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Invasion Shame on the Night // NIO Invasion of TSE held Helgard and Cadomai

Savoh Muska

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Racing down out of orbit and into the atmosphere Savoh in command of two Raider-class corvettes flew in over the city. The two ships were about the size of a football field each operating of a modest Skeleton crew. With the two corvettes Savoh would be playing the role of close air support as well as air superiority over the city bellow. In the command deck of one of his ships Savoh's communicated with the ships, both of them. As well as the Human Replica droid proxy body of his on the other ship close by. The crews on both ships were more of maintenance personnel than anything else. Leaving himself to have nearly full control to cybernetically micromanage both ships in the sky above.

Sadly he didn't have his Arquitens-Class Command Cruiser since it was needing of some repairs from the battle on bastion. Which could offer Savoh an extra degree of protection as well as extra firepower to bring upon the city bellow.

Speaking over the comms Savoh made an announcement to the ground forces bellow. "This is captain Savoh of the New Imperial Navy, me and my vessels are in position to provide close air support and maintain air superiority over Sauofellslond. That is all, over." His voice was rather cold and callus. Such was a side effect of no longer having proper vocal cords. Also he was finding it considerably more and more difficult to care about the concerns of most other organics.

He would leave it up to some of his crew to maintain starfighter/airspeeder screening while he handled the heavier weapons on both ships through his near constant communication with the ships computers.


 

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S H O W T I M E
IMPERIAL KNIGHT
COMPNOR SECTION 131
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"Oh, for kar- could someone PLEASE tell them to stop bombarding this sector?" He threw up his hands in exasperation. The blast was a dozen blocks down but the noise was still ruining their audio.

"They can't just stop fighting-"

"And we can't just stop recording."

"Weren't we going to do the-"

"No, Gerald, we aren't going to do the audio in-studio. That misses the feel, you know this. And I KNOW you guys will edit this, and I KNOW the camera's always rolling, but it's still way better if you capture it on-set. That's why we have our music guy right here." The music guy played a sad trumpet cue. "Thank you, Frank. You're actually on point today."

Frank played a triumphant note.

"Okay, but, Knight Sicarrio, didn't you say you wanted the sound of the blasts in the background?"

"Yes, YES. OF COURSE. We are filming war propaganda on the front lines. Yes, we NEED the authentic sound. That's why we're here. That's what I've been saying. But- hell- keeps ruining the audio. Wallace. Wallace! Did you order these mics?" He waved around the little wire and tiny microphone that was attached to his armor.

"Yes-"

"Why are they so shit? Who put you in charge of this? Next time you run it by me. Like, seriously, how did you get your job? I could find better quality stuff down the street from my apartment on Denon, and what, we're here- we've got funding from the NIO and this is what you get? Jeez. Make yourself useful, go make me a caf. Maybe some spice, if you can find it."

He got a few funny looks.

"All my best performances had the stuff. Opens your mind, dude." He waved his hand at them. "Alright. Prep it. Again, from the top."

"The top?"

"Yes, what did I say, Gerald. The top." He grabbed his water bottle, took a drink, sloshed it around in his mouth before spitting it off the side of the Helgardian rooftop. The battle for the city raged in the distance, with a few scattered firefights in their section of the city. But for the most part, it was the perfect spot for filming; a still-standing structure, a nice flat rooftop, a good view of Sauofellslond.

"Alrighty. Yep. Roll it." He put in the grin that had won him the role in the first place. Not that many other Imperial Knights wanted to stay back to film COMPNOR propaganda. "Oh, hey, missy," he said, casting a glance to the agent who'd been assigned as his 'guard'. "Get out of the shot, yeah? Oh, and you can patrol, and whatever. I know you don't want to be sitting around."

He looked back to the camera.

"Three, two..." One.

"Helgard is miserable, let me tell you. If there's a city that's a prime example of what the Sith will do to a place, it's this one-"

 



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U N D Y I N G

Location: ENS Kraken, High Orbit
Allies: Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde | Moff Drybis Lyken Moff Drybis Lyken | Sith-Imperial Fleeters | OPEN
Enemies: Enlil Enlil | Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber | Var Koon | Fiolette Fortan | Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh | New Imperial Fleeters | The New Imperial Dream or whatever they call it
Tristan stood unmoving on the bridge of the Kraken as the massive warship sliced through hyperspace. The whirling blue lights calmed his anxious mind as he contemplated the path which lay before him. Behind him stood the massive figures of his cold, and grimacing bodyguards. The two woman were former members of the Zweihander Union's Executor Corps, however they, alongside their one hundred brothers and sisters, stood out among the rest. Each had been genetically altered and cyberneticly enhanced.
"Join the rest" he dismissed them. Within a few seconds, klaxons blared. The voice of the warships second officer sounded off through the warships intercom. The rush of officers attending to their station increased tenfold as the Kraken and it's escort fleet exited hyperspace in orbit of Helgard.
"Open fire" He wasted no time in releasing the weapons hold.
 

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V E S_F E T T
Location: En Route to Laboratory Spire, Heioaboer
Allies: Careena Fett Careena Fett Droz Munin Droz Munin Trajan Fett Trajan Fett NIO
Enemies: Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim Joesph Leigh Darth Tigran CIS TSE etc

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"I reckon them Helgardi ain't in good shape regardless with our Imp friends blowing the ever-living kark out of this prehistoric city, they're tough sure, but we're better armed," which worked out well for the Fetts present in the transport, the Helgardi might've been primitive and backward as the best of them. However, they were still warriors and were bolstered by TSE and CIS planetary assets. Which made such endeavours to the planet a dangerous feat for anyone, be it Fett or Imperial. But she could handle herself; it paid to be good at your craft in a culture where it was a dog eat dog world. Ves lit up a cigarra and took a light drag, passing it along to another fellow Warrior of Clan Fett. She quickly checked and recalibrated her blaster rifle, seized the cigarra back from the other Fett and took another long drag before speaking up.

"What of Prisoners Careena Fett Careena Fett , do we kill them or leave them for the Imperial military boys."

Not that she gave a kark, they were just liabilities in the grand scheme of things. Ves would instead shoot surrendering Sith then deal with the work of detaining and handing off to some pudgy faced Imperial military police officer, where they'd be put on a prison frigate and sent to some godforsaken penal colony in the Unknown Regions. An old buddy of hers told her plenty about the forsaken rocks the old Sith turned Imperial prisons were like, eighteen hours a day of chipping away at ores and working Tibanna gas refineries made a blaster pistol to the head a preferable alternative to being captured.

Ves put her helmet on and prepared for imminent launch; this would be one hell of a fight. Made her reminisce for the days of old almost, before the coronation before the massacre. Once more under the banner of Clan Fett.


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Lord-Major Erskine Barran
1st Galidraani-Volunteers Armoured-Infantry Brigade,"Tal's Devils"
2nd Battalion,"Blue-Hearts"
New Imperial Order

LOCATION:
Saoafellslond, inner-city

OBJECTIVE 2: Siege of Hjallaheim/Saoafellslond

ALLIES: Willan Tal Willan Tal Black Sgáire Black Sgáire Ragnar the Untested Kosca Gaelt Savoh Muska Dorian Sicarrio Dorian Sicarrio Jorus Fel Jorus Fel

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It hadn't taken the Blue-Hearts long to find the rest of the Brigade, as the road that led them to the Lord-Commander was just one right-hand turn away from their position; receiving the message from Tal just a stone's throw from the urban road's turnpike, it had taken less than a minute to get the entire battalion on the move and in the right direction of their charismatic Brigadier-General, a blessing of coincidence Barran knew wouldn't happen again in a hurry. Ever superstitious, ever the proponent of life's many gambles, Erskine would always give consideration to the unexplainable in times of war, yet that belief was always one of the many things the Lord-Major would leave untold to his peers.
The Brigade doesn't take ti superstitions, an' that view's sadly engrained itself inti aw mah non-coms.

If it had been luck that saved Erskine on Bastion, he guessed his life-expectancy would be at an all-time low for the rest of the war, so the thought of luck itself was viewed as something of a curse to the Lord-Major. Ever the stoic in such matters, putting it out of his mind was still an easy thing for Barran to do, so whether it was a curse or not had no bearing on Lord Erskine's dedication to seeing the NIO (and Lord Willan) prevail against the Sith. However, a Galidraani legend of another sort was in the area, one who would be deployed with the Devils every time Tal brought the entire brigade with him; one such man who Barran was very eager to meet, something of a folk-legend from Galidraan 4 who had since become semi-famous (or semi-infamous) among the Northern-Galidraani and Blue-Heart communities. All Erskine had known of the man's name was the moniker Galidraan gifted him, either in rogue-ish affection or outright dread, and the nickname Barran was given was pronounced by his men like,"Black Sgáirra", though more-likely spelled by the man himself like,"Sgáire".

<"Less than five minutes out, Milord. Should we go on the direct route?">
'Barran to Guardian One! That's an affirmative, stay the course! Blue-Heart Alpha out!'

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Whilst they were passing on the road's beginning in an open single-file, an engineer in Galidraani uniform signalled for them to halt from roughly twenty metres ahead, calling out,'Eeeaaasy, hold the convoy for - just.... A little moment!', as he squatted with his back turned to the armoured-column. Jumping out from his winter-ACV, Lord Erskine curiously started strolling towards the individual from Galidraan 4's rougher outer-regions, who'd stood to turn in the direction the Lord-Major's footfalls were coming from. 'Easy there, milord.', the engineer began, stopping only to hold out a cautionary palm as he continued,'Suspected IED, hence the holdup. Though I haven't the foggiest on whether it's Sith-tech or something simpler, like a few Helgardian devices I found just a few streets over.'

'Fair enough..... Sergeant.', Barran said, looking over the engineer's shoulder to find his chevrons on the right arm of his uniform-jacket. Pulling the sergeant around to face him, the Lord-Major would be patient with the engineer, considering the delicate nature of the work this individual was trained to do. With curiosity taking over completely, Erskine started looking for a communicator, then tapped his ear as he said,'Listen properly, I need to find your commander. Not Tal, but Sgáirra! So if you don't have much else to do, I'll be needing you to get on the comms, then I'll want directions to your new FOB as soon as you relay my message.'

'Which is....?'

