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Annihilation Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Be careful what you wish for.
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“Evil is powerless if the good are unafraid” ”- Ronald Reagan


[SIDE NOTE- Any communication inside of this style of brackets is to be looked on as COMMS traffic]

I’m still here.

Offering a “forearm bump”, much like a “fist bump” or a handshake, the massive Jedi Master that is Caltin Vanagor took a deep breath and a grin he looked around for anyone else that wanted to go as well. Would they join? Would they go off on their own? It was up to his fellow Jedi and was more than okay regardless of their decision, but either way, they had to go and do so now. A collection of Padawans and Knights were gathering, and it was now a question of whether or not all were fully aware of what was about to happen. Was he?

If we don’t act now, this planet will fall. Regardless of what we do, this planet will fall. There is something happening… not sure what… but something is going down and is in direct connection with what just happened to us here. If you do not wish to come with us, there is no shame, I cannot promise anything other than what will happen if we do nothing to intervene.

” I’m still here…”

Interesting words when you think about them. Three simple words and one simple expression that can be used anywhere. The words can be singular in vernacular or even anthropomorphic. The Jedi have been under assault by the Sith for several Millenia, the first purge, the second purge, the Hyperspace Wars, all of it. The Jedi have befallen nothing but strife and misery at the hands of the Sith, even during the times of peace. Yet, no matter what each attempt at the destruction of the Light side had brought on the Jedi would return, the Jedi would fight back.

The Mandalorians fought the Jedi to within an inch of their lives, nearly destroying the Republic in its entirety. The Sith, on multiple occasions, has destroyed nearly everything of any significance to anything, not theirs, even controlling the Republic for a time. Fallen Jedi have returned and used their knowledge to bring the galaxy to its knees, yet the Jedi come back for more. Even in today's times, the Bryn’adul was a force never before seen, wreaking havoc across the galaxy and seemingly invincible with strengths and technology specifically targeting weaknesses of the Force itself, but they too were pushed back and forced into near hiding.

” I’m still here…”

Even the Sith, in their differences, their infighting, their civil wars, and fracturing never truly change. The mindset of the Sith at its core is admirable, they simply want to evolve just like anyone else, to better themselves. The rub is that they believe that evolution is only possible through strife “Only the strong survive”. Somehow through all of this, they continue with assaults, with waves of destruction and despair they would rally and destroy Jedi history. Coruscant, Ossus, Tython, all of these planets in the past, and more have been targeted for destruction in some way shape, or form, yet here they stand, surviving conflict after conflict.

” I’m still here…”

The more that the planet went through, the more it seemed to fight. Caltin himself could feel this, as “The Birthplace of the Jedi” was experiencing the destructive effects, at least around the Temple ruins, he could feel as if the planet itself, in the Mantle and the Crust the big man felt like the planet was “a partner” in his and his compatriots struggle to save it. He could feel like the planet was not failing to hold, but fighting to withhold, almost as if he did not know any better, Caltin was helping Tython save itself. It is said that every planet has its own soul, if that were true, Tython was not out of this just yet.

” I’m still here…”

Then there was something on the Horizon that he could see, maybe not “hear” but could see something flying, low and fast. It was something mechanical to be sure. So he wondered, putting on his comm-link once again, the big man tapped it quickly. The massive Jedi Master glanced up to the skies, he could see the SJDF ships in and among the heavens very much in a fight for their own lives with the Brotherhood of the Maw, and more directly “The Final Dawn”. The thought gave him pause and just how much was at stake here and just how many were trying to destroy the planet and just how many more forces were here to stop them.

[” WHAT?!... Sorry, what do you need from me, ‘General’?”]

Okay, the initial response was off-putting but it was in the heat of battle, the Admiral ( Liram Angellus Liram Angellus ) had a lot on his plate, and the last thing that he needed right now was to deal with distractions so Caltin easily let it go. What made his eyebrow raise in annoyance was the (although good hearted) rib that always seemed to find its way underneath his skin, the old “General” reference to Jedi Knights and Masters during the Clone Wars. A moment went by before the massive Jedi Master responded to the call.

[Could you spare any transport?]

[” What do you need? “Transport? Yeah, yeah I got you. I’ll get’em your way sit tight”]

[Thank you, Admiral.]

He was honest in that he did not what to bother Angellus, but they needed the help at the moment. There was really no other way to get this done. They needed to get moving and to get moving now. A cheeky grin crawled across his lips as he was looking around at the Jedi who were not either securing the area or moving on to the next battle. There was a war going on and conversations needed to be “short and sweet”.

“Another day in the life”, eh?

It took a few tense minutes to pass before the request was answered, no less than twelve Cherub Gunships were zooming in. Sleek and effective they stayed well below any active scanning so as to not only avoid detection but to avoid anti-aircraft weapons as well.

[Master Jedi, this is “Ares 1” on approach, we see you and are making for a “combat extraction,” sir, sit tight and we’ll be getting you where you need to go in just a few.]

[Acknowledged Gentlemen, safe travels, don't endanger yourselves on our account.]

[Heh heh, don't you worry about us, sir. We're not helpless.]

Just like that, the sleek weaponized troop transports were hovering and circling overhead five of them then found their way to the ground. One of these landers was acting as a sort of “ground protection” as the others were in the air. The other four were taking in Jedi, troops, anyone who wanted to come with them, they would go wherever asked, but it had to be one location. They needed to do this “together” but what, really? What were they going to do? Were they hunting down Sith? They had plenty of them here. Were they joining the fight elsewhere? Where? There was a feeling though, something that Caltin needed to do as others climbed into the transports. He needed to survey what he was able to do and what was so special about it.

” I’m still here…”

Kaleth… we need to get to Kaleth…

Maybe it was the Force? Maybe it was his being a very amateur longtime history buff? Maybe it was just dumb luck? The “Why?” and the “How?” were completely irrelevant right now. All that mattered was getting it right. All that mattered was finding and stopping whatever plot was afoot. Yes, there were dozens of different plots, plans, and objectives out there, but there was one that was close and one that took precedence. The rest would need all of their help, but they could do nothing until this current threat to the very land itself had to be stopped. There was always a threat, but this was bad. Though at what cost, the planet would survive

” I’m still here…”

Finally climbing aboard, the big man yelled out to the cockpit.

Kaleth… stay low and scan for abnormal energy readings.

The pilot, Captain Mayrath(Marine Ranks, equal to a Lieutenant in the Navy) knew not to question these sorts of orders, he had seen the Jedi work and knew of Vanagor’s reputation. If he made a call for something, there was a reason for it.

Ever have a period in your time where you just want to see something end just so it could be over? Ever feel that while you know there is a light at the end of the tunnel, you just want it to be right in front of you, right now? That's the way Caltin has been feeling for the past couple of days, you see he has been on a quest to right things in a manner and a way in which he never knew he could. Sure many may know of this at this point, but there's something that no one knows except for him.

He's mad.

"Jedi aren't allowed to be mad", some of you may be thinking right now. That's half true, everyone has emotions, everyone deals with them, even Jedi. Frell, Caltin himself says that it's how you deal with them that makes you who you are. Caltin is no different. No, he’s not mad at the changing galaxy and ever-changing ways of thought, it was what it was. He’s not mad about the Brotherhoo…okay he WAS mad, but “attachments” or not, Tython, Csilla, Coruscant… they all meant something to him, to the galaxy. The thing is he could let that go. No, in reality, he may be mad at them, but not about anything going on right now.

He's mad at himself.

For the “stand-offish” life he led, for the mistakes he made, for everything he had done to this point that he justified but knew in his head was wrong. No, Caltin Vanagor did not do evil deeds, not by a long shot, and he was by no means some kind of “renegade” or even a “way seeker” to some level, but he was someone who did not hold back, and that was something that always held him back. There was also something else. He'd never been a father before at that point. He was not controlled by his emotions, but they were there. He was mad because on some level he blamed himself for something that he had no control over. He was mad at the lives that have ended yet he stood there on that gunship.

As always though, the massive Jedi Master remained true to what he was, a man who needed to be able to look at himself in the morning, to do the right thing. Those lives that joined the Force, they would not do so in vain, he would remember them, remember them all. His attachment to those he knew, would be his inspiration, his drive to be the person that they were meant to be. There are constructive ways to experience the emotions he did not hide having, this was one of them, after all, Vanagor was older (technically) than many of them combined. The bottom line is that yet again, he had to find meaning in kids dying…

” I’m still here…”

“Master Jedi! We’re getting weird readings on a flood plain not that far between here and Kaleth.”

Get us there!

Swiftly the squadron of gunships screamed across the badlands not only dodging weapons fire when and where possible but hitting targets of opportunity. Before long the Jedi, the troops, the Rangers, all of them were landing as the gunships remained to secure their position then the squadron leader pulled everyone back up just as quickly for a single reason.

Bad readings…

Before being asked, "Why?" he ordered turrets to fire on the earth itself until a hole was found... about five hundred feet down. There was a tunnel? Some level of gas was spewing out into the air. That was not natural, nor the coming from it. Looking down at the hole, there was no question what was about to happen next, the big guy was going to do something most would consider “reckless” and even more would consider “stupid”, but it was him, he made it work and stepping off the gunship and dropping into that hole was just what he does.


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They found them.

He saw droids, cultists, and hooded figures. All of them were doing the unthinkable in the most despicable of ways, but his hunch, the Force’s strength, all paid off. As more and more Jedi, Rangers, and troops either dropped or rappelled down into the hole, they had begun to draw attention. Not enough though, so the big man went with the thought in his head, and symbolically (he did not have to do this physically, just think about doing it) reached out and “grabbed” a droid lifting it through the Force.

As documented, his connection to the Force was more “electrical” now, it acted by his thoughts, and allowed his physicality to take more root when and where it could. However, every now and then, a display would prove a point and as this battle droid hung in the air, currents of electrical energy flowed from his arm out and around the droid. This was not affecting the metallic warrior much at all, it was not meant to, he was simply holding it up until he began to close his hand into a fist. The mass of durasteel and plasteel crumpled, crinkled, and crushed into a very distinctive ball. With a “clank” the mass finally received the request that the (former)droid’s now destroyed vocabulator had made unsuccessfully. This was not good, their work was interrupted, and they had a planet to wreck. There was a problem though.

I’m still here.


Location: Jedi Temple Ruins

Allies: Coren Starchaser Celeste Rigel Tracyn Ordo Zark San Tekka Cotan Sar'andor Asha Vynea Romi Jade Justice Lesan Asmundr Varobalder | Team Lightside

Enemies: Darth Libertas Scylla AI | Team Darkside

 
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In Umbris Potestas Est
Allies: Tor’r Tal’Verda Tor’r Tal’Verda Kralmus Orr Kralmus Orr Vorm Vorm
Enemies: Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen Romul Saxon Romul Saxon Varik Awaud Varik Awaud Gwyneira Vizsla Gwyneira Vizsla Vulcan Krayt Vulcan Krayt Fenn Stag Fenn Stag Shakka Bralor Shakka Bralor Kaz Krayt
Engaging: Runi Kuryida Runi Kuryida


A wooden weapon resistant to Dark Side Tendrils? A Force weapon. How intriguing and unconventional! Neither weapon in this fray was anything short of unusual. Onrai's hands pulled the hilt of her profane weapon across an arc, catching the second sword as she sought to loop the errant blade around the weapon to give it a firm tug and remove it from its owner's grasp. Though this was but a small point of her consciousness's focus as other invaders were being attacked by her possessed features of the ship's structure and systems, it was her current focal point. She could nary allow a Mandalorian to get one over on her.

Especially after the oven incident decades ago...
 
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Benûwia Antares / Darth Xanesh / Ireria Antares
Sith Lord, Sith sorcerer, alchemist, historian, Archon of the Primyn Group, Owner of UAAK and GBATS
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Objective: Investigate, fight the enemy.
Location: Ruined Temple, Tython
Equipment: Kaldrweave Robe | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Red blade lightsaber (Benûwia) | Red blade lightsaber (Ireria) | Amulet of Many || Empyrean gland || OPBC-01m
Tag: Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield
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[ Final Days ]
<"Sith or ur-Kittât"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>

  • Xanesh dies.
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Benûwia Antares / Darth Xanesh / Ireria Antares
Sith Lord, Sith sorcerer, alchemist, historian, Archon of the Primyn Group, Owner of UAAK and GBATS
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Objective: Investigate, fight the enemy.
Location: Ruined Temple, Tython
Equipment: Kaldrweave Robe | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Red blade lightsaber (Benûwia) | Red blade lightsaber (Ireria) | Amulet of Many || Empyrean gland || OPBC-01m
Tag: Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield
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[ Final Days ]
<"Sith or ur-Kittât"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>

  • Xanesh investigates the ruins and welcomes Thurion.

Xanesh has not found her place since the Sith Empire collapsed and the Worm Emperor took control of the empire. The old Sith Lady did not accept the new views and as it became apparent that she could not retain the power she had built for more than a decade, she preferred to leave. Here, in this age, in the present, she didn’t have to leave so much behind, but she wasn’t happy. Xanesh has since spent most of her time researching archaeology and research. As always. She found a new home in the Maw, but they didn’t feel really at home.

The methods were too aggressive for two Sith Ladies as old and tired as Benûwia and Ireria. Even Benûwia was tired of this. And since Csilla, both of them, and so Xanesh herself has seen the visions, the dreams. They were on Voss for a while, which is Ireria's other home, but after the Ashlan Crusade occupied the planet, they couldn't return there either. In fact, they have never really found a place in this world, in this time. Everything changed too fast, they were old and wanted a quiet life.

They had not been involved in war for a long time. Now they are made an exception. Before the fight reached this place, the woman examined and looked at the Jedi ruins. After all, she was partly an archaeologist. It's always been fun. After that, however, hell broke loose and the fight began. She could feel the Jedi approaching, and she was still meditating and maintaining Force Storm and Battle Meditation nearby. After all, the old lady was a sorcerer rather than a swordswoman.

She knew her fate, but that didn't mean she wouldn't kill as many Jedi today as she could. Because Xasneh intended to send a lot into the Netherworld. The Sith Lord opened her eyes as she sensed the person approaching. Xanesh, now in an old female body, after the shape-shifting, folded the hood over her head and emerged from the ruins. HSh looked around, recognizing Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield , the High King of Midwinter, Former Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi Order. A worthy opponent.

"Lord Heavshield, we welcome you!" she greeted the Jedi.

She felt the effect of the ritual, she heard the words, "Hâsk jiaasen!" from hundreds of thousands, millions of throats. All the warriors tied their lives, their souls, to Dark Voice. She looked at the Jedi, calmly, peacefully.

"You're late, it's over!" she told him.

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Allies: Coren Starchaser Celeste Rigel Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Tracyn Ordo Zark San Tekka Zark San Tekka | Team Lightside
Enemies: Ardana Vorco Ardana Vorco (engaging) Darth Libertas (in vicinity) | Team Darkside
Location: Ruined Temple


The battle was joined now in full, with the Jedi strike teams of Vanagor and Starchaser converging on the temple ruins. Blasters were fired point-blank, lightsabers clashed, and fists were thrown. It was a complete brawl, one that the towering Valkyri was more than suited for; Thurion's fighting style more often than not incorporated jaw-breaking punches and bone-crushing grapples, utilising his superior physical strength and size to his advantage. Besides this, it was also the less lethal way to take down an opponent for a man who abhorred killing if he could help it.

"I don't drink caf," he called back to Caltin while lifting another enemy off his feet and throwing him into a nearby tree with such force it uprooted and fell over, crushing several others. "Wife's tried to warm me up to it for ages, still can't stand it!"

As yet another Mawite charged him, the Jedi Master summoned into his palm his ignited saber still buried in the chest of a previously felled foe just in time to sever the raving madman's hands clean off, following up on the swipe with a roundhouse to his chest, sending him flying.

