Public Ozymandias

[Xzinn Dronnol]

Objective 3: Antique Land
Location: Odavessa
Equipment: Lightsaber, Armor
Engaging: Ran Serys

The appearance of the Jedi—and it seemed she was indeed a Jedi—took Xzinn and his followers by surprise. An explosion rocked the factory near them, sending shards of glass falling to the street below like so many razor-sharp droplets of rain. Along with the glass came a woman, tumbling through the air. Rather than splattering on the ground, however, he fall was slowed, and then broken when she landed directly on one of the acolytes. The poor young man hardly had the time to realize what was happening before she landed on him.

The Jedi and their allies had come again for the Sith, seeking to either force them back into slavery, or in the case of true Sith, to purge them from the galaxy once and for all. For all their talk of higher ideals, of peace, looking around it was obvious that they were just as bloodthirsty and ruthless as they ever accused the Sith of being. They were even casual about their killing, as this woman had been in dispatching the acolyte who now lay dead at her feet.

The whole thing infuriated him.

A few of the other acolytes prepared to engage the Jedi, but Xzinn waved them off. "No, keep going toward our objective," he ordered them. "I'll deal with this." There was a pause, a brief moment where the junior acolytes looked at the Jedi, at Xzinn, and at each other. It seemed almost as if they would ignore Xzinn, instead seeking revenge for their fallen comrade. Then it passed. "Come on, let's go." One of them beckoned the others, leading them away from the Jedi. Glass crunched under their boots as they left, headed in the direction of another factory complex several blocks away.

Xzinn had not sent them away simply because he wished to protect them, or because they would get in the way, or even because they simply had something more important to do. That all may have been true to one degree or another, but that wasn't it. No, Xzinn wanted this fight to be his and his alone. He hadn't faced off against a Jedi, at least not like this. The prospect of putting one in the ground was too good to pass up.

There was a sharp snap-hiss as his own lightsaber activated, its crimson red blade surging forth. The Falleen Sith glared at the Jedi woman, tapping into the anger that bubbled and churned inside him. He felt the Dark Side of Force flowing through him, spreading to every inch of his body. His senses were heightened, his muscles were tensed and full of vigor.

"You've made a mistake coming here, Jedi," Xzinn intoned. His voice was steady; it did not betray the emotions roiling within him. "And you're going to pay for it."

With that, he charged.

 

[Njal The Black]

Location: On the Surface of Odavessa
Engagement: Caltin Vanagor

"You're big."​

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A pointless observation given out of fear or surprise. Njal heard it, acknowledged it, then sniffed the air for the tell tale sign of the former - and grinned at the result. The pheramone of fear was sharp on the nostril, smelled like an old man wasting away in bed - with no weapon in his grip, only shame to prey on him. It was that stench that filled his nostrils now.​

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"You smell small.", he replied - uncaring that it didn't make sense out of the context of his own mind.​

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"I'll cut you down to size to match. Maybe I'll look you up - sacrifice your friends, family, and lovers to the Old Gods. You though?"​

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He planted the head of his axe on the ground and started a slow, rythmic pounding on his chest. It sounded like a heartbeat, but echo'ed through his chest cavity until it sounded like a drum - a drum beat by a cultist preparing for war.​

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"For you, I shall eat. Digested. You'll fuel my fornication and war before I shit you out, Jedi."​

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His face contorted into the visage of cruel pleasure - and were it not for the sun above, the shadows almost cast his grin into the view of a rabid dog. Njal had small bits of drool fall from his lips as the pounding went on, again and again.​

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"Let's get started."​

 

[Tithon Antilles]

Location: In Orbit, Coordinating the Fleets
Engagement: Liram Angellus // Chaussidier //

Liram's fleet launched screens, bomber escorts, bomber tails and long range deployments of guns. Well rounded, the assault made up for its lack of tactical ingenuity by attempting to be overwhelming - and until the dry dock fleets came online, it could very well push that direction. Tithon's jaw worked, grinding at his teeth as he tried to find an alternative to simply trading blows - but in this era of tactical primitiveness, often the results came down to who had more guns.​

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"Deploy superiority screens - and divert power to the point defense. Direct rounds towards heavier targets - let the ion fields deal with the rest. I want the Hellbore's brought towards the supercarriers open hangers - destroy them first.", he commanded.​

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"Yes, Admiral!", was all that was returned to him.​

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"Admiral - a warning. Network firewalls have detected attempted intrusions on 23,405 comm ports, 5,032 hard lines, and an additional 304 wireless junctions.", the X-02 AI offered. It seemed calm, but that didn't surprise Tithon given the sheer amount of coding chains strapped to its kyber processors.​

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"Some effectiveness of the Point Defense will be reduced - but temporarily."​

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"Ensure they don't breach any critical systems, Typhojem. I don't want any surpsises."​

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"Understood."​

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"Bring me a secure channel with Darth Athora and Errix Feh'room .", he said quickly.​

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When it was established - he began to speak.​

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"Situation Report: Odavessa's Defense Fleet is operational with minimal damage. Enemy forces are attempting E-War, artillery barrages, and long range bomber runs on the Red Dragon. Mothballed ships are coming online slowly - ground incursions have held up instance response crews. Grand Adjudicator, should you wish I will allow you to take command - simply say the word."​

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Spoiler: Summary of Actions

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1. Internal reactors have transitioned power to shields, Point Defense Systems (forming ion storms inbetween its bullets), and the X-02 to help fight countermeasures.​

2. Ordered available ships to fire the Hellbore Artillery weapons against the open hangers of the Super-Carriers.​

3. Deployed half of the SFi-3 "Tomb" Class Starfighters to engage enemy ships - programmed with navigational parameters to avoid the PD ion storms.​

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[Wyatt Morga]

Location: At the Pyramid's Courtyard
Engagement: Darth Ophidia // Darth Strosius // Alina Tremiru

"You enter the valley of Death, Wyatt Morga.", he heard whispered through the sounds of conflict. It was a low, barely audible challenge - but through the Force he could feel the killer instinct. It was rare one ever felt such a sensation from the Snake of the Sith - usually, she killed without the challenge.​

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Perhaps that made Wyatt lucky.​

