Shadows on Vylmira

[Ascendant Resolve]

It is the Eight Hundred Fifty-Eighth year since the Battle of Yavin irreversibly shook the fate of the galaxy. The fires of war wax and wane, smoldering sparks to roaring infernos. But one truth always remains: Power invites challenge. Challenge breeds conflict. Deep within the Confederacy of Independent Systems, the world of Vylmira has lain undiscovered for eons. Hidden from prying eyes, the world was to become a stronghold for an ancient Sith Lord. One final bastion, should Vitiate fail to destroy the Republic.

Through the actions of the Confederacy, the world was freed from this iron grip, and granted new life, to grow and evolve. But the Sith would not relinquish their hold so easily. From the shadows, loyalists began to emerge. Hidden and secretive, they work to undermine Vylmira and the Confederacy from within, believing that Vylmira rightfully belongs to the Sith. And though they are careful to cover their tracks, their presence is well known among the citizens of Vylmira. Every moment lived in fear that Loyalists would snatch you from your beds. But the Golden Hall remained silent, until that fateful day the Loyalists declared an ultimatum.

Confident that no one would rise to stop them, a man declaring himself "Lord Tra'dan" sent a message to the people of Vylmira. The Golden Hall was to surrender control of the planet to him, or the city of Vyrin would be destroyed. He knew there would be resistance. He knew the Golden Hall would respond. First with ships, then with soldiers. All in a vain attempt to reclaim dominion over something they thought rightfully theirs. But he never expected the High Councilor himself to respond personally to this threat. Tra'dan knew his sponsors would be displeased, should he fail. As he steeled himself to fight to the bitter end, a gathering of individuals was occurring for much the same reason...

 

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Apprehend Lord Tra'dan for crimes against Vylmira and the Confederacy of Independent Systems​

EQUIPMENT: In signature​

TAGS: [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] || [member="Credius Nargath"]​

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Voph stood aboard the bridge of the Vanguard, hands clasped behind his back as his black hair draped between the large spikes adorning his shoulders. Since his reassignment from the Viceroyalty, the Resolve had been transferred to the new Viceroy, leaving Voph to inhabit the Vanguard super-carrier as his flagship. The situation had spiraled further out of control than he would have liked, but it was a necessary evil. He knew the Loyalists were not acting of their own accord. Something, or someone, was feeding them information and resources. He had intended to find out who. But they made their move first.

Voph was forced to respond in kind. Far below, on the planet's surface, the Octarchy Covenant was fighting the entrenched loyalists. Rebellions were happening across the planet, but most of the fighting was, as expected, centered around Vyrin. Voph knew it wouldn't be enough. His soldiers were next to none in the Confederacy. But he needed a finer touch for what he sought to accomplish. A summons was sent, gathering willing members of the Confederacy to him. Voph placed a hand on the skeletal helmet that rested upon the holotable in front of him. The time for action was drawing near.

As the visitors drew near the planet, they were directed to dock with the Vanguard, the center of the Octarchy's response to the conflict below. Archwing Destroyers hung about the Vanguard in defensive positions, ready to strike against any spaceborne retaliation. Shuttles landed within their designated hangers, and Nephilim soldiers were dispatched to meet the visitors, ushering them to the bridge where Darth Voph awaited the help he quietly requested...

 

[Credius]

Objective: Get to Lord Tra'dan before anyone else​

Equipment: Lightsaber in bio, not wearing battle armor.​

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It was a rough spot, working along with someof the people of the Confederacy of Independent systems, but the current situation on Vylmira did somewhat demand the Eriaduan Marquis' attention. A populace long under the yoke of the sith, having even been subjugated at some point by the legendary sith emperor Vitiate, it all reeked of Sith worship and though he himself hid that specific part from himself masterfully, the fact that one man had risen up to declare himself the leader of some loyalist secession group had not gone unnoticed to Credius.

At first he wondered if it was perhaps best to use the Testudo fleet to simply blockade and if necessary eradicate the planet and all on it, but given the laws in place within the confederacy, he did doubt doing something like that would go unnoticed. As such, he kept his hidden agenda to himself and answered the call of the High Council by arriving with only a small portion of the testudo fleet, small, but therefor not at all less threatening. With Three Tyrant class Missile cruisers and an Impellor class cruiser arriving near the planet's orbit out of hyperspace, readying at the scene to provide support and suppression whenever it would be deemed necessary.

