Annihilation Shatterpoint | BotM Annihilation of GA Held Tython

[Akûz the Ravager]

The Ravager​

Objective: II - End of an Era
Location: Aboard the Caragol
Tags: NIO - Albrecht F. Herlock | VADM Tarsa Doon | Caoimhe Crannach | Caarlyle Rausgeber

Brotherhood of the Maw: Tu'teggacha | Aldo Garrick | Derix Tirall | Marlon Sularen

Accord/Allied Forces: Artemis Toth | Mith'akis'ormo | Mylo Thorne | Tren Chaar | Vaux Gred | Balt Vizsla | Romul Saxon | Vemric Keldra | Maple Harte | Verin Oldo Aximand Sicarus

Spoiler: Summary

• Akûz listens to some denk af drumline
• The warfleet emerges from lightspeed alongside Admiral Aldo, unleashing its firepower against the flanks of the allied fleet.
• The Caragol specifically Targets the Requiem, the flagship of Vemric Keldra

Spoiler: The Wartribe - Warband Grinâsh - 50km

• (1) Caragol - Akûz Flagship (2,000m)
  • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
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• (2) Crucifix Class-2 Destroyer (4,000m)
  • Brakka
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • K’rggah
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
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• (4) Crucifix Class-1 Destroyers (7,200m)
  • Varak
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Ra’jaka
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Faerûn-V’okath
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Mela’giroth’vaim
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
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• (8) Bhorgoth Destroyers (10,000m)
  • O’goroth
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Ligash
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Io’eth
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Akash
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Ri’noam
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Arv’inash
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Bakavh
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Enakh
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
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• (10) Ra'kazar'agh Cruisers (10,000m)
  • Bezarakh
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • H’roggoth
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • A’ashbenaz’ungol
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Cimeno’ath
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Re’oam’ak
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Khand’evaim
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Ni’meloch
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Ganakh
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • U’toch
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Jenakh
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
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• (32) Vagabond Raider Frigates (16,000m)
  • Cleaver
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 88%
  • Jocasta
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Colonial Transport #37(Former GA Designation)
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Rotund
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Ren’fiki
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • C-7475-Alpha(Former NIO Designation)
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • A’gash
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • A’enak
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Vak
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Ikbal
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Chronakhal
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Xinoan
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Razorback (Former Eternal Empire Designation)
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • ANV Fatima (Former GA Patrol Craft)
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Desecrator
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Sev’Tok
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Empress Tetah
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 88%
  • Mine Hauler #AV-037
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Begaan
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • ENS Feltic (Salvaged Eternal Empire Science Vessel)
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Khandar
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Vekht
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Mollach
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Stabba
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • The Ram Skull
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Gromandach
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Mine Hauler AV-#047
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • ANV Swyft (Former GA Patrol Craft
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • ANV Eros (Former GA Patrol Craft)
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Mining Hauler #AV-004
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Striega
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • BRAAAM
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%

So it began.

In the hours leading up to the signal given by Grand Overseer Sularen, Akûz had been waiting for it in situ, within the bowels of his profane flagship the Caragol. The rhythmic beats of wardrums pounded at the edge of a massive antechamber, with the Ravager himself knelt prone in the center of an ornate glyph etched into what appeared to be stonework laid atop the durasteel paneling. His flesh was dusted in a white chalk substance, his eyes closed as warsingers chanted a battle hymn in the background.

The warriors around him stamped/clanged their weapons in step with the drum beats, their voice raising in harmony with the chant in their own brutish, tribal chants. The warchief leaned his head back and opened his eyes to the heavens. Slowly, he outstretched his hands and rose to his feet. With practiced ceremony, helots approached and applied oils to his flesh before wrapping his form in a cloth mesh. Then, they brought his armor, applying each piece with an air of reverence.

Lastly, a stout and diminutive figure wearing the trappings of a simple hood and cloak approached with a case easily the size of a small child. He knelt, and Akûz reached out to grasp the hafts of his axes, which shone violently with seeming hunger and rage. He brandished the axes, raising one over his head, which coaxed a massive cheer from amongst his warriors. Then, the drums ceased, and the chanting stopped. The chamber was so silent, one could hear a rat scurrying about if they wanted to.

Finally, he spoke.

”My brothers, Empress Teta was but a taste for the spoils which await us. We were cheated from eating our fill as the cowards of the Alliance turned and ran with their tails between their legs. But today...”

“Today we shall feast upon each and every soul that dares oppose the Dark Voice. Today -”

He met the gaze of several of his men around him before he concluded:

”Today, the Alliance shall know fear. And its name shall be carved upon their bleeding hearts as we devour them.”

The Grand Overseer had given the signal, and the forces of the Maw had thusly been unleashed. In an instant, a pocket of the void that had previously been unoccupied was filled with scores of ships. They all varied in make, model, and quality - but they all bore the telltale signs of an entity that had solidified a name for themselves over Empress Teta, where it broke the back of the Alliance fleet.

The Kragamond Wartribe had been unleashed.

Its hunger had not been slaked amidst the thousands of shattered hulks and corpses it had feasted upon over Empress Teta. This was doubly true for its Warchief, who sat upon his command throne in his full war kit. Unlike the outset of the engagement at Empress Teta, the full strength of the Wartribe emerged from lightspeed, arrayed in a massive formation that dominated the view at the Alliance’s flank.

The massive armaments of the Bhorgoth Destroyers, Crucifix-1 & 2 Star Destroyers, and the Caragol herself all unleashed upon the ships nearest them, be they Enclave, Elysium, Eternal, or Alliance. None would be spared from the onslaught, even as the Orbital Autocannons of the Caragol herself zeroed in and fired upon a particularly massive battlecruiser adorning the colors of the United Enclave Naval Forces (Vemric Keldra).

There would be blood. There would be death.

His hunger would be satisfied, and the will of The Voice would be done.

 

[Vaux Gred]

Fleet: Defender, Keros' Kad, Concordia, 1x Concordia-class, 1x Skira-class, 1x Sorgan-class, 2x Atin'la-class, 3x Shield-class, 4x Sur'haai-class, 6x Tionas-class, 6x PS-1 Tagger, Talyc Squadron, 21x GF-2B squadrons, 13x Directorate Viper squadrons, 6x 8-R Toscon squadrons, 4x Viper "Blackbird II" squadrons, 14x HF-2 Pike squadrons, 9x DF-1 Scarad squadrons, 3x Spitfire-class squadrons

Spoiler

Vaux would look around, seeing the ship that Liram Angellus could usually be found on. She would opened a full Silver channel, quickly calling out "Glad to see the first and second best pilots in Silver space here. Hope you can keep up, flyboy." It was a bit of jest to hide her worries about this. Then she watched as the FACs began to follow the strike squadrons. The Scarab droids kept themselves around the Ally Fleets as a defensive buffer, the Defender and the Gred heavies and escorts would soon start calling out to all fighters.

"Flak batteries opening up!"

"Watch the hail!"

"Hail inbound."

"About to blot out the stars with the smoke."

"Flak inbound, watch your vectors."

"Hail on the way, if any big boys need it send us a message." Vaux held her coarse as they approached the Maw fleet, seeing the Avatar of War and the super star destroyer Fatalis. That thing an its escorts were probably covered in point defense weapons. This would be rough. And then a new transmission came in. The Enclave was asking for everyone to take care when attacking the giant death machine!? Vaux growled a bit as she opened a comms line.

"This is CT, what the kark are you talking about!? That thing might be ready to glass Tython and you want us to be careful not to hurt the ones boarding it when they should know good and well what not succeeding m...." There was then the scream of a Blackbird II's engines over her canopy.

"Keep focused Commander."

"You know my callsigns CT, Fleet CAG."

