Invasion STANDOFF | Bryn'adûl Invasion of SJC held Lexrul, Ruusan, Sev Tok & Shador

[Jairdain]

Location: In space above Sev Tok
Allies: SJC and their allies.
Enemies: Bryn'adul and their allies.
Objective: Protect

It wasn't the Force that called Jairdain to Sev Tok but the need. Having been on Yurb when the Bryn'Adul had attached that world, she had to be here. Luckily, she had just completed a meeting with Ecthelion when a broad distress call had come through. Maybe it was the same need and drive that took him there too. Perhaps it was just him being present. Either way, she traveled there with him and on his ship.

On the way there, she remembered that day on Yurb. The sheer destruction the Bryn'Adul had brought on the ground. Even the small area she had protected was damaged by their assault and she had to do everything in her power to stop them again. As this flashed through her mind, there would be no little bit of anger, horror, and sadness flow from her. She did not take any precautions to keep these emotions hidden. Anybody with any strong empathic sense might be able to pick up on them.

While they were en route, she had pulled him aside for a few moments to have something of a private conversation. During this, she had explained to him what her strength was and he had agreed to allow her a small area on his bridge for her purposes. Before they arrived, she had made sure the location was as secure as she could make it. Thankfully, she had long mastered Battle Meditation and could now perform it with the chaos going on around her. Of course, if she needed to actually move, then it might be a bit difficult to keep it going consistently.

Drawing in a few breaths and letting them out, she made herself comfortable on the chair he had provided for her. Feeling through the Force those she cared about near to her. Even if they were a Galaxy apart, her connection to them is what made the difference. Knowing when they arrived above Sev Tok, she drew in one final breath and settled herself deeper into that chair.

Falling into a light meditation, it did not take the Master long to start feeling the minds of the people involved in this battle. Even the alien minds of the Bryn'Adul and their companions. With her legs crossed on the chair, her hands rested on her lap and the Force reached out to each of them. Those on the opposing side, unless they had some sort of immunity or could block out anything related to mentality would hopefully feel their strength wane and their desire to keep going start to fade away. The Silver Jedi and their allies that had answered the plea of the message would feel stronger. Feel like they could take on the world and not fail as well as having the energy to continue. A sense of confidence should fill them and hopefully, they would all accept her aid.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

STANDOFF
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PHASE ONE
Location: Aboard the Epitaph
Allies: Sylok'Vanari | Hrajlmak'Natok | Galak | Kyrim Tenebris | Tathra Khaeus | Osam | Udomek Seker | Ostak Cl'mana | Sethrak | Quoron Ver'dum | Carask Uduun
Enemies: TBD
Stave | Cuirass

Drek'ma used his stave to rise, pushing himself to his feet. Towering above the others, as he held his stave close. His eyes scanned across the bridge as the Warlords were given their new tasks. As expected the Titan was reserving the Ultras for himself. Not entirely unlike how Drek'ma reserved the great Al-Hadad for himself. He understood the prideful possession. His attention was drawn to the battle beyond them, the endless miasma of fire being delivered to them, safelyt tucked away inside the confines of the Epitaph as the Kraemonen and Quilxyn fought for them. It disheartened him, but he understood that it was necessary.

The words from the Chieftain that followed, echoed his own sentiments. Those who stood alongside them had shown them new things, educated them in unexpected ways. Even he had been unsure of the introduction of the new species when Tathra had announced it, but it was the knowledge that he had been wrong before that let him keep an open mind. And now they were stronger than ever, and today they would prove it. Even if they were outnumbered, even if scans indicated the surface would be like ice for Baedurin. No matter what arduous tasks were set out before them, they would prevail as they always had.

That was only further ensured as the first risen was finally given the title he had long deserved. To make Osam a Warlord, it was something he had never imagined possible. But now it seemed like it was the only way forward that made sense. Five years ago it would not have been right, but the sheer will of the risen-sraelvun made it so. They were coming close to the planet now, the Concord's entire arsenal focusing on the Epitaph. He could feel the strain of the Quilxyn and the rapidly deteriorating escort crafts. They were cutting it close, too close.

Drek'ma turned to Ostak.

"See to the Shamans, Ostak. I will assist the Ashaka in keeping us in one piece."

With that, the Primarch took one of the elevators down to the shield core. As he entered the room, it felt as though the very air changed around them. It was dense, the concentration of the Ashaka felt as the Quilxyn cores worked to sustain the protection of the ship. The Primarch placed his hand on the shoulder of the Ashaka leading the defence, Sylok - lending his skill of beast mastery to the control of the Quilxyn.

"Remain strong, Ashaka. If we fail here we will be destroyed before we reach orbit!"

 

[First Sister]

Location: Absolution of Loste -> The Shadow Bride -> Anvil, Sev Tok
Allies: CIS ( Laertia Io Maple Harte ) │ SJC
Enemies: The Bryn'adûl

She remembered all of her firsts.

This would be her first time fighting the Bryn'adûl, just as she had fought Jedi for the first time on board the Prosperity over Ziost, a battle in which she had very nearly lost her life, only to narrowly escape by detonating the power core within the room, blood spilling from an open wound on her stomach as she did. Only a month after that, her first time fighting traitorous Sith had come on Trian, an encounter which was notable because it was where she had met her idol for the first time in person.

The Black Knight.

Few were granted the opportunity to meet their heroes and even fewer found the experiences to be beneficial. And yet, the Sister had done so twice, once in her Eternal Father, Darth Carnifex, and later on with the Black Knight, Darth Xiphos. Now, she trained under both, two masters, one of Light and one of Dark.

She wondered how long it would last.

Perhaps as long as the Third Imperial Civil War and the existence of the looming, omnicidal Bryn'adûl threat, both of which had been ever present realities in the short span of her life, since she emerged from her exowomb less than a year ago as one of thousands of strandcast Sith given life by her Eternal Father. In fulfilling his Eclipsing Mission, her work had taken her from Malsheem, to Ziost, Iessi, then Trian. All the while, it had never dawned on her that she had not fought those battles of her own free will, a stark contrast to what she was doing now, accompanying her idol to fight the Bryn'adûl of her own volition, with no subtle coercion or intensive brainwashing to motivate her decision.

There was comfort to be had in ignorance.

Within her quarters on board the Absolution of Loste, the Sister said her last prayers before battle, falling into the abyss of the Dark side as ur-Kittât spilled from her lips in a series of rhythmic chants. From there, she donned her armor in silence, emerging from her quarters with her helmet held against her hip and a grim, determined expression laid across her pale features.

