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

[Aien Mueller]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: LOADOUT(unless missions specific):

Armor - "Apostle" armor(all),
Weapons (team)- T-73 Handgun, Combat Knife, FTB Rocket(7 FYB Rockets each)
3 Grenades (each), 2 Thermal Detonators (each)
(Snipers)- M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine
(Assault)- RI-17 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(10 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS

GOLD TEAM: Azrael(Assault/Team leader), Castiel(Asault/Pathfinder)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel(Sniper 1), Samael(Heavy Weapons), Michael(Sniper 2)
RED TEAM: Gabriel(Demo/EOD), Bartleby(Tech/Team Second)

Spoiler: TRANSPORT TEAM

PEGASUS 1, HAAT 1- Jeremiel(Pilot), Barachiel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 2, HAAT 2- Ariel(Pilot), Uriel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 3, HAAT 3(Carry-all variant)- Barachiel(Pilot)*
HAAT 4(Carry-all variant)- Uriel(Pilot)*
*When needed. Weapons Intercept officers will be assigned randomly

Spoiler: GROUND ASSAULT/INFIL/EXFIL

FIST
RONTO 1- Raguel(Driver), Selaphiel(Gunner), Jegudiel(Cover)

Spoiler: ANNUNAKI

Ship Captain/Teams Overwatch - Metotron
Ship Engineer/Tech/Teams Overwatch - Jophiel
Ship Corpsman - Raphael
Ship Pilot(s)/Gunner(s) - Chamuel, Jeremiel, Barachiel, Ariel, Uriel

ORDERS: Defend Anvil
Tag: Liram Angellus , Thirdas Heavenshield Beltran Rarr

As The Annunaki took off after one last supply drop to load the team up with their weaponry and ordinance, Azrael gave one order to Metotron and that was to contact "The Ethereal" and Captain Angellus informing him of the current situation. They were out of place with all of the troops being moved around, and Heavenshield was more than capable of handling all of the orders, so it was time to do what they do best...

Kark things up...

The HAATs were overhead and were going to provide air support when and where they could, so they were fine. Jeremiel and Ariel were both in comms range if needed anyway. Raguel had the Ronto in a support position too, but easily accessible for exfil to a different area of the fight. Right now, they were just inside the gates and loading up.

What's the plan, boss?

Charges ready, and I got a load of them.

Gross.

We're no good back here.

That's why we're not staying here, right?

They were both right, but Aien wasn't going to take them somewhere without someone else knowing. The last time that happened... well... they were all in the infirmary for weeks... and frankly should have been dead.

Bart, patch me through to Heavenshield, and Rarr, I have an idea.

Encrypting.

No, open line.

They all just gave him a weird look.

I'm aware that our uninvited guests will be able to listen in if they worked hard enough...

His tone spoke volumes, he had something in mind.

Go for it.

Colonel Rarr, Lieutenant Heavenshield, this is Commander Mueller. We're moving outside the main gate into ambush positions to set charges and disable access points to attempt to funnel any approaching troops into the main gates. Unless you have other ideas, prepare accordingly. I have two HAATs in the air, they are Raguel and Uriel, and can provide air support and recon as needed.

He knew what he was saying, he knew what he was doing. What was going to happen next would depend on the reactions that these actions brought out.

... yeah, we scare them.

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

STANDOFF
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Phase One
Location: Aboard the Epitaph
Allies: Sylok'Vanari | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Quoron Ver'dum | Sethrak | Udomek Seker | Kyrinov | Gordrak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Kelmor |
Enemies: Jairdain

The larvae's form began to change in the urn, shifting as adult appendages began to develop in its premature form. Slowly, the creature developed as it pushed against the gelatine within its embryotic sack. It would take some time before any use could be made of the barricas larvae, but it would be essential to their means of attack. Outnumbered, forced down onto a cold planet with no means of escape, the barricas would provide a means of easing the suffrage of their warriors. They now drew close to Anvil, so close that the anti-air defences could be heard as they fired toward the Epitaph. The Seer could feel the eager anticipation of those aboard the ship, he poured his will into it. Through the mind stones even with a parted focus, his battle meditation was enough telepathic enrichment to withstand whatever telepathic inflictions their enemy would flippantly attempt to cast upon them.

The Seer reached into the cosmic, blunting whatever impact was intended upon their kind. Every wall, every corridor of the Epitaph had a mind stone. Every Bryn'adûl, carried one as well to commune with each other. This was a wall against the telepathic weakness, the plague of the frail that was sent forth so daintily to them.

You vastly overestimate your reach, child. NO.

Was the sole reply, a refute. The Bryn'adûl understood the nature of the battle about to unfold, better than their foes. They had volunteered for this task, they sought to test themselves and fight to prove their strength. Weakness was welcomed and crushed, not cowered before. The Ashaka within the infantry bays were called upon, their loyalty apparent as they split their attention between assisting the Shield Core and beginning to work to fester valour and zealotry among them. They would breach the city shield soon, and then the true struggle would begin. The Kraemonen had been lost, and now all depended on the strength of the warriors of the Bryn'adûl. He on the other hand had to return his attention to the task at hand, his chant continuing as he focused his energies into the urn. The Ashaka at his side settled onto their knees, joining him in his chant as his lidless blind eyes closed shut behind the obscuring wraps of cloth.

He used the force as a funnel, empowering the small creature as it festered in the urn. He would of heard its cries from the forced mutation were they not muted by the embryotic sack. He whispered a gentle reminder, an attempt to calm the babe as the dark magicks mutated its form and imbued it with strength.

 

[Commander Kren]

Objective: 1 - Defend the City

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When the call had sounded at Timona Station that the moment they'd been waiting for had arrived, Kren knew this would be the start of what they'd been training for all their lives. War with the Bryn'adul at last. A large part of the reason the genetic legacy of Jango Fett had once more been used to grow a brand new Clone Army. This would be their first bloodening against such a powerful foe, yet they'd been trained well and knew what they'd be facing.

A large number of LAAT/i gunships prepared to take off from the Venator-class Star Destroyer that had just arrived above Anvil, which was ready to provide fire support on a moment's notice. If the Bryn'adul wanted to storm this city, the Clone Army would make sure they'd pay for every single inch of ground they managed to take.

Kren was aboard one of said gunships, which had deployed ahead of the others, accompanied by his full squad of elite ARC Troopers and armed to the teeth with heavy firepower. They'd need it if they were going to cut through the worst of the Bryn'adul offensive.

Kren and his squad emerged from their gunship, arriving ahead of most of the army before they began moving swiftly through the city streets towards the frontlines, where they hoped to rendezvous with the newly arriving Jedi. Kren had even heard they'd have Mandalorian support against the Bryn'adul this battle. Welcome allies, to be sure. Much like the original Grand Army of the Republic, this new Clone Army had too been instructed by Mandalorian trainers, and as such had good measure of their teachers and their culture.

Varn Barakis
Jax Thio
Jairdain
Aayla Shan
Liedran Kathause
Beltran Rarr
Zephyr Krayt
Cyprian Ichar
Tathra Khaeus
Udomek Seker

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Anvil Command Centre
Allies present: Beltran Rarr Mig Gred Aien Mueller Bright4
Kranak Vizsla Laertia Io Commander Kren | SJC + Allies
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus | Bryn'adûl​

Oh thank the gods.

"Colonel, you have my every blessing to resume talks with Miss Io. Appreciate the assist."

While the two career officers had not taken the time to know each other on a personal level, they'd served together on numerous occasions, partaking in many operations going all the way back to Yurb. More crucially, Beltran had been part of the black ops team back when everything had started to go all wrong, from Nida Perl 's killing of the Alliance senator to Tulan Kor going rogue.

Once Nida was lured to the dark side, Thirdas had nobody left to turn to as he was stitched back together following Yavin, outside of family. Except for Kyra Perl . Poor girl.

