Dominion Odik Onslaught- Republic Dominion of Odik

[Atlas Kane]

Odik II
Frozen Hand Prison
Jerec Asyr

Near the back of the prison’s yard, located next to the main entrance, stood a large carbonite block. It was flanked by two guards and bore the holographic inscription “Non-compliance will be punished.” One could almost picture the annoyance it caused for the prison overseer as one took a single glance at it. Two finger-guns poked out of the block of carbonite, alongside the half grinning, half in-serious-pain face of a human, his wink to whoever stood before him as he was frozen eternally captured in solidified metal. Or at least it would be were it not for the fact that the carbonite figure’s pose changed every day.

Atlas had been found out fairly soon by the Frozen Hand during his attempts to infiltrate their group. Branded a traitor and hauled off to a remote holding facility, his captors soon found that the man wouldn’t reveal any information. Nonetheless, he was kept alive, the powers that be seeing a potential bargaining chip in him, or something of that sort. Atlas really wasn’t sure why they still kept him alive, but so long as they did, he’d sworn to cause as much trouble as was in his power.

Tragically, there wasn't a lot he could do. After only the second day in a solitary cell with nothing to do but mess with his guards, the overseer had become wary of the Sith’s incessant interference with his guards' perceptions. To protect his guards and to be rid of a Force-wielding “prankster” the man had decided to find a new use for the Sith. Each day he would be flash-carbonite frozen and put on display to the other inmates. He would serve the Frozen Hand both as a deterrent and undergo further torture in hopes of finally breaking and revealing information his overlords would find useful. Breaking a Sith was no easy feat, after all, the overseer would make himself important yet.

They’d entered week three of the daily routine and Atlas had begun running out of interesting poses to be frozen into, the finger guns a rerun of one of his first week's performances.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

The guards hadn't been kind enough to leave the keys or convenient bolt cutters or any such thing. They had, however, left some numbskull Sith frozen in carbonite. Against every speck of his better judgment, Jerec pushed the necessary buttons to thaw him out. He made sure that attractive prisoners of several genders were the first thing Atlas Kane saw upon thaw. Gotta cover your bases.

"Hi there," said an androgynous, ambiguous, but unimpeachablly hot Twi'lek. "The guards are gone. Can you help?"

Everyone who'd come in to thaw the Sith wore tough ankle shackles; some wore cuffs too.

"You're the closest thing we've got to power tools," Jerec explained.

 

[Atlas Kane]

From total darkness came a small ray of light. It pierced the inky veil like a sword, bringing with it the familiar sensation of being alive once more. A feeling of uncertainty and trepidation accompanied the sudden changes. A whole galaxy of possibility lay just beyond the illuminated portal of consciousness. Where would he be? What would he find once he woke again? The familiar visage of an ageing overseer bent on inflicting nothing but pain? The sight of a star in all its glory, observed safely through a starship’s transparisteel windows? Perhaps it would be grass and greenery, an accidental awakening long after all civilisation had gone, stirred to consciousness by the curious tampering of a small, yet unjustifiably fluffy, creature? What point was there in hoping when the reality would be nothing but more of the same? Resigned to his fate of a meagre existence of capture and monotony, he sighed his first breath in many, many hours.

What greeted him instead was a countenance beyond compare. Perhaps the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. So sweet that he swore an accurate description would elude even the most learned poets of Ithor. Or perhaps it was the hibernation sickness finally getting to him after so many repeated freezings.

Looking around he realised the presence of others, all bound by shackles.

“It would be a pleasure.” his speech was almost slurred, still feeling the haziness of hibernation. The freezing was short-term enough to avoid the most severe side-effects, but a splitting headache and general grogginess remained.

“I’ll only be able to make them more brittle, I’m afraid.” He peered around, for the first time realising he was in the prison’s work yard. “But perhaps those ordinary ones'll be able to cut through after I’m done?”

He went to work immediately, incanting ancient Sith words, expending some of his own life force to fuel the rituals of Sith alchemy employed in weakening the structural strength of the inmates’ binding chains.

Jerec Asyr

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Atlas Kane promptly became the recipient of appreciation so excessive that even Jerec found himself mildly nauseated. He focused on applying his rock-breaking sledgehammer to his shackles, which cracked pleasantly. Others followed suit. Hammers rang on metal, metal rang on floors, much happiness ensued.

