Dominion Pt. 3 - Providence | GA Dominion of Brentaal IV

[Constantine Oliva]

Loske Treicolt Maynard Treicolt Kathryn Foster Olen Halcorr Cassius Callaesar

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For all his bravado to his men, Constantine was terrified. Underneath his seemingly calm exterior, the man was screaming. He wanted to run, to save his men and his own life. The line, in a V formation, pushed on. Shier guns were more than capable of killing the small monsters that were giving the fighters so many problems. larger ones gave them more issues, but were still kept off. The largest monsters however, were tearing through frigates in the armada behind them.

"Sir! The Sarlacc is reporting taking damage!

"Order them to get out of here. I don't want unnecessary casualties."

"Yessir!"

The Sarlacc was the second ship he'd had to order to retreat so far, the first being the Osprey. Both Warrior-IIs had reported once they got to safety. The fleet was moving surprisingly quickly, but the monsters were getting more dense. as if...as if they were protecting something. A signal came through from the fighters. A crystal structure had been found, and it seemed to be what the monsters were protecting.

"I want that message relayed to the admiralty and to all ships in the line. We know what we're gunning for."

"Yes sir."

The order was relayed back to the fleet, with the Hawk's stronger communication systems. Constantine wasn't entirely sure what they were looking for, but it would be different from anything else. The monsters would also be much worse there. The line sped onward, blasting as it went. Two more ships, Panther and Toad, were forced to turn around soon. They hadn't even reached the center yet.

"Sir! Scanners are down!"

"What?"

"We're completely blind sir, I'm trying to figure out what's wrong but other ships are reporting it too!"

"Signal the fighters, tell them we're going to need them to guide us to the target."

"Predator, Eagle, Newt, and Crow are reporting damage sir!"

"We've lost contact with Canary!"

So many things were happening at once. This was battle. Battle was chaos. And chaos is where Constantine thrived. His palms stung from the pain of him digging his nails into his own flash, but it focused his mind even more. He spoke with purpose and confidence to inspire his men and disguise his own uncertainty.

"Order those ships to get out, and try to get in contact on Canary. If you can't I want a ship to try and see what kind of condition Canary's in."

"What should I tell the fighters, sir?"

"Patch me through," He waited for a moment when he was patched in to the Fighter's comms, "This is Commodore Oliva. My ships' sensors are down, we'll need you to guide us to the target."

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Lieutenant
Objective II: The Only Thing They Fear
Location: Cormond, Capital City
Actions: Trying to stay alive

Spoiler: Equipment:

REC/STA-02 Advanced Shocktrooper Armour; Series Two
REC-DC/03 "Viperwasp" - Pattern Modular Particle Blaster Rifle
REC-VKN/01 "Tekko" - Pattern Vibroknuckler
REC-EFP/01 "Lawgiver" - Pattern Maser Pistol

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Her aim continued true, even as debri was flung all around her and the monstrosities continued to assault the poor soldiers down below from her position. Cyn ducked below and threw herself to dodge another fall of debri, large concrete slabs crushing the very spot where she stood as Cyn continued to roll out of the way of more incoming attacks of the other flying creatures. Perhaps most thankfully increasing blaster fire turned to focus on the monsters terrorizing the Alliance Soldiers. Cyn sighed in relief, realizing she hadn’t casted her lot to a group of soldiers in vain. Hefting up her own rifle, she tracked one creature stumbling and attempting to find cover, drawing a bead she fired and continued to fire until the twitching monster appeared more burnt than
flesh.

Or whatever you call flesh. . . How such things dissipated unnerved her to no end, and how such monsters exist in their galaxy. She jumped further down the shattered ruins of the building she was taking shelter within, her eyes scanning the wider open area, soldiers continued to push back the monsters before finally the last of the horrid screeches were silenced. Cyn kept her one eye on her HUD as her suit scanned the surrounding area. She recognized several Alliance tags and signatures, but no other enemies appeared on her scanners. For the moment.

Cyn carefully made her way to the rest of the Alliance forces, most of whom seemed to have fared quite well against the demonic looking monsters. With her eyes looking for any transports, her HUD synced with the frequency and much to her horror she listened to their plans on transport. Before she could voice form of protest or provide much saner forms of transport, the soldiers already began to dig through one of the broken shafts that lead into the tram rails.

Something pinged in her HUD, her focus breaking from even opening her mouth, Cyn stopped short and refocused her attention on the ping. The ground quaked and Cyn quickly doubled her speed towards the tram, her body flinging herself onto one of the rungs of the tram. Her hands tightened as she pulled herself forward and up.

