Invasion Schism's Dawn // NIO invasion of TSE controlled Mygeeto and Muunilinst

[Tessa]

Location: Economic Tower Resata w/ Shatter Squad
Objective: Capture Economic Tower Resata
Allies: Sam Deckard | Davis Garrick | Belisarius
Enemies: Open
Thematic Music: Danger - 19:00
Gear: Body | Armor in Digital Urban Camo | Rifle | Pistol | Knife | 1 Smart Grenade

The amount of blaster fire the lobby endured in those next few minutes was a sight to be seen. It was impossible to see through the smoke and flashes of light. All she could do was fire in the direction that shots appeared to come from and hope that she hit the target or at least suppressed them enough to keep their focus off her comrades. It was the best she could do. Being point now didn't mean much until they cleared the lobby and she needed to make them think everyone was where she was, so she strafed back and forth between bursts of fire. Every time she lit them up it was from a new position, drawing new fire.

Somewhere to her right an explosion went off. It was followed quickly by another and screaming. Lots of screaming. This wasn't her first battlefield tussle, but the screaming was something you never got over. It only got worse when Lenses and the Lieutenant opened fire from the left, countering the enemy attempt at a pincer with one of their own. The battle for the bank lobby didn't last as long as it could have, but it also wasn't the only battle to be fought to claim the tower. There was much more to come, and even as the smoke began to settle she noticed that the Lieutenant had taken a shot to the arm, and Gunt was limping a bit from some injury he'd sustained.

"Private, point. Take the stairs," the Lieutenant called, not missing a beat. "Gunt, stun grenades over the balcony."

"Still no response from RDAG Three," Lenses chimed in.

"They're probably pinned down and can't talk. Just sit on it."

Tessa swapped power packs in her rifle as she walked across the body strewn lobby to the stair. The level above seemed to be office centered from what she could tell below. Gunt chucked a few stun grenades over the balcony wall and she charged up the stairs with the others following. The resistance fire was minimal as most were getting over being disoriented. She leveled the squad that had been waiting for them and then trained her weapon on the office doors. There were a lot of them and it was hard to cover them all, but she did her best while she waited for the others to join her on the mezzanine level.

When they were all buttoned up, she led the processional to clear the offices. Most of them had already been tossed by people trying to keep data out of the wrong hands. They'd expected that, but the real goal was to cut off the enemy's access to the tower itself, so even if they tore it down then the mission was a success.

"Floor's cleared," she said. "Moving to the stairwell."

There were still multiple floors above them to be cleared. It was a big building for a single squad to be taking, but that was what they were tasked with and none of them were going to complain about it. None of them would have complained if they'd been sent alone. Orders were orders and they followed them even if it did mean they were ate-up. It was a stormtroopers' job to follow orders and get the job done, even if it meant they died in the process.

The stairwell was clear when she poked her head in, but she indicated for the others to wait as she walked in and took a look up the stairwell and down. She didn't see anything and it was quiet. Positioning on the stairwell might seem a good idea, but it was a bottleneck even for a defender. There was nowhere to go with your back to a wall. Well-placed explosives would wipe out defenders. The Sith troops were dumb, they did follow the Sith, after all, but they weren't so dumb as to make rookie mistakes. Credit where credit was due. They were fighting some hard-nosed soldiers and it was tough going.

She motioned for the others to join her and started up the stairs to the next level. They cleared a few floors in a similar manner. Most were unoccupied, such as the club levels. It wasn't prime time for them to be in use and they weren't good shelters during an invasion. Everything was going well until they hit the hotel floors. Things got hairy there in a flash.

"Check right!"

An explosion ripped part of a wall away, showering Tessa and the Lieutenant with debris. They were alright, though, and she unloaded her rifle into the room, turning two troopers into human sprinklers. She'd lost track of how many they'd killed, but it seemed like almost every room in the hotel section was occupied by a handful of enemies or at least explosives. There wasn't anywhere safe. The corridor was her charge now. She didn't even breach rooms any longer because if she didn't keep the hallway controlled they'd all end up dropped by a lucky foe from down the way.

They stepped quietly along to the next door on their right and she stopped at it, listening to see if she could pick up anything inside. She couldn't so she reached back behind her and tapped the lieutenant's hand where it rested on her back before she moved forward, kicking the door open as she stopped on the other side of the opening. As soon as she did, blaster fire erupted from within, a full e-web setup hammering through the wall right where her compatriots stood. She spun around and took the scene in as if it were happening in slow motion, a sense of horror flooding through her emotional drive and mixing with anger.

The lieutenant took full shots to the chest, leaving a massive hole in his armor and pulverizing his chest cavity into a spray of pink mist that coated the previously pristine wall behind him. Gunt was next, his head nearly taken clean off as his body flopped lazily to the floor. Lenses had enough time to try and dive out of the way before she saw a shot hit him, and then everything went bright as an explosive that had been tossed through the doorway into the hall ripped off, sending a wave of concussive force and shrapnel flying through the air and lifting her off her feet to send her flying back down the hallway as if she were nothing more than wheat chaff.

It all happened in a manner of seconds, but it felt like hours, and it wasn't about to get any better.

 

[Commander Larkin]

Post: 2
Location: Muunilinst
Tags: Lucien Dooku Trajan Fett

Dust and debris ricocheted off Larkin's armor as a myriad of explosions erupted around him and his troops. One particularly nasty explosion hit the rear end of Crest's formation, sending a couple of troops flying off their speeders. "Blast..." Larkin uttered to himself as the shockwave of the blast threw his steering off balance momentarily. Lucian's voice could be heard over the comms rallying the troops to hold firm. As the group pushed forward, Larkin took out several sith troopers with his sidearm. One trooper was able to land a shot before Larkin could. A blaster bolt whizzed through the air and clipped the commander's shoulder. He cursed himself silently and returned the favor with more precision than his Sith opponent.

Shortly after, Luc's voice again came over the commlink, his last command after placing him in command of Crest was to take out as many Sith forces as possible, and by the stars, that's exactly what he was going to do. "Men, form up on me. We're going to teach these Sith scum a lesson." With that, he charged forward, this time taking his left hand off the handlebar of his speeder, picking up his other sidearm. Now with a blaster in each hand, he began to shoot a frenzy of bolts at the enemy. When the cartridges finally ran out, he signaled to the sergeant that was flanking him to take point. He holstered his blasters and again took hold of the handlebars, slowing down slightly to bring up the rear of Crest's formation.

While he reloaded his blasters, he tapped his comm, "This is Commander Larkin, Mando do you read me? It looks like I'm your problem for now. What're your orders?" The moment he finished speaking, a blaster shot hit the side of his speeder with a loud, metallic CLANK. A bit trail of smoke started flowing from the new hole in his speeder. While Larkin took a moment to steady himself, one of the troopers took out the would-be sniper before he could fire off any more shots. "Don't worry Commander, We've got your back." The two troops nodded at each other before returning their focus to the road ahead.

 

[Avernus]

// YEEZY // ​

// OBJECTIVE // Behind Enemy Lines: Descend into the vaults.
// New Imperial Order // Gat Tambor
// The Sith Empire // Aerarii Tithe Darth Argentum Madelyn Lowe
// CAUTION //
​

The longer the archaic plasmatic blade remained within the large metal door, the softer it became. The sputtering hisses and squelch-like dronings echoed throughout the large empty above ground chamber of the SIBC complex as Big Money twisted , pulled, and pushed the saber. Pulling his mask up to expose his face and get some air, Avernus' eyes were reduced small yellowish slits against his crimson visage as he squinted in the face of the immense heat. The orange glow from the point of the lightsaber's insertion spread slowly over the door like a thermal infection. Sweat seeped from the pores in his forehead, running down the side of his face before falling to drip off the tips of his pendulous face appendages.

Yeezy couldn't help but smirk as he heard Gat's praise from behind him. He turned to look over his shoulder at the Skakoan encased in the TURBO ANNIHILATOR armor. His ivory teeth contrasted brightly against his dark red lips, smile plastered across his face. "I have learned from the best, of course," the Pureblood remarked with mutual admiration. Gat Tambor was one of the few individuals in the galaxy that Avernus' treated with an actual semblance of respect. Despite their age difference in Avernus being decades older, Tambor had been something of a mentor. The Skakoan was an absolute prodigy of both economics and engineering, a true luminary in those fields. Though it may have been uncharacteristic of a Sith, Avernus genuinely considered himself lucky to be able to learn from him.

Attempting to move his blade once again, Avernus found that the he was finally capable of cutting a shape into it. Like a knife through butter, Yeezy cut a wide and tall doorway shape into the now destroyed blast doors. He pulled the amethyst blade from the door and took a two steps back. In one swift motion he retracted the lightsaber blade and returned the hilt to the coupling on his belt. Reaching out with two gloved hands he seized the cut out slab of metal through the force. With great effort, he pryed the slab out of it's newly cut frame, and sat it aside against a flanking wall to the left. The frame of molten metal that outlined the shape of the makeshift passage was nearly dripping with molten metal. It had only been through the power of the dark side that Avernus did not burn himself.

He stepped forward to the edge of the doorway, looking down at the massive plummet that lay just beyond the threshold. The lift that accessed the underground portion of the vaults remained at the bottom, far beyond Yeezy's sight. The agents that had been keeping watch quickly sprung into action, placing magnetic anchors at the edge of the drop and connecting steel repelling lines to them. Avernus pulled the mask back down over his face and took hold of one of the lines. As the ODRDK droids on the agents and Gat Tambor's shoulders pointed downward and began to oscillate faster, it became increasingly clear how close they were.

