Dominion Race Against Time | EE Dominion of Keskin

[Aximand Sicarus]

TAG: Ingrid L'lerim Onrai Kahlil Noble Asmus Omaand Lilanna Kelamvor Eleena Salwa (sorry if i missed anyone)

Spoiler: Eternal Fleet Status

(1) Callides-class Heavy Carrier - Flagship

• ENS Retribution | Shields 90%, Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%

(1) [URL='https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/adjudicator-ii-class-star-destroyer.140013/']Adjudicator II-class Star Destroyer

• ENS Njaalgard | Shields 82%, Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%

(2) Demeton-class Heavy Cruisers

• ENS Revenant | Shields 85%, Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%
• ENS Rupture | Shields 85%, Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%

(2) Ashkelon-class Escort Frigates

• ENS Crucible | Shields 95%, Armor 100%, Power 85%, Subsystems 90%
• ENS Magnate | Shields 95%, Armor 100%, Power 85%, Subsystems 90%

Spoiler: Belshai Empire Fleet

• (1) Turbulent-class Star Destroyer -
• (3) Katana-class Heavy Cruisers
• (4) Starhammer Attack Corvettes
• (2) Phalanx Corvettes
• (2) Hellstorm Strike Corvette

The Belshai Imperial fleet orbited the world of Keskin unopposed - a fact that would not remain by the grace of the Empress. Given the growing severity of Haradan Belshei's rebellion, high command called Aximand in with elements of the 4th Reclaimation fleet - specifically, a detachment from its 20th Heavy Assault Line known as 'The Battle Axe' - derived from the name of its famed commander, Commodore Aximand Sicarus. The task force assembled accompanied the Empress's flagship itself, the Crimson Empress. Under normal circumstances, this would be a taxing battle to secure the space around the planet, but Aximand felt a more pronounced sense of duty to ensure the safety of the Empress's ship. That said, he also had every intention of decimating all opposition that stood in his way. The fleet of 7 ships exited lightspeed over the planet, immediately engaging the Belshai fleet of 10 ships with extreme prejudice. The Empress's flagship moved in concert with the wide 'A' shaped formation the rest of the task force was arrayed in., positioning itself in the back/middle of the formation.

Aximand's vessel positioned itself at the apex of the formation, with the Njaalgard & Crucible forming the left side, and the two cruisers forming the right flank (which faced the enemy) with the Magnate picketing amongst them. The Eternal Fleet was heavier than the rebel fleet, and had a significant advantage in firepower and a slight edge in starfighter coverage. However, the opposing fleet had the upper hand in numbers, and had a very competent commander at their head that Aximand had little experience engaging against. Per the Commodore's orders, the Eternal Fleet presence maintained their distance from the enemy fleet; utilizing their longer range guns to lay down a thick barrage of fire so as to weaken the enemy fleet. The rebels responded in kind, but this far their smaller ships had proven ineffective at going blow for blow with his forces. The ships to be worried about were the Star Destroyer and cruisers, which were capable enough to keep the Eternal Fleet at a distance at this juncture. Aximand peered out of the viewport on the bridge as he stared out amongst the two forces exchanging volleys after the other, his attention focused between the viewscreen and the tactical readouts on the display next to him.

"Sir, the enemy star destroyer's shields are at 77%. It appears they are redirecting their power grid to bolster their shields in an attempt to stabilize them." An officer report, his voice neutral as he addressed his superior officer. His uniform bore the markings of a Commander - rendering him Commodore Sicarus' executive officer.

"Good, Commander." Aximand replied, not allowing his attention to divert elsewhere. He paused a moment before replying: "Maneuver the formation twenty-degrees to port. Direct the Revenant and the Rupture to prepare their broadsides. Reduce our speed to 40% to allow for them to utilize their inertial stabilizers correctly. All weapons at range are to focus their fire upon the Star Destroyer." Aximand's tone was cool & calm, as if he were relaying simple instructions to a duty officer before retiring to his private quarters. The Commander let out a brief acknowledgement to his orders and relayed them to the comms station. Within moments, the fleet moved in practiced concert to comply with the Commodore's orders. The massive broadside batteries of the cruisers burst to life as they angled to the enemy flagship, and belched out withering volleys of fire barreling across the distance between the two fleets. The Troika mass accelerators of all the larger ships rotated in place, and fired en-mass, their massive projectiles leaving a burst of energy behind in their wake. The increase in volume of fire focused on their flagship elicited a response from the rebel fleet, which quickly caused the Commander to report.

"Sir, their formation is adjusting to... an envelope. They are advancing." A specific tone was present in the executive officer's tone. It wasn't fear - it was amusement. Commander Praxxis had served alongside Aximand long enough to know when he had forced their enemy's hand. As if on cue, the Commodore turned and regarded his XO, a faint, baleful smile on his lips.

"Mobilize the fighter crews. Bring me those Corvettes on a platter, Varys."

 

[Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi]

“Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.”

Lightsaber / Winter Ring of the Snow Moon

Location: Keskin - Plains Region - Unknown Coordinates
Tags:

Calico was a talker, even after I repeatedly reminding him to remain quiet as we trekked through enemy territory. Whomever was responsible for batting us from the sky, was still out there, and most probably searching for any survivors of the wreckage. Besides his persistent gabbing, he would occasionally sneeze from his allergy infliction or swat wildly at insects cursing as he did; adding even more potential unwanted attention. The enemy wouldn't need technology to find us, just listen to good 'ol Calico. I had to be honest, I wasn't entirely sure we where heading in the right direction, but Calico insisted he thoroughly read the holomaps and by citing a few landmarks as we passed them, he assured me we were right on course.

