The Darkest Hours - SSC, GA, GR Skirmish with Primeval over Dromund Kaas

[Zambrano the Starweird]

The Darkest Hours ​

Skirmish over Dromund Kaas​

What happened on Mirial couldn't simply be talked about. It had to be experienced. To be felt. There few events in history that are comparable to a genocide, and what happened on Mirial was one of the strangest to occur... and possibly the most sudden and surprising. Maybe not surprising. It had been weeks, or months now since word of the Host Lord's death had circulated, and already in that time so many people had suffered and died under the oppressive vacuum that followed in her departing wake. Word of the civil strife and turmoil among Primeval militants, or in clearer words "Civil War", had begun to reach the ears of those outside of the Primeval. Those who had personally witnessed the atrocities on Mirial and escaped with their refugees to other nations spoke of the event as only a full scale attempt at genocide can be talked about. The emotional gravity, spread like wildfire across the galaxy... and the most noble of organizations were sent into a furious tizzy to do something about it. Anything at all.

As word reaches the rest of the galaxy of the turmoil that has embroiled the Primeval nation, the Warlords that once served their dead religious leader have defected for their own power. Most dangerous among them, the infamous Black Prophet, Warlord Zambrano the Hutt of the Chiloon Rift. A response forms among the Galactic Alliance, Galactic Republic, and the Silver Sanctum Coalition in order to attack the Primeval while at their weakest in an effort to destabilize them further into collapse. Their reconnaissance hears word of a planned military convoy from the Chiloon Rift headed for Dromund Kaas to supply it with resources, likely to build up a front for another atrocious attack from the unlikely Hutt dictator. This also happens to be the Primeval haven for infamous One Sith Voice Darth Vornskr, making the target all the more coveted for attack.

The Silver Sanctum Coalition fleet carrying their allies would arrive just in time for the resource convoy to arrive over Dromund Kaas. At a glance it appears the invading allies fleet would produce a relatively even match to the militant convoy the Primeval procured.... except they would also come to realize that there is a massive 2,000 meter diameter orbital sphere that resembled all too closely to the dreaded Girth of Gluttony from the old Sith Empire. Fortunately however, it appears dormant, though it would not be wise for either side to approach it too quickly. Although its master is buried on Dromund Kaas, the ship was built for full autonomy, and is not loyal even to the Primeval. Immediately, the invading skirmishers would launch whatever deployment strategy they had in order to target any Primeval strongholds being built on the planet, where an assembly of Primeval supporters of the Hutt and others may be found and fought.

In the sky, the Coalitions targets would include the Chiloon Rift Class Replenisher Ships, which hold vital resources for the gruesome Hutt's war efforts. Thus, obviously in the interest of security this convoy brought along a number of advanced escorts, leaving the rest of the dreaded Armada in the Chiloon Rift. It is ambiguous however, if the Hutt is even actually present on the Convoy, the energies he expended on Mirial for his bloody deed had left him vulnerably weak. Whether or not he made a presence upon the planet, would become a critical interest in this attack. If they could kill the despicable Hutt here and now, the bloody conflicts with the Primeval might finally be ended.

The convoy arrives above Dromund Kaas, and the conflict begins....

Spoiler: Out of Character

Hello folks! It's here

Me and Valiens Nataris will be engaging in a space battle, while the rest of you fight and duel each other. There are around eight Primeval PC's of varying levels of available activity and skill, which is less than the total number of SSC, GA, and GR members who notified me of their interest, so be considerate! There aren't really any rules or objectives per say, just make your own story within the conflict and you should be good!

Basically, be kind with each other, have fun and if you've got complaints contact me and/or your Faction Leader, and we'll hear you.

Here's to one whole year of the Primeval existing!

Spoiler: OOC Thread

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/73411-the-darkest-hours-ooc-thread/

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Darth Voracitos"] |

"For eight years I spoke with God. He told me to take us all to Heaven."

Vilox Pazela lifted his hands slowly to his head, worming his fingers beneath the cowl of his robe, to squeeze upon his head, in an attempt to silence his fractured mind. He had stood on the bridge of the Obscurity, on the same day that the legend of the Thronebreaker had been born, to be granted a vision that would change the Galaxy.

Eight years had passed by since Darth Vazela had disappeared, in the pursuit of something new. He had been betrayed by the Lords of the Fringe; broken by the One Sith on Prakith; and left in exile on Gulamendis, where the Primeval had burst forth to claim worlds that were not their own.

Squeezing his cranium, he discovered that the moment had passed. Liberated, the Dark Lord opened his yellow predatory eyes upon a most heinous structure. Spreading out his arms, inhaling the remnants of the Empire he had left to be destroyed, Pazela opened himself up to the Force once more, announcing his return.

None were here to listen. But they would know.

Soon enough.

