Operation Rebirth | The Rebellion's Rebellion of Jaminere (Hex AK-24)

[Orion Darkstar]

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Kaine's Siqsa Battle Armor
War's Edgehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/107635-wars-edge/
[SIZE=10.5pt]x1 Sith Lightsaber | x1 Valis Worship Lightsaber (White, No special features.)[/SIZE]
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Location: Capital Annex, Jaminere

PC Allies: [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]​

Enemies: Rebels and Jedi​

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The silence would have disturbed him if he didn't understand the key fundamentals of being an assassin. Instead, he embraced it. It was a good sign and the darkside of the force allowed him to feel her. The words that slipped into his ear confirmed exactly that. ​

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"Understood. I am on the street, keep an eye for anything I cannot see from here."​

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He remembered her voice, the sweet tone searing his mind with images of Mygeeto. He was a changed man now, capable of accomplishing things without guidance of another. He was stubborn before, rejecting the opportunity to be with Krest's scarlet killer. Perhaps fate brought them back together, fighting on the same side like they should have been so long ago. None of that mattered here, what mattered was getting rid of the rebels. ​

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Orion felt the wind at his back, the light clothing of black fabric swaying in the wind. Originally he would kneel, but here he stood just on the cusp of the ledge from the annexed building. He scoured the streets to find any threats that needed to be dealt with. It was only a matter of time before someone slipped up. When that happened, Orion would already be on his way to destroy the unlucky imbeciles that tried to breach his domain. ​

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He felt the force around him, the blanket of the energy gripping onto him to survive. However, the channeled energies were to cloak him from other force sensitives. At least one far away from his location. He turned his head back and forth, still nothing. The distant sirens and panicked civilians ran fruitlessly through the streets in the far off distance. They were educated enough to not stroll close to the building Orion protected. Despite this it was a perfect cover for invading forces to weave their way closer to them. Unfortunately, they did just that. ​

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Orion felt it, a strip of invisible forces streaking through the crowds and finding success in their charge. The large group carried several threats. Some seemed to have the talent in the force as they quickly approached. ​

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"Rebels with potential Jedi, Northwest of my position. Engaging now..." ​

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As soon as the word was sent, Orion stepped out from underneath the ledge. The black flurry of his cloak engulfed him, the effects creating a ball of black smoke descending toward the ground. What most would expect is a loud clap to upon his landing, instead, mere silence. Orion tactically moved about the ground quickly, silently waiting to intercept the vile intruders. ​

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[Jacen Vadith]

JAMINERE

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COMMUNICATIONS HUB

"Hrm." The Sith groaned, begrudgingly admitting he was in the wrong. Agitation swelled from within him, understanding something wasn't quite right. Danger was coming, and the feeling only grew. The agitation only doubled in size as he failed to truly understand what it was. His own failure proving to be his path to the power of the Dark Side. His alignment was fickle, ever-changing as Vadith's mind wandered endlessly. A desperate desire to understand both radical ends of the Force left him finding a balance, only to lose it again; the light escaping his grasp, falling from his finger-tips as his eyes turned amber.

​Jacen placed himself within a seat, vacantly staring off at a blank wall as he descended into deep thought and concentration. Reaching out through the face in an attempt to understand what it was that he felt, but to no avail. "Hmph." He softly groaned, pushing up from his seat. "Wait here." He stated, entrusting the defence of Sebastian solely to Tsisaar, and the guards that remained. Although, if anyone was to come they would surely pass him on their way down.

He ascended up the stairs, leaving those behind him.

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Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Tsisaar Taral"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Cassandra Paige"]

Enemies: The Rebellion

 

[Delsin Kessler]

Objective: Help Rebells
Allies: Rebel, [member="Jax Vandal"] [member="Avoim Oeymo"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Objective: Towards the spaceport

His radar suddenly malfunction, the starfighters were suddenly getting closer. Solon was going to fire the engineering charge for building a not resistant engine. If he was able to survive. Suddenly, the starfighters dissappear from the screen, each one being destroyed by a mysterious fighter. Although that guy didnt communicate, Solon bet that the pilot was with the Rebels. That same pilot went for another strafe around the street, taking down soldiers that would stand resistance and follow their attack against the rebel moving through the sewers.

By now they would be getting out, but he noticed something alarming. The enemy had a ton of air force, but it was being used to travel troops into the city. He opened communications with his ally "Listen, we need to cut down the enemy supplies from the Communication Hub. If they arent able to enter, then the rebels will have a better opportunity to get the comms" he direct his ship towards the Hub location.

Solon began with shooting down the wing engine on a Sith transport ship, to make it crash into the street. Suddenly, the lights of the pit of his ship, as apparently the shot he received in the engines a while ago, was expanding a malfunction. Solon wouldn´t land, as he didnt had any backup. But the idea of crashing his ship with him inside didnt taste good. If he didnt get tracked by a another fighter, he could still strafe the streets and cut down the enemy regroup of troops

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

Location: Trade Port, Capital
Objective: Booby trap the entrances to the Trade Port
Allies: The Fel Empire I The Rebel Alliance I Direct: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Owazza"]
Foes: The Sith Empire I Direct: [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Apophis Natuu"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Equipment: Vibrosword I Standard Blaster pistol I Standard smoke grenade I Basic leather tribal dress

"What a waste.." sighing as she prepared the weapon and watched the explosives crumble to pieces. Meters beside her, a wookie by the name of [member="Owazza"] had already begun opening fire, to which she let out an even bigger sigh. Rather than express her disdain, she continued blasting the sidearm at whatever targets she could pinpoint; to which she realized just how foolish they were. Are we really just going to sit here against a vehicle when we have nothing but a Wookie firing wildly at it?

