Invasion &nbsp; System Shock: Fear Control | TSC Invasion of GE-held Coruscant Superhex Objective Two

Varin Mortifer

Kesh Hevro

The fleet opened up on the drop pods as they fell within range, along with the compliment of AA and DLTs set about like angry ants. Those dropping in would find themselves under a hale of flak, heavy blaster fire, and the odd turbolaser here, and there. A steel rain to bath the intruders as they approached. In concordance with the appearance of a threat from the upper walkways the defensive forces responded appropriately, opening up on the invaders from pillboxes and emplacements. The pre placed mines began to do their jobs as the Sith landed in a peppered fashion about the AO.

From the bridge of the Voidtreader, Lucius watched in anger as beams fell on some of the outlying buildings from the incoming enemy fleet, who opened up when they got in range. There salvo certainly aided the Sith drops in the areas it touched, vaporizing defenders and civilians alike, but overall integrity was maintained.

"Let's remind them we're here." Lucius half growled out as he motioned at the mass of enemy vessels that had just come within range, deploying fighters to engage both enemy fighters and their transports. Bombers screamed out of the hangar towards

Hasuras Na-Gerra 's contingent and turbo lasers centered on anything they could find, opening up in a fury filled opening salvo.

Something about the fleet filled Lucius with an intense anger. Something he had trouble placing, beyond the fact that they were currently fighting them and the history between the two. A murmur shifted through his mind. It excited him, sending a shard through the back of his mind.

"Close with them. Prepare the Naval Infantry." Lucius ordered. Allowing the order time to sink in among his crew as they communicated it to the rest of the 3rd. As those on the ground bled so would the proud men and women of the Imperial Navy. This was home for many of them, the city and the fleet, and none were keen on allowing the invaders to take it from them. Regardless of the price commanded by such a task.

Vabaun Redmond · Jan 21, 2026

Post 2
ISB HQ, Coordinating Company battleline with other commanders

Varin Mortifer

Kesh Hevro

Captain Redmond laughed as the opening blows of the battle began, punctuated by the appearance of drop troops and the beginning of the war in the air. It was all an incredible display of light and sound, a testament to galactic effort and development towards technological innovation for millenia. The AA began doing it's job, then followed the DLTs and mortars as the enemy began to reach appropriate distances.

A chorus of curses rung out as the enemy as

Hasuras Na-Gerra 's vessels opened up on the.outskirts of the defenses, on the civilian side mostly, smashing buildings with plasma and killing more than a few. Within seconds their own Navy began to respond, opposing multi colored plasma flashing across the Coruscant sky. Colonel Kilgore spoke calmy over the command radio. "Keep it tight."

The other officers knew what that meant without further elaboration. Do not alternate defensive posture to account for casualties on the extremity of the perimeter. A general fall back was given to those unlucky enough to be caught in the mess of rubble and plasma, but no one would be moving beyond their own enplacements to save them. They couldn't. Given the situation the Stormtrooper Corp fully understood what was expected of them. Hold meant hold, and it was truly their only hope of confronting this mess and making it out. Though many of them wouldn't be walking.

He looked to his left as the DLTs on an upper walkway opened up on something he couldn't see, either a drop pod or transport, probably. His radio crackled as the walkway team called in mortar support, which was quickly granted as a few launched towards the coordinates given by the pillboxes.

Lee Redmond · Jan 21, 2026

Post 2
ISB HQ, Waiting for nearby casualties to begin

Varin Mortifer

Kesh Hevro

PFC Redmond hunkered behind a low reinforced wall with a group of Rifleman, who'd had their barrels centered along the front paths to the HQ. He held his own the same, centering the reticule far down range where the first sign of enemy contact was evident. The DLTs and mortars responded before the regular infantry even had a chance to think about firing, though at those ranges the enemy was far away dots, poking at the edges of the frontmost boxes. Defense in depth. Buildings crashed ahead as enemy turbolasers smashed into them, before their own forces responded in turn. The whole spectacle of it was overwhelming. Deadly and horrible, but equally beautiful. Lee took a breath as echoes thundered through his helmet's filters, distant drop pods hitting and being responded to by surgical Imperial fire, honed through relentless hours of drill and training.

Many of the stormtroopers surrounding him weren't simply tourists, they lived there, a large bulk of the forces of the 3rd being drawn for Coruscant or places nearby. To them it wasn't just ground to take or give, it was ground to live and die on. The result of unimaninable effort on part of those that came before them.

He'd be damned if he let them do that. The medic, generally the calmest of his family aggression speaking, felt a flash of anger, gripping his rifle and waiting for a target to get into blaster range or for one of his fellows to call for help. He didn't like having to wait, but knew it.wouldn't help anyone if the medic or any others like him moved towards the outer reaches. They were there for that reason, to be at the edge of the field and draw fire.

Redmond · Jan 21, 2026

Post 2
Foederatti Advance
Beneath the Sun

Tags @Kraskorr The Maw

Kesh Hevro @Da ' Razel Arixa Pazela

Arris Windrun @Vexerion

Xan Atropus St. Thomas Barran

Norman followed his Khan as bid, electrified at the energy erupting around him. It felt like the entire planet was being woken up at once, as of the world itself was responding to the prescence of the intruders. They hoofed it through the dark beneath the long shadows cast by the enemy vessels in the clustered, poorer neighborhoods in the area. The great blue sky would be rewarding many for their actions today.

They moved silenty, as ordered, the only noise being the echoing of their equipment and breathing as they moved along with their tribe and the contingent of allies tagging along with them. In his mind's eye he believed he could see the point of the manuever, in conjunction with the other forces.

It brought a wide smile to the ancient man's face.

The Khan's security moved comfortably as a pack of wolves in the chaos. Norman kept his right hand free as they lugged the mg around, on the off chance he'd have to draw his sidearm before they got set up.

