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Invasion No Quarter | NIO Invasion of TSE held Dantooine

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Operation: H O M E C O M I N G
Taskforce M O T H E R L A N D
Authorisation: Admiral Regent
Location: Dantooine Orbit, NIV Tregessar
Allies: Okkeus Dainlei Okkeus Dainlei | Ulkahall Svaraghaun | Var Koon | Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh | Kormov Alten Kormov Alten | @Jos
Enemies: Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde | Kyyrk Kyyrk | Verin Oldo Verin Oldo | Onrai Onrai | Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf | Thaelius Thaelius

T H E_E N D


Carlyle grimaced as he watched the Confederate fleet pull away. He could see over his display that the CNS Storm King was breaking away from its cohorts and moving to the surface. The Tregessar quaked with another concussive blast as Verin Oldo did his damndest to try to beat back Prefsbelt IV's finest. But Rausgeber's mind sat elsewhere; Brayde, that insufferable fool had to pay for his insolence. He was clearly going to reinforce the Sith positions. And that could not stand. But yet, Rausgeber stood alone. Not alone, but outnumbered. The Tregessar shuddered as the Nirauan's Reach detonated. The Star Destroyer's magazines exploding into the void right before the gaping maw of the Elidibus. No. The Confederacy would pay. Their treachery could not be rewarded with victory. "Our compliment of petards has made contact sir!" One of the gunners reported.

"
Have them drill toward the vessels reactor and detonate. Turn it to stardust." Carlyle glowered. He was disinterested in that attack, certain that its effect would help things. But the petards were beyond his help now. It was up to New Imperial engineering to prove that. Turning his back from battle, Rausgeber floated toward the holotable. Now was the time to punish Brayde's perfidious nature. His humanitarian mission more than likely the guise for some malevolent action. He had to be stopped. Plugging himself in once more, Carlyle moved to commune with Grand Admiral Svaraghaun.

"
Grand Admiral," Carlyle's beleagured avatar began, "I am unsure if the Confederate forces in this sector have reached out to you," Rausgeber continued, "But you must be informed that they are moving forces to occupy the surface of Garang under the auspice of evacuating their soldiers and citizenry." The naval officer paused, "This is a lie, and they are seeking to prosecute a campaign to crush our spearhead below. My fleet and fighters are tied up in combat," The Grand Admiral explained, "Which is why it falls to you to support our forces in their dedication to duty."

"
Destroy any Confederate forces that attempt to make landfall. And obstruct them as long as possible. The battle for Dantooine may hinge on this action." Rausgeber swallowed, "We will do what we can, but we are heavily outnumbered and it increasingly appears this is a pyrrhic action." He gave a salute to the Grand Admiral, "May Sovereign Imperator Tavlar guide you." Carlyle offered before shutting down communications.

Now the battle fell on Carlyle. He watched on tactical display as the petards burrowed. So this was what the battle was coming to. The much maligned Maritime Navy and now the petards drilling into the core of the Gorgon. But now, all taskforce Motherland could do was hold out and destroy as much as they could. Crush the enemy. Make them suffer. And should they survive? Oh Carlyle would make all of them suffer in the bowels of Prefsbelt IV.

One way or another, Carlyle was certain he would have the last laugh.

NIV Tregessar (x)
Prefsbelt-Class Super Star Destroyer
10x TIE/OT Squadrons [x] | 4x Petard Squadrons [x]

NIV Conquest
New Imperial-I Class Star Destroyer [x]
2x TIE/VX Squadrons [x]

NIV Nirauan’s Reach
Tyranus-Class Star Destroyer
[x]
6x TIE/OT Squadrons | 4x TIE/HB Squadrons [x]

NIV Chaser
Stalwart-Class Carrier
7x TIE/OT Squadrons | 2x TIE/HB Squadrons | 1x Petard Squadrons

NIV Brute
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser [x]
3x TIE/HF Squadrons [x]

NIV Endurance
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser
3x TIE/HF Squadrons

NIV Initiative
Cuirassier-Class Cruiser
2x TIE/HB Squadrons | 1x TIE/VX Squadron

NIV Allecto
Escolta-Class Frigate
[x]
3x TIE/NX Squadrons [x]

NIV Salvation
Escolta-Class Frigate
3x Petard Squadrons

NIV Muunillist’s Wrath
Escolta-Class Frigate

3x TIE/OT Squadrons

NIV Chasseur
Cacadore-Class Corvette [x]

NIV Pursuit
Cacadore-Class Corvette

NIV Lightening
Cacadore-Class Corvette

NIV Adventure
Cacadore-Class Corvette
 
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Allies: Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf Kyyrk Kyyrk Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde Thaelius Thaelius Verin Oldo Verin Oldo
Enemies: Robogeber Robogeber Var Koon Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh Josiah Navollius Okkeus Dainlei Okkeus Dainlei Kormov Alten Kormov Alten

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A flash of seismic energy flew through the void of space as the petards detonated - they had not even travelled halfway to the Gorgon before their anti-tamper devices had been set off. The proximity of the Petards had resulted in a chain reaction of explosions that had detonated all twenty-four of them - the entire complement on board the Tregessar - but which had not caused the critical internal damage to the warship Vanessa had hoped for. Aside from a slight drop to the shields, nothing had happened - the NIO fighters, however, had been partially trapped and lost numbers as the seismic wave struck them.

The Sith on board were redirected back to the ship in question, and finally began to act as they began to aggressively utilize the rending power of the Force to inflict damage on the internal systems of the Tregessar. Pipes would burst, cables would be damaged, consoles would overcharge and detonate, and internal ship communication would likely be disrupted. Most of the damage was occurring around the reactor area - if containment of the miniature sun within the solar ionization reactor could be breached, the resulting explosion had the potential to cripple the warship. As was already occurring, the fleet's 22 ultra-heavy beam weapons, super-heavy beam weapons, heavy beam weapons, missiles, and other armaments continued to assail the Tregessar, relying on the targeting data provided by the Sith in question as they continued to fire on the aft end of the warship, still seeking to penetrate its shields and damage its engines. Still the fighters had yet to be launched, the hangar doors sealed deliberately as there was no reason to launch anything yet - not until enough wounds had been inflicted on their prey and potential interceptors to ensure bombing runs could be carried out unmolested. Vanessa was surprised at the minimal focus against her warships, however. Aside from the Petards almost nothing had been directly brought to bear on her fleet, which only had to content with tertiary fire from guns otherwise undirected at the CIS fleet assets.

"This is madness..." She said, seated in her own meditative chamber. It was time to engage in a little traumatizing.

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Vanessa's Command Fleet
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Gorgon-class Star Dreadnought | Gorgon | 10000m | 67 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Heresiarch | 5000m | 91 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Despot | 5000m | 89 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Autarch | 5000m | 92 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Martinet | 5000m | 88 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Sovereign | 5000m | 94 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Harbinger | 5000m | 88 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Guardian | 5000m | 89 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Mandator | 5000m | 92 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Caudillo | 5000m | 87 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Assertor | 5000m | 93 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Bellator | 5000m | 96 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Vengeance | 5000m | 91 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Viscount | 5000m | 92 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Intimidator | 5000m | 92 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Annihilator | 5000m | 90 | 100
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Arbitrator | 5000m | 85 | 100
Sovereign-class Battlecruiser | Sovereign | 5000m | 92 | 100
Sovereign-class Battlecruiser | Terror | 5000m | 92 | 100
Sovereign-class Battlecruiser | Whelm | 5000m | 91 | 100
Sovereign-class Battlecruiser | Ravager | 5000m | 92 | 100

Shock-Jump Squadron
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Pluton-class Battleship | Ablution | 2000m | 100 | 100
Pluton-class Battleship | Saturn | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-B | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-C | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-D | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-E | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - O-Variant | EX-F | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - O-Variant | EX-H | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - O-Variant | EX-I | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-K | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-M | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-O | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-P | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-R | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-S | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-T | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-U | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-V | 2000m | 100 | 100
Saturn-type Battleship - D-Variant | EX-Y | 2000m | 100 | 100
 
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Location: In the city moving towards the ritual
Equipment: Body/Suit/Sword, M-107 Anti-Material Rifle, M-18 Pit Viper, SYC Grenades, Ion Grenades, Flashbangs, DEX Satchel charges, EBFAK
Tags: Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner Lavria Xedrim Redd Redd Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku Tulan Kor Tulan Kor Hunter Blackburn Hunter Blackburn Jaeger Harrsk Jaeger Harrsk Djorn Bline Djorn Bline Tyrell Paxxus Tyrell Paxxus Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar
Objective: Keep Gerwald from getting himself killed, save lives

Aiden had just reloaded his pistol with APFSDS rounds, the most non-lethal option he had all things considered, with his alternatives being able to set people ablaze and roast them alive in seconds, or complete and utterly violent disintegration of all but the heaviest of armor. Relatively the armor piercing darts moving past Mach speeds would do much less damage, but still a misplaced shot could utterly annihilate someone if he wasn't careful. He had just reloaded his pistol when a new threat presented itself to not only his X-ray vision, but auditory receptors on his helmet.

<"I'm ending it...">

The first made a move with a grenade in hand like he was going to attack. Aiden holstered his pistol as he knew this man was just that, a man. He wouldn't have to resort to such extreme measures to keep him from doing something stupid, or to keep from killing him. He didn't want anyone else to die, he didn't want anyone else to have to perish before this day was over. He readied himself to stop the man before one of his cohorts must have seen reason and leaped out of his position to stop him, the two tangling before even getting close to Aiden.

<“Not like this, Boss! Not like this! There’s another way! We just have to find it!”>

<“Jaeger! Tyrell! Do something dammit!”>
his own words matched his struggle in wrestling Irveric from his feet, calling for his comrades to do something to help him.

