Dominion The Dominion of Taul [SO/GC]

[Darth Nwul]

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Taul, Outer Rim Territories
Orbit Above the Planet
The Belligerent

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Far above the toxic sea of corruptive vapors that made up the atmosphere of the rocky world known as Taul, the Belligerent loomed in the shadow of one of the world's three moons. The SD-9 ‘Khan’ class Star Destroyer had been requisitioned for this, the beginning of the Bespin Campaign. The bridge was a din of activity despite the lack of overwhelming population on the world below, this would not be a traditional conquest and the man sitting in the command chair knew it all too well. Captain Luchre rested his chin against his knuckles and stared at the endless feed of details pouring out on the screen in front of him.

”Where the hell did they get all those ships?” He muttered, considering the readings.

The Taul Reavers, a large band of pirates, established a base of operations on the world some time ago and had been steadily growing ever since. The poisonous atmosphere made it the perfect place to hold up against aggressive action from the Sith who they pilfered the borders of. Up until now, they’d gone unmolested by the Sith save for a few enterprising warlords who had tried, and failed, to capture the world. This time, however, a whole new kind of beast was being brought to bear.

His orders were clear, Taul would become a stepping stone for the Empire to spread its glorious reach towards Bespin. The combined forces of many of the Empire's factions had been brought to this first staging ground and he had been given the opportunity to signal the invasion of the world that had been once thought of as useless.

New intelligence had come out revealing that the planet was rife with rare resources that had not even been properly studied by Imperial Scientists. Valuable materials as well as a full population of Spice spiders ready to be domesticated and harvested for their invaluable glitterstim webs. Transports manned with soldiers, legionaries, and battle droids were already en-route, their passage masked by the shifting of the planet’s active moons. The Captain glanced at the command console, a signal had flared up.

”Seems the Taul Reavers have noticed us,” He chuckled and got to his feet, ”Attention Imperial Fleet,” He growled, his eyes flaring with fanatic edge, ”The Empire has remained complacent long enough, our patience wears thin and our bellies are empty,” He bore his teeth savagely, ”The Hounds of the Empire are hungry for worlds to devour and dominate,” He drew his head back, ”Glory to the Empire, Let the execution of these brigands begin.”

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The Toxic atmosphere of Taul protects it from the weak willed, those fearful of the strangeness beyond its clouds. But the planet's surface hides treasures beyond imagining; a population of Spice Spiders, carnivorous creatures that produce webs of extremely valuable glitterstim. On top of that rare and perhaps unique materials and resources could be found beneath the surface of a planet that could one day be an ultra-secure prison, research outpost, or both.

Sith troops, led by the droid attack forces of the Covenant, have arrived at the world to establish a foothold in the sector.

Objectives:

1. Ground Assault - A band of pirates, the Taul Reavers, have established a base on the world, thinking they are safe on the edge of Sith Space. Assault their headquarters on the planetary surface and show them that even in an atmosphere made of poison, there is no escape from Imperial Law. Their headquarters is hidden within a sizeable plateau on the planet’s surface.
2. Corral the Spiders - The Spice Spiders produce very valuable materials and researchers are eager to breed compliant species to mass produce spice for use in pharmaceuticals and other covert operations. There is a dense nest of the violent creatures just beneath the surface. Bring them to heel.
3. Extinguish the Reavers - The band of pirates known as the Taul Reavers are mounting a defense, confident against the before now slowly expanding Sith Empire, Imperials, demonstrate to the Pirate fleet what we are capable of. There are over twenty ships in their fleet of which two are capital-class vessels. Do not take them lightly.

As with other event threads run by me, there will be shifts and changes in the environment and battlefield conditions. Updates to the battlefield conditions will be posted every few days. Feel free to use this opening set of posts as your preparations for battle, then I will provide further description of the situation in the next round. Enjoy!

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[Varus Vraks]

Darth Trakaton
Dark Lord of the Sith, Grand Master of the Sith Crusaders, Lord of War, Commander of the Eradicators

[THEME]
Objective: 1 or 3 [To be decided]
Tags: Open​

TAUL SYSTEM | DEVASTATOR OF CHABOSH | ARRIVING
Part I

Darth Trakaton stood with his hands clasped behind his back in the very center of the bridge of the Harrower. Blue lights and stars of hyperspace passing by suddenly coming to a halt as the ship, the Devastator of Chabosh, left hyperspace together with its two escorts, two Terminus classes, Lachrimae and Dauntless. Finally those who were 'in charge' lowered themselves again to continue conquest and not grow idle and fat. For now at least. It would spiral back to it, certainly. Power was corrupting and having was more comfortable than using.

The Sith Lord was not alone. Of course not, it was a bridge, there was navy personnel around which was working on their stations, making sure the ship functioned and worked. But no, in his vicinity were others. Crusaders. His Crusaders. Commanders of soldiers, standing stiff and at attention in their armoured uniforms. They were as disciplined as they were zealous, very handy soldiers. Then there were the warriors, those who currently held favour by skill and success, dressed in their robed armours, hidden behind the uniform masks.

Intelligence stated that pirates were ahead, a small fleet and a ground base who stood in their way. It should not be a great deal to crush them and move on as this was the beginning of a campaign. Hopefully one which could been seen through by its planners. On the other hand, Trakaton did not care. He would continue. Alone, with his warriors or with others who had more guts and brains than cunning and acumen. Feth, how he hated those playing administrators and politicians. They were as much Sith as the Jedi were Jedi who were passionate warriors. Pathetic hypocrisy.

