Invasion The Clash of Ideals // NEO invasion of DE owned Ithor and Selnesh

[Darth Veyriss]

BREAKOUT

Tag: Ninurta Slaabur'r Crane Baxa
From the smoke and screaming came the sound of armored boots—measured, deliberate. Veyriss stepped through the haze like a phantom stitched from steel and venom, her visor catching the flickering light of the fires eating through the facility. She looked around at the chaos with a soldier's eye—not with panic, but calculation.

Her voice came low and sharp. "Still alive? Shame. I was hoping the toxin would thin the herd."

Her gaze landed coldly on Ninurta and his Maalraa—brief, appraising, unimpressed. "Took you long enough to get your beast under control. I was beginning to wonder if I'd be fighting two enemies today."

The groaning structure around them cracked again, a steel rib of the facility shrieking as it twisted out of place. Dust and debris rained down from above. Veyriss didn't flinch.

"This place is coming apart. You've already lost control of your assets. I'd ask if you had a plan, but I've seen how you operate—brute force and borrowed monsters."

She turned slightly toward the wall where the lightsabers had begun to cut through, her voice growing colder, clipped.

"You'll find no victory in rubble. You're not walking out of here with whatever you came for. Not with me still breathing."

Her hand flexed slightly near her weapon—ready, but not drawing. Not yet.

"You can chase shadows and corpses if you want. But know this—when the ceiling caves in, I won't be under it."

And with that, she turned, slipping back toward the fog-veiled corridor beyond—no retreat, just a predator repositioning before the kill.

 

[Brent Warnel]

As Brent launched toward the Sith, grenade in hand, he felt a force pull against him—an unseen, all-powerful force. As the grenade left his hand, it did not continue toward the Sith but stayed hanging in midair, the explosion that should have released the toxic gas being contained somehow.

This momentary distraction caused him to miss his mark on impacting the Sith. Instead, he overshot and landed behind the other man, finally seeing him up close. Something covered this other man, repelling blaster bolts and damage. Brent had seen nothing like this before, but whatever it was gave this Sith the ability to fight all of Brent's warriors with seeming ease.

Brent also noticed one more thing: the intention of this other man on the grenade. In the mere seconds Brent stood nearby, he could tell this warrior was focusing hard on the grenade. His men waited for the inevitable detonation, but it did not come. Instead, this Sith was containing the grenades explosion, and focusing intently on it.

"Continue mission," Brent comm'd to his warriors, "Let's see how the mighty Sith deal with an attack on two fronts." As the final word left his mouth, Brent walked backward, throwing another grenade, this time a thermal detonator, at the feet of the Sith.

Detritus Ren

 

[Yuri Maji]

ITHOR | INV SULAREN’S REVENGE
ALLIES: TF | NEO | Kalah Redra
ENEMIES: DE | Marlon Sularen | Stevru Klamat
ENGAGING: OPEN
GEAR: In bio

MOVE YOUR BODY​

The resistance onboard was as fierce as one could expect. Every run-in with a security detail or marine response force took a knock out of Yuri, luckily a stim here or a deliberate hit kept his energy levels up. It did make him wonder, however, just how enormous the damn ship was.

But even Yuri made the grievous mistake of underestimating the enemy when he was dancing in the lothwolf’s jaws.

Rounding a corner, the Mutt was met by the deafening booms of an E-web lighting up the hallway. He barely managed to duck into a doorway before his previous location was torn apart by the powerful blaster cannon. What made things curious was the location and layout of the area. They were either trying to herd him or corner him. Either way, he was looking for a way around. Only issue was where he needed to go. Capturing Marlon Sularen would greatly help the Foundation… but disabling the flagship would also be a benefit.

Regardless, troops were closing in and the cannon was ready to eviscerate him in a second. He unclipped a flashbang from his belt and tossed it into the hallway. If nothing else, it would at least give him a window to move. Once the blinding flash filled the hall, he leaned out just enough to send a rocket from his vambrace towards the cannon’s power pack.

