The Black Garden | CIS Dominion of Tyra'Weilen

[Ascendant Muse]

T Y R A ' W E I L E N​

The Garden World.

For as long as the planet's written history can recall, Tyra'Weilen had been a crown colony of the beautiful Naboo. It mattered not how many wars or travesties befell their region of space, the people of Tyra'Weilen always looked upon Naboo as a source of inspiration and progress. As her colony, the distant world took every effort to emulate the iconic world - going so far as to name her capital Tyra'Theed. In fact, if it were not for the natural differences in landscape, the average soul may not have been able to tell the two worlds apart!

Such it was that Tyra'Weilen had been blessed similarly to Naboo. Millions upon millions of souls flocked to her cities in order to live out prosperous days. Tyra'Theed itself was home to 37 million souls when last a census was taken! With any such population, there were bound to be challenges as the density skyrocketed. Tyra'Theed - and all cities upon the planet for that matter - did their best to live in harmony with nature as they grew. Thus, careful planning was always made whenever expansions to the metropolis were undertaken.

Yet, for all their scans and surveys, there was something that the Tyra'Theed natives did not anticipate. For as soon as they broke ground, hoping to add to the city's breathtaking skyline, there was a tumultous collapse. Several city blocks that were under construction spontaneously were swallowed into the earth - and a tunnel that had evaded their technology looked up to the surface. What laid beneath this unclaimed section of city was...ancient to say the very least. And thus, all plans to expand were temporarily halted.

Home to a local culture of Jedi Knights, the city gathered its finest minds and most capable Jedi to explore the ruins below. All estimates assumed that this was, perhaps, an ancient attempt at a metropolis - simply buried under the sands of time. However, after seventy-two hours underground...there was no response from the first team. A relief squad was sent in to investigate, and they too went dark. It was only after a week's time had spanned that the missing persons emerged one morning, seemingly unscathed.

They spoke of a city, built of shimmering glass. And even brought back samples from the expedition. But something was...off...about them. Their speech tended to slur, their eyes glaze over - as if they were present but not. This was more than enough that the Jedi took the samples back to their Enclave for containment and study. The hope was that they would be able to discern something conclusive about what laid below. Yet, as the city waited on baited breath, those tasked with containment became victims.

As night fell, frenzied cries for help erupted over the public channels. The sounds of lightsabers slicing in vain. Battle erupted within the Enclave walls. A losing fight against an unseen foe. Tyra'Theed, and by extension the planet at large, had no true military to speak of. Their largely ceremonial forces were ill-equipped to face down anything that could fell Jedi. And thus, after council with Naboo proper, a call for aide was made to the neighboring Confederacy of Independent Systems.

But even before they could arrive, what laid below began to crawl above. Automatons, seemingly built of shimmering glass, marched to the surface. Mayhem began to unfold within the city streets, only to be contained by the quick thinking of a surviving Jedi. A shield generator was put into place about the Chasm, creating a bubble that allowed the city a moment to breathe while help arrived. It now falls to the Confederacy to rid the world of its plight. A terrifying foe awaits - how will you rise to the task?

Spoiler: Objectives

Upon arriving to Tyra'Theed, the shield generator keeping Hell itself at bay will be lowered. Yet as the shield drops, the task force will find no adversaries on the surface. All have retreated underground, as if anticipating an eventual descent. Brave the madness of what lies beneath. Rip out its heart and put an end to the plight of Tyra'Theed.​

The plight of the Tyra Jedi will not go unanswered. As a dropship is dispatched to the Enclave, the survivors have managed to seal in what had felled their comrades. Unravel the mystery of what assaulted the Jedi and silence it, once and for all.​

Tyra'Theed is a city unhinged. The initial assault left many wounded and the city has been unable to quell the damage. Fires burn unchecked. The city is crying for aide - will you answer?​

Spoiler: Tag

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[Alejandro Chadian]

Tyra'welin was a mystery to the young Fleet Marshal. He ,in actuality, had never heard of the planet. He was a Sith, however. Whatever on the ground did not scare him. It emboldended him. "Prepare to drop all forces." He spoke. In each individual ship was a collection of forces. Dauntless, Knights Obsidion. The whole shebang was here. "Aye, sir" replied the familiar voice of Nade. "Hail Tyra'theed. Notify them to drop the shield. Move our ships in. After all our forces are down the shield is to come back up. And tell them to transfer their auxiliary power to that shield generator. All ships are to stand by in case I order an evacuation. Prepare my drop pod." He ordered. He of course had a bad feeling about this entire ordeal. Well, he would see.

Upon entering the planets atmosphere he was at awe once he saw what all the fus was about. In the dropship was his usual compatriots: Nade, a Super Tatical Droid and a Fireteam of Superbattle droids. "Upon landing I want forces surrounding the town in a defensive formation. We have no idea what is down there waiting for us. Or what attacked them. Has anyone ever been to a glass city or a fought a glass droid." He waited for Nade to answer. He simply shook his head. "Good, you will do both today" Cypher announced proudly

 

[Layla Solari]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9L7mZH2u3Qc​

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Objective: Get snacks​

Equipment: Weapons, Armor, anything else she can find, Dress when armor is not active​

Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

This day had gone from pleasant and happy filled with food to just plain annoying. Layla had been on the planet, devouring some of those annoying people that smuggled weapons onto the planet. No one would mind this, they hated these people, it was better for everyone that they just disappeared and Layla got her food! They also had a few minor force users in their midst, that made a good pain killer as she drained them of their force energy before they died! The Jedi barely even cared. Now true, they had chased her once, but that was to be expected. But over all it was a good time. It was certain they understood what she was, even if they didn't quite understand what she was doing.