The trio of ships was gliding through the void, their spear-shaped hulls ready for violence. On all of them battle stations were assumed, shields readied and weapons charged. Whatever they were going for, they were ready to execute the orders issued to them. Inside their bowels, in the hangars, the fighter screens were readied and also landing ships prepared for the ground forces to disembark or board. Everything was ready. Everyone waited for the Dark Lords orders.

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Taul, Outer Rim Territories
Location: Lucrehulk-class Battleship "Golden Feather", in orbit above Taul
Objective: 1 - Ground Assault

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Part of the invasion fleet transporting the droid armies arrived just behind Darth Nwul and Trakaton's flagships, emerging from hyperspace. Five Lucrehulk-class Battleships emerged, led by the Lucrehulk "Golden Feather" presently serving as Darth Xyrah's flagship for this operation. Saryn was sat comfortably upon the command throne on the bridge, looking over tactical reports handed to him by his Super Tactical Droid adjutant. Saryn soon initiated holocommunications with Darth Nwul and Darth Trakaton.

"My dear Nwul. Darth Trakaton. My fleet has arrived on schedule, and we are preparing to disembark for the invasion as soon as a corridor has been opened up through the pirate blockade. We await your command to proceed. I've been looking forward to this.", he said with a smile.

Darth Nwul
Varus Vraks

 

[Diodoros]

Location: Taul, Caves
Objective 2: 'Eight Legged Freaks'
Tag: N/A

Diodoros could feel a sensitive stinging across most of his body. The caustic air burning his golden features some. Not that he really minded, shedding it like a snake afterwards wouldn’t hurt. However, he still had some protection, namely a breath mask and goggles to keep himself from feeling like he was being gassed constantly. Afterall it would be difficult to fight while tearing up and being stuck in a coughing fit.

The golden warrior was tasked with clearing out some of the vicious energy spiders that dwelled within the caves beneath the surface. Off on his own to cover one of the minor tunnels that flanked the path to the primary nest. Or maybe he was just sent off to distract some of the spiders as live bait? Not that Diodoros was really all that concerned, just meant he had more for himself.

One piece of information he did retain was that ionic and electric weapons were some of the most potent against the vile arachnids. So he armed himself appropriately. Diodoros trudged through the caves confidently. His goggles provide him with some decent infrared night vision. Eventually he came to an abrupt stop in his spelunking. Feeling some resistance against his wandering feet. Looking down Didodoros noticed some thick webbing that lined the cave floor. This must be the ‘special webs’ that his superiors were looking to covet. He kept his focus downwards and he stepped a bit deeper into the cave, not really paying good attention to where he was going.

Suddenly there was a rough collision, Diodoros had walked straight into a stalactite. Rattling his head some as he fell back onto the rocky cave floor with a groan. “Ouch…” He muttered to himself while leaning back up, the greenish image of the cave provided by his goggles spun some as he tried to regain his senses. Then a shiver shot down his spine as he heard some movement behind him. Snapping his head back to see what it was, only to see the motionless cavescape around him. Grabbing his weapons he scurried back up to his feet. Sensing that he wasn’t alone anymore. Holding his CA-87 Shock Blaster tightly as he backed up some to one of the cave’s walls. Narrowing his eyes to try and overcome the blur still present in his vision.

Crawling stealthily behind him one of the deadly energy spiders approached the golden brute. As he unknowingly backed up towards the arachnid it raised it’s sharp, talon-like legs ready to strike… ​

 

[Darth Kentarch]

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OBJECTIVE 1: On board the DEVASTATOR OF CHABOSH

In the vast expanse of space, a colossal Star Destroyer loomed, its unmistakable triangular silhouette casting a menacing shadow over the planet below. On its bridge, surrounded by officers, technicians, and droids of the Sith Crusade. However, a special guest stood among them today, Darth Kentarch, clad in his obsidian cloak gazed at the large holographic display at the center of the room. The display showed a live feed of the planet's surface – a crucial strategic location for the Sith Empire. Pirate forces had established a stronghold, threatening Sith control over the region. The vast holographic display showcased the formidable pirate fortress on the planet Taul. The acidic swamps and treacherous terrain surrounding the fortress emitted a soft glow in the display, serving as a reminder of the challenges the Sith forces would face.

These weren't just ordinary pirates, Taul Reavers, in the past months, they had begun raiding Sith supply lines, acquiring rare artifacts, and even daring to ambush Sith ships. Their audacity was matched only by their success. As the pirates grew in number, their presence became a direct threat to the Sith Empire's control of the Hydian way. Darth Kentarch wondered and pondered on the stagnation of the Sith Empire that Darth Nwul spoke of.

"May I advise caution." Darth Kentarch spoke to Varus Vraks , his tone ominous.

In the vast tapestry of the Sith Empire, two figures stood out, not just for their power and influence, but also for the stark contrast they presented in their philosophies and appearances. Darth Kentarch and Darth Trakaton, while united in their allegiance to the Sith, were almost antithetical in every other respect. Darth Kentarch was the embodiment of shadows. His presence was often felt before it was seen. Cloaked in dark robes that blended seamlessly with the night, he moved with silent grace. In stark contrast stood Darth Trakaton, a veritable juggernaut. Clad in heavy armor head to toe. Every inch of his frame exuded dominance, not just in the physical, The Sith Lord's will and resolve were as strong as his armor and as imposing as his frame.