Various guards had given him to understand that his ship - a disposable little freighter - had been impounded and his cargo seized. The impound lot at the edge of the prison compound held a number of small ships, all of them crippled to prevent escape but preserve potential value. In short order, Jerec found his crappy ship - cargo hold empty - and started figuring out how to get it operational again.

 

[Republic Engineering]

​

Within a small fraction of time, the platform was cleared of enemy presence. The Jedi moved quickly, and with practiced ease as he dispatched the Soldiers of the Frozen Hand. The blade of Summer-sky wove a delicate and fluid pattern as it tore through armour and flesh alike. Two soldiers were swiftly disposed of - but not slain - whilst the others were thrown from the platform by an unseen wave of telekinetic energy.

Gideon watched on impassively as Lanik dispatched their opposition. The man wasn’t the Jedi’s greatest fan, nor did he think highly of their Order. Such a mindset was common amongst many of the Republic’s rank and file, but it wasn’t as widespread as the man desired. The Jedi were the reason why the Galactic Alliance crumbled. Through their lethargic stance and practices, the influence of the Sith spread like wildfire.

The Commando lost everything he loved when the Galaxy was torn asunder.

Thus, there was no awe triggering in his mind - nor comments of praise erupting from his lips. Let the others of Sigma give this Jedi the recognition, Gideon thought to himself. His mind would focus on nothing more than the completion of the mission. Little else mattered.

When the Commandos of Sigma Squad touched down on the very same platform the Jedi cleared - Gideon was the first to deactivate the Grav-chute attachment magnetically clamped to the rear of his armour. His thunderous steps echoed as he approached the Jedi. The man nodded - not out of any form of respect - but out of begrudging acknowledgement instead. Gideon couldn’t ignore the Jedi, as to do so would likely jeopardize the mission and earn his comrades the collective ire of their superiors.

“So be it,” He whispered to himself, as the man fought the urge to roll his eyes.

As the Commando sought to speak aloud, his attention was drawn to one of the maimed troopers that littered the platform. The man’s legs were severed from the knee down. It wouldn’t be an issue to get prosthetic replacements, especially in a Republic-sanctioned prison facility - but the man would live the rest of his life out in agony. There was a chance the prosthetics wouldn’t take, as his body could reject the implants. Sure, they could flash-clone his limbs - but there was a slim chance that the cloned flesh could be corrupted. No matter what route they took going forward, the man was crippled for life.

Gideon slung his service weapon over an armoured shoulder and stepped towards the prone figure. He was bawling as he crawled and cried out for help that’d never come.

Narrowing his eyes, the Commando activated his external speakers and ordered Sigma Squad to secure the other trooper. Losing a hand was terrible, yes, but it wasn’t as drastically life-altering as losing both legs. That handless trooper would serve as their captive, and depending on what information the man knew - he’d perhaps live happily behind bars. The other, legless soldier, on the other hand, would suffer greatly if they took him in. So, Gideon smoothly withdrew his sidearm and knocked the safety latch aside. With a heavy, armoured boot, the Balmorran lifted and then firmly placed his weight in the centre of the sprawled man’s spine.

If he felt like being cruel - he could snap the man’s spine like a twig. All it would take is the right amount of pressure from his augmented leg. Instead, Gideon chose something a bit more humane. He’d put this… Imperial animal out of his misery.

At least in the afterlife, the man would be whole once more.

He lifted his pistol and pulled back on the trigger. In an instant, the man was dead, with nothing but crimson-stained carbon ash to remember what his face looked like. As if unperturbed by the display of brutality and violence, Gideon turned his helmet-shrouded gaze towards the rest of his ad-hoc unit, motioning towards the facility.