As they had arrived at the destination, the marquis gave command to his most trusted Commander; Harmon and made his way to the hangarbay of the rechristened HNS Phalanx, ordering his second in command aboard the Impellor class cruiser to maintain their position and do nothing unless ordered to do so or if provoked by hostile actions. In the meantime, Credius jumped aboard his personal interceptor, the Valkan Dagger Mk II and instantly shot off into space towards the planet's surface, hailing those of the Confederacy over their com. "Marquis Credius Arcosius Nargath here, I have arrived with a small detachment of missile cruisers and a carrier cruiser to provide aid in any way possible. I myself am heading towards the planet's surface...where is the rendezvous point?"

[member="Voph"]​

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

The communicator chirped to life from the nightstand and a mechanical voice read her orders aloud. Pomsty rose immediately, her mind still in a fog. The communicator repeated the order. At least it isn't something trivial like somebody needs a legal form notarized right away; a most adequate use of her skills.

Moving to her desk, she checked the requisition file and read the names of those who would be accompanying her, and the officer in charge of the mission. Most she knew of as she had worked with them before.

Focussing her thoughts upon [member="Vytal Noctura"], the Nightsister Telepathically reached out to her sister.

'Duty calls. I just need a few minutes to dress,' and load up on her arsenal of Potions, Talismans and relics…the whole kit and caboodle of what it means to be her.

Once she was ready for departure she stepped within the Nether Realm and waited for Vytal to meet her in it. Pomsty searched the galaxy through Force Sight and she studied the ebb and flow of the Darkside of the Force, reaching out to the known coordinates of The Vanguard orbiting Vylmira. Her gift only achievable with the blessing of the Fanged God of her Dathomiri heritage, combined with her bloodline as a Darkside Force Sensitive.

When she found the ship, Pomsty studied the motion of the vessel in orbit. She determined the Force Signature she remembers of the High Counselor [member="Voph"] onboard, and nodded to Vytal to begin the journey of landing them both onboard his ship.





TAGS:
[member="Credius Nargath"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Ciri Jade"]

 

[Vytal Noctura]

OBJECTIVE: Apprehend Lord Tra'dan for crimes against Vylmira and the Confederacy of Independent Systems

Vytal Noctura looked up from a study on an artifact when Pom's voice reached out to her. She could already anticipate what would follow. The Nightsister hummed to herself before securing the datapad and stowing it among her supplies. She then excused herself from the present company for she needed to not exist for a moment. At least this time time and distance were a factor; they weren't risking an attack by the dead to save a few minutes.

A moment later Vytal appeared and extended a hand out to her Sister with a faint smile. "I know you have pin pointed the vessel," because Pom had a sharp sense of such things, which aided them in this movement of theirs, "but the troops will already be on high alert. Come, we'll be landing in moments."

Together they would reappear aboard a shuttle that was just entering the hangar bay to The Vanguard. Under the circumstances, people appearing out of thin air might unduly alarm people and could very well get the two women shot. Vytal did not wish to upset Voph because of "antics" and so they'd accept the hospitality of his crew and follow the escort as they may.

"We should take care not to send any communications, by technology or magick, until we know more about the adversary," she cautioned any that also departed the ship and walked with her to the bridge. "Better they know nothing certain of our meaning here." What was that curious saying she'd heard? Something about loose lips and ships.

Once they emerged onto the bridge and approached to the designated position no doubt relayed to their escort, Vytal nodded her head toward Voph. "A pleasant view. Hopefully left in a better state than we found it when this is through," she commented by way of greeting.

Tag: [member="Voph"] | [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] | [member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Ciri Jade"]​

 

[Ciri Jade]

Objective: Apprehend Lord Tra'dan and acquire the Lord's datafiles​

Equipment: A-180 Blaster, 3x Data Spikes, 2x Scramble Keys, Chronometer​

Armor: x​

Tags: [member="Voph"], [member="Credius Nargath"], [member="Pom Stych Tivé"], [member="Vytal Noctura"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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Resting in the hold of a shuttle that approached the Vanguard, Ciri was busy tinkering with her datapad, reading over files on the planet Vylmira. "We're preparing to land now, ma'am." Peering up, she set the pad down, erasing all files in order to leave it behind. Upon setting down within the hangar, she descended the ramp, immediately noticing the soldiers who had been stationed as escorts. Approaching the nearest ones as they gestured toward her, she simply nodded.​

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"Lead the way."​

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Following the soldiers through the corridors of the vessel, she found herself examining the quality of gear and armor each was using. Ciri was unsure that she would ever get used to seeing such high quality materials around her.​

 

[Credius]

Objective: Get to Lord Tra'dan before anyone else
Equipment: Lightsaber in bio, not wearing battle armor.

With his Valkan Dagger Mk II racing towards the Vanguard, Credius managed to make sure he'd get himself a place to land within the large ship's hangars. Making his way from out of his interceptor through the hangar with an escort, Credius grabbed for a pen-shaped cypher with his family crest to contact the men leading the few ships he had brought along with him. "Do contact the head of this operation to find reassignment as support to this mission, Commander Harmon...but do NOT digress the purpose of our cooperation."

