Public Ozymandias

[Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra]

OZYMANDIAS

Objective 1: King of Kings

Odavessa City
Tags: Aaran Tafo

Argus strafed to the side, putting himself away from a direct line between target and master. It was clear the rubble was no longer useful and made the calculation to switch back to the particle beam blaster. Taking aim, he fired directly at the Jedi, dodging and hopping back out of range of the blades. No matter his slashes, he would not be able to deflect. The Jedi would have to break his movement or dodge. All Argus really needed was to keep the Jedi's attention on him as his lord closed in,

Anthysius was now within lunging distance. He did not know how the Jedi's blindsight work,so decided not to risk giving any assistance. He lunged, propelled by the Force, silently falling towards the Jedi, blade in hand.

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Location: Odavessa
Engagement: Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra
Objective 1

For such a big fellow, Argus was surprisingly nimble, the pistol was out in moments, Aaran was almost impressed. "Fine, be that way." He muttered, deciding to leave them be for now, rolling to the side and out of the way of the pistol blast. Nasty little thing that was, making it so hard to get an honest duel out of any of the Sith present.

Another notch on the hypocrisy scoreboard. For all their talks of weeding out the weak. They sure loved their crutches.

But it didn't matter, he could readjust. Namely by raising the stolen crimson sword to intercept Anthysius' incoming strike. "Buddy, whatever made you think that I'm not used to people trying sneak attacks on me." The blind Jedi drawled laconically as he began to push forward, hoping to catch the Sith in a saber lock as his golden blade lashed out, looking to cleave them apart.

"But at least now you're fighting me with something resembling courage." He noted, somewhat more satisfied that at least one of them stopped this ranged pussyfooting and fought him like a man. It also helped that the close proximity to one Sith would hopefully prevent the other from using that explosive pistol.

Or maybe it wouldn't and Argus might seize the chance to kill his master and assume their place. But that would mean that Argus was an actual Sith and willing to take power when the opportunity arose. And so far Aaran had yet to encounter a real Sith so far in this entire invasion.

 

[Inanna Harth]

Perhaps her grabbing the whip would’ve been effective, if Onrai hadn’t already pulled this particular move on Inanna during a previous encounter. Gritting her teeth, Inanna held firm, digging her heels in as Onrai tugged on the lightwhip.

"You're not getting away easily this time," Inanna growled.

Out of the wilderness around them came beasts of the Lao-mon wilds, commanded by the Shi’ido. Two branchlurkers struck out at Onrai, stabbing down at her with their claws with enough force to dig a small hole in the ground, scattering clumps of dirt in the air. If Onrai refused to let go of Inanna's lightwhip even then, the fireball which spurted out from the tip of the lash surely would hasten the release, lest the flames strike Onrai's side.

A kennel of beelzeborks, trained to hunt, ran across the field and past the dueling Inanna and Onrai, barking and howling like hellhounds as they set upon the Sith forces. Blood-tinged slobber ran from their mouths, filled with jagged teeth. Their Shaman trainers followed close behind, having taken the forms of predators themselves.

Spoiler: Ground Forces

• 300 Shamans
  • Controlling hundreds of beast companions, including beelzeborks, urartu, andesites, and branchlurkers
• 300 Micians
• 100 Cytherai
• Various rebels (Shi'ido NPC warposting fodder)

Onrai​

 

[Venn Kolis]

Darth Megarea Jeren Kestros Millia Brimarch Darth Empyrean
OZYMANDIAS
Odavessa, streets of the Capital

Mycosia Tower, Rooftop​

She was looking him dead in the eye before he'd even fired. A chill ran through his shoulders, as his trigger finger finally managed the task it'd been set. The crimson bolt flew, only to splatter on the pavement below. Bor felt dread settling in the bottom of his stomach. She'd simply disappeared from view.

Quickly expanding his scope's range, the sniper discovered his prey running in long strides towards the base of the tower. If she made it inside the building he'd have no shot. Clicking his weapon down from high-power mode, he cracked off a series of quick shots. These became more erratic and futile, as he realized the great distance from the top of Mycosia Tower to the ground made this game near-impossible. It took a standard rifle bolt too long to reach the bottom of a skytower. He watched helpless as his target neared the base of the building-

and began running on the air. Despair morphed into panic, spurring the soldier's hands to remove his scope entirely, shoulder his weapon once again, and click the fire rate selector once more. Full Auto.

Several blocks away, not far from the Khartsis Pyramid complex...​

An angry woman with a spear continued to lash out in complex combination attacks, her battle cries becoming more desperate as Narroth continued to rip into the enormous mantoid in the alley beside them. The Alchemist's Eye burned on Venn's finger, giving him eyes to see the bond between the melee fighter and the dying monster. His enemy's frantic attacks were her natural reaction to her animal companion slipping from life. A Beast-Rider by birth and culture, Venn knew that fear and desperation. "You have my empathy, warrior..."

The spearhead flicked out at Venn's stomach, and he twisted aside to seize the weapon's haft. "-but not my mercy." Yanking on her spear to unbalance his foe, Venn seized the front of her face with his free hand. "Burn."

The blast of fire shot her immolated body across the street to crumple in a heap. Running with flames under his heels, Venn leapt through the air in an arc to alight on his Drexl's back and seize the reins. "Up, Narroth! We're getting Bor!"

Narroth felt the glow of Venn's ring and forsook the twitching corpse in its claws, rising into the air with great beats of its wings. Opulent walls of polished stone and sparkling glass fell away as Venn spurred his mount towards Mycosia Tower. He could taste the Light on the air, the Decoction Terentakus allowing him to pinpoint the presence of those strong in the Force. The signatures before him were worryingly potent; Bor hadn't gone and picked a fight with any novices. This was bad. "Stay alive, you idiot..."