"The planet's terrain will slow a direct assault. Likewise, the pirates have had time to build up their defenses." Kentarch said to Trakaton calmly.

 

[Shasill Kaarte]

Shasill folded his arms over his chest, staring out of his shuttle's viewport at the planet below. Its atmosphere looked sick, with green haze covering the entire world.

The apprentice clutched his gas mask in his hand. It would be essential for his survival. As would his goggles, which were already strapped firmly to his face. He was also covered from head to toe, with not one bit of skin exposed. He didn't know what the toxic gases of the atmosphere could do to his skin, and he didn't want to find out.

"Sir, we are in position. Just waiting for a hole to be punched through the enemy fleet," the pilot reported.

"Very good. Open a line to Darth Nwul and inform him of our readiness," Shasill ordered.

The battle was coming up, possibly only minutes away, and the boy's heart was racing as it always did before a big fight. He was filled with resolve, determined to impress both his master, and the other Sith that would be joining the assault on the pirates.

It would be difficult to attack the pirate base by himself, acting alone. So it was good that there were a dozen Sith troopers sitting behind him, ready to die at his command. It was likely that they would not be used to any great strategic effect by Shasill (only a fifteen year old), but would rather act as cannon fodder to distract the enemy. But really, that was what the soldiers were hired and prepared to do. Die at the orders of their overlords.

Shasill chuckled to himself. It felt good having this much control and independence.

Darth Nwul

 

[Darth Iraath]

Darth Iraath | Dacien Tyrkas



[| Dark Lord of the Sith /|\ Dread Lord /|\ Overlord of the Krazahn | ]


Taul System | GRID SQUARE J-18, OUTER RIM | EN-ROUTE FROM FORTRESS TYKRAS

EQUIPMENT: Lightsaber, Robes, Vibrodagger, Bacta Shots
TAGS: Varus Vraks
OBJECTIVE: 1(Ground Assault)




Darth Iraath floats with his body bobbling up and down in his bacta tank on his DT-11 Freighter, hoping to heal his wounds before marching into battle. The shades of blue streaks in hyperspace filling the main compartment of his freighter, and shades of white lit the room as the freighter jumped out of hyperspace into the Taul System, Iraath opens his bacta tank prison and prepares himself for war, his partial cybernetic torso, leg and forearm reflecting from the brightness of the planet. He was told by Varus Vraks to join him on his personal starship, The Devastator of Chabosh, a Old Republic Harrower Class Dreadnaught. Dacien recieved landing vectors to land in hangar bay 2-A where a officer will escort him to the bridge.


As he landed his presence was immediately noticed by the young officer, who seemed slightly afraid, most likely due to his war torn appearance and imposing armor, "I'm here per request of Darth Trakaton", the officer replies "Yes, of course my lord... this way please". Iraath and the officer makes their way to a turbolift where they exchanged in an awkward silence, as the turbolift halts and the door opens, exposing the vast bridge, and a shadowy armored figure, standing front on and centered. Iraath walks imposingly to Trakaton's side, with crew members examining the war torn Krazahn from head to toe.

 

[Osisa]

Location: Taul Caves
Objective ||
Nearby: Diodoros

Drifting through the cave, Osisa was heedless of the harsh atmosphere and physical perils presented by Taul's environment. Born of the Force, Jensaa were an ethereal collection of souls stitched together from the restless sprits of Thule; as such, they existed as vaguely humanoid-shaped clouds of mist. They had no lungs to burn, no skin to pierce, no feet to entangle themselves in the Spice Spider's webs.

Darth Nwul , The Creator and Father, had tasked her with aiding the ground forces to bring the creatures to heel. Osisa understood their value, though not why one would indulge in illicit substances.

Which made her think – had one of the souls that made up her very being ever tried spice? The memories of her various lives were still fuzzy, coming to her with gradual clarity the weeks passed by. Certainly, she couldn't try it now, as Jensaa lacked the appropriate organs and a functional nervous system.

That strangely depressing thought was swept away as the wispy spirit happened upon one of the beasts she was here to detain- how fortuitous! Better yet, the spider had its back to her, poised to spear its pointed legs into some poor distraction. With a raise of her bandaged hand-like appendage, Osisa willed cold crystals to creep along the creature's body, thoroughly encasing the spider in a sheet of ice before it could strike. Hissing angrily from inside the freezing block, the spider attempted to struggle.

A giddy feeling bubbled up into approximately where her chest would be. That was one! Osisa floated closer to the Spice Spider, her long robe dragging against the ground and concealing her lack of feet as she gave a giddy twirl. Oh, Father was going to be so pleased wi-!

Oh. There was a man. The beast was about to devour a man, not some cave animal. Abruptly halting her personal celebration, Osisa fled behind the bend of the cave, thoroughly embarrassed.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"Well aren't you a fascinating addition." Alina spoke calmly from around that bend of the cave, her eyes focused on the apparition that had decided to retreat. She just looked them over before smiling a fanged smile and stepped right on past. Focused instead on the creature that had been frozen. Not completely, nor was it dead, but if memory served.. Alina raised a hand as a crackle of orange rippled through the air. She drained it outright, ripping it's life through the tether she'd made before letting out quite the disappointed sigh.

"It doesn't work."