Entering the ruins of Kaas City, towards the superstructure that had been it's Sith Citadel, Pazela begun his move. Eyes set on the open mouth of the Maw, the Dark Lord ventured forth into the Asylum of Gluttony.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Location: Kaas City

SSC: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] | [member="Syala Daivik"] | [member="Nightmare"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
Primes: [member="Vilox Pazela"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

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The intelligence reports had been correct. A heavy concentration of Primeval ships and member had gathered on Dromund Kaas, their intentions unknown. However after the loss of Ziost and with Dromund Kaas on their door step, the Silver Sanctum had decided to move first. A large fleet had been deployed, Master Nantaris at the helm and among the fleet drops ship to transport Jedi to the surface.

Coci, is on one of these drop ships prepared for her mission. Antarian Rangers had already touched down and moved quickly through the city, she .. like them, had come to Kaas City ready to face any Primeval member in her way. Her main objective is to discover their intent, not only for the people of this planet but to see if their is organisation of forces preparing to invade SSC space once again.

The loading ramp hit the ground hard as did her boots as she walked the long bridge from the landing platform, behind her walks the Jedi of the Silver Sanctum.

 

[Mr. OOC]

Location: Kaas City
SSC: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] | [member="Syala Daivik"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
Primes: [member="Vilox Pazela"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

On another of the drop ships stood a figure dressed head to toe in white garb. It obscured the lower portion of her face, and the entirety of her body, just as she preferred it. Affixed to her chest was a lapel with a symbol upon it. She had no problem with not hiding what she was. She was a Paladin, and this day she would face a new foe to her, an enemy of the light, a monstrosity that must be destroyed. On her hip she carried a discblade, and it appeared she carried no other weapons. With her were two others. Paladins rarely travel alone.

She served two purposes: a representative of the Silver Jedi in her role as Nightmare, one of the orders Shadows, and as Nightmare, one of the First Siblings among the Paladins. They were about to remind the evil of the galaxy of their presence. She took two deep breaths and touched something beneath her garments which moved briefly, and then stilled.

"Remember, my siblings, do not engage unless engaged first. This is not an assault mission."

"Understood, Sister."

The ship touched down and out walked Nightmare with her two siblings, a Brother and a Sister, each wearing traditional Paladin armor. They moved towards the others, approaching Coci specifically.

 

[Matreya]

In a cave midst the glassy landscape that is Dromund Kaas, a lone combatant meditated. While he hovered feet above the ground, legs and arms crossed with eyes lightly shut, the attack commenced about himself. Nearby on the ground, in an almost OCD layout was his Beskar'gam, Kallig's Scorching Lightsaber, Tantibus, a Gun Belt with dozens of explosives and a triple set of Betty Blasters. The odd tool out lay furthest from him, a Lola shotgun, with the slots on the barrel already filled with rounds ready to fired.

Two weapons with their own dangerous poisons, and other tools for devastation - this would be an interesting eve...

But these things were not the focus of Damien Daemon's meditation, instead it was on the future. He rarely did this, but when he did it was with a clarity and keen sense that made the end picture clear as crystal. But what was he seeing? How far ahead did he look? What was the end goal of this vision?

Opening his eyes, Damien placed first one foot then the other to the ground. A small odd smile tugged at his lips as he began to strap each piece of his armor into place.

 

[Jericho]

Location: Kaas City
SSC: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] | [member="Syala Daivik"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Nightmare"] | [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
Primes: [member="Vilox Pazela"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]


A breath of white flame released from his mouth as he sat quietly on the transport. He prep his gear as he always has, his four sabers, silver order military blaster pistol in each boot, smoke and thermal grenades. After making the heavy breath, he clasped his black mask and placed it over his face calmly. "Reaching target city, Master." The pilot called out, the warrior cracked his neck and knuckles then gave a nod for the drop. As they lowered as close they could to the city, the warrior opened the door and made his leap down to the grounds he shaped the very air around him to land; his heavy armor clinking as he thudded to ground. A few dust particles scattered as he looking into the distance. His jaw bone shifted as his eyes tightened. In the distance, the sound of clashing ringing through out the surrounding area. He wriggled his nose, this place stunk; it wasn't anything like the capital. "Hmm." There was a skirmish up ahead with the Primeval no less, a dust cloud rolled passed quietly. The wind was chilling but the sun shone brightly. With the sun at its peak, people should be bustling around. However Jericho didn't see anyone in the city as of yet. He looked around for a moment and walked quietly down. His guard was up suspecting a possible ambush. Jericho raise a hand and turned on his communicator. "Jericho here, no signs of any enemies as of yet."

