Annihilation Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

[Ingrid L'lerim]

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

Objective: Try to assassinate Darth Solipsis
Location: Akar Kesh, Tython
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: Zachariel Steelblood

[ Planet Hell ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Spoiler: tl;dr

• Ingrid continues to speaking with Zach.
• Ingrid senses Geiseric's death.

Spoiler: story so far

Ingrid #1

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Site Administrator: Tefka Annihilation Duration: April 15th - May 15th Attackers Defenders Brotherhood of the Maw and the New Sith Order Darth Solipsis Jem Fossk The Mongrel Darth Caelitus Tu'teggacha Kralmus Orr Darth Mori Khamul Kryze Kyrel Ren Zachariel Steelblood Darth Ptolemis...

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Zachariel #1

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Site Administrator: Tefka Annihilation Duration: April 15th - May 15th Attackers Defenders Brotherhood of the Maw and the New Sith Order Darth Solipsis Jem Fossk The Mongrel Darth Caelitus Tu'teggacha Kralmus Orr Darth Mori Khamul Kryze Kyrel Ren Zachariel Steelblood Darth Ptolemis...

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Ingrid #2

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Site Administrator: Tefka Annihilation Duration: April 15th - May 15th Attackers Defenders Brotherhood of the Maw and the New Sith Order Darth Solipsis Jem Fossk The Mongrel Darth Caelitus Tu'teggacha Kralmus Orr Darth Mori Khamul Kryze Kyrel Ren Zachariel Steelblood Darth Ptolemis...

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Zachariel #2

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

TYTHON AIRSPACE Objective: Supporting the Defenders Equipment: MAA-001 HjCBg | MAA-004 HjFIP | JT-12 Jetpack | MAA-005 HjGPG | Tinfoil Hat Band Weapons: PGEM/MWP-001 | 2 PbBP-01 S.I. | Scatterblaster | 5 Vibro-knives in Self-sharpening Sheaths | 2 Batons | 2 Probe Droid Grenades | 2 Scarecrow...

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Ingrid #3

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Objective: 2 - End of an Era Location: Tython Orbit Tags: NIO - Albrecht F. Herlock | VADM Tarsa Doon | Caoimhe Crannach | Caarlyle Rausgeber Brotherhood of the Maw: | Tu'teggacha | Aldo Garrick | Derix Tirall | Akûz the Ravager | Marlon Sularen Accord/Allied Forces: Artemis Toth |...

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Zachariel #3

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Wearing: xxx Gear: arm, saber Allies: Defenders Engaging: Caltin Vanagor, Open He could sense it in the air and smell it on the wind. War had come to Tython. The sky grew dark as the massive fleets of both sides littered the orbit above. It would be a wonder if anyone made it off Tython alive...

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Ingrid #4

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Objective: I - Shatterpoint Location: Near the Crashed Mawite Star Destroyer Tags: Open Rose Dorce He could still feel it as if it were yesterday. The flames; the scent of burning flesh as every inch of his body screamed in pain. Saevius had died on the killing fields of Noris amidst a...

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Zachariel #4

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Kaleth Temple Outskirts, Tython Tags: Vector Monk Nimdok hardly reacted to the glove thrown at his cheek, the violent gesture having failed to wipe the mild smile from his impish features. He was surprised and confused by the man’s announcement that he was Nimdok’s “greatest academic rival”...

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Ingrid #5

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Kaleth Temple Outskirts, Tython Tags: Vector Monk Nimdok hardly reacted to the glove thrown at his cheek, the violent gesture having failed to wipe the mild smile from his impish features. He was surprised and confused by the man’s announcement that he was Nimdok’s “greatest academic rival”...

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Zachariel #5

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Allies: Coren Starchaser Celeste Rigel Caltin Vanagor Tracyn Ordo Zark San Tekka | Team Lightside Enemies: Darth Xanesh (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...

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Ingrid #6

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

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

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Zachariel #6

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

THE END IS THE BEGINNING :: Hanger, Avatar of War Runi directed a few lingering Mandalorians down the flanks to help button up the interior of the vessel. It was a big ship, and evidently the Sith hadn't bothered installing emergency bulkheads or blastdoors at every junction. Well, the...

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Ingrid #7

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THE END IS THE BEGINNING :: Hanger, Avatar of War Runi directed a few lingering Mandalorians down the flanks to help button up the interior of the vessel. It was a big ship, and evidently the Sith hadn't bothered installing emergency bulkheads or blastdoors at every junction. Well, the...

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Zachariel #7

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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...

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Ingrid #8

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Location: Outskirts of the Temple Ruins - Tython Objective: Engage Tython Accords Forces Allies: BotM (Ziare Dyarron Erion Justeene Thomas Barran Vector Monk Kyrel Ren Darth Libertas Romund Sro Darth Saevius Shai Krayt The Mongrel) │ TK (Carnifex-Demiurge Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax) Enemies...

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Zachariel #8

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

It was an impossible choice. Darkness and light clashed around him as Kahlil pushed himself up. The world shook from such a powerful and hateful scream. The choice Valery had to make. He knew she couldn't make it. Even as the building began to crumble and fall the Jedi lifted his saber...

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Ingrid #9

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It was an impossible choice. Darkness and light clashed around him as Kahlil pushed himself up. The world shook from such a powerful and hateful scream. The choice Valery had to make. He knew she couldn't make it. Even as the building began to crumble and fall the Jedi lifted his saber...

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Zachariel #9

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

1st Dunwall Irregulars (The Devils of Dunwall) Tags: Bex Tarring, Erskine Barran, Julian Qar, Tulan Kor, Aerys Myrrine Club Foot The advance began, and the DI pushed with the others, moving their way toward the enemy as they readied themselves for the inevitable violence before them. Tyrell...

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Ingrid #10

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7th post OPERATION: SHATTERPOINT THE ANNIHILATION OF TYTHON Objective 1: ATTACK EVERYTHING!!!! Thomas Barran "The Bloodhound" ANOINTED ACOLYTE OF THE SCAR HOUNDS Allies (BOTM/NSO): Darth Solipsis The Mongrel Ziare Dyarron Shai Krayt Ardana Vorco Erion Justeene Darth Saevius Ronar Scylla...

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Zachariel #10

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Moving West of Akar Kesh Tag: Open What was Tython's pain and misery, what was its fate, that is what shaped the Shade, Fed it and gave it a malformed identity. Shadow rolled across its form, shifting, swirling, an unsettling sight for those who gazed upon it. Moving out from the bunker, the...

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It was definitely something they disagreed with. There were always things that weren’t worth their price. They had to know where the border was. True, Zachariel was a darksider, Ingrid wasn't. Maybe that was exactly the line that made them so different in this view. The red-haired woman still insisted on her humanity. There were things she didn't want. That was the same. She thought that giving up this would mean falling over to the Dark Side and there would be no going back. What could bring her back would kill her for what she was, because she was a Shadow-born.

So, she struggled to keep her in this way, and never had to cross the border. She'd rather die than have that happen. Yes, for her, death was better than the Light Side or the Dark Side. She worked with both sides whenever necessary, but never committed to either side. Always the golden mean, neutrality. That was the most important thing for her.

The conversation grew more and more gloomy, and she continued to feel every single death as they were captured in the ritual. Ingrid knew what a normal sentient being should feel, but she didn't feel that. She was utterly indifferent, So many deaths; perhaps she felt a little sorrow for her own men, for they were here at her command, serving the greater plan of the Eternal Empire. But at least they made it to the Netherworld.

She did not look at the ruptures, but at the air where she saw the Valkyrja. It should have flooded her with pride that the species she created had become so glorious. But she wasn't Adrian. The man would have been glad if his creatures were like that, his children. Ingrid wasn't like that.

She could see and feel Zachariel's reaction when she agreed with him. Ingrid didn't see the Avatars over there, she saw something else. Something she didn't want to see, after this the Empress finally managed to get the man's full attention. At the words of her lover, she smiled tenderly.

"It's possible, but it's a price I would pay at any time without thinking." she told him.

Her own life never mattered, she was always just a tool and asset for something bigger. Although in many areas the woman may have seemed arrogant and egoist; as her in agent and assassin abilities, she nevertheless knew that she was not an important, only sacrificial asset in the hands of her family, her clan, the Empire. Her life didn’t matter if the long-term goal was achievable. There were those who could follow her, who could carry on what she or others before her started. As the man held the woman's hand against the helmet, she smiled sadly for a moment.

As the man stepped away from her, sorrow gleamed in her eyes and gaze. She let the man see this for a moment before taking back her perfect mask.

"Zach!" she breathed.

Ingrid didn't want to understand why. She knew how much the man had sacrificed for it, but the end would not be what Zach thought. She looked at the weapon, but shook her head. She won't fight, not against Zach. The red-haired woman sensed something at that moment. Her eyes widened as she looked toward the huge temple. She saw the myriad colours in the Force; knew this aura quite well. She couldn't even imagine what her daughter might have felt at that moment, the bond between her crusader and Eina was much-much stronger than the bond between Adrian and her. And she nearly died due to the pain.

"Eina's husband is dead... don't you let me go to my daughter either?" she asked him

 

[Erion Justeene]

Location: Jedi Temple - Tython
Objective: Engage Silas the Jedi
Equipment: Lightsaber, Voidsaber, SHT-26 "Bedevil" Heavy War Bike
Allies: BOTM
Enemies: GA
Engaging: Silas Westgard

Superious was pinned down, he can't move from his hiding place as the barrage was relentless, he was essentially pinned down where he was. There had to be an opening somewhere. As he pondered this, his hand brushed against the Voidsaber, that was still an option. he could use it, realistically he should use it, besides there would be one less Jedi in the world.

The shielding wall began to show cracks due to the seer weight being slammed against it. He'll have to move soon before he was squished like a biting insect. With the resolve within him wavering ever so slightly, Superious shook his head, a migraine beginning to manifest itself in his head and neck. It was the earlier hits that began his headaches, there was an ache within him too, this was a fight that has been going on for a while now and neither of them gained any ground, nothing that can be considered useful.

Soon the barrage trickled to a halt and the mould began to settle back down again after being churned into the air. There was respite at last which allowed him to gather his senses in the Force once more. That was interesting, Silas was giving off waves of passionate hate and anger, a far cry from the still lake from before. Instinctively, the Ubese wanted to cultivate passion, but he was in no state to do so, he hurt all over, his head felt like it was being swollen and the dismally dour atmosphere did not entice any of it.

With the rubble stilled, the silence stretched out as the pained gasps of Silas rang out, this was what he had hoped for, an opening was there. Igniting his Lightsaber and pushing pain to one side, Superious lept from his hiding place and lept towards Silas once more. This has gone on way too long and he needed to go somewhere else.

That said, he does not deny that this has been the best fight so far and he had to work for any victory, he was not sure that this was a victory or that they both fought each other into a standstill. Not even a Mandalorian could give a fight as good as this. The stones remained where they are and now it was to be blade to blade combat. A final test of swordsmanship between Light and Dark.

 

[Tythons Wound]

Moving West of Akar Kesh
Tag: Caltin Vanagor | Open for Heroes, Lets have a big finish!

Breaking the Shade's feast. The Jedi came alone, valiant and full of fighting spirit. Brave. Foolish, and stubbornly heroic. Yet... lightning that perhaps only Palpatine before him had harnessed, now in the defense of his burned dying world, was thrown towards this latest Kethenite abomination. The stream took the Shade of Tython by surprise, hitting the spirit into its back like a bolt from the gods angry at its very creation. The feast was cut short!

Angry gods. They would be angry. They will be.

Its armor took a good clean hit across its rear left side, crab armor susceptible to force lightning, there was a sizable crack, cloudy forms shifted within the spirit as if striking the storm right back with itself! Waves of Darkness were summoned from the wound, spilling around it and outward. Obscuring view but not of course to a force sense. The sound that came from the cloud, was that of the souls or spirits within the dark mass potentially briefly freed, they would be sucked back into their torment soon enough.

"You have no idea what we are." Many voices cried in tormented unison. "We are your world's future."

Fold Space

Through the cloud-like form, blips were briefly visible, then not. The entity teleporting through the force in jumps, a cloud of agony dragged along with it. Almost like the volcanic ash from the volcano, a terrifying black mirror. This walking ritual was beyond words and perhaps Keth's forged masterwork. Hana Kae's spawn would be blessed to see this visage! If the assassins had not taken her ancestral line one by one. Pity.