Across Odavessa, the Sith Eternals raced to save what little could be saved. On thundering hooves and whirling wings, the Qatilovçu spurred onwards their beasts, to find and escort survivors to commandeered evacuation craft. The Maal Riders shot through the dark city like blaster bolts, their speeder-bikes giving them the edge in maneuverability over the invaders. In hopeless confrontations and brutal massacres, the bikers would appear, to do what they did best; a drive-by ambush. But as the battle wore on, the Riders continued to suffer losses in their hit-and-run attacks. Some lost only their bikes; others lost their lives.

The rhythmic shrak of the blaster rifle sprayed a line of red light through the open air; a stream of death trying to reach a woman who simply would not die. If she'd been difficult to hit before, now Bor was effectively trying to gun down a snowstorm. She tossed about in the night like a gale, and then she was rising to the precipice: silver flashed, there was a sound like a heavy steel chime.

The shockwave caught Bor full in the chest, lifting the Sith sniper up off of his feet and tossing him across the rooftop. His rifle was ripped from his hands, disappearing into the abyss at the roof's edge. His body tumbled, before the wall of the bulkhead caught him in a loving embrace... one that slammed him to a sudden stop and made a funny clicking noise in his back.

Groaning in pain, he bore witness as she gracefully eclipsed the edge of the platform, taking languid steps towards him. He tried to speak, and blood splattered from his lips in a fit of coughing. Note to self: concussive blasts not good for organs. The pooling blood made it hard to breathe in his helmet; he removed it roughly, and fought to his feet. "Through p-passion... strength."

In one practiced movement, Bor's sidearm flew from the holster on his hip to level at the holy woman's face. He emptied the power cell from no more than 3 meters away. Each pull of the trigger punctuated the words he screamed in desperate defiance, eyes full of hate. "Through strength! Power! Through power! Victory! Through victory... I AM FREE!"

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[Silas Westgard]

Objective: Destroy the factories
Location: Odavessa
Tags: Darth Ahriman

Silas narrowed his eyes to the Sith's dry, sinister laugh at his call. From that alone, it showed how much of a joke he thought of the padawan, overconfident of his ability to cast aside a mere boy. That attitude was going to be his undoing. The boy glared at him with the same frosty blue eyed stare he gave his enemies, a small smirk forming in the corner of his lips from the comments alone. Raising his lightsaber in a defensive stance, he waited for the brute to approach.

"Who says I'm dying today?" he grunted over to him defiantly, his body tensing as he watched the man run at him with speed. Silas could feel the aggression and anger flowing through the Sith warrior's body, a source that would prove to only make him grow stronger as the duel went on. Silas was ready for him when he threw his first strike by placing suddenly falling to his knees and rolling behind him as his strike went amiss. Jumping up without hesitation he silently stared at the Sith's armor and how heavy it looked. No matter how powerful he was, that heavy gear was surely going to play role in making him more tired as time went on.

"I may be a padawan, but it doesn't mean I'll be a pushover" he taunted back to the Sith as he lifted a hand and beckoned him forwards, daring him to try and strike him down.

"Are you sure you're prepared for the task your puppet masters have given you?"

 

[Darth Prazutis]

In the deepest recesses of the library the darkness crept over all things like a living, crawling organism. It choked out the light and smothered the world in its embrace. While one lone jedi moved through the structure the walls seemed to ache from the very weight pressing down upon them, the source of this smothering energy impossible to pinpoint as it permeated everything. Danger would keep the hairs on one's neck standing on end with the potential for threats around every corner.

As the jedi moved the Dark Lord of the Sith crept carefully to ensure the trap set by his nephew was sprung flawlessly, long had they worked together their connection went deeper than any other. No words needed to be spoken about the plans or what would come next both men simply knew, they knew what needed to happen even without communication. The technomancers around him faded into the shadows to make their way to the nerve center of the library.

The Dark Lord of the Sith moved around the adjacent halls with the step of a stalking predator, silent and deadly as he made his way down and behind the jedi. The empty halls surrounding the elaborate entrance of the library holding the coveted knowledge of the Worm Emperor. He stretched out his hand and commanded the power of the living force he reached through the stone itself, power flooding through every crack and crevice. The power rapidly swept up through to the immense walls and roof of the room immediately above, an open space of a study room on a higher floor. Such was the power exuded by the giant in one brief pull of the hand that the entire building shook.

The entrance exploded in a shower of debris crashing down with the boom of a thunderclap, a falling avalanche that shook the solid foundations and flooded the entry way with a mountain of impassible rock. It came with a shower of falling tables and other furnishings from above that descended and exploded when they hit the stone showering the area in deadly shrapnel making passage all but impossible. For such a titanic display the giant didn't even seem winded, his energy passively restored even before the expenditure had begun.

The young jedi was trapped.

Jax Thio | Darth Carnifex | UX-0626 ​

 

[Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra]

OZYMANDIAS

Objective 1: King of Kings

Odavessa City
Tags: Aaran Tafo

Location: Odavessa
Engagement: Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra
Objective 1

For such a big fellow, Argus was surprisingly nimble, the pistol was out in moments, Aaran was almost impressed. "Fine, be that way." He muttered, deciding to leave them be for now, rolling to the side and out of the way of the pistol blast. Nasty little thing that was, making it so hard to get an honest duel out of any of the Sith present.

Another notch on the hypocrisy scoreboard. For all their talks of weeding out the weak. They sure loved their crutches.

But it didn't matter, he could readjust. Namely by raising the stolen crimson sword to intercept Anthysius' incoming strike. "Buddy, whatever made you think that I'm not used to people trying sneak attacks on me." The blind Jedi drawled laconically as he began to push forward, hoping to catch the Sith in a saber lock as his golden blade lashed out, looking to cleave them apart.

