The Devil's Lair | CIS Invasion of TJE's Copero Hex

[Jaron Lesan]

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Wearing: XXX ​

Wielding: Lightsabers​

Location: The Fortressa​

Allies: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | CIS​

Enemies: The Jen'ari Empire​

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"Kara will be alright, it is the nanny I am worried about," Jaron said with a teasing grin. "Don't worry your pretty little head off with such things. The sooner we kill everyone, and destroy everything, the sooner we will be home with her."

It was the proper motivation to remember why they were there. The Confederacy was there to destroy everything. It was a straightforward mission designed to bring a full amount of shock and awe. One thing was certain. The Jen'ari Empire had no idea what they were in for. They could prepare all they wanted for the onslaught of ships and soldiers that was headed their way, but they would brought to their knees.

For Jaron this was purely personal. He had been with Vyrassu, seen how the Empire had been built. Jaron had spent time in the sparring pits in attempt to win Dianah over as well as test her skill in combat. For being one that considered himself a Dark Jedi, Jaron had been invited into the Empire with open arms, and it had been enough for him to see how the Empire treated its followers. Metus was a tyrant, but Vyrassu... he was something else entirely. Jaron had been there when they butchered countless numbers of Jedi for a purpose that had eluded him. Jaron hoped to meet the Sith on the field of battle and to be the one to end his life. His overconfidence would be his undoing, and Jaron had been close enough to know it could be exploited.

His armor fit as it needed to. The plates snug yet allowing him room to move. Two hilts hung at his waist, swaying as he moved about the ship. They were en route to the sight of the battle, and Jaron was already tasting it. They needed to be ready, and Jaron needed to calm himself.

Jaron was pulled back to his thoughts when Dianah spotted Maddy. The loud voice in his ear was enough to ensure he stayed in the moment. He sat next to her as Dianah was dealt in.

"I think that I will watch."

It was war, and Jaron's war face was Dianah's "Miserable Cyar'ika."

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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She caught part of Shia's Mando'a, and knew that it was time to get up and get dressed. As Shia had reached out to the buy'ce, the Tygaran sat up in bed and swung her legs over to the edge of the bed. Hair still dishelved and eyes were puffy with a mix of sleep and exhaustion, the nap was - if you could call it that. It was somewhat refreshing but cut short due to the Princess Leia's impending arrival over Copero. Slowly she got to her feet and shuffled over toward a small bin of clean clothes. "Lights," she called out as the computer chirped and the lights brightened considerably. "Feth." Mishel put her hand over her eyes, "too bright, too bright..."

The Tygaran winced a bit and slowly opened her eyes as she then resumed getting dress. It was somewhere between getting her pants and belt on over her hips (her sister seems to insist on buying clothes a size too small) and pulling over her shirt and vest that she heard Shia. At first, the conversation felt as if Shia was going to propose, so part of her was really relieved when the question was just to join in song. Then as her brain woke up and caught up with the severity of the question, the tone and the words that proceeded it. Mishel now fully dressed looked at Shia her face had turned as she considered the question.

Family. A loaded word.

Mishel felt the fear rising in her chest it got caught in her throat. She sat at the edge of the bed and looked at her girlfriend, looked at the ash and ink and then back to her girlfriend. Her brow furrowed again, it should be a sin to have to think without a drop of caf in her system. Still, her expression went unchanged and Mishel's heart pounded against her chest. She swore she could count the beats, and Mishel smiled when Shia mentioned modification of the lyrics to mention the Jedi. So no, it wasn't anything close to a marriage proposal but by the Force or the Manda, it certainly held the same amount of weight.

She hadn't realized that tears escaped her eyes. Family was a very loaded word to her. She had lost so much of it the word seemed to have little if any value to her. "You said our family," Mishel repeated, really confirming what she had just heard. A hand wiped way her tears, "just um..." The Jedi took a deep breath, exhaled, "the answer is yes by the way just... um." Feth. She needed to just pull herself together, "yes, I yes I will join you in this and I - well, um. Chit..." Mishel for once in her post-Ren existence was speechless. If only Mara was around to be astounded, or Coren. Well, they were there on the ship just not in the actual room - which was a good thing, considering how little (if any) clothing (none) that Shia actually had on.

"And that sounds amazing, totes make a huge entrance with fireballs and all." Mishel said with a bit of laughter as she wiped her eyes, "thank the Force I don't wear makeup, okay so um what do we or you, or I how do we um Dha W-W-er-r-" Her voice was cut off by the sound of C7's delightful tone over the ship's comm system.

:: Revision to Copero in three, two... one ::

The kaleidoscope of colors had faded, and the vision of Copero along with the Confederacy and Jen'ari fleet engaging one another emerged. "K, whatever we're doing, we gotta do it fast, and like now."

In the cockpit, the Selonian pilot nodded to the droid who dialed into the Confederacy's fleet via an encrypted channel left for those part of Team Ghost.

:: Leaders of the Confederacy, This is Ghost Team Seven. We've arrived over Copero and will attempt to slip past the fleets and head planetside. GT7 Away. ::

Lav complained in his native tongue. C7 replied, "you never said you objected to GT7, and do try to speak more clearly just because I am a droid does not mean that I've not understood your mumbles. If you're going to insult me, do so with some air of dignity." The Selonian scoffed and punched in a few codes alerting Confederacy pilots that they may need some cover fire for the attempt to land. The Princess Leia was never the stealthiest ship but she was one of the faster ones.

[member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kayla Wylen"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Amilthi Camlenn"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"]

 

[LT-137]

Unknown Regions // Path of the Houses // Copero System
Taskforce Myrmidon, Contracted to Serve the Confederacy of Independent Systems.
Bellerphontes - Class Stellar Quinquereme - GCV Angelus
Command Deck - Astarii Saren, Thychani Trierarch, Taskforce Commanding Officer.
Confederate Allies: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Archim Calixis"] | [member="Alessandra Creed"]
Jen’ari Hostiles: Unknown - Will update in subsequent posts to reflect In-Character changes.
Composition: See linked Gdoc for any Relevant Links, and an expansion of any hits taken, or targeted vessels.

Long had been the road for the woman who went by the name of Astarii Saren. She began her naval career as an Officer within the Royal Hapan Navy, before transitioning over to the Galactic Alliance. It was there that she got a true taste of what it was like to command a flotilla of warships, as they made her an Admiral, then later a Fleet Admiral, before her innate ambitions saw her proverbially crucified by her compatriots. Such insidious deeds by those that sought themselves better, saw the woman rush towards the First Order in the hopes of getting her revenge but were swiftly dashed atop the metaphysical curb as the Sith Empire stole that glory from her. Through their subterfuge, the Galactic Alliance split asunder and was swiftly dismantled by the galaxy at large. The subsequent political cataclysm allowed for Astarii to abandon her duties as a First-Imperial Admiral, and take up arms as a Gilded Mercenary -- simply because the pay was substantial and it gave her the chance to keep her head above water, whilst she sought a newfound purpose in life. As an added plus, because of the rocky relations between the First Order and the Golden Company, it was unlikely that she’d ever had to worry about them following through with claims of assassinating traitors.

Yet, with that being said, she endeavoured to be careful - despite their public statement of retracting galactic assets and adopting their isolationist roots.