Though then again, the alternative was her throwing a smoke grenade at the ground, turning headtail and hoping for the best. Well, maybe that was the best thing she could do, coming criminally under prepared to this fight.

The weak blaster fire emanating from the weapon proved to not even surpass a distance of 10 meters or more. She glanced to her right, seeing a stormtrooper who had been the unfortunate victim of the Sun Guard's fire, gesturing to the surrounding allies botching any attempt at recovery to bring them to her. When they saw a brief moment of security, he was roughly shoved so the velocity would carry him over to, apparently, the only person in the group who had been trained in field medicine enough to not go poking and prodding at a wound in basically an open space. Ursula herself was one of the few who had opted to hide behind a derelict shipping container over the duracrete barricades, assuming the Sith were interested in not destroying their own cargo.

"Easy... if you keep squirming you're just going to come out of this worst off, some how." beginning to assist the trooper in removing the upper left portion of their armor in order to get a closer look. While being demoted to a medic was distasteful in her eyes, was it better to essentially fire blanks at the enemy?

 

[Darth Athora]

Location: Aboard a AT-PAT
Objective: Something something rebel scum

Allies: TSE | [member="Leliana"], [member="Jacen Vadith"], [member="Tsisaar Taral"], [member="Itash Mecetti"], [member="Cassandra Paige"]
Enemies: Rebels | [member="Kirie Ito"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Atlas Viridian"], [member="Icarus Volcata"]

"It's come to this then."

Each and every day that went by, Zahori had always suspected a contingency of rebellion. So much time passed by and not an inkling of possible opposition had appeared. So many worlds brought to heel by the Sith Empire and no one attempted to stop them. Then, Jaminere turned to be the tipping point. The Rebels had come, finally. And they came in strength.

"What's the nearest station?"

"The communications hub, ma'am. We are currently 15 minutes away."

"Ma'am, we're receiving a message from the Song of Truth. The rebels are currently utilizing the sewers to move about the city."

"Of course they are. Make for the comms hub. We must ensure that communications stay up. They're likely to hit there and hit there hard. Move with a purpose!"

At Zahori's command, the walker began moving. The 2 walkers behind them moved as well, forming a column of the lumbering war machines. Zahori had managed to procure special weaponry for the worker riots plaguing the city. Each walker ferried these weapons in their bellies. Now, the rebellion was here and Zahori had even more of a reason to unleash the Sith Empire's greatest asset upon the city.

"Keep the Blighters on edge. I want them ready to be deployed into those sewers to draw the rebels out of hiding."

"Yes, ma'am."

The sound of shock pikes hitting the blighters could be heard from inside the cockpit. The troopers were careful to not get to close to the Blighters and not fall victim to the foul sithspawn. The rebels would not be so lucky.

 

[Zek Koth]

The others were making their entry. He wished he could join them, but someone needed to keep an eye on things in the sewers. The sound of mechanics was already filtering down to him from somewhere else in the tunnels beneath the city. They must have sent droids down to search. Not surprising. Sith were overly focused on their outward appearance sometimes and would focus more on the fact that they didn't want to walk through sludge rather than on the fact that they needed to deal with their problems.

He was starting to think his efforts were wasted when he detected movement coming down the sewer. Slowly, he backed around the corner and prepared himself. This wasn't one of theirs, he was pretty sure of that. The rest of the group was breaching the capital building. He had felt an explosion moments ago, so maybe something else was going on, but either way he was going to assume this was a foe until it was proven otherwise.

He waited, Force signature still hidden, for the figure to continue to approach. When they were right about to move past the opening he had ducked into he, activated his saber and stepped out pointing it at the person.

"Identify yourself."

[member="Jantar Keltainen"]

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

Spoiler

Multispectrum disguise suite, Lightsabre, Shikkar, Personalised Assassin armour, Personal Shield, Taozin Amulet, Many Cybernetics, and a pair of parrot droids

Location: En route to Space Port
Objective: Protect Assets.
Opponents: [member="Rujat Aola"] [member="Jakkor Kess] | [COLOR=rgb(119,136,153)]Non Sith-Imperials | Death?[/COLOR]
[COLOR=#7aa9cf]Allies:[/COLOR][COLOR=#778899] [/COLOR][member="Darth Imperia"] | Sith-Imperial Personell

Cloaked under her stealth field generator, she had tried to disarm the bombs.

It was open, she could see the wiring and instantly made a mental map of how the bomb worked, how all of them worked, and how they were connected. The first lesson of Mechu Deru was to see the Force in the inanimate and see how it connected just as with flesh. Darth Filiae could sense the network of the bombs, and she thought, if she could reach out in time, she could stop them from going off. It would save so much; she could save so much.

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Chit. Sensing the impending explosion, Filiae tried to throw herself back and away. Her right hand went to the shield generator on her belt. Even with perfect timing, no shield could stand up to a bomb in this proximity, and she was perhaps a fraction too late. A bright light, fire, pain, and a perpetual ringing in her ears.