"But at least now you're fighting me with something resembling courage." He noted, somewhat more satisfied that at least one of them stopped this ranged pussyfooting and fought him like a man. It also helped that the close proximity to one Sith would hopefully prevent the other from using that explosive pistol.

Or maybe it wouldn't and Argus might seize the chance to kill his master and assume their place. But that would mean that Argus was an actual Sith and willing to take power when the opportunity arose. And so far Aaran had yet to encounter a real Sith so far in this entire invasion.

Anthysius blocked and parried, stepping forward to push against Aaran to seize the intiative. He did not bother with words. Frequently it was the Jedi that focussed on their task while Sith flaunted their power, but this entire situation, this entire invasion, had reversed that dynamic. Anthysius could not afford frivolity.

Anthysius followed up this parry with a serious of tight strikes, battering at the Jedi's defense. With two sabers, the Jedi would have wider coverage and striking angles, but in a close defense would only be able to bring up one arm's worth of strength in a quick parry. Anthysius channeled his knowledge of Djem So, pushing hard into his blows to batter aside the Jedi's defence, breaking up the strikes with occasionally switching his angle of attack through Shii-Cho.

He also kept up the pace and pressure to prevent the Jedi from engaging with any Force attacks. He had proven adequate in that field, and until he disarmed the Jedi of one blade, Anthysius did not want to push his luck further.

Argus, noticing the two were focussed on the duel, waited for his chance to help tip the balance. As Anthysius kept up the pressure, he carefully nudged the debris along the ground, creating uneven ground for the Jedi to retreat on to. Occasionally, when Anthysius' tempo increased for a second, Argus would pile on by flining more debris at Aaran to overwhelm the Jedi's defences from two angles.

 

[Aspect of Passion]

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In the darkness, as the new son had the marks of the Sith burned into his skin by the corpse legion of the Sepulchral - The eldritch Worm Emperor could sense his strength begin to fade. The equalization of their powers, as his own being fled into the confines of Maliphant's mortal body. There was joy in the legion that was his soul - to experience the thrill of battle as they once had, but there was a growing annoyance at the chaos the Sith had fallen into. For all their efforts, the parasitic Darth Carnifex and his Uncle Darth Prazutis struck amidst Chaos for the secrets of the Eternals.​

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Not only them, but ghosts long past appeared in orbit to attempt to steal the grand fleet - instead of focusing their strength against the rising tide of the Light appearing on Odavessa's shores. The Worm, would he had a jaw or teeth to bite, would have chewed his lip bloody - as the strain of control began to weigh on his waning form. The Ritual was necessary - but the legion demanded blood and vengence.​

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So the Worm brought up one of his skeletal, black bandage wrapped hands and sent out a command to the Lords in orbit overseeing the fleet. A simple, brutal command that would both wreck vengeance upon those who dared to steal from him amidst Chaos, and raise the potency of the Dark Side. For the Emperor's Raiment to work, Maliphant would need the souls of more Sith to become the heir of the Worm.​

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In orbit, commanders steeled themselves for their command - and did what was commanded of them by the Worm. Orbital autocannons turned towards the Sith Capital and began their preperation phases. Some attempted to warn their families only to be cut down by their second in command - and others pressed the button to consign a million to their deaths with no hesistation. The autocannons would fire with a great vengeance, blasting towers down, slaying millions in the matter of only a few minutes.​

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If the Jedi wanted the Sith dead, then the Sith would show them that death was a power that emboldened them - it was nothing to fear. As screams and cries began to wash over the planet, as the young were tested in the fires of plasma and turbolaser rounds, the Dark Side that was already intoxicating began to roll across the planet in a black fog. So dense was it that the Sith would grow drunk on its strength, and storms would form in the atmosphere.​

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From both the glassing, and the Dark Side - it would spin and carve destruction into the face of the world made over millenia. In the eye of this great black storm was the Pyramid - sucking in the clouds, dragging them deep below the planet's surface, and into the open mouth of the awaiting son - Darth Empyrean .​

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Let the end be beautiful, let the end be dark. The Worm has consigned a billion souls to death and felt nothing for it.​

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Spoiler: Tag List

Caltin Vanagor
Darth Megarea
Siv Dragr
Valen
Jeren Kestros
Ket Van-Derveld
Darth Kentarch
Joycelyn Zambrano
Silas Westgard
Jacste Selden
Darth Carnifex
Balaya Praelior
Tiland Kortun
Darth Ophidia
Venthis Zambrano
Lirka Ka
Darth Strosius
Thaelius
Inanna Harth
Jax Thio
Alina Tremiru
Ijaat Mereel
Errix Feh'room
Valery Noble
Millia Brimarch
Venn Kolis
Spindle
Shakka Bralor
Xzinn Dronnol
Darth Xyrah
Varik Awaud
TC-CS-4820
Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra

 

[Njal The Black]

Njal switched the hand the axe was led by - so that the power of it came from the hand that still had the most sensation. The other would guide it - enough to make him viable in combat regardless. Given he didn't operate on technique, he had a good enough resolve to make any form he took work - and would as he took his first step forward.​

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Yet as his boot made landfall - so too did the turbolasers from orbit. Buildings near them burst apart as the deafening roar of sacrifice on the planet's scale began to take hold. Njal looked away from Caltin Vanagor for a brief second, glancing around as the world began to fall into a fire - and a storm began to take over. Winds howled, the Dark Side grew violent as rain fell heavy and quick.​

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The only break in the dark overcast was for the shells of autocannons that breached them - only to be filled in a second later. The rain that formed stained Njal's skin black - ash impregnating the drops with stain that made it look far more menacing than it had a right to be. A symbol that this was not the cooling rain that gave life, but the black ashen result of war.​

