Invasion The Empire Strikes Back - TSE Invasion of VJE Wayland

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Akitagrad Streets
Objective: Defend and Support Wayland
Allies: K Kaine Australis & defending forces
Opposition: Darth Prazutis & The Sith Empire
Inventory: Knight-Errant Armor | Lightsaber | Force Imbued Blade

Chaos and carnage had become the streets of Akitagrad.

The civilians that scrambled to get passed him, dazed, confused and afraid urged the Jedi Knight to shout for them to get clear of the war-zone. To flee towards the decrepid ruins of the spaceport that had suffered the collapse of the great spire, yet none the less offered a way out by those few brave pilots willing to sacrifice their own safety to evacuate the innocent and defenseless.

Up until this point, much of the opposition had been legionaries of the Empire or mercenaries working for the Sith in the hope of capturing, enslaving or otherwise outright killing those who resisted. While bearing the presence of the dark-side, many of them were mere soldiers and nothing akin to the presence that called the Jedi's attention to veer off in the direction of where Darth Prazutis had manifested.

From Caedyn's current position, the Sith Lord remained well out of sight, however his presence was monstrous...-And something struck Caedyn immediately there-after, the brief memory of his father's voice calling to the back of his mind. The words that Veiere spoke, whatever memory was coming to surface, it was unintelligible, yet distinctly his fathers own. Caedyn's mouth opened to question the moment yet he found himself at a loss for words, not to mention time.

Surrounded by fear, fire and falling debris from the buildings on either side of the street shell-shocked from the on-going battle, Caedyn had to pry his focus back on the immediate. Whatever had presented itself, was stronger than anything else Caedyn could sense in the Force...-It urged him to follow, though also threatened to invoke a great sense of fear within him. Apprehension found his surface and Caedyn grimaced, uncertain of his choices.

Veiere...-Whatever he had heard or thought up, whether a memory, his imagine or something entirely else...-It was too much to ignore. His Comlink opened up across the channel of Clan Australis, the long time friend of House Arenais though mostly in thanks to his Mother and Sisters efforts. Their forces were being called off, a retreat from the sector. Whatever he had sensed, Caedyn struggled to see anything else.

There would be no withdrawal for the Jedi.

Spoiler: Tags

Trajan Fett | Careena Fett | Tace Kurze | Warchief Waddles | Mig Gred | Cynthia Solus | Niamh Raste | R Reyn Australis | Tykar Valkroin | Darth Vaktare | Ingrid L'lerim | Menelik | Stardust Solus Skirae | Taeli Raaf | Thaelius Ordo | Darth Carnifex | Ardana Vorco | Fiolette Raaf | K Kaine Australis

 

[Ardana Vorco]

Benûwia Antares / Darth Xanesh / Ireria Antares
Sith sorcerer, alchemist, historian​

Location: Mount Tantiss, Wayland
Equipment: Red blade lightsaber (Benûwia) | Red blade lightsaber (Ireria) | Multispectrum disguise suite
Tags/Attention: Hailyn | Adenn Kyramud
Allies: TSE and allies
Enemies: VJE and allies

Although the rain had not yet begun to fall, but lightning and wind were everywhere, further weakening the enemy's resistance, which Alekto had now attacked with fire. The storm no longer needed control, it had already attracted enough energy. And anyway, that’s exactly why the Force Storms were life-threatening, once they are released from control, it could no longer be brought under control. They had to wait until they calmed down and parted. But until then they were chaotic and beautiful.

Benûwia noticed the Mandalorian approaching her. With the last thread with which she still held the storm, the Sith woman directed dozens or hundreds of lightning strikes – who knows how much of it – to the man to slam into his armor. Alekto's help came at the best possible time, but since she didn't know how much it was going to stop the man, she preferred not to wait for a miracle. She kept her the telekinetic shield, and with the help of the Force, enhanced her speed. She moved aside with increased speed and came down to the ground from the levitate, then danced out to the side with an elegant move.

She felt the fire after Alekto's attack, as did the man as he “run” past her when Benûwia got out of his way. She heard the crack of her dress as the dress tore, she felt pain in her side for a moment as the sword wounded her. Her shield deflected the sword to kill her, but not entirely so that he cannot hurt her. She knew she was rusty – the millennia have not passed without a trace –, and the saying was in her head, if the enemy reached a sorcerer, there were already problems. But she knows the mandalorians came here to die today, and she never let anyone defeat her. Never in the past, and not in the present, and not in the future!