By now he'd caught glimpse of someone he never would have expected to see ever again, and as he held another enemy in a painful joint lock he was stunned to realise it was truly him. "Tracyn! What are you--" He gave it a good snap, pulling the poor sod's arm out of its socket and letting him drop naturally to the ground before finishing him off with a stomp to the throat.

But before he and Tracyn had the chance to reunite in earnest, another made their sinister presence known. An older woman, from the looks of it, but one unmistakingly aligned with the dark side. Didn't take a genius to figure out which side she was on. She called him out, specifically.

He turned to Tracyn, patting him on the shoulder as he bid him good fortune. But then he added something so cryptic that again served to give him pause.

"Asha...?"

This wasn't the time to stop and find out what Tracyn had meant by that, for the battle soon separated the two as Thurion faced the Sith Lord, azure lightsaber at his side. The two carved out their own little arena amidst the chaos, circling one another like two predators awaiting the opportune moment to strike.

"You have me at a disadvantage, Lady Sith," he replied, offering a slight bow of his head while holding her corrupted gaze without fear. "The Brotherhood will not succeed. By attacking Tython, you've just united every Jedi faction in the galaxy where before there was disunity."

Thurion would then assume the wide stance of Form V long since mastered, lightsaber at the ready. "Ladies first."

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Benûwia Antares / Darth Xanesh / Ireria Antares
Sith Lord, Sith sorcerer, alchemist, historian, Archon of the Primyn Group, Owner of UAAK and GBATS
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Objective: Investigate, fight the enemy.
Location: Ruined Temple, Tython
Equipment: Kaldrweave Robe | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Red blade lightsaber (Benûwia) | Red blade lightsaber (Ireria) | Amulet of Many || Empyrean gland || OPBC-01m
Tag: Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield
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[ Final Days ]
<"Sith or ur-Kittât"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>

  • Xanesh summons a Darkshear, but not attacks Thurion yet.
  • Xanesh tries to arouse doubt in her opponent.

"We are Darth Xanesh!" she introduces herself.

She did not particularly expect the man to know her name, although Xanesh was the person who held the rank of Pillar of Advancement in the Sith Empire after the death of Darth Prospero. That is, she was the Dark Councillor for Science. True, it's been more than a decade, slowly, and a half. A lot has changed since then. Maybe she felt the best in this world then. Since then? It was something like it used to be when she lived under Vitiate's reign.

The cycle always goes on.

Sure, she loved the theory of shaping the galaxy in the image of the Sith, but Xanesh only saw another Vitiate behind it. And it was tiring; she wasn't entertained anymore. Once upon a time, she was afraid of that, from the passing. Not specifically Xanesh, but rather Benûwia; Ireria never. And yet at their first death, their souls were locked in a gem and united, so Xanesh was born. They waited there for millennia before they finally occupied a body. The accident denies them ever being part of Netherworld. Maybe, maybe this ritual will change it.

"If so, where are the Silver Jedi Concord's forces? Or where is Saint Holy Kaiser of the Ashlan Crusade? As if I know well, they are nowhere. Ashla's light goes out today, Bogan will overcome. Even if you win today, the Jedi's time is over." she told him.

The world will change today, no matter who wins. The Sih Lady knew exactly that; that was the reason she came too. She watched as the man pulled out her weapon and took the Shien form. It was also Xanesh's preferred form. However, she didn’t reach for the lightsabers on her side. She reached into the Force instead. She remembered for a moment her first battle in this age with Adenn Kyramud

The Sith, the Jedi, the Mandalorians, none have changed over the millennia. They will have to after today…

In her hand appeared a spear of midnight black consisting of Dark Side energies. A bitter smile appeared on her lips. She had not yet attacked, but rather tried to arouse doubt in the former Grandmaster.

"The Jedi are always the ones who want to start the fight in a hurry…" she took only one step closer. "Have you ever asked yourself if it makes sense? You're trying to kill us, you might succeed, you might not. Does a killed Sith change anything? If you want to achieve something here, shouldn’t you be at the scene of the ritual?" she asked him.

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Allies: Coren Starchaser Celeste Rigel Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Tracyn Ordo Zark San Tekka Zark San Tekka (and others) | Team Lightside
Enemies: Ardana Vorco Ardana Vorco (engaging) Darth Libertas (in vicinity) (and others) | Team Darkside
Location: Ruined Temple


Thurion watched closely as the Sith identifying herself as Xanesh pulled from the depths of the dark side an onyx spear wrought in shadow, rather than brandishing the traditional lightsaber. An unexpected move, but one he was not unfamiliar with from prior encounters. He'd been a Jedi a long time, he liked to imagine he'd seen it all by now.


"The Light of Ashla can never be snuffed out, nor the Dark of Bogan. The Force always finds a way to balance itself, be it through the actions of the chosen few or through the natural course of time. Without the Jedi to narrow their focus, the Sith too would fall through constant in-fighting. I've seen it countless times before. Your misguided need to cause suffering inevitably serves as your own downfall, and you have no-one to blame it on but yourselves. I pity you."

His stance slightly shifted, from that of the more defensive aspect of Form V to the offensive Djem So. She'd done enough stalling.

"I am not alone. My faith is in my friends. Were I to fall, they will stop you."

Every single Jedi fighting on Tython at this very moment was his brother, his sister, and no force in this universe was, in his mind, more powerful than that of family; duty; honour. The Jedi were all of these and more.

Enough talk.

Thurion seized the initiative, quickly closing the distance between the two duelists in order to fight her on his terms. He used the momentum to his advantage, raining blow after blow down on the Lady Sith, looking to overpower her quickly in order to rejoin efforts to stop the ritual.

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Benûwia Antares / Darth Xanesh / Ireria Antares
Sith Lord, Sith sorcerer, alchemist, historian, Archon of the Primyn Group, Owner of UAAK and GBATS
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Objective: Investigate, fight the enemy.
Location: Ruined Temple, Tython
Equipment: Kaldrweave Robe | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Red blade lightsaber (Benûwia) | Red blade lightsaber (Ireria) | Amulet of Many || Empyrean gland || OPBC-01m
Tag: Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield
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<"Sith or ur-Kittât"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>

  • Xanesh joins to the ritual and warned Thurion about the death of the Light of Ashla.
  • Xanesh attacks back.

"Hâsk jiaasen!" she whispered barely audibly as she joined the ritual as well.

Although she did not hope that this would be of any use to her. Her soul and life have long been doomed. Sometime when she first started working with sangnir, thousands of years ago. But maybe, maybe it won't be in vain. Xanesh knew she could never get into the Netherworld, so it didn't really matter. As for her companies, they were already in the right place. She's already spoken to the Primyn Group, Darth Maledictio will take care of her present heritage.

Chuckling at Thurion's words, she felt Vinaze's strength as the eldritch Sith Lord was already in the right place. Exactly as Xanesh had seen it before.

"Oh, we’re talking about the girl, not the Force, not the Light Side. About the daughter of the Sith Lord and the Force Entity. About the Light of Ashla, whom the Crusade considers Living Saint. You will lose the Ashlan Crusade before the end of the ritual." she told him, and an evil smile ran down her lips.

She did not ask for the man's pity, the old Sith Lady did not consider her life pitiful. She lived a lot, she was successful, she was a winner, a conqueror. Maybe she only regretted the ritual that made her here now and not in the Netherworld. But other than that, nothing. Nearly five thousand years passed, but there was still, still a large number of her descendants, many of whom she knew, knew their identities. How many could have said all this? Probably not many.

"Keep your pity for those who need it, Jedi." she told him.

She smiled again at the next one, the man was still blind and did not understand anything. But Xanesh didn't want to explain it to him anymore. Especially not because the man had already attacked. Xanesh knew Thurion was old, too, but he was still moving deftly and quickly. But the woman, too, since Xanesh did not move like an old woman. In fact, the body she was in was barely thirty-five years old, still almost childish, but shape-shifter. Thus, it was not difficult to choose the appearance of an old woman, but it did not have any disadvantages for her.

She avoided the first blows and cuts, and then she tried to take advantage of the fact that she didn't have to go too close because of the spear, trying to pierce the former Grandmaster with the quoted spear in the middle of her chest.

"And the moon is lost, too! Ashla is bleeding!" she said.

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Allies: Coren Starchaser Celeste Rigel Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Tracyn Ordo Zark San Tekka Zark San Tekka Madison Starr Alessandra Io Alessandra Io Wedge Draav Osarla Ridor Osarla Ridor @Anyone at the Ruined Temple | Team Lightside
Enemies: Ardana Vorco Ardana Vorco (engaging) Darth Libertas (in vicinity) | Team Darkside
Location: Ruined Temple


  • Thurion shatters Xanesh's spear before disengaging temporarily.
  • He pours all his strength into establishing a massive Force Barrier around the Temple Ruins.
  • He calls upon other Jedi through the Force to aid him in strengthening the Barrier.

Thus commenced that most ancient of tests, where one champion is pitted against another in the neverending crucible of war. It had existed far longer than either Sith or Jedi, would no doubt exist long after both orders were long gone; a mere footnote in the overall history of this galaxy. Even this cataclysmic battle would one day fade from memory to the point where only learned scholars and researchers are privy to its occurrence.

The Jedi Master was astounded by the speed at which the elder Sith moved, dodging his opening flurry of attacks with surprising agility belying her years. A sudden jab from her darkshear spear forced Thurion to stop and turn sideways, letting it penetrate through his outermost layer of robes. Using it to his advantage, he spun in place to the point that his robes came off and entangled themselves around the tip of her spear.

He then gripped the temporarily pacified end of the polearm with one hand, relying on his superior physical strength to hold it in place as he raised his lightsaber above his head in order to land a powerful blow and hopefully sever the spear in two.

But then his entire being froze in place, and his eyes turned skywards.


"No..."

One of Tython's moons had fractured into pieces, with several fragments sent hurtling down towards the planet's surface. Ashla, the very namesake of the Light side of the Force, had been rent asunder during the course of the battle. He understood now what Xanesh had meant.

Thurion's gaze fell on the Lady Sith, his expression gradually shifting from that of painful disbelief to that of bitter rage. Rather than use his lightsaber, he instead wrapped his hand around the shaft of the spear, ignoring the pain of doing so. A bright light was emitted from his palm; a light so bright it burned through the darkshear until it was severed in half. He then flung his half towards Xanesh, but only as a distraction. He knew she'd deflect the incoming projectile, but it gave him precious time to call on the Force for a powerful thrust of energy sent her way, capable of leveling entire buildings.

Even should she jump out of the way in time, the mighty Force Push would sow chaos in the Sith ranks as dozens were sent flying, freeing up many Jedi to further push on the Temple Ruins.


"COREN," he roared across the battlefield, seeing him face off with another Sith in the distance. "LOOK TO THE SKIES!"

Through their merge in the Force, some of the Jedi in his vicinity gathered around him, acting as his shield. The Lion King raised both hands to the heavens above, drawing further upon the powers that he'd honed over his lifetime to erect a Force Barrier covering a large part of the surrounding area, protecting those within against the rain of celestial projectiles.

Maintaining such a vast barrier alone was extremely draining, but as more and more of his brothers lent their aid to sustaining the shield the burden was gradually lifted. As additional barriers were established, eventually they would link up to cover more and more of the battlefield.

At this very moment, Thurion could not help wonder whether the name of Heavenshield had been placed upon him all those years ago for this very purpose. To save the birthplace of the Jedi Order from certain destruction.


"Lo, there do I see my father," he found himself reciting the warrior's prayers of his homeworld, unintentionally sent to others through the Force merge. "Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers. Lo, there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning!"

Visions of lost family members appeared before him in his strained state. Perhaps it was the delirium of fatigue, or some tear through the Force was playing tricks on him. Perhaps the very gods had sent their spirits to embolden him.

"Lo, they do call to me. They bid me take my place among them, in the Halls of Eternity. Where the brave... may live... forever."

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Benûwia Antares / Darth Xanesh / Ireria Antares
Sith Lord, Sith sorcerer, alchemist, historian, Archon of the Primyn Group, Owner of UAAK and GBATS
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Objective: Investigate, fight the enemy.
Location: Ruined Temple, Tython
Equipment: Kaldrweave Robe | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Red blade lightsaber (Benûwia) | Red blade lightsaber (Ireria) | Amulet of Many || Empyrean gland || OPBC-01m
Tag: Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield
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[ Final Days ]
<"Sith or ur-Kittât"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>

  • Thurion shatters her spear and the Force attack was successful as well.
  • Xanesh lost consciousness for a few moments inside the ruins.
  • Xanesh tries to attack Thurion with Force lightning.

The result was not important to Xanesh, the point was to keep the fight going for as long as she could. If she wins, she can end up with the next cut or stab. The point keeps the Jedi occupied until Solipsis ends his ritual. The more they die in these holy lands, the more successful the ritual will be, the stronger it will be. Holy? She thought for a moment; to one side it is definitely sacred, and to the other it is infinitely cursed.

Everything happened exactly the way the Dark Voice wanted it…

The woman expected the man to be better than the spear would hit him, and indeed he was. In the end, she just stabbed the man's robe and tore it apart as wrapped it around the spear. Although it fell off very soon. That's when the "meteor shower" started in the sky. And the woman was prepared for the attack, which could be so strong that the spear would disappear, but her words then distracted the man, who finally noticed that Ashla was falling to pieces. The next step, however, surprised her.

A mocking smile first appeared on Xanesh's lips as she felt anger from the former grandmaster at the sight in the sky. The next one came as a surprise. The man shattered the spear with the Lightside's power. The Sith Lady had indeed avoided the piece of spear flying towards it, which was shattered afterwards, but it allowed Thurion to accomplish what he wanted.

Although the woman was still able to create a telekinetic shield around her, the ground still disappeared from under her feet and the other Sith and Mawite forces flew back into the ruins. She probably lost consciousness for a few moments, because by the time she opened her eyes among the ruins and debris, Tython was also starting to rage. She felt the earthquakes, saw the earth open and the lava flow. Xanesh felt the wrath of the planet.

<"Good!"> she said.

She came out of the ruins, looking for the Jedi, especially Thurion. She saw him and the other Jedi were trying to maintain a Force barrier. Xanesh didn't want to get any closer yet. The Sith Lady reached into the Force, began to concentrate; after all, she has always been more of a sorcerer. As the Force energies began to gather around her, the woman rose a little into the air. Countless purple lightning danced around her and in the air.

She pounded all the summoned Force lightning, dozens, to the place where Thurion was just meditating and praying…

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Allies: Coren Starchaser Celeste Rigel Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Zark San Tekka Zark San Tekka Tracyn Ordo Madison Starr Alessandra Io Alessandra Io Wedge Draav Osarla Ridor Osarla Ridor | Team Lightside
Enemies: Ardana Vorco Ardana Vorco (engaging) Darth Libertas (in vicinity) | Team Darkside
Location: Temple Ruins


As more and more joined in the maintaining of the barrier, the burden placed upon Thurion's shoulders was incrementally eased as the initiator. To cover such a wide area all alone was no small feat, but drawing upon such forces was unsustainable for one person, even someone of his ability. But, as he had stated before, he was not alone. No Jedi was ever alone. The very spirits of uncountable generations stood with them this day.

With his focus placed solely on maintaining the barrier as large pieces of Ashla rained down on them, he was unable to predict his opponent's next move. She had yet to be dealt with, having only been clear from his path for but a small time. Safeguarding his fellow man always took priority to defeating his enemy, for if he possessed the power within him to save a life, how could he not? Such is not merely the way of the Jedi; it is the way of all decent folk.

His senses alerted him to the threat of Xanesh's electric attack as they closed in, but was due to the strain of the barrier slow to counter it. Another Jedi had stood in the path of the lightning strike, only to be overpowered by it. Thurion reached out with his left hand and influenced the lightning to bounce over to him, releaving the brave Jedi Knight from its incredible pain as he fell to the ground dazed by the brief encounter.