With that being said, the Marquis made his way to the bridge to meet up with the other people that were selected to be part of this little, unusual task force. Escorted by a few soldiers, it would not take all too long for him to reach his destination. "A good day to you all...shall we begin the debriefing?"

[member="Voph"] [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] [member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Ciri Jade"]

 

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Apprehend Lord Tra'dan for crimes against Vylmira and the Confederacy of Independent Systems
EQUIPMENT: In signature
TAGS: [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] || [member="Credius Nargath"] || [member="Vytal Noctura"] || [member="Ciri Jade"]

Alarms began to sound as the few shuttles already in the system drew near. Incoming ships had triggered the Octarchy IFF systems. Not hostile. But still venturing into secured territory. The Archwings about the Vanguard slid into defensive positions, weapons powering up as target locks were acquired. Voph’s brow furrowed as a fighter departed from the lead ship, and cut a line towards the Vanguard. His frown deepened as someone hailed him from the cluster of ships, claiming to be there to help. Voph did not return a message, simply turning to his communications officer. “Inform the welcoming party that whoever is aboard that fighter is to be kept under strict guard, and brought before me at once. Send word to the Ell-Kay-Em ships that they are to stand down. We’ll handle this.”

Voph picked up the skeletal helmet, and placed it upon his head. If their day was going to begin with excitement, he’d best look the part. As his armorweave hood drew over the helmet, Voph spoke. “Hail the lead ship. Holograph.” The equipment whirred for a moment, and Voph’s hands clasped at the small of his back. From behind him, an officer informed him that the shuttles had landed. Voph’s cold, modulated voice filtered through his helmet, the soft glow of the helmet’s red eyes flaring in the hologram that was broadcast to the incoming ship’s lead ship. “Unidentified Vessels, this is Darth Voph of the Octarchy Covenant. You have entered the territory of the planet Vylmira, of whom I am a sworn protector. You are ordered to leave this sector at once.”

Voph did not turn as the door behind him opened. Pom and Vytal were welcome sights to be sure. Both were highly respectable and capable fighters, as well as having a certain mastery of other fields that made them both highly valuable members to the Confederacy. The young woman with them, Voph had yet to encounter. Likely some C.D.F. Ensign looking to make a name for herself. But the fourth one. The visitor from the fighter. As he entered the bridge and bid them good day, and questioned if they had best start the briefing. As he finished speaking, the security aboard the bridge moved in unison, rifles coming to aim at the man’s chest. Voph didn’t move at first, simply stating to the holocom, “Failure to comply will result in your immediate removal from this area by any means necessary. You have two minutes to get underway.” The communications line was closed, and Voph turned to look at Credius.

Voph waved a hand to signal the security forces to stand down, and rifles lowered to ready positions. Voph folded his hands behind the small of his back again. “Perhaps I was unclear, Marquis, when I specified we required a finer touch. If you’ve any love for the people on those ships, you had best encourage them to heed my warning. And next time, inform me that you think my judgement is insufficient, so that I know to expect whatever…” Voph paused, and looked behind him at the ships the younger man had brought with him. He turned back to Credius and finished, “...Overreaction you seem to think constitutes an effective military strategy.”

Voph turned, not offering the man a chance to respond, stepping around to place the holotable between himself and the visitors. “Now, on to more pressing matters. This morning at 0600 hours, a message was sent to any and all unsecured devices on Vylmira.” Voph paused, looking between the members of his assembled task force. Though no gesture had been made to draw them towards the Holotable, Voph’s position behind it was a silent invitation for them to join him around it. “This man, calling himself Lord Tra’dan, stated that he represented the…’rightful owners’ of Vylmira, and sought control of the planet so that it might be returned to the control of the rogue Sith cell that originally enslaved the planet.”

Voph allowed the image of their target to remain for a moment, before he keyed in a new command, dismissing the individual’s image, and summoning a holographic map of the city Vyrin. “Efforts to contain the threat are centered here, around Vyrin. Reports indicate that Lord Tra’dan is somewhere within this city, likely the office of the region’s councilor. While the resistance is contained, Tra’dan did threaten the use of a high end explosive to level Vyrin were his demands not met. As of yet, no device has been discovered, also paired with his presence within the city, suggests that this is a bluff, nothing more.” Voph paused to look at Vytal and Pom, speaking personally to them. “In truth I have been monitoring this situation for months. Even before the attack on Shadow’s Point. I have no conclusive proof, but someone has been aiding the rebellion. Lord Tra’dan is taking orders from someone, and I believe them to be the same individuals that ordered the attack on Shadow’s Point.”