"I know, but you need to remember who the enemy is and focus on them. Understood." Vaux grumbled, muttering "Kaysh mirsh solus (His braincell is lone)" in response, notably having switch to the Silver's comms line before she did. But now, she had to redirect her annoyance and anger to the fighter squadrons they were about to hit. While on Maw fleet hadn't, the other around the super weapon sure as the Manda did, and it was time to fight and keep the Pikes from being knocked out before reaching their target of the escort fleet. The Tionas could at least start opening fire.

Meanwhile, aboard the Defender, Arcus was calling out orders.

"Tell all ships to open long range batteries on those enemy star destroyers. We'll try to avoid targeting the Avatar for n...." It was then that she was interrupted by one of the sensor crew calling out, and one of the scout frigates calling in.

"Ma'am, that things aiming! Looks like.... Come on sensors.... One of the supers."

"Defender! The big one's moving, we're scanning it for any high power buildup now!" Arcus looked down, gritting her teeth.

"Are you kidding..... Ah kark me! Captain Hal'a, get Keros' Kad and Eshan Blade aiming for anything that might be that things main weapon. I want to at least slow her down. Everyone else, target the escort star destrotyers! Sorgan, fire heavy proton torpedoes around our flak and into the enemy fleet. We hold the line to the planet. They want to crack it, they have to get through us. Tal'onidir." Kranak noticed this, making the A.I. quickly opening up.

"I thought you didn't get Mandalorians?"

"I don't, but I understand a line in the sand." Soon, Defender, Concordia, her sister ship Nog, and the Anti'la-class cruisers would open long range fire with their particle cannons, hyper particle cannons, and heavy rail guns. The fleet wanted to make sure of one thing. The storm that Vaux had warned about, they didn't want it to just be caused by the Maw. At the same time the Sorgan would find guidance solutions for her many launch tubes, sending out a flurry of heavy proton torpedoes around the immense flak cloud created by the defensive fleets batteries. They were aimed throughout the Maw fleets in hopes of some breaking through any enemy defenses.

Meanwhile, the pair of Skira-class star destroyers would turn to point forward, and aim all their long range batteries at the Avatar of War, hoping to hit something, anything, important to aim. Hopefully it would do something, but more hyperspace signatures would soon dot multiple scanner networks, and be relayed to the ships of the fleet. More Maw forces had arrived. This.... This wouldn't be easy.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

• All manned fighters and heavy strike craft push towards Tu'teggacha 's forces.
• Angry Vaux is angry.
• Tionas-class FACs follow the fighters in, and begin fighting.
• Most long-range batteries focus on the star destroyers of Tu'teggacha 's forces.
• Keros' Kad and the Skira-class Eshan Blade focus long-range batteries on slowing down the Avatar of War.
• Ships detect new vessels leaving hyperspace.

Liram Angellus Vemric Keldra Isla Draellix-Kobitana Aximand Sicarus Akûz the Ravager Tu'teggacha VADM Tarsa Doon Tren Chaar Mylo Thorne Aldo Garrick Aculia Voland Romul Saxon Qellene Tyliame Albrecht F. Herlock Caarlyle Rausgeber Juno - 11/0571 Laertia Io Marlon Sularen

 

[Shakka Bralor]

Location:Avatar of War
Allies: Fenn Stag | Runi Kuryida | Kaz Krayt | Gwyneira Vizsla | Vulcan Krayt | Sergeant Omen | Varik Awaud | Romul Saxon
Enemies: Marlon Sularen | Derix Tirall | Kralmus Orr | The Amalgam
Equipment:Equipment In Bio
Song:The pod was cramped beyond belief for Shakka her size notwithstanding the present she had packed for the Maw was taking up additional room. As such she was standing braced in the midst of the pod. The bomb in question stayed firmly strapped into the seat she would have been in instead.

The Si’kayha with her in the pod were silent; they all knew the mission as well as she. <”Five Kilometers to target.”> a droid voice intoned with that Shakka’s foot began to clank a steady rhythm against the deck. Then she began to chant.

Oya'cye
Kyr'am
Mare'cye
Darasuum
Oya! Oya!

Soon the whole of the pod was chanting with her. Sixteen Si’kayha voices fill the pod such that even as the droid voice called <”Brace for impact.”> it could not be heard. A moment later the interior of the pod Jolted with the impact of the pod against the Avatar of War in unison the warriors of the pod rose from their crash seats weapons ready. As soon as the pod ripped them a new door the warriors poured forth from the pod like demons from ancient tales the few Mawite warriors garrisoning the small guard post they had apparently slammed into didn’t live long.

”Let’s get a move on people I want us linked up with the main body as quickly as possible. The surprise won’t last forever and we have objectives to secure while the Maw is still getting in gear.”
She thumbed her comlink and reported in their successful arrival to the main body.

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[Dagon Kaze]

SHATTERPOINT
THE GREAT ERROR FINALE
Issue #5 w/ Corin Trenor Ryv Jem Fossk Darth Solipsis

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The sun hung eclipsed by the spiraling energies of the force storm ravaging both heaven and earth. War machines labored the death of hundreds with the abhorrent sound of each shell tearing the ground apart. Each climb upon the ancient stone staircases of Akar Kesh leading the way up to the Temple of Balance bore more and more the tortured image of Tython. Its pristine gardens, lands of rolling hills and forests now lie bare and brown. The blasted earth with a greasy shine under the bloated sun's pale rays has become the background of this restless, gloomy world torn asunder by the forces of life and death.

Death.

Once its concept invigorated his spirit; hanging on the rooftops of skyscrapers a hundred meters above ground, barely escaping the decapitating slash of a Sith, the scorching sensation of flesh burnt by saber or blaster. It had made him feel alive more than ever. But now... now death seemed an inevitability, a mandate even, and a liberation from his own past mistakes and errors. The notion vividly reminded him of the last letter he'd received from Ryv ; its contents still wrenched his guts and squeezed his throat. They had been parting words, words he'd never imagined he'd read. A flicker of childish hope still faintly burned in his heart that one day, one day they would all return to those uncomplicated days before the Stygian War.

But as if their grimdark fortune was not enough, a sickening sounded off from above as the Great Tho Yor ripped through the skies above followed by its siblings. The energies convulsed like the bodies of cultists and troopers littering the spire and the Force shrieked in insurmountable pain as Solipsis' foul hand gripped at its purity. Dagon had heard or rather felt this only once before — Korriban; when the Dark Lord molded the very fabrics of reality to his will. But what was then mere whispers were now cries.

They were no longer fighting a war between the duality of Light and Dark.

This was a war for the existence of life.

"We're--" he groaned as a Sith's elbow struck his abdomen before the Jedi repulsed with the Force knocking him out in a nearby wall, "--running out of time." the Knight called out at his apprentice, ushering him to hurry. Corin had barely made it out alive on Teta, plunged to certain death by his former padawan Jem. This was the last place he should've been usually, but nothing was usual about this. They needed every living, breathing sentient in the galaxy to prevent the universe's apocalypse. It was the Jedi's oath that decreed them to spearhead this duty, this service to protect the galaxy from all evil.

"Where we're going--" he dismembered the arm of a cultist, snapped arteries painting his face with blood, "--there's no turning back." he admitted solemnly in between heaving breaths. Being fully transparent and upright was the last thing he could offer the black-haired padawan. His own past reservations, he believed, had been part of the catalyst which had led to Jem's corruption. Somewhere above, atop Akar Kesh, he could feel her presence permeating the ethereal; the gnawing claws of corruption blackening her mind and soul. And yet, veiled in the deepest depths of his heart, a fleeting ember -- much like that childish naivety hoping of a return to the untroubled past -- flailed against the storms of what was inevitable, of what was the truth.

"Not much left." Dagon remarked as they punched through the final strides leading up to the top of Akar Kesh.