We reached a small, trickling river stopping to splash some water on our faces and taking a few cupped hands of water into our bodies. The jungle was starting to grow steamy and humid, threatening to strangle us with the thickening of the noon-time air. I could see the redness on Calico's face and the hearing of the wheezing in his breaths that the robust man was struggling physically walking through the jungle. "We can rest a bit longer, Doctor, but not much longer," I said to him as I poured a cupped hand of water down my back, feeling the slightly cold water do magical wonders against the sweat beads dancing up and down my back. He shook his head no, gulping down more water. I mentally applauded his fortitude to carry forward, as we both knew the enemy was probably closer than we imagined.

I snapped my head to the left, whilst waving my right hand to Calico to get down into the undergrowth, when I felt vibrations in the Force. A few minutes later, emerging from the foliage into the nearby, but not quite, clearing roared three swoop bikes into my line of sight. As I saw them, they noticed me too. Working in unison, they swung their bikes around and began opening fire with deadly intentions. Resorting to the Force, after I knew Calico was safe in his foliage shield, I lept up into the air, landing on a sizable tree branch away from those chain-style guns.

I needed to act and act fast. If it was just me, I would act accordingly to a whole other option than the one I was planning; but I had to worry about Calico's safety too. Using the Force again, with palms out, I unleased a powerful wave of Force energy that caused one rider to swerve uncontrollably which resulted in a head-on crash into a thick and gnarled tree. The bike erupted, the rider disappeared into debris, smoke, and fire. Igniting my lightsaber, I jumped down in perfect timing to slice through another swoop bike's chassis; directly between rider and handle bars. The rider fell forward due to heightened momentum, smashing his body into the jungle floor. Wasting no precious time, I cut him down too.

The third and final swoop rider managed to avoid any assault by me, winding around a few trees into I was in the rider's sights. I held my sizzling blade upward, waiting for those multiple blaster shots to come my way. But instead, it was two missiles launched. Calculating the distance between the rider and myself, and the rider's speed, and trying to recall the various types of missiles that could be used in such a situation currently present, and hoping for a bit of luck I got all this correct in a short span of time; I used the Force to halt and suspend the missiles long enough for the rider fly right into them. BOOM! Threats neutralized.

"You Jedi are amazing," Calcio said lifting his frame from the ground. Without looking over my shoulder at him, I replied, "I'm not a Jedi. Not anymore."






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[Lilanna Kelamvor]

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O B J E C T I V E III: BYOO​

Tags: Kahlil Noble Ingrid L'lerim Onrai​

Equipment: Lilanna's Lightsaber, Lilanna's Armor, BG-400 Blaster Pistol, Lady of Steel's Leg Implant.​

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With conflict seemingly coming to a head, Lilanna found herself unable to act, unable to move. She merely looked on, mind unable to process what she could do. Her past training had taught her to tap into that fear and fuel it for her own uses, but she had fought so hard and desperately to break free of that. With these new overwhelming sensations, she hadn't a clue on how to grapple with these sensations, nor how to confront them. Jedi had their own way to overcome such foolish things, and Lilanna at current lacked her own methods here and now.​

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That sensation of being powerless came to her mind, and with it, the many years of torment she had experienced at the hands of the Sith. At the hands of her master. The scars from that time ran deep, to an extent that Lilanna wasn't certain if they could ever properly be healed. Merely covered up it seemed. She stood there numb at the powers she felt at work, and uncertainty seized her.​

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Then at once, she felt the sensation being pulled away, the Warden dropping to her knees, as warmth and confidence came from a place she hadn't expected; her Empress. In spite of her own failings, Ingrid was looking to save her, the woman's power flooding over her, the barrier pressing around and seeping into her; she felt revitalized, a strength she had never thought herself capable of holding onto. Yet, it was with her.​

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Ingrid's words reached her, and Lilanna felt the power of her Empress within her, growing outwards like roots, and pain began to follow in it's stead. She grimaced, feelings that power within her shift, turning, feeling as if a stone was trapped within her being, and Ingrid was attempting to dislodge it.​

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The pain was, uncomfortable to say the least, though the Warden wasn't full aware that this was just the start of her ordeal.​

 

[Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi]

“Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.”

Lightsaber / Winter Ring of the Snow Moon

Location: Keskin - Plains Region - Unknown Coordinates
Tags:

In the aftermath of the attack, we began searching the wreckage; noticing at once these swoop bikes bore affiliation to the Eternal Empire. Why would they attack us? Upon further inspection of the only body not badly damaged from fiery explosions, Calico was able determine these were not Empire soldiers, but enemies who managed to commandeer Eternal Empire equipment. This unsettled me. Was the situation that bad that our enemies were pillaging our equipment at will, or were some of the pre-landing parties sent to begin construction of forward bases already been overrun? We need to get to that base quickly if the situation was terribly not in our favor.

Before departing, we scavenged some basic essentials from the lone wreckage, a few rations of food and some thick, leather pouches containing water. For Calico, the scavenge was a huge success, for he found himself some insect repellent which he quickly applied to his exposed parts. Watching him apply the repellent was almost comical, a couple of times I bit my lower lip from laughing. We started out crossing the stream, moving into a denser patch of the jungle.

After a few hours, we finally came to the base, our original destination, to discover the base was under attack. Our allies, outnumbered sorely, were dug in and fighting the enemy with a ferocious attitude. The enemy, fighting as if they were dipping a toe into water to test the temperature before wholly committing, were not entirely organized for any real threatening assault. My problem was I needed to get through the enemy ranks to that base, with Calico who was a non-combatant, without getting us captured or killed. I looked around the area seeing no possibly way around, minus a direct line through the enemy's lines. But that would be folly to attempt. I needed a plan, and a good plan at that.