Hours Later

The Sister watched in awe as the infamous Nuetralizers took off into the skies, bearing heavy weapons and large crates full of bio-energy rifles, to aid in the defense. For now, it seemed that the normally playful, joking dispositions she had seen the Nuetralizers display while fighting the Jedi and New Imperial Knights, were replaced by grim determination. It seemed even droids knew what was at stake, where the Jedi still waged crusades as trillions died to omnicidal monsters across Wild Space and now, along the edge of the Mid Rim.

Nevertheless, the Sister had come to their aid of her own volition, even if only to fight alongside her idol.

She wondered if she would come to regret it.

Spoiler: Loadout

• First Sister’s Sith Uniform
  • Undersuit
    • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Stealth Device
    • Stealth Field Generator
  • Alchemical Talisman(s)
    • Jin'Wodasir - Pins of Protection (2)
    • Talisman of Concentration
  • Left Gauntlet
    • LPD-52 Vibrant Miniaturized Bio-Energy Gun
  • Right Gauntlet
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • Utility Belt
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
    • Supernal Infusion
• Miniaturized Double-Bladed Spinning Lightsaber - Magenta Blade
• Whimsy Knife

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Deshet-class Heavy Carrier Midnight Darkest, leaving the City of Anvil
Allies: Liram Angellus Mig Gred Liedran Kathause
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus Galak

"Our sublight drive conduit blew out on our retreat from Sarka," reported Captain Tissah as he strode through the ship's corridors.

Gir glumly nodded as he kept pace with the quick-walking karkarodon captain, "They really thrashed us there. How are repairs?"

"We have a temporarily reroute in place, but it is not something I'd like to test in combat anytime soon..."

"Any other issues with your vessel?"

"Hull stress fractures throughout the port side. Nothing too significant yet, but I would again not want to push the Darkest into battle soon."

"Wars don't allow us choices sometimes," muttered the man, briefly stopping to watch a hatchling droid lead a bunch of its compatriots up a ventiliation shaft, "we just have to do the best with what we have."

"What's this all about?"

"Your ship may be damaged and not truly battleworthy, but we need to use it as an evacuation ferry if we cannot use it as a combat vessel. I'm sorry, the need out there is just too great. You know what happens to those that we leave behind."

Tissah's shark-shaped head slumped down, "That means putting off time at the drydock."

"Unfortunately, yes-"

Both of their comlinks chirped. The beady eyes of the karkarodon bore into him and the man could swore that he briefly caught the glimmer of a sharpened tooth. He found it unsettling, but not unexpected. He expects me to answer first since I'm the superior officer. He pressed his lips together before activating the comlink's stud.

"Admiral Quee speaking."

"Sir, outbound transmission from the planet. You and the captain should hear it."

"Patch it through."

"This is a general distress call from Lieutenant Thirdas Heavenshield of the Antarian Rangers, requesting urgent reinforcements to the Sev Tok system. We have confirmed reports of Bryn activity in the area -- I repeat, the Bryn'adûl are on their way. I say again, this is a general distress call to any and all forces in the vicinity -- we are under attack!"

Oh Sithspit...Gir turned his eyes onto the Karkarodon's, "Well, it looks like this discussion is going to have wait and your transport orders put on hold. Do you feel like we can take her into combat?"

"Not at peak efficiency," said the captain, "but there's still some fight in us left."

"You have fighters?"

The karkarodon nodded, "Some. We haven't received full replacements from our losses at Sarka though..."

"Scramble what you can, and let's get the Darkest into the air...let's get to the CIC..."

Seconds later, the glossy black hull of the Midnight Darkest rose into the air, its shape almost invisible against the backgdrop of the night sky except for a few running lights. As it rose up and angled itself upwards to intercept the incoming Bryn'adul forces, hundreds of tiny lights buzzed out of its size as the carrier fighters swarmed out of it like angry fireflies before jetting away to intercept any small craft that might emerge from the Bryn'adul warships above them.

Fleet

Spoiler

Deshet-class Heavy Carrier Midnight Darkest
-6 squadrons of Zephyr-class Droid Starfighters
-4 squadrons of Gale-class Heavy Starfighters in Armor-buster configuration
-4 squadrons of Cyclone II-class Bombers
-1 squadron of Prudence-class Assault Shuttles
-1 squadron of NovaLift-class Assault Dropships

Combat Summary

Spoiler

-Midnight Darkest starts to move out of city to intercept incoming Bryn'adul fleet
-Starfighters launched and placed on an intercept course to attack any incoming Bryn'adul small craft (Ra'maks, gunboats, Phredraks, etc).

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

PHASE I​

POST: II
LOCATION: Sev Tok atmosphere, the Epitaph, Infantry Bay
EQUIPMENT: Fireproof ceremonial Shaman robes
UNITS: TBD
ALLIES: THE BYRN | In vicinity of Galak / Hrajlmak'Natok / Osam / Primarch Drek'ma / Sethrak
ENEMIES: SJC & ALLIES | Open to engagement

The assembly of great Draelvasier leaders prepared for battle in front of Ostak.
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The Shaman-Overseer, having not been given an assignment by the Chieftain, stood about idly, probing his brain for a task to commit to. Realizing that none in the room had been assigned to oversee the deployment of the war beasts, Ostak turned to the Titan, ready to deliver his request. However, it was the Primarch who secured the initiative.

"See to the Shamans, Ostak. I will assist the Ashaka in keeping us in one piece."

"Yes, Primarch!" replied Ostak before following him into the elevator. Yet while the Primarch got out at the core of the vast Epitaph, Ostak stayed in the elevator, descending several floors further. When the elevator finally stopped and its doors opened, the Shaman-Overseer was in the lower levels of the infantry bay.

Awaiting him was a vast ovular chamber almost three kilometers in volume, filled with tens of thousands of prized Draelvasier beasts. Draeyde bats and Seekeers swarmed by the thousands in alcoves of artificial darkness, slowly but surely awakening under the influence of nearby Shamen. Rhivaks, Brumaks, and Obaliscs roamed the chamber, their large feet kicking up dust as they grew increasingly restless. Ten great Servitors lay coiled in a distant corner, their immense power laying dormant for the moment. Ostak took in the beasts and the hundreds of Shamen around them before speaking.

"Greetings, fellow Shamen." exclaimed Ostak, using his powers to amplify his voice until the entire chamber heard it. "I would like your attention for a brief moment."

The Shamen in the room all paused their tasks, turning to face the Beast Master.