The resulting explosion cleared up any resistance in his way for the moment. The Hound pushed on in search of a route to the bridge. If he could clear it, he could capture Sularen and disable the ship in one go. On the way, however, he stopped by a fallen officer and knelt down to pick the commlink from his vambrace. Receiving info or sending out confusing orders could help a lot. :: Security detail, infiltrator spotted moving to the aft section. He might be going for the reactor. We’re pursuing, send reinforcements to barricade the pathways. :: He reported over the enemy comms with his best impersonation of an imperial officer.

He almost felt as if he needed a cup of caf and a cigarra after that accent.

Pistols at the ready, Yuri evaded security teams and did his best to avoid any cameras on the way to the bridge. If it could win him a few bulkheads, he could make it to the bridge before arousing suspicions.

 

[Vreegan Fett]

Van Trask Nelliel Kryze Electra-12

Vreegan's support at the biochemical facility proved effective as the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders successfully repelled the Imperial Forces on several fronts throughout Ithor's surface. ​

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Meanwhile, the Mandalorian Warfleet stationed in orbit effectively thwarted any counteroffensive strategies devised by Lord-Regent Marlon Sularen . Recent updates from the battlenet indicate that the Imperial Flagship has been incapacitated due to a precisely targeted ionized blast from its own armaments.​

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Although the Imperial Starfighters seemed to be posing a troublesome challenge for the Mandalorians, he quickly maneuvered the Basilisk War Droid, into high orbit to provide combat support. ​

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He observed Skull Squadron, led by Nelliel Kryze , along with the Imperial Starfighter Squadrons commanded by Van Trask and Electra-12 , advanced from multiple directions to eliminate her. ​

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The Field Marshal utilized the communication device in his hand to reach out to Nelliel Kryze while they navigated through space with both swiftness and precision.​

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"Field Marshal Fett is joining the starfighter engagement. I will keep you updated." ​

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He responded promptly as the Basilisk War Droid activated its Shatter-missile launchers, coming to life with in a firing arc directed at the front of Van Trask & Electra-12 's starfighter.​

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[Carduul Akahl]

The dissonant protest of metal, singing a song made by one thing in the galaxy, only made him grit his teeth in further wrath.

Beskar. The sanctified metal that rightfully belonged to his people. He should’ve known the Empire had stocks, however large or meagre, somewhere. Yet another reason why this was an inevitable conflict.

Carduul’s grip adjusted, aiming to cleave it just that bit further through the forearm so that he may sever it entirely. Alas, the droid moved as suddenly as he did. He was crashed into, feeling an impact to his back with a ‘hff’ of pained exertion. Then there was weightlessness, the sounds of war echoing chaotically around them. What came next was honed instinct.

His own jetpack flared to life, twisting against the droid’s own thrust. Grace was hindered, inapplicable in such a scenario, but his skill would suffice nonetheless to prevent an end at the hands of mere gravity. As they plummeted to the carnage below, he moved to wrench his weapon out from the forearm—its haft now rid of the cord that had bound it. In doing so, he had shifted his grip to leverage it like a lever, attempting to twist the Dark Trooper beneath to take the brunt of the fall.

Whether he was successful or not, his momentum was stalled far too much to come to a clean landing. A harsh clang, followed by a scrape, as the armored form fell against the ground some distance from the other—only to come to a stand a mere moment later with a quiet groan. His body ached from the impacts, but it would take far more than that to fell him.

Blaster fire whistled by. Shouts of exclamation, issued orders, fire and fury all muddled together. The Mand’alor deflected a stray shot with his bracer, before closing the distance rapidly with a jettison of his own, moving across the field with far more ease than with a droid attached to him. In the motion, he had twisted his poleaxe in a one-handed sweep towards the droid’s left leg from a greater range, before grasping it with both hands to pull it back and thrust forwards towards the chest.

“Akaanir, Mando’ade!” Was a rallying cry, as he pressed forward. There were both Imperials and Mandalorians surrounding them, a veritable battlefield—and some had noticed the spectacle that was the Sole Ruler facing down a beskar-laden Dark Trooper. “The wrath of our people falls without mercy!”

The fighting raged on. Whatever prisoners that had just been released from this cell block scrambled to be evacuated by the Mandalorian fireteams, so that they would live to see another day under the Crusade.