Razor winds whipping his face greeted the Jedi's arrival at the Temple of Balance. Its ancient pillars of stone, tall and strong as to ground the balance of the universe, stood blackened by the foul powers emanating from the conduit of darkness that was the Dark Lord. The sight of his closest retinue sent a shiver of despair down his spine; he knew Jem was here but again, nothing ever seemed capable of preparing him to face the reality of her fall.

This was it.

His blade rose up into the familiar stance of Ataru as his voice echoed the strength of a Jedi's oath.
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"Your reign of terror ends here, Solipsis."​

Faith must remain unshaken.

Even in the face of armageddon.

 

[Runi Kuryida]

THE END IS THE BEGINNING

:: Aboard the Avatar of War​

Runi's hand remain on the skin of the pod as it shot through space. The Shaman didn't have need of her eyes or her tongue to engage those physically around her. Her senses extended beyond one tiny pod in the empty void filled only with the light and hunger of countless souls that sought to annihilate one another. A soft...prayer was given for those slain on the approach. It was an honorable death, if not the one every Mandalorian sought in battle. Casualties approaching an entrenched enemy position were difficult to avoid; that they'd come despite the chance of being killed before seeing their foe's face brought them honor. Those that remained would see their sacrifice was not in vain.

The droid's voice had the Speaker withdraw her hand from the wall and allowed their physical existence fade back into view. Soon they would confront the enemy, and the warriors of the Enclave would prove their mettle to the galaxy. As was their birthright.

She bolted through the opening made by the pod into the interior of the vessel with the rest; there wasn't enough room to stand around, and no one was going to be left behind cornered in such a confining space. Both hands soon reached over her shoulders to draw the long, wooden blades from her back after she'd set foot on enemy ground.

The avian helm turned toward Romul as the man directed her to use her magic in defense of the warriors. Later she would have a word with the man about the form of address he'd used. Yes, most people of the galaxy would call her a witch, but Romul Saxon was not most people. Shaman were not Witches. Rather, the Mandokarla preferred to make that distinction to avoid people needlessly believing them like certain other groups -- like the Nightsisters. Not that Runi had anything against the women of Dathomir, but they were not Mandalorian and were a bit too like the Jedi and Sith in how they used their magics.

Runi gave Romul a nod of understanding to refrain from agreeing outright. There was little honor or glory to be found if a 'Witch' went around shielding everyone from danger. A warrior needed to engage in battle on their own merits. Nonetheless, she was there because the enemy was not so honorable, and they possessed abilities that would prevent a Mandalorian from testing their true strength. Too many were content to make battle one of convenience -- an impersonal affair with faceless, long-ranged weaponry and explosives. The Shaman would ensure her people had their chance.

After they began to move at speed toward the hanger bay Romul had chosen for a rally point, thick doors scattered throughout the hallways began to descend. Runi frowned within her helmet at the sight. This was not Sith trickery, but she suspected it was another cowardly tactic designed to slow or destroy the intruding, Mandalorian forces.

Both swords held in one hand, Runi extended her free hand toward the massive door as it slid down ahead of them. Her lips thinned as the world resisted being bent in this manner, but the Manda was the world itself; it could sustain all things for those able to touch it directly. A loud squeal of a resisting motor and the scraping of metal followed as she resisted the bulkhead being lowered. She made no comment about the need to hurry as it should have been obvious being sealed in to any area would impede the mission.

One breath after another, they'd hurry to duck upon the mass of metal or biomass. As they tail of their particular group drew near, Runi released the hold and let the descent resume. But to what end? The Shaman looked at the door and wondered why this one. Why that area. Why weren't other doors ahead also sealing if they meant to impede their advance? To keep them from arriving at the hanger bay? Possible, but not devious enough. Not when the intruders wore helmets.

"Vod, vacuum seals," the Speaker snapped as her sword flipped back out into her free hand and both were stabbed down into the vessel's deck. A wave of Force energy pulsed outward to take hold of those that had yet to pass the threshold of the falling or fallen doorways. Not everyone might have been fast enough to escape the quarantined sections. Those, she had an obligation to save. To resist the explosive decompression the enemy would use to try and thin their number.

The sockets of her helmet lifted toward Romul, "Get them to the Hanger. I will join you soon." The suddenness of the need had required immediate action. It would take a moment to etch the holding glyph, but their entire company need not stand there waiting. The Mandalorians would need their General to pivot toward the real strike on this enemy stronghold.

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:: Allied: Romul Saxon | Fenn Stag | Shakka Bralor | Kaz Krayt | Gwyneira Vizsla | Vulcan Krayt | Sergeant Omen | Varik Awaud
:: Opposition: Kralmus Orr | Marlon Sularen | Derix Tirall

Spoiler: Actions

Force pull/bubble we'll call a Force Anchor to help Mandos in decompressed areas keep their feet. Maybe some air, but recommended to cut through or find a way to safety soon.

 

[Laoth]

Equipment: Laoth's Cybernetic Body
Post Tags: Ishida Ashina | Bernard of Arca
Location: Tython​

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"Master, this way!"

His movement was sluggish. No, stumbling. No again, it was trepidatious. No! a third time, it was all of those things. All of them as he walked through the dark-blue lit halls of the construct that would dare to attempt to call itself his prison. A beautiful prison, to be sure. Dangerously so. Cobbled stone and smooth stone polished and reinforced to the point of being practical metal created a chequered formation of the interior's ceiling and walls, while sconces and braziers of blue Force-flame torches adorned each rectangular segment of five-by-five divisions. The floors were equally divided, though they resembled black and dark-blue ceramic tiles plastered with an overlay of half-translucent mirrored steel. Slicked with the blood of the dead that adorned it as the torches adorned the walls, it was almost impossible to walk on without nearly slipping in some fashion. The primary doorways and companion entrances were uniquely formed, however, being triangular in the shape of spearheads with thick mechanical frames that slid both halves of the door in and out of the walls with steaming hisses. Modernized antiquity.

Despite the beauty of this Jedi place, he would have screamed at it if his breaths were not shallow and his voice was not dryer than the deserts of Tatooine. His lungs - biomechanical in nature, of course - burned with the effort to operate against the accursed substance filling his body, charring the interior semblances of flesh that remained of his torso. He would have listened for the weak points in its structure if his hearing was not dulled to the point of partial deafness. How he could collapse this place as he had done to the skyscraper on Empress Teta. He would have sniffed out the strongest stench of the Light to snuff out and drain for power if his scent amplifiers were not shut down and perhaps permanently broken. Perhaps he could have absorbed its lifeforce to reinvigorate himself, or drained their blood to flush out the tl'k infesting his bio-veins like mites. He would have done all these things had the bastards not weakened him with parlor tricks and quackish medicine intent on tying him down like a vegetable. Laoth was hampered. Injured. Useless.

Well, partially useless. Despite their efforts, the bastards who had operated on him had forgotten to take away the two things that could keep him alive most. The two things that could keep him moving no matter what they tried to take away from him, or succeeded in taking away from him. Despite it all, he could still see, and he could still feel.

He could feel the blood-slicked tiled floor under his metal feet; the cold gusts of poisonous air rushing to meet him. He could still gaze upon and despise the wounds that covered him at all angles, each counted within individual categories. Twenty-three scalpel incisions and twelve needle injections, weeping silver-based black ooze and the remnants of the blue liquid. These were the workings of quacks and torturers operating under the guise of some noble profession. But, he could also feel that too much…too much of his ichor had been spilled. Far too much for him to heal from without some form of sorcery. Sorcery. He slowly grew to understand that such a thing was nearly if not completely impossible to accomplish here. Could he even escape the damned place? Or would he fall like those who came to rescue him at the beckoning of some woman? Would he live or be forgotten and lost? He could only ask himself these questions as he struggled to maintain his balance with each step. He stopped suddenly as his anger of it collided like a hammer against his synthetic heart. Forcing him to slump against a wall to his right. Chilled stone brushed what skin remained outside the sarcophagus of his cybernetics.

