly began expanding outward in the direction of the Temple.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The Vali trundled along through the organic halls with purpose that only machines could have. They slaughtered, cut, and sliced their way through the stomach of the massive Yuuzhan Vong Warship with patented ease.

It was amusing really.

The Yuuzhan Vong had hailed themselves as the grandest of warriors, the fighters with no fear, those that were protected by the gods. Yet in the face of the Vali they hissed and screeched, they died and bled, desecrated by what they hated most. The Vali were organic in part, but their slick metallic exterior prevented that form being seen. To The Yuuzhan Vong, they were simply another mechanic construction to despise. This suited Soliael well enough, he wanted the creatures did in agony.

One of the Vali approached him again, its silence speaking volumes. Soliael watched it expectantly. The monster shook its head slightly, then pointed Soliael down a long hallways that ended in a heavy Yorik Coral door.

The False God smiled slightly. “Thank you.”

It wouldn't understand, but it amused him.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The violent quaking turned to outright destabilization of the planet's crust in the vicinity of the Sith Lord as powerful energy from the dark side flowed from Cameron's being to the ground beneath him. Lifting his head, his silver-green gaze took in the view of his handiwork. The rolling hills had begun to crumble and tear apart as the plates beneath the surface violently slid into each other with increasing frequency or disintegrated altogether.

With effort, the Sith Lord raised the patch of earth he kneeled upon several meters into the air - giving him a better view of the destruction that had expanded outward from his position in a one-hundred eighty degree arc towards the Temple in the distance. There were a handful of Vong and followers that scrambled, attempting to gain some sort of positive grip to keep from being torn asunder by the deteriorating earth at their feet. Weapons were fired, but they hardly had the angle required to successfully prosecute any target.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Though he despised the heretical abominations, he had always admired their construction. Their ships were somehow beautifully alive, their walls and doors seemed to flow and fit into everything, and their buildings seemed impossibly shaped. He knew it was because they were organic in nature, and he had long sought the secret of being able to properly grow Yorik Coral.

Perhaps he would learn today.

With calm determined Steps Soliael walked over towards the bridge's door, placing a hand on it for a moment and closing his eyes. He smiled. Yorik Coral unlike much of Yuuzhan Vong bio technology was not absent in the force, it could be touched and molded by his grasp. Grinning slightly, Soliael backed away from the door.

Then he snapped his fingers.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Debris and molten rock shot skyward as Cameron ceased his efforts. At this point, the immediate area around the Temple had been destabilized to the point that there was no longer a reason for him to continue direct influence. While most of the Temple's surroundings had already been destroyed or were definitively in the process of being destroyed, the large edifice itself still stood...mostly untouched. That would not last forever, but Cameron would not deny himself or his followers the fun of painting its walls with the entrails of the Temple's pathetic, faithless occupants. There was only one true Faith.

The Way of Moross.

Leaping from his position, the Sith Lord sailed abruptly through the air and amidst the chaos of fire and earth. He'd been in the air no more than a handful of seconds before he disappeared from view in a thick cloud of dark blue smoke. A similar cloud appeared on the steps of the Temple that was plainly within view of his original location. Having only practiced the effort a small handful of times, the Sith Lord wobbled slightly as he withdrew his weapon and plunged it into a Vong that had just stepped outside to "investigate".

The purge of this unholy Temple had begun. He would rip the very existence of the Vong's False Gods from the surface of this world.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The door blasted into thousands of fractured pieces, a massive pressure way striking it and shattering it into hundreds of shards of shrapnel. They flew through the bridge and peppered the living biots, the Yuuzhan Vong inside, and the yammosk that was housed there. Following the blade wave came Soliael, stepping through the fractured and broken Yorik Coral to enter the Bridge at the head of two of his Vali.

The sentient Machines immediately broke away from him and dashed to the remaining abominations, slaughtering those who were still alive and ending the struggle for control of the bridge in one swift move.

“Now.” Soliael said quite loudly as he eyed the single living entity of Yuuzhan Vong origin. “I require your assistance.”