Voph paused, and the red glow that signified eyes turned to each of the gathered volunteers. “I have assembled you all here because I believe that Lord Tra’dan, if he escapes, can cause more harm to the Confederacy, not just Vylmira. Our mission is to descend to the planet’s surface, find Lord Tra’dan, and capture him by any means necessary. He has answers to questions the Confederacy would very much like answered. We will kill him if we must, but our primary directive is to take him alive for questioning. If there are any doubts about this mission, or your role in it, you may voice them now, or leave. The choice is yours.”

 

[Credius]

Objective: Get to Lord Tra'dan before anyone else
Equipment: Lightsaber in bio, not wearing battle armor

Right upon his arrival, it seemed that in his haste to use his valkan dagger, he had missed the man's call to his small arrangements of ships, but what transpired next only hightened the degree of tension. As the security forces aimed their rifles at the Marquis' chest, the tall man's lips curled into a slightly sinister grin as one of his hands started to cramp a bit. While the one calling the shots continued his talk, yet when it ended, he left no opening for Credius to react, only making the situation worse with his neglect of proper procedure and decorum. Thus, while listening to the man's explanation on the entire situation on Vylmira, the Marquis calmly reached for the communication cypher in his breast pocket and pushed the top button to establish a direct channel with the commander of the ships which had been brought with the intent to support the Confederacy in dealing with these insurgents. "You heard it Commander, it appears they are not in the need of any assistance, you may return..."

When the man had finished his in depth analysis of the situation, Credius could notice the red glow within the man's eyes and could only let out an almost inaudible chuckle. Seems this would be a bit harder than he had thought, as they seemed to be more keen on taking this Lord Tra'dan in rather than eliminate him, it seemed that extracting information and than pass him off as dead would be a rather risky move. However, as the Marquis could not risk too many people knowing the reality behind his facade, he couldn't just use the force to further his goals. He needed to figure out a way to get close to Tra'dan before anyone else and to do so, he needed to be rather cunning.

"I suppose There are a few ways to reach this target without too much hassle," Credius made a calm nod towards the man who earlier identified himself as Darth Voph, but who he perceived as lacking in any regards to the true Sith, mostly in how he seemed to act and behave himself. "However, this would as you mentioned, need a certain degree of finesse...Might I suggest a less hostile approach to lull this man into a false senseof security?"

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"] [member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Voph"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

[member="Vytal Noctura"] is always sensible. Pom not only does not have the foresight Vytal possesses, it can be concluded that she truly doesn't give a damn how the common folks perceive her nature.

Darth [member="Voph"] was in the middle of his conference, and thus Pom nodded silently at his visual recognition. He seemed annoyed at the presence of one, [member="Credius Nargath"] who from what she could deduce brought a naval brigade with him for assistance? But Darth Voph's tone was firm and commanding, and so while Pom watched through attentive eyes, she merely waited for the moment to pass.

He soon jumped right in to draw attention to the holotable, to which the Nightsister approached and studied the information he had to share with the group. Pomsty felt the threat of terrorism upon the city should be taken seriously; as there are many means of providing an explosion from devices that are not to easily detectable. When Darth Voph mentioned a possible connection to the person who orchestrated the potential annihilation of the CIS Military, at the hands of the defending Mandragora, she felt that familiar chill crawl up her spine. The entire ordeal a sore spot to her, that the CIS Military would so easily be set against the Mandragora and quick to start a war without any rhyme or reason. During that pathetic ordeal is where she met [member="Ciri Jade"].

Had he just asked us if we want to leave?

"Oh, no. Certainly not," she snapped, already calling upon her dearest most trusted help, her servants of the afterlife. She would plot the enemy's insanity and make the man beg to come forward into their hands. A wicked smile shadowed her countenance. Voph might be leading the physical bodies, but Pomsty would follow her ethereal minions firsthand!

 

[Vytal Noctura]

OBJECTIVE: Apprehend Lord Tra'dan for crimes against Vylmira and the Confederacy of Independent Systems

Apparently they had set foot upon Voph's command while he was conducting business -- or rather threatening to blow someone out of the stars. Obviously the situation had changed in the time it took them to travel from the hanger to the bridge. Then there were the weapons leveled at the man that had accompanied them. A noble of Eriadu; the Viceroy in point of fact. Someone she'd "met" in orbit of his homeworld. The man seemed to have a knack for confrontation with the higher ranking members of government. Not that Credius seemed to show any sign of being put off by their blunt responses. The Nightsister presumed the man had a thick skin, and likely would come out ahead regardless.