Another deep, needless breath. The air here couldn't hurt her. But she had had hopes for some effect. They were spice spiders, after all. And these years of being incapable of utilizing any kind of narcotic, she was at least curious if this might've had an effect. It didn't, which was a shame. Her gaze shifted to the man that had been saved by the earlier spirit.

"So, what are you doing here? You don't strike me as Sith. Looking to make some spice?"

Diodoros | Osisa

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Objective 1: Ground Assault

"Let death free you from your misdeeds," Malum spoke coldly down at the pirate, the last of his kind by the hangar which the Guard had now, taken for itself. If one did not count the countless bodies that littered the area, surrounding the remaining lucky individual. Lucky of course was relative, the corpses were felled by either blasterbolts or lightsabers, so painful wounds regardless.

Still, Malum thought it an honour that this pirate would find himself felled by a Marr.

It was clearly more than he deserved.

But Malum was always magnanimous in his victory.

The whimpering finally grew tiring for his ears, the sharp groan and the silence then after, were much more bearable.

The smell of burning flesh, as his plasma blade began to cook, and then burn the flesh around the wound, was far less tolerable.

With a hiss, his golden lightsaber deactivated and found itself back at his side, as the sound of a corpse falling upon the concrete floor echoed across the area. He turned, his cloak billowing in its wake, as he gazed out to the masked men that made up the Guard.

Their assault had been as surprising as it was ferocious. Fighting piratical foes, they held far greater flexibility in movement than if this was some fortress world, decked out in fortifications, and brimming with soldiers, eager and willing to lay down their lives to defend what was theirs.

So it was, that a fleet specialised in its ability to avoid contact by being unable to be seen had made itself the vanguard of this little operation, headed by the Golden Covenant, but seemingly filled with elements of every little order that had made itself home within the greater Sith Order. Even when actively committing treason, it seemed the Sith were more than willing to accept help from any quarter, especially fellow kin.

Oh, the idealism sang to him.

There was no time to consider that though, for as the fleet above, bypassed that of the enemy, its Arbiters and Shikkars, disgorged their contents. Men in armour, men decked out for the song of war, the Guard, made their presence felt.

The pirates had no opportunity to respond, as droppods, and transports struck the very heart of the airfield. Within minutes, their commander was dead. Within the next, their desire to fight broken, fleeing into the wilderness. To be hunted down like the vermin they were.

"Venerandus," He spoke softly, to his aide-de-camp, hovering nearby ready for instructions.

"Yes, Imperator?" That at least broke his cold visage, for a moment, offering a withering look, as Venerandus feigned ably a look of innocence.

"Signal to Darth Nwul , to any forces which will make landings, they are welcome to use my gains to land their men. We will soon move from here to our next target." Malum ordered, as he looked around, for every corpse that littered the grounds, was a member of the Guard, standing unnaturally still, their masks hiding their feelings, their emotions, yet for every one of them, there was another skittering about for their next assignment, looking for medical treatment, giving their weapons last second maintenance.

"We will strike their main camp, and when the night is done TAUL WILL BE OURS!" He raised his fist into the air, and the cheers of his men were all the sustenance he needed.

 

[Muss Noren]

Objective 1

Orbit Above Taul -
Muss didn't need to be a force user to feel the tension in the air. Aboard the bridge of a requisitioned corvette, the command staff were nervous. A handful of frigates and corvettes followed by a dozen transport ships throttling towards Taul. The Foreign Legion had barely not made it off Thule, but after getting their hands on anything that might make it out of the planet's atmosphere and get them across to Taul in one piece was requisitioned by the Legion. The armada of rust, Muss had overheard a Naval officer say. He didn't care. As long as his men could get their feet on the planet in one piece, his soldiers could do the rest.

"Are you sure you want to continue with your plan General?" the commodore beside him asked. His gaze never left the holographic radar display showing the Belligerent up ahead. "Sir, the Belligerent is slowing down and the Reavers fleet have been discovered. I propose we…"

"Just follow the plan Commodore" Muss interrupted. His booming voice filled the small command room. The commodore just nodded and indicated to his officers to increase speed. The small armada of rust and iron blazed through the system, blasting away from the rest of the Order's fleet moving towards Taul. The old corvette shuddered under the increased speed.

"Look General," his Colonel said pointing to the holo-display of the planet below. "We've got some troops on the planet already. A few small craft have been able to get through the Reaver's fleet,"

Muss kept his disappointment hidden from his officers. He had hoped the Legion would land first onto Taul to lead the Ground Assault. He had spent enough of his career being second fiddle to Sith Lords and his troops being used as glorified guards and laborers.

"Then we go ahead with the original plan. If we wait for the Order's fleet to clear a path, we might get there just in time for the victory celebrations," The general answered. "Colonel, tell the troops to prepare for launch," Muss turned his attention back to his Commodore. "Are we ready?" The commodore shook his head. There was a pause. Out of the bridge window, the planet of Taul grew larger and larger. The corvette shuddered as a blast hit its shields.

"This could be a really bad idea sir," the Colonel muttered as his knuckles turned white holding onto the table in front of them. The bidged rattled as they began to enter the atmosphere. Alarms erupted as the missile penetrated the shield.

"We're ready General," The commodore yelled over the chaos. "Then what are you waiting for? Go!" Muss boomed over the noise. Almost immediately, pods from every ship were blasted out from the armada. Hundreds upon hundreds of pods rocketed toward the planet in a near-constant stream. The Forty thousand troops in the Imperial Foreign Legion were being sent in pods of 10 to 20 troops, at spend onto the planet. In response, the Reavers responded as air defence erupted. The general remained emotionless as pods exploded on the way down. It didn't matter though. He could see for every one pod destroyed, another 10, no 15 pods would make it through their defenses. The sky filled with the small launch vehicles blazing through the atmosphere.