 

[Lord Ajihad]

The Fist of the Demon had answered the call of the Primeval to Dromund Kaas, supposedly to defend it against some Jedi interlopers. He was in his Phasma-Class infiltrator, preparing to meet up with his 'associate' [member="Darth Pikiran"] on the surface. However, something caught his attention.​

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It was nothing he saw, nor nothing he heard that broke his concentration on the task at hand. It was something he sensed through the force. It was a dark presence, one that he did not normally feel even among the Sith. It was a vicious and terrible evil, one that did not discriminate against species, alignment, or any other such thing. It seemed to be coming from some sort of cavernous scourge in the face of the planet.​

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Just then, a blip came up on his scanners. It seemed to be some sort of ship, though not of Primeval origin. He paused for a moment, honing in on the waves of the force. As a Miraluka, he was naturally gifted with Force Sight, an ability he would now use to seek out this disturbance. His tendril of vision contorted and twisted its way across the nearby surface, until it came across an unmistakeable presence. Jedi.​

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His stealth field remaining on, he veered away from the lightsiders. Before he had come, the assassin had taken the time to conceal his presence within the force. Hopefully because of this, they would not sense the Sith as he soared through the skies. He used the ancient rune upon his chest to locate Damien, finally touching down close to where he felt the man's presence. The ship de-cloaked, and the exit ramp lowered. Out stepped the Fist of the Demon. Out stepped Death itself.​

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@Jericho @Nightmare @Coci Heavenshield [member="Vilox Pazela"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]​

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
With a flicker of space, the Coalition fleet emerged from hyperspace. Into battle came a large number of the best ships in the fleet along with the commander of the fleet, Admiral Kyrana Gould.

“All ships deploy for action. Valkyri Group, deploy for battle and ready weapons. Destiny Group, advance as planned. Lakia group move forward and ready for my word to engage.”

And so she would see who would be opposing her. Who would defend Dromund Kaas?

Spoiler

Coalition Fleet:

• 1 x Paladin Star Destroyer (1600m)(Speed: 3)
  Destiny 1600/1600 (0ACS)(19.13)

[*]1 x Crusader Star Destroyers (1600m)(Speed: 3)

• Deliverance 1600/1600 (3 Interceptor, 3 Fighter, 1 Bomber)(20.13)

[*]1 x Heavenshield Heavy Cruisers (800m)(Speed: 4)

• Valkyri 800/800 (0ACS)(10.13)

[*]1 x Sentinel Cruiser (500m)(Speed: 5)

• Laekia 500/500 (3 Fighter)(24.13)

[*]2 x Vigilance Frigate (600m)(Speed: 6)

• Virtue 300/300 (0ACS)(23.11)
• Honour 300/300 (0ACS)(24.11)

[*]3 x Guardian Frigates (900m)(Speed: 6)

• Spar 300/300 (0ACS)(11.14)
• Watchman 300/300 (0ACS)(19.14)
• Warden 300/300 (0ACS)(20.14)

[*]2 x Frontier Corvettes (300m)(Speed: 7)

• Adventure 150/150 (1 Fighter)(10.14)
• Pioneer 150/150 (1 Fighter)(23.12)

[*]2 x Fulminatus Corvettes (250m)(Speed: 8)

• Dart 125/125 (0ACS)(23.13)
• Quarrel 125/125 (0ACS)(24.12)

Total: 5,950m
Losses: 0m

Spoiler

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Kaas City

Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] | [member="Syala Daivik"] | [member=Nightmare] | [member=Jericho] | [member="Valiens Nantaris"] | [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
Enemies: [member="Vilox Pazela"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Darth Pikiran"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"]

Equipment: Lightsaber | Vibroknife | VT Vanguard Armor | Blaster Carbine | QQ-83n

He really had to get this armor back to the GA quartermaster, otherwise they'd have him paying rent for it. He kept it in good condition, working with the smiths in the SSC to repair any parts that were damaged. It wasn't his though, he just used it when he was entering combat with the Alliance. To be fair, he'd probably pull elements from it when he designed his own armor - that seemed to be a tradition among the more battle-capable Jedi.

Today was odd. The Jedi - Coalition and Galactic Alliance and Republic Jedi - had banded together for a strike at the Primeval. An attack, of all things. It was not normal Jedi behavior. But it was warranted. Events had caused the Primeval to be weakened internally, so much so that a hard-hitting strike could splinter the faction, even shatter it. While on one hand that would only compound the issue, causing numerous dark-side lunatics to go into the void without direction, it would also give some breathing room. The major Jedi powers could focus on small groups individually, bringing more forces to bear than the small groups could withstand, and slowly erase them from the galaxy. That was the plan, anyways.

Audren had traveled with the Silver Sanctum fleet and had dropped into atmosphere on the same drop ship Coci Heavenshield had come in on. He was only a Padawan, so his loss would be fairly insignificant compared to the loss of Heavenshield were the dropship to go down. He followed the Master out of the dropship with blaster in hand. Antarian Rangers had already gone ahead into the ruins of Kaas city so the immediate area was clear of combatants. No doubt that wouldn't last long, as the Jedi were set to move deeper into the city.

