Skirmish The Battle of Genarius - [THR v SC]

[Ala Quin]

The High Republic & The Sith Covenant
PRESENT

A STORY OF LIGHT VS DARK ​

A shadow sweeps across the Southern Systems, born from internal strife and mistrust. It ripples through the Force... influencing motives, heightening tensions, and adding accelerant to the flames of one person's desperate choice to save her House and the Republic.

With plans provided to them by a traitor, the Sith Covenant have waged a campaign against Republic shipping and evidence of both Sith involvement and an impending attack on a greater scale. The Jedi Order's investigations have led them to Genarius, the same world that has appeared recently in the visions of some Jedi across the Order and elsewhere in the galaxy.

Genarius is under attack!

The Covenant and other dark opportunists strike at the city of Edic Bar, a key to House Veruna's wealth, and a valuable manufacturing base within the Southern Systems. Whatever their intentions, it cannot be good for the people of Edic Bar or the Republic!

OUT OF CHARACTER​

The battle of Genarius is a classic Light v.s. Dark storyline featuring Jedi, Sith, wicked outlaws, and rogue do-gooders set on a floating city in the clouds of a gas giant. This Battlefront-inspired skirmish on a classic locale is intended to be a fun, public PvP thread before the holidays.

Dark Side Objective: Attack the city of Edic Bar, take what you can, and sink it into the clouds.

Light Side Objective: Defend Edic Bar from the Sith assault and evacuate the civilians.

Bonus Objective: A secret SoroSuub lab has developed plans for a prototype star cruiser with advanced blockade running capabilities. Secure them before the lab is destroyed along with the city.

The High Republic and Sith Covenant invite Light and Dark side allies to join the fight! Sign up below if you are interested!

 

[Thessaly Veruna]

Thessaly Veruna sipped her wine. A good vintage. A strong bite. Like the taste of vengeance unfolding on her palette.

The glass was placed down gently on the credenza beside her. It clinked lightly, the lone abberration in her otherwise immaculately controlled silence.

Her finger tapped her tabac filled paper, ash dropping into the waiting porcelain dish. Her hand, slim to near skeletal, move the cigarette to her lips, and she breathed in deeply. She held her breath — as she did her plans — and then she exhaled slowly, a steady stream of smoke that billowed into the air.

From the ancient home on Naboo, Thessaly Veruna awaited news of the first true strike against her brother, and the House of dogs he had so readily debased himself. House Veruna would no longer supplicate to the filth of the Abrantes gene-pool.

She looked at the cigarette, quirked a brow. "Vanilla...interesting choice."

@CLOSED TO TAGS​

 

[Ala Quin]

"Master Jedi. You simply must see...there is more than piracy taking place here."

"You did not have to convince me, Administrator Varkon," Ala said, looking up from the pictures on the table display, "those are definitely lightsaber scorch marks...the only question is what sort of Force users we are dealing with. Reports say that some dark side users have taken up work with the Black Sun..."

She glanced over her shoulder, looking for Balun. His absence brought a frown for just a moment, before remembering that he had split off from her small detachment. Something about sensing a need elsewhere. She trusted the Force in moments like this, but missed her padawan's supportive presence nonetheless.

Her glance back to the table-screen seemed in time with a klaxon that sounded. Ala stood aright, not really adding any impressiveness to her stature, and glared at the screens across the control room. "What is it?"

"The pirates. They are back..."

"I guess we will get those answers sooner than expected."

"Will you fight for us, Master Jedi?"

"Administrator...it would be my honour."

Spinning about her heels, she marched towards the door. She glanced at a Jedi Knight that had accompanied her, a Weequay named Qualls. "Alert the others. All efforts to be turned on repelling these pirates. Find out anything they can about their intentions...and please don't die. Send an extra message to Lorn, please...tell him I love him...and he better take care of himself."

| Outfit: xxx | Tag: Tamsin Starfall fyi, Balun Dashiell fyi, Lorn Reingard | Equipment: Two yellow lightsabers |​

 

[Emissary of Strife]

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The Sith Covenant slipped their strike team past the orbital defenses of Genarius. From what appeared to be ordinary freighters emerged the dark side assailants. Mercenaries and pirates fell in behind acolytes and their leaders. Others sprung their traps elsewhere in the city, having arrived in disguise or by some other means.

Their goal? To cripple House Veruna's tibanna production on the floating city of Edic Bar - spectacularly, if possible, and to send a message to the noble family and their Republic: welcome to the struggle.

"Why do we exist?"

Freighter doors flew open and out poured the fodder.

"To throw ourselves forward."

Their first act was to jump in and stun the enemy; take control of local defenses, and gain the advantage. However, this was not only about fulfilling some contract; it was also a test. The acolytes from Desevro must prove themselves capable of waging war if they mean to claim the title Sith.

"Strife is the divide, and we are the ones who embrace it!"