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[Aximand Sicarus]

TAG: Ingrid L'lerim Kahlil Noble Onrai Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi

Spoiler: Eternal Fleet Status

(1) Callides-class Heavy Carrier - Flagship

• ENS Retribution | Shields 90%, Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%

(1) Adjudicator II-class Star Destroyer

• ENS Njaalgard | Shields 80%, Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%

(2) Demeton-class Heavy Cruisers

• ENS Revenant | Shields 85%, Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%
• ENS Rupture | Shields 85%, Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%

(2) Ashkelon-class Escort Frigates

• ENS Crucible | Shields 95%, Armor 100%, Power 85%, Subsystems 90%
• ENS Magnate | Shields 95%, Armor 100%, Power 85%, Subsystems 90%

Spoiler: Belshai Empire Fleet

(1) Turbulent-class Star Destroyer

• Shields 11% | Armor 100%, Power 75%, Subsystems 95%

(3) Katana-class Heavy Cruisers

• Glaive: Shields 75% | Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%
• Rapier: Shields 80% | Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%
• Shoto: Shields 82% | Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%

(4) Starhammer Attack Corvettes

• Torrent: Shields 50% | Armor 100%, Power 80%, Subsystems 95%
• Jerjerrod: Shields 62% | Armor 100%, Power 82%, Subsystems 95%
• Rakarr: Shields 58% | Armor 100%, Power 75%, Subsystems 95%
• Striga: Shields 55% | Armor 100%, Power 78%, Subsystems 95%

(2) Phalanx Corvettes

• Cataphract: Shields 65% | Armor 100%, Power 90%, Subsystems 95%
• Falchion: Shields 65% | Armor 100%, Power 90%, Subsystems 95%

(2) Hellstorm Strike Corvette

• Zenith: Shields 62% | Armor 100%, Power 80%, Subsystems 95%
• Decima: Shields 65% | Armor 100%, Power 82%, Subsystems 95%

The first wave of fighters surged from the Retribution, approximately 120 Lancer Fighters streaked from its Hangar bay, mixing with squadrons from the other ships within the fleet. The swarm of fighters clashed with the Belshai squadrons launched in response, which served as a microcosm of the battle that raged on between the fleet as they bared on each other. The Eternal Empire ships battered against the Belshai, with the Demeton cruisers taking the brunt of the fire from the opposing fleet, with a few volleys clashing against the Retribution’s & Njaalgard’s shields. Troika mass drivers thrummed a constant, steady barrage in concert with the Desolator barbette batteries. Before long, the Belshei flagship would lose its shields and start taking devastating amounts of damage upon its armor - but that moment had not yet come.

The opposing fleets were still at ‘long’ range from each other, with the Belshei corvettes baring down on the Imperial position. As they crept closer, as if on cue Commander Praxxis turned to the internal comms station and gave a curt nod. The comms officer nodded in turn and pressed a button that sounded the launch confirmation signal down to the hangar. At once, the second wave of starfighters was ready to launch - approximately 48 bomber-craft escorted by another 36 Lancer Fighters would launch from the Retribution, with a third type of craft launching as well. 2-squadrons of Haxor interceptors surged forth - 16 fighters in total. The second wave would arc wide to the side of the engagement, making a bee-line for the advancing corvettes. The majority of the Belshei fighter presence was occupied by the heated series of dogfights taking place between the two fleets, with scant few squadrons aware that the second wave was swinging around the mash-pit entirely. What few pilots who realized their error and broke away would be soon met with the elite squadrons of the Haxor interceptors, who broke away alongside their lancer counterparts to dissuade anyone with delusions of grandeur, then to return to the formation as the bombers closed the distance.

As the bombers made their attack run, the lancers and interceptors broke away to engage targets as what surviving Belshei squadrons that remained desperately attempted to target the bombers as they strafed the helpless corvettes. All in all, the maneuver would result in a massacre for the Belshei starfighter pilots, whose numbers were falling exponentially as the plan was executed with near flawless precision. It would only be a matter of time before the corvettes too would be in the same situation as their flagship, which left the Katana-class cruisers as the main threat that needed to be dealt with. In due time was all that Aximand thought as he regarded the tactical display. With the same cautious, calculating air as a chef instinctively knowing when to flip a slab of meat nearly cooked to perfection, the Commodore turned to his executive officer again and gave voice to his new orders: ”Order the Ashkelon frigates to break away from the main fleet and engage the corvettes in concert with the second wave. I want the third wave of bombers and what remaining fighters we have on standby to support them if needed. All other capital ships are to advance upon the star destroyer and cruisers and focus all firepower on each target per our discretion.” He nodded to Commander Praxxis knowingly, as if he trusted the officer’s judgement to prioritize targets himself. He knew Varys Praxxis well; there were few other officers the Commodore would trust to handle this task without his direct oversight. Perhaps it was a flaw in Aximand’s character, but could one really call it a flaw if it resulted in victory as often as it did?

In due course, the cruisers, Njaalgard, and Retribution all thrummed to life with their engines as they pushed forward to the Turbulent-class Star Destroyer that was now coming about hard to port in an effort to re-position itself near the corvettes in the hopes of covering them with its meagre umbrella of point defense batteries. The Imperial capital ships surged straight to their starboard flank, intent on cutting them off and sealing the corvette’s fate. Aximand leaned back in his chair and cracked a faint smile. The midgame was afoot, with the endgame falling in his lap as if he were playing himself on a dejarik board.

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[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Aboard on the ENS Crimson Empress
Objective III.: Try to save Lil and Kahlil
Equipment: The Soulsabers | Hersir Imperial Uniform | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || ENS Crimson Empress
Writing With: Kahlil Noble | Lilanna Kelamvor | Onrai

[ Just inside my head ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Ingrid was too immersed in dealing with Lil's soul and the corruption, so she didn't perceive anything from the outside world. She could only trust Kahlil to be able to protect them. At least until she’s done with that task. The red-haired woman tried to be fast, but it wasn’t a task that would have made it feasible. I mean, yes, but then it would hurt her soul, which she didn't want. At the same time, she wanted to not cause any harm or injury on her soul. If you had to write it all down, what the process was like, it was placed into one of Lilanna's memories.