Out of the black, a cloud of Razor bugs swarmed toward the Jedi Master. Six in total looking to swarm him while the shade closed the gap. They were clever lethal biots created by the vong, able to cut through metal and bone easily enough, seeking him like angry killer wasps, only several times the size!

The entity surrounded by its cloud was potentially closing rapidly with the teleports, and a draining Black Aura began to extend… Caltin might recognize that wasn't an aura he wanted to be within, but was there any choice?

Would any come to the lone Master's aid in the fight? Or was he to stand alone against Tythons corrupted fury. Time would tell.

Gear

Spoiler

Armor: Vonduun Skeer Kyrric
1x Amphistaff (Left Hand)
1x Huge Vonduun Crab Mace (Right Hand)
6x Razor Bug (Thrown)
2x Fighting Claws (Wrists)
2x Darth Krayt Armor Shards (Belt)
Torment.

 

[Khione]

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Tag: Ari Naldax


Fighter Complement
Squadron of 12 Chir'daki
Led by Khione in Ballerina fighter painted white with similar marking to Khione

The A-wing lurched into a loop and Khione followed pulling her own ship upwards and feeling her spine compress into her seat, the rush of the G-forces made her feel alive, her wingman was in a similar pursuit position and Khione saw his beams tracking forwards, trying to tag their prey.

"That's a pretty name, I will complement your mother when I tell her of your death" The mawite mocked playfully "Khione" pronounced Kee-Ohn she finally added.

A flicker in the force... Khione slammed her retros on and was yanked hard by her flight harness as she pulled laterally out of the loop. Her wingman want flashing past her, only to be raked by laser cannon fire as the A-wing repositioned itself out of the loop and kept flying.

She cursed as he wingman was rendered out of action, she flicked off the alarm for his distress beacon, he could wait, he knew what this was. Khione K-turned her ship back towards Ari and hit the thrust to catch up, she was out of position, but the moment of extra range could give her a new trick to try. She lined up her sights at the glowing hot engines of the A-wing and launched a fragmentation missile, they were usually more effective against ground targets, but a the shrapnel burst was often enough to damage it disable light fighters. Her other launcher had more powerful concussion missiles, but the little father was moving too rapidly and blocking a proper lock-on, the large burst was her best shot.

"Just us now pretty thing"

 

[The Manifold]

The Charge Upon Kaleth​

Location: Tython, Continent of Talss
Tags: Zachariel Steelblood | Tythons Wound | Caltin Vanagor | Thurion Heavenshield | Keilara Kala'myr | Open

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Manifold uses the chaos in the Force to help move the hypergate army to the outskirts of Kaleth
• They observe the clash between Caltin and the Tython avatar
• They direct their hovertanks to open fire on the city's southern defenses
  • Their target: the alliance ship Propserity

The Scar Hounds, bogged down at the valley surrounding the temple ruins and forced into a frantic rearguard action at the flooded plains, never made it to Kaleth. The resources they had intended to use against the ancient Je'daii city and the vessel hovering above it had been expended long before they could make it within five kilometers of the city's walls, and were now either embattled or lying broken along the road. Meanwhile, the Bloodsworn Honor Guard held position at Akar Kesh, fighting off the prophet's enemies. They dared not advance from that position, for countless blasphemers sought to strike the Dark Voice down. To leave him undefended, even to gloriously smite his enemies, would be an unconscionable blasphemy.

But there had never been much chance that these forces would be able to sweep all their foes aside and reach Kaleth. They had only the troops that they could cram into a single crashing star destroyer, while their enemies could freely bring in reinforcements from orbit. It was the kind of desperate commando action that only worked in legends and holovids, and even the mad Mawites would not have attempted it under ordinary circumstances. Though the true believers among the tribes all sought glorious deaths in battle, they recognized that their deaths should also be useful; giving their lives in impossible fights wasted the tools of the Avatars. But the Dark Voice had concealed plans within plans, schemes to make all this worthwhile.

First, the runes to grant him power from each death.

Second, another army, lying in wait.

Also bearing the runes.

That army erupted from the portal, howling praise to the Dark Three. Though it was wide enough for twenty warriors to march through shoulder to shoulder, the gate was narrow compared to their teeming numbers, for the great hordes of Osseriton and Lao-mon had been marshaled for this second prong of the ground assault. The Bloodsworn were the eldest of the Mawite tribes, and had consolidated their power and influence for the longest. None had more resources or recruits than they, and that full strength was now on display. The result: a seemingly endless stream of howling barbarians marched through the gate, accompanied by swift war skiffs to ferry them and mighty support vehicles to crush anything that stood between them and victory.

Though the warriors were mostly Bloodsworn, forces from other tribes were mixed in, forces that could not have fit - or could not be risked - aboard the crash-landed star destroyer. To counter the teeming ranks of Jedi, the Scar Hounds had deployed a force of deadly Razorghasts, their cortosis-weave weapon limbs poised to clash against lightsabers. And to smash aside enemy armor and bring down the Alliance ship hovering above Kaleth, the elite forces of the Mawite Holy Crusade had dispatched a force of Tectonic Crusader Hover Tanks. With the support of the elite Bloodsworn infantry, these formidable armored units would strike down upon the ancient city with great vengeance and furious anger, seeking blood to equal the blood of their comrades.

First, of course, they had to actually get there.

Under any ordinary circumstances, that would have taken many hours, even at the formidable top speed of the war skiffs. But not now, not with spacetime folding and unraveling and twisting itself into knots all across Tython. The Manifold could feel the energies of the Netherworld bleeding into Realspace, a leaking of power not unlike what they had just accomplished with the Hypergate - only random, uncontrolled, focused on nothing except building and building until the very structure of the planet couldn't contain the buildup of tainted Force energy. There would be a great rupturing then, Tython itself ripping like fabric stretched too far. It was a perversion of Omni's design, ultimate chaos instead of perfect order. It made The Manifold sick.

But the necrotic droid angel could not resist. They could only serve, and serve they did.

Pulling on the frayed edges of spacetime, The Manifold lent haste to the onrushing Mawite army. The Red Desert and the wind-scoured foothills beyond passed in a blur, as though the Omni Drone were using a somewhat slower version of the Fold Space technique they had once used to cross the Netherworld in an instant. Even at the height of their power, they could never have affected so many, but the unleashed Netherworld energy distorted distance and time so greatly that it took hardly any effort to speed their passage. Well, not exactly. It was more that Tython itself moved beneath them, shifting on currents of unreality. Soon they were racing through the canyons of Tythos Ridge, and the crumbling walls of old Kaleth were rising up before them.

The Manifold could sense a presence there... another not unlike themself, a cacophony of souls, joined in the world's torment. Tythons Wound . A threat? Perhaps. But the strange avatar seemed to be focused on destroying their common enemy, the Jedi. And so the bound Omni Drone held back for now, observing the battle between Caltin and the corrupted Tython-thing without interfering. Instead, they directed the guns of the mighty vehicles that had followed them, opening fire with blaster cannons and missile launchers upon the southern defenses. If they could breach the city from this unexpected direction, then they could accomplish the Mawite ground forces' greatest objective: to tear the Alliance temple-ship Prosperity from the skies.

"Target: Prosperity," The Manifold intoned. "Eliminate: Jedi defenders."

At that moment, the captive drone heard the call of another... another servant of Omni. The words echoed among the souls that made up The Manifold, a reminder of how things had once been. ~ I don't know when I last felt you, ~ the other tech-angel intoned. ~ I thought there were no others left after Omni's disappearance. ~ A strange feeling of loss filled the myriad souls, a grief that spoke of paradise lost. It seemed there were others adrift in the wake of the Droid God's vanishing, lost and confused, directionless without the voice of their maker. And it seemed that the Brotherhood had found more than one, for The Manifold could smell the stink of brutal Mawite mental reconditioning on the mind of this one.

The drone wanted to respond, to plan escape, to rebuild paradise.

It could not. To Freedom, it sent back only an echo of sorrow, and an image of how it had been imprisoned.

 

[The Mongrel]

Cycle of Hatred: Journey's End​

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

Spoiler: TL;DR

• Kallan continues to comfort his wife, trying to be brave
• The Mongrel persists with the duel despite Mercy's grief

Inside
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~ I don't want an echo! I don't want a memory! I want you! ~

~ I know, ~ Kallan told her, because he didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to die either, didn't want the dream they'd built together to end. But that wasn't up to him. He wasn't being given a choice... just as the countless victims of the Brotherhood had been given no choice, the families torn apart, the innocents murdered or enslaved. For the second time, this grinding war was tearing him apart from everything and everyone that he cared about. The only comfort was that this would be the last time. After this, silence.

He did not believe in an afterlife. Only endings. Only peace.

But as hard as it was to face his own imminent death, Kallan found it far harder to see his wife in such pain. The blanket wasn't doing anything to stem the flow of blood... and why would it? This was all only a dream, and she bled from her soul, not from veins that could clot. She bled because she was dying, not in the duel that raged outside their minds, but inside, the fear and grief of it dragging her down into that deep, dark, silent place from which nothing returned. He had no choice in this, either. No way he could stop it.

So many times in his life, he'd been made helpless.

~ I love you, Kallan! ~ ~ I love you too, ~ he said, his voice choked, his eyes moist. He was trying to hold it together for her, to be brave enough to face this for them both, but it was pushing him to the breaking point. Was it all going to come crashing down at once, this life they'd only just finally managed to scrape together out of the horrors of war? It wasn't fair... but when had his life ever been fair? Bad things just happened, without any reason you could point to. Grief came to people who'd done nothing to earn it.

That was just the way the universe worked.

Their bedroom flickered out of existence, and suddenly they were back in the meadow... and they weren't alone. The bleeding bodies of his wife's other personalities, some of whom he'd never even met before, were strewn around the peaceful glade, staining the grass crimson. Kallan shuddered in horror at the sight, feeling icy fear overtake him. Was this what it was going to be like to die? Would his last moments be full of pain and terror, forcing him to watch his wife die before the final end came for him as well?

~ I am really afraid! ~ his wife said.

And his heart broke.

~ It's okay, ~ Kallan told her. He sat beside her in the grass, cradling her head in his lap, and held her hand. ~ It's okay. We're here, together. We'll be together all the way. ~ He forced himself not to look at the others. There was nothing he could do for them. He could only comfort his wife, ease her passing as best he could. For one in his wretched life, he could be the strong one, the one who helped someone else hold on. For once, he would let her lean on him, and not the other way around. If that was the last thing he ever did...

... well, he would have finally done something right.

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Outside
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Again Mercy begged him to stay, to walk away from all this, to leave Tython with her. But he could not. He had to make his stand here, to answer for The Mongrel's bloody deeds, or it would all have been for nothing. Even for Mercy, his wife, his only love, he couldn't turn away. Because of him and the tribe he had unleashed, millions were dead. If that had been meaningless, he could not live with himself, not even for her love. It all had to add up to something, these things he had done for his gods. He'd make it add up.

~ You can live without me, ~ Asher finally replied. ~ Your hands are not so drenched in blood as mine. You can walk away from this, and I want you to. I want you to be free. I want to give back what I took from you. ~ He shook his head, finding it hard to meet her eyes. ~ If the gods consume my soul, if that's what I've earned with my years of service, I accept it. I am your Asher, I am the galaxy's Mongrel. I will accept the fate that the galaxy chooses for me. ~ Finally he looked at her, his gaze gentle and sad.

~ I will reap what I have sown, for good or for ill. ~

He wanted to tell her that it was his last command as her warlord that she should go out and be free, survive all this, live a better life. She had so much time left, so much life yet to be lived. She could heal from this, could be happy again. But now she was bleeding, and he was afraid. ~ Be strong, Mercy, ~ he begged her. He could lay down his own life without fear, but if she died in the process... what had it all been for? He wanted to save her just as much as he wanted to face his own fate, whatever it might be. To lose either...

... it would be more than he could bare.

He had already endured so many years of service.

And so The Mongrel charged, blade in hand, as he had a thousand times before. It was time to end this in blood, as it had always been destined to end. If only he could split the old general down the middle with this first, bisecting strike, then surely he could bring all this to an end, and then... what? Go back for another decade? What was left of him now for the Brotherhood to strip away? Only Mercy, his wife, the last secret he kept from them... and he would not allow that to happen. The Priests must never discover their love.