All of a sudden she was somewhere else. With her two organic eyes she looked up at the ashen face and burning, ember eyes of her Csen'ai. She looked so grand as she took the young Nan'eth'illa from that orphanage on Csilla. She spoke a soft Cheunh. Her hand was so cold, so dry, black like ink. Filiae's own was fleshy and blue. Untouched, unmarred for now. She hid, the csen'ai always found her somehow. She got better at hiding, but she always found her. Games and puzzles to sharpen a young mind, mould it into something sharp and quick.

Her knuckles were bloody, bruised. She could only see on the one eye; the other burned. Breath was quick in her as her fists beat the whipid's snout back into its face until the body grew limp. She felt strong arms seize her and pull her away as she kicked at the bleeding opponent's still body, and the displeased eyes of the csen'ai.

"Wield your passion; let not it wield you."​

Skin on skin, blue and peach. Quickened breath turning long and drawn as sparks shoot from metal fingers to scar the nubile flesh. And then that hand reached out to a pyramid of red and black. A new beginning, a new level of knowledge before impossible for her to reach, now at her fingertips. She opened it.

"What power there is in a machine."​

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Steel and electricity bending at her will, the world-machine churning beneath her feet as she reached for the sun and blotted it out. Metal fingers curled around the fiery globe and snuffed it out. Darkness, cold and dry like an ink-black hand taking her from the orphanage on Csilla.

"Csen'ai, kir ch'ah ch'in'vah vah?"
Mother did I fail you?

 

[Avoim Oeymo]

Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], [member=Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Glavis"], [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"]
Enemies: [member="Zahori Denko"]
Equipment: Ri Qorit Disabler, StealthX


Without word, Avoim suddenly turned his StealthX towards the communications hub, the weapons at the tips of his wings already lighting up a brilliant crimson as the energy lanced outward. The shots would find purchase, hitting several targets some fatally and others not. He shot down at least two more TIE-fighters with a slightly sustained attack, breaking through their shielding without much trouble and then destroying at either their solar panel wings or the cockpit itself. That was the danger of using TIE-Fighters, they had very little room for error in combat.

Another target that the man had shot at was a larger troop transport, damaging one of its engines which would force it to make an early landing some distance from the communications hub, which would buy their allies some time when things hit the fan. It was then that Avoim noticed the large walker in the area, it was not a friendly sight that much was certain. That was going to be an issue, he then toggled his mic and said “That big walker, that’s going to be an issue. I’m targeting it, you do what you can elsewhere.” The Jedi Master spoke quickly and with brevity.

He then angled his StealthX towards the big thing and began a bombing run on it, dropping two bombs total: A bunker buster and a Jedi Shadow Bomb, the Shadow Bomb dropped with a touch of the Force when he was above his target. Both bombs would fall from a relatively close distance as he dropped them his S-Foils would close and he would speed away trying to escape the incoming explosion. If the Walker and those aboard it had no defenses for it, most likely that Walker would be totaled in that instance.

 

[Jantar Keltainen]

Location, allies and all that stuff goes here...you know...yadda, yadda, yadda

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY

Jantar wondered if the stench alone would enable her to connect better with the dark side. Hatred was the standard was most Sith used the Force. Jantar did too, but the red-head found fear was an even better way to really fuel her connection and enable her to demand more than the average Acolyte could of the Force.

But right now, she wished for nothing more than a bad cold. A bunged-up nose would be a god-send. A lack of sensation in her olfactory organs would be perfect.

She made no effort to be stealthy – but trod carefully, so as to not spray her robes – or allow anything to get inside her tight-fitting boots. She’d decided the cloak would go the way of her footwear once she’d finished. The black material might not be splashed, but the smell would permeate the natural fibres regardless.

The second reason for slow walking was the nature of the underground tunnels. She was as competent as the next Acolyte when it came to Force Sight and Force Sense – but the narrow passageways were surrounded by dense brickwork and permacrete – and her Force abilities could not penetrate them. In fact, her Sith senses were effectively limited to line of sight.

She heard as opposed to sensed, an explosion but carried on regardless. Which was just before she heard the unmistakeable snap-hiss before she was illuminated by the glow of a saber. At least he didn’t swing first and ask questions later. Honourable or stupid? Or both?

“What do you precisely mean, ‘Identify myself.’ You, see, if I take that literally, you’re asking me to check who I am. So the logical course of action is for me to ask myself who I am and check I’m telling the truth.”

She paused and her amber eyes rolled upwards. “Yep, it’s me all right. Can I go now?”

At no point did she go for her saber, or risk connecting with the Force. She did, however, consider checking her luck in these matters. If she had a weakness – and in truth she had plenty but would only admit to one or maybe two…or possibly three – it was close-proximity combat. So how did she end up in the confines of a narrow tunnel?

Three encounters and three times she was up close and personal. What were the odds?

“Can I karkin’ go?” she repeated, her voice weary, with a hint of frustration – although her accent was upper-class, cut crystal Coruscant all the way.