It could have been pleasant or unpleasant, Ingrid standing next to her. The memory and what the girl imagined herself was networked into by Onrai’s corruption like a cobweb and trapped everything. And the task was to save Lil and everything the girl was, unharmed. That's why it was hard, in particular, the woman was sure that Onrai would fight for control.

<"It will probably hurt and Onrai will fight. Don't fight me, just against her."> she asked.

She was still waiting for her answer, how she would react to. Afterwards, however, she really grabbed Onrai's "soulshard" with her mind and began to peel off her soul from Lil's; it was as if she had grabbed the thread of the cobweb and tried to take it off somewhere so that it would not tear as it melts deeply into something. It was difficult, required high concentration, but it can be solved. If the outside world doesn't distract her…

 

[Onrai]

Lilanna Kelamvor Kahlil Noble Ingrid L'lerim

“As much as it would be nice for you to have a sliver of my essence to play with, I’d rather not.” Onrai’s hand raised she sought to retrieve the shard of her being that had ensconced itself within Lilanna’s heart. The sensation would likely be comparable to a hair getting plucked as it unrooted itself from her, the amorphous energy phasing through her skeletal structure and the flesh and muscle above it to manifest as but a marble that darted to Onrai’s hand like a ball bearing in Mikhail Shorn’s grasp.

“There. Her fate is no longer bound by me, and is her own to do with as she wishes. Either to grow grandiose, or to fade away and be forgotten. The choice is hers and as a deity I must respect her rejection.” She looked at Kahlil, still in his aggressive posturing even as Ingrid too seemed ready to harm her.

“Now can we withdraw the tension? I would hate for a titanic clash of energies to lead to unnecessary deaths of your followers through the power unleashed.” Her comment struck with an air of sincerity - atypical of her past snide, seductive, or sycophantic phrasing.

 

[Aximand Sicarus]

TAG: Anyone

Spoiler: Eternal Fleet Status

(1) Callides-class Heavy Carrier - Flagship

• ENS Retribution | Shields 80%, Armor 100%, Power 93%, Subsystems 95%

(1) Adjudicator II-class Star Destroyer

• ENS Njaalgard | Shields 77%, Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%

(2) Demeton-class Heavy Cruisers

• ENS Revenant | Shields 83.25%, Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%
• ENS Rupture | Shields 82.85%, Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%

(2) Ashkelon-class Escort Frigates

• ENS Crucible | Shields 88%, Armor 100%, Power 85%, Subsystems 90%
• ENS Magnate | Shields 89%, Armor 100%, Power 85%, Subsystems 90%

Spoiler: Belshai Empire Fleet

(1) Turbulent-class Star Destroyer

• Shields 0% | Armor 60%, Power 50%, Subsystems 72%

(3) Katana-class Heavy Cruisers

• Glaive: Shields 68% | Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%
• Rapier: Shields 74% | Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%
• Shoto: Shields 76% | Armor 100%, Power 95%, Subsystems 95%

(4) Starhammer Attack Corvettes

• Torrent: Shields 0% | Armor 0%, Power 0%, Subsystems 0% (Destroyed)
• Jerjerrod: Shields 0% | Armor 33%, Power 41%, Subsystems 55%
• Rakarr: Shields 0% | Armor 47%, Power 55%, Subsystems 65%
• Striga: Shields 20% | Armor 90%, Power 69%, Subsystems 88%

(2) Phalanx Corvettes

• Cataphract: Shields 45% | Armor 100%, Power 79.2%, Subsystems 95%
• Falchion: Shields 45% | Armor 100%, Power 83.5%, Subsystems 95%

(2) Hellstorm Strike Corvette

• Zenith: Shields 38% | Armor 100%, Power 80%, Subsystems 95%
• Decima: Shields 55% | Armor 100%, Power 82%, Subsystems 95%

The Torrent, one of the Belshai Starhammer-class attack corvettes ruptured under the raking fire from the Ashkelon-class frigates bearing down upon the corvettes, supported by the second wave of fighters and bombers who ravaged their lines and harried the corvettes that would otherwise overwhelm the frigates. The remainder of the Starhammers were not far behind their ill-fated companion, the merciless fusillades of turbolaser fire pounding against the crafts’ outer hulls - inflicting deep wounds upon the remaining 3 vessels. The Phalanx & Hellstorm corvettes attempted to intercept the frigates, but were strafed by several bomber squadrons as they neared the frigate’s position, pounding away at their shield systems with nary a worry given their lack of point defense systems.

The Belshai flagship was hardly doing any better, tanking the majority of the Eternal Fleet’s heavy firepower. Its shields were soon overwhelmed, with the heavy ordnance of the Troika Mass Drivers & Desolator Barbette batteries hammering away at armor plating. In a frantic response, the Turbulent Class SD attempted to mass its fire alongside the Katana-cass cruisers against the Retribution, but with not nearly the same effect given the formation the fleet had taken. While the heavy carrier took some damage, the cruisers and star destroyer screened its movements sufficiently to distribute the damage, and thus mitigate the damage upon any one ship. The Katana-class Heavy Cruisers were a problem to be dealt with however, as they began forming up themselves to try and focus their efforts against the Imperial ships, obviously anticipating the flagship’s demise. ”Launch the third wave of fighters to finish the dogfighting in the center, and send the bombers on a single run against the corvettes while en route to assault the Heavy Cruisers from their aft-position. Commander Aierka, I trust you to layout a proper flight plan.” Aximand glanced at his tactical officer, who nodded in the affirmative.