Aiden could just make out what he was saying. The pleading in his voice. The wish for them to stop this madness. Aiden wanted to help them. He wanted to stop all of this. But he had to see what Prazutis knew. He had to know if this man could help him avenge his father. To right the burden that Aiden now carried. The more people that got here, the more that would be put into danger. The more that would be put into harm's way for needless, thoughtless violence. And while Aiden knew these men were still allied with those that would use civilians like one used cheap droid combatants, he still didn't want to kill them. Sergei had the resolve to do such evil things, but Aiden had a respect for all life. Life that even in the darkest of times still might have noble intentions and aspirations. These men sought to fight a perceived evil, and while Aiden could at least respect the intent their way was still wrong because it was paid for and paved with innocent lives and blood. The Dire Wolves sought to end such evils. To show the rest of the galaxy that the proper fight was with the men, steel, and tenacity of those few who volunteered, trained, and chosen. It was through their sacrifices that many would survive, and even as mercenaries their code of honor forbid the use of non-combatants as living shields. The thought still sickened Aiden to the core that these men who claimed righteousness would condone these acts. This depravity.

And before he could settle into a more defensive posture the third man decided that he was more akin to the first's intentions. In that he would attempt something stupid, and even noting the pause to look down at something.

He was wounded.

Aiden paused as he mentally thought to himself, wishing for all he could that this man would hear his pleading thoughts.

Please. Please don't make me hurt you. I'm begging you, no more violence.

"There is no death. There is the force."

Tyrell's grip on the pin loosened. With a click, the Void Grenade primed.

He began to sprint.

The man had decided his course. Aiden calculated his trajectory and found that he'd run into the smoke before he got to his destination, and there he would intercept him and stop him. He had to stop him before this got out of hand and more people got hurt. Before even more got killed. It was then a transmission came in through Aiden's personal commlink.

"Aiden we have a problem,"

"What?"

"I've detected a massive barrage of artillery and missiles being sent to your location. Impact is soon, they will level the base,"

"I can't leave John, these men won't stop attacking. I have to stop them from killing someone else let alone themselves,"

"Negative, prime directive dictates that survival of Sergei Jachovich is paramount, either you must leave or I will intervene,"

"John what are you saying? My father is dead!"

A pause would happen over the comms as the droid made calculations, and the GS-77 Gunship would appear overhead of the garrison above all of them. The blast of the exhaust would dissipate the smoke, thankfully mostly towards the NIO's intruders but that wasn't what held Aiden's attention. John stated his prime directive in regards to Sergei. But Sergei was dead.

"John what the HELL do you think you're doing!?!?!?!?!"

"Prime directive dictates that survival of Sergei Jachovich is paramount, you are his sole heir Aiden Wolf,"

"No. No no no! John! John don't do this!"

"It has been a pleasure young Wolf, you would have made Sergei very proud,"

"JOHN! JOHN PLEASE! JOHN DON'T-"

"Goodbye son of Sergei,"
With a wave of the conductor's hand the symphony began. Three seconds; the guns were at full charge, those instruments of death at the ready. Two more; the first of the MegaCaliber Six turbolaser blasts landed -- half forming a line at the beacon, the other half a line across the far edge of the garrison. By seven, a hail of disruptor torpedoes and brilliant missiles followed up the turbolaser barrage. The reverberations a terrible song by which they sent away so many souls.

The GS-77 Gunship would rocket forward on a predetermined intercept course. The initial barrage of turbolasers would be inaccurate enough that John wouldn't contend with them, as the MegaCaliber Six was originally designed for only the most extreme of walker sizes to be accurate enough to engage targets with a good modicum of accuracy. His true targets were the missile barrage as he stopped just short of their projected impact zones. The GS-77 finally activated its weapon systems since it had been in the air this entire time, despite the NIO "no-fly zone". John brought the primary laser cannons and missile launchers to bear on the oncoming streak of missiles. The position he'd selected was strategic. Without extreme maneuvers the missiles would have to go through him before they would touch the garrison. A fact that while his programming to survive tried to rebel against, but his prime directive was much harder coded.

Sergei Jachovich's sole living heir was on the ground below. That stupid son of a nerf herder. He hated violence, he hated hurting people and certainly abhorred the thought of killing them. John would at least ensure that no one else would be hurt by his actions. He owed Aiden that much.

The GS-77's main weapons would open fire, the laser cannons streaking out as they targeted missiles in the barrage, firing its own missiles to attempt to intercept the incoming hail of death. Explosions would rock the air between the two, and while the stand was valiant, the GS-77 was hopelessly outgunned. He had left much unsaid between them. A regret that he would not be able to fix. How the droid had inadvertently developed a deep bond with Aiden's adoptive father. How he felt he owed his entire existence to the man for saving him on that fateful day years ago, and despite all of the hell the two of them had been through. How Aiden had not only treated him the same, but would always ask the most delightful questions. How there were so many stories he had yet to tell the young boy. A shame that it wouldn't be so.

The ship would rock as the first missile finally slammed into its hull. It was quickly followed by a second, third, and fourth. John fought the controls of the vessel as the droid brain aboard the vessel tried to keep her steady, but it was a lost cause. First one of the cannons would be ripped off, then a second, missiles would rake the hull and absolutely tear into the vessel. Engine one failed in a massive explosion as John kept fighting the controls, kept firing the laser cannons, kept fighting for every second he could buy them. One of the brilliant missiles would locate the cockpit of the vessel and without a moment's hesitation slammed home into the weak point. Hell fire sprouted from the place where the canopy used to be, as the ship finally began rolling over mid flight and dropped from the sky. Its massive hulk would slam into the ground where Djorn Bline Djorn Bline had been just moments ago, and everyone could hear Aiden's scream. Like a wounded animal he reached for the hull as he thought to save his friend. His only remaining friend. The ship however would detonate as its reactor and and weapons finally gave out under the stress of taking so much damage and launched Aiden back a few meters. Tears streamed down his face as he quickly got back up, and looked at the now burning carcass before him. To many they would see a ship lost. To many they would see lost valuables, including a priceless droid from one of the premier mercenary units in the galaxy, a small armory, and a great vessel for any spacer.

All Aiden could see was his last connection to his father go up in flames. Sacrificing himself to save him.

It was in this moment that Aiden would finally find his limit. When he finally lost the last thing he had left to a father that was no longer there. A father who had sacrificed almost everything to give the boy a second chance at life, and gave everything he had including his life to make the galaxy a truly safer place. A father that Aiden would do anything to get one more visit with, just five more minutes of his time to talk about school. To complain about how droll the professors are, how his training is going, and tell stories about trips he took with Aunt Gia and Uncle Locke. To see the look of absolute pride in his face as he would talk about school projects, how John Locke would help him with his science projects to make absolutely wonderful creations. How Aunt Gia would always keep him grounded and humble, with her absolutely kindest heart and caring soul. All of the things he desperately craved, and was able to at least sort of see again through a droid's retellings of old stories. Of how The Dire Wolves and their leader charging into the heart of the fight, sacrificing everything if only to save just one more life. How they somehow always managed to make it through even when the darkest of hours befell them and threatened to overtake all. How Sergei always had a plan, and gallantly lead these men from the front risking life and limb for not only brothers but even droids.

And all of it, was now gone.

Aiden could feel the shade behind him, its dark tendrils seeping in as the boy wept openly. He didn't care that they could see him. He didn't care that he was exposed. He didn't care about that thing right now. What it said next would however cause a reality shift in the boy.

You know who did this right? It was them, in fact, I bet that man there, He spoke pointing to Tyrell Paxxus Tyrell Paxxus I bet he's the one who called it in. I bet he's the reason you're all alone now. So what do you say kiddo? Wanna make him pay?

"YOU!" He screamed pulling out his pistol as he started fast walking to this wounded man, firing a single shot aimed for his shoulder to get him to stumble. He wanted this man to suffer for his crimes. "YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! YOU STOLE EVERYTHING I HAD LEFT!"

"I SWEAR ON MY FATHER'S SOUL I'LL TEAR YOUR KARKING HEART OUT YOU MONSTER! I'LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!"

Aiden had tried restraint. He had tried holding himself back and giving these people a chance to back down. He had tried being as peaceful as he could, using only the necessary level of violence needed to resolve matters. But now, these animals had taken what little from him that he had left. Aiden had no home, no ship, and now because of them the last vestige of his father that he clung to like life itself was now gone. Electricity would arc from his palms as he felt himself give into his rage. He would kill every last one of these savages himself if he had to. John had bought and paid for the time he'd given the rest to do whatever they had to. And in doing so unleashed the monster that Aiden had kept hidden and at bay for so long. He would keep firing on the man, hell bent to kill him if that was the last thing he did.
 

Lark

Saint of the Damned
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Location: Crystal Caves
Writing With: Enlil Enlil

Lark barely had time to register what had happened, when the threads that created the universe met a weapon whose purpose was destruction. Perhaps he was incapable of fully understanding what is was that formed this apocalyptic eruption of power. It mattered not who they were. A King and a nameless little Rat, playing with powers never meant to grace their hands. One existed out of time, the other should never have been born at all. Their wills had brought destruction and ruination to what was once a beautiful crystalline wonder. Maybe, this was the galaxy correcting its sins. Purging these monsters who should never have existed. However unknowable the blast was, Lark could say one thing for certain.

It hurt.

Thrown several feet in the air, the calamitous barrage of energy was so concussive Lark couldn't focus enough to slow himself down. He landed on his back, feeling several bones crack as he met with the unforgiving penance of the cavern. Broken crystals shredded his skin as he slid across the floor, ripping apart flesh and lacerating muscles and tissue. The previous wound from that accursed sword only stretched out more, and a gory trail followed wherever Lark flew.

Lark could hear the songs of angels and devils calling out to him. And, for just a moment, the cold glare in his eyes vanished. Replaced by the innocent eyes of the child he thought he was finally rid of. That nameless boy from Myrkr, who wanted nothing more than to laugh and play with his siblings. His breathing became panicked and labored, flecks of bloody spittle dotted his cheeks, speckling his burned face. He was confused, afraid. I don't understand what's happening, he thought desperately. I don't... am I dying? No! He tried pushing back against the dark thorns that shrouded his vision, he could not be lost here.

Brother, sister. Nida Perl Nida Perl , someone. Anyone, please...

No. They aren't coming. Your survival depends on you alone, Lark.

And as quickly as the boy appeared, once more he was smothered by the oppressively determined entity that Lark had become.