Layla sat on a building, her feet dangled over the edge as she ate an ice cream cone. It was a delicious vanilla flavor, and it made her quite happy and content. Her feet kicked in delight, as she gazed at the night sky. In this enjoyable end of day afterglow, is where all the trouble began. The fires began, and the screaming. The smell of blood wafted on the breeze. For all of Layla's super human senses, the noise began to cause her headaches and problems. It was to much information to take in like this. However, something was disturbing her night.

Didn't they know she was the only real monster on this rock?​

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She quickly finished her icecream and leaped from the building. As she fell, the Nanech surrounded her form. First the black thin control suit. It responded to her mental and nervous system commands, and coated her body. Millions of cilia dug into her pours, latching themselves there. Long thin tendrils drove into her flesh at predetermined places. There, they connected to her veins, nervous system, and muscles. The pain as they latched on and activated was nearly enough to make her vomit. However, it was familiar all the same, so she managed to shrug it off.

After the black mass covered her, the harder outer armor and tendrils formed. The material pushed through the hole in her backpack, and covered her. Four powerful arms, dozens of long tentacles, a monstrous visage, and a protective armor soon covered her. The transformation merely took a second to complete, long before she hit the ground. However, it wasn't the fall that killed you, it was the sudden stop. To keep this from happening, she extended several of her long tendrils and caught them on the side of the building. She then transferred her energy into a long swing, that gradually slowed her down enough to hop to the ground. However, when she landed, she did right on top of some sort of glass looking automaton. It was bizarre, and that never sat right with her. From her hands the nanech formed her two swords and she hacked at the creature. The blades, controlled by nanites ended at a perfect singular molecule. With them she slashed through the molecules that held together. With each hit, the edge would weaken and when pulled away, the material would reform it. Over and over and over she slashed into the entity.

When finally finished, she reached out with her two lower hands, and touched the materials. The black goop slid out and coated the pieces, dissolving it into usable material to create more nanech. However, when she noticed its weapon, she chose to not dissolve that, and instead pulled away. As the material coated the large blaster cannon looking weapon, it pulled it back and began to meld the weapon to her lower arms. Swords in the upper, and blaster cannon in the lower. A series of high pitched clicking sounds emanated from her, as she moved around the corner, and came face to face with a city on fire. The one she had destroyed had been a smaller version of these creatures roaming around, blasting the city.

Long tendrils shot out from her body to latch onto the ground, and buildings as anchor points as she began to open fire on their legs with their own weapons. Whatever they were using to move around, she shot at. She much didn't care if it was legs, tracks or whatever have you. After a few blasts, she unanchored herself, and rushed at a building as incoming fire poured at her. The heavy siege weaponry caused mass devastation around the girl, however, what did she care? She could scavenge for food later. Any time she found an opening, she opened fire again, after anchoring herself. The kickback on the weapon was intense, the only thing that held her together was the Nanech itself. The dark side surrounded the girl, and she gathered flames from the burning buildings to create a roaring inferno that she launched at the enemies.

This battle of cat and mouse, with each side playing both the cat and the mouse continued, until they retreated, and the shield generator went up. The small girl played in the rubble a bit, her tentacles dug out a small little cave where she found some bodies of the recently deceased. She gobbled up the snacks quite happily. The nanech surged from her body, surrounded the corpses, and began to devour them. Into the ones that still had a good amount of blood in them, the tendrils drove into their bodies first, and pulsed red as it drank down their blood. The little one hummed to herself as she ate. When finished, she forced the nanech to separate itself from the blaster cannon and dropped it in the hole, for safe keeping. She may need it again soon, but it was huge, and ungainly, and would hinder her attempts at gathering information.

When it was all done the nanech pulled out of her body, and she winced in pain. However, the wounds in her skin from the tendrils soon closed up, with her losing almost no blood what so ever. Everything went back to its place. The swords to her bracelets, the control suit to her choker, and the outer suit into her backpack. With that, the girl set out, to see if anyone else had managed to survive the initial attack, and if anyone knew what they had been.

 

[Samael Snowsong]

Objective: Assist the people​

Tags: N/A​

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The Viceroy of Lok began helping people out of burning buildings where he could doing the best he could. He was not a trained soldier the best he could do was fire a gun while hunting. As such he had elected not to assist with the glass creatures or whatever had happened to the Jedi within their enclave. So instead he began assisting the fire fighters and the medics already running around. He was at least trained in first aid. One never went hunting without knowing how to fix themselves without needing too much.

He had heard so many stories of the beauty of the city and it's jedi. Now he was watching it burn to the ground around him because of some unforeseen force that had buried itself within the planet likely years ago. Something made of glass. Something that shouldn't exist and yet it did. Samael knew that these people had relied on jedi and force users too heavily. The cost was now without their jedi the emergency services were just getting by.

Then he thought about Lok. His current plans for the planet were to build it into the future one step at a time and after what was happening here the first step would be improvement of emergency responders. Whether that be droids, people or a mix of the two in any case he would need them to be the best they could so that in Lok's improvements they didn't fall victim to some random cosmic trap that had been placed millennium ago. As he thought so he helped another man out of the building and to a hospital cot so he could be checked on site. Yes indeed he would have to.

 

[McKenna Rory]

Objective: BYOO

A battle... This is what McKenna had been trained for, she was a fighter pilot after all. She had just recently graduated from the Naval Academy where she had graduated top of her class, this was just what she was waiting for. However she was misinformed of the situation, there were no other starfighters. Infact there was not an enemy insight. Shaking her head she would decide to head down to the planets surface to see what the situation on the ground was like.