The question actually took the Lord-Major by surprise, as he was sure that ordering the engineer to relay a normal message would be enough to get in touch with the enigma from Galidraan 4, but the look on the young Sergeant's face seemed to ask for something more. To say he had not expected the look that came with the question would be an understatement, but he realised that Black Sgáire was sticking to communicating in his mother-tongue, made into outright presumption when the engineer theatrically pursed his lips. The only guess that could not be confirmed, without a single other tell than the possible duel-meaning of the sergeant's pursed-lips act, was Erskine's assumption that the engineers' newly-promoted Major was also discreetly selective with his social-graces.

Turning back to the engineer-sergeant, Major Barran smirked and wagged a finger at his new acquaintance as he considered his answer properly, which in itself brought a look of surprise to the previously-sceptical engineer, almost-immediately solidifying the Lord-Major's self-certainty that he would need to speak in his people's dying language if he wanted any meaningful response. As he straightened his posture with confidence, Erskine focused again on the stranger, replying,'Saor gu Woad-Macushla!', without dropping his gaze.

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"Saor gu Woad-Macushla" - transl. - "Free the Blue-Heart"


 
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Location: Helgard, Hjallaheim
Objective: Reinforce the New Imperials
Retinue: Onansi's Sun Guards
Equipment: Gilgamesh Powersuit, Sword, Shield
Engaging With: Jorus Fel Jorus Fel , Joesph Leigh
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DRIVE
As soon as the dropship broke through the cloud cover, Onansi's gaze saw the crimson streaks of light lancing across the sky. It was night again, and Onansi was instantly taken back to the efforts of the Golden Company on Bastion. His host diving down towards the residential sector of the New Imperial capital to aid the likes of General Black and the Warlord of Ketaris, Enlil. Today, would seemingly be no different. With hundreds of millions of Helgardi between the invaders and the Sith, it made his job easier.

Shoot anyone that wasn't a stormtrooper.

Grimly, he looked out the viewport, his large hand slapping the back of the pilots chair before nodding.

Their descent slowed above the mountain tops of Hjallaheim.

Signaling to the back of the drop, the ramp opened, as did numerous others.

Defense emplacements from the ground fired upon them, shields reactively blocking the damage that would've otherwise punched straight through the hull and atomized the occupants. Still, the troop compartment shook as Onansi re-entered, reaching out to catch the rail as he descended the steps. "Go, go, go!" Onansi barked, the Warlord walking the length of the transport to retrieve his shield from its place on the wall. Hefting it up and slinging his arm within the strap, he shook his head side to side, psyching himself up before charging out the dropship.

There was a moment of suspension as he leapt out of the dropship. His powersuit didn't allow him to feel the frosty wind that whipped at his armour, but he did feel the lurch of his stomach as soon as he hit the peak of his arc. Arms and legs splaying out on either side of him, the IFF program in his helmet immediately set about to tracking the Sun Guards that leapt out ahead of him.

One, two... Three... The numbers kept going up.

Legs closing and his arms tucking in at his sides, he angled the rest of his body to quicken his descent to join them.

"On me. If it's not human, or a stormtrooper, eliminate it."

Head over heels his legs swung about. His momentum continued downwards at a rapid clip, but his feet were below him. While gravity worked its magic to draw him down to the earth, he spoke his final command. "Now." The Sun Guards falling with him had already mirrored his actions, and at the utterance of his command, their jetpacks sparked to life, quickly slowing their descent as it fought against their momentum and weight of their armour.

Heavily they landed, practically crashing into the side of the mountain amidst the towering Helgardi and Confederacy Forces under Joesph Leigh. Indiscriminately they killed, as countless lights in the sky flared to life as the Sun Guard Legion descended upon the sixteen peak mountain range. But, Onansi was already in the battle, breathing to life evidence and reasoning for the Sun Guards expensive price. As soon as he hit the ground, he advanced through the Helgardi and Confederate operatives alike. As tall as any Helgardi to begin with, he was unperturbed when faced with the emerging native. Plunging his Xiphos forwards, the vibrosword came to life, thrumming as it pierced through the back of the creatures head.

Undead or not, the Sun Guards weren't paid to ask questions, and as they descended all over the mountain pass, they set about their bloody duty of slaying Sith, Confederate and Helgardi alike.
 
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Location: HMIS "The Wrath" (Marr-class Star Destroyer)
Objective
Allies: TSE | CIS | EE | Kiff Brayde Kiff Brayde Tristan Evore Tristan Evore
Enemies: NIO Enlil Enlil Var Koon Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh


Flagship:

-HMIS
"The Wrath" (Marr-class Star Destroyer)

Other Forces:



-5x Tammar-class Corvettes
-3x Thanaton-class Corvette
- 10x Ajunta-class Starfortress
-Helix Squadron, 8x Caedus-class Superiority Fighter
-Obsidian Squadron, 6x Caldoth-class Bomber
-Ember Squadron, 6x Caedus-class Superiority Fighter, 2x Sith-Imperial TIE Interceptor
-Shadow Squadron (Moff Lyken's personal fighter squadron), 5x
Rogue-class Starfighter
-5x Starfighter Squadrons, 4 Squadrons of (6x)Caedus-class Superiority Fighter, 1 Squadron of (12x)Sith-Imperial TIE Interceptor

Helgard Orbital Defenses (Temporarily under Lyken's command)

-Several Derriphan-class Battleships (At most 10)
-30x Sith starfighters
-Multiple Sith Gunships


"Sir emerging from hyperspace now"

"We must be quick Colonel, Helgard has been given a level 5 proximity alert".

"Exiting now sir"

The "Wrath" exited hyperspace almost next to orbit, and Drybis could New Imperial ships swarming towards the planet surface. The primary orbital defense consisted of several old Derriphan-class Battleships, along with many older Sith starfighters. Moff Lyken had been in charge of filling holes in orbital defenses across many sectors of the Sith Empire. Not fearing an imminent attack on Helgard, he only supplemented the defense with 10 models of the Ajunta-class Starfortress. The blockade was not destroyed, but uncoordinated and confused as the NIO forces poured out of hyperspace in increasing numbers. Many had already made their way to the planet below, but that wasn't his priority, it really never was.

Drybis needed to take command before things fell apart, like he had done many times previously, and he had to do it now. His fleet was arriving soon behind him, but soon was quick enough.

He pressed down on the button of the main comm and spoke to the Sith forces still standing,
"This is Moff Drybis Lyken, All Sith-Imperial forces report in to me immediately, we must block off orbit to these bastards before any more get to the surface".

"All Ajunta-class Starfortresses stay at your present positions and target any enemy transport craft". "Derriphan Commanders report in now". "Sith starfighter squadrons form up on rally point Delta and construct your attack formations".

"I am issuing Alert Omega One, over, Alert Omega One"


"Sir, Omega One, but that's the highest priority alert signal", said the Colonel, somewhat frightened.

"We have no choice Luk'Jo, we have to get the attention of any Sith and any nearby fleets or ground assets, Ensign Burik, relay the Omega Alert to all surrounding sectors and do it now before they jam our comms".

"Yes sir!", the Ensign raced to the communications console and issued the Omega alert signal.

"Alert signal warranted, Attention all surrounding Sith sectors!", "This is the HMIS "The Wrath", Moff Lyken is issuing an Omega One Alert, over, Omega One alert is now in effect for Helgard". "We request immediate reinforcements, over, Immediate reinforcements, both navy and ground forces".

"Do any remaining Sith communications on Helgard below read me over, Moff Lyken has issued a Omega One alert, I repeat, Omega One alert is now in effect for Helgard orbit". "Come in anyone, does anyone below on Helgard read this, over!"

"Sir, I'm not getting anything from the planet",
said the Ensign.

"Keep trying until you do Burik".

"Ok sir".

The Moff now contacted the Sith forces again, "This is Lyken, all Sith-Imperial ships set defense formation Valence Alpha centered around the Wrath, over".

Drybis ordered his ship for engines to give full power & speed, they need to cut off orbit, now.

"Get us above orbit and center to their fleet, so the defense formation can set up using us as the middle point".

"Yes sir", said Colonel Luk'Jo.

"Is the rest of my fleet arriving Akura?"

"Yes Moff Lyken, they are right behind us, a few are exiting now", spoke one of his bridge staff, the loyal and impressive young coordinator, Ensign Akura.

As she finished, four ships immediately exited hyperspace to the right of the NIO fleet, behind the Wrath.


"Good, more will come".

"Colonel bring us to position, double time!"


"Yes sir!"

The Colonel moved the ship to orbit, somewhat cutting off the pathway to the planet from the rest of the New Imperial Fleet.

"All craft, form up on me immediately!".

"Sir the rest of the fleet has arrived". The fleet had all dropped out of hyperspace and was quickly moving together to join Lyken and his defensive formation.

"Good, tell them double time and full engines forward to reach the formation here"

The Colonel raced to complete his tasks as Drybis looked at the last ships exiting hyperspace and making their way to his position.

"Good, all have arrived, now we block them off".

"Sir, an Imperial ship is attempting to blockade or at least reach low orbit"

"The ship, what is it?"

"New Imperial I-class Star Destroyer, called the NIV Resplendence".

"Its commander?"

"The intelligence files say some King, hmmm, not sure of what world".

"Most likely its some polished and arrogant aristocrat who probably only got what he has through his daddy's mace".

The Colonel laughed, "Hahaha, that's a good one sir, and probably true".

"These New Imperials, no standards, I admire their base core of soldiers, commanders, and naval officers". "But the rest, aristocrats, kings, warlords, and fallen Sith or Jedi". "Ugghhh", said the Moff in a tone of moderate disgust.

"Sir, we are picking up another ship on our scopes", said Ensign Burik.

"No need to tell me Ensign". "I know that ship". The Moff took and a deep breath and grinned. He looked out the viewport and saw the ship pierce through the depth of space like a knife through Bantha butter.

"Sir?"

"Its the Kraken". "Commanded by Grand Admiral Tristan Evore".

"You mean, the Tristan Evore", asked the Colonel.

"Yes Colonel, its him, he's here". The Moff looked relieved. He had a powerful ally at his back. For once.

"This could turn, and quickly it could". Evore was a legend in the annals of the Imperial Navy. He was one of Drybis's modern idols and no doubt one of the best naval commanders of recent galactic years.

