Shot Down at Tatooine!

[Muad Dib]

Location: Tatooine
Dramatis Personnel: [member="Adenn Kyramud"] I [member="Darth Animus"] I [member="Formorta"] I [member="Riaane T'ribol"] I [member="Darth Doom Destroyer"] I [member="Scherezade deWinter"] I [member="Voph"] I [member="Zesiro"]

The two droids clambered over the dune, their photoreceptors tracking the forms of Muad and Zes'ika, their weapon systems on standby as they prepared to attack the father/daughter duo. Their programming was originally to be track/hunt/destroy. A wonderful outing that would be a training session for the woman. But as their sensors tracked across the plethora of individuals gathering their programming switched to standard.

They had been gifts to Muad, from his brother Derek, as sparring partners and guards. Though Muad needed no muscle to assist him. Yet they had come in handy for the two as they sojourned across Tatooine's desert. Now they were recording and transmitting the exchange the interaction to the ''Devil's Flame", Muad's shuttle currently docked on a Mos Eisley landing pad, which was then transmitted via holocom to Golbah City, Geonosis.

Their external speakers activated. "Citizens of the Jen'ari Empire. As members of a Nation outside and currently not affiliated with the Confederacy of Independent Systems you are encroaching upon CIS space and subject to their laws. As members of a Nation currently hostile to the Confederacy of Independent Systems you are to be detained and questioned to further be able to designate your classification for release, imprisonment, or termination. Non CIS military presence and hostile representation of foreign power is to be considered an act of war. The Jen'ari Empire has no authority in this sector of space and military presence is classified as hostile."

Miss held up his left hand silencing the pair as he slowly moved around the group to place Adenn at his back along with his krayt dragons. His eyes flickered at Zes'ika as she voiced her thoughts. A smile broadened as, from above, a shadow enveloped the group before a wave of air pressed down upon their shoulders. The afore mentioned Puff , the Magik Dragon, landed upon the dune he had walked down. It's multi hued scales shown an iridescent rainbow in it's reflection of the twin suns. Eyes stared at the beings waiting for it's master to command.

As Voph, Adenn, and Animus spoke, Muad listened. Intelligent conversation with thinly veiled threats that were additions to the two droids' announcements. His mind flickered through rebuttals, responses, and other lines of debate. Finally he sighed then grinned.

"Oh, feth it all. Bored now."

His right hand flashed down and pulled the protector from it's holster. Firing from the hospital he sent two distinct slugs flying at Darth Animus, an explosive rounds at his crotch and a fletchette round at his torso which exploded to send a dozen flechettes at the man's torso. Laughing now he dropped his left hand and the YVH droids opened fire in the dozen or so imperial soldiers surrounding the Jen'ari. Puff reared back on it's hindlegs and roared, force lightning erupting from it's maw directly for the Sith Lord Animus. Muad's left reached around and pulled the beskad from it's sheath.

The pilot lounging in the Devil's Flame nearly fell out of his seat at the visuals he was seeing, sending it as a priority message to all CIS along an encrypted channel, including the neighboring systems.

 

[grammaticus]

The sudden attack would have caught Animus by surprise if the individual in question had even slightly tried to mask his intention. As it was, the moment he spoke and reached for the weapons at his hip, Animus was already moving as well. The two lightsabers at his hip shot into his hands, though he had no intention of using them against the current foe. Would have been pointless. Instead, as the first round shot from the end of the barrel, Animus shot his hand down and tore it upwards. At his command, a wall of sand shot up from the ground, the explosive round being throw high into the air and the flechette rounds getting lost in the sudden storm. The storm also provided a temporary wall of cover between Animus, his Apprentice, and the former slave girl.

He jumped backwards in the next instant, landing in a guard position as he turned to face all those that might be against him. With a single flick of his wrists, Sith lightning shot down the crimson blades of his lightsabers. With a mere thought he could unleash the chained lightning in a wave that he could use as a projectile weapon. "So, the peaceful and benevolent Confederacy shows its true colors. Warmongers who strike first without provocation, and mad dogs that bark without control. It would seem a lesson must be taught." Turning to his Apprentice, Animus jerked his head to the side, ordering him to withdraw to the transport and Imperial squad well out of range.

Spoiler: Clarification

(The Imperial Soldiers and transport are not in this engagement, they are located a short distance away in a nearby valley range. Animus approached alone to this meeting and all my posts leading to now will back this up. Sorry for the confusion.)