Upon landing her A-Wing in the city, she would move toward the wounded that lay everywhere. Having been through the Academy she was trained in most forms of first aid and decided she was best suited to help the wounded. She would begin to help all that she could before seeing Samael. She made her way over to him say "hey there"

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[Gerwald Lechner]

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w. [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]​

The dropship engines hummed as it came to a hover over the landing zone near the Jedi Enclave. Gerwald was the first to leap from the opening as his impatience to face whatever it was behind the doors had gotten the best of him. He was an emotional wreck inside, still reeling over the death of his best friend. Nae had been the only one to simply accept him for all of his mistakes and not judge him. Maybe she had privately, but nothing of their bond had ever given away she had. Her advice to him had been to lay off the women for a while, advice he had taken to heart. Gerwald didn’t need the complication of his love life keeping him from advancing in the Knights Obsidian.

To that event he had taken on a partner for this mission, perhaps he was not in the best mindset to help one acclimate to this part of the Knights responsibilities, but Gerwald had to show he was moving forward despite everything else about his actions saying otherwise. The young red haired woman was hopefully on his heels as his boots crunched along the ground. His large frame cut through the path with a determination which would betray his desire for combat. The pain and anger drove him to unhealthy ways of dealing with it, at least he hadn’t reverted to the soft arms of the opposite sex to find his comfort.

“Keep up, we have something to kill,” the beast said with a wolfish grin.

They needed to assess the area, which meant Gerwald had to exercise his people skills. They were lacking to say the least. He was an introvert most days, but now he stood outside the enclave where the Jedi were waiting to meet them. Ger wasn’t the leader by any means, but today he acted the role as he pointed to the entrance.

“What are we dealing with,” his voice barked toward the group of robed monks. They seemed to startle at his gruff exterior and voice. His eyes bore into them waiting for an answer.

One of the older monks came forward.

“Darkness.”

Gerwald shrugged and rolled his eyes. That was not the answer he was looking for. Darkness was the one thing Gerwald carried inside. It had been there under Naedira’s influence and the decisions which he made since his decision leave Scherezade deWinter behind in favor of Katine. Had Gerwald known she would simply be gone would his choice have been different. It was too late to know, and Gerwald was not the person he was then.

Gerwald turned to see if the others had joined them yet, or if he was going to barrel ahead without them. His eyes fell to the redhead.

“Shall we go and face whatever it is they have contained?”

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Outside of the Vault
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental State: Unusual Excitement
Tags: [member="Shakti Sweet"], [member="Ephraim"]
Post: #1

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The ride down to the planet was much like any of their other mission the sisters took on. A silent cabin, with the redhead piloting the shuttle and the miraluka taking the time to meditate. Ever since the battle on Tanaab, and the power she had achieved while there, she had figured out the ability to talk to her voices in a much more isolated state. No longer was the darkness of her meditation filled with nothingness. Now, the two voices floated around in her mind, lights illuminating the otherwise completely dark room. Red, representing Ambrus, teal for Ora, and they combined for a purple whenever they agreed.

Which seemed to be more often, typically when the voices knew that Xobos was heading into an area that guaranteed combat, which would lead to blood. It seemed to satiate them, and was one of the main reasons that they had seemingly taken more of a liking to the missions that Adron sent her on. That wasn’t to say they didn’t annoy her at times, however. Though, sometimes, they were seemingly much more observant than the miraluka gave them credit for. “I wonder what we are to think of the new follower of your master.”

Her eyes opened at Ambrus’s words, looking over to observe the man that had joined the sisters for a moment. Apparently he was a new apprentice of Adron. She didn’t doubt that he was powerful, otherwise he wouldn’t have been taken in. Wathcing him during this mission was going to be interesting, and seeing where his power matched up to her own. If it was more so than her own, she wouldn’t be surprised. That didn’t mean she had to like it, or him, however.

The rest of the trip down was filled with conversations with the voices, which thankfully didn’t last too long. One could go crazy talking to ones self for too long, which was probably why many considered the miraluka to be insane. Which was probably not too far from the truth. As the shuttle passed through the shield around the city, she stood, retrieving her helmet from where it had sat beside her the entire ride. Pulling it onto her head, she slowly walked to the back of the ship to disembark as soon as it landed, cape trailing closely behind her as she did so.

As the ship landed, and the shuttle doors subsequently opened up, Xobos was the first down the ramp, quickly turning to look up it and make sure the others were following behind. She reached out with her mind, using the marks on their arms as a connector, and opened the private link between her and her sister. “This…exta one. He won’t slow us down, will he? I’m not looking to be punished for not completing this mission, sister.” She asked, referring to the extra apprentice that had rode with them down to the planet.

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Eli-Mae had been training as hard as she could over the past couple of months, she had come a long way from the girl who had been taken in by the confederacy. She had gotten this assignment only a few hours prior to leaving. The Small redhead was extremely quick to run to her quarters and retrieved her armor, she stepped into it and hit the button on her belt, this made the armor become like a second skin to the small girl. This armor was extremely high-tech for what it was.

She would head off to board the gunship. As the gunship lifted off she looked around, she saw all the troops that were with them, nothing more specialized then the regular troopers than she had seen on Tanaab. It was her partner that she took interest in, he was a force user for sure, she glimpsed at him and then let her mind go blank focusing on the force.