There the Jedi Master stood locked in place, trapped between giving power to the barrier being repeatedly pounded from above while also deflecting the constant stream of Sith lightning, with one palm facing up and the other facing forward. His senses were already being overloaded, his energy fading swiftly. He'd been brought to his knees. His gaze looked past the Lady Sith cackling as she poured her all into the decisive attack, towards a set of golden gates towering in the distance, gleaming brightly against the dour backdrop. All the noise of battle, all the screams, went silent.

Recognising the golden gate, he felt an overwhelming sense of calm. His defenses began to falter as he started to give in to the sensation.

"Forgive me, my love," he said, knowing then that he would not be coming home after all. The Golden Hall of the Allfather beckoned, where he would be reunited with all those he'd lost over the course of his long life. Knowing what lay ahead, he felt ready.

Thurion's will was still wavering when suddenly the skies above were lit by waves of pulsating light, drawing his unfocused gaze for but a moment. In that moment, he witnessed Caltin Vanagor's sacrifice to destroy many of the incoming lunar projectiles before inevitably falling to his demise. It was at this moment that the Lion re-emerged, and his vision of the golden gates vanished into thin air.

With the majority of the pieces of falling moon being heavily reduced in size or wiped out completely, Thurion finally let go of his control of the barrier to pour all his attention on his opponent, now reaching out with both hands to absorb the attack. He rose to his feet and began to close the distance between the two, one painstaking step at a time as electricity danced violently between their outstretched hands. One more push, and he was finally able to reflect the lightning back towards Xanesh, severing their lengthy bond.

Rather than follow through with an attack of his own, Thurion took flight. He leaped high into the air, just in time to catch Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor as his unconscious body fell. With the big man secured in his arms, he landed some distance away, close to Coren Starchaser and Celeste Rigel .

"Neither of us dies this day, my friend," he told Caltin as he rested him against the remains of a stone wall, kneeling by his side. "If you fight, I will fight. And if I fight, you fight too. Now fight, damn you!" Thurion placed his hands upon Caltin's temples and closed his eyes, attempting to pull him back from the brink of the alluring abyss he himself had nearly succumbed to just moments earlier.

"Be with us, Brother. Be with us."

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Benûwia Antares / Darth Xanesh / Ireria Antares
Sith Lord, Sith sorcerer, alchemist, historian, Archon of the Primyn Group, Owner of UAAK and GBATS
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Objective: Investigate, fight the enemy.
Location: Ruined Temple, Tython
Equipment: Kaldrweave Robe | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Red blade lightsaber (Benûwia) | Red blade lightsaber (Ireria) | Amulet of Many || Empyrean gland || OPBC-01m
Tag: Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield
[ Final Days ]
<"Sith or ur-Kittât"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>

  • She lets Thurion run away.
  • She gathers power and life force from her enemies and allies.
  • After she regains her strengths, she follows Thurion.

The former Grandmaster proved to be a really worthy opponent and was able to withstand the attacks of the old Sith Lady. Xanesh stopped the attack when her opponent ran away. Then the lightning disappeared from the air in an instant, and she sank to her knees panting. It was a lot more tiring for her than she thought. It was really a long time ago that she fought in any kind of fight. And even then, their Mandalorians were her opponents, not Force users. That is, the same man at both times. Adenn Kyramud, in the first fight and the last that happened before that. If she counted this one as the last.

She was still gasping for air, but she was getting up off the ground with trembling legs. Her body was young, but her soul and soul were infinitely old. She could feel the weight of the millennia now. Of course, she didn’t live that long, only about a hundred years; both are twins, that is, nearly two hundred years, if one adds them up. But for nearly five thousand years, her, their soul did not rest, they, she was only imprisoned. No rest, she sensed the outside world, she was dead, but not exactly. It was an intermediate state.

But she was here today, watching her opponent flee to save someone. Then they went near the other Jedi. Coward. It was ironic that the Sith were considered cowards and the Jedi always asserted that the followers of the Dark Side, that the followers of the Bogan, those the ones who were fleeing. And now he does it! The Jedi is fleeing. However, this gave the Sith Lady a perfect opportunity to regain her used strength.

True, not in the most beautiful way, but the goal justifies the means. And there were a lot of fighting Scar Hounds, other Mawite and Tython Accord soldiers nearby. She smiled again, then reached into the Force and, with the help of the Force, began to drain the life force around her and those around her. She didn't care if it was a friend or an enemy. If they are friends, their death will serve as a ritual in addition to being nurtured. If they were an enemy, everything would be fine.

The invisible tendrils, which looked like black tiny tentacles in the Force, started out of the woman's body and entangled those who were nearby. The victims felt nothing of it, only that they were getting weaker and weaker. It was only visible to outside observers that the movements of nearly two dozen soldiers, a dozen Scar Hound, and a dozen enemy soldiers were slowing down and then collapsing without any injury. The Scar Hounds looked like their skin had become dried, almost becoming a mummy.

By the end of the process, Xanesh did not feel fatigue, exhaustion. She was again as fresh and strong as the beginning of the fight. Even her mild concussion had faded away, which was caused by being slammed among the ruins, when Thurion threw her there. Slowly, she started walking peacefully in the direction of the Jedi when soldiers had attacked her; Xanesh broke out their neck with telekinetics, and she was protecting herself against the projectiles with tutaminis.

"It's not a nice thing to leave the ladies alone on the date, High King!" she shouted to him, when he was already within earshot.




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Location: Jedi Temple Ruins
Allies: Coren Starchaser Celeste Rigel Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Tracyn Ordo Zark San Tekka Zark San Tekka Cotan Sar'andor Romi Jade Justice Lesan Asha Vynea Asmundr Varobalder | Team Lightside
Enemies: Darth Libertas | Team Darkside
Engaging: Ardana Vorco Ardana Vorco


At his behest, or perhaps by some unseen force, Caltin sprang to life just as Xanesh approached, having restored her strength and proceeded to track down her intended prey. Thurion helped the man to his feet, only for Master Vanagor to address the Lady Sith with some inspired words. Then, true to his unyielding nature, Caltin tapped his rescuer on the shoulder before wading back into the fray. The level of mutual respect between the two grizzled warriors was immense, and theirs was a bond of brotherhood forged in the fires of war over the course of countless conflicts.

No doubt the big guy was off to get himself into some more trouble before the day was done. So were they all at this point.

With no more distractions requiring his immediate attention, Thurion once more stared down the Sith Lord with regained focus. Nothing would come between them this time; their fates would be decided in the next coming minutes. His next actions would decide whether he came home fresh off another victory, or was returned home for a funeral befitting the High King of Midvinter. He'd made his peace with that when he accepted Coren's call for aid.

Thurion Heavenshield's last act as a Jedi was to be the protection of the Jedi homeworld, regardless of its outcome.

"Beg your pardon, my lady," he spoke, drawing his trusty lightsaber yet again, thumbing the ignition to bathe the surrounding area in azure. "I've someone waiting for me to come home, and you've put yourself between the Lion and his pride for the last time!"

His robes tattered and scorched from the prior onslaught of Sith lightning, Thurion raised his off-hand to his shoulder and gave it a sharp tug, ripping the fabric clean from his torso. Ever did his ancestry and his beliefs war for control, and this was one time that the warrior in him won out as he stood before his enemy baring his Valkyri physique for all to witness what had been honed by relentless battle and hardship. A fallen Brother of the Maw lay at his feet, and so Thurion briefly knelt to gather the sanguine liquid from an open wound, then rose as the High King proceeded to adorn his naked skin with the blood of his enemies, dragging his fingers along his bare chest.

All this whilst staring down his prey.


"My ancestors are smiling at me, Sith! Can you say the same?"

The Golden Lion gave in to his namesake as he charged like the berserkers of old, roaring his utter contempt for his foe. Few and far between were the times he'd allow himself to access that ancient rage of war that boiled beneath the surface, ever suppressed by the Jedi serenity. He came at Ardana Vorco Ardana Vorco with his full might, no longer bothering to hold back.

Where one might anticipate the precise stance of the Jedi arts, there was more focus on overwhelming aggression with brute force behind each strike; putting his weight into his every swing. He was done showing this woman kindness or restraint, for she had proven to be a thorn in his side this entire battle. He had no patience for Sith games when instead he could be spending his time saving the lives of his fellow Jedi.

To cap off his initial combination of attacks, he levitated into the air before coming crashing back down with his fist charged with telekinetic energy, releasing a shockwave as he struck the earth. It had been the signature move back in his prime days of leading the Silver Jedi Order, and had brought about the end of many a witless fools standing in his way.

"ALL-FATHER'S WRATH UPON THEE," he shouted as he came crashing down, as if the High God Himself had taken mortal form.

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Benûwia Antares / Darth Xanesh / Ireria Antares
Sith Lord, Sith sorcerer, alchemist, historian, Archon of the Primyn Group, Owner of UAAK and GBATS
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Objective: Investigate, fight the enemy.
Location: Ruined Temple, Tython
Equipment: Kaldrweave Robe | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Red blade lightsaber (Benûwia) | Red blade lightsaber (Ireria) | Amulet of Many || Empyrean gland || OPBC-01m
Tag: Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield

[ Final Days ]
<"Sith or ur-Kittât"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>

  • Xanesh is seriously injured in Thurion's attack and explosion.

The following events, to put it mildly, did not turn out the way Xanesh would have thought. First, she was attacked by a man who had been rescued by her opponent not so long ago. He definitely seemed like he is better now, unfortunately. She was still able to defend Caltin's attack with ease, it came from afar, it seemed there was time to prepare for it. She didn't like anyone interfering in her duel. So she actually even thought about involving him, but she didn't. For now, she was just watching Thurion as the man acted.

She chuckled as the man mentioned pride. How ironic it is that a Jedi tells of his own pride on this day. No matter if it was his family or his feelings. The day the holy place of the Jedi falls to pieces and the planet is crying and bleeding under their feet right here. Are the former Grandmaster's talking about pride on this day? When Darth Solipsis, the Dark Voice trampled into the ground the Jedi’s full pride with a pair of feet, which in principle they are even forbidden to feel ? Entertaining.

When the man mentioned the ancestors, the woman smiled tenderly.

"We killed them!" she said calmly. "We had to!"

It wasn’t kind of a Sith thing, it really was necessary. However, her descendants are still alive after so many millennia. They had to kill them. The father of the two women went mad, devouring all their ancestors and preparing to perform a ritual with which he wanted to control his entire bloodline. Ireria and Benûwia were forced to stop him and kill him, along with all their former ancestors. Ireria paid the higher price of the two sisters, she had a miscarriage and never had a child again. But that was the past again…

In the present, Thurion attacked and Xanesh activated her red bladed lightsaber. Even at the first blow, she felt the man was physically stronger than her. So she used her dexterity and speed to defend. In one blow, the man hit the woman's side. Although the armour had protected her from death for the time being, the strength of the blow still cracked the woman's ribs, when the blade reached there and felt the heat as well. Here the woman wanted to attack quickly, but then Thurion rose into the air. After his attack, Xanesh began to fly backwards again toward the ruins, following the push.

However, she no longer had the opportunity to land normally. At that moment, the bomb under the temple ruins exploded. The explosion and shockwave in the air stopped the old Sith Lady in the air, shattering countless bones thanks to the two different force effects from two directions, severely damaging her internal organs. Eventually, the explosion proved stronger and pushed her back in the direction Thurion was. Her dress was partially roasted from the explosion, smoked and glowing.

The lightsaber fell out of her hand and fell into a gaping opening that opened up on the ground. The other was still there on her belt, but half-unconscious, she fell to the ash-covered ground in pain…




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Location: Jedi Temple Ruins
Allies: Coren Starchaser Celeste Rigel Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Tracyn Ordo Zark San Tekka Zark San Tekka Cotan Sar'andor Asha Vynea Romi Jade Justice Lesan Asmundr Varobalder | Team Lightside
Enemies: Darth Libertas Scylla AI Scylla AI | Team Darkside
Engaging: Darth Xanesh


Moments following his attack the ground quaked violently as en explosion triggered beneath the ruined temple, causing the very earth to shatter and opening up large rifts leading to the unspeakable depths below. Thurion found himself balancing on the edge of such rift, staring down into the pits of the Underworld itself. For a moment he had to convince himself the Goddess of Death would not swoop in to drag him down with Her.

He lifted his gaze over to where Xanesh remained, severely injured from the combination of his furious charge and the explosion. Her lightsaber fell from her hand and into the valley below, and she too was about to fall. A part of him felt content in letting her do just that, to put an end to her miserable existence. Another, stronger part of him, ultimately prevailed.

Thurion leaped across the expanding chasm in time catch the Lady Sith as she stumbled, whisking her away from the edge to find a clearing amidst all the madness engulfing the planet. He laid down her semi-conscious body upon a patch of grass, soft and green and somehow left unscathed. Kneeling by her side, he proceeded to lift her head up so she might meet his gaze. The boiling of his blood had cooled, now as he looks upon her broken form, defeated.

He could see in her eyes the person she used to be. The true nature, behind the mask all Sith wore. Misguided though he believed them to be in their hatred, at the end of the day they were just people. It had never been a talent of his he relished, killing Sith. They were but a dark reflection of himself, and all other Jedi.

The fury in his eyes waned, and what remained was only kindness. One last kindness for a worthy adversary.

"May you find in death what you could not in life," he told her, meaning every last word. He then placed his lightsaber against her chest, above her heart, and rested his thumb against the ignition.


"Are you ready?"

Only at her own behest, the slightest of nods, did Thurion activate his weapon and relieve her of this mortal coil. The beam of light burned a clean hole through her chest, ending her life in a instant. Painless. The Jedi Master closed her eyes before he rose to his feet, bowing at her final resting place before he would return to the fight.

The struggles of Darth Xanesh had ended, whereas theirs remained.

Upon rejoining the party, he quickly got updated on events. "Of this we can be certain," he replied to the group through their Force merge. "We must discover the source of these detonations and put a stop to them." Even as they fought their words carried from one mind to another without interrupting. They were in complete synch.

"I will go," he volunteered, then looked to Master Vanagor fighting beside him. "Are you with me, Caltin?"

To tell the truth, Xanesh did not expect such an outcome. She didn't think the ruins of the church would explode behind her at that point. She didn't expect to have been able to withstand a simple attack without more serious injuries; she could have continued to fight after Thurion's attack. That's not what fate wanted. And fate was something that even the old Sith Lady could not defy, and perhaps did not want to.

When the ground began to collapse beneath it, she thought it could have ended worse than falling into the lava. However, the woman had not yet reached her final end, for the next moment she felt someone grab her waist and take her away. As she looked up, she saw Thurion. This surprised her quite a bit; most of the Jedi she fought with would have pushed her into the abyss rather than save her.

Of course, she had no doubt why the man saved her. His reputation preceded him; though they had not met before, she knew the man was chivalrous and noble. It probably wouldn’t have suited the noble soul if he just let her die. Moments later, she was lying on the ground again, and above her was the man. Yes, chivalrous to the end. Xanesh smiled gently and tried to shake her head; she failed.

"We found everything we wanted. There is no Netherworld for us… we find nothing in death. Nothing awaits us. Do it, High King!" she told him gently.

There was no fear in her or in her voice, she accepted it with dignity. There was nothing this world could offer her anymore. Even so, she lived far more than many, it was time to rest forever. That is, cease to exist. The old lady looked up gratefully at the man who pressed the button…

Darth Xanesh's soul joined the other souls that made the Dark Voice's ritual come true…


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TYTHON, SEEING STONE
Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex | Fen Fen | Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax

"I am of no more use to the Sith; neither are the Sith of use to me."

His voice was thick with venom. So cold and callous.