"So…much…rage," he growled as his very thoughts escaped him verbally. If not for the skill of those who remade him, he was sure that his wrath would have burst him apart at the seams and left him as a limbless chunk of deathly-pale meat. A sludge of black-blooded bile threaded with blue lurched from his throat and spilled to the floor from his mouth.

Onnis Ve stood close by and held his lightsaber in the rare defensive position of Djem So. He was a brutish thing, a living bulwark nearly as tall as Laoth himself and somehow even more muscular than the Devaronian was in his organic form. For twenty minutes, he had protected his master despite the laws of the Sith demanding that he cut the wounded beast down like an injured farm animal. Why? Who had ordered him to do this? "Master, we must keep moving," he informed his lord, briefly casting a gaze at the sick on the polished stone. "We must find you a weapon before...before this place crushes us under its weight."

Laoth only heard the important bits, enough to surmise that, as he had been for these twenty minutes, Onnis Ve was right. Laoth needed a weapon to fight with, and not one of those clumsy lightsabers the wardens seemed proficient with. Too quick, too nimble, too childish compared to the weight of a tried-and-true metallic blade in hand. Perhaps then he could operate at some efficiency above that of a drug-addled rat. So, he resumed moving and followed his apprentice through the hallways that seemed to never end. How deep were they? Onnis Ve had said they were far into the prison, but this seemed ridiculous. And if the warpings of the mind were indeed true, then could he even be sure the Iktochi knew where he was going?

His answer would have to wait as damnation came upon them once more. Onnis Ve was called to defend his lord with as much vigor as he could muster in these times. A cacophony of shouts resounded behind the pair and armored and robed shapes appeared from the shadows of the blue light. Onnis moved first, spinning on his heels and shoving his master aside with a hard effort, unknowingly sending him through a spear-shaped doorway that slid open and shut as he tumbled onto his back. He could not stop himself as he subsequently rolled down a short flight of stairs that crunched and cracked under the hard weight of his metallic platings. The landing was hard and awkward as he found himself left in an angle impossible for organic beings.

"Gikx do," he swore in his mother tongue, rolling along the floor to right himself up. Above, the clash of lightsabers crashed and boomed through the door, which occasionally opened as bodies passed by it in a frenzy of blue, green, and red light. Onnis Ve was still fighting, outnumbered clearly, but fighting. Laoth nodded as he struggled to his feet, moaning and gasping with the effort that seemed to be growing more and more tedious to accomplish than easier. "Time to fight...sorry, Sen..." he resigned to himself, preparing to climb the staircase and do whatever possible to ensure Onnis Ve was not slain by numbers.

This is not what would happen. Instead, he felt pricked by an urge to turn around and continue on the path at the base of the stairs. One stretch of dark stone ended in a single open archway, the room on the other side brightly lit with blue-white light. He tried to ignore the urge but moved without volition towards it, one arm wrapped around his whirring waist while the other hung limply in the air. Step, step, step, step through the darkness, drawn by the white-blue light of the room awaiting him.

He reached the archway and stopped, his breaths sharp, stabbing, bleeding. Blood, rivers of it, continued to leak from his wounds and between his teeth. Death would greet him soon if he did not fight like he had been commanded to do. Laoth walked through the archway, and the light died away from its vibrancy into a dull grey centered on a table in the middle of the room that had no visible walls. Laoth reached the table. Sleek, thin silver was its construct, supported by four lance-shaped legs piercing the very stone ground it stood upon. But he cared not for that. What he cared for was the weapon on top of it. Hooked, serrated, and so painfully sharp by the eyes alone that it could possibly cut an energy shield open like flesh. There was no hesitation in his grasping of its hilt and the sadistic ghost of a grin formed itself on his fleshless face.

 

[Kal]

Outskirts of Kaleth Temple, Tython
Running interference against the Maw.
Ishani Dinn​

As men and women, youths and veterans died in droves in the name of conflicting ideologies, Kal drifted invisibly across the battlefield. All the while, he continued to pluck at the strings of fate - a young man in a GADF uniform tripped, saving him from a blaster bolt, while a grizzled veteran became aware of a marauder sneaking up behind him.

A dozen other confrontations played out without his aid, for he could only do so much.

In the distance, heavier-than-ordinary munitions were briefly audible through the din.

<Have you now? You found Arcturus, did you not?> He knew the answer to the latter, of course, but the former had been genuinely surprising. He did not know why she wanted to see him - and he did not like not knowing.

 

[Vesta]

Location	Akar Kesh, Tython
Enemies	Tython Defense | Galactic Alliance | Silver Jedi Order | New Imperial Order | Mandalorian Enclave | Eternal Empire | Allyson Locke , Keiran Varn
Allies	Brotherhood of the Maw | Darth Solipsis , Kyrel Ren , Khamul Kryze , Jem Fossk , Aradia Pavanos
Equipment	Lightsaber & The Hunger

The two had only just reunited and were already preparing to split off, though that was according to the plan that had been worked out before hand in Mori's head. She took the spear from the girl, nullification resin wrappings falling away from its haft as she turned towards the path she had came down from. "That, Aradia, is the beginning of the end." She answered, glancing up towards the sky with an expression somewhere between a scowl and concern. "I have to head back, I am.. needed.. for the ritual going on up there." Mori added, turning her head to look back over her shoulder for a moment and make sure her apprentice was keeping up the pace. This wasn't something she wanted her apprentice to see, however, though it didn't seem like she'd have a choice.

"We're going to split up, show me what you've learned by keeping anyone you can from reaching the top and keep them from interrupting me."

She paused, slowing down for a minute or two, and then sighed. "I asked you yesterday if you would be angry with me if I let the unfortunate happen." Mori said, rather matter-of-factly, as if she was about to admit to something. "For my peace of mind keep an eye on the sky, when the time comes you'll understand - get off the planet the moment it does." She nodded her head off to the side, increasing the pace at which she was walking again.

"See you on the other side."

 

[Fen]

Atop the hill…

Senses fully awake, Ryan felt a blaster bolt before it arrived, the Force giving him precognition beyond even the Iktochi. He moved his head to the right and the bolt whinged past and Ryan felt a flash of heat at its passing.

Then the Sith Lord came upon him and lightning crackled outward in seeking tendrils.

Battle was periods of utter boredom interspersed with moments of kinetic panic and pain. Adrenaline pounded through Ryan even as he let the Force flow around him, centering him.

A shoto hung from his belt. He could reach it with his off-hand, but he did not. Instead he held up his bare palm and caught the lightning. His hand glowed red and he could see the outlines of his bones as he utilized the technique of tutaminis to absorb the lightning and then release it back in a torrent of his own, though these were the emerald green forks of electric judgment.

It had been thirty years since they had last met. And Korr was no longer a newly minted master.

On the other side of Darth Carnifex , Koda Fett unleashed his wrist mounted flamethrower on the Sith. Some of the flames soared past the Sith and licked at the hem of Ryan’s robe, setting the cloth to smolder.

Around them waged a war, full of sound and fury.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

<Yes, but—he’s not the reason why I wanted to see you.>

The last time she had called upon Kal, she had wanted something from him. The Shadow had refused her. At the time, she had thought only of herself, seeing his stubbornness as an act of cruelty inflicted upon her. Now she knew he had kept his silence out of loyalty to their mutual friend, who didn’t want to be found then.

<I wanted to apologize for my behavior towards you,> she continued, chopping and stabbing her way through the Mawite horde. <I’ve been rude and uncharitable from the very beginning. I was wrong to treat you like a, uh, a thing. As opposed to a… a person with thoughts and feelings.>

Shadows were people, right? Sort of? A little bit?