Both fleets were now fully engaged, with the heavy ships of the Eternal Fleet bisecting the Belshai formation, isolating the cruisers from the Flagship, and screening the Asheklons who were picking apart the corvettes. The tide was turning ever more in their favor, but a seasoned officer like Aximand knew to never underestimate one’s opponent, even when the odds appeared stacked in your favor. The most dangerous beast was a cornered one, after all. The third & final wave of starfighters surged from within the fleet’s hangar bays, with the fighters doing as commanded and heading into the fray taking place between the two fleets. The bombers flew to starboard of the Eternal Fleet, starting an attack run against the corvettes per the flight plan put together by the Retribution’s tactical officer.

 

[Ebony Ambrosia]

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Sounds of battle echoed through the wilds as one band of mortals fought another. Ebony had no stake in who the victor was, of course. In fact, the galaxy would be better if they were all dead. Don't misunderstand them, though -- they didn't mean all of them here, they meant all of them everywhere. Better dead. Food for the Nether. The spirits were hungry and restless, and it seemed their task to keep them well fed.

Of course, Ebony worked along side some mortals. Those of curious natures or abilities mostly. Some with connections to others of power or means. Powerful as they were, brute force could often be the longer, slower way of acquiring what they wanted. Though there were days Ebony looked up at the stars and wondered if they stretched forth this hand if they might just be able to snuff it out with a thought? They had tried, of course. Sadly, it had yet to come to pass.

Why were they there? Why was anyone anywhere? Why were the Eternals here? Why the Imperials? Ebony traveled among many planets, and death might as well have been an aphrodisiac. Though one they preferred to mix their selves.

On their trek toward the commotion, however, Ebony came upon a tank. Rather, it came upon them. It was roughly seventy square meters in size with a large gun barrel roughly twenty meters off the ground. Some would recount it even weighed 1.35 metrics ton, and that it wasn't actually a tank, but a mobile fortress. The distinction meant nothing to Ebony, of course. It was a giant metal contraption mortals used because they were squishy.

This fortress was headed in their direction -- toward the conflict. It made a terrible ruckus as it moved at a dreadful pace. Its treads tore into the ground and left destruction in its wake; all things Ebony might otherwise appreciate except for the way the Eternal airships buzzed around nearby and that this fortress no doubt thought to simply run them over. Why bother asking someone 'lost' in the wilderness to move when you could just squash them? Ebony understood completely, and even agreed. Only, they did not wish to be squashed and thus the dilemma.

Though it was not a dilemma to them, rather an annoyance.

Ebony stopped and turned to face the behemoth that caused the world to tremble beneath its girth. Black eyes stared at the looming mechanical beast as it approached. They stood tall, but relaxed with an empty expression on their face. The sound of the fortress' treads grew louder. And louder. Deafeningly loud full of squeaks, creaks, groans, and the grind of oversized motors.

With the swipe of their left hand, the fortress' right tread broke clean in two and was soon ground beneath the behemoth. Its weight tore and sunk into the ground, while the left tread caused it to begin listing to the right off course. It came to a sudden halt before it deviated more than fifteen degrees; its operators knew something had gone wrong even if the cause was completely incomprehensible.

Overhead the massive cannon pivoted to correct for the deviation. It was aimed in the direction of the besieged base. Ebony could only assume they were within some effective range of their gun and decided to forego trying to fix their inability to move. Their primary objective -- assail the Eternal base -- came first.

The sound that cannon would make would annoy them, they decided. Ebony lifted their hands and gathered their power about the barrel overhead. Slowly as their eyes narrowed, the power coalesced about it and began to squeeze about the length that housed the four particle cannons. A terrible, horrific shriek of metal under extreme pressure pierced the air. Ebony didn't stop until the barrel was pinched shut.

It was apparently at this point those inside finally noticed the lone woman in the road, and the smaller arms and munition were directed toward Ebony.

Tag: Open | Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi | Eleena Salwa​

 

[Greer Caimbeulaich]

Objective 1: Horde Mode

Piloting: AM-S03 Phoenix
Equipment: Lightsaber Claymore, explosives, Icarus gravpack

Greer had been flying with her half squadron of Phoenixes on the edge of Imperial space, listening to chatter as they dropped out of hyperspace near Keskin, she was bored, flying out here looking for any hints on the longer outcome of then Panathan debacle. But boredom was sometimes the way of a padawan, learning patience was key. But maybe there was a cure for her boredom right here. The Eternal Empire were moving on a hostile world and they themselves were encountering resistance. She wasn't entirely clear whether the empire were really friends right now, but her sword in the right place could be used. And it would clear her boredom.

She turned her squadron to the planet, the diminutive fighters would likely be detected with the halo of power from their SLAMs but they were away from the main fighting and 4 fighters would likely just be passed over. As they entered the atmosphere, Greer looked for targets of opportunity, her copilot appraised her of the situation, there were two enormous artillery vehicles advancing on the Eternal Empire, one had ground ground a halt and was shelling the base at long range, But the other a little way further, was still advancing.

"You ready to take over? Drop to sub sonic speeds and roll us 90° starboard," she said to the co-pilot as she began unclipping herself and attached the emergency grav pack.

"Your jumping aren't you?"

"aye," she replied with a big grin as she opened her hatch. She held her breath, counted to 5 and lept out, moments later she felt the wash of heat as the fighter reengaged their SLAM engines to leave the anti-air fire.

Greer plummeted to the ground from thousands of metres up, it gave her a few moments of peace to centre herself as she fell and plan here attack, she would land on the fortress vehicle, hopefully undetected, breach the hull, and disable it. If should could capture the vehicle that would be a bonus.