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His blade tore up to knock away a Knight's crimson blade, allowing him to shift his feet around and cut the Sith in half behind his back. He glared up at the pale assassin and frowned. He hadn't met her in person before - but every Jedi who engaged in war had heard her name. Felt the danger of the whispers men spoke - that thinking distance or armies defended them from the Sith, only to be cut down by the will of the Assassin.​

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A ghost walking, death's pale incarnation.​

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"Perhaps.", he offered back.​

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"But I won't leave here without stopping you."​

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Then a flash - a small vestige of the Force trying to warn him of a strike incoming. It was more like an itch than a precognitive vision, barely noticeable but by the finely tuned senses of a battlemaster once grandmaster. From Ophidia? No - from the side. His blade ripped up to catch the incoming wrath of a pale haired Knight - stopping it too close for comfort. He could feel the heat off her crimson blade, smell the blood on her breath.​

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He grunted as he brought the strength of his being into holding her back - but it was the technique of the veteran that would respond. His blade slid until the hilt of his lightsaber helped lock against her sword, while his left hand gripped her collar from the front. A twist of his hip to form a fulcrum and he dropped his weight - moving to slam to the Knight into the ground beneath him.​

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And a lightning fast punch to the bridge of her nose for good measure - knowing that if he hesitated, the Sith Lord behind him would be enough of a threat to kill him in his moment of distraction. His blade would rip back up in defense as he set his stance for more to engage.​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

"Sometimes it is only madness that makes us what we are..” Frank Miller​

Primary Objective

“What does that even mean?”

He didn’t have a chance to dwell on, or even pose the question of how someone could “smell small.” It was not important anyway, as he had to contend with someone who clearly relished the thought of combat so there was less and less a point to really talking to the guy. So without so much as another word, even to the point where he tuned out much of the next few moments, Vanagor cracked his knuckles and his neck. It was when the “not as big as Njal” man was all but ready to reach for “Conservator” that he heard “it” and stopped. The look on his face, the quirked eyebrow…

… it was all that needed to be said, and it didn’t need to be said…

You just had to make it “weird”...

He didn’t wait for an answer.

Snap-hiss.

TAG: Allies - TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: Njal The Black, TEAM DARKSIDE

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Njal The Black]

Location: Odavessa Surface
Engagement: Caltin Vanagor

The blade ignited in its azure fury, and so Njal brought his axe up to his shoulder to rest. Rythmic pounding against his chest ceased and the giant of the old gods set his stance ever so slightly lower. He exhaled like a bull waiting for the charge - and then like the same beast let loose. His foot dug into the stone floor, cracked it under the explosion motion of his take off.​

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And then the heavy war axe swung wide and quick - faster than expected of a man his size. It was well aimed and true to its point - Bringing its sharpest point horizontally across the Jedi's neck. Regardless of if it hit or not - it came down with a terrifying force. Enough to push even Caltin back.​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

"Somebody is always doing what someone else said couldn’t be done.” Bob Kane​

Primary Objective

The weapon did indeed swing true and balanced, and did indeed knock Vanagor backstepping a few feet. However it was swung by a brute with no technique and strength without technique means nothing. He was fast, but Caltin was as well. Caltin was fast enough to recognize what he was going to do, wait until there was not enough distance to change on his own and with an upward swing of the lightsaber redirected at ax upwards awkwardly into the air. Again though, the force of the bow, the impact itself knocked him back. The guy was just too strong.

Time to remedy that.

The Jedi Master had more than enough tricks he could use, but one of them would probably be the least expected. It was his turn to charge, weapon outwards and horizontal to the Viking’s chest side, only to duck and roll past him. The last possible moment, a strong stabbing kick at the back of “Black”’s knee. Slowing the guy down was the first thing…


TAG: Allies - TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: Njal The Black, TEAM DARKSIDE

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Varik Awaud]

Ozymandias​

Objective: Destroy the Sith

Location: Odavessa

Engaging: Oran Khan

Equipment: Si'kahya beskar'gam, Rekr variant, ENCL-16 Purity blaster rifle, ENCL-12 Repentance Blaster Pistol, Beskad, a variety of grenades

The Mandalorians may not have been there in force to start the fight, but they were certainly going to be there when it finished.

Varik could see the battle unfolding in the city streets below as the Enclave ships descended through the atmosphere. The ships rocked back and forth, dodging and weaving through a sky filled with carnage. A barrage of fire streaked toward the surface, and ground-based defenses gave as good as they got, launching bolts of plasma skyward at the approaching enemy forces. Inside the dropship were other beskar-clad Mandalorian warriors—many from his own clan Awaud. Though none of them spoke, there was an air of eager anticipation about them. They were ready to bring the pain in a way only Mandalorians could.

A light turned on in the dropship, indicating that those inside should prepare to jump. The Si'kahya commando turned to address the others. He flipped on his comms unit, ensuring that others in his contingent in nearby dropships would hear him, and then spoke. "Fortify yourselves, vode! These Sith have hidden here for years like rats, cowering in the darkness! It's time to exterminate them once and for all! Show them now mercy, for they'll show you none! Go now! Plunge your blades into their hearts, tear down their war machine, and leave nothing but rubble and ash! Darasuum kote!"

The light turned green. With a furious war cry the Mandalorians jumped from their ships, engaging their jetpacks and falling upon the dark, wicked city like so many heavily-armored angels of death.

Varik launched a rocket from his vambraces into a rooftop defensive position where Sith troops were desperately firing up at the Mandalorians. The rocket burst in their midst, killing a few and disorienting others. He closed in from above, unsheathing his beskad, then disengaged his jetpack a couple meters above their position and dropped down among them. He rolled as he landed, immediately cleaving through the torso of one trooper on his way up. Blood sprayed from his wound onto the commando, blending with the red of Varik's armor. Blade in one hand and pistol in the other, Varik struck. His blade was a blur as he moved from soldier to soldier, ducking and weaving between them with a brutal, elegant efficiency that the low-level grunts he faced could not hope to match. They fell one by one. Some managed to fire at him, blaster rounds reflecting off beskar; others tried to fight him hand-to-hand, swinging rifle butts and fists. They acquitted themselves well, fighting until the end, but they died all the same.

It was no great victory to defeat them, though. There were greater battles to come.

The area now clear, Varik stepped around the bloodied corpses to the edge of the rooftop. He peered around at the city now engulfed in violence, and at the Mando'ade who had come to exact their vengeance.