Lysander von Ascania · Jan 21, 2026

Armor | Helm | Sword

Allies:

Xan Atropus Arixa Pazela

Darth Amaymon
Foe: St. Thomas Barran

Jas Katis Jordi Massad

Tamna Korvan

Target(s):

Vabaun Redmond

Lee Redmond
Open

The soft hum would weave its notes as he shifted smoothly on his heels.. rocking with ease. Below their ship, the air was filled with blaster fire and drop pods thundering violently into the ground. The tune ebbed away when

Varin Mortifer 's presence pulled his focus. Lysander turned then, twin emeralds acknowledging him. There they would rest, registering something unfamiliar. Of course, he wouldn't pry, but the discomfort was clear in the other apprentice's expression.

“Long enough that the galaxy has moved on twice over.. but I have not, brother. Some things refuse to fade, no matter how much time insists they should.”

His attention lowered to the rosary after, falling silent, for he understood the value of such sacred moments; there was a piety to Lysander as well.. though it was to the Dark he pledged himself now.

Attention drifted to the Chiss

Ansisa standing near the titan

Hasuras Na-Gerra , a presence too large to ignore. A grin traced the edge of his mouth and the teen's chin dipped. “Then let the tally begin,” excitement threading the words. "A little competition has its uses. Let’s make it count, yeah?”

He would not push back as his awareness widened from Gerra's blessing. The connection would find him ready.

From there he crossed to a crate, lifting the small book Lady Talon had given him back on Jutrand. The weight was deceptive, as he’d learned quickly enough, for it was more than just a guide. This was also a tool. Something meant to serve him here. She had told him to read it, and he had. Now he skimmed a single page once more.. to align. The words settled into place, and beneath the calm veneer the Dark stirred in response, coiling within, rising to meet his will. With each syllable, Lysander's power grew.

A gift, in some ways.

Then, the book was closed, left to rest, as he turned back toward the hangar. Lysander was not alone in the space, for a squad of acolytes waited nearby. They were drawn to him without needing to be called. And they would move when he moved. The ISB Headquarters awaited, and he was prepared to lead them out into the fire.

A change of plans, indeed. Now, they were in a low atmosphere. With control.. the fall would be survivable.

The hangar lay open ahead.. a gateway to hell. He strode to the edge, boots right on the threshold, with a moment taken to peer at the city below.

A cacophony of presences beckoned him not far off.. and amongst them

Acier Moonbound was found.

<<Don’t die out there. I’d hate to lose the joy of beating on you. We’re running it again after this.>>

The kind of dialect that only a training partner would recognize.

Near the palace, he found

Srina Talon . <<Today, the fire is mine to learn. A dragon’s beginning.>>

To convey that her lesson from Jutrand would be applied.

A maroon helm sealed with a hiss as he glanced back over his shoulder at Gerra and the others, two fingers lifting in a salute before taking the final step and dropping from the deployment hatch. The acolytes followed him down, bodies cutting through the air.

Delvin jeth · Jan 22, 2026

Optional objective: collect specimens to run experiments on later and/or leave with data

Engaging

Kesh Hevro and other GE allies

Delvin had arrived via cloaked vessel while he would arrive to help the sith covenant take over corusant. Primarily to pay back the Galactic empire for what it did to arkania he walked the battle torn streets with a gold plated curved hilt lightsaber at his side and synthweave clothing. As he walked the streets his lightsaber in hand as he left a wanton path of destruction in his wake.

The darksider was tired of endless war even if he saw the value in it for the growth of his work. As he walked the smoke covered streets he sensed the carnage around him it brought no great sense of pleasure to his face. This sense of wanting more power and never having enough it never took root inside his head or his heart as he walked the streets slaughtering Galactic empire soldiers through sith sorcery and lightsaber. As he made his way towards an archive center seeing if the Galactic empire held knowledge that would intrigue him or any leftover knowledge from the Galactic alliance. For no Noble reason beyond the thirst for knowledge.

Xan Atropus · Jan 22, 2026

X A N . A T R O P U S

| Location | The Twilight Gladius en route to Coruscant, ISB Headquarters

| Objective | Fires of Liberation

His declaration was met with fervor and doubt in equal measures, an expected outcome given that many were not fighters nor interested in putting their lives on the line for a stranger who had liberated them from an otherwise awful fate at the hands of the Dark Side Elite and imperial intelligence officers. Xan lifted the saber from the pilot's neck, satisfied that the illusion of their stealthy entry was intact, turning towards the group to briefly discuss with those present what would follow once they reached the surface.

A choice that lacked foresight.

As the renegade Sith turned his back, the pilot ever so slightly altered the flight path, deviating a few degrees. Not enough for anyone else aboard the ship to notice, but enough for ground control to notice, and immediately hail the ship once more.

<"Overlord to Twilight Gladius, your flight path is deviating. Correct course immedia-"> A pause followed by Overlord returning to the line.

<"Overlord to Twilight Gladius. We have reports of attacks on Coruscant. Maintain altitude and do not la-."> The chatter immediately drew Atropus' attention as he turned to get back to the pilot, saber ignited once more.

The pilot hastily shouted into the comms, knowing it would be his only attempt at warning his fellow Imperials, <"Twilight Gladius to Overlord, the ship is compromised! Long live the Empi-">

The pilot had a gloved hand cover their mouth, pulling their head back before a crimson saber penetrated their chest from behind. The knowledge of his own demise, regardless of his compliance, was enough to warrant his final act of service to his Empire. Anti-air emplacements began to immediately turn to target the Twilight Gladius, letting loose fire upon the ship. The ship rumbled as it took hits, starting to dive towards the surface.

Hesitation is weakness, and now they will all die because of your failure... A shadowy voice whispered in Atropus' mind. His breathing became shallow as he wrenched his saber free from the dead pilot, grasping at his head with his free hand as if trying to claw the voice out of his mind. He growled like an abused animal, repeatedly whispering, "No, no, no!"His saber lashed out against a shadowy figure that only he could see, relentlessly slashing at the dead pilot who served as the target of his anguish and torment; A horrifying sight to say the least for those around him. A shadowy figure appeared to his side, visible to only Atropus, arms behind their back, a singsong voice only heard by him, taunting him, "They will all die because of you. Worthless wretch!" Xan shouted in anger, "NO!", swinging his saber to decapitate and disperse the shadowy figure.