"Colonel, he is on our side?"

Drybis turned his head to see the Kraken fire a few salvos into a New Imperial cruiser, soon it was heavily damaged and smoking.

"Seems like it, sir".

"Alright then, very good, prepare to patch me through to him".

"In the meantime, here are the orders". He walked to the main bridge viewport to survey the field of battle. "Send 6 of the Derriphan-class Battleships to attack the NIV Resplendence, and supplement their forces with the Rakghoul, the Lancer, and three Tammar-class Corvettes". "Actually, also send Obsidian Squadron to bomb it to tell when it gets openings". "As well send 3 of the backup squadrons of Caedus-class Superiority Fighters for starfighter support of the bombers".

"The rest sir?".

"The rest will regroup on me and continue forming our defensive formation on our side of orbit". "The left side for us, right side for them".

"Yes sir, Ill alert the fleet right away".


The Colonel rushed away to complete his orders. He had sent the Derriphans to be most likely destroyed, partially due to the fact these ancient ships had no shields. He didn't even know why these old clanking junk piles were still in use. They however, could still be made use of for him in this battle. If all else failed, ramming them into NIV Resplendence and other NIO ships could work and would cause some minor damage, allowing his own ships to swoop in and destroy the enemy forces.

"Sir!", Ensign Akura. She ran to the Moff nearly panting.

"Incoming fire from NIV Resplendence".

"Are we in the kill zone?"

"No sir, but many of the star fortresses are and almost all of the..."

All of the sudden, outside the right viewport of the bridge... BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


"What was that!", said another bridge officer across the deck.

As Drybis looked out he saw it,
"By the Empress".

The Resplendence had fired only one salvo, and only with one, a Derriphan battleship exploded seconds after it was first struck.

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Another one, sir".

Drybis had only one choice, "All Derriphans open fire on nearest targets and....no belay that".

"Sir, what are you do........"

He put his hand up straight to silence the Colonel.

"All Derriphans, Ramming speed!!!".

"Sir!".

"Moff Lyken, is this a good idea?", spoke the ever temperate Captain Threcki.

"Enough!". "If you question my orders again Jerren, Ill execute you myself!", exclaimed the Moff.

"Are....we.....understood?"

"I wa......Yes sir". The Captain submitted, not wanting to bring upon his own death. Even though he had known Drybis for a long time, he knew that the Moff had not grown more demure over the years and would still kill him without much of a thought.

Drybis turned back around with a scowl upon his face, still angered by the Captain's insolence.


"This is a direct order". Drybis exclaimed through the comm. "You have no shields, you have to do something!"

One of the Derriphan commanders protested through the comm.

"Would you rather die sitting still, or would you rather take those bastards with you".

As he finished speaking, he saw one Derriphan move away from the fleet and make the jump to hyperspace.

"Cowards", he thought to himself

"I repeat, All Derriphans, Ramming speed!".

The rest of the Derriphan commanders were not cowards and at once, they all starting charging Resplendence and other New Imperial ships, firing what ever cannons they had. They would not do much, but they would distract the enemy long enough for Drybis to get his forces together to establish his defensive formation.

"The ships that were to attack the Resplendence, command them to carry out their attack once the Derriphans are all destroyed", said the Moff as he walked back onto the main bridge and made his way towards the main viewport once again.

"Captain, order all the older Sith fighters to head for the NIV Resplendence as well, they will distract it for as long as they can".

"Are they allowed to retreat?".

"Well if they destroy the ship, then yes, they may return and await further orders", said Lyken as he grinned and walked away from the Captain, who was left empty. He knew what he was asking, and so did the Captain. All he could do was follow orders, so he did. He sent the orders and soon watched the 30 or something Sith starfighters fly towards their destruction, towards the NIV Resplendence and other New Imperial ships.

The Moff had removed all weak links from his forces and as he waited to see if the Derriphans and the Sith fighters would do anything, he also awaited the completion of the defensive formation, which was nearly finished assembling.

The battle had begun and Drybis now watched the battle unfold before him

He would do his duty and defend the Empire, no matter the cost.


"Sir, the
Kraken has destroyed a Sith gunship by accident as it was gunning for a New Imperial ship"

"No matter, but we should get communications with him to ensure no more accidents and to form a cohesive offensive".

"Sir patching you through to the Kraken, now".

"Good", The Moff walked over to the main holo and opened a two way communication.

"Grand Admiral Evore, this is Sith-Imperial Moff Drybis Lyken, it is an honor to finally meet you sir".

"I wish to ensure we both want to destroy these interlopers as soon as possible, I am sure you can concur".





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He glanced at the holographic display of the fleet positions incredulously. "Davak, what IFFs is that ship flying?" the King questioned as a large craft exited hyperspace and did not hesitate to open indiscriminate fire into both Sith Imperial and New Imperial assets. The core of a TIE fighter spun out with a missing wing, exploding into fire and shrapnel as it howled past the Resplendence's command tower. The screen raced to and fro between Helgard's defensive empacements and Enlil's command ship weaving a web of death for their fighters. In the meanwhile, the Resplendence had busied itself with taking aim.

"Sir, it would appear that ship is designated the Kraken, and it hails from the Eternal Empire." Davak hesitated.

"Let them tear one another apart," he flicked his wrist dismissively. "I've no patience for farcical nonsense. Inform me if they opt for cohesion, but until that time, keep full attention on-"

"My lord," Davak pointed to the readout, where multiple ships began to accelerate. "The Sith Imperial fleet has disregarded the actions of the Newcomer ship in favor of attacking us. These Derriphan class ships are moving in to attempt suicide tactics."

"Of course they are," Enlil spat dryly. "Imagine, a Sith with no regard for human life. If they are offering their lives, we will have to take them. Give me a read on those ships, quickly."

"My lord-" brilliant flashes of light appeared as their initial defensive fire almost immediately chewed through several of the Derriphans. "It would appear that these ships are completely unshielded."

"Not shielded?" the King stared at the radar officer with even more disgust than the he had at news of the Kraken. "Point defense lasers will not slow their momentum at that speed," he instructed. "Nor will we be able to outmaneuver them. Bring the Resplendence to broadside with the enemy fleet and the remaining Derriphans."

"Turbolaser batteries primed and ready at your command, sir," Davak informed him.

The NIV Resplendence lurched slowly on its axis, the maneuverability thrusters working at the apex of their capabilities to stabilize and center the massive ship. They were barely in position before the proximity klaxons were yowling. "We are not going to be afforded the luxury of time, Davak Indras, give the order immediately. Vargas, shields to full output; if anything happens to survive the first salvo, make sure they do not make contact with the hull."

"Sir! Shields at optimal, unless they have some ferocious firepower, they won't breach."

"Broadside Turbolaser batteries opening fire," Davak confirmed. The Resplendence fired into the onconcoming, unshielded Derriphan class ships with a flurry of powerful fire, hungrily seeking to chew apart the ship hulls and reduce them to slag before they came close enough to even stain the ship's shields.

"If I may?" Davak asked.

"Speak," Enlil nodded.

"These ships are incredibly dated, and the enemy commander sent them to die. It is entirely possible that this is-"

"A distraction, yes. He wants to waste our time and split us from the main force. Unfortunately for him, that was always our intention."

The King did not take his eyes off of the hologram now, a thoughtful hand on his chin. "Thus instead of fleeing, you have opted to hold our position."

"Fortify," Enlil corrected. "If the enemy wants to come for us, we will make him do it himself. If it takes every ship in his fleet to teach him a lesson, he will have learned a costly lesson."

"And the ships the enemy has kept in reserve?" Davak questioned.

"No doubt the enemy has a shred of intelligence," Enlil drawled, "even if we have yet to see proof of such. In all likelihood, the situation between these strange bedfellows will be resolved in amicable fashion for the Sith Imperials. We should operate under the assumption that their ships will commence attack after the Derriphans have been neutralized."

"Before or after the Kraken turns its guns on us?" Davak inquired, incredulous.

"We will deal with the Eternal Empire when they make themselves relevant and not before that time." Enlil pointed to the large ship on the readout. "But in preparation for that time, have the Ion Torpedoes loaded into their tubes. The scans seem to indicate high levels of shielding on the Kraken, and we will need to neutralize that before we can crack its hull."

"You have a surprising amount of faith in the Resplendence," Davak muttered.

"Confidence is pivotal in conflict," Enlil instructed. "The moment your enemy has breached your mind, you have already lost. I told you, we are going to hold this position. Now, Davak Indras, carry out those orders."

"Very good, my lord."

More turbolaser fire screamed outside of the Destroyer as the Derriphans continued to encroach, and the Resplendence slowly completed its quarter revolution.

 
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Allies: New Imperial Order l Gladius Company
Enemies: TSE l CIS l Joesph Leigh
Location: Hjallaheim, Helgard- Ahead of Friendly Lines



Tulan Kor was a man of constants.

He always made his bed in the mornings.

He always polished his shoes before he went out.

He never let anyone else touch his weapon until he turned it back into the armory.

He always made breakfast after working out- never before.

But moreso than that- Tulan Kor was always looking for his next fight, the next great injustice to be undone.


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The Sith had earned his ire on more than one occasion, on a personal level more often than not. They earned it through action, through word, and through being alone. They sealed their own fates with their own existence. In reality, it was a dialectic fate that Tulan was here. The Sith were a thesis, and he was the antithesis. In another life, Tulan would've made for a great anarchist, a man so despising governments. But his trips around the galaxy lead him here, clad in black and red stormtrooper armor. A few years ago- he would've told you that absolute freedom was the key to defeating the Sith and their ideology.

But Tulan saw what the so-called peace of the Jedi, the Alliance, the Republic had wrought. Wrought upon him, and the galaxy. Battle after battle, lives traded- brother wars for what? Peace? Profit? The Imperial Order- the Imperator, had called him directly, and he used to not understand why. It kept him awake at night, why they'd chosen to rescue him on Coruscant. But then he realized it wasn't so much them, it was destiny manifested, fate extending a physical hand to Tulan.