The wind whipped around her fierce red hair as she continued to fall, watching the trails of her squadron now miles in the distance.

Seconds before impact dashed her padawan frame into the metal frame of the fortress tank, she activated the grav pack, slowing her descent. She had been told that using a grav pack was just lazy, but it sure was easier than hoping the force would catch her.

Activating her lightsaber, she looked around her, the smoke in the air obscured her but she felt she had been undetected, at the very least, no fire was on her. Messaging her squadron "This is Greer, I am down, see what you can do to help the Empire while I am busy"

She cut her way through an outer armoured wall and disappeared inside the vehicle.

 

[Jayce Pryde]

Location Aboard the Blackstar
Objective Horde Mode
Gear Jayces lightsaber, x4 DD6 blaster pistols(2 holstered on chest, 2 holstered on thighs), several thermal detonators.
Troops 25 Legionaire Droids(link in pro)

The Black Star rocked violently as it popped into the atmosphere, Nearly sending Jayce into a tumble had he not slammed into 9ne of the war droids standing in the cargo hanger with him.... "FOR FETHSAKE TRAP ACT LIKE YOUVE FLOWN BEFORE OR ILL DISMANTLE YOU!!" Came his highly annoyed tone aimed at the scrap heap of a droid he had currently piloting his ship.

As they closed in on the location of the Empires troops the cargo hatch began to slide open. The wind roared around them as the sky revealed itself outside the ship. in mere moments Jayce and the droids would be hurling themselves into that sky and plummeting towards the battlefield below. "Yo Trap when we jump you make sure you get my ship the hell out of here but stay close enough for strafing runs and quick exfil if needed..Crystal?

"Yeah yeah Meatbag i read you... drop and run blah blah blah... would you just jump already so you can die and i keep your ship" Came the reply from Death Trap as he flipped the switch sending an indication to Jayce and the droids that it was jump time.

Jayce just shook his head at the response thinking of all the ways he would love to smash that blasted droid to peices as the wardroids marched forward and leapt from the ship. "I swear to the force i hate you sometimes you metallic mouthpeice" Was Jayces reply as he bolted forward and hurled himself out of his ship....

 

[Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi]

“Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.”

Lightsaber / Winter Ring of the Snow Moon

Location: Keskin - Plains Region - Unknown Coordinates
Tags: N/A

Calico wouldn't shut up, grabbing at my tunic and pointing off to our left annoyingly. Numerous times I tried to silence the man, and yet he grew more impatient and determined to snag my attention. Cracking, I swung my focus at him, tossing my arms in the air of a gesture of enlighten me with you grace. Placing his own hands upon my arms, a precious attempt to soothe me, he spun me to a potential solution to our problem. Calico and myself have become symbiotic. What he shown me, was through eyes of not an educated man but a man who breathed survival.

My eyes followed his bony finger, which turned out to be a direct line behind enemy lines. I turned adresss how Calico figured this out, and he silenced me agian with two gestures. The first of his gestures, he pointed at my lightsaber. His next gesture, he made a silent "swooshing sound" as he drew his right index finger under his throat. I knew what he was suggesting.

"You're asking me to kill without cause! That's not the Jedi way," I said, feeling a bit off from Calico's suggestion. Then he countered that I was no loner bound to the Jedi, and with that; I ignited my blade and cut through the back end of the defenses; slicing a path to the encampment.




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[Ebony Ambrosia]

Missiles and lasers aplenty rained down on the spot where Ebony had been standing when the main cannon 'went offline.' Apparently the crew inside the massive construct were upset at their intervention. Perhaps they should have built their creation out of stronger material. Not that it would have helped, really, but it might have taken longer and perhaps they could have fired at least a shot off. No matter, Ebony thought, their sad means of wailing their utter failure weighed not the slightest upon them.

Ebony leaned back against the side of the fortress with their arms crossed as the explosions filled the air. Their black eyes beheld an Angel as it fell from the heavens as they stood there. A majestic creature that carved its way into the other fortress nearby. Oh, yes, there'd been two. Well the Empire hadn't hired them to destroy these things; this one had just been in Ebony's way. That they sent another -- presumably -- to deal with the issue was not all that intriguing, however. It was something about the falling Angel. Perhaps that it was an Angel at all?

With an expulsion of air, the figure stood up and began to walk in the direction of the other fortress. The one behind them was no longer amusing. It was like pulling the wings off a fly and watching it skitter around helplessly -- curious, at first, but it quickly exhausted all potential. They could crush the fly, of course, and end its misery, but why? Sometimes it was more fun to leave it alive. And sometimes Ebony just forgot the fly existed at all.

The manifestation of Dark Side energy stopped outside of the second fortress as it continued to crawl along. The creature within was likely wrecking havoc, but their pilot wasn't going to stop without a lightsaber through the head -- it was that or their commander put a bolt through it instead. So, with a gathering of energy, Ebony hopped atop the platform above the tracks as they churned along.

They turned their head to admire the scene around them. A unique view. Strangely... picturesque. A Spirit of Death upon a Mobile Fortress of War as it rolled to crush its enemies in such a serene environment. It could do with a little more fire and smoke.

Art time was over. Ebony turned their dark gaze toward the metal armor that separated them from those within. A rap against the hull signaled those squishy things should let them in. Unsurprisingly, no one responded. They never did. Why were so few capable of manipulating matter, density, space, or the nether? You didn't need a door -- you made one. Which was precisely what Ebony did by causing an oval of metal her height to appear; a devouring effect that swiftly bore its way through the metal layers of the fortress' skin.

Now all Ebony had to do was see if there was anything interesting inside. Like one of those little things' distractions. What were they called? Ah, children! Yes, children's toys that contained a surprise. Ebony liked surprises.