:: Let’s go. The Fleet’s waiting for us to drop this shield. ::​

| Lanik Dawnstar | Venandi | Republic Muse |​

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

"Sounds like a party, Shadow One. Wraith out." Frielle felt like a Nexu with a fresh catch. "Wraith One to Squad, stay frosty you are clear to engage." ​

​

The X-Wings splintered off into groups of three as they worked to distract the cannons while another group let loose a barrage of verdant hues. Toasty was an understatement, but it was what they in Wraith Squadron liked to call a target-rich environment and thus began a competition of who could score the most. Man and machine, pilot and X-Wing a lethal a combination as any and Wraith stuck close to Shadow Squadron. They provided cover fire and aided in clearing the void of any Imperial remnants. ​

​

"Watch those missiles!" Frielle ordered as she found herself making use of flares before she rolled away from the oncoming torpedoes.​

​

She caught a glimpse of the hit Shadow One took as she came around the corner. "You alright? Looked like a rough ride, Shadow One. Elin Garza is standing by if you need a quick rest." There would be no shame in that - speaking of - the Elin Garza replied to the Imperials with a ferocious volley of firepower. Odik would be wrestled away from them as another squadron unfurled from the Graza's hangars. ​

​

Erisi Kasra ​

​

​

​

​

 

[Sev Onasi]

Frielle Kinniak

A tight smile etched itself across Erisi's lips as Wraith squadron moved in with the assist, going after TIEs and pulling fire away from Shadow Squadron as they swung back around for the next attack run. He felt a tremor running through the ship and he rested one hand on the console to get a better sense of what it was doing. "Not bad, Wraith One. Seems to have knocked a stabilizer loose. Gonna empty my torpedo racks and land it before it gives way completely."

He pushed the throttle forward again as the squadron hurtled towards the few remaining laser cannons. The targeting computer beeped and he depressed the trigger. The ship rumbled as the torpedoes launched, and he kept his thumb down. A stream of torpedoes arced out towards the laser platforms, slamming into them, and sending several exploding into balls of flame. But unfortunately, he heard a loud clanging from behind him, and the fighter started bouncing around.

"This is Shadow One," Erisi said through jolts and bounces. "Coming in around for a hard landing. Stabilizer is gone."

 

[Hoid Hallafax]

He had miscalculated. They had almost no laser cannons left and the starfighters kept coming, not to mention the few capital ships the Republic had at their disposal were pummeling him and his fleet. He cursed under his breath. Where was the rest of the fleet? Had they already left? The pureblood growled when a bridge officer began hailing for his attention.

"Sir, we've picked up a hyperspace anomaly! It looks like...The fleet!"

"Its about time those lazy bastards showed themselves, fetch me a com channel with their lead ship immediately!"

"But sir-" The sharp glare of the Commodore shut the girl up right away and she simply nodded and patched him through...It was to be his funeral.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aboard the Frozen Hand

The vessel dropped out of hyperspace behind the Republic fleet, but didn't fire. There was no need, the battle was already lost and Lord Nox wasn't one to waste resources on a lost battle, even tibannah.

Lord Nox paced the Captain's Ready Room of his command ship slowly, his cybernetics hissing as he walked. A long mechanical sigh escaped his mask as his com officer hailed him to let him know the lead ship of the Odik task force was attempting to reach him. He snorted, or at least made the only equivalent he could in his state, a mechanical gargle that sounded more like someone had shook a tin can full of bolts. This commodore had some audacity....

"Put it up," came the voice from his vocabulator. The image came up as the man was in mid tirade.

"-we have been waiting for hours for you lazes to arrive. Do you raelize what you've cost Lord Nox? I have half a mind to-" The realization came too late. Nox's glare was piercing, even through the holofeed. "L-l-l-Lord Nox!" the Arkanian man said before saluting and bowing his head. "I-I'm sorry, my com officer didn't inform me it was you who-"

"Spare me," Nox rumbled, waving a mechanical hand through the air dismissively. "You've failed me for the last time Commodore. My scouts have informed me that a large Republic Task Force is on its way to the system as we speak. You will die, but you now have a new mission. In your death I will see what new vessels the Republic has brought to this fight...This way even your failure will bring us something useful. Nox out." He cut the holofeed, the last image he saw of the commodore was a face mixed with rage and sorrow. He wasn't sure if the man had any family back in Sith Empire space. Likely not, as defectors the Sith had probably sent all of their families to death camps or conscripted them to the front lines against the Silver Jedi with limited equipment. They were as good as dead.

And now so was the commodore and his crew, due to the man's own incompetence. A battlecruiser and several star destroyers....They should have wiped the floor with this poultry fleet. No matter, it was no longer his fight to attempt to win. He thumbed the button on his comlink that connected him to the bridge and gave his orders.

