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Test Drive (Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Javin)

Javin, Javin Sector, The Outer Rim Territories
Seroth-class Cruiser - The Defiance
This was, by what could only be called a long shot, the best ship Alen Na'Varro had ever traveled on. And so soon after joining the Lords of the Fringe, the powers that be had seen fit to throw him the keys, so to speak. She was a beauty. Functional, with more guns than seemed reasonable and gods she was solid. She was small but the Force knew she packed a hell of a punch. Formidable, quick, beautiful ... Alen, from his post on the bridge, almost ran a hand along a railing before pulling himself back. He loved ships, but he wasn't keen on getting a strange reputation. Especially amongst friends so new. Heh ... this ship almost pulled a genuine smile from Na'Varro. And those were not easy to come by.

This was strange. 835 ABY was not a time he thought he would ever see, and yet here he was, once again leading a fleet into war. The Defiance was at the head of the smaller Invasion Fleet, which would slip by while the larger Orbital Domination Fleet engaged Javin's rapidly scrambling Defence Fleet, which was still forming into something similar to an Alpha-One formation in close orbit. Javin's Fleet seemed to be centered around a few aging heavy cruisers. There were a few cruisers and a small number of semi-modern frigates, but all in all the defenders seemed like cannon fodder. They would not present much of a problem.

- This is Na'Varro to all Invasion ships. Break off from the main formation and begin landing operations. - Na'Varro had never been one for impassioned speeches. The separation was preparation, in his eyes, and if the Fringe forces were not prepared, they would fail. There was little chance of that, however. From what he had seen, the Fringe was strong and Javin was relatively weak. It would fall. Seemingly as one, the ships of the Invasion Fleet broke off from the Orbital Domination Fleet and commenced their descent. These ships were mainly small vessels ... frigates, corvettes, fighters, gunships and landing craft. Once they were groundside they would march on the capital, defeat any ground defenders and take important government buildings. And then there were the rumours of the existence of a Royal Sceptre, an object of mysterious otherworldly origins that was rumoured to enhance the Force usage of its wielder. It was the symbol of government of Javin and as such it had been made an objective. The dominion would go on without it, but it helped to have an object that helped maintain legitimacy.

The Defiance began entering the atmosphere now, receiving fire from Javin's ground defences, but the ridiculous levels of shielding held firm against the sporadic assault. Alen could feel the G-forces ravaging his face and gritted his teeth. He could not wait to feel his feet touch the soil of this Gods-forsaken world, if only so he could hit something. If it was with his lightsaber or his fists, he couldn't care less.
 
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools...

The old lines stuck in Rave's head, disturbing her, as the young alchemist rode an Animus-class courier in the wake of the Defiance. The little vessel, more durable than a starfighter but not by much, rocked under anti-air fire.

"Alchemy One going for insertion point Cresh."

She slewed to port and pointed the Animus' single huge engine the way she'd been going, forcing a hard deceleration. In the shadow of a rock formation, she found shelter from heavy fire. The cabin popped and she scrambled free, shucking her flight suit and stripping down to her Iron Skin armorweave. "Alchemy One landing safe. I'll hold the landing zone."

Her lightstaff snapped to life and whipped through a quick Ataru velocity, a warmup.
 
Kiyala flew in close with the Defiance staying relatively below the radar with her Dathormirian Rider Mark 2 pushing her along through space. It was rather tranquil being this close to space but also very disorienting at the same time. But today was not about her emotions; today was a day of conquest and for the Fringe to claim another world under it's influence. This thought in mind brought Kiyala through the streaking orange entry that never ceased in it's deadly beauty. As she landed she activated the comm. system in her Rancor Mark 2 armor calling @[member="Rave Merrill"] saying " What's the first objective? And you think we'll wrap this up quick enough to catch a hot meal. . . I forgot to eat before coming." Kiyala found herself saying before growing more serious as she watched the world awaken to their arrival and beginning to take preparation.

In fact, Kiyala and Rave were already surrounded. . .
 
"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Bundori spun around as she swung the sith sword from her mother, the motor vibrating and making the chainblade rev up while she practiced cutting into the training dummies. She needed to get stronger using it so she didn't fall over and hurt herself. That would be bad and then she stopped spinning and laughed as the blade was biting into the dummy and the teeth tore at it. Once it was done the lower section was on the ground and she moved over to it. Putting a foot on it and turning the blade off. "I AM BUNDORI THE INVINCIBLE, FEAR MEEEE EVILDOERS OF THE GALAXY."
 