His saber shut off as he clipped it to his belt, turning to those present with him on the bridge as he raised both his arms up, channeling his rage and fury. It clearly posed a strain on him as he let out an anguished cry, fingers trembling as they clawed at the air. Large panels tore themselves from the walls, sparks scattering as they floated to the group, herding Arixa Pazela and those who were separate from the larger group together. Metal walls wrapped around the group, crumpling to provide a physical dome from any debris that might fall upon them, layering it with an unseen barrier conjured by the Force to protect them from being roasted alive in the ensuing flames.

Or serve as a tomb, his hatred and fury being what determined whether they survived or burned in the crash.

Fate would decide.

The ship rumbled as explosions dotted the hull, the unfortunate many not aboard the bridge suffering a fiery end as fire and smoke belched from the ship. In a final attempt to ensure their survival, Xan raised an arm back, an unseen hand reaching for the controls to pull the nose of the ship upwards with what power remained as it came crashing down towards the ISB headquarters.

[ Open ]

Varin Mortifer · Jan 22, 2026

OBJ: 2

Equipment: Eye of The Dragon, The Black Blade of Chandrila, Heavy mace

Varin watched as Lysander turned to speak with him. The musing and silvered words rang towards him and he slowly nodded in agreement.

“The galaxy may move while we stand resolute. Bonds unshaken and unbroken.”

He slowly slipped the rosary into his belt pouch, the beads gently clacked together to create their own rhythm along the bombardment of mortar fire just outside the doors. When Ansisa spoke Varin’s gaze turned towards her unhurried. At the mention of competition a grin cracked over his face, though they wouldn’t see it. His attention shifted to the titan Na-Gerra, a tilt of his head in agreement.

“I would not rob you of such glory, Titan. But I will carve a trail.”

He turned back to Lysander and Ansisa.

“I certainly hope you all can keep up then, the last time I killed someone of royalty I sat upon his pitiful throne. You both get the head start. I must meet my platoon, then we board.”

He gave Ansisa a soft nod of recognition in her words as Lysander shifted to a crate with a small tome. It breathed power. It caused Varin’s gaze to glare slightly as if trying to understand it, perhaps a subject he would ask him about later. He then watched him shift towards the opening Varin responding with a more relaxed salute before Lysander dove.

Varin then turned and walked past Ansisa and Na-Gerra, heading towards the ship hangar where his platoon waited so patiently for him. It was the first time he had led such a larger body of men and women. He walked down the halls as alarms blared for people to get into ready positions, those who ran past him parted for him as he walked down the center, the smoldering cloak practically dragged behind him as faint embers and sparks flew off of him. He stopped by the door into the hangar and took a deep breath.

The door opened revealing a large squadron of Nagai soldiers standing in ready formation. Vibroblades blasters and shivs at the ready. He stepped down the steps one heavy bootfall at a time as if they were counting the seconds to fire and fury that would spread to the hull of their prey. He looked at them all. Each face was committed to memory, etched into his mind so he would know who fell and who stood. Those that fell would receive a funeral rite, those who lived would honor their memories.

He took a deep breath as the faint thuds of battle echoed in the chamber.

“The empire believes that large class ships win wars. That they win battles.”

His gaze followed the line where they all stood in silence and patience, but eagerness.

“That they hold top tier equipment to give them an edge in combat. That they believe it gives them the right to the galaxy.”

His voice began to raise.

“They believe they are untouchable.”

His hand fell to the hilt of his sword, gripping tightly.

“All they have given us is a bigger target, filled to the brim with tech that can easily fail. Creating more complications for themselves. Advanced tech can only take you so far as their limits.”

A moment of pause.

“They believe we will simply board them with ships. Give them opportunities to blow us out of the skies.”

He took a harsh breath.

“Their beliefs mean nothing in the face of true Sith. Topple their pitiful beliefs, their so called superiority. Show them that warriors win wars, not technology.”

His words echoed to each of them as the temperature began to brew in the hangar.

“Show them their beliefs are nothing compared to the facts of the blade.”

His voice fell quieter as if he were speaking personally to each ones ear.

“Slaughter them. Trophy them. Then bask in your glory.”

The hangar doors opened, the sounds of bombardment grew louder in the chamber as the ship began to pull broadside to the Star Destroyer. Cannons trading fire back and forth, the hulls shook with each impact, fighters flew past in their own fire fights and below them, the bombardment continued upon the buildings just as cannon fire continued at broadside.

Varin’s voice rose once more as he pulled the heavy blade from its sheath, the ring of scraping metal like a bell that tolled the death of those in his opposition and rose it high in declaration.

“We are the axe! Crush our enemies under your might! Bring glory to the Sith!”

He pointed the terrifying black blade forward towards the opening as he walked past the platoon leading the charge. The familiarity of the weight felt just like home and comfort. Today the blade would drink the blood and devour the marrow of their enemies in great abundance.

The Nagai platoon let out a loud war cry as they charged the opening, cladded in their combat armor. They all jumped, thrusters pushing them all to the attacking ship's surface. Some collided with incoming fighters. Gone without a chance to even fight. Varin paid no mind to it, the platoon would have time to mourn after the battle.

Allies:

Hasuras Na-Gerra |

Lysander von Ascania |

Ansisa |

Acier Moonbound |

Xan Atropus | Arixa Pazela |

Darth Amaymon
Foes: St. Thomas Barran |

Kesh Hevro |

Jas Katis | Jordi Massad |

Tamna Korvan |

Lucius Redmond

St. Thomas Barran · Jan 22, 2026

TAGS

Redmond

Xan Atropus

BENEATH THE CITY
{WARPOSTING/ISB COUNTER-INSURGENCY)
III

B L O O D H O U N D

G H O U L | K A R S E R E S | B R E A K E R

EXITING THE UNDERCITY, SUB-DISTRICT 6,
IMPERIAL CENTER, CORUSCANT (904 ABY)

'The feth?'
'Ah, local surface-dwellers... Armed too.'
'Are those Mawite emblems? They are! STAND DOWN, BOYS!!!! THEY'RE ON OUR SIDE THIS TIME!!!!'
'Fethin' better be.'