Tag: Open | Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi | Eleena Salwa | Greer Caimbeulaich​

 

[Greer Caimbeulaich]

Objective 1: Horde Mode

Piloting: AM-S03 Phoenix
Equipment: Lightsaber Claymore, explosives, Icarus gravpack
Tags: Ebony Ambrosia

Greer's boredom was well and truly cured as she swung her large sword in arcs that severed multiple limbs, she grabbed the collar of a technician that tried to get the jump on her and headbutted him, breaking his nose and sending him into a heap on the ground. The blood of the warrior flowed through her and she sang ancient clan chants as she carved through the vehicle. She was a strong woman and fought like a monster. She was only a padawan, but these technicians and minor soldiers were easy foes.

She wondered how the Ashlans would perceive her actions, dropping on to an unknown foe and delivering violent deaths, but right now she fought only for Greer Caimbeulaich and the gratitude of the Eternal Empire.

Greer saw a door open and a detonator rolled towards her, kicking it away, it exploded against an outer wall, knocking her to her knees, but she stood back up. She was momentarily a little woozy from the nearby blast but she focused and recentred herself before continuing her charge.

She had no idea where she was going on board this vehicle, but the heavy power cables on the ceiling and the increasing density of defenders made her think she was heading the right way. In moments, after cutting down two more armoured guards, she spotted a door that led to a power plant. She looked through, cracked a pair of Detonators and tossed them in before retreating down the corridor. There was a loud bang and a lurch as the vehicles power dropped and caused one of the tracks to stop. She could feel the vehicle turning as the other track continued to try to push the vehicle forward. There must be more power units, she thought.

From outside, plumes of smoke were coming out of several ports and the vehicle was clearly suffering internal distress, a loud bang rung from inside the armour and cracked the outer plates as one of the power units exploded.

 

[Priscilla]

Location: Bridge, ENS Retribution - Keskin System
Weapons: KC-208 ‘Phalanx’ Cruise Missile Tubes (10)
Personal Equipment: Hersir MK. I Military Attire │ KC-77N Hybrid Pistol
Tags: Aximand Sicarus

Cadet Priscilla had always been extremely patient. It was part of why her superiors at the academy had recommended her for missile artillery operations, as given the proliferation of point-defense systems on modern warships, missiles were no longer the en masse, swarm weapons they had once been during the height of the Galactic Civil War and other ancient conflicts. Now, they were tactical, strategic weapons to be used only at crucial moments, whether that be in support of another asset or as a primary engine of destruction. When launched at the wrong time, all that would be accomplished was the disposal of valuable ammunition. However, when utilized at the right time, a single, well-placed capital-grade warhead could quite feasibly disable or destroy a large warship. Ultimately, it all required delicate timing, as each warhead was just as, if not more expensive than the strand-cast’s life, which to say the least, had a definite price tag.

At her station on the bridge of the ENS Retribution, the Cadet monitored the EENet with unflinching focus, continually refreshing her awareness as both friendly and enemy units danced across the stellar battlespace. Priscilla had been given some leverage over when and where to fire the ordnance under her command, but ultimately, she needed to defer to her commanding officers for target designation. So far, the objective was to finish off the enemy star destroyer, in order to remove a significant amount of hostile firepower from the field. However, while its shields were down, Priscilla had no reason to believe that the Turbulent-class’ point-defenses were operating at reduced efficiency. Nevertheless, her standing orders were to engage the designated target, so she had to make the most of it.

Like all Imperial-style star destroyers, the Turbulent-class was likely very vulnerable at the rear, where its engine housings were located. As such, point-defenses would be minimal or even entirely nonexistent in that area. Quickly laying in a course for her missiles, the Cadet intended to arc them around and into the rear of the enemy star destroyer, ideally staying out of point-defense lock-on range the entire time. Fortunately, the enemy fighters likely would not be a factor, as they were bogged down in dogfights in the middle of the two fleets. For the moment, the edges were wide open, which Priscilla intended to take advantage of.

“Arming cruise missiles for launch, sir! And…” The Cadet paused as she finished laying in the remaining coordinates.

“Firing now! Five missiles away!”

The press of a button initiated the launch sequence, as outside the ship, five cruise missiles were cast forth from their tubes, before maneuvering on a course towards the far edge of the wedge formation. From there, their engines would cut off for a few moments. Then, once they reached the designated point, the warheads shifted direction and flew down along the fringes of the battle, until they were effectively behind the enemy fleet. Finally, what would hopefully be the last major course correction was executed to close the warheads in on the Turbulent-class’s rear engine blocks...

 

[Jayce Pryde]

Location Atmosphere above Keskin
Objective Horde Mode
Gear Jayces lightsaber, x4 DD6 blaster pistols(2 holstered on chest, 2 holstered on thighs), several thermal detonators.
Troops 25 Legionaire Droids(link in pro)

2000M​

His adrenaline began coursing through him as he plummeted headlong towards the planets surface at breakneck speeds. The wardroids mere meters below him.

1500M​

His mind clear as he focused on the task ahead of him. he could now just barely make out the combatants below. The wardroids and himself would land just behind a group of hostiles. It would be glorious fun watching them perish.

1000M​

The wardroids ahead of him were activating their built in gravlift thrusters to slow their descent as Jayce readied himself for the sudden halting of motion that would follow his activating the jetpack strapped to his back.

500M​

His stomach churned and he nearly vomited as he activated his jetpack and flipped himself in the air to point his feet toward the ground.

Touchdown​

His feet hit the surface with just enough force to pull him into a couch, As he stood he drew his lightsaber into his hand and hit the activation toggle sending a popping hiss resounding around him. Two of the hostile soldiers bolted towards the Sith only to be immediately cut down by his saber. The wardroids under his command blasted and decimated the hostiles as they all made their way toward the bunker housing the Empire soldiers.....