The Imperator gave Tulan a fight, a cause, a hope for the future. Order, stability- the idea of peace had been wiped from Tulan's mind. Peace was an idea, but not a construct. An abstract idea, only quantifiable through brief periods in time. At the same time someone was enjoying a drink by a beach, another person was being murdered for the change in their pocket. Peace was a wistful dream that all should attain to, but the reality is that it is not within the nature of any living, sentient creature to be at peace with another-

Evolution's wheels were greased with blood.

It was by this revelation that Tulan dutifully served the New Imperial Order, and with it, the Rangers he took from the Silver Jedi- after their betrayal of their ideals in the face of a threat. The fact that the Jedi, mythical warriors of old, would fold so easily in the face of a threat and compromise to appease slave-owning Hutts, caused an exodus of the entireity of Dorn Company. From Dorn came Demon, and Demon Company was the fist that the Imperator wielded for a time.

Until they were cut down in an assault to save their brethren- an assault they happily undertook. Despite his best efforts, Tulan did not perish that day,

Neither did the 14 other members of Demon Company that survived the assault. But not one did not have an injury to show for it. All were wounded, all almost perished- lest for the work of diligent reinforcements and their concentrated medical efforts following the battle. Tulan survived- with a new scar, and no worse for wear, thanks to synthflesh and a host of cybernetic parts that replaced the flesh around his upper torso that he left over the battlefield.

Black-clad Stormtroopers appeared on the horizon. Black armor, with red markings.

The Demon Company survivors.

Tulan was at the forefront, a machine gun over his shoulder, Demon Squad approaching the bewildered Stormtrooper positions. Green as they were- just by their equipment alone. Frozen as the hellscape was- Tulan only wore a beanie. His compatriots' red eyed helmets turned and scanned around. Tulan assigned each of them sectors, roughly a squad or so a piece, to command. Dorn Company was the premiere militia training group, and despite everyone's claims, Stormtroopers were very effective, with good leadership.

Tulan gently grasped a younger NCO, asking him where the Commander was. As the incoming fire increased, Tulan returned fire, standing up boldly, engaging the enemy from the shoulder with his machine gun. Red bolts of blaster fire rained down, snow blowing apart where his barrage inflicted a hefty amount of damage. He turned after the friendly lines gained the upper hand in volume of fire, and then marched towards Jorus Fel Jorus Fel .

Looking up, he saw the lights and the trading of blaster fire by the mercenaries- lead by who was referred to as Onansi of Thyrsus Onansi of Thyrsus .

Tulan had not had the displeasure of being at the receiving end of those mercenaries' weaponry. And he prayed he would never have to.

Tulan reached Tiberius, his frozen breath not matching the extreme heat his suit was keeping him in. In reality, he feared that he had the helmet on, he would've overheated in the middle of the fight. So it might've seemed odd that he was drinking from his water tube on a mountain top.

"You called, son? Good job forming a defense- not many cats around here have the displeasure of dropping where we did. We can't stay forever, though- we can't burn the fortress down from the side of the mountain, can we?"

Tulan smiled, resting the stock of his machine gun on the ground. Despite his short, stocky stature, Tulan emanated the threat of death and violence. To everyone else, that was- to the Stormtroopers, especially the newer, younger, inexperienced Troopers- Tulan was a symbol and figure to rally behind. But Tulan knew the value of giving a Commander his space to command. He wouldn't step on Tiberius' shoes- he was there to help him, after all.

And he figured Tiberius had a better plan than what he was thinking.
 
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Brigadier General- Willan Tal
1st Galidraani volunteers armoured infantry brigade
1st Battalion of the Brigade' Fighting first.'
New Imperial Order
Location: Hjallaheim city
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Ally tags: Vostok Grauv Zakaria Black Zakaria Black Ragnar the Untested Djorn Bline Djorn Bline Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Republic Engineering Republic Engineering FN-999 Enedina Tal Enedina Tal Kolson Vrask Kolson Vrask Tyrell Paxxus Tyrell Paxxus Ravraa Vyshraal Ravraa Vyshraal Noel Strasza Noel Strasza Creuat Creuat Uriel Tokarev Uriel Tokarev Arminius Arminius Jorus Fel Jorus Fel Careena Fett Careena Fett Ves Fett Ves Fett Rika Hiro Rika Hiro Black Sgáire Black Sgáire

Enemy Tags: TBA

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The city road started to become more challenging to traverse, and bits and pieces of rubble and other detritus became visible below. Tal was sitting in atop the Cataphract tank amid a Galidraani armoured column. The moment they broke through to Tiberius's lot, they were going to be under heavy attack. Their only chance of survival was Tal and Barrans columns reaching them and breaking the brutal encirclement before the Helgardi overran them. Otherwise, this was going to be the shortest rescue operation of his career.

"Enemies ahead, permission to engage sir!"


"Send the fetching lot packing, hit them with the WP rounds," Tal replied through clenched teeth, maintaining a steady watch out of the hatch, he soon ducked and closed the hatch when blaster rounds hit the tank.

"Evasive man- … Evasive m-…"


The tank in front went up in flames, hit with an ATGM from one of the adjacent bunkers ahead, the occupants toasted in their seats before they had a chance to abort the tank. Massive lasers showered them in red light, but they were missing by far, mostly pittering against the Cataphracts heavy armour. He still couldn't see exactly where on the ground they were coming from, but the tall, black towers sprouting from Hjallheim city above he saw clearly. Smaller, more rapid laser fire came from them, and they weren't going to miss.


"AIM FOR THOSE BUNKERS!" Tal shouted and signalled the driver who took the tank leftwards, the gunner spun the gun to face upwards at the enemy position and fired as did the rest of the armoured column. Tal didn't have the time to glance over his comms and radar nor even make a comprehensive guess on where Barrans men were at elsewhere. His focus was on dislodging the Helgardi – linking up with Barrans boys though paramount was a second priority right now.


Through the chaos of red bolts and explosions, he noticed that the towers on the mountain sprouted everywhere deep in the mountain in a massive network of forts and towers on the summit and ascent. They ended in flat, oval-shaped landing-pads and landing on them would've cut the travel time by half at least, but it wasn't his mission nor directive. With arms stiff as boards and throbbing headache brought on by the constant explosions, he pushed open the hatch to mark targets and give Barran a coordinate of where his column was.


<<"General Tal to Blue heart battalion, my men are bogged down at grid reference 2405, need urgent backup to break the Helgardi entrenchment over>">>


Another ATGM landed this time and hit another Cataphract, hitting it dead centre in its tracks and nearly sending the tank over on its side. They could keep hitting the bunkers with tank fire. Still, it'd not push the karking Helgardi from them entirely nor grant Tals men the ability to get to Tiberius's men with ease lest they wanted to get bloodied by determined Helgardi resistance from the bunkers and towers. For that, they'd need Black Sgáire Black Sgáire engineer boys with the flamers and explosives brought to the front, classic case of pest control although these pests were heavily armed and brave to the point of suicide which scared even the stoic Tal.
 


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S T O R M B R E A K E R

Objective: Round Two, Baby
Allied Tag: Verin Oldo Verin Oldo | Finn Roberts | Tristan Evore Tristan Evore | Moff Drybis Lyken Moff Drybis Lyken
Enemies Tag: Enlil Enlil | Scourge Harz Scourge Harz | Var Koon | Fiolette Fortan | Naier Rambeigh Naier Rambeigh


Out of all the High Marshals, and out of all the Sector Armadas, why did it seem that Kiff most often drew Sith duty whenever the New Imperial Order decided to make an incursion into Sith-Imperial space?

Planning and cross-training with the Sith Empire to face against the threat of rampant Bryn'adul expansion had only increased since the last incident over Dantooine. Regular skirmishes had even been carried out against the genocidal threat, the militaries of the two galactic superpowers fighting in tandem against their common enemy. But for the most part, being stationed in the Sith Empire for a month was tantamount to shore leave for most High Marshals.

But not for Kiff. Apparently, the galaxy just hated Kiff.

His fleet had been in the Kaas system, just a microjump away from Dromuun Kaas itself refueling at a Sith Imperial station. But when news of a sudden and unexpected Imperial attack, not on the front lines of the Braxant where the Sith were currently running a counterstrike to reclaim their formal capital of Bastion, but on the fringe, frozen world of Helgard. And once more, the fleets of the Confederacy were called to answer.

Over Dantooine, the Grand Admiral of the New Imperial Order had promised to burn Theed to the ground. And while Kiff wasn't exactly a fan of its architectural style either, that was something that he could not let happen. Better to cut them off in the bud before the New Imperial Order became a real threat for the Confederacy.

"Minutes away from reversion, High Marshal," Lieutenant Bragga reported. Her dark hair was tied back in a tight bun under her officer's cap, and an expression on her face was unreadable. She was the stolid foil to Kiff's unexpectedness and, in his opinion, brilliance, but they played along together quite well.

Kiff turned, her statement interrupting his thoughts. His mouth pursed to the side for the briefest of moments before he nodded. "Alright, from what I've been able to gather, Helgard's space and air superiority has already been won over by the New Imperials, am I correct on that?" he cast his glaze over to Comms Officer Lieutenant Verryck, in his seat at his comms station. Verryck wordlessly nodded, affirming Kiff's question, and Kiff satisfied turn back to Bragga. "Well then, let's get this chit show over with."

And with that melodramatic statement, the task force reverted into realspace, into the middle of another pitched battle.

"Alright," Kiff began, surveying the battle that was beginning to pick up the heat between the present Sith and Imperial forces. "Inform our allies of arrival, and tell them to please not shoot at us. And for now, let's save the dramatic declarations for later. I'd rather be done soon enough to get back before that new Soba shop closes."

"The Storm King will sit back and provide ranged fire,"
Kiff decided, "but not far back enough from the Storm King be out of range of the action. Meanwhile, I want the atmospheric superiority lines and carrier lines to descend into atmo and win back superiority there. We'll work our way upwards from there. Inform Fleet Marshal Oldo of that plan," Kiff ordered while Bragga sent of the necessary communications. He looked behind them to orient himself before sitting down in his admiral's chair. "And get me a drink from the lounge. I don't want to do this sober."


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  • All elements bar the Storm King are making to descend into Helgard's atmosphere. The Storm King is taking up a rear heavy-fire supportive position.