Darth Avernus could almost smell the electrum hidden away in those vaults.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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Location | Myeeto [Orbit]
Objective | OBJECTIVE 2: Battle of the Bloody Aurora | NIO-TSE Naval Battle Over Mygeeto
Focus | Thaelius | Telis Taharin-Zambrano

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Spoiler: Forces

Wraith Squadron

Spoiler: Forces

• SCV Predator [ 100 | 100]
  • New Imperial Marine Commandos [ 60/60 ]
• NIV Triumph [ 99 | 100]
  • New Imperial Marine Commandos [ 40/40 ]
• NIV Relentless [ 94 | 100 ]
• NIV Cataclysm [ 82 | 100 ]
• NIV Vanquisher [ 79 | 100 ]
• TIE Drones [ 40 Squadrons | 960/960 ]
• TIE Outlander [20 Squadrons | 320/320]
• TIE Slasher [10 Squadrons | 120/120 ]
• TIE Bruiser [13 Squadrons | 104/104]
• TIE Mauler [10 Squadrons | 80/80]

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The Ion Weapons of Wraith Squadron pounded the attacking enemy strike craft as the Fleet continued to rain fire on them with Ion weapons knocking out large amount of Fighters and rendering them useless in space. With the aid of the forces of Grand Vizer Paxxus , it wound't be hard to strike back at the enemy. The Grand Vizer however mad the mistake of sending fighters to engage the enemy Atmospheric Strike Force as Sularen saw no need for intervening against them still believing they were attempting to divert some of the New Imperial Fighter Craft away from the Battle.

"Sir we have Sith-Imperial Satellites firing on the Fleet from the atmosphere and have done significant damage to our Inceptus Assaults Ships and our Endurance." an officer said. Captain Marlon was surprised. He thought that the Sith-Imperial's Orbital Defenses were deactivated in which had allowed the Main Assault Force to reach the Planet's atmosphere before it was ambushed by a Sith-Imperial Patrol Fleet in that region. Now these Stations and Satellites were firing on the Rear Vessels of Wraith Squadron inflicting some damage on the Vanquisher , the Cataclysm and the Relentless. "How long can those ships hold?" Marlon asked. " They will be able to hold long enough for us to launch any counter-attack." the officer replied.

"Good have 6 TIE Bruiser and 4 TIE Mauler Squadrons along with 4 TIE Outlander Squadrons deployed and have them target those Sith-Imperial Satellites and order the Triumph to fire any weapons it can against the enemy Satellites. We should be able to take out approximately a dozen of them in one strike." ordered Marlon. Soon 48 TIE Bruisers and 30 TIE Maulers accompanied by 64 TIE Outlanders zoomed towards the Sith-Imperial Satellites while the Triumph's Heavy and Medium Turbolasers fired on the Sith-Imperial Satellites intending to take a few of them down before the Assault Force even reached them.

Meanwhile the Sith-Imperial Fleet hadn't made any sort of major move against Wraith Squadron or Paxxus's Fleet. Though Marlon did notice a lone Sith-Imperial Vessel heavily damaged and trying to ram one of the New Imperial Vessels out there. "Open fire on that enemy corvette before it hits that Star Destroyer. Once your done with that proceed to target their artillery Cruisers" Marlon ordered pointing at a Corvette that was on a collision course with a larger Star Destroyer. Within Seconds the Main Batteries of the Predator came live and fired on the enemy Corvette at maximum firepower intending to destroy the ship in just a couple of hits.

Meanwhile in the atmosphere the Satellite assault force came into view of the Defense Satellites with the Force scattering and beginning to target all of the satellites aided by the efforts of the Triumph in which was also attempting to hit a few satellites. In this endeavor it was estimated that atleast 40% of the enemy Defense Satellites would be destroyed in the first attack and that it would take only one or two extra attack runs to fully destroy every Satellite and proceed to target the larger Stations , that is if the enemy did not send their own fighters to intercept.

Watching as the Battle progressed , Marlon wondered why the enemy Fleet hadn't utilized it's main vessels yet wondering what the enemy commander had in reserve for the New Imperial Blockade Fleet hoping that they would be able to counter any move they made. With that he watched as the enemy fleet stood there possibly preparing for a new attack. However they would be ready as they always were.

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Spoiler: Summary of Actions

• The NIV Cataclysm , NIV Vanquisher and NIV Relentless have taken hits from the Sith-Imperial Vakvita Defense Satellites
• 6 TIE Bruiser , 4 TIE Mauler and 4 TIE Outlander Squadrons have been deployed and have begun to attack the Sith-Imperial Vakvita Defense Satellites
• The NIV Triumph has begun targeting the Sith-Imperial Vakvita Satellites
• The SCV Predator opens fire on the Suicidal Corvette to prevent it from ramming the New Imperial Star Destroyer

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

// IMPERATOR | ENIGMA ACTUAL // 1st ‘Punished’ Stormtrooper Legion
// OBJECTIVE // Harnaidan

Spoiler: Tag List

// NIO - Allies - Harnaidan //
FN-999
Belisarius
Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt
Kardev Byrric
Sturit Goan
Knight
Ravraa Vyshraal
Sam Deckard
Davis Garrick
Tessa
// TSE - Enemy - Harnaidan //
Cara Dorniarn
Mazrim Caide/Taim
AMCO
Ingrid L'lerim
Lord Venari
Maiven
Emperor Carnifex

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// BUCKETHEAD - 5 // Hadrian Javik
// 426th // 32/50

With a particle beam splashing against the helmet of the trooper manning the TL-60x the man let off a low groan of pain, clutching the front piece of his battered Storm helmet all the while Hadrian Javik ducked back behind the same wall of rubble serving as their makeshift cover. Drawing out frantic, heavy breathes the Stormtrooper's bones threatened to shake out of place as the man shivered in fear, his right hand locked in a death grip around the handle of his carbine as he pressed his back against the wall.

<"You alright?!">

Jolting in fear as another particle beam slammed against the cover the heavy trooper slammed his hand back down over top of the repeater before spraying off a frantic burst of fire in the direction of the building taken up by the Sith ambush only for a two tap burst of bolts to slam against his helmet once more - the soldier plummeted back to the earth beneath. Dead instantly the empty eyes of the fallen warrior peered back to Javik. With the helmet's armor composite all but melted to the flesh beneath.

The smell struck before the sight of it did. Flesh melded with betaplast as one half of the man's face exposed was melted down to the bloodied bone beneath and the other retaining some form of sentience in its expression. Charred skin of black and red marred by the intense burn of the weapon as the lone bloodshot eye wrought with fear and torture stared back at the trooper.

<"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. AAAAH!"> Hadrian screamed out in the throes of primal fear as he wrapped his left hand around the barrel of the carbine, holding it close to his chest as he seemed to bury himself into the section of wall in the ruined building's footprint. Dread, anguish...fear ruled the trooper's subconscious.

<"Stinkfist! Pick up that fuckin' heavy!"> The unit's Commander barked out to Javik, pointing across the open corridor toward the felled trooper - apathetic or the combat far too intense to acknowledge Javik's deeply embedded fear rearing its ugly face in a far too critical moment.

Ducking his head down as another particle bolt smashed against the marble behind him he began a slow but sporradic crawl toward the disfigured and charred corpse. Dropping his carbine in the ashen earth beneath he moved to take up the repeater from the man's rigid death grip. A task and a half he continued to pull and yank at the weapon, all the while forced to star down the burnt face which could only resemble death in its most primal form. Eventually wrenching the weapon free he stamped his back unto the dirt beneath after expending the effort. He was all but content to lay there. Lay there and cry.

<"Javik! Get the fuck up cmon! Move!"> The commander barked out again, clearly restraining himself from crossing the street in an all out sprint to take up the weapon.

Slowly sliding his back up along the wall of beaten stone and metal the trooper propped the repeater up along the top edge. Burying the weapon into his right shoulder he fired off a loud and punishing burst as that sent the weapon digging into the betaplast once more, dunking down as he saw the flash of another bolt before it sank into the rubble around him. As brazen as the New Imperial strike at the demon was - it couldn't reflect into each and every soul. It was a coalition of mortal men and women in the end.

​

// IMPERATOR | ENIGMA ACTUAL //
// ENGAGING // Cara Dorniarn
// THEMATIC // S E N T I N E L

Another crack of particle bolts left the battle rifle as Irveric levied it down range. Making purchase, all three cracked off and slammed into the chest of a Legionnaire. A grisly vision, to be firing unto the very same visage he took up arms with for a decade. The red pauldrons of the Blackblade offered a slight reprieve in the carnage. He was firing down on the Emperor's own, he was pin pricking the heart of the beast. Even still that patience, that goodwill he once offered to his former brothers in arms had been crucified in favor of the sight ahead of him. The enemy.

Advancing down the corridor cutting through the fortified Sith-Imperial position a group of six heavy battle droids took up a vanguard to press the advantage. Unfurling a bruising panoply of war in the face of the black clad Legionnaires- allowing for the 426th an opportunity to scale some ground and move to the next layer of cover and burnt out buildings. The ashen grey Stormtroopers braving through the shattered ornate daggers of ruined Muun urban sprawl. A slow crawl but a defining struggle, but even so each each inch of dirt, metal and stone claimed meant another brother lost among a pool of troopers so few in the face of a war machine so monstrous in its scale of industrial brutality. The glint of reassurance in the reality that they'd made it this far already was enough of a stimulant to continue pressing the fight for all of these troopers, the overwhelming sensory envelopment of the battle be damned.

Peering down his eyes, one organic and another synthetic all awash in the information displayed by the nanogene which clung to his mortal shell he was only delivered back to his deployment on Folende. Death, blasts and screams ringing through his ears while the smell of burning plasma and smoke ruptured his senses. For a moment the Muun urban wastes before him flashed back to the industrial stronghold he'd led the brazen charge upon years prior, the glimpse of his reflection in shattered dust covered glass showing the Major in the trappings of a One Sith trooper, stark red pauldron on prominent display before it faded back into the present reality.

A foreboding signal from the aft of his subconscious. The last time his nightmarish history flooded his vision so intensely it was in the leadup to one of the most devastating events of the Imperial's life. He could only hope the correlation was not causation to this phenomena.