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It was an omen of the most blessed kind. Balagoth had his favor today.​

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"It seem's even the heavens have chosen their victor today, Jedi.", he announced, rushing forward to bring the axe in an upward slash from groin to chin - then back down again as he chased the Jedi.​

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Caltin Vanagor​

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Location: Odavessa
Engagement: Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra The big chonker Argus
Objective 1

Finally, he was being met with some real teeth. Now he could actually keep the pair engaged, every moment they were distracted from retreated, distracted from coordinating with their troops was enough moment the Jedi forces assembled had to encircle this planet, to cut off avenues of retreat, deny the Sith resources, drive them further and further back into the dark corners of the Galaxy, where they could leave the innocents of this universe alone. At least for a few decades, centuries or even a millenia if they were fortunate. Maybe someone would pull a Bane and cull their numbers down, give the Galaxy a massive span of peacetime.

Aaran would give credit where it was due, his opponent's Djem So was fairly well polished, and he had no issue allowing his partner to set the pace of the dance. His previous wild aggression now reigned in, tempered and controlled as he switched from the absolute offence of Vapaad to the slow, technical defence of Soresu, the second of his favoured forms.

Had this been any other opponent, Anthysius would be having a much better time, but he had chosen one of the worst opponents possible for this bout. A veteran of no less than four wars, a man who'd been fighting Sith before he was legally old enough to drink.

He let his opponent set the pace of the fight, but Aaran decided on his own steps. The two sabers meant he lacked raw power, but the additional coverage was more than enough to him to stay untouched, allowing him to keep his opponent occupied with one hand deflecting and redirecting the blows, never directly contensting, not allowing his opponent to take advantage of the additional leverage and strength they could bring to bear, dancing around them like smoke in order to keep the lord between his retainer and opponent. Dancing around the harsh terrain meant to trip him up.

After all, it was tricky to surprise a fellow who relied entirely on the Force to see the world around him. But, there was only so much he could do, especially when still doing his best to conserve as much strength as he could for future fights.

A sign of such strength being needed was all but apparent once the Worm executed their next gambit. All across the world, the unthinking sycophants of the Dark Side turned their guns on those around them, attacking the defenceless in order to gain a smidgen more power, willing to commit whatever atrocity was required to gain the slightest advantage over their opponent.

Aaran could not help but wonder how Sith could claim themselves to be free when they were utter slaves to their lust for power.

As if a switch had flipped, his posture changed, the smile dipped, the playfulness faded from his face. Lips drawing into a thin line as he decided that he was done playing, done giving these two a chance.

Pushing back for a moment, giving himself a brief respite, the crimson saber in his hand deactivated, before it was fiunflungg bodily at an incoming missile sent by Argus, intercepting it at such a high velocity that the casing cracked and the circuitry inside ruptured, producing a series of sparks and smoke indicating that the weapon was now all but useless.

"I'm afraid that I can't stay around to play much longer. Your boss has made it clear that he's getting desperate." He mused, his now free hand flicking towards Argus, a wave of telekinetic force erupting from the Jedi, looking to smash into the faithful juggernaut with an amount of energy that quite frankly, seemed overwhelming. A blast approximately the strength of a Speeder bus bearing down on the faithful servant, tearing up the ground as it travelled.

And most alarmingly, he conjured such an attack casually. His stance, posture, mood and power seemingly unaffected by the growing miasma of darkness encroaching on the world.

"So this is your final offer. Back off and let me do my job, lemme go kill your boss. Or I'm going to have to put you down."

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity” - Sun Tzu​

Primary Objective

“Well, this is unexpected…”

The fire raining down on the planet was not out of the ordinary, but Caltin didn’t expect it to come this quickly. Njal was not the only one who was looking upward, but Vanagor was adapting to the situation. This was not going to change any time soon and the things were no doubt get worse before better, no sense being concerned about it until it was necessary.

Taking the second to put away “Conservator” and pulling out “Vanguard” the massive Jedi Master was not enjoying the thought of pulling out his “last resort” weapon as it was not just yet. What changed that was his attention he paid to the almost “giddy” feeling that was going to be the catalyst for what was unfortunately going to be coming.

You might be right… but that is “their” victor… and I don’t listen to the heavens.

Quickly setting the weapon to “pike” length, he charged as well and the moment that Njal brought the ax upwards, Caltin jumped one foot onto the barrel of it. He did not stay as the “not as big” man leaped off of it and over, but reached for whatever he could grab. What was Caltin looking to grab? Either Njal’s limp arm, or one of his braids.


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

 

[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 Njal The Black, Onrai , Tithon Antilles Errix Feh'room KV-6000 Darth Athora Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra



TEAM DARKSIDE


Getting fed up with the “war on two fronts” and “playing defensive”, the Admiral began to go back into pages of his past, and his familial past as well. It was more of a combination of moves that made his ancestors famous, but there were also moves that he used as a fighter pilot. The fighters were no longer going to split, but bunch together and utilize their skills in waves. This would single out their individual strengths but accommodate for the weaknesses of the previous wave, that was not the only outcome. The purpose was to protect the “flank” of the capital ships who were attacking from the other side, again, not splitting, but taking on individual groups as one unit. If enemy ships moved to counter, they would be fired on by an exponentially larger number of cannons than before.

The purpose of both were to distract from the Marines, as well as the SCARs. The Marines were still working to complete their objectives on the station and shipyards. The SCARs were attacking (outside and in) en masse on the Militus-class Star Battlecruiser, and then moving on to The Saturn

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

They were going to make their stand. The Dark troopers outgunned them, but the Marines were going to maneuver to points where they could get the fire support that gunships could allow. One way or another this was going to work.