[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM]

'Kark me, lads! That one was closer than you'd think. You boys looking for support, by chance?', the Coruscanti ringleader pondered amid the commencement of enemy bombardments, proving himself without declaration that he'd lived through the planet's worst years in recent memory, and probably a few more on some other planet in the Core. Giving the Khan no other choice but to shrug acceptance, sensing a lack of other options before the final order was given, thus he would eventually nod assent and let the old man continue,'Now, we've been waiting for our chance to join the fight, and for a long-ass time, One-Eye.... GA didn't like it, NJO liked it even less, Dark Empire didn't trust us enough, but then this fella Redmond comes along and hands out guns to the streets. We still can't believe our luck, but we're here now, and we're ready.', taking a liking to this crowd in the process.

Ragtag though they appeared, its was clear that decades of war had made them appropriately resolute, and if there were more armed paramilitaries of the sort in the inner-city districts, Barran knew that they could present quite the solid front against the Covenant. Even for all those the Khan would miss or turn away, enough there would still remain to cause more than enough terror for enemy stragglers, making their own point of dragging their opportunistic foes into dark, unseen corners; and after considering this, the Khan would almost shudder sympathetically for all Covenanters caught separated from their units, as their lives were already walking into the most grisly, agonising fates that day.

'In that case, stick with me, an' rally as many militias as ye can find on the way - deal?'
'Deal.'
'Good, lets move ou-'

[CRACK]
[THUD]

A well-placed shot, though the sniper who sent that slug-round downrage would certainly have grumbled that it had not landed a little higher, but in Ghoul's view, it probably would have been better to die quickly than to suffer that blow to the ribcage. But to the Horselord Atrisian's credit, he would not take long to snap out of his flailing aches, and when Ghoul eventually exclaimed,'Gyah! Bastards! I just put that flak-plate in today!', Barran could tell that the armour had fulfilled the purpose of it's design. Ever the indomitable Darkhan, it was clear to see that he was still eager for the fight, and even under intense enemy fire, Ghoul was not going to sit idly by whilst his adversaries were still breathing.

'Get on your fething feet, Ghoul! Shoulder that blaster an' find some cover!'
'Copy that, Great Khan. Lets get after it!'
'NOW WE'RE TALKING!!!!'

With the firefight erupting to grander extreme by then, it granted the Mawite commandry (along with all the new battle-brethren they had gained just moments before) enough room to make an effective fighting withdrawal westward, fighting in a direction that landed them in the idea spot to pick and choose between sieges at will. Alas, they still needed to make it there, but with more locals taking note of their own in the fighting, the task would gradually pick up pace with enemies likely taking severe casualties in the pursuit, thus all that was required was for the Maw's only visible contingent to believe in the determination that initially led them from their tunnel-entrance deployment.

'COME ON, YE COVENANT FIENDS!!!! COME CHASE THE NOMADS!!!!'

Proudly baiting his foes to give chase, the Bloodhound would make sure his pursuers committed to their endeavour, but if things went quiet after a while, this would only mean one thing. But if it turned out the pursuit would end, this would only indicate that their pursuers were more than mere rabble after all, a matter of which the Khan could only commend for it's wisdom; but time still awaited for this eventuality to occur, and with developments already moving along a little too quickly, St. Thomas could only drive it from the mind as he on to his intended destination. Greater happenings were afoot at the time, and the Khan was in no mood to miss a beat on that day of days, not with the highest stakes of all time resting on the proverbial table.

The chase would need to continue, but in gaining a chance to look at his holo-watch, and much to the great satisfaction of the one-eyed Woad, the growing clique were already halfway to the place in mind. But after a while, it seemed as though Barran's little prediction was coming true, as it seemed that a fair portion of their assailants had seemingly peeled off since the chase began, likely on orders not to stray too far from the siege on ISB Headquarters. Soon after, however, the true blessings would begin to manifest for the Khan, and in ways that defied all expectation; but not only in one, familiar aspect, but also in another, unexpected contrast, and all in one, domino-falling succession of fortunate circumstances.

<"Unchained to Bloodhound. We have pressed forth. Awaiting further orders.">
<"Come rally, wi' me, in High-Flats Boulevard! LET US PLANT OUR BANNERS TOGETHER!!!!">

'YUUUUUSSSSS!!!! DEATH'S HAND ARE WITH US!!!!'
'LETS FETHING GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!'

With enough distance between their own positions and those of their last, most-eager pursuers, the rest was just a hard sprint for the High-Flats, and with good news already running alongside the escaping quarry, it would not be long before they felt like the wind was at their backs. However, not two streets away at the time, there would be sounds of warfare raging unabated, and against the Khan's better judgement, a destined curiosity was taking sudden grip of his free-will. Many others in Barran's position would have finished the last leg of the route, but due to it's close proximity to their intended destination, the one-eyed Woad felt he could not ignore what would, effectively, amount to trouble on his intended doorstep.

Signals would be given by hand to proceed on to their objective, pats on the back would be given to assure them he would be safe, and with everyone moving to the High-Flats, the Khan would find the most-fitting overlook of all the tallest buildings in that direction. Finding his preferred vantage-point soon later, all that St. Thomas needed to do beyond that was to use his powers for high-reaching leap, but when he landed on his personally-chosen rooftop, he would find a sight almost too uncanny to believe at first. It was Hellions PMC, one of the longest-running rivals to the Khan in battle, and against all predictions, were fighting the Covenant instead of the Galactic Empire.

Beyond the recognition of banner and equipment alike, it would not take long for St. Thomas to detect Jas' presence after that, pinpointing the position of a man who had tried his best to kill the Khan in years bygone.

'KAAAAAAATIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!!!!'