As shattered glass rained over the Imperials on the move - Tavlar continued in coordination of the smaller unit. With all the pieces in their place within the grand scale of the assault, the burden of command rippled through his subordinates to the non-commissioned level. They knew what their job was, what their place in the machine would be.

The Bakuran's surge into the encounter immediately captured Irveric's attention. The armor pattern was uniquely recognizable just as the pragmatic meld of Imperial and Mandalorian that Tavlar encapsulated his form in was. It'd been his rainment of war since the burden of Lord General was placed upon him following the defense of Mandalore. Why he'd elected for such a stylization he'd yet to confess in open air. Perhaps it was an ode to the very venue in which his body was broken and his chains shattered. He was no Mandalorian, he was a man born of nothing, raised in nothing and destined for nothing but in his core he'd waged war with a tenacity and persistence that might've emulated The Preserver.

Shifting his frigid armored visage toward the woman he stared her down for a brief a moment before speaking. Of course, of all the Sith to get the jump on him, to be offered this stack of kings in the opportunity to sever the head from the body. It might've been the only Sith among the Zambrano Junta which he would restrain himself from striking down low in hatred.

<"No."> Irveric uttered flatly in reply, his voice distorted by the helmet.

<"Your gods running from scared children on Kintan did a far better job."> Tavlar retorted, dipping his inflection in the same shades of venom as Dorniarn. The defeat against the Silver Jedi still had nestled a corner of bitterness in his mind. He'd been broken there and in spite of it his men still followed their orders to a tee, successfully and they left in defeat. Were she any other, he wouldn't have entertained this exchange and instead went to for a more decisive coup de grace likely immersing himself in the death throes all the same.

Tossing the rifle aside until it clattered unto the duracrete surface beneath the Imperator surged into combat, hefting his own cybernetically enhanced limbs before he'd use the distance he began with to torque his hips and send a powerful leg kick toward the side of Cara's left thigh -- shifting the momentum back to the otherside of his body after the follow through to jab toward her face with the cybernetic limb in his left arm socket, the sheer weight of the metal limb compiled with the power armored servos and nanogene solidifying a potent strike.

 

[AMCO]

Location: Someone else's penthouse, Harnaidan.
Objective: Chase NIO off my damn lawn.
Equipment: Gildenweave Boxer Briefs | [3/3] Karza'Arana
Writing With: Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt
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Reclined on a comfortable couch as he was, it mattered little that he had yet to find his clothing - after pausing to explain the situation to his visibly confused new friends (perhaps there would be time to get reacquainted afterwards, exchange names, maybe) as they emerged into the room and then left soon afterwards, he focused his attention on his creatures and the thoughts and impressions flowing through them into him.

The thrill of the hunt, the glory of bloodshed, the flaunting of one's own nigh-invincibility in the face of mere blasters. It was exhilarating.

Feeling their confusion as the primary being attempted to draw them away from the secondary beings, he squashed their doubts with a single command; the soldiers were expendable but she was harder to replace. Assuming she was trained, that is. Pursue, pursue until told to desist.

Reaching out from one of his Karza'Arana as if using it as a relay station, he projected his thoughts into her head even as she was flung backwards. "You have one and only one chance to surrender, little soldier, for I abhor wastefulness - I suggest you take it before they tear you apart."

 

[Thaelius]

Location | Myeeto [Orbit]
Objective | OBJECTIVE 2: Battle of the Bloody Aurora | NIO-TSE Naval Battle Over Mygeeto
Focus | Marlon Sularen | Telis Taharin-Zambrano | Malicar | Tyrell Paxxus

Eight Hours Prior

The sound of Thaelius' steel-toe boots hitting against the metal floor echoed in his observation room. He spent weeks gathering intelligence about the enemy. Weeks decoding their cultures and the tactics of their commanders. He was more than ready

It was quite rare to catch the former Chiss Grand Admiral off guard, much less outwit him. "Shall we tango?" he laughed to himself as the Black Sword lurched into hyperspace, accompanied by the Black Sowrd Command's primary assualt fleet.

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"All ships, Attack Formation Echo-3. Launch fighter squadrons and instruct them to form into waves. Each wave is to target the command bridges of each enemy cruiser. Once attacks have been completed Waves 9-1 and 9-7 are to break into squadrons and protect our cruisers flanks. 9-4 and 9-5 are to do the same but focus on our Destoyers. Black Sword Wing, you know your orders." Thaelius was as calm as usual as it promoted his subordinates to be calm which allowed them to carry out their orders more effectively.

"Destoyer Wing Conquer intiate micro-jump 1." The plan was beginning to come into effect. By using the intedictor technology used by the Galactic Empire, Thaelius had devised an effective offensive which was the best defense.

Spoiler: Black Sword Command Assault Fleet

Note: Damage / Strength

Flagship: HMIS Black Sword, 0/100
Secondary Flagship:

Spoiler: Black Sword Command Assault Fleet

HMIS Iron Defender 0/100
Secondary Communication Ship: HMIS Titan 0/100

Destoyers:

HMIS Chronicle {Wing Flagship} 0/100
HMIS Wretched 0/100
HMIS Warrior 0/100
HMIS Glory 0/100
HMIS Conquer {Wing Flagship} 0/100
HMIS Imperator 0/100
HMIS Bloody Vengence {Wing Flagship} 0/100
HMIS Liberty's Lie 0/100
HMIS Stronger Together 0/100
HMIS Star Talon 0/100

Heavy Cruisers / Cruisers :

10x Harrower Class Cruisers
10x Audax Class Cruisers

Frigates:

20x Velox Class Fast Frigates

Fighter Squadrons
40 Tie/LN Squadrons
40 Tie/IT Intidictor Bomber Squardons

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• The Black Sword is preparing to engage the Predator​
• All Destroyer Wings initiating Micro- Hyperspace Jump.
• All Fighters are targeting the bridges of all enemy capital ships
• Indicator Destroyers Standing By

 

[Sam Deckard]

// Buckethead - 7empest //
// Muunilist, Harnaidan //
// Objective // Survive
// New Imperial Storm Armor Mk. IV | REC-RCG/01 'Reaper' - Pattern Particle Beam Chainblaster //
// New Imperial Order // Davis Garrick Belisarius Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Ravraa Vyshraal Sturit Goan Tessa // Stromtrooper Corps
// ESCAPE //

“Smoke out!”

When Sam heard Davis call out he snapped into action almost immediately. He popped up from behind cover, and sprayed wildly in an arc towards the direction of the bulk of the incoming fire. He swung the weapon back and forth, creating long waves of suppressing fire. He began a backwards stride with as much speed as he could muster while maintaining suppressing fire. The pain in his legs shot through to his spine, but allowing that to impede him was not an option.

“Alright, go go go!”

As soon as the smoke popped, Sam turned one-eighty and began to run as fast as his banged-up body would allow. There was only a fleeting moment between his takeoff and the reapplication of hostile fire to his position. Sprinting through the smoke, blots whizzing mere inches past him, he quickly began to catch up with a limping Davis. Tucking his head down, Sam slipped beneath Davi's arm and grasped his arm around his torso.

"Cmon' I gotcha'!" Sam shouted reassuringly, pulling Davis along as fast as possible.

Through the doorway and into the building, Sam took the lead the best he could. Aiding Davis, they hobbled down a corridor and around several corners. Trekking through the labyrinth of Muun architecture they eventually made their way into an alleyway out of a side door. Looking both ways, Sam tried to calculate their next move.

Before he had any time, the sight of a Sith-Imperial walker appeared in the westernmost opening of the alleyway. Sam dived down behind a dumpster, pulling Davis down with him. The walker was followed by another, both of them traversing down the streets just beyond the threshold of the alleyway. Sam peeked just over the dumpster as they passed by, nearly having a heart attack and ducking back down in a startled fashion as the scambled comms kicked on.

<"T%E@M*P#E$T-S3V%EN T#H%1[S %I@S#">

The scrambled voice that came through was almost completely unintelligible. Sam smacked his helmet a few times, trying to correct the issue.

<"-itting coordinates to an EVAC LZ. Top of the building, too hot for landing, you will need to hop in. We will disable the AA I$N& $T@E A!R# %T0O C$13A#R @A $F^L-">

Once again, Sam began to assault his helmet to clear up the comms. The crash had banged up his equipment far worse than he had initially thought.

<"-On the double, soldiers.">

Sam hadn't caught all of Captain Belisarius' orders, but from what little he heard coupled with the coordinates appearing on his HUD, he was confident he'd understood the gist of it. He peeked back over the dumpster to see if the way was clear. Thankfully, no walkers in sight.

"Copy, Captain. We're oscar mike to the LZ. Out."

"We've gotta move," Sam said to Davis, helping him back to his feet. The only way out of the alley that wasn't back towards the wreckage was west. As fast as they could they made their way to the end of the ally, hoping they wouldn't be met with the sight of more walkers. Turning the corner to an empty street, Sam pulled them into the first door he saw, only a few meters from the alleyway.

It would be another trek through the labyrinthian corridors through the next few buildings for several minutes, doing their best not to get caught. However, making it as far as they had was little more than a stroke of luck. Turning a corner into a foyer, several Sith-Imperials spotted them through the long, wall-encompassing windows of the building they were in. Without missing a beat the enemy began to fire, lighting up the interior with crimson spears of death hurled from their remorseless mechanical weapons.

<"R@DA#G T&H7R3#E T#I&$ I$5 S6H&A*T$%R A$CT8U4&A#L-">

The comms lit up again with incomprehensible scrambled voices as they ducked behind a large desk-like piece of furniture in the foyer. The large metal counter was more than enough to keep them safe from any blaster fire, but they had no way out.

<"S@0U$P $A#DWICH. F^$!SASA*3$G85@6DEGS%WR@^%& T#AR#G%3T #L0C#A@TI%O0N.">

Sam lifted the chainblaster above the counter and started to fire blindly towards the hostiles.