[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Formorta"]
[member="Voph"]
@Others

 

[Mike V'Trechen]

Doom had gotten the signal, but before he left, he turned to [member="Riaane T'ribol"] and said, "My ride is here and I will give you a choice. Would you like to come with us and be my bodygaurd/helper and I will give you ANY weapon and show you the universe OR go with them?"

 

[Kyrinov]

Location: Landing in a Wasteland​

Allies: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Aitir Kor’sa"] | [member="Muad Dib"]​

Enemies: [member="Darth Animus"] | [member="Darth Doom Destroyer"]​

TBD: [member="Formorta"] | [member="Riaane T’ribol"]​

Wearing: Armor​

Wielding: Amnesia | Dirge | Twisted Fate​

He’d known why they were coming to the desert world before Scherezade invited him along.​

Mandragora stationed on Tatooine reported “undesirable Force Users” about, roaming the dunes and villages nearby. Being in close relation with the Witch section of the CIS as an Archivist, Kyrinov was a likely choice to bring along to investigate and, if need be, disperse these Force Users and document the findings afterward. Though the Knight was not exactly a librarian, he did strive towards any knowledge he could get his hands on. Despite his former affiliation with the Jen’ari Empire, there was still much to discover about the regime, especially as they were an enemy nation now.

The Scimitar which carried them to the surface of Tatooine was a generous size, large enough for him to meditate far from the others, in peace. He felt heavy, even without the metal of his armor weighing him down. His saber was attached to his right hip, the swords crossed over his back as he stood. The ship jolted to a landing among the sand and the endless clear blue sky.

He left the ship directly behind the one named Voph, half hearing his comment to the pilot to lock up the ship so it couldn’t be stolen. A warning for vigilance was declared and heeded far before it was expressed. His body was relaxed externally yet every sinew was posed for action should it be required of him.

Within his mind, the voice of Twisted Fate rang loud and clear as the party of four reached the gathering of people,

< Step on the glass. Staple your tongue. >

< Bury a friend, try to wake up. >

Location: Standing in a Wasteland​

Insults were carried in the dry wind.

Subtle threats tossed out as flattery.

Egos barking from across the sand sea at each other.

All of it begging to be taken a hair too far so one would have a reason to strike the other from the face of the galaxy. This, it seemed, was merely commonplace. The way that enemies bayed at each other until one boiled over and made an often fatal mistake. Among those in the gathering of both Jen’ari and Mandalorian, there was a lone figure which he recognized.

Darth Animus.

It had been far too long. The Order appeared to have crumbled so long ago yet there his former Master was, standing with feet sunk in malleable sand, the ever imposing figure which at one point stuck fear into his very core. But, he had grown so much since last seeing Animus. There was naught to fear of one who’d fallen from grace to be at the beck and call of a False Sith. The Epicanthix was under the impression that Animus was better than to stoop to such a level, but the desperate are oft left with little other option. Still, to have fallen so far from grace… He almost pitied the poor man.

The silence was to be broken, shattered as slugs were thrown towards Animus. Those were followed by other projectiles in rapid succession. The dragon roared, shaking and belittling the dunes around the group and likely the nearby village. From its mouth erupted lightning, a brilliantly lethal light show that raced for Animus. All of this occurred within mere seconds.

All of it dispelled just as effortlessly and efficiently, as was expected.

The obsidian sword called out for blood, for Kyrinov to strike and carve into the Sith Lord until there was nothing left of him or his companions. Oh, but he would not give into temptation. It would be pointless, a waste of energy, as well as uncalled for. Plus, it would only fuel Twisted Fate's desire for bloodshed and death.

Instead, Amnesia was drawn into a clenched left fist, his knuckles white as snow but filled with no semblance of innocence. Seething, bubbling malice creeped through him, coursing like hellfire through his veins. He raised a wide guard, ready to lay off any attack that may come his way.

< Bleed, they will. >

 

[Salis]

Salis sat crosslegged in her ship as she piloted it, silently, stealthily, towards the dessert planet. Paying no mind to the blockade thanks so much to the stealth systems of the Rogue Hunter she was used to. Of course, a focused scan could find it. But how likely was it that they would happen to be doing that at the time, not much. She grinned as she put on her mask and started her quick descent. She was told to assist, and assist she would. Of course, assistance meant trying to kill any threat at this moment. At least to her.