The Yuuzhan Vong did not control their own vessels, instead they had a special biot that did so. Yammosks, the artificial brains that ran the entire Yuuzhan Vong Empire. The False god knew that they could be spoken to, reasoned with, and he intended to do just that with this one.

 

[Blackthorne]

Ground quaking, heaving, bucking, Loxa and her group did not get far before the efforts of Aesir Aatrox unseated their feet much like it did to everything else throughout the effected terra. Loxa watched as the congregation of rancors shied and tumbled, kept from full-fledged-fleeing by the skillful control of their witch handlers. The Priestess found herself in a heap against the leg of the massive togorian [member="Piraiba"] who seemed to be fairing far better than the rest of them. The massive cat lifted her from the ground into a fireman's carry before moving to climb a rock ledge that had errupted from the ground before them.

By the time the assault from [member="Cameron Centurion"] was over, the terra continued to quake and slide, roil and roll. Their team moved as quickly as the interference would allow, and soon found themselves clamboring to the only solid ground remaining: the entrance walk of the temple.

Loxa felt her feet gently touch down to the ground and she quietly thanked her Crusade brother for the help.

Aatrox was already there, strange ephemeral blue smoke rising from his figure as he strode inside. With a deep breath, Loxa checked the others and nodded for them to move in.

[member="Crystal"]
[member="Apollymi Djo"]

 

[Apollymi Djo]

[member="Loxa Visl"] [member="Crystal"]

There came a nod of agreement as Apollymi's scouting party appointed themselves as a guard. Round up behind and keeping a wary eye for any more of Yuuzhantar's creatures, they would make haste upon the quickening shaking ground. Finally they would stand before the entrance walk of the Temple.

A narrowing of Apollymi's eyes would follow suit. Slowly, she'd slip from her mount, her moccasins touching the dusty ground and bearing her weight.

Sure steps would lead her forward, and soon they would all make way into the temple.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The creature shirked quietly, he could sense its hesitation.

Yammosks were interesting, they unlike the rest of the Vong were not immune to the force, indeed they seemed to be entirely on a different path. It had once been explained to him by a rather intelligent Yuuzhan Vong that Yammosks were on another wavelength of the force, they could understand and transmit it sort of like radio signals, that was how they spoke and communicated with other Biots as well as functions of the Yuuzhan Vong ships.

It was fascinating really, and it also helped Soliael with what he was going to be doing here.

“I know you can understand. I know you are more than a simple biot.” His voice went unspoken, instead it wormed its way into the Yammosk, reverberating through the force and more. “You are how they control. You are how they dominate.”

He had encountered a Yammosk within the Silken Asteroids, felt its touch. This was no different.

 

[Crystal]

Woah. Ground shaking, animals running away. Not a good sign....

BUT. They made it to the Temple and solid ground. Cameron was there. And the group had made it in one piece. Achievement!

The Sith Princess nodded in return to Loxa, and made her way inside with the others.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The Yammosk didn't respond of course, it couldn't speak in words, but Soliael could feel it prickle as it began to understand him, its minds and feelings unfolded before him and he began to smile. His steps took him closer to the creature, darkness enveloping around him as his steps carried him ever closer, eyes twisted by black flecks.

“They enslave you. Use you. Beckon you to do their tasks of death and destruction.” It prickled in anger slightly, clearly not liking being called a slave. The False God however didn't care, he instead began to force his will upon the creature, pressing into its thoughts and replacing them with his own. Its skin seemed to shrivel slightly and its roots went taught as Soliael tore through its mind.

He placed a single palm upon it.

“But they do not understand.” He grinned as something began to shift on the creatures skin, a diseased corruption taking hold of the Yammosks outside. “Not like I do.”

Metallic blackness began to spread throughout the massive brains form, shifting and changing, slowly taking over as it consumed the Yammosk from the inside.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The Sith Lord did not break stride as he forced his way into the Temple. The group following behind him would find themselves stepping over and around bodies that were not mangled. In fact, it would be explicitly clear that they had been cut down with cold, swift efficiency.