A large, horrendous worm like creature bursted through the ground below and tore a piece of the train where Cyn had only moments climbed, with an opening made Cyn swung herself inside and quickly pushed herself towards the front with her weapons secured on her back. She knew that her weapon would be infective, in fact she doubted anything except a thermal detonator would even make this worm demon flinch.

"Where's an orbital bombardment when you need on" Cyn muttered darkly as she checked her HUD once again.

| Din Marren | Trevin Neros | J Jin Lesoon | Camo Orerig |

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Objective 1 - Unto the Breach // Brentaal IV //
Saber Squadron // X-Wing //
STARFIGHTERS: Maynard Treicolt // Olen Halcorr // Westenra Mina
FLEET: Cassius Callaesar // Constantine Oliva // Zahara Myneto ​

"I hear ya Saber Five, we're on our way. Twin Suns, you see that black shape in the distance, we're going to hit in the middle as hard as we can, as many runs as possible, form up with Saber Squadron and watch yourselves with those winged things."

The target was marked and clear. X-Wings from both squadrons paired up and encircled the identified mass, and the shadowy muster flinched and pulsed with the salvos directed at it.

>I know.<

Maynard could feel it too. Whatever was happening down below was permeating through the pair's psyche, like an unspoken countdown in the recesses of their minds. Everything through this horrible portal was linked. The ships, the soldiers, the Jedi, the darkness. In the cockpit, she didn't have much time to sort through all the connections, but there was an innate nag that suggested something much larger was at play here. Something much more intrinsic throughout the entire world that had consumed so much of The Alliance's efforts to thwart.

<"Copy, Suns. Drop the hammer.">

<"Payload to shadow. Form up on me. Target marked, distance at two point five klicks. Egressing two two one magnetic. Fire at will.">

Matching the same vertical angleMaynard'd chosen, Loske reduced her acceleration at less than half a klick. All ships deployed by The Alliance over Brentaal were equipped with retrofitted weapons from the netherworld itself. Armed and loaded at Saber-1's command, her HUD flashed yellow, orange, then red. At two hundred meters, she fired. A gout of flame from her starboard wing, a luminescence quickly swallowed by the void that was their target. Somewhere within it, out of sight, the payload erupted.

A fraction of a second later, she fired again and her port-side disruptor torpedoes launched. Pattern matching in pairs, both Twin Suns and Saber were busily deploying everything they were armed with. The creature within hardly flinching in retaliation. Refractions splintered across her viewport; superheated discharges contrasting the dark entity that burgeoned and flexed without shape.

<We're too small.> Loske murmured through clenched teeth, her shoulders heavy in the acceleration seat. <Where's the fleet?>

It might have been a coincidence, or it might have been her forgetting to manage her channels, but an officer's voice filled the cockpit. Steeled. A faux bravado they were all touting in the face of an unknown adversary.

"This is Commodore Oliva. My ships' sensors are down, we'll need you to guide us to the target."

Everything that should have been going right was going wrong. The shadowy nucleus was slowly morphing into a shape more recognizable as some sort of deity or otherworldly silhouette that suggested consciousness.

<Copy commodore –– we can't spare much firepower here. We're cracking the shell for the main target within. Just in time for your arrival..>

Saber Squadron deserved to keep focused on the target. Achieve some level of retribution for those lost a year ago in the same skies.

She swapped her comms back to focus on her squadron. <Saber-5 breaking formation, going to aid the fleet.> Loske depressed the pedals and swung the starfighter around in a wide arc, breaking the tornado-like formation they'd fallen into encircling. Like vultures around a corpse that just wouldn't die.

As soon as Loske made her decision to part, the circumference around the protected core retaliated to the constant drop from the Alliance's pilots. A shockwave that stretched blackness out into the ruby stained world.

Without hestiation, Frank rerouted all power to aft shields, and the pilot leaned into the stick. Loske drew in a deep breath and leaned back into her seat while the starfighter rocketed forward, riding the wave.
The seconds melted while her ship shuddered lifelessly in the push, strips of metal becoming nothing more than debris in the wake; barely maintained by the protective bubble that encircled it. If this went on much longer, she wouldn't have a ship to get out. She nosed downward, cutting below the reading of the sweeping pressure and back in the direction they'd lurched from earlier.

On the brightside, the push knocked voidlings from the path as well as any of the Alliance's vessels. It wasn't particular about its targets.

A handful of seconds later, when the wave had subsided, Saber-5's X-Wing confirmed target lock with The Hawk. They'd likely get a report that someone very small had painted them with a target –– and all signs would point back to the starfighter hovering out their viewport.