She caught glimpses of the people below and spoke up, to the only other thing that could listen being the astromech droid, "Open the door and let me out, then travel off a bit and lock down, stay cloaked. I'll call you when it's time to get out of here. People start to come for you and get back to me." she said quickly, the enthusiasm was building in her voice as the doors opened and she leapt out onto the ground, her hood held back but keeping her cloak on for now. She rather liked the way it looked, and the drama of dropping it when fighting. Course it'd get sandy here but whatever. She didn't pull out her weapon yet, as much as she wanted to, it looked like someone had already started to attack but she wanted to be sure her actions did cause any additional trouble...yet.

She had a two people in sight who she really wanted to mess around with. She knew quite well that while she might be skilled she was only recently a Knight. Average soldiers were like scraps but there were those here who were clearly either morons or had at least some skill to them. There was the man with the droids and a man who appeared to be holding a lightsaber were the ones most immediately on her mind. She considered the Mandalorian for a moment as well, they did have a record of designing their weapons and skills to deal with force sensitives after all.

But with a Sith Lord present she thought it wise to stick to obeying orders, "I don't suppose I'd be allowed to join?" she asked Darth Animus with a grin that was visible in-spite of the mask as her eyes quickly darted from enemy to enemy. She had one hand holding her weapon underneath her cloak ever so ready to get into action. She didn't care who these people were, or why it had turned into a fight. It was a fight and she might get to participate.


[member="Darth Doom Destroyer"]
[member="Darth Animus"]
@Maud Dib
[member="Adenn Kyramud"]
[member="Voph"]
[member="Zesiro"]
@Scherezade deWinter
@Rianna T'ribol
@Formota

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

When things tend to go south, they go south quickly; now was no exception to this rule. One moment there was a semi-peaceful grouping of people, the next it was a quick firefight. It happened quickly, and the start of it all was Adenns fellow Mandalorian. The man opened fire, and shortly after that his droids opened fire as well. All in all, it was a lot of shots headed towards the Darth; and he simply deflected it all with a sand wall. Adenn honestly couldn't say he was surprised, it was a Darth after all, those people didn't go down easily, but they did go down eventually.

However, this wasn't Adenns fight. Rather than join one side or the other, Adenn simply stood off to the side. He watched as another 2 people appeared. One with the Darth, and the other with the CIS. They all wanted a fight, and no doubt a fight they would get. However, Adenn spotted the girl, the escaped slave, she was still there. Adenn watched as the apprentice approached her, he believed that the apprentice offered her a chance to leave with him. While this no doubt would ensure her slavery once more, it wasn't Adenns business. The girl would choose her path.

Rather than say anything, Adenn stepped to the side. He distanced himself from everyone, his Krayt Dragons followed him. They loomed over everyone, glaring at the other parties there. They were growling low and menacingly, a sign that they could attack at a moments notice if things went badly; well, worse than they already were. Once far enough to the side, Adenn once more looked over all the parties there. He noted the CIS, so eager for battle, noted the Jen'Ari, how they were ready to defend themselves, but mainly it seemed they wanted to get out of there. Then Adenn looked at himself, in his mind at least, and noticed that he too was ready for a battle, however unconsciously. His hands were already at their weapons, just waiting to pull them from their holsters.

While Adenn shook himself out of his mindset, his hands didn't move. One never knows what could happen. Perhaps one of these fools would attack him, and he'd have to defend himself. He then looked at the slave girl. Once more, he extended his hand, in invitation to join him, and as a reminder to what he said. If she wanted to, she could go with him and he'd take her from this place, if she went with the sith, the same would happen, but perhaps with a different outcome. Then he spoke, specifically to her.
"Girl, do what you will. Either way, you shall leave this planet. Though what happens afterward will vary. I simply promise you this, I would take you from this place and free you to travel the galaxy at your will."

Then Adenn looked at the sith once more, and the rest of the group. He'd let them fight it out. This wasn't his fight, and he had more to lose here than to win in any way shape or form. Thus, once more beckoning, Adenn turned around without waiting for a reply. After that, Adenn did something hard for him. He began to walk away from the group, he walked away from the fight. It made him feel like a coward, even though in this fight, no matter what happened, it would just be a waste of time. So continuing, Adenn made his way, though a few steps in though, he turned to look back. There he saw Maud, still ready for a fight. He gave a light salute, tapping 2 fingers against his helmet and take them away. It was a sort of mock salute, but also one of thanks. With that, Adenn turned and kept walking. His 2 Krayt Dragons trailing few steps behind.