Antipater

 

[Onrai]

Objective 1
Saverok

The twisting, shifting flesh of Saverok's shattered form sought to cling to the darkness of Onrai, to consume it. For the moment, the reprehensible being's stray hand left his throat as it was swallowed into his mass. For a moment, all seemed silent before a buildup of pressure seemed to swell within the amorphous figure of the broken Mandalorian. The pressure continued, building up more and more like a balloon before, with a loud pop, the goopy remains of Gen'dai biomass were splattered across the area. Where they had once been stood the shadowed form of Onrai, who looked around for a moment, trying to find something amidst the shrapnel of shattered beskar armor. At last, among the flames, she found it - the helmet of Saverok, with his head still in it. taking the head out of the helmet, she looked down at it, a shaded smile barely visible against the darkness of her being.

"That was fun." She said, holding Saverok's head in her hands. "Don't worry. I know you'll be back. Your kind doesn't die that easily. But do us both a favor and let the Mandalorians know that their ancient antagonist has returned when you come back." Momentatily patting his cheek in a patronizing manner before setting down his head tenderly on a piece of wreckage, she looked at his fractured helmet, the beskar absorbed into the shadow of her own body. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some of your comrades to deal with."

With that, she walked away, thrusting herself into the mix of assisting her darktroopers against the Mandalorian onslaught.

 

[Anguis Dux]

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Tags: Koda Fett Careena Fett Tibera Jessen

The sensors in Viper Commander's helm alerted to movement in his rear. He didn't need it. The roar of thrusters and the tactical knowledge extracted from the minds of his captured Mandalorians told him enough about what was to come. Wheeling around time slowed to a treacle crawl as he watched the stream of flame begin to approach him with such detail he could make out the individual blazing tongues.

Calculations were already running in his trained mind. The distance and breadth of the onrushing inferno made totally avoiding it highly unlikely. A mere two point two percent probability of success. His armor saving his life was higher though given the chemicals he suspected Fett was using to enhance his flames, he didn't expect to escape without horrific injury. Not ideal. Not when he still had plans that needed to be put in motion today.

Proximity data suggested that one of Tibera Jessen guard troopers was in close enough vicinity to execute his contingency plans. It would drastically lower his "allies" chance at surviving her fight with the other Mandalorian.

Anguis honestly couldn't care less.

Quick as lightning, his fist shot out and clamped around the prison guard's collar. "Wha-" she began, surprised.

She was even more surprised when she found himself interposed between the incoming conflagration and Viper Commander. Her screams lasted awfully long.

"You will have to tell me what you mix with your flamer fuel," Anguis chuckled as he lowered the charred corpse he was clutching. "It has interesting implications when it comes to terror-work."

Of course the prison-guard-turned-human-shield hadn't blocked all of the fire. Portions of Anguis plates had splotches of flame burning on them and a few droplets had seeped into the gaps. His lips curled as he felt portions of his flesh sizzle under the indirect heat.

"It has been a while since I exerted myself. I must thank you for the excitement. But it's clear that you're a feisty subject. I may be forced to settle with your brain stem."

In a single swift movement Anguis hurled what was left of the burnt body at Koda, attempting to block line his fire if even for a second. A second was all he needed as repulsors in his boots activated and launched him forward in a near blur. In his right hand he thumbed his cortosis vibrosword on, feeling it hum in his fist.

With the elegance of a fencer he executed a Coulé, appearing as an executioners strike at the gap between the Mandalorain's gorget and helmet. A tiny opening but everything about the way that Anguis moved told Koda that he was more than capable of doing so. However a killing blow wasn't his intention. With barely a minuscule twitch of his index finger the monocularly-thin tip of suddenly jumped at the last moment to its true target: the wrist of Koda's dominant weapon hand.

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Spoiler: Equipment

• Weapons
  • DSP-61x Hybrid Pistol
  • CK-60 01x Disruptor Carbine
  • VBS-01 Streiter Vibrosword
• Armor
  • VG Armour System

 

[Van Trask]

Ithor

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Trask watched on his sensors as the Mandalorian fighters dived from the seismic explosions into pairs. Amongst the pirates he knew if faced with the same they would've scattered with every pilot for themselves, turning the fight into a bar brawl. The fact these Mandos not only stayed in formation but seemed to actively have a plan? It was something far more refined than Trask had ever known.