Spoiler: SUMMARY OF ACTIONS

1. Capital Ships moving “Right side” of Station/Shipyards attacking ship group by ship group en masse. The purpose is to overwhelm with the sheer number of firepower, either to disable or cause to withdraw.
2. Fighters are moving “Left side” of the Station/Shipyards with the same purpose.
3. SCARs attacking specific battlecruisers
4. Marines completing objectives on the Station/Shipyard

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

​

 

[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 city descended further and further into chaotic bloodshed as the Mandalorians, Jedi, and their allies went to work. One of the Sith stood out from the others. A Vong, a powerful one at that, who had already defeated a number of vode. The Sith was openly mocking the Mandalorian warriors, calling them forward to fight him, batting aside blaster fire and lower-level warriors like none of it could hurt him. It enraged Varik to see him atop the crumpled, bloodied remains of a Mandalorian warrior as he jeered and taunted. Such disrespect demanded satisfaction. It demanded revenge.

The Sith was calling for challengers, and Varik was more than happy to oblige.

The Si'kahya swooped in, propelled through the air above the city streets by his jetpack. As he approached, he considered firing his rifle, but thought against it. Such an attack would be ineffective against someone like this. He suspected he would have to get up close and personal to finish this. The Mandalorian instead armed another high explosive rocket from his gauntlet, then launched it at the Sith's feet. As soon as it left his arm, Varik angled himself downward toward the street. He landed there before the Vong Sith, drawing his beskad with one hand and pistol with the other. He raised the pistol and fired a few bolts at the Sith; they would get his attention, if nothing else.

"Come on, Sith!" Varik bellowed his own challenge at the Vong. "Come meet your doom!"

 

[Errix Feh'room]

LOCATION: Odavessa
SHIP: The Decline with a squadron of Scorpio Droid Starfighters
WEARING: Service Uniform
WIELDING: Service Dagger, PGEM/MWP-001 - Pistol Form, 2 Flash Grenades, 1 Sonic Imploder
ACCOMPANIED BY: OO Series Astromech
OBJECTIVE: 2 - That Collosal Wreck - Give Docked Ships a Fighting Chance
TAGS: KV-6000 | Liram Angellus | Tithon Antilles | Onrai | Aspect of Passion | Chaussidier | Darth Athora

The Decline slowly pulled further away from the carrier vessel as the message from their own fleet came through. Something that was both expected but surprising in the moment. Eyes narrowed at the possible meaning behind the order but gave it no further thought as the Decline rocked from the return fire.

The attempt at slicing their systems worked for a split second. The channels buzzing momentarily before the rapid repetition system recognized the anomalous activity and coordinated with the integral socketgaurds that were on standby at at all times.

The Socketguards activated, closing each system off from one another as the ships AI took notice of the automated defense systems aboard the ship came to life without her prompting. Something that both surprised and irritated her. The pathways that made up her connections to the ship severed in places, a switch shut off to keep the technological virus from spreading as she stood beside Errix unmoving.

Her presence elsewhere was felt however, her attention divided as best she could as the socketguards quarantined sections of the internal communication network as the program tried to disrupt their systems. Molder smirked to no one. Her invisible hands deftly working over the invisible strands of information as she worked ahead of the invasive program to recode systems.

Guiding it further into the systems rather than keep it out. What had once been controls for an airlock appeared now under her efforts to be a direct line of communication to the entire fleet. A false signal pulled from the real line of coding from the communication systems made null by extraneous numbers and signals. Fed to the program that was invading in a way that made it seem like it was chasing a fleeting pathway as the locks behind it closed and quarantined.

Ultimately the recoding of systems would lead the program on a wild chase through the systems believing it was nearing the control line of the fleet messaging system within the ship.

In reality it was the control system for the biohexacrytped airlock seal for the extending docking tube inside the hangar that it was now attempting to slice into. The path back and the path elsewhere locked down by the socketguards that had isolated each system before sweeping the quarantined areas of the infected systems and purging the remainder of the invading program through hard resets and isolated coding wars to oversaruate the processing powers on the invading program.

All the while Molder's form on the bridge remained, not even once twitching at the chaotic effort she was manipulating elsewhere in the ship entirely unseen.

She shut off the holonet Transceivers inside the ship in the meanwhile. Allowing the processing power of those systems to aid them in keeping the program isolated on board for the time being.

"Enemy vessel is switching attack vector. Likely to intervene on ours judging by predicted trajectory." Molder informed him, breaking the stoic silence about her.

"Feth. Not unexpected but wholly unwanted. Very well. Alter our course and switch weapons fire onto the engaging vessel." His gaze switching from the viewport to display where the vessel had been highlighted. The trajectory prediction seeming to match as he pondered his choices.

"Orders have been delivered. Altering course and firing angles." Molder informed him. The vessel moving to intercept was 6 times their size, and while it was proving to be a nimble giant, Errix doubted it would match the speed of a vessel incredibly smaller than itself.

"EngInes to full, and flank outside of the new fleet to keep the interested vessel between us and the enemy." Came additional commands as Molder relayed the information. The soft hue of blue changed to a bright blinding white centered flare as the Decline lurched from its slow forward trajectory.

The SIPC Turrets along with the STl Turrets silenced momentarily before the servos and targeting systems aligned with their new target. Concentrated hyper-ionized plasma and turbolaser fire skittering across the void of space.

The Tractor Guidance operators continued throwing the energy bomblets at awkward angles around the rear of the vessel even as it disengaged from the carrier.

At least not until it had gained sufficient distance between itself and the carrier in question. The Decline would soon position itself on the outer periphery of the battlespace and use the advantage of its long range armament and speed to keep everything at reach.

