Oh i'm sorry, did we break your concentration? [New Order Dominion of Lorrd]

[Other Space Kaiden]

Disgusting...weak...foolish, the words that would forever describe those who dared defy the New Order and the truth that they brought in their wake. They claimed themselves to be true Sith, denounced all that the New Order was and stood for and for that they would be wiped clean from the history books. The loyal soldiers of the New Order would bring down upon them a righteous fist of pride and glory and those who died would be remembered as true warriors of the Order, the enemy would be forgotten under the rubble of their temple. These pitiful excuses for Sith brought a grave threat to the order and stability that the New Order sought to bring about, anyone among their ranks could see that.

They had been given their chance to sway their side, but they refused. No more warnings would be given, no offers of peace extended and no mercy shown. Those who fought would die and those who were weak enough to be captured were to be thrown into the slave pits. All would be forgotten. All books of their people, burned. Holovids of their teachings, destroyed. Art depicting their culture, purged. There would be no uttering of their existence unless it was of their demise and soon enough the fact that they even lived would be forgotten by time.

"Lord Vulcanus, all fleets will be dropping from hyperspace in thirty seconds." one of the many deck officers of Vulcnus's Xo'Xaan stated, folding his hands behind his back and standing tall before the beast.

"Excellent, prepare all strike teams...I want the last thing these lessers see to be the sight of Sith boots on their soil." Vulcanus purred and the officer nodded before clicking his left foot against the right and bringing his fist across his torso and over his heart in the standard New Order salute.

Then, with a slight bow of his head, replied "Of course, mi'lord, it will be done."

(OOC: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/27166-dominion-of-lorrd/#entry375571 )​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Out of the shadows Darth Ferus stepped, moving past the officer that had just spoken with [member="Darth Vulcanus"] . The Zabraks presence along gave all on the bridge a shiver, save for the Dark Lord himself. Quiet as Death he stepped beside his master, taking a knee. Another planet to cleanse. Another planet to bring to perfection. This time, however, the Zabrak would make sure he knew his masters orders. He would not suffer the same embarrassment of the last time.

The dark folds of cloth moved with Ferus as he stood, looking out to the planet below. In a raspy broken voice he spoke, ignoring the pain his left cheek felt. A present from the Dark Lord for disobedience, it was made to heal slower then the average wound. Much slower. It would prove to be a constant reminder not to go against the Master.

"What is thy bidding, my master?"

 

[Darth Narakada]

Narakada's metal boots rang on the metal as he approached the master shared by the Zabrak and himself. The training of dark powers and ways of fighting would be put to the test - no - the use, once again. Having chosen to accompany his master aboard his ship, rather than the one Narakada owned himself, he had been waiting down in the hangar, one of his favorite places. Now he walked aboard the ship's bridge, passing an officer on the way in, that glanced nervously at the armored goliath.

His eyes took in the Zabrak kneeling, probably having asked what his orders were. "And what would you have me do, m'lord?"

[member="Darth Vulcanus"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Bria Shadow-Tarkin]

Coming out behind a shuttle craft that had taken up at to find herself, walking with her boots making no sound at all. It was as if her step was a dance very light but quick. Finding her way, it hadn't been very long since she had awaken to find a much different galaxy then she had lost seen. Chaos all around her now more so then every in her time. Taking her place as Lord and Master now, only to have that taste in her mouth. Never having to call one that for a long time, since her training had started on her long journey. Looking at the ones around her the invitations force to be, all coming to rest eyes upon her, letting her pheromones play upon most of them. Bring a smirk upon her face. Only to leave in their mind that the taske they had at hand, first to see who would be worthy of her attention, only the domion would win, most would go down, that did matter to her they where underlying to her. It was how others treating the the new one that would be under rule of her Lord his his lords.