As the Gunship sat down she would jump off following the knight who she took to be in charge on this one. As he spoke she would listen, she was not one to speak unless necessary. As the man stopped and spoke to the man she would step to the side of him instead of behind him. As his eyes fell on her and asked his question she spoke "Yes I am ready" She said her hands going to her lightsabers at her sides. After saying this she would hit the button on her armor and let her helmet come up covering her fiery hair and fair face.

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[Kiff Brayde]

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TAG: [member="Layla Solari"] [member="Scherezade DeWinter"] [member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"]​

Kiff had traveled quite a deal ever since he'd graduated from the Arkanis Naval Academy, an era that seemed to be some long-forgotten memory of naivety and youthfulness, now replaced with experience in action and warfare. He'd gone from the Core to the Outer Rim, seen planets like Fondor, Miranda, Eshan, and Tanaab. Every time Kiff had thought he'd seen it all, he had been often unpleasantly surprised at what new things the galaxy was able to throw at him. From the Ewok-piloted horde of snubfighters over Tanaab to the mysterious and deadly creatures of Haruun Kal, Kiff could probably write a lengthy novel on his experiences, retire, and live off of the credits that would come in from that. Yet, where was the excitement in writing a book?

As he had done on the jungle world of Haruun Kal, Kiff had decided to command a ground force instead of the usual naval detachment, and this time he'd learned from the mistakes made on Haruun Kal; The High Marshal would not be going easy on whatever these glass automatons were. Kiff's ground force included four massive TX-1 Wardroids, behemoths designed to scorch cities, but in this case it would be here to protect Tyra'Theed; with heavy turbolasers, laser cannons, and anti-personnel cannons galore, even a Jedi-killing machine would have a hard time getting past it and sabotaging the Shield Generator. Two companies of the famed, and slightly erratic Crusader-class battle droids made up the main impetus of Kiff's force. The droids were slightly unorthodox model, with their own devout religion and slightly out-of-line beliefs, but in the tunnels Kiff had little doubt their valor would waver. Reinforcing the defenses of Tyra'Theed and the two Crusader companies was a regiment of the standard Confederacy battle droid, the B1 Mk. II class, as well as a company of H1 Battle Droids, the special variety designed with shield arms; a trait that would be invaluable in whatever tunnels lie below the surface of the city.

Kiff's entire strategy was focused around the tunnel warfare promised by the glass automatons, and that proved itself with the DSD-2 Spider Droids, an entire platoon of them; their small size and flexibility would be invaluable in the tunnels; in addition to that, an Armor Company of MLC-3-Z light tanks had formed outside of the tunnel entrances, creating a barricade between them and the city along with companies pulled out of the regiment of B1 Battle Droids. Last but not least, Kiff himself was prepared to fight in the tunnels, something that was unexpected of an officer as high a status as the High Marshal. BAW-55 Heavy Blaster Pistol in hand, a blaster-resistant overcoat resting on a field version of his High Marshal uniform, and dress boots changed out for sturdier combat boots, Kiff was ready to face whatever awaited the Confederacy below Tyra'Theed.

He adjusted the small officer's cap over his curly brown air and holstered his pistol as a droid commander walked up to him. "High Marshal -- All squads are assembled and prepared to descend into the lower catacombs at your command, sir," the droid said in a stiff, metallic voice. Kiff nodded. "Inform Fireteam Alpha that I will be joining them and tell all squads to prepare to descend. All H1 Droids are to activate their shield arms and proceed with caution," Kiff ordered while he pulled gloves over his bare hands. The plan was simple; the Confederacy droids had been divided into individual squads comprised of different droids; a fireteam of Crusader Battle Droids in the vanguard, while the rest of the squadrons would proceed behind the safety of the H1 Battle Droid's shield arms. With enough droids to cover all the entrances, it would only be a matter of waiting to see if these tunnels had some end to it, and to discover what mystery lay below the black garden.

KIFF'S FORCES​

Spoiler

Tunnel Forces

Spoiler

• Fireteam Alpha
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x12 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Beta
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Gamma
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Delta
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Zeta
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
  

City Defense Forces

• x4 TX-1 Wardroids
• x672 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
• x15 MLC-3-Z light tanks

ACTIONS​

Spoiler

• All fireteams are descending into the tunnels beneath Tyra'Theed; Fireteam Alpha is accompanied by High Marshal Kiff Brayde
• All TX-1 Wardroids are defending Tyra'Theed's shield generator, around with about half of the detachment of B1 Mk. II Battle Droids on the surface
• The other half of the droid detachment on the surface, as well as the Armor Company of MLC-3-Z light tanks, have formed a barricade around the entrances into the tunnel

 

[Valdemar Halstein]

Tyra’Weilen – Orbit

The Deliverance

“Captain on deck!”
“At ease, Ensign,” Valdemar said as she entered. Each tread of his feet created a light clink, and he walked with the aid of a strange stick. “Situation?”
“We’ve arrived in orbit, sir. The situation is grim on the surface. Comms chatter has indicated that there has been some sort of concealed city below the main settlement. They were able to resist the initial attack but have called for assistance.”
“Good. The situation has not deteriorated. Reach out to other Confederate officers in orbit and ensure they know our flight paths. We are expecting no opposition in space, but stay prepared. Lieutenant Chall, that’s your concern. Have a corvette move into position over the northern pole and scan for other ships. Warn them that the capital is having an emergency and suggest they redirect for now to Little Oxon.”

Heading to the window he looked down at the continental world below. “Lieutenant Drahan, contact the Providence and have them prepared to dispatch squadrons to the ground. I will go in person to assume order on the ground. Ready my shuttle. Commander Tanos, you have the bridge whilst I am away.”