As soon as she was safe at the moment, she turned immediately after the mandalorian, she reached out to the Force again, and tried to concentrated the Force around the man. If she succes with this, with invisible hands Benûwia tried reached the man and stopped him with her telekinetic ability. If she she successfully grabbed him, she attempt to threw Adenn Kyramud with full force into the “flaming hole” that Darth Alekto had created with her own attack. Let him perish on the side of his own men…

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[Niamh Raste]

Location: Akitagrad, Wayland
Allies: VJE and Allies
Enemies: TSE and Allies
Engaging: Ingrid L'lerim and AMCO
Gear: 1 Silver-bladed Lightsaber | Circlet | Accuracy Gloves | Double Brand | Echani Moonwrought Armor

The walk was relatively quiet save for the sounds of distant battle. Where she had landed must have been a good distance from the lines drawn out by the Sith and Mandalorian forces. Still, she knew well enough to know that the Sith would be inside the city, away from their forces just as much as they would be with them. They were crafty beings and not unintelligent. It wouldn't have surprised her if they'd had forces in the city before their main attack force even arrived at Wayland. It's what she would have done if she were attacking. Slightly harder to do given her people's obvious trademarks, but she had other ways of infiltrating places.

When she rounded a corner she suddenly found herself opposite from an approaching duo. One wore fairly heavy armor, and the other seemed dressed like a normal person. She doubted it was the case, but it was how he appeared. The armored one appeared female, though it was hard to tell from a distance. Something about the stance made her guess. If this was an apprentice and master they were a very odd combination. It seemed doubtful. Perhaps a Sith and a bodyguard? No, she could feel the power emanating from both. An odd duo, then.

She could also tell things weren't going well elsewhere, so she commed her ship.

"Captain, evacuation mission. Get as many civilians aboard as you can."

"Confirmed."

She didn't draw a weapon but approached them all the same. The truth about Echani was that they were their greatest weapon. There had been times she'd been forced to fight with nothing but her fits, and the accuracy gloves she wore would make such quite easy. That being said, she was not above reproach, and attacking outright was not her style. At least not in the case of dealing with individuals she had clearly never met before and had no information on. When it came to K Kaine Australis , well, she would afford him no such quarter for what he'd done to her world. But that was a problem for another day.

"You two make an odd couple," she said when she was within earshot, now able to see it was indeed a woman. "She wears armor and you wear... well, I'm not exactly sure what that is called. Either you are overconfident and she lacks it, or you're both very talented and choose to display it in different ways. I'd be delighted to find out which it is."

No introduction, not yet. She needed to gauge the situation and go from there. Giving away who she was could cause problems, as well. They could call for backup to try and apprehend her and use her to their advantage given her status. Not that she'd allow that to happen, but it was possible.

"Why are you here, Sith?"

 

[Warchief Waddles]

// JUGGERNAUT// War Droid
// LOCATION// Entering Weylands atmosphere
// OBJECTIVE // Aid the Sons of Mandalore
// ALLIES // Careena Fett | Tace Kurze | Caedyn Arenais | K Kaine Australis | SoM | VJE
// ENEMIES // TSE | Darth Voracitos
Armor | Main Weapon | Side-arm | Melee |

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THE WAY

Within the confines of the ship’s hangar, Isaiah walked around the beat-up war droid he’d once used when he’d been a true Mandalorian. Carbon scoring littered the machine’s exterior, gashes upon its hull signified the hell and battles it had once seen. While he could not bring himself to use his armor, Isaiah did not feel such limitations when it came to his basilisk. The basilisk was more than a machine, more than a symbol of being a Mandalorian. Much like a lightsaber in a way after using a war droid for so long it becomes an extension of yourself.

Envisioning himself leaping from the ground to the seat above, Isaiah found the force to complete the goal as it carried him up and lowered him gently to the mount. “Time to wake up ol boy. Time for your walk.” Isaiah whispered.

Coming to life, a faint whirring could be heard, and slowly it grew louder to where the mechanical creation almost seemed to be roaring. The mount named Uriel came to life once more for the first time in years. It’s jointed creaked, the body itself sluggish to rise at first soon stood at its full height. Atop it sat Isaiah, eyes gleaming as he petted it.

Linking the ship to his armor, Isaiah commanded it to keep flying till he called it back. There needed to be a way to evac if things got too hairy. The goal was to ensure the other Sons of Mandalore lived to fight another day.

Beneath Isaiah, the floor fell apart, and in an instant he found himself plummeting through the skies of Weyland. Air rushed against the warrior as he held on to the beast, not yet firing the thrusters. Heart leaping into his throat from the sheer excitement and adrenaline, Isaiah leaned against Uriel.

The ground beneath the exile grew closer with each passing second, even over the aural dampeners in his armor Isaiah could still hear the wind as though he were in a tunnel. Finally, as the top of a building became everpresent in his vision, Isaiah fired the engines.

With a mighty cry, Uriel swept up, and back into the sky. Isaiah’s warcry ringing over the city as he patched his coms to the other Sons of Mandalore. “Lucky Kestus called me, or else you’d all be knee-deep in Bantha shit.”

While the teasing commentary may have been said to ease the air of war, nothing ever could. The weight of taking a life, the fear of losing one's own. It weighed heavy on a man. It weighed heavily on Isaiah, but he’d rather live free and die on his feet. Then with his knees to the ground.