With a small smile on his face, Muss Noren made his way out into the corridor towards the pod waiting to take him down onto the toxic planet below.


TLDR - The Foreign Legion are landing on speed via escape pods onto the planet.

 

[Diodoros]

Location: Taul, Caves
Objective 2: 'Eight Legged Freaks'
Tag: Osisa | Alina Tremiru

Finally Diodoros snapped his body around. Seeing the spider that was about to attack him suddenly collected a lot of frost over its body. He raised a brow at the sight of it. Wondering why the spider suddenly froze, it didn’t seem to do it on its own as it hissed and struggled.

Then he noticed for just a moment, further into the cave some movement that hid behind a bend. Diodoros held up his shock blaster, ready to blast whatever it was until he could see a feminine figure emerge from the darkness. Who seemed to quickly consume the essence of the spider before addressing him.

His shiny skin took on a more reddish coloration as it slowly burned in the acidic air as though he was getting a bad sunburn. Eyeing who he figured was a Sith through his goggles Diodoros straightened himself up some. “My friends call me Dio, I’m here to deal with one of the minor nests. Not really here for spice.” He wondered if she was a Sith and that she was a superior of his. Also if there was another with her as well further inside of the cave.

Part of him was a little annoyed that he may need to share some of the credit with others down here. Wanting to take on the minor spider nest on his own. Even though there was a good chance he would die if allowed to go by himself. “Well, I suppose you can stick with me if you want, I’ll make sure to keep you safe.” He said with a confident smirk under his breath mask as he began to walk further into the cave. Diodoros wasn’t really paying attention to where he was stepping though as he looked over his shoulder at the Sithy woman. “I’m sure it’ll be done in no time, so don’t worr-” He suddenly found himself walking into a thick patch of webbing in the cave. “Ugh! Gross!” The golden man exclaimed as he tore himself away from the strong webs. Trying to rub it off of him. Accidently rubbing the glitterstim across his burnt skin. The spice began to seep into his body. ​

 

[SF-3335]

Location: Atmosphere - Taul
Objective: 1. Ground Assault
Call Sign: Tempest Four
Unit Support: 1 Kainate Outrider Squadron
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
Tags: Darth Xyrah Darth Iraath Varus Vraks Muss Noren Darth Malum of House Marr

SF-3335 was a rider, not a starpilot. Accordingly, given the all-too perilous nature of their mission, a certain sense of helplessness came over her as the Muur-class transport she was aboard raced through the pirates’ blockade with incomprehensible speed. While the blockade run was covered by ECM clouds and salvos of missiles that were intended to occupy or disrupt the pirates’ point defense networks, along with a measure of security in sheer numbers as hundreds of pods from Golden Covenant’s Foreign Legion ran the blockade as well, the danger of their plan could not be understated. It was only made worse by the fact that SF-3335 was merely a passenger, rather than an active participant in the endeavor. If they failed during this stage, she wouldn’t know it. In all likelihood, her death would be instantaneous as her body was disintegrated in a blaze of unholy fire and her ashes scattered to the solar winds.

Perhaps then, she should have been at peace.

<<All riders, prepare for atmospheric translation and disembarkment.>>

The deep voice of her commanding officer, Lieutenant FX-0012, speaking over comms came as a sudden relief, indicating that they had succeeded in making it past the pirates’ fleet. On cue, SF-3335 straddled atop the pillion of her speeder bike—the Crimson Velocity—and tied her hair up with a headband before placing her helmet over her head. With a mental command, her familiar HUD appeared in her visor, accompanied by a stream of information fed directly into her mind as the Crimson Velocity’s antimatter power unit warmed itself up.

<<Tempest squadron, confirm status.>> Her commanding officer said.

<<Tempest Four, ready!>> SF-3335 piped up as her speeder bike’s engines rumbled to life.

<<Tempest Five, here sir.>>Her wingman answered.

On cue, the other riders in the squadron sounded off in quick succession. All the while, SF-3335 felt the transport lurch and shake as it hit Taul’s toxic atmosphere. Nevertheless, the strand-cast felt her blood rise as the transport careened through the atmospheric layers, evaporating what was left of her initial anxiety and replacing it with exhilaration and sanguinity.

<<When we hit the ground, form up into your lances and secure the landing zone. Then, we go after our objectives.>> Tempest One said after all of the riders had reported in.

<<We touch dirt in 20. Let His will Eclipse the Stars!>>

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: Crimson Velocity

• FAE/S-05 ECM Array: Inactive
• FAE/S-02 Semi-Active Stealth System: Inactive
• FAE/S-03 “Phase Masque” Distortion Matrix: Inactive

Loadout:

• Primary Gun Hardpoint (4)
  
  • MCDC-01 Man-portable Class-D Disruptor Cannon
  • FAE/W-09 "Yammka" Medium Machine Gun
    
    • 10.36x77mm Explosive
  • FAE/W-09 "Yammka" Medium Machine Gun
    
    • 10.36x77mm Explosive
  • MCDC-01 Man-portable Class-D Disruptor Cannon
• Universal Chemical Projectile Launcher (2)
  
  • Pink Vapor
  • Nagnol Gas
• Cargo
  
  • SV-5 “Phanes” Survival Kit
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-03 Repulsor Craft Riding Suit
    
    • Utility
      
      • Neahtid Earpiece
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Raphael Gallustrade]

OBJECTIVE 1
Reluctance. That was who he was.