The place reeked of the Dark Side. The genocide of Eriadu had been bad, but that was just a massacre, no Force use. Raxus Prime, where Sith acolytes had attacked a Jedi camp, had been bad but not nearly as wide-ranging. This was both concentrated in a bottle and duplicated over the entire planet. It was almost overwhelming. Fortunately, he'd heard of a meditation that allowed him to ground the darkness - literally move it into the ground - without it really touching him. It was his first time using it, so a bit of concentration was needed, but it held for now. More worrying was how it would affect the fights that would no doubt happen; Dark strengthened Dark and weakened Light. The Jedi would have to bring a lot of light to counteract the planet today.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Kaas City
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Jedi Scum
Target: TBD


The intelligence was solid. Among the strife in Primeval space, the Silver Sanctum had launched a new counter offensive right into Dromund Kaas. This wasn't to be unexpected. Internal conflict strategically placed the Silver Jedi at an advantage, it would be foolish not to take advantage of it. Kentarch himself had not traveled this far from the core since the region fell to the Jedi years ago, a resident of Ession, where his old estate resided. When the Sith Empire fell and the spread of the Silver Jedi and the Mandalorians had forced him into the core worlds with his fellow Sith brethren. Yet after a brief skirmish on Toola, the Sith Lord felt himself drawn once again into his former homeland.

The Black Mercury had set down on top a landing pad located on the roof of a skyscraper in Kaas City, a stealth ship, the vessel was able to get in completely undetected. As the Sith Lord walked down the loading ramp he followed by a few Sith Assassins. Cloaked figures in black, although only Kentarch's face was completely shrouded in darkness.
"We've sighted Antarian Rangers." One of the Sith Assassins said to Kentarch. "Several landing ships. Looks like Jedi and possible special forces. Not enough for an all out occupation."
"It won't be, for now." Kentarch said walking over to the edge of the roof. "This is a raid, they are here for intelligence and to disrupt Primeval military operations." He shifted to one of the other Sith. "Any IDs on possible high value targets?"

"We got some images of some Jedi disembarking just before we landed." one of the Sith said, then handed Kentarch a data-pad. For a brief moment he looked at the images. Nodding to himself he handed the data-pad back to the other Sith. With right he gripped the wrist of his left arm, a hidden blade extended from under his palm. The same blade that almost killed the Jedi Teynara Jeralyr. Kentarch got the same feeling through the force that he had on Toola, there would be blood. "Get the Black Mercury in low orbit, keep it out of the fighting." Kentarch stated. "I'll call for Intel we needed, otherwise stay out of my way and maintain radio silence." He said hiding his presence in the force. "I have a high profile target I will be after. Be ready for a combat extraction." he spoke, then made off to find a better spot observe the Silver Jedi.

TARGET: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Location: Kaas City

SSC: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] | [member="Syala Daivik"] | [member="Nightmare"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Equipment: Vanguard-class Armour, Lightsaber.


Halfway along the bridge walking toward the tower, Coci felt the presence of two. [member="Nightmare"], a fellow Silver Shadow full of purpose and Padawan [member="Audren Sykes"] who has worked tirelessly to strengthen himself as a warrior and Jedi, both of them more than capable of defending those that require it and uphold the Jedi mandate. "Ever get the feeling you are being watched?", she said as they moved closer to her. "I sincerely hope so, I would be most disappointed if we have gone undetected".

A quick look to them both as they continued to walk, "Stay focused, be aware of your surroundings through the force, stay close and watch your backs", adding more seriously. Coci's force awareness revealed considerable numbers of Sith within the City, the darkness thick and sits ill through the ripples of the force, and the sense of one or more seeking targets of Jedi. Let them come ..

"We must establish if the intelligence is correct, that the Primevals are forming up for invasion within our protected space, no more surprises". Her hand opened just as her saber hilt slapped hard against her palm.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Location: Kaas City
Allies: SSC | GA | GR
Enemies: Primeval
Equipment: Valkyri Armour | Lightsaber

"Dromund Kaas..." he openly uttered as he sat on the floor of the shuttle, his legs dangling beneath him as it descended into the ghost town of a city. "Grandmaster?" said the ranger sat next to him. "Such history, this planet. It once served as the old Sith capital millennias ago long before the rise of the Galactic Empire, before the collapse of the Old Republic. Then came the new Sith Empire, which was then crushed by a united Republic and Mandalorian front. Now it belongs to the Primeval. The Dark side remains strong on this world, even after all these years." Another ranger appeared, sitting opposite of him. "Then we'll cleanse it of its darkness," the young man spoke, clenching his fist. Thurion raised an eyebrow. "Peace, Trooper. We are not here as conquerors." There would be no reprimand from him, but a third ranger sitting next to the eager young man gave him a slap to the back of his helmet.