 
Breaker of Chains
Codex Judge
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Location: Sauofellslond/Hjallaheim City
Objective: Defend the City/Reclaim the City
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Willan Tal Willan Tal / DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran / Dorian Sicarrio Dorian Sicarrio / Savoh Muska / Ragnar the Untested / Kosca Gaelt
Allies: TSE / CIS Forces
Enemies: NIO / Helgardi Populace
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It had seemed like the usual defensive orders at first.

"Right Side! Right Side!"

"GET DOWN GET DOWN!"

"I've got two hostiles in that building, light them up!"

"Fire from orbit! Everyone get ba-"

That had been a wrong assumption.

Alisteri had flown in amongst a force of Legionnaires to try and establish defensive positions within the city. Orders about the populace had been vague since the start. That should've been a warning sign, but the acolyte hadn't thought much of it.

At first everything seemed normal, well as normal as a city under siege could get anyway.

Their dropships had landed and the squads had filed out to go about their orders. Alisteri didn't have any specific orders about where he should go, so he just decided to accompany one of the squads that he had rode in with. They thought it was rather odd that he was there with them, but they voiced no complaints. None that he heard anyway.

It didn't take long for things to go sideways.

Almost all at once the comms of every member of the squad crackled to life with sounds of blaster fire and the unmistakable cries of death. Confusion was evident first and foremost, none of them had thought that NIO forces had gotten this far yet. Not soon after did they all realize that the NIO weren't the only enemies on this planet.

The next thing that anyone knew, Alisteri and his allies were under fire from the buildings that they had just passed. The Legionnaires dove for cover and returned fire as best they could while the masked acolyte ignited his sabre and began to deflect all the incoming shots that he could. He had gotten fairly decent at moving the red blade just how he needed to deflect or return a shot back to the sender.

Thankfully there were only three combatants at that time, and they were put down quickly. The squad was still on edge though, and the young Sith himself was confused by the whole situation. These weren't Stormtroopers, they were too inaccurate. By that time, the comms came to life again with new orders. The city was already lost to the Helgardi, and the NIO were marching in to take it.

It was going to be a three-way war for the city.

A small part of Alisteri was excited by that prospect.

Before they knew it they wound up in another engagement with Helgardi, these ones were more accurate though. Soon enough almost every Legionnaire in the city was in some sort of combat, be it with the Helgardi or the Stormtroopers of the NIO. Not to mention the barrage of fire coming from far above the city, as well as whatever was providing close air support for the NIO on the ground.

Suffice to say, this was going to be a bloody day of war.
 


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W A R

| Location | Sauofellslond, Helgard
| Focus | TSE Forces
Destruction, chaos, and war... The three ever-present and eternal factors in which Darth Bellum drew from to empower him and drew his spiritual presence across the Galaxy at large. With the New Imperial Order waging a war of attrition with the Sith Empire, the spirit of the former Kor Vexen lived on even in death as they had been reincarnated as an entity that was fueled by eternal conflict. With the battle on Helgard, Darth Bellum had pulled himself from the ether of the Force, drawn to the battle like a moth to a flame as he intended to further stoke the fires of conflict into a raging inferno that would incinerate all caught in it.​
It brought him a sense of... pleasure so to speak to be able to watch the Sith Empire slowly crumble and burn under the weight of its greatest weakness; their pride and arrogance. For too long they had grown fat and incapable on their own success, with the belief that no one would dare touch them, let alone outright stand in complete defiance to their power and rule. Yet here they were, at the end of the New Imperial Order's blade once more, still not seeing the greater picture or into the future. Their Empire was in ruins, and soon would be reduced to a mere shadow of itself.​
Just like they had turned on the Mandalorian Empire when the rest of the Galaxy sought to tear them apart, so to would they fall to the same fate. With the growing powers of the Galactic Alliance and the New Imperial Order waging war on several fronts, along with increasing threats of infighting amongst other Sith factions that had started to rise up, the Sith Empire was indeed in its darkest hour - And Bellum would show them the folly of their ways.​
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Upon the burning streets of Sauofellslond, where the Helgardi and Sith fought alongside one another Bellum's dark gaze would fall, observing and searching for a prime target to infect with his dark desires. His ethereal gaze fell upon the Sith Knights fighting in the streets as they were battling the New Imperial forces, two Knights of no consequence being pushed to their limits as one of them had fallen into a bloodthirsty rage, whipped into a frenzy as they had lowered their guard.​
Perfect.
Darth Bellum's essence would move across the battlefield, an unseen haze moving through the ranks of those not gifted with the Force, though to those who were strong in the Force would see a dark smog, weaving its way through soldiers like a treacherous serpent as it found itself curling around the Sith blinded by rage, forcefully entering their body as they were suddenly bombarded by the collective conscious of thousands of voices and minds that had been fed to Bellum. The Sith would fall to their knees, saberstaff dropping to the ground as they let out a blood-curdling scream.​
Above all the voices Bellum's voice could be heard ringing into their mind, You let your guard down... Give in to my power and be made useful beyond what the Empire would grant you. Hunger for more... The Sith reached both their hands up to their head as they grabbed and clawed at the unseen entity that had invaded their mind before their arms dropped to either side, their upper torso relaxing as their own consciousness had faded. Both New and Sith Imperial forces would begin to converge, some perplexed at the sight of the Sith who was simply kneeling and staring up at the sky.​
A chilling aura would radiate from the Sith as their body suddenly snapped into action, raising itself up like a puppet on strings as they began to twitch sporadically for a few moments before smoothing out as they began to look themselves over, Bellum's essence having taken full control of the Sith as New Imperial Order troops fired at them, unaware that their former Warmaster had found himself a temporary host to make use of. Reaching out with the Force, Bellum called the Sith's saberstaff to their hand, activating it as a pair of crimson blades emitted from either end, swiftly spinning the blade with precision as blaster bolts were reflected back into the chests of stormtroopers.​
Sith Imperial forces in the vicinity would begin to advance, believing that they were pressing the advantage as Bellum stood amidst the chaos, the thrum of the crimson blade being heard. It was good to have a suitable vessel, even if it were temporary while their very essence was being consumed at an alarming rate. Bellum threw his active saberstaff into a wall, parallel to the ground as they extended their hand out towards advancing Sith troopers, using the Force as he yanked them into the path of the other exposed blade of the saberstaff that summarily decapitated those unfortunate enough to get caught in his influence.​
Shouts of confusion were heard as the Sith troopers began to open fire on Bellum's host, the Sith crouching low and starting to leap from wall to wall, forgoing the use of their saberstaff entirely as they moved around like a beast, evading shots with ease as they lept from one soldier to the next, breaking necks. Bellum would pounce on one trooper's chest as they pin them to the ground, Bellum's essence hanging around the Sith's body like a looming spirit as they suddenly bit down and tore their neck out with their teeth, blood spraying everywhere as despair and dread began to fill the hearts and minds of those around.​

 


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Lord-Major Erskine Barran
1st Galidraani-Volunteers Armoured-Infantry Brigade,"Tal's Devils"
2nd Battalion,"Blue-Hearts"
New Imperial Order

LOCATION:
Saoafellslond, inner-city

OBJECTIVE 2: Siege of Hjallaheim/Saoafellslond

ALLIES: Willan Tal Willan Tal Black Sgáire Black Sgáire Ragnar the Untested Kosca Gaelt Savoh Muska Dorian Sicarrio Dorian Sicarrio Jorus Fel Jorus Fel

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Seeing the engineers going to work was proving to be quite an entertainment unto itself, and Lord Erskine had an abundance of elements to distract him from the monotony of his ACV's myriad of holographic map-projections; minesweepers, flamethrowers, rocket-launchers and all their ilk were on full display, wreaking havoc and taking ground with almost-effortless ease, and Major Barran could do nothing else but dreamily lose himself in the frightening ferocity of it. And yet, what impressed Barran the most was the engineers' almost-apathetic restraint from overzealously applying themselves; though if it weren't for the insight of his short conversation with their enigmatic Major, Erskine would never have been able to guess that health-and-safety concerns were keeping them all from becoming hazards, to those engineers working around them as much themselves.

'Incredible, ah should've known oor driver wasn't exaggeratin'.... They're doin' work oan their feet in less time than it takes for oor entire battalion ti clear just half the enemy-territory. We've never rolled along so smoothly, ah swear it!', exclaimed the Lord-Major to his grim-faced adjutant, still awestruck by the efficiency of peers seldom-seen by the Blue-Hearts of the exiled Galidraani Brigade. The face of his Captain, however, was exhibiting the recognisable cringes of near-unbearable boredom, though Erskine still partly empathized with those sentiments; nothing would quite compare to the intensity of Bastion for years to come, though Erskine hoped there would be (at the very least) a few battles that would come close, even if such battles were fated to conclude all too abruptly.

<"ENX One to Cataphract crews! Snipers to the west, and arr rifles lack the range-capabilities to reach them, so we need your heavy-hittin' turrets to keep 'em off the engineers' backs. We see you itchin' over there, now show us how the Blue-Hearts would go about satisfying such a thing.">

<"Blue-Heart Bravo to ENX One! Watch this!">

Turning their turrets towards a seemingly abandoned pair of laser-marked cul-de-sacs, the Cataphracts came to life with colour and violence, destroying their targets and all the brickwork that previously shielded the sharpshooters from view. Whether they were supermarines, Sith-legionnaires or Helgardian natives, none would know or care to venture a guess as to who they'd just slaughtered; none of the Galidraanis had enough patience left to care, nor to muse on the identities of their enemies, so it looked like their collective will to see ultimate victory would take precedence until leave-schedules could be granted. Barran didn't mind this one bit, as it meant that none would be distracted from the good fight homewards for the foreseeable future; the only thing that worried him about it was the fact it could break his men in other ways, such as a newfound unwillingness to drop their guard, not even among their friends.
Glad they're loyal.... Otherwise, ah'd be mare than a wee bit concerned for mah safety.