It was such a mindset that flavoured her approach to the Copero system, as the higher-ups within the Golden Company sought to use her talents to complete the contract given to them by the Confederacy of Independent Systems. She utilized the preliminary sensor data, that their automated drones and stealth sleuths had garnered during the mobilization phase of this destabilizing crusade, to determine the best method of approach. There was a high chance that the Jen’ari - ancient remnants of an empire once long vanquished - were fortifying their territories with a multitude of boobytraps that would waylay incoming hostiles, or detect their approach. While the recon drones were unable to transmit the exact telemetry and sensor readings of the astronavigational hazards, Astarii assumed that they were minefields of some sort; capable of either destroying entire flotilla’s or yanking starships from hyperspace. Although she would later find out the truth, at that moment - her assumptions were based on her lengthy experience as a naval officer and the multitude of tactics and strategies employed by the various stellar nations she served.

The acquisition of data regarding the enemy fleet composition was also semi-incomplete, unable to give her the hard numbers she required to formulate some semblance of a strategy. The Hapan knew that there were several points of density, where the shipyards were rumoured to be, or it could’ve simply been a large collection of warships - passing through the sector as the drones made their passive sweeps. Regardless, it made the planning phase a lot more difficult than it should’ve been - which resulted in their taskforce lagging behind. They were supposed to be a part of the vanguard, given the glory of first blood - but also acting as a willing sacrifice to the unknowable threats that lay within the system. So, in the grand scheme of things, Astarii supposed it was fitting that they were given incomplete information and told to do their best with what they were given. Nevertheless, she would make do with the substandard intelligence and prove to her new superiors that she was well worth the investment.

Her plan of action was simple. The Thyrsian taskforce would drop out of lightspeed within the bounds of the Copero system, and engage any enemy targets they’d find. It was likely there would be a plethora of hostile warships to choose from, as the star system was reputed to be a significant shipyard within the greater Chiss Ascendancy. This meant that it was possible, however unlikely, that they could catch several Jen’ari starships in drydock - leaving them wide open to attack. It was also likely that they could be waltzing into a trap; lured by the prospect of utterly crippling the newfound Sith-Imperial regime with a single stroke. Whatever the speculative case would be, it all wouldn’t matter until the battle was joined. Then, and only then, could a strategist say that his trap was sprung - or that they caught the enemy with their pants down. But, until that appointed hour came to fruition, speculations were the only thing that could be made with any sense of conviction.

The Myrmidons, as the Twisuns Praetor - Khonsu Amon - labelled her taskforce, would enter the system with their Hyperwave sustainers active; as those pieces of archaeotech ensured that their starships would reach their collective destination. Well, that was unless the interdiction field rivalled that of the now, long-defunct Centerpoint Station. It was unlikely that the Jen’ari had access to such ancient technology, but that was yet another unknown variable that would have to be accounted for once they arrived in-system. The gilded starships would be staggered in their formation, as entering hostile territory with a rigid configuration would undoubtedly see to the destruction of several vessels; due to the concentration of anti-capital weaponry that was likely to be deployed. Their solar sails would be retracted, and they’d operate solely upon their ionic thrusters. While that was far from ideal, in terms of fuel and power conservation, it would allow them some degree of mobility when they finally pitted themselves against the might of the Jen’ari Navy.

Astarii had also ordered that her warships fully-charge their varied weapon arrays, and pre-load their respective munitions, as there was a high possibility of being engaged as soon as they dropped out of hyperspace. The same order extended towards ensuring that their deflector arrays were properly cycled and that their mirror shielding was aligned with their forward sections - as that was the most likely angle they’d be attacked from. All they would need, once they translated into realspace, is the updated targeting telemetry and the painted targets that their paymasters wished to see destroyed. They’d be ready for whatever lay beyond the swirling tides of the dimensional aether. At least, that’s what Astarii hoped. She’d been wrong before, and despite her iron-clad - almost prideful demeanour - the woman was mature enough to admit it. It was folly to believe that you were better than the galaxy at large, as it was a big place, and there was the possibility of someone out there being better.

When the warning klaxons sounded, signalling the flotilla’s imminent arrival in enemy-held territory, the Thychani Trierarch settled into her command throne - with a steaming cup of recaf in hand. “Finally,” She whispered, allowing a serpentine’s approximation of a grin to peel across her lips. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

 

[B1-667 Aquilus]

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Current Equipment: E-5C Blaster Rifle, Thermal Detonators

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Location: Scimitar II

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Allies: [member=Rylan Kordel] | [member=Alora Fae] | [member=Allya Vi'Dreya] | CIS

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Target: The Jen'ari Empire

Aquilus sat at a repair bench, getting his armor plating adjusted. He was given an objective, and he wasn't gonna fail now. May as well get better fitted to suit that objective. His logic processors knew this was going to possibly be a suicide mission, but Brutus, his other personality, ignores the statistics and craves the upcoming bloodshed. Frankly, all Aquilus wants to do is complete this mission. It is in his programming to serve the great Confederation of Independent Systems.

Once finished on the bench, the droid outfitted himself with his favorite loadout: His trusty E-5C Heavy Blaster Rifle, and a few thermal detonators to be on the safe side. Content with the destructive loadout, he attached his rifle to his back, the maglocks keeping it in place, and kept the thermal detonators inside the backpack-like storage container attached to his back.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Orbital Shipyards
Engaging: [member="Kaida Taldir"]

The Dark Master registered the frigid Eldorai as she disembarked her transport, which to his own admission was not what the Master had expected to pull itself from the boarding torpedo. He had expected a Business Sith with a squad of advanced droids, but this was a much more promising situation. Mercenaries were much more easily dissuaded from their missions than believers.

Orthus’s mind began to form the very first inklings of a strategy when the Force hauled at him, urging him to lift his hand. The first round ripped through the air, tearing through cloth and leather, into ragged flesh and muscle loose on its bones. His shoulder burst in pain as the hypervelocity round blasted through his arm, taking pieces of muscle with it. Why must everyone be so eager to kill one another? Blood leaked from the wound, smelling sickly and half rotten as the corpse-like being continued to move, forcing himself into fighting.

His hand lifted up, the Force reverberated with power, the air in front of his hand turned solid as the next round smashed into the barrier, ricocheting off into the durasteel flooring. The black shrouded figure grimaced, grunting behind the pressure. The shock of the round rippled up his wounded arm, setting the ruptured nerves ablaze with the hints of pain, dulled only by longevity. It had been a very long time since he had been shot, and he would like to convince others his senses and reflexes empowered by the Force were quicker than others, superior in every way, but in truth they were not. He was slow, deliberate with his actions most of the time. His dominion was a over sense of scale and precision, not speed of action.

The third round smashed into the barrier, bouncing upwards into the ceiling with a clang that sounded as though it had nicked something important above him, steam bubbling from the freshly made bullet hole, driving the Sith Lord backwards. Some might call it cowardice, others survival instincts.

The Sith’s hand flicked, a twitch more trained reaction that actually necessary, pulling a pair of panels from the wall, machinery and wiring following suit, circling the Sith Lord as they tore and rent themselves into smaller and smaller shards wrapping around his body in a rapid orbit like the rings of a gas giant.

 

[Amilthi Camlenn]

Location: The Princess Leia (Copero System)
Tags: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Kayla Wylen"]

"Yes." Amilthi threw a glance past Coren at the winged woman who entered the room. "Hello", she said simply. Her attention returned to him momentarily, looking intently into his eyes from her sitting position. There was no smile on her lips now. "Unlike that young boy you dragged into this. One does not bring children into a war zone, not even as medics. Not even when they are Younglings or Padawan learners and beg for it."