<"W$I7L)L( E#X4P!E@D&I*T#E #A7N4D& A*D$V#A@N!C00E to your position asap. How copy?">

The sound of blasters firing, bolts whizzing past and impacting was almost deafening. Several long minutes went by as they struggled to return enough fire to find footing to retreat. Sam popped up out of cover and quickly layed down a stream of chainblaster fire, only to duck back down after a bolt grazed his arm. He clutched his bicep and leaned forward, wincing in pain. He smacked his helmet again with his other hand and spoke over the comms.

"Negative copy, say again! My comms are bungled to all hell, and I'm trying to not get filled with holes!"

 

[Amur]

Post: 4
Location: Mygeeto, Southern Mesas, Bridge 2
Faction Objective: 1
Allies: Darth Kados Obinmiux R'avfa Jyon Hlervu | TSE Forces
Enemies: Darth Bellum Hunter Blackburn | NIO Forces
Gear: Listed in Character Bio along with Two Durasteel climbing axes affixed to belt. Boots have been replaced with spiked boots from Alpine Legionnaire Armor
Immediate Objective: Stave off the berserking Gen’Dai Rive

Hastily aimed blaster fire came hurtling towards Amur’s direction as the Sith narrowly slid under the wing of one of the transport ships using it’s burnt out hull as a quick bunker to hide for now. Soon she could see the exchange of blaster fire growing closer along with a stream of fire from Kados that mesmerized the knight for the seconds she could observe it, staring deep into that void as in the background she heard a female scream crash out across the battlefield, rage anguish and… pain clearer than the stratosphere to her ears. It locked Amur into her own mind for she now remembered the sensation of millions of nerve endings clawing out and crying as they were snuffed out by an all engrossing flame, primal survival taken over but all the while tainted by betrayal and heartbreak. To Amur’s ears the scream of Imperial Warlord Zovesa sounded exactly like the one that came from her mouth all those years ago.

Her body felt on fire again feeling every lasting mark underneath the clean look of her armor cry out again in agony as if being lit aflame again. Emotion finding a way to transmit itself into sensation that felt all too real to her. Hanging her head down in a haze the Darkside pooled around her and she heard Kados speak to her over comm. Amur thought about taking the bridge and what they could do. Encircle, trap, slaughter.

”The bridges are both connected to the same Mesa. If they’re putting everything into this push then all that would be back there is their non-combat units. Plenty of fortifications and trenches similar in setup to our own defenses we can repurpose. Take the land beyond that bridge and we’d rip out their lungs and watch them gasp for air." A savage undertone lacing her voice now.

She was growing tired of hiding out in this burnt corpse of the transport and wanted more now. She was tired of being trapped and tired of being just another unit to be used. She wanted nothing more than to finally bring an end to it all. Then she felt it. An encroaching darkness towards the bridge, the chill enveloping her as she knew what it was a prelude to. Poking her head out she stared deeply towards the white reaching out with the Force and had to take immediate action. Force coursing through her body she sprinted back towards the Sith end of the bridge as a massive tank came hurtling it’s way towards her and taking several legionnaires with it. Though the sheer power behind it's throw would have the great big hulking mass still catch her forcing herself to drop to the ground and try to catch herself against the ground, spiked boots causing a cascade of screeching noise across the floor of the bridge in an effort to slow herself down, taking her axe she quickly slammed into the ground with her right arm holding onto it and using it to swing herself out of the tanks way as it would rush past her with a massive current of air. Her arm held a death grip against the handle as she looked back towards where the tank came from. Seeing the general start to fade into view along with a massive armored figure that came charging fueled by nothing but pure rage.

She could hear the work of the monster Rive as it ripped and teared through the few legionnaires still standing before Amur could even stand up and then she felt it’s presence turn to her. Quickly Amur would have to roll out of the way as a wide horizontal swing of it’s giant vibrosword cleaved into the ground of the bridge in a sweeping cut where the Knight once stood. Her lightsaber was now brought out as she ignited the blade now crackling and pulsating erratically as she faced off against the creature that towered over her. Normally her better judgement would have told her to run, to regroup and coordinate a plan to kill it but now that had faded from her mind as she just wanted this thing to burn by her hand.

She stood and faced the creature and pointed her saber forward before motioning to Rive to come at her...

 

[Ryv]

// SWORD OF THE JEDI // FOCUSED CRUSADER //
// MUUNILIST // HARNAIDAN //
// PIERCE THE DEFENSIVE // BEGIN EPIC DUEL ACROSS THE CITY // BREAK SHIT //
// BLADE OF RUUSAN // DRIP // SPEEDER // ASPIS //
// Lucien Dooku // Dorian Sicarrio
// Lord Venari // Leon Amun // Vallaro Kindall //

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"Y'know, Dorian, I gotta say, man, you don't honestly don't do chain of command very well, do you?" Ryv called through his commlink, pushing after Lucien into the building. "Pushing up to their position is the worst-case scenario. If they're ready for us, we need to take away their advantages and even the playing field. Advantage number one? The goddamn battalion raining hell on us from a position impossible to reach," the Jedi Knight caught up with the Exiled Prince, falling in step behind him as they sprinted through the lower levels of the towering building. "I ran recon on Muunilist with SIA weeks before the invasion. Harnaidan is a sprawling metropolis. While it makes an excellent point of defense for the Sith Empire, we can turn it against them," Ryv returned his lightsaber to his side as he slid around a corner, taking hold of a pipe to aid in the process. "If we can make it to higher ground, we can traverse the buildings and put as much distance between us and these damned S-IMPs as we can, while keeping out of direct range of their fire. Besides," he paused and raised the ASPIS shield on his arm, grunting as he braced himself and slammed down another door, this one separating him from a set of stairs. "We're talking about a Sith and his bloodthirsty mercs. These dudes will follow us to Coruscant if it means they get a crack at their best chance at a promotion."​

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Ascending the steps higher into the tower, Ryv counted each floor they passed. Too high and a potentially deadly fall could end their retreat immediately. The Jedi Knight found calling on the force's aid far more difficult with the void dust coating his body than he'd expected. Still, if they didn't climb enough, the swarm of blaster fire that'd ensue would make falling the least of their worries. His silent contemplation came to a screeching halt as the lights cut out, and darkness snapped into existence, surrounding them in its cold embrace. Ryv tugged the lightsaber back from his belt and activated the weapon. A warm cyan glow illuminated the room, bathing both Jedi in its calming aura. With some visibility once again, the Sword of the Jedi began his push up the stairs. By his tenth count, Ryv shoved his way through a door and motioned for Lucien to follow.​

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"Dorian, we're on the tenth floor moving towards the northern side," Ryv's voice sounded over the commlink as he continued his dash towards freedom. He rounded yet another corner, immediately sliding to a halt as the silhouette of Lord Venari came stood dead center. "Oh, yeah, that's not good," he groaned out, taking hold of his lightsaber in both hands. "Alright, Luc, I've got an idea," he lowered his voice and took a step back, covering his mouth as he spoke to his ally. "I'm gonna make a move to shatter the window, then engage him. Follow up, put him off balance, and we push through. We're still too close to this dude's forces," the Sword of the Jedi took a step forward, once more activating his shield. The lithe metal plating on his forearm shifted, reforming to its active, shielding state. Putting another foot forward, Ryv increased his pace, clearing half the distance between him and the Sith Lord before slamming his foot down to pivot on his heel. His entire body turned, gaining momentum before he released the big metal shield like a discus. The armament whistled as it zipped through the air towards the Sith Lord, the speed and power behind it enhanced by both the Jedi's momentum and use of the force. ​

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Ryv followed up his initial attack, once more taking the lightsaber in both hands. He charged Lord Venari, dropping low as he came within striking distance before slicing upward with the cyan-bladed saber. As it arced towards the Sith Lord, the Jedi Knight shifted his hips to the right, reversing his grip and shifting the direction of his swing as he pulled back. His clever feint instead saw the weapon arching out and to Venari's right side, before quickly racing down in an attempt to bisect the dark sider from shoulder to hip.​

 

[Thraztin]

Post 3

OBJ: Pursue the survivors of the drop ship crash
Allies: TSE
Enemies: TSE | Sam Deckard | Davis Garrick | Belisarius ​

Only a few blocks away, but well out of the reach of the slow walker they had just escaped, Maiven’s squad regrouped. They had set up this makeshift camp hours earlier for a situation just like this. The camp was surrounded by overturned land-speeders for defense.

“Sergeant, I heard your good news. Kudos to your slicer for retrieving the info in such a short time. I wasn’t wrong when I called you the best.”

Maiven wasn’t well-acquainted with this new platoon as she had been with previous soldiers under her command, but she could already pin the sergeant. In the rigid CEDF, Maiven was young even for a junior officer, but this girl was even younger. A girl clearly in her late teens leading a squad of her own, something that Maiven had also done at that age. This girl must have had a skill that the CEDF sought. That was usually the only path to such an advancement. For Maiven it had been weapons.

“Lieutenant, I was scared we were going to lose you. If you wouldn’t mind, I have a plan.”

Maiven rarely ever agreed to someone else's plan but, while it would be practical to demonstrate that to her soldiers, she simply nodded in affirmation. She could spare this one time to hear the girl out, just to prove her worth.

“The nearest other squad is D Squad. I talked to their sergeant on the run over, and he confirmed that a New-Imperial dropship crashed about 3 visvia north of this position. We should sweep the area and hunt down survivors, and since D Squad is already engaged with the other landing forces in the area we should have no problems.”

Maiven was taken aback. The plan uttered from the girls mouth was something much like she herself would think up. It almost made her a little jealous of the younger woman.

"Excellent sergeant.. Uh…"

"Mlordo'lise'rrurnim. Olise in the core."

"Thank you. Even though our defensive line is holding the main enemy force, we cannot suffer any stragglers behind our lines. You saw the strength of a single armoured platoon."
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They left the makeshift camp almost as fast as they arrived. They made their way north to the crash site, Olise was on the comms with D Squad the entire time. It took less than an hour to reach their target at double pace. When they arrived at the twisted hulk of metal that blocked the street, D Squad was already there.