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<"Oeg to Blue-Heart Bravo! Collapsed tower to the east, more snipers and we think some enemy tanks behind the tower-base's right-hand side. Can you show us some more o' that Cataphract firepower, bai?">

<"Shugg to ENX One! Sure thing, standby for the fireworks! Blue-Heart Bravo out!">

Climbing atop the nearest rise, (with the tank-tracks working nearly to collapse to get the Major's nearest tanks to the top) the chosen Cataphracts rolled over the gravelly husk of what had once been a household, turning all their turrets eastward to unleash their AT ammunition on the toppled tower; from center to right-hand side, the impacts unleashed a collective cloud of dust on the surrounding distant area, only to continue as an enemy tank-shell ripped the bolted-and-riveted MG from a top-gunner's hands in the momentary lull. Wild as the moment and the return-fire was, the gunner, without missing a beat, had responded by reaching inside the tank for an SA-35, then resumed his position up-top as if the MG itself had merely been subjected to a routine-removal.

<"Oeg to Blue-Heart Bravo! Excellent work, though it makes us wonder where your Droid-Technicians are hiding.">

<"Shugg to ENX One! All our DTs died on Bastion, an' we would appreciate you not bringing that up in the future.">

<"Copy that, though we'd appreciate you allowing us to drink to their memory. There are some youths among us who look up to them for their actions on Kynachi, and will probably continue doing so long after you & I kick the bucket. ENX One out!">

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The column had come to a halt near the end of Tal's original intended rallying-point, and by the time the scouts and riflemen had cleared the compound, everyone had realised that Tal's contingent had moved under pressure from some sort of small-scale, low-altitude air assault on the area. Much of the fortification had been blasted to rubble, with the rest of the outer-walls reduced to such by the burnt husks of aircraft falling from the air, (or by flying straight into the walls from feet above the ground) so it was obvious to the Cataphract crews that the Lord-Commander had his hands full at the time. Looking back to Shugg, Barran shrugged and stepped outside with his hipflask in hand, muttering,'No enough bodies on this or the other road to be a rout, Shugg.', before taking a full-hearted swig and twisting the stopper closed again.

'Ah know, jus' waitin' for coordinates. Pretty much aw we can dae the noo, Milord. So quit hoggin' aht whiskey!'

Chuckling it off together, Lord Erskine humoured his captain's jesting bossiness as he leaned in to pass the hipflask in Shugg's direction, both finally smirking again for a change, as the Lord-Major's adjutant swigged the hipflask's content as his commander would. Sitting at the entrance as he gazed on the horizon again, Barran sighed an exhausted exhalation, then admitted,'Ah'll no be soldiering for much longer, Shugg. A year or two at best, maybe more if all goes well from here. But do keep an eye oot for Tom, will ye?', without any warning or cue warranting such a statement. The request also threw the captain for a momentary loop, but he quickly understood that Barran was acknowledging his own limitations; taking it as yet another request, and to keep an eye out for a Lord-Major who's best years were behind him, Shugg finally showed appreciation for being confided in.

'Milord, you're no anywhere near done wi soldierin' yet, but ah wull! He's a Lord-Leftenant now, isn't he?'
<"General Tal to Blue heart battalion, my men are bogged down at grid reference 2405, need urgent backup to break the Helgardi entrenchment over">


 
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Ragnar the Blooded

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HELGARD
SAUOAFELLSLOND
257TH LEGION
Allies: DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran , Willan Tal Willan Tal , Kosca Gaelt, Dorian Sicarrio Dorian Sicarrio
INCOMING TO: Darth Strosius Darth Strosius
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After the initial dropping of the two-hundred fifty-seventh into the streets, the streets had become increasingly stark and quiet. Save for the sound of fire crackling and the heat that radiated from the ruins surrounding the legion, it was silent. Reports came in of perimeters being set, advanced squads delving in to engage with the Helgardi and Sith. Effectively kill squads as the rest of the New Imperial forces descended upon the world. Over head, floodlights from dropships could be seen, attempting to cut through the thick smoke in search of a secure landing zone.

"Get some flares up," the Knight Errant ordered, nodding back to one of the barely decorated stormtroopers. As he passed him, cracking the flare that burst to life in green light, Ragnar could read the etched in designation numbers. BN-321, BN-345, BN-117. He recognized them of course. He had fought alongside many of them while the battle raged on Bastion.

How had they gotten so far from home?

The thick smoke generators from the flare spewed out, flooding their immediate proximity with green smoke, and he waved the unit onwards.

This was revenge, punishment, retribution on the Sith... Whatever name they wanted to call it, this was it for them. In the aftermath of Bastion, he had quickly learned that the 257th was a green legion, marshaling forces for weeks in the wake of Dantooine's defeat. The vast majority of the legion hadn't even seen battle, stationed on Bastion, they got their final ready check when the Sith Empire's invasion force arrived. Thousands of those they had come up with in the Corps, dead by the end of the battle. The remnants? Sought combat if they were still of sound mind.

After a few minutes of marching through the silent streets, Ragnar raised his arm into a fist, the stormtroopers instantly raising their rifles around at the signal to stop. Angles were taken up. The buildings were densely packed, it was hard to maneuver a large sized force through the streets. Ragnar's danger sense tingled, whispering of the impending danger.

The turbolaser fire that had rained from the sky had since stopped once the invading force had entered the city -- reserved for clearing the path for them, now that they were establishing beachheads within the perimeter of the walls, the hateful fury of the orbiting Star Destroyers came to an end.

"If only they could light up the rest of the night," Ragnar mutters in his hoarse voice. It felt like there were a million eyes on them. On the peripheries of his vision he could see movement, he figured the stormtroopers did too as some of their muzzles tracked the moving silhouettes before they vanished behind some form of cover.

Abruptly, his danger sense screeched --

"Watch out!"

A heavy crash hit the street, and along the side of the road, Ragnar started to turn about, just as he took what felt like a club crashed into the side of his ribs. Keeling over, he stumbled into the middle of the street, closer to the towering Helgardi. Favoured by the Force, the native warrior was occupied with the stormtroopers firing on him. The aliens shoulder-mounted blaster already active, it began firing in response, blaster rifles in both hands, hosing down his platoon as he rose back to his feet. From the shadows of the alley that he had been standing by, the towering Helgardi stomped out, no weapon in sight save for its fists. Even for the ugly bastards, it looked like it was haggard, abruptly woken up in the dead of night. Solely for the fact that it was shirtless, unarmoured, and unarmed.

There'd be no honour gained in todays battle. But I'll make it quick nonetheless. Shuffling backwards as the second helgardi rushed him, with a shove of his hand, the Force answered the summoning and the invisible mystical energy held the helgardi back as if restraining him. Digits splayed out, they slowly began to curl inwards to his palm, squeezing the very being of the alien as his saberstaff snapped back to his free hand, and he jammed the top ends emitter against its chin.

SNAP-HISS.

The silver coloured saber sprouted to life as normal as ever, burning through the back of the aliens head. Collapsing to the ground, Ragnar finally relinquished his stranglehold on the Force, and the corpse slumped into itself, dead. Spinning back around to find the first Helgardi already on its knees in its death throes, a trio of stormtroopers laid unmoving on the ground, another crawling away from the dying aliens grasp. Too slow, the heavy fists of the alien slammed down into the stormtroopers helmet, caving it in as the helgardi collapsed on top of the corpse. In the following moments, there was just silence, stormtroopers staring at the hulking mass of flesh and muscle that had ambushed them.

Panting heavily, saberstaff swinging around his body to point down the street -- the direction they had been going in. "Remember the mission. No hesitation." There was no saying what the stormtroopers felt, not really, but internally, he couldn't help but to beg the question. What's the difference between them and us, on Bastion? Nostrils flaring as his features contorted into a snarl. He fought the insolence that made its face known. He was a Knight Errant, and didn't possess the title, nor the experience to question orders... To question the morality of them.

On appearance alone, he doubted his questions would be entertained.

Shocked back to reality by the sound of the marching steps of the Corps, he nodded his head in an attempt to clear his mind. "Darkness is ahead... We will face it head on." They hadn't come across the forces of the Sith Empire yet. Undoubtedly they would, the world was too close to the rest of the ancient Sith homeworlds, for this mass invading force to be disregarded.

Hundreds of metres above, he caught sight of the Corvettes that flew overhead. Under the command of Savoh Muska as the transmission said, Ragnar was wary of the corvettes, but they were a boon that could not be denied. "Hm." Thoughtfully humming, his focus was once more brought to the road ahead, and delved deeper into the city.

The reports that he was beginning to hear from advanced units was... Interesting. The Sith's legionnaires were engaging with the Helgardi? That'd make the stormtroopers job all that more easier.

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Armed with: Wind and Fire Wheels

Objective: 2 (Defend The City, Oppose NIO Forces)

Syd, unlike Darth Phyre, took zero pleasure in killing.

But she knew that was what she would have to engage in to stop the NIO.

When she had learned they were there, exterminating the Helgardi, or trying to, that was when she knew for certain they were no better than the Sith, and that the GA and SJC had been fools thinking they were. Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar had ripped the mask off completely with his failure at Dantooine. And she wouldn't let him take it out on another species. She kill as many of his forces as she could to stop that from happening, even if it meant fighting alongside Sith.

She had been aboard the Absolution, meditation in preparation for the battle, wrestling to get her emotions.

Syd had time to send a transmission to Starlin Rand Starlin Rand ...

She sent him a simple, pre-recorded transmission holo.

"Hello, Starlin..." She spoke, quiet and subdued from her recent inner conflicts, over both what she was doing and as well as her student.

"I'm going to Helgard to fight the NIO. I know things are tense right now. But I do believe I am doing the right thing. I believe this because as we speak, the NIO are deliberately attempting to wipe out the Helgardi species. Even though the Helgardi are a vassal species to the Sith, it is still Genocide. I can't abide it. I won't..."

She sighed.

"I want you to know...I take no pleasure in working with Sith. I know how evil they are...but in this case, the NIO isn't any better. They fooled the SJC, the NJO, and the GA. The mask has come off with their failure at Dantooine. Its a battle to be the next king of the block. That's all it ever was for them. I know there is a lot going on with you, and you are unsure of a lot of things. So if I die fending off the NIO...move on. Don't hate anyone. Don't seek revenge. Not against the NIO, not against other Jedi. I made my choice. I might die because of that choice. But I make that choice because I believe its the right choice to make. But promise me this...if the NIO and the NJO triumph, than I absolutely believe the days of their mutual cooperation will be numbered. They're Imperials, Starlin. There really isn't room for the Jedi way in their world at the end of it. When they turn on everyone and everyone starts getting surprised Cartoon Animal faces, feel free to rub it in to your hearts content. Nothing in the Jedi Code saying you can't gloat about being right once in a while. Make it the most smarmy gloat possible. For me."