In any case, Thirdas had every confidence in, now Colonel, Beltran Rarr's abilities. It felt wrong to be giving him orders, him being the superior officer in terms of rank and all, but sometimes these things happen.

No disrespect to this Laertia Io, but as acting commander of the entire defense force he really did not have time to deal with individual requests at this time. He was certain the good Colonel would put whatever she was willing to bring to the table to the best of use.

"You there, trooper," he turned to a group of Mandalorians who seemed content to sit about having a smoke even as everything was about to go down. "Get up this instant and make yourselves useful!" They didn't seem too keen on paying him much attention, chatting amongst themselves in Mando'a. Thirdas took offense, and strode towards them with some of his Storm Crows in tow.

"Stand up and salute when in the presence of your commanding officer," one of his fellow Rangers addressed the group, prompting a few of the Mandos to rise and get up in their faces, as if offering a challenge. Clearly, these men did not feel like they owed any fealty to this young, low-ranking officer.

"Antarian schutta," one of them muttered before hocking a loogie. "We serve at the pleasure of our alor, not some lion cub looking for glory..."

Thirdas displayed a tremendous feat of self-control, visibly shaking with anger. How dare they, after everything he's been put through over the years? In the end he was able to swallow his anger, but he would not leave it alone so easily.

"You're not worth it. Fine. You lot sit here and make idle chatter while the real soldiers go win the war. Didn't know Mandalorians were such bikkjas, sitting out on a fight..."

Someone was about to throw the first punch, until eyes turned to the skies.

A Bryn'adûl vessel was coming straight for them in a vast cloud of smoke and fire as it fell through the atmosphere.

"What the..."

They showed no sign of slowing down, and from the look of it they'd already been shot to bits by the fleet. Probably couldn't slow down even if they tried.

"This is Heavenshield! We've got confirmed Bryn on a collision course! AA-guns, open fire -- Repeat, open fire! We need to knock it off-course, there's no telling what that much mass will do to our shield!"

Sharing a look of sudden worry with the Mandalorian, the latter went to join his buddies. Thirdas continued his orders.

"Everyone -- Brace for impact!"

 

[Mig Gred]

Forces: 1st MIL Battalion "Netherhounds", 1st Armored Platoon "Wraith Division"
Equipment: In bio
Tags:
Allies Jax Thio Aayla Shan Varn Barakis Thurion Heavenshield Beltran Rarr Aien Mueller Jairdain Kranak Vizsla Laertia Io First Sister
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus Osam

Spoiler

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. Air might get a little bity," Mig remarked to Beltran before taking one final breath. Then it was time. He closed his eyes, and used the Force to pull air around him. He would begin to use what he learned with cryokinesis to chill the air quickly. It wasn't enough to be too dangerous to the desert dwellers there. They were use to the cold of night. To the Bryn Baedurin it would be deadly. He continued this, careful to not push things too far, to not slip up. He couldn't put the others at risk just for an advantage. Mig would start to feel the chill as the temperature dropped.

Alter Environment.... Mig had been training in the core abilities of it for year before even attempting to use the skill. And now... even he was surprised at the results. The air was now chilled. and hopefully he'd managed to push it close to 0-5 degress Celsius. He finally took a breath, he couldn't drain himself too much, but it wasn't like the temperature would change much without the sun to heat the surface. The desert's night, and the new chill would be the biggest advantage Mig could confirm they had. And then the Heavenshield called in.

The Bryn where practically falling through atmosphere. Mig turned his head to the sky, and then quickly started calling over the comms.

"Everybody brace!" This wasn't going to be pretty.

At the same time the chill was going through the air, Fora was arguing with a Ranger.

"I don't know how you handle those bucket heads."

"Hey! Those "bucket heads" took me in when I had no one else. Frell, half the Netherhounds aren't even Mandalorians you chit head."

"Oh I'm sorry, Witchy."

"I'm, not a witch. Would you just focus on protecting the city and not mocking my friends?"

"Fine, fi...." They then back looked up, getting the messages of something coming down.

"Move! Planetfall's coming!"

"Brace!"

Orbit:
Fleet: Keros' Kad, 4x Shield-class Escort Cruisers, 6x GF-2B Super TwinTails Squadrons, 2x "Kodashi" Viper MKII Squadrons, 3x HA-2 Pike Squadrons, 2x Dinii-class Dral'tabalhar Me'sen squadrons, 2x HF-2 Jair Kyr'am squadrons, 8x DF-1 Scarab Swarm Fighter squadrons
Tags:
Allies: Liedran Kathause Gir Quee Liram Angellus
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus

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The Captain and AI both looked in shock as Bryn ship just seemed to pass by. Malo quickly started sending orders to every strake craft to turn towards.

"No...."

"We need to get fighters down there. Kaddie, keep firing the HPCs."

"We can't. The targeting systems won't allow us to fire towards a planet's surface with our hyper particle cannons. These were built when a certain demagolka (war criminal, real monster) was an issue." Malo grumbled.

"The fire the everything else!" Kaddie shook his head.

"We might hit the city. The fighter are the best bet."

"Osik!"

Strike crafted darted downward, following the Bryn vessel while the Pikes returned to Keros' Kad to swap their heavy launch modules for standard missile modules.

 

[Galak]

STANDOFF
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PHASE ONE
Location: Aboard the Epitaph
Bryn'Bois: Sethrak | Osam | Primarch Drek'ma | Sylok'Vanari | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Udomek Seker | Kyrim Tenebris | Hrajlmak'Natok | Tathra Khaeus | Gordrak |
Adversaries: TBD
Equipment: Triad | Armour | Shredder | Bryn Shot |

His words were intended to inspire, to give their warriors the drive to see the day through. That was mirrored by the words of Warlord Sethrak, he deeply appreciated it. He felt the chanting of their tenants rattle through his bones as he made his way down among their forces. Galak would lead a segment of their forces in the Gunboats and half of the ground forces within the Epitaph whilst Sethrak would lead the other and Osam would lead a portion of their non-Drael forces. But they weren't on the ground, not yet - his head had to be here, with his brothers. Not on the future, but the here and now.

Whilst Ostak gave a third speech, Galak moved down to be amongst his warriors as Osam had. Among Juggernauts, Shamans, Drones and all manner of warriors was where he chose to place himself. He remembered being a Juggernaut Minor, working his way up through the ranks. He had remembered Yurb and Eshan and Commenor before that. And he knew every time it filled him with zeal and certainty to stand alongside his superiors. To know they were just creatures of flesh and blood just like he was. As he stood there, they listened to Ostak speak. He was an Overseer in secret, but the words that came from his mouth made it obvious to any who knew. He was a true believer, a rigid zealot through and through. Ostak hated the Jedi as much as he did. For all the things they'd done, allowed to happen in their Galaxy. They were the worst of them all. They would pay for the deaths of Pavium and Keldothera.

Galak's focus was torn away from himself as the Epitaph rocked violently, explosions rippling along its shielding as reports came in. Fires and internal systems straining to the max, it was no secret they were barely making it in by the skin of their teeth. He saw those nerves among his brethren, even as the Seers and the Ashaka began to reinforce them - that did not mean he as a leader did not haveto do his duty.

He clasped his arms around two of the Juggernauts, hands placed on their shoulders.

"Link up, now."

His order was carried through almost instantly. Suddenly hundreds of arms were grasping the shoulders of those in front and behind them.

"Remember brothers, no matter how this ship cries. It will deliver us to the city, and there our challenge will be met! I promise you. We draw close!"