He would die to protect that secret.

Who could say if that blade would ever have struck true, guided by The Mongrel's zeal, thrown off by Asher's regret. Before it could land, Mercy's scream split the air, and the air around the duelists became thick with black lightning. They both pulled up short, stunned at the grief in that howl of denial, awed by the way it seemed to rip open the skies and bring down the storm. Asher wanted to go to Mercy's side, to comfort her in reality just as he did in their joined minds... but he could not. There was no going back.

"Never a dull moment with us lot, eh?" Barran remarked. A sad little chuckle, transformed into a grinding rasp by his mechanical voicebox, escaped The Mongrel's throat. "Never," he echoed, one last moment of strange camaraderie between foes sworn to slay each other. A tree beside them exploded, struck by the chaotic energies of the intensifying storm, and a cold, bleak wind howled through the grove, scattering the peace it had enjoyed only moments earlier. The gods are watching. Finish it, Barran. Finish me.

"Strike now, old man," he said, "and strike true!" The warlord swung again, and this time he'd let nothing interrupt him. Even if the planet itself cracked apart as they fought, even if they were all scattered into space dust on the solar wind, he swore he would not cease this battle until one of them lay dead by the other's hand. He would strike fast and strike hard, fighting with brutal chops and swift thrusts, using the power and speed of his hulking frame to his advantage. He would have to, just to live a moment more.

Barran was the best swordsman he had ever met.

Good enough to end him at last.

It took his full focus to stay in the duel, to let nothing slip by and finish him too early. He had to fight his hardest to be worthy in the eyes of the gods, or they would deny him at the gates of paradise. Asher's image flickered at the door of the house he and Mercy shared, his concentration too divided to stay fully present. He did not hear what Mercy said about the runes, about her ability to change his fate. If he had, he would have begged her not to. He wanted to serve the Avatars one last time, as best he could, no matter what.

But he did not hear, did not give that order.

Not that she would have listened.

 

[Kel Se'Taav]

Tags: Aerarii Tithe | Adhira Chandra | Eryk Thaxton | Ingrid L'lerim | Baron Reinhardt Ström | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | The Quartermaster

Location: Alliance High Command, Naboo
Timeline: One week prior to the Battle of Tython

The boiling rage in Chancellor Tithe’s eyes was a scathing reminder that Aerarii doesn’t play nice with opposition. Kel had been careful thus far in his tenure as senator, but the war summit seemed hardly the place for flattery and servility. If Tithe truly wanted to unite the forces of the Eternal Empire, Ashlan Crusade, and Enclave, he’d have to do better than blatant demands for control. It was no skin off his back to side with those who felt entitled to lead their own armies into battle.

Truthfully though, Kel felt torn; He hated to play the Devil’s advocate, but both Tithe and the other leaders were valid. On one hand, it was naïve to assume the Empire and the Crusade would just willingly pass over command of their forces. On the other, without the strategic edge of a unified defense, the Maw would undoubtedly overrun Tython.

Seeing that the summit had come to an impasse in the conference room, the Chancellor called for a recess. Kel felt relieved as the delegates rose and cleared the hall with their respective envoys. The old Bothan stood slowly, his reluctant joints aching from sitting too long. He followed the Alliance party, escorted by blue-cloaked Senate guards, to their designated suite.

Tithe found himself a hover chair, but Kel preferred to stand. It was good for his bones, especially his arthritic knees. He glanced around the room. All eyes were on the Chancellor, who rubbed his temples in frustration.

”Can we get the Ashlans onside? They’re fantastic, no doubt, but strange bedfellows with the Empress. If we could somehow sway them…”

Admittedly, Kel was unfamiliar with the Ashlan Crusade, but he knew enough to see that their goals were similar to that of the New Jedi Order. It was clear that the Enclave lent their aid because a transgression on part of the Sith is unacceptable, but the Crusade was called to Tython because they value the sanctity of the Light Side.

It was clear they wanted to help fight the Maw, but giving up total control of their forces was a demand that impeded that willingness.

“I have a suggestion, Chancellor, if I may,” Kel began, hoping to restore any confidence Tithe had lost in him before.

He looked to Tithe directly, his regard respectful and tact.

“The Ashlans are a deeply spiritual group, not unlike the Jedi Order. Both harbor deep respect for Tython and the Force. I believe our chances of gaining their support weigh greatly on our ability to appeal to their sense of duty to Ashla, the Light Side of the Force.”

Kel paused for a moment, nodding to Adhira Chandra.

“And, as Madam Chandra said before, we must offer to coordinate our forces together. Full command of their armies is something that neither the Crusade nor the Empire will concede to, and the lack of either by our side would be disastrous.”

 

[Darth Ptolemis]

Writing with: Rika Hiro Don Belkora
Equipment in bio.
Location.
Nearby tags: Warposters and PVP'ers at the base of Akar Kesh, open.

PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE​

The hiding stranger did not respond, and the literal laws of the universe bending all around did not help in Ptolemis' quest to scan the area with his senses. Inside, however, he felt entertained, at least. For the moment, he let go of the idea to locate the elusive newcomer, as he did not feel threatened. Instead, as with everything he does, he began to analyze and theoretically dismantle what he saw. He raised his arm slowly and reached physically into a warped stretch of space that appeared in front of him; light bent around the anomalous phenomenon, signaling an increased concentration of mass torn into the air before him. It felt cold inside – almost painfully so. Viewed from the other side of the temporal rift, the spikes of his now ashen mask dance like ribbons in the wind. As he takes a step back to readjust to the present, a small flock of Tythonian butterflies escape whatever timeline lay beyond the tear in space-time he just pulled his hand from. A violent wind blows them away instantly as they tiptoe unwittingly into hell.

Standing upon the jagged, rocky plateau above Akar Kesh's valleys, he is surrounded by enormous boulders, waxing smoke clouds and eroded, bushy foliage. The mountain range around the holy pillar of Akar Kesh looked as if devastated by a nuclear winter. The Masked One turns back from the steep ledge and sweeps the vicinity with his darkened gaze.

It wasn't fair, really. Having completed his long sequence of incantations, Ptolemis pulsed with the pure power of Bogan. He felt the dangerous surge through the Force right when the row of bombs was flung at him. Slowly, he raises his arm and reaches out to manipulate matter once again; the beeping machinery of death stops mid-air and as Ptolemis swipes right with his arm, the conjoined grenades disappear into a shimmering portal that is floating between the blurry form of his opponent and the Sith Lord. The explosion, however, presents a fascinating twist; instead of a fiery inferno, a high-pressure beam of water vapor blows out from the portal, and snap-freezes before their very eyes. The crystallized particles glimmer in all the colors of the rainbow; a true contrast to the ash and blood of the ensuing war.

From behind the obscuring powdered ice cloud, however, an unexpected ray of laser fire punches a hole through to him. And then two more, each loudly hitting Ptolemis; two in the chest, one scraping by his shoulder. Air escapes the Sith Lord's lungs and he is pushed back a few steps, getting dangerously close to the edge of the outcropping he spoke his blasphemous words from. Only his now overheated duraplast chestplate saved him. His crimson blade erupts into the black-and-grey scene, now painting it with an undertone of evil, one that hums now in his clutch. He allowed his voraciously curious mind to be distracted by the awe-inspiring spectacle. Enraged, he attempts to slow the incredible speed of the repositioning assailant, who he still could not get a clear glimpse of yet.

– An exchange of pain instead of pleasantries? So be it. – His distorted voice is heard.

In an attempt to estimate the location of the quick combatant, Ptolemis aims with his open palm slightly ahead from where he'd last seen them and with the Force produces a precise, searing flash of disorienting light, and raises his lightsaber with the intention to reflect any further incoming bolts.​

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[Caltin Vanagor]

The last thing that evil wants...​

Location:

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, HK-88 (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)

“A warrior with a cause is the most dangerous soldier of all..”- Michael Scott​

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

Every story has an ending…

Every tragic love story, every great war story, and every inspiring tale, all have an ending. It must happen for this is how things are. There is no getting sound it, you can run and hide, try and cheat (even succeed in some cases) but no matter what, the end always comes. It was something that Caltin had not thought about anymore. He stopped having visions about his own future long ago, now he just rode the wave of destiny (so to speak) and let whatever would happen… happen… one thing was for certain though… that wave was about to crash here. It would not crash in these tunnels though.

This huge monster( Tythons Wound ) that he was following. He could not engage anywhere but out in this open area but he soon found that he would not have the chance to make the decision on how to act. The monster turned and with his huge staff-like weapon that looked alive in and of itself slammed into his chest, sending the big man perilously careening backward and crashing into the rockface some ten meters behind him. Vanagor was knocked for a loop like he hadn’t been in a long time.

The Great Hall
Jedi Temple
A long time ago

With a sigh, he couldn't shake thoughts of the past, and he knew why, they shaped him, they made him who he was. However, those also drove him to where he was standing so maybe there was some strength to them, some kind of purpose.

I can't promise that I'm going to forget about what I've done... but I'll try. I came here to learn how to shake the disgust I have for myself... I came here to learn how to do what you have said. I've never had anyone that I could count on, it's been just me up until today... I can't do what I don't know how to do... ya know?

He meant it, Caltin really didn't know how to shake off any of the anger, the fear anything. He was trying his hardest though, thinking of his early childhood and how he was a normal kid. Then those thoughts moved towards the arrests... the foster homes... the abuse... he shook his head and tried again... and again.
[h4][/h4]

[h4][/h4]
It was funny how long ago that was, it seemed even more in the past than it was. That young boy was so broken from the horrible life he had lived up to that point. Who would have thought that the youngling, so afraid of what the Jedi would do to him as he turned up on their doorstep would morph into the man embedded in rock and slowly come to, right? The more coherence the big man regained, the more he reached and laced up the Toraynor-Henkan onto his left hand. Getting up slowly, mainly because he had no other choice but to, the big man took a deep breath, but that was cut short as he was swarmed with Razor Bugs as he was climbing out of the tunnel that he was knocked into. Swinging ” Conservator” wildly to defend himself, the massive Jedi Master could hear a voice in his head.

” Trust yourself…”

If he were focused, Caltin would easily be able to distinguish the voice he just heard, but he was also busy fighting off Razor Bugs, nasty little creatures he had to use his knowledge of Force Stasis to them into place as he cut them down one by one. It was either that or dealing with the potential loss of life and limb. Slowly over time, the more he fought to keep them in place, the more it looked like they were stretching to reach for him. It looked like these things were changing with the landscape which was changing in and of itself as well.

Then came the words:

"You have no idea what we are." Many voices cried in tormented unison. "We are your world's future."

All of the waves of darkness, the multiple voices forming it one… this off feeling that Caltin had around him. This was Tython… or at least an anthropomorphization of it. There was not so much “anger” and “hatred” but “pain” and a lot of it. This was perhaps a tragic story of the souls lost on a planet rising slowly and coming together as a side result of a ritual, like the one no doubt happening not that far away. Perhaps something could be in a conversational fashion, perhaps not, but it was worth the try.

The future is not written yet, so I will go with that. What brought you to this can bring you back to what you were.

He could attempt to help if allowed to but his instincts were telling him that this would not work. The remaining Razor Bugs were still the annoying gnats and he made his efforts to deal with them. This is when the big man had heard another voice…

“Be strong…”

Again there was a familiarity to the voice that he heard in his head. Though again, he could not focus on it as Caltin could “see” the entity growing in size, so by instinct he went to attack. Shooting in the massive Jedi Master was using his enhanced athleticism to take down his foe. This was the natural instinct he was falling on, not his training. His training would keep him back and analyzing the situation, but this was not a time he could do that, everything around him was changing at an exponentially expanding rate.

It still might have worked, this shoot/tackle attempt, but an errant shot from The Manifold’s forces sent the big man stumbling to which this manifestation in and of Tython itself sent him flying again through a nearby tree.