Adeline had broken down the man that he'd once been, compassionate and fearful, and had begun the process of forging him into what she wanted. A blade, a combatant, a warrior, an apprentice. It was confusing and hazy, some days, but he was starting to get the rhythm. Fighting for what he believed should be his. Adeline would teach, he would listen, so long as the arrangement suited them both. Though he was her thrall as much as her apprentice, following her, when she wanted, learning when she wanted otherwise doing things that were needed.

This was one such task. Whether to prove that she was right to place her trust and faith in this Lord Nwul, as well as to show him how sith did battle. She'd already forced him to experience her memories of how the jedi did so. She'd mocked the title of peacekeepers that the jedi held, as she had shown. It was harder to see them as keepers of the peace with what she'd burned into his mind, but, at the same time... she wasn't much better. It got harder and harder to keep himself from hating her, yet at the same time, he still served her dutifully... He'd been sent here, by her, and partially on her behalf, to help not only deal with whatever the plan was, while at the same time observing this Golden Covenant sub-group.

That was why he was sitting in this camp alongside so many sith... so many other sith. He was beginning to accept what had happened, what was going on with him. She was slowly changing him and he was doing everything that he could to resist the change, while at the same time taking in her teachings. It bothered him so much, but he was still listening. Survival. It was all about survival.

He listened, slowly clipping the gas mask on with an annoyed sigh, as he listened to this sith...noble...guy, what was his name... Malcolm? Something like that. The man whipped the troopers around into a frenzy, but not Raph. Whip them up, for all he cared. Raphael was only here to do a job at his m-- at his master's command. He left his lightsaber inside of his jacket pocket, where he'd left it, and pulled out his blaster pistol, Absolution. This was a job that he was used to regardless. He would kill pirates as he had across the Outer Rim. He would kill as many as he could.

 

[Darth Nwul]

Objective 1 - Ground Assault

The Surface of Taul, Reavers Stronghold

The sizeable steppe plateau was reminiscent of a certain Echani enclave from a time long past. Enormous and flat with an almost circular shape. Around it, a vast valley stretched out in all directions, offering the defenders easy perspective on ther surroundings and the ability to defend themselves. Yet the consequence was that their fortress had very little in the way of routes out.

Tunnels out through the subterranean passages were hard to maintain, the vicious creatures that made Taul home were loathe to permit sentient beings from passing beneath the surface. That said, the Taul Reavers never thought it would come to having to flee nor did they believe that would be the choice they had to make now. With the everpresent toxic atmosphere poisoning anyone who dared so much as breathe without protection and the heavy defenses, the Reavers Stronghold was just that, a stronghold.

Rather than stationing soldiers around the solitary gate at the base of the fortress, a full ring of laser cannon emplacements were set up around the outside prepare to dissuade would-be attackers. A few contingents of mobile weapons platforms and tanks that had been stolen and repurposed were spread out at key points, a toxic river creating the most crucial boundary between the Reavers and any foes who approached.

All this preparation, unfortunately, did not take into account what was coming. No, Graven Pitt, the Captain-in-Charge of the forces on the surface of Taul knew better than to count on what they'd prepared. He peered up at the sky and his lips thinned in worry, "Here they come, boys," He grunted before putting on a confident face and raising his weapon in the air, "Time to show those creepy priks this is our land! Taul will be the first world of a Reaver dominion!" He bellowed.

The roar in response was heartening, but he couldn't help but think something didn't feel right. This wasn't the usual tactic of the Sith of the past decade. They rarely tried to move this way on the galactic map. Everything was moving too fast.

He turned his head towards the readouts again- "Wait... is that a... Lucrehulk?"

His heart bottomed out, the cheers of reavers riling themselves up into a frenzy for battle overshadowing his muted fright, "We are so screwed."

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In the darkness of space a shadow drifted through the nothingness within the shadow of the moons of Taul. Nearly invisible save for its eerie shape. Within the dark mass, deep down beyond dangers and horrors, living and otherwise, within his meditation chambers the Steward of the Dark Side, a self styled pontiff, the Dark Lord of Passion who had faced down Darth Carnifex. The Prophet of the Golden Covenant, Darth Nwul, opened his eyes and smiled when he heard the words of Captain Luchre.

His golden eyes flicked towards the command array floating near him in the meditation room. His smile widening when he heard Darth Xyrah's voice. He noted the signal indicating that his apprentice, Shasill, was also ready. The boy thrived in his independence. Good. Finally he sensed the presence of Malum...

He'd come to play too.

He closed his eyes and drew on the force.

" Darth Xyrah , Varus Vraks , you have my blessing. My dear Xyrah, join General Muss Noren on the surface and annihilate them. Trakaton, feast on their fleet. If you can board their capital ship, I'd like to meet their leader..."

Nwul paused and set a direct transmission; "General. I'm looking forward to seeing what you've accomplished, make me proud."

The air around Nwul began to ripple his mind roaring out of him as an almost visible wave. He shuddered and let his head hang back, his passion touching the forces of the Sith. Patriotism, Zealotry, The Fires of Glory, they roared like a dragon within the spirits of all he touched, the Lord of Passion's will stretching across the area.