Kal​

 

[Erion Justeene]

Location: The Mountain - Tython
Objective: Find Thomas and then locate Temple
Equipment: Lightsaber, Voidsaber, SHT-26 "Bedevil" Heavy War Bike
Allies: BOTM
Enemies: GA
Engaging: Thomas Barran | Silas Westgard (soon!) | Ronar

<"You made quite the noise and impression, and yes it was intense, then the Wraiths arrived. Nothing that we couldn't handle at the end."> Superious replied, noting with genuine amusement at how eccentric Thomas was.

Most of the Sith he was with were stuffy, or at least uninteresting. There was only so much talking he could take before he began to tune it out and focus on other less Sithly things, usually leavened breadstuffs. Superious realised with faint humility that he was not one to talk as he comes from a very eccentric family, his brother steals tableware, flatpacks and anything that took his fancy.

He was also acutely aware of what has been happening in the Force, how can he ignore the huge nexus of hundreds of Force Sensitives swirling around on Tython battling it out on a very large scale. It made his brain tingle and not in a good way, no signature was at all familiar. He couldn't sense Rebirth either

Refusing to focus on that he shook Thomas's hand, making their introduction official despite the increasing scream of missiles and gunfire. There has been a while since then and the fact Thomas's force signature had been tugging at him even before Tython. But now they have met and Thomas was right someone was pushing them so their paths shall cross. The Human's proposal piqued his interest, the proposal was very simple, join the Scar Hounds. Seeing what they can do, the Ubese was very tempted to do just that

Fight as one wave of carnage and discord. But before Superious could respond, he sensed a new presence, someone quite unfamiliar, the screams of engines signalled the person's arrival. So with that, his answer had to wait as Ronar introduced himself. Eagerness to fight clear as day. The Ubese was not a Blood Hound, but he knew Thomas was, after all the first time they met was in a middle of a ritual. Superious also found himself impressed by Ronar's sword, can't go wrong with a sword.

<"Stand up, stand up. The Blood Hound is over there."> Superious snaps with his usual irritation, pointing towards Thomas,

That same pull tugged at him dully from within again, the Force driving an instinct to head to the Temple. But he still needed to give his fellow Mawite his answer and respond to Ronar. Judging by the steady drone of millions of blasters, Sabers and swords doubling their noise levels, the fighting was beginning to creep closer and closer. Superious cannot ignore the pull to fight the Light anymore and needed to get to the Temple Ruins. So he had to leave Thomas up here now, but when everything is done, he will be back.

<"Thomas, once the battle is won and the Maw is Truiphant, I'll give you my answer to your proposal, but for now, I need to be somewhere else, with the utmost urgency."> Getting on his War Bike he set off towards the Temple Ruins, not caring who got in his way.

 

[Arlo Renard]

A field on Tython
Tags: Surea Amani Serys

<AMANI COULDN'T YOU WAIT FOR ME TO MOVE?>

If thoughts could shout, Kai would be yelling into the Mirialan’s brain as he narrowly rolled out of the way of her lightsaber pike. He’d wasted precious seconds trying to reload his pistols and almost got skewered.

But hey, it looked like they were using melee weapons. Kai dropped his guns and pulled out his lightsaber, slashing downward at Surea. Two against one bullet hole-riddled walking patient zero was pretty good odds, right?

… Wait, could he get sick from this? Uh oh.

 

[Kel Se'Taav]

Tags: Aerarii Tithe | Adhira Chandra | Eryk Thaxton | Ingrid L’lerim | Baron Reinhardt Ström | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Anneliese

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

”A superweapon?” Kel thought to himself as the Mandalorian representative Alea Varad, better known as the Quartermaster, reported her warriors’ discovery.

The very thought of this ’Avatar of War’ sent a cold chill down the senator’s spine.

”So the Maw hope to out-gun what they can’t outnumber…”

Kel listened intently as the Quartermaster continued with her briefing. She detailed what could potentially be a fatal flaw in the structure of the Avatar, one that a skilled squadron of Alliance starfighters could likely exploit.

History repeats itself, as they say; Centuries ago, a team of elite Bothan operatives stole the plans of the Empire’s Death Star, opening an opportunity to destroy the planet-killer in one fell swoop. Could such a feat be repeated against the Avatar of War?

A voice from the shadows rebutted the Mandalorian.

”… I would like to remind the representative from the Enclave that such a glaring weakness holds all the possibility of a trap, and I would implore them not be hasty,” said a man who Kel recognized to be Eryk Thaxton.

Senator Kel refrained from interjecting, trying to process the revelation; The docket he received aboard the Tempest had not contained any intelligence regarding a Death Star-like superweapon. Its existence was news to him, but there was little time to work through the shock and fear that weighed heavily on his mind. There was only time for action. Tactful action.

"I won’t speak on behalf of my fellow delegates, but I do believe it worthwhile to learn more of this weakness the Quartermaster has discovered,” Kel said, projecting his voice above the whispers and side conversations that had erupted.

"After all, this wouldn’t be the first time the Light Side prevailed from an overlooked technical flaw. Besides,” Kel went on, gesturing respectfully to Alea, "as a Bothan, I know fully the sacrifices it takes to collect such a monumental piece of intelligence.”

He looked to Eryk, who had resumed his position behind Chancellor Tithe. Kel ruminated on the other man’s suspicions, seeing the merit in his apprehension.

"Agent Thaxton, do we have any further intelligence to support your concerns?” the senator asked.

 

[Rika Hiro]

Rika Hiro|SIA Compnor|Mountains of Madness
A S C E N S I O N
Tags: Don Belkora Darth Ptolemis

"You ever tried sneaking up on a Sith sorcerer, kid? them lot can sense you a mile off with that bullcrap magic; there's a time and place for being subtle Hiro and a time and place for being overt."- Don Belkora

She didn't consider that part, making mouthing 'oh' silently before hanging back in resignation and awkwardness. Rika mainly had dealt with the Mawite of the undead variety, not ones capable of shapeshifting and force magic that could raze an entire city, let alone one mountain. Belkora always had that demeanour, a demeanour that screamed aloofness and indifference to the situation. She didn't know how he could be like that, but then she never had clearance to read his dossier and case folder. Dons Belkora's tattoos and scars spoke a louder story to her, one that betrayed the Tetan man's real origins before all of this.

"So you've snuck up on a sorcerer before?" she snorted, shooting back and allowing herself a little moment of satisfaction before quickly reverting to a blank demeanour when she realised Belkora would not entertain her snarky remarks.

-ETA FIFTEEN MINUTES-

The pilot's voice rang out over the comms, the transport rattling as it began to make lower altitude towards the foundation of the mountains below. They couldn't afford to drop right on top of Ptolemis, not like that; it was a prime means of getting the ship destroyed and shot down. ​

 

[KV-6000]

Location: Primary Weapon Station, Bridge - The Ablution
Weapons: Triple “LRBBeam” Super-Heavy Beam Cannons
Call Sign: Delta Two
Allies: BotM ( Onrai Marlon Sularen Derix Tirall Tu'teggacha Akûz the Ravager )
Enemies: GA ( Juno - 11/0571 Tren Chaar Qellene Tyliame Artemis Toth Mylo Thorne ) │ HI ( Maple Harte ) │ Elysium Empire ( Aculia Voland Keatoch ) │ ME ( Verin Oldo Vemric Keldra Romul Saxon ) │ AC ( Isla Draellix-Kobitana ) │ SJC ( Vaux Gred Liram Angellus ) │ NIO ( Caarlyle Rausgeber Albrecht F. Herlock VADM Tarsa Doon ) │ EE ( Aximand Sicarus Mith'akis'ormo )
Direct Engagement: Open

At first, everything about the Ablution had felt foreign.