Electra called out the fighters movements but Van was already on the case.

"I see 'em, no need to get your flight suit in a knot." he said as he selected the Destroyers rear facing flachette cannons.

The sensor station before him moved back and a joystick swung out in front of him. As soon as he gripped it his HUD was overtaken by the cannons targeting software, highlighting the tailing starfighters. He pulled on the triggers sending a barrage of flachette rounds, accuracy wasn't his goal instead hoping the hail of rounds would keep them far enough back for the Destroyer to complete its attack run.

The ship began to rock as they made they're approach, the fancy flying did well to avoid most of the enemy fire but now the Battleships point defence had a chance to wind up the Destroyer was starting to feel it.

"She's not a happy lady right now." Van said as he pulled the shield display back up towards him.

"65% and dropping, we're really gonna start feeling the heat soon blue."

As he spoke he turned his attention away from the cannons and onto the shields, prepping to reroute power to and from any subsystem the second he was asked to. That's when the sensors screamed to life as the unmistakable radar signature of one of those bulky basilisk war droids appeared from the ship. It immediately went on the attack.

"Multiple missiles, front! Closing fast!" he barked out.

Instinctively his hands reached out to his countermeasures, with no time to identify the missile's type Van fired off a mix of flares and chaff which trailed the speeding destroying like a trail of fire. He flicked on the ships Missile Deactivation Transmitters which let out a low warble throughout the cockpit as the electronic systems got to work to try and target the oncoming barrage.

Allies: Electra-12 Marlon Sularen
Enemies: Nelliel Kryze Vreegan Fett Kalah Redra ​

 

[Antipater]

SELNESH
IMPERIAL DETENTION CENTER - CONTROL ROOM ALPHA​

The Mandalore had his own jetpack and was able to twist the two of them loose at some point during their descent. Antipater skidded along the unforgiving durasteel ground for some distance. The lower levels were polluted with the sounds of senseless violence: the report of blaster fire, the pitiful screams of the dead and dying, frantic commands shouted back and forth.

Antipater slowly rose to his feet. He observed a death trooper wrestling with a mandalorian commando for a combat knife. Somewhere else, a panicked stormtrooper turned a heavy repeater on a mass of fleeing prisoners before being hit with a shot from a disruptor - shredded to ash in half a second.

This was nothing more than a confused melee. An utter mess. An utter waste. One day these crude displays would be a rarity rather than a rule. Until such a time came about, Antipater would have no choice but to participate.

The Mandalore suddenly charged into view and wasted no time restarting the engagement. Antipater was far too heavy to be swept off his feet, but the blade connected squarely with his exposed leg joint, causing him to buckle and fall to one knee. What would happen next was predictable, but unavoidable.

The blade lanced his chest. That had arguably been the thickest part of his armor… But it was only an alloy. A split-second adjustment - a slight angling of the chest - saw the blade narrowly miss his power supply.

The hull breach would remain catastrophic. Antipater could ill-afford another blow like that. But he was not yet finished. A hand fastened itself around the closest section of the pole blade, gripping it with the impossible certainty of steel.

Antipater raised his other arm. A sinister little submachine gun extruded. At this range, obtaining a firing solution was trivial.

He emptied the magazine into Carduul's center of mass.

Attn: Carduul Akahl​

 

[Koda Fett]

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Perfect.

That was how one would describe Anguis' maneuver - a move so calculated, so precise, that it transformed an intent to kill into one that would maim. His wrist flicked, and the deadly motion spoke volumes about his sadistic nature. There was something almost elegant about it- an art form, if one could stomach the brutality of it.

The attack cut through the air, sharp as a viper's strike, but Koda shifted, moving with practiced ease. The roar of his flamethrower died to embers as he deftly sidestepped, only for the Sith's blade to meet something far stronger than flesh.