He could feel the tension within his brothers, the hands clasped on his own shoulders stiff, but strong. Above them, louder explosions rippled along the exterior of the Epitaph as the Kraemonen ships were destroyed, the observation ports of the deployment decks engulfed in fire, and then clouds as they broke orbit. Galak could not help but feel his eyes drawn the rapid shifting of the stars in the night sky beyond the viewport. They were falling so very fast, right into the heart of the enemies forces outnumbered and into the harsh cold. Yet even against all that, he choose his faith in his brethren. He felt the power of the Seer's battle meditation in his veins. It allowed him to be brave, he had to be brave.

"Listen! Listen to me! Do not look, focus. Focus on those beside you. Brace yourselves, brace together as we near the city! Brace for impact!"

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

STANDOFF



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OBJECTIVE: Phase 1
POST: 2
LOCATION: The Epitaph, Command Bridge
EQUIPMENT: Warlock's Armour | Battlestaff [Sig]
ALLIES: The Bryn'adul
ENEMIES: SJC
TAGS: Open
Forces:

Spoiler

• Drones
• Rhivaks
• Brumaks
• Vaydralen
• Warlocks
• Warlock Field-Masters [2]
• Servitor [1]

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For his request, Osam stood out from the crowd. Hrajlmak's eye flicked from the floor to Osam. From Osam to the Chieftain, and back. At the back of his mind, Hrajlmak expected a scoff from Tathra. But to his own surprise, the Titan replied in kind. He praised the ambitious Srael, spoke of empathy and vision, finally granting the young one's demands, and far more still. Hrajlmak now faced the reality that he knew an altogether different Tathra Khaeus. The stalwart Chieftain, the immovable Titan. He who spoke so little, and commanded a lot. Hrajlmak remembered a Titan who seemed within himself alone, and only guided his kin as nothing more than a means to satisfy his whims. But this Drael was not what he saw now. Hrajlmak saw a Draelvasier invested. A Chieftain inseparable from his herd, and a being fundamentally changed. The leaders and hero's of the Bryn'adul stood, unshaken by the beating from the coalition fleet, and on his word, acted on their duties.

Hrajlmak emerged from his elevator at the same time Galak and Sethrak strode out from theirs. Osam made straight for the infantry formations. Hrajlmak watched as the Srael inspected his troops. The Sraelvun was void of ego. Ambitious and eager, yet never self consumed. Hrajlmak admired the idea. The Bryn'adul was the galaxy's greatest factory of warriors, yet few within its ranks could call themselves model soldiers. Hrajlmak began to think the sentient savage numbered among the few.

Hrajlmak gripped the balcony as Sethrak delivered his own rousing speech. His many eyes drifted over the sea of Draelvasier heads. Each and every one eager and ready to face the meat grinder. His head turned, facing Sethrak. The Tenebrak. The upstart Warlock with everything to prove. His fiery words came to a close and in that moment Hrajlmak saw himself. An abrasive, ambitious, wayward Drael finding purpose in fire. He had held contempt for Sethrak, as any Drael despises a traitor. But Hrajlmak was no stranger to similar thoughts and passions. He would be lying to himself if he didn't find hypocrisy in his hatred. He turned away, but telepathically he conveyed what was analogous to a nod of the head. Between their minds he sent acknowledgment.

The Epitaph smashed against Sev Tok's upper atmosphere. Hrajlmak steeled himself against the sudden air resistance, pushing against the rails to keep himself still. The myriad troops below them shifted and stumbled. Hrajlmak began to rope his mind into each of their own. Slowly, steadily, he fashioned the web of control every Shaman and Warlock commanded in battle. The senses, perceptions and emotions of almost every living thing aboard the Epitaph became a fragment of his own consciousness. And each fragment was a quanta of nature's most beautiful mosaic. That of battle. The art that was war, that told of the triumphs of the strong over the weak. And Hrajlmak, Sethrak, and the rest of the Bryn'adul's Drael of the Force were the hands that manifested that art.

 

[Liedran Kathause]

{Commodore Kathause - Aboard ANV Pegasus : C.I.C}
{Direct Relevancy: Jax Thio , Aayla Shan , Mig Gred , I think I'm missing someone}
{Silver Jedi Concord Allies - Galactic Alliance - 1st Expeditionary Fleet : 3rd Squadron}
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Spoiler

-Liberator-class star defender - "Pegasus" - 1500m - Flagship/Carrier/Ship of the Line
-Iblis-class missile frigate - "Huntress" - 500m - High-yield Missile Platform/Long Range Attack
-2 x Negotiator-class light cruisers - "Intrepid" "Knight" - 330m each - Screeners/Assault Ships
-2 x Sacheen II-class escort frigates - "Dreamer" "Armistice" - 500m each - Screeners/Light Carriers/Escorts
-3 x Tantara-class corvettes - "Peacemaker" "Odyssey" "Ardent" - 200m each - Light Carriers/Screeners

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

The jedi's final sentence echoed in the briefing room, echoed in the speakers, and echoed through her mind. Temporarily distracted from her own misgivings, Liedran brought her hand down to hover above a console.

"Well then, let's win this. Good luck," She tapped at a glowing red array and cut the audio.

Eyes once again trained on the display, on the rows and columns of solid dots, each labeled with a unique I.D. Her arms once again interlaced themselves behind her, and she set off to orbit the table. Before her was the dance of support ships around the hulking Epitaph, hulls peppered in damage while they threw themselves in the way of Concordian and Alliance fire. But one by one, their blind patriotism tore them apart, and one by one, they shapes vanished from the display. But the Epitaph didn't fight back, merely absorbed everything they threw at the hungry giant.

"Commodore, we have a comm channel open with a Mandalorian star destroyer. How do we respond?"

"Patch them in," A cord unrolled from a roll at the table's side, while she brought a communicator closer to her ears, "This is Commodore Kathause, aboard the ANV Pegasus."

There was a brief pause, as the communications signals settled in, and the static was filtered out.

"Pegasus, this is Kaddie of the Keros' Kad. It's good to see more friendly vessels. These Bryn ships confuse me though. They lack weapons, and rely completely on their shields."

"{Good to be here}," She let a quick chuckle escape from her throat, before a nervous frown appeared on her expression, "{And they seem to be completely focused on reaching Sev Tok... Let's get a recon unit in the air, I want as best a schematic as we can manage.}"

Liedran's head turned to the side, "Divert Shiver Squadron, get a Ferret alongside. Gather whatever we can about the Bryn flagship, and return."

"Ferret's launched, One minute till rendezvous with Shiver Squadron...Two more till within effective sensor range of the flagship."

"Good," The commodore gave a nod to her left, and once again spoke into the communicator, "{Keros' Kad. What's the status of evacuations?"}

The Pegasus and the rest of her fleet began to close in on the Epitath, albeit slow enough to match the Liberator class's slow speed. Quick salvos of fighters finished their launch from the hangers, just as the main battery fired its shots. Dropships weaved through the heavier formations, and set their eyes on the planet below.

. . .
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"Ma'am, it's the Epitaph!" A voice leapt to her mind.

It had to be a trick, sensor shenanigans, jamming, anything. Liedran shook her head at the display, trying to will what she saw into oblivion, only to have her effort proven in vain when the viewscreen set its new angle. The Bryn vessel had pushed past the Concordians, pushed past the Alliance, and now began to push through the planet's atmosphere. Karking- She grabbed her necklace once more, then called out to the bridge crew.

"I want those scans analyzed now! Maintain missile bombardment on the Epitaph. Close in, get turbolasers online! Divert Air Wing 1. Dreamer, Odyssey, and Ardent, reinforce our fighters, get point defense ready!"

Engines all over the battlefield ignited and threw their respective craft to the sides. Quick readjustments finished themselves, and four of the Pegasus's fighter squadrons set off for the hulking organic mass as it began to loom over the planet below. Laser cannons lit up, two of the E1-3rd's corvettes and one of its frigates bringing arrays about to tear through masses of Bryn fighters that dared to engage the B-wings and escorts.

