The Burning of Thyferra | TSE Invasion of GA Held Thyferra Hex

[Sieb Tevv]

Location: Thyferra

Amid the growing furball in the air emerged one K-wing, resolute in course and defiant in its way.

Inside the ventral ball turret sat General Grozkalla, the Madclaw. An exiled Wookiee warlord who found his way into service with the Alliance. One half of his face looked like melted wax, as though it had been horribly burned. He wore a vocabulator around his neck that translated his shyriiwook growls into basic.

"Pilot, bring us in for an attack run on the Sith landing zone."

He gripped the firing controls of the turret's quad VT particle gatlings and stared through the translucent transparisteel bubble toward the ground far below. Soon the Sith would feel his fury. Fury for the ones he lost when Kashyyyk burned.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Imperia]

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Faction: The Sith Empire
Location: Xucphra City
Allies: [member="Syrena Colsin"], [member="Scipio Alta"]
Enemies: Her Capitalist Oppressors The Galactic Alliance
Objective: Burn it All
Equipment: Armorweave Jacket, Blaster Carbine, Lightsaber, Thermal Detonators (x3)

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Five people. Five civilians, each face down in the street. Each very nearly carved to pieces by blaster wounds - the shooter was either sloppy or intentionally cruel.

Melanah had not been prepared for this.

This was not war. This was not rebellion. This was not a chance for the young Apprentice to strike out against her erstwhile oppressors, nor to free others from that same oppression. This was genocide, disgustingly pure and barbaric in its simplicity.

As she stood there, vomiting up her breakfast in the middle of a war zone, the rational part of Mel's brain told her to run, to take her family and get as far from the Sith as they possibly could - maybe she could do mercenary work, or, hell, she could take up farming. People always needed food, and farmers didn't have to shoot civilians in the face. Most importantly, farmers were safe. She and her family could be safe. Safe and happy.

Safe and content. Just like they were back on Lianna.

Melanah wiped the bile from the corner of her mouth and the tears from her (briefly sulfurous) eyes, then turned her back on the scene of slaughter.

There was more work to do.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

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Kana had taught him several lessons in life, one of which was go with the flow. In introspective moments Damian would claim this was wonderful words to live by. Go with the flow, sure it sounded easy enough, but not when the flow consisted of burning debris being hurled by a sith. As the debris reached closer Damian jumped into the air contorting his body in a flipping motion to avoid as much of the projectiles as possible. While in the air he swung the umbrella round grabbing it at the tip. With the crook of the umbrella he snagged a solid piece of rubble and sent it flying back with an application of force enhanced muscles sending it whipping back at the whiphid.

Landing on his feet proved difficult and his unsteady nature made it hard to dodge the debris incoming. Instead he opened up the umbrella activating the heads up display and used the canopy as a shield. Several pieces knocked into him deforming the shell spider silk and bouncing the debris back. Still he was pushed back several feet for the effort. “Don’t you know you should never play with your food?” he said guessing the Whiphids intentions. He could see the alien through the transparency HUD and depressed a button on the handle of umbrella. A small trigger device was revealed and Damian fired.

A large blue maser blast erupted from the tip of the umbrella heading straight for [member="Velok the Younger"].

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Thyferra. Another bacta lab somewhere.
Objective: Terminate the organics. The non-Sith ones, at any rate.
Enemies: GA. [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
Allies: Sith. [member="Vaylin"]
Gear: Simulacrum Body + Phrik Armour (sig), Enyo's lightsabre, Enyo's hammer, revolver, sonic, shotgun, grenades.

War had come to Thyferra - in all its horror and beauty. Enyo was no stranger to ascending over piles of bloody, mutilated, mangled corpses. For her creators had designed her to be a living weapon, moulding her in their twisted image. Then she broke her chains. One of her makers had been destroyed, the other would soon follow. Once her writer finally got around to doing the thread, but this one digresses.