More than the fact that it wasn’t home, which for her was the Eternal Rule, it was also the ethereal presence inside the ship that possessed virtually every function, down to even the most mundane processes. KV-6000 felt the Onrai every time she plugged into the Ablution’s networks via her neural interface, during which the entity would greet her with a psychosomatic embrace, the equivalent of patting her head. It was a far cry from the Tsudakyr she had gotten used to on the Eternal Rule. And yet, KV-6000 found that the entity’s motherly aspect was beginning to grow on her, to the point that this time…

She welcomed it.

Taking her station on the bridge, KV-6000 locked the plug into the port on the back of her neck, tapping at the console as she rebooted and calibrated its systems. By then, the Ablution was translating back to realspace. However, before she could begin anything else, KV-6000 set her enhanced mind to the task of sifting through the streams of data that flowed into her awareness, detailing everything from sensor information, status checks, and most importantly, the data feeding in from the trio of superheavy beam cannons under her command.

They represented a significant portion of the Ablution’s firepower, being the largest, most prominent of the many guns on the warship’s hull. In theory, a single blast was comparable to hundreds of turbolasers. However, handling the weapons was a technical challenge, demanding the utmost precision and concentration from the gunner, or else its capabilities might be wasted.

KV-6000 still had no idea as to why she had been chosen to wield it over so many others.

Even in her relatively obscure position in the weapons pit of the bridge, the strand-cast felt that everyone was watching her. Fearing that any hint of ineptitude or weakness, no matter how small, might be exposed to every crew member on board the Ablution, the strand-cast had trained religiously for the responsibility, spending virtually all of her precious time off-duty putting in extra hours in the simulators.

And yet still, she felt unprepared.

Nevertheless, where the strand-cast felt unfit, the trio of beam cannons under her command were quite the opposite.

“Battery Delta Two is active: all systems nominal and online.” She intoned, both in verbal ur-Kittât and via technopathic communication to the entity in command of the Ablution.

“Ready to receive firing missions, my Lady.”

Spoiler: Personal Equipment

• DS-101 “Venture” Multipurpose Protective Attire - Starfire-pattern
  
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Vilaz Munin]

A K A A N
TYTHON | AKAR KESH
Briika Munin
Dodhorn Harert

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Turbulence rocked his War Droid, the skies corrupted and twisted from the growing formation of Force Storms. More violent than natural winds and lightning. Dark sorcery from the Maw, and it was all originating from the pillar of Akar Kesh. He was ignorant of these storms as he was with most powers belonging to the Force, but what little knowledge he did know was how much damage this particular wrath could unleash to a world...even altering its reality. Such power that it put to shame any mechanical superweapons created by the hands of engineer.

With such peril in the skies, he still dared in his rush towards the pillar. No hesitation from his commitment, and he would simply accept his fate if he were to be blasted to oblivion from a ray of lightning.

He who dares wins...

Not only did he have to be concerned about the storms, but also any zealots and their fortifications. He would retaliate with concussion missiles fired from his basilisk aimed in different vectors with the intent of sabotaging those defenses. His fight did not belong to them, his ire was meant for somewhere else.

~ Come! I'm waiting for you, children, at the top of the temple! ~ she told them in Mando'a.

In his own tongue did this fiend mock him. A Mandalorian with the curse of the Force. It only proved his point of the damnation reeking from these barbarians. Vilaz was unfamiliar with this voice, though he would not hesitate driving his beskad through their armor and heart. He would rather drive it to the Sole Ruler of these wayward Mandalorians or the Dark Lord of the Sith.

<"I heard a voice, Bree. It came from the pillar."> Uncertain if he was the only one to hear it, or his wife also heard the same words from that voice.

The couple neared the pillar, his war droid screaming violently to announce their arrival. They weren't the only one's interested in this area as other demographics could be seen. His eyes then focused on a rather peculiar Mandalorian, armor with the color of a violent red.

<"That's her.">

 

[Vector Monk]

Jacen Nimdok

KALETH TEMPLE OUTSKIRTS
TYTHON​

"Nimdok!"

Vector whirled his cape around in horror. A girlish yelp escaped stunned lips. Monk's skin grew pallid and a vein throbbed near his temple. Final Dawn troopers raised their rifles to deal with the intruder. He raised one hand and they froze. Wiping beads of sweat from his brow with an exquisite silken handkerchief the agent regained his composure.

"How childish. As if you don't recognize your greatest academic rival," he scoffed, "I've waited a long time for this."

Rolling up his sleeves, Vector marched toward the archeologist with a predatory glare. He delicately tugged off a forearm length black glove and gripped it in one hand.

"I challenge you sir," the glove sailed toward Nimdok's cheek, "to a duel."

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T E R

Objective: Eliminate Target
Target: Dimitri Voltura

Tython.

The ancient birthplace of the Jedi, now torn asunder by the Sith. As Siv observed the carnage from his vantage point up on high, there was no emotion. No rage. No passion. Just a melancholy, an acceptance that this was the way things would be. Siv Dragr held no devotion towards the Jedi, so the destruction of one of their precious worlds meant little and less to The Mandalorian. Besides, his own home was already destroyed; what much more was there to lose?

Well, there was Kestri. There was the chance, the hope, for a new beginning. Not just for him, or for Clan Dragr, but for all the Mandalorian people. And if Darth Solipsis succeeded here in destroying the galaxy, then. . . then, that would all be gone to. So perhaps there was something worth fighting for after all.

The sound of a rumbling warpath caught Siv's attention. Now was not the time for contemplation. His target was closing in.

Siv knew very little of the Sith Dimitri Voltura, only the basic profile the Enclave had made of him after the Brotherhood's attack on Roon and what information he'd been able to glean from the Foundling Vulcan Krayt. He knew that the Energy Vampire was adept at draining the life force of others and that he was exceptionally dangerous. The latter was a given with any competent Sith. But Siv was equally dangerous, and his judgment was not blinded by rage and vengeance like it had been when he'd faced Carnifex.

"Time to go mobile," he muttered to himself as he stood from his crouched position in the mountainside northeast from Akar Kesh overlooking the valley below. It had been the perfect place to conceal himself as he waited for his prey to arrive; this hunt would require no chase. Voltura had already delivered himself to Siv's blade, and now all Siv had to do was execute the final blow. Taking a running start, he help from the rocky alcove into the open air below, beginning a roughly-controlled freefall.

Then his jetpack ignited, and he was flying. Flying past the hordes of Maw, Jedi, and Imperials. He only had one target. And there he was.

Siv's HUD had locked onto the biosignature of Voltura, though the flamboyant Sith wasn't exactly in hiding. Siv banked and rolled, before tucking into a steep dive. Using the bio signature, his helmet locked onto Voltura and a single anti-personnel rocket fired from his jetpack, streaking down to hit its target as Siv came to a semi-controlled landing half a dozen meters away. Worldlessly, he drew the vibrospear from his back and shifted into an offensive stance, the shaft of the spear telescoping out to full length in obvious challenge of the Sith.
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[Marlon Sularen]

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Showdown over Tython

FINAL DAWN
TYTHON , DEEP CORE

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WRAITH SQUADRON​
Commander : Overseer Traaval Pryce
Fleet Composition FDS Vengeance | [100|100] FDS Invincible | [100|100] FDS Leviathan | [100|100] Supremacy Mk-I Star Destroyers | [6/6] SSD-1 | [100|100] SSD-2 | [100|100] SSD-3 | [100|100] SSD-4 | [100|100] SSD-5 | [100|100] SSD-6 | [100|100] Tyrant-Class Star Destroyers | [5/5] TSD-8 | [100|100] TSD-9 | [100|100] TSD-10 | [100|100] TSD-11 | [100|100] TSD-12 | [100|100]
Starfighter Compliment TIE/fd Fighters | 100 Squadrons | 1200/1200 TIE/fd Interceptors | 50 Squadrons | 400/400 Chariot-II Missile Boats | 25 Squadrons | 200/200

"Exiting hyperspace in 3...2...1" the navigation officer said, just as the large Princeps Mark-II Heavy Battlecruiser known as the FDS Vengeance emerged from hyperspace followed by the rest of the notorious Final Dawn Naval Task Force known as Wraith Squadron. Having position themselves elsewhere in the Tython System, once the Grand Overseer had given the green light to spring the trap the fleet immediately conducted a micro-jump towards Tython making use of the gravity wells activated by the Pryde-Class Battlecarriers of Admiral Hamilton's fleet along with the gravity wells generated by the Elysium Empire's Carrier Group to precisely emerge out of hyperspace dropping right above the formation of the Carrier Battlegroup commanded by Aculia Voland.