Their Order had been bested, become beaten and then broken. In the ashes of all that Carnifex had built, rose a foul brotherhood of murderous raiders on a mission of their own; to eradicate life not in their ranks, their charted course into the Core had detailed as much. If not, then another war fixated on the frail moral sensibilities between Jedi and Sith. In either scenario, the Brotherhood had not offered a life in their consumed- no, swallowed territories.

But the Sith Lord was correct. The ancient homeworld of the Jedi was lost, fractured, for one moon rained across the surface as the other shrouded it in the shadows. It rumbled and shook, the violent shift had cracked the surface and out oozed the viscous fluid from the core. It illuminated the land as much as the fired tibanna: in an uneven and scattered amount, that was. But the heat alone carved a route, into rock and soil alike. Either melted, burned, the void coloured coat over his armour fell to the side and revealed the true colours of his armour and all their worth, as if stained to it as he motioned further from the volcanic lava. Shielded from the armour and the internal systems, otherwised turned to ash himself.

"Cast aside that fondness for me." Fett demanded, his less lethal blaster from his left hand became holstered; "It was business. Yet, the Sith and their business have run their course with me." Half-boasted the helmeted man in some faint recollection of the initial Great War in which the Jedi met their end before a force could even be assembled to tackle the Mandalorian, and his idle hand rest over the his belt and all the small sacks that lined it. "It is business with others that leads me here."

If true or false, the same uncertain state remained in his mind. For the Enclave or the Empire; fuelled by guilt or greed.

In the destruction and rebirth of the Jedi and the Sith, the Mandalorian endured. His service offered to cause, to motive, to credits. He could not abide the Brotherhood and their sadistic mission and methods, there was a line even the Mandalorian refused to cross. His code and ethics, as limited as each often seemed to be, were defined. But in the end, the Sith Lord had lost his home of Bastion and the resources his once vast control afforded him. His touch in the Force sustained him, but it was of little value to Fett.

Fett sneered beneath the helmet.

"Everyone dies."

In a scattered and frenzied set of movements, had the blue bolts from the charric blaster soared back and forth between the two Sith. Both of their reflexes were fast, faster than needed to avoid or block these bolts. That much was true. Fett fired towards the head, to the chest, to the limbs, and all over. In the meantime, the sudden flick of his other wrist brandished the ND-013, a resource taken from the Sith Lord himself. He activated it with immediate discomfort, the buzz in his teeth and the headache it caused was sure to be no match for all that the two Sith it was aimed towards were intended to endure -- the Jedi, too. His features contorted, twisted, tensed, but the Mandalorian still fired his blaster at Darth Carnifex.

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Factory Judge


Allies: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex
Enemies: GA + Defenders
Engaging: Koda Fett Koda Fett | Fen Fen
Equipment: Silens cursor, Revans Lightsaber
Borrowed Equipment: "Judicator" Adaptive Battle Rifle
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Dirt and stone rained down over the hillside coming in with such impact that one of the opponents had been thrown with such wonderous force. Carnage was all around them and she found it exciting. Everything around her seemed slower but really it was all real time, it was just her perception, reflexes and body that was going at a more heightened pace. It was a strange sound to hear blasters sounds distorted. She watched the blue both crackle and snap, it was not like the red bolt that was coming at her though, that just burned with pure hot plasma.

Her lightsaber raised as Teresa sidestepped to the left. The red bolt would be deflected at an angle upwards as the blue grazed the pauldron that came down her shoulder and passed the solid ligament of her wing. A series of shocks ran through her arm as the Charric bolt's electrical currents made contact with the metal.

Shocks began to make it down her right arm making muscles tense and the grip around the saber strong enough it was clutched tight. Sharp ridged pressed into soft palms adding to the series of pains to be shot along the nerves. Teresa gritted her teeth from the mix of pain and thrilling excitement. "Not that this rock will see another sunrise. Already this world is grasping its final breath." Her eyes locked on to the T visor of Fett's helmet as he spoke. She would slowly move her hand to reach out towards the blaster she had dropped before entering this fray. It quickly moved towards her till its barrel slapped into the palm. Draping the weapons strap over her head Teresa let it drop along her front. Finally the man had stopped speaking and thus made his choice to deny the mercy given, still she did not really grasp the relationship the two had.

It was in that moment before more volleys came towards her that she felt something. A boom aching through the force of someone she had never forgotten but was never able to reach again. Her other master Darth Xanesh death pierced through like a knife through the currents. Anger filled Teresa as she hoped to have reconnected, a chance to reconcile and learn. In that second of distraction, a shot landed against her abdomen with enough heat that is still soaked through the silk and leather. That pain was enough to snap her back into the now. She could say her piece later but now was not the time.

Her body began to duck and weave the shots as the flew towards her. The moments where it was not aimed at her was a moment where she quickly planned her plan of attack. One thing the woman had not anticipated was the airy sound emanating from the device clutched in her foe's hand. A device that caused immense pain running through her head like a migraine. It was not something that could compare to the Genesis pool, but it was enough that it became hard to think. Every fiber in her body was running through primal instinct.

She began to charge Fett giving a wide birth before the pain could become to much. Her off hand wrapped around the grip of the blaster and began to shoot inaccurate shots towards the Green armored foe. With a single beat of her wings pushing her forward, her saber would strike downwards towards the crease of the mans arm hoping that she would hit between the plate through blurred vision. No longer had she the benefits of enhancing her speeds but it still made her the immediate threat and distraction.
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She got zapped a little by Koda's Charric blaster when it made contact with her pauldron. A second shot made contact with her abdomen most of the energy was soaked up but there would be a burn underneath that causes a fair bit of discomfort.
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Spindly
Marauder of the Scar Hounds Tribe
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Objective: Kill everyone!
Location: The Rowan Grove Plateau, Mt. Sintarin, Northern Temple Valley, Tython
Equipment: 2x Geysa Hybrid Pistol | Assault Rifle | Armour and weapon (weapon is lightsaber resistant) || OPBC-01m
Writing With: Thomas Barran Thomas Barran | Ronar Ronar
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[ Valley of Death ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >>

  • She survives an explosion.
  • Spindly arrives to Ronar and Thomas.

Feth! It couldn’t really be said that Spindly was having a good time. An explosion wasn’t even that far from where she and her team were. The next few minutes were dark. And now the twi'lek was sitting on the ground with a sore head and roaring ears. Around her lay the corpses of her companions, some of them were in pieces. She escaped the rocket encounter relatively unscathed. Even if it was a rocket and not something else. Her oversized helmet saved her life, her strange weapon on the ground beside her.

Spindly laughed in relief, madness in her voice. She looked through herself, she was unscathed except for one or two cuts. The Avatars wanted her to gain more fame and kill more people in their name. And Spindly did it all with the greatest pleasure. She was in a trench or similar place at the moment, she had to knock some corpses off herself and then look out from there. She had to put on her helmet again because it had fallen off her head.

With the not-so-modern and rudimentary scanners in the helmet she looked around to see where there were enemies. Well, everywhere. In fact, the sensors in the biochip in her head were better than those in her helmet, they may be with shorter-range, but they were better. Another issue is that the young woman may not have remembered what functions are in the biochip. The "blessing" of the Heathen Priests. She forgot quite a lot during the torture. Those memories, well she didn't need them for her survival, so she forgot. Of course, the biochip was good when it indicated her injuries.

As she looked around, she saw countless other people not so far away, but in one she recognised the one who was said to be the commander that day. The girl dusted herself off and tried to get to the two men during the fight. Well, basically Spindly knew what her duty and job was, though… hehe, well, that was damn hard to do alone. So it doesn’t hurt to ask for clarification on the commands from the right people! From the Boss itself, erm himself! It would be very sad if she had to die today without a result. Or without glory!

It is like… it would be a waste of the past few years and of fighting so hard for Maw’s successes. Because Spindly wanted the will of Dark Voice and Dark Three to be done. And she needed people to do that. When she finally managed to get to the two men (Ronar and Barran), the girl spoke in a hurry. The green skinned twi'lek was much more sophisticated before the torture and the Maw, but the past on the battlefield didn’t matter anyway.

"Boss! My team is gone, I need new people to continue our sacred mission on behalf of the Avatars!" she said very quickly, gasping for air under her weird helmet.

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Accessing Uriel Unit Command Matrix:
Location: Deep in the Temple Ruins
Allies: The Maw, New Sith Order
Enemies: Team Lightside and Allies.
Direct Enemy: Alessandra Io Alessandra Io

Memory Collapsing to a choice.​

Cleverly Alessandra formulated an answer as to where they were and even better defined their relationship, what it meant. Her data packets upgraded her understanding of what daughter and sister meant. No direct referential experience but the understanding was integrated. <<Mother Confirmed.>>

Realspace ground shook, memory-space saw smaller cracks representing outside interference. Punctuated by red appearing along their bridge sky, illumination of a tracing eye. Ameliora's head snapped upward, the sky going blood red. There was a sonic shock sent directly into the memory, potentially harming both connected parties, and the memory quality was degrading. Quickly their memory shifted to lose Uriel's tracing eye. She was giving up pieces of herself to buy them time.

<<I can not speak for your construction, but…I believe that your chassis is built for violence and yet…it is capable of much more, including dancing, if you so wish it.>> <<In the event that I am no longer functioning, then my sister will teach my niece to dance.>> <<Or perhaps, you can teach her, as well.>>

<<Yes>> She smiled. <<I hope you can teach me to dance>> then grimaced. Now they found themselves in one of Uriel's more violent memories. Ameloria appeared injured, wounded across the arm, she felt pain for the first time, and part of her personality had been cut. <<I think would I prefer that experience.>> To teach another as her Mother taught her, instead of just the violence she was programmed for.

Memory appeared as waterlogged ground, a large walker being escorted by HRD's carrying bolters. Blowing up ewoks as if they were testing them. The individuals vanished, and they were left in a swampy area with smoldering craters again alone. One more small war that sizzled away in memories past. Better reflecting what was happening around Uriel's metal shell to both of them.

<<I am a Chaplain Nuetralizer, programmed by House Io as a priestess, a spiritual advisor, a psychologist, a therapist, and, an anti-Force Adept Assassin.>> <<We have both been programmed to kill, daughter, but we are also programmed as warriors.>> <<In your case, the concept of help will not include killing. I seek only to help us both escape from Tython, before…>>

Ameloria looked up from her wound and understood. Therapist, priestess, assassin, psychologist, warrior, daughter. This time now was the most precious, if any of them were to make it out alive. A beautiful gesture from the Gynoid to risk herself, reflected as self-sacrifice from Ameliora's matrix to give them both chance to understand. She was learning all this from her. Her mother was a healer for circuits, personalities, and lost synthetic souls. As the distant eye came back. Ameloria looked up again.

<< I understand Mother. You care for them. They give you a reason for living. You fight for them.>>

Realspace shook again, bit by bit the impact from the throw outside got closer to the ground. Ground that was disappearing into cracks below. Time was running short….. The ground began shaking again here too in their memory, ripping itself apart in their swamp. Their memory was collapsing, with them in it.

<<Don't know how our journey ends>> She said softly. <<Calculations are…. complex>> Red eye tried again to rip this memory from them and shot straight forward toward them both. <<Your family needs you. You keep them safe.>> She smiled again, understanding what smiling and family meant. Turning to the racing eye as it tried to rend Alessandra's connection, this memory, and both connected neural pathways with a painful overloaded electrical charge. She understood what her mother would do., learning from her, she was a warrior. <<My turn.>>

Outside Alessandra was about to impact the ground in another painful impact through the floor. So many things to think about, droids that lived for all the time in the world, now with almost none of it left. Fragile memories. Fragile souls. In realspace slamming Alessandra down again, Uriel's metal hand tried to clasp around Alessandra's throat. Its other hand moved for a grenade and froze..... there was hope.

Analysing Uriel Unit:
Personal Energy Shield: Destroyed
Rogue Personality Profile Detected
A1-Ionsider Armor Condition: Light Puncturing, Electrical Burns, Insulation Damage.
Armor Ionization Buffers Condition: Empty 0%
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 15%
Primary Systems Damage:
  • Light Damage to Audio Receptors.
  • Minor Damage to Primary Powersource. One Restart
  • Minor Damage to Cybernetic Signal Pathways (Nervous System).
  • Minor Damage to Temperature Regulator.
Estimated Combat Capability: 120%

Summary of Actions
Ameliora receives updates as to the nature of family.
Internally Uriel's Eye launches an electrical attack on both parties, attempting to wipe the memory and damage each.
Alessandra and the Personality Ameliora change memories.
Ameliora is partially wounded and turns to face the eye in the memory-space.
In realspace, Uriel slams Alessandra into the floor, and her metal hand tries to clasp around her throat.

Full Loadout and Background NPCs
Armor: A1-Ionsider including Wristblades and Hud | MK5-Heavy Bolter (Dropped) | Grenades: 2x Frag (Belt) | 2x Cryoban (Belt) | 2x FEX-M3 Nerve Gas Grenade (Belt) | 1x Energy Shield (Destroyed) | Model 31 Palm Stunner (Right Palm)| | 1/2 x MK2 Jack Knife (Hip) | Full Songsteel Quarterstaff (Back) | Barrata-SSG (Back) | Vibro Knife (Belt)

NPCs
5/12 Independent ARD-X-1's armed similarly only with standard durasteel armor.
Lurking in Reserve: 2 x BAD-BRD's in case they spot Braith.
 
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Equipment: Laoth's Cybernetic Body |Forcesword
Post Tags: Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina | Bernard of Arca
Location:
Tython


Battle Continues

On The Hunt

"W-WAIT! PLEASE!"

These were the last words of the soldier before the moon fragment bore into his heart and severed every valve with imploding impact. His chest broken inward, a simple agonizing gasp of the breathless kind was all he could manage before his killer - the devil-cybernetic - tossed his corpse aside into the soot and ash. Gleaming purple eyes the color and size of blood amethysts lit up even more in torch fashion as more and more of the great moon of Ashla speared the earth with God-might. Discord. Disorder. Chaos. It all reigned supreme in the fields bordering the spire of Akar Kesh. And it was perfect. Hundreds died by the minute as the world sundered and shook from the battles around its miles of continent. Javelins of wreckage and fire hailed from the heavens with the thunder and the storm. Families torn to shreds like their loved ones in the jaws of uncountable, undefinable Sithspawn. Had he not the urge to immediately keep moving, Laoth would have loved to sit where he was and soak in these glorious details.

As it was, he moved not milliseconds after the meat shield's death. Bounding so cat-like across the ashen field that he was a blur through the fiery ocean of rain. In those moments, Laoth was nothing but streaks of purple, blood-stained steel, and those amethyst eyes burning with the fires of ambitious slaughter. Indefatigable. Unstoppable. Unbreakable. He ran and ran with the unquenchable thirst for whatever called him to Akar Kesh. The need to kill it, maim it, defile its soul and send it screaming into hell. He had felt it endless times before, each a different person. A different fate. A different dynasty. Their names he could not recall in this gory haze, but he knew their hearts. How their blood tasted. How they looked upon him with fear as they died under his feet.

Faces encroached, suddenly, without warning. Shapes in the dark tempest of war, fighting hand to hand, lit up by blaster bolts, lightning crashing above and around. Lambs to the slaughter. Laoth leaped over a pile of rubble, perhaps something that used to be an outpost, and performed an acrobatic spinning slice through the crowd of faces and shapes. His knees dug into the mud and blood, slickening his rotations with perfection. Gluts of red, green, blue, and black streamed into the air as his sword diced meat and metal into strips and chunks. Shapes. Faces. Twenty. Never stopping his momentum, he looked back with the briefest of glances. Statistics. They were just statistics. Faces. Shapes. Not worthy of anything beyond a sneer. Not deserving of recognition like those in Valery Noble Valery Noble , Michael Sardun Michael Sardun , Auteme Auteme , or…



Ishida Ashina.