<You're in my sights, Commodore. Really don't want to use a harpoon so get your lock on me and let's go.>

Without further adieu, she throttled forward again. Her pace much reduced from the previous time she'd traced this trajectory so she didn't lose the heavy hitters behind her.

<In the meantime, patching you through the coordinates of the target. There's an epicentre we can't reach with our torpedoes; your firepower can probably penetrate. Please tell me your targeting systems work and you don't need a guide for your weapons too.>

 

[Jin Lesoon]

Objective: The Only Thing They Fear
Location: Brentaal IV, Cormund City
Tag: Trevin Neros Camo Orerig Cynthia Alucard and Din Marren

Shock and surprise by the Parasite master Jin lights his lightsaber and attempts to hold back the parasite yells at the troops and Camo Orerig ," what are you standing there for come help the troops or the shoot the parasite eyes or head!" Jin swings a lightsaber at its eye and was hit back to the train and while his troops help him recover and shoot the monster. one of them decides to fire a missle and throw a bomb in which it hurt the monster and killed four guys.

master jin recovers and attempt to the cut off the magnet between the parasites and him and yells," Private throw that bomb in the parasites mouth or a grenade launcher or something into that parasites mouth!" as a private set off a timer bomb for 10 seconds and throws it into the parasites mouth and master jin cuts the magnet and immediately force pull Cynthia Alucard to the trailer that he is standing.

Once master jin cuts the magnets connecting the other trailer, the parasite explodes and causes collapsement and master jin yells," Din Marren hurry up!"

 

[Bernard of Arca]

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Objetive II
A Terrible Fate
Actors: Auteme Leon Gallo Oceiros Sunstrider Ryv A Aeris

He held his broken arm's hand trapped between the other and his torso to keep it from hanging limp. The pressure exacerbated the pain, but overall it was just a single drop in an ocean.

While he recovered the Jedi around him had fallen into chaos. Ryv, overtaken by verdant energy, was battling an unfamiliar face. The Padawan Leon went at Abadon with all he had, and the Shi'ido put some plot into motion. The air was wrought with tension enough as sparks flew with each encounter of the warriors assembled that the gathering mass of a preternatural black hole above the mountain range quickly fell into the background. Though, if Bernard's intuition had taught him anything, the massive weapon of absolute destruction was usually conjured by the most powerful dark spirit around. The Harbinger remained their primary target then. Its carapace seemed impenetrable, however, and his power beyond measure.

Doubt began to poison the resolve Bernard held as a particularly strong surge of pain made him double over and fall to his knees. His hand trembled as he lifted the blaster to line up a shot, his other arm falling limp by his side.

It was awkward. The sights danced over the Harbinger's form, unsteadied by pain and inexperience, incapable of finding a clear shot. The titanic warrior continued his rampage while Bernard did his best to steady the blaster. His entire body ached. He had yet to do anything but hinder the efforts of his allies, and worst of all now he'd made himself useless to them through his own recklessness costing him not just his sabre but the use of his arm.

He opened his mouth to curse but found the wind knocked from his lungs when a pair of hands slammed into his chest and back, trapping his upper torso between them. A brief glance revealed it to be Auteme's, who had rushed over to prevent the sacrosanctity of the Force from being violated by a string of most heinous insults. He almost laughed at the thought.

Of course, the true reason for her arrival was the sight of Bernard's many wounds, but he couldn't help but think her timing to be divinely ordained. Within seconds her power began to run its course, mending battered and broken limbs and organs.

Bernard sighed a long breath as the light's energy coursed through every fibre of his being, cleansing and purifying as it went. When it was over he rolled his shoulders, feeling good as new. The wonders of the Force never ceased to amaze. He nodded his gratitude to the other Padawan and quickly tossed the blaster from one hand to the other, stealing a moment from the battle to take in Auteme's warning.

He could feel the uneasiness the battlefield invoked in her. A mix of all different forms of trepidation played just beneath her steely demeanour. There was a fleeting sense of kinship there. The tension an encounter with death itself conjured took time to get adjusted to. This was something Bernard was quite familiar with. Her gaze from his wounds to the Harbinger and Bernard's followed suit. The titan's defences seemed insurmountable. He was faster, stronger, and more powerful than all of the Jedi gathered here combined, and he had easily stolen the greatest of their burgeoning order without so much as a snap of his fingers. There was no chance in Corellia's Nine Hells that Bernard could so much as even scratch that black carapace with his blaster, let alone his bared hands. Not even his lightsabre would win them the day.

His head lowered as he resigned himself. Violence wouldn't do the trick today. He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, which pulled up into a smirk.

Violence would not, but words could.