It wasn't long before Voph set to the briefing, which was just as well. They hadn't come there to fight among one another, after all.

What was said to the Nightsisters directly drew a slight pivot and tilt of her pale head. Anything regarding the events of Shadow's Point was of interest. It had been a nightmare both when it happened and the fallout from it; something they were still dealing with on various levels. Something they could have done without. Seeing how Voph was there, Vytal expected the man to hold a similarly unfavorable disposition to any responsible and a desire to have them answer for it.

"Tra'dan already expects us," Vytal voiced after Credius proposed a less hostile approach. She stepped forward to set the tips of her fingers upon the table as spoke, "Even as shadows, there will be vigilant forces set against us from the onset. Once our presence on the planet is confirmed, those forces will be on heightened alert and set into motion. He has threatened to destroy the city if it cannot be his; any negotiation will only serve as a distraction." Whether that was intended to distract this "Lord" or if it would only serve to distract them, either way there was no peaceful solution here short of letting Tra'dan live -- and even then he was not likely to enjoy it.

Tag: [member="Voph"] | [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] | [member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Ciri Jade"]​

 

[Ciri Jade]

Objective: Apprehend Lord Tra'dan and acquire the Lord's datafiles.​

Equipment: A-180 Blaster Pistol, 3x Data Spikes, 2x Scramble Keys, Chronometer​

Armor: x​

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Tags: [member="Voph"], [member="Credius Nargath"], [member="Pom Stych Tivé"], [member="Vytal Noctura"]​

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From the time of stepping onto the bridge to the beginning of the briefing, the woman remained silent as she took in her surroundings. To listen was important in information gathering to be sure, but among present company her position would be one of question or mystery. Her actions among her colleagues would play out differently but there was always a time and place for acting a certain way and this one called for a calm and silent approach. Taking in the words of not only [member="Voph"], but the others as well, she began to think on the mission ahead. Finesse was a specialty of hers and having a slicer on their side may just prove to come in handy in order to see this mission succeed.​

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"A distraction may prove to be useful in a situation like this. However, even during such an act, the Lord may have his own 'eyes and ears' who will alert him to actions taken against his plans. If he truly wishes to be so destructive if he cannot have it, then he won't simply leave things unattended. Should it prove to be a bluff, I dare say to be cautious of a sleight of hand. Claims of an explosive capable of such devastation instead being a simple diversion of his own. Not that I take the threat of such an explosive lightly."​

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Keeping her tone a respectful one befitting the situation, she looks to each of the others, weighing what all had been said so far. With even the bit of information placed before them, she knew this wouldn't be so easy.​

 

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Apprehend Lord Tra'dan for crimes against Vylmira and the Confederacy of Independent Systems
EQUIPMENT: In signature
TAGS: [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] || [member="Credius Nargath"] || [member="Vytal Noctura"] || [member="Ciri Jade"]​

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Voph was silent as the gathered operatives voiced their opinions, offering no response until Ciri finished speaking. The red lights on his helmet turned to stare at Credius as he pointed to Vytal. "My men have been on the surface fighting and dying to liberate the planet from these tyrants. Tra'dan knows we are here. And he knows we are angry." Voph let his pointing hand fall to the table, balling up in a fist to match his other hand, supporting his bulk against the cold surface. "Taking him by surprise is out of the question. Were it not for the fact we may learn something of use from Tra'dan, I would kill him and be done with it." Voph fell silent for a moment, then pushed himself off the table, bringing a hand up to indicate a central square in front of the capital building.

"As you can see, the Loyalists are entrenched at this position, defending the capital building from any attempts to secure it. The moment we land, Tra'dan will be on alert. So we must strike quickly and decisively." Voph looked around at the individuals gathered around him once more, then said, "My planet has suffered greatly at the hands of Tra'dan, and those he supports. My ships will remain in orbit to apprehend Tra'dan should he flee the planet. But it is up to us to bring a stop to this." Voph nodded, and gestured to the door from the bridge. "The dropship departs in two minutes. Make what preparations you need, meet in hanger bay twenty-four."

When all had assembled, the dropship fled the hanger, speeding towards the planet's surface. Along with them, a detachment of Nephilim Soldiers. Voph had opted to forego a seat, instead standing towards the front of the ship, holding on to a handle above him. He drew a breath, bowing his head and clearing his mind. The shuttle rocked as it dropped through the atmosphere. The pilot's hands flew over the controls, keeping the ship as level as he could, while at the same time obtaining IFF information from the units on the ground. "My lord, Pana is reporting in." The copilot turned to look over his shoulder as he spoke. "Vylmira City is secured, he's dispatching all available troops to Lyrin." Voph didn't look up. "Acknowledged. What's the situation in Vyrin?" The Copilot looked back at his readings. "The loyalists are entrenched in front of the capital, they're not going anywhere soon." The copilot paused, and looked over his shoulder. "Airdrop maneuver?" Voph nodded once.