[member="Darth Doom Destroyer"] [member="Darth Animus"] @Voph @Zesiro @Scherezade deWinter [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Riaane T'ribol"]

 

[Formorta]

Location: 2 clicks out from engagement zone
Allies:[member="Kyrinov"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Voph"] @Scherezade deWinter
Opposition:[member="Salis"] [member="Darth Doom Destroyer"] [member="Darth Animus"]

No words were really able to describe the current situation, though considering what the Sith were capable of and usually like she shouldn't have been surprised. What was just a small group looking to make their way into the nearest town had soon devolved into quite the fire fight. With new CIS forces on the playing field distinct sides were drawn, three Sith against two Obsidian knights, or what ever the group went by. At this point Formorta could have easily joined the fray but that wasn't her, she was patient, an expert at waiting, no, now was not the time to join in, but that didn't mean she couldn't give support.

Looking through the scope once again she eyeballed the current player in the match, the Mando seemed to be bugging out, not willing to risk it all, smart. The unknown civi was probably taking cover now with such force people at play leaving Formorta with 3 very distinct targets to aim at. Out of all of them the Darth Animus was the strongest, the other two were a different story, perhaps their skill would be worth testing.

Moving her sights the sniper rifles cross hairs came over the women Sith, Formorta taking in a breath, holding it, waiting. Then suddenly she'd pull the trigger, a resounding crack coming from her anti-tank rifle, a large slug speeding through the air, aimed at equally pale haired Sith ([member="Salis"])

 

[Ettiene Kharne]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Inside the Scimitar-Class Star Courier[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt][member="Voph"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Kyrinov"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Muad Dib"][/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt][member="Darth Animus"] | [member="Darth Doom Destroyer"][/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]TBD: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt][member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Zesiro"] | [member="Formorta"] | @Riaane T’ribol[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Wearing: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Black Leatheris Shirt/Jacket w/ Hood (Norris Root Dye) | Black Leatheris Pants (Norris Root Dye) | Duraplast Bracer (left forearm) | Nirwos ([/SIZE]LINK[SIZE=12pt])[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Armament: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Wûzêansi ([/SIZE]LINK[SIZE=12pt]) | Single-bladed lightsaber[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]So much could be taken in before a situation ever came to be for the Force was a power tool to be harnessed and bent to the will of those strong enough. The zealot knew this and used it to meet his means whenever and wherever. If he commanded it, it would be done. That much was known of the volatile man the sat amongst the various members of the government he’d found himself a part of. Simply a spoke in the wheel of a plan he had been driving forward for more than a millennium now. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted downward. An aura seemed to emanate outward from his visage, dark and corrupt. Every increasing in the compact confines of the small vessel. For one such as the Miraluka aboard the ship, an intensely dark red hue would be able to be seen as it permeated from the Sith Lord’s body. A raging cocoon of force energy being pulled in and driven through the man. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]As the ramp descended, pistons and gears hissing and screaming before the metallic shrill of durasteel impacting against the scorched Tatooine ground, Abaddon remained seated. The others would leave, bantering about something he chose not to heed mind to, and he would remain, burying himself more deeply into the dark side of the Force. He wouldn’t say a word. He wouldn’t move a muscle. Not even as the howl of air jettisoning itself toward the freedom the outside word offered whipped at the tails of his jacket, allowing brief glimpses toward the hilt of a lightsaber that hung from either hip. Nirwos adorned his face, veiling the chiseled jawline and nose. The hood pulled over the crown of his head cast an eerie shadow which veiled the rest of his face. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]A moment would pass. And then another before the Morellian’s eyes would open to reveal the fiery red-orange orbs which pierced through the veil that blanketed the rest of his face. He crooked his fingers, the knuckles cracking and popping savagely as he did so before he rose toward his feet. An unseen smile cracked across his face from beneath Nirwos’ caress. He could feel the power that was the unfortunate souls they’d been sent here for. And he could taste the weakness in the air. The fear that purveyed here. Whether or not it came from those he’d been sent it for, it still hung heavily in the air. And then there were the beasts. Two of them, likely illegally attained. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Ah….so they sought to mask their weakness beneath the cloud of fear such monstrosities provoked. Smart. Foolish but smart. Abaddon would not deny them that, however, he’d been chosen. He knew this in his mind. He’d been chosen by the Force to save this galaxy from the weakness that sought to destroy it. He would not deny that. The weak had no place amongst the strong and would deliver the very cure toward the disease that plagued life itself. The Confederacy was simply the vassal he had chosen to expedite the delivery.[/SIZE]

 

[Aeron Tosh]

(OOC: TL;DR at bottom if you want to skip this.)

Aeron, took a long, deep sigh.

It feels like today has been so eventful. Aeron spent most of his time returning and capturing bounties. He's been to Nal Hatta, Corcucant, and Hoth, all in a single day.