It was time to make the Sith bleed.

 

[Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra]

OZYMANDIAS

Objective 1: King of Kings
Objective 2: That Colossal Wreck

Heir of Ash, Part 3

Odavessa Orbital Docks
Objective 2
Tags: Liram Angellus

Alarms rang throughout the Predator even as Issan froze, still trying to figure a course of action.

IMPROPER RELEASE. CONTACT DOCK AUTHORITIES. IMPROPER RELEASE. CONTACT DOCK AUTHORITIES.​

They're at the control stations.

Issan turned to the marine commander with her.

"Eradicate the Concord marines in the ship, I'm taking a heavy weapons team. I'm evacuating dock personnel to here immediately."

He nodded and she sprinted off, towards the airlock leading to the docks, a marine heavy weapons team stomping after her. She passed several straggling marine squads and called for them to follow her. She called into her comms:

<"Bridge, override release controls, and patch me into the station PA. Emergency override code for both is Yirt-Two-Krill, Tangerine One-Five-Four."> The code, coming with the Line's command authority, had been passed to her master and her a few days ago, and Issan hoped they had not been hoodwinked by the Kyja over this.

The bridge controller stammered an acknowledgment, followed by the sounds of hammering keystrokes on a console. Issan bit her lip in frustration as she reached the airlock, stepping past the pile of corpses left from the initial breach.

<"Is it done?">

<"We've halted the release sequence for the ship, but we can't get a connection into the PA, m'lady. We need a remote relay from a C&C station, and I don't think you can plug your handheld comms into the station by itself.">

Issan cursed.

<"Once the Concords on the ships are wiped out, send as many Marines as possible to airlocks connected to the station. We're evacuating personnel off this place now.">

"Marines," she said to the soldiers setting up their weapons at the airlock.

"This is likely the main entrance point into the ship for both friendlies and hostiles. Heavy weapons team, set up a strong point here. One squad will support you. You two other squads, follow me. We're storming the nearest C&C."

"Yes ma'am!"

Issan dashed off to the nearest C&C, a few levels above the observation deck that her lord was on only an hour ago. The station was only a minute's sprint away, but-

"Contact!" Gunfire erupted as she rounded the corner up a set of stairs, coming across a squad of Concord marines. As the two squads of marines opened fire, Issan charged into the fray, lightsabers igniting. The interlopers were cut down in the brief firefight.

"Forward!" Every second meant that the intruders might overlock the release locks as well as more dead Sith-Imperials that weren't manning her ship.

The group charged up the stairs, killing past several Concord stragglers. They reached the control station overlooking this Dock, the blast doors closed.

"Get this open," she ordered. The marines got to work, and in a few seconds the door controls were sliced. The sergeant nodded at Issan.

"Flash and clear!" The doors popped open and the marines tossed in flash grenades. The Concord marines inside were flashed, temporarily blinded. A burst of gunfire from the Sith-Imperials dispatched most of them, but one of the Concord marines managed to fire off a burst, killing two Sith-Imperials. As Issan lopped his head off, the defiant marine dropped a beeping detonator.

"DOWN!" Issan used the Force to hurl the detonator out of the door, but the blast still knocked several Sith-Imperial Marines off their feet.

Issan got up from the blast and reached for the master console. Her heart sank as she realised the shrapnel had pierced it.

"Slicer, get the manual controls! We need to set up a relay."

"Ma'am, our slicer is dead," the Sergeant motioned at one of the men gunned down by the Concord marine.

Issan cursed.

"Do any of you know how to do this?"

"No."

Fortunately, she did.

"I'll get to work. Hold off any hostiles aiming to take back this control room."

Issan moved up to the large wall of controls and began to pull out cables from the blasted wall, aiming to reconnect the network. She would require some time.

Time I don't have, she thought, as she heard blaster fire from the entrance of the control station.

"Incoming- argh!" Issan looked away from the wires to see more of her marines going down. From her angle she could not see how big the incoming enemy force was, but the volume of fire she could see was very concerning.

A spark in the wires told her the relay was connected. Scrambling to her feet, she hammered at the few functioning consoles. They lit up and she immediately patched a remote relay to the Dour Predator,

<"Bridge! Do you hear me?">

<"Yes ma'am! Rerouting... you're on.">

This is the acting commander of the 154th Attack Line, authentication code Senth-Mern-Eight-Niner, counter Aurek-One-One​

She started, confirming that she could her voice echo back to her from the station PA.

In the absence of any other orders, personnel in Docking Section E-3, proceed to Dock E-3-5-9 for immediate evacuation. You have fifteen minutes until liftoff.​

Before she could give any more orders, a blaster bolt streaked past her and fried the cables she'd stitched together. She spun around, lightsaber already ignited in her hand, just in time to reflect another bolt back at the Concord marine who had broken through the defense and entered the room. The bolt pierced the helmet and the marine slumped to the floor, beside the corpse of the Sith-Imperial sergeant.

"Let's get out of here." Issan led the remaining Marines back in a fighting retreat. Already she could hear the footsteps of dozens of personnel in this part of the station rushing towards her vicinity and the swell of blaster fire as they fought towards her location.

Odavessa City
Objective 1
Tags: Aaran Tafo

"Presumptuous worm!" Anthysius snarled. His lightsaber flew to his hand from his belt, its blade igniting in anger as the Sith pulled on his war-mask, its interior HUD lighting up.

"Argus, burn him," he ordered. Argus nodded, and Anthysius' particle beam pistol flew to the Juggernaut's hand.

"You'll regret this," Anthysius said, stepping closer to the Jedi as Argus circled around to the side.

Suddenly, Anthysius lifted his free hand, lightning crackling from his fingers toward the Jedi. Argus raised his master's gun and fired, aiming for the ground the Jedi's feet stood on, knowing the particle beam, and the explosion at point of contact, could not be deflected.