~=Never thought I'd find you killing Covies.=~
~=Meet me at the High-Flats, I have an idea.=~

Ansisa · Jan 22, 2026

Tag: Direct:

Hasuras Na-Gerra

Varin Mortifer

TSC:

Xan Atropus Vestra Tane

Darth Amaymon
Arixa Pazela

GE:

Redmond Jordi Massad St. Thomas Barran

Vabaun Redmond

Location: Enroute to the ISB HQ

The others were in agreement and the game was afoot. Lysander moved with his acolytes gracing them with a salute before stepping out the hangar doors a falling into the fight that beckoned below. The dark side swelled, the deaths of hundreds already felled by the hellfire that rained down upon Crouscant's miserable surface.

Varin moved away too, preparing his Nagai warriors for the boarding leaving her momentarily alone with the titan that was

Hasuras Na-Gerra . Ansisa turned to face him fully, crimson eyes drinking in all of him with a hungry smile that curved her lips. "Try not to bring the building down before I get out." She turned away heading for the hangar door that Lysander had stepped out of. "I would hate to make another dent in those pockets of yours if you have to put me back together again."

The battle roared beyond, heat pulsed and rose in waves, wind buffeting her hair. Ansisa turned her back to it, bringing cerulean fingers to her lips to blow Gerra a kiss before she spread her arms and tipped backwards, letting gravity pull her from his sight.

She heard nothing but the wind, saw nothing but the black behind her eyelids as she opened herself to the force, wrapping it around her as she spun to bring herself upright, reaching for a drop pod as it hurtled passed her, pulling herself towards it, boots settling on its hull as she anchored herself to it with the force and opened her eyes and set them upon the Headquarters.

She already knew her target, someone would pay a lot of money for the names of ISB agents in high ranking places. And with a battle as fierce as this, getting in would be a breeze. Her gaze swept the building, marked entry points and defences before she let go of the pod, pushing off of it the force wrapped around her like a blanket smothering her force signature and hiding her from sight.

Hasuras Na-Gerra · Jan 22, 2026

If you had not sinned so greatly,
Vahl would not have set a scourge like me upon you.

THE SKIES ABOVE THE ISB HEADQUARTERS
ABOARD THE SABAOTH-CLASS DESTROYER "SCORN"

The turbolaser blasts to the skyscrapers seemed to have done little to impact the Maw forces below, gathered around the ISB headquarters. They refused to engage. Gerra's lips curled in derision. Not so for the regular imperial forces, whose flagship moved at once toward them. He sensed these happenings as he sensed moving pieces upon a board.

"Still you hide from me, Barran. You sense my presence as I sense yours and yet you flee as you fled at Chandrila. An example set by thy master. Hide then. Cower in fear as I tear your Empire apart."

The Vahlan's eyes flared open, simmering and golden, as the Covenant's warriors moved to action. Lysander departed in haste, making straight for the headquarters. Varin left to prepare his Nagai. They'd taken a liking to the boy.

And Ansisa...

Gerra's eyes found hers. They did not soften. If anything, the fire in them intensified. She blew him a kiss and then stepped back out of the Scorn and into open air, falling. Falling down toward the headquarters.

The Vahlan's mind, stretched out in all directions with the effort of Sith Battle Coordination, brushed against hers as she fell.

"Fly well, firebird."

Should her mission prove successful, they would gain enough information to shake the Empire to its foundations. But Gerra only cared for their shipping manifests and trade lanes, for those would see them made richer than any emperor.

The ship shook beneath Gerra's feet as the Scorn exchanged fire with the much larger Voidtreader, the two vessels closing so that they passed one another. The proximity of the vessels meant that the cluster of other Star Destroyers and corvettes around the ISB Headquarters would not be able to open fire on the Scorn unless they wished to risk hitting the Voidtreader as well. But it mattered little now.

More explosions rocked the Scorn before Gerra found himself and his Vahlan warriors - hundreds of them - assembled in the hangar. Nearly every Vahlan was a force sensitive and bore a vibroblade or a blaster or both. They followed Varin Mortifer's charge of Nagai, crying but one refrain.

"FOR VAHL!"

Then they dove in droves from the hangar and out into open air, the sheer force of the wind tearing the words from their lips. Gerra toppled through the air, spinning, then landed with a brutal clang upon the top of the Voidtreader's bridge. Laughing with the joy of battle, scarce able to breathe, the enormous Vahlan gripped his Sith sword in two hands and seeing the shatterpoint of the structural framework beneath him, slammed it down into the side viewport. The transparisteel shattered and Gerra leaped inside, as many Vahlans following as they could before the countermeasures took effect.

Standing amid shattered transparisteel, the wind howling through the broken viewport, and his sword in hand Gerra surveyed the bridge crew.

"Who dies first?"

Engaging:

Lucius Redmond with

Varin Mortifer
Featuring: St. Thomas Barran

Lucius Redmond · Jan 22, 2026

Post 3
3rd Fleet, Voidtreader Bridge

Tags: @Kraskorr The Maw

Kesh Hevro @Da ' Razel Arixa Pazela

Arris Windrun @Vexerion

Xan Atropus @St. Thomas Barren

Hasuras Na-Gerra

Lucius laughed through gritted teeth as their lead vessel closed with there's, full speed. He couldn't have asked the enemy commander for more, "Fleet, prepare to board." Went the call out to the other vessels in their modestly sized fleet, prompting the positioning of thousands of crewmen and naval infantry on the Voidtreader and her two sister SDs, the Hyston and the Victory, and their corvette and frigate compliments, targeting vessels for boarding and moving towards them. Turbolaser fire flared back and forth as the scorn barreled for them, in an almost suicidally brave fashion. "Hyston, shift below, diagnal down. Victory, above, diagnal down." Lucius keyed to the other two SD Commanders, who shifted their wedge formation to accomidate the orders, engaging smaller enemy vessels as they appeared. The Victory becoming embroiled in a battle with some of the other enemy units as they streamed in.

"Well enough" Lucius said to himself as the gap closed further, bringing the Scorn close to the Voidtreader.

Lucius didn't need to give the order to fire. That was done the moment the enemy hit the predesignated meterage, close enough to see the whites of their eyes, as his academy instructor had put it. A flow of fire surged from the Turbolasers of both the Voidtreader and the Hyston as Victory provided cover for both. The plasma flew through the atmosphere at a brilliant pace, igniting various gases as it passed through the chemical filled air before slamming into anything that could be considered a target by the gunners of both star destroyers.