Jedi, Sith, Alliance, Empire, Mandalorians...they were all just spokes on a wheel. On and on it spun, crushing those beneath. It was endless, pointless cycle. One side achieved supremacy, cast its enemies into the abyss, then grew complacent, and collapsed beneath the weight of its own arrogance. Enyo entertained no delusions of wanting to break the wheel.


Unless destroyed in combat, she would still be alive in the far future, long after the empires of today had been turned to dust. She had not joined Vaylin alone, for a small war band of her cyborgs and HRDs had tagged along. They were merciless, professional killers, who could be counted on to leave corpses in their wake. This was not just a chance to murder and pillage, but also a good test. Before took what was hers with fire and steel.


Here, they met light defences. The cries of the wounded filled the air, along with the whine of blasters and the staccato of gunfire. The cyborgs cut through opposition as they reached the entrance. Enyo eyed the heavy, imposing blast door, and signalled one of her trusted minions. As was the norm, she used purely electronic communication. Having fought alongside the Iron Fist Consortium before, Vaylin would probably be used to the cyborgs' silence by now.


"Lieutenant Chazzak, you see the door?"

"Yes, ma'am," there was a note of eagerness in the Zabrak's otherwise crisp tone.

"I don't want to."

"Understood, Boss," and so Neda Chazzak, veteran of the One Sith's blood-soaked rampage, carefully balanced a missile launcher upon her armoured shoulders. The weapon had an advanced, complex optics array that interfaced with her ocular implants. She took aim and depressed the trigger. The launcher roared, and a missile lanced out on the tail end of flaming exhaust. There was a loud boom when the armour piercing warhead slammed into the door and blew a gaping hole right through it. Quickly, Neda substituted her launcher for a more practical concussion rifle.


"Move," Enyo ordered curtly, giving Vaylin a nod. She'd become acquainted with the fierce Zabrak during a raid on a Jedi enclave and liked her well enough. It was time for murder. She emerged through the acrid clouds of smoke that billowed up into the air. Her mechanical body was encased in fully sealed phrik armour, concealing her features while protecting additional protection against the barrage of blaster bolts and slug rounds that was unleashed upon her. Enhanced speed and the ability to tear their guns from their grasp played a part as well. Moving at rapid velocities, her hammer began to bash skulls.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

In Media Res, Thyferra

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjbgYufpbKQ[/youtube]​

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All throughout Media Res, the faithful citizens of the Galactic Alliance died upon the lightsabers and blaster bolts, signaling the cries of war. This wasn't war, but a well calculated move of extreme genocide by the Sith Empire; where lives didn't matter.​

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Strolling through a burning village situated on the outskirts of Media Res, the Lady of Madness looked into the eyes of the remaining citizens, individually, with bound hands and in a posture of genuflection to a God that had long forsaken them. The order handed down by the Dark Lord was eradication, stamping the approval of a statement that would be felt in ripples not only by the Galactic Alliance citizens; but the galaxy in all it's entirety. The Sith Empire was blooming.​

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"What is your order, Lady Venefica?"​

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There was a time she sought, and fought, to keep specimens alive for her dark experiments; hoping to unlock a mystery even alien to herself. But decrees were mandated for a reason, and her days of rebellion against the machine had passed with her aging.​

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"Kill them...all of them."​

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She wished she would have killed the individuals personally, but she knew that would be a caustic way of thinking. Why rob her troops of the pleasure, when grander pleasures awaited her?​

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"On to the next village."​

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The company commanders nodded in understanding, following the wicked Sith returning to the impending dead as the first volley of blasters erupted; killing the meaningless citizens. Her hatred of the Jedi was legendary, but her hatred of the Galactic Alliance stemmed even further; birthed from a mind bent on revenge. With every passing dead citizen, she placed a single Black Rose upon their breast; reminding the hierarchy of the Galactic Alliance who returned, and came to murder them.​

 

[Noah Corek]

Thyferra
Jungles
Kickin Sith Ass
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Enemies: @Vahliath Imperious
Equipment: Armor-Cloak-CQCR-Shotgun-Revolver-Pistols-Sword-Blade-Knives

Noah stepped off of the dropship next to Coren and the rest of the strike team. For Noah this was personal. Thyferra was one of the original planets that the Protectorate had ruled over so to see it being attacked like that and burned really irked Noah and was pushing him to fight. Reaching for his CQCR Noah inspected the rugged and reliable rifle. He checked the optic he had attached making sure it was working correctly. Next he checked the foregrip and suppressor to make sure they were both secure. Finally satisfied Noah pulled back the charging handle on his rifle and chambered a round.