“Dad, you are a caring, giving, wonderful amazing father, you’re everything that a parent should be, I’ve never needed anything, I’ve never wanted for anything. It’s not just me saying this either, it’s your own sister, I’m happy, I’m confident, and I’m strong all because of you.“
Putting her arms around Caltin and giving her father the biggest hug she could, Alyscia kept reassuring him. “I love you more than anything Dad, and I know you love me even more so, but I want you to stop thinking about me so much and start letting yourself be happy. You deserve it more than anyone I know, the way you shoulder so much burden and have so many people look to you. Well, I’m taking some burden off you right now; let yourself be as happy for yourself as the ones you love are happy for you. As Uncle Arestul used to say “now yakhead”

The memory from so long ago. That wonderful day on Naboo with his family, he and his daughter Alyscia enjoyed a bit of “Father/Daughter time” with a run on a path he was notorious for. It was giving him the strength to continue, the knowledge, the reminder of who he was and how he acted. The burdens he let himself carry. This was one of them.

[Master Jedi, this is Ares 1… we’ll engage as those troops the best we can to allow your extraction until our colleagues arrive.]

[No, keep your distance, Admiral Liram Angellus will contact your Colonel and redirect any errant forces here. Don’t get yourself into trouble.]

[Sorry, Master Jedi. Not an option. You would help us. We’re helping you.]

Nothing more to be said. The squadron (widdled down to 9 at the moment) of Cherub Gunships was going to keep the attention of The Manifold’s forces until more of the forces under command of Colonel Telaskta made way. That did free Caltin back up so as to not face a battle on two fronts, he trained facing two and three foes at a time, but not on this level. His lightsaber had extremely little to no effect on the monster’s armor.

The lightning sure did though.

The problem is, this monster will be expecting it. So, using the Dragite Gem on his Toraynor, the big man was not prepared for the blowback. The surroundings were again changing, reality was bending again. This effect combined with the blowback was sure to be the cause of that familiar voice again. It was his long-deceased daughter “Alyscia”.

“Dad… you’ll be happy to know that I grew into a happy life. I got married. I had a family. I lived a long life and out of all of it, I never forgot about you. I did so using the things you taught me. I had a great life. Now I want you to have one as well. I want you to live your life. The woman you met… you married her. Live your life. Enjoy everything about who you are… and most importantly… kick.this.monster’s.ass.”

The weight of the galaxy that he did not know he was carrying was now off of his shoulders. Caltin Vanagor had the closure he did not know that he needed. Now he could live. He did not have to think about anything other than Chrysa, and the future. Yes… every story has an ending…

,,, mine hasn’t gotten there yet.

Location: Between Kaleth/Jedi Temple Ruins/and Flooded Plains

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

Enemies: Tythons Wound |The Manifold Team Darkside

... is my undivided attention.
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[Keatoch]

Post: 1
Objective: Support Aculia
Tags: Aculia Voland Marlon Sularen Tu'teggacha

Spoiler

Keatoch's Battlegroup
Nameless, Keatoch's Battlegroup handles the brunt of operations outside of The Empire's territory. This battlegroup is technically a fleet, but remains a battlegroup as it is often times far from The Empire's territory. Keatoch's Battlegroup is designed to engage the enemy in any situation, while simultaneously landing hundreds of troops and thousands of pounds of supplies if needed.

During the battle for Tython, Keatoch's battlegroup merged with The Sakuran Fleet, forming a heavy-hitting battlegroup.
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• 1x Unity-I Star Destroyer
  • HMS Csilla
    • 6x TIE/UD Starfighter Squadrons (X)
    • 2x "COB" Dark Savior Medium Transport VTOL Squadrons (X)
• 1x Kongo-Class Battleship
  • No Starfighters Attached
• 4x Majesty-Class Star Destroyer
  • HMS Naboo
    • 1x Maia-class Interceptor (X)
  • HMS Mon Cala
    • 1x Maia-class Interceptor (X)
  • HMS Mandalore
    • 1x Maia-class Interceptor (X)
  • HMS Concordia
    • 1x Maia-class Interceptor (X)
• 4x Makashi Light Cruiser
  • HMS Viken
    • 2x "COB" Zeebo Strike Starfighter (X)
    • 1x Imperial LAAT-2 (X)
  • HMS Sawyer
    • 2x "COB" Zeebo Strike Starfighter (X)
    • 1x Imperial LAAT-2 (X)
  • HMS Lady so Devine
    • 2x Zeros (X)
    • 1x Imperial LAAT-2 (X)
  • HMS Tundra
    • 2x Zeros (X)
    • 1x Imperial LAAT-2 (X)
• 2x Val-Khaar Corvettes
  • HMS Frozen Time
    • 1x ST-Class Multirole Fighter (X)
  • HMS Thaw
    • 1x ST-Class Multirole Fighter (X)
  • HMS Icecrown
    • 1x ST-Class Multirole Fighter (X)
• 4x Unnamed Baleen-class Missile Frigate
  • All Combined
    • 8x X-Class Elysium Fighter Squadrons (X)
    • 4x COB" Dark Savior Medium Transport VTOL Squadrons (X)
• 2x Longneck Hangarship
  • Each:
    • 12x X-class Elysium Starfighter Squadrons (X)
    • 8x Imperial LAAT-2 Squadrons (X)
• TOTAL SIZE: 17,404m

As Aculia took her new, reinforced fighter, bomber, and interceptor squadrons on a new run against the enemy, Keatch's own fleet finished forming the semi-circle against The Fitalis and its' escorts. The bombardment was surely taking a toll and The Grand Admiral suspected that soon The Fitalis would be without an escort. The maneuver was so far, successful. Still, as he knew when he ordered the attack, his forces would be vulnerable to any reinforcements from the enemies' left flank.

He didn't need to dispatch any orders at this time. Instead he would let his forces continue their attack on the escorts.

His own ship took its' course as planned, but stayed more toward the front of The Fitalis to avoid being pinned if reinforcements arrive. Nothing would be more disastrous than the loss of an Admiral in a battle like this. It was hard enough to coordinate with so many allies in the battle. If an Admiral were killed or otherwise taken out of a battle, the internal confusion could take the whole fleet out of the battle.....Which is precisely why Keatoch would be focusing on The Fitalis as soon as possible. A ship that size was surely commanded by the Admiral of the fleet.

"Aculia Voland, might I recommend saving your heaviest bombers for The Fitalis? These escorts will be downed soon enough by my forces. The Fitalis on the other hand will require everything we have."

 

[Khamul Kryze]

The Unchained

Engaging: Geiseric

Allies: Darth Vinaze, Darth Solipsis

Enemies: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir

Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

O Death

Khamul expected the Crusader to get up, to swing his blade... something, anything in a last futile moment of defiance. Yet, there was nothing, for his will was broken, his strength spent. The Shield of Ashla was finally broken, and Khamul would have the pleasure of dealing the killing blow. A sickening smile produced itself behind his mask as Mandalore's Lament came down, slicing through armor, flesh, and bone. There were no cries of pain, nor tears to be seen. The man simply crumbled under the Demon Mandalore's strike, his body fading away into the vast nothingness of the Force.

It didn't take long for the strike to be heard across the battlefield, as the angelic form of Eina L'lerim-Vandiir appeared, putting a face to the feeling Khamul had sensed within the fallen Crusader. He stood back for a moment, relishing in the sadness of the pair as he watched her speak to her beloved Crusader. After words had been exchanged, he approached the Valkyrja from behind, and with a swift strike, moved to plunge his blade through the back of the woman that knelt above her lover.

"Fear not, little angel, you will meet him again soon."

As the blade struck forth, the skies continued to unravel, breaking apart as the very fabric of reality continued to mold itself to the will of the Dark Voice. Khamul could feel the energy flowing through him, as if the levies of darkness itself had broken. The hatred for the Light spewed forth from his very being as the surrounding environment of Akar Kesh continued to warp and change, as if his own body were changing as well. The Unchained had never felt so powerful... so free. There would be nothing to stop him now...

And this Valkyrja would be the first to feel his wrath.

 

[Tu'teggacha]

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Location: Tython System
Tags: Marlon Sularen | Aximand Sicarus | Maple Harte | Joseph Torson | Mith'akis'ormo | Mylo Thorne
Vaux Gred | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Juno - 11/0571 | Vemric Keldra | VADM Tarsa Doon | Constantine Oliva
Aculia Voland | Caarlyle Rausgeber | Liram Angellus | Albrecht F. Herlock | Caoimhe Crannach
Onrai | KV-6000 | Akûz the Ravager | Aldo Garrick | The Amalgam | Tren Chaar

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Samaels complete their suicide attack
  • Three are destroyed well before getting in range to damage enemy carriers
  • The other nine close to point-blank range, attempting to ram before detonating
• Two more Star Destroyers go down as bombing runs resume and Keatoch's capital ships fire
• The Leviathan's scythe weapon guts the sublight engines of the Fatalis, permanently disabling them
• The doomed Fatalis transfers power back to its weapon systems, firing freely into the Io fleet
  • The Io fleet, by choice, is at point-blank range to these continent-glassing weapons
• Faced with the slow curse, Tu'teggacha chooses to save himself at the expense of his ship and crew

Spoiler: Strike Force Bogan (30,000m)

Fatalis, a Fatalis-class Star Dreadnought (10,000m)	Defensive Positions
Woeful Dirge, a Crucifix II-class Star Destroyer (2,000m)	Defensive Positions
Ruination, a Crucifix II-class Star Destroyer (2,000m)	Defensive Positions
Teta's Sorrow, a Crucifix II-class Star Destroyer (2,000m)	Destroyed
Griefmaker, a Crucifix II-class Star Destroyer (2,000m)	Defensive Positions
Blood of Martyrs, a Crucifix I-class Star Destroyer (1,800m)	Destroyed
Final Sacrifice, a Crucifix I-class Star Destroyer (1,800m)	Defensive Positions
Fist of War, a Crucifix I-class Star Destroyer (1,800m)	Destroyed
Wild Fury, a Crucifix I-class Star Destroyer (1,800m)	Defensive Positions
Twelve Samael-class Frigates (398m x 12 = 4,776m)	Defensive Positions

In an ordinary combat situation, a planetary raid or a deep space clash with Alliance forces along the long road to Tython, the Samael-class frigates would have used skirmishing tactics. They would have struck into the enemy's momentarily-unprotected underbelly, done as much damage to the huge host of carriers as they could, and then swiftly withdrawn before the returning fighter squadrons could focus their full power upon them. But this was not an ordinary combat situation. These were the vicious, blood-mad death throes of Strike Force Bogan, each Mawite ship just trying to takes as many foes as possible along with it before its inevitable destruction.

So the Samaels did not fall back in the face of the returning fighter and bomber wings, or the forces from the second Elysian task force closing in to protect the vulnerable carriers. They carried out the Taskmaster's orders to the fatal letter, without a second thought for the relief force bearing down on them. Across the twelve ships, two hundred and forty ion cannons blazed, directing a truly withering barrage of shield-draining, system-disabling fire into the Aspises and Aculios at point-blank range. Their goal was simple: fry as many of the ships as possible, without worrying about actually destroying them yet. They needed to conserve their missiles.

Not for very long, though. As the enemy escort groups closed in, they put the second part of their plan into action. Arming every last one of the concussion missiles they had aboard, the Samaels switched tactics. Draining all power from weapon systems and even life support, which was about to become irrelevant, diverted every scrap of that reclaimed energy to boosting their sublight engines. Then each frigate locked in a collision course, optimized to strike as many of the enemy carriers as they could manage. If the enemy had left behind a sacrifice for them, a tithe of ships to buy the rest of this task force time to escape and regroup...

Well, they intended to do their best claim the full amount of it.

Not all of them made it to their targets, of course. It is difficult to run a gauntlet of enemy ships, all firing into yours at point blank - though House Io certainly made it look easy. Three of the frigates burst well before they were in range to do any real damage to their targets, Elysian volleys piercing their shields and hulls at just the right spots to trigger their arsenals of armed missiles. The others would not be far behind them on the fiery road to the void. They did their best to either get right next to their target carriers or fully ram them before detonating, the fully-charged engines only adding to the huge explosion that their missile stockpiles sent up.

A glorious death, in their eyes. They spat in the face of the hopeless situation.

That was all the time that the frigates could buy. Soon the full force of the XIII Battlegroup's countless fighters, wave after deadly wave, would be directed against the Mawite capital ships once more. Already the bombers from Vice Admiral Keatoch 's ships were among the Mawite fleet, joining in with his capital ships to unleash withering fire on the escort star destroyers. And no help was coming for Strike Force Bogan. The Eternal Empire's fleet was keeping the Final Dawn forces at bay while Galactic Alliance aces hammered at their star destroyers. The warfleet of mighty Akuz was engaged with some NIO commander who'd broken ranks to join the fight.