As if she had suddenly remembered something, Amilthi rose from her sitting position and looked around. "Where is he, anyway?" She spotted him soon enough, sitting on the floor in the short corridor that led towards the cockpit, engrossed in some activity on a handheld device, isolated from the world by his headphones. Just as she had taken a step to walk over to him, she heard the announcement from the cockpit. "Reversion to Copero..." She threw a concerned glance back at Coren, then walked up to the boy who, absorbed in his entertainment, had paid no mind to the news. With a gruff gesture she plucked the headphones off the boy's head.

"This, young man, is no occupation for someone who would study the Force, or would perfect himself in the service of others", she said sternly. "Now get a hold of yourself. You'll need all the focus of attention you can muster to spot the right places where you can do good - and to avoid the places that could get you killed." After a moment's reflection, she added, with a light, encouraging smile: "If we get out of this, I'll show you some ways to have fun with reality itself, rather than simulations." Perhaps the boy's predilection for games could be useful if he could learn to view reality itself as a game. It had long seemed a frivolous mindset to Amilthi, was she was beginning to see some wisdom in it.

Still, she couldn't understand how Coren could not take war as seriously as he should have, and why he had such low standards for those he would bring into it. That lunatic who had flooded the library on Ossus had been quite something already, but their group of Jedi then had been vastly better-prepared for a violent confrontation than this motley crew seemed. Amilthi expected that she would have to spend the most time keeping everyone else alive, and she resented the prospect because it wouldn't be the best use of her abilities; or worse, because it forced her into a position where her skills were genuinely lacking.

Amilthi looked over to Coren and Kayla again, then nodded towards the cockpit. "Coren, why don't you see if you can't help the pilots find a way to the planet. CIS intelligence is that it's sealed off by a shield."

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Location: Scimitar II​

Load Out: Twin Lightsabers​

Armor: None​

Allies: [member="Alora Fae"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="B1-667 Aquilus"]​

Music: Black Sabbath - War Pigs​

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The flight into enemy space, somehow it was always a bit dull and mind numbing for the Sith. Glancing around the cabin after his apprentices call out, he barely noticed the soldiers and droids that had been offered into his command for this operation. While he was a member of the Knights Obsidian, at least to some degree, he was leading Dauntless, the new cog in the Confederate warmachine, he hoped these troops would live up to their reputation, and that he was up to the task of leading these troops, he hadn't lead troops into battle in... well a very long time, if memory served right.

His gaze fell on one person though, Alora, he wasn't sure why she volunteered for this operation, but he had to accept her choice to come along, he knew he couldn't stop her, no matter how much he hated the idea of her following him into battle. It wasn't that she wasn't skilled, he knew she was as dangerous as they come, it was that he cared about her more than anyone else, and now she was going to be right in the path of fire. Shaking his head, he glanced around again, preparing his mind for the fight a head, it wouldn't be long before they'd exit into the assault.

"Allya, remember my young protégé, our lives in your hands. That said, I have total faith in you." he grinned before looking back at his troops, eyes scanning each one with a steely gaze, "I don't expect many of you will return from this, but if you die, I can promise your names will go down in history as heroes of the Confederacy. If you live, you'll go on to fight in more battles, and defeat more enemies who threaten the lives of our people. Fight well, die with honor." he was not a speech giver, he was a man of action and a warrior not a leader of men. Moving to be next to Alora, he rubbed his fingers against hers as they stood together, then his hands came up to sign to her -Is it too late to ask you to go back to the Fortress?- he smiled, and then took his seat and strapped in, soon his worries wouldn't matter, just the chaos and destruction.

 

[Diarmid]

"You know how I stayed alive this long? All these years? Fear. The spectacle of fearsome acts. Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands. He offends me, I cut out his tongue. He rises against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike, raise it high up so all on the streets can see. That's what preserves the order of things. Fear."

~Bill the Butcher, Gangs of New York

Location: Copero Shipyards, High Orbit
Objective: Rally Forces
Allies: Jen'ari and Friends
Opposition: Confederacy and Allies

As I rattled off the laundry list of changes, Animus remained unreadable behind his mask. However, in the end, I felt a small rush of relief as the Sith Lord praised my efforts. If nothing else, he was cordial. I felt like I was doing something right, so I relaxed ever so slightly, words flowing more naturally as we went over the other items of the inspection.

Eventually, talks turned to the discussion of the Fury itself. Favoring smaller, more nimble capital ships myself, the massive battlecruiser wasn’t my cup of tea, but nevertheless, it was chock full of interesting features. Most notably its special hypervelocity cannon, capable of eviscerating just about anything with a [SIZE=11pt]well-placed[/SIZE] shot.

A fleet killer through and through, more than fitting to serve as flagship of the Jen’ari navy.

“Ah, we haven’t even begun work on the Eternal Fury,” I admitted. “As you only arrived yesterday. Traffic for maintenance and repair has been particularly heavy within the last month. However, I will personally see to the refit of the Fury being given priority carried out within a timely fashion.”

I paused again, giving Animus or any other Sith present a chance to respond. However, only moments later, I could feel my communicator buzzing in my back pocket.

At the threat of suspension, I had warned my subordinates not to contact me while I was in talks with the Dark Council, so if they were calling now, then it must be of dire importance.

“Apologies,” I said with a small nod of my head before standing upright with my communicator out. “My staff needs me.”

I took a few steps away from the table, turning my back on Animus and the others before flipping open the communicator. I recognized the ID as belonging to the commander of the local battlegroup, Admiral Rarg'ivoalo'faerrun.

“This better be good,” I hissed.

“Satellites have detected a large invasion force reverting over the far side of the moon,” the Admiral practically blurted. “It’s the Confederacy! They have enough vessels to lock down several sectors and they just keep pouring in as we speak.”

I scowled at the news, gripping the communicator hard enough to make my knuckles turn white.

“This was just transmitted over open comms,” Rarg'ivoalo'faerrun continued without giving me a chance to respond. The middle-aged Chiss sounded like he was about to pass out, wheezing out his last string of words.

"Servants of the Jen'ari Empire," he announced, his words spoken in an ominous, mournful tone. "I see you all beneath me, scurrying around in your little ships, going about your meaningless little lives like the mindless parasites that you are," Tacitus spoke, pausing for effect. "I do not speak now to offer you terms. I do not speak to ask for your surrender, as you are undeserving of such things. I speak merely to inform you of your fate," he said. "Flee, little cockroaches. Or fight. It makes no difference. For vermin such as you, there shall be no escape. No mercy. Only genocide," the Reaper decreed as the Confederacy's warships awaited the next move of their foes.

Now I could feel the communicator beginning to warp within my hand from the pressure I exerted, gritting my teeth all the while

The Confederacy of the South had come not just to wage war against the Chiss, but to completely exterminate my whole race in a self-described genocidal campaign. Simply because...we had the audacity to make the best of a situation and sue for peace with the Jen’ari to avoid extermination by them.
We just couldn’t catch a break.

A few moments passed, but to me it felt like an eternity, running between a gamut of emotions. My family was under threat. Everything I had built here with my own two hands. My whole damn race.
It was a struggle, but I kept my bearing, calling upon all my years of military service to do so. If I fell apart now, everything I loved was doomed.

“Relay this message to the Cabinet,” I finally croaked in a low voice. “Initiate Breakwater Protocol, and contact Cspalar with the information you’ve just provided. I’ll rendezvous with you on the Greywind shortly.”

I cut the call then, my grip becoming limp enough to almost let the communicator slip through my fingers. Right after the call ended, my communicator was buzzing again, no doubt my counterparts in the Parliament and Cabinet. They would have to wait.