She had sent the transmission and then headed to the Hangar

She had flown to Helgard in her modified Star Courier, transmitted friendly ID to Confederacy Forces (She was considered friendly due to proximity to Laertia Io) and had immediately begun raining death on the ground forces of the NIO, blasting apart stormtroopers and sustaining heavy fire, finally landing on a damaged landing pad deep in the city, phasing through her own ship.

Even now, she was regretful. She had wanted to be a good Jedi. Now she was here, fighting alongside what she had once been to stop what she viewed as consistently irrational action.

Syd flew through the sky above the snowy city, flakes hitting her body partly and steaming up as she dived, orange blases flaring to life as she began a murderous slashing through crowds of stormtroopers, breathing intense, bright orange flames that coursed through the joints, melting the visors on their helmets as she began viciously cutting her way through NIO in the streets, repelling hoards about to storm a Helgardi defensive point, directing tornadies of flame through hoardes of white armored troops hell bent on vengeance...

As she did, she began to think on all she had given up so far...

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<“Darth Maledictus,”> came the woman’s dry response to his proclamation, a voice of venom distorted by the helmet of the trooper she cloistered herself within.

“-your resilience.” The voice interrupted her, her work frozen in time. How long had it been since..and Lyra lifted her eyes painfully slow to witness as Avernus’ form took shape before the grand length of windows.The late afternoon sun blurred the Sith’s golden shroud, or it was but another illusion bred in deteriorating condition. Yet it was his voice that sounded real, the aristocrat and it cut through the silence.

The false air and tidings, as if he truly meant to congratulate her. Lyra was sickened by the sound. Could the others hear them now? The guards that linger just beyond durasteel walls..he had appeared in a place far too close for comfort.

His words echoed across the private apartments as if he truly stood there, like any other man might have. His hands clasped together as he appeared, limbs raising up to applaud her; the sound of clapter-hollow.

”It has grown immensely Sybila. I am loath to say my untimely death has provided you the necessary tools to actually accomplish greater feats. You’ve forced me to adapt, your mind is stronger-but how does it feel in this prison you’ve deluded yourself too?

“How?” her voice sounded distant, and the question repeated within her own mind. He was not there, lingering in it’s shadow. It proved then, that it was not sickness bred in the recess of her mind, that was separate-he was truly never gone. Now more than ever she desired answers.

The failure in her task burned in her chest. It simmered in her blood as her own home instilled an edge she had exclusively associated with the field of battle. Eyes flickered across the room to gauge, the faint hum of electricity coarse all around and the city lay in peace in the shadow of the Fortress. He had interrupted time-the first brush came violently and Lyra flinched back, claws dragging down the likes of invisible walls.

Through the Force..he had taught her how to dig and pilfer by example. As she unfurled her servo, tracing the cold metal across her eye. Lyra rose carefully to her feet, waiting with baited breath for answers. Nothing betrayed him, he was a still picture-she could reach out almost believing he truly stood amidst her quarters; alive. His mood alone always determined whether she would be faced with the semblance of truth or games and each muscle tensed, ready to snap-to react.

“How? Oh my dear it’s not me, it yourself. I’m simply thriving off it.”

He was collected, unlike the harried whispers he had chased her in circles with. Lyra’s shoulders rolled back, chin tilted up as she gauged the dead man.

“You can’t affect me now can you? I’ve ruined your little games, in time-”

“You’ve ruined plenty Sybila, but none of my plans. Do not mistake yourself, your hubris is a fickle thing after all and you reek of it,” he sneered, his form unmoved but his visage twisted violently. “You’re progressing as you should have ages ago, you’re not dead either-congratulations but you’ve failed to answer my question. How does it feel?”

The atmosphere of the room darkened as he pressed the question. Lyra’s mind reeled for an answer, something to maintain the air of her supposed bulwark. He hadn’t won, or so she insisted. Her foot carefully slid back across the cold tile, limbs raised warily as a sweat broke out across her body. He could affect that which she perceived, no..he could affect the very Force around her.

He existed but he could affect herself. He could not leave an effect..The lights flickered as the Sith loomed and Lyra tossed her hand out. Her brows furrowed together, fingers sprawled as she pushed past him and she pulled. If he wanted to haunt her waking mind..Lyra seethed, meeting the Sith’s eyes; unwavering. Throughout the apartment the machinery whirled, the noise of a growing high pitch scream emitted across the circuit board. A drowning weight surrounded her but she refused to answer to the likes of him, she did not shy away.

From the likes of her offices she dragged by a single invisible string to her hand her own saber. The blade with red crystal, the one she had focused every little wrath in to, imprinted upon and molded like a copy of her own heart.. The blade flew through the air-the metal nicked her hands and like a stolen breath the saber sung past her. Ripped from her hands by another-stolen. Alarm fille dher and Lyra swung her body around then, eyes widen and stricken as the blade ignited and not by her hand. A hellish crimson was cast across the apartments and engulfed her vision, her servo flew to shield her eyes but a cold hand strangled her neck.

“Do ask yourself, my curiosity is bleeding me dry.”

The woman's blood ran cold, paralyzed. Reason had fled her mind and she sputtered half blinded by the plasma. It hissed and snapped, the heat was too close to her face but past the violent blade. She stared into her own eyes. Lyra scrambled, her bare feet kicked out as..she..herself held the blade in place and her body was rooted there. Doubt circled her, how-and she grasped for answers.

“Your consciousness only suits the narrative you choose, you don’t fear the power, or the deeds-”

“-you just hate that we’re right about you. You despise it, it’s okay-give up that control. He doesn’t control us, or we would have never cut him down afterall,” the violent image of herself, pale and dark leered and recited in a chilling voice she had heard a thousand times before.

She looked an abomination with the shade dripping from the sockets of her eyes, scars turning inarding; rotting. She hated each mark, each cut made her tired and uninterested. Each one made her sicker. Was this who she was at this moment? What she would become or simply the twisted machinations of Avernus himself, was this what he wanted her to see?

“It is who we are,” Sybila whispered sweetly.

Lyra’s mouth gaped and her servo closed around a wrist, trying to rip down the hand that found the column of her neck. Time ceased but she realized she was gasping for breath. Her body shook unable to resist, what new twisted methods had Avernus unleashed here in the form of this doppler? The blade inched closure and the plasma threatened to sindge her very cheek.

“How many more will die before you realize that? Theses precious lives you waste when you refuse to act-” she pressed, a tell tale hiss ending behind her words.

Lyra’s chest heaved erratically, faced with the living embodiment of every little ugly truth.There was a flicker, the room was rapidly falling apart as she was shoved backwards. Never once did the blade falter in it’s threat, she could feel the burns rising and it’s wielder's hand was ever diligent. She saw what Sybila saw, faces. Each one familiar as the years had slipped away, each one turned down into the dirt, lost in the trench. Her psyche was dragged down the pit, past each bloodied body. There was Nima, her throat rendered open from the Aeten missions, Simmoes own body was eviscerated to scraps of his vissage..barely recognisable. Others followed in the wake of carnage Cinn, Lucien..the civilian, Blue, Ravraa..


Lyra the whisper was faint, and she barely recalled the floor below her feet.

“No,” her voice was hoarse, and hot tears flooded from her eyes. This body wasn’t her own, it was half owned and sliced apart. She flinched laden heavy with mounting horror. The absence of self in this place, there was not a single spark of life only the overwhelming Force that exuded from the Sith himself.

A sob escaped her. She was alone. There was no justice, no matter where she roamed, what hill she was ordered to conquer. They all died in fear, their deaths unanswered. It didn’t matter how she pulled and ripped the pale hand at her neck, it did not budge-


"You are not alone”

Her teeth grinded together and she screwed her eyes shut, the reassurance came like a stiff wind and a scream rattled in her chest. She felt the change in the air, every muscle strewn out-Lyras eyes shot open, kicking her leg out. Life flooded her limbs and she seized the thing by its arms and turned, throwing her weight aside in to the specters-casting it away. Smoke overwhelmed her and the heat of the blade passed to close for comfort, the saber burned through the couch.

In an instant the weight that smothered lifted and her hellish blade clattered across the floor-the blade deactivated. Lyra’s shoulders rose and fell with each breath and she found the room void of energy-of her tormentor but the smoldering swath cut through the furniture betrayed what had taken place. It was real..No, she reasoned. He did have an effect..or she had. She cursed every trail of thought. There was no reason and Lyra’s eyes searched frantically for a wisp of the Sith’s very presence..or not.

Kriegan’s shrill cries rose then and the lights flickered back..as if nothing had happened and Lyra turned slowly, circling the room. Sweat dripped from her brow and she looked up from as the blast doors hissed open. The black phantom of a man, faceless stepped in cautiously, visor landing on her-rifle in hand.

“Ma’am? What’s happened?” his voice was distorted by the helmet, another commando swept in behind him, weapon trained. Suspicion radiated from them and both boys wails echoed through the halls and faintly, she knew by the pull in her limbs. She needed to go to them, but she feared to touch them now-her own children.


An ugly scraping noise drifted between them as she slid back across the ice. No more than a moving mirage against the dark horizon as the tenebrae warped and reflected the ice they clashed atop, frost collected across her visor-a deep rooted cold setting into her bones. Lyra thrusted her blades into the frozen waste, clinging to them to slow the recoil of the violent cast of his hand and the Force.

Lyra skidded to halt, blackened lines etched into the ice between them. Only when she knew she would not slip did she withdraw the blades from the glacier. Her audio receptors filled with the hissing and crack of ice, bleeding together with the faint sound of static. The signal faltered again, sparking wires and hardware across her back exposed and burning. Another setback, another sacrifice-courtesy of the butcher, madman, the abomination.

<“Do not follow me where you can not go Lieutenant, maintain the assault-when I am done I’ll find you,”> she had ordered, servo raised as she redirected the task. The infantry lines of the 307th pushed through the roads of Hjallaheim behind her. The crack and echo of fire fights surrounded them as the city fell into a state of war, the fires of the bombardment ravaging the bleak city. The distant rumble of armor crept through the roads as men were dragged back from the front, it was a bloody stake but one-one for the first time she found exceptionally worthwhile.