Per Lucius's instructions, volley fire was to be maintained until boarding was needed, and the naval infantry probably wouldn't need to board a ship that took that much fire. Gravity and physics would do that for them. As the streams of fire poured onto the enemies of the Empire, the Scorn leveled itself in a way it could dump men onto the bridge, which they did, through a hail of blasterfire from autocannons as they breached proximity sensors before smashing into the Bridge. The surprise was certainly that, surprising. It appeared as those a contingent of their command staff had made a storm the breach still assault on them and the Scorn and it's crew would pay the price. Lucius watched in half fascinated horror as a giant of a creature smashed through the thick durasteel and transparisteel in an impressive fashion. The hulking figure was breathing heavily as wind blasted across the now exposed to air bridge, throwing a few of his bridge staff out into the air above the city scape, their screams barely audible as they fell to their doom.

Lucius felt a shot of anger as the figure, still breathing heavy asked the assembled crewmen "Who dies first?" as wind howles and a gaggle of a boarding party filed behind them.

Lucius was feeling quippy after watching his men fall, and catching the glimpse of fire pouring onto the Scorn out the corner of his left eye through a still intact section of crew.

"You. Me. Us." Lucius said, gesturing around,. "Don't worry though friend, you'll be joining your fellows in Hell soon enough." He drew and fired his heavy blaster pistol at the boarders as he finished speaking, ducking behind his command chair as the rest of the command crew grabbed weapons and fired in turn. The ship's security systems were responding to the attack appropriately, and the Naval Infantry was adjusting to confront the new threat, sending two companies to secure the admiral. Outside the security forces and infantry within the vicinity of the breach responded, some within a minute of the breach, pouring through the open blast door from the bridge as the enemy came in the front. Autocanons hit any unlucky enough to continue poking around the outside for more than a moment or two.

As the battle for the bridge began another SD, not one of his, smashed into the ground somewhere to their south. Lucius heard the scream of metal and fire over the firefight as the soundwaves echoed for kilometers. It sent a shudder through his spine even as the battle meditation steeled them against the horrors they now faced. The enemy would find the crewmen and infantry of the Voidtreader at home in the close chaos of ship to ship engagements.

Vabaun Redmond · Jan 22, 2026

Post 3
ENGGGGINNNEEEERRRRSSS, ISB HQ

Tags:

Krasskorr the Maw

Arris Windrun @Vexerion

Xan Atropus St. Thomas Barran

Hasuras Na-Gerra

The battle around the defensive line exploded into the chaotic drumming of battle as drop pods continued to pour through what must have been some sort of hole in the planetary defense shield. A chorus of fire from set positions, AA emplacements, mortars, occassional naval support, and whatever other chaos the Captain couldn't process. The command line was barely audible, even through his helmet's sensors as fire went too and fro, zipping friend and foe alike. He moved from piece of cover to cover with his radioman, adjusting squads as needed and reminding his men he was there, even while blaster bolts and bombs were flying past. The clean, almost serene environment around the ISB HQ had already been turned into something else, akin to an area affected by natural disaster besides the stalwart defensive positions that held themselves under the cavalcade of scattered enemy fire. That was the one blessing in this, fixed positions and the amount of fire they were bringing down was definitely causing the intended effect.

"Sir---" Stammered the radioman as a SD flew past in an angeled downward motion, slamming into the ground some way off with incredible force and sending a concussive wave across the entirety of the surrounding area, shaking and rattling concrete and steel alike. Above them Lucius was engaging the front of the enemy's fleet. Fire and ash rained around the field beyond their perimeter, out towards the outlying areas. A group with jet packs or jump jets of some sort caught a spotter's eye in the distance and was reported back to command before they began pouring fire onto the distant targets, mortars beginning their own retort their way as well. The DLT assistant gunners were busily moving, as they shooters fired.

All had iron in their hearts. All stoically took to their duty and doom.

Lee Redmond · Jan 22, 2026

Post 3
Medic posting, ISB main line

Tags:

Krasskorr the Maw

Arris Windrun @Vexerion

Xan Atropus @St. Thomas Barren

Hasuras Na-Gerra

Lee moved with a purpose as the air around him ionized and they began to take fire from the front. Shrapnel, plasma, and an unbelievable amount of noise screeched across his helmet as he leapt behind his intended destination, a small pillbox with a screaming trooper and their assistant gunner inside. The DLT gunner nodded at the medic as he joined them in their duracrete hole, the gunner methodically plugging away at targets as the assistant clutched at their left leg, a piece of durasteel shrapnel piercing through the trooper's black kevlar webbing between plates, nearly severing the foot. He'd taken the hit looking out the back of the pillbox, the shrapnel almost catching the gunner in the head.

"I need him up." The gunner said coldly between a burst of blasterfire. Lee felt like he'd had a bucket of ice thrown on his chest as he nodded and got to work, pulling his plasma cutter out of his bag and directing the injured trooper to look away. "Can't save it brother, wish I could." Lee said as he stuffed his humanity into a corner of his soul, shutting off it's complaints as he cut the power on the cutter's beam, sending a large knife into existence where before had been a trench knife shaped frame. The trooper was petrified. Lee could tell, even under the armor, but he did as he was bid. The assistant peeled and squirmed as it was quickly removed, injecting the trooper with a combo stim and painkiller dosed for these situations. It would keep him from shock and in the fight at least a little longer. He put a self sealing "boot" over it to mildly protect the burned area, allowing the trooper slightly more movement than if he'd just had his stump

The footless trooper continued to load and spot, from his position, and lee left him one more vial of the drug combo for if the man made it to the point where the drugs were wearing out.
Lee cursed as the fleets above engaged and another sd took a dive in a district that couldn't have been too far but didn't seem too close. The resulting shockwave sent shakes through everything it touched for a moment, without interrupting the flow of the battle.

Behind them an infantry commander began to call for the MLRS systems behind the line to target some of the pods. The screeching of a thousand tiny rockets flew through the airspace above the multicoloured plasma bolts as they arched towards their targets. Lee tried to keep his jaw from hitting the ground as he flung himself into another pillbox with another wounded trooper. Blaster Bolt to the chest, through and through. Hr motioned across his neck to the dead troop's battle buddy and moved on again.