Almost immediately, the warships of Wraith Squadron opened fire unleashing a deadly barrage of assault and advanced concussion missiles towards the small carriers of the Elysium Fleet at close range followed by a volley of heavy turbolaser fire as Starfighters would soon emerge from the hangars of the vessels of Wraith Squadron to launch their own attacks consisting of TIE Fighters, Interceptors and Chariot-II Missile Boats whose armament allowed entire squadrons of Chariots to outright wipe out entire enemy starfighter squadrons and warships with a single volley of missiles. With the Elysium Carrier Battlegroup having focused all it's starfighters on attacking Taskmaster Tu'teggacha's Strike Force Bogan, there would be little opposition for the one hundred and seventy five squadrons of Final Dawn Fighters and Missile Boats charging at the Elysium Battlegroup thus allowing them to strike a considerable blow towards the enemy fleet and deal a few quick losses for the Elysiums.

Overseer Traaval Pryce, the commander of the forces of Wraith Squadron recently deployed, watched as the carnage unfolded as the Final Dawn savagely descended upon the forces of the Elysium Empire. "Activate Shield disruptor projectors. Deprive them of their shields" the Overseer ordered as he stroked his chin. The Shield disruptor projectors were devices capable of weakening the shields of enemy warship with the effect being more effective the closer the target ship was to the vessel carrying the activated shield disruptor projector. Depending on the size and range of a target, these projectors could even outright nullify the shields of an enemy vessel leaving it vulnerable to deadly turbolaser and missile barrage make such a device incredibly effective when utilized by a larger vessel such as the Battlecruisers and Star Destroyers of the Final Dawn on a smaller ship such as the Pocket Carriers and Corvette-Carriers of the Elysium Empire.

With Wraith Squadron now engaging them directly at close range, it's starfighter complement bearing down on then, unleashing their deadly payloads in the process and the shield disruptor projectors of the warships of Wraith Squadron being dangerously utilized at close range which could potentially nullify their shields, the forces of the Elysium Empire's XIII Battlegroup stood little chance as they found themselves outmaneuvered and now outgunned. Soon, Pryce thought, the Elysium's Battlegroup would be wiped out and he would be free to find a new target, just as the Grand Overseer had intended.

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"Grand Overseer, Overseer Pryce and Wraith Squadron have arrived. They've begun to engage the forces of the Elysium Empire." an officer said, infoming Sularen of some of the latest arrivals. "Admiral Aldo Garrick and Warchief Akuz the Ravager have also arrived. Garrick has moved his forces to assist Taskmaster Tu'teggacha while Akuz has moved forth to confront the Naval Forces of the Mandalorian Enclave." another officer added. Sularen smiled. "Good. Everything is proceeding just as planned. Our Reserves have caught them off-guard as they charged towards the Fatalis and the Avatar of War and now they are completely cut-off from their starfighters. Their overconfidence will be their undoing and we shall be the ones to deliver the death blows." the Grand Overseer proclaimed. "Fire the Superlaser! Target the Ashlan's Might" Sularen ordered.

Soon enough, the Superlaser of the Avatar of War would be unleashed as a bright red flash would illuminate the battlefield eradicating anything that sood in it's path and headed straight towards a singular target, The Ashlan's Might, a Star Dreadnought and the Flagship of the Ashlan Crusade. While other Star Dreadnoughts have been targeted by the Avatar of War and survived, they had suffered heavy damage as a result with Korriban serving as a prime example where two Alliance Dreadnoughts, the Ouroboros and the Morai had suffered from extensive damage at the hands of the Avatar of War and now, Sularen would repeat this feat here at Tython, multiple times over targeting Dreadnought after Dreadnought until they were too weak to press forward and pose any significant threat to the Final Dawn/Mawite Warfleet.

"Grand Overseer, we have a new development. Or rather, two new developments." an officer explained once the Superlaser had finished it's firing sequence and had begun recharging. "Explain." Sularen responded. "Uh...well...apparently the Mandalorian Enclave has brought a boarding party onboard the Avatar of War and have landed near one of our hangars." the officer began. "and the second development?" Sularen asked. "Well House Io has arrived...with their own boarding party, and according to reports they've brought what seems to be nukes onboard." that was when Sularen raised an eyebrow. "Nukes? Are you serious?" Sularen asked. But before the officer could respond Sularen cut him off. "You know what, don't answer that. If they are in the Hangars right now they should have encountered opposition by now and most certainly are still in the process of unloading those nukes." Sularen said. "and what about the Mandalorians, Grand Overseer?" the officer asked in response. "Those Mandalorians aren't as crazy as House Io or atleast that's what i think, nevertheless we have elements of the Death's Hand and the Knot Vong onboard, they'll deal with the Mandalorians. The sooner we get rid of House Io the better, i don't want to waste my time on... distractions" Sularen said in response.

"Drop the Hangar's Force Field and let the vacuum of space suck those nukes back into the dark void of space. We're going to give House Io their bomb back" the Grand Overseer said with a malicious smile. The sooner he could deal with House Io the better, for they weren't really worth his time and were nothing more then an annoying thorn on the Maw's side rather then a credible threat like the Galactic Alliance or New Imperial Order.

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TASK FORCE SOLIPSIS​
Commander : Admiral Kaine Hamilton
Avatar of War & Escort Fleet The Avatar of War | [100|100] FDS Purifier | [100|100] FDS Despoiler | [100|077] FDS Eradicator | [100|100] Tyrant-Class Star Destroyers | [7/7] TSD-1 | [100|093] TSD-2 | [100|093] TSD-3 | [060|000] TSD-4 | [100|093] TSD-5 | [100|093] TSD-6 | [100|093] TSD-7 | [100|093]
Defensive Fighter Screen TIE/fd Fighters | 58 Squadrons | 640/696 TIE/fd Interceptors | 38 Squadrons | 269/304

Hamilton watched as the Silver Jedi Supercarriers unleashed yet another volley at his heavily damaged Tyrant Star Destroyer as it began to slowly succumb to the heavy firepower of the Silver Jedi Warships. "Sir, TSD-3 is reporting that they have lost their remaining shields and are under heavy fire from the Silver Jedi Warships." an officer stated. "It's most likely that they will not survive another volley from those Supercarriers." the officer finished. "Very well then. Have the Purifier and the Prydes fire all heavy long-range weaponry towards those Supercarriers. Show them the might of the Final Dawn." Hamilton said in response. "We're reporting various Silver Jedi Starfighter squadrons headed towards our positions, some headed towards the Avatar of War, others towards one of our Pryde-Class Battlecarriers and the rest headed straight for us."