"Frozen Hand, prepare for lightspeed jump back to Byss. It is time for the next stage in my plan." From the corner of the room a figure stirred. "Ah, Darth Xul, I didn't mean to disturb your meditations." The figure stood and walked into view, a twi'lek woman of the rare red sub-species. Black tattoos adorned almost every part of her body that was left exposed. Though the black armored robes she wore left much to to the imagination, the way the armor fit made sure to spur that imagination on. Her voice was light and fit perfectly the image she attempted to portray.

"No matter," she said, her Ryl accent thick despite the decades of basic beaten into her by the Sith, "It was foreseen that Odik would fall. Your Knights have ensured that you will ultimately be victorious..."

Erisi Kasra Frielle Kinniak Cynthia Alucard Zahara Myneto

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

​

Not a word was shared between the Jedi and the members of Sigma squad if anything the tension between them was nearly palatable. Lanik only wished he knew what he’d done to offend them so, yet there was nothing he could do without violating their privacy, instead, he left it making his way forward while the soldiers milled about the platform taking captives.

Back to the soldiers, Lanik felt a sudden tug in the force, his head turning back in time to see the war crime that was committed before his very own eyes. Time seemed to slow as the padawan could do nothing but watch as the pistol blew the Frozen Hand trooper’s head away. For Lanik he saw every excruciating detail. The charred viscera and grey matter that flew free, the body as it went completely limp, and then Commander putting away their sidearm and continuing on as if they’d done nothing wrong.

Stomach tightening, knees growing weak Lanik continued to look at the corpse a few moments longer before his own aquamarine eyes moved to land on the Lieutenant. So many emotions fought to break themselves past the barrier the Jedi had created. He didn’t let the disgust or horror show on his face. Instead, it was a simple blank stare before he continued onwards. He was not the officer's commander, he couldn’t reprimand Gideon for what he’d done but he’d be sure to report it to those who could.

Without speaking a word to the rest of Sigma squad Lanik turned and continued his march forward, keeping his senses open for both enemies and for those who were supposedly his allies. If these were the lengths the Republic forces would go to what made them any better than the Sith, or the Frozen Hand. There was a thin line and it had been crossed. Many could perhaps say casualties of war, but this had been cold-blooded murder.

So lost in thoughts Lanik paid almost no attention to the Frozen hand soldiers, his saber weaved through the air batting bolts back to their senders disarming or disabling them instead of killing. The force-controlled his hands, his flow and when he finally came to they stood outside a door of solid durasteel. From inside a humming could be felt. They were nearing the generator.

Republic Engineering

 

[Hoid Hallafax]

The Commodore's hopes had been dashed. As the Frozen Hand leaped back into hyperspace he felt the blood drain from his body.

"S-sir?" They had all heard. He no longer held any power here...He didn't want do die but he had been abandoned twice now and he had nowhere else to go. Well, at least if he was going out his crew would be here with him right? A wave of energy washed over him seconds after he heard the sound. The young com officer whom he'd reprimanded and forced to put him on com with Lord Nox stood over him, her sidearm in hand. A look of terror and exileration was on her face. The schutta had stunned him and as the darkness creeped over his eyes he realized he really was going to die alone....

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Redeemer and the Resolver dropped out of hyperspace with an escort of light cruisers and nebula star destroyers. They dropped out of hyperspace behind the Frozen Hand fleet and pelted them with all of their fire power. Before they had even launched fighters the Frozen Hand's battlecruiser had been put out of commission with the Star Destroyers to follow. While the dug in Frozen Hand on the ground and in the prison would take longer to root out, the Republic had taken control of the space and hyperlanes into the system. They called it a victory, "the first of many" against the Frozen Hand.

But they still didn't know the cost. None of them would, until it was too late....

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Byss

Darth Xul stood from the meeting of Lords as holograms blinked out. With a sigh she exited the room along with the large and brutish Sith that often accompanied her to these meetings. Her apprentice was waiting for them just outside as were a cadre of other Sith and Dark Jedi. Byss had been restored in the golden era before the Gulag plague, but Dark Lords of the Sith returned here, drawn by the nexus that still resided in the wake of a great Sith Lord's death. The Heart of Palpatine...A nexus so terrible and powerful it could not be contained in one location. The entire system had been affected by its presence.