Spoiler: Map Summary

 

[Liram Angellus]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

Spoiler: CELESTIAL CITY

SHIP NAME: CELESTIAL CITY
SHIP CLASS: SUPER CARRIER
FLAG OFFICER: LIRAM ANGELLUS
SHIP CAPTAIN: GYM HALPERN
COMMAND STAFF
EQUIPPED: 25x L4Vele Series Deployable Defense turrets. per ship
CAPTAIN'S LAUNCH: "Amenadiel"

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: 103rd Tactical Starfighter Wing "Angel of Death Squadron"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (10 Squadrons)

1. Angel 2-11 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (12 Squadrons)

1. Angel 12-17 NC-1000 X-Wing
2. Angel 18-23 Ashera Class Fighter

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)

1. Angel 24-28 Azazael class Stealth fighter

DEFENSIVE FIGHTER SCREEN (3 Squadrons)

1. Angel 29-31 Starfury class Starfighter

BOMBERS W ESCORT (10 Squadrons)

1. Angel 32-36 Demon Class Bomber
2. Angel 37-41 Sovereignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS (10 Squadrons)

1. Angel 42-45 Cherub Gunship
2. Angel 46-51 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: SILVER CITY

SHIP NAME: SILVER CITY
SHIP CLASS: HEAVY CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ZEV TANTOR
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (8 Squadrons)

1. Voodoo 2-9 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (10 Squadrons)

1. Voodoo 10-14 NC-1000 X-Wing
2. Voodoo 15-19 Ashera Class Fighter

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)

1. Voodoo 20-24 Azazael class Stealth fighter

BOMBERS W ESCORT (5 Squadrons)

1. Voodoo 25-29 Demon Class Bomber

DEFENSIVE FIGHTER SCREEN (3 Squadrons)

1. Voodoo 30-32 Starfury class Starfighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS (5 Squadrons)

1. Angel 30-31 Cherub Gunship
2. Angel 32-34 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ROGER POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

AIR COMPLIMENT: "ARES WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.

SCAR WING (7 Squadrons)

1. SCAR 2-10 Jackal Class Starfighter

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)

1. Ares 1-6 Azazael class Stealth fighter

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (5 Squadrons)

1. Ares 7-12 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)

1. Ares 13–17 Ashera Class Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Ares 18 Cherub Gunship
2. Ares 19-20 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ANGELLUS LORE

Is here.

SECTOR: Odavessa
ORDERS: Destroy the Sith Empire Fleet
WINGMATES: Allies - Wyatt Morga , Chaussidier Inanna Yomin, TEAM LIGHTSIDE
Foes: Aspect of Passion Tithon Antilles Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra Darth Athora TEAM DARKSIDE

They were taking the bait. Whoever was commanding the Red Dragon at least. The overwhelming numbers, the brutish “push ahead at all costs” mana, there was little reason for them not to, and frankly little reason for Liram to take another approach, but he was securing his fleets position before they went to work and as it looked, Chaussidier was the only other flag on station with any allied ideals or thoughts, which was fine.

Gym(“Celestial City” Captain), Zev(“Silver City” Captain), Rojuh(“Ethereal” Captain), now that we have a foothold, reposition us into a “half moon”, try and get “The Red Dragon” between our carriers and their drydock and then just begin firing out the nose(blindly firing straight forward).

[“With respect, sir. We’ll just be firing blind. Our weapons won’t be able to target.”] Zev replied, a prudent response, but this was an old fighter pilot trick, which is why the explanation to clarify it came from the Admiral’s old wingman, Rojuh.

[“It won’t matter. It we get that ship and her escorts between us and their yards, we’ll hit something regardless.”]

This led to the question brought up by the senior Captain, whose job it was to offer every counterpoint he could to the Admiral.

[We would need to be at intersecting fields of fire, because if we did this wrong, they could just sit where they are and hit us relatively untouched.]

Liram smiled.

We’ve got over seventy five auto-turrets and long range interceptors, and bombers we can use to push them one way or another. They’ll make a choice. Either way, I want our point defense systems up. They’re beginning to fire their artillery and those nasties hurt.

The more that last thought weighed on his mind, the more he came up with another idea and sent out a message to all of the Intelligence divisions on each ship. They were already looking into ways to shut down systems. Well that was too easy a task. What he wanted was to change things up, which is why he was sending this out via “text” message, over an unsecure line. If they were still going to go for it. Why not let those counterparts in the Sith Empire wonder just whether or not this was a fake set of orders or not.

“All Intel departments. Begin operations of slicing into enemy systems and changing their IFFs, then attempting to take control of their guns. Let’s cause a little chaos among them.”

To the layman, this was either so stupid a move that it could easily be stopped, or so ridiculous an attempt at trickery it would be stopped as well. In fact it was both, in a manner of speaking. Hitting the “All call” to the Intel Departments, Liram contacted them directly.

This is the Admiral. By now you are receiving fresh orders. I want them followed, just enough to confuse the enemy on what we are doing, but not enough to where it looks like we are relying on this. Your actual orders are to attempt to shut down and lock out targeting systems on the drydocks, the stations and any ships attached to them still. Then move on to their engines, then move on to their environmental controls. Keep them guessing and constantly putting out fires. I don’t care if you are successful or not, I want them to be so busy that they are not paying attention to any one system specifically when you attack it.

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES PER SHIP

Seraphim Marines
Powered Armor
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles
A-2319 Tanks
"Haniel" Tank Mk II
"Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicle
Jackhammers
"Mauler" Class Mobile Command Center
18x Skycranes

The Command and Control stations that were accessed by Marines, well they were history. Or going to be anyway. The Jarheads were moving on to their next objectives once the systems were accessed and the ships that they COULD set adrift were done so. The weapons systems were set to overload as were reactors. This could be easily shut down by anyone that can reach and access the system, after all Sith Empire forces know their systems better than Ethereal Marines of the Silver Jedi Concord. However, that was the point, to take their attention away from charges that were set by the viewports.

Tactical retreats were put into play as teams moved on to their next objectives, those of which being armories(where all of those nice little explosives are) and hangars (blowing those protective field generators).