"1 minute until drop," their pilot informed them. "I hate it when they say that," the ranger next to him spoke, shuddering. Thurion gently took the young woman's hand in his. "Me too," he told her while offering a confident smile. "Stay close to your comrades, and don't take any unnecessary chances. Remember your training," he told them all just as the shuttle hovered above ground. "May the Force be with you." The Grandmaster was the first one out, casually stepping off and landing firmly on both feet, soon followed by the squad of rangers before the shuttle returned to the murky skies above. [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and her group was well within shouting distance, and right away he moved to join forces with his wife. "Secure the area," one of the rangers spoke, waving his blaster rifle around. "Nothing but friendlies here, Sergeant. Keep a weather eye on the horizon. Or two, if you can spare." Just as he finished his sentence he stood before Coci. His hand reached for hers and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Darth Voracitos"] |

Dust. It was all that remained of the civilization known as the Sith Empire. Like all things, at the end of it all, all that would be left would be dust. Life. Such an overrated phenomena, in this broken Galaxy. But He would change it all; and the tides of change would begin on Dromund Kaas, the world that He had seen burn on the same day Tyrin Ardik's throne had been broken. Sith. Jedi. They were all so futile.

Lowering the cowl of his robe, Vilox Pazela turned his predatory stare to look around the structure. The dark side was strong here. Through the apirations in the Force, the Dark Lord could feel the faint presence of Kaine Zambrano, left behind by his battle with Darth Voracitos, of which the latter was very much pravelent. Eight years in exile had allowed the Galaxy to forget, distracted by the plights that had followed Him. But He had returned and He would herald it with an encounter that was set to change the Galaxy.

"Darth Voracitos," murmured Pazela, lifting his hands as if to embrace the Emperor. "I have come with a proposal. We both want the same thing. Show yourself."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOrXKiSy8ZY​

The wind whipped against his cowl, forcing the figure to tug it back into place to cover his face from the frigid gale. He reached up to find another handhold in the rocky surface and with a heavy of effort he hauled himself up and over the ledge of the mountain, taking a moment of uncharacteristically catch his breath as his eyes caught a glimpse of the Coalition's vanguard as they landed within and beyond the limits of the old Sith capital, Kaas. He count faintly remember a time when the city was not a ice-coated ruin, a time where the streets were overflowing with proud Imperial citizens going about their daily business under the watchful gaze of the Sith Lords of old. But all that was gone now, swept away in the blink of an eye, but the Sith were once again at their zenith. Would Coruscant follow Dromund Kaas by those who had become desperate in their unbridled defeat?

Perhaps.

Groaning he rose to his feet, dusting some of the dirt and icy off of his black insulated bodysuit and turned away from the city of past glories to stare into the mouth of a looming cavern. He had brought no form of artificial illumination with him on his climb, and the cave possessed no natural bioluminescence to light his way. But he did not rely on either, for the Dark Side was his ally and a powerful ally it was. Thus he descended blindly into the darkened abyss with utter surety in his steps that he would reach the innermost chamber at the far back of the cavern system that wound within the bowels of the mountain. This particular cave had been used by cultists of a bygone age to perform vulgar rituals to appease the eldritch horrors they followed so blindly. Whether or not such cosmic beings existed was of no concern to him, the cult had been culled so many centuries ago and all that remained of their heresy were the obscene inscriptions on the walls and their long cold bones that littered the chamber floor.

The chamber itself was rather large, spacious enough to hold a gathering of several hundred all at once, and was dominated by four rune-inscribed pillars decorated with bones and the braying faces of demons carved out of rock. An altar sat atop an incline at the far end of the chamber from the entrance, and the bones of its last victim was still strapped to its blood-stained surface by iron shackles, a dagger still firmly embedded in its rib cage. With a mere flick of the wrist the figure sent the shackled skeleton flying in all directions, clearing the space away for a new victim to be tied down and sacrificed to the darkness that hid behind the light of the stars. With another flick of his wrists the braziers in the chamber suddenly burst to life, burning with a dull hellish glow that at last lit up the room to revealed the horrors hidden in the darkness.

And that is where Darth Vornskr waited for him.