Speaking and thinking of which came face to face with some of them not seeing her master there as of yet. Greetings my Lord, I feel that My Lord Master hasn't arrived yet. [member="Darth Vulcanus"]It was in her eyes showing that she once held great power at her own finger tips, but also something else deep inside of her that made her mystery to those that looked upon her, as if she knew how to play the game of substitution when the game hands was played that way. Then to the others seeking along with tasting from the very force around them to how they sat in the force. [member="Darth Ferus"][member="Darth Narakada"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Another Xo'Xaan moved through hyperspace alongside Vulcanus', intimidatingly dubbed the "Tyrant's Fist", carrying another piece of the triumvirate that governed the New Order. Darth Vornskr slowly studied the tactical readout of the planet Lorrd, his recon squads having scouted out the planet before the operation was launched to take the planet. Despite the state the planet was in after the downfall of the Old Empire, the pretenders had erected admirable defenses around their heretical temples to defend against a possible attack from the civilian population or a small offworld force. However; what was speeding towards the planet was not a meager offworld force, but rather a well-organized invasion force put together by the rising New Order based out of Morellia. The New Order had been busy in the past few weeks, putting the information Vornskr stole from the Fel Empire before it's collapse being put to good use in the factories on Morellia. New armor and armored vehicles had been manufactured, and sat patiently in the hull of this metal leviathan as it streaked across the stars.

An officer slowly approached the Dark Minister as he stood bent over the tactical readout of Lorrd City. The officer stopped, stood to attention and saluted the Sith Lord with the new salute being enforced through the New Order military before saying, "Milord, we are coming upon Lorrd. The ETA to re-entry into realspace is thirty seconds, shall I prepare the shuttles for departure sire?" Vornskr lazily looked from the readout to the officer, "Yes, Commander Stavros. I wan't those ships prepped the moment we come within preferred deployment range of the planet. Dismissed." The officer saluted again, and strode off to fulfill the Dark Minister's orders. Meanwhile; Vornskr continued to study the city, waiting in anticipation for the time of reckoning to crash down upon it.

[member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Narakada"] [member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"] [member="Darth Narakada"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

[member="Talon Vosra"]

The Xo'Xaan, named the Collosus, exited in real space with a supernatural hum. The Dark Emperor admired the fallen Sith planet for a few moments before both of his Enforcers marched over to him. Ferus, who had not forgotten his lesson, kneeled before him and requested his orders. Nar'vash did the same but without the kneeling, luckily the Dark Lord was far too focused on the planet to notice.


Vulcanus remained still, but the bridge had lit up with activity. Officers ran here and there to make sure that everything was going to plan. Regardless, Vulcanus simply continued his cold stare out the observation window.


"You two will accompany me and the main invasion force when we raze their pathetic temple. Come, we will accompany the strikes teams" Vulcanus then turned, his black cape catching wind behind him as he pushed past the two Sith.

 

[Voroll]

Ignore: posted on wrong character.

 

[Clarke Gabel]

The Usaldus continued its journey through hyperspace, receiving orders all the while regarding the upcoming invasion force and fleet operations to the carried out. Captain Gabel, newly promoted and reinstated following the successful takeover of his homeworld of Morellia by the New Order, sat in his chair on the bridge. Centred, surrounded by beings both younger and older than he.
His face turned towards the navigations officer, who sat by his left.
“Petty Officer Skyhookree, what’s our current ETA?”
“Fifty seconds, sir.” The Captain stood up from the chair and looked around to the crew sat on chairs and tapping away at screens and consoles, some were talking in hushed voices while others were not.
“Give the order for Action Stations.” He commanded to his inferiors. His voice was rigid; seeping nothing resembling any emotion. His back straightened and he walked towards the front of the bridge to stare out of the transparisteel view-port while the crew in the room rushed. The bright, warm light was replaced with a dark red and klaxons sounded in all areas of the ship.
Through the speakers placed throughout the ship a voice sounded, not the Captain’s, but his XO. He alerted the crew of their need to be ready for this: to report to their stations and to abandon all non-essential tasks being undertaken.