"Patch me in to the Keros' Kad," Liedran let the fumes in her mind die down, before she brought the wired communicator to her ear, "{This is Pegasus to the Kad... We're checking the readings now. What's your status?}"

 

[Yula Perl]

"Not the time for jokes, Yula."

Dagon’s sharp reply scorched the good humor in her. Yula’s hands tightened around the controls for a moment, letting the irritation his retort brought on wash over her mind. The little quips between them often kept spirits up on missions like this, and her misstep had caught her off guard.

She eased off of the controls given that there wasn’t any need for her to direct the ship in hyperspace, and faced Dagon’s glare. There was a lot she could glean from the emotions buzzing around the cabin. Anxiety. Fear. Exhaustion. Desperation. Guilt.

And…hope?

She’d begun to learn that Dagon was a cocktail of the unspoken. This situation was close enough to the heart where the unspoken started to boil over.

“It’s not Sev Tok and Kashyyyk that you’re most worried about, is it?” Yula ventured, quiet and gentle as she could muster. Turning to Dagon, her expression was softer, somber.

“I know what’s at stake, Dag. They hurt my sisters, nearly killed me on Nar Kreeta. I’ve seen firsthand what they’re capable of.”

Her gaze wandered over his shoulder, drifting to the silence of the starlight streaming around them. An eerie calm before what was sure to be an explosive battle.

“Hey-“ Yula’s attention shifted swiftly back to Dagon, gripping him by the shoulder a little tighter this time. Either she had forgotten that he’d brushed her away just moments ago, or she didn’t care. Either way, her grasp was tight enough to garner attention as she urged him to look her in the eyes.

“Don’t catastrophize. I—Sev Tok needs you to keep your head in the here and now. Focus on today, don’t get caught up in the what if’s or you’ll fall down a rabbit hole so deep that you won’t come out. And I refuse to stop by the nearest system once a year to light a candle for you.”

Her lips thinned into a straight line, and despite the last line that had a touch of humor to it, she wasn’t joking.

Dagon Kaze

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

PHASE I​

POST: I
LOCATION: Sev Tok atmosphere, the Epitaph, Infantry Bay
EQUIPMENT: In Signature + Spitter Utility Bow (20x explosive arrows)
UNITS: Zealot Elite Squad
ALLIES: THE BYRN | In proximity of Kyrim Tenebris | Open to cooperation
ENEMIES: SJC & ALLIES | Open to engagement

The time had come for battle preparation.
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To Krarolk's right stood Abvor, the other survivor of their recently broken Zealot Elite Squad. The brawny Baedurin Zealot Elite had served for nearly as long as Krarolk, the two fighting side by side behind their Commander for years on end. His thoughts were likely as wandering as Krarolk's own, their shared grief and anxiety distinguishing them from their new comrade.

The third and newest Zealot Elite was an Aeravalin female by the name of Tukaram Palkomin, about a year and a half younger than Krarolk and Abvor, who were barely six days apart from each other in age. Her figure bore striking resemblance to the former Zealot Commander's, their lean and agile Aeravalin physiques almost indistinguishable. However, both Krarolk and Abvor knew that the new Elite was no replacement. While her body was undoubtedly that of a killing machine well-refined by years of combat, Elite Palkomin lacked the battle scars and unfailing wisdom of the old Commander. In order to prove her worth as the junior member of the Zealot Elite Squad, it was necessary for her to be strictly judged in combat.

Krarolk's communication stone began to glow, and he promptly pulled it out.

[Commander Krarolk, this is Zealot Commander Efilqus. We must meet on the room's balcony to rally our combined forces.]

[Understood, Commander Elfiqus. I will arrive shortly.]

Elites Abvor and Palkomin, having overheard Krarolk's half of the conversation, waved him off and began to chat among themselves. Krarolk strode forwards alone, weaving through masses of Zealots preparing for combat. As he continued through the crowd, he felt a stare on his flank. He slid backwards in shock as a Zealot Shadow appeared in front of him where no presence had been seconds before, no notable emotion on his face. He barely had time to give a nod of informal recognition before the Shadow addressed him, marking his intent to reinforce Krarolk's squad.

"I appreciate the assistance, Shadow." replied Krarolk promptly. "Your unusually potent stealth will prove to be of crucial assistance. I must leave, but you may prepare for battle with my two Elites. I will give you more detailed orders once I return."

Several minutes later, Krarolk arrived on a high balcony, perhaps fifteen meters above the floor of the Zealot hold of the infantry bay. Awaiting him behind a guard of four Zealot Minors were two Zealot Commanders, talking among themselves. One's voice he recognized as Efilqus, but the other was that of an unknown female. The two were both his seniors by over a year, truly the elite of the elite. By comparison, Krarolk was no better than an empowered Minor, one who had failed to save his own Commander.

With a deep breath, Krarolk both swallowed his doubts for the moment and introduced his presence.

The two Commanders turned to face Krarolk, glaives in hand.

"Surely, you're familiar with what comes next." explained Commander Efilqus. "First I shall speak, then Commander Dermivi shall speak, and then you shall speak."

"Without further to do, let us begin."

The three Commanders linked their spiritual energy together, creating a telekinetic relay that instantly overwhelmed any other thought within the minds of the assembled Zealots.

"Welcome, my comrades. We have a great battle ahead of us, a battle that will test our collective resolve. But in the end, we will prevail. While individuals may perish, the Byrn'adul collective knows not crippling defeat. As long as we remain true to our tenets, there is no force in the galaxy that can stop us."

"As Zealots, we are among the most skilled of the Draelvasier warriors. While the Juggernauts have raw strength and the Shamen have their beasts, we alone are best suited to defeat the strongest of the Jedi. With our flexibility, both metaphorical and literal, no one foe is too strong for us. When working together with effective cohesion, a squad of Zealot Minors can even eliminate a Jedi Master. Our stealthy Shadows can spread fear and chaos through an organized defensive line undetected, undermining in our foes the very cohesion that makes or breaks our own units. Our Elites are well-suited to slaughter the elite of the Jedi, their blades imbued with power capable of deflecting even the infamous lightsaber."

"With these considerations in mind, we must not falter. For some of you, this is a proving ground."

At the same time as he spoke, Krarolk pointed his own glaive at the assembled crowd, lingering on Elite Palkomin and the intriuging Shadow.

"This is a fine place to renew your reputations. Hundreds of thousands of Concord soldiers await our arrival, hiding behind their walls and the armor of their warships. Once the hard barrier has been shattered, the soft underbelly will be ripe for the picking. Fight to your fullest, Zealot representatives of our great Crusade."

A chorus of Zealots joined the cheers rapidly filling every barrack of the Epitaph.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Objective: Defend the city
Allies: SJC and allies, Thirdas Heavenshield , Beltran Rarr , Mig Gred , Aien Mueller , Bright4 , Kranak Vizsla , Laertia Io , Commander Kren
Enemies: Bryn'adul

Red stood nearby the command center, meeting with a group of Operatives. He wore his armor, holding his helmet underneath his right arm. Red was clearly packing some heavy weaponry, with his TL-50 heavy repeater strapped to his back, a grenade launcher, a blaster pistol on his hip, a vibroblade, and multiple knives strapped away on his person. Like most of the people here, he was ready for combat.

Red was busy relaying orders to the Operatives. "I want Operatives 2-11, 9-14, and 7-16 to purge the computer records at the archival library, we don't want anything to fall into their hands. Operatives 13-7 and 4-3, you two will do the same thing, but at the government building in Quadrant 8. We'll hit them at Quadrant 4, but they could-" But before he could continue, he heard someone from inside the command center shouting.

​

"This is Heavenshield! We've got confirmed Bryn on a collision course! AA-guns, open fire -- Repeat, open fire! We need to knock it off-course, there's no telling what that much mass will do to our shield!"