The scream started as little more than a hum, barely audible over the gentle drip of the cavern water falling from stalactites, who watched this petty display of mortal conflict with eternal passiveness. But steadily it grew, resolute in its resolve to stave off death itself. Soon it was a akin to a harmonious hymn, but it grew more desperate as those dark tendrils grew closer to completely masking his entire mind. Soon, his howl flared into a rapturous bellow, and the tunnels shook in fear. His blood began boiling, smoldering from some unseen heat. The darkness shied away, angels and devils ran away in terror, too afraid to claim dominion over whatever it was that Lark had become.

And somewhere, he knew, the Nameless Prince smiled.

Lark rose, like a corpse brought back to life. His gaze was not malicious, no malice touched the corruption that bled into his eyes. But for all the wickedness that danced within him, his stare was unnervingly empty. Cold. A darkness as frigid as the deepest abyss flooded into the grove of broken azure, and Lark welcomed it as though it were an old friend. He felt as though with the wave of his hand, the dreams of all his foes would be drowned without a shred of mercy. Kneeling, he picked up his enchanted dagger, slightly buried amongst a heap of crystal. Standing upright once more, his gaze locked with Enlil's. Several meters separated them, but the distance was not unreachable. Lark raised the knife, and took half a step...

Please, hear my voice. Will you ever return to me?

...
and collapsed.

He hadn't even gotten close to reaching the King. Lark's body and mind folded, he could not yet handle the gross magnitude of the horrible aura surrounding him, though he had experienced, and caused, this same sensation once before. Somehow he was both more monstrous and more kind than he was when he read that damned little fable as an orphan. Lark's frame shivered and retched, bloody vomit polluted the once pure floor. Was it a reaction to the overwhelming sinister presence? Or was it simply his body giving in to its natural reactions? Lark did not know for certain.

"Yeah," Lark muttered, in response to Enlil's previous misgivings. A single tear fell down his cheek, for some reason it burned against the plasma that blistered him from before. He looked towards the ground, his bloody puke mixed with the glassy cavern water to create a gory soup of putrescence. And in that vile mixture, Lark could barely make out a reflection. He stared at it wistfully, and it shifted from the face of this numb, emotionless monster to that of a kind, caring young man. And everything that fell in-between.

"Yeah," he said again sadly, with a slight gag in his voice, unable to tear his gaze from that muddy reflection. "I messed up. I messed up real bad."
 
if they're watching anyways


As soon as the light struck the Empress, Auteme knew she was about to be on the defensive. Counter-intuitive, given how effective the Light appeared to be. But the Sith tended not to give up. With the Empress's fiery roar Auteme pulled the Light back. She guided it, shaping it into almost a stroke of the brush; a river through the air rather than a crude beam. A river that could douse the flames the Empress summoned. It flowed around her and the Sephi, protecting them from the first moments of the fiery storm.

Still, it was not enough. Whatever power the woman had drawn from it was beyond the strength Auteme had alone. The river shrank, as if the water were evaporating with the heat. She pulled the barrier tighter, only a grunt to the other Jedi to let her know to come closer. She couldn't contain the Empress's fire. Her feet slid against the ground as the force grew.

Deep breath. Find the flow.

If she could stop the woman for only a moment, it would be enough.

Only a moment.

"The children," she wheezed to the Sephi. "What she's doing -- we can't contain her. Even if she doesn't mean to, she'll begin to destroy things." Of course, she could only assume that was indeed the intent. An explosion of force and flame. The Light had sent her to a far wall and now that wall crumbled with her power.

"Go. I'll do what I can."

Only a moment.

Just one more.
 

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// FERAL ACTUAL // LIEUTENANT COLONEL GOAN
// OBJECTIVE // ASSAULT ON GARANG CITY // SPEARHEAD
// FOCUS // Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar Djorn Bline Djorn Bline Tulan Kor Tulan Kor Rika Hiro Rika Hiro Vostok Grauv Tyrell Paxxus Tyrell Paxxus Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku Dhuzgnar // ENGAGING // SITH OPPRESSORS // Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis Taiia Locke Taiia Locke Luna Terrik Luna Terrik Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner Redd Redd Telis Taharin-Zambrano Telis Taharin-Zambrano // LIBRA GOLD // ELSEWHERE // Frank Sterling Frank Sterling
// EQUIPMENT // Combat Assault Tank Armor Mk. 1, KXR SFR-58 'Bozdugan' Blaster Rifle, REC-DC/04 "Feverwasp" Pattern Particle Blaster Pistol, Miscellaneous Equipment
// BATTALION // 8TH MECHANIZED BATTALION “FERAL BATTALION” // x1 Command Unit, x5 Armor Companies, 56 48 TXV XT-60b Cataphract-class Repulsor Main Battle Tanks, 14 12 All-Terrain Armoured Shield Generators, Miscellaneous Support Vehicles // SAPPER SUPPORT COMPANY // Daros Karmann , TXT XV-60a Armored Personnel Carriers, Engineers //

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<"Was that a gunship?">

<"Looks that way, sir. Must've broken the no-fly zone somehow, or maybe it was launched from somewhere within the city.">

<"See if we can spare a patrol ship for a sensor sweep. If there are still military-grade ships in the area, I want to know, so we can hit them before they take off and... do whatever that was."> Had the ship been trying to stop the bombardment? It'd intercepted several missiles, but if it'd actually was looking to change things it would've tried to stop the Cataphracts themselves.

The lieutenant began to relay the orders at the comms station. Sturit checked the tacmap, marking where the missiles had intended to strike for a second salvo of MegaCaliber Six shots. The disruptor torpedoes that had landed already had enough of a blast radius to be disrupting the electronics in the area nonetheless. That terrible artillerist symphony didn't stop; more plasma spat from the bellies of the Cataphracts.

His subordinate cleared his throat, zooming out on the tacmap to a greater view of Garang and the surrounding area. <"Sir, we've picked up reports that the planetary turbolaser is aiming-">

<"What?"> Sturit's helmet seemed confused for a moment, as confused as a helmet could be.


<"There's a possibility it could fire-">

<"What, on the city? The Sith are evil, but even if they could, I'd doubt they'd fire on the city and kill so many of their own."> He shook his head. <"Our objective is here, lieutenant, so don't bring up unnecessary things. Our reserves will deal with it; it's the navy's problem until it's no problem. Coordinate the next salvo; we've got to break down the base as soon as possible.">

As if to prove his point, the planetary gun fired at a high angle, the shot disappearing into space just as it'd been built to do.

The lieutenant nodded and zoomed back in on Libra Gold. Sturit took a deep breath.

Soon, he thought. Soon it'd be over.

 

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Your Imperials. She struck a nerve immediately, his eye visibly drawing a twitch of agitation at the mention. Not because of the Imperials to which he fought, which threw him into a cell and left him bloodied and beaten. He struck their comrades dead with nebulous cause of justice in the air Tol Kachorn.

No.

It was one Imperial in particular, Waylon Treicolt. The wayward son of Concord Dawn, the valiant soul who gave his life...to protect him, to protect Loske...to save his comrades, to save his nation. And she had the nerve to spit on his name, his sacrifice.

She spoke, and he was silent, there was no pulling her from the path she walked now.

He raised his right hand, the hand clutching the hilt of his own blade, the very same he grasped from the ashen earth of Concord Dawn and lifted two fingers, drawing an ethereal bulwark around the front face of himself.

She wanted revenge.

Vengeance at the end of a sword, or at least, in this case, alight in flames.

He could not talk down to her, not here. This was his soul motivation, to lift himself from the endless walk of a meaningless toil and into the vindicated grasps of battle, struggle, conflict...sacrifice.

Sacrifice, something he knew all too well.

"I'm not here...to kill anyone...but, if things don't change...if people like you aren't, let free from this, then many...many more people will die, like what the Sith did on Mandalore, Dac...my home. I don't want to hurt you...or any of the people you're trying to protect...im here to kill those who put you here, but so be it, I'm sorry." He had left that self compelled duty to protect the innocent, to draw from the darkness. The duty of which the Jedi upheld themselves to a selfness...better than the bringing of death.

Unfortunately, Maynard was never better than that. Either too weak, too impatient...and far too hateful.

Then, in an instant, the flames ruptured around them both, that barrier enough to save the Jedi from the lion's share of the inferno's wrath as the flames licked and careened over the ethereal barrier, his focus broken when her crimson blade lurched for his chest, Maynard igniting Loske's yellow blade to deflect it before swiping up and jabbing down toward the acolyte's collar bone.

He felt that blistering of the residual heat, he wanted away from her, to get out of his place and see to Loske's side...but if she not yield, she would have to die in Maynard's warped yet pragmatic line of thinking.


 


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Location: Dantooine, Garang City, Libra Gold
Time: 1130 Hours
Equipment: Personal XIPHOS armor, BAW-89 Carbine Rifle, Tactical Recon Handgun (2), G-20 Glop Grenade (3), Thermal Detonator (2)
Objective: (1) Establish communications, (2) Create barrier range, (3) Get reinforcements on planet, (4) Push back the attackers. Survive.
Allies: | Cara Dorniarn Cara Dorniarn | Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis | Aurelion Nova Aurelion Nova | Taiia Locke Taiia Locke | Kyyrk Kyyrk | Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde | Telis Taharin-Zambrano Telis Taharin-Zambrano |
Enemy: | Jaeger Harrsk Jaeger Harrsk | Djorn Bline Djorn Bline | Tyrell Paxxus Tyrell Paxxus | Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar | Tulan Kor Tulan Kor | Rika Hiro Rika Hiro | Hunter Blackburn Hunter Blackburn |

The arrival and reinforcements of the Cadavarii was something that put the battle into perspective, in a sense. While the plan had seemingly worked to perfection, blowing the bridge to smithereens just as the Dauntless crossed to safety, as well as popping up from seemingly every single crevasse, there was just something…off about the whole situation. Something felt wrong from practically the very beginning of this whole thing. Even as they had stood upon the wall, before this whole attack kicked off, it felt as though the enemy had brought so much more than was needed to make this battle their own.

This battle was not about wins and losses, something that Luna was much, much more accustomed to. It was true that in her time with the Dauntless, and with the Confederacy as a whole, she found herself on the attacking side much more often than standing and fighting in the defensive trenches. But even then, she had fought as a defender, and this battle was different. The imperials were not trying to win this planet, set the people free, or even deal a blow to the sith that would matter. No, this was about something different than all those others.