He drew another breath, and turned back to the group assembled. "The Dropship will not be able to land at our chosen destination. But our soldiers need help. The pilot has chosen a small clearing three blocks south of the capital building to set down at. For those of you not brave enough to join me, meet up when you can. Com frequency 37.723." Voph looked down at his wrist, adjusting his own comlink to the indicated frequency. "Com Check." "Leveling off at 40 meters. Doors opening." Voph moved to stand next to the opening cabin doors, the Nephilim Soldiers moving to take position next to him. He knew that not everyone would have the guts to jump out of a moving ship from this height. But his people were dying, and he was growing impatient. The time for action was now.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Pomsty listened to [member="Voph"] attentively as he gave her group the run down of events. She was surprised that he even gave them two minutes to get to the hangar, he seemed so very tense regarding the political uprising upon his planet. What else she could do within two minutes besides head straight to the drop ships, she had no clue.

Onboard, she would have rather stepped straight into the Netherworld to land at their drop zone, than be locked inside the steel sardine can of probable death. How can one assure they won't be blown to smithereens? She can cloak herself and fly, a typical Nightsister feat, of which she doubts any ship equal capability. Its not like they are just skipping planets within their own system to find the best curbside frozen yogurt stand. No! They are flying into a military zone, seen plain as day in the sights of cannons, and rockets…

'Why? Damnit! Why? And they say Dathomiri are uncivilized! Well Voph does know his poodooe,’ and therefore she must trust him well enough as he seems confident in his steel contraptions!

As Voph announced their mid air exit, Pom Stych Tivé rose to slip in between the accompanying soldiers. When she jumped out of the ship’s hatch, she glided down to the surface with ease, and as quickly as possible. She looked for [member="Vytal Noctura"] whom she knew would follow, as the two would join forces to raise their own hell against the enemy in their own unique fashion.



TAGS:
[member="Ciri Jade"]
[member="Credius Nargath"]

 

[Vytal Noctura]

OBJECTIVE: Apprehend Lord Tra'dan for crimes against Vylmira and the Confederacy of Independent Systems

Vytal turned her eyes to Ciri and gave the woman a slight nod. Soon enough, however, Voph called the group's attention to a public square set before the Capital Building. The Nightsister's eyes shone in the light given off by the table as she contemplated the scene laid out before them. It would be all too easy to bombard that position, leveling the structure to the ground and tearing up its foundation thereafter. Even a spell could conjure up a means of ensuring the death of every hostile present. But there was always a shadow of doubt... that perhaps the explosives were not a ruse after all. And, of course, Voph would want to keep his planet in as few pieces as possible while preserving as much of its history (including architecture and landmarks) in the process. It was perhaps the Offwolders' greatest weakness -- their own, expansive civilization. What were they without it?

With the briefing concluded, Vytal turned to walk with Pom toward the hangar. There was little time afforded to them; not that she any plans prior to departure. Little time to strategize for the mission ahead, but it would seem Voph had done more than his share of analysis. Could someone so close to the matter retain their objectivity in considering all options, however? Even someone as well traveled and knowledgeable as Voph might still succumb to the heat of the moment under the right conditions. Vytal would be remiss to not even consider it, despite the trust placed in him.

Aboard the dropship, Vytal was only slightly less apprehensive than her SIster. True, she'd even had the pleasure of a drop pod on Talay, but her exposure to the mechanical and electronic means of transportation were not so quickly trusted. She'd grown up moving between trees and hiding in shadows to stalk material prey, and moving between worlds in communing with spirits. Solid ground was where a woman of Dathomir belonged. Still, such vessels were not without their defenses and there were tactics used to approach 'hot zones' to provide the best chance at arrival.

Evidently one such maneuver would be to come up three blocks shot and jump out of a perfectly good dropship -- which was about what Vytal expected. No one ever just set down and calmly hopped out.

Vytal paused near the ramp and looked back at those remaining, "If any of you lack the means to descend, we will catch you." With that said she drew in a breath, released it, and jumped out of the ship.

A current of wind drawn up by the spirits snaked its way about the Nightsister and ensured a safe and smooth landing on the ground. Such would be possible for anyone else that lacked any sign of repulsors or other means of arriving intact. With this short of a distance there'd certainly be no parachutes to worry about.