Only after taking a few moments to relax in his pilot's chair, Aeron got a distress single. From... Tatootine.

Worse, it was very a sith member of the Jen'arii Empire. A group the young twi'lek bounty hunter only just recently joined.

Aeron figured this would be a good time to prove his worth to the empire, and show how effective he can be.

"J5, auto-pilot us to where the distress signal came from", Aeron barked at his piloting droid that he only uses when he's really tired.

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Approaching the planet, Aeron remembered that there was a group that had a tendency to shoot down anything in Tatootine's orbit for literally no reason. Aeron flipped on his ship's stealth technology before landing on the planet where the crash site seemed to happen.

Aeron saw the destroyed ship on the ground. His past self was telling him he should go down and loot the ship, but Aeron knew that wouldn't of been appropriate and the Sith could potentially tear his head off if he did that.

Aeron's attention drifted away from the crashed ship and noticed two krayt dragons in the distance, and what looked like a sith and a gunslinger fighting.

Aeron took back manuel control of his ship. He released stealth mode and touched down near the action.

He equipped his gear and walked off the board of his ramp. It wasn't just a sith. It was two sith. [member="Darth Doom Destroyer"] and [member="Darth Animus"]. He'd heard about them, but to see them in person was...... Underwhelming. Though he'd never say that to their face. Oh, and a girl who looks like a scavenger, most likely a slave or a former one, considering her species are usually slaves. The thought of turning her back in crossed Aeron's mind for a second, but he decided against it because if the girl was around Sith it's highly likely that she was already enslaved, or was about to be.

Aeron looked over at [member="Darth Animus"] and asked, "Do you need any help?"

(OOC: TL;DR - I'm a bounty hunter who works with the Jen'arii empire who got the distress signal and came down to help the sith. My character has a lot of stealth technology.)

 

[grammaticus]

Animus was silent as he turned to face the two newest arrivals, one a fellow Sith, and the other an ally of the Empire. He nodded to them both upon their requests to join the battle as he turned back to the battle at hand, though he was not still for long. He turned back to face the group of foes that stood before him, in particular the one who had directly attacked him. He paused then when he spotted [member="Kyrinov"], and a smile spread across his face. His former Apprentice had gone off and joined the Confederacy. He wish he could say he was surprised. He had always assumed he would end up in the Confederacy, though he just never had the interest to check. He had been dead to him for some time. Perhaps today was the day he would made that a reality.

"So, are we going to stand here all day? I do know how you all like to waste time."

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: Touching down near the gathering

Allies: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Kyrinov"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Aitir Kor'sa"] | [member="Muad Dib"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Animus"] | [member="Darth Doom Destroyer"]
TBD: [member="Formorta"] | [member="Riaane T'ribol"]

Wearing: Robes | Gauntlet | Ring
Wielding: Pact of the Covenant

Voph stepped forward, holding up a hand to signal Muad to stand down. "Hold your fire!" Voph turned his gaze back to the collection in front of him. "You are trespassing in Confederate territory. Your mere presence here is sufficient provocation to begin wars, whelp. I pity the traitor you call Emperor that he has not taught you such." Voph's brow furrowed. Anger seeped from him like a foul mist. "Do not speak as though you have been wronged. Your apprentice came to our lands. For what? As a spy? He deserves to die for his transgression."

The Force surged around him as the brilliant purple blade in his hand sprang to life. He brought his arm up to point the blade towards Animus. "I have dealt with your kind, whelp. You think yourselves untouchable. And for what? Because you sit in your halls and play Empire? Thinking that no one may challenge you because it is your birthright to rule the galaxy?" Voph paused. Perhaps they were intelligent enough to heed his warning. But they were Sith. Voph knew that his words rang hollow in their heads. "I will allow you the chance to pay your apprentice's debt. On the condition that he deliver a message. Another slight into our territory shall be met with force. And those who survive, I shall hunt to the ends of the galaxy. One. By. One. Till naught but ash and filth remain of you and your...'Empire...'"

 

[Salis]

A nod from [member="Darth Animus"] to join and her eyes lit up, her lightsaber emerged from her robe and activated, and as it did she sensed an attack. She slammed her feet against the ground and leaned throwing herself backwards as a bullet slipped across the edges of her cloak, "Oho hooo. Nice." she flicked her eyes in the direction it had come....nothing? That wasn't right. Fine, she didn't have to see them to bomb the crap out of them. "Somebody to take care of it seems."