Sith tags: Mercy Vestra Tane Tamsin Starfall Varin Mortifer Naniti Imperius Indomitus The Madclaw Lysander von Ascania Blade Ice Genesis Draykin Arris Windrun Jorryn Fordyce

Jedi tags: Isobel Serraris Lily Decoria Cerys Dyn Balun Dashiell Acier Moonbound Lorn Reingard Bastila Sal-Soren Hwo Connel Vanagor Ayra Lowe Kito Aiden Porte Jace Rhane

(yell at me if I didn't tag you!)

 

[Zefgahld Qojex]

OOC: Posting as an Imperial spy disguised as a mercenary alias fighting for the Jedi (honor and all that) while working to retrieve the secret objective for the Imperials. I hope such clandestine nature isn't too scummy. It's all for the paradoxical honoring of both the good men and women in the Imperial Military and the honor of and (secret) service to the Jedi Order as an ally, if a very weird one!

Any Jedi who wants a weird, loyal defender, feel free to reach out to me and let's have fun!

Query: Are we using dice when it comes to the secret objective?

Weapons: SSK-7 heavy blaster pistol and an E-11 blaster rifle.

Equipment: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Xcalq-3GA_portable_computer

Objective: Sorosuub Research Center Blueprints/Schematics

"You're Falo Loffkeq?"

The human soldier looked over the mercenary before him. A short, tan-furred and midnight-haired Amaran woman with brilliant purple eyes, smiling lopsidedly as she hefted an older model E-11 blaster rifle with one hand, as though she were already a hero posing for the holo-recordings.

"Yes, Sir! The Jedi put out the call for aid, and I've always had a lifelong admiration for them!" Her smile twitched more to the left, while the right side remained unraised, making her smile crooked. "I-"

Glancing down at his datapad, the immense man cut her off with a wave of a hand both crisscrossed with scars and thick with muscle, nodding as he confirmed the false information that the Amaran had sliced into their system earlier. "Report in with the Jedi and the other soldiers - and DON'T get caught by the Sith alone, for Light's sake!"

The Amaran kept her enthusiastic, nerve-tinged grin in place, striding forward. No one suspected a thing, and that was the last barrier that had to be passed! She had DONE IT! Her childhood heroes and primary moral influencers could be served as this alias from time to time, while Zefgahld Qojex would get away with the means to honor the good men and women of the Imperial military! It was a win-win situation for her and for all of the people she was trying to support! Nothing could go wrong at this point, except wither getting killed or caught!

The Amaran adjusted the black backpack containing her portable computer - it was a necessary piece of equipment for the Sorosuub Research Lab that was, according to both the rumors and intel reports from the military, mercenaries and Jedi alike, had been working on some sort of secret project involving starships, and that was the Amaran's true goal... For the sake of the Imperial military, at least; fighting alongside and merely witnessing the Jedi was just a bonus, and it would be all the more EXCITING if one of them actually accompanied her! THIS was her kithood dream!

The lithe fox alien settled into place next to a trembling, pudgy Ithorian mercenary, taking a moment to salute the gut with two (fingerless) glove-laced digits. Her urban camouflage was a stark contrast to his dark, medium armor. Her own was crafted for light and quick movements, which was going to be an imperative if he was going to make it to the lab swiftly and decisively! She trembled next to the Ithorian, casting her gaze over the High Republic military personnel, the other mercenaries and a few Jedi that were already in attendance! With her heart hammering in her chest, she managed to wave lightly at one of them, doing her best not to giggle like an idiot!

She lowered her gaze and pretended to fiddle with her E-11, slotting in an ammo cartridge as she waited for the order to charge off into the fray, to bring glory to the Jedi and (secretly) to stalwart defenders of the Empire! No matter what, thanks to her efforts, the Sith would begin to burn for their evil!

Emissary of Strife

OOC: I'm fighting alongside the Jedi out of IC love for their ideals, while secretly serving as an Imperial spy, so put me on the Jedi side. I know it's weird, but I hope that's alright.

 

[Arris Windrun]

Opponent: Lily Decoria
Equipment: Down & Out

Everything moved too fast now.

At one point, running between the Black Sun and the Covenant was the greatest sense of freedom. With the guilt of Kattada a more distant memory, Arris found fondness in all-out battle during the First Conclave, to joining a daring band of Sith--the likes of Hasuras and Star-Arm--aboard the dreaded Death Star over Atrisia, where they managed to steal the Emperor's throne room and (allegedly) the man himself inside.

But then she had to go and become responsible. First for the acolytes, then for the turfs on Nar Shaddaa. And now she conspired in the games of high nobility?

Everything moved too fast now.

She departed the freighter behind a group of thugs and eradicator acolytes, the latter led by Lysander von Ascania , their Sith Captain. The halves split shortly after that, as Arris and her pirate fodder moved towards the central processing, where volatile gas was exchanged between the various facilities. It was the nexus point at which they could deliver a critical blow to the entire operation.