 

[Ebony Ambrosia]

Ebony grabbed hold of the hole she'd made in the fortress when an explosion rocked the mobile assault platform. Their gaze turned back out to the surround to see the vehicle listing similar to the other one; only this one wasn't digging into the ground with bare wheels. The stopped tread would certainly gouge the face of the planet and eventually pose an obstruction though.

Curious. Was this the work of the fallen angel from earlier? Quite violent for an angel. Perhaps they would be interesting... social partners rather than a toy to be dissected.

Intrigued, the pale figure stepped inside the vehicle and began wandering the corridors. Lights flashed to indicate a heightened alert status of some kind, and sirens blared in case any of the crew were asleep or utterly oblivious to the fact their precious weapon was broken. The primary cannon might still fire though. An amusing vision crossed their thoughts then of blowing up one fortress with the gun of another.

Not interested in literally walking through the entire vehicle to find the unnamed creature, Ebony reached out through the shadows to scout (or scan) for their life signature. It stood out quite readily once the darkness touched Greer Caimbeulaich . The ethereal tendril withdrew sharply at the contact as well. Greer would undoubtedly feel Ebony's presence as a result of the probe, but going unnoticed hadn't been their intent.

Without verbal remark, the appearance of a woman turned and began to advance through the ship to close the distance between them. It would be possible to do so instantly, but Ebony found when the other party knew you were coming it was more enjoyable if you did so slowly.

Tag: Greer Caimbeulaich​

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Aboard on the ENS Crimson Empress
Objective III.: Try to save Lil and Kahlil
Equipment: The Soulsabers | Hersir Imperial Uniform | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || ENS Crimson Empress
Writing With: Kahlil Noble | Lilanna Kelamvor | Onrai

[ Just inside my head ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Ingrid had no intention of retaining the power of Onrai, a part of her soul. She was neither vengeful nor petty. The red-haired woman wanted to take her out of the girl. When Onrai finally decided to tear that part out of the girl, Ingrid hugged Onrai's shard with her own power, so the process hurt the woman's soul and didn't cause Lil further injuries. The woman did not consider this such a great price. When she was convinced that Lil was okay, she opened her eyes and also pulled her power back from the girl's direction.

~ You'll be fine now, Miss Kelamvor! Everything will be fine now! ~

She then looked at Onrai and shook her head.

"They are my subordinates, not my followers. I find it awesome that you still can’t understand the difference between the two words, even though in principle you are an intelligent creature. As for the tension, it will go away if you leave. You get two options for this. You do it voluntarily or I banish you, but then you'll disappear not only from the deck of my ship, but also from Realspace." she offered the opportunities.

 

[Greer Caimbeulaich]

Objective 1: Horde Mode

Piloting: AM-S03 Phoenix
Equipment: Lightsaber Claymore, explosives, Icarus gravpack
Tags: Ebony Ambrosia

How can this thing be such a maze? Greer thought to herself, she was sure she had been in this corridor before. She could feel the vehicle still moving and there was the rhythmic pounding of its guns, she cut down another pair of soldiers "Where is the karking command room!" She shouted as she slammed her fist in to one of the soldiers before driving her saber through his belly.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she felt a chill in her core as the darkness reached out and touched. There was something else here, something much worse than a few dozen soldiers. "Who are you?" She said under her breath. The darkness was approaching, she needed to complete her task quickly.

Another soldier ran out, in front of her from an external gantry, seemingly oblivious to the death she was carving through his vehicle. He looked like an officer by his dress. "Tell me? Where is you command room so I can end this without further violence"

He spat at her, "begone imperial invader"

Greer lost it, she picked him up with the force by his throat and held him, a dozen metres off the ground, choking him just enough that he was fighting to breath. "Tell me now!!" She shouted quickly losing her patience with the man in front of him.

"Go to hell! A few more shots is all we need"

She squeezed harder and watched his eyes, "i will ask you again which way... is.. your...COMMANDER!!" She shouted the last word and he shivered, glancing anxiously at the other end of the gantry.

Greer felt that this was all she was getting so she squeezed and the man went limp as the air drained out of him.

She turned to progress down the gantry toward where she assumed the command section was, only to be greeted by a vision of darkness, but the creature standing there did not match the aura that she felt. In front of her was a beautiful woman, but Greer knew from personal experience with the dark side that looks were often deceiving.

"you are the darkness that I feel I assume? If you come on behalf of the Eternal Empire then I must let you live, otherwise state your case" she held up her massive light saber, ready to use it.

 

[Ebony Ambrosia]

Ebony stood still as the fallen angel stormed through the vehicle until they were face to face. This one had a temper, and a commanding aura. Someone driven to kill for a cause, and a desperation born of a lack of time. Yes, time was a mortal's greatest enemy; one they were powerless against. Unlike a creature like their self made from the undying embers of the Nether (ignore the fact they could still be killed).

"We are the Darkness," Ebony acknowledged. No point hiding. They weren't possessing anyone so a child knew to tremble in their presence, but then children trembled in the presence of most strangers so no one knew better. "We come on behalf of ourselves. So much hatred and death is refreshing. We then saw your descent, and witnessed your carnage." Ebony looked beyond the woman from where she'd come from. A bloodless death not worthy of Greer's anger.

"Do you wish to slaughter more of them?" Ebony smiled. "We would like to see this. Come." They waved for Greer to follow. "We will show you the way." The shadows had found where all the squishy ones were in the vehicle, it would be trivial to take Greer to the command deck -- if that's what she truly wished.

Oh, they could smell the stench of Light on Greer, but they could also see the budding seed of darkness. One should nourish such seedlings.

Tag: Greer Caimbeulaich