The vessel sped along outside the secondary enemy fleet, the Shields shifting to directly engage the Syrah. The Kirishima Cap Drains taking remnant energy from the incoming attacks and siphoning it off to refresh the shields.

"Batter them until otherwise ordered. Keep to the outside of the direct engagement and do what we can to soften up the enemy. KV-6000, you are free to engage an targets of opportunity." Errix hissed, watching the dockyard on a separate display.

He wouldn't do much against the larger vessels except perhaps annoy them. His own machinations beginning to form should he make it out of this situation to make a detachment for later. The thought occupied what little time he had for superfluous thinking as he observed the ongoing battle.

They had to survive this first before anything else could occur.

 

[Millia Brimarch]

Location: Odavessa Surface
Objective: Deal with the Sith, Ensure the Bogan does not Deceive Her Own
Tags: Jeren Kestros Venn Kolis Darth Megarea
Weapons: Songsteel Concussive Batons, Collapsible Electrostaff
Equipment: Utility Belt inludes - Hush-98 Comlink, Liquid Cable Launcher, Fibercord Whip, Holoprojector, Holo-map, Rebreather, Security Spike, Scramble Key, Anti-security blade, Field Security Overloader, Canteen/Waterskin, Energy/Food Capsules
ECM-598 Medical Backpack includes - Shock Cloth, Bactade, Antidote Synthesizer
Spider Silk Clothing
Armorweave Overclothes, Coif, Kama equipped with a Small Energy Shield​

The shield inside of her clothing engaged as she felt the strain of her leg muscles against the focused weight of her body. Pulling herself upright as one might mid dance from a low swirl. Each of her Batons pointed down and dug into the roof as she hauled herself up and after the one that had directed a weapon at her. The neutral presence of her power swirling briefly to get a fix once more on that feeling of ire and pure malice.

He'd been flung across the roof, her eyes fixating on his form as he removed his helmet and shared the sight of his blood with the world. She bore witness to his struggle as he closed the distance and fired upon her.

The skintight shield shimmered against the rounds, her features unchanging from that haunting blankness that had taken with it joy or rage. Heat radiated from the successive shots against her exposed skin. The light flashing against the porcelain skin behind that shimmering wall of energy as she strode forward.

A baton was sheathed as the now free hand reached forward. Reached forward through the hatred and rage to attempt to take his face in the palm of her hand. If she succeeded, the force itself would wind through that physical connection as her mind focused itself to the small task before her.

In the midst of this her other baton would be sheathed, freeing the other hand as her mind splintered between the mental focus and a sliver of attention to the surroundings directly near them.

The quickness of her approach through that mental assualt following that touch would be alarming. As she had shown before with her ascent to him, she would slip inside his mind for a singular purpose. Circling and striking harshly against any mental barriers that he placed against her intrusion. The crushing weight of the glacial cold that permeated his skin outside his mind attempting to draw his focus between the mental battle and the physical threat that lingered. The creeping cold becoming both mental and physical as the touch continued.

She sought a singular image. A singular feeling amidst the hate and anger that permeated the air around them. A singular moment of peace and the image that surrounded it. Even a glimmer of that image would spurn her to latch onto that image and force his mind into a shambled prison of it. Trying to place him in a forced state of slumber where that image was the centerpiece of the fabricated dream.

If she succeeded, then the other hand would cradle his back. The slow process of laying him down carefully before taking off the backpack she had used to throw her momentum so readily set to the side as medical items were pulled out.

If she failed to put him under, the free hand would reach into a side pouch of the backpack as her mental attack continued. Producing a small, injection ready vial that she would try to jab him with. The sedative inside quick acting to still an unruly patient.

Either way, she was attempting to subdue him rather than kill him even in the heat of battle. In spite of his best efforts to kill her. The spirit of medicine guiding her hand to ensure that none died by her actions.

Her choice of weapons, more specifically the Concussion Batons, was one of practicality rather than the true path of pacifism. She knew with every fiber of her being that the enemies of the light would never turn themselves over peacefully. And through their struggle they would no doubt injure themselves gravely upon the weapon most that wielded the force chose to use.

Her abstaining from the use of a lightsaber a choice all her own as a severed limb was easily lost amidst battle. A broken bone could be reset. A damaged organ healed. Wounds faded and eventually healed. The remnants of a Lightsaber battle could exist for the end of one's life. And the effects far more reaching than a bit of patient healing.

If she could make Bor slumber, her voice would reach into the choir like tone as she began to hum softly to him. Before letting the words flow around them as she worked.

"When the blazing sun is gone, when the nothing shines upon-" The soft and warm notes of her voice wrapping around him.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Odavessa
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Darth Carnifex

A surge of anger took over Jax but he took a deep breathed and continued to walk. He could sense the dark forces leaving his position, no doubt trying to lure Jax into a trap. But the Jedi Master will do what he does best: Spring the trap. "I do accept that you're my father," Jax replied his voice heavy with regret. "But what I don't know is what the hell do you want with me? I'm nothing special just another body for you to possess. But you will fail Carnifex just like you failed on Tython."

He continued to move into the building frowning and taking out his Lightsaber. "Come on out Carnifex," Jax said. "Stop hiding in the dark and face me already. I've accepted the truth but what I want to know is: Why? Why did you leave me on Kayshykk when I was a baby? What did you intend with me?"

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Wyatt Morga Darth Strosius Alina Tremiru
​

The Jedi practically danced out from his alterasjon with the two Sith, flying through the lashing of lightsaber and sithsword in a manner almost playful. And in the fashion of a true Jedi, he turned their violence back against them. It was an admirable display of prowess and panache. His kick lashed out precisely, seemingly perfect. Yet, when the moment came where it would connect with the Sith's chin, it found only air. Her head moved back just enough for it to pass her.