"Before we fight, I must warn you that this battle will not be easy. We are outnumbered by a margin of nearly three to one, and our enemies are well-fortified behind large walls. If we are to succeed, then we will need one hundred percent commitment from every single one of you. If one of us falls behind, then their comrades will support them and in return be supported themselves when the time comes. We must remember our tenets, our grand cause for fighting. We are the living representatives of the Chieftain's will, our beasts tools to grant us immense flexibility on the battlefield. The Jedi mongrels and their pollution of the galaxy's bountiful planets with technological monstrosities represent the antithesis of our cherished morals, and they must be defeated in order to create a galaxy of the truly worthy. So, continue to assemble your beasts of war, and prepare for swift departure. In my authority as your commander, I will not tolerate anything less than complete victory."

The responding cry of approval was deafening. Even the beasts themselves rose up and stirred in greater numbers, egged on by their many masters. Even against superior numbers, the Shamen did not show an ounce of fear or hesitation. Their entire lives were centered around their great crusade of purification, one that no quantity of mongrels could ever extinguish.

The pride of the Shamen and their prized beasts were on the line, and they would not be outdone by any heathen army.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

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Post # 1
Location: The Epitaph, Shield Core Room.
Objective: Protect Them All
Enemies: Silver Jedi Concord | NJO | NIO | Any Others...
Allies: The Bryn'adûl, Ashaka Battlemasters (Hybrids), Primarch Drek'ma
Tags: Tathra Khaeus , Galak , Mig Gred | Liedran Kathause | Sethrak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Ostak Cl'mana | Kyrim Tenebris | Quoron Ver'dum | Thatzaer | Osam | Udomek Seker | Seer Kalanthir |

The rumble of the craft vibrated through the lower deck as snapping sounds formed into creaks. The Epitaph made way for the planet of Sev Tok. It was another incursion that The Bryn'adûl made possible after everything on Sarka. The Draelvasier inched closer and closer to the capital of the Jedi. Of course, it wasn't without loss, those deaths could not be in vain. In fact, many of the Drael that stood on the Epitaph knew this more than anyone. Through the countless amounts of those that died, the Bryn gained allies. Each respectfully tact in everything that they did, it was a new era. One that would continue forward, despite being forced to survive, to live, yet another day...hated. Still, it was war. Nothing in a million centuries would change the Violent nature of such complicated affairs. The irony of it all, was the fact that it was necessary for others to live. Something that certain beings thrived on, were born for. A different breed, a better species to wipe out the weak. A true savior to the galaxy, a threat that brought all colliding ideals together...it just so happened they already arrived, this magnificent creation was none other than the Draelvasier.

The shield core glowed with a bright golden sphere of energy, the Quilxyn ready for the task at hand. More so, twelve robed figures stood in a half circle, each staring into the cores central frame. One Aeravalin stepped forward, shorter than most of his kind. The only sound that came quickly after was a tiny, 'click.' The sound generated from the sudden grind of Sylok's teeth. The red and white robe had moved slowly across the floor before he came to a halt and lifted his hand. Sharp claw-like nails scraping against the verikast siding of the core containment cage. His hand curled around a latch, the immediate reaction forcing the handle downward in a simple effort to open the door. Then, before he turned to the others he grinned, it had already begun.

"All power to forward momentum and shields! Sylok! We are under heavy fire, you know what to do!"

The chieftain had already directed the Ashaka to fuel the shielding unit, the lower deck taking little damage as the supporting escorts took a few brash hits. Sylok thought they would have more time, his hood slipped backwards and the grey stormy eyes shifted to his best Ashaka Battlemaster, Vedkar.

"Begin!" Sylok commanded.

A twisting motion of Vedkar's wrist sent a burst of energy around the room, it would allow Sylok to proceed. A technique that would keep the Quilxyn trapped inside the room. With the hatch already open, Sylok swung the large encasement outward, tiny orbs floating in like bees rushing to honey. Shielding others with the force was one thing, but creating a shield with shields was another practice all together. The other ten Ashaka Mages quickly harnessed the force, a sudden spark of threads erupting within the shield core. Each Quilxyn were caught in the stream of pressure, each latching onto it and glowing brighter. They would be an extra conduit to provide the best protection possible for such a reckless attempt to make landfall.

"We'll lose a Kraemonen Escort, how much longer do you need!?" Yek Trell shouted, his frustration surmounting. He had helped in the process of making sure the Kraemonen were part of their covenant. It wounded him that even they were willing to die for such a cause. Still, a lost Kraemonen ship, meant less focus on keeping them alive too. Despite the expenditure, it was just enough.

"Silence! Focus on the Quilxyn, amplify your own powers with them. Listen to them, commune with them..." Sylok ushered, his mind clearing before the Epitaph was rocked by a starboard missile. Minimal damage was reported and a sudden sigh left the weaver. "Now..." Sylok whispered.

The Ashaka group gripped onto the Quilxyn, all twelve of them each successfully flooding the the small orbs with their own power. In return the Quilxyn followed their command. A stretching sheen of pure golden and red spread across the Epitaph, it would serve as a small layer of shielding against the Jedi's attempts to dismantle the Bryn's mothership. It wouldn't be enough for the two fleets standing at their door, if they were going to survive this, they needed to utilize two groups of the Quilxyn, disrupting the natural additives that the containment provided to the ship.

Sylok tugged on the force, his own orange based threads slowly turning into a bright golden layer as the Quilxyn landed upon his hand. Another amplification shuddered through the core inner walls. He hoped it would be enough, for now. Just as the thought struck him, he felt the presence of another, Primarch Drek'ma .

"Remain strong, Ashaka. If we fail here we will be destroyed before we reach orbit!"

Sylok would protect them, he would protect them all. Not for himself, but for General Keldothera . The Ashaka were far from done. ​

 

[Laertia Io]

"I have a bunch of rifles to pass to your militia. They are bio-organic but they're easy to use. We tested them on samples of captured Bryn'adul tissue and metals. I also brought Nuetralizers, and I've brought evacuation shuttles. Some of them can be spared to evacuate as many as possible, as well as a large, heavily armored and shielded evac cruiser. I have also acquired Void 007 Seismic Charges. Basically, I'm here to help defend the city." Xiphos explained to Thirdas Heavenshield and Beltran Rarr over the comlink.

She recognized Beltran's voice. So troubled when she met him. Not that she was one to talk.

"Beltran?" She said in quiet surprise.

"I'll take Tunnel Duty." Maple called out.

Xiphos was shaken from her reverie.

"Your militia needs these guns in their hands as soon as possible. My Warbots can be placed anywhere you deem necessary to maintain the best defense." Xiphos continued to explain. "Just tell us where."

Xiphos turned to Lyssa.

"You defend the shield generator."

"As you wish, Mother."

"Look, they are gonna be here soon, your militia needs these guns, Heavenshield. They need the most destructive weapons that can be fielded to even stand a chance."

One of the Model 2's opened a large crate, and presented one of the Bio-Blasters to a soldier guarding the tunnels.