The name hit his tongue like a potent dose of Sulfur, his forehead splintering with pain where his horn used to be. The memory. The mark. The tether. His breathing intensified to that of a dire wolf on the hunt for its prey. Through thunder and flames, her heart thundered in his ears and he skidded to a stop just as a ball of fire and rock crashed not five yards in front of him. He looked up at the storm-glazed spire, zooming in with his augmented optics, searching for the source of the sensation that now filled him. Searching. Searching. TARGET: Ishida Ashina - LOCATED. Miles up, in the thick of it, blood smoldering under the wreckage of moon and vehicle, she waited. Dangled by the threads of her lightsaber. Challenged. His bloody desire emphasized by cracks of thunder, Laoth spun clockwise as a large shard of moon shot towards him.

In the same half-breath, he launched forward as chips and stones pelted his metallic frame - creating creaking grunts from the alchemized plating. With swift motions, Laoth hooked his newfound weapon onto the maglocks of his back, fell forward onto his hands, and rushed in dog-like form. His steps were jumps; his speed inhuman; his agility impossible for anything organic. Against the torrential downpour of burning rain, the devil-cybernetic hunted his foe, nearing the very base of Akar Kesh with such haste it would seem he was going to protect her. But for Ishida, there would be no protection. No Sardun. No air-support. No Jedi temple to hide in. Just rock and stone to serve as her grave.

Quickly, he jumped up and dug his claws and feet into the face of Akar Kesh, and climbed. Climbed like a hero of mythos past performing tenuous labors. WARNING: Multiple foreign objects approaching position. Please take evasive action. Flaming orbs of moonrock and spire fell towards him at blinding speeds. With a grunt of exertion, Laoth jumped from side to side as he ascended, never stopping, never slowing. Mile by mile he climbed, laughing as bodies of men, women, faces, and shapes spiraled past him with screams and curses. The heart of Ishida pounded harder and harder as he neared her, his spider-form lit up by the war and the storm.

And then…volcanic wrath. Tython erupted without warning, spurred into action by its desecration at the hands of the gluttonous Maw. The grounds cracked open into burning, glowing fissures and crevices. Their contents spew out in oceanic waves. As fire rained from above, so too did it burst from below, gouts of flame and magma racing up in abstract liquid geometry. Laoth could not avoid being engulfed in the fires of tempted rage, his roaring self surrounded by the burning heat of an enraged planet. But this was not the end for him.

Alchemy. Willpower. Devaronian genetics.

Though his armored body clung to the remnants of flames, Laoth emerged from the fiery cloud unscathed. Now a beacon of destruction, racing for the source of his malicious intent. Chunk after chunk of rock and earth crumbled below to the gorefest as he climbed, unbothered by the cataclysm of Tython. She would die. She would suffer. She…would accept the pain. And so he climbed, nearing her position with such speed he ought to have been a starship, his approach marked by his flaming body.

And from the cacophony of his voice, a single word roared into existence. A word uttered with sadistic hate.


"ISHIDAAAAAA!"
 
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Cycle of Hatred: Journey's End


Location: Tython, Journey's End
Tags: Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran

  • Kallan tries to comfort his wife
  • The Mongrel watches the rise and fall of Barran's hopes



Inside
Kallan knew that his wife gave for him. She gave so much of herself, her time and her energy, to protect him. He was grateful, of course, incredibly grateful for all that she didd... but he could not help but feel guilty as well. He wanted to do as much for her as she did for him. He wanted to be a pillar of strength for her. But he had so little strength to give. For almost fifteen years he had ceased to exist, his thoughts and memories scattered across The Mongrel's mind like bits of flesh picked apart by scavenging animals.

He could barely hold himself together, even with her help.

What did he have to offer her?

Don't worry about me, please. I'll be fine, Kallan, I promise! Focus on yourself, please. It was what she wanted... but it didn't sit right with him. His memories of his own parents, what few of them hadn't been ripped out completely by the Heathen Priests, showed a partnership. Each of them gave to each other, relying on each other equally. That was his idea of what a marriage ought to be, and it hurt him that he couldn't live up to it. Even The Mongrel and Mercy had a more equal partnership than the one he had formed in his mind.

He wanted to change that. He wanted to be stronger.

He wanted to have something to give.

Kallan would do anything for her, anything within his power. But what she was asking him to do... he wasn't sure he could. To him, The Mongrel - or Asher, or whatever he wanted to call himself - was an invader, a parasite that had taken over his mind and body and used them to do terrible things. It was hard to view the warlord as a victim, another person who had suffered at the hands of the Brotherhood, when he had left so many victims of his own strewn behind him. Good people didn't do that, no matter how they were tormented.

It would have been better if he'd just died.

I want to believe that you would have had the courage to address me. Kallan smiled at that. Maybe he would have. Maybe he'd have tried to strike up a conversation with her, to make small talk about the exhibition. He'd always been better with machines than with people, though. He could remember flashes a few brief romances when he'd been younger, of friends he'd made in school or at work, but he'd mostly kept to himself. Speeder maintenance was easier than social interaction. It had clear rules and logical outcomes.

He wondered if he would ever have gotten married.

I know you loved your job, but didn't you want more? Kallan smiled at his wife and gently shook his head. "Not really, no. Maybe if I'd stayed in the Core Worlds, if the Sith hadn't run my family out of Coruscant, I'd have been an engineer or something. But I was happy with simpler things. It wasn't about money, or prestige. I had what I needed, and I enjoyed doing it." He shrugged. It was another way he wasn't like The Mongrel. He wasn't an ambitious man. A simple life was all he needed in order to be happy.

But then everything changed. Suddenly his wife was weeping, pulling away from him, terror on her face. Asher… came here to die on Tython. The words sent a thrill of fear through Kallan, too. He and the warlord shared one mind. If their brain, the last organic piece of them, was killed... they would both surely die. And Kallan did not want to die. He wanted to live a simple, peaceful life with his wife, the kind of life that had been ripped away from him so many years ago. One he was only just now finally getting to experience.

But he did not show his fear. She needed him.

Kallan sat up on the bed, scooted in beside her. Gently he put an arm around her, though he didn't resist if she tried to pull away. He was scared, sure, but he didn't want this to be another time that he needed her. This time it was the other way around. He would support her for a change. "Whatever happens," he promised her, offering her a gentle but reassuring touch, "we'll figure it out." He smiled at her, holding back his own negative emotions, projecting only confidence and reassurance. "I'll be with you the whole time."

Until he wasn't. But there was no use worrying about that.

Maybe it was time for all of this to end.

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Outside
"I understand, accept and respect your decision. As always, my love."

"I know," Asher replied. "Thank you, Mercy. For everything."

She wanted to run away with him, to leave all this behind, to forget the war and the rivalry and the ever-hungry gods. And there was a piece of him that wanted to do it, then and there, just drop it all and hijack some poor fool's freighter and burn fuel until they hit the far edge of the galaxy. To her, he could be kind. With her, he could be patient. In her, he had found someone that even his ravaged, battle-damaged heart and mind could love. They would be an odd pair, the cyborg and the telepath, but they'd be a happy one.

But he was only Asher to her.

To the rest of the galaxy, he was The Mongrel.

And The Mongrel did not deserve a happy ending.

The warlord's mighty sword did not rasp from its scabbard, like the brutal warblades he was used to; the songsteel blade really did sing. A long, high, clear note rang out as it cleared the sheath, echoing across the island, startling a flock of avian creatures from their woodland roosts. The old general's eyes flew to that sword, pain recognition lighting within them. Your smith knows not the wrongs he has committed, Barran said, and The Mongrel chuckled at the irony, his laughter like the grinding of metal against stone.

Thomas Barran indeed would not know such wrongs.

He had only half-remembered who he was.

He did not know why it mattered.

Not yet.

"Recognize it, do you?" the warlord asked, giving it an experimental swing. It flowed like water in his mighty hand, so sharp it split the wind with another pure note of deadly music. "Perhaps you'll have the chance to meet its maker." The Shriven One. The Omen of Durance. The Bloodhound. It was Thomas who was the future of The Mongrel's tribe, the one who would rise to lead them when he was gone. What would the confrontation between weary father and long-lost son look like? The warlord would be fascinated to know.

But he was never going to find out.

He would be long dead by then.

"Live or die, I want today's battle to be my last as a military commander, and of course, for it to be my last duel as a swordsman." The words pulled The Mongrel up short. As ever, they mirrored his own thoughts to an eerie degree. "I've achieved all that I set out to achieve and then some." Hadn't the warlord done the same? From a lowly slave-soldier he had risen to create and command one of the mightiest tribes of the Maw. He had faced down Jedi, led armies to conquest across a score of planets, created and destroyed.

It was time for all of this to come to an end.

For both of them, perhaps.

Well, almost time.

"All there is that remains to me is this, Mongrel. The only thing about this war I've held onto, the only prospect that got me out of my bed every day was always the thought of fighting my last fight against you." The cyborg warlord inclined his head in a nod, servos whirring and metal grinding as he showed his agreement. "Then we understand each other," he said. Part of him wanted to claim they always had, on some instinctive level, but that wasn't fully true. It had begun on Csilla, with Gowrie's strange offer of mercy.

Barran had become a mentor to him in that moment.

Even while fighting on the other side of the war.

The old general had made him grow.

And now, the final test.

Some external message reached Erskine, some news that greatly buoyed the grizzled veteran. The Mongrel could not say what it was; he had blocked all comm channels with Mawite forces the moment he'd set off on this last journey, leaving his tribe to fend for themselves. He did not know, would not ever know, how the battle had progressed... but he trusted the warriors he had trained and the death machines he had designed and the lieutenants he had chosen. They would acquit themselves well when he was gone.

Some would die. Others would rise.

The cycle would go on.

But then the news seemed to sour in the Lord-General's ears. That howl of elation, the kind of roar that only a man finally set free can muster up from deep in his soul, turned to stunned silence. It all became clear a moment later, spoken in Barran's own words. For a moment, he thought he'd broken the cycle, that his part in this endlessly-churning gristmill of blood and horror was coming to an end. The next, that dream shattered, falling into a thousand pieces at his feet. Caelitus was dead. Joy. Barran was regent. Horror.

"This is what we're trying to end, you know," The Mongrel rumbled, his voice oddly... gentle? Sentimental? "They'll never end it on their own, these emperors and senators and petty aristocrats. They'll just keep warring, keep you and yours fighting and bleeding and dying on their behalf, to prop up their own power." The cyborg shook his head, grind whirrrr grind. "The cycle has to move on. No more Empires or Republics. No more Jedi or Sith. No more old, corrupted structures of power. A clean beginning."

He left unspoken what they both knew:

That only an ocean of blood could achieve it.

Perhaps a hundred oceans. It was a big galaxy.

"You tasted freedom for a moment," The Mongrel continued, raising his sword in a salute. "I saw it in your eyes, in the set of your face. A moment's hope that this might all be coming to an end." He could see his own jagged, mechanical face reflected in the blade, one that betrayed no emotion at all. It could not. "They'll never let you have that in life, Barran. But I will try to give it to you another way." He brought the sword down, another lyrical note singing out as he tested its speed and balance one more time.

"There is a better galaxy awaiting our souls."

"I'll try to send you there."

 

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ALLIES: BOTM | NSO | Whoever else - I ain't tagging y'all
ENEMIES: GA | NJO | NIO | AC | Enclave | EE | The whole shebang
ENGAGING: Simon Meinrad Simon Meinrad
GEAR: In bio


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RUSSIAN ROULETTE

Danse Macabre.

A perfect sequence of two warriors locked in continuous battle. The harmony of engaging and releasing, drawing blood in the process. A dance of wills.

The Templar was a force to be reckoned with, however.

Even though her saber had bit into his shoulder despite his initial deflection, he immediately countered with an aimed slice of his own. It was the perfect bait, however. As the crimson blade rose up to meet his in a thrum, her knee buckled in an instant as an armoured boot connected with her leg.

She stumbled and hobbled a few paces away with the impact, trying to regain balance while her knee didn't want to work with her - whether it was just dislocated or shattered could not be felt through the adrenaline pumping through her body. All she knew was a dull throbbing pain and that it was unable to carry weight. Finally settling weight on her good leg, she stood her ground, sabers still at the ready as she clenched her jaw, breath racing slightly.

"A conqueror, yet Tython will swallow you."

His voice would have been haunting had she been anyone else, even as she stood injured to the point of immobility. Danika, however, had long since transcended beyond normal fear.
"Will it now? I wouldn't bet my life on it if I were you, darling." she said, teal eyes burning bright as she disengaged the crimson blade and clipped the hilt back onto her belt.

Her normal movement may be compromised, but the rest of her was still sound. She was still capable of toying with her enemies, even if they are the more formidable sort.
"If you want it to swallow me, then take your best shot to make sure. I give you your chance now, because you won't get it again." she told him, amethyst blade still humming at her side but empty hand spread wide and open.

He had shown that he wasn't afraid to initiate combat. He had bested her in the physical realm. It still remained to be seen what else he could do.

She wasn't one to back down.

Ever.


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Objective: SUPERVOLCANO
Status: Battlefield Neutral Net Damaged | Offensive Operations Stable
Enemies (NIO/Enclave/GA/Jedi/Other): Rurik Fel | Annor E-059 | Rose Dorce Hall Mannarra Hall Mannarra | Julian Qar Julian Qar | Bex Tarring Bex Tarring | Aerys Myrrine Jas Katis Jas Katis | Asanté Tsilor Asanté Tsilor | Ollis Barran Ollis Barran | Saul Vandron Saul Vandron | Asmus Omaand Asmus Omaand | Alessandra Io Alessandra Io | Kal Kal | Madison Starr | Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Rex Valhoun Rex Valhoun | Don Belkora | Rika Hiro | Coren Starchaser | Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield | Zark San Tekka Zark San Tekka | Celeste Rigel | Tracyn Ordo | Osarla Ridor Osarla Ridor | Asmundr Varobalder | Wedge Draav | Barrien Siegfried | Henna Sarratt | Auteme Auteme | Dagon Kaze | Maple Harte | Kirie | Rex Valhoun Rex Valhoun | Silas Westgard Silas Westgard | Liram Angellus Liram Angellus | Raina Demici | Vaux Gred | Hilal Vizsla
Allies (BOTM/NSO/Independent): Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis | The Mongrel The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr | Shai Maji Shai Maji | Erion Justeene Erion Justeene | Darth Saevius Darth Saevius | Ronar Ronar | Thomas Barran Thomas Barran | Darth Libertas
Directly Engaging: Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Liram Angellus Liram Angellus | Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield (Open)
Tag me if any efforts are being done to hinder the AI's progress. Assume hits on relay towers as you like, except the main omega site.


RELEASE THE KRAKEN! Can heroes stop a supervolcano?​

War Posting Update
  • A HUGE EXPLOSION goes off at the planetary mantle underneath the Jedi Temple Ruins, causing a large magma flow upward and battlescape shockwaves.
  • A Droid Tunneler goes off between Kaleth and the temple ruins creating another large sinkhole, the last tunneler is almost at Kaleth!
  • Water is released from under the ritual site with great force, propelled by gas, pressure, and aided by flow from above.
  • Water is flowing in a fast flood under the temple ruins and toward Kaleth, breaking the ground further.
  • The Tython relays are being slowly traced by Galactic alliance slicers.
  • Stolen Starfighters begin to harass rangers landing in the tunnel system, continuing to weaken the ground with bombers.
  • Modest-sized cracks turn into moderate size ones above as water continues to pool above in an ever-widening circle from the ruins, reaching quite far now. The crack between the galactic alliance lines ahead of the mongrel's force is substantial.

Ever Directive Deployment Status:
Directive 18 Moving to Stage Eight
Floods and Supervolcanos.

Ongoing Scylla Operations:
  • Faction Communications Interference Stable. Feeding false reports, betrayals, and lies to defending factions.
  • Sensor Net Established and Stable. Feeding enemy movements and compositions to Maw and Sith Operatives.
  • Conduct ground destabilization and offensive operations on opposing forces.
  • RELEASE THE KRAKEN

While Osarla Ridor Osarla Ridor had to steady her ground, Judah Lesan Judah Lesan spoke of water, Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina felt ground fury, and Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex spoke prophetically of rising tides just at the moment they did, almost on his command.