I turned back on Animus and the other Sith present at the table, looking like I had just seen a ghost.

“It appears the Confederacy has come knocking on my door with the promise of genocide...and they already massively outnumber my forces present if initial reports would be to believe. I would...humbly request any assistance the Jen’ari can provide Copero at this time, in the air or on the ground. In time, the rest of the Ascendency will be able to respond with reinforcements, but it will take some time.”

All across the Copero, there were hundreds of millions of inhabitants, many of them soldiers. Being the location of one of the principal shipyards of the Jen’ari Empire and the Ascendency, many personnel were already temporarily stationed on the surface as their ships underwent extended maintenance.

However, what we were lacking was Forcers, problematic against the Confederacy which was top heavy with them. As much as I despised the Sith, especially now as they had brought such trouble to my world with their religious squabbles, I needed Animus and all the other Sith to help us against such occultists, or we probably wouldn’t make it.

The Sith needed us Chiss just as badly, as they probably weren’t going anywhere with the CIS out in force.

“What do you say?”

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Chaos had erupted outside of the protective [SIZE=11pt]coverage[/SIZE] of the air defense network of Copero and the shipyards in high orbit. Helpless freighters and other civilian vessels were purposely targeted by the Confederates, those that couldn’t escape quickly reduced to slag.

There were a few fighter flights and gunships patrolling these outlying areas, but they were quickly overwhelmed, only ever meant for small police action.

Despite the brutality on display by the Confederates, Admiral Rarg'ivoalo'faerrun held firm with his main formation among the shipyards. The atrocities committed within opening minutes of battle only cemented his position to remain cautious, as it seemed that he was one of the few things standing between such ruin against the rest of Copero.

That wasn’t to say that he did nothing, though. Ordering his Kobolds to take action, the space between the moon and orbital shipyards filled with shocking blue lances of ion torpedoes launched at near relativistic speeds against all hostile vessels that peaked over the horizon of the far side of the moon. There was a steady stream of ion fire from the Tenjin launchers, returning hell upon the Confederates, collectively spewing hundreds of torpedoes at a time. Shortly later, the Kobolds would open up a pair of battlecruisers that appeared seemingly out of nowhere for a direct strike against the shipyards themselves. It was difficult to track these particular vessels as they appeared to be using some kind of stealth scheme, but it was possible as they gave themselves away with steady volleys of fire, which normally lit up ships on energy sensors like a Lifeday Tree.
After the Breakwater Protocol had been invoked by the Governor, shipyard operators scrambled to fulfill the first phase of the directive, hurriedly undocking ships and fighters in various states of disrepair or construction. Non-essential personnel was being ferried onboard the Admiral’s ships with nowhere else to go for the moment.

Hundreds of fighters now buzzed around these orbital yards, creating several interlocking layers of defensive screens. The minefield behind the perimeter of the shield stations was fully activated, adding yet another deadly layer of defense.

If there was a silver lining to events in space, it was that two Jen’ari formations had recently made a port call at the orbital yards, more or less intact. If they could be successfully rallied, then it would give Copero more of a fighting chance to survive until reinforcements arrived.

Over encrypted laser comms, Rarg'ivoalo'faerrun issued a message to the forces of Darth Animus and Admiral [SIZE=11pt]Freetaa[/SIZE], urging them to stick with him near the orbital yards and maintain a defensive posture until the final phase of the Breakwater Protocol had been achieved.

Planetside, openings in the shield network were closed off while orbital guns began to power up. SAM sites, consisting of a mix of light energy torpedo turrets, and RAX-1 launchers, were primed to engage enemy vessels that managed to slip through the planetary shields. Fighter wings all across the globe began to scramble into action by the Executive Cabinet as it began to relocate to a more secure location within Copero City.

Meanwhile, subterranean lunar emplacements simply remained on standby, shielded by Tranquility sensor jammers. Twelve such sites existed, located equidistant from each other along the equator of the moon to provide overlapping coverage. The move was intentional, a trap set for later when the Confederates inevitably swung their main forces around from the far side.

The Confederates had seen an easy first “victory” by mowing through hapless civilians and police caught unaware in a first strike, but as they proceeded with their campaign, they would begin to encounter much more fierce resistance. By freely admitting their designs for genocide, the Confederates had sparked a murderous fervor among the Chiss, now finding themselves backed into a corner without even chance to surrender.

They could only fight.

Not to just win, but to survive.

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Summary of Actions

• Coordinated an initial response to the CIS incursion and have made a call for reinforcements.
• Firing upon all CIS vessels that venture beyond the far side of the moon to protect fleeing civilians, and Adron's battlecruisers directly assaulting the shipyards after revealing themselves through attack.
• Activated minefield around Copero orbital yards.
• Planetside, charging up orbital guns and have activated SAM network. Lunar component of orbital defense network remains on standby and hidden.

Order of Battle

Battlegroup Azure, Third Expansionary Fleet (Orbital Yards)

• 6x Chiss Star Destroyer (6000m)
• 60x Kobold Blastboat (3600m)
• 240x KF-01B Fencer Kai Droid Starfighter
• 120x TIE/D Defender
• 120x Scimitar Assault Bomber
• 4x Lightstealth-18 Reconnaissance Ship

Orbital Yard/Shield Station Status

Spoiler

[member="Adron Malvern"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Aedan Miles"]
[member="Archim Calixis"]
[member="Caesar Kenway"]
[member="Alessandra Creed"]
[member="Khonsu Amon"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]

[member="Darth Animus"]
[member="Gida Freetaa"]
[member="Darth Necrin"]
[member="Madison Liddell"]
[member="Cay-Yo"]
[member="Nicole Callix"]

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Location: Fortressa [Quarters] - Hyperspace to Realspace
Tag: [member="Aiden"]

Spoiler: Equipment

Obsidian Strike Armor
Obsidian Lightsaber
Obsidian CR Ring
Comet [Side Arm]
All-Fate [Disruptor Rifle]
Ship [Enviable Talent]
Electro-Chain Whip

The Fortressa was starting to be a home away from home. Naedira had a modest flat on Geonosis. One bedroom, refresher, small rec room, and a kitchenette that Aiden could just barely turn around in. It was entertaining to see him try and access the chiller when his biceps were the largest things in the room. Nevertheless, suffice to say, her assigned quarters on the Fortressa were actually of higher quality. It always struck her as strange, but, perhaps it was because she was aboard so often.

The Knight had been awake most of the night. Hyperspace travel was fast, but, it still took time to get from the southern systems to the northernmost sectors. Typically, she slept better when the Viceroy of Stewjon was within arm’s reach. That didn’t happen on the eve of war. She tossed, turned, and often found herself trying to find a way to wind down. From holo-docs, to checking her gear, to re-checking it, to finally winding up tangled with the Viceroy. Again.

They would be exiting hyperspace soon. The warning had come across the comm-link like a claxon in the night. Not that it was actually that loud, no, just a little voice in her ear. Naedira simply felt it in her bones. A fight was coming. It would be bloody. Part of her looked forward to it. Part of her focused on the potential losses. The Knight was seated across Aiden’s legs, comfortably, though already wearing her Obsidian Strike Armor. Soft lips brushed against his beard covered jaw. “I don’t know how you can eat this much before running off to a battle.”

Nae had eaten what would be considered calorically necessary for the future endeavors. Nothing that would make her feel too heavy. The hidden compartments on her armor held micro-rations, if needed. Regardless of her incredulousness of how much Aiden could actually put away in a short span of time she held a small piece of fruit up to his lips and took a moment to enjoy the stillness.