Cortosis collided with beskar, the sound of metal against metal echoing with a tinny tink, the blade stuttering in its attack as it was repelled by the Mandalorian's crushgaunts.

For that, Koda could thank Vilaz, if he were still alive.

"You're in over your head." Koda's voice was as cold as the silence that followed.

The Dark Lord of the Sith had tried to kill him. The Grandmaster of the Jedi had tried to imprison him. The Emperor met his demands at each turn. Infamous, and for good cause. Koda Fett was not so easily defeated.

He rose in one fluid motion, the sudden burst of movement tried to close the gap between them with the deadly precision of a predator on the hunt. His gauntleted fist shot forward, aimed directly at Anguis' visor.

Careena Fett Tibera Jessen Anguis Dux

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[Nelliel Kryze]

MNV-52 'Beviin' Class Space Superiority Fighter

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| Location | Space, Ithor Orbit
| Focus | Aerial Superiority

Nel bit her lower lip as she brought her fighter to bear, accelerating after the Destroyer as she moved to close the distance between the two. Her earpiece crackled as an incoming communication came through, alerting her to the Field Marshall's arrival to the field, <"Copy that Field Marshal, try to keep up."> The rest of her squadron bar her wingman were already occupying themselves with the other Destroyers, it was left to her to handle their apparent lead the best she could.​

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Her attempts were rewarded with the Destroyer opening fire within its rear weaponry, flechettes firing off at her, threatening to pierce her ship. The spray of fire was sporadic and seemed to be focused on making her lose velocity on oblique vectors, attempting to keep her off of them as they attempted to reach their target.​

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Nel drew in another sharp breath as she pushed the thrusters as much as they could go, blasting off as she tilted her ship left and right, flechette rounds whizzing by dangerously close as anyone threatened to take her out of the fight, weaving in minimal movements to maintain her speed and velocity. Her wingman was not as fortunate as they attempted to stick close to Nel, a flechette finding its mark as a metal rod pierced his cockpit and punctured straight through his chest, the Beviin promptly exploding.​

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Her targeting reticule attempted to get a lock as the Destroyer already attempted missile disrupting countermeasures, she thumbed the button for her laser cannons, trying to lead her fire as they drew closer to the fleet.​

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Vreegan Fett | Electra-12 | Van Trask​

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[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a .F e t t

| Location | Selnesh, Prison​

| Objective | Prison Break​

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The Mandalorians freed by Careena laid low as they used the cover of the smoke to move from cell to cell, having been given the security card that Careena used to unlock each of them. Some were fellow Mandalorians, others political enemies of the Dark Empire, and many hardened criminals. The arrival of unfriendly Wookies was unexpected, and also problematic, posing as obstacles in the way of freedom as many of the criminals who attempted to simply make a break for it were immediately gunned down. They'd need more numbers to be able to mount a successful prisonbreak, other prisoners scrounging the bodies left around for anything they can use, weapons, shields, armor, security cards, anything to help their chances.​

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The screaming one caught Careena's attention as the prison guards moved to cover them. There's the squad leader, she thought to herself, whipping out her arm again as another whipcord flew out, latching onto the barrel of one of the rifles from Tibera's squad, a rough yank ripping the weapon from their grip as it clattered against the ground and slid towards her. The whipcord released the weapon as it slithered back into her vambrace, the rifle skidding to her feet as she kicked the weapon back into the smoke, providing an additional weapon to the prisoners that were working to free each other.​

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Her gaze fixated on the woman as they grabbed a shield from one of her dead comrades and charging right at her. Her trying to get close to her suggested that she may have the advantage in closer combat, but it would be a challenge she was happy to meet. Her pistols fired off in rapid succession as she gave Tibera a reason to keep the shield up and keep her eyes off Careena. As Tibera got close she crouched slightly before vaulting forward and using her thrusters to help clear over Tibera as they came barreling by, landing behind the mercenary as she turned to swing the butt of her pistol at the back of Tibera's head, using her body's momentum to have a spinning round house kick as a quick followup.​

Koda Fett | Tibera Jessen | Anguis Dux | Kei Amadis​

 

[Carduul Akahl]

He heard the sound of servomotors failing upon the first precise blow. His follow-up was swift, and equally devastating as the first, lancing through the breastplate and adjusting with the droid’s shift. Carduul did not know schematics of such a thing off the top of his head—but he knew it moved for a reason. He must’ve been close to something important.