Main Scylla Location: North of Akar Kesh
Varian Cavern Processing Hub.

Along The Wash. The Main Tunnel System. 1km below the battlescape.

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Mainframe taps were turned on. The placed mines at the cavern entrance discharged to breach the lakes around the bunker complex, and a large rush of water began to pour into the tunnels. With an immense groaning BANG a huge discharge of pressure from the pipe systems followed. A flood of water jetted upward from aquifers at an extreme pace. Pushed with force by natural gas, a flaming edge formed ahead of the four thundering streams, because yes natural gas could burn even from a tap! Water ripped apart the four dividing tunnels into one larger flood. Water would of course go directly to the easiest spot. Along then downward where there were cracks toward lava, or horizontal toward cracked ground, Kaleth and those sinkholes. Slowly the force of it ate away at the loose earth and enlarged the channel. About 1km below the temple ruins. The ground was now properly shifting above, weakened earth began to part right through the galactic alliance lines in a wrenching of the earth, paving the way for The Mongrel The Mongrel 's forces to further advance.

Nearing Kaleth
1km Below the Surface

Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield

They had arrived! Only the force would decide if they could hold back what was headed their way. The tunneler between them and Kaleth went off with a loud shake of the earth, that left one, almost there…. A Zero hour for Kaleth.

While from above their transports were harassed by the AI's stolen starfighters, potentially ramming or shooting down those as they descended. Flashes went off from both sides losing fighters no doubt. Bombers kept weakening the ground along the tunnel routes until they were engaged, not as potent as the detonite they were still dangerously weakening the surface.

Under Kaleth the Jedi and rangers would find three dozen battle droids protecting the tunneling force, taking up positions in heavy cover, trying to delay them from reaching the last remaining tunneler. Cultists shouting out bestial one sith language, maybe even a hooded Yuuzhan Vong or two among their number, well known to once work with the One Sith once shaping Tython into a horror story, they were doing so again. Dark sorcery was being fed into the ground, especially here, right under their noses. Vong Shaping was evident along key areas of the tunnel.

Here at the far west end of the tunnel system, they might see it had been dug for hours, stretching all the way to the ritual site east. It was here at the west they could prevent the greatest damage to Kaleth itself and perhaps that was the best place to stop what was headed their way, a great flood. Along tunnels that had been dug from the ritual site to Kaleth over the course of the battle, pipes also fed upward to facilitate what was coming. Explosive release of pressure at key points.

Two hulking Scorpenek Droids blocked the way of one Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor and Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield assuming he'd arrived to prevent the end of the world! Their rapid-fire cannons in this focused tunnel were not a good thing, nor were the two Droideka Sharpshooter sniping droids behind them, or larger B2 Super Battle Droids behind them…. They were there to delay, fall back, back and back.

Kaleth could still be saved but it was going to take great sacrifice because they had droids one side of them, a forceful push of water coming the other, and below well that was the worst of all...

Directive 18 Stage Eight Initializing
Hellfire. Black ash and despair.

The Mantle and The Super Volcano
Black Ash. Superheated Steam and lava rise!
30km below the Jedi Temple Ruins

For the uninitiated observer, when lava hit water and turned to steam it expanded by about 1,000 times the size. So when small pools of water hit lava, stone and rock didn't contain the result, and the earth cracked or gave way above to release the gas. This release had been going on for a while now to small degrees, with modest cracks turning into moderate-sized ones. The more this was encouraged the more was the danger of an already starfighter bombed, asteroid hit, blown up, earthquaked, tunneled, gravitationally destabilized ground collapsing along the tunnel line.

The water, the earthquakes, the cracks the damage was bad enough swallowing those unfortunate above to lose their footing. Terrifyingly this was the beginning of a potential supervolcano with small eruptions about to turn into a very big one.

Large seismic charges were dug into the plates around the mantle magma chamber. While it was too late to stop the lava chamber between the plates below from being breached, the Jedi could still perhaps do something about the soon-to-be rising lava below them. Down here the pressure was intense, the heat was melting metal and the three tunnelers had gone as far as they could at 30km down. The mantle was somewhere between 30-40km depending on the planet. The Tython AI was confident it could breach the rest by lowering explosives downward into a small chasm.

Tunnelers started digging upwards, it was easier given all the damage to the earth. They'd not make it all the way, but they'd not need to, only funnel the lava upwards as best as they could. With pressure releasing, the ground giving way, the gas exploding, and the water seeping downward would do the rest to eat and then blow the top off potentially a very large area! Efforts were made to seal the existing tunnel as best the AI could back to its main cavern, if the Turadium stop caps were enough who knows, but then the darkside infected Tython AI didn't care either if everything was liquidated in lava or explosive steam. As long as the Jedi temple and all their forces perished in a boiling lake of superheated explosive steam, and then the volcano's lava flow to follow it…

A few minutes later. The loudest BOOM of all happened about 34km below the ground, an eruption with such power all the battlescape might shake along a fault line. Lava began rising along a predetermined tunnel and piping network, moving fast enough the tunnels nearby would be consumed in boiling hellfire soon enough.

Along with everything else.

Black ash rose from under the earth, the Jedi's doom was upon them. His revenge was close.

Liram Angellus Liram Angellus
One Sith Relay Towers

Alliance marines and slicers were working to pinpoint the remaining relays with success no doubt. While the AI's were trying to lead them on a wild goose chase, the 16 Scylla Ai's forming the Tython core had a lot to coordinate right now! Only 2 could be dedicated to jamming their efforts. They might find civilians dressed in whatever uniforms best blended in. Fanatical cultists raving about long-dead one sith empires and bitterly fought to the end at each if they were discovered. The sithwatch were not soldiers, they were infiltrators and the common man, driven mad by Kethenite and one sith machinations. There were 10 with each relay, up to 30 left at each site armed with ragtag shield generators and small arms. None knew the location of each relay so it was clever slicing or grid search that might be required, the pattern was that they were at important locations to the battle!

Operational Relay Status:
x3 Relay Towers Alpha, Seeing Stone, Status: Online
x2/3 Relay Towers Beta, Masters Rest, Status: Online
x1/3 Relay Towers Gamma, Journeys End, Status: Online
x2/3 Relay Towers Delta, Flooded Plains, Status: Online
x2/3 Relay Towers Epsilon, Flesh Raider Grounds, Status: Online

Main Site of the Scylla AI: x3 Relay Towers Omega, Akar Kesh, Status: Online

NPCs and Equipment:
Relay Defenders. 10 with each relay, up to 30 at each site.
131/180 x One Sith Sithwatch Cultists
13/18 x Relay Towers
13/18 x Master Relay Terminals
13/18 x Directional Transceivers
13/18 x OS Fixed Position Shields

Assume hits on the towers and cultists as you like, they are there for your RP.

Main Scylla Omega Hub and Tunnel Defenders
Metal Fortifications and power sources in Cavern. | Surface Entrance BLOWN-UP Water rushing down | Turadium blast doors around the metal mainframe and tunnels. Underground layers to the Main Hub expanding. | 30km Depth reached toward the Mantle goal. Gas and water pipes placed in tunnels.

3x T-Series Tactical Droid
95/100 x B1 Series Battle Droids
50 x B2 Super Battle Droids
10 x Scorpenek Droid
5 x Droideka Sharpshooter
5 x Drodieka Oppressors
5 x Cloaked Figures

Additional Logistical Forces Assembled.
Plentiful Resources for Building now in Cavern.
2x Civil-Industrial I-C2 Droids for processing materials
12 x Z7 series Droids to assist construction.
12x Ant droids for clearing rubble.
x16 Scylla AI for processing. Potentially founding steps of the Tython AI.
4/8x A-11-Model 3 Tunnel Boring Vehicles tunneling with Droid and AI Crew.

Additional Airforce stolen, pilots ejected. Run by Scylla AI's.
4/5 x Modernized B-Wings
8/10 x Modernized Y-Wings
6/7 x Modernized A-Wings

Scylla AI Firewalls

Firewall One Online
Firewall Two Online
Firewall Three Online
 
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OPERATION: SHATTERPOINT
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From the header to the template, it's all amazing work! Thank you very much, Nef! Scar Hounds are rollin' out in the DRIP now!
THE ANNIHILATION OF TYTHON

Objective 1: ATTACK EVERYTHING!!!!


Thomas Barran
"The Bloodhound"

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ANOINTED ACOLYTE OF THE SCAR HOUNDS


Allies (BOTM/NSO):
Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis The Mongrel The Mongrel Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr
Shai Maji Shai Maji Ardana Vorco Ardana Vorco Erion Justeene Erion Justeene Darth Saevius Darth Saevius Ronar Ronar Scylla AI Scylla AI

Enemies (NIO/Enclave/NJO): Rose Dorce Hall Mannarra Hall Mannarra Asanté Tsilor Asanté Tsilor
Bex Tarring Bex Tarring Aerys Myrrine Ollis Barran Ollis Barran Jas Katis Jas Katis Annor E-059 Tyrell Lockhart Tyrell Lockhart
Saul Vandron Saul Vandron Tulan Kor Tulan Kor Asmus Omaand Asmus Omaand Alessandra Io Alessandra Io Kal Kal Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Rex Valhoun Rex Valhoun


Loadout
Protection/Equipment
Beskar Brodie-Helm

Free-State Surplus Gas-Mask
2nd-Gen Galidraani SF Combat Webbing
Free-State Surplus Flak Jacket

Hipflask (Mineheel Moonshine)

Weaponry/Explosives

SA-35 Heavy Blaster Rifle

AP-25i "SIMP" Particle-Beam Blaster Pistol
Beskar Romphaia
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Old Fairbairn Vibrodagger
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X3 Incendiary Grenades

X2 Flashbangs
X3 Tetan Mastiffs
X5 Repurposed Valdr Skær-Pattern Dual-Role Droids

Scar Hound Array
X1 Scavenged Goliath Main Battle Tank
X50 SHT-66 "Malm-hrið" Heavy Battle Droids

X100 SHT-26 "Bedevil" Heavy War Bikes
X75 Scavenged XT-62 "Cataphract" Main Battle Tanks
X20 Branchlurkers
X300 Moon Children


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NEXUS OF THE BLOOD-HOUND: SHRIVEN NO MORE - PART TEN
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The Reach of Nitharl, Base of Mt. Geran,
Northern Temple Valley, Tython (Late-Autum of 876 ABY)


'Ronar's Men!'

The wrath of the mountains wasn't enough any more, the sundering skies above could do nothing to hold them off, but the Bloodhound, and his young upstarts, weren't about to spoil a moment they could all savour together. Even the new addition to the Tri-Lunar clique, in all his untapped potential, would contribute to the pre-storming swell of fighting marauders, bringing out the purple banner of his budding tribe to rally his brethren to their position as Mawites of all manner began to add their weight to the attacking throng.

'My Violet Wolves! TO ME!'

It would be needed for the next part, and none present had any delusions of the contrary, but with that considered, none present wanted any delusions that would keep them from the thrill of the most dangerous fights on Tython that day. Especially not Ghoul, and Thomas could see it with ease in the restlessness that kept the young Zabrak from standing still, hearing it in his voice as the upstart growled,'This is it, brother! This our chance to prove our worth to the Mongrel!', with his helmet slamming into Barran's own to get his mentor prepared and angry enough for the task ahead. The one-eyed Woad liked that attitude, hoping that the Zabrak's prefight hazing would continue after his ascension to Warlord, as it inadvertently proved to be an effective means of intensifying an already dangerous level of pent up savagery, and at the same time - an equally effective means of keeping the Bloodhound well-grounded as a leader in battle.

'THIS IS WHERE MEANING CAN BE FOUND IN OUR LIVES - IN SERVICE TO THE GREAT CYCLE!!!!'

Rebirth smiles on you, brother.... And for this, I sigh with relief. And for this, elation also.
A wondrous moment was this, though if any random captive were to see such an interaction unfold, the dread driven into their minds would surely render such captives silent enough that they would meekly accept the horrible deaths that followed. Such fanaticism had become a norm in the Galaxy, all with their own driving pillars of wisdom and strength to call on, though two factions in particular had mastered it in the recent decades of Galactic-scale struggles; and with Barrans serving in both of the war's most extreme factions, the likelihood of faith being the driving factor rose with every passing moment in the crucible, especially with other factors considered. Many who fought in both the Third Imperial Civil War and the Second Great Hyperspace war alike adhered to at least some manner of faith, whether it was the Goidels and their faith in Dia, the Ashlan faith, that of the Mandalorian clans, or the Maw's faith in the Three - belief in higher powers or callings made greats and terrors of them all.

As now - I can finally understand Her hidden language.
The words she speaks between the lines.

And to all those standing before him, it seemed as though the Bloodhound's faith in the Dark Voice and the Dark Three surpassed that of any other warrior in the Galaxy, seemingly dwarfing the very essence of each god who dared guide the Maw's enemies to such brutalising battlefields over the years.
'Boss! My team is gone, I need new people to continue our sacred mission on behalf of the Avatars!'

Interesting....
Stepping down from his vantage-point, the Bloodhound removed his helmet and gas-mask to address the new arrival with at least some semblance of pertinence, answering,'Then join mine.', showing the fresh, still bleeding wound that was once his right eye, pointing to it before drawing Spindly's attention to the blood-smeared rune on his flak-jacket. 'Your team were accepted, lucky bastards the lot of them! For they may just be fortunate enough to be kissed by Rebirth someday - as I was.', Barran continued, putting gas-mask and Brodie-helm back on after making his point, for none would willingly follow a hopeless thrall into the fire. But the Bloodhound was master of his fate, captain of his own soul, and though he had no clue of his true freedom as a Scar Hound, it was obvious to all around him that the Woad's loyalty to the Maw had been every part as liberating as it had been for the Mongrel. The Bloodhound, just like his mentor, lived to serve and to conquer in the name of the Maw, to live and die in the hopes of seeing the Great Cycle cleansing flames someday.

'EVERYONE, READY YOUR HEARTS FOR BLOODSHED!!!! IT IS TIME TO REAP THE WHIRLWIND ONCE AGAIN!!!!'
A cacophony of raging, excited outcries rose with the stormy gusts around them in answer, followed by the repeated, intensifying chant of,"War, Death, Rebirth!', setting the tone clearly for what was about to transpire next. Still feeling the intensity of the drums from within him, the rage of Mar'Zambul was still looming in Barran's soul, and in accordance and adherence to the will of the Heathen Priests, the acolyte and preacher in his own right made sure not to let them down, promising them (and himself) that there would be ample destruction at which they could marvel and gasp upon arrival. Reinforcements mattered not to those already set with their eyes on the ultimate prize of victory, but in the event the hordes arrived to Tython in time to turn the tide, the Bloodhound knew in his heart that their presence would grant event more strength to their efforts for the rest of the battle, welcoming the prospect as the Scar Hounds braced for their most daring attack of the battle so far.
'LIVE OR DIE, TODAY - YOU WILL ALL BE REMEMBERED!!!! NOTHING IS IN VAIN!!!! NOTHING IS WHAT BECOMES OF THIS GALAXY!!!!'

As far this Galaxy is concerned, as all things should be.
Then, with one last scan of the throng before him, from one periphery to the other, the Bloodhound raised his Aethysian Romphaia high above his head for all to see. Flashes of purple and red lightning in the distance would give life to the Beskar-forged beauty in full view of the others, lighting up the under-curved blade from a distance but still bright enough that some briefly needed to shield their eyes from it; whether those who saw it lived or died, none would care any longer, for the wonders hadn't ceased since they first exited their dropships hours before, and it seemed that the wonders would continue for as long as they served the Dark Three faithfully. Nothing was stopping them from charging up the rest of the incline by then, and not even a single hint of hesitation would impede them either, all the Scar Hounds and their affiliated allies were chomping at the bit, proving more than ready for the final order to strike.