Her fingers would linger, brushing his lips, before she pulled away to lean her head against him. This war against the Jenny’s was all the Confederacy had been buzzing about. She understood the reason. Imperials all around. Another Empire. They were off to try and put out a fire before it could become blaze. The guilty, the innocent, they would all be judged the same. The CIS never usually went out of their way to kill with such wanton abandon…But in Chiss Space? Was there really anyone left to save?

Liberation was for those that wished to be free. All intelligence suggested that the majority of the worlds under Jen’ari control did not have any such compulsion.

It left Naedira with a crisis of conscience. For a woman that had tried so hard to become a mother at one point in her life, it left her with a moral quandary. The auburn haired woman held a secret compassion for those that became wrapped in her electro-whip. Still, it wouldn’t stop her. In the end—It held no weight. She was a soldier. She was Sith by choice.

No. The Confederacy would not suffer another Empire to live.

“We will be assaulting Copero City. My ship has already been prepped so we can pass through the planetary shield. We just need to avoid being shot down.”

The stealth tech on the Scimitar would hopefully keep them from being seen. Or turned into space trash. The Knight reached for the utensil on the table and offered the Viceroy another bite of his lunch. Second lunch, really, before she returned back to enjoying his warmth. Wrapped in his arms…It was a strange phenomenon. She felt safe. Her head turned, slightly, and she pressed a kiss to his chest. He had a habit of forgoing shirts entirely.

At first, she’d rolled her eyes at it. Of course, the muscled, handsome Viceroy would parade around half-dressed. He’d seemed like a self-possessed prat.

Her vision had become skewed. Infected. Rather than to hold disdain for it, she had begun to appreciate it, because he was never far away. She could always feel the warmth of his skin. Hear the beat of his heart… “Are you actually going to wear armor this time?”

She would have scolded Aiden for his stupidity, however, he was about eight centuries older than she was. Give or take. If he hadn’t died yet she could only assume that he knew what he was doing. He would hear the basic tone beneath her inquiry. Concern. She wouldn’t question him but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t worry. Lesser men had felled far greater by accident.

Naedira couldn’t fathom anything happening to him. The thought was foreign, strange, and unsettling—but it was there. What if some Jenny got in a lucky shot?

Her body shifted and she wrapped her arms around his midsection, sweeping up, so that the palms of her hands rest against his shoulders. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to.

A new warning, the end of a countdown would see the Knight rise, and pull the Viceroy with her. They had exited Hyperspace. The response was immediate, orders flew, and tranquility would turn to chaos. [member="Darth Tacitus"], the Reaper Lord, released a speech that went throughout the system. The young woman could not keep from visibly cringing. Not because of the content, but, because it was highly unnecessary. There was nothing glorious about it. There was nothing to boast over. They were set, by the Vicelord, to end all that stood in their way. They all knew what they were here to do.

It was time to get it done.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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Location: The Fortressa
Objective: Prepare for Invasion
Companion: Journey
Gear: Armor, Greatsword
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Damsy Callat"] [member="Kyber"] [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]

Cardinal opened his eyes as he felt the subtle drop from Hyperspace. The Dominus Prime had been taking the quiet moments before battle to center himself, find a single focus and empower it. He felt....empty. That cold feeling that was usually in the pit of his chest had tripled in size and threatened to consume him. The Dark Side called to him, offering a false comfort. Damn it tempted him but for now he was forced to ignore it, he could not risk loosing control of himself today, not during this operation. He was in his quarters, his armor clad over him and his hood raised over his head. There was a faint shimmer in the room, bred from the glowing hexagonal pattern on his body.

"Force, make me swift and deadly." He mumbled a brief prayer before standing to his feet. The moment he stood his helmet began to form around the features of his face until he was completely hidden in his armor. It was an almost choking feeling and he hated it more than anything. He could never understand the love the rest of the galaxy had for these prisons meant to protect them. Yet he had long since been used to it. With a quick blink his HUD came online and a notification light chimed. The operation was about to begin. The door to his quarters was opened with a brief exertion over The Force. The metallic doors parted hurriedly as Cardinal moved into the main spine of The Fortressa. The man moved with an urgency, his voice calling out as he did. "Journey. Are you here?"

The space near Cardinal's head seemed to briefly shift as a small metallic being came into the Dominus' view. This small being was named Journey and he was the leader of the Obsidian Squire's. A particularly snappy being, his azure optic seemed as unwelcoming as ever. "It is my duty to be here. What do you want?" His tone was curt and demanding, though there was no missing the urgency in his voice. Cardinal would guess he had been rather busy himself. "Journey, we need to get everyone to the hangar. I am going to make my way there I think that a few of them are in the feast hall, can you get them?" Cardinal asked. There was a certain way to handle Journey and though Cardinal rather enjoyed the Shard, he was difficult to deal with if he felt disrespected.

"Would you allow me to grab you a cup of cafe while I am at it? Pick up some dry cleaning?" The Shard retorted.

"Journey!" Cardinal snapped, his sunburnt orange eyes peering at the squire from beneath his helmet.

"Keep your sword sheathed, I will go and get them Cardinal." With another soft shimmer, the Shard would disappear from sight once again. He was a soft touch in the Force and Cardinal could only sense him because he allowed it. Yet he was faster than the Dominus would be. Cardinal sprinted down the hall towards the main hangar, they were cutting it close.

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Journey was in a particularly foul mood today. Not due to the invasion or even the fact that two of his comrades were destroyed during a recent mission. No, the elder Shard was agitated due to one of those metallic things confusing him for one of them! "Droid," that is what they called him! Did they even fathom the importance and significance of his kind? Were it not for him Cardinal's armor would be a shattered mess and the man himself would likely be practicing sleeping in the dirt. The audacity. The shard flew through the halls with a certain speed, remaining cloaked as he never did care to be seen by those metallic things. They only ever acknowledged him if their sensors marked him as an anomaly.

A turn down the hall led him into the main feasting hall. He tapped into the Force, a subtle push, enough to release the stealth field he had drawn around himself. The organics were playing some idiotic game. Cards against the Confederacy? Foolishness.....Though it did seem to have a certain appeal to it. Perhaps the Shards should come together and play a game? Certainly will go better than strip sabacc night. A mental sigh exhaled at the thought.

Journey did the equivelent of a Shard clearing his throat, which was an audible metallic screech that was massively unpleasent for everyone with ears. "Excuse me but his high majesty the Dominus Prime requests you all prepare to depart. He is preparing a ship in the main hangar for those who will need it." The Shard eyed each of them with his optics, taking in their images before floating over to [member="Srina Talon"]. Journey was particularly fond of this organic. "Exarch Talon, you almost look as beautiful as a Shard this day. One could barely tell you are made of such filthy matter!" It was his version of a compliment, however twisted he felt it was a pleasant thing to say. "Forgive me, I must see to the others and that insufferable organic." The space around Journey would shimmer as he folded back into a cloak forged by The Force, no doubt looking to return to his own master.

Cardinal had made his way to the main hangar. This particular hangar held a number of ships built specifically for insertion. Chief among them was the Scimitar-II's. A rather tricky freighter that was capable of piercing through planetary shields to allow a brief access. Cardinal stood at a terminal, activating all of the ships remotely and running them through their start up procedure. One by one they would check out, prepared for their mission to Copero's surface. Cardinal rushed forward, making his way to the closest ship and loading himself into it.

"You know a thank you would be welcomed." That same superior, metallic, voice called out as he folded back into Cardinal's sight. His optic seemed slightly brighter than just a moment ago.