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Conditions have Changed!

• The Taul Reavers are ready for you! Proceed with the ground assault under heavy fire. Their defenses are not designed to handle incoming craft, but they will attempt to escape a bombardment. Assault their great stronghold directly.
• Living agents of the Sith have been blessed with Nwul's ferocity and fervor, your patriotism burns in your heart. For the Empire!

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Objective 2 - Corral the Spiders

The primary nest was drenched in shadow and the sticky-sweet scent of Glitterstim. The only saving grace was that because of the toxic atmosphere, there was no choice but to wear protective gear. A group of Jensaa had joined the assault on the nest, all of them gathering around their 'eldest sister' Osisa.

Several soldiers did not fare as well as the Jensaa did who split off and began to attempt to contain the various creatures. One man was injured rather quickly while the others hurried to regain their footing as more and more spiders surfaced in the caves. The cry of rage that spread throughout the monster's den was a warning, they were awake now.

That was when the shriek of something bigger ripped through the chest of every humanoid there.

One of the mist-born Jensaa whipped his head towards Osisa. "Sister! The Mother Wakes!"

As he cried out his concern through their telepathic bond another presence in the mental network of the Jensaa reached out. The volcanic passion of their creator-father. The Lord of Passion's encouragement reached out through space and to the children below.

Fear turned to excitement and courage, weapons were drawn as dozens of spiders poured out of the chambers beyond.

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Conditions have Changed!

• The spiders are awake! They have begun to swarm the chamber. A roar has indicated that there is a matriarch somewhere...
• The presence of Nwul in the system has provided you with fervor, fanatcism, passion, and patriotism to fuel your strength. Use it well.

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Objective 3 - Extinguish the Reavers

Commodore Whyll gripped the rail overlooking the command line. The repurposed Imperial Venator Star Destroyer had become his flagship as a pirate ever since he'd discovered it floating in a debris field. Now it was managed by numerous droid systems to make up for the lack of a city-sized population.

Whyll whipped his head towards the console. He knew they were there, but he couldn't see them. Were they hiding in a shadow of one of the moons? But which one? One of the scouts had indicated that the Sith were rallying a number of ships but these idiots were still terrible at giving proper reports.

So much for a growing nation-state like armada. Still, he was so close. He had the firepower, the soldiers, he just needed to take a world. He could rule from Taul and become a hegemon in his own right. His ambitions would bend to no one, certainly not the placid Sith who had barely sniffed at him for over twenty years.

"Our numbers?" He grunted.

"Including the Magnificence and Jenny's Fist, Commodore, we have twelve cruisers, ten light cruisers, and our carrier squadron. Equal to any fleet that the Empire has ever sent out on a routine expedition," Mip, the Duros strategist grunted, his eyes not moving from the screen. "...that said..."

"Aye, this doesn't seem routine to me," Whyll growled. "Tell the fleet to go full power, we know they're there and they definitely know we know, the'll be hitting us soon..."

In space, over the planet, as the moons continued their orbit. The fleet of a hodgepodge of repurposed combat vessels made its appearance around the side of Taul, shields up, and ready to engage.

---​

The Sith Fleet was prepared, Nwul's presence rippling out across the stars as he opened a signal to all channels from his meditation chamber.

"Imperial Pride, Sith Might, the Dark Side is with you, my brothers and sisters of the Empire. Today, the Empire begins a new era of glory. Consume this world and know that I am with all of you."

The fires of passion and fanaticism erupted across the fleet, pilots eyes becoming more focused, their minds touching one another from afar, their chests puffing out, their heads rising.

"GLORY TO THE EMPIRE!" Nwul bellowed.

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Conditions have Changed!

• The Magnificence, a Galactice Empire Era ISD and Jenny's Fist, a Clone War Era Capital Ship have moved into position with the remaining fleet.
• Nwul's presence spreads throughout the feet, fanning the flames of patriotism and fanaticism. His will offers increased coordination for the fleet. Use it well.

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Raphael Gallustrade SF-3335 Diodoros Darth Malum of House Marr Alina Tremiru Osisa Darth Iraath Darth Kentarch Shasill Kaarte [/hr]

 

[Astrid pentoghast]

Tag: Diodoros Osisa Alina Tremiru
Objective 2
Astrid had made her way to the planet earlier than most did she wanted to bring Lucy but the planet wouldn't allow it and trying to keep a filtration device on the best would be an effort of futility for even her. Who the creature trusted extremely well as she walked out she wore armor with a filtration mask on as she walked towards the glitterstim caves not wanting the toxic fumes of the planet or the glitterstim of the caves to affect her and potentially get her high. As she walked into the caves she heard the cry of a larger spider or matriarch she quickly took to the front lines bending the wills of a large group of spiders which proceeded to fight for her as she unleashed force lightning not to kill but to cause unconsciousness amongst the spiders as she began to slowly make her way towards the matriarch of these spiders.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Alina shuddered. Not because of the spiders, but rather because of the influx of emotions that weren't her own. A battle meditation, of sorts? She glanced to the golden skinned human and his.. Actions, with a bemused smile. Perhaps he might be able to make use of Lord Nwul's advances. She wouldn't less she started to devour her fellow Sith by accident. All this energy, these emotions. They were like a buffet for her to utterly consume.

"Oh, thank you Sir Dio. I've been so worried about what I can do against these hardened spiders."