"D Squad, sit-rep."

"Yes Ma’am. Most of the crew died on impact, but there's a few stragglers. No survivors in the immediate vicinity but there were two that escaped out of our sights moving towards those buildings over there. They were putting up a good fight and took out most of the legionnaires we were accompanying."

There was carnage everywhere. It was clear that most of the dead were Sith-Imperial.

"Move your squad out of here and keep the other dropships occupied. If you need to fall back, we’ll make this our new R/V." She turned to Olise and the rest of her squad as D Squad’s sergeant nodded and called his troops to move out. "The corporal and I will pursue the known stragglers through this building. Take the rest of the squad and fan out. Get a vantage point up high so we can see anyone trying to escape the area. The NIO isn’t getting our hints that they’re not welcome here, so we’ll have to try something different."

With the plan laid out, Olise split the squad into fireteams and spread out into the other buildings on their street. Maiven and her corporal crept towards the dilapidated entrance of the building where the survivors were last seen. The windows on the building facade were boarded up with sheet metal, most likely by the owners before the battle began. She hadn't seen too many looters yet, but the precautions were understandable. The metal sliding door had fused half-way open from the heat of an explosion, likely the same one that had caused a metal support beam to come crashing down from the awning. She could blast her way in with a thermal detonator, but it would surely alert her targets to her presence. With the state of the doorway she was uncertain if the stormtroopers could have made it in, but she had to find out regardless.

She gestured to the corporal to follow, and she headed around the back, to see if there was a shipping entrance or something. At the back of the building was a single grey door, completely featureless, swung wide open. They must have had the same idea as her. The room inside was a small office, but it contained nothing interesting to Maiven. The next door was unlocked and led through a series of office lined hallways. Reaching the end of the labyrinthine hallway, she found a door into the lobby of the building, opening up behind what she assumed was a reception desk. The lobby was well intact, most likely thanks to the barricades at the front. The lobby was dimly lit by the light from outside, but the power was clearly off. Whether it was damaged or purposefully shut off by the owners before their evacuation she didn’t know but neither surprised her, since the Muun had a culture of frugality.

Since the elevator was clearly not an option, Maiven made for the stairs. If she was on the right track, her prey must have also used them, but she didn’t know how far ahead they were.

"Stay tight to the wall and keep your light trained on the way up." She whispered to the corporal, switching on her under-barrel light. He quickly followed.

As they ascended the dark staircase only able to see the next landing and flight, her commlink buzzed and blinked. She stopped in her tracks and stuck out her hand to stop the corporal from passing her. She held her forearm close to her face before activating the commlink on it.

"Lieutenant, we’ve reached the top. Very hot. Enemy ships all about, AA not firing back. Slight cover, no resistance yet." Olise blared through the comms. Even set to quiet, the girl yelling over the sound of the battle was loud enough that it might alert their targets.

“Roger, sit tight.” She upped her pace to a jog. She would either catch her targets before they could escape, or make them work for it.

Maiven reached the roof of the building with no signs of the stormtroopers she pursued, but she could see the enemy LZ. The roof was indeed hot. She managed to duck behind an HVAC unit, hopefully out of view of the enemy. She could see the other teams on nearby rooftops but this block was tightly packed with buildings, most of which were littered with stormtroopers. It wasn't a record amount, but this far into the city they were a formidable group. Strong enough to take out the AA battery and certainly strong enough to take out the 8 Chiss soldiers now cowering behind cover. She hoped that her other squads were not in a similar position. She didn't know the NIO cared about its soldiers so much. While she still needed to kill them, she respected their honor.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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Location | Myeeto [Orbit]
Objective | OBJECTIVE 2: Battle of the Bloody Aurora | NIO-TSE Naval Battle Over Mygeeto
Focus | Thaelius | Tyrell Paxxus

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Spoiler: Wraith Squadron

• SCV Predator [ 100 | 100]
  • New Imperial Marine Commandos [ 60/60 ]
• NIV Triumph [ 99 | 100]
  • New Imperial Marine Commandos [ 40/40 ]
• NIV Relentless [ 94 | 100 ]
• NIV Cataclysm [ 82 | 100 ]
• NIV Vanquisher [ 79 | 100 ]
• TIE Drones [ 40 Squadrons | 960/960 ]
• TIE Outlander [20 Squadrons | 320/320]
• TIE Slasher [10 Squadrons | 120/120 ]
• TIE Bruiser [13 Squadrons | 104/104]
• TIE Mauler [10 Squadrons | 80/80]

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"Sir were detecting new vessels jumping out of Hyperspace." said an officer. Soon every officer on the bridge of the Predator looked outside through the windows to see new ships jumping out of hyperspace with these new arrivals deploying Starfighters and Bombers that Captain Sularen immediately recognized they were ancient Tie Fighers and Advance Tie Bombers utilized by the Ancient Galactic Empire. The Latter was a true threat to Marlon Sularen's Fleet given at their destructive potential. "How many Squadrons are out there? Give me an exact number of how many fighter they have." Marlon ordered. A Lieutenant quickly scrambled to his post and began scanning the composition of the attacking Force. "Scanning... We have detected 40 Squadrons of Classic Tie Fighters and Advanced Tie Bombers each , 12 Fighters per Squadron sir for a total of 960 Attack Craft."

Marlon smirked , if those statistics were true then that would give Marlon Sularen Starfighter supremacy over the attacking Force. "Seems like they are moving into Attack Formation Echo-3 prioritizing the defense of their command ship while leaving the other vaunerable. Interesting." Marlon said recognizing the tactics of his enemy. "We have more Fighters then they do. Have our Pilots ready for deployment and await my order to deploy our Fighters." Marlon ordered. He watched as the enemy Fighters got closer and closer to his Fleet waiting for the perfect moment to deploy his own. Then they entered in range of Wraith Squadrons Primary Weapons "Deploy every Tie Drone and Outlanders we got NOW!!!" Marlon shouted.

Within seconds the TIE Outlanders were off accompanied by swarms of TIE Drones heading for the enemy Fighters and Bombers who have begun taking punishment from both the Predator and the Triumph's Weapons , soon they moved forth to engage the enemy Fighters head on as they clashed right in front of Sularen's Forces who were close enough to be able to target any Bomber shall one attempt to launch a bombing run. Their attempt to strike Sularen's Fleet would be disrupted by over a thousand Fighters as a massive dogfight began.

"Contact Grand Vizier Paxxus and inform him that i am in need of his corvettes to deal with the enemy Fighters" Marlon ordered to his officers. If he could get a bunch of Corvettes in there he could decimate a significant amount of enemy Fighters allowing him to strike at the enemy Fleet and Strike hard. This was only the beginning for Marlon Sularen as he held many other surprises in reserve for his enemy. He would progressively decimate his enemy by unveiling surprise after surprise until they would be forced to retreat. Marlon then watched as the enemy Flagship began to approach his and smirked. They did not know what was coming for them.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

• All TIE Outlander and TIE Drone Squadrons have been deployed and are engaging enemy Fighters and Bombers
• A Request has been sent to Grand Vizier Paxxus for the transition of his corvettes under Marlon's Temporary Command to deal with the enemy Fighters
• The TIE Bruisers , Maulers and Outlanders in the atmosphere continue their attack on the Defense Satellites

 

[Lucien Dooku]

BATTLECRY
DRIP | SPEEDER | LIGHTSABER | KAL'ORITSIR

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"Orders are for soldiers." Luc added into the conversation with a smirk, right as Ryv passed by him and entered the building. "And right now we're just three guys in a warzone with a solid thousand bodies between us and friendly lines." Luc clipped the lightsaber back onto his belt as he joined Ryv in making haste onto the upper floors of the building. The last thing he'd expected was to end up in the exact situation the trio were now in; he was use to be the hunter, not the hunted, and the fact that the Sith and his underlings had managed to spring such a trap in the first place felt like an even greater slight the more he thought about it to himself.

"This entire situation is a slight and a half, on behalf of these S-Imps" He gritted his teeth, irritated by the fact that their escape up the tower was being hindered by his difficulty to call upon the force, an after-effect of the cloud of dust that now coated his body from top to bottom. "The hell was that dust, anyway?" Luc would call out as the two of them cut another corner, Ryv's shield slamming through the next door and opening the way for them to continue moving forwards. The lights within the building blackened from a lack of power before a reply came back to his question. The darkness was just another layer in the Sith's game for their to overcome, and out of habit he unclipped the charcoal black hilt from his belt in the off chance that the Sith were preparing to make an imminent move on the two. A moment passed without any action from their hunters, and Luc's gaze would shift towards Ryv as he activated the Blade of Ruusan, bathing the two in the weapon's calming aura to offset the mind-games currently at hand.

Continuing onto the next several floors, their mad dash for freedom was brought to a halt as the silhouette of one of their pursuers was presented before them, blocking the center of their path and presenting the first obstacle on their sprint to the top. "Oh, yeah, that's not good," Ryv stated with a groan, to which Luc gave a nod back and stepped to his side. "It could be worse, brother." Luc replied, a finger trailing over the activation switch on his weapon, an aqua-blue blade beaming into existence and hanging casually at his side. His eyes remained glued forwards as Ryv leaned close to him and explained their plan.

"Got it." He stepped off to the side as Ryv launched his shield forwards before proceeding forwards to engage the Sith lord with his lightsaber. Luc paused in his tracks for just long enough for Ryv to engage the Sith in combat, and furthermore draw his attention away from himself. He made his move after the second to last strike in Ryv's combo, dashing low and to the left before springing forwards with a leap forwards that brought him into striking distance of the Sith. With both hands grasping his lightsaber, he brought the aqua-blue blade down and across the Sith's torso, driving the lightsaber in a diagonal cut across the Sith's chest in an attempt to strike at the Sith in unison with Ryv's final attack, creating the visual of an "X" between the Aqua-blue and Cyan blades being wielded by the Jedi.