Spoiler: SUMMARY OF ACTIONS

1. “Conservator” Class Heavy Cruisers continue battling Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruisers utilizing tactics like “Ackbar Slash” and “Slingshots” to maneuver into and around to better firing positions.
2. All three carriers are engaging “The Red Dragon” of Tithon Antilles directly with long guns with intersecting fields of fire, giving the commander ill-fated choices of “which poison pill to swallow” so to speak (if done right).
3. Slicers on all ships have begun changing tactics, attempting to attack enemy ships targeting IFFs and systems as well as those on the stations and drydocks.
4. “Avalon” Class Destroyers are keeping a firing solution on enemy Resolute Supercarriers, but engaging enemy Thanaton-class Corvettes
5. “Apollo” Class Destroyers are now focusing their attention on the Carrack II-class Frigate
6. “Mercury” cruiser engages Silencer Dreadnaughts..
7. “Ezekiel” class patrol ships break off engagement of the Flotilla and move in to attack “The Decline”
8. “The Decline” is now being engaged directly by auto-turrets and Starfurys as well as short range cannons of “The Silver City”.
9. “Revelry” Class cruisers using “Anti-Starfighter” capabilities to engage enemy fighters alongside “ArchAngel” Interceptors.
10. Stealth fighters attacking Silencer Dreadnaughts.
11. Archangel Interceptors engage enemy interceptors directly, working along with “Revelry” Class Cruisers.
12. Ashera Fighters engaging enemy fighters, clearing paths and drawing fire away from X-wings, Heavies and Bombers
13. X-wings are retasking, attacking the Sovereign Elite cruisers, the other half attacking surface guns on “The Red Dragon”
14. Heavies pull off attacking Broodica-class Star Destroyers and are turning their patterns to assisting the Conservator Cruisers in attacking the Shield generators as the Superheavy beam and heavy cannons on the Sovereign Elite cruisers.
15. Bombers attacking Red Dragon
16. Starfurys in Defensive Screen targeting The Decline’s fighter screen
17. All auto-turrets deployed, “Point-Defense” and “Incoming” and targeting The Decline..
18. SCAR Teams are attacking, and “ZERO G” Boarding and breaching Baras-class Star Destroyers and Eradicator-class Heavy Cruisers
19. Marines are setting firing controls on the station to target Sith vessels wildly and releasing the rest of the ships that they can before setting reactors to overload and move on. At the same time, charges are set by the viewport windows to blow them out and let explosive decompression handle the rest.
20. Marines completing these tasks are moving on to armories and hangars, setting charges around the explosives and the protective fields.

• Super Carrier "Celestial City"
• Heavy Carrier "Silver City" (Heavy damage to Starboard Nacelles, main engine power at 72 percent. Shields holding at 81 percent)
• Carrier "Ethereal" (Hellborne artillery shells scoring hits to shields, shields down to 72 percent)
• 3x "Conservator" Class Heavy Cruisers (2 reporting nominal damage to hulls, 1 reporting damage to engines)
• 4x "Avalon" Class Destroyers
• 3x “Revelry” Class Cruiser
• 3x "Apollo" Class Destroyer "Apollo" “Mercury” “Olympus”
• 6x "Ezekiel" Class Patrol Ships
• "Mercury" Class Cruiser (Direct hits to deck 4-9, Long Range Turbolasers and Hypervelocity cannons back at 52 percent, shields at 64 percent)
• 2x "Loki" Class Escort Cruiser

• 18 Squadrons Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor (down 1 squadron)
• 41 Squadrons NC-1000 X-Wing (down 2.5 squadrons total)
• 28 Squadrons Ashera Class Fighter (down 1.4 squadrons)
• 18 Squadrons Azazael class Stealth fighter
• 10 Squadrons Demon Class Bomber
• 5 Squadrons Sovereignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter (down ½ squadron)
• 8 Squadrons Jackal Class Starfighter
• 6 Squadrons Starfury class Starfightera (Defensive Screen only)

Spoiler: NIRVANA FLEET

EMPYREAN Carrier Group
Super Carrier "Celestial City"
2x "Conservator" Class Heavy Cruisers 12 squadrons Ashera Class Fighter
4x "Avalon" Class Destroyers 8 squadrons Azazael class Stealth fighter
“Revelry” Class Cruiser
"Apollo" Class Destroyer "Apollo" 10 squadrons NC-1000 X-Wing
2x "Ezekiel" Class Patrol Ships

SERAPHIC Carrier Group
Heavy Carrier "Silver City"
"Mercury" Class Cruisers squadron NC-1000 X-Wing
"Loki" Class Escort Cruiser
“Revelry” Class Cruiser
"Apollo" Class Destroyer "Mercury" 10 squadrons Ares 12 Ashera Class Fighter
2x "Ezekiel" Class Patrol Ships

ADORBA Carrier Group
Carrier "Ethereal"
"Conservator" Class Heavy Cruiser 12 squadrons Ashera Class Fighter
"Loki" Class Escort Cruiser
“Revelry” Class Cruiser
"Apollo" Class Destroyer "Olympus" 10 squadrons Ares 12 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
2x "Ezekiel" Class Patrol Ships

 

[Silas Westgard]

Objective: Destroy the factories
Location: Odavessa
Tags: Valen

As soon as they acknowledged the approaching evil a wave of violence soon followed. A hailstorm of blaster fire erupted from all directions, catching some of the groups off guard while they jumped for cover. Silas and his squad of Jedi were pinned down behind a concrete barrier, suppressed by a squad of Sith and turret placements that were doing well to keep them grounded. Three of the squad were stuck at a cross roads within the factory district, where Sith forces had locked down a key strategic position.

Silas cursed when a blaster shot skimmed the top of his hair and looked to the troopers behind him, who were doing their best to fire back at the enemy as best as possible. The padawan stared at one of their backpacks and a grenade that was strapped to one of their backs. At that moment, an unorthodox idea came into mind that he wasn't sure was going to work. Either way, it was a better time than ever to think outside the box

"Borrow me your backpack, the rest of you give me one grenade each," he said out of the blue as the soldiers looked at him as if he was mad. At first, they were hesitant to grant such a proposal to a padawan, but in the end, they were obligated to the request and handed it over to him "I apologise for doing this..." he grunted before tipping the standard gear on the floor and stuffing the grenades into the small bag. The soldier's gear didn't matter as much as getting themselves out of this awkward situation, and right now he needed the trooper's bravery once again.

"I don't know if this will work, but before I throw this bag I need you to cover me. Someone get another grenade and get ready to arm it..." he said in a determined tone as another trooper crawled over and knelt beside him with a grenade in hand. The captain of the men looked to Silas and began to count down, his fingers counting down from three until he pulled back his fist. Instantly, the squad of eight suppressed the window of the turret all at once as the trooper beside Silas armed the grenade and dropped it in the bag.