It had three focusing prongs, and was clearly made entirely of flesh, yet shaped like a rifle.

"My droids will explain how to work it. We have to set up the most entrenched positions we can, and control the streets. The probability is high that giant worms will be deployed to destroy the ground beneath us, You'll need to be prepared to bombard any seismic activity with bunker busting weaponry, and my own research suggests they may have a vulnerability to sonic weaponry." But the hides are thick. Near impossibly so. My sons will also explain where to shoot specifically on the units this far encountered, as well as their tactics."

"With a smile. Always with a smile..." one of the Model 2's joked grimly. (I never asked for this: 007 hundred XP.)

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

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: Blades | Armor | Grenades (4x) | Spike Weapon

: Sev Tok atmosphere, the Epitaph, Infantry Bay, Behind Krarolk and his Squad

: Bryn'adul ~ Sylok'Vanari | Hrajlmak'Natok | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Tathra Khaeus | Osam | Udomek Seker | Ostak Cl'mana | Sethrak | Quoron Ver'dum | Carask Uduun | Krarolk T'manu

: TBD (Open to engagement)

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The cheers and war-cries of the various forces gathered in the Infantry bay were cacophonous, to say the very least. But to Kyrim it was expected, a sort of inside joke. He was one of the few who would not join in the cheering as to him there were better things for him to do.

The Zealot Shadow, the Emissary, stood off to the side behind the zealot elite squad commanded by Krarolk T'manu, his entire being obscured by shadows. His eyes watched the scenes in front of him, the stoic squad of elites, the revelry of battle-ready troops, and troops moving around to their assigned destinations. As it should be as it was.

His eyes shifted back towards the Zealot Elite with whom he was most concerned, noting the overall lack of emotion in the zealot's appearance. There was no bloodlust, no glint inside the eye, just a steeled visage that betrayed the zealot's purpose—Focus on the mission, nothing more and nothing less. Kyrim however was quite eager to follow through with his orders, which were to give support to the Zealot Elite Squad. And so he would.


Pulling the shadows around him closer until nothing more of him could be seen, Kyrim strode silently, masking both his steps and his presence through the Force. He chuckled in his thoughts, not daring to let a single movement of his lips create enough sound to give himself away, as the zealot elites were sure to pick up on it. Kyrim danced around a juggernaut squad passing directly across from him to their dropship, their larger steps giving him room to confidently walk, and with none of them the wiser that he had passed through their midst. To the juggernauts, it was just the breeze generated from their marching blowing through, not a shadow sidestepping diagonally through them. The only noticeable difference was that the breeze was cold, generated from the blades which the Emissary carried.

Ending his cloaked walk in front of the Major, he announced himself gleefully before dropping the cloak. Where nothing had stood before in front of the Major, now stood a zealot—Kyrim. Kyrim was a Blank, unreadable and unnoticeable. The perfect Shadow. The Emissary.

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[Cyprian Ichar]

Location: Anvil City
Objective: TBD
Allies: SJC
Opposition: Bryn'adul
With: Laertia Io , First Sister , Jairdain (mentally)
Directly Engaging: TBD
Equipment: Rozzum Bio-Armor Sheath, Gemini Ward (Shield), Soleil Cruel (Mace), Thresher Carbine, Viper Burst Pistol, Pyronium Nugget

Amid the columns of war droids exiting Laertia's barge, Cyprian and his small band of Balarac knights were easy to miss. Covered head to foot in gunmetal colored armor, they blended in well with the shiny droid sentinels, appearing little more than machines themselves. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice how their armor never jingled or creaked with movement, but rather silently shifted around them like a second skin. Every few steps it pulsed as it was breathing. Living armor, not unlike the Vonduun Skerr Kyrric of the Yuhzhan Vong, but its origins was out of this world - literally.

As the war droids began to split up to either enter the tunnels or take to the skies above Anvil, Cyprian separated from the units with his Balarac to approach Laertia to coordinate. Her relationship with the Silver Jedi, and Jedi in general had become...strained, to put it lightly, but as long as she showed up to fight the Bryn'adul, then the Lord Commander would honor their pact and follow her into battle.

When he appeared, she had began to unload her bioweapons to their allies. He had yet to use one of her organic weapons himself - he preferred his own monster-spewing bioguns against their fleshy foes - but from tests he had witnessed, he definitely wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of one.

He gave her a chance to go over her contributions to the battle and direct her forces before he piped up.

"Once we're settled inside the city, my people and I will be able to supplement your droid forces with our Rozzum summons...there is a weakness in the way the Bryn'adul coordinate their forces and warbeasts that can be exploited. Then they would be easy pickings for your Neutralizers and the resident defenders."

A Rozzum could seep into the minds of organics and wreck havoc with their minds. Not even one of the Bryn's mighty worm creatures were safe from such an attack.

"It will take our summoners some time to complete the process, but I'm confident they'll be ready by the time the Bryn'adul penetrate the city defenses."

It wasn't a mistake that he had said when instead of if. On land, there seemed to be little that could stop the progress of the Bryn assaults. He expected it would be little different than this time around, the Silvers now had a true dedicated Fortress to work with in this particular engagement. At very least it should slow them.

In the back of his mind, he felt a new presence brushing against him. It was like a tendril, and when he reached out to tug on that tendril, he felt it was one part of a greater web of interlinking minds, all leading to one source ( Jairdain ).

Battle Meditation.

The connection gave him a buzz, almost leaving him feeling giddy. It enhanced the sweet anticipation Cyprian had felt coming down to the Sev Tok. While some of his allies may have operated with a sense of dread or anxiety, the barbarian of Wild Space welcomed the challenge. He approached the Bryn'adul like another rival tribe to be eliminated. Either his people came out on top, or they were found lacking. There was nothing to fret about as long as the Balarac held nothing back.

<Thank you. I will not squander your gift> he communicated directly to the mentalist.

Spoiler

Beltran Rarr , Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: ANV Peagsus
Equipment: Imperial Mk. I "Dooku-Pattern", Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Aayla Shan , Liedran Kathause , Varn Barakis , Beltran Rarr , Jairdain , Varn Barakis

Jax crossed his arms as the squad assembled, he knew that the intercom was on and he sensed Jairdain unleashing Battle Mediation on every ally. Turning on the holoprojector, Jax saw Sev Tok about to be under attack by Bryn forces. The Epitaph and a few escort ships were charging directly into Concordian ships. Interesting enough they weren't firing but tanking the damage a bold move to say the least. If Jax had to guess, the Bryn were rushing towards the planets surface trying to drill using the Bryn flagship. The red dot was placed on the area of Sev Tok, the city of Anvil where Beltran Rarr and his squad were on the ground getting the first wave of the Bryn. Defending this city was vital because if Anvil falls, then it'll begin a chain reaction where they entire planet will be consumed by the Bryn.