@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

Rave shot a grin at her fellow witch. "First order of business is to get through this city, fight our way into the citadel, and claim that scepter-"

The Force whispered, and her lightstaff spun through a deflection pattern. Troops, poorly trained but numerous, boiled out around the rocky outcropping. With a grunt, Rave leaped for the rock face, in an attempt to latch on and climb over to something like safety. Speed was their best right now.
 
Lucien flung himself into his ship. He lent back into his seat and pulled on his gloves Behind him entered his Body gaurd, then they left the hanger. Two fringers had already set up a landing zone. All he had to do was reach it, He maneuvered the ship as best he could. Whilst his gaurd dealt with their opponents using the ships guns. Lucien began to pull up as they neared ground and brought the ship to a less than textbook stop having skidded several meters.

His good was first out his blaster ringing off rounds at the swarm of defenders. Lucien remained in position as he attempted to tear the minds of the enemy asunder. The conditions were less than perfect and as such most troopers would suffer only minor headaches, Those who were seriously affected would find the pain and blood most unpleasant. Satisfied that his currant plan was unfeasible Lucien also claimed out of the ship drawing his saber. "Good afternoon Your Magesty , My Lady" He called greeting his associates
 
The face Belle had as she sat waiting in the transport betrayed her annoyance. Plenty of things were on her mind while her eyes flicked over the place and she stood up to head out. They were more then ready and she would happily help the Fringe conquer the planet as needed as they filed out. The anger and rage in her body forming a pit in her stomach that was eating away, that rage becoming something of a guiding star for her to direct the energies outward into something constructive and what was more constructive then vaporizing someone with her laser face? The smirk came upon her while moving and keeping a rooted, calm expression.
 
The impatience to come to grips with a worthy foe was enough to get the Dark Side flowing through Alen's body like a raging torrent. As the Defiance pulled in to hover at the landing zone, the Dark Jedi Knight was already at the hangar, pacing back and forth with eight elite troopers at his back. Meanwhile, Fringe fighters and bombers had pulled off from the Invasion Fleet and begun attack runs over military installations and positions in the capital. They were careful not to destroy too many civilian buildings or infrastructure; the Fringe wanted this planet intact. It would serve as a staging ground for bigger and better things.

With a nod to his escort, Alen leaped out of the open hangar, falling a couple of metres before landing cat-like on Javin's soil. The Defiance took off, ostensibly to throw its weight around in atmo, and the Dark Jedi ignited his lightsaber just in time to intercept the first wave of fire. The man growled, making a break for cover with his eight troopers in tow.

"Danzig, take five and try an end around. Kari, Vergana, on me!" He roared, and began a studied assault of an enemy fixed position. Danzig took his five to Alen's left, while Alen went straight up the middle, finding cover behind a rocky formation and waiting for Danzig to get into position. Twenty metres away there was a defending position with a machine gun holding Fringe forces up. It looked like an entire enemy platoon was holding the position, but it also looked like the position was hastily erected. In fact, the entire enemy line seemed that way.
 

Kitt Solo

Alen Na'Varro's Ex
Flying a salvaged PT-7 starfighter from her last Fringe takeover-mission, she flew it low over the controls.

“Thanks for the cover, Big Daddy,” of course Kitt was addressing @Alen Na’Varro through the patched-in comm. Nothing like a big ship to draw most of the fire so a much smaller one could sneak through just beneath the city detectors and approach one of the shielding centers of the city.

“Bombs away,” index finger flipped the switch to release the payload.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Meanwhile, in the distance that corresponded to high orbit (though not the velocity!), the Chimaera shuddered under the guns of Javin's defense fleet. The grand old lady of a Star Destroyer, heavily modified since its first days as an Invictus-class in the nascent Sith Empire, had undergone repairs since its duel with the Starfall. Even so, priorities being what they were, she kept her flagship to the rear for once. The Javin defense forces steadfastly ignored the Deathhead-class heavy cruisers that formed the front line; the Chimaera had a reputation of sorts around these parts, and the Javin folks apparently wanted to make the inevitable Fringe victory a Pyrrhic one.

"Now hear this," she said laconically, on a scrambled command channel to top Fringers. "I'm reading the expected Kertz-Bhrg generator, inactive of course, at a facility two hundred klicks south of the capital. Sensors also indicate as much gadolinium as we expected to find, potentially more. That facility should be considered just as much a priority as the Sceptre."
 
Kiyala smirked as she realize they had been surrounded and her ego made her want to slaughter them all just to truly show them how worthless they were. But Rave gave her clarity and focus by telling her the objective and motioning to simply evade this glory for a greater one. She laughed cockily before zipping off behind Rave providing cover deflection for the few actual capable shots out of the group. Scaling the rock formation seemed to be the best route as they would appear above the men and women after them, Kiyala whispered a small chant to the winds and earth to cause the rock formation they used to become inaccessible. She did this on a very minor scale to keep her energy consumption low and as the moved a few meters Kiyala heard soldiers speaking.