Climbing the stairs to the upper level, the Sith Lord held the blood-soaked blade of his weapon casually at his side. A low-level priest of some sort came running out of a side room and stared intently at Cameron.

For his part, the Aesir remained motionless as he smiled thinly at the creature. "Run."

The Vong priest hesitated for a moment, but he quickly turned and began to bolt in the other direction.

Seizing the creature with the Force, Cameron lifted it into the air before extending all the fingers of his right hand. Pressure immediately built in the priest's body until the priest literally exploded. Pieces of skin, organs, and blood adorned the dark blue and grey colors of Cameron's cloak.

His pace resumed as he allowed his voice to unnaturally fill the halls of the Temple in the tongue of the Ancient Sith.

"This place of heresy will be returned to the earth from whence it came. The Gods of Moross demand this."
This place of heresy will be returned to the earth from whence it came. The Gods of Moross demand this.

[member="Loxa Visl"]
[member="Piraiba"]
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
[member="Crystal"]
[member="Apollymi Djo"]

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The Yammosk shuttered and shook, its ethereal screams resounding throughout space, calling to its brothers on the other Yuuzhan Vong warships. It was too late however. The Technovirus began to change the creature, its flesh peeling, its veins and arteries changing, its entire mindset become warped and twisted. Organic flesh soon became synthetic, and as it became enthralled to the gods of Moross Soliael could begin to feel the vast connection that Yammosk held over the Yuuzhan Vong.

He marveled for a moment, then his eyes drifted towards the fleet in the viewport.

A smile crossed his face.

“Destroy them all.” It was a verbal command, but one that the Yammsok understood. The vast Flagship of the Remaining Yuuzhan Vong fleet turned its Plasma guns on its own allies, and soon the space above Yuuzhan'tar began to burn.

It was only the beginning.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Whistling, Cameron lightly dragged the edge of his sword along the stone bannister that enveloped the upper platform of the Temple. The Sith Lord could feel an overwhelming void in the Force emanating from a large hall of worship at the end of the chamber. Cameron knew the main hall was on the ground floor, but he presumed the more...devoted, influential would have access to a more discrete place to converse and plan.

In the end of the day - religious leaders held immense power. They schemed and plotted behind closed doors. This was the way of life. They just didn't do it to his liking.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The flames erupted all across the Yuuzhan Vong fleet. Placed between the Moross Ithari Frigates and their own flagship the rest of the organic fleet had no where to run. Ship after ship was struck, hulls exploding, gun decks ripping apart, entire sections of corvettes simply disappearing in a vaporizing blast of searing hot plasma.

It was almost beautiful in a way, the death of so many abominations.

After Soliael took control of the Command ship the battle did last much longer. Uncoordinated, outnumbered, and simply outnumbered the Yuuzhan Vong simply had no defenses left. The remaining loyal vessels were torn apart and completely destroyed all life save for those of the Crusade were simply rendered inert.

Soliael watched with satisfaction as the remaining elements of the Yuuzhan Vong fleet were simply swept away, sundered into nothing and blown away by the cosmic winds.

When it was done he turned his attention to Yuuzhan'Tar. “Reposition the fleet. This world will burn.”

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The sound of Cameron's body fluid-laden boots created a very creepy sound amidst the corridor. Turning into the room he had identified earlier, the Aesirs silver-green eyes immediately fell on three individuals. One of the individuals stood at the head of the room while the other two were chanting at his feet.

Allowing a thin smile to touch his lips, Cameron walked slowly towards the three. As he did, two warriors came charging out of either side of the room. For his part, the Aesir raised his free hand and clenched his fist. A minimal effort was expended treating the two warriors in the exact opposite manner of their brethren in the hall. The Force collapsed in on their bodies with such impressive, abrupt strength that they imploded...more or less immediately.

Stopping, Cameron allowed the tip of his sword to touch the ground as he tilted his head. "Prepare yourself to meet your False Gods, children."