The imperials were here to send a message, plain and simple.

Luna let her head fall back and rest against the durosteel barrier in exhaustion for just a moment. It seemed like the imperials had stopped their advance, giving what remained of her forces just a few seconds of reprieve. During that time, her eyes closed, trying to gain back any stamina that remained, and she called out over the comms to give her some semblance of an idea who remained. “Sound off…squad and name, as well as status. Go.” They were almost out of this situation, but before they exfilled knowing exactly what they were facing as a group, and how strong they were at the moment.

“Bones here, Omega. I got two packs of bacta left, ma’am. Barely enough to patch up Granny, here.”

“oh kark off doc, that arm wasn’t…worth it anyway. Always messing up my aim.” Luna’s brow furrowed before looking over to where the pair sat, seeing that the Commando’s left arm was almost completely gone. A grenade blast, most likely, and just seeing the charred flesh and bone was stomach churning. “I’m ok, ma’am.”

“I only got two clips left, but I’m still alive, commander. Thess, Omega.”

“Got a couple I can spare, Thess.” A pause, as the commando’s switched cartridges. “Clerk, Omega.”

“Have from one me too, friend.” Luna’s eyes focused on the smallest commando still standing, what looked to be a thin Pantoran who had lost his helmet halfway through the battle. She might’ve chewed him out for this..but this wasn’t the time nor the place. “Hyena, alpha squad.”

“Xeyk. Alpha. Ok.” Xeyk…the most talkative Devaronian that she had ever met. Good solider. Not surprising that he was still standing after all of this mess.

How youth sounding the next voice was caught luna’s attention, turning to look toward the second smallest of the group, whom was currently fidgeting with this forearm armor, apparently cracked from the previous fight. “Oh! Uh..First. Alpha..Alpha squad. Armor is a bit karked, but I think I’m ok.” That made sense why he sounded so young. The Polynean had joined up only a few months ago. Having been deployed to both Yurb and here, he had seen more combat than most people would see in their entire lifetime.

Luna needed to stop allowing kids to apply.

And finally, the commando actually sitting next to the Grand Marshal let out a little laugh that prompted her to turn slightly. “Tav. Alpha squad. And you all sound so…mopey. Sergeant wouldn’t have wanted that. She’d want us to shut up, get out butts in gear, and survive this mess. For her.” Luna’s gaze lingered on the man for just a moment, deciding whether or not to shoot him on the spot for daring to encroach on the memory she was hardening of her friend. But…he was right. Q’aria would’ve wanted them to survive.

“Alright…granny, can you move?” Luna’s voice caught the corporals attention, causing her to look up from where she was just finishing being attended to by doc. And in the sarcastic human’s normal way of doing things, she dropped her gun to the ground, flashed what Luna could only assume was a kark eating grin under her helmet, and held up a big ole thumb with her non-wounded arm. In response, Luna made sure that the entire group could practically feel her rolling her eyes, despite the helmet that masked her face. “Well good then. Let’s focus on getting out of-..”

In true fashion to how this day had been going from the very beginning, the sounds of screaming artillery piercing the sky above cut the grand marshall off right where she spoke. Standing quickly, her eyes searched the sky for the sound’s originator, finding the green ball of plasma coming straight toward them. And not only that..it wasn’t just one shot. The imperials intended to level this base, and there was nothing that the Dauntless could truly do about it.

The time to leave had been rapid fast forward, it seemed.

Going up was not an option. There was absolutely no time for their exfil to actually get here before the bombardment utterly leveled this entire place. So instead…they’d have to go down. A quick twist of her wrist switched the gauntlet to a cable firing mode, loading it up as she tossed aside the carbine while looking over the edge of the canyon. “Time to leave, people. Cables, quickly into the canyon. Granny, can you do it?”

It was obvious that the omega squad member couldn’t get down the sharp decline, but the medic of the squad, seemingly attached to her hip by this point, quickly tossed his own assault rifle to the side and looped Granny’s arm over his shoulder. “I got her, marshal. Focus on getting yourself down.” With Bones being the one to get her down, Luna knew that she’d be in good hands. Hopefully the cable would hold long enough to get them both down, however.

There was the issue of getting herself down first, however, and as the bombs and artillery shells began to fire, Luna fired her grapple into the durosteel flooring, giving it a stop to ensure it was buried in, then took one long, deep breath. Cable jumping had never been her favorite, per say, but in this one instance…is wasn’t like she had much of a choice. So after the breath…she took her step, and feel deep into the firey abyss.

The explosions that erupted above her head as the base was utterly leveled kept her attention for a few moments, mainly to see if the fire would follow what remained of the squads into the canyon, or if her grapple would release and leave her to fall into the void. Yet neither occurred, and it wasn’t long until her boots crunched into dirt. Her shadow flickered and highlighted the stone in front of her, shadowed by the mass of fire and melting durosteel that used to be the comm tower.

Seeing the utter destruction wrought by the rocket launchers and the subsequent fall twisted her heart into knots, knowing full well that there was no one that could survived such a bit. But despite this, she strode toward the mass of fire, feeling the heat radiating hotter with each and every step. She walked forward, practically transfixed, until a different type of crunch underneath her foot caught her attention. Looking down, the soft glint of burned dog tags flashed back up at her.

She knew who’s they’d be when she knelt down. It didn’t prepare her any more for her to read the name inscribed as she picked them up, turning them over in her hands.

Q’aria Tvenes. Dauntless, Alpha Squad. Master Sergeant, first class. Cosmic Balance.

Luna couldn’t help the soft laugh that pressed through her lips as she read over the tags. Q’aria had never struck her as the religious type. It seemed, even in her passing, she still managed to surprise her friend. Tien would..he would have a laugh at this as well.

“Ma’am?” Granny’s voice broke Luna from the trance, looking over to see what remained of her comrades all lined up and ready to leave. For her sake, she still leaned heavily against Bones, decimated arm hanging loosely off to the side. “I think we’re ready to head out. Everyone made it…save for Thess. His grapple broke halfway down, and…” She paused, sighing lightly to hold up the man’s tags. “we made sure to grab his stuff.”

Slowly nodding, wrapping Q’aria’s tags twice around her gauntlet, Luna allowed herself one final look at the wreckage of the comm toward. “Thank you..my friend.” A final thanks, for all the times the zabrak had watched over her. For all of the drinks shared, the war stories told, and the times they fought side by side. And now, as her eyes flicked back over the last of her men, those who stood tall despite all of the odds they had faced on this planet, she knew that her comrade’s spirit would live on forever.

“Lets get off this karking world.”
 
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In the Springtime of his life, none dared question Enlil.

His ascension to the throne came early, an unexpected tragedy. Plague ravaged the great city Usgara and tore through the people. His father fell victim to the sickness and died shortly before Enlil's fifteenth name day. King Zidu was a kind, gentle monarch who saw the plight of his people and went out among them, only to curse his mortality. They were not alike.

Where his father's compassion guided the great city and all the Kingdom to a time of elation, it had never brought them prosperity. Enlil deigned to never be a fool like his father, and so, the people did not love him. If you cannot have both, it is better to be feared than to be loved.

It was that fear he felt now, magnified with such intensity that only now did he truly empathize with his people. Their terror, their anguish, their suffering- all horrors inflicted by his tyrannical rule.

Yet, the past could not be undone.

The King stared deep into the abyss. Somewhere in that gaping wound, he could feel familiarity. He stared deeper, unable to look away as it gazed back into his soul and found the truth he kept locked away. Beyond failure, beyond loss, and beyond imagination lay the final cruelty.

He felt her there, trapped forever in that place beyond time. Echoing through the Force itself, her faint, sweet voice reached him, and he could see her eyes. Enlil felt his chest tighten and his heart stop.

Emerald eyes, frozen over from the chill. She was the abyss now. Trapped forever in that hell, the woman he once knew had lost her soul to the Force.

Shivering, his golden fingers stretched out. His agony paled in comparison to the soul rending sight. She was distant, farther away than a few simple steps. An eternity existed between them.

"Samhira-" he croaked. Tears stained his cheeks. Blood painted his body, and dirt invaded his wounds. Enlil crawled toward the wound, but every broken rib defied him.

His own body rebelled.

How poetic.

Lark folded in front of him, but between the sin that they had committed together and the horrendous energies that bled from it neither man had the will left in them. His anger had sputtered away, replaced by hopelessness.

Her silver hair, the haunted expression, all of it was real in that instant.

In the next, reality returned.

Both men lay broken. Above them, Dantooine rocked as powerful blasts and various conflicts ravaged it. Enlil opened his fingers, and cool, golden fire consumed Dínum as he banished it back to the aether.

"...it appears I have failed," he spoke quietly, sadly. "I've become quite familiar with failure."

The tragic reality of humanity, of their ingrained condition was struggle. Even the embodiment of a god on Earth, an avatar of law and order, was not above loss. With her image burned into his mind, Enlil once more found mercy in his heart.

"Go, Lark," he said. "Find your lost family, and perhaps, your way in life." His words were stern, filled with conviction despite how broken he felt. It was duty, like all things. Something he was born into, and would never escape. Not while he still drew breath. "I will not take it this day."

He sat up, against all odds. It was all he could manage to do simply to rest against the cavern wall. With his eyes closed, the King rested. His body burned, rife with pain.

Enlil resolved to stay. Balance had to be restored. Someone had to keep watch, at least until the wound that was now open could be closed.

"Consider the path you walk," he counseled, "and determine whether or not you will regret where it takes you."

I envy you, little songbird, to have been born with a choice.

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OBJECTIVE: Finish It

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This was his job, what his training availed him; loyalty beyond words, as if engraved into his very DNA. Vostok harbored no regrets, no grievances for the things he had done, nor for the things others had done to him. His life was not one of holding grudges, as death was dispensed liberally and without bias. Those that he murdered on this day wouldn't be remembered, just like he wouldn't be. The only memory to be had would be by the victors, and Vostok's sacrifice would help ensure that the right side gets to write history. His life would have meaning.

Those that were brainwashed by the Sith and their toxic rhetoric lived as servants - mindless cattle now frenzied and scattered simply because they believed in the wrong voice, and the words that came with it. People confused the agent often, their animosity, their envy, their greed. Vostok understood how it felt to dominate and strive for excellence, yet he couldn't fully empathize with most humans.