Tag: [member="Voph"] | [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] | [member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Ciri Jade"]​

 

[Credius]

Credius shrugged his shoulders and let out a sigh when having heard the rebuttal coming from the man who had assembled them there. It was rather disappointing that they had not taken to account the various ways one could get close to this target of theirs without raising too much suspicion, especially with the Eriaduan's own disposition, certain approaches could have been more favorable. Alas, the very first moments of their meeting had already made the Marquis less impressed and less willing meet the High Councillor's demands and wishes.

Alas not much time was given to truly react or object anything, so rather than voicing his own opinion or even trying to add anything to ease the very engagement itself, Credius simply followed suite, quickly making his way to the dropship, where he no doubt stood out amongst his companions. After all, he was not wearing any sort of battle gear, simply wearing his everyday outfit, which granted, comparedto other people wasn't to be considered everyday for them, but to have someone in an operation wearing fine garments of silk and romex wasn't something you'd see ever so often. The only two things actually pointing out his involvement were the fact he had managed to snag himself an earpiece to keep in touch and of course his cypher and lightsaber tucked away neatly within his garments.

With the dropship's doors opening at a relatively safe altitude, the marquis looked at [member="Voph"] and his soldiers, turning his attention to the two nightsisters. "After you, miladies," As soon as he knew he was the last one left, the man strengthened his connection to the force and evidentally also his own body with said connection before jumping out of the cargo doors as well, readying himself for the inevitable pressure of the shock that would come with landing forty meters below.

With a roll on the ground, the marquis looked around to somewhat gather his bearings. Noticing the sounds of combat all around them. "Well, I've had smoother landings, but this would do fine," Dusting off his clothes and tilting his head from side to side to flex his muscles a bit, the marquis tapped the earpiece to get a comlink with the one leading the operation. "Seems we've all made a good landing, what are the coordinations of the target?"

[member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Ciri Jade]

Objective: Apprehend Lord Tra'dan and acquire the Lord's datafiles.​

Equipment: A-180 Blaster Pistol, 3x Data Spikes, 2x Scramble Keys, Chronometer​

Armor: x​

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Tags: [member="Voph"], [member="Credius Nargath"], [member="Pom Stych Tivé"], [member="Vytal Noctura"]​

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Making her way to the hangar once the briefing had ended, Ciri boarded the dropship, picking a spot out of the way of the soldiers or the others as she secured her gear, strapping her blaster into its holster. She ran the information through her head, keeping what she knew of the target on her mind.​

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As the dropship had leveled off and she overheard things through the comms, she swallowed hard. Jumping out of a moving transport wasn't her first choice when it came to insertions, though she had jumped from a moving speeder before. Then again, that had been at lower altitudes. Watching the others leap through the open doors one by one, the reassurance of being caught by [member=Vytal Noctura"] relaxed her to an extent. At least, she wouldn't splat against the side of a building if things went wrong.​

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"Oh, right.. the Force."​

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Taking a deep breath, she steps out of the dropship into the air, allowing her muscles to relax for landing.​

 

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Apprehend Lord Tra'dan for crimes against Vylmira and the Confederacy of Independent Systems
EQUIPMENT: In signature
TAGS: [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] || [member="Credius Nargath"] || [member="Vytal Noctura"] || [member="Ciri Jade"]​

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Voph hit the ground running, in a manner of speaking. Brilliant violet blades sprung to life as he plummeted towards his target. The Nephilim were behind him, jetpacks firing to slow their descent. As the members of the party landed, it became clear that negotiations weren't an option. Smoke hung thick and black over the city, the sounds of war engulfing the surrounding area. Even as Voph landed, there were cries of warning, and volleys of blaster fire thrown his way. Vylmira was at War.

As Voph landed on the ground, he called upon the Force, sending the force of his landing out and away, cracking the stone beneath him as the shockwave rippled out. More yells, and the battle was on. Voph's blades began to sway and dance through the fog, cutting down soldier and blaster bolt alike. Vylmiran Soldiers, emboldened by their leader's arrival, surged forward to rush the capital building, seeking to find a foothold in the confusion. Voph barked a single order over the comlink. "Make your way to the capital. First one to make it, dig in and hold your ground. Have faith that help will come."

 

[Credius]

Objective: Reach Lord Tra'dan before anyone else​

Equipment: lightsaber hidden within clothes, nothing else.​

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The message coming over the com was clear, the one leading this expedition had landed safely, but the team seemed to be scattered. With the fighting all around them, blasterfire spewing rocks and dirt into the air with each missed blast, screams howling through the air, drenching it in sorrow and despair. Credius did not like the battlefield, not because of the devastation and violence, nay, for those fueled the dark side and in turn himself, it was simply because he abhorred violence when violence was but a blunt and unnecessary tool. The way these so called adherrents to the true sith acted disgusted the man to his very core. He WOULD seek them out and this Lord Tra'dan WOULD reveal the names of those he worked for. Those responsible for this...atrocity, this failure of through power WOULD have to answer for their failure and he was more than willing to be their judge. After all, no matter who Voph was, no matter the power these witches or those soldiers possessed, he was a sith lord and only he was qualified to place judgment upon the wretched knaves that dared to affront the very idea of the brotherhood.