[member="The Revenant"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Spoiler: Primeval Militant Convoy

• 1x Primeval-Class [Tactical] Star Destroyer (2200m)(Speed 2)
  Balagoth 2200/2200 (2 Fighter, 1 Bomber, 6 Gunships, 2 Transports) (02.03)

[*]2x Time Rift-Class Superior E.W. Assault Destroyer (1000)(Speed 2)

• Alpha 1000/1000 (2 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (01.04)
• Omega 1000/1000 (2 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (02.02)

[*]7x Gulandi-Class Escort Frigate (200m)(Speed 6)

• Priest 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (02.04)
• Bane 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (01.05)
• Exodus 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (02.05)
• Purgatory 200/200 (1 Interceptor, 1 Bomber) (03.04)
• Scribe 200/200 (1 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (03.03)
• Vision 200/200 (1 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (03.02)
• Innocence 200/200 (1 Fighter, 1 Bomber) (08.03)

Spoiler: Flavour Ships (non-engagement)

• 2x Chiloon Rift-Class Replenisher (SSC Targets to be claimed upon Militant Convoy destruction, carrying ambiguous war-making materials)
• 1x The Girth of Gluttony (In orbit with Dromund Kaas, seemingly inactive)

The convoy spotted the Coalition Fleet, it had already begun its operations, with transports descending upon the icy ruins below. In the distance, the Girth of Gluttony could be observed orbiting around Dromund Kaas... threatening but idle without its master... who's short slumber may come to an end this day. Two Chiloon Rift-Class Replenisher Ships arrived behind its escort fleet, which formed a tight wall directly in front of it. Upon detection, the two resource ships fell back, allowing the Convoy's to better defend them both without worry of them getting caught in the crossfire. There was still a great deal of ambiguity, of exactly who, or what was directing this fleet... though one could reasonably guess it to be the AXIOS A.I. aboard the Balagoth going through a run time of orders. Where the Hutt had gone, know one knew... yet. It was fairly clear that the Warlord would make his presence known wherever he traveled. It wouldn't be unfair to speculate however, that he remained on Mirial... fraternizing in his "maternity leave" with his latest abominations.

As the two opposing fleets over Dromund Kaas appeared, they merely moved in to engage. The AXIOS A.I. began to run tactical simulations to determine the best approach to the current scenario as it moved into position. Interceptors, Fighters, Bombers, and Gunships all sat within the hangar, being prepped for an imminent launch. All weapons in the fleet were beginning to calculate their targeting solutions for when range was met. In only a few minutes, the two fleets would be embroiled in heated conflict... though it would be the Coalition that likely holds the initial edge, catching the convoy off guard with their advanced intel.

Will that be enough to doom the convoy, or shall it preserve under the grace of Balagoth?

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Kaas City, rooftops
Enemies: Jedi Scum
Allies: Primeval
TARGET: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]

Kentarch watched the Jedi advanced across the bridge towards some tower from a roof of large skyscraper. He watched, carefully concealed in the shadows as his target made her way to whatever destination. She is armored... He noted mentally. Another armored figure seemed to kiss her. [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], the heads of the Silver Jedi. Kentarch was a little fuzzy on their exact chain of command. But he did know the two were married and had children. Aside from the two of them more Jedi and Rangers were spread out across the bridge. A bridge. Bridges were death traps. Right now there too many Jedi in one place, he needed to separate them. Kentarch had an idea.

Activating his communication unit, he got in touch with his crew aboard the Black Mercury. He stepped out of site, inside the stairwell of the skyscraper as he spoke. "I got several high value targets on a bridge at my position. Recommend infantry support immediately, also take out the supports of that bridge." He said in hushed voice, then gave his estimates on troop numbers and the number of troop transports, the Sith on the other side gave a roger. Looking back over the ledge of the skyscraper at the advancing Jedi, Kentarch waited in silence. It did not take long for the Sith to respond. Soon Coci, Thurion, and the rest of the Jedi came under fire. From their right flank enemy fire came from a few buildings, heavy repeater fire sprayed out across the bridge at the Coalition forces. Rocket launchers fired at the bridge supports as the rangers and Jedi were assaulted by mix of sniper fire and blaster fire.

Kentarch could use this attack as a distraction. That was if the Jedi weren't killed in the bridge collapse first.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Upon the mountain...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JYeYgtF7J8​

A body shifted in the Star Viper, the clasp of the armor across his chest was form fitting and surprisingly comfortable. The phantom pains of his last excursion, just recently healed, were no longer there. The vehicle cut across the darkened skies, storms and gusts on the horizon, as he fell in line with the transport vehicle. Within the folds of metal, a platoon from the GDAF set upon the world with a purpose of reconnaissance and a willing disruption of activity. He had taken to the habits of the Hounds of the Alliance, vanguard for the front line. Pounding the stone, moving the progress forward, he smiled as he tapped a row of buttons across the dash.

::Where are we headed?::

The words echoed across the cabin. Gabriel paused, feeling something in the distance. The world was tainted in the death that preceded his arrival, the quickening of the darkside, but even among the highlights of black streaks across the skyline, a darker presence called his intention. He shook his head, wincing with a furrowed brow. "Impossible..." Leaning forward, he opened up the communications.