The flurry of orders given, he headed from the bridge. It was not quite necessary for a Captain to go to the surface, but he had not heard of any higher authority on the ground. Besides, there was no enemy in space, so it was unnecessary for him to remain there. The old soul of adventure still weaved a treacherous web over him.

As he seated himself in the dropship and they began to descend he reflected that this was going to be one of the very first missions for this…Confederacy. It would be interesting to see how they handled things. That was part of why he wanted to be on the ground. It was easy to be taken in by speeches and fanfare, but it was on the ground that truth would out.

 

[Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn]

Gabriel Umberhorn had not been the first Viceroy of Cantoi, his predecessor was an elderly man who served until he was found incompetent and promptly executed on the steps of the Prince's residence while he walked down them. Gabriel himself assumed the title and began to travel the universe, mostly within CIS territory. He had been new on the scene, many had not even known that Gabriel had took up office. However he sought to make a name for himself and bring more prosperity to his dear home world. Such a quest had brought him to Tyra'Theed, where so many of his unknowing allies had gathered. Through much searching he found an effort worth dedicating his time to, sadly he saw a huge risk to his men leading to a prompt choice of leaving them behind. Having deployed relatively late he arrived shortly after Kiff had established his barricade.

Getting access to the High Marshal had been far easier than expected, he had approached the man and greeted him with a brief bow, the older man obviously had gained some respect from the young man he had never met. "High Marshal Kiff Brayde, I have read much of your exploits and victories. It is a pleasure." He paused for a moment having forgotten his introduction, it seemed that even a young man as cold as Gabriel could show admiration. "I am Lord Hynatos, Regent of Hycantoi Primus, Viceroy of Cantoi. Today I will accompany you into the tunnels." Short and to the point Gabriel wasted no time. The young noble had only carried a visible weapon on his side, a lightsaber at that, offering a hint of sorts to his capabilities, "I assure you, my pressence will be of great service to you."

He'd await the man's response, there was only so much Gabriel could offer before it simply became incoherent babbling.


[member="Kiff Brayde"] @[member="Layla Solari"]@[member='[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/17618-scherezade-dewinter/"]Scherezade deWinter[/URL]'], @[member='[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/20689-xobos-yakieer/"]Xobos Yakieer[/URL]']

 

[Kaden Farr]

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w. [member="Darth Elyria"] ​

Kaden stood at the edge of the Vault, a gateway to a world not dissimilar to the one which had been his home for many years. There was no telling how long Kaden had truly spent in the plane of the dead. His daughter had aged significantly from what he knew, so the Mandalorian could only guess in total his time in the Netherworld had been close to twelve years. Twelve years of darkness, fending off the creatures of the perpetual black night. It had taken its toll on the man, his only solace in life [member="Daisy Americus"]. Had she not been in his life, willing to be at his side when needed, Kaden may have given in to the black beskar which lined his heart. It was a wonder he could offer any affection to the blonde, but it always seemed to find a way to her.

There had been another which found Kaden when he was lost and confused. How could Yasha have fosses him aside for another, disregarded their vows, and let another raise his child? Those questions had been more of a Hell than the dark underground had ever been. It was only then the alluring voice of his mother had called to him. She called him to step deeper into the darkness. Every soul trapped in the Netherworld had told him to avoid the darkness, but she called him to it. Kaden heard her voice and had followed it until he found her.

[member="Darth Elyria"] has taught him to reach out to the living, and Kaden had found Daisy. He’d never meant to make her feel as though she were going insane. His cries and pleas to the blonde had been for help, for freedom. The help had not come from her, but once again Elyria had somehow managed to find him passage back to a body, back to the land of the living.

Kaden owed her his life.

He was the firstborn, and Kaden knew his place. His task was to make her way ready and her path clear. Every life Kaden had taken in the Confederacy, every look of terror and dread as life was about to be snuffed our, he did it for her. It was the offering she required to gain strength and to draw herself out of the prison she was bound in. Kaden wanted to see her, to meet her, and know her face once more. As he stood at the vault his prayers to her were simply muttered under his breath.

“Hear me mother… be free… if I enter will find you?”

 

[Shakti Sweet]

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Location: Tyra'weilen - En Route to the Vault​

Tags: [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Ephraim"]
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She wasn't entirely sure that her idea to invite Ephraim to tag along on her latest mission from the Exarch was a wise one... From the moment their shuttle had launched she could feel the unease radiating off the young Sith apprentice knelt in the rear of the ship. Something had indeed changed since they'd last had a chance to travel with one another - she could feel that as well. It was like a sense of calm that rolled off the young woman that had not been there previously. Certainly, whatever was communicating with the girl in her mind was still plaguing her, but there was a sense of restfulness there as well. It seemed the younger apprentice had learned some new tricks.

The redhead navigated the shuttle down to the planet's surface without issue, enjoying the silence that had enveloped the trio, for she knew well enough it wouldn't last. Between her mouthy merc and her hyper-active sister they were sure to be chittering away in no time. Xobos had been getting better as the voices became clearer to her, spending more time in her own mind listening and conversing with them, instead of chewing on the mute's ear - and Ephraim had taken to conversing with her in GSL when they were able. It meant she didn't need to bombard him with the mess she referred to as a voice. Her life had been pleasantly quiet for quite some time.