Spoiler: tags

Ryv Trajan Fett Commander Larkin Dorian Sicarrio Lord Venari Leon Amun Vallaro Kindall

 

[Davis Garrick]

// BUCKETHEAD - 3 //
// MUUNILIST // ASSAULT ON HARNAIDAN // TAKE THE CITY //
// New Imperial Storm Recon Armor Mk. I // KXR SBR-60x Particle Beam Battle Rifle // Tech IL-25X Sniper Rifle //
// FOCUS // Sam Deckard // Belisarius // Tessa // Maiven

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Garrick felt his battle buddy dip low and wrap an arm around him, expediting the process of moving from beyond enemy sights and into the safety of the building. He considered aiming at the Sith-Imperial forces but decided against it. Instead, Davis crashed into the tower beside Deckard. He gently pushed off of his companion and followed after him. The decrease of speed made it easier for the scout-trooper to not only keep pace with his searching companion but also turn on a heel and pop off a series of burst-rounds whenever one of the legionnaires made the mistake of attempting to push in after them. Wraith assumed the S-IMP forces got the message as a third body dropped to the floor, limp and unmoving, and no one attempted to pursue. He maintained sights on the door as he hurried after Deckard.​

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"Are we picking up transmissions?" Wraith asked, immediately moving to mirror his companion by whacking his helmet. A scratchy sound, akin to a nail scraping across metal, assaulted him in turn. "Shit, my comms are out, Tempest. You're our ears on this one. My HUD is up and running otherwise," he took a moment to lean against a wall, trying his best to normalize his ragged breathing. What little adrenaline the scout trooper managed to maintain throughout the engagement appeared to slip away as the excitement died down. Davis pushed off the wall and leaned onto Sam for support once more as he picked up the pace, ensuring he was the furthest from a burden he could be. As they broke through the other end of the building, the limping soldier moved to speak, falling silent instead as he took a knee beside the dumpster. He bit down hard, remaining calm in hopes the walkers failed to notice them. The raw tension bleeding into the alleyway left Wraith rigid, his body shaking just as much as the ground beneath their feet from the passing war machines.​

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"We've gotta move," Deckard's voice cut through the alleyway's silence.​

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Garrick nodded and steadily climbed to his feet, aided by the heavy trooper at his side. Dread gripped the crippled warrior as they pressed to the mouth of the alleyway. If anyone from the armored contingent remained behind, Davis knew he and Sam would have little chance to survive. With no cover and a dozen meters between the duo and the cover of the dumpster, the scout trooper sent a silent prayer to nothing in particular and peeked around the corner. Seeing no one in sight, Wraith released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and struggled through the nearby doorway. He bit onto the fleshy interior of his cheek, striving to maintain silence as pain pulsed through his body. Once spotted, Davis dove behind the desk and pressed his back against their cover.​

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"Lay down suppressing fire," Garrick muttered out before gritting his teeth. He unhooked another grenade from his belt before setting it on the ground beside them. He grunted out in pain as he shifted to face their assailants, preparing to peek out from behind cover. "Three, two, one," he counted down slowly, clearly drawing out each number before popping up. As Wraith leveled the weapon on the enemy position, he shifted his rifle from burst-fire to semi-auto and fanned the hammer. While several shots whistled passed their intended targets, two struck home, shattering the T-Visors of the S-IMP legionnaires. He dropped beside Deckard once again, his good knee taking the brunt of the impact. "Two tangos confirmed KIA, total number unknown."​

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Wraith lifted the hand-held ordnance and paused, looking back to Deckard. ​

"Tempest, how many charges we working with? I've got a flash and one more smoke," Davis popped up once more, quickly dropping a third of the encroaching forces, only to be forced back behind cover. "Twenty tangos minimum, they're growing with every goddamn second," he pulled his helmet off his head, wiping away the trail of blood leaking from the split brow over his eyes that hadn't seemed to stop leaking blood. "Plant a bloody charge, I'll pop a flash, and we can retreat deeper into the complex."​

 

[Lark]

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For a moment after Lark put away the Necronomicon, all was quiet. The storm continued to rage and the death throes and blaster fire erupted within the battlefield were still felt, but they were merely a dull presence compared to the overwhelming relief the young acolyte had when that damnable weapon was retired. The immediate flurry of frost around him temporarily subsided, and he let soft flakes of snow drop into his hand. It was pleasant, like he was strolling through a city during a calming winter day. But such quiet sensations were never eternal. The Necronomicon affected Lark even after he sheathed it, and no benefits were received when only his mind was afflicted.

The effects were subtle, but they gnawed at Lark all the same. And as the spectral voice spoke into his mind, the storm raged once more.

It's a long way to go. This is so far from home...

Another voice, another whisper from his past that he couldn't quite place, but not the same motherly one he had heard from the beginning of the battle. Full of wisdom and fear, somehow even more unfamiliar than the last voice. Appearing to contradict the previous message, were these voices simply the eldritch effects of the haunted tome acting upon him, or was there a meaning behind it all? He knew he had heard those voices before. But he also knew that the Necronomicon might be making him think those voices were familiar when in reality it was his own broken mind spouting some nonsensical trickery.

"A long way to go indeed," Lark said. The snap of a blue lightsaber heralded the arrival of Jekadius Lawson , who at the moment appeared as nothing more than a shrouded silhouette with an azure glow. Alone, part of Lark wished that he could appreciate the soldier's decision to face him alone. Lark drew his own sword, an automatic response. His blade was the same color as the ice around them, but there was no missing its shape.

All sorts of thoughts and feelings raged like a whirlwind within his own mind, but he couldn't let any of it show. The NIO soldier's shape became more transparent as he approached, and Lark offered the man a somber smile. "I know that look," Lark said with a soft, genuine understanding. "I wish there was something I could say to you. Truly, I do. But look at what I've done to your friends." He chuckled, but there wasn't any malice. No hatred. Just an emptiness as the galaxy turned as it always did. "I won't deign either of us with some lofty speech. I'm sure you'd just like to skip the formalities."

It's a long, long road...

 

[Tyrell Paxxus]

New Imperial Invasion Fleet 'Hell Patrol' - Mygeeto

Battlecruisers Destroyers Cruisers Frigates Corvettes Support Craft / Fighters

• EPITAPH II
  Defiance-class Star Destroyer
  
• 2x Praefect-class Star Destroyer
  
• x4 Donnager-class Star Destroyer
  
• x4 Corvus-class Frigates
  x2 EF96 Nebulon-A Escort Frigate
  
• x3 TXS Vandal-class Corvette
  
• 10 Squadrons:
  TIE/HB Bruiser
  12 Squadrons:
  TIE/HF Slasher
  22 Squadrons:
  TIE/INx Interceptor
  14 Squadrons:
  TIE/OTx Outlander
  

// GRAND VIZIER //
// ABOARD THE EPITAPH II //
// RECHARGING THE VOID //
// Telis Taharin-Zambrano Marlon Sularen Lunafreya Solidor Thaelius //

Tyrell watched calmly as the ballet of lasers and fighters performed before him. The occasional rumble as the occasional stray dancer from the cannonade slammed against the deflector shields only adding to the spectacle of it all. Eyes darting from ship to ship, following laser after laser, Tyrell began to calculate.

"Vizier Admiral, we're taking heavy losses in the subatmospheric counter-assault," the Lieutenant informed, disrupting Tyrell's concentration.

Tyrell scanned his eyes quickly across what he could see through the command bridge's viewport. Eyes fixating on a Praefect-class Star Destroyer out of his own fleet formation. It appeared that the ships it had with it were aiding them against the Sith-Imperial fleet. Tyrell couldn't recall who commanded it, or rather who it even belonged to but he had to think quickly.

"Open a channel to that Star Destroyer," Tyrell ordered, pointing a finger towards it.

"That's the 'Engaged', Vizier Admiral. It is commanded by-" The comms officer squinted as he read the name over a second time. "Lunafreya Nabaat Solidor. Opening a channel now."

As the channel opened, Tyrell began to speak.

"Engaged, this is Vizier Admiral Paxxus of Epitaph II. A sizeable detachment Sith Strike-craft has broken our line, causing heavy casualties in a subatmospheric engagement. We require an immediate reallocation of your craft to bolster the subatmospheric defense, lest our entire ground operation be jeopardized by air supp-"

The sight of a corvette from the Sith fleet breaking formation in a suicidal maneuver towards the foreign strike craft was enough to make him lose his train of thought. He gritted his teeth, scowling at the sight. His hatred for the Sith reaffirmed in their willingness to order men to their own suicide. Tyrell clenched his fists together, trying to keep his composure.

The concept of ordering men who loyally serve straight to their death invoked feelings far beyond the realm of disgust. The anger that welled up inside him began to transcend his physical consciousness. The anger seized his connection to that comic 'force' that he'd for so long done his best to ignore. Like a malicious tide, the anger took over with sudden impact. Jolting him from present reality momentarily.

There was only anger.

After what had to have been less than a second, the Vizier Admiral came to. The familiar surroundings of Epitaph II's command bridge were overlapped by totally unfamiliar surroundings. It was disorienting, like being in two places at once. The interior of Epitaph II's command bridge was clear, but so was the unfamiliar bridge of a different ship.

So too, was the image of a man much younger than Tyrell clear. The way in which he stood among the others made his authority over them as clear as his image. Tyrell gazed in confusion, looking around at the parallel surroundings like a senile old man that had forgotten where they were. His gaze fell over the man again. Slowly, he began to understand who he was looking at. The opposing Sith commander. Tyrell's face contorted into disgust, anger slowly creeping over his psyche, seizing section of his ability to reason.

​

<"Eight bogeys port si- AAA$A@A%H0H9H!">

The comms from the gunner-station 08 on 'Hardwire Enigma' cut out suddenly. Violent rumbling and a loud explosion came less than a split second after. Corporal Bastra was deep in a panicked sweat, swiveling his gun back and forth and firing wildly. He'd lost nearly all semblance of calm, of strategy. It was pure instinct now. Sloppy, and uncoordinated, instinct was a terrible shot.