::You're heading for Kaas City.::
::10-4. We'll meet you in the streets. Mark our LZ..::
::You'll go ahead of me. I have some business to tend to.::
::Roger.::

The vehicles parted ways, the Star Viper cutting towards the mountain. He adjusted the balance through the craft, the whip of the wind was putting an axis on it's side. Squinting down towards the entrance to a cavern, he exhaled, still in disbelief that someone could have survived that fall. The force, it was a mysterious thing. Setting the differential thrusters to a ballast, it found itself in stable position as the autopilot kicked on. It would remain as long as needed, as much time as was required to finish this thing left undone. Wrapping his armorweave robe around his neck, he felt the blistering cold crawl through the ship as the hatch opened. And with a step out, mountainscape beneath, he hit to the rocky outcropping in a plume of dust and ice.

Standing from a kneel, he turned his head towards the cavern entrance. It was dark, the force would guide him in hand, as adiabatic winds carried moisture up the tar-painted ridge line. Water turning into ice and freezing rain, lightning and it's complimenting thunder loomed in the background. This place felt old, as old as the world itself, and seeped with the corruption of misguidance. Stepping forward into the walkway, he used his left hand to guide him, implementing powers of psychometry to guide steps when braziers and sconces once lit the way. A place of worship, a place of ritual, a place of sacrifice. Each step drew him closer to the presence he felt on Taloraan, that distinct signature, like bile at the back of the throat. It burned on the way down.

With Annulum Ignis beneath armor, he thought about his family and friends. And how he might soon be apologizing to Ava once more. He cleared the corridor soon enough, finding himself in the chamber tainted with expressions of death, in all its form. The mountain was hallowed out for the size of the place, beams of ambient darkness flicking down in waving curtains from a textured hole in the cavern ceiling. He spotted a rows of stairs, winding as they disappeared into the background. And he spotted a malicious figure, exuding the powers of the darkside as if it was merely a gesticulation.

"Vornskr..." He spoke the words like acid spit from the mouth. All that fighting, all that sacrifice, for nothing. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1W-3ekB0eg​

​

But he was not alone.

As Gabriel's vision adjusted to the chamber's ominous gloom the outline of other individuals became apparent, wicked neophytes of the Sith Lord's will that made his presence upon the ruined Sith world all the more tangible. Robed and hunched they worked tirelessly with sinewy hands to trace intricate arcane symbols in the dust choked air, their eyes hidden behind leather binders and their sore-pocked mouths moved in a silent incantation. The Sith Lord himself was at the farthest end of the room, kneeling before the altar he had previously vacated only to have some dreamy-eyed urchin tethered to the stone by those who served him in all things. His hood was drawn back to reveal his pungent features as he stared reverently up at the symbol of the Dark Lord recently carved into the stone wall parallel to the altar.

The boy strewn a top the altar constantly struggled against his binds, but his strength was no match for that of forged iron and he only tired himself out again and again. Three robed acolytes stood around the altar, a dagger in each of their skeletal hands. In sequence they raised their bladed weapons and let the sharpened edge kiss their throats, a waterfall of scarlet spewing forth to shower the bound boy with their offal. At first the boy shrieked and squirmed as the life liquid soaked through his clothing, the fabric now sticking to his shivering flesh. However; his body quickly ceased its quivering and his shrieks subsided into ragged breathing, his eyes bulging outward as a malignant force surrounded him with its vile embrace.

Vornskr rose from his kneeling position, an ancient incantation on his lips with hands outstretched and his fingers arched in an all too familiar gesture. Lightning burst forth from his gnarled digits to strike the boy directly in the chest, but instead of incinerating him instantly the lightning infused with his body as the blood evaporated before the coming heat. Quickly enough a change overtook the boy, his chest heaving as his bones expanded, snapped, and mended themselves while his flesh grew taut around them. His skull elongated into something more primal, his hair falling out in clumps while all intelligence drained from his eyes only to be replaced by a hunger.

Even as the transformation continued Vornskr turned to address his foe: "Ah, the thorn in my side has arrived. I've been inquiring about you, Gabriel, you're as much of a mystery to your 'allies' as you are to me." The bonds holding down this new monstrosity finally snapped, and the wretched creature collapsed off the side of the altar to land behind Vornskr's towering form. It flailed about for a moment before finally righting itself by sitting on its haunches and staring at Gabriel with an intense wanting. "It's time I taught you a lesson, mongrel." With a simple nudge the creature suddenly lunged out, propelling itself off of the ground with its lupine back legs, to charge directly at [member="The Revenant"] with voracious purpose.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]


“Enemy fleet moving into position, ma’am,” the sensor officer called. “They have some sort of interference, it’s hard to get a lock on them at this range.”
Gould studied the tactical map. The enemy was deployed opposite to her. There was anomaly though.
“That frigate, coordinates 08.03, tell me about it.”
“It’s out of the interference, it seems to be deployed separate.”
“Curious. Either way, form line of battle with the destroyers, all ahead. Frigates will take up a flanking position. Laekia group will continue its assignment. Is the Valkyri in range?”
“They report the range is too great to be effective at the moment for anything other than superficial shield damage.”
“Very well, hold fire. We don’t want them to learn about the Vortex Cannon until we’re ready. Ready all attack craft, but do not launch yet.”