Srina Talon must have been in the feast hall. Cardinal rolled his eyes as he sat himself in the pilot's chair. "Journey. What is the status of the battle?" Cardinal asked, effectively ignoring the Shard's previous statement.

"Oh, yes. Ignore me, typical." He started, but quickly reversed his path. "The fleet has only just engaged the enemy though I believe they have scrambled a number of fighters and are preparing their defenses. We should hurry." Cardinal needed to know little more. As he primed the engines to the ship he would wait a few more moments, otherwise he would be journeying to the planet with journey. The mental pun was not lost to him

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[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Orbit
Objectives: Get Planetside
Allies: CIS/Allies
Enemies: Jenny/Allies

Coren shook his head. He knew what was going on. The planetary shields were always an issue for any planetary assault. And while he wasn’t as crazy as some about taking them down, if he could get this new budding Empire handled and removed? He was going to be happy. And the fact that he had a team full of Jedi and Force users right here? He had an idea. It helped when Amilthi spoke up, because it just solidified the move in his mind. A grin that Mishel would recognize came across his lips.

“Lav, get us close to the shield. Away team? Escape pod. Now.” He almost ordered, but it was Coren, it was him speaking with conviction and determination. As a Jedi, he had a duty to the people of the galaxy and getting those shields down? That was important.

He grabbed his rifle and slid it over his head, checking his lightsaber on his hip. Moving through the ship. “You two, too. Get your gear, escape pod. Toute de suite…” The Jedi Master gave another look to Amilthi. “I’ve got just the thing.” He offered a wink and could already tell Mishel and Shia, who had worked with him before had an idea about what was about to happen.

“Zak, Kayla, you stay with me when we get planetside.” The Master nodded as he ferried the people into the pod. It was a tight fit but once everyone was inside, he slapped the door. “Mish, give me a countdown. Get us as close to the shield as possible.

And with that he hit the command to launch the escape pod. Pulling himself into the center of the pod, he fell into the Force, reaching out to the secrets of the Aing-Tii. He knew this was going to hurt but it was the most direct solution he could find to getting this shield broken. With the launch he had to stabilizing himself, reaching out to the group in the Force, pulling him down and anchoring him. “Strap in.” He felt the kinetic energy of the pod, the size of it, the minds within. He knew he could move it, he’s moved bigger, not that it always ended well for him.

He could feel Mishel’s thoughts before she verbalized, and when she gave him the “Mark!” the pod ceased to exist.

****

...At least where it was, without atmosphere, there was no audible pop, but there was no such luck on the other side of the shield. The escape pod from the Princess Leia was now in an accelerated race down to the surface of Copero, and Coren was trying to hold his breakfast down in the pod…

[member="Mishel Noren"]
[member="Zak Dymo"]
[member="Shia Kryze"]
[member="Amilthi Camlenn"]
[member="Adron Malvern"]
@Marakai Al’Orren
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Diarmid"]

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Fortressa [Quarters]
Equipment: Sith Sword
Tags: [member="Naedira Darcrath"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]

Aiden still pretty much detested space travel. No amount of time or exposure could genuinely get him used to the idea of spending an abundance of time in what, effectively, was a tin can constructed of material designed to merely withstand failure for a time. The Sith Lord could understand its necessity in the current incarnation of the galaxy, but he diverged from the thought of most militaristic societies in that fleet strength equated to an adequate projection of power. Each and every ship in both the Confederate and Imperial fleets amounted to entities that paled aggressively in comparison to the strength and power of the Force.

The Viceroy had passed much of the time on the eve of their arrival doing...what he always did. Between workouts, small but frequent meals, and attending to...Naedira, he'd also managed to get some decent rest. The night prior to their arrival in-system, however, was different. A good portion of his efforts had been focused on trying to get Naedira to relax. The impending reality of combat, of war, was never a mere simple matter. However, Aiden had lived the overwhelming majority of his long life as a warrior. War was not simply something he did from time to time. It was his profession.

The sensation of Nae's lips brushing against his beard brought a thin smile to his lips, but he did not immediately respond to her statement. Instead, he took another bite of the fruit that Naedira cradled in her hands. As the Knight's fingers lingered on his lips, one corner of Aiden's mouth turned up into a subtle smirk. Placing a soft kiss on top of Naedira's head as she leaned it against his chest, the large Sith returned his attention to the datapad in his free hand, the other draped casually around Naedira's waist. "You know... I'm not sure how it happened, but the assignments seem to have become a little unbalanced. Look at these new force projections."

Angling the datapad such that Naedira could see, Aiden allowed his deep voice to rumble from the pit of his chest. "The assault element on the space station is staffed but...it seems a lot of the experience is going planet-side. I presume all polarized around the idea of razing the surface of Copero. However, if this station is not adequately managed, it remains a huge force multiplier for the overall military effectiveness of the Empire." Aiden would never refer to them as the Jen'ari. Did they even know what that actually meant in Ancient Sith?

Aiden's voice fell silent as Naedira offered him more food. Perfect timing. While he chewed, he tapped in a command authorization code to edit the force disposition roster with a simple alert to Exarch Malvern. He found it...odd that the Minister of War occupied no legitimate leadership role in this massive military undertaking, but the disparity between positional responsibility and actual authority within the Confederacy was a leading reason for his own resignation from the post of Minister.

Tossing the device aside just as Naedira asked her final question, the Sith Lord seized her body in his arms abruptly. Coming to his feet, he through Naedira over his shoulder for but a brief moment. In the next few seconds, her back gently found the blankets of her bed. Allowing his body to settle over hers gingerly, the Viceroy placed a long, passionate kiss to her lips before breaking the embrace and raising his head slightly. "Armor. What's the point? It seems everyone has some all-powerful weapon or technique to render armor all but useless. I have my blade and my lightsaber, and that is all I need outside of myself."

As a subtle smirk settled onto his features, Aiden shrugged slightly. "I mean I guess it's cute that you worry about me though..." Unlike, apparently, all of the other men on the ship, Aiden did not concern himself with Naedira's safety outside of not wanting her to die. She was a warrior. If it was either of their time to merge with the ether of the Force, then so be it. Besides...Aiden knew far too well that death was never truly the destination.

He could feel it before the announcement was made. "How much of a hurry are we in really?" Naedira's gentle push against his chest followed by her urging him off the bed was answer enough. Smiling, Aiden grabbed his large Sith Sword and associated rig that he used to carry the weapon. Pulling it on over his exposed upper torso, the Sith Lord sheathed the weapon behind his head. Pulling on a black and silver overcoat over top, Aiden finished his preparations. As they made their way towards the exit, the Viceroy called the hilt of his lightsaber to his left hand and clipped it to the belt of his pants.

Location: Enroute to the Enviable Talent
Equipment: Sith Sword
Attire: XXX underneath black and silver overcoat
Tags: [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Damsy Callat"] | [member="Zavek Ambrose"] | [member="Pei Ven"]

Aiden had ignored...pretty much anyone and anything on their way to the hangar. However, he had taken the time to update the other members of what had been designated the Reaper Team as to the reality that both he and Knight Darcrath would be rendezvousing with them on the space station. Once they'd arrived at the Enviable Talent, Aiden helped Naedira store her gear and initiate the pre-flight checks. When all was said and done, the Viceroy would take a seat next to the Executor. Silver-green eyes began to burn bright, very bright relative to the rest of his family members, as the Scimitar prepared for departure.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Kyber"] [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
Allies: Confederate of Independent Systems and those who fight with them
Enemies: The Jen'ari Empire and those who fight for them
Post: Two

"Yup!" Madalena answered Pahfinder Yumi ([member="Kurenai"]Yumi) with a grin. That was entirely the plan. Looking at [member="Kyber"], her grin widened. "If you win, the rest of us are giving you an oil massage. If you don't win, you clean this hall instead of the other droids after we're back in Confederate space." Squealing, she blew a kiss through the air as her bestie [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] approached them and nodded enthusiastically as the tanned beauty joined the table. Next came the exarch, [member="Srina Talon"]. Madalena practically pulled her to join them, something that went on surprisingly well considering it did not provoke the Echani woman into trying to slit her throat with one of the cards.