Admirable, but insufficient.

As she weaved out of the Jedi's kick, her left hand lashed out and pulled back. In tandem, a light-robed body plummeted from the side of the pyramid, smashing against the rocks beneath.

She did not take her eyes off Wyatt. Yet, she sensed the convergence of forces: The white-haired one. Her own apprentice, Alisteri. A gaggle of weaker would-be-Sith. An approaching force of Jedi and their sympathizers. It reminded her of Bastion. No, this would not go the same way.

And a storm brewing on the fumes of spilled blood.

"I think I prefer a handshake."

Without a beat, she took a step back and left, disappearing behind Alina and dissolving from sight, only to reappear on Wyatt's right with a succession of swift slashes from the bloodshine blade. She was fast, inhumanly so. The cuts seemed almost to blend together, merging offence and defence in a merciless advance.

The earth shook from the fire of cannons, and the bled kyber crystals hummed in tune with the harmony of slaughter that was Odavessa.

 

[Darth Ahriman]

AHRIMAN [VALEN]​

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Objective: Survive and kill the Jedi.
Inventory: Sith Armor | Sith Lightsaber.
Allies: The Sith Order.
Enemies: Silas Westgard .

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The Jedi Padawan Silas Westgard evaded the first strike, twisting and rolling just out of reach before leaping into the air in order to place distance between the Sith Warrior and his prey. "I may be a padawan, but it doesn't mean I'll be a pushover. Are you sure you're prepared for the task your puppet masters have given you?" the young Jedi challenged Darth Ahriman confidently, while the Sith slowly rose to stand once more, turning back to find the Jedi motioning for him to attack once more.

"My will is my own" the Sith Knight stated, speaking firmly in his truth. Darth Empyrean had offered him a place within the Sith Eternal, and Valen had accepted in order to learn and grow more powerful in the Darkside of the Force, yet his ambitions would always be his own and there would never be any Master greater than his own fate. "I have seen what the Jedi can offer and it is insufficient. Complacency and weakness...-Unlike the Jedi, I will show you the power which can be attained through the might of the Sith Order".

In orbit, commanders steeled themselves for their command - and did what was commanded of them by the Worm. Orbital autocannons turned towards the Sith Capital and began their preperation phases. Some attempted to warn their families only to be cut down by their second in command - and others pressed the button to consign a million to their deaths with no hesistation. The autocannons would fire with a great vengeance, blasting towers down, slaying millions in the matter of only a few minutes.

As Darth Ahriman began in his approach once again, something halted him in his stride. The Force surged all around them, neither dark nor light but natural energies swarming across the surface in a strong warning and prelude of the destruction soon to rain down upon the Capital City. The helm of the Sith rose to glare skyward as brilliant blurred beams of light began to breach the clouded skies overhead, soon piercing the black smoke that shielded the surface from the world's orbit above, impacting into the ground with devastating power and obliterating sections of the city all around.

Raising both arms out before him, one hand still tightly gripping his lightsaber, the Sith Warrior sought to call upon all of his control over the force in order to raise a protective barrier around himself just seconds before the fires swept throughout the street. The impact of the kinetic shockwave, followed by the flames of turbolaser fire brought the Sith Knight to his knees, yet Darth Ahriman desperately held the spherical shield around him, exerting nearly all of his energy and strength in order to withstand the unrelenting orbital bombardment that havocked everything within its path, decimating the warehouse nearby the pair and bringing all crumbling down in fire and debris.

 

[Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra]

OZYMANDIAS

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

Heir of Ash, Part 4

Odavessa City
Aaran Tafo

As the chamber rumbled, masonry falling off the ceiling in chunks, Anthysius stopped. He could hear it. The swell of fear. The heat of incineration. A blast of searing heat and pressure swept into the chamber, and Anthysius broke off the duel for a moment, channeling his energy into holding back and dissipating the inferno. From the direction of the exit, Anthysius felt the heavy press of mass death. The fleeting thought of the Jedi bombarding the planet dissipated when he felt the swell of the dark side from deeper in the complex. Only one man- one thing- could do this.

"I'm afraid that I can't stay around to play much longer. Your boss has made it clear that he's getting desperate."

The Sith's stomach sank, even as Argus was halted, then thrown to the side by the Jedi. He tried to focus on the pressure waves that swept into the Force barrier he was holding up, but all that filled Anthysius' heart was rage. Black rage, rage at the Worm, at the Lords of the Sith, and all of the damned souls of this miserable world. What little he had won, what little he could have gained in the future reconquest was now naught but dust.

The accursed parasite-king could not bear to lose, and so did what every unworthy Sith had done for millennia: he had to drag everyone down with him. Pure, blind spite.

The anger boiled off Anthysius like a star of hate, the debris in the entire chamber lifting inch by inch, vibrating. Aaran's force-sight would have been briefly blinded for an instant. The Sith spat blood. The Zambranos. The Worm. All of them. Idiots that had squandered an empire and its Sith, leaving Anthysius as nothing but an heir of ash and dust.

No more.

The barrier swelled forward, forcing the heat and pressure back out of the chamber to where it came. The red-hot rage cooled in a second, and the debris dropped. Argus got to his feet, limping.

"So this is your final offer. Back off and let me do my job, lemme go kill your boss. Or I'm going to have to put you down."

Anthysius looked at Argus, nearby the exit that led deeper into the complex, refusing to dignify the Jedi with recognition.

"Argus, allow the Jedi to pass."

"My lord-"

"If he wants to die at the hands of the Worm, so be it."

He turned back to Aaran, looking into the blindfold.