Red looked up, and saw the Bryn ship coming down. He looked back at the Operatives around him. "Well? You have your orders. Go!" He told them. The Operatives sprinted off, headed for their destinations.

Two Operatives remained behind, Sergeant ███████ and Operative ███. These two had worked with Red the most. Most didn't last this long, but these two had.

"Well, I guess the show is gonna start soon." Red told them.

"Seems like it'll be raining Bryn soon." Operative ███.

"Could do with a lousy vacation..." Sergeant ███████. Red laughed at her remark.

"Come on, Sergeant, you know that we don't get the same benefits the normal soldiers get!" He told her.

For now, they simply stood, watching the Bryn ship descending, standing still while the other soldiers ran for cover.

Soon, it would be the Bryn's turn to run for cover...

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: Lowest Wall, Anvil, Sev Tok
Objective: Repel Bryn'adul Assault
Allies: SJC and Allied Personnel, interacting with Thirdas Heavenshield , Laertia Io , Mig Gred , Aien Mueller
Location: defending Anvil (open to all interactions)
Enemies: The Bryn'adul (open to all interactions)
Loadout:

• Armor: Katarn Mk. III Light Powered Armor
• Clothing: Katarn Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons: Death-Dealer Handcannon (drop holster, right hip - loaded with Sith-Killer Ammunition), Pulse Pistol (chest holster) Lightsaber (clipped to waist), Lightsaber Pike (strapped to back), Wrist Mounted Blaster (right wrist), Tactical Vibroblade (right boot), Incendiary Grenades, Cryo-Ban Grenades

(3rd Infantry, 666th Mechanized Infantry, 663rd Mobile Artillery, 212th Armored)

(Paladin Company)
​

It always amazed Beltran just how quickly things could go to schutta on the battlefield. One moment, he was standing on the outermost wall of Anvil, speaking on the comms with his old mentor 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."

She informed them. Thirdas Heavenshield had given his blessing to allow him to handle the disposition of Master Io's forces, as he had dozens if not hundreds of other things requiring his attention. At the mention of his name, he heard Laertia's voice speak once more.

"Beltran?"

"It's me," He said simply. They hadn't seen each other in a long time, and word was that Laertia had left the Silver Order. Beltran didn't know the specifics, but he didn't blame her. His own disillusionment with the current Order had driven him to consider leaving the service of the Rangers more than once. There was more to say, but time was not on their side. So he quickly moved on to business. "Excellent," He continued. "If you're able, please distribute what rifles you have between the forces on the outer walls and those defending the shield generator on the topmost level. Prioritize planetary militia over the Rangers and Mandalorians. They're the least well trained and most in need of an added kick."

Continuing on. "Can you detach some of your shuttles to pick up a group of about two-hundred Rangers walking on foot to the northeast? They were laying some thermonuclear mines at potential enemy landing zones and suffered some kind of vehicle malfunction stranding them out there. Up until now I haven't had a way to get them back to the city. Keep whatever remaining shuttles you have out of the city's airspace for now. I want to see where the enemy lands before we deploy evacuation shuttles. As for your other weaponry, let's keep that in reserve for the time being. I'm sure a decent target for your charges will present itself."

Muting his outgoing coms, Beltran spoke to Major Ecks. "Get on the coms and alert Colonel Higgus that we may have found him a ride back to the city."

"On it, sir."

Returning back to the comms, Beltran spoke once more. "Laertia, if you can keep me apprised of your location throughout the battle, I can alert you to potential targets as they present themselves. Until then, position yourself and whatever ground forces you might have wherever you think will do the most good. Oh, and it's good to hear your voice. We're definitely going to need you on this one."

No sooner had he finished his sentence did another voice call out to him over the com network.

"Colonel Rarr, Lieutenant Heavenshield, this is Commander Mueller..."

Beltran's blood ran cold as he heard the Commander's voice. He hadn't known that Omega had been detached to this operation, but it didn't surprise him. They had a habit showing up in places where they could do the most damage, to the enemy and-as he learned at [EDIT]Ossus-to their own side as well. Their actions aboard the hangar of the Sith flagship had cost him three good soldiers, including a man that Beltran considered to be almost like family.

"We're moving outside the main gate into ambush positions to set charges and disable access points to attempt to funnel any approaching troops into the main gates. Unless you have other ideas, prepare accordingly. I have two HAATs in the air, they are Raguel and Uriel, and can provide air support and recon as needed."

Even as the Commander spoke, and Beltran worked to reign in the sudden burst of rage he felt, a figure tapped him on the shoulder. It was Major Ecks indicating that he should mute his mic for a moment.

"He's transmitting in the clear," She told him matter-of-factly.

It took Beltran a moment before he really understood. "You mean..."

"That's right, zero encryption."

Beltran might have hated more than a significant portion of the Silver Naval Commander's guts at the moment, but even he had to admit this was odd behavior. However Beltran might feel about the man and his team at the moment, he knew that Mueller was an excellent operator and Omega were among some of the best. He wouldn't be transmitting in the clear like this unless he had a good reason. He couldn't call the Commander out, or ask about his reasoning without tipping the enemy off that something was amiss. So he simply decided to allow the Commander the latitude to proceed.

"Acknowledged, Commander." Beltran responded. "Proceed according to your best judgement, but this cannot become another [EDIT]Ossus. Rarr, out."

Turning back to the situation in front of him, Beltran felt a shift in temperature. It was getting colder. His Mk. III powered Katarn Armor protected him from the elements, but he could see several nearby militia soldiers starting to shiver. He was about to remark on the curiosity of the whole thing when a few panicked shouts from down the line drew his attention. His eyes tracked quickly on a group of militia pointing to the sky. Following their fingers, he looked up and...

"Ah feth me sideways..." He muttered just as the open comnet crackled to life with the powerful voice of Thirdas Heavenshield :

"This is Heavenshield! We've got confirmed Bryn on a collision course! AA-guns, open fire -- Repeat, open fire! We need to knock it off-course, there's no telling what that much mass will do to our shield! Everyone -- Brace for impact!"

 

[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

As the Midnight Darkest rose through the air to meet the incoming Bryn'adul threat, Admiral Quee and Captain Tissah stared hard at the holograph as the Epitaph and her consorts attempted to run through the combined gauntlet of Mandalorian, Concordian, and Galactic Alliance warships - an unlikely assortment of warriors brought together by a threat too dangerous for any galactic power to ignore. They're not even trying to fight back...the Bryn'adul are nothing if not unpredictable. He listened intently on the comm channels as Liedran Kathause and Mig Gred discussed the previously unknown warship's ability with rapt interest. He watched the last of the Bryn'adul shield frigates fizzle out in its sacrifice to keep the Epitaph alive.

"Whatever's on that ship is their key to taking this world," muttered the blonde man into his headset, "it's too bad we never seem to know anything about them..."

"It is too big for the Darkest to stop by itself," noted Tissah.

"And probably too fast for the rest of our forces except the small craft to keep reasonably pursuing. They'll run into us soon."

The karkarodon turned his beady black eyes to bore into his own. Another miscommunication? He rethought his words. Run into us soon. The Bryn might ram us...or...we could ram them. Some quick mental calculations told him that even with its reinforced prow, the Midnight Darkest probably did not have the mass or shielding to survive a ramming attack with the enemy battlecruiser, yet such an attack could utterly destroy or scatter the marauders. Yet, with the Midnight Darkest directly between the Bryn'adul warship and the city of Anvil, the chance of such an attack missing were slim. A worthy sacrifice? That's what I said at Sarka, didn't I? Did it all matter in the end? He knew the answer, yet he couldn't think of any better play to make. What'd old Olecron say in the Academy, this job is all about knowing when to send someone to their deaths? He shuddered at that memory before slowly edging away from the imposing shark-like captain.