His eyebrows formed into a frown, that will not happen not again, not like Charros IV this senseless slaughter must stop will stop now. Staring at the squad Jax sighed. How long has it been since he last slept? Probably not since Ingrid L'lerim showed him the Bryn and what they were capable of. All of Jax's thoughts, were focused on rescuing people, trying to mount an attack against these monsters. Jax remembered the refugees from Charros IV crying and holding on to each other. "It's okay I'm here for you." He recalled a person saying, the natives to the planet didn't say anything but their expressions were the same as Jax at one time: Lifeless looking as though they're staring at you but aren't. All the battles Jax has fought, there wasn't anything like the Bryn who were remorseless. At least there was a sense of honor with the Sith.

But it wasn't too late, the Galaxy can turn this around. The SJC can stand up to the Bryn if they lose this then there was nothing to stop the Bryn from taking over Kasyhykk. There was no more running it was time to fight. "After Charros IV," Jax began his voice echoing through the intercom. "The refugees going to Kashykk created a memorial for the millions who died in that battle. Their names are inscribed in the great tree located near the Silver Rest. The list was so long that the Wookies needed to use their airships to fly up and allow the refugees to finish it all. It was a way for the people to remember them to honor them because these Bryn took those poor souls away from them."

Jax closed his eyes. "Now every single one of you not in this room but in the Alliance fleet might be thinking that those people at Charros IV were the lucky ones. That they were spared the horror of seeing their world turned to glass and other planets afterwards. You see that Bryn fleet on the Holoprojector and it fills you with fear and doubt! A force so powerful that it makes Bryn look tame! At first glance you might be thinking it's time to run! No."

The Jedi placed his hand on the holoprojector. "It's time to fight," he said.

"I'll be honest with all of you," Jax continued. "I'm afraid too, it's not the Jedi way I know but fear is a natural emotion. What you do with fear is what matters. Fear only wins when it paralyzes you, consumes you and makes you doubt. But the best way to deal with fear is to acknowledge it, look it straight in the eye and tell fear: Go frack yourself you piece of chit. The best test of person's bravery is when they are confronted with fear."

"And now here we are near at Sev Tok: Outgunned on what seems to be a suicide mission. The Bryn are relentless, they are merciless and they are confident in their victory. You know what we should do? You know what our plan is: Go up to the Bryn and tell them to go frack themselves you pieces of chit because we will stand up to you, you will not glass our planets any longer! We will not be cowed!"

Jax frowned. "Don't fight for ideals, don't fight for the Alliance, don't fight for glory because you will not get it!" He shouted. "This is your galaxy that the Bryn means to destroy! And if they win, they have free reign to conquer the planets that are filled of your families, your friends and your loved ones whom the Bryn will gladly kill and enslave. Fight for them, fight for the right to live"

The Jedi sighed. "We will live on, we will endure," Jax continued. "And we will win!"

 

[Aayla Shan]

ALLIES​

Varn Barakis Liedran Kathause Beltran Rarr Jairdain Jax Thio Laertia Io

ENEMIES​

Bryn'Adul elements

EQUIPMENT​

1x Standard Lightsaber, blue Kyber Crystal (handpicked on Ilum)
1x HoloLink XJ9 (Second Generation)
1x Witchblade Red & Black handle, Purple Kyber crystal
1x Utility Belt
5x Ration Packs
1x Rebreather


The holoprojector flicked on in the room, causing Aayla to squint lightly against the luminescence. Observing the Bryn'Adul ship barreling to the planet, she immediately noted it was firing no weapons. It was however so heavily shielded that said shielding was visible to the naked eye out of taking a hit. She as well could figure enough what was happening there. Blitzkrieg. They wanted to make landfall, and then Force knows what...

She just sighed, pulling the Witchblade from her back so she could relax in the chair moving to sit in between her legs, both hands held onto it as Jax began to speak. She maintained silence for a while, closing her eyes and listening to him... To hear him say he was afraid caused her to snap her eyes to him. Still she hadn't spoken a word, there was a burning focus emanating from every fiber of her body... Not just... No, it wasn't coming from her.

She noticed it then, her every fiber was alight to what Jax felt. It wasn't just her, she felt it was everyone... As if something was causing her to gain some form of heroic resolve; while she didn't know what it was yet, she did not deny the feeling that washed over her so strongly in the Force. She welcomed it; feeling a certain honor from Jax's words that caused her to sit upright briefly; nodding as he came to a close.

There was nothing to say, only actions to take from here own out.

Liedran Kathause 's voice was heard over the comms, telling them they had ten minutes to get dropship ready, and she got to her feet immediately, not waiting for direction to adopt her usual speedy gait through the Pegasus. Tapping that Witchblade lightly on the ground, Aayla would slot it on the custom sheath at her back, what was nervousness in the last battle, her first battle had melted into a very strange resolve. She had felt it before, towards the end of the battle on Charros IV, but going into this one with it felt different.

It felt as though she was expected to do something by the Force itself, and although she didn't know what... She would acquiesce.

"All of them..." she mumbled to herself, moving to sit on that dropship. Moving to sit in the corner by one of the auto-doors. When everyone joined them, she would regard Jax with a nod; figuring it might be the last time she had to tell him.

"If you ever get tired of being a Jedi, Jax... You should be a politician" she said off-handedly holding onto one of the dropships straps as they got ready to take off.

 

[Gordrak]

Phase One


Location: Aboard the Epitaph


Allies: Bryn'adul


Enemies: Everyone




The Chieftain had spoken. Where the other bryn cheered or roared however, Gordrak remained silent. The time for cheering and comradery had long since passed him by. Nar Kreeta had taught Gordrak a lesson that countless other bloodbaths had failed to impose upon him. All he was, all he existed to do, was see the Chieftains savage will enforced at any cost. Brimming with rage, Gordrak turned back to the task of arming himself. Having been elevated to the rank of Ultra, Gordrak had acquired new tools to ravage the many enemies of the Bryn'adul. Around him moved his fellow Ultras whom also went about arming and preparing themselves. They were the very best of the Juggernauts and they all answered to only one being: The Chieftain. Each was a veteran of countless battles and an extremely proficient combatant. Gordrak had felt something akin to pride upon being elevated to their ranks. He was younger and, though he had seen his fair share of fighting, had seen and done less than many of them. Gordrak had conquered his reservations and doubts however. He would see his duty done no matter the cost.