The exarch's comments had Madalena giggling like a 12 year old boy as she tried to imagine the prim and proper woman saying some of the words that were on the cards. At one point, when it was Madalena's turn to deal the cards and read the black one out loud again, she tried to pass Srina a very nasty one that include the name of the Viceroy. Unsurprisingly, the woman refused to read that as well. Madsy was half certain the women moved the card to the bottom of her stack and moved another one atop of it so she would not even have to glance at the words written there.

The game went on for several rounds. It wasn't long before most of those present, including some of the lesser known Obsidians, were all laughing and rolling in their seats, words unable to be properly pronounced because people cracked before finishing them, and there was even a case of someone almost losing their breath and starting to wheeze. If anyone noted the arrival of the Shard that up until a second ago had been stealthed, Madalena was not one of them.

But soon enough they all knew. The metal screeching was enough to hurt anyone that was in the area. When the pain began to subside, Madalena blinked. His high majesty? That was a new one.

"Okay kidlets, looks like we're done for now," she sighed with a smile as she rose from her chair and began to collect the cards, "Exarch Talon, if you would be so kind as to declare the winner?" she offered the tiny woman. Frankly, Madalena had been laughing too hard to keep following. But she was certain Srina had seen every micromovement made during the game.

She was already in her armor, her weapons were already upon her body. Pausing to give Dia a quick hug and Jaron a wave, it looked like they were all about to take their exodus from the Feast Hall to the main hangar.

They were the war that was upon the Jen'ari.

The time for sweet smiles, rolling laughter, and milk bubbles spraying out of people's noses were over. They'd be going planet-side soon enough, and the smurfs had better step out of their way. Madalena left a trail of dead wherever she went, and she was currently surrounded by more than a handful of people who could make similar statements.

"If anything goes wrong on your end," she said quietly, knowing only those who were close enough would hear it, "bleed for me. I will find you." And if something happened to her… No amount of blood would help. But it was nice to feel protective over the people who were close to her.

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TLDR: Just going from the Main Hall to the main hangar bay.​

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Orbital Shipyards
Engaging: [member="Darth Orthus"]


It had to be the Lord of Truth's luck that just had to run into an uncultured, murderous philistine who was averse to talking. A couple years ago, Kaida had been asked to give a speech during a gathering of Angelii, who had assembled to honour their fallen battle sisters. She had said: "They did their duty. They died. We avenged them. We'll follow their example when it's our turn." Then she had left the podium.


Her first bullet ripped through the air and tore into his arm. Her second crashed into a solid barrier of the Force, the shock rippling up his injured arm. Her first slammed into the ceiling, causing steam to pour out into the corridor. Wasting no time, the Sith Lord tore out panels and machinery from the walls, surrounding himself with a ring of shards. They made a good defensive shield or a volley of improvised missiles he could hurl at her.


Someone more daring and reckless than Kaida could have charged him. But the former Angelii stayed her hand. There was something odd about this...being. The man's aura was twisted. Rotten. Tainted in a manner she had never seen before. There was something of the graveyard about him. Holding her shield in a firm grip in her off-hand, the Eldorai soldier focused. Her own body temperature dropped, her eyes were an icy blue. She drew power from inside herself and the atmosphere around her. The room had grown colder and the steam in the air gave her more moisture to play with. Thus she exerted her will - on the floor beneath the Sith Lord's feet and close behind him. Said ground turned super slippery. Her pistol spat rounds aimed a bit lower towards his legs.

 

[Saraya Arenais]

Location: Scimitar II
Wielding: Beskad
Wearing Red Leathers
Tags: [member=Rylan Kordel] | [member=Allya Vi'Dreya] | [member=B1-667 Aquilus]

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Alora stretched her hands up to touch the ceiling of the scimitar. Leather gloved fingers creaked gently as they grazed the solid material for a brief second. War wasn't new to Alora, there had been many civil wars on Ochota. She had been far to young to join in of course but she knew the emotions that came with it. While most people were sat around feeling nervous and building up their expectations Alora used the energy to focus herself. She had been idly pacing the length of the scimitar for the past twenty minutes. Occasionally she would stop to stretch the tight leather covering her body or to adjust one of the many belts that wrapped around her. The latter part of her ritual was simply to have something to do with her hands. Ebere, her beskad, had already been tended to. The only thing to do now was wait.

The mini Metus spoke and, not for the first time, Alora thought of how much she reminded her of the Devil. They had met once or twice before in Sinner's Well, but only in passing. Alora had never really gotten the chance to get to know the child. When Rylan had first spoke of Allya being his apprentice it had surprised Alora. The rest of the Galaxy seemed to teach their children the ways of the blade far to late. Either way, it was the sound of Allya's voice over the intercom that prompted Alora's return.

On her backtrack up to where Rylan stood Alora caught the eye of her lover. A genuine smile crossed her face as she met his gaze. She could tell he was nervous for her, nervous about her coming down to the surface and joining in the battle. The affection and concern had annoyed her at first, she was a warrior first and foremost. The idea that he thought she would get injured was almost insulting. However, the more the thought lingered in her mind the more she understood the strange emotion. He was being protective and it made her feel loved in a way she had been missing since she'd left home. The signs he made caused a bubbly laugh to escape the confines of her throat. In less than a minute she had forgotten about her pre-battle ritual and slipped herself into Rylan's arms instead.

'You must not make your mind worry. Many fights have been fought by my hand and my heart still beats. On one day in future I will tell tale of my armour and how I am to be earning it. There will be no worry left then.' She pressed a single kiss to his forehead and then sat beside him for the descent. It wouldn't be long now before they were on the planet surface and Ebere could taste blood again.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Orbital Shipyards
Engaging: [member="Kaida Taldir"]

Orthus’s stepped backwards, his feet slipping as he did so on the ice, causing him to lose his footing enough to look undignified though he managed to remain standing. One could say the fight was quickly turning into a slippery slope for the Dark Master.

The orbiting shards and machinery provided a measure of protection, a simplistic shield against close range forays and limited defenses for the projectiles being hurled at his body by the round. The ancient being twisted his hand, the orbiting rings colliding with the high velocity rounds, scattering shrapnel at the Sith purebloods legs. It was much smaller and less destructive than the pellets would have been on their own unimpeded, but still pieces of metal found themselves digging into the flesh and bone of the Sith, causing him to slip further away, a limp attempting to manifest itself upon the ice filling the corridor. Blood smearing on the ice.

“[SIZE=11pt]E͇n̤̤o̗̣͎̩͚̞̲ư̺̩͚̞̯g̨̳͈͖͙̞h̥̜̩͚![/SIZE][SIZE=11pt][/SIZE]” He spat, hoarse and robotic. The Force rippled at his touch, gathering into a focal point like a singularity of energy.