[member="Zek Koth"]

 

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen

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Location | Lower Districts
Objective | Purge any Resistance
Company | Robed and handcuffed prisoners, Legion Squad, detachment of SE-K9 'Fangs'

The Sith would pause as he looked around at the warehouses surrounding him. It appeared none were drawn out and the presence he felt had been becoming faint as time went on. They were moving, but not anywhere on the surface otherwise someone would have glimpsed them. A rat was likely to stick to the shadows than out in the open, and what better place than the ground below their feet. His assumption would be confirmed as a Lieutenant walked up behind him before speaking, " Sir, we have received a message from The Song Of Truth; unidentified non-imperial communications have been found in the sewers. " Vexen would raise his hand as he motioned forward, the rest of the squad beginning to move up as Vexen viewed a map of the city's design, pulling up the sewer system below the warehouse district. His gaze would look over the sewer routes as the detachment of Fang Wardroids began to move in formation around those that were in cuffs.

Vexen turned his gaze upon one particular location that stood out as a remote point of interest for the rebels; the communication hub. If he was correct in that being their intended target, then they were becoming extremely predictable; as basic as it was to disrupt communications among the enemy, there were more creative ways to go about doing so, and one less obvious. It was almost disappointing to the Sith, but in the end it only made his task much easier. He would turn his gaze back to the Lieutenant before speaking in his vocoded voice, " Inform local forces in the area that are guarding non-critical areas and tell them to begin converging on the communications center. We will crush these vermin in one fell sweep. "

The Lieutenant would nod as radio chatter began to increase amongst local squads. Vexen would turn towards the direction of the communication hub, his squad, droids and prisoners already on the way. His lightsaber would remain clipped to his belt as he walked to the marching of boots and metallic stomps. He was on the hunt now, and anyone who failed to identify themselves as Sith or their own would be captured or killed on site. By the time he had arrived to the hub, the rebels would have likely breached and attempted to arrest control from them. With any luck, those assigned to the hub as well as its defenders would hold out long enough for reinforcements to arrive and surround the structure. There seemed to be some glee coming from the Sith, a rare emotion he seldom showed, coming in the form of a tune he was humming, the sound partially vocoded.

Come out, come out, wherever you are...​

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[member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Cenric Marus"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] | [ Whoever else is directly attached to this group that I missed ]​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"We're touching down now, sir."

Though the threat of enemy fighters had remained present throughout the Crestfallen's journey over the skyline of the capital they had remained unhindered, though for what exact reason one could not immediately say. The Shadow Droid escort immediately broke away from the closing hangar, veering through the sky above the palace on an approach vector towards the insurrectionist vehicles violating Imperial airspace. Information passed easily through their cybernetic minds, hundreds of thousands of individual bits of data discerned and analyzed at a rate ten times faster than the Human mind could comprehend, allowing the cybernetic starfighters to react to immediate threats in real time and faster than most pilots.

As they neared the enemy fighters, a warbling cacophony of encrypted binary passed between the eight Shadow Droids. Several broke off from the main formation, dipping low into the wide boulevards while the majority of fighters continued on the more obvious path. As soon as the enemy ships came within range, the Shadow Droids would open fire with a combined assault of laser cannons and electromagnetic pulse weaponry.

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Meanwhile, the Emperor strode into the palace's primary antechamber followed by a smattering of Crownguard and Blackblade Guardsmen. Immediately he was met by some of the planetary noble-technocrats that had governed Jaminere long before either the Silver Jedi or New Sith Empire had arrived at their world. Many wore their technological leanings on their sleeves, with over fifty percent of their bodies being comprised of state of the art cybernetics contained within silver and gold platings.

"Our most magnanimous Emperor, we are forever grateful that you've come to our aid."

The Emperor held up a hand to silence the noble, "I did not come to your aid, I have come to ensure that the Empire does not lose its grip on Jaminere. You have allowed the seeds of insurrection to germinate, and now we are facing the consequences of your failures. The Silver Jedi occupation did much to ferment anti-Imperial sentiment among your working class, but they will soon learn the folly of their revolution. Once the rebels are crushed there will come many changes, many changes..."

Carnifex did not deign to reveal what changes he had in mind but from his dastardly tone, there was no doubt that it would upheave the lower working classes that had proven to be so disloyal. "Sweep out through the palace, locate any and all subterranean entrances. If you come across any of these terrorists, execute them without hesitation."

[member="Avoim Oeymo"] | [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"]​

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: ​Capital Annex - Capitol Building
Objective: Eliminate Rebels
Allies: TSE - [member="Leliana"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: Rebels - [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] (+Anyone else going for the Capitol Building)
Gear: Lightsaber | Shade's Cloak | Hidden Blade | Cybernetic Arm with Personal Energy Shield attached

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It would an odd sight for the outside observer, hurried crowds rushing away from the source of the explosions that had sounded out from the Port to lock themselves in their homes in fear of more attack, and yet, each person that passed a specific spot on the side of the street always diverted their attention towards the crowds to their side, their gazes sliding past one spot against the wall, before their focus snapped forwards once more and carried on their way. For those with a strong sense of will, trained in resisting mental influences from the Force itself, they would see what none of the crowds would see: a lone figure, cloaked in a thick black shroud of rough cloth, stood to one side of the street. Although no features could be seen, a mask depicting a leering skull loomed out from beneath the cowl and, from behind the mask, a single amber eye watched the passing hoard with emotionless boredom.