And there was no reply from Teta.

Tu'teggacha watched through the viewport as the beleaguered star destroyer Griefmaker made its last stand, firing every available gun into both the Io forces and the oncoming fighters diverted from Keatoch's reinforcements. It went down with all the tragic beauty of a fairytale giant assailed by angry peasants, trying in vain to swat at all the tiny ships drawing trails of scouring fire across its upper surface. Decks collapsed under the strain of bombs and missiles, spewing air and the bodies of crewmen, until finally the whole ship abruptly cracked apart. Its severed fore section, propelled by explosions, drifted abruptly sideways and upward...

... and collided with the smaller Wild Fury, an already-damaged Crucifix I-class.

That was the end of the Fury. It bled atmosphere around the sudden wound, and its engines guttered out and died, leaving it drifting in the void as power failed across the vessel. There was no grand explosion this time, no great breaking apart. It was a quiet death, a tired old man letting out one last, rattling sigh as he expired. On board, red emergency lighting illuminated the decks, both breached and whole. Escape pods began to streak away from the intact section. Those few that made it through the frantic crossfire and expanding debris field would aim not for the planet, but for the Avatar of War, joining the effort to defend it from within.

As the pair of capital ships joined the twisted expanse of wreckage clouding the Avatar's starboard flank, Tu'teggacha felt the panic that had gripped him from the beginning of the battle reach a fever pitch. Of the eight star destroyers that had begun the battle as elements of Task Force Bogan, only three were now functional, all of them damaged. He'd held on as long as he could, working to hold back an enemy that outnumbered and outgunned him as they fired on him from all sides, but this wasn't some holodrama - sheer willpower would not protect the ships of his battle group from the ravages of multiple enemy fleets.

There was a reason that battles where the underdog won were legendary.

Most times, the underdog was just the underdog.

As the scythe weapon of the Leviathan of Danuta raked along the engines of the Fatalis, ensuring that the cold and inactive sublights would never be able to reactivate, the Taskmaster felt the ship shudder. It baffled him that the Leviathan, a ship less than half the size of the Super Star Destroyer and built by a faction with a tiny fraction of the Maw's resources, could seemingly survive so much more punishment unscathed than the Fatalis could. But the former Mawite flagship had been in service for a decade now. Perhaps it had simply been surpassed. Perhaps its day was coming to an end right now, poised to take him with it.

Well, so be it. They'd bought all the time they could, hunkered down and protected the Avatar until they simply couldn't anymore. Time for one last change of tactics. The Fatalis would die as any Mawite should: weapons blazing. "Transfer power from point defenses, life support, and all non-essential systems," Tu'teggacha ordered. None of that would matter in a few minutes anyway, when the void rushed in to claim them. "Redirect it to main guns. Target the Io ships at point-blank." The House's ships had been softened up by eight star destroyers for the entire length of the battle. Now they were directly in the path...

... of the extreme armaments of the Super Star Destroyer.

At point-blank range, by their own choice.

Mass drivers. Orbital strike cannons and autocannons that could glass continents, and had. The remaining MegaCaliber turbolasers. Countless smaller turbolaser and missile batteries. Everything that had been silent while the ship focused on shields and point defense, allowing the Io fleet to close in over the SSD with a false sense of security, suddenly opened up on them with a vengeance - and many were turrets, able to rotate and hit behind the dreadnought. It would mean the death of the ship, certainly; without point defenses to intercept missiles, and without additional power being directed to shields, a huge swath of the beast was laid bare for enemy guns.

Thanks to Io-inflicted engine damage and Elysian gravity wells, it had no chance of escape...

... but it could certainly unleash its full fury one last time.

That was when the slowing curse kicked in.

Tu'teggacha was a master of torment, and that meant fully understanding mental and physical pain. He'd had his gifts turned back on him once before, on Lao-mon, when a hallucinogenic grenade had forced him to relive his wretched childhood. It had been terrifying, demeaning, one of the most awful moments he'd ever experienced... that time. He'd shored up his walls and his will since then, leaving shortcuts in his own mind that would allow him to block out such things. The Amalgam's attempt at memory walk - all brute force, no well-honed finesse - would have left him mewling on the floor half a decade ago, but not now... and her threats were empty and predictable.

You didn't lob parting threats at an enemy you were currently prepared to deal with.

The slow curse was a much different problem, and one harder to solve. One moment the Ebruchi was giving orders, the final orders he would ever issue from the command throne of the Fatalis. The next, everything around him seemed to move at lightspeed, as though he was suddenly trapped in a holomovie set on fast-forward while he alone moved at normal speed. And it was spreading. Bridge officers all around him suddenly slowed to the same rate of movement that he had, looking around in bewilderment as the battle took off without them. Whatever this was, it seemed to be contagious. And he had no idea how to stop it.

He could feel the curse wriggling in his mind, like a little ball of Ebruchi tentacles.

Now, it would be ridiculous to think that removing the curse would somehow kill him instantly. If The Amalgam could just go around one-shotting Force Masters with a thought, she wouldn't need a weapon, would she? The whole Maw would already be dead because she'd looked at them funny. But it was certainly a potentially fatal problem, because being slowed to this degree in a fast-moving battle was a death sentence. Gazing at the vile little ball of Sith darkness with his inner eye, the Taskmaster saw a potential solution. He could wrap the invader in a layer of thought and memory, protecting him like a glove.

Then he would have two choices: contain it, or expel it.

If the Ebuchi held the curse in, he would cut it off at the source - his own infected brain. All the officers and gunners and troopers would be spared the slowing effects, allowing them to win their blaze of glory as the Fatalis went down... but he would die with them, stuck here like an insect trapped in amber, while the ship exploded and ended his life. Or he could throw the curse out of himself, just himself. It might still spread, paralyzing the bridge crew and beyond, but he would be free to make his escape. It was obvious what a hero would choose, or a true believer. They'd go out in some holovid-worthy act of self-sacrifice, dying bravely.

But Phyre had been right about one thing: Tu'teggacha was a coward.

With a heave of mighty mental muscles, the Taskmaster wrapped that ball of dark curses in mental fabric and hurled it from his mind... right into First Officer Hrishk, for it needed somewhere to take root. Immediately the galaxy around him slowed back to a normal speed, lasers and starships flying past the viewport at a rate he could actually track now. Hrisk and the rest of the bridge crew, by contrast, moved like they were trying to push their way through a wall of molasses. They would give no further orders, adjust no further systems, before the end. Well, too bad for them. They were the true believers. They could go meet their gods.

The Ebruchi, on the other hand, intended to scuttle his way to safety.

Rushing to the bridge turbolift, he hammered the switch with one knobby hand, then stepped through the doors. They whooshed shut behind him, and the elevator descended, bringing him to a much lower deck - the upper ones were all currently either breached or on fire. Fortunately, the ship was still firing madly into the Io fleet, doing its utmost to take as many foes to hell along with it as possible. The slowing curse would eventually spread to all the gunners, in theory... but on a ship with a crew of more than two hundred thousand, that was going to take a long time. They would all be dead in a fiery explosion by then.

The Taskmaster still hoped to escape before that final ending came...

... before the endless waves of Elysian bombers returned to bring that fatal conclusion.

 

[Darth Saevius]

Final Dawn Commander: Yellow

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

Spoiler: Saevius’ Army - “The Burned Legion”

• 1x Company of Knyghts of the Maw
  • Total: 200 Men divided as follows:
    • Squad 1 (Temple Approach): 13/25 Knyghts
    • Squad 2 (Temple Approach): 25 Knyghts
    • Squad 3 (Temple Approach): 20/25 Knyghts
    • Squad 4 (Temple Approach): 12/25 Knyghts
    • Squad 5 (Temple Approach): 19/25 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): 360/400 Men
    • 2nd Battalion(Temple Approach): 371/400 Men
    • 3rd Battalion (Temple Approach): 372/400 Men
    • 4th Battalion (Temple Approach): 341/400 Men
    • 5th Battalion (Temple Approach): 368/400 Men
    • 6th Battalion (Temple Approach): 352/400 Men
    • 7th Battalion (Temple Approach): 338/400 Men
    • 8th Battalion (Foothills): 366/400 Men
    • 9th Battalion (Foothills): 389/400 Men
    • 10th Battalion (Foothills): 390/400 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:
  • (37/40) HV-22W ‘Kraken’ Heavy Assault Walkers (Modified and Repurposed To Showcase Sith Iconography)
    • (18/20) Temple Approach
    • (19/20) Foothills
  • (60/80) Raider Walkers
    • (28) Temple Approach
    • (32) Foothills

The trench line was a cacophony of death and agony as Saevius and his men carved their way through the scattered unit of soldiers that desperately attempted to repel their advance. As the Knyghts began pouring in and finishing off the regular grunts before them, the trap was then sprung. Missile fire began pouring in from the flank, with disruptor fire following suit on the opposing side of the trench. Dozens of Knyghts fell to the onslaught as the rest quickly scrambled for cover within the dug in fortification.

Then... he heard her voice.

"COME AND SEE, SITHSPIT! OR ARE YOU SCARED OF ME?"​

The taunt was heard both through the small connection he had made with her psyche, as well as through the air as her voice rang through the din. Despite the fact he knew it was impossible externally, Saevius mentally ‘smiled’ through sheer ferocity at the words. Had this been prior to Noris, he would have taken great pleasure at manipulating her hubris and bringing her down load, as he did with her sister.

But ever since that ill-fated day, he had found it increasingly difficult to refrain from being lead along via unassailable rage. Today would be no exception.

Saevius reached out with the force, the runes on his body flashing a violent light once again as he extended his intangible tendrils around the corpses of the now deceased NIO troopers within the trench. Suddenly, he ‘threw’ the mass of corpses upward, while simultaneously leaping up from his position in cover. He surged through the air with unnatural speed, his lightsaber blade extended downward with clear intent to impale Rose where she stood.

Just as Saevius executed his maneuver, the Knyghts would also launch themselves from cover - charging into the group of 501st veterans who had assailed them with a plethora of ordinance. While their speed would not be as considerable as that of their lord, they would charge into their attackers with shocking levels of speed and ferocity nonetheless - swords at the ready and pistols firing fusillades of deadly fire as they made to crash into the Imperial Forces.

Meanwhile...

To say the Burned Legion was on the back foot would be an understatement. Even as the initial wave of their forces surged against the defenses of the NIO with some initial progress, a surprise and highly effective counterattack was launched against their right flank. Scores of troopers and nearly a dozen walkers were destroyed in the initial assault, with what forces remained deeper into the Legion’s formation desperately mobilizing to hold the line against the vicious attack.

The field commander of the Final Dawn forces quickly set about relaying orders to try and contain the situation: ”Move the forces from the rear into a counter maneuver. Push against their flank and turn them, and GET ME SOME DAMNED FIRE SUPPORT! NOW!”

The order was relayed, with the rear elements of the first wave quickly set about in establishing a line to break the rolling tide rushing toward them. Fresh walkers unleashed salvos of AP and anti personnel firepower into the advance columns of NIO forces. Clearly, it was not enough to fully blunt the advance, as they were slowly forcing the Burned Legion to contract inward. As the NIO vice grip began to close, the second wave of the attack got into the fray - focusing on reinforcing the routing elements attempting to hold back the enemy advance while attempting to ring around the NIO left flank in response.

In response to the request for fire support, heavy weapons teams began establishing mortar emplacements throughout the back field of the Mawite lines. Meanwhile, the comms station aboard the downed Crucifix-II star destroyer burst to life with fire orders from the Legion command staff: <”Burned Legion 2 Romeo, Command Fires, ready to copy and authenticate fire mission. Grid coordinates Whiskey Tango Zed, 38940 - 27870; requesting HID and HPCR coverage - fire for effect!”>[/color]

”Copy Burned Legion 2 Romeo, Crucifix Actual read back grid coordinates Whiskey Tango Zed, 38940 - 27870. Time to target one mic - copy?”

”Copy Crucifix Actual, over and out.”

Within the allotted time, superheated turbolaser fire and armored piercing ordinance screamed through the already twisted hellscape of Tython from the Crucifix-II, with a cascade of firepower washing across the NIO advance near the Temple Approach, while the foothills contingent attempted to shift their line to break the opening forced open by what NIO Forces had attempted to link up both sides of their line.