She reached into her comm calling her ship, "Alright get back here, don't land just open up to let me in." the ship would arrive momentarily and as it would Salis would watch the direction it came from, lightsaber ignited at both ends, her other hand free to use the force as she only occasionally flicked her eyes towards the others. That one man ignited a purple lightsaber and said something about holding fire, to his people. And from there he was talking to Animus, Salis had been shot at and now she was retaliating she didn't have time to pay attention to threats right now.

When he ship arrived and opened she leapt into the air getting in and going straight to the cockpit as the doors closed. She got to the cockpit quickly activating the weapons systems and darting into the air further, keeping on the move, considering where exactly that hidden sniper could be. She did have limited ammo....then again they were missiles. She started humming. She'd just follow down the path the projectile took for a ways. She started blasting away with the laser cannons which, while much weaker against any kind of ship, would probably be plenty for a person. She really didn't care how unfair it was, they had tried to shoot her like a sniper. Strategically yeah that was a good idea but it took the fun out of it.

​Course they could just try and get out of the way by running off to the side, but Salis would definitely be watching for movement from her apparently invisible foe. She had to admit, that was pretty cool though. If she saw them, she'd definitely come down for them. If not she'd go back into cloaking and try to sense where they were, as long as it didn't take too long.
@Formota

 

[grammaticus]

Animus was silent for several seconds before deactivating his lightsabers. As he stared [member="Voph"], his anger evident from the purple flames escaping his armor. A single shot rang out in the distance, an action that led Animus to extending his hand to the side, a pillar of sand shooting into the air and absorbing the kinetic energy of the round [member="Formorta"] had fired, and a subsequent burst of Sith lightning that show from Animus' outstretched hand detonated it, showering the area in debris. He lowered his hand as he began to walk forward, his armor glowing in the blazing sun of Tatooine. He came to a rest two meters away from the Force User, his hands clenched in fists at his side as he turned to look at those arrayed against him, his mind working through the options. He could fight them all, and with the aid of the two newest arrivals, he could likely kill them. But that would achieve them nothing this day. There would be more, another fight to be had, and eventually they would be overwhelmed Victory would only be achieved through survival. He ached to respond to the petty and foolish words of the arrogant Force User, but his time would come later.

"The debt my Apprentice owes, what is it." Animus spoke quietly, his emotions held closely locked behind a wall of pure willpower as he resisted the urge to strike out at the one who had threatened his home. Threatened to kill his family and those he held close. He felt safe here, within the borders of his peoples territory. Should he ever meet Animus outside those borders, it would be a very different story.

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Tatooine
Dramatis Personnel: [member="Adenn Kyramud"] I [member="Darth Animus"] I [member="Formorta"] I [member="Riaane T'ribol"] I [member="Darth Doom Destroyer"] I [member="Scherezade deWinter"] I [member="Voph"] I [member="Zesiro"]

Animis and Voph began speaking about how to ease out od the violence of the situation. Power surged from the many force users as each stood upon the edge of action, yet their thoughts overruled their emotion in the moment. It appeared as both parties were willing to set aside current hostilities for a more level headed path.

Sad ...

Blue eyes glared as he holstered the pistol. This Confederate gave him an order to stand hold fire. Yet the man was unaware of the unanticipated manner in which the Mad Master operated with. Switching his beskad to his right hand he moved forward until he was a third point in the triangle of their bodies. A smile lit upon his face as he looked to Voph.

"I don't answer to you mate. I'm not your soldier, your pilot, your chauffeur, or you man servant. I do what I want, when I want. Best you remember that buddy."

Glowing eyes turned back to the Sith Lord Animus.

"As for you, terms of a cease fire are null and void. I want a good fight, but I'll settle for a decent warm-up and your blood on my blade."

A wink came with the end of his words as his sword came up in a horizontal strike at Animus' neck. The Force that was always a constant companion came flooding within as his body was infused with the power of the force, enhancing his speed and strength. A laugh escaped his lips as the two droids opened fire on the Jen'ari's companions, an unspoken mental nudge at Zes'ika to join the attack on the others.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Landing near where y'all are
Allies: [member="Voph"] | [member="Kyrinov"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Aitir Kor'sa"] | [member="Muad Dib"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Animus"] | [member="Darth Doom Destroyer"] |
TBD: [member="Formorta"] | [member="Riaane T'ribol"]
Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets

Glowing green eyes followed the exchanges as they happened, a bemused expression on the young woman's face. The Jen'ari knew they were the enemy; yet they had come here, not as a small group, and not in droplets, but as a large group, intent on working together. This was nothing short of an act of war if there ever was one. Any attempt to claim otherwise would clearly be born of either dangerous stupidity or mortal ignorance.