<"We've lost heavy laser cannons eight and nine! Full hull breach!">

The sirens in the Corvus-class frigate began to sound. Engineers and medics scrambling to salvage what and whom they could as fast as possible. The sounds of officers and gunners screaming on the comms in a mixture of strategic urgency, and unbridled panic flooded Bastra's ears. He swiveled the gun starboard and took the shot. The firey death of one of the enemy fighters lit up his hud.

Following through to the bow, he hastily searched for a target. The blurry image of stars passing by the HUD as the gun swiveled flickered in and out as the ship rumbled again. As Bastra chose a target, the sudden sight of another squadron invaded the hud. A bright light dropped from one of the fighters as it arced sideways and flew over the laster cannon that Bastra controlled. The bright light of the bomb dropped directly overhead that shined through his HUD was the last thing Bastra would ever see.

​

Tyrell seethed at the sight of the Sith before him.

"Vizier Admiral!?"

The constant pain in his leg disappeared beneath the overwhelming presence of his anger.

"Vizier Admiral Paxxus!?"

Tyrell tried to charge towards the sith, but no matter how hard he tried to move, all he could do was stare.

"Admiral Paxxus!?"

Like a rabid animal on a chain, snapping just inches away from its prey, Tyrell tried and tried, but he was just out of reach. Unable to break whatever subconscious chain kept him there.

"Paxxus!"

A sudden, violent jolt brought Tyrell back to his senses. As the ship pitched, he nearly fell from his feet. High-pitched alarms in the command bridge began to sound. As the officers present regained the balanced and readjusted at their stations, all at once they began to bombard the Admiral with info.

"We're taking heavy fire from the Longbow Frigates! Severe hull damage near the starboard hangar!"

"Captain Sularen's fleet is requesting cruiser support!"

"Corvus-frigates are taking heavy damage!"

"Admiral, more Sith vessels have entered the system. Strike craft are inbound!"

"We've lost half of all squadrons in the subatmospheric counter-assault!"

It took Tyrell a long moment to regain a full grasp on reality. His surrounding no longer a jumble of parallel states, his mind no longer overcome with near-supernatural anger. The disharmonic wall of sound that emanated from the commotion of the bridge officers was easy to lose yourself in, but Tyrell managed to steel himself.

"Send Takyon Seven to Captain Suralen. Order the Corvus-frigates to pull back and station at the back of the line, and prepare all capable frigates for an anti-fighter strafe on our line. Donnager-cruisers break from the line and assault their longbow frigates in a long pass and return."

The Vizier Admiral pointed the Sith flagship. An echo of his former anger towards the sith fleet commander gave the order: "Full-face that ship. Fire all armaments."

The bridge officers paused, looking at each-other aghast at the order. The Captain spoke up in a worried tone.

"A-Admiral you said, all armaments?"

"Correct, Captain."

"What about the strike craft from the new wave of ships!?" One of the bridge Lieutenants cried out in question.

"Launch a counter-assault. Reposition our remaining corvettes between us and them."

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

Tyrell's mostly-latent force senistivity manifests breifly through a sudden outburst.
Corvus-frigates take heavy damage and retreat back to the line.
One Vandal-class corvette moves to bolster Marlon Sularen 's fleet.
Donnager-class Cruisers break from the line to drive-by Telis Taharin-Zambrano 's fleet, focusing on the longbow frigates.
Epitaph II full faces Telis Taharin-Zambrano 's flagship and makes the ballsy decision to focus all fire towards it.
Strike craft deploy and attempt to defend the capital bridge assault done by Thaelius .
The remaining two corvettes move to position themselves in the path of incoming enemy strike craft.
Capable frigates prepare to join the defense after they've fully retreated.

 

[Malicar]

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Location | Mygeeto [Orbit]
Objective | OBJECTIVE 2: Battle of the Bloody Aurora | NIO-TSE Naval Battle Over Mygeeto
Focus | Marlon Sularen | Telis Taharin-Zambrano | Malicar | Tyrell Paxxus | Thaelius

ABOARD THE DARK REMNANT
MALICAR
Former Underlord Eshro of Black Sun / Owner of the Megacorporation, Interstellar Shipping / Shipping Mogul/ Galaxy’s Sexiest, Most Eligible Bachelor


If there was one thing in the galaxy that was bad for business, it was not honoring contracts—no matter what. Malicar thought it ironic that his megacorporation was running blockades for the Sith Empire and not against them as his company had done for the Mandalorians when the Sith Empire invaded the Mandalorian system. But alas, that contract was then and this contract is now. It was a fateful meeting months ago with Darth Carnifex that sealed the deal with Interstellar Shipping and the Sith Empire, much to the Mandalorians’ chagrin.

But it was business. Just like it was business to transport refugees off of the conquered Mandalorian planets. Malicar went where the contracts were. The support that Malicar’s company provided was for the planet of Mygeeto. With a premium level contract that TSE had with Interstellar Shipping, the shipping tycoon had no issue with sending his ships into a warzone—such was part of the deal.

Sith Empire Fleet Commanders Admiral Thaelius Ordo and Lord Telis Taharin sent his company telemetry and ship locations that they were able to amass when they entered the system. The data dumps were sent out every few minutes as an encrypted burst transmission, as requested. Malicar needed this orbital picture in order for his merchant fleet to have up-to-date data--hyperspace in and around an atmosphere was always tricky business...

Interstellar Shipping’s role was not that of a force of combatants, but instead they were there to do what they did best—deliver cargo…fast. Interstellar Shipping was definitely the fastest shipping fleet in the galaxy. Combined with its Chiss leader’s cunning, it had risen to a place of prosperity and prominence quite quickly the last few years.

Malicar and his merchant fleet commanders ran through the scenarios of the jump they were about to perform—which was quite dangerous. But Malicar was a being that prepared for eventuality after eventuality. In fact, it was part of Malicar’s modus operandi to already plug in hyperspace coordinates from each connected system to adjacent system that belonged to his clients’ frontier systems—such as Mygeeto. Interstellar Shipping escort starfighters, light freighter and corvettes were staged in Morishim as soon as Interstellar Shipping got wind of the invasion. Malicar stood on the bridge of his corvette, the Dark Remnant, waiting for the positioning of the opposition he was looking for. Lord Taharin and Admiral Ordo had maneuvered the New Imperial Order fleet beautifully, leaving a nice empty quadrant leading to the atmosphere of Mygeeto.

The Chiss rubbed his neatly trimmed beard musing over how the galaxy underestimated the importance of logistics: food, water, ammunition, repair parts, soldiers, supplies—these things were the lifeblood of a war just as much as strategy, tactics, ships and tanks. Those who neglected this facet of their overall strategy most likely would lose. The TSE knew the importance of logistics, thus paid Interstellar Shipping accordingly.

Another update of ships positions came across the screen. “Affirmative” came across from the merchant fleet commanders.

Perfect.

Malicar gave the order, “Execute hyperspace jump 5467-MY3 in three, two, one…Mark."

The Dark Remnant, Spurs, Kaadus, Puurgils, and a few Luggabeasts were all already in formation. At once, all of the Interstellar Shipping vessels entered hyperspace. In under a minute, they all reappeared in subspace, most the ships, right inside the atmosphere and another portion of the fleet right in low orbit of Mygeeto.

In an instant, the entire fleet was already on approach to specific Sith strongholds and "hotspot" locations to reinforce with troops, ammunition, food, water, ground vehicles, and other supplies requested by the Sith Empire forces on Mygeeto proper. The Luggabeasts entered subspace, opened their cargo bay doors, shooting down large supply pods to the surface. As soon as their payload was deployed, they were already turning to enter hyperspace--the massive cargo ships' job was done.

But the work of the other ships was just beginning. The Spur fighters quickly came into formation, a few assigned to each cargo ship, escorting their charges rapidly to their destinations. The high speed cargo ships made haste to their coordinates.

Malicar opened the channels given to him for Lord Taharin and Admiral Ordo, “This is Malicar Raith of Interstellar Shipping. Thank you for your excellent maneuvering gentlemen. I shall be out of your hair shortly…”
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Interstellar Shipping Merchant Fleet
Small Craft
250 x Spur Starfighters
100 x Kaadu Cargo Light Freighters

Corvettes
15 x Puurgil Medium Freighters

Frigate
Dark Remnant

Cruiser
5 x Luggabeast Heavy Freighters

 

[Hunter Blackburn]

Location: Uppermost Portion | Bridge B
Allies: Darth Bellum | Grrwunhoooll Agaburry | Imperial Warlord Zovesa
Enemies: Amur | Jyon Hlervu | Darth Kados

Spoiler: Equipment

Infantry Armor
Disruptor Carbine
Thyrisian Battle Oil
Blue Mojo Necklace
Hybrid Pistol
Vibrosword
Disruption device
Void Grenades

When meeting the might of the Sith Empire, even the forces of the Galactic Marines found themselves crumbling. Their strength meant nothing against the defenses the Sith had erected. Their tactics meant little to the Sith Lords and Knights that defended the bridge. That mowed through tanks as if the hulls were made of flimsi.

In the initial push many of the marines that landed found themselves under siege from antiair fire. Explosions rocked the bridge as the marines took evasive maneuvers. On the left and right of the platoons as they landed plasma erupted. Looking off to his right Adrial spotted one from his own unit rushing forward. Disruptor rifle blazing the trooper screamed, his voice pouring in over the mics between the soldiers. It was the screams of adrenaline, legionnaire after legionnaire rose up to meet his fury. The soldier was absorbed in it like many were, the thrill that filled his blood. The dedication that pushed him forward, but he overextended himself.

It was due to not only the Thyrisian heritage but also the oil that kept the private alert to his surroundings. To be Thyrisian meant to invite battle, to accept it, so when he looked up he saw the antiair canons rounding on his ally. “C55 pull back!” Adrial shouted over the coms only for the other soldier to vanish in a brilliant flash. Nothing remained of the soldier, nothing to symbolize what he stood for, what he had done. Not even ashes to send home to his family. Just a blackened stain on a bridge.