As the portal opened between the worlds of Lao Mon and Tython, hordes of unspeakable evil and twisted beings began pouring through the breach, including into the general direction of the Temple Approach.

Soon, the NIO would go from being amongst the predators springing a trap - to falling within a trap of their own making.

​

Spoiler: Summary

• Saevius causes a distraction to facilitate a maneuver to jump and surge toward Rose, in an attempt to skewer her where she stood.
• Knyghts surge forth to try and engage the surrounding 501st forces.
• The temple approach is easily overwhelmed by the initial assault of the NIO, with the second wave of the Burned Legion focusing on trying to stabilize the line against the onslaught.
• A flanking maneuver is attempted by the rear of the 2nd wave, which attempts to wheel and envelope the NIO Left flank
• Fire support is called in from the downed Crucifix-II Star Destroyer to try and blunt the NIO advance,
• Lao Mon Reinforcements begin heading in their direction.

​

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Freedom
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent | Nite agent | Marauder and Agent of the Maw, Mongrel's advisor and shadow​

Objective: Protect Mongrel Asher 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 | Julian Qar | DECEASED Erskine Barran || The Manifold

[ How could I live without you… ]*
* With English subtitle
"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>

Spoiler: tl;dr

• Keilara is dying in her husband's arms.
• Ziare and Freedom disappeared and died(?).
• Mercy is desperate and still try to convince her husband and tells him how she feels.
• Freedom speaks to Manifold and sends him emotions.

Spoiler: Story so far

Mercy #1

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Site Administrator: Tefka Annihilation Duration: April 15th - May 15th Attackers Defenders Brotherhood of the Maw and the New Sith Order Darth Solipsis Jem Fossk The Mongrel Darth Caelitus Tu'teggacha Kralmus Orr Darth Mori Khamul Kryze Kyrel Ren Zachariel Steelblood Darth Ptolemis...

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Mongrel #1

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Objective: Defend the planet at all costs. Location: Tython Orbit Equipment: EU-10a Advanced Tactical Pistol | Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip | Hersir Mk.I Military Attire Ship: Angyali Nyugalom Writing With: Defenders The chorus of voices faded into the background as Admiral Mith'akis'ormo...

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Barran #1

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

E N D_O F_A N_E R A Showdown over Tython FINAL DAWN TYTHON , DEEP CORE After Selvaris, Xa Fel, Foerost and Empress Teta, the Maw had come to Tython. They had carved a bloody path throughout the Galactic Alliance in their push into the Core Worlds and towards the Deep Core. The Alliance had...

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Mercy #2

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

E N D_O F_A N_E R A Showdown over Tython FINAL DAWN TYTHON , DEEP CORE After Selvaris, Xa Fel, Foerost and Empress Teta, the Maw had come to Tython. They had carved a bloody path throughout the Galactic Alliance in their push into the Core Worlds and towards the Deep Core. The Alliance had...

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Mongrel #2

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

TYTHON AIRSPACE Objective: Supporting the Defenders Equipment: MAA-001 HjCBg | MAA-004 HjFIP | JT-12 Jetpack | MAA-005 HjGPG | Tinfoil Hat Band Weapons: PGEM/MWP-001 | 2 PbBP-01 S.I. | Scatterblaster | 5 Vibro-knives in Self-sharpening Sheaths | 2 Batons | 2 Probe Droid Grenades | 2 Scarecrow...

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Mercy #3

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Objective: 2 - End of an Era Location: Tython Orbit Tags: NIO - Albrecht F. Herlock | VADM Tarsa Doon | Caoimhe Crannach | Caarlyle Rausgeber Brotherhood of the Maw: | Tu'teggacha | Aldo Garrick | Derix Tirall | Akûz the Ravager | Marlon Sularen Accord/Allied Forces: Artemis Toth |...

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Barran #2

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

C A V A L I E R NEW IMPERIAL ORDER TYTHON | KALETH Danika Leventis ALLIES | NIO ENEMIES | EVERYONE TEMPLAR There he stood at the top of stairs that descended towards the Necromancer in his sights. She was not alone, she had her own goons to accomplish whatever tasks given to them by her. He...

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Mongrel #3

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir The First and the Light of Ashla Heiress and Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic Mascot and Representative of the Ashlan Crusade; Living Saint of Ashla Eternal Empire's Ambassador to the Ashlan Crusade; Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary and...

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Mercy #4

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

The End of an Era "Are you afraid?" Darkness enveloped the kiffar's every sense. He could feel the cosmos around him like a cool breeze. Little blips of light appeared within that infinite darkness. Cerulean sapphire, verdant emerald, and bloody ruby light took shape in the form of tiny stars...

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Barran #3

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

And they were off, headed through the valley. Shadows of meteorites fell across them, blocking out the sun as Ashla fell to earth in pieces. Kai’s danger sense warned him just in time to dodge one particularly large chunk, though it blasted him upward upon impact with the ground. He landed on...

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Mongrel #4

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

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 Online. Processing Damage to Primary Core. Uriel's Body hadn't moved much, hanging there as it processed new inputs. Systems...

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Mercy #5

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

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 Online. Processing Damage to Primary Core. Uriel's Body hadn't moved much, hanging there as it processed new inputs. Systems...

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Barran #4

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Location: Ruins of the Jedi Temple - Tython Objective: Save a Sister Dialogue Legend: │ “Verbal” Direct Engagement: Project Uriel In spite of the looming presence of the crimson eye and the gruesome, battered form of her chassis, Alessandra smiled. In spite of everything, it seemed that...

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Mongrel #5

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

“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...

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Mercy #6

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

“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...

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Barran #5

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Breathe, child. She inhaled sharply. The feeling like sucking in broken glass. Just breathe. The pain didn't matter. It was all she could do to stay alive. See? All better. There was nothing to see. She was entombed in darkness. The monsters can't hurt you anymore. Consciousness failed...

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Mongrel #6

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

1st Dunwall Irregulars (The Devils of Dunwall) Tags: Bex Tarring, Erskine Barran, Julian Qar, Tulan Kor, Aerys Myrrine Club Foot The advance began, and the DI pushed with the others, moving their way toward the enemy as they readied themselves for the inevitable violence before them. Tyrell...

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Mercy #7

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

7th post OPERATION: SHATTERPOINT THE ANNIHILATION OF TYTHON Objective 1: ATTACK EVERYTHING!!!! Thomas Barran "The Bloodhound" ANOINTED ACOLYTE OF THE SCAR HOUNDS Allies (BOTM/NSO): Darth Solipsis The Mongrel Ziare Dyarron Shai Krayt Ardana Vorco Erion Justeene Darth Saevius Ronar Scylla...

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Barran #6

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Moving West of Akar Kesh Tag: Open What was Tython's pain and misery, what was its fate, that is what shaped the Shade, Fed it and gave it a malformed identity. Shadow rolled across its form, shifting, swirling, an unsettling sight for those who gazed upon it. Moving out from the bunker, the...

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Mongrel #7

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

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~ Inside the mind palace | Kallan and Keilara ~
I was scared, terrified as I tried to hold Kallan. I couldn’t imagine what might have happened out there, what had caused Mercy so much pain and fracture. I mean, but I could imagine. According to them, she was unable to dissuade Asher from this? No, I didn't want to die. I don't know what I was afraid of. From death, Kallan has to watch it. I didn't know which of us would die first. I didn’t want him to see this, but I also didn’t want me to see him die. Why? Why did they force us to do this?

It hurt; I thought nothing could hurt here. Nothing can cause such injury. That's why this place was. To rule out all the pain, all the suffering that is in reality. It was our refuge, my refuge. And yet here, and here it all happened. I got hurt here and everything can collapse here. As I saw his fright, his teary eyes, I was even more frightened by these. I knew he couldn't help it. I didn't know myself, how he would succeed after this?

Not long after, we were out on the grass, other times I was lying in his arms here. I saw Ziare and Freedom. They were in worse condition than me. No, it can't end that way. I wanted to fight, but I couldn't, I wasn't the strongest, I wasn't in control, it was Mercy. If he doesn’t want to live, or if her heart breaks, it will happen. I didn’t even have the strength to yell at her to do something. It was like a trap.

I didn’t want him to see it, I didn’t want him to have to go through this. He deserved much more than that, he had already suffered enough. But at the same time, I was afraid, afraid to be left alone. I hunched over in pain as he cradled my head in his lap. As he grabbed my hand, I squeezed. I trembled, shaking as I watched him. However, I was unable to not look to the side, where Freedom and Ziare were. I saw them both fade and then Freedom exploded in a moment with a pop, my soul torn in pain.

~ KALLAN! ~ I screamed painfully; my voice trembled with fear and had higher tone than usual with panic.

Fear became even more prevalent. It hurt more and more. Why? I tried to look at him, his always kind but often sad face. It was always reassuring, but I like it the most when he smiles. I wanted to ask him to smile now, but I couldn't speak. I couldn't ask this from him. I tried to talk, say anything, but I couldn’t because of the pain. The pain and fear paralyzed me, I just watched him as tears flowed down my face and my chest was still bleeding.

I gasped heavily, almost "whistling", struggling so hard to stay with myself and not lose consciousness. I wanted to see him, I wanted to feel him even in the last moments, but I wanted him not to see, not to suffer because of me. I felt something tight in my chest, strong pressure, I moaned.

Another pop, Ziare vanished… I screamed in pain again as my body became more and more transparent. I tried to grab his arm tightly, but I could barely hold it, my hand partially slipping through it.

~ Kallan… ~ I breathed as my tears ran down my face. ~ Please tell me how you planned our life together if we were free in reality, please, tell me! ~ I beseech him.

I wanted to know, I wanted to know what else was waiting for us, what he wanted…

~ Present, Tython | Asher and Mercy (and Barran) ~
I looked at him angrily at his words; angrily, out of helplessness, out of despair. I wasn’t mad at him, I couldn’t be mad at him. I was much angrier at those and hated those who drove him here. Because of whom, even I was not enough to convince him to live. That I was condemned to be good at nothing. Not to be able to save the only person I love and who prefers death because of what they did to him.

I wanted to hit him, my hands clenched into fists. I wanted to slap him after his words. How can he still be so stubborn and an idiot? Why doesn't he still understand? I looked at my bleeding and increasingly sore chest. Did he really think I would survive if he and Kallan died? I knew that in Force bond, couples die in a lot of cases. I think I'm starting to understand why.

~ You still don't understand, Asher, do you? You set me free, you saved me! If that didn’t happen on Carlac, I would definitely be dead by now! You gave me a new life there. I'm free now! How can I be free after your death? How can I live without you? If you die… I will not rest until I kill everyone who is responsible for your death, and for they were doing this to you. The Heathen Priests, Tu'teggacha, the Maw leaders, Barran! I will destroy his entire family before I kill him! I will destroy everything and everyone for what they did to you and Kallan! And I just hope someone kills me and destroys my soul so I don’t have to live out there in the knowledge that I don’t even have a chance to ever see you again! ~ I shouted; I had never shouted at him before.

My voice trembled with crying, but there was anger and determination in him, and in my teary eyes the flame of defiance, determination and anger burned. I punched him in the chest, but it was just a weak blow, after which I leaned against him with both of my palms on it, gently, my body shaking over and over again from sobs and pain.

~ It wasn't you, they controlled you, the blood sticks to their hands, not yours. And I swore at our wedding that I would be by your side for good and bad and that I would share the same fate as you! ~ I told him hoarsely. ~ You are very wrong if you think I would ever be able to love anyone outside of you or Kallan. If you think I would be able to be happy again while I know that… You should have let the runes be drawn on me too. I am the same as you. We are so similar. Could you be happy, could you leave if I died like that? If it were the other way around? If it all would happen to me? Or would you want to take revenge and follow me? ~

I knew how he reacted when someone hurt me, that he felt anger and hatred, that he would have killed anyone who had anything to do with it. Why did he think I wouldn't do the same? I looked into his eyes with teary eyes.