Three-hundred and ninety six soldiers and pilots were required just to man the starfighters, gunships and dropships. Leaving the remaining five-hundred and forty to prepare for their eventual landing.
“Captain, all sectors report ready.”
“Deploy starfighters as soon as we enter realspace. Continue to monitor communications and make damn sure we are not caught off-guard by any orbital defences.” Gabel ordered, having turned around to face the crew of the bridge. Multiple heads nodded, some offered the traditional words of the New Order Navy, although he did not respond. He liked to think himself a cautious man, whether or not that was actually true, however, was another matter completely.

“Exiting hyperspace in five, four, three, two, one…”

[member=Darth Vulcanus] | [member=Darth Vornskr] | [member=Bria Shadow-Tarkin] | [member=Darth Narakada] | [member=Darth Ferus]

 

[Jacob2130]

Tye was sitting in a chair with his arms crossed when he saw [member="Darth Vulcanus"] walking towards the exit. Tye stood up and fell in between [member="Darth Ferus"] and [member="Darth Narakada"] without saying a word or making a sound. Almost like he was there the whole time, except for the part of actually not being seen while the two were kneeling. Tye didn't say a word to Vulcanus, for he knew that he must be strategizing on how to defeat them in the best possible way, but Tye already had a few plans on how to win. Vulcanus is probably a better strategist than him anyways, but Tye needs to prove to him that he is better than these two.

 

[Darth Narakada]

"Haudu, my lord," he bows slightly, just before his master turns to leave. The life on the deck of the ship was always interesting to watch; to see how it differed from his own ship, which he ensured ran with the utmost smoothness. Narakada then turned to follow his master, pausing briefly when an officer looked at him funny, which by consequence, made the officer stop looking at him at all. Continuing on, the Dathomir's long legs and fast gait brought him up to Lord Vulcanus. "Master, I have men ready to transport here if we need reinforcements. Just say the word."

[member="Tye Kelly"] | [member="Darth Vulcanus"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Imperatus]

"ETA thirty seconds, captain." The calm, level voice of his helmsman rang unemotionlessly across the bridge of the Xo'Xaan class heavy cruiser Imperius. The ensign was addressing Sith Acolyte who was occupying the commander's chair. Melkaroth, however, continued to stare out into the swirling blue vortex ahead of him, his face a mask.

With a jolt, the ship exited hyperspace. Melkaroth stood, surveying the scene before him. The main invasion fleet sat some distance from the planet, while @[member=Darth Vulcanus]' ship, the Colossus, sat a fair bit closer. As he watched, little points of light began to issue forth from the main invasion fleet, which he knew to be their Starfighters.

Presently, Melkaroth was commanding a small "tactical support" fleet whose job it was to provide cover for the strike teams as they went about their missions, as well as the invasion fleet as it moved in to deploy its troops. In this fleet was his chosen flagship, the Imperius, as well as two smaller Sadow class cruisers, and six Kressh class escort frigates to provide them with protection.

"Move the fleet into low orbit." said Melkaroth. "Hold the formation. Deploy a standard star fighter screening force and notify Darth Vulcanus that we await his command."

[member="Darth Vulcanus"][member="Darth Ferus"][member="Darth Vornskr"][member="Darth Narakada"][member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"][member="Tye Kelly"][member="Clarke Gabel"][member="Voroll"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Darth Ferus moved with [member="Darth Vulcanus"] and [member="Darth Narakada"] . [member="Tye Kelly"] was more or less ignored by the Zabrak. The fact the boy was still breathing was an issue to fix later, but for now it was best to focus on the job at hand. He slid Deus slightly out of it's sheath, checking the purple burning blade before nodding, satisfied. There would be some waiting, something the Zabrak didn't like, but it would be necessary.

"When do we begin?"