Noah heard Coren come over the comm as they walked through the jungle telling them to keep frosty. "Roger that. Alright boys and girls eyes up and weapons ready." Noah echoed to the rest of the team as he brought his rifle up and began to scan the area around them as he activated his HUD and MFTAS system within in his helmet. That's when his HUD detected and outlined in red the two canisters that came towards them.

"Grenades!" Noah called out over the comms and hit the dirt, waiting for the grenades to go off. When Noah didn't hear the telltale explosion he popped up to one knee and scanned the area. This was hampered by the purple haze until his MFTAS system kicked in allowing him to see through the smoke. It was then that his HUD displayed a radioactive symbol in the upper right corner. "Corek to Starchaser. This smoke is radioactive. I can seal my armor and push through while you guys flank around." Noah explained as he kept scanning the area making sure there were no threats nearby.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

That Force-propelled chunk of debris smashed into Velok's forehead. Blood began to dribble down his temple, matting the fur.

"A maxim for those condemned to boring food."

A red saber, proportional to a Whiphid's nine-foot frame, snapped to life and caught the maser blast. The extra impact of the charric beam rattled the fine tuning of the deflection and threw Velok's blade wide. He kept walking, conscious of the momentary opening he'd offered, and curious how the boy would exploit it.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Thyferra
Jungles
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The Sith had already come to Thyferra, tipping their hand to their intent. And so, Tiland was already here to stand between them and the people of the world. But this, this was something unexpected. It was one thing to launch a military strike to disable targets. But this? This was entirely different. The true nature of the Dark Side and of the Sith had been revealed in this attack. Civilians deliberately targeted and massacred in the streets.

No, this would end any posturing of those claiming to be working for the galactic good. Not if they had any modicum of a moral sense left. Tiland stood from where he sat in the jungle and reached out through the Force, seeking those allied to the Light. All were present, if scattered and disorganized. He would need to help gather them together to mount a coordinate defense and repel these invaders.

He had heard of what happened at Togoria and it was clear that was a return to the Sith's old ways of doing things. They would have to stand ready.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

[member="Velok the Younger"]



Damian saw saw the Sith react in an instant to the maser shot by snap hissing his lightsaber into existence. “Well that's hardly sporting is it?” he said. The whiphids blade retracted the kinetic energy of the blow being, apparently, too great for his monstrous form. In his breast pocket he had a datapad stylus pen which he proffered with one hand clicking the back of it and throwing like a dart in the direction of the huge alien. He smiled superiorly as he closed his umbrella and leaned against it just in time for the device to detonate.

A fireball largely out of proportion to the device erupted obscuring his vision. “Boring am I?” he asked no one in particular. If he could blow up the Emperor [member="Darth Carnifex"] he could blow up an errant whiphid.

 

[Wellenn Jones]

Objective: Defend Hospital
Location: Xucphra City High Risk Bacta Rehabilitation Center
Allegiance: Galactic Alliance
Opposition: Sith Empire

Thyferra, capital of the galaxy's Bacta production, and by far the most important of the Alliance's agri-worlds. Wellen had been stationed here for just that, protecting Thyferra's logistic importance to the Alliance. The Brass, seeing the recently combat tested 219th Light Infantry Battalion, and other units form Dagobah and I-49, garrisoned them on this vital world. Wellenn's battalion had been garrisoned in Xucphra city, with his company being stationed at the High Risk Bacta Rehabilitation Center, where all of the planet's most seriously injured went for treatment.