As the bay doors opened and the ramp lowered, Shakti lifted herself from the pilot's seat and turned to Ephraim, motioning for him to exit the ship before her. She could hear that her sister was already bounding down to the ground outside with no instruction required. Convenient. The Firrerreo collected up the belt that held the sword and sheathe she'd taken to carrying of late and fastened it as she descended the ramp to meet the rest of their little group. She'd received minimal information, as she assumed the others had, about what had been happening on this planet.... Something about glass monsters? Already this was exhausting... Joy.

Fastening the last buckle on the belt, she felt the familiar tingle on her arm as her sister reached between that connection their Master had forged, brilliant green eyes snapping up to meet those of her unseeing sister. Slow them down? A feeling of dry mirth crossed that bridge that joined the pair for but a moment before she motioned with her head towards the man who had joined them. "Fights better than me." With that out of the way she turned her gaze to the merc and gave him another short nod. Her hands raised as she spoke with him shortly: Did he know the coordinates for their destination on the planet? Something about a vault. With the time they'd spent together she rarely needed to go into great detail with him - he understood her mind better than most.

 

[Alexander]

Location: Tyra'weilen - En Route to the Vault​

Tag: [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Shakti Sweet"]​

The Mercenary had only known glimpses of this Life.

As her assigned Rook, it fell upon Ephraim to ensure that the fiery-haired woman remained breathing. As her friend, a platter of worry tended to knot into being inside his stomach whenever she went on "missions." It was not due to a lack of skill on her part - far from it. But rather, the man that she called Master always had a way of pushing [member="Shakti Sweet"] to her limits. More often than not, when her ventures were said and done, it fell to Ephraim to stitch up the pieces. There were many nights like that, filled with needle and thread upon skin and liquor to null the sting.

However, this was the path that Shakti had chosen to walk. And as her friend, Ephraim played his part to the letter. On the outset of her training, there may have been a word of protest here and there. But, knowing what she strove for...Now he simply gave her a nod and got to work, no questions asked. It was rare that he saw the Wildling these days. Rarer still that the stars aligned and a mutual mission fell onto their lap. This was one such occasion. Apparently, there was all sorts of mayhem unfolding on Tyra'Weilen.

And the Ministry of Secrets wanted the details.

Shakti, already assigned this from higher along the food chain, was gracious enough to allow him to come along for the operation. Given that he didn't slow her or her...Sister...down. Ephraim didn't know that the woman had a sister, for one - but they never talked about their personal histories all that much. Still, as their sparring record was yet in his favor, the mercenary felt confident it wouldn't be him dragging them down. For the flight over, he passed the time making brief chatter with Shakti whilst her partner meditated in the rear of the vessel. GSL was the tongue of choice - though Ephraim had no qualms hearing her voice in his head if need be.

But, all quiet things come to an end. And soon, Ephraim was motioned to lead the way off the vessel. Shakti asked if he knew the way they were going and he responded with a quick nod, followed by tapping his temple - a modern sign for checking the comm or HUD. He then tapped thrice upon his wrist-mounted datapad and forwarded over the coordinates for her to see. They were only a couple blocks out from the square - and there were enough Confederate IFFs in the area that, even lost, they would stumble their way over eventually.

Ephraim had no qualms about taking point either way. The second his boots hit the ground, it was time for action and haste bubbled into his steps. It wouldn't be long before the team arrived at the shield generator. And after that...it would be a descent into whatever madness was claiming the city.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

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Location: Jedi Temple Place
Gear: Armor, Shatory Reishūkaku, Mk1 Shadow Rifle, KO Pathfinder Boots
Peps: [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] [member="Gerwald Lechner"]
Post: 1

Another day another drop ship landing, and though for some this would be a first Kurenai had been apart of similar operations plenty of times in the past. Underground expedition, strange findings, then your usual sudden explosion of beats and monsters from the deep. It seemed such events were becoming more common these days, though out of all the mysterious monsters to break surface and wreak havoc on the landscape this was the first time she had heard of glass like constructs. Such events were very mysterious, no doubt her mother would be all over then deadly behemoths given the chance, but right now her job was to join in the subjugation of the creatures trapped within the Jedi strong hold.

It would be best that said Jedi had someone to talk with that understood their order, Kurenai doubting that Grewald had ever interacted with their kind in the past, such thoughts only being reinforced by the mans very brazen attitude towards the few members already out front to greet them. "I believe it would be beneficial to at least ask them about the enemy before charging in", her eyes shifting to the side slightly, somewhat glaring at the man. "If these things can alter ones mind, I't would be useful to knew if there is some way to counter it least some of us fall to it's control".

 

[Ascendant Muse]

Tag: [member="Cypher Raige"] | [member="Layla Solari"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Kiff Brayde"] | [member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Shakti Sweet"] | [member="Ephraim"]​

Nothing.

Upon the arrival of the Confederate reinforcements, lowering the shield generator would be deemed a safe maneuver. In doing so, the brave souls would be free to make their descent into the unknown. Yet...Just as those above had eyes to witness the chasm itself, those below could also see. At the present hour, the force which had sown the seeds of discord had since returned from whence they came. Upon the lowering of the shield, the Confederates would find no opposition rising to face them.

There would only be the Dark Below.

Descent would be tricky. The chasm itself is not a perfect break, so the ferrying of equipment or vehicles would need to be undertaken via repulsorlift. However, the average adult could scale down with minimal difficulty. Upon reaching the conclusion of the chasm proper, one would be greeted with their first sight of Glass. The mirrored substance grew seemingly natural out of the stone, forming a pyramid-like pathway forward. What's more, "stairs" could be identified, cut and leading up towards the entrance.