Irrational, screaming, incessant beasts of noise and fury. There would never be a reality where the galaxy lived peacefully to break bread and sip upon wine, there would always be a thirst for blood; eternal, unyielding to the naysayers and kind hearts alike. Children will grow to hate, and that hatred will be a learned one. Vostok helped to deepen that ire, intentionally or not.

Coughing up blood into his helmet for a final time, Vostok tore the apparatus from his head and threw it to the ground, inhaling deeply as he leaned his back against a wall opposite from where he had placed his charges. His mission was complete, and soon he would embrace the abyss where all his memories would spite him.

Where all his nightmares would welcome him.


"It was a pleasure, Asa."

He pressed the trigger, and then there was nothing.

Rika Hiro Rika Hiro | Jaeger Harrsk Jaeger Harrsk | Tulan Kor Tulan Kor | Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar | Djorn Bline Djorn Bline | Tyrell Paxxus Tyrell Paxxus | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku | Dhuzgnar |

ENEMIES: Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis | Taiia Locke Taiia Locke | Luna Terrik Luna Terrik | Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner | Redd Redd
 
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ALLIES: Probably Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner but who cares?
ENEMIES: Hell if I know - still Daedalos Solidor Daedalos Solidor ? Is he really?
NEW OBJECTIVE: Get the kark out of there!

Kark it all.

He instantly reacted defensively. Which meant she had to move her scrawny butt to up her game. His blade met her free one as he narrowly evaded her low swipe with the other.

So she did what she could. As her one blade parried his, she got to her feet while bringing up her other blade, slicing through the barrel of his pistol. But before she could follow up with any other movement, everything decided to go haran in a handbasket.

As the darkness of the Confederate Star Destroyer loomed over the city, laser fire erupted from different sources. All she could do was drop to the ground to avoid getting blown apart by Cataphract fire, all thoughts of cutting down the cockerel in front of her, out of her mind.

It was chaos.

All around, people were screaming and wailing, the garrison getting torn apart with huge chunks of debris flying everywhere, fires starting to lick into the air as the smell of charred flesh hung in the air.

There was no karking way she was going to die defending an Empire that would see her dead in any case - or worse!

Her yellow eyes found her opponent, who had actually been avoiding attacking her from the start. He was either a fool or he was not the zealot his comrades-in-arms were.
"It seems your friends have lost their damn minds!" she yelled over the cacophony of carnage. "So I don't know about you, but I'm getting the heck out of here!" With that, she jumped up, with extreme caution, and started moving to a hole in a wall to get to a Confederate Dropship that was hanging a few blocks away and pelting some New Imperials to stay away from the garrison.

Those that got in her way were either cut down or Force Choked. For the first time since she had killed her master, she was afraid again. Afraid of dying for something she no longer believed in and an Emperor she no longer served. Afraid of being captured by either the Sith Empire or the New Imperials. Afraid that the Confederacy would see her as a coward for getting the kark of this rock.

No...

Dying was one thing. But getting reduced to a molten mess was another. Getting tortured was worse. That was what she feared most of all.

She reached the Dropship just in time. With another step, she launched herself through the air with the Force and onto the wing. A droid opened the port and she jumped in. All she could do now was hope that she got away from this place and back to a Carrier intact.

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The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium
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Objective: Chase and find AMCO AMCO to get him off the planet. Survive Adrian’s death.
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She had no recollection of how she got on the ship, she still remembered hearing the voices of her men, but everything blurred. The pain was unbearable, they weren’t prepared for her that kind of pain, just the physical ones. Ingrid remembered what she felt when she killed her first love. It was nothing, nothing compared to that. It was as if she had been poked with a needle, in vain she was fifteen years old only. But it was as if her soul had been torn apart, she drowned, wanting to go to the Netherworld after Adrian to be there together. Neither did what she felt for Tubrok help, since the man was not Force Sensitive, she could not feel the same with him, even if there was a strong connection between them. But different.

She couldn’t remember if she had received an answer from Telis Taharin-Zambrano Telis Taharin-Zambrano or not, but the next time she was able to sense anything, she was on a ship that was no longer on the planet. They were on their way to Dromund Kaas, though from here the Eternal Empire might have been closer. The Empress just felt emptiness and pain, nothing else existed at that moment. Why? In vain she asked questions, receiving no answer. But she already knew one thing, she had learned quite a lot lately, she would continue to learn, she wouldn't stop until she brought him back, her husband. Even if it all gets very difficult, or for years, it might take even longer. Because a whole life stood before them, to be happy together.

She didn't care about anything, everything lost its meaning, it wasn't characteristic of her, but in this state of shock she wanted everything and everyone to hell. Ingrid didn’t care what would happen to the Sith Empire, the Eternal Empire, the Galaxy, she just wanted one thing. To regain the meaning of her life, who walked into her life on Lanteeb, with whom they did not really think they would ever meet again, and yet. The lives of both of them changed that day.

Nothing cared just about getting the man she loves back. Whatever the price of this, she will not regret and will do what she has to for this…

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Objective II: Sith-Jedi Temple

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DREAMS_AND_NIGHTMARES

The flames of retribution that were spouted from his off-hands vambrace came to an abrupt stop. The smell of melting metal and burnt fabric was undoubtedly on the air, though coupled with the smell of burnt ozone, tibanna, smoke and death, it was unlikely that he would've been able to differentiate it between the scents efficiently. As the last sputters of the flamethrower died down, Shaka climbed the rest of the steps to the top of them and staring into the dark archway that'd inevitably lead him deeper into the former Jedi Enclave. But before he could, he rotated about to look across the battlefield he had fought across to get to this point.

Nearby, likely closer than others were Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt and her husband, Maynard Treicolt Maynard Treicolt . Both renown Jedi in the Alliance's New Order, he wasn't familiar with the pair, but he knew of their exploits on the Braxant. They won, and they were still alive. In the future he knew they'd make for good, reliable friends, especially on the battlefield. But until he met them personally, he'd simply respect them as capable warriors and be content with the tales of valour he heard in passing.

Clenching tighter on his hilt, he stared down at the deactivated weapon. It had been a close one, where he'd almost lost his life. The simplicity of his first lightsabers make the only thing that had saved him from an untimely death.

His danger sense flared, and the weapon sparked back to life, just in time to catch a Sith's saber as it plunged towards his spine. Knocked off course, they engaged in the barely perceptible actions of Force enhanced combat. Left, right, up, down, back and forth they scuffled. Pressed to the back of the staircase, he adopted the telltale form of Djem So, shifting to the side of a foolhardy lunge, and delivering the swift killing blow, as his sapphire blade caved through the air to find the darkly clad warrior and burn through their torso before they collapsed. Down the stairs, rolling over itself as he stared defiantly into the Enclave again, as if daring another soul to step out and face him.

When he was met with nothing but silence, the thrumming beam was shunted off, disappearing back into its emitter.

From the moment they landed, they were under assault. Through artillery fire they endured. They clashed with Legionnaires, and they prevailed. When the speeders ran through their ranks, he had charged through them - trusting in his allies behind him, and drove straight for the Enclave. Close behind was the Miralukan Kalika Vaar Kalika Vaar , she was noted in his mind. He wouldn't forget the Jedi Knight soon.

Across the battlefield he watched the New Jedi Order close in. They may have been more in number, or fewer, it mattered little at the end of the day. It was their historical Enclave that had been desecrated. Destroyed and built anew in the image of their Order's ancient enemy. Craters littered the battlefield, his mind wandered to the Imperial stormtrooper that he had pushed into a crater filled with the dead. A brief moment as his thoughts went out to him, hoping he still lived.

A flickering shadow took his attention, the familiar snap drew his head looking over his shoulder. The banner of the New Jedi Order. The duty of carrying it bestowed upon him by the Sword of the Jedi himself. Who, in the face of dozens of Jedi, ones far more experienced than him, he swore himself to. It was aboard the Dissident Aggressor that Ryv Ryv had handed him the standard to carry. Entrusted to a stranger no less. What could've possessed him to do that? Reaching over his shoulder to unsling the standard that he had carried across the battlefield. It was more or less untouched. Save for a bit of dirt when he had fought on the ground. He admired the symbol of the Jedi Order. Their Jedi Order. Clenching the standard, he hooked his hilt back to its place on his belt. And then he spoke, through his helmets comm system.

"This is Shaka Sunstar... Ryv..." He searched the enclosing lines of fighters as if he'd catch sight of him. Or maybe he was pausing so he didn't choke up. "I did it." And then he'd clear his throat, shaking his head, disbelief rolling off of him before he regained himself. Focus up idiot. But still, the grin was plastered on his lips, he was thankful for the helmet he wore. His hold tightened on the metal, clenching it as if he didn't really believe it was there. He didn't believe he was there. The faith and trust put into him met its fruition. He pressed it against his head, as if he were thankful before he slid his foot over the ground. As good a spot as any, he surmised. He raised it high, for any who looked upon the Temple to see. He said nothing, he let the actions speak for themselves.

"We'll cleanse this place." He said, mostly to himself, the vow silent, but vocalized over that shared commline all the same.

His arm snapped down, enhanced by the Force, the base of the standard pierced the permacrete he stood upon, cracking it, only a few metres away from the threshold into the Enclave. The gathered telekinetic Force rolling off of the steps in a minor repulse all around Shaka and the standard, followed by a loud crack shortly after. In defiance, the standard stood at the front of the Enclave. Its darkness, the perversions that occurred here... They were temporary setbacks. The work would not truly be done, not until the Sith were properly rooted out from the system, but... A victory here was a good start.

But for now...

"The work is done."

ALLIES | NIO | NJO | Rhis Fisto Rhis Fisto | Cotan Sar'andor Cotan Sar'andor | Oceiros Sunstrider Oceiros Sunstrider | Enlil Enlil | Rurik Fel Rurik Fel | Hans Rennagen Hans Rennagen | Jin Kyrel Jin Kyrel
ENEMIES | TSE | ELDER COMPACT | Adron Malvern Adron Malvern | Xobos Yakieer Xobos Yakieer | Freyu Molidias Freyu Molidias | Laertia Io Laertia Io | Arctus Silmar Arctus Silmar | Syd Celsius Syd Celsius | Darth Daiara Darth Daiara | Enyo Typhos Enyo Typhos | Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim
 


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"Ch-choice."