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Melakoth Tyrin "] [member="Darth Narakada"] [member="Clarke Gabel"]

"Immediately" Vulcanus growled, exiting the bridge and striding towards the hanger. He wouldn't slow his pace at the slightest as he moved down the corridors and towards his shuttle. As they marched, a small squadron of stromtroopers would join up with them and march beside Vulcanus on the way down to the shuttles and dropships. "Ferus, you will be coming with me to eliminate the false Sith at the first Anti-Aircraft position, Narakada you take a legion of stormtroopers and assault the second."

The commands were short but simple, they would hit the anti-air guns and open the way for the main invasion force.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus only nodded once to [member="Darth Vulcanus"] . So he was to go with the Dark Lord alone and bring down one of the anti air turrets. This would be fun. Without a word he followed Krag onto the shuttle, opting to stand instead of sit. He rested a hand on the hilt of his Force blade, more then ready for what would come next. The slaughter of countless false Sith seemed too good to be true, but it was.

"How many heretics will there be, Master?"

 

[Darth Imperatus]

Melkaroth pulled out his personal holocom and dialed in Darth Vulcanus.

"Master, according to the intellgence reports, each anti-air position is protected by a separate shield generator. Each generator is powered by its own reactor. Destroying the AA batteries individually would be a long and inefficient process, but if your strike teams can disable the reactors, I can have my ships destroy the positions once you get out. The guns are not the most accurate, so there may be some misses--but I can keep civilian casualties at an acceptable level."

[member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Narakada"] [member="Tye Kelly"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ferus"] @Melakoth Tyrin

"I do not know, but one is far too many." the Dark Lord commented to the one formerly know as Krest, before taking his seat beside the commander of the Imperial Commando Platoon that would be assisting the two Sith with the destruction of the AA guns. As the shuttles began to lift off the deck and dive into the black pool of space, another communication came into Vulcanus from Melakoth.

After listening to the Sith the Dark Emperor nodded, "Observant, lesser, I applaud your eye." Vulcanus said before continuing "the casualties of the civilian populace is not a concern, only the deaths of the false Sith concerns me."

 

[Darth Ferus]

A pale blue gaze drifted off to look around the shuttle itself. Ferus was never a fan of ships, and the smaller shuttle proved no different from any other. He stood in silence, simply awaiting the eventual landing. Whether or not he fought with [member="Darth Vulcanus"] , Darth Ferus would bring his masters enemies to justice. Painfully. He continued to stand even as the ship took off, somewhat locking himself in place through the Force and his metallic leg, magnetizing himself to the shuttles floor.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

The shuttle began to shake violently as the Sith descended upon the planet. The cultists had a mix of large and small turrets, the smaller ones being flak to deal with landing crafts that tried to mount an assault. Luckily, the shuttle and gunships being used were small enough to avoid most of the shots but every so often a dropship would take a direct hit and exploded brilliantly into a shower of metal and flame. The commandos didn't make a sound, they just sat silently with their rifles in hand and their visors impenetrable by the tint.

"ETA, one minute!" the pilot shouted back...

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak let out a small sigh at each shot that hit, always expecting the shuttle itself to go down. His hand gripped the hilt of his own blade until they turned to a pale red. It wasn't fear he was experiencing, but a thrill. A grin was on the face of Ferus as he waited for the landing. Yes, there would be many to kill in less then a minute. Many that he would take that much pleasure in dismembering. He cast a glance to [member="Darth Vulcanus"] however, just to ask a single question.

"All shall die?"

 

[Darth Narakada]

Having silently watched and listened the entire time, the ancient man readied himself. He let the Force. The anger. The hatred. He let it all flow within him, filling his person with power that only those worthy would ever achieve. His master and fellow enforcer stood apart from him as the shuttle shook and rattled about annoyingly. Narakada's saber silently slid from his belt into his hand. All was ready and all would die. Today was the day that things would be set right and the Empire would rise from the female it once suffered. And this time it would be pure.

"Death is my realm," he whispered to himself.

[member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Vulcanus"]