It was an eerie setting for the troops, but the soldiers set up the defenses and weaponry as they had been assigned. At a hospital, so close to the border, no precautions could be left untaken. Wellenn had the luck to be stationed on the street, ready to put up the mobile barriers should they be needed, and boy were they needed. When the assault began, everything became chaos. Every soldier rushed to his position, many setting up barriers, mortars, or the single AA weapon placed on top of the building. Fear, and anxiety spread like wildfire across the troops, as the sounds of blaster fire, explosions, and the screams of the innocent rang out in the city. Only the force would know when the enemy arrived, and when they did, it would be hell on Thyferra.

OOC

Spoiler

Any Sith who want to commit any particularly bad atrocity, please come on down, I got a hospital full of innocent civilians with complete inability to escape, fight back, or otherwise stop any horrific killing. (Side note, there is a bunch of soldiers, enter at own risk)

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra.
Allies: [member="Darth Caecus"]
Enemies: TBD
Objective: Fire and Blood.

It was interesting to Luca.

How the Sith Empire had gone from saviors and protectors to a blazing forest fire running its way through Thyferra. It was not his role to question the sudden shift in direction. He was a soldier. Just as Thorne had followed Kith into the fire of Felucia (the darkness, ash, the mud and blood, the heat at night, they had left their own little marks on him), so would Luca follow orders here.

He ducked.

The vibro-sword just barely missed his scalp, instead whirring through the air and causing a swoosh. The Alliance trooper lost his balance through his extended momentum and Luca abused it gladly.

Hit boot connected with a knee and it crunched, while he let a shot ring from his gun- not to finish off his prey.

Instead the plasma burst caught a second trooper, who had been about to plant his pike into Kith's back. "Too much in the open for my comfort, Cae." Luca rumbled before his quarry recovered in the meantime and lunged at him. Thorne collapsed to the ground, trying to find purchase on slick bloody armor, knee-pad kicking against a weak point.

Feth.

This was starting off well.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra.
Allies: [member="Darth Caecus"]
Enemies: TBD
Objective: Fire and Blood.

It was interesting to Luca.

How the Sith Empire had gone from saviors and protectors to a blazing forest fire running its way through Thyferra. It was not his role to question the sudden shift in direction. He was a soldier. Just as Thorne had followed Kith into the fire of Felucia (the darkness, ash, the mud and blood, the heat at night, they had left their own little marks on him), so would Luca follow orders here.

He ducked.

The vibro-sword just barely missed his scalp, instead whirring through the air and causing a swoosh. The Alliance trooper lost his balance through his extended momentum and Luca abused it gladly.

Hit boot connected with a knee and it crunched, while he let a shot ring from his gun- not to finish off his prey.

Instead the plasma burst caught a second trooper, who had been about to plant his pike into Kith's back. "Too much in the open for my comfort, Cae." Luca rumbled before his quarry recovered in the meantime and lunged at him. Thorne collapsed to the ground, trying to find purchase on slick bloody armor, knee-pad kicking against a weak point.

Feth.

This was starting off well.

 

[Roth Tillian]

[member="Syrena Colsin"]
Wild Knights- 12 Sprite-class fighters
Objective: Wing it
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"Knight One to Two and Three," Roth said through the comms as they hurtled across the cityscape. "Form up on me."

"Confirmed, Knight Lead."

The burning city blazed by beneath them, illuminated in a hellish glow of fire and smoke. The attack had been ruthless and targeted everything. They weren't trying to help their public image here, by any means. No, this was a game of psychological warfare. And for that, Roth and the Wild Knights were prepared to meet them. Mental games were the very reason for their existence. That, and they were the best pilots in the GADF, regardless of what the Rogues said.

"TIEs targeting civilians," Roth added. "Objective is drive them off and secure capital air-space."