But they would not fail, for they were not afraid. They would offer many to the nexus and control its power so that the entire Galaxy would feel their wrath and the TRUE Sith Empire could be restored. They just needed more time...And the Frozen Hand would give them that time.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Lieutenant Cynthia Alucard
Location: Bridge of Angel's Dust
Endurance II - Class Fleet Carrier

---

Keep in mind, the ever presence of death when aboard a space faring vessel was always around me. . . I was a TIE Pilot after all. Cyn reminded herself continuously as she noted how dangerously low the ship’s shields were approaching. Thankfully though the pressure of the brunt of the attack had been directed elsewhere as the rest of the Republic Fleet finally had maneuvered to bring the fight to the Frozen Hand fleet.

Though the word ‘fleet’ would have been generous, more so an over sized battle-group of ships. The remaining Republic Forces were slowly pushing the enemy back and this allowed Cyn to breathe a sigh of relief as she turned away from the holo-map before quickly snapping back as alarms blared around them. A massive energy signature was suddenly detected behind the Republic forces and Cyn’s skin turned to an even paler shade of white.

Curses and shouting continued to be the soundtrack of the bridge as all the Officers continued their ever reaching goal to not run into others. Orders were flung and soon their own vessel turned to face the behemoth of a Star Destroyer. The whole scenario felt oddly familiar and Cyn was not appreciative of the irony she was feeling first hand. With white knuckles she gripped onto her data-pad and continued to coordinate with the remaining fighter squadrons to provide a small screen and offer a token resistance from the incoming TIE fighters that were no doubt being launched from the Super Star Destroyer.

But even as the ships of the Republic scrambled to entertain this new threat before them, it disappeared quickly as soon as it had appeared. What was happening? Cyn asked, confusion of what was the real reason for such show of force if they weren’t going to use it to help repel against the Republic.

“What’s there game?” Cyn asked to herself, her words though were caught with even more shouts and orders being rung around the bridge around her.

 

[Venandi]

While the Gideon and his commandos, along with Lanik, attacked the one platform area, Venandi and his brothers attacked another. They had swiftly closed the distance to land and arrived in force, eliminating the group of soldiers by the AA gun. Quickly placing some det charges on the gun, the ARC troopers moved out, heading deeper into enemy territory. They didn't bother to stay quiet, instead they moved with all the deadly effectiveness a squad of ARCs brought to the table.

Clearing the first few buildings was easy, it was when they came to a bunker that things became complicated. The scathing fire from the front and part of the side prevent a swift attack. So the squad flanked the building, planning to blow a whole in the side. To that extent, Cutter retrieved a det pack from his pack, preparing to throw it at the side of the bunker and blowing it. After a moment of maneuvering, the det pack was thrown and blown up, creating a crater in the side of the bunker. Venandi led the charge into the bunker, his brothers close behind. Together they slaughtered the defenders, with the last dying to his throat being cut open.

Securing the bunker, Venandi took stock of their situation, looking at his mini map for their allies. As he did so, Strings idly kicked at the corpse of one of the defenders.
"Droids put up more of a defense than these guys do." He grumbled aloud. The rest of the squad simply chuckled, it was true and they wouldn't deny it. A challenge would be nice. Alas fate wasn't nice enough to send a challenge their way, yet. Instead, Venandi pinpointed the location of their allies and showed it to his brothers.

As one, the squad exited the bunker and turned in the direction of their allies. Moving swiftly in that direction, the ARCs eliminated opposition as it arose. At one point they simply threw some more det packs at a building before moving on, allowing the building full of enemies to simply blow sky high. Soon enough the ARCs were near where Lanik and Gideon were, in fact they were only half a dozen meters away, if slightly below them due to the platform. Igniting their jetpacks, the ARCs flew up in a graceful arc, before coming down amidst a squad of enemies trying to flank Lanik.

They came down swiftly and mercilessly, crushing the enemy squad underfoot. Cutter put his Z6 to good use by mowing down half the squad, while Surge blew up the other half using his bowcaster. Venandi and Strings though, they came down on their targets, or in Venandi's case, a pair of targets. Crushing the one's neck with a boot, Venandi shot the other in the head, an action mirrored by Strings. Raising up their weapons, they quickly opened fire on the other Frozen Hand soldiers present. It seems they'd arrived just in time to get to the generator.

Grinning at that fact, Venandi gave a mock salute with two fingers to his head to Lanik and Gideon.
"Seems like we're here in time for the party. Let's start with fireworks, shall we?"

Lanik Dawnstar Republic Engineering