"Maybe we need to run into them."

"You mean to sacrifice the Midnight Darkest."

Gir slowly nodded, "Not an idea I relish, and one I know you probably do not, having just taken command of her a few weeks ago. But the loss of this vessel could turn the tide of the battle in our favor."

"A means to an end."

Tissah activated his comlink, "Attention crew of the Midnight Darkest, activate emergency automation and begin to abandon ship immediately. All crewmembers prepare to arm themselves for ground combat upon return to planetside. That is all."

Gir blinked in surprise, "You took that much better than I expected."

The karkarodon growled, "This is a cruel galaxy. If you do not fight or make sacrifices from time to time, you will not live long..."

He's not wrong...He toggled his comlink to the channel he shared with the ship's computer.

"This is Admiral Gir Quee, authentication code HastRulesTheGalaxy."

"This is Line Captain Gra'si Tissah, authentication code YouCouldLeaveLifeRightNow."

Rather dark...

"Central computer, assume command of all ship functions. New mission parameters. Fire all weapons onto inbound battlecruiser at will. Set vessel on collision course with the incoming enemy vessel. Activate self-destruct upon impact with enemy vessel. Acknowledge new orders with readback."

A cold, impassionate voice answered him from all directions.

"All weapons to target and destroy Target Alpha One. Ram Target Alpha One and activate self-destruct upon impact. Correct?"

"Correct," answered the karkarodon.

"It is done then," muttered Gir, "time to leave..."

The two strode out of the room and into halls filled with incessant klaxons and scurrying crews. He immediately found himself knocked into a bulkhead by one of the Hellfighters seeking to escape the vessel. He felt burning in his chest as he gasped for air. The scaly webbed hand of Captain Tissah pulled him up. With a growl, the karkarodon managed to clear some space in the hall as the two made their way to an escape craft and the cold, dark world below.

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 moves to directly place itself on a collision course with the Epitaph
-All small craft launched and arrayed around Anvil's shield perimeter

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

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Post # 2
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 force that swelled around the Epitaph crackled, the streamline of enemy fire-power proving more difficult to manage. In one motion the Quilxyn orbs slightly dimmed, a breach in the shield sending a shudder through the lower-deck. Quickly the Ashaka Mages seeped themselves deeper into the torrent of gushing force provided by Vedkar. The magnetic tingle rupturing through each and everyone of them as the Quilxyn reacted in kind. A shimmer of golden particles lifted to the air, dispersing in thousands of flashes to reinforce the vulnerable flagship's outer-shield. All of them could hear it, the connection with not only the Quilxyn, but the supporting crafts of the Kraemonen. Each spoke silently, before another assault sent the Epitaph to shake tumultuously.

"The battery!" One of the mages screamed, the strain on her Aervalin face showing worry. "The shield won't repair in time!"

Sylok lost his footing, the Quilxyn leaving his hand. The light of the creature dying out, the core of its inner anatomy fizzling out. That particular Quilxyn would need time to recharge, worse even, Sylok heard it. The cries of the creature slipped into his mind, the hand of the Primarch gave him access to them all. The sheer pain he had put the tiny orb through, it sliced at his inner wound. The image of the dead general being flushed out on Sarka stunned him. He hesitated, only for a moment, before the screams of the Kraemenon washed over him. He could feel them against the thin layer of the shield, wailing away into the cold void of space. Multiple munitions from the fleets in front of them dismantling each support ship one by one. Sylok knew Yek Trell wouldn't forgive it, but without them, they would all be dead. Their sacrifice a pillar of another victory. Sylok wouldn't forget them, even as the last cry of their dying loyalty faded, the weaver lashed outward, regaining his footing.

The pale blue stretch of his skin slipped out from his robe. His hand lightly clasped around a Quilxyn, another motion to grip another. His hands laid bare as they turned upward, releasing his grip. The orbs refused to leave, instead heeding his call. A thousand more tiny golden and red particles lifted, blinking as Sylok breathed in a heavy draw.

"Ashaka, become them!" Sylok commanded again, his mind still playing the deathly cries of those already lost. He knew he couldn't protect them, but everyone on the Epitaph would live. "So that you may protect!" His voice gained passion, his heart beating to the sound of each and every bombardment that came. Echoes from the mind stones were all he could comprehend and the shields reacted in kind. Like a soft sheen of silk, the Epitaph held. Another relay was sent, Sylok careful not to overdue what was already needed. Control was the key, reaction was the strategy. They had slipped by the enemy fleet, the shields taking everything in throes of unrelenting attempts to bring them all down. It was good news.

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

Sylok grunted, his body aching slightly from the strain. The chieftain's order was either crazy, or genius. In the time Sylok had known his king, he had come to admire his perseverance. The raw strength of the titan had given his people hope, better yet, had given those within their unknown walls a chance at a new and better life. One that that didn't always reside in war. He wouldn't question the order, but as Sylok shifted his gaze to the others he could feel their dread. He would silence it.

"Ashaka, Primarch Drek'ma , you heard the chieftain. On his command!" Sylok bolstered the shields one last time, the others following in tow as one last apparition of particles rose and blinked out of existence providing one last remnant to their shields. He felt the force covet him, the heavy cold easing his mind.

"Now Sylok! Lower it now!"

Sylok twisted his wrists, the Quilxyn that once laggardly postioned themselves on his palms floated away in misery. The bright core flashed and as the containment began to slowly retract, Vedkar sighed. The other Ashaka let out a strenuous grunt, the force leaving them all completely, before the Epitaph rumbled. The smooth display of golden protection rapidly dissolved, the only thing special were the darkened outer-walls of verikast roaring toward the city of Anvil.

Sylok stepped away from the core, a feeling of accomplishment reached him. He turned to Vedkar, a nod of acknowledgement and respect was given. A silent thank you of sorts before Sylok's voice reached the entire ship, specifically the one Draelvasier that changed the world.

"It is done, Tathra Khaeus . May strength guide you." Sylok's voice was sincere, he only hoped they survived the plunge without shields.

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[Jairdain]

Location: In space above Sev Tok
Allies: SJC and their allies
Enemies: Bryn'Adul and their allies. Tagging: Seer Kalanthir
Objective: Support

As Jairdain meditated, she got a clear feeling of what was going on in the system. Both above the planet and down on the surface. At her request, she had been left a transmitter and receiver. This way, any verbal communications would be heard by her. Even in her meditative state, part of her mind was on this device. Most of the communications were not directed at her personally and were rather broad in coverage. She was in her place and wouldn't actually be of much help on the ground.

While the different and varied forces arrived after the call Thirdas Heavenshield sent out was responded to, her Battle Meditation would also reach out to them. Force User or not, they should hopefully pick up on her touch. At least, one of the people of the forces below was able to get a mental message to her of thanks.

Giving Cyprian Ichar an additional boost, she returned her attention to the whole field of battle. It was then when a very familiar voice started speaking. Not allowing the heartfelt and emotional speech to distract her, one of her hands gently rubbed at the promise ring she wore from him. Jax Thio was afraid and her Battle Meditation should soon start to alleviate this emotion. Turning that fear into something positive. The desire to fight and do battle was not anything Jairdain would ever get any joy from. He was different and he wanted this more than almost anything. All she could do was help and support him.

She did not allow her thoughts to distract her from her objective but she was feeling very emotional herself at the moment. Internal pain ran deep and tears ran down her face unheeded. Thinking of her former husband. Now dead and buried. Wondering to herself...if she had been there could she have prevented his death? Those tears kept falling but her sorrow did not cloud what she was doing for her friends and allies. When he finished, she couldn't help but smile a little to herself. Jax was a good and strong man but she knew she could no longer take him always running into these wars. He was a warrior and she was not. It was the same as what Yuroic had been and she couldn't take another loss like that again.