Acier Moonbound · Jan 22, 2026

Location: Coruscant

Equipment:
Acolyte Robes | Lightsaber | Cybernetic Arm | RazBohan high-encryption comlink | MicroThrust computer spike

ALLY:

Gillem
OPPOSITION:

Yuri Maji
TAGS: Vestra Tane |

Lysander von Ascania |

Xan Atropus | St. Thomas Barran | Jordi Massad |

Hasuras Na-Gerra |

Redmond |

Lee Redmond |

Vabaun Redmond |

Lucius Redmond (TOO MANY I'M SORRY)
COMMS:

Arris Windrun

The glow bled across the inside of his glove again, a brief pulse against the transport's interior lighting. He glanced down, thumb brushing the contact, and Lysander's voice slipped through the channel.

Lysander von Ascania said:
<<Don’t die out there. I’d hate to lose the joy of beating on you. We’re running it again after this.>>

Ace huffed quietly through his nose. ::If only you hit as hard as you talk:: He replied, tone flat, dry as dust. ::Try not to miss the landing, Golden Boy::

He cut the channel before anything else could be said. Suddenly, the transport shuddered violently. A sharp metallic shriek followed by the unmistakable concussion of impact.

Someone shouted from the cockpit. The Eradicators shifted, weapons snapping up as another jolt rattled the frame. Ace turned toward a viewport just in time to see it: an Imperial assault fighter screaming past their flank, a pair of escorts wheeling into position as they opened fire again.

Ace stepped toward Vestra, already moving as the transport corrected course.

"Keep going." He said evenly. "I'll handle it."

He turned, reached the side hatch, opened it. The door blew outward with a howl of wind and pressure, Coruscant's airspace rushing in like a living thing. Traffic lanes streaked past beneath them.

Without hesitation, Ace stepped into nothing and was immediately pulled, body snapping into the shared vector as the slipstream caught him and dragged him backward along the shuttle's path. The Force brushed out instinctively to steady his speed, shaving off the violence of the pull and stopping his body from breaking.

Ace reached out and his metal fingers locked around a protruding strut along the fighter's exterior. The force of the pull nearly ripped him free, his body whipping hard as G-forces dragged him out behind the craft. For a moment, he was nothing but a flag in the wind.

The acolyte gritted his teeth and held on. Ace hauled himself closer, inch by brutal inch, muscles burning as the city blurred beneath him. Another sharp pull of the Force shifted his weight just enough to let him swing his body up alongside the fuselage instead of behind it.

Now he had leverage. Ace ignited his lightsaber and the rest was history. The blade carved through armor plating like paper. He drove it down, then across, ripping open the shuttle's spine as sparks and fire erupted. A sharp pull of the Force tore one of the escorts apart mid-roll, debris spiraling into the skylane as its wing sheared clean off.

The second tried to break away and Ace leapt for it. He hit it in midair, severed the cockpit canopy in one clean stroke, then shoved off as the craft spun out of control. Telekinetically, he hurled the wreckage into its partner in a violent collision of flame and metal.

Then there was nothing beneath him again. The wind roared in his ears as Coruscant rushed up to meet him. Ace twisted, spotted a civilian speeder cutting across the lane below, and dropped.

He landed on the rear housing in a controlled skid, one hand gripping the frame as the pilot shouted in shock.

"Easy." Ace said calmly, leaning forward. "You're fine. Take me to the surface, please."

The speeder wobbled, then steadied under his control. The pilot complied with a nod, then began their descent.

Redmond · Jan 22, 2026

Post 3
Running with the Khan

Tags:

Krasskorr the Maw

Arris Windrun @Vexerion

Xan Atropus @St. Thomas Barren

Hasuras Na-Gerra

Redmond moved with his newfound brothers as the planet continued to erupt intl further chaos. All sorts of sounds echoed across the alleyways as they ran, like demons and ghosts cackling from the underworld as blasters and explosions ignited across the nearby districts. Some civilian said someone named Redmond had armed them, bringing an even wider smile to the nomad's scarred face. His kin continued to make him proud at every given opportunity. Probably Vabaun.

The Khan fell to a distant slug and was quickly retrieved by Ghoul, who got the Khan back on his feet as the maw and now in tow militia responded with a burst of blaster fire. Criss crossed patterns of light filled the alley for a brief moment before on they ran, further up to the high flats. Both militia and maw ran with a sprinters intensity in the last stretch, Norman setting himself up on a high point with the Khan's security team as his Battle prepared the extra powerpacks. Across the millenia of warfare the galaxy had endured, many things remained the same. The death, the blasters, the magnificent ships tearing themselves apart in low orbit.

It was different to him in some ways, but painfully consistent in others.

The galaxy didn't seem to change much.

Over his years of dreaming he'd developed a psychotic appreciation for battle, a result of previous trauma endlessly replaying over the centuries and mingling with every recess of his flailing mind. Now it was all he had, and he couldn't help but feel like the universe was smiling on him

What a wonderful day it was, when they got to test themselves against other beings in pitched battle.

Kesh Hevro · Jan 23, 2026

SYSTEM SHOCK: ABSOLUTE RESOLVE
Wayward Son - Chapter 1
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GEAR: Customized Type 76 Covert Armour | Type 73 Compact Pistol | Type 74 Assault Rifle | Bunch of Grenades
HELLIONS:

Jas Katis |

Tamna Korvan
GE: Jordi Massad |

Redmond | Sid Berik | St. Thomas Barran
TSC:

Acier Moonbound |

Ansisa | Arixa Pazela |

Darth Amaymon |

Hasuras Na-Gerra |

Lysander von Ascania |

Varin Mortifer |

Xan Atropus
ENGAGING:

Delvin jeth

ROTTWEILER

CORUSCANT

The stench of ozone and vaporized duracrete hung heavy over the skywalk as Kesh transitioned from the adrenaline of the drop to the cold focus of the hunt. His HUD flickered, filtering out the chaotic telemetry of the wider invasion to highlight a localized anomaly. Three hundred meters ahead, the thermal signature of a squad of Imperial Stormtroopers vanished in a localized bloom of kinetic energy and high-frequency discharge. Kesh signaled a halt, his hand rising in a sharp, gloved gesture that brought the Hellions into a tight, defensive stagger. Through his long-range optics, the smoke parted to reveal a figure in synthweave moving with a predatory, detached grace that stood in stark contrast to the panicked flailing of the dying Empire.