He brought himself to his feet, the crystal in Auteme's hand flaring to life and exploding with the brightness of a star. The shine silhouetted Bernard before her, hiding his presence amongst the light, the perfect moment to strike, but he ignored Auteme's plan. He assumed a battle-ready stance but remained rooted in his position just in front of Auteme. Can't leave your best weapon against this darkness undefended, after all, not with Ryv on the loose, and the Harbinger's inevitable retaliation.

When the light bled out of the world again it became apparent that the Harbinger's defence had faltered enough for Leon's blade to pierce the titan's carapace and spill green smoke from the wound. Bernard's gambit had paid off. All he had to do was keep every threat away from Auteme and she would do the rest. He knew she could. The second stream of light which punctuated her challenge to both of the possessed warriors proved as much.

 

[Leon Gallo]

Something was wrong. Leon felt himself slipping from that rock he had held onto so desperately. The river of spirits had become a flood, threatening to drag him away again. The Jedi felt his grip slipping. Something had to be done.

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Leon stood slowly. He did not know where his lightsaber had gone, but that wasn't his concern right now. Bernard was charging their foe. He had to do something to help. With all the force he could muster, Leon channeled the spirits again, directing that great river towards Abaddon. Leon attempted to hold him with the force, applying pressure across the monster's body. He still had control, for now. How long that would be, he didn't know. The rock was crumbling. He didn't see the result of his action, as his vision went black.

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He felt like he was floating. Like he was adrift on an ocean, with no real sense of direction. At the same time, he felt surrounded by whatever he was floating on. It was cold here. Cold, but quiet. Slowly his vision began to return to him, and he saw the rock they'd been fighting on. Only, it was from thirty feet away from where he'd been. He was indeed floating, as he watched a Galactic Alliance shuttle come close to the rock and several figures leap off. They had lightsabers, rushing towards Abaddon.

Leon looked closer. He saw himself in this charge, and Ryv, Bernard and the others. Hadn't this already happened? Why was he watching the battle he was fighting again, only from far away and unable to interfere? The battle was fought just as Leon remembered it from minutes before, only now he saw Ryv turn and fight another Jedi behind him. He saw what the others were doing, not just his fight with Abaddon. His past self was struck to the ground by Abaddon's fist. Leon tried to move, to go towards the battle, to help. No movement came. He watched as he stood, channeling the force and the spirits again towards Abaddon. Before anything else happened, his vision grew dark again.

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He wasn't floating anymore. He felt himself, on hard stone. It was still cold, though Leon felt it shouldn't be. Sound returned to him before sight. Sounds of screams, explosions and blaster fire. He heard the thump of a body land next to him. Leon's vision returned soon after, and he found himself laying on lightly colored stone. A man, dressed in a military uniform lay dead next to him. Half of him did, at least, for the rest of him was laying a few feet away. Leon himself was in an alcove, hidden from sight.

It was bright here, even with the smoke in the air. Blaster fire was all around him, focused on a single point. A figure, clad in Crimson armor moved quickly. In his hand, a red curved lightsaber erupted into a similarly colored blade. A helmet obscured Leon's view of his head. The Sith moved fast, faster than Leon thought a person could. In moments, each of the men lay dead by the Sith's hand. Leon stayed hidden, knowing he could be next. Even with that fear, something else was bothering him. He felt drawn towards the Sith, like he was familiar. The man's Lightsaber was too similar to Leon's own from what he could see.

The man's saber deactivated as he appeared relaxed. the saber was clasped at his belt, obscured by the Sith's scarlet cape. two gloved hands reached up, and removed the helmet. The figure faced away from Leon now, but he had short hair, similar in color to Leon's. The young Jedi moved a bit closer, accidentally causing some rubble to collapse. The sound was instantly followed by a flurry of movement. In a blink, The man's lightsaber was in his hand and active, while the helmet dropped to the floor. Leon wasn't sure what had made the Sith stop until he followed the Saber pointed at his throat up to the Sith's face.

Two golden eyes stared down at him, burning into his very being worth hate. There was something else, close to shock. Aside from the eyes, a scar across the left cheek, and a slightly crooked nose, the face was his own. The two stared at each other, for several moments, though it felt like eternity to the young Jedi. Was this what he was to become? A Sith? How did he get here? Why was he here? Where even was this? The questions did not stop in Leon's mind, even as his vision began to blur and darken again. He was again lost.

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Leon's body stood, still obeying the last commands from his consciousness, Its arms were outstretched, but no energy came from them. The spirits had left with Leon's consciousness.





A Aeris Auteme Bernard of Arca Loske Treicolt Ryv