However, the cyborg decided to send the ilk on ahead while she investigated something. She felt a ripple in the Force, but it was too raw and she, too untrained, to make sense of.

 

[Cerys Dyn]

The tug shuttle wasn’t much to look at — squat, rust-haloed around the engine intakes, its hyperdrive rating so low it might as well have been decorative. But it would fly. It would get her to the next system. And most importantly, it would get her away.

Cerys traced a hand along the hull, weighing the timing. Guards rotated every six minutes. The loading crew down the way had grown distracted arguing about docking fees. No Jedi signatures were close. She could slip inside, launch before anyone thought to...

The klaxons wailed.

A rising, grating howl rolled through the hangar, turning heads and freezing her blood in equal measure. Dockworkers grabbed for railings as emergency shutters began to grind into place along the outer airlocks. Overhead, the lights shifted to pulsing red.

Pirate attack. Again.

Cerys’ montrals rang with the sudden shift in motion — people running, turbolifts locking down, ships powering up defensively. Her jaw clenched. Of course. Of course the galaxy couldn’t give her ten minutes of stillness.

Her hand drifted unconsciously toward her saber, fingers hovering but not touching. Not here. Not now. She could not reveal herself. Not with Jedi presence already thickening around the station like a tightening net.

A trio of security officers sprinted past her toward the observation deck, shouting orders she half-heard through the static. “Get anything with weapons or a laser-drill up in the air now!”

Cerys exhaled sharply.

The tug shuttle hissed as its systems shut down automatically under station-wide lockdown protocols. So much for slipping away quietly.

She stepped back into the swirl of chaos, hood shadowing her face.

If she wanted off this station…she would have to survive this attack first. And hope the Jedi, nor the pirates, found her first.

Balun Dashiell Jorryn Fordyce​

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: And so it Begins
Location: Edic Bar, Genarius
Tags: Ala Quin

"Why do we exist?"​

A question that plagued everyone who had ever lived, it wasn't a question that had a single answer or even the right one. Evolution did not give you a purpose, A God gave you purpose with out choice, and nihilism gave you choice that ended in ruination. All the ideas in-between were just as unsatisfying as the main three.

It was funny then as Tamsin sat in quiet contemplation at the back of the transport, knew exactly why she existed. It didn't fit the normal mold; she existed to die so that the being attached to her soul could be reborn. A monster that wanted nothing more than to extinguish all existence in the universe. She was the herald of its destruction, the omen of its return.

This Demon inside her was ancient and hunted this realm before. It knew people and faces, all of which it hated and despised. It wanted nothing more than to see them erased and this reality obliterated. That was to be Tamsin's story, the one who brought annihilation back into this universe.

Her existence fated; she had no future beyond the inevitable end. She wanted to fight it, she wanted to write her own fate. Yet every time she took a step forward, she always seemed to get shoved back ten. She wasn't just fighting her inner demon and what it was, but she was fighting for a place of her own in this mad Universe.

Fate was a queen and now it was time for war once more to plague this Galaxy. She flipped up the hood on her black cloak and marched off the freighter. Storming out into the floating city with so many other mercenaries and sith none of which even noticed the diminutive figure. In the back of her mind the Demon hummed a melody of destruction as chaos of battle was about to break out.

"I have always wanted to try to turn a gas giant into a star. Perhaps today child." The demon speaking into her mind between humming sending a chill up Tamsin's spine.

 

[Blade Ice]

Theme: Lick the Pavement
Location: Edic Bar, Genarius
Tags: Hwo

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Black Combat Boots hit the ground or at least the closest thing the gas giant Genarius had for solid ground. A City in the clouds, Edic Bar, of what importance this world was Blade did not really know. To him it seemed the same as any other Gas giant world, one for mining gas.

The old bastard, once known at the Rebel Sith, found himself venturing more and more back into the Galaxy. Maybe it was the itch for a fight, maybe the spark of rebellion was hitting him again. Then again it was probably just boredom setting in.

This High Republic was as good as any other Empire or Republic to try and topple. It was probably marred in just much corruption and stagnation as all the others. Even then if it didn't scratch his itch he could always just walk away back into obscurity where he had been living for many years now.

His glowing orange eyes burning like balls of fire at the center of his face stared out at the city before him. It was time to go to work; he stepped forward his pace and movement steady. His long old tattered brown long coat swaying as he walked forward at a brisk pace. That coat that was a patch work of leather bits, it had seen so many wars not a stitch of it was original piece of the coat.

He was wearing black cargo pants and a black beskar chest piece he had stolen off a Mandalorian he killed a long time ago. If it wasn't for that chest piece, he would have looked like a homeless man wandering the city with his unkempt hair and beard.

His eyes watched as sith and mercenaries alike made their way to their objectives; he too had an objective. The first thing on his list find a damn cantina he could use a stiff drink before a fight and possible a smoke if time permitted.