“W-what?” Choice? The idea to choose alignment with The Sith was incomprehensible. Loske managed a guffaw before her confounded amusement contorted into pained curiosity. “Wh--why? Why would you choose The Sith?”

Above the confusion, her golden, sparking tendrils were eclipsed by the haunting orange of the horror the bionic adversary was controlling. The electric judgement was tied tightly to Loske’s signature within The Force, but everything else that sustained her was afflicted, contaminated and broken. Difficult to distinguish and lapse within The Force. The draining effect searched through her, ripping what energy it could associate from the Jedi and redistributing it back into the Force itself.

She braced her elbows on her knees and rested her head in her hands. With a deep breath, she reached within the force, reached for the light side, and instead.. drowned in darkness. It was all too much. It was too astounding.

Touching her hands against the ground, Dantooine’s soil welcomed her fingertips with its druxy caress. Her fingernails raked through the grass and dirt, quivering as her strength was withdrawn. Once more she was forced to her knees, her energy enervating from the siphoning machinations of Enyo Typhos Enyo Typhos . Normally, it would consume her entirely. Overshadow her connection to the Force, but this planet was demented with its generosity of the metaphysical ally and her imperfect signature within The Force was difficult to trace for the desaturating power. Her feeding into the empyrean inclined its attention as if it had a misconception of her giving and wanted to reciprocate in kind. Rich with history, precious with knowledge and connections, the planet sought to share its wealth. It was alive and pure, and it poured into the would-be clone’s fingertips.

In her exhausted, numb blindness, it begged her to see. Beyond this. Beyond now. The planet, the Force, for all this place was before this conflict, and for all it wanted to be long after, it beckoned her to look beyond. While this draining stream was seeking to steal, it did not consume. All the energy that Loske had to give was available for the taking, but her opponent carelessly left it to dissipate through the air like a metaphysical mist.

It was available. She just had to take it. All Loske had to do was shake the siphoning grip and reach out to remould those vapours of her vitality.

Grasping and straining at whatever the planet had to offer, Loske made a slow gesture to her armour’s forearm –– relying on pragmatism over the Force’s generosity for her premiere reaction. A hyper-focused laser line blasted from the top of her forearm to interrupt the outstretched hand that conducted the Force drain.

“One more then,” Loske murmured, her grip on reality waning. The only strength that remained intact was the sheer defiance of her will.

“Once more choice for you.” The will to end this nonsensical debate (how could someone choose evil?), the will to reclaim what had been taken from the Jedi, the will to represent the New Jedi Order, the will to get back to Maynard’s side and not leave him again. Not again.

“Y--your ch-”
dizzy. She was dizzy.

Numbness’ touch gently stroked at her muscles, despite her attempts to refuel them with the same energy that filtered all around. The more she drew back from the environment, the more she had to give to Enyo in a sick cycle.


“Stand Down..or..Stand with me." The hand that had moved to trigger the laser from her forearm pointed in the direction of Shaka Sunstar 's display behind them, off a ways.

"With us. Your choice." Dizzy. Her bold claims sounded stronger if nobody looked at the enervated speaker.



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THE NEW JEDI ORDER

ALLIES | NIO | NJO | Maynard Treicolt Maynard Treicolt | Ryv Ryv | Shaka Sunstar | Jin Kyrel Jin Kyrel | Hans Rennagen Hans Rennagen | Cotan Sar'andor Cotan Sar'andor

ENEMIES
| TSE | ELDER COMPACT | ENGAGING: Enyo Typhos Enyo Typhos | Darth Daiara Darth Daiara


 
Major Faction

Ryv

Paragon of Sacrifice

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S W O R D _ O F _ T H E _ J E D I
GALACTIC ALLIANCE
NEW JEDI ORDER
JEDI-IMPERIAL JOINT STRIKE TEAM
ARMOR |
LIGHTSABER

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Idiots? No, Ryv wouldn't agree to that assessment. At least not in its raw form. Impatient? Yes, absolutely. He was tired of the Sith. Tired of their presence, the evils committed and continued push to dominate. It should've been easy to draw others to this fight. It shouldn't take endless meetings to pull people to the movement. They pillaged so much of the galaxy in the last two decades, and if not for the New Imperial Order, Galactic Alliance, and New Jedi Order, it would've continued. This was the first time since the One Sith's cannibalization that the Crimson Shadow was finally on the backfoot. Sith-Imperials were backed into the corner, the fight nearly finished.

"I think you seriously misunderstand the combined might of the GA, NIO, SJC, and FO," Ryv said as he slid to a halt past her. He turned back, brow raised at the small groove cut through the earth. Neat trick. "Just the GA and SJC have turned them away. Throw in a pair of Imperial Regimes, and you got yourself a real powerhouse. No reason we can't just kill the Sith and the Bryn'adul. No remorse. No compromise with evil. We do this the right way, or we die trying. We fight until they break."

Ryv looked to the gash on her cybernetic limb. He hadn't even felt his blade pass cross the metal.

"Well, for what it's worth, you're a pretty good scrap," he lifted his blades, the weapons crossed before him; purple and blue light bathed his body in their cool glow. "Can't say I've ever been interested in fencing. I learned from warriors. That's what they trained me to be, so, here we are."

Bits of dust and loose rubble rolled past him as her telekinetic field extended. His two blades fell to the side, attention set on the dozens of objects rising around them. Bodies, stone, and ruined metal hovered above the ground, the Black Knight's will all that kept them aloft. The sight momentarily awed him. He was no slouch with the Force, but he couldn't match this display of outward control even if he had another decade to train.

When the starfighter wing shifted closer, Ryv stepped forward and ran towards the other Jedi Knight. He watched as it picked up speed and practically blurred towards him. As it neared, he braced himself and leaped up into a dive-roll. He soared over the broken wing fragment, hit the ground, knees bent, and dropped into a roll. The next piece of rubble came for his legs, only to be met by the purple saber as he slashed upward and sliced the ruined metal in twain. More came, a rock for his head, a spinning body meant to disorient him as the limbs spun about rapidly, all at different speeds and spaced out enough to keep the Jedi Knight from falling into a comfortable pattern.

He sidestepped the rock and slid beneath the body, only for a jagged piece of metal to shoot past and tear through his thigh. He stumbled forward, barely able to reorientate in time to pull his blue-bladed saber up to turn aside a smoking breastplate. His pace slowed as blood leaked down his leg. The scarlet ichor stained the armorweave, the protective fabric a darker color where it ran down the flesh. Each blade flashed protectively before him. His arms weaved a potent barrier as he half-ran, half-limped towards his opponent. He closed the distance inch by inch, a scowl firmly locked in place on his lips as he fell deeper into his concentration.

Pain flared from the torn flesh, his muscles ached from the continued exertion, and a thick layer of sweat covered his body. Endurance was his ally. Resolve's Dantari crystal continued to recover bits of energy spent by the Jed Knight, funneling it back into him to keep him going. He took measured breaths.

Slowly inhale, quickly exhale, repeat.

Ryv neared her, only a dozen paces between the Paladin and the Black Knight. Only a few more steps and he would fall upon the woman, his intent to carve through her and cut her down where she stood. He pivoted on his good leg and spun around another projectile, only for one to shoot through his blindspot and slam into his left shoulder. The bone snapped out of place, dislocated on impact. The momentum carried him to the floor. He led his descent with his good shoulder, hit the ground with a grunt, and rolled another few feet. More of her telekinetic storm rained down towards him.

He followed his body's flow and worked his way up onto his knees as his movement ground to a halt. He met the telekinetic rain with the same tenacity that pushed him through each phase of the woman's assault. He tucked his elbows into his sides, lifted his head, back arched, and bellowed at the top of his lungs.

Ryv's battle cry rung out for thousands of feet in all directions, his roar boomed like thunder as the Force suffused it with great power. No matter what shot towards him, be it metallic scraps or smoldering stone, he turned it aside with the ethereal manifestation of this will. As her attack now ceased, he pushed himself back up to his feet. The blue saber's hilt rested half a dozen feet behind him, the purple blade inactive within his right hand. Blood oozed from his leg, his left arm hung limp at his side, his shoulder slumped at an awkward angle. He met the woman's eyes, his lips curled back.

"This is Shaka Sunstar... Ryv..."

Ryv reactivated his purple saber.

"I did it."

The kiffar's familiar smirk returned, his pain and exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

"The work is done."

"Yes," Ryv muttered. "The work is done, brother."

His left foot slid forward as his body dropped into a more defensible stance. He held his saber out to the right, the weapon parallel to his leg, tip pointed to the battered field beneath them.

"Put me down if you desire. Call me a zealot or a fanatic, label me stupid, selfish, whatever you want, Laertia Io," he took a deep breath, the motion labored. "It doesn't matter. I didn't clash with you to cut you down or prove myself your better. Doing something like that, well, that's just an added bonus at this point. Only reason I fought you was to keep you away from my friends. My Jedi. Cut me down, or don't, it doesn't matter. I won this battle the moment it started."

ALLIES | NIO | NJO | Shaka Sunstar | Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt | Maynard Treicolt Maynard Treicolt | Zaavik Perl Zaavik Perl
ENEMIES | TSE | ELDER COMPACT | Laertia Io Laertia Io
 
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Rear Admiral of the Fleet of Everlasting Autumn

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OOC THREAD
WAR_OF_DEFIANCE

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ARCHANGEL
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"Station report!

"Shields at 64%, rapidly dropping!"

"Weapon telemetry data readjusting- 88% weapon hits!"

"Reactors steady, engine heat manageable!"

"We just lost Fraudulent!- Consolation got clipped heavy, but she's still flying with us!"

The commodore watched, helpless, as the NIV Fraudulent Fighter crumbled apart, her tiny hull crumpling under the devastating barrage of the enemy's Obsidian-class Star Destroyer. For all her speed and her officer's glib, she couldn't outmaneuver against the sheer firepower of the enemy's overwhelming weapon superiority. Her death came quick.