But, rather than direct it at his opponent, he turned the energy downward, aimed for the space between them. The Force roared out as it was suddenly, a rippling shockwave bursting forth, the energy itself chewing through metal, piping, and machinery of the station, molecular bonds severing as the Dark Master turned a great portion of the reservoir of the Force contained within himself outwardly. If successful it would leave a hole roughly two meters wide through the deck, and those of several decks below them creating a hole at an angle leading deeper into the shipyard's superstructure, and produce a small shockwave of residual energy hoping to create an avenue of escape and create some separation.

 

[Zavek Ambrose]

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Location: Munificent Class Star Frigate – The Star Hopper – Hanger
Objective: Board and Damage orbital shipyard.
Loadout: A280 Blaster Rifle, Blaster Rifle cartridges, Cryoban Grenade (2), Thermal Detonator (2), Proton Charge
Attire: Dauntless commando gear, black gunnery gloves, commando helmet
Allies: [member="Luna Terrik"], [member="Damsy Callat"],, [member="Pei Ven"]

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Lightly chewing on the end of a lit cigar, the former Republic soldier, now Dauntless commando, stared out the viewport in the hanger with a distant stare. Zavek's life kept flashing by in his eyes, from his youth on the streets of Coruscant straight through to the day the Sith destroyed it all, the day he lost his eye and arm and was pulled from the rubble by some unknown CIS operative...

Hearing the clanging of metals, his eyes quickly turned to the commander of the Legion, and he listened to her speech, such as it was. He applauded her, Luna Terrik seemed to be a woman of action and someone he'd proudly follow into the field any time despite not knowing her at all, at least outside of actually researching her before joining the CIS officially after they saved his life on that fateful day with the planet burned. Approaching Commander Terrik, he nodded to her respectfully before giving her a salute, "I look forward to working with you Commander Terrik. It'll be good to get back into the action."

 

[Kyrinov]

Wearing: [X]​

Gear: Twisted Fate | Holocom​

Companion: Prime​

Allies: The Confederacy​

Enemies: The Jen'ari Empire | [member="Kao Xusros"] | [member="Scarlett Anderson"]​

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What an interesting and fortunate turn of events.

This day, a feeble Empire would fall.
True, he was once a faithful follower of the Jen'ari, their ideals, and their vision for shaping the Galaxy. True, he had risen in it's ranks and he'd found a trusted friend in his time as well. A friendship that was maintained to this day. He'd seen how they operated and functioned alongside Dianah. He'd fought and slaughter in their name. He'd gained the trust of the Emperor himself. Yet trust was easily broken.

He abandoned the Empire after seeing through its lies and puppet game of ruling others. They stood for all that he despised with the Sith. They showed themselves weak and fragile, their ideals entirely wrong in moral and in philosophy. The Jen'ari became a perversion in his eyes, moreso as he saw through to the true nature of its so called leader. In his eyes, they warped into False Sith, undeserving of even the privilege to claim the title of Sith. He vowed that, soon, they would pay for their crimes. In light of this, the Invasion of Copero was a blessing.

It would be here that Kyrinov helped to deliver their absolution and their destruction.

He arrived on The Fortressa with many of the others that planned to travel to the planet, some which would rather stay aboard the ship. On his back, the dark sword hummed to him. It called out to him already as though it could sense the eagerness of his nature and the unbridled fury and adrenaline burning through his veins. Adron had warned him of this. He would need to keep his guard up at all times when he had Twisted Fate within his possession. If he was not vigilant to some degree, it would attempt to overpower and overwhelm him and that would mean the end of them both. As a precaution, and personal 'ritual', the Knight threw up a decent mental barrier. He allowed the sword to whisper and hum to him, but he would not heed its forked words.

He leaned against the wall, watching the card game, Cards Against The Confederacy, unfold in front of him. Personally, he wasn't inclined to join. He found it a waste of time and potential to bide away time before any battle. So, with minimal interest, the Sith found himself watching as card after card was dealt out. Looked on as black and white piled on top of one another and people laughed and joked about.

He raised an eyebrow as another Squire entered the room, requesting that all present would head to the hanger to go planetside by the request of the Dominus Prime. This particular Squire was quite annoying to him, it squawked and squawked until they all got up to leave and report to the hangar as requested. His own red, metallic Squire named Prime piped up as Kyrinov began walking.

"If you don't mind me saying, this will be quite the mission." This one... Always stating the obvious. In reply, Kyrinov gave a nod of his head and continued walking until he reached the hangar. As he reached the open space, the sword whispered within his mind once more, a request and a warning admonition were uttered within the Epicanthix's mind.

< Heed. >, it commands. < Heed, heed my will. >

< Bleed. >, it says. < Bleed, they will. >

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Orbital Shipyards

Engaging: [member="Darth Orthus"]

Power coursed through the Sith Lord. The Force rippled at his touch, like a singularity of arcane energy. The Force roared, a sound akin to thunder, as the blast of energy slammed into the space that separated them with the force of a massive hammer. Kaida was not the direct target of the blast wave, for there was some distance that separated them. But she was close enough to feel the ripples. Thus when the ground shook she was blown off her feet. She landed hard - and painfully. Blunt trauma took its toll in that regard. Her head had hit itself hard and blood dripped out of a wound in her forehead. The blast had caused the shield to slam into her. As a result, a tooth got loose and fell out. She tasted blood on her lips.


The same shield, however, protected her from the storm of pieces of wall and panels that had, intentionally or not, been loosened by the Sith's wave. The energies unleashed by the Sith Lord were chewing through the deck. A hole could already be seen. Her gun had fallen out of her hand. Rather than waste time retrieving it, the Angelii drew upon her power. With some luck, she could prevent the Sith from retreating. Or put herself in a better position to pursue him.


By now it had grown very cold in the corridor. Her willpower was wrapped around his legs. To be precise, ice rushed up his legs as she sought to freeze them. She did not have the time or the concentration to turn the Sith into an ice statue. So what she sought to do was wrap his legs and feet into an embrace of ice so tight to keep him from leaping away, let alone moving.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

(by extension Reapers)​

Equipment: Operator Class Armor, Talisman, ACS-202 Vanquisher, Light Saber Yari, Shatory Reishūkaku, Mk1 Shadow Rifle​

Location: The Fortressa
Peps: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Kyber"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
Post: 2

Kurenai had not really given much though to those taking seat at the game, not even koda really earned much attention from her, only raising an eye brow as Madalena when she commented on the oil bath for Kyber. "Yeah not doing that in 10000 years, if you want to go rub down a droid on't get me involved". She assumed it was all fun and games but better to be safef then sorry, least get roped into something without your knowing much like a certain Echani that questioned the whole game with which the Knights were playing. Inappropriate, yes but that was the galaxy they lived in, not everything as sunshine and rainbow, though Kurenai did have to wonder what company decided to make this and why Madalena had a copy of this game in the first place.

It quickly became apparent through the first few games of just how obscene some of the words and sentences on these things could be, some rude some childish but quite a lot being very 'intimate' in nature. This was her weakness, these sorts of things were quite embarrassing for Kurenai, time and time again the women's face becoming flustered when certain messages were read out by the participants, a few time herself having to cover her face, mainly when it was her turn to be the dealer. "No amount of training can prepare someone for such a game".

Thankfully their little match had to be put on hold as the familiar feeling of exciting hyperspace moved through her body, soon followed by quite the annoying little droid. Still she was take annoying over embarrassing any day herself not wasting a moment, picking up her weapons and making haste to the hanger bay with the rest of the Knights were their de-facto leader was currently awaiting their arrival. "I hope these Jennies know how to put up a proper fight, seems a little over kill to be honest".