Yet there was but one obstacle. A gap. Between the chasm's base and the beginning of the steps is a perilous fall. So far down does this abyss stretch that the naked eye cannot even fathom the bottom. The distance is far greater than what any average adult could muster. There are stones littered about the chasm's base, some as large as a repulsortank whilst others the size of pebbles. Aside from these, there is nothing to grasp, nothing to aide in the crossing the gap. Yet surely, beyond the distant arch is where the enemy waits.

And rest assured, they have seen you coming.

Rest assured...They are Watching.

 

[Josiah]

Location: Enclave, Exterior​

Tag: [member="Gerwald Lechner"] | [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Mara Denko"]​

One of the hardest lessons was shelving the mantle Jedi.

Upon swearing fealty to the Knights Obsidian, Josiah Denko committed to being apart of something greater. To serving the people, protecting their interests, and doing right by his fellow Knights. For the most part, the missions which fell into the umbrella of this Cause aligned with the Jedi's personal ethics. He had learned and was reared as a Jedi - and as such, the Light held fast to his world view. Though he was a Knight Obsidian, when he looked into the mirror, he could still see the iconic robes and the old ways. Though he was apart of something far different, his foundation always remained the same.

This complicated matters for him at times. Though he was able to put aside his biases, such as working with Dark Siders, for the sake of the Cause, there were times when his instincts flared. Times such as these. Though a city was in flames and had fallen prey to an assault by an unknown force, Josiah did not commit himself to quelling whatever Hell had been unleashed. Rather, he devoted the whole of his talents towards liberating the Jedi who were also in peril. In a sense, when given a choice between the people and Jedi? He went running for the latter.

Fortunately, he was not alone in this endeavor. Beside him in all steps of life was [member="Mara Denko"]. In this, both man and wife were of one mind. They would not allow tragedy to befall their distant cousins, not whilst they still had the Light and the means to aide them. Thus, as the dropship roared to a halt outside the Enclave, Josiah quickly disembarked. He paused only to help Mara leap down from the side door before joining his compatriots at the entrance. He was able to pick up the tail end of the budding conversation.

The impression was clear: they did not know what they were up against. Josiah, while just as eager as [member="Gerwald Lechner"] to see what was behind door number one, quickly realized that intel would prevent them from becoming the next victims. With arms folded across, he came to stand beside Master Yumi, offering a slight nod of agreement. "Truly that would be best. Knowing what we face will ensure we do not suffer the same fate." he began. "Let us await the others before we begin. We don't want them to miss any of the details."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Nozhi Blades | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Layla Solari"] | @Xobox Yakieer | [member="Kiff Brayde"] | [member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn"] | [member="Kaden Farr"]| [member="Darth Elyria"] | [member="Shakti Sweet"] | [member="Ephraim"] |

Scents. All these scents surrounded her, and Scherezade gasped, closing her eyes, willing the amount of attention they demanded to go down. She'd barely landed on the planet before she immediately knew where [member="Gerwald Lechner"] was, though his position was half shrouded by the scents of so many she knew to varying degrees – she knew [member="Kaden Farr"] was there because she could smell his blood, just as she knew her very own brother, [member="Ephraim"], was there as well; the two had met but briefly on Vandelheim and she had left that meeting with more questions than she had going in. The scents of @Xobox Yakieer and [member="Shakti Sweet"] were also familiar to her, courtesy of their meetings during the events of Kuat, and at last, another bird, [member="Kiff Brayde"].

She was supposed to have become accustomed to smelling so much familiar blood, and most days, she was. Yet today… There was something different about today. Something grated against her nerves, causing her sensitivity for them all the rise. But short of wearing a force suppressing collar, nothing she could attempt or think of attempt of doing seemed to do the trick. It was almost as though the blood was boiling, rising to the surface, demanding something that she had not given it, did not know to give it.

Shaking her head, Scherezade looked around her again. Once more she could smell the blood, though this time, it was not the scent of those she knew that was reaching her. Wounds had been opened, to a frightening degree. Someone here, was doing killing. But who? And why? The Confederacy had just arrived on the planet, surely it was too early to start the massacres?

Annoyed, the Sithling began to follow the scent. The beauty of the Naboo-like world around her was lost to her entirely. While planets that offered beautiful nature was something she tended to enjoy, she loathed Naboo almost to its very core, particularly disliking the smell there. It had not kept her from opening a business on the planet, a small farm for her warrior-bred Kadu, but that that didn't give it any favors. She visited it as little as she possibly could and had no thoughts on the matter to change that.

It was late by the time she had arrived, only to find what looked like a child, [member="Layla Solari"], to be standing there. She had missed the impressive display, missioned the bodies though she could still smell them in the distance, not all of them human.

The attacks that had occurred but moments before had gone completely over her head. Distracted by the smell and laser focused on it, it seemed that anything that might have otherwise attacked her was content to not even try to attack the Blood Hound. Not yet, anyway.

Sniffing again, Scherezade looked at the girl. Looked human. Was not human. But what was that smell?

It was at that moment when the vault actually opened – and the darkness below waited. Scherezade felt her insides shiver ever so slightly; she'd been afraid of the dark ever since coming out of the pebble. And yet, there was something in there that called to her. It was almost… It was almost as though the Darkness itself came calling, this time with the promise of sweet embrace that would offer kindness and love rather than a lethal trap that would offer nothing but slow and drawn out permanent death.