‘How corrupt the righteous are.’ The masked figure mused to himself as he absentmindedly kept flickering his attention between the crowd before him and the holoprojector he held as he entered the codes to access the Assassin’s collected intelligence on Jaminere; the Capital Annex in particular. ‘Cry that you act in the pursuit of justice and let all atrocities be excused. Who lies more I wonder? The one who proclaims themselves as paragons serving a just cause no matter how much they might descend into Darkness? Or the one who lives in the Darkness but accepts what they do is driven by a selfish desire to succeed?’

Pulling his gaze away from the passing citizens, Xevek Rakama turned his attention back to the map being rendered into the air by the holoprojector he was holding. Slowly, the map expanded from just showing the layout of the city to display the maze of sewers that ran beneath the feet of him and everyone else within the city.

Like other Sith Assassins currently prowling about Jaminere, Xevek had been called on by the Pale Assassin, the Queen of Shadows and head of the Assassins to arrive on Jaminere as soon as possible in response to the Assassination attempt on the Emperor. The Assassins were the hidden hands and blades of the Empire, and, in this case, had been deployed to rout out those that still remained within the city, the dissidents who had not been scooped up in the initial counter attack, those that dared to strike at the patron of the Assassins with their own tactics. The underworld had been quickly pierced, its veil pulled back to allow the Assassins to quickly and efficiently scurry into its murky depths so as to keep watch over the undesirables that populated the lowest levels of societies. Eyes and ears had found their way into the systems of Juminere itself, enabling access to the data flowing throughout the planet. And, most importantly, a central intelligence headquarters had been established under the watch of the Pale Assassin herself. After all, the insult of assassins targeting the Empire could not be allowed to stand.

However, it seemed that something had passed beyond notice, whispers curling through secretive channels that had been buried to deep to be heard and analysed in time. Or, perhaps, nothing had passed anyone's notice but, instead, actions that had been planned and placed into action some time before? No matter what scenario was the correct one, though, sorting that out would be dealt with by both the Saaraishash or the Assassins or both once the chaos was calmed on Jaminere, control re-established and the dissidents sent fleeing with their tails between their legs. Until that time, though, Xevek had his duties as an Assassin to tend to - duties he relished in performing if he was honest with himself for he truly felt at home shrouded in shadows.

He had been stationed outside of the capitol building, looking to establish a perimeter should more assassins seek to strike at the administrative heart that kept Juminere functioning as a planet. After all, what better way to try and rout those you saw as enemies than by killing or crippling the main heart of the bureaucracy that kept order maintained; especially when one was nothing more than a jumped up anarchist in opposition to stabilising control pretending to take up a higher cause. However, with the recent information coming across the Assassins’ channel that there were rodents scurrying about in the sewers where they didn’t belong, Xevek was turning his attention towards the maps of the sewers that the Assassins had come across so as to ascertain if there were any sewer entrances into the Capitol Building that he didn’t know about and where, exactly, they were so that he could move to intercept any would be infiltrator.

As the maps finally finished rendering before his gaze, a vicious snarl twisted at his lips beneath his mask as a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. A couple of passing stragglers turned to look at the source of the growl only for the compulsion inherent within the robes the Iridonian wore to force them to turn their attention elsewhere, leaving them slightly scared and hurrying along to their homes all the fast. Reaching out into the Force, Xevek twisted and pulled at it so that it was cocooned around himself and the robes he wore, the Darkness of his Presence and the Darkness that seeped from the cloak buried beneath the Force to the point that they became neutral by nature, blending in perfectly against the turbulent waves of the Force until they were indistinguishable from the background feeling of the Force itself. After all, it would not do for an Assassin to be easily felt coming through their Force Presence giving away their approach to a Force-sensitive target. And while Xevek did not know if a Force-sensitive might be present in the sewers beneath the Capitol Building, or if, indeed, any rebels were taking the opportunity to infiltrate the Building from below, it was safer to err on the paranoid side of things.

Turning in a swirl of robes that exposed the hilt of the lightsaber hanging at his waist for but a moment before the cloth once more settled around him, Xevek stalked towards the front of the Capitol Building, picking his way through side alleys to make the trip as quickly as possible. Slipping past the guards familiar with him, reigning in the aura of the cloak he wore for but a moment to let them know he would be present, Xevek hurried towards the bowels of the building with long, carefully controlled strides that did nothing to reveal the rush he was in. By instinct alone, his lightsaber was unclipped and ready in his hand as he wound his way through the halls of the building, following memorised schematics as he sought the quickest path down to where a grate in the bowels of the Building lead to the sewers.

Stopping to input the code to the lower levels, Xevek let his body move in autopilot as he instead diverted his focus towards shifting his gaze from the physical to the metaphysical. The world shifted suddenly from colourful to largely greyscale in appearance even as the world expanded beyond the walls around him. Outlined as they were from the fact that they were a void in his sight, the walls were still there, but Xevek could see the moving bodies of others around him as he peered directly into the Force itself, watching it flowing a twisting through bodies, singing strong enough that he could make out a perfect silhouette of someone against the more background appearance of the empty space: not appearing as a void due to the fact that the Force danced even within microbes. A few of the Presences that appeared on his new range of sight gave Xevek pause as the door before him slid open and he simply stood before the open doorway.