Rising, Gordrak pushed past his fellow Ultras and made way for the bridge. As he went, Gordrak took note of the newer additions to Bryn'adul. He hadn't had much of an opinion on their addition honestly. In the end, they were nothing more to Gordrak than additional meat for the proverbial grinder. They would fight and die for the Chieftain and the Bryn'adul as they should. As he walked, Gordrak took note of several notable Bryn going about their business. He had served with and bled alongside most of them at least once. They were like him. They were survivors still fighting the long war. I wonder what they would make of this. As soon as the thought worms its way into Gordraks mind, he snarls. They were dead. It didn't matter. None of it mattered anymore to anyone. Gordrak did what he always did in situations like this, he banished the thought with every fibre of his being. Were he in combat he might harness the anger and hate it brought but this was neither the time nor the place. No, he needed to make it groundside before any of that became relevant.




Gordrak stepped onto the bridge now, his steady stride bringing him before Tathra Khaeus quickly. Without hesitation, Gordrak knelt and lowered his gaze. He brought his fist to his chest, and spoke. " Your warriors ready themselves, Chieftain. They will be ready when called upon. "

 

[Dagon Kaze]

NEW JEDI ORDER | GALACTIC ALLIANCE | EN-ROUTE TO SEV TOK
as the end is drawing near, standing proud, I won't give in to fear

A few star systems away,
aboard a heavily modified freighter

The stars on the viewport stretched into thin, rushing lines and he drifted to what was to come when they reverted back into real-space. A hundred 'what ifs' flashed through his troubled mind, a hundred scenarios of the outcome of battle, repeated and rehashed a thousand times in his head, all converged to one cold truth - if they cracked at Sev Tok, then Ruusan - home - was gone. The memory of home, of the Kaze's blissful homestead, had for all his life, since departing from Ruusan to the New Jedi on Coruscant, served as a light in the dark, as an anchor against the chaos. He could not fathom the possibility of its destruction.

But now that prospect hung grim over him; its razor tendrils clutching at his heart seeping dread and...anger.

He would rather die than face that reality.

“We’re not far from Sev Tok. Whaddya say, up for a seafood dinner tonight?” Yula flashed him a toothy grin and squeezed his shoulder, imparting the same measure of care as he had to her at their first meeting.

Dagon scoffed, and for a moment Yula's tender touch seemed to vanquish the fear, before he brushed her hand away and shook his head. Her presence here conjured another crippling fear, a deja vu of the events from Ossus.

"Not the time for jokes, Yula." he replied sharply, daggers in his eyes as he looked at her. Dagon had served on the frontlines against the Sith, faced his fallen brother, betrayed the trust of his comrades and lost his loved one on Ossus. Another failure, another loss wouldn't break him - it would shatter him. No matter how much they pushed against the dark, it always seemed to return ten-fold. For every inch of ground taken by the forces of Light, the agents of the Dark seemed to claim back a mile.

His fists tightened to the point his knuckles shone white, "You saw the telemetry - they've encroached this deep into the Concord. Should they gain a foothold at Sev Tok then Kashyyyk is surely next."

"And last time the Silvers broke, the Sith set a foot on the Mid Rim and--" death and ruin, a galaxy lost to chaos, "-- we cannot, we must not, allow that to happen again."

ALLIES | GA | NJO | SJC | Yula Perl
ENEMIES | BRYN'ADUL | PICKLE, IM COMING

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Post: 1
Objective: Escort the Weak
Equipment: Mind Crown | Black MidNight Duster with Hood | Echani shield suit | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x2 red lightsabers | Wrist Laser | x2 FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol | X4 Daggers | Pack of Death sticks | Holopad
Allies: None Technically
Enemies: Everyone because Haters gonna Hate.
Special Tags: OPEN

---

Tegan moved among a large group of civilians in the mines. The fear and anxiety was heavy among them as mother and father held their children close to them. Tegan watched as child cried her mother muffling the cries as she clenched the young girl against her. Tegan had never been the type of mother that coddled her children, this situation would have been one learning lesson for her children. It would be a survival lesson the weak die and the strong survive. As much as the sight of a coddled child disgusted her, she held it in as she moved among all these cowards.


The Dark sight a vision of destruction had brought her to Sev Tok. A group she was fascinated by called the Bryn’adul where incoming to lay to waste this world. Tegan had been drawn here the destruction in the galaxy always called to her. However, this was Jedi territory so she had to shed those items that might give her away, her weaponry was severally stripped down for this adventure. Also, she had forgone wearing her mask, partly because it had recently been destroyed and she hadn’t built a new one yet abut also because her mask was more recognizable than her face. Only a few Jedi that she was aware of had seen her face. As for her force signature she was actively hiding it as she hid among the cowering populace.


Though she wished she could get to the field of battle, she wanted to see these Bryn’adul in action. However, that would expose her to the Jedi and that was not exactly something she wanted to do at the moment. Mostly considering the Jedi would probably attempt to kill her on sight because they seemed to be act first ask questions second. Not that, that was necessarily a bad thing at least on this world this day just she didn’t feel like fighting the whole Jedi order.


The group suddenly began to move as someone was ushering them down a set of tunnels. So the evacuation had begun. Tegan shuffled with he crowd down one of the mining tunnels. She took note of the infrastructure of the mines. Part her thought about the mess she could make had she brought heavy explosives with her.

 

[Zephyr Krayt]

Location: Space... somewhere
Equipment: Linked in biography
Tags: Osam​

The mood in the ship shifted after all within learned of the distress call. The friendly banter and teasing between the occupants in the back ceased and they began to quietly speculate among themselves until Zephyr entered the room and attention was turned to him. "How bad is it?" Kaira, the orange-clad Mandalorian asked.

"We don't know what the situation is like but the call seemed panicked. We could be arriving to a slaughter-house for all we know." He informed them.

"Cheer up, Krayt. I'll buy you a drink once this is over." The other Mandalorian nudged him in the ribs, playfully.

"I'm just thinking realistically." He defended himself, not wanting to convey his nerves to the others. He wasn't reeling in fear but there was a definite tension. They knew by now what the Bryn were capable of and it was not something he was keen to be on the receiving end of.

"Well, at least the Jedi have us now." Caius teased nearby Rangers who had remained largely separate from the Mandalorians. The groups had not yet bonded as well as initially hoped.

"For people who claim to be honour-bound, it's taken a surprising amount of credits for you to grace this battlefield with your presence." One of the Rangers retorted with an indication of bitterness.

"Woah, hey. Come on now. He was just kidding." Zephyr chuckled and clapped the man on the shoulder in a friendly gesture but the feeling was not mutual.