Focusing for a brief moment on the situation in space, she was still connected to those on the ground and heading there. Feeling the loss of life, even if it did belong to the Bryn'Adul, tore slightly at her heart. Death was a part of life and there was purpose in death, that didn't mean she had to like it. Maybe she had a small hand in their deaths but she felt no guilt for it. She had not done the striking blow and was thankful for that. She already had blood on her hands and she no desire for more.

The Master was an empath and picked up on a few stray emotions. Fear was present and within the Bryn'Adul, she would attempt to make this stronger and demoralize them. Unfortunately for her, her attempt was blocked by one of them. That was fine though. As much as he blocked her, she was able to block him too. Alone, they were very likely equal in strength. In terms of performing Battle Meditation and enhancing their allies. He had successfully kept her from manipulating his allies but she could still help hers.

Following on the footsteps of his refute, she sensed more troops arriving in a form she had been expecting. Having once met these men, these clones, she welcomed them into the fold. They would also feel the touch of her Meditation. Already having been trained for this type of action, their commanders would become more confident and the troops themselves would feel stronger. Both mentally and physically.

Her own senses were enhanced at the same time and she could feel the effort Mig Gred was putting into his Alter Environment. Feeling his weakening, she touched him with the Force and revitalized him again. There was a sudden sense of a greater fear coming from those on the planet. Attempting to quell this, she sent a stronger wave of feeling to them. Each of them would hopefully feel this touch and center themselves to face what was coming with a brave face. She couldn't save them all but at least they would be fortified mentally.

Doing everything she could with so many people and forces, her skills were spread thin but this was what she had trained her whole life for. Taking a moment to recenter herself and gain more focus, she picked up another ship that was still feeling some fear and anxiety. Hoping she could still bring some change, she reached out to touch those on board with Yula Perl and Dagon Kaze . If she could send them any sort of message it would be one of certain victory. Calm and serene now, Jairdain felt she could relax for a moment or two. After a few breaths, she would then turn her focus to a specific Bryn'Adul.

Do you wish to fight for control of this field?

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: ANV Pegasus
Equipment: Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Aayla Shan , Jairdain , Varn Barakis , Liedran Kathause , Beltran Rarr , Crosten Feyn , Commander Kren, Aien Mueller, Mig Gred , Subject 73 Red , Thirdas Heavenshield


Jax had ever given a speech before.

Well there were those times that he accepted all those music awards as Bushido Brown but they were more racy and not as important and inspiring as the one he gave. It was a speech that was told in stories about the dashing warrior giving his soldiers a prep before they charged heroically into battle. Jax never thought of himself as dashing but through the force he felt that everyone was riled up and ready to fight the Bryn and make sure that they will not take Sev Tok and they will know the true might of a united Galaxy. Jax and the rest of the squad hurried to the dropships, with Jax placing his prosthetic hand on to the metal handle. Aayla and Varn filled the Jedi with praise which caused him to blush a bit and his ego to grow only a little.

"I'd much rather dive into a nest of Gundarks butt naked." Jax chuckled at Aayla's remark that he should be a politician. "To be honest being a Jedi is all I know and fighting in the front lines to save lives is something I just see myself doing for a long time."

Maybe forever, a Jedi's life is a life of servitude to an ideal, to a faction. Even though attachments were allowed, a Jedi always puts duty first well they should have any way. "Besides," Jax continued looking at his Zabarak friend. "I'm hoping that I've burned more than Bryn ears, be taking the old saying words are like arrows hurled to the ignorant to a whole new level."

The news regarding the flagship wasn't great, the ship continued to tank hits and were about to land onto the city. Commodore Liedran was ordering her crew to prepare for battle and already he picked up radio chatter of the Clone Army rushing past the Alliance fleet and making landing on the surface. Jax's blood ran cold, he still never got over the fact that his Master bought a clone army. The Grand Army of the Silvers the Kaminoans said why didn't Master Oda tell Jax about this? More importantly why would he be willing to clone himself as part of that army? Given what happened the last time the Jedi was granted a Clone army, Jax felt uncomfortable with the whole ordeal. Even the Jairdain and the Silvers were confused and suspicious about the Clones.

Many eyes fell on Jax on Kayshykk ever since the whole Clone Army was leaked to the public. While Jairdain quelled the the crowd, Jax could never shake off the feeling of wariness he was getting from his Jedi brethren. "Pilot," Jax said. "Patch me to Crosten."


The dropships began to leave the Peagsus making a beeline towards the surface. "Sir," the pilot said. "We just received word that the ground team has activated their AA batteries and are firing upon the Flagship."

"Looks like it's begun," Jax said. "Crosten this is Jax we're heading to the surface ETA 5 minutes have the your Clone squad defend the more powerful AA guns. All Alliance and Silver ground teams this Jedi Knight Thio, we're heading to Anvil to reinforce you. What's your status? Over."

While he waited for their responses, Jax turned to the squad "Today is the first day for the rest of our lives ladies an gentlemen," Jax said "Let's go make history."

 

[Aayla Shan]

ALLIES​

Varn Barakis Liedran Kathause Beltran Rarr Jairdain Jax Thio [

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


She blurted out a laugh then, covering her mouth almost immediately. In all the time she had known him... Hell, known them she wasn't sure they had ever heard her laugh, a nasally chortle that betrayed the savage look she had. She cleared her throat, looking out the viewport, trying not to think of anyone diving into a Gundark next, but teeming with joy at the thought. In a sense, that was what it was about... Moments like this. Perhaps Jairdain was hitting her a little hard with the sauce, but she felt good. Win or Lose, Life or Death; she was just ready to carve these bastards like Tip-Yip... Not that she had ever eaten Tip-Yip, or even been to Endor... Hell maybe if she survived this that was her next stop. In any case, she nodded to Varn Barakis as he agreed with her, glancing back to Jax as he mentioned fighting on the front lines.

"Well one of us has to retire, and I'm not winning any beauty pageants anytime soon..."

She smirked then, watching as that Bryn'Adul ship barreled to the earth. It had to be at least a mile long... She wondered how much cockroaches they had stuffed inside, then again; she was high on her allies strength; only finding resolve in whatever ridiculous number the Bryn'Adul had decided to throw at them. Her weapons didn't take, or need ammunition. And she knew how to last longer this time. As soon as they breached the atmosphere, she would add on to that sentiment though.

"I get it... Me too... Where the heck else would I die.. I've been doing this since I was a child; gasping on my breath as an old woman just doesn't sit right with me... Maybe one of these things will get lucky today, but somehow I doubt it..."

"After this I want them to go find their own tree to inscribe their dead on, or cave... Or whatever they live in..."

A fair amount of poison was audible in that second sentence, rightfully so, and yet her signature in the Force mirrored their own; calm, collected, ready.

As they continued their descent, she noted some frost on the window, and asked casually, and aloud

"Was it supposed to snow?"

 

[Laertia Io]

Lyssa went off to the Shield Generator of the city while Maple began escorting civilians to the tunnels, taking one of the Bio-Blasters as a back up weapon.

They had easily enough to go around, as the guns came in the form of seeds, that, when a small Gamma laser (which came provided with the gun seed) was applied, grew quickly into a rifle. She directed her son's to do as Beltran Rarr advised and had the rifles sent out to those defending the outer wall and shield generator, priority being given to the Militia. Some of The Militia had heard of the Nuetralizers. Almost everyone had at this point. Their sadistic quips when killing people made them a source of absolute fear and hatred in some sections. The Model 1's, in spite of their defeat at Sarka, had gained a reputation nonetheless as an effective Slayer of Bryn'adul.

But more than the deadly weapons mounted on them, more than the sadistic joking before gruesome murders, was the fact they walked like people, not droids. There was an individuality to each, even the new, bulkier ones.