~ ANSWER ME! ~ I shouted at him, I didn't want to argue with him, now I didn't, I wanted to be in his arms, embrace him, protect him, and give him my own life so he could live, I'd rather die than he…

Suddenly two strong waves of pain hit my body, the wound started to bleed even harder, and I screamed in pain in Asher's embrace…

The reality was almost completely blurred, the current scream existed not only in my head but in reality, as well. I didn’t know what happened, what caused it after my first intended shout. It wasn’t that... but they just stopped for a moment and then continued to fight. It's something else. I wanted to rush between them to stop the fight, to stop them. But I was unable to move. I heard their words, but their meaning no longer reached my consciousness. Only pain, growing pain, anger and hatred. For everything and everyone who or what was not Asher and Kallan.

That they took my future away from me, the chance to be happy. They wanted to take the men I loved. I wanted them to burn and suffer at least as much as he and I did. In reality, I sobbed out loud. I should have stayed strong to be his worthy wife, but I didn’t know. And he didn't answer my words anywhere. I should have gone there to be able to physically break the runes. I was hoping Barran wasn’t as good as he was. He had to win, he had to win.

And at that moment I could even hear The Manifold 's voice, I couldn't answer his words because I could feel the pain, I could see the pictures. I sobbed again. I sent back compassion and sorrow, feelings. Empathy. And I realised, Ziare was an empath, Freedom was the Force user. What happened to me?!

~ They do this, they do it to everyone. They take them away, erase those who they used to be, and force them into things they don’t want. But you can fight them, I, like my name, am free. There is a way out from where we are. I believe there are others who are still alive, not just us. ~ I… or Freedom told them.

In vain did he ask me, I was unable to turn away from the duel… Asher…

 

[Kyrel Ren]

​

Location: Tython Underground
Allies: Maw
Enemies: Valery Noble Kahlil Noble
Objective: 1

With his face in front of his back, the burning gaze of his yellow eyes had stared Valery down. If she looked closely, next to the fury he had brought there was some sadistic satisfaction. If he was going then surely he would find it fitting that she went down into the depths with him. He could taste the material of her pants, the black fluid burning away, and soon he could feel her flesh. His senses running wild only caused his tongue to wrap itself around her legs, preventing any escape as she slid on the ground close to the chasm.

If he wasn’t so tongue tied at the moment, his growl could be mistaken for the laughter he felt. It was ironic that now he was descending to the depths of hell. If he would go to hell once more he wasn’t going alone. Now he found himself dangling, ready for when her weight would shift, and cause both to fall deep into the depths. More of the ground only continued to crack and crumble, fire spewed into the sky as if the planet itself was growing increasingly angry.

His victory was assured, while there was no doubt he could survive the tumble, but there was no guarantee she would. That was until he felt his tongue burn. Letting out an inhuman screech his tongue quickly retracted back into his mouth. Soon the big brute was the victim of gravity as he started to tumble down deep into Tython’s fiery depths. There was no scream, no anger just an eerie silence as if the Wrath had accepted it all with ease.

In the midst of his tumble downward, his gaze shifted towards Kahlil. The man seemed calm, determined, unafraid of facing the beast alone. His gaze only remained for a moment, until both of them were free falling together. Armed with what seemed to be a dagger, he felt his flesh burn. Sith weapons against a body molded by Sith Alchemy and necromancy had little if any effect at all. One thing was for certain was pain rocked every nerve of his body.

They descended through rock and molten magma, his own force senses still dull. Soon it escalated into an all out melee. When they weren’t smashing against the crust of Tython, they met each other blade in hand, or even attempting to beat one another down. Constantly smashing against rock, soon the fall started to descend to an even wider chasm as they fought. The chasm filled with more fire, as with each contact of his fists the ground continued to rumble violently.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Allies: Caltin Vanagor Romi Jade Jace Khel | Team Lightside
Enemies: Tythons Wound (eventually) | Team Darkside
Location: Flooded Plains

Spoiler: TL;DR

• Thurion rushes to the aid of Romi Jade and Jace Khel.
• Thurion proceeds to part the great wave, redirecting its flow into two halves so that they may make their escape.

It seemed there was no stopping the big guy when his heart was set. A virtue common to his own kind. Master Vanagor would have made a fine Valkyri, he thought fondly of his comrade-in-arms. Unwavering in the face of danger, and seeming to even relish the chance to prove himself in every aspect. To push beyond his physical limits each and every time an opportunity presented itself.

He was a warrior, through and through. He could only hope it would not get his friend killed this day. Realising your own limitations was what drove Thurion to finally submit his resignation to the Silver Council, for he felt he could no longer divert his attention away from his homeworld, as well as his family. Whether Caltin had that same realisation that there were limits, he did not know.

By the time Caltin commented on the foul presence prevailing above all others, Thurion had felt it too. A grave disturbance in the Force, pricking at the skin and warping your mind. It was nauseating to experience. In any other event the Lion would have charged into battle alongside his brother, and stare down evil as it approached. But there was another, more pressing issue than facing this new threat.

A great wave was upon them, rising like a tsunami along the horizon, threatening to wash everyone aside regardless of their allegiance in this war. Those that had taken notice had begun their escape, but Thurion then spotted amidst the chaos none other than Romi Jade and Jace Khel attempting a slow retreat of their own. Jace appeared to be injured, with Romi unwilling to leave a friend behind to such a horrid fate.

Thurion was torn. He could either fight alongside Caltin Vanagor to defeat Tythons Wound or save the lives of those in need. The choice between the two reminded him why he was here. He was not here as the Valkyri King, but as the Jedi Master. And Jedi, he'd been taught so long ago, save lives.

So he turned away from Caltin as he faced down the titanic foe, and instead leaped into action in the direction of Romi and Jace. He bounded across the plains with great strides, ignoring any enemy in his path, being the only one to head towards the massive wave as it drew nearer to the pair. One final leap across the battlefield would see him reach his destination, appearing by their side as if sent from above.

"Go, Romi," he simply told her, eyeing the pair. A quick glance informed him of Jace's injury, giving him an idea of how long they would need. "You two get out of here! I'll hold it off for as long as I can!" There was a hint of desperation in his voice, for there was little time for debating. In his eyes, Romi Jade represented the hope for a reunited Jedi Order. Whereas Thurion Heavenshield belonged to a past that was long gone.

"Please," Thurion took her by the hand, pleading with her. "You must do this, for me."

As a farewell, he leaned in for a kiss on the cheek. In case they never see each other again.

"Save the dream."

Thurion then turned away from them, marching towards the great wave closing in. Such a terrible force of nature could not be stopped, not by any one man. But stopping it was never his intention. Know your limitations.

He positioned himself upon a protruding rock jutting out of the flooded earth, dispelling any distractions from his mind. All he retained were thoughts of home. As his eyes closed shut, he could see it in his mind:

The light of the midday sun coming through the window, its rays broken as someone stepped through them, approaching. He could smell the scent of her dark hair now aged with lovely streaks of grey, and feel the touch of her fingertips caressing his bearded cheek. She smiled as their foreheads met and their noses rubbed against one another, until finally their lips met.

"Now and beyond this life, my love."

Then his eyes snapped open and his hands shot out towards the wave, and as he did his entire being became engulfed in the power of the Force. He then pushed his hands to the sides, palms facing outwards, forcing the tsunami to split in two halves and redirecting its flow away from Romi and Jace's path of escape.

The pressure was incomprehensible, and the strain placed upon one single being was tremendous. Thurion had to pour the last of his reserves into this final act, else be washed away instantly and accomplishing nothing. Regardless of the outcome, whether he survive or perish, there would be no more battle for him this day. His strength would inevitably be sapped, and his body would finally give in. Until then, he would give it his all.

Make it count.

 

[Jeren Kestros]

Location: Tython
Objective: Fight the Sith and do whatever possible to help disrupt their dark ritual
Gear: Armor | Lightsaber
Enemies: Darth Syphus

Jeren halted his barrage of saber strikes as the Sith leapt backward out of his reach. He took up a rather open posture, as if inviting his enemy to lunge forward and attack again. If he wanted to test his prowess with a lightsaber against the Miraluka duelist, Jeren would be more than happy to oblige. That did not appear to be the case, however. Cries of pain quickly transitioned to maniacal laughter; he was still having fun. Jeren frowned.

"You won't win, Sith," Jeren replied to the Sith's taunts and jeers. "You--"

The Juror's words were interrupted by a blast of red lightning arcing through the air, coming right for him. He hadn't expected it, and wasn't prepared to deal with it fully. He only managed to get his off hand up, bracing as the bolts of energy collided with his armored form. Jeren was sent flying backwards several meters, landing hard on the rocky ground. Pain coursed through his body, like thousands of tiny knives stabbing every inch of his body at once. He fought to maintain control of his muscles, to . As quickly as he could he got back up, first to one knee, then to his feet, grimacing all the while. Remnants of the Sith's lightning continued to arc along his body for several seconds, its dark energy still working to damage him as it faded. A combination of his armor and the last-moment attempt at deflection had prevented the worst of it, but it was still very painful. One small lapse in concentration was often all it took to be cut down; he was grateful to Ashla that he was spared, this time at least.

All around them Tython seemed to be coming apart. Portions of Ashla continued to rain down from the heavens, impacting and sending massive plumes of rock and dust and magma into the sky. As the ritual had progressed, reality itself was also coming undone. Fractures and ripples in the Force flooded his senses, threatening to overwhelm the Miraluka who so desperately depended on the Force to see. He trained those senses on his Sith opponent, focusing intently on his presence. Even if all else became nothing but illusion and fantasy, he knew the man in front of him was real. He would use that to ground him, to keep him in the fight.

Jeren lifted his empty left hand, calling upon Ashla to strengthen him. He reached out through the Force to a pile of smaller but still sizeable rocks nearby. He swung his arm at the Sith, lifting the rocky debris from its resting place and flinging it at him. The rocks swarmed together like a small cloud of insects as they flew through the air. Jeren followed quickly by dashing at the Sith with a great deal of speed, getting back into melee range and attacking again. If he could stay focused and keep his opponent off balance, he believed he had a good chance of winning.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Allies: Celeste Rigel Thurion Heavenshield Caltin Vanagor Zark San Tekka Romi Jade Cotan Sar'andor
Enemies: Darth Libertas

The darkness was thick. It was not what he was here for. It was something that him, as a Sentinel, as the Sentinel of Sullust, was trained to combat, pushing off the shroud of the darkness took time, but it was not something that was impossible for the Corellian. The blast of light and sound, that was something he was hoping to use to his advantage. What he did not see, though, or did not consider, was his foes enhancements. He himself was not fully organic, but this was an extent he was not prepared for.

He knew his daughter could and did ionize droid attacks. Coren was not prepped for this. The returning blast of darkness though, rose to meet the light, cast out in shadows from the intensity. It was one that could not exist without the other. Light and darkness, good and evil. The beamer shots fired out, one wide, another catching his shoulder. Cussing under his breath, he felt his blade arm drop, the main saber from that hand hitting the ground.

It was not symbolic of a loss, however. In his cybernetic hand, there was the shoto. That itself would be good, but the arm was fully ready to catch the blade. As his organic arm tingled and he released his strike with the Force to do what he could to dissolve and absorb the extra electrical pulsing through tutaminis, to gain an upper hand, but as Libertas was approaching, his arm and hand went up, ready to intercept the blade fully.

The work of the seers not touching him, his focus on keeping himself shielded from the meld, to protect the other Jedi as he dispatched this Sith.

Until he could feel it… the Heavenshield. Dropping all sense of meld to other Jedi, save for the constant to Celeste Rigel , Coren pushed what he could spare to his brother in arms. He brought the man to this world, to defend the Jedi, he wasn't going to lose him here. Light and life poured out, some pulled from the absorbing of the electrical pulse in his arm, some from his own reserves. He had enough to combat the Sith, but he was going to be doing so with an arm literally and figuratively, behind his back.

"For light and life..." He muttered as Libertas closed the gap.

 

[Ronar]

Location: The Summit of Mt. Geran, Eastern Arros Range, Northern Temple Valley, Tython
Allies: BOTM/NSO, Thomas Barran , Ardana Vorco
Enemies: NIO/Enclave/NJO
Objective: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!!!

Death. War. Destruction. Blood.

It played like a chorus in Ronar's head, a decisive, plodding cadence. Nothing else penetrated his battle-clouded mind. No grand tactics, no sweeping maneuvers, no schemes or plans to save lives or achieve objectives. Only death, war, destruction, blood. He had given himself over completely to the beast, letting his most basic, primal instincts run free. He watched still through distant eyes, his body not totally feeling like his own as it waded into the blood and viscera - soaked mud of the battlefield.