Kesh's helmet display tagged the individual as a High-Tier Force Signature. Real-time visual data highlighted a gold-plated curved hilt gripped in a steady hand, the weapon carving a path of wanton destruction through the Imperial line. This wasn't the clumsy brutality of a frontline marauder; the HUD recorded the use of esoteric sorcery, arcs of energy and localized gravity shifts that signaled a deep, disciplined connection to the Force. For Kesh, this was a biological glitch in its most volatile form. The Sith was moving with singular intent toward the very archive center the Hellions were contracted to secure.

With a series of silent hand signals, Kesh deployed his 12 commandos into flanking positions, their droids' sensors slaved to his HUD to triangulate the target's movements. He stepped out from the cover of a downed transport, his boots grinding against the grit. Kesh raised his weapon, the targeting reticle settling on the figure in the synthweave.

"Target identified. Sith-aligned. Proximity to primary data-node is unacceptable," Kesh relayed over the encrypted squad link, his voice a level, mechanical rasp.

Kesh signaled the start of the engagement with a sharp, downward motion of his fist, triggering a synchronized volley of high-velocity suppressive fire from the flanking Hellions. As the commandos' rifles chattered, Kesh himself moved forward under the cover of the barrage, launching a specialized sonic-shatter canister toward the archive's entrance. The device detonated with a high-frequency whine designed to scramble sensory perception and disrupt the fluid movements of a lightsaber wielder. Through the haze of ionizing air and the piercing shriek of the canister, Kesh closed the distance, his own rifle leveled with clinical focus. His target might be a dangerous Dark-Side adept, but the Champion of the Confederacy has flatlined forcies before; he’ll gladly do it again.

Vexorion · Jan 23, 2026

[]

Edmund Kemper - SKYND

Location: The Undercity (Exited) - Sub. District 6 - Imperial City, Coruscant
Tag: St. Thomas Barran ...

Redmond

Vexorion emerged into the open air of the Imperial City like a wraith slipping from a tomb, his boots landing on cracked stone that had once been pristine. The sky above was a bruised slate, lit by the sickly glow of distant fires and the intermittent flare of blaster fire. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood, and every breath tasted like ash. The streets were a writhing artery of chaos, Sith and Imperial minions clashing in brutal, unrestrained combat, their silhouettes flickering in the orange haze like demonic shadows.

Vexorion's eyes moved across the scene with the cold precision of a predator assessing prey. The Imperial guards fought with trained discipline, but the Sith were a tide of raw hatred, their lightsabers carving arcs of deadly light through the smoke. Citizens, ordinary men, women, and the elderly, had taken up arms in desperation. Some carried real weapons, though many wielded crude makeshift tools; rusted pipes, sharpened metal shards, and hastily fashioned clubs.

As he advanced deeper into the turmoil, the cries of the crowd grew louder, and the air grew thicker with the smell of burning flesh and shattered hope. He walked with the slow certainty of someone who knew that the world was ending and had decided to watch it burn. The Sith were pushing forward, relentless and cruel, while the Empire's forces fought to hold them back. Civilians fought with the frantic courage of the doomed, and their determination only made the scene more grotesque.

Then, through the roar of battle, Vexorion heard his name spoken; softly, yet with a venom that cut through the noise like a blade. "Vexorion." The voice was familiar, and the sound of it struck him with the cold shock of memory. He turned, and there she was, Bianca, the Sith Acolyte he had met on Desevro at the Sith Academy. She stood amidst the chaos like a dark star, her eyes blazing with hatred so fierce it seemed to warp the air around her.

Her gaze locked onto him with an intensity that made the world narrow to a single point of dread. For a moment, the war faded into the background, and all that remained was the searing recognition in her stare; an accusation, a challenge, and a promise of vengeance. Vexorion's gaze remained unbroken, his voice slipping out like a blade drawn from velvet. "Walk away," he said, the words laced with impatience, as if her presence were an inconvenience he could not be bothered to tolerate.

Beneath the impatience, however, there was a flicker of something older; an echo of admiration he'd once held for her. He remembered the days at the Sith Academy on Desevro, when she had been a promising acolyte under his guidance. He had watched her struggle, then thrive, and he had felt an odd respect for the ferocity in her. He had helped her refine her technique, sharpen her focus, and, if he were honest, he had even admired the way she threw herself into the darkness without hesitation.

Now, standing across from her in the ruin of the Imperial City, he found that the admiration had not faded so much as it had curdled into something colder. Bianca's eyes flashed, and for a moment her face twisted into a mask of pure, unfiltered hatred; an expression that would have been terrifying on any other woman, but on her it was almost beautiful in its ferocity.

He watched her approach with a strange, grim satisfaction, as Bianca's voice tore through the chaos like a sharpened scream. "First you left me," she spat, eyes burning with betrayal, "and now you stand against the Sith, against me!" She stepped even closer, her grip tightening around her weapon as she hissed, "In my eyes, that makes you a traitor and killing you for abandoning me is nothing more than justice."

Vexorion's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile behind his mask as he replied, "You always did misunderstand me, Bianca; loyalty is a blade that cuts both ways." He tilted his head, golden eyes glinting with cruel amusement, "Come then, Sith, show me the depths of your rage."

"And I shall count you amongst my dead," he whispered, his voice a velvet promise of oblivion.

Weapons

Ship

The Apparition

Droids

TC-66 "Stalkers"

Lysander von Ascania · Jan 23, 2026

Armor | Helm | Sword

Allies:

Xan Atropus Arixa Pazela

Darth Amaymon
Foe: St. Thomas Barran