The Militia who knew what they were were absolutely terrified of the Sons of Darth Xiphos, and the ones who didn't were afraid just because of the fact they looked like Death's very emissaries.

"Greetings. My name is Gerard. Tonight, we dine in Hell." Gerard The Nuetralizer explained to approaching Militia as he handed out the Bio-Rifles, explaining how they worked. They essentially recharged like a clone commando pistol, but only had Twenty-007 (27) shots to it's internal magazine Organ.

The things quivered, twitched and were heavy to lug around. But they were essentially fresh from prototyping. Invaluable data would be received from the results of this battle. As before, surviving Warbots were duty bound to recover any enemy tissue samples or weapons found in enemy hands if it could be achieved.

Cyprian Ichar approached Xiphos, who advised her on his ability to Rozzum Summon. She was glad to see at least one friendly face here.

"Good to see you, Cyprian." Darth Xiphos said to the Leader of the Belarac.

"It seems I am playing catch-up to you in the bio weapons department..." She said, gesturing to his armor.

"But I'm glad you're here, Cyprian." Xiphos said. "Anything that can stop the worms is good business. They'll be here soon. One of their Force users is already attempting to cast a pall over the battlefield.

Xiphos looked up, feeling The Epitaph. Tathra Khaeus was aboard it.

She had never witnessed or felt such a being so poisoned by madness and Genocidal hatred as that Warlord. Even The Amalgam wasn't as insane as he was, and The Amalgam was pretty damn insane.

Xiphos would do everything in her power to deny him Sev-Tok. She would butcher and butcher into the morning if she had to, and past that.

With every race he destroyed, every society he crushed, he only justified more and more the necessity of utterly obliterating his. A terrible vengeance for the Galaxy upon The Bryn'adul was on the horizon, and when it came, they would wonder how they could have thought listening to their Warlord could possibly end in anything other than madness and damnation for all of them.

They would pay for their atrocities in the only acceptable way. The only punishment that could possibly register to such a callous, vicious society.

Annihilation.

"Sister?"

Xiphos was snapped from her anguish and destructive mindset by a familiar voice.

She spotted her in a Dark Blue Armored Catsuit, a slender, athletic blond woman with golden skin.

Melissa Io. Her sister that Laertia had asked to publicly denounce Laertia to save herself.

Xiphos went still as Melissa approached.

"It's been so long..." Melissa said.

"It is a fortuitous day indeed to fight by Family..." Xiphos said.

Melissa looked down at First Sister . "Whose that?"

"This is First Sister. She's here of her own free will and she can shock things to death. First Sister? This is my...Sister. Melissa Io."

"A pleasure..." Melissa said, not realizing she was talking to an apprentice of Carnifex.

"Everyone! Make sure to pour fire in the direction of these things!" A Nuetralizer called out in the distance.

Xiphos turned back to First Sister.

"Thank you for showing up, First. It means a great deal to me." Xiphos assured her. "Today, you join me in the shedding of Bryn'adul blood. We shall punish these vile monsters for their Genocidal Insolence. We shall make them fight for every wretched centimeter..."

"Everyone, get in position!" She called out to the Nuetralizers. They began to make their way past the outer wall, Militia still receiving the Bio-Blasters.

"Beltran, I'm heading to the outer wall. I can send some of my Nuetralizers to you as reinforcement. A combo of Model 1's and my brand new Model 2's."

Xiphos began moving with Melissa, dispatching shuttles over comms to retrieve the soldiers Beltran mentioned.

Meanwhile.

Maple moved in her living, black and red web pattern Ooglith, the suit whispering sweet nothings in her ear in her own voice as she escorted a small pack of civilians...

...and ran smack dab into Starlin Rand .

The Obsidian Squire scowled under the web pattern face covering. Xiphos had briefed her. The one who played student to Xiphos's Squeeze.

Maple knew that the NIO and possibly even the SJC must have some sort of file on her by this point, given she had fought at Korriban and Ziost, and was a known associate of Xiphos.

The civilians had been given Bio-Blasters themselves to at least have something to defend with.

The Golden Eye kept her hands on her rifle as she approached him.

"Nice night for a walk, eh?" She muttered grimly. "I'm just escorting civilians. There's a lot more heading our way..."

 

[Udomek Seker]

STANDOFF

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

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Udomeksquad captain moved past each of his men and attached a Quilxyn to their armor. Each nodded their gratitude to the captain. It was an extra set of protection for the fight ahead. As each gave their gratitude for the honor the Epitaph began shake and violently as the storm of fire hit along with the descent beginning for the surface. As the shields dropped it got even worse, all the juggernauts from all the brigades found themselves linking together to steady themselves.


Udomek found his arms linked with two of his squad mates on each side. The fear was real event he albino found his teeth and butt cheeks clenching tightly. He did not want to die in space or the atmosphere never making it to the battlefield. In his mind he prayed to whatever elders or God that was looking down on the Bryn’adul. Let us make it to the ground to die in combat not before the strike he prayed over and over in his head.


Inside his helmet still stained with blood the only part of his armor to survive his last war against the Jedi his eyes shut. The fists of his hands squeezed tightly as the Epitaph shook all around him all other sounds drowned out by the violence of this entry and thoughts of wanting to feel the real ground beneath his feet flooded his mind. He wanted to charge from this cracking eggshell he was trapped in and destroy what ever enemy came his way. He wanted it, he needed it, he hated this void of space there was nothing to take his anxiety out on.

 

[Quoron Ver'dum]

Phase One
Location: Aboard the Epitaph
Allies: Krarolk T'manu | Ostak Cl'mana | Sethrak | Udomek Seker | Osam | Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Hrajlmak'Natok | Sylok'Vanari | Primarch Drek'ma |
Enemies: TBD
Armour | Shield | Ravager Marksmen Rifle | Mangler Submachine Gun | Syphon Beam Rifle |

The Epitaph rippled through the orbit, the Gunboats and Phedraks inside shaking as the kinetic build up of the warships descent rattled every plate of metal that lined the warship. This was the point of no return, and even as his confidence grew with the speeches and the encouragement of battle meditation through the Seer and the Ashaka; Vaydralen was still very aware the unforeseen could happen. The Gunboat swayed against the magnetic clamps that held it in place, striking against another softly as those within grasped at bracing handles or the walls to steady themselves. One of his own kind, nearly tripped over his own left hoove as he fell to his knee. Quoron hunched down, grasping his brethren before he could hit the floor too hard.

"Steady brother! Steady, all of you!"

The explosions of the Kraemonen escort crafts being destroyed were deafening, forcing Quoron to instinctually cover his ears as the Gunboat shook again, throwing his back against the deployment bay. The Vaydralen grunted in annoyance at his lack of poise. He was unused to the laws of space travel, he wanted to be on ground now.

All around them and all across the ship, claxons began to blare red. An indication that they were near to landing, he felt his heart in his chest beating like a drum as the battle drew closer and closer. Quoron grasped the bracing handle with one hand, and the Mangler on his thigh with another. His breath, rapid as he hardened his focus. The logistics were not in their favour, but he had been around Draelvasier to know that they spat in the face of such things. They were seconds from impact with the shield as a yellow bare intermingled with the red of the blaring claxons. Their shields were down, perhaps to allow the utility of the radesh oil? He could not know.

"Brace for impact! Wait, brace for impending collision!" Quoron's focus was shifted as he heard those words. Brace for what?

He nor the others in the Gunboat had time to ask the question as the Epitaph and the Midnight Darkest collided. The Vandal could not tell what was happening beyond the confines of his own Gunboat, nor did he need to to interpret it from the effects within. The Gunboats slammed against each other violently, one becoming detached from its magnetic fixture as he crashed down through the infantry barracks of the Epitaph. Quoron's head was thrown back, his helmet the only thing keeping its contents from being turned into membrane soup as he cried out in pain.