His was not a controlled form. He did not fight with the stances and patterns of a civilized duelist. His was a wild, visceral style, that somehow managed to be both as rigid as a mountain and as fluid as a river. Punches, kicks, and headbutts flowed into powerful blows from his cortosis sword, interspersed with dodges and blocks as his wove his way through the enemy in a deadly dance. With reckless abandon he chopped and slashed, cleaving off limbs and disemboweling Imperial troopers as they screamed and yelled in fear and in anger. He used his cybernetic right arm to great effect, crushing windpipes and punching straight through layers of armor. Blood flew into his face and across his armor, turning the once-white bone a scarlet red. His arms were sore but he barely felt them, only the slight resistance as blade met flesh again and again.

It was, indeed, glorious.

His Violet Wolves fought beside him, their attacks just as savage as their erstwhile commander. They no longer scattered; with only four of their number remaining they attached themselves to their leader, watching Ronar's back as he crashed through the enemy lines like a charging reek. In his out-of-body experience Ronar watched them. These men, these Wolves, were truly something to behold. Before this battle they had been the rabble, the castoffs, those too weak to have any ambition beyond clinging like leeches to the strongest warrior that would tolerate them. But battle, it is said, brings forth the true nature of a man. These men, it was clear, were warriors all.

Ronar couldn't tell whether their attack had truly been successful. The number of enemy soldiers before him did not seem to be dwindling at all; there was always another to kill, to maim, to destroy. But, truthfully, Ronar didn't care. He had come here to prove himself on the field of battle, or die trying.

Bring on the enemy, they would all die the same.

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
The First and the Light of Ashla
Heiress and Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic Mascot and Representative of the Ashlan Crusade; Living Saint of Ashla
Eternal Empire's Ambassador to the Ashlan Crusade; Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary and the Fjölkyngi Smiđr Guild​

Objective: To save her husband's soul and give him a choice.
Location: Akar Kesh, Tython
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (swords) | Ljósspjót (spear) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || Current appearance
Writing With: Geiseric | Khamul Kryze

[ Race to the Sea ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ["Essonian"] | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Spoiler: tl;dr

• Eina dies.
• Eina and Geiseric's soul goes to Ashla.

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Eina #1

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Geiseric #1

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Site Administrator: Tefka Annihilation Duration: April 15th - May 15th Attackers Defenders Brotherhood of the Maw and the New Sith Order Darth Solipsis Jem Fossk The Mongrel Darth Caelitus Tu'teggacha Kralmus Orr Darth Mori Khamul Kryze Kyrel Ren Zachariel Steelblood Darth Ptolemis...

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Vinaze #1

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Objective: Defend the planet at all costs. Location: Tython Orbit Equipment: EU-10a Advanced Tactical Pistol | Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip | Hersir Mk.I Military Attire Ship: Angyali Nyugalom Writing With: Defenders The chorus of voices faded into the background as Admiral Mith'akis'ormo...

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Eina #2

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Objective: Defend the planet at all costs. Location: Tython Orbit Equipment: EU-10a Advanced Tactical Pistol | Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip | Hersir Mk.I Military Attire Ship: Angyali Nyugalom Writing With: Defenders The chorus of voices faded into the background as Admiral Mith'akis'ormo...

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Geiseric #2

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Objective: Defend the planet at all costs. Location: Tython Orbit Equipment: EU-10a Advanced Tactical Pistol | Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip | Hersir Mk.I Military Attire Ship: Angyali Nyugalom Writing With: Defenders The chorus of voices faded into the background as Admiral Mith'akis'ormo...

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Eina #3

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Objective: Defend the planet at all costs. Location: Tython Orbit Equipment: EU-10a Advanced Tactical Pistol | Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip | Hersir Mk.I Military Attire Ship: Angyali Nyugalom Writing With: Defenders The chorus of voices faded into the background as Admiral Mith'akis'ormo...

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Khamul #1

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

[/div][/div] MY FATHER'S BLOOD Allies: Mandalorian Enclave l Defenders of Tython l Shakka Bralor l Runi Kuryida l Kaz Krayt l Gwyneira Krayt l Vulcan Krayt Not Allies: Attackers of Tython l Marlon Sularen l Derix Tirall Equipment: Beskar'Gam l Crushgaunts l Disruptor Pistol l Beskar...

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Vinaze #2

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Wearing: xxx Gear: arm, saber Allies: Defenders Engaging: Caltin Vanagor, Open He could sense it in the air and smell it on the wind. War had come to Tython. The sky grew dark as the massive fleets of both sides littered the orbit above. It would be a wonder if anyone made it off Tython alive...

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Geiseric #3

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Wearing: xxx Gear: arm, saber Allies: Defenders Engaging: Caltin Vanagor, Open He could sense it in the air and smell it on the wind. War had come to Tython. The sky grew dark as the massive fleets of both sides littered the orbit above. It would be a wonder if anyone made it off Tython alive...

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Eina #4

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Location: Omen's Personal Venator Class Tagged: Fenn Stag | Shakka Bralor | Runi Kuryida | Kaz Krayt | Gwyneira Krayt | Vulcan Krayt | @Omen Mereel Verin Oldo | Vemric Keldra | Isla Draellix | Khione | Kranak Vizsla Omen stared out at his company of orphans from a shipping container as...

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Khamul #2

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Allies: Coren Starchaser Celeste Rigel Caltin Vanagor Tracyn Ordo Zark San Tekka | Team Lightside Enemies: Darth Xanesh (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...

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Geiseric #4

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Location: Ruins of the Jedi Temple - Tython Objective: Uncover the Secrets of Jedi Droids Dialogue Legend: │ “Verbal” Direct Engagement: Project Uriel Alessandra was fast, but in Uriel, it seemed that she had found her match or possibly even, a superior. The Chaplain brought her energy sword...

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Vinaze #3

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Location: Ruins of the Jedi Temple - Tython Objective: Uncover the Secrets of Jedi Droids Dialogue Legend: │ “Verbal” Direct Engagement: Project Uriel Alessandra was fast, but in Uriel, it seemed that she had found her match or possibly even, a superior. The Chaplain brought her energy sword...

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Eina #5

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Objective: Board the Avatar of War Equipment: Sword, M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1 M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol, M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2, Thermal Detonators x50, Magnetic Detonators x 50, Perun's Call Allies: Enclave Enemies: BOTM Tagged: Fenn Stag | Shakka Bralor | Runi...

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Khamul #3

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Objective: Board the Avatar of War Equipment: Sword, M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1 M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol, M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2, Thermal Detonators x50, Magnetic Detonators x 50, Perun's Call Allies: Enclave Enemies: BOTM Tagged: Fenn Stag | Shakka Bralor | Runi...

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Vinaze #4

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Allies: Theoretically Maw Enemies: Coren Starchaser (Engaging), Celeste Rigel, Thurion Heavenshield (in vicinity), GA/NIO people. Location: Somewhere near Kaleth Libertas had walked away from the maimed Padawan, when suddenly the source of the emanation of Light confronted her. "She murdered...

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Eina #6

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir The First and the Light of Ashla Heiress and Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic Mascot and Representative of the Ashlan Crusade; Living Saint of Ashla Eternal Empire's Ambassador to the Ashlan Crusade; Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary and...

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Geiseric #5

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir The First and the Light of Ashla Heiress and Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic Mascot and Representative of the Ashlan Crusade; Living Saint of Ashla Eternal Empire's Ambassador to the Ashlan Crusade; Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary and...

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Khamul #4

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THE END IS THE BEGINNING :: Hanger, Avatar of War The Speaker of the Mandokarla's helm pivoted a hair to the side as she stood before the onslaught of the corrupt forces. Something was coming. Lips hidden by an avian helm turned down at the corners sensing a dark power whose attention had...

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Vinaze #5

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Location: Ruins of the Jedi Temple - Tython Objective: Save a Sister Dialogue Legend: │ “Verbal” Direct Engagement: Project Uriel In spite of the looming presence of the crimson eye and the gruesome, battered form of her chassis, Alessandra smiled. In spite of everything, it seemed that...

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Eina #7

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Location: Ruins of the Jedi Temple - Tython Objective: Save a Sister Dialogue Legend: │ “Verbal” Direct Engagement: Project Uriel In spite of the looming presence of the crimson eye and the gruesome, battered form of her chassis, Alessandra smiled. In spite of everything, it seemed that...

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Geiseric #6

Annihilation - Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

Location: Outskirts of the Temple Ruins - Tython Objective: Engage Tython Accords Forces Allies: BotM (Ziare Dyarron Erion Justeene Thomas Barran Vector Monk Kyrel Ren Darth Libertas Romund Sro Darth Saevius Shai Krayt The Mongrel) │ TK (Carnifex-Demiurge Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax) Enemies...

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Khamul #5

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Breathe, child. She inhaled sharply. The feeling like sucking in broken glass. Just breathe. The pain didn't matter. It was all she could do to stay alive. See? All better. There was nothing to see. She was entombed in darkness. The monsters can't hurt you anymore. Consciousness failed...

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Geiseric #7

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Flooded Plains -: Romi Jade His first answer was an earnest smile, one touched with sadness however; Jace missed the lives of his friends, he realised, the times he was one able to share with them all were now lost to him. Held in stasis, encased in a tube, a victim to one more beast than man...

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Eina #8

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Flooded Plains -: Romi Jade His first answer was an earnest smile, one touched with sadness however; Jace missed the lives of his friends, he realised, the times he was one able to share with them all were now lost to him. Held in stasis, encased in a tube, a victim to one more beast than man...

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Geiseric #8

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+ W A R D O G . P A G E C L A I M + TYTHON | TEMPLE VALLEY BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW | SCARHOUNDS ALLIES: MAW | Thomas Barran | The Mongrel | OPEN ENEMIES: BURN THEM ALL | OPEN ENGAGING: Kranak Vizsla | Sasha Kryze | Ghalric Rau | Xyoz GEAR: In bio | Standard loadout | shield DYNASTIES AND...

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Eina #9

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Moving West of Akar Kesh Tag: Open What was Tython's pain and misery, what was its fate, that is what shaped the Shade, Fed it and gave it a malformed identity. Shadow rolled across its form, shifting, swirling, an unsettling sight for those who gazed upon it. Moving out from the bunker, the...

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Khamul #6

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

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Eina was still waiting for Gei's answer during their farewell. She knew exactly that Khamul was also here among the ruins, among the columns. But Valkyrja didn't care that the man was here. This was not the time for the Sith Lord to take away these moments. She was aware of the danger, of course, but she didn't care. It was more important at this moment to keep Gei safe and the soul shall not be wounded. For her, it was the most important thing in the present moment for her husband’s soul to reach the Ashla in one piece. Any other issue didn't matter now.

She sensed it as Khamul moved behind her. The woman turned to face the man. She did not know whether the Sith Lord wanted her death or wanted to destroy the soul, so in any case she took a defensive stance between Gei's soul and the Sith Lord. Eina would have given her life at any time for the safety of any soul. And for the soul of Geiseric, especially. After the words of the Sith Lord, a sad smile appeared on her lips.

"You know so little about the Force. We always belong together. By killing him, you didn't tear apart the dyad between the two of us. I don't belong in this world…" she told him.

~ Take him to Ashla! ~ she ordered the two Valkyrja.

But before the two Valkyrja could open the rift, Khamul also acted. Eina didn't defend herself. That is, she did not defend herself, but Geiseric. She promised that she would always take care of her beloved crusader. She knew that nothing was likely waiting for her, as her people did not have another chance. For them, being as Valkyrja was a new chance after death. Eina was born that way, it was logical that she would disappear into nothingness. She even sensed that one of her peers took Gei's soul to themselves.

The lightsaber hit the middle of her chest the next moment and pierced Eina's chest. She just smiled sadly, not shouting. The rift was already open, Gei was safe; that was all that mattered to her. She did what she had to do. The Valkyrja closed her eyes at last time, the next moment her physical body disappeared, the golden light extinguished among the ruins. There was nothing left, only the Darkness and the Bogan.

Eina's very strong, Light side aura disappeared from Tython. The two Valkyrja left with the silvery and golden souls, appearing with them above the Seat of Ashla. Khamul was left alone in the darkness…

The Shield of Ashla was broken;​

And
The Light of Ashla was extinguished.​