Let us gain our head-start on the drums.

Let us paint them a mural as we go.


'ADVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANCE!!!!'

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NEXUS OF THE BLOOD-HOUND: SHRIVEN NO MORE - PART ELEVEN
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Mt. Firthwatch, West of the Akar Kesh,
Temple Valley, Tython (Late-Autumn of 876 ABY)


<"Rook, if you're looking for a little entertainment, look to the western pincer. They're going for it!">
Dreamer couldn't help but laugh, though there was no doubt an absolute joy to it, contextualised when he exclaimed,'Avatars be praised, Rook! Caz wasn't even remotely joking by the way! Out - standing, Bloodhound.... Good show!', before giving in to the curiosity in a bid to shake off the mirth. However, despite the fact that much was moving forward with the Woad and his Zabrak apprentice, the merry chase the eastern pincer had led a small number of Nuetralizers on had drawn to a close at the summit of Mt. Firthwatch, letting their pursuers peel off and back to their battle-lines as Rook and Dreamer found their respite in the east-facing show of Akar Kesh. Overlooking the Flesh-Raider grounds with their Cataphracts and SHT-66 heavy war-droids soon later, with all the heavy machinery pre-emptively arrayed in a wide, open formation, all of the Scar Hounds fighting for the east specifically could see the meat-grinder battle below.

<"Seen, though we've spotted something juicy on our end - bit farther south and a bit less entertaining at the moment.">

Creating opportunity for a contingent with no allies in the Flesh Raider Grounds getting in their way, and it was in these moments when the most creative part of the process would unfold, likely bringing results that could open their path to the most vulnerable enemy positions within Temple Valley. It was a long, wide play away from the main battle, but both Rook and Dreamer were confident that this was where they would start to curve inward towards the mayhem once more, choosing not to fret on the matter from the moment all had agreed on the matter.

Dreamer had fortunately been present when there had been predictive speculation on their part in Operation: Shatterpoint, noting in particular that one of the two flanking prongs were expected to encounter tough, well-embedded opposition along the way. Remembering this, it became quite clear to the introspective heart of the Trilunar clique, seeing with ease that they would be the ones required to initiate the element of surprise, but as for how they would go about achieving this, only Caz and Rook could pin the specifics down with definitive finality. Many developments were to be considered, and though House Io's creations had grown bored in their pursuit, the sight of Sabretooth elements engaging units from the GADF was presenting something of a new challenge, a developing situation that still presented a rather volatile obstruction of sorts.

<"Getting fight-greedy, are we?

The sort that thwarted all hubris, the sort that thwarted even the greatest of warfighting glories.

<"Something like that, Mineheel. What's on your mind?">
Like an open book from the moment he first patched through, and Dreamer could tell from that singular response alone that Rook hadn't missed a beat. The former could not have been more proud of the latter in that moment, as the Bloodhound's conditioning was proving to be making cunning tricksters of every Trilunar who served with him, and it was small realisations like this that fuelled Dreamer, giving him hope of achieving his wildest visions of the future he always wanted.

<"You know we still have - ummm.... Cards to play, right?">

<"I'll get back to you on that- in fact.... You think you can get those Branchlurkers up here any time soon?">

<"You're an idiot, Rook. But still, yes. It can be done. Give me an hour. And again, you're an idiot. Mineheel out!">

Surrendering the fall-back element to the fight for the receding flood-plains, Dreamer knew that Rook was taking a great risk in asking this of the purple Twi'Lek, as this was tantamount to sticking Cazne's neck on the chopping block, especially if the late plan went awry. And yet, like their Twi'Lek friend, Dreamer still trusted Rook enough that he felt assured the budding strategist would succeed, as it seemed by then that the opportunity truly was ripe for the taking. 'Blood for blood, death for death, soul for soul!', Rook began as he turned to look northward for a moment, trailing off to look up to the stormy tower to the west with an awestruck sigh of pure, unbridled amazement. Rook then saluted the Akar Kesh, Solipsis, and the heart of the storms in silence as Dreamer watched on with an amazement of his own, then concluded,'Our will be done, even if we're driven back.... We still have idled Moon Children after all.', in the most blood-chilling, unforgiving tone.

'All good things come to those who wait, Dreamer. Patience, and in this instance especially - reaps it's own rewards.... A charmed life is that of a Trilunar today, so enjoy it. Not gonna be another like it for a while. I can guarantee that almost straight away too.'
 
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Location: Tython
Objective: Defend the temple
Tag: Erion Justeene Erion Justeene

Even going through so much training, Silas wasn't going to be fully prepared for a real fight. In practice, his masters always seemed to take it easy on him and never had any thoughts in striking him down. But now, he was up against a relentless opponent who wouldn't hesitate in kill him when he had the chance. All Silas could do was put into practice what the Nobles had taught him to simply survive. Right now, he was seemingly at a disadvantage on all levels.

Scorch marks seemed to already cover parts of his clothing from the heat of the lightsabers and how close they had been to touching their delicate skin. Dodging the strikes seemed to be beneficial for now, compared to blocking which would of zapped his energy. For now he had to keep up this attack, even if it meant going against his preferred style.

Silas slung the rubble of the temple with speed towards the sith, who managed to partially get out the way. Narrowing his again he noticed that parts of it had indeed made contact with his helmet, denting it visibly to the padawans pleasure "Be thankful for your helmet sith..." he grunted, before wiping away a layer of dust from his ever determined face.

Upon moving his hand away he was surprised to see a pillar being hurled in his direction. The padawan opened his eyes wide and dived to the floor, avoid the large object and letting it crash into the wall behind him. Breathing heavily, he looked behind him to see it crumbling before his eyes. Pieces of large rock tumbled down towards him as he scrambled to his feet, panting and desperate to stagger further forwards. He was lucky to only escape with cuts and bruises, compared to broken bones and other sick injuries he could of sustained.

The padawan kept his forward progression going by running through the raining rocks from above. Bravely, he went towards the hiding Sith with purpose, lowering his hand down at the same time to sling the head head of one of the fallen statues towards his cover "Show yourself!" he yelled at him with his lightsaber outstretched, swinging his weapon with more aggression towards the wall that was covering the resting sith.
 
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Engaging: Jeren Kestros

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Suspiria

The holy man blocked each attack with swift precision, denying the Sith any opportunity to land a strike. It was a small matter, as Syphus was playing with the man, searching his technique for information. Every swing of the lightsaber was telling, in its own way. After years of killing, Syphus learned that much could be gleaned from the way a person used their weapon. However, it appeared that his quarry was studying him as well, a detail that would keep Syphus sporadic in his attacks. He would keep this Jedi on his toes until he could deal the killing blow.

As their blades continued to clash back and forth, Syphus let out another maniacal chuckle.

"Oh, but you are, little Jedi. As were the last few Jedi that crossed my path... as will many more once I've put you in the ground."

Almost immediately after he spoke, the Jedi's stance shifted. His blocks were replaced by a parry, and Syphus suddenly found himself on the back foot. Syphus began to step back, keeping the distance between himself and his opponent's blade. There was a certain precision to this Jedi. Well-trained, methodical, concentrated... perhaps a worthy opponent after all.

Syphus blocked each hit as he stepped back, his blade swinging in wild, yet fluid arcs, as if he were dancing to a jaunty tune. The majority of the blows were easy enough to block, though eventually one found purchase, singeing his flesh as plasma grazed against his skin. Syphus jumped back, clearing some distance to get away for a moment. He cried out in pain, but his anguish wouldn't last. As the screaming slowly turned into a thunderous laughter, Syphus stared down his opponent.

"The little Jedi has some skill, I see. How fun... HOW FUN INDEED!"

His free hand lashed outward, and from his fingertips arced a fury of crimson lightning. If he couldn't kill the man with a lightsaber, then he would have to settle for burning him with the darkness itself. But one way or another... this man would burn.

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Surea let herself fly out. Or, was going to. Even where they were was a place she could survive. Probably. It was a better chance than letting herself be some research object for the Jedi to castrate the only thing that made her feel valuable. Powerful. And there she was. Amani, again in the way. Always in the way. Her brow furrowed as she tried to push off and away. But there was nothing to hold onto.

Fine.

She raised her rotted hand. Sparks danced between her fingertips before she let her hate unleash in an admittedly brief burst of lightning. Her only goal was to stun the Jedi long enough for her to actually go out the airlock before Kai ended up sealing her in again.

Amani Serys Amani Serys | Arlo Renard Arlo Renard
 
Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Freedom
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent | Nite agent | Marauder and Agent of the Maw, Mongrel's advisor and shadow
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Objective: Protect Mongrel and Kallan
Location: Journey's End, Tython
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Tags: The Mongrel The Mongrel | Julian Qar Julian Qar | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran
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[ Need Another Word ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
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  • Keilara collapses and her "chest"/soul starts to bleed.
  • Mercy tries to stop Asher and Barran.
  • Mercy starts to remember Freedom's knowledge.
  • Mercy's "chest"/soul starts to bleed.
Mercy #1
Mongrel #1
Barran #1
Mercy #2
Mongrel #2
Mercy #3
Barran #2
Mongrel #3
Mercy #4
Barran #3
Mongrel #4
Mercy #5
Barran #4
Mongrel #5

~ Inside the mind palace | Kallan and Keilara ~
I was never bothered by this place that I had to support and try to heal him. After all, his presence was a cure for me. I knew that if he'll be himself again, entirely, the current line-up would change as well and I wouldn’t have to be so careful with him. But I also inherited that from Ziare and Mercy. Ironically, both sides have taken care of others all their lives, trying to protect others. Because I was unable to do so. I wanted to change that. Maybe that’s why I guarded so much and took care of Kallan to fix the fact that Mercy and Ziare suffered for me, because of me. If I had been strong enough, they wouldn’t even exist. And everyone just hurt Ziare.

Ziare has always fought for, trying to protect those who have suffered under Sith oppression. She wasn't able to protect herself, ourself, so she tried to save and protect others. At home, back home on Serenno. Against the reign of terror of our own parents. And later, Mercy defended Asher almost from the first moment because she was grateful that she was released from prison. Ziare learned in the COMPNOR that the secrets of her home, the NIO, the Empire, must be protected, she cannot reveal them. My whole life revolved around me to protect others or other things. That, I think, has become part of me. Although for me, only Kallan and, in part, Asher were most important. After all, they could not exist without each other.

I watched my husband quietly, a little worriedly but lovingly. He seemed to have really managed to distract him. I was very happy about that. I knew pretty much what he thought of Mongrel. Probably not everything, but I did have a pretty comprehensive picture of it. So it was really hard to tell him that. I think I was able to compromise to help Kallan, although I don’t know how much I had a raison d’être, as I had almost not existed in time compared to the others. And it also hurt that he thought so, because I know Mercy thought they were the same person, he made no distinction between Kallan and Asher.

And the truth was, the more I became Mercy and Ziare again, the more I became one again, I started to feel the same way. I felt the feeling Mercy felt for Asher, it was the same as I felt for Kallan. And what she felt for Kallan. We loved them both wholeheartedly and unconditionally. And we would have done anything for them. That’s why I tried to do everything for Kallan. No matter the cost.

~ I envy you so much for these simple things. ~ I smiled kindly and stroked his face softly

Ziare learned, because she wanted to be different from the usual noblemen. So she secretly and under her pseudonym as Ziare, earned our degree in mechanical engineering. I always smile at this part, we have the same fate and even our chosen profession. The only difference was that I graduated from college while he wasn’t. What was the chance of that? Maybe fate wanted it that way? I was not so sentimental because of that; romantic maybe, but even I knew fate didn’t matter and did not exist.

But this pleasant moment was broken by Mercy's scream and the recognition. Moments after I hugged my legs crying, Kallan was already by my side. When he hugged me, I didn’t linger, but I cried even louder at the thought that I should comfort him, I should do this, not him to me. He's the one who might die. I was selfish. Maybe he’s going to die and I’m crying and I need to be comforted. I should comfort and support him and find a way to prevent this from happening. But I was unable to do anything…

I turned to the side, hugged his waist, and buried my face in his chest. His words were reassuring. He shouldn't do this, I should do it! The guilt I felt about it was at least as painful as it was to know that he could die and that he had to comfort me because I was blocked and unable to do what was my duty. As I felt the gentle but reassuring touch, I hugged him even tighter and cried even louder. I don't know when, but I was finally able to look it up at him.

~ But until when? How long? ~ I asked crying. ~ Until our intertwined mind breaks apart? Until our common world disintegrates and you disappear from it forever? Until I lose you? ~

My voice was full of despair and fear. I didn’t want him to die, I didn’t want to lose him.

~ I should comfort you… I should support you… forgive me Kallan... forgive me for letting you down… ~

I looked up at him with teary eyes, my face red with shame, the flame of guilt and shame glowing and burning in my eyes.

~ I do not want to lose you! I do not want to… ~ my voice trailed off.

I didn't want to face the future without him…

And I didn’t even feel the strength to do so to be alone again…

~ Ouch! ~ I groaned.

I pulled a little further away from Kallan, in the middle of my chest, not far above my heart, Kallan's shirt, which was still on me, was red, and the bloodstain was getting bigger and bigger, just like the pain…

~ Kallan! ~ I said in fright.

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~ Present, Tython | Asher and Mercy (and Barran) ~
I watched my husband and Stormchaser wordlessly, with a squeezed heart. In reality, I was still standing, showing no signs of weakness, but at home, in our minds, I couldn’t stay on my feet and fell to my knees. I only cried at home, I only dared to show weakness in front of him, not to anyone else. But he didn't look back, he didn't see. I saw Barran realise the blade was similar to what they were using in his family. But he didn't know who could make it. He didn’t know his son was alive and at least as crazy as Asher was when we first met, when he was The Mongrel.

But Asher changed, he became much more human, the madness disappeared from him, just as the chains of Maw were no longer able to hold him as before. Ever since they bounced, though not completely torn apart, not yet. He could break free, we could live together. He just has to let go of wanting to conform to the Avatars by wanting to make it to the paradise. But if he dies now, I'll lose him forever because of the runes.

Even if there is the promised paradise that I doubted, as the three Avatars devoured souls. He won't get to the Netherworld either. Though he was strong, he could stay on his own, he could remain himself. However, if those runes were to break, he would be free from the ritual. For a moment... I stopped. I shouldn't remember these! I shouldn't know these. My soul was bleeding from the realisation that I was going to lose him. That he thinks so. And the bleeding wound brought something out…

Freedom.

It was his laugh that dragged him back to reality. Although it was mechanical, it wasn't the same laughing, as he used to laugh in my presence, to me. That one seemed gentle, soft, cheerful even through the speakers. It is not. The additional words hurt my soul and heart even more. I didn't care that Barran also thought he wasn't leaving this place alive. But the part is that Asher thought the same, yes. My soul ached; I could barely stand on my feet in reality. I don’t know, I don’t know how I’ll be able not to interfere.

Even if he hated me for the rest of his life, it would be better than watching him die. Because then at least I would know he was alive. I saw Barran's reaction, I didn't hear what happened, but I see. I knew somewhere and yes… for Irveric; Tavlar was the reason why Ziare joined the NIO, the principles he represented. Caelitus was dead. The Avatars did not respond to my plea, I pressed my bleeding fists to my chest with trembling hands.

"This is what we're trying to end, you know," The Mongrel rumbled, his voice oddly... gentle? Sentimental? "They'll never end it on their own, these emperors and senators and petty aristocrats. They'll just keep warring, keep you and yours fighting and bleeding and dying on their behalf, to prop up their own power." The cyborg shook his head, grind whirrrr grind. "The cycle has to move on. No more Empires or Republics. No more Jedi or Sith. No more old, corrupted structures of power. A clean beginning."