But for each man and woman lost aboard the tiny corvette, the damage they inflicted upon the enemy's star destroyer was not not inconsequential neither. Bereft of command, the Obsidian-class might have laughed as their shields absorbed the shots of Autumn Division, but all jubilations died out as the Petards slipped under their defensive net and into her belly. Even as the whole unit burned at maximum speed, faster than anything they went up against, Naier mentally crossed out a Star Destroyer. Perhaps not outright destroyed, but damaged enough to be inconsequential to the fight.

It was all he could ask for. "Continue at flank speed- navigation, chart a course across these coordinates and execute immediately!" Barked the officer, as he chewed on the nub of his pipe.

"Aye aye!" cried the young man. His voice carried a dangerous sense of urgency, his fear palpable; everyone within his bridge was afraid- they were not machines after all, and had stake in the outcome of this battle. If he had any questions regarding the oddity of the course, he kept it to himself. The NIV Inexorable Valediction of Summer suddenly lurched to avoid Kyyrk Kyyrk 's ships, that were attempting to engage his negligible force. The hull thundered and vibrated as each blast put the fear of God into the hearts of every able bodied sailor aboard his cruiser.

The ship and her crew maintained a steady but rapid pace as they outflew the enemy formation and cut through their fleet on the other side. Naier winced at the loss of the NIV Consolation and Antagonizing to the relentless barrage of the enemy. Yet now that they had successfully cleared the fleet, they didn't stop their charge. Instead, the fleet, bolstered by its losses and fueled by vindictive duty, continued to press onwards.

"Sound the alarm!"

The lights aboard his bridge dimmed as red lights flashed. All across the Valediction of Summer, the system's PA gave the warning: "Brace! Brace! Brace!". Naier quickly slipped into his command chair and gripped the armrest tight, as the ship executed its next maneuver.

Flying together, limping but united, Autumn Division burned at maximum speed, skirting around the edge of Dantooine's orbital pull and fought fiercely to maintain its course, leaving the battlefield behind them. To their enemies, perhaps a show of cowardice.

But they held their course.

They swung around the hemisphere, the battle over Garang City raging below as miniature, red cracks that spread across the pristine agrarian world.

He clenched his teeth, fighting against the pull of doom. He heard the clamor of alarms, the rage of the machine as it continued its dangerous course. Then, the sensations died down. Instead of a gut-wrenching, invisible pull that threatened to rip the ship apart, they flew with the planet's rotation, no longer in danger of flying past her orbit. Instead of burning away in a straight line, perhaps to flee, they swung around the planet.

As her engines died down and her signatures cooled off, the division relied solely on the shaky alliance they made with the incorrigible laws of physics, guiding them around the planet.

An orbital slingshot, in formation no less, and suffering substantial battle damage.

Silently, they returned to the battlefield, now rapidly approaching the rear of Onrai Onrai 's fleet, entangled in a slugging match with the NIV Tregessar. With her engines barely burning, and her guns respooled for another hard punch of their own, Autumn Division was raring for another go at the Sith- their true enemy.

He didn't have to wait as his fleet moved in. "Once more." His throat was dry. He reached into his chest pocket, but a hand offered a steel tumbler, warm to the touch. It had a fruity smell to it, but the distinct tang of alcohol. "You said to break it out for special occasions."

Simone broke into a smile- the first, sincere smile she had on her face for a long time. "I suppose this counts as one." He replied and took a sip, his mind briefly returning to the image of Marlene in his mind. It tasted of her.

Wiping away the rum from his lips, he squared away all emotions in his heart. "Flank speed!"

Surging forward from its brief respite, the NIV Inexorable Valediction of Summer and her escorts burned once more at light speed, their speed a benefit of their ship's class. Sometimes, the commodore mused silently, size did not anchor the result of the battle. "Guns on my command!" He roared, feeling the warmth of liquid courage spreading in his chest.

The fleet kept her silent thundering course towards the Sith task force. Their awareness to Autumn's presence was not an issue- Naier just wanted one good hit. One good hit was all he needed.

They slipped through her giant lumbering battlecruisers, her Plutons, her Sovereigns and her Saturns. Like ancient cavalrymen, they lead a vainglorious charge, the tip of the spear now return ascendant.

And on a foolish mission as the Valediction burned full speed past them all and towards the enemy flagship- the Gorgon. His entire fleet couldn't hope to punch through the shields. He didn't need to. "Disable shields, now!"

"Sir?"

"Now!"

The crewmen looked at him with disbelief. But their station chief sounded the order, on pain of censure. Behold, as the NIV Inexoerable's shields vanished- and like a silent knife, slipped through the massive bubble shields of the Gorgon. As the enemy's close range guns turned to fire upon him, he gave the order.

"Roller!"

"Guns, guns, guns!"

Once more, a single, well timed barrage of shots erupted from the Autumn Division. They were so close, one could say in knife-fighting range. There was no question of missing, only how many more volleys they could fire off. But Naier had no desire to die stupidly either. He slammed his fist down and gave the order to dump everything they had- "Cut all power to guns and life support, now!"- and into their engines. Crew began to float as the artificial gravity sputtered out of life- the crew were already forewarned of a potential oxygen vent, and here, their oxygen masks carried the day. Even Naier quickly slipped on a mask, breathing in the sterile air.

From under her belly, the Valediction of Summer burned out, her hull blackened, smoking and ruined from her daredevil stunt. He gave the order to bring shields back, just in time for the glimmer of energy to withstand the guaranteed reprisals. His poor ship withstood the abuse. The rest of his fleet paid for his stunt.

Perchance to Dream was a wrecked ruin, Galaxy Bride was atoms and Ambiguity's captain screamed out for the commodore to save them. He clenched his teeth and pulled down his service cap to cover his eyes.

"Lonely just got the shaft- there went Consolation." Simone's choking commentary stopped there.

There was hardly anything left of Autumn.

Nothing that could save them, as they burned away from the fight, this time for good. She had done all that she could.



Fleet Roster Composition


Autumn Division - 3rd Fleet
VesselDescriptionStatusCommander
NIV Inexorable Valediction of Summer
- Cuirassier-class Cruiser- Fully crewed, Severely Damaged
NIV Perchance to Dream
- Escolta-class Frigate- SUNK
Commander Morano Carasonne, [NPC/KIA]
NIV Lack of Subtlety
- Escolta-class Frigate- Partially crewed, Severely Damaged
Commander Serena Libertam, [NPC/WOUNDED]
NIV Lonely Already
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- SUNK
Lt. Commander Salskey Hangzao, [NPC/KIA]
NIV Poor Deliverance
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Partially crewed, Damaged
Lt. Commander Ciroix Amende, [NPC]
NIV Galaxy Bride
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- SUNK
Lt. Commander Holly Zabene, [NPC/KIA]
NIV Gargantuan Rooster
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- Partially crewed, Damaged
Lt. Commander Eric Bentham, [NPC]
NIV Fraudulent Fighter
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- SUNK
Lt. Commander Grenn Elwine, [NPC/KIA]
NIV Antagonizing Result
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- SUNK
Lt. Commander Maia DeRusse, [NPC/KIA]
NIV Consolation Prize
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- SUNK
Lt. Commander Ferierre Montague, [NPC/KIA]
NIV Pleasant Ambiguity
- Caçadore-class Assault Corvette- SUNK
Lt. Commander Jean Raulos, [NPC/KIA]



 
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Her body moved, ready to carry the Sephi out of harm's way when the Sith parried her fierce bladework. She wanted to ram her feet deep in the giant's gut, but her attempt to create distance between the two duellists was thwarted by the withering blast of Light. Her opponent reeled back. Her empowered kick missed its target completely, causing the Jedi to fall to the ground with a wide-eyed stare.

Her drop had a second, very unfortunate, consequence. She saw the flash. She heard the roar. But the Jedi Master could not summon the Force in time. Sakadi brought her arms to her face in a vain effort to cover her eyes, but the blast reached her first. She felt the energy slam into her light frame, forcing the air out of her lungs and hurling her back. The sheer heat alone should've been enough to char her skin. And yet, only the edges of her white tunic burned away. The cause? A young Jedi Knight, who strained herself to protect them both. It was as it should be. Jedi aiding Jedi. Working together; not to attack, conquer and eradicate, but to defend each other to the best of their ability.

Sakadi scrambled back to her feet, ignoring the pain in her limbs as she swiftly backpedalled toward Auteme with her eyes fixed on the cause of this destruction. She responded to the Knightess with a short nod. The Dark side was a force of destruction. No matter how badly the Empress wanted to protect the orphans, her powers could only bring more harm. She admired the giant woman for trying, but knew in her heart that she would never succeed. Not like this. And thus, it was up to them to save the orphans.

"Don't do anything reckless... And may the Force be with you." she projected, before she backed away from the blazing inferno. The orphanage was her next destination.

 
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It was oddly symbiotic. Enyo drained the Jedi, the Jedi refuelled herself with the power of the empyrean that permeated the land, and in doing so gave Enyo more to pull out of her. In the end, it came down to resilience and stamina. Enyo's analysis of the situation was as ruthless as it was simple. Her body had suffered heavy blows, but she had the upper hand. The Jedi was holding on and she had no doubt that she would keep fighting on.

But she was dizzy and in pain. Her energies were dwindling. In short, the duel itself was going her way. However, there was a larger battle to consider. Enyo lacked the information to draw any empirical conclusions as to how the struggle for Dantooine was going. Fortune seemed to favour the Jedi in the enclave though. The Cyborg was not blinded by propaganda or emperor worship. If the Sith are flailing it is not my problem, Enyo thought, even as she kept up her draining efforts. But in the process of doing so, as she drank deep from the well of the dark side, she felt something strange in the energies she was ripping out of the Jedi. Something very familiar.

Then suddenly a single beam of laser fire blasted from the Jedi's forearm towards her hand. To be precise, it was her left, for that was the one she had used to channel the Force through. This meant it was the one that had taken the brunt of the torrent of lightning after already being damaged by the deluge of rubble. With her focus on maintaining the drain, Enyo did not have the time to shift gears and absorb or deflect the laser beam.