The reports had betrayed her reason, knowing who presided over this wasteland. The shadow of Kascalion Giedfield Kascalion Giedfield cast was dark and wide, and she could feel the tug of the Force. The living will, or whatever chance of fate it may have been. She didn’t care. Through the hell storm Lyra knew the hunt that had started on the likes of Bescane, would begin anew. The woman had bid the trooper farewell and persisted through the siege, rifle discarded as she drew her sabers to find the fiend.

He was a stain that she would never be able to wash away.
“Get your hands off of her-” a scream caught in her throat, interrupted as her mother’s name was shouted. A desperate cry from her father raised, begging for him to stop. In one fell swoop, Lyra took three lumbering steps, she wasn’t close enough. Close the gap. Her hands digging across her belt-if he wanted to play these games...

Her horror mounted as she recognized the cylinder in his hand and Lyra surged forward the last few steps just as the blade ignited. The purple hue lighting of the hall, illuminating the fear etched upon the face of her mother. The sizzle cut short and fear permeated the air and Lyra’s hands shook. Her mother’s form seized in the hands of the Inquisitor, black gaping holes smoking from where he had stabbed the elder. Lyra’s body jolted, breath stolen from out her lungs. She was dead and Lyra felt the snuff of life disappear. The presence she would of known in the dark-the comfort of her mother's kiss on her brow-her steadiness. Gone.


A warning flashed across the HUD as temperatures dropped, and Lyra’s chest heaved. She was stretched thin in this chase, and her eyes flickered to the time as the hours mounted before her. How entrenched was the city now? The A.I beeped steadily as it worked through a series of new data-trickling it across the screen. Red lines highlighted the sprawling cut across his armor. The woman remembered well his gaze, he was every inch the hunter but-

It was not
close enough, her mind reeled as she weighed the sabers in hand. No matter how many times their blades crossed, her battle was only won through beguile. The woman drew her blades close, victory and dominance lapped at the edges of her consciousness. The darkness. Taking a single breath her gauntlet hooked under the blast plate anchored to her chest. It would take every tool at her disposal, and she could not afford limb or loss this time. Close the gap. A single click mute in a storm, the woman switched the emergency beacon on.

"Your victories were paved with the assistance of your allies Lyra-"

Avernus had been a living..being but the desecrated form-the decay the Sith that stood before her now had become..Lyra stooped forward and planted one boot before her and rose to her feet, crimson and green blades flourished as she raised the blades. It was doubt that stalked her now. The sway of the ice underfoot churned by the seas and she carefully adjusted her foothold; for form rigid. The ache that stretched from her limbs to her shoulders lined by a thousand needles, her arms threatening to buckle. It did not matter the hours of fatigue now mounted against her.

How far they would travel.

If she did not return.

How many soldiers had not returned, how many had and found their families sundered-murdered in cold blood. Muunlinist to Dantooine. How many years had his rampage gone unanswered, her hunt forced to a painstaking halt. The General accepted she would die before she submitted to defeat, the mantra plied itself to her bones and grip and she drove it like a wedge. The risk only a soldier could weight. Irveric could live with it, she would not. The galaxy was no safer with the likes of him. He
knew too much, the echoes of Kriegan and Corvallis drifted through her mind.. the deep rooted fear fueled her rage and the thought reverberated through her skull. Her eyes narrowed, taunt as a bow-

<“What words shall I impart to your widow Maledictus? I’ll come bearing congratulations or should I bring a battalion?”> the woman taunted.

Unseen to him she bore her teeth, drawing in a deep steadying breath. A screech in defiance bubbled-tearing from her lungs, the noise muffled by the phantom helmet. The Force erupted from beneath Lyra as she launched herself toward him, snow cast aside and she sailed through the cold winds, a hollow impact punched through her chest from the percussion. The hum of her blades betrayed her position above him in the dwindling light, but she came crashing down atop him with a heavy slash of both blades.


 
Objective 2: SIEGE OF HJALLAHEIM

Caide coughed up a lungful of soot and struggled to his feet, pushing debris and legionnaire corpses off him. He had been on a routine garrison detail, basically a glorified street cop, when the bombs hit. Caught in the crossfire, he hadn’t even had time to duck and cover before the buildings had started crumbling around his unit, burying them all in a blazing hellscape. Somehow he survived. Somehow he always fething survived to fight another day. It was getting exhausting. Still, as he clawed his way out of the crumbled twisted mess of shattered architecture and burning bodies, he shouldered his rifle and began navigating the ruined battlefield like a soldier, his armor insulating him from the worst of the howling frozen winds that battered and smothered the flames all around him. He hadn’t wanted this fight, hadn’t chosen it. But he’d damn sure win it.

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CRUSH THE THROAT
D R E A D M O T H E R
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With her undead forces occupied, the Dreadmother prowled onward, corpsely pallor as untouched and undisturbed as it had been with her arrival. None had managed to land a blow upon her thusfar, but with the nature of these things, she expected that to change soon. The question, truly, in the back of her mind was who it would be to step forward to face her directly. She didn't care for the clashing stormtroopers or the rampaging helgardi rushing through the streets, this was never about any of them- they were mere tools for her use when she deemed it fit. Sinead pulled a rasping, useless breath through her nose, savoring the stench of spoiling blood, tibanna fumes, and the smoky remnants of the New Imperial's slugthrowers.

A flash of billowing red strands against the otherwise grey background caught her gaze and she turned her glower towards it, fixating on the distant silhouette of Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim . "You look frightened," Sinead's voice cast from her frame, projected incomprehensibly through the chaos and settling around the other woman opposite of her. The duracrete spanning between them served a perfect arena, didn't it? The High Priestess considered this as she stood eerily still, ignoring the hell churning in deathly throes around her. Was the woman frightened? She didn't know for certain, nor did she care, merely, it was a game to her, as much as it was to the entity shackling her to this plane and siphoning away at her animated corpse.

The undead splayed her hands before her, some gesture of mocking welcome and greeting, an open invitation. Once more, her whispered words cast out from her through lips that barely parted, carrying over the conquest and only to the one meant to hear them. "You've lost much, haven't you? You're frightened to lose more."

Dark energies coalesced around The High Priestess's frame, wrapping and weaving upon themselves in churning shroud, spurred on by the incantation she uttered in a language she did not know. The night unfurled around her in inky mist and both hands coursed through the unnatural cloud in affectionate caress, gripping at an object that manifested as the weaving spell reached its crescendo. Left in her grip, splayed between her lengthy arms and delicate fingers, resided a javelin formed from naught but the Dark Side made manifest. Blacker than the bleakest night, no light seemed capable of touching its length, nor the broadhead of the spear crowning it. It was a void brought to bear.

The Dreadmother aligned her poise, straightening to her towering, willowy height, and gracefully threaded her grip backward over her shoulder, taking aim. She flung the weapon towards the woman across the way, bolstering the attack with the strength of The Force on her side.

"Come then, sing to me your woes."


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LOOSE ALLIES | NIO | SOM | Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar Tulan Kor Tulan Kor Jorus Fel Jorus Fel Willan Tal Willan Tal DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran Kosca Gaelt Ravraa Vyshraal Ravraa Vyshraal Ragnar the Untested Kascalion Giedfield Kascalion Giedfield
ENEMIES | TSE | CIS | FOCUS: Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim

 
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TASK FORCE 'BLIZZARD'
Armor | Rifle | Pistol | Void | Melee | Grenades

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RULE BY IRON
There was no resorting Helgard to ruin other than what was demanded of the might of its people. Blood and broken bones would win the day here, little else would suffice. Imperator, head of state, Galactic leader he may be. Warrior he was all the same. He wielded that halberd once more, an esoteric item crafted at his demande before his self imposed exile from the Sith Empire. Wielded on these frozen grounds? An ode to the part it had to play on Velmor. The death of the Devil.

Barbaric, cruel. Unfit for his station.

It couldn't be more like him.

His unit began to coalesce with other sons of the 501st, strewn between them the winter equipment of the New Imperial Stormtrooper corps, hardly any were in the full get up. Operatives like those who ran with Irveric didn't care for the obstructions. If it didn't assist in the operation, the dead weight was left.

And they pressed onward, soon finding themselves near the wall.

<"Corvus-Actual, get your unit up and over to start setting the charges, we're making our entrance."> Irveric ordered to one of his units, 501st, demolitions. A brief affirmative carried on back to Enigma. The next barking orders came the way of another designation.

<"Hardline, keep up the rear, cover our detonation."> He gave the brief order before he turned to continue his pacing. There was less threat of immediate danger as 501st air dropped in began their sweep through the streets until a bladed projectile plunged through the skull of the trooper ahead of him.

Irveric delved down to catch the corpse's descent, only for it to be accelerated by the savage plunge and stomp of a Helgardi warrior.

But this one towered above the rest. Cardinal Prime. The champion of this hold. No doubt word of Irveric's arrival, the Slayer, reached him.

He'd snuff these flames of defiance before they'd ever be granted the respite enough to light ablaze.

Irveric pounced back, grasping ahold of the shaft of his polearm as he appraised the warrior before him.

More formidable a stature than he could ever wield. Regardless, the Imperator lunged forward, swinging the blade of the halberd up toward his abdomen, stepping into the strike to force him back before angling the spear point of the polearm toward his chest, the lunge deflected with a blade of its own as the axe head dug through the armor in the strike before.

A grasp of the Helgardi's hand around the Imperator's helmeted skull forced him from his feet, slamming Tavlar into a nearby wall. Once, twice, thr- and then a vibro dagger dug into its collar bone, sending it away.

It shouted a violent cry of defiance in a foreign tongue toward the Imperial.

This test of prowess no better trial of his might.

He lurched back into the fray again as chaos enveloped the field of battle around him.

ALLIES | NIO | SOM | Willan Tal Willan Tal | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran | Jorus Fel Jorus Fel | Kosca Gaelt | Ravraa Vyshraal Ravraa Vyshraal | Ragnar the Untested
ENEMIES | TSE | CIS | Joesph Leigh | UX-0626 UX-0626 | OPEN FOR ENGAGEMENT

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