"If you really believed in this, you would break the cycle; you would come with me, leave everything here… you would break the cycle and not continue, because if you continue nothing will change, ever. You would let the Mongrel die and you would only live as Asher with me. You're not the Mongrel anymore, my love... you are much much more. You just need to make the last step to be free, to shake off the Maw's shackles…" I whispered barely audibly to his back, not interested if Barran read it from my lips, and I didn't know and I don't care if he hears my words or not.

Even deeper and stronger pain, I didn’t want to watch this all the way through. I wanted to reach out to the minds of both of them to send them away to give them a better idea that they don’t really want a war, a fight.

"You just have to break the cycle, not continue it!" I shouted to them crying, I lost again, even though the duel had not yet begun.

It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense to continue. The tears rained down from my eyes non-stop, and the mental pain was so strong I could barely stand on my feet. I wanted to rush over there to stop Asher so I could stop between the two of them so I could die rather than him. The greeting; Barran, will do as well soon and the duel will begin. I did not want to.

"Don't just try to send him there, you have to... you have to..." I muttered nearly silently. "Or just drop your sword and walk away, no one will ever know, no one, never…"

I wanted nothing more than to walk with him hand in hand, towards a better, common future…

At home, in our minds, I looked at my bleeding and sore chest, where the bleeding wound was getting bigger and bigger…

"Asher!" I said in fright.

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It was a deadlock. Amani and Surea engaged in a push and pull for the upper hand, while Kai's quick thinking threatened to reverse the Sith's efforts from the get-go.

"I… won't… let you!" Amani pulled with as much strain as her already divided attention would allow, refusing to let the Rot have another chance. But Surea was just as stubborn, and though she couldn't have known it, lightning still provoked an intense reaction out of the good doctor.

Arcs of electricity jumped from her outstretched fingers and to Amani's, shocking her well out of focus. The scales tipped, and in a last-ditch attempt to lash out at Surea, Amani clenched her fist. Divine beams of light began to leak out from between her fingers, until the hand opened fully to unleash a blinding flash of Force Light. She had never been able to master it before, and now it came to her in a moment of desperation. The blast was smiteful but fleeting, also causing Amani's telekinetic hold to fade.

 
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Objective 1/3
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim | Judah Lesan Judah Lesan | Damsy Callat Damsy Callat
Duel: CLOSED
Warpost: Anyone else warposting and attacking Akar Kesh, if you wish to join the fight, feel free to! Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!
Links: Weapons | Chosen | Some vehicles and other stuff​


He could have killed her, then and there, he could have taken her head from her shoulders. But he didn't. In that moment, not even he could explain why. She laughed bitterly, that bitterness was something Zachariel shared. Though his turned spiteful as she continued speaking, demeaning him for his millennia of life. He thought like a mortal? Scoffing loudly, the warlord sneered beneath his helm at her. What did she know? For so many centuries had he schemed, planned, killed, and made his way through the galaxy. Now he stood at the cusp of so many plans come together, his and others, and it was glorious.

"Like a mortal? You know nothing, dear Ingrid. Nothing of the plans I've completed, or the work I've done. All you see is but a fraction of what I've completed over the centuries."

Looking up at the same time Ingrid did, the warlords scowl turned into a bloodthirsty grin. He felt the act first, of the moons surface being ripped open, and then he saw it. The streaks of debris streaking towards the surface. It was beautiful, and that beauty only increased as they crashed into Tython, and the very surface seemed to erupt. Gaze returning to Ingrid, his eyes were ablaze with a dark joy. Leaning forward with a smirk, he let out a low, rumbling chuckle.
"And who said that this mere planet would be everything?"

He said nothing else, let her make of that what she would. All of this was a risky gamble, a last ditch effort to do what they had set out to do. If they didn't succeed, they'd be on the backfoot, and he didn't dare contemplate what that meant. Focusing on the present, he answered her question, and her cold reply garnered another snort from he. He could tell she was hiding her true feelings from him, though he was unsure what those were. Watching his lover, his stance widened as the world itself shook.

Snarling beneath his mask, he glances about as the world itself rebels. That snarl soon turns into a grin. If the planet tears itself apart, or the ritual does, it matters little to him.
"What the Force wants matters little. This ritual will do its best to force it to submit, and the more it fights." He laughs again. "Well, the end shall be memorable."

Zachariel didn't mean death in that regard, though he left it up to her to figure it out. Regardless of the outcome, it would be glorious. And that glory would be shared with others. With a pulsing thought, a message was sent across the stars, to those waiting for it.


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The Bloodsworn continued on, charging the enemy, and yet it did nothing. From a vehicle that slammed into them, while being torn to shreds and the shrapnel cutting deep into the marauders. To the Force being used against them, and more. Yet they still fought on, unflinching and uncaring of their deaths, of the blood spilled to even get close to Judah and Damsy. So long as they held them off and away from the ritual, they would earn their place in paradise.

Charging ever onward, through whatever may come, their eyes were drawn to the sky as well. The moon had chunks torn form it, and the marauders could feel the power just as any other could. Cheering at the display from the Dark Voice, at the will of their Dark Gods being made manifest, their chants continued ever louder.
"For the Dark Three, kill, maim, burn!"

At the forefront of this small horde were a handful of Bloodsworn squads. These were all uniformly melee oriented and had led the charge out. They had also survived the brunt of the attacks thus far, leaving them bloodied and all the more eager to get revenge. That revenge was not to come, unfortunately for them. Instead, Damsy screamed and the Bloodsworn did as well. Those closest had just reached them when it struck, tearing into them, through their sanity and their ranks.

They screamed as she did, in abject agony as their minds were flayed apart, as their bodies were torn to shreds. And they continued to scream, even as they died, falling to the ground as she did. The few squads directly before Damsy and Judah were dead, fallen to the ground in mangled heaps. For a dozen and more meters, there stood no Bloodsworn in the way of Judah. His charge towards Maeve interrupted only by those few who had somehow survived.

Others on the fringes, past the scream and other attacks, were pushing in. They moved slower, hesitant for any other such tricks. There was some fear present, but not all of it towards what their foe could do. Moving towards Judah and Damsy, they halted for a moment as Maeve barked out an order once more.
"Leave him, take the Sith! He's mine."

Immediately, the squads of Bloodsworn turned and focused on Damsy. She still had several dozen meters before any got close, but they still opened fire on her. This time though, they used the natural cover they had far more readily, wary of any tricks she might pull. They had no special powers, no extra aids, they were but mortals aiming to take down a Force user. And they sought to do so in the name of their Dark Avatars, and with prayers to their Voice and Warlord on their lips.

On the other hand, the commander here, Maeve, hadn't moved from her position atop the outcrop. It was a clear path between her and Judah, and she watched him. She had been watching these two fight, ever since they hadfirst torn into the ranks of the Bloodsworn. Now, she believed she had a measure of his mettle. Hefting her hammer into her hands, she laughed loudly while calling out.
"Come then, Jedi! Your planet burns around you, your moons are being torn asunder. Come and die with your world!"


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Half a galaxy away, final preparations were being made. Vehicles were readied, munitions loaded, and slaves forced into position. Behind them, various marauders readied themselves, hefting their weapons as they waited. And all around, Heathen Priests chanted, calling out to the Avatars as final preparations were made. Soon, they would depart, and in the name of the Avatars and for the galaxy to come, they would fulfill their god given mission and burn a planet to the ground.


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At almost the same time Kai made his stun attempt, Surea lashed out with a brief flash of lightning. For perhaps the first time that day, Kai was very glad he was no longer a Sithspawn. His old body would have melted from even the slightest voltage, morphing back to its true form and leaving him badly weakened.

His current human body was still vulnerable to it, however, and he quickly moved to absorb the energy. Most of it was directed toward Amani anyway. She responded by blasting Surea with divine Light.

For the second time that day, he was very, very glad he was no longer a Sithspawn. Amani's Light didn't harm him in the slightest. In fact, it felt nice, like a warm, comforting blanket.

Surea was most certainly not having the same experience. Kai had gotten the airlock to close, but Amani had lost her telepathic hold on the Sith. From his angle, unable to move due to his broken leg, Kai had no idea what was happening or who was winning. But if Surea escaped, well... he wasn't above obliterating her in midair with the ship's weaponry in order to ensure she couldn't spread her Rot anywhere else.

 
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Objective: I - Shatterpoint
Location: Near the Crashed Mawite Star Destroyer
Tags: Rose Dorce | Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla | DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran | Thomas Barran Thomas Barran | Scylla AI Scylla AI | Zark San Tekka Zark San Tekka | SF-3335 SF-3335 | Rex Valhoun Rex Valhoun

  • 1x Company of Knyghts of the Maw
    • Total: 200 Men divided as follows:
      • Squad 1 (Temple Approach): 25 Knyghts
      • Squad 2 (Temple Approach): 25 Knyghts
      • Squad 3 (Temple Approach): 25 Knyghts
      • Squad 4 (Temple Approach): 25 Knyghts
      • Squad 5 (Temple Approach): 25 Knyghts
      • Squad 6 (Foothills): 25 Knyghts
      • Squad 7 (Foothills): 25 Knyghts
      • Squad 8 (Foothills): 25 Knyghts
  • 2x Regiments of Brutetrooper Auxiliaries
    • Total: 4,000 Men divided as follows
      • 1st Battalion(Temple Approach): 400 Men
      • 2nd Battalion(Temple Approach): 400 Men
      • 3rd Battalion (Temple Approach): 380/400 Men
      • 4th Battalion (Temple Approach): 355/400 Men
      • 5th Battalion (Temple Approach): 400 Men
      • 6th Battalion (Temple Approach): 370/400 Men
      • 7th Battalion (Temple Approach): 358/400 Men
      • 8th Battalion (Foothills): 366/400 Men
      • 9th Battalion (Foothills): 400 Men
      • 10th Battalion (Foothills): 400 Men
  • 1x Regiment of Sith Troopers (Armor)
    • Total: 2,000 Men divided as follows:
      • 1st Battalion (Temple Approach): 390 Men
      • 2nd Battalion (Temple Approach): 387 Men
      • 3rd Battalion (Temple Approach): 400 Men
      • 4th Battalion (Foothills): 400 Men
      • 5th Battalion (Foothills): 400 Men
  • 2x Armored Divisions Comprised of the Following:

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The surface of Tython had turned into both a proverbial and quite literal hellscape. Large chunks of the moon above began cascading toward the planet surface, resulting in massive impacts scattered indiscriminately across the entire embattled region of the planet. Between the natural forces of the planet/celestial bodies, and the firm resistance encountered by the Imperial line on both the foothills and temple approach were expected, but no less stalwart. The probing attacks scattered along the foothills had the desired effect, causing Imperial forces to react with near-immediate and commensurate force to rebuff the incursions. In short order, the foothill force began committing the full weight of their first wave, with their own contingent of Kraken walkers pushing doggedly forward. Salvos of air-burst fragmentation missiles launched from their berths within the imposing walkers, exploding nearly a meter and a half above the heads of the dug-in Imperial troopers. A battle line of 8 such walkers formed the first wave, supported by what surviving Raider walkers remained from the prior skirmishing actions. Brutetroopers utilized the massive hulk of the walker screen to advance, firing sporadic fusillades of blaster fire in the hopes of keeping Imperial heads down during the slow and steady advance while scattered return fire pinged against the shielding of the walkers.

Meanwhile on the temple approach to the west, a similar assault was underway as the spray of missile fire intensified as the Final Dawn forces pushed forward. Moderate casualties began to mount as the initial wave pushed forward - intent on breaking through the right-most section of the trench line. Despite early progress, two Kraken walkers erupted into gouts of flame as anti-armor ordinance combined with the persistent free-fall of moon shards managed to overwhelm the walkers’ collective defenses, along with several more Raider walkers in the immediate area. Saevius scanned the battlescape with his synthetic irises; his tactical HUD streaming a litany of information for his organic mind to process. Allied forces began meeting stiff resistance from SJC forces along the temple perimeter on their flank, with the fighting growing in intensity with each passing moment. Then there was Rose.

She had stubbornly rebuffed his mental proddings, which coaxed both mirth and anticipation within the Sith Lord’s mental psyche. Her proximity to the front line pushed him further to the conclusion he was already coming to as he appraised the data. They needed to decisively push forward - punch through the NIO line so they could fold the Imperial flank inward and wheel toward the Temple so as to encircle the enemy forces. If they could do that... their victory would be one vital step closer to fruition. And the probability of luring his newfound prize into a confrontation - well, it threatened to overwhelm Saevius within his metallic prison. He flexed his ‘fingers’ - a compulsion he occasionally caught himself doing ever since being interred within his new body. He never realized how much he enjoyed the casual relief of cracking his knuckles until now - when the ball bearing construct internally balanced in his forearm casing caused the metallic appendages to move in and out with a smoothness that could make any tech jockey flush with envy.

Yet another slight he would visit upon her in due time.

The Sith Lord clutched his lightsaber and pulled it from its harness at his side. He turned to the Knyght commander standing resolutely beside him, and said:
”Relay orders for the second wave to begin their approach, and order your Knyghts to form up and rally on me. We will charge on my mark.”

The commander merely nodded solemnly, issuing orders to his men to prepare for a charge. As he did so, Saevius keyed in the comm frequency for the walkers remaining within the initial wave. <”Commence with bombardment on the following coordinates.”> Saevius’ tactical uplink synchronized with that of the walker column, which pinpointed the coordinates hovering over the edge of the NIO trenchline. After finishing their previous fire orders against the enemy tank lines and emplacements, the Krakens angled their missile tubes in unison over the general area. At once, air-burst fragmentation missiles screeched through the sky just as Saevius’ heavily distorted synthetic voice issued its command.

”CHARGE!”

The squads of Knyghts surged forth behind their commander, with the front line of brutetroopers increasing their covering fire so as to ease the approach of the elite force. Ahead of them, the missiles quickly found their targets along the trench and exploded nearly a meter & a half above them. Clouds of shrapnel and burning material would rain down onto the ground below, harkening the advance of ‘The Burned One’ himself.

Saevius was the first to jump into the trench, a lone blade of his dual hafted lightsaber igniting straight into the torso of a hapless soldier hunkered down for cover in an attempt to avoid the fragmentation barrage. Several others further down the line reacted with stunned disbelieve at the notion someone would brave the no-man’s-land to push forward, but to the credit of their rigid training and discipline - their moment of incredulity quickly fell to the wayside as they attempted to compose themselves and repulse the intruders. The runes inlaid within Saevius’ armored skin pulsed as he called upon the force - his hand extended in front of him as sparks began to travel through the semi-conductors inlaid within his palm.

In an instant, deep purple-hued lightning coursed through his ‘fingers’ - charring the dust and dirt particles between him and the handful of soldiers standing before him. Their bodies would contort in agony as the outline of the skeleton would flash before the eyes of anyone around to see. The burst of energy would end, only to be followed up by the overpowering charge of the oversized hulks who charged forth into the trenches. As the Knyghts set about exacting a toll of blood amongst those deeper into the trench, Saevius couldn’t help but test his connection to Rose again.

This time, he spoke.[/color]

”WARRIOOORS...” His voice began with a loud, resonating tone within her mind, only to be offset by the following words which were projected with but a whisper:

”Come out to play...”

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  • The foothill contingent has fully committed to push against the NIO line, initiating a full scale missile bombardment upon its dogged defenders
  • The temple approach contingent has suffered moderate casualties, but continues to push despite losses.
  • A focused fragmentation barrage has been launched against the edge of the temple approach NIO line to soften the defenders in tandem with covering anti-personnel fire.
  • Taking advantage of the above, Saevius charges against the edge of the trench line with his contingent of Knyghts, and proceeds to flex his muscle against the hapless npc troopers within it.
  • Clearly not learning his lesson, Saevius continues to goad Rose.

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