"Survival?" she purred at [member="Darth Animus"] prior to [member="Muad Dib"] 's attack on him, "You lost the invasion of the Sith Empire. You ran away from our mere presence on Copero. You call it survival, but all you know is how to run with your tail between your legs. The only one of you who was man enough to remain on Copero has seen the weakness of your leader and has joined us instead."

Looking over at [member="Voph"], she returned her gaze to Animus, "Were you dropped on your head as a child?" she asked with a blink, "repeatedly?"

But there was no time to squish more words in than that. Muad was shooting, other words were spoken, and Madalena let her dozen knives slide from her body and rose into the air, spreading in a fan around her, their pointy ends aimed at the enemy.

She motioned with her hands for all of them to come at her, and then gripped her lightsaber hilts, smiling at everyone.

The Sith was going to have her fun.

 

[grammaticus]

Animus didn't speak. He did not try and talk to them, nor did he try to warn anyone. The Confederates had made their intentions clear. The time for talk was over then. Animus did not immediately try and draw both of his lightsabers, such an action would have wasted time. Instead, his left hand shot down his his waist, drawing the saber there and igniting it while Animus pivoted in place, his armored right elbow shooting up, aided in speed and strength by the Force. He pushed the blade that would have tore into his neck up and out of the way, while shooting himself backwards, spinning in the action and slashing out with his drawn lightsaber at those nearest them, creating space for himself as he regrouped.

As he turned back to face those who were so intent on violence, he extended his right hand out, the other lightsaber there shooting into his hand and roaring to life. He looked back at his two companions briefly before turning back to face the three foes directly before him. Words were something that the Confederacy seemed to take for granted. They used them to get what they wanted, but they were just thinly veiled covers. They were children, always eager and looking for a fight. It did not surprise him, though it did annoy him. Few things could ever be done when you let children run a government.

With both blades raised, Animus began to march back towards his foes. Action would answer this day, and only the blood of his enemies would stain the sand of Tatooine this day. He did not say a word as lightning engulfed his two blades, and fire began to trail behind him. The time for talk had passed.

[member="Voph"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Salis"]
[member="Aeron Tosh"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

As Adenn walked away, he began to hear the sounds of battle. Lightsabers were activated, shots fired and other such noises. This all caused him to pause. What am I doing?! Thought Adenn to himself. He was a Mandalorian for Mandas sake! And Mandalorians don't walk away from fights. Especially with the CIS here. Along with that, the Darths range in Adenns head. under the protection of the Jen'Ari Empire. That meant the darth and his apprentice were part of the Jen'Ari. Since Adenn was also part of the Fel Empire, it meant that he was technically allied with them. Which meant he had to help defend them if they came under attack.

"GRAAH!" Shouted Adenn at the sky. Then he turned around. He wasn't that far from the fighting area, already he could see them. They were all ready for a fight, and most likely Maud had started it. So, with all that in mind, Adenn did something drastic.

"Aegis Eternum, come in. This is Adenn. Aim the two concussion missile launchers on these coordinates(where the fighting is happening). I want you to fire them on my command. Consequences be damned. This is a big screw you to them."
"Uh, yes sir. Right away Alor." Was the answer he received.

With that done, Adenn closed the comm line to his ship. Then, Adenn once more made his way towards the fighting. His Krayt Dragons were following him, ready to attack at a moments notice. It took even less time to get there than it took him to walk away. On the way there though, he unsafe-tied the westar 35 blaster pistols and the westar carbine on his lower back. He made sure that his jetpack was ready and then checked his wrist weapons. Everything was ready, so was Adenn. Thus, Adenn found himself on the edge of wher eeveryone was. Animus was already moving forward, Scherezade had floating knives around her, Maud had his beskad out and all the others were ready for a fight.

And then there was Adenn. He stood there, with a Krayt Dragon on either side of him. Adenn then unclipped his lightsaber, and pulled a westar from his holster. He looked over the scene in front of him and smirked behind his helmet. They were all ready for a fight, one that Adenn would now end preemptively. With that in mind, Adenn set his helmet volume to high. Then he aimed his blaster pistol and fired a shot in front of each of them. Then the 2 Krayt Dragons roared a challenge at all of them.
"You're all fools, I hope you know this. This fight could be avoided, though I dearly hope it continues. Then I can make things blow up, with you right in the middle."