"A word of advice, Jedi: it is unseemly for one such as yourself to be blinded by arrogance."

Without another look, Anthysius helped Argus walk to the exit back out into the courtyard. There was no future for them inside the pyramid.

​

Odavessa Orbital Docks
Liram Angellus

Up in orbit, the stream of personnel evacuating onto the Dour Predator did not abate, even after the allotted time Issan had declared. The station diagnostics were blinking off in rapid succession as Concord marines began to destroy entire wings of the station. The explosions were getting worse. Issan was monitoring all this from the bridge, and she bit her lip in frustration as she realised she was going to have to leave under her own power now or be forced to by the rapidly disintegrating station. She watched the tactical map as more Concord marines showed up in the docking bay to be gunned down.

<"Marines, pull back onto the ship."> She ordered into her communicator. Her channel pinged with a priority alert.

<"Ma'am! The Fatal Sums is still under imperial control in the next dock!">

It was one of the corvettes that Anthysius had won control over. Knowing that it was still under control, Issan knew she could get underway safely and without wasting valuable crew still on the station.

<"Redirect any stragglers to that dock over the next ten minutes, then leave the station and rendezvous with my ship, wherever we end up being.">

"Prepare to get underway!" she called out across the bridge. The bridge crew, now fully staffed with stragglers from the station, began the launch sequence. As she felt the docking clamps detach and the Heavy Cruiser's engines full fire up, allowing it to pull away from the station, a swarm of enemy fighters approached.

"Shields at maximum!"

The shield held firm against the barrage of laser fire as the starfighters peeled off. Now freed from its moorings, the Dour Predator's full suite of CIWS opened up, shredding several X-Wings and bombers that approached. The ship's main guns blasted a transport from the sky before it could land in the Fatal Sums' berth nearby.

The captain ordered a sweep of the exterior of this section of the station. Issan looked out the windows, clearly seeing the breached docking bays and disintegrating sections. The Predator opened fire at close range, ranking the bays from the outside, destroying several Concord transports that had boarded the station.

A priority ping showed up on her console- no, all the consoles. A hush fell over the bridge. It was a Priority Crimson One alert. Issan's heart froze. It could only come from one place.

"Ma'am, it's the Firestorm Contingency," someone finally called out. On her console, a set of targeting coordinates showed up, forcefully overriding any other priority targets.

The captain of the ship stood up straight.

"You have your orders. Set course for bombardment of the priority target."

"Captain, that's the city-"

The captain spun on his heel, drawing his pistol. In the blink of an eye, the dissenting crewman was shot. The stunned silence was broken when the XO drew his pistol and pointed it at the captain, followed by a flurry of movement across the bridge as crewmen cursed, jumped out of their seats and/or drew their weapons in a daisy chain of targeting and counter-targeting.

"HALT!" Issan intoned, projecting the Force into her voice. Everyone froze, a hundred fingers ready to pull their triggers.

"I understand we have a... diverse set of personnel in our current predicament, who may not all see eye to eye," Issan started, slowly getting out of her chair.

"They have to follow the will of the Emperor."

"Yes, but I'm sure it is bad form to operate a ship with half the crew dead," a cold smile formed on Issan's face.

The captain was silent for a moment.

"We have our orders..."

"From a communications channel that could be hijacked," the XO interjected.

"It appears we are at an impasse. Fortunately, pursuant to the Imperial Military Law Code 10-15 Section B, there is a ranking Sith onboard."

Everyone understood her meaning.

"So, I will be taking executive action to solve this conundrum. Sounds reasonable?" She moved over to the captain and XO.

"It is heartening to see your loyalty to the throne, captain."

The captain gave a small nod as she circled the pair.

"I, too have my loyalty. To my lord."

Issan's smile dropped as she stopped beside him.

"And it does not allow me to fire at any location he might be on. Least of all his own fething estate, in case you did not realise. So, let's put down the guns and move into atmosphere to re-establish contact groundside."

The captain breathed slowly. Without warning, he turned his gun to Issan:

"BELAY THAT! You treacherous wench! How dare you place your lord above-"

The bridge was suddenly bathed in crimson light as the deafening snap-hiss of a lightsaber silenced the man. Issan pulled her lightsaber back and the corpse dropped.

"Any objections? We have a comfortable brig and many willing crew onboard who can do your job."

Silence.

"Someone clean this up," Issan nudged the corpse with her boot. "Everyone else, back to battle stations and get us into orbit." Issan returned to her seat as the bridge crew broke from the spell and returned to their posts.

"XO, you have the command."

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Location: Odavessa
Engagement: Open
Objective 1

"A word of advice, Jedi: it is unseemly for one such as yourself to be blinded by arrogance."

"Its only arrogance if I'm wrong." Came Aaran's own smooth reply, "and I rarely am." And with the hiss of a lightsaber deactivating, he simply left the pair to retreat. His gaze lingering on Anthysius for a moment. It seems that his opponent did have some measure of pride and self-worth. A tyrant they might be, but they seemed to cop to the idea that one needed subjects to rule over.

In Aaran's mind, Anthysius managed to elevate himself ever so slightly above the smattering of Dark Side adepts on this world. They had something resembling a spine. Perhaps there was some hope for them, perhaps they'd rise above empty lust for power and actually make something.

Pattern recognition told him that it was a failed effort, that the Scion would fall to the Dark Side's grasp utterly and become nothing more than another Sith spouting the same nonsense, never actually realising that the hunger inside would ever be sated.

But, Aaran was a man of faith, and people would never get better if they never got the chance. So perhaps he'd bump into this Sith again, in less tense of an environment, he might be able to get a better measure of the man.

But for now, he had a job to do, turning on his heel he began to run, deeper into the complex, drawing inexorably closer to the heart of darkness below.