The relationship between the Rangers and Mandalorians was oftentimes even more rocky than the relationship between the Jedi and Mandalorians. The former groups acknowledged their differences but the similarities between the Mandalorians and the Concord's elite Rangers were uncomfortable for the groups, leaving the Mandalorians often with an heir of superiority as they attempted to prove themselves better than their begrudgingly respected allies. With all the bravado that was characteristic of the warrior culture, it was mostly the Rangers who were on the receiving end of the teasing and joking of their Covenant allies. Most was in good jest but there were always those who took it too far.

Even within themselves, there had been discord among the Mandalorians who sometimes struggled for power internally. Zephyr had been at odds with Caius within his own squadron since it had been formed, with both wanting leadership over the group. With Zephyr being the younger of the two, Caius was unwilling to relinquish the role to his younger ally but with Zephyr being keen to prove himself a good leader and Mandalorian, he frequently challenged the other for the role. For the most part, it was unnoticeable but the unwillingness to take orders from each other and lack of cooperation on the battlefield was noticeable and hindered the group. Off the battlefield, they were friends as any other, but there was an undercurrent of frustration between the pair.

In order to diffuse some of the tension, the Mandalorian changed topic. "Does anyone want a coffee? It looks like it's going to be a long night." He glanced around the group and immediately several voices clashed as they gave their preferences. "Wait a minute, wait a minute." He held his hands up. "One at a time..."

*****​

Once they reached the Sev Tok system, the cockpit door slid open and the Jedi pilot entered the quarters. "Any news?" Arden was the first to get a word in but the Jedi shook his head.

"I'm not going to lie to you. I don't know what their forces are like but if the previous battles are any indication then you need to put your whole fight into this battle. If we don't keep pushing back and they get to Kashyyyk then the Concord is lost." He informed the group. "Remember today that you are much more than just yourself. You are part of a noble battle that will live on for generations. Let that bring you comfort should... the worst happen." He told them solemnly.

There was no point sugar-coating it. Today would be their last for some of their friends and allies. In the current state of the galaxy, they could only hope their friends would live to see another battle.

 

[Udomek Seker]

STANDOFF

​

OBJECTIVE: Phase 1
LOCATION: The Epitaph
EQUIPMENT: Verikast Juggernaut Platform 12A | Assault Carbine | Glaive
ALLIES: Tathra Khaeus | Osam | Hrajlmak'Natok | Sethrak | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Quoron Ver'dum | @Ursa Antar | Sarask Hiskt | Sylok'Vanari | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Carask Uduun | Kelmor | Kyrim Tenebris | Gordrak
ENEMIES: SJC
TAGS: Open

---

Udomek and his squad listen to the warlords words after the chieftains. “FOR THE BRYN’ADUL!” The all chanted in unison after each warlord spoke their peace. They were to embrace the fear use it too fuel there the blood lust in their hearts and to keep their blood pumping. Fear was good it kept them alive and showed them what it meant to be alive. Within moments, they found themselves marching to the gunboats that would take them to the surface and to the opening charge.


Udomek took one more look around at all those that had chosen to come to this battle to prove themselves. He knew today most of them probably would not see the days end. Yet he vowed to himself he would survive and continue the Bryn’adul crusade for the Chieftain no matter the losses today. He made his way unto the gunboat not knowing what the surface would bring to him and his squad.


He looked to his fellow brothers in his squad all fairly new faces to him but still his brothers and teammates. He shook away the thoughts of his first battle where he nearly died there was no place for that here, fear for what was to come not what had past. The Epitaph shook as it was bombarded with fire from the Concord Alliance’s fleets. Udomek took a deep breath eh didn’t want to die in space that would be the worst possible death in his mind.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

STANDOFF​

Phase One
Location: Aboard the Epitaph
Allies: Sylok'Vanari | Primarch Drek'ma | Osam | Udomek Seker | Galak | Sethrak | Krarolk T'manu | Ostak Cl'mana | Kyrim Tenebris | Gordrak | Kelmor
Enemies: Liedran Kathause | Mig Gred | Gir Quee |
Axe | Gauntlet | Armour |

Arrays of missile fire rippled along the strange hull of the Epitaph, turbolaser fire crackling against the golden shield as enemy squadrons of both fleets. Streaks of continued particle beam fire held against the Kraemonen escort tightly wound round the Epitaph like massive god rays shining through the cracks in the fleets formation. Even as the shield maintained, Tathra could feel the strain on the Mind Stones and the Kraeonen, fighting hard to ensure the stability of the shielding system as it pushed beyond its capabilities. The Titan's palms tensed round the two mind stones, mentally relaying orders to those throughout the ship as system after system failed and was required to be repaired. Their shield conduits under massive stress from both the enemies fire and their own measures to intensify them through the Kraemonen and the Ashaka. An explosion knocked one of the Ungulloi artificers from his console, a black carbonised wound streaking up through his chest. The artificer was gone, the warships defences strained like a muscle. As they grew closer, the intesified firepower of the Concord's fleets grey into a dense fog of overlapping information. Acting as shipmaster, Tathra used his mental faculties to help relay the feed of information to their shields, allowing the Quilxyn to prioritise particular areas of fire.

"Chieftain, focused fire detected aiming for our main batteries, six of our fifty thruster gimbals are down!"

Tathra's sole reply was a nod, a metal note as he communed with the Quilxyn; prioritising their shielding on the rear temporarily. Though that desperation was waylaid temporarily as the Epitaph was overlaid with sheens of red and gold as the Ashaka and the Shamans work harmoniously to empower the Quilxyn below. But even so, they would not survive this for much longer, they needed the Quilxyn alive and operational for the battle below. Tathra hesitated, but he knew what he had to do. A necessary sacrifice.

The Kraemonen escorts would not only be aiding in their shielding, but would become shields themselves. The Kraemonen crafts used their impressive speed to close the gap between themselves and the Epitaph, forming almost a physical barrier between the intense fire of the Concord's fleets and the Epitaph. No words were needed on the bridge as the Epitaph made the last push through the Concord fleet toward orbit., the concerned look on the Artificer officers face said it all, they felt the pain of the Kraemonen as they braved the hellfire. Tathra leaned forward, only a few more seconds and they would be in orbit. One after the other the Kraemonen support crafts were annihilated by the heavy fire of the Concord's fleets. It left only the Epitaph as they entered the atmosphere. They had lost the Kraemonen, but in truth Tathra knew this was how it had to be.

Now, all they had to rely on was their own Quilxyn and the Ashaka. But the city of Anvil itself provided another problem entirely. It was protected by an extended city-wide shield. They could see it, slowly coming into view as it stretched across the ten kilometre length of the city. There would be no fight beyond walls, no drawn out introductions. Today, they would crush them regardless of numbers. The Epitaph did not stop, pushing itself through the atmosphere as flames curled along its ridged edges. But there was no way the exterior coating of the Epitaph could allow them to bypass the shield whilst their own were still active. He had to make the call, now.