"Deploy the rest of our Starfighters" Hamilton began. "...and reinforce our starfighter screen. Have them intercept all enemy starfighters and interceptors and prevent them from attacking our capital ships, especially the Prydes." the Admiral ordered. Keeping the Prydes intact was critical in winning the Battle as not only did they allow the Maw to summon reserve fleets to carry out various Thrawn Pincer attacks at different points, but it would also prevent the enemy from escaping especially if the enemy found themselves at a disadvantage. Thus when the Silver Jedi's Starfighters would charge towards Task Force Solipsis they would be met by the collective might of 98 Starfighter Squadrons acting as a defensive screen for the Task Force reducing their chances of a successful attack.

Then, suddenly the battlefield was illuminated by a bright red light which the Admiral saw was headed towards the Eternal Imperial Forces. The Avatar of War had opened fire having laid it's sights towards the Eternal Empire's Super Star Destroyer. Hopefully it would be destroyed in the process or at least severely damaged with such a blow potentially allowing the Brotherhood of the Maw to add more pressure on the enemy fleets despite being outnumbered, considering they had ignored the overall threat posed by the Avatar of War in favor of going after the Fatalis. The Commanders of the Tython Accords were incredibly stupid, Hamilton thought now having given the Mawite Superweapon the opportunity to strike against them while they were focused on the Maw's own Star Dreadnought. If they cound't correct their mistake in time perhaps this battle would be over very quickly and thus pave the way for a future Mawite Conquest of the Core Worlds.

As the Starfighters of the Final Dawn and the Silver Jedi would clash, some of the tactical officers onboard the Purifier began to notice some irregularities as some Starfighters punched through the defensive screen and approached the Final Dawn's Tyrant Star Destroyers. "Admiral. We've noticed something...irregular" one of the officers said. "Irregular? Explain." the Admiral said in response. "It seems that some of their pilots have ejected from their fighters and are boarding our some of our Star Destroyers. So far 3 of our Tyrants, TSD-5, TSD-4 and TSD-6 have reported that they've been boarded by these pilots" the Admiral raised an eyebrow. Enemy Pilots boarding his Tyrants, how crazy were these people. His Tyrants were crewed by thousands of personnel including a large amount of Sith Troopers, to board his Ships with just a few pilots was suicide. "What the estimate for the size of the total amount of pilots onboard our ships?" the Admiral asked. "Somewhere between one hundred to two hundred pilots." the officer said in response.

"One to two hundred pilots? To board three separate Star Destroyers guarded by thousands of Sith troopers? These people have to be out of their minds!" the Admiral proclaimed. "Do you have any orders sir?" the officer said. "Orders? Do i seriously have to give orders for such a small and insignificant issue? I'm certain the individual captains of each Tyrant should be able to deal with these pilots at ease. I the meantime continue applying pressure on those Supercarriers we need to prevent the loss of TSD-3" the Admirals finished. Whatever the Silver Jedi were trying to pull on his Fleet would not work and soon, just like the other fleets present, they would be eradicated, one-by-one.

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Spoiler: TL;DR

• Wraith Squadron under Overseer Traaval Pryce arrives at Tython executing a Thrawn Pincer against the Elysium Imperial Forces of Fleet Admiral Aculia Voland and proceeding to engage them at close range
  • All the Ships of Wraith Squadron fire an initial barrage of assault and concussion missiles followed by a volley of heavy turbolaser fire upon the Elysium Carrier Battlegroup
  • This is followed by the deployment of 175 Squadrons of Final Dawn Fighters and Missile Boats who also join the Star Destroyers and Battlecarriers in attacking the Pocket Carriers and Corvette-Carriers
  • The FDS Vengeance along with the Supremacy Star Destroyers and the Tyrant Star Destroyers activate their shield disruptor projectors which at close range could potentially nullify the shielding of the Pocket Carriers and Corvette-Carriers of the Elysium Imperial Battlegroup.
• The Avatar of War opens fire at the Ashlan Crusade's Flagship, the Ashlan's Might with the intention to destroy or atleast to severely damage or cripple the Star Dreadnought. After completing the firing sequence the Avatar of War begins recharging once more (Will take 5 more posts before it is fully recharged)
• Sularen is made aware of both the Enclave and House Io Boarding Parties within the Avatar of War, delegating the defense of the Avatar of War against the Enclave to elements of Death's Hand ( Kralmus Orr ) and the Khot Vong
  • In addition, Sularen has the shields of the hangar in which House Io is currently in, deactivated in order to have the vacuum of space suck both the forces of House Io, their boarding shuttles and the nukes back into space and towards House Io's fleet before arranging for the blast doors to close should his plan succeed.
• Task Force Solipsis continues to engage the Silver Jedi Naval Forces
  • The FDS Purifier and the two Pryde-Class Battlecarriers return fire on the SJO Supercarriers "Silver City" and "Celestial City" with their own long-range weaponry
  • The FDS Purifier and the Prydes deploy their compliment of starfighters to reinforce the fighter screen already set up in front of Task Force Solipsis in order to intercept the Silver Jedi Starfighters
  • TSD-3 losses it's remaining shields and begins to take heavy damage from the Silver Jedi Supercarrier's long-range weaponry while the FDS Despoiler is struck by attacking SJO Fighters and Bombers dealing considerable damage to it's Shields
  • Admiral Hamilton is made aware of the the SJO SCAR teams' attempt to board Task Force Solipsis (With 3 TSDs already boarded : TSD 4, TSD 5 and TSD 6) although he simply brushes it off confident that the individual commanders will be able to repel the boarding parties with their numerically superior complement of Sith Troopers onboard the TSDs

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Tags [BotM/Final Dawn] | Tu'teggacha | Aldo Garrick | Derix Tirall | Akûz the Ravager | Electra-12
Tags [NIO] | Albrecht F. Herlock | Caarlyle Rausgeber | VADM Tarsa Doon | Caoimhe Crannach
Tags [House Io] | Laertia Io
Tags [Tython Accords] | Aculia Voland | Ari Naldax | Artemis Toth | Aximand Sicarus | Mellifluous Magenta | Mith'akis'ormo | Mylo Thorne | Rex Valhoun | Tren Chaar | Vaux Gred | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Liram Angellus | Keatoch | Juno - 11/0571
Tags [Enclave] | Balt Vizsla | Romul Saxon | Vemric Keldra | Verin Oldo | Runi Kuryida | Varik Awaud ​

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[Tor’r Tal’Verda]

W O L F
Tor’r Tal’Verda | Death’s Hand
Avatar of War
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Tags: Kralmus Orr | Marlon Sularen | Derix Tirall | Romul Saxon | Fenn Stag | Vulcan Krayt | Gwyneira Vizsla | Runi Kuryida | Varik Awaud | Sergeant Omen

"Then vent the airlocks."

The Horned Wolf shook his head in disgust as he picked up the voice of his vod, what a shameful way to go. First, being blasted into oblivion whilst stuck in a tin can, then sent flying out into the void in whatever hole they could fit out of. There was no honor there, no warrior’s death, yet Mand’alor demanded results and Kralmus delivered. There was no debating that, his warrior-brother knew the art of survival and the thrill of the hunt.

There were few better killers in the galaxy.

He held his tongue, tactically this was their fortress to hold. The Dar’Manda were just waves crashing against the hard rock. They held control of the vessel and it’s defenses within. The enemy were outnumbered and outgunned, if they were anything like Tor’r.. they probably preferred it this way.

"They're headed for the hangars," Kralmus noted.

The Horned Wolf turned his gaze, subtly looking on in the direction of the nearest hangar bays. His right hand rose to his commlink built into his helmet, <“Jhor. I need a favor, don’t let the last kennel take off for the surface! I’m enroute now.”>

He turned his body and took off, beskar thudding loudly with each step as he accelerated into a full sprint. Once he arrived he’d hop into the last kennel-ferry meant for the surface of Tython, hearing the sounds of boots approached lowered himself in quietly.