Jumping to a standing position, Silas threw the bag of grenades in the air and extended his hand out to force push the gift through the window of the factory. Within seconds the bag exploded and set off a chain reaction from inside, creating a giant explosion big enough to blow off the closed front gate of their target. Their enemies fight halted while the warriors and soldiers around him roared in victory. Silas grinned slightly as he got up and looked directly into the smoking warehouse that his squad was rushing into.

He followed them at first, lightsaber drawn and ready to destroy this target once and for all. Except, just before he went through something in the force prevented him from going any further. Silas felt the same dark energy closer now, one that threatened to disrupt their goal to make the Sith pay. Without warning, he ignited his blue lightsaber and turned around to see the bright red of a Sith weapon cutting through another brave trooper. Ice cold blue eyes narrowed on him from afar, smoke from the burning facilities slowly but surely dissipating to see each other on open ground.

The Sith had killed enough, now it was time for him to meet the same terrible fate.

"Sith!" he shouted over to the man with a growl, his lightsaber loosely falling to his side "Your dark crusade ends now..."

 

[Kalzok]

OZYMANDIAS

Objective 3: Antique Land
One Man's Archeologist... , Part 2​

Odavessa City

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Jedi and soldiers poured out from their shuttles, touching down on Odavessa in a hundred places. War had truly come to the last refuge of the Empire.

A shuttle landed close by on the street a hundred metres from Kalzok, and soldiers poured out, opening fire on any and every moving thing still out on the street. One of them dismounted with a missile launcher, and turned around to aim at the Old Archive building.

With a snarl, Kalzok propelled himself forward, moving far faster than his crooked stature implied at first glance. As the missile launched, Kalzok drew and pointed the Black Rod at them, reaching out with the Force through his conduit. The Thaumaturge could feel the threads of the Force that held everything together, and he saw with his baleful Dead-Eyes, as time seemed to slow and stop, the spindling threads that linked the soldier and his missile, roaring forth in slow motion from his weapon. He saw too the threads that tugged at the missile, willing it on a forward movement that spread in a kaleidoscope of probability space, but narrowing in the timeward direction in a single event: penetrating and detonating inside the Archive building.

The sense of time and perception warping filled Kalzok with excitement. Many a Sith would call this merely a different perspective of the enhanced senses and prediction abilities of those attuned to the Force, but Kalzok knew better: he knew how his "false perspective" gave him a much more unique connection with the Force, a connection that more narrow-minded Sith derided. He stretched his arms forward, the Rod trailing a pattern in the air, his robe-sleeve fluttering in the wind as time sped up to normal, and Kalzok motioned with the Rod, twisting, tugging and snapping the threads. The missile halted, then flew backwards, detonating against the armour of the soldier, reducing him to a wet mist.

The explosion sent the other marines scattering, turning their guns to Kalzok. Raising both arms in the air, the unnatural jet black metal of The Rod aiming at the sky, Kalzok channelled his will. He called on the elements, and the world around him answered. The explosion of air from the missile bend to his will, and the smoke and wind, instead of dissipating, seemed to circle around the area, whipping into a frenzied storm.

Kalzok could see. He could see the threads and weaves of reality that held the atmosphere of Odavessa, and the perturbations of the air all around the city under attack from various forms of explosive and hot plasma projectiles. His influence was limited, but a mere tweak here, and a tug there, and the random currents of expelled air in the vicinity moved a slightly different, but still random path. Nobody from on high would have seen a difference. And yet, the wind around the Old Archive whipped into a frenzy, darkening the sky and pulling loose debris, a miniature tornado forming around Kalzok. A marine lost his footing and was tossed into the growing storm. Another lost his weapon. The rest ducked for cover.

Kalzok flicked his wrist and the tornado broke open into a dozen extremely thin laminar currents of air. They whipped at the marines in cover, and the force of the miniature storm compressed into a dozen arm-sized channels easily broked into the armour of the soldiers, then exploded them from the inside out.

Kalzok blinked. The area was quiet now, save for the sound of battles elsewhere in the city.

Within seconds the bag exploded and set off a chain reaction from inside, creating a giant explosion big enough to blow off the closed front gate of their target.

A gigantic explosion ripped through a building on the other side of the street. Kalzok turned and saw it was merely a factory. While the Sorceror could not give a damn about that, he sensed the light inside there, and the living presence of what most have been a platoon of soldiers. He contemplated ignoring it when several Concord soldiers staggered out onto his street from within the warehouse.

The threat must be eliminated. In the blink of an eye he was upon them, their only warning the flash of lightning blasting from the Sith Lord's eyes, smiting two men where they stood. The other two returned fire, but Kalzok had (with some reluctance) swapped the Black Rod for his lightsaber, its double blades spinning. The marines were smart, and one was equipped with a charric weapon. Unfortunately for him, Kalzok was a master of the Force, and grabbed the charric bolt in the air and tossed it back with derision. Children playing with pebbles.

The bolt pierced the trooper, and Kalzok finished off the other with his blade. He looked at the exit from which they came. Inside, he saw squads of soldiers spreading through the building and into the next connected warehouse. The chain explosion of earlier told him he could not risk secondaries damaging the Archives. With a feral grin, Kalzok donned his mask and charged in, cutting down marines by the twos.

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Location: Odavessa
Engagement: Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra
Objective 1

"Presumptuous worm!"

Ah ha, there it was. Battle was all fun and games to a Sith until it looked like they were at a disadvantage, then came the indignation. Shocked at the sheer audacity that someone might actually object to their actions. Aaran wasn't exactly expecting anything more nuanced from a cabal of self-obsessed manchildren, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed every time.

But he could deal with the issue of boring cookie cutter Sith later. Right now he had to deal with these two trying to kill him. And while normally surrounding one's opponent was a reasonable tactic, forcing them to split their attention, it was a somewhat weaker strategy when one's opponent had supernatural awareness of the surroundings.

So he turned his body, narrowing his profile and allowing his stance to widen, one saber aimed at each of the Sith accosting him. And when the phantom scent of ozone reached his nostrils, his precognition warning him of Anythysius' electrical assault, he blurred into motion.

Raising his saber, he leapt into the air, golden blade moving to intercept the blast of lightning, allowing the force of it to carry him backwards, towards the Sith's faithful retainer, allowing him to get clear of the disruptor pistol's detonating blast with little beyond a minor burns on his robes.