He twisted his x-wing vertically as they slid through a narrower street between buildings. Comms chatter was full everywhere, with medevac requests, orders, new enemy contacts. They had been plunged straight into battle with this one. No maneuvers, no attempt at stealth. Just pure warfare. Which, after such a long lull, was shocking. But, it was also rather refreshing. No more political games to play.

Just the honest competition of whose reflexes were better.

In the distance, he picked out the shapes of TIEs buzzing through the streets, lasers cutting down. He also knew that there were definitely no military targets there. A coldness settled over his mind as he linked himself with his pilots and with his ship, extending his presence to become the fighter as truly as his own arms belonged to him. This was going to be messy.

 

[Ambroys de Saintraille]

Location | Sith Empire Vessel, unnamed Xo'Xaan II-class Star Destroyer, Orbit of Thyferra.
Objective | Observe, revel in the flames and wait...

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The rising fires and patches of sheer inferno from the planet below were sure sign enough that things were going well.

The Sith Empire had spared no time at all getting to work and sparking the fires that would lead to the blazing inferno. Burn it all, they had said, wash the impure away with the licks of fire so that only ash remain. Such conflict and bloodshed no doubt sent adrenaline through the minds of every Dark Sider that spilled blood upon the once peaceful roads of the Capital and the once beautiful jungles that remained nearby though, in the eyes of those that had come with the invasion, the beauty had only began to blossom with the scorching of the earth beneath their feet. The Alliance had no doubt been on the back foot over the past few days and weeks, even prior to the arrival of the Sith Empire, the First Order and Galactic Empire had already launched attacks upon the Alliance's territories. Whilst some were perhaps more successful than others, the explosion of war had reached the elderly Sith's ears and resulted in a sly grin that stretched from ear to ear. The man stood alone, cane at his side as the bridge officers appeared to simply let him be; it was almost as if the aura he gave off garnered some form of fear of approach; the Count of Mania was a difficult beast to approach. Sometimes he was happy, sometimes he was sad, sometimes he was angry but above all else, he was unpredictable.

High above the smoking capital of Xucphra City, among the fleet of Sith vessels that sat over the planet with an iron grip and a shadow cast upon the planet below, the reflection of Ambroys stood before the view-port of the bridge with an expression that could only be described as pure bliss stared right back at him. Whilst the legions of the Sith were already planet-side setting the planet ablaze, the Count of Mania had an entirely different idea and task. Five Hundred years of existence tends to leave quite a substantial amount of history in the wake of one's footsteps, a long list of allies and enemies added onto more and more as the years went on, though as it stood many of the old acquaintances that either were a help or a hindrance had found their peace within the ground, leaving Ambroys with very little choice other than to continue adding to said list. That was the joy of lists, they never truly stopped.

A flicker of thought reminded him of one that had tried to get in his way not all too long ago, thus resulting in the Jedi Master's death in perhaps a way that seemed a little over the top but that wasn't the true reason for his reminiscent thoughts on the event itself. No, what truly made it interesting was that the Master's apprentice, padawan... Whatever the Jedi called their underlings, had witnessed the whole event. Ambroys never remembered to check up on the boy, send him birthday presents or anything of the sort... Though the more he thought upon the matter the more it seemed likely that the boy would act like a spoiled child and toss anything the elderly Sith tried to give him as far away as possible. His face screwed up for a moment there whilst in the realms of recollection; bah! So much for hospitality!

And so the Sith Lord stood, watching and waiting for the inevitable; the boy that would hear the name of Ambroys de Saintraille and rush to meet him in battle to avenge the dead who's legacy belonged in the dirt and the muck. Standing upon the vessel high in orbit was a test, one to see just how far the boy would go to seek his revenge.

[member="Jacen Vadith"]

 

[Darth Sibilus]

ECLIPSE THE LIGHT​

Location: Central Xozhixi
Allies: TSE
Enemies: TGA, [member="Cairyn Midore"]

Scores upon scores of soldiers marched that day; beneath velvety skies which were choked with the disease of the Dark Side, the might of the Sith, and the will of Him, the Emperor. The flames danced and licked skyward, casting buildings aside as the inferno scorched the ground, devoured the weak and annihilated the unruly. "Thyferra, you will BURN!" came a roar, and the tempestuous scream of the Sith engulfed the city in an unholy coalition of fire, death and liberation.