The first one that gave him pause was a Presence heavy in the Dark Side; powerful and commanding, it wa a Presence he had rarely seen but one he would not forget - that of the Emperor himself approaching the Palace. The second was one that was prowling through the halls towards him; this one also being strong in the Darkness but not quite to the same level of dominating power as the Emperor’s own. The final ones that gave him pause were the collection of weaker, more neutral or Light Presences that held wisps of guilt within them. Crowded like rats beneath his feet, to Xevek, they could only be dissidents striking against the Capitol Building - therefore, they were his prey to pursue and end. However, before he could do that, before he could surrender himself to the hunt, the Iridonian turned to stare at the second Presence as it rounded the corner, letting his gaze shift to something between the material world and the Force.

Observing the approaching Sith, for he could be nothing else, Xevek took note of the contained Darkness that swirled beneath crimson skin decorated with black tattoos that he recognised as being both Jat’i and Jat’o. Red eyes met a burning amber that peered out from behind a mask of bone shaped into the appearance of a skull. Tilting his head slightly, a name drifted forth from the back of Xevek’s mind, though he remembered not where he had heard it or read it he simply assumed that it must be from a half-remembered profile he had come across while scrolling through the Assassins’ servers. Darth Ferus - Krest, the Red Assassin of the Sith Assassins before Ophidia had abolished the Council of the Four Horsemen (Red, Black, Pale and White - War, Famine, Death and Conquest) and declared herself as the sole leader as the Pale Assassin.

“Darth Ferus.” Though his voice came from behind the mask, the growl that rumbled within it as he bowed his head in greetings to his fellow Iridonian came through clearly. Stoic, cold and emotionless in nature, the only sign of the bloodlust that Xevek felt was that very same growl of anticipation for the hunt again. “Would you care to join me in the removal of some pests? I think we have a rat problem below. We should take care not to scare them off and approach silently, no?”

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Palace District Sewers.
Objective: Intercept Rebels
Engaging: [member="Romi Jade"]

Sewers were funny constructions. So dark, so enclosed, putrid and alive. There was no light here, only creatures of the deepest and darkest recesses of the galaxy. Darth Ophidia was as much part of this system as every drop of water, every foul excrement. Unnoticed in the filth. A group of Rebels however? They made sound. Even with their hushed voices, their numbers disturbed the water, made rats flee and ripples crash against the edge. That was the first indicator.

The second was the bright light of lightsabres burning through to the top; they cast bright light and long shadows over the lightless interior of the sewer tunnels. In such conditions, their blades cast light a long, long way.

The bang and shiver did at first not bother Ophidia, but then a sensation washed over her. What, who? Filiae. Something was wrong. This rebel scum, she would have them pay a dear and costly sum for what they were taking from her. Oh it was not love that drove her, but possession. They had harmed her little trinket, and now they would pay dearly for their insolence.

As they cut through and started climbing up, Ophidia tagged her position on the map and sent it back to the Assassin HQ. From there it would be sent to the Song of Truth and dispersed to Imperial Coms. However, the signal was poor down there, it would take time to send. Hopefully, they would get it in time.

From her position, she sensed one lingering behind as the others moved. Well, one or two. One she could reach from where she had perched. She could not with her hands of course. Like a spider on the wall, she watched her, sensed her Ophidia reached out with the Force, her presence remaining shrouded and diffused thanks to the taozin talisman

Her will reached like a hundred hands through the Force, seeking to seize Romi and pull her away from the exit and closer to Ophidia's own position, away from the others and into the darkness. She made sure not to call her directly to her own position, but rather tried to pull her into a position where she could strike with greater advantage. There was a slight chance that Romi could crash into the corner where the passage Ophidia has come down merged with the passage down which she and her rebel friends had traversed.

Ophidia herself was one with the darkness there, perched not on the ground, but along the top of the ceiling, like some waiting ambush predator. Her soul hungered for their pain, for revenge, for vindication. How dare they. How dare they?

 

[grammaticus]

Jerrun Fel, Crown Prince of the Fel Empire​

Location: Capital City Outer Districts
Allies: Rebels of Jaminere, Fel Empire
Enemies: The Sith Empire
Objective: Evacuate Civilians, Provide assistance

Jerrun ducked his head, the crimson blade tearing through the space he had been a split second before. Before the Sith warrior could respond, Jerrun brought his own pure white blade around, impaling the Sith through the gut before pulling the blade up and out. Rising to his feet, Jerrun pushed the corpse away, watching it topple to the ground. It joined a small cluster of five others, all dead in similar ways. Jerrun deactivated his saber, clipping it back to his belt before turning to the small cluster of civilians hiding in the house he stood before. He extended his hand, ushering them out quickly. A small group of Fel Empire Stormtroopers, wearing distinctive grey and blue armor were there to escort them away from the combat zone. He offered them a fleeting smile before he turned away, making his way back into the ruins of the capital city.