Turn your enemy's offense against them, make their strength your strength, capitalise on every mistake and weakness they have. The time for compassion was over, now all he could be was the naked blade of judgement. He had given them a chance to back away, a chance to ignore him, but instead they attacked. They had chosen their path, so now they would deal with the consequences.

And so, with the smoke of the disruptor pistol's explosion as cover, the Jedi moved with incredible speed through the air, his form a blur as he landed right next to the disarmed retainer, their own crimson blade swiped at their midsection in an attempt to cleave them in half.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Wyatt Morga Darth Strosius Alina Tremiru​

The Jedi’s rapid bisection of a faceless Sith Knight did not even phase the Sith Lord that blocked his path. Her eyes were fixed on him, unblinking, as if the first who looked away would lose. They were like burning coals, contrasting against her ashen skin and dark robes. While her eyes cut a hard contrast, the rest of her seemed to blur into the darkness.

The blue blade ripped through the knight’s black attire, sending his legs crumpling down and his upper torso plummeting to the floor. His sabre rolled to rest at her feet like an offering as the young man groaned and grabbed at the ashen earth.

«Death stops for no man.»

The image of the Assassin flickered as Alina engaged with the Jedi Master. Blades clashed with roars and snaps as the white-haired knight and the jedi battlemaster engaged in combat.

Suddenly, darkness and a flash of red.

An illusory visage of Darth Ophidia remained in place as she appeared next to Wyatt. Her sabre ignited in a snap-hiss, swiping up to intercept him in his attempt at throwing Alina. There was a chance she would hit Alina in the process, but that was a chance she was willing to take.

 

[Chaussidier]

Ozymandias​

Objective 2
Events unfolded quickly. As expected, the forces of Admiral Angellus would be the main bulk of the Concord forces - as a consequence, they also seemed to be taking most of the heat. Information came onto the display on the command console in a constant stream. Accurate reports from friendly forces displayed how the crewmen of Angellus' fleet operated their vessels with extraordinary skill and engaged the enemy forces on a wide front. Their foes pulled off some impressive manoeuvres too - although the reports on their activities were somewhat less accurate. Notably, the bold - or perhaps insane - captain of the Decline who had brought their ship deep into Concord lines.

The Syrah had previously been tasked with aiding Angellus' fleet and while it had mostly targeted fighters, it would now move in to intervene in the Decline's offensive ( Errix Feh'room & KV-6000 ). Staying at range did mean that the weapons would be slightly less effective but the shots that miss would fly off into the emptiness of space. More importantly, the cruiser would direct its ACP against the ship. In this case, the electronic warfare measures would be directed against their internal and external communications.

"Communication with the 9th has been established, Admiral" the communications officer spoke.

Chaussidier nodded. He looked up from his command console "Good. Open a line."

"Yes, Admiral" she said whilst establishing a direct link

"Admiral Angellus." He said whilst offering a salute, allowing the tone of his voice and manner in which he spoke the title and name to convey the respect he held for the man. Chaussidier was not one to think too much of legacies and ancestries but he did respect skill, talent and discipline. Liram Angellus' capacities in leading a fighter squadron were to his knowledge unmatched and he had reportedly done well as an Admiral too. "The 4th Recon Fleet is spread thin. My detachment is here to aid you in whichever way possible. Reinforcements are en route. The Syrah is engaging the heavy cruiser by your rear. I'm bringing the Nima II to engage the Red Dragon"

A hail from the Cabecou Squadron Leader, Captain Mers of the Gouda temporarily drew the elderly Admiral's attention away. "Admiral, it seems like they've allowed us to slip by. Instructions?"

Chaussidier looked to the holoprojection of Admiral Angellus and then down to his command console. "Slow them down. We will give the 9th time to utilise their firepower. Chaussidier out."

Captain Mers let out a sharp "Yes, Admiral." The five Frigates had managed to avoid being intercepted when they closed in on the mothballed fleet planetside ( Darth Athora & Onrai ) . It appeared as if they had even managed to destroy a ship. Still, the firepower of five frigates was far from enough to keep an entire fleet at bay, regardless of whether it had just been mothballed or not. Instead, the squadron would act on Chaussidier's orders. All ships except for the Gouda deactivated their long-range comms and scanners along with their secondary engines in order to transfer power to their ACPs. Although the ships were still able to keep in touch with Captain Mers, they were effectively slowed down to a crawl. In exchange, they could now rain down fire upon the mothballed fleet below as well as attempt to disrupt the recrewing of the hostile ships. If successful, doors would be sealed, turbolifts would stop functioning and fuel pumps would stop running.

Chaussidier's attention returned to Admiral Angellus who would have been able to hear his instructions to the Cabecou Squadron. "The Nima II shall continue to focus on the Red Dragon" The Arrak-class cruiser and her accompanying Frigates had been able to get relatively close to the Sith flagship. It meant that their point defence weapons would quickly target the enemy fighters as they manoeuvred to avoid the ion storms. Meanwhile, their turbolasers opened fire, specifically targeting the weapons systems of the Red Dragon

Liram Angellus Tithon Antilles Errix Feh'room KV-6000 Darth Athora Onrai Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra​

Spoiler: Edit: Summary

The Syrah fires at the Decline and uses electronic warfare measures to attack their communications systems
The Cabecou squadron continues attacking the mothballed ships. Power is transferred from engines and communications & scanners to the electronic warfare suites to slow down & sabotage the process of making the vessels spaceworthy
The Nima II and her accompanying frigates continues to attack the Red Dragon. Their point defence systems targets the fighters that were launched from it.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective 1: Stop the Kingslayers
Location: Odavessa, near the Khartsis Pyramid
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Wyatt Morga / Alina Tremiru / Darth Ophidia
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Even with their haste it seemed like an eternity running up the steps by the time they made it to the temple and spotted his master and what felt like a Jedi of some sort. Out of instinct he moved forward, one hand dropping down to the lightsaber clipped to his belt but stopping when Alina grabbed his other wrist. He looked back at her in confusion and a slight bit of frustration. "Who the feth is Wyatt-"

Yet despite her apparent moment of hesitation she was grinning and had already tossed her scabbard aside by the time he opened his mouth to speak, his words trailing off as she leapt forward to strike at the Jedi.