And, well. She smiled sweetly. Why not take advantage of the man's kindness at this point? It might be nice to have someone weaker than her try to protect her. At least the emotions he might subject himself to would make him a better meal if he turned out to be a threat.

"I'll follow you, help where I can. The spiders seem to be really angry."

Diodoros | Osisa | Astrid pentoghast

 

[Osisa]

Osisa observed the pale woman and golden man interact from her vantage point for a few moments, but her attention was drawn to the violent shriek deeper within the network of caves.

"Sister! The Mother Wakes!"

Nwul's presence, connected seamlessly to the Jensaa beneath Taul's crust, flooded their collective bond with invigoration.

<"She will be subdued. Take care to minimize casualties among our organic warriors, but do not chase after them if they wish to rush in recklessly.">

Osisa's voice warned the gathered Jensaa telepathically, quiet and firm. It was much easier to speak among her own kind, bonded as they were.

Gathering her courage, the specter drifted carefully towards Alina Tremiru and Diodoros .

<"The matriarch awakens.”>

Plastoid lips remained unmoving as she spoke to the pair, projecting her voice into their minds. She paused, observing the male's skin appearing to have reddened.

<"Are you injured? I'm afraid that we cannot call for a medical evacuation now.">

Darth Nwul Astrid pentoghast

 

[Darth Kentarch]

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OBJECTIVE 1: Leaving the DEVASTATOR OF CHABOSH for Taul.


The situation was developing rapidly.
"I'm going Planetside." Darth Kentarch stated. The the Sith Lord quickly made his way to the hangar.

The cold void of space was momentarily illuminated by the fiery thrusts of a sleek shuttle departing from the Star Destroyer. On board was Darth Kentarch, his dark silhouette barely visible through the tinted windows of the craft. He was headed planetside to Vaul, intending to carry out a strategic operation against the entrenched pirates.

As the shuttle descended through the atmosphere, Kentarch meditated, focusing his mind on the task ahead. The planet's horizon, a mix of acidic greens and deep blues, grew closer with every passing second. But unbeknownst to Kentarch, danger lurked high above.

Suddenly, out of the cloudy skies, a squadron of pirate fighters emerged. They zoomed towards Kentarch's shuttle, their intentions clear. Alarms blared inside the shuttle as the pilot shouted, "We have incoming! Pirate fighters on our tail!"

Kentarch's eyes snapped open. He could feel the dark side of the Force surging within him, ready for battle. "Evade them!" he commanded.

A direct hit rocked the shuttle, sending it spiraling out of control. Smoke billowed from one of its engines, and the once-smooth descent became a frantic plummet.

Kentarch braced himself, reaching out with the Force to try and stabilize the craft. The shuttle crash-landed into the swampy terrain with a deafening thud, throwing up mud and acidic water.

Inside the wreckage, the cockpit was a mess of shattered displays and sparking wires. The pilot lay unconscious, injured from the impact. Kentarch, using the Force to shield himself, emerged relatively unscathed. He quickly checked on the pilot, who was far less fortunate, his broken body strewn through the window of the cockpit. No signs of life. Kentarch was stranded in the hostile terrain of Vaul. The acidic swamps stretched endlessly, with the distant sounds of alien creatures echoing through the air. But Kentarch was not one to be easily deterred. With determination in his eyes, he began his trek through the swamps, using the Force to guide his way.

 

[Diodoros]

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Location: Taul, Caves
Objective 2: 'Eight Legged Freaks'
Tag: Osisa | Alina Tremiru | Astrid pentoghast (Proximity)​

Shortly after colliding with a bunch of webbing he felt an odd sensation come over him. A strange sense of collective fervor… Nah he might just be getting some sort of contact high from the spiced webs. Still though he felt a surge of new found desire to complete his mission here. Could be that the glitterstim entering his system was making him more receptive to the mental presence of Lord Nwul.

Hearing the pale woman’s words and nodding. “Worry not, I’ve dealt with arachnids like this before. Both within the wild and in arenas.” Diodoros explained before hearing the echoes of the spiders screeching. “Hmm, sounds like they’re angry, I wonder why?” It couldn’t at all be from the fact that their home was being invaded by a bunch of outsiders.

Then he noticed that a second individual merely drifted towards them. Speaking to his mind. She didn’t seem hostile but a powerful shiver traveled through his entire body from her presence. Out of all the spookiness within these caves. This ghostly woman seemed to worry him the most. When she addressed him he gulped a bit before speaking. “Oh uh, I’m good, stings a little but I’ll be good as new once we’re done here, so no need for a medical evacuation for me.” He replied, his body’s naturally fast regenerative properties kept the chemical burns across his body at a purely superficial level of damage.

There were lots of skittering noises further into the cave. Although he didn’t want to turn away from the Jensaa, they didn’t seem like a threat. From deeping in the cave a large number of energy spiders began to rush the group violent cavers. Quickly crawling against the tunnel’s floors, walls and ceiling. An amused smirk formed under his breath mask. This was more what he was after down here, a real fight. “Finally…” He muttered to himself.

One of the many energy spiders shot out a string of webbing towards Diodoros. He intercepted it with his broad arm. Quickly wrapping it around more and getting a good grip before he gave it a powerful tug. Yanking the spider towards him before it’s face harshly collided with his fist. Cracking the hard carapace around its head and sending it flying back from the force of his punch. But that was only one out of many, not that he minded their overwhelming numbers… ​