When word had reached Osseriton of the rebellion here, his father had initially been hesitant to deploy any resources to aid the rebels. Many within the Moff Council had called for neutrality in the whole affair, though Jerrun had been able to convince most of them. With the Grand Moff and a task force of Imperial Forces the Fel Empire had come to Jaminere to aid the rebels, deploying across the expanding warzone in numerous locations. Imperial Knights like Jerrun were spread out across the city, engaging small elements of the Sith Empires own force users where they could, and providing support to the local rebels. Jerrun, as the only Imperial Paladin present and heir to the Empire, had made sure to tell them to focus on getting the civilians away from the combat area if possible. This battle was for their own benefit, but they had no need to remain here and die because someone got too careless, From experience, Jerrun had learned that the Sith had very little issue with causing civilian casualties to achieve their goals.

After several minutes of travel, Jerrun came to one of the Imperium's defensive lines, manned by Stormtroopers and a few of the local rebels. Sith soldiers lay scattered around the hastily constructed barricades, some of them still smoking from the shots that had brought them down. The Imperium forces stopped in their task of clearing their own dead from the scene to salute Jerrun, receiving a brief nod from the Crown Prince before returning to their work.

Jerrun climbed a short rise of stairs into what was once a large building, though weapons fire had removed almost all of the upper levels. From the new vantage point, Jerrun could see out across much of the nearby city. Smoke rose from numerous locations, with the occasional bursts of weapon fire streaking into the air. Lifting his right gauntlet, Jerrun activated his comm unit.

"Grand Moff, this is Jerrun. I have completed my objective in this sector and stand ready to lead my forces to our next objective. Where do you need me?"
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Farah]

Location: Capital triage unit
Objective: Accompany Joyce into the fray
With: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

Hearing that Joycelyn’s hypothetical death would not be pinned on her was something of a relief. Of course, as a Sith, Farah was always wary of Sith. She preferred to work alone when it came to intimate projects, but surprisingly was not the worst team player.

“I agree.” As they stepped onto the street proper, Farah’s eyes fell onto the door of a home that was slightly ajar. A little girl was peeking out of it, though from somewhere inside an adult pulled her away and hurriedly shut the door. The feeling of unease permeating the city hadn’t escaped the natural empath’s notice. “It’s only natural, right?”

Still, she was at a loss for what to do. They had to try to ensure the people that they were there as benevolent protectors, however fuzzy that actual image might be. Farah’s bedside manner was not…the best. “How do we do that? We’ve already handled the civilians injured in the blast.” She squinted into the distance where smoke curled along the horizon. “Are other parts of the city under siege?”

 

[Zek Koth]

"Oh sure, you can leave," he said, waving his hand like it was no big deal.

No, not the hand with the saber in it, either. And of course he wasn't quite being honest with her either. He wasn't letting her leave. The smell of the darkside on her was almost enough to make him nauseous. Fortunately, he wasn't a Jedi and so wasn't as adverse to that stench as they were. They tended to have a violent reaction to it. Though, he tended to have a violent reaction to it as well because most of the time ti was associated with people that were trying to do bad things to other people. This Sith Empire was such a group. In fact, that was the entire reason they were there, wasn't it? Fighting the Sith in order to protect the galaxy from their tyranny? Sure some of the locals probably liked them, but it was a false sense of security. The Sith didn't care for them. They just wanted more subjects to rule.

"But not really."

With that he'd reach out with the Force in an effort to slam her into the nearby wall. He wasn't going to be nice and polite with her. He didn't care that she was female either. She could try almost anything, and nothing was going to work. He smelled battle. When an Iridonian smells battle, there will be battle until blood is spilled, and he fully intended to spill her blood all through the sewers. Then he would do the same to all of her little friends that were hiding on the surface. No, not the civilians. He didn't kill people who couldn't defend themselves. He killed people who took advantage of the people that couldn't defend themselves. Like these Sith.

Either way, he ended up sloshing through the water some and pointing his blade at her, clearly blocking her path. No, she wasn't getting away from this without a fight and a heft dose of luck, which he doubted she had considering she put all her cards on the same table. Zek liked to play his cards close to the chest, and without eliminating certain avenues for exploration. There was a reason he wasn't allowed to be publicly associated with the Republic military. Not that they were being racist, but they knew what his kind were associated with doing, and he wasn't going to blame them for being cautious. The bloodlust was something he'd been fighting his whole life and he doubted that was going to change anytime soon.

[member="Jantar Keltainen"]

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Location: Trade Port
Objective: Learn more. Don't die.
Allies: TSE [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Rebels [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Ursula Toher"] [member="Owazza"]

Hirou scampered through the vents, claws scrabbling occasionally- a faint scritch scritch against the metal. Every time they peered through a vent, they saw something new. More civilians cordoned off but safe. Imperial troops? Black armored storm troopers? Hirou paused, memorizing the armor. They weren't Sith Empire troops, that was certain. And Hirou knew what the particular armor favored by the First Order and Galactic Empire looked like. There were differences here that the Nezumi couldn't square off with known quantities. If it had been a hodge podge, they would have thought some lone band, but this was too uniform, too organized with everyone identical, well cared for gear.

"Hmmm," Hirou pondered.

Plopping down at a junction, Hirou turned on their communicator and started to flick through the channels. The one that went directly to Tai Fa was clear, as was the standard Imperial communications channels. But everything else?

White noise and static.

Hirou looked up at the ceiling and smiled, feet bopping back and forth. Somewhere above, the Song of Truth had activated their jamming signals.