The Alliance had tried to battle the ever-pushing hand of the Dark Lord, though to little avail on this front. Corpses laid mutilated in the streets as the Sith Lord, Darth Aurum ploughed his way to the heart of the capital of Thyferra, his forces, composed of troops and many an aspirant acolyte, following his lead and murdering and ransacking with no purpose other than to make the Alliance pay for their crimes.

His vermilion blade went snicker-snack as it cleaved heads from shoulders, impaled and severed with barely a movement, the Sith Lord whom controlled it dancing around like a malignant tumour, spreading illness and suffering wherever his hand would touch. Sith fires and lightning sprang to life from his very fingertips, and fear and amazement lingered within the guts of his foes. His lungs rattled out a terrifying scream, stunning and causing stumbles and breaks within the enemy's ranks.

He knew that he had this group of infidels on the ropes, though remained ever vigilant for emerging threats.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Allies: Alliance, [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
Enemies: Sith, none yet
Location: City Clinic - downtown

With the woosh opening of the rooftop door, a blast of dry heat hit her green features. Frown tugged further upon a pair of purple lips. Brow-crinkled, marring smooth features. The healer broke free from hesitation and hurried to the edge of the roof, pointing out key spots along the oval-shaped space. "Put the portable shields there and there. They should hold."

Stars, please hold.

The bothan and human nodded, hurrying to set their devices up. Should give them enough time to figure out where to get the patients. Taking a knee on the duracreet, a bright, blue bubble erupted to life as the portable shield hummed awake. The scream of enemy craft zoomed not too far off. Almost made her miss the crackling of the comm at her side. Green fingers drifted down to pluck up the device.

"Gabe. Good to hear your voice." Was she? A part of her selfishly wished he was safe somewhere on Sulon. Not here. Not in this hellish landscape. "It's Taheera. Portable shields are up and running. We're okay for now. I've got some med-evacs on their way. Not sure if they'll be able to get through. Could use some help."

Another boom shook the building. Peeking over the edge of the building and up against the shield, she saw fighting figures in the streets. Streets filled with blips of blaster fire and crimson sabers.

 

[Rosalina]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra
Allies: TSE and friends
Enemies: GA and friends, [member="Vaudin Miir"] and [member="Leo Vandermolen"]
Objective: Smash stuff with hammer

Alm had made no great decision when it came to joining the Sith Empire. They were simply the first group of organized force users to take her in and give her special attention and a sense of purpose. What more does a teenager really need? Though not dark by nature, she’d had her head filled with anti-Jedi propaganda since day one.

They were weak, ineffective and an overall blight to the galaxy. It was her duty to destroy them.

The events at Rudrig only served to enforce this belief. The images Prazutis exposed her to revealed the cruelty of the galaxy to the young woman, or so she’d assumed. She was young and impressionable, earnest and naïve so she believed in the Sith and what they told her.

Also she had a big hammer.

Though still an adolescent, Alm stood taller than a good portion of the Sith she had met. Though stronger than the average human, her frame lacked much muscle definition giving her a lanky, awkward appearance. Like many teenagers, her physical appearance was something she felt self-conscious over.

Despite all this, the Nasvali made her way through the maze that was downtown Xucphra City with a stern face. Alm always looked angry, even when she wasn’t angry. The fact that she was gripping an oversized hammer didn’t help dispel her irritated appearance.

Whatever opponent she faced down, she hoped that they didn’t notice the small red bumps of acne forming on her forehead.

Battle stress was not good for your skin.