They stumbled upon a small encampment of soldiers with anti - air capabilities that held a good chance were not picked up by the scanners due to cool nature of the woods that surrounded it. "We can't allow them to become operational but we already have a main objective. . . "

@[member="Rave Merrill"]
 
It was like the vanishing of lights to the darkness, the stars in the sky going black one by one as each bomb fell their voices raised in fear and pain as the flames enveloped them. The pain was a twisting feeling in the gut of the Zabrak, each voice lost into the darkness a question to his own resolve, how much was this all worth, how many lives were worth the fall of one planet. This was no warlord controlled world, or even a world of desperately needed resources, it was expansion pure and simple. He could claim no moral superiority on the subject, he'd killed more for less.

Closing his eyes the man simply let the emotions fall off him as he cleared his mind of them all. Slowly he was finding a purpose for his abilities in the Force, and in was there seemed to be no lack. Unable to do the things that many visually associated with practitioners in the Force Sargon had one single ability in the Force, he could sense it. He could feel the Grand Admiral's ship all around him as the shields took repeated shots against the shields. He could feel the well oiled crew, some of them serving since the old Sith Empire days, their loyalty and dedication firm and unshakable. He could feel the excitement of the descending troops, his own Legion held in reserve as others had taken the front for this battle. He could feel the fear and anger on the planet, lights and voices against the darkness staring up into the sky in fear.

It was for this very thing he searched, the voices of fear who were ready to flee and break. A single finger moving from point to point pinpointing not weaknesses, both in position and moral. Each dot left on the holomap left from the passage of his finger moved to fire control for the fleet, and transmitted to the ground. As the fighting began in earnest on the ground he'd keep his focus on the Legions below, seeking out the weakest points in the lines below for reinforcements. All the while he prepared for his true task, healing a wounded world and gaining its trust.

Moving his eyes to @[member="Ashin Varanin"] unaware that his eyes were still closed the Zabrak kept his finger held against one position on the map. "Power generator, my Lady, hooked into the defense grid, should save the landing ships from quite a bite of fire."
 
@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

Rave stayed low, murmuring a spell known as Speed of the Toocha. She set her feet and burst from the undergrowth, knives flicking out. One cut missed entirely, but her left-hand blade found its target among the anti-air operators. She spent her momentum in a forward roll and came up to plant both long knives in another man's chest. No, it was a woman, a Twi'lek, and she gaped at Rave as she died. She slid off the girl's blades, and Rave grimaced, spinning to try and track the next nearest target.
 
- In position, sir. - That was Danzig, with his five and ready to go.

- Wait for my signal. - Alen could have spoken to Danzig through the Force but chose to use the comm unit instead. He got the feeling that the young Optio would freak out if he heard the Dark Jedi's voice in his brain. And he was probably correct in his assumption. The signal he had mentioned was not a prearranged one, but he knew that Danzig would recognise it when he saw it. Na'Varro peeked out of cover ... then whipped his head back behind it as a volley of blasterfire was sent his way. The bearded man grunted with annoyance. He peeked again, but this time when he did he stretched out with the Dark Side of the Force, focusing the power he was channeling through his body on the solid rock beneath where most of the enemy platoon's feet, knees and behinds rested. The solid rock vibrated, vibrated with Resonation and exploded. One died from the explosion, another five from shards of flying rock cutting through their bodies, and the rest apart from one or two were incapacitated. Danzig took that as the signal and he and his elite troops lazily walked through and finished them off. That was one machine gun placing down with minimal effort, and a chink in the Javin defender's army that the other ground pounders could exploit.

- Sir. We've received a transmission regarding a military facility on the outskirts. Apparently they were working on something. -

- Roger that, patch it through. - Alen and his two escorts broke out of cover to rejoin Danzig and the other five amongst the dead bodies and ruin of the former machine gun emplacement. As they did, the Dark Jedi reviewed the material. Possible ship schematics ... curious ... he'd check it out. With that in mind, he called to @[member="Ashin Varanin"] through the Force ... that had been the first Force power he had ever learned, telepathic communication, and now he had the strength to send a voice into the mind of an extremely powerful Force user in orbit. Anyone lesser than someone of Varanin's tier would be almost impossible to find through the Force. Alen was gifted, but he was limited. Thankfully he had learned from the best Masters that anyone could hope for.

~ Ma'am, this is Na'Varro. There's a military installation at co-ordinates J8-G11 that I'd like to check out. If you could help keep that clear of bombs, I'd be obliged. ~
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

Ashin wasn't much for telepathy; it wasn't her style. Incongruous, for a woman who had been caretaker of the holocron of Darth Vectivus for several years, but still.