While it was bad timing for the Nezumi (they had hoped to pick up the local chatter and figure out for certain who these people were), they recognized the good use of it. Those utilizing the Imperial channels would be able to talk freely, while those piggybacking on local channels would find their communications difficult at best- anything strong enough to overcome the signal from the Song of Truth would be relatively easy for their sensors to pinpoint.

There was something comforting, having that ship up above them.

Of course, that comfort was short lived.

The sound of explosions and a deep, almost painful vibration shuddered through the trade port. Hirou jumped to their feet, comm clattering to the floor and tail between their front paws before they even realized it. Nose and whiskers quivered- they could smell the stink of burning and hot metal. Carefully, they picked the comm back up and hooked it to their belt. Hurrying, they scurried toward the front of the building.

And into chaos.

Even from a distance, as they turned a corner, Hirou could see that part of the front wall (and one side of the ventilation system they were currently using as a personal highway) had been heavily damaged.

Edging closer to the edge, careful of the still scalding metal, the Nezumi peered out.

Only about a meter above where the mess was happening, their eyes widened.

And quickly started tapping out a warning to Tai Fa.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: ​Capital Annex - Capitol Building
Objective: Eliminate Rebels
Allies: TSE - [member="Leliana"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"]
Enemies: Rebels - [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] (+Anyone else going for the Capitol Building)
Gear: In signature

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"It's a shame, isn't it?" Red eyes glanced down to the young Iridonian, anger flooding the gaze. "I sense no one who can kill me. Perhaps one might get lucky." The old Zabrak spoke in a low raspy tone. His posture was hunched as he leaned heavily on his cane as he hobbled along. He only looked at the young Sith in passing and continued on his way, his cane's tapping echoing throughout the halls. "Do try to keep up young one."

As he stepped by a larger form followed, emanating a sickly green color. A single massive eye of the same green color glared before the beast followed it's master.

"Or he'll eat you."

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Location: Antigone Communications (formerly Jaminere Communications Consolidated), Palace District
Allies: TSE, [member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Jacen Vadith"] [member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Sebastian Thel"]
Enemies: Unknown (Incoming rebels, [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Lyra Sarn"] [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Jax Vandal"] [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] will add if there are more for sure)
Current Objective: Project Oversight- greet their (known) visitors
Gear (now that it matters): Stylish suit. Killer heels. Paddle Beamer.

She smirked, turning her cheek toward him. They were about to meet with several representatives of the Sith Empire. She wasn't about to smudge her lipstick.

"Mmm I do don't I?" She murmured, finger tracing down his arm.

Ever since Raykka, she had been learning ways to defend herself. Oh, against someone with serious training, a soldier, Cass would be nothing more than a smear on the duracrete. But she could shoot straight and not hesitate, and the red head had a few tricks up her sleeve now. Or, in this case, in her cybernetic leg.

After all, she didn't want a weapon to show a line in her outfit.

They stepped out into the hallway at the lowest level. Beyond the keycard clearance to get down here, there was a security check point where the verified their identities. It didn't matter that Itash and Cassandra were known on sight, they still underwent a series of biometric scans that would be incredibly difficult to fake.

Down another hall and a flight of stairs. Heels takking they reached the server room, passing a dark robbed figure she did not know (Jacen) exiting as they entered past several Didact troopers-

Just as static filled the room.

Cass made a face.

"Turn it off, please," she murmured, prompting one of the operators to turn down the volume. The static still played but it was more bearable.

"What in the world is that unholy noise?"

"Jamming frequency, from the Song of Truth," came the reply, "The Sith have begun jamming all non-Imperial channels." Cass made an irritated sound in her throat.

"Is that going to be a frequent thing?"

This question was addressed not to the Antigone employee (there was no way he could know after all) but to the.... frankly grotesque but clearly Sith (Tsisaar) standing beside the unfamiliar young man (Sebastian) hunched over one of the consoles.

Cass still had no idea what was going on. All she was seeing were the Sith interfering in business. At first it had been fine, but this was clearly an over step to the woman. She glanced at Itash, eyebrow arched.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Allies: None
Enemies: Sith Empire and [member="Jakkor Kess"]
Objective: Defeat Jakkor at all cost

Everything was smoke, but Acaleus survived the fall from that last explosion, after he fell on the top of a building near. He stood up, shaking the dust off. Although there was quite a lot of smoke, he saw the damage. Not a lot thanks to him, but now he noticed two points. The Palace and the Space Port. Quite a battle, but didnt matter. He needed to get towards the idiot who bombed this place. By that point he had already called air support from Venus herself, as he wasnt going to trust his life to an idiotBy that point he had already called air support from Venus herself, as he wasnt going to trust his life to an mercenary idiot.

He dropped towards the street and start walking, noticing a Twi´lek healing a person. In another time he would have missed her, but Acaleus was veteran of a dozen of battles and missions. A face like that wasnt hard to remember when it was printed in the memory by such an stressful event ([member="Rujat Aola"] "Alright you must be a friend or ally with one of the guys who just exploded part of the spaceport and..." the assassin pointed his wrist lightsaber towards the wounded being healed at the feet of the medic "...created this. I tried to stop it the best i could, but they still did damage. You will tell me where they are. Now." A group like that would found easy to hide. Not to Acaleus. Not even if it took him months. "Oh and im not with the Sith. Im just a concern citizen" said smiling