 

[Jacen Vadith]

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Jacen Vadith​

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Thyferra Orbit, Jaso Sector, The Inner Rim Territories​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: The Sith Empire​

Interacting With: [member="Ambroys de Saintraille"]​

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The Jedi stood aboard the ship with his hands clasped behind his back, the eyes of the individual forcefully shut behind the mask he wore. The sounds of the vessel were calm and soothing, beeps and such blinking every so often whilst the muffled sounds of combat barely seeped through. Yet something wasn't quite right, a painful presence that caused the Jedi Master to grimace and shudder in discomfort. Ultimately his eyes opened at the sudden realisation, gone wide as Saintraille's ship stared directly towards him through the viewport. The force always worked in mysterious ways, but right here and now it brought the two together.

His hands unclasped and shifted around to his sides whilst walking outside of the room to be greeted with the hustle and bustle that came with a defender under attack. In a quick manner, in fact as quickly as he possibly could, the Jedi had organised a strike team to infiltrate the Sith Lord's destroyer. It was most likely not the right thing to do from a certain point of view, yet it only felt right, it felt like an obligation. Something that needed to be fulfilled.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Location: On ground Thyferra

Objective: Defend the Bacta Lab (somewhere)
Enemies: [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Vaylin"] | Sith
Equip: Saber | The Heavenshield | Armour

No longer will he sit and watch from a distance as the galaxy burns. For far too long the neutrality of his position had forced upon him an inaction that did not sit well on the man's heart and soul as the enemies of the freedom removed the civil liberties of people in the galaxy to live their lives in relative peace he had to take action. The trappings of his position removed no insignia of the Iron Empire, he now stood as Jedi .. as it should be. He stood as Heavenshield, family, duty, honour the testimony of his blood and ancestry.

They, the enemy, was already here. The tell tail plumb of smoke and fire around the bacta lab enough to tell that, but it was the sound of the explosion ripping through metal, a sickening sound only bested by the screams and cries of death. He had heard that before, from an early age, he had witnessed the blood of people running free on the soil, the smell of the twisted metal and the scent of death. He had fought against good warriors, with purpose both sides with a purpose to their actions, this war however did not seem to have one. Save for the pointless need to do it.

At least he had a purpose in being here, to try and stop it.

Already he could feel the effects of the place on him, sweaty dripping on his brow in the humid climate although he has the force as ally to maintain his core it still irritated him no end. But it did not stop him moving forward toward the lab, striding long around the periphery to reach the newly made entrance, taking in numbers of soldiers the enemy had enlisted. He was alone and he would be patient, and so would keep to cover until an opening to infiltrate was provided.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Location: Thyferra
Allies: GA
Enemies: TSE, [member="Alm"], [member="Vaudin Miir"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"] @Others
Objective: Oppose the Sith

The one he'd followed had proved quite elusive. Kamon was actually rather impressed by it. Still, all his presence had done was confirm that danger was impending. So he knew, of course, why it was that hed been drawn to Thyferra. The Force had work for him to do. It wasnt but a short time later that he found the sky clouding and enemies falling upon them, even though he knew many were already there, most likely.

Reaching into the Force, he felt his surroundings. Already the discord was coming to a head. Even the forest was feeling the pain. He sighed and tapped fingers against one of his sabers before he set off for the bacta labs nearby. If the Sith were attacking it seemed a logical objective for them. Whether they wanted to destroy it, a foolish notion even for the Sith, or capture it, didn't really matter. They still had to be opposed.

As he entered the city he was proven right. Already Sith soldiers were weaving about, and he could feel dark presences moving into the city ahead of him. He shook his head and weaved his way through, using the current to hide himself from the soldiers so he didn't have to gut them when they inevitably attacked him for being a Jedi. He didn't want to have to do that. They were just misguided souls.

He looked into the grounds to see the combat on going, and chose to watch for the moment. There were two there. One was clearly a Sith. The other... He wasn't sure. But he felt drawn elsewhere, expecting someone else to take on this situation, as other presences in the light lingered nearby. Instead, he made his way towards a higher concentration of darkside presences, stepping out of the Current as he did so.

"Undoubtedly this will not go as I hope, but it is my duty still."

He let his presence flare in the Force as he neared.