Understood.

"Wing Commander, please mark friendlies at jay-eight-jee-eleven. Na'varro has a bead on something interesting."

"Acknowledged, ma'am."

Ashin sat back, keying through holodisplays, as the Javin defense fleet did its level best to pound its way through her front lines.
 
Kiyala laughed as she seen the first one fall as the famailar rush of battle welled up inside her, that coupled with being in the companion of another witch amplified her excitement. The operator that Rave missed would seemingly be jettisoned into the air perhaps not dead but he wouldn't be bothering them anytime soon. Kiyala then followed Rave's lead though remaining behind her to keep her covered in case of any unwanted surprises occurred. Kiyala then radioed to command and said "Command this is Alchemy One, we've discovered a secret anti-air tower at my current coordinates I need a light up in 15 minutes and not a minute before." With the order to bomb the place in 15 minutes acquired, Kiyala sent her lightsaber flying into the gut of a gunslinger who was taking cover behind a corner. Turning to the side of her she noticed too late that a concussion grenade was sitting only a few feet from Kiyala.

As the detonation went off Kiyala was caught off guard having her suit being ripped to shreds, the sith amulet left their dangling. It took several minutes for Kiyala's ears to readjust as she quickly stripped off the rest of her now ruined armorsuit. She now merely wore some light robing that came from her original Singing Mountain Clan however did not hold it's insignia so she was fine. Kiyala tied her now free flowing hair into a ponytail before assisting @[member="Rave Merrill"] with finishing off the last able warriors in the encampment. "That was so embarrassing. . .Rave you can't tell anyone I got caught slipping like that." She said in one of the rare moments of her youth truly showing. . .
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member
Penumbra sent no word to any of his commanders, simply flew to the planet - landed - and departed his ship. Casting a powerful Force Cloak about himself he began to move closer to the tower he saw explode in the near horizon. As he moved two women came into sight - both known to him. One he was hired to kill at one point, obviously having failed, and the other being one of the greatest known Alchemists in the galaxy.

Both could be of use.

When they were mere yards apart, Zaiden spoke, his face being the only place light didn't bend around for a moment, "Ladies. I have a proposition. Want to aid in getting that Sceptre? I believe my stealth skills will come in handy, and I could use allies to watch my back as I move."

@[member="Kiyala Demont"] @[member="Rave Merrill"]
 
"I'm going after this royal scepter, those who want to follow come the rest. Well stay out of my way." Shinju looked at the ones in hr ship and thought about what she could do with such a thing... Well the main idea was give it to Bundori or Minerva to play with so they get to enjoy their time as sisters and something that useful should be in good hands at least. Plenty could be done and they could even find so many fun things.
 
| @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] | @[member="Ashin Varanin"] | @[member="Kiyala Demont"] | @[member="Belle Morte"] |

Vilox Pazela was sat atop a skyscraper, upon it's ledge, his left leg dangling over the edge, flowing in the gusts that surrounding him while his right was perched up, so as to support himself and stop the weight of his other limb tipping him over aboard.

His cowl was lowered, revealing his hair, facial features and base of his neck. Submerged in the dark side, he had ventured to Javin for reasons other than directly participating in the dominion of the world. There were three Dark Jedi and an Dathomiri witch, namely Ashin Varanin, whom he wished to meet with and discuss the 'options' that she had mentioned at the recent election held on Annaj. He had recently come to the existence of Alen Na'Varro, who had a potential for the dark side; and Belle Morte, whom he held in the same esteem. As for Kiyala Demont, the Dark Master was particularly interested in the Nightsister Clan that held residence on her home world of Dathomir. One could take the Dark Master and the latter's encounter as the beginning of Vilox Pazela's membership to her new cult. Perhaps the same could happen to her with his.

Alas, they were busy. For now, he would do as he had done since returning from his self imposed exile from the Sith Empire four decades ago. Observe, study and analyze his enviornment. An learning curve before he started. Ashin had a clue to what he was beginning, but the other three? Time would tell if they would be involved, if they so permitted.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
@[member="Lady Exedō"]

Shinju -- Kiyala and Rave are going after the sceptre -- meet with them and bring it home, please. That was as much as she could send. She was no telepath, and her attention was elsewhere.

Specifically, on the Kertz-Bhrg generator signature coming from that facility south of the capital. Other targets dominated the Fringe's assets. As the Javin defense force threw itself against her fleet, though, Ashin found herself wondering if this fleet could make do without her for the duration of this engagement.

Then again, that generator wasn't going anywhere. And the Javin defense fleet -- why hadn't it called in the Protectorate? What made it think it could win?
 

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