Looking to the child again, Scherezade squinted. Maybe that weird smelling kid would know what was up. "What are you?" she asked. Not who. What. Some things, the blood would laways scream at her. This was no different. And once she had her answer, she would perhaps jump down.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

"Knowledge and innovation are virtually the Knighthood's bread and butter," a mechanical voice croaked as a small Droid appeared from the dropship behind [member="Josiah"] Denko, just ahead of Alkor. "If the Knights Obsidian were to go running headlong into danger without adequate knowledge of the threat, why, that would not do at all!"

"Quiet, Squire," Alkor dismissed the smaller unit as he approached the rest of the group. "Several of them were assigned to the two groups for reconnaissance, but they are awfully mouthy." Before the Obsidian Squire could protest, Alkor retrieved his datapad. He had no desire to be here. He had a duty to be here. He wasn't wearing his armor. His mind was someplace far away.

"Knight Yumi," he addressed [member="Kurenai Yumi"], "and Knight Denko. Among us, you two have the best relations with the Jedi. If you would do the honors of collecting what intelligence you can before we proceed, I will consult with the rest of the team here and discuss possible strategy."

Again, the flash of pain in his head. The cold sensation, and the soul-grinding emptiness that tore at the underside of his stomach. The clinging warmth of a soul that should have been allowed to leave the world. A burden of guilt he never asked for. Was he mentally prepared to take on this challenge?

He had to be. There was no choice. The Knights needed him. They needed leadership. They needed solidarity, especially so soon after Tanaab. The Dominus Prime had handed the Knighthood in its entirety to Hashim. He had instructed Alkor to keep faith.

He tightened and relaxed his right fist. The burning sensation that crawled up his arm in the seconds that followed commanded his attention. There was powerful darkness, and it was close at hand.

He looked toward [member="Gerwald Lechner"] and [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] expectantly.

"Are the both of you prepared for this?" he asked them, once the others went to see about their task. It was better to discuss such things in relative confidence, after all.

 

[John Locke]

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Location: Tyra'Theed
Objective: Save Lives
Tagging: [member="Gianna Aegis"] | [member="Valdemar Halstein"]

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There was something familiar about the city of Tyra’Theed, something that pulled on the strings of his memory, nostalgia wrapping itself around him like a warm blanket. It hadn’t been so long since he’d been in Theed itself, the architecture, the ambience of this city a call back to the grandeur of the capital city of Naboo. Or at least it used to be, he could see what they’d tried to do, what the citizen who had build the city had been aiming for. It didn’t have the built up feel of Coronet City, or Coruscant but seemed to flow more gently, to be more welcoming and open.

Or at least it had in the past, the ivy-covered buildings were still there, the warm comforting embrace still open to take you in but it had been marred now. The char of burnt flame, the heat of active fire that had seemed to engulf the city. The piteous cries of the citizens who were forced to watch their homes and workplaces, the security that had been their everyday lives crumble and burn around them. The scene that surrounded John felt more like a warzone than a peaceful city, for a moment it was Eshan he was seeing not Tyra’Theed. Just for a moment before the smell of burning and the cries of the wounded brought him back to reality. To the practicality of the situation. The city was coming apart, and they needed to find some way to hold it all together.

The cyborg’s dark eyes glanced around the scene, no the tragedy unfolding in front of him, the confederacy had started to deploy it’s resources to try to bring the city under control but it was a slow process getting started and they had been forced to make some hard decision about where to deploy their forces for maximum effect. He’d been forced to make some hard choices.

“Ok…I don’t think we can save this block,” he admitted unhappily as he watched the flames lick at a apartment building, the abmer glow leaping higher and higher, consuming people’s homes and memories as it blazed a beacon into the ash-filled sky. “Half of you head down that way, the market there should act as a natural firebreak so if we can hold the fire there we can start to slow it down at least, hopefully stop it from spreading any further.” The man’s lips pressed together in a grimace as he stared at the wounded still being dragged out of the apartment. This wasn’t what he was used to , a problem he could fix, this was triage, choosing what to keep and what to let go. “The rest of you, they can’t stay here, let’s organise some transports and get them back to safety.” The Confederate forces had secured a base, part logistics hub part shelter and part hospital to operate out of. They were perhaps causing as much destruction as the fire in their own way, but at least it gave the city a fighting chance.

John wasn’t the only one feeling the frustration at watching the city burn, at their inability to click their fingers and make it all better. At least, if the speed at which the teams with him got to work, speeders and trucks requisitioned for transport filled with the wounded slowly, so slowly and carefully lifting off from the street leaving him with a view of the building and the shell shocked inhabitants waiting their turn. A tragedy played out in microcosm, so similar and yet so different to the nightmares that haunted his sleep. The same looks on their faces, the same tears falling to the ground, the same little girl clutching at her dying mother’s hand…no that… The cyborg ran a hand over his eyes, glancing back again, brow furrowing, no, it wasn’t the same little girl, but the look on her face as she grasped her mother’s hand broke his heart all over again. He shouldn’t do this, he knew that it was wrong, that no one family was more deserving of relief than any of the others but he couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. Even if it was a small thing, one family, one action. He just had to do something, something to make it better, one person he hadn’t failed.

One hand came up, gesturing to a nearby aid worker. “Get that family loaded onto a speeder, I’ll take them back to the hospital myself.”

Such few words, so quickly acted upon as John found himself at the wheel of a speeder, the terrified girl and her mother in the back as he danced through the streets, a message already sent ahead to inform them of his arrival. The medical team lifting the mother onto a stretcher, the family prepared to be moved in for triage and treatment as he was left standing there by the speeder. It was a drop in the water compared to the cities suffering, but he’d done that much at least. One family, one droplet. One thing he’d manage to do right at least.