"Sir...may the force guide your swift hand, as it will mine," The marquis spoke over the com to [member="Voph"] vefore breaking contact. For but a moment, the man hid behind a crumbling stone pillar, drawing in the fear and hatred which was so prevalent upon this battlefield. His skin turned ashen, veins of blue cracked and seeped through his ashen complexion and as he opened his eyes, they burned as cinder, they bled with the most ferocious red. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion."

With black sparks whisping around his fingers, the marquis appeared from behind the crumbling pillar, no doubt inspiring fear into even those that he was supposed to assist, as darkness seemed to cling to his very being, the air around him stifening and growing cold. "Through passion, I gain strength," With a flick of his wrists, torrens of black lightning swooped accross the stones, the streets before him. With every single touch, the lightning licked at it's unfortunate victims and bound them with undefining amounts of pain before completely incinerating them. "Through Strength, I gain power."

When he noticed that the initial shock and fear towards his lightning was wearing off, Credius could see a few of the enemy combatants grabbing a hold of their weapons, aiming their rifles and blasters at him. "Through power, I gain victory," With a quick tactical reaction, the Sith lord freed up one of his hands to draw in a few corpses to shield him from the volley of blasts directed towards him and when the firing stopped, everything falling silent for a brief moment, the monstrous Marquis dropped the charred and scarred corpses, letting out another torrent of black lightning towards his assailants. "Through victory...my chains are broken."

He stopped his force lightning momentarily, breathing in the air of death which clung to him as he closed his eyes, allowing for the Vylmiran soldiers to begin firing at the enemy combatants, to assist him. Then, when he had drawn in enough of the dark energy which permeated this battlefield, his eyes opened once again, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a cruel, viciously sinister grin. "The force shall set me free."

Instantly, Credius' hands rose upwards in a snap, followed by the bloodcurdling, sickening sound of ripping flesh, snapping tendons and breaking bone, as over three dozen enemy combatants suddenly had their heads turn into a onehundred eighty dregee angle, dropping to the ground like lifeless ragdolls. He started to project his power, no longer masking or suppressing it. These enemies, this Lord Tra'dan had to sense him if he was even half of what he claimed to be. All the marquis needed was that man's attention, nothing more, fornothing more would be needed.

tag: [member="Voph"] [member="Ciri Jade"] [member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Vytal lighted upon the ground without resistance. She turned and lifted a hand up to the sky toward those that followed without a means to slow their fall. "The lofty hunter gives chase." A warm wing swirled about the immediate area before it swept upward; despite the caressing nature of the winds, those without controlled descent found their fall slowed until their feet struck ground as well.

The Nightsister turned her head aside to cast a look over her shoulder as Voph had already moved forth. Anxious was he. And Credius was not long after.

Her other hand lifted in the direction of the capital as the enemy was not inclined to suffer their arrival lightly. "The rancor soon knows a Nightsister as kin." The ground trembled as a low pitched roar was felt more than heard. A translucent visage of a spectral rancor rose out of the ground and occupied most of the width of the avenue they occupied at present. Bolts and slugs drew not its gaze nor elicited cries of pain. Piercing eyes swept over the rooftops and challenged all to lay it low -- for they would find themselves lacking.

Obviously the men felt like hitting hard and fast would keep them alive. That was nice. Vytal would make sure those that weren't so lucky weren't sliced to ribbons before they had a chance to contribute to the glorious cause. A spectral rancor was quite an effective shield, and should be a worthwhile psychological weapon. Perhaps she was biased, however, as a woman of Dathomir.

Once all had landed, Vytal turned in the direction of their destination. "Try not to disappoint Voph by dying today. He scowls enough as it is." She started forward without looking back. "For Vylmira!" It helped being reminded what you were fighting for; or it might if you found yourself cut off on the battlefield uncertain what had led to it all.

Vytal's pace quickened until she was a run toward the fray. Hands held out to either side with the green mist circling them, she called forth, "Let the invaders hear your voices. Let the traitors know your wrath. Come, the night is yours." Mist swept about the bodies that littered the street and began to fill them with new life. Their condition mattered not so long as they had two intact legs and some semblance of a torso. The more limbs, the more useful; but a Nightsister and her spiritual companions could put even an armless meatshield to good use.

Tag: [member="Voph"] | [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] | [member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Ciri Jade"]​