Then it raised its arm, and he knew it’s time to retaliate was upon him. His footing adjusted, trying to move out of the way with the blade wrenching out, but he was far too close to avoid it.

There was no sound to mark what happened next—just sudden, crashing force.

The first pair struck center-mass, hammerblows of kinetic energy slamming into Carduul’s cuirass. He barely had time to register the pain before the next shot cracked against his pauldron, twisting his shoulder back with enough force to stagger him. Another missed his head by inches, air whipping violently past his helm before detonating against the wall behind him.

His ribs were in agony. Carduul could feel the force of the shots through his armor—felt them in his bones. A lesser man would be dead. Reduced to pulp within his own beskar shell.

But Mandalorians were made of stronger things.

The following round came low. He turned, just enough, and the projectile tore across his thigh plate instead of crushing into the joint. Another shot rang out—he twisted again, but not fast enough to outpace the cold calculations of a machine. It clipped his gauntlet, spinning his arm wide as sparks shrieked out from the beskar.

Pain burned through him, his breath forced ragged. His armor had saved his life, but even beskar had limits. If he kept taking hits like this, it would crush the man inside long before the metal gave way.

He only had a very narrow window of opportunity, for the salvo was only halfway finished.

With a grunt, he launched himself above with a swift jettison—momentum seared with pain, another shot pinging off his lower body armor in the ascent. The sides were the most accessible, the most predictable options. Instead, he had arced above the droid’s head, with a twist of the jetpack’s gyroscopes for a downward stroke, curving towards the joint betwixt the shoulder of the protruding weapon and neck. The last bit of unusual grace he could muster in his condition.

His internal injuries would have to be looked at later. His body could protest all it wished. There was still a war to win.

Antipater

 

[Antipater]

SELNESH
IMPERIAL DETENTION CENTER - CONTROL ROOM ALPHA​

His foe took to the air again, and by now his other arm was too damaged to keep hold of the polearm. The Mandalore wrenched it free, and with violent agility brought it crashing down against him once more.

Antipater attempted vainly to block the blow with the same arm Carduul had already struck - only this time it was severed utterly. The blade ran through the droid's neck, but the lost momentum had caused it to stop short of completely decapitating him. The force of the blow still sent Antipater flat into the ground.

There were power fluctuations. Antipater's connection became unstable. Projections were no longer accessible. This was it, then. Servomotors groaned as the droid groped around, attempting to push itself back up with one hand.

"Well struck… Mandalore," his words were slowed. "I concede."

He rose to his knees. There were a few errant flashes of sparks from within his exposed chest cavity.

"Unfortunately... Protocol forbids… The capture… Of these units."

His photoreceptors abruptly shut off, replaced by a high-pitched whirr as all remaining power was rerouted to the unit's self-destruct system. There was not enough left to relay any additional warnings. He trusted Carduul would intuit.

In the next few seconds, a violent explosion would consume the droid - incinerating it utterly and killing a great many of the people who still fought around them.

JAEMUS
DIADOCHRON - PRIME CONTROL ZIGGURAT​

Moff Antipater reached behind his head and unfastened the cable there. It fell to the floor with an unceremonious thumph, then began its slow retraction back into the wall unit.

Selnesh would stand. Selnesh would fall. It hardly mattered. His obligation was complete. The Dark Empire had already begun its retractions; the Diarchy was fast-stagnating to irrelevance around his little freehold of Jaemus.

The Neo-Crusaders and their erstwhile leader were a problem for the Alliance now. Now was a time for quiet. Now was a time for reassessment.

The voice of Startop - one of his assistants - crackled to life over the intercom. "The gentlemen from the Chancellorate have landed."

Yes. Right on schedule.

"Send them to the reception room. I will receive them shortly."

"Of course, sir."

Antipater adjusted his rank-plaque insignia and gentle smoothed out the front of his uniform.

Enough distractions. Back to the true work.

Attn: Carduul Akahl​