Alisteri paused to watch the display, and give a glance at what appeared to be two halves of a Sith corpse behind the man apparently named Wyatt Morga, expecting to simply see the Jedi before him carved in half by either Alina or Darth Ophidia in one fell swoop. And then he instead watched as Alina's strike was expertly countered. Oh chit.

Then, out of literally nowhere considering that his master was still standing in the same spot from what he could see, Darth Ophidia appeared right next to the Jedi seemingly intent on taking advantage of his current predicament with Alina. Finally he pulled the lightsaber from his belt and ignited it, deciding that he could at least be able to try and jump in if the need arose.

He hoped that it wouldn't.

 

[Darth Ahriman]

AHRIMAl [VALEN]​

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Objective 3: Defend the Industrial Factories of Odavessa.
Inventory: Sith Armor | Sith Lightsaber.
Allies: The Sith Order.
Enemies: Silas Westgard .

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An explosion shook the ground beneath Ahrimal's feet, the sound and impact of the kinetic wave causing the warehouse nearby to shudder and send dust and small stone falling from its foundations; Ahrimal could sense the growing presence, the further bloodshed just around the next corner and it fueled him to push on through the remaining enemy troops as the Sith-Imperial Legion gunned them down, following at his heel, their courage heightened by the presence of the Sith Warrior.

"Sith!
Your dark crusade ends now...".
​

One of the Jedi had found him first, and Ahrimal's movements poised for but a moment to take in the face of the warrior who had called him out. Through the Helm's vocabulator, a near mechanical voice would utter a dry laugh by the response, soft and under his breath but exhilarated all the same by the arrival of that which he sought to encounter above all else, the presence of a Jedi. Such power could be snuffed out in their last dying gasp of desperation.

"Young and naive, but I applaud your courage. Your masters will mourne your death, and their sorrow will aid in their undoing today" Ahrimal spoke up, acknowledging the will of the opposing Jedi whilst his right hand would bring his Lightsaber to bear, a roll of the wrist sending the weapon sweeping around in a full rotation as the Sith Warrior began to approach the Jedi in stride, a swift walk at first, gradually becoming a momentous run towards Silas Westgard .

By the time he was meters from within the range of the Jedi, he had flown into a momentous dash. The weight of his armour carried him in stride, his Lightsaber drawn back until the last second when he would drive it around in a horizontal sweep. Ahrimal's boots slamming into the earth, skidded passed and sought to carve Silas Westgard into halves. The Darkside pooled in around Valen, drawing in upon its strength and using it to empower his every step.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Chit.

The weightless sensation of being thrown was something she'd gotten used to. From her sister's torment to just her bare knuckle brawling in the Dromund Kaas underworld. Strength, speed, none of it mattered if her feet weren't on the ground. But, it was fine. With the other Sith here she could afford being thrown. Let the other attack, and she'd get back in. At least until she heard the snap hiss of a lightsaber behind her.

Her mind worked faster than a humans. A boon of her new form put her close to the processing power of a computer. Close was an overestimation, but it did mean she could turn her head and think as she watched the red blade haphazardly thrust out to include her in the target. No, not haphazardly. The Sith didn't care. She grit her teeth as she twisted herself with all her might. Barely avoiding being impaled, though the sharp burning sensation on her side was more than enough evidence that even if they were on the same side, they weren't.

Fine.

Still twisting through her own sheer strength she turned the throw into her own momentum. Landing on a hand to stop a rougher fall. The solid blade in her other hand level as she swung again. Similarly uncaring of the Sith beside her. All she cared to do was cut down the Grandmaster before he had a chance to recover from the thrust.

Wyatt Morga | Darth Ophidia | Darth Strosius

 

[Darth Haryx]

Post #1

Objective III: An Antique Land

Location: Beside his brother, Darth Xyrah, Odavessa

Tag: Darth Xyrah

Darth Haryx stood next to his brother, Darth Xyrah, holding his hand as they watched the forces of the Jedi fall upon their last refuge. They had been betrayed. There was only one way the Jedi could have found out they were here. They were told. If Nyras knew who they were and where, he'd wrap his hands around their necks and crush the life out of them, watching as their eyes darkened and hope died with them. He wasn't physically that strong, but the force could boost the strength of those who wielded it and his affinity was quite strong. He and Xyrah's new bodies had been engineered that way intentionally.

These thoughts didn't matter though, only the possibility of them surviving the Jedi's invasion and how. He looked at his brother and spoke sorrowfully, "They're coming for us, Xyrah. We have to escape. We have to take what's ours and retreat to the fallback point. I hate to say it, but there's not enough of us to repel them. Our people aren't ready. We have to be practical. It might sound like cowardice, but if everyone stays here, everyone dies here and personally I'd very much like to see The Sith Empire rise again before I go to the Void. We have to fight to flee this world. It is lost."

With these words spoken, he moved to exit the building, but only if his twin brother would follow. He was ready to fight and to run in order to survive. He could see this battle was lost long before it ever began.

He had literally seen it before. It wasn't just Deja Vu or a simple dream, he knew what would happen next. It was the scene of his darkest visions, he'd only hoped were nightmares. He was sad to see they weren't and in fact were very real. The Sith would be forced to flee to the edges of the known Galaxy. Might as well go willingly, before it was too late. Death was coming for them all. Every Sith present. The Sith Empire was finally going to die.

Or was it? There had been many Sith Empires throughout Galactic history. This was the eleventh now? The twelfth? They always rose again. The Order was an immortal phoenix. The true Sith could never die. Death was a consequence of weakness. If they were strong enough, if they were smart enough, they'd have nothing to fear.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Odavessa
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Darth Carnifex , UX-0626 , Balaya Praelior Zambrano

Jax could feel Carnifex calling to him.

It was a chilling and deep call, yet the more he concentrated the more he could..... actually understand what Carnifex was talking about. He needed to go, he needed to face Carnifex once and for all. He had nearly destroyed Tython but now he's in Odavessa doing something..... what was it? Jax did not know in fact it was pretty obvious that he was in a trap but if there was one thing that Jax was good at over the years, was springing traps.

"I know you're luring me Carnifex." Jax thought knowing that Carnifex will hear him through telapathy. "Why don't you cut the chit and let's face each other right now. I know you want to."