Adenn let those words sink in before continuing.
"I'm a Mandalorian, and one of my motos is this. Never make a threat you can't keep. So, keep that in mind. You'll all stop this nonsensical debacle and leave peacefully or by Manda I will blow this area to kingdom come. Leave while you still can, and let the Darth and his ilk come with me. If you try to fight me though, I will ensure you will suffer painfully."

Spoiler

Note: This is me acting independently of the ME in all ways shapes and form. This is by no means through the ME, or sponsored.

[member="Darth Animus"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Muad Dib"] @Salis @Voph @Aeron Tosh [member="Aitir Kor'sa"] @Formorta @Kyrinov [member="Darth Doom Destroyer"] @anyone else I missed, sorry

 

[Helly Reyne]

The sound of construction with all of its rumbles and scrapes filled Helly’s room as she woke up. Her city was still undergoing its creation with the help of the architects who put forth own interests in the project. It was early morning, or at least Helly hoped that it was since she had just then woken up, and she started her day like most; immediately falling back asleep until she heard enough notifications from her phone to warrant her attention.

A ship had reportedly crash landed somewhere on the planet, something that happened with a somewhat alarming frequency. It was usually a criminal looking for refuge or a teenager trying and failing to look cool for their friends, nothing that she needed to concern herself with all that much.

But this seemed to be different. [member="Formorta"] had been dispatched to check on it already and information had shifted to lean more towards a dispute between the Jen’Ari and the CIS. On Tatooine, of all places...

Getting out of her admittedly luxurious bed, Helly slipped her feet into a pair of slippers and made her way out and through the hall outside to the balcony overlooking what progress had been made on her city. She took a seat on one of the chairs set up around a glass table and started dealing with all of the reports. There were Sith, apparently, but that was nothing new. Mandalorians, however, had her take a more serious approach.

“No,” she said to the chief of a settlement there on Tatooine over speaker, “the CIS didn’t set up any traps for other factions on Tatooine. The CIS would have to contact me first and they know by now I wouldn’t condone that on a planet under my jurisdiction. If they were shot down, then it was an independent act, maybe pirates. This isn’t going to turn into a battlefront on my watch.”

As the call ended, she leaned back and groaned only to ready up another call with another settlement leader. “Yes, it’s being handled. No, we’re not being invaded. No, sir, this is not Hartlite theatrics, this is the Jen’ari Empire in CIS space and I would appreciate if you took this more seriously rather than-“

The transmission ended abruptly and Helly took a deep breath so as not to lose her cool. Politics on a galactic scale was like a cake walk compared to politics among the Tatooine leaders. No wonder empires before her opted for a more totalitarian approach, they were impossible otherwise. Even still, that was what Helly knew she was getting into and it came as no surprise.

What were the Jen’ari doing in CIS space to begin with? And it couldn’t have been any other planet...

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: Touching down near the gathering


Allies: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Kyrinov"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Aitir Kor'sa"] | [member="Muad Dib"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Animus"] | [member="Darth Doom Destroyer"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"]
TBD: [member="Formorta"] | [member="Riaane T'ribol"]


Wearing: Robes | Gauntlet | Ring
Wielding: Pact of the Covenant

Voph stepped back, bringing his saber down to a ready stance. "Voph to Scion. Enemy presence detected on Tatooine. Scramble defenses." Voph's own saber began to glimmer with arcs of lightning as he channeled the excess Force through it. It raised beside his face as he stepped forward past Madalena. As much as he would enjoy slaughtering the pretender Sith before him, he had the security of the CIS borders to think about. Besides this, he was not alone. He heard the blaster shots from Adenn's pistol, but he did not heed them. If the Mandalorian wished to take sides, then he too would be dealt with. Voph, however, found himself wondering for a brief moment if anyone in this new galaxy thought before they acted.

He moved swiftly, almost abnormally so for a man of his size. His lightsaber flashed in the sun as three strikes were sent in quick succession towards [member="Darth Animus"] to test him. The first strike flew towards Animus's left temple, the second towards his right cheek. The third strike came towards the man's left leg, mere inches above his knee. Voph surged forward, calling upon the Force to bolster his speed and strength, seeking to drive Animus back through sheer force and will. The Void may not call them today, but Voph knew one thing for certain: He would drive the invaders from Confederate Territory.

 

[Mike V'Trechen]

(My name is being changed. I am using my new name.) Mike guessed that the slave is gone, so he decided to get to the ship. He was very exausted, but he was, at least, safe for now. Mike started to run to [member="Darth Animus"] 's ship.