At this point, the arm had been pretty much crippled. This would have made it futile to try and hold a weapon or even really use it in melee, but she did not need it functional to channel the Force through it. The shot struck her hand. Smoke wafted from the damaged wrist and the blast fused some of the fingers together. In short, it was quite useless now. The drain was disrupted. Enyo wrapped her telekinetic willpower around the wrist laser, pouring in what was probably enough power to crush it and render it inoperable.

Amidst the smoke filling the air and the fires raging across the debris-filled battleground, she perceived a shape. It was a Force adept clad in Sith apparel, wielding a scarlet lightsabre. Seeing the Jedi down, he charged and swung...and then was raised into the air. As he flailed in the crushing grip, Enyo slashed and tore his throat away with a cut, searing his windpipe. He let out a horrible last gasp and fell to the ground. His sabre dropped, deactivating, and she summoned it to her belt.

Enyo did not spare the Sith, who had technically been an ally, a glance. She felt a stab of annoyance at the interruption. "Y-You are no position to m-make demands. You f-fought well, so I'm going to let you live," she informed the Jedi flatly. "Y-You are a c-clone as well. D-Do y-you have a c-choice? Or are y-you slavishly following your t-template's programming? Trying to be her? Then you are not free. The g-galaxy sees us as products, defined by DNA. Pick y-your p-path, stick to it. And never hold back again, or you'll die in y-your next battle." Then she turned and walked away, limping as she went.
 
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NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
173rd. STORMTROOPER LEGION | THREE COMPANIES

PROTECTING THE OTHERS
KAL'ORITSOR | JEDI ARMOR
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LIGHT SHOW


Everything had gone to shit in a heartbeat.

Obstacles presented themselves between him and the Dark Lord of the Sith. Third parties intervened in his quest to run the conduit of darkness through with his sword. Allies descended upon his location, bringing with them the will of defiance that carried the New Imperials to victory through this conflict.

Yet the outcome had remained the same.

Defiance turned into resolve when their target could not be slain easily by Luc's hand. He could only grit his teeth in annoyance upon being intercepted by once more the man who just moments prior had attempted to riddle his thoughts with rhetoric, but now resorted to enacting violence in his misguided quest to prevent Luc from pushing forwards. He'd admit that the soldier's resolve was commendable in that way, but everything aside from that one feat of his being was pitiful at best. Luc hadn't known what the man thought he'd get out of attempting to beat the Jedi senseless when the Dark Lord himself stood idly by just meters away.

He was so close, yet still so far away. Kal'oritsor resonated with the killer intent that pulsated through his being,. The assault against his person began just moments after he moved to step past Aiden once again, his mind focused on reaching his target without further delay. It would appear that Aiden had thought himself smarter than the Jedi by leagues, it seemed. Luc had moved forwards with no intent on doing battle with the man, and in his benevolence had been returned an opportunity to sneak the first blow when he wasn't looking. That first blow did land, but not because the Jedi had no knowledge of the attack until it began.

Instinct carried him into battle. It kept him alive in the face of the Sith-Imperial threat, their overwhelming numbers, and the numerous Sith who sought to stamp out the threat of New Imperial defiance. That same instinct walked with him even now, whispering to him like the winds of Dantooine itself. He let the strike connect, the sting upon his flesh being accepted without even as much as a wince. The dent upon his armored chestplate lingered in the aftermath of the strike, but not before Luc had shifted in his gait, sidestepping away from the proceeding barrage of strikes that otherwise would've left him in a bind.

His blade remained firmly within his grip, yet at his side it would remain. "You're pitiful." Luc replied with impassive eyes. He wouldn't strike at this man., nor would he engage him any further with any meaningless discourse. The situation was deuterating rapidly upon the arrival of Axis; Prazutis was on the move, and he could feel the desperation and pain that emanated from his allies that came to reinforce him. Even the cool-headed Imperator had shown signs of cracking under the pressure of his own defiance. His desire to exterminate the Sith was driving him further over the edge, coaxing him to take the ultimate sacrifice, if that's what it took.

Allies- - a term he'd use loosely for some of those present -- stopped the man from moving forwards with the irrational decisions being made on the spot. The New Imperial Order needed him alive, and Luc didn't want to see that old bastard die either. He paused in his tracks, shifting his gaze from one side to the other, peering back and forth between Axis and Prazutis.

The Grand Vizier sprinted forwards, a single shot ringing out in the air as once again Aiden added to the chaos of the situation. His comms went haywire as his second called out to him, barking through his mic with requests to exfil from the location immediately. A fire mission had been called in, targeting the old man who now ran past him with a grenade held in one hand. It was too late to stop him; the bombardment couldn't be stopped, and Luc could only watch on as Tyrell continued on.

It’ was not an easy thing to put a gun to your own head, even if you wanted to die. Although he'd never known Tyrell on a personal level like he did the Imperator, he'd always held a sort of admiration for the Grand Vizier of the Order. The man was diligent in his duties, and cared for the people of the Order in a way that inspired his own views when it came to being a Warlord. He carried himself as a manifestation of the New Imperial's defiance, even to such an extent that here he was, surging forth to commit the ultimate sacrifice in the name of their cause.

To die for the greater good, when one must live for themselves, took the will of a demon.

The Vizier's imminent demise would prompt Luc to no longer remain planted where he stood, his gaze turning towards the remnants of Task Force Axis and the few of his companions who remained. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath, sheathing his sword as he his mind raced through what they could do. There was no time left to think, and soon the ordinance requested was whistling overhead,. The first explosion rattled the ground, expanding outwards from the crater, threatening to engulf everything in its path in those consuming flames it produced.

An arm extended outwards as Luc called upon the force, whipping a closed fist towards the direction of those at his rear. The force extended outwards from his hand, rippling loose earth in its path before it crashed upon them all with the full might of his abilities on display. A wave of telekinetic energy engulfed their bodies, ripping them off their feet before sending them careening far out of the blast radius of the incoming ordinance. To his front there no longer remained a Grand Vizier for him to look upon in amazement. His opposite hand jolted forwards as a second wave of the force was thrown forwards, holding the incoming flames and the force of the explosion at bay.

His fingers twitched and his teeth gritted together as his concentration switched wholly upon keeping the aftermath of the fire mission at bay. Both his hands surged forwards, pressing against the impeded mixture of flames and destruction in the hopes that the others could exfil from the area in time to survive. The force was a tool that none of them had at their disposal, and even if they did, it was only by circumstance that Luc was positioned forwards enough to contain it. The seconds felt like minute as the heat grew more intense on his hands, burning at his fingertips as the flames broke through his containment. He couldn't hold out for much longer, but luckily the unique whine of incoming dropships had signaled safety for the New Imperials behind him.

Exfiltration had arrived not a moment too late, and he smiled as a result.

Luc dropped the containment around the explosion, focusing inwards to himself as the contained mixture of death surged outwards towards his direction. He was engulfed in the fires, only saved from imminent death by covering himself with the last of his strength, and holding onto his defiance to live once more. He was blasted back, thrown into the air like a ragdoll that'd been tossed into a fire. His skin was blackened, his armor hot to the touch, and his grip on consciousness no longer present. Luc was fated to fall to the ground as a burned, broken mess., but as a result the sacrifice of the Grand Vizier would hopefully not be in vain.

Fate was a cruel mistress at times, but at least it was the one he chose.




ALLIES | NIO | NJO | SOM | Jaeger Harrsk Jaeger Harrsk | Djorn Bline Djorn Bline | Tyrell Paxxus Tyrell Paxxus | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Hunter Blackburn Hunter Blackburn | Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar
ENGAGING Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis
TO BE DETERMINED Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner Redd Redd Aiden Wolf Aiden Wolf




 

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Allies: Iasha Rha Iasha Rha | Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru
Opposition: Other Space Kaiden Other Space Kaiden 's Graug
Gear: Modified E-11 rifle,
Sith-Imperial Legionnaire Combat Armor, vibro-hatchet, glop grenade x0, flashbang x0, incendiary grenade x0
All was bright and humming, a radical contrast to the void she had been subject to before. Buzz from the flashbangs drowned out the pained screeches of Graug but not the voice she'd pulled back from the abyss, and Tast was loosening his mental tongue quite freely. His curses were all she heard as she rolled out of the way from the stomping feet of the blinded demons. She wrenched herself from the cave floor, the blood trailing from her nose mingling with the mud across her face. With a quick swipe of her hand she smeared away the grit then stumbled back only to fly forward again, a ferocious but hoarse yell scraping from her throat. She landed her fist in a Graug's ribs, engaging the vibroblade from her gauntlet, and skewering its heart. Ripping the blade away she went to deliver another slash, interrupted by the resounding pops of overloading crystal.

It was a gorgeous chain of explosions as crystals rained down on her head and shoulders. The caves were awash with reds and blues, graced with bursts of white and green flashes.


"Better than cobalt!" Shouted Tast in her mind, referencing the death hue which had almost taken her entirely. For once she agreed, even if this show of color would send her plunging back into the void the acolyte had pulled her from. Dust and debris from the caving ceiling had begun filling the ground, and a roaring tremble shook the walls of around them. Once more she resigned herself that this was her finale, so quick to give herself away to her Empire's service.

But the Empire protects.

The sensation of what wrapped around Ruek's chassis was what she could describe as a heavy harness drawn tighter than needed. It flung her back with desperate force, and all she saw was a glimpse of that same acolyte, the Twi'lek which had saved her before. Ruek groaned as she shoved off a stack of debris. Were they still in the caves? She lifted her chin to feel the breeze, turned her head to hear the shouts of men and wails of artillery fire. Yet it was dark as midnight. Was their fight so arduous that hours swept by without notice?

Ruek craned her neck to look at the ceiling. Above them, the Storm King eclipsed the sky. It blotted out Dantooine's sun, casting its shadow over the face of Garang City. Artillery lit the sky like shooting stars, falling into the Libra Gold garrison and the surrounding buildings in the city. Ruek looked around her and counted those among the debris.

One was missing.

The Twi'lek did not leave her behind and Ruek had to repay in kind. She held her side as she stumbled a few steps then collapsed. She wouldn't allow such a debt to go unpaid, she couldn't allow it. She was the legionnaire, she was the one expendable. She pulled herself closer, digging into the loose soil.

She called to the others, throwing aside rock and shards of crystal. "Dig! She can't be far."


 
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