Eyes shutting the Thyrisian pushed forward, his back slamming into the wreckage of what had once been a tank. Chest heaving he glanced around as a dozen more troops formed up using wrecked vehicles as barricades. Their commanding officers having died in the first pass. Teeth digging into his lower lip Adrial and the other Galactic Marines were given a silver lining. A new hope.

“Hold your positions.” Those three words was what the marines needed to steel themselves. To remember that they were not done. That they had the backing of General Vexen. That they were not without command. Above all their heads the wreckage of a tank flew forward into the first wave of Sith legionnaires.

“You heard him boys! Oooraaah!” With that Adrial vaulted from behind his cover. With each step the necklace around his neck began to clang together. Housed safely on the interior of his armor people would think its effects deafened. How wrong they were. With each step it would feel like the planet itself was dying, massive disturbances in the force created to keep all the Sith and force users, even those on his side from focusing on their abilities and dampening their senses.

As each step brought them closer to the line, Adrial’s eyes tracked the corvette. “We need that thing out the sky, its giving us some real trouble down here.”


At first, the Thyrisian was answered with only static, then a strained but familiar voice came from the com. “Firefly reporting in. I’ve got this one boys.” A fit of coughs found their way across the coms. Wet coughs, each one sounding as if it pained the pilot.

“What do you have planned Firefly?” Adrial shouted into the coms over the continuing fire and explosions.

“I’m taking these sons of a kath hounds straight to hell.”

Looking up to the skies, scanning them, Adrial’s eyes widened, he spotted it with his eyes the HUD zooming in on the broken shuttle. A wing was missing, the viewscreen was shattered with a crimson ichor staining what remained of it. The shuttles advanced sensors allowing it to fly beneath the corvette’s sensors. It flew straight towards the larger vessel, almost on its final legs.

“Set it to autopilot Firefly! Get out of there!” The Thyrisian shouted into his mic.

“The autopilot can’t do shit for me right now. Most of the systems are fried.” I have to do this.

“We’ll find another way!”

“There is no other way. Ooraaahhh!” The final sentence ended with static as the shuttle accelerated only giving its position away once it was mere meters away from the corvette’s engines plowing directly into it.

 

[Dorian Sicarrio]

Tag: Ryv Lucien Dooku Lord Venari Leon Amun Vallaro Kindall​

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<<"Yep. I'm pretty bad with orders.">> No point in hiding it. Dorian was still adjusting to this whole military thing, but he'd lived most of his life with basically no sense of duty and it'd worked out this far. Maybe if he irritated Karis enough, the kid would stop giving him orders...

No. He did have a duty. Not just to the New Imperials -- in truth it'd been more of a spur of the moment decision to join -- but to his past. There was something here, in this kind of fight and in this kind of role, that meant more than just the thrill of battle. Dorian inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, and for a moment he could hear those voices. The ones that might give him reason to fight against evil... and sometimes for it.

The gladiator's eyes shot open and he raised a hand to his ear, as if checking that he'd heard that correctly. <<"Did you really just call them S-IMPs?">> Pause. <<"That's brilliant. I'm gonna use that.">> He chuckled to himself, then flinched as a blaster bolt hit the wall in front of him. Right. Battle. Quips could wait until he was in a duel.

The other two's momentary radio silence gave Dorian some time to consider his situation. For now all the fire was concentrated from one direction. Mostly heavy blasters, but he had a hunch that if he poked his head out again some sniper shots and rockets would come right at him. Still, as it was they couldn't see him without getting much closer, and if they got much closer he'd have an easy time taking them down. Oh, how he wanted to get right up in that Sith's face, smash that Mando's helmet, chop up a few Sith troopers...

No, he sensed the Sith was on the move, probably to take out the two who'd started to climb the stairs. Karis was right. Dorian needed to get some elevation. Everyone knew that having the high ground was incredibly important.

But how to get there... Dorian hated stairs. Tenth floor? Already too high. If only there was a way to get up high quickly... oh, right, he had a way. The Force was the best weapon in his arsenal, as much as he loved his spear. Dooku and Karis were a building away and across the street and Dorian needed to get there. Mostly to fight the Sith. Only kind of to help them out, because he personally thought they didn't have a chance. With his usual catlike grace and dancer's balance the Imperial Knight bounded up the side of the building, bouncing between the two skyscrapers that neighbored the alleyway he'd found himself in. Once he was high enough he broke through the window of the southern building, then ran across it as far as it went. Running with a long, heavy spear was not fun, especially since he wasn't in combat yet. He didn't waste his energy boosting himself just yet.

As he reached the end of the abandoned hallway and the window at the end, Ryv's message came through. <<"Got it. On my way,">> Dorian replied quickly. He took a look out the window at roughly where he guessed the tenth floor of the building across the way was, then took a few steps back to wind up. He raised and leveled his spear in a throwing position.

Deep breath.

Dorian dipped into the power he'd been mostly holding back. If anyone had actually been watching it'd seem like the spear had just disappeared from his hand, like he'd thrown it at the speed of light. The transparisteel window shattered, along with the window on the tenth floor of the building across the street. Dorian was next -- he took a few steps back to give himself space to gather speed, and once it'd been gathered the release was spectacular as always. It was like a glitch in the fabric of reality; the white-armored warrior appeared at first in the window as he leapt, then there was a flash of Dorian in flight far above the street, and then...

The gladiator hit the ground and rolled smoothly, springing to his feet and grabbing the spear that had lodged itself in the floor. Down the hall -- to Ryv and Lucien's right and Venari's left -- he could see them locked in combat. His surroundings were a little constricting; he couldn't wield his spear freely like an open arena, but it was enough that he could manage. Plus, he had that standard-issue saber he'd yet to use if it came down to it. "Here!" The gladiator called. Maybe his call would distract Venari for a moment and allow the other two a killing blow, but he doubted it; it was more important that they knew he was there.

Once more he leveled his lance and prepared to throw, waiting for even a moment's opening in the battle. Given the chance, he could end it in a flash of crimson...

 

[Lord Venari]

Objective: Defend the Muunilist capital city of Harnaidan
Allies: Vallaro Kindall Leon Amun TSE & Allies
Enemies: Ryv Lucien Dooku Dorian Sicarrio NIO, GA & Allies
Equipment: In Bio
Theme

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Reports that the NIO forces had breached the line and entered the capital filtered in through the Sith Lord's helmet. Wherever they pushed, Sith-Imperial troops pushed back. The collision of two monumental legions was tearing Harnaidan asunder. Waldar was organizing damage control and holding the new lines together but until Venari wrapped up business with the Jedi his legion was stuck in gridlock, unable to orchestrate a counteroffensive. And so, the Sith Lord's armored form bolted up the tower's interior. No longer was he tracing the flare of light side energy radiating from his prey. No, his was a hunt tethered to the dark side. Its malevolent will coursed through him, amplifying his strength, and drawing him closer to his destiny. He would not serve as shield alone but a dagger to pierce the still beating heart of this fraudulent new Order. The Galactic Alliance too would pay for their foolishness this day.

Tower levels blurred into the Sith Lord's periphery and melted away as every stride saw him ascend many the successive staircases. The Jedi would concoct another ploy but their efforts were moot for just as with all travels of light, darkness would always be there to meet it. Sinister cogitations poured into Venari's mind, a vision of the Empire's defeated enemies strewn about the battlefield rotting under the smoky skies of victory, the disgraced lord general just another body among all that opposed the Sith. Venari would will this vision into reality and the corpses of the Jedi would be the foundation upon which it was built.

A howling surge in the force had the Sith Lord slam to a stop nearly a dozen levels up. He pushed through inactive metal doors and stumbled upon a large dark hall, with the window at his side acting as its sole source of light. This circumscribed corridor was a focal point entwined by fate, it swelled with the powers of bogan and ashla, beckoning to the Sith Lord. Here, their battle would begin. The force would call them to Venari, after which, he would deliver them back to the force itself.

Three lightsabers along the back of his belt removed themselves from their latched positions and took to the air. In a deadened state they had been concealed in the shadows. It wasn't a moment later that the Jedi duo emerged from around the opposing bend, surprise painted across their features. Hasty minds hadn't peered through the force as he had. Beneath Venari's helmet, bared fangs smiled in anticipation for the coming battle. He would drink the conflict in, stew in its depths and then use its power to eviscerate his foes. His pet dropped behind him and hissed at the sound of the Jedi whispers.

In the force, the forward Jedi's weapon burned as a brilliant star. With each step he took its gleaming light pushed against Venari's dark senses, but it was as light against the void. Venari pushed back, snapping into the world of the physical. There, Ryv made the first move, a discus-like object beamed in his direction with thunderous speed. Still enhanced by the force, the Sith Lord stepped aside allowing the thrown shield to pass by and shatter the window behind him. Together, his enemies pressed forward. Yet another trap had been sprung. A trio of crimson blades sprung to life forming a three part cross guard and blocking the synchronous attack.

"You trade one ambush for another," his augmented voice taunted.

With the three Sith weapons locked against the Jedi's the advance had been cut short. Still, a blistering heat emanated from the brighter of the two opposing lightsabers and burned into that deep dark place within. He'd see to the Jedi tool's destruction personally when this was over.

"Your weapon is special," he barked from beyond the crimson guard, "but so are mine."

Stepping closer to the crossed blades, and his enemies, Venari grasped his personal lightsaber and activated it. Within, the Katak crystal sprung to life in sync with his holocron's defensive measures. Together, both the ancient artifact and his main weapon's hungering powers attempted to sap the light of its strength. Down one of the adjacent halls, he heard the third of their band make his entrance but his allies too were on approach. He'd focus on the challenge at hand first. The three floating Sith sabers spun parrying the Jedi blades away. Jutting his free hand into the air, a torrent of lighting was unleashed on his enemies. At long last the collision of dark and light had begun.