"Ashaka, Primarch! When I give the order, lower the shields!"

The Titan's eyes locked with the city of Anvil, watching as it grew almost immeasurable large, waning for either side of the massive view port as the intense speed of the Epitaph's near free fall distorted his perception. They needed to get this right, exactly right or otherwise the Epitaph and its crew would be nothing more than a pillar of fire and smoke atop the circular city-shield.

"Now Sylok! Lower it now!" Tathra shouted across the communication channel, leaning over the marble console as he watched the city grow nearer and nearer, his stomach climbing into his throat, legs tense beneath him.

They had one chance to do this right.

 

[Heath Valhoun]

Post: One
Objective: Evacuate Civilians, Defend the Shield. ​

Heath Valhoun closed his eyes, enjoying one last minute of solitude before the battle ahead. He was in his Lambda-Class Imperial Shuttle, not far from the Victory-I-Class Star Destroyer that carried five thousand troops. Troops of all kinds. Some were veterans that had left their faction, some willingly, others forced by the destruction of their homes at the hands of The Bryn'adul. Others were civilians that knew how to handle a weapon. But the vast majority were mercenaries hired by The Elysium Empire. It hadn't been cheap, but it was necessary. These invaders needed to be stopped.

Heath had made a promise to combat The Bryn'adul. He had kept the promise, in a way, having the elite, expensive Bryn-Killers created, and forming the blueprint for the creation of a three-pronged task force to fight the Bryn in several sectors. But no real action had been taken. That ended today. The mercenaries would defend the shield. Heath would take the militia and the few veterans to escort any remaining civilians from the mines. Then, if there was time, he would return to the battle with the others and oversee what he could.

This was the day The Bryn'adul would cease to exist.
​

The ship was landing now, Heath knew by the sound of the engines lowering their power. Within a minute of the ship slowing down, the ramp lowered and Heath first laid eyes on the city that would go down in galactic history forever. It was massive. It was beautiful. The cool night air was carried in a breeze as The King observed the settlement. It towered over the surrounding area like the ocean covers an island, only dwarfed by the mountains it was built into. At the top a dark blue shield glowed, contrasting against the night sky, like a beacon. He knew at that moment that the light must never fade, for with it, the existence of life will fade with it.

It was like a dream, this was heaven, and soon it would be hell. Heath knew the powerful walls would soon crumble. The streets would crack. Fire would rain from the sky, the red flames colliding with the Blue light.....Good vs Evil, Life vs Death.

But he had no more time to take in the scene. Soon his forces would land. He needed to announce their arrival and prepare to dispatch orders.

He lifted his commlink and spoke clearly: "This is Heath Valhoun. The Elysium Empire is here. Where do you need us?"

Normally he would have been a bit more political with his words, announcing his title as King, directly stating who he was speaking to, and what not, but this was not the time. He was here as an ally, not a superior, not as a King, but as an equal. He just hoped they would show him the same respect. Now all he needed to do was await a response.

He made ready for war. ​

 

[Varn Barakis]

Location: Meeting Room, ANV Pegasus
Tags: Jax Thio Jairdain Aayla Shan Liedran Kathause Beltran Rarr

Varn reached the meeting room on time. That was good. Taking a seat among some of his fellow knights, the zabrak watched as the room's holoprojector sprung to life, painting the world in different hues of blue and black. It displayed a slowly spinning model of Sev Tok, as well as the combined allied fleets alongside their Bryn' Counterparts. If Varn had to describe it, he would've said it was like looking at a tactical display fit for the whole family. A very dysfunctional, highly dangerous family.

When Jax Thio took center stage, a hush descended over the gathered Jedi and military personnel. The speech that followed was entirely expected, and more than a little unexpected, if Varn were to tell the truth. The knight had known Jax only a short while. To hear him speak so fervently and so ferociously left the knight feeling like a God of War had entered the room while he hadn't been looking. Certainly, it served to stir the place up, get the blood boiling.

I don't care why you fight, so long as you fight! That was the gist of it. And it seemed to work wonders.

The end of Jax's speech was followed by relative silence. Varn couldn't help but share a few looks with some of his fellow Jedi. Their faces, each as unique and familiar as the next, had grown solemn, unreadable to someone who hadn't known them for the length of time he had. Yet, Varn saw clearly the fear as it began to dwindle. Saw, too, the sudden hope, and the courage, and the will to do what needed done as it blossomed forth from brave hearts. The sight almost made Varn smile. Almost.

A message from Liedran Kathause brought him out of his thoughts. The time had come, it seemed. "So be it," the zabrak said, more to himself than anyone who might be listening. Taking to his feet, Varn fell in with his comrades as they began to disperse, spreading out into the halls that led to the hangar bays. In the minutes it took to get there, the drop ships that would take them planetside were already warmed up, their crews in position and waiting. Getting into the same drop ship as Aayla Shan and Jax Thio , Varn couldn't help but nod his head in agreement. "I concur." He said, finding an empty space to sit. "You certainly have a way with words, my friend. I reckon more than a few Bryn' ears are burning right about now."

 

[Thatzaer]

Phase One
Post: 2
​

The shaking intensified, seemingly doubling every few seconds. Thatzaer couldn't help but tense up and shake as fear filled his body. He had never flown in any ship before, especially one in these circumstances. He knew what was happening, they were approaching the city, and they had lost a layer of shielding. Shields. Something else Thatzaer had never seen before. Rather, he hadn't seen this type of shield. Only armor, metal, and shells were shields for the Ahkenaton before. With The Bryn'adul came a type of energy shield emitted from some beasts. Apparently machines also projected shields, and the foe they faced today had some.

Thatzaer wasn't the only one afraid. Clearly even The Lothal Guard was uneasy as they huddled close, and took uneasy stances, some holding on to anything they could, others kneeling. It was reassuring to know they were all in this fight together.

Still, he couldn't wait to land, even though he knew it meant a fight he preferred to have a chance rather than being trapped in this metal place. He didn't even have room to stretch his wings in here. He hated it but he knew he must endure it. For his people, for his queen, and for himself.

He tried to focus on the fight ahead, hoping it would take his mind off the precarious situation he was currently in. He imagined the chaos, the technology he knew so little about. He would probably have the advantage of flight, unless the enemy could fly too. His weapon of choice was a Val-Shae spear, a Drael-made weapon that he enjoyed using due to the range it provided. He could fly over his foes and stab them from above and they couldn't strike him.

As far as armor...he would rely on his natural shell once again. It was damaged in some places-a sign of his age-but it would protect him enough.

He was ready, but first this ship needed to land.......