Spoiler

Coalition Fleet:

• 1 x Paladin Star Destroyer (1600m)(Speed: 3)
  Destiny 1600/1600 (0ACS)(19.13) -> (16.11)

[*]1 x Crusader Star Destroyers (1600m)(Speed: 3)

• Deliverance 1600/1600 (3 Interceptor, 3 Fighter, 1 Bomber)(20.13) -> (17.12)

[*]1 x Heavenshield Heavy Cruisers (800m)(Speed: 4)

• Valkyri 800/800 (0ACS)(10.13) -> (09.13)

[*]1 x Sentinel Cruiser (500m)(Speed: 5)

• Laekia 500/500 (3 Fighter)(24.13) -> (24.08)

[*]2 x Vigilance Frigate (600m)(Speed: 6)

• Virtue 300/300 (0ACS)(23.11) -> (23.06)
• Honour 300/300 (0ACS)(24.11) -> (24.06)

[*]3 x Guardian Frigates (900m)(Speed: 6)

• Spar 300/300 (0ACS)(11.14) -> (10.13)
• Watchman 300/300 (0ACS)(19.14) -> (16.12)
• Warden 300/300 (0ACS)(20.14) -> (17.11)

[*]2 x Frontier Corvettes (300m)(Speed: 7)

• Adventure 150/150 (1 Fighter)(10.14) -> (09.14)
• Pioneer 150/150 (1 Fighter)(23.12) -> (23.07)

[*]2 x Fulminatus Corvettes (250m)(Speed: 8)

• Dart 125/125 (0ACS)(23.13) -> (23.08)
• Quarrel 125/125 (0ACS)(24.12) -> (24.07)

Total: 5,950m
Losses: 0m

Map

Spoiler

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhqRMzoyV4g​

He bared his teeth, prepared to move to save the boy from his fate. It was something ominous, a shadow with a thick lining, that sunk around the figure amid the spray of viscera. Gabriel was far too late, feet heavy and planted beneath the burden of the darkside. It stifled, clinging at the air with invisible nails of wafting appeal. It felt like a failure, the inability to move, coupled with this gruesome transition. First blood and then lightning and now this. Humanoid turned lupine, he nearly ground his teeth into powder as knuckles turned white in anticipation of the change. The chamber crawled once with the servants of this tenebrous sepulcher and now, it bled for a purpose. Taking one step back, he exhaled and centered himself, calling on the ring to approach this objectively. But before he could talk, a lesson was to be had.

On all fours, broken limbs and reshaped by the Sith Forging, the beast cleared the distance in a snap. Gabriel did the first thing that came to mind. Left foot slid forward, dust jumping from the solace it once knew in vacuous cloud, right foot planted. Swinging forward with his full weight, Gabriel punched the beast hard across the side of the head. With the elevation of the force, coursing through a body that was newly healed and prepared for this fight, it sent the beast twirling into wall nearby. The crash echoed as the monster was jostled, enough time for Gabriel to be upon it again. No need for his saber, not yet, as he delivered another downward strike to the head, keeping his attention split between beast and master. Crawling on top, he wrapped his arms around the neck and twisted, cracking the vertebrae with a swift snap. Exhaling, relatively unmoved by the attack, Gabriel clapped his hands together and turned towards the Sith Lord. "Lesson well lear..."

The beast was on him again, driving cranial plate into back with a strong headbutt. Good thing for the armor, otherwise former wound might have been aggravated. For all it was worth, it merely pushed him forward and turned him, flinging him away from [member="Darth Vornskr"] with a slide across cavern stones and mineral deposits. Anticipating the second attempt, a bite towards the chest, Gabriel stepped back and caught the jaw with his hands. Heaving, he forced his arms out, stretching the mouth beyond it's unnatural limit. Still resisting, the beast shook as skull bones and jaw began to crack. As soon as that happened, a pop leaped out from the internal megaphone of the skull plate, the skull ripped into two pieces as he unzipped the monster to it's sternum.

What blood was used for sacrifice, it spilled out now across stone, as the Master dropped the pulsing carcass, armored fingers covered in it's blood and saliva. Frowning, he turned back to the Sith Lord with an ignition of Roecnar. "I am simply your end. It's a mystery because you fail to accept it."