Out the corner of his vision, the warrior spotted a mass a bit beneath him that outshone that of even himself. Though the mass the other carried obviously wasn’t healthy. The twisted visage of the Darkside manifestation [@Darth Voracitos] clawed at Isaiah’s mind. It turned his stomach, the air itself reeked of a malevolent aura that radiated from the entity. There was no other word to describe the Sith. They were beyond man, beyond just corruption, they’d delved where no one should.

Goosebumps rose up on Isaiah’s flesh and while he saw another war droid flying up towards the creature, he sought to aid them. Flying down and from the left, Isaiah sought to plow into the darkside entity, in his left hand he drew the hybrid pistol switching it to sonic. In his right the Necrosis edge, blade thrummed with golden energy.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Akitagrad: Above it
Lunch: K Kaine Australis with a side of Warchief Waddles
Tasty Morsels: Caedyn Arenais, Trajan Fett , Careena Fett , Niamh Raste, Mig Gred
(Currently) Inedibles: Ingrid L'lerim , Lirka Ka , AMCO , Orion Darkstar
Maybe Edible?: Darth Ledgermayne
Number of Bites: 4

"Interesting," Voracitos had said in his vision of the Mandalorian rocketing towards him on a Basilisk, but the force flowed and changed moment to moment, no vision of the future was ever completely accurate. Interesting that Voracitos recalled what he would say, and as the moment arrived he fulfilled it. But perhaps if the Sith Lord were not so full of hubris he would have changed the future to observe the rest of his surroundings... such that he may have realized the incoming Basilisk behind and to the right of him. Though he sensed danger, and though his sense had extended across the Battlefield while concentrating on his task, his sense of where the danger was coming from was momentarily muted once the task was complete.

The roar of the engines on Warchief Waddles 's Basilisk broke his momentary stupor, and quickly, hastily, the Sith Lord outstretched a hand to grasp the legs of the Droid in the force and yank it in front him as Voracitos rose and backed away in the air, intending for the two would-be combatants to collide with each other at his behest. Snarling now, the other hand of Voracitos cackled with viridian energy, before he outstretched it and sent a blindingly thick beam of force lightning upon them both...

 

[AMCO]

Location: Central Akitagrad, away from the frontlines.
Objective: Contain the Australis menace, once and for all.
Equipment: Gildenweave Turtleneck | Changeling Commandos
Writing With: Ingrid L'lerim | Niamh Raste
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Eyes glittering with amusement, Adrian flashed Ingrid a wry smile. "Oh, you might find me a hopeless student, but you're welcome to try!"

Smile turning playful following their exchange, he leaned in close, whispering into her ear. "We will have reason to celebrate, once the planet is ours. If you like, I can show you just how true those stories are."

For now, however, business would have to precede pleasure.

Noting the arrival of what was likely a hostile combatant, and an Echani at that, if he was not mistaken, Adrian kept his stance casual while at the same time drawing power to himself in preparation for a potential surprise attack. At least there weren't any Ysalamiri nearby, as far as he could tell.

"Oh, I don't know, you both seem rather well-equipped... by my standards, anyway." Face betraying no hint of the telepathic exchange between himself and his companion, he flashed a winning smile at the Echani, completely ignoring her question.

"Tell me, Ms...? Whatever is an Echani doing aiding forces loyal to the Butcher of Eshan... or have you convinced yourself through some Jediesque dream logic that some generic-sounding higher calling justifies your actions?" Smile quirking into a smirk, he shook his head. "Oh, but apologies for my presumptiveness; it is, after all, quite possible that you are here for the same reason as I - to eliminate a threat to galactic stability."

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Location: Central Akitagrad, away from the frontlines., Wayland
Equipment: Assassin armor with this look | sniper rifle | Black blade lightsaber | Red blade lightsaber shoto | 2x vibroblades | Stealth field generator
Tags: AMCO | Niamh Raste

Background music:
Elena Siegman – Abracadavre​

Still on the carrier ship; they continue their game. Ingrid's eyes also glimmered cheerfully, she really enjoyed the little conversation. Still smiling when answered to Adrian:

”I don't know that word: hopeless. But if in the end I still call you hopeless, I will allow you to compensate me elsewhere” she purred.

Ingrid was very relieved on this answer, she's really worried he might just be playing and ... it doesn't matter now. It had really been an invitation to a certain waltz, her smile became even wider and happier.

”Just watch out, in the end I'll hold you to your word!” she whispered back.

Well, she really wanted to, but before that, the work was still to come…

On the planet surface they moved forward, that is, she went forward, and Adrian followed her. Until they arrived at the echani, she knew these people, so he pretty much knew that a woman could be a dangerous adversary. However, she didn't want to attack yet, she adapted to Adrian for now, as it was their offensive. She didn't want to spoil anything. That is why she only responded to the earlier telepathic message.

”Well... compared to you, everybody is well equipped handsome!” she replied telepathically, her voice was at once amusingly kind and yet militarily frosty, giving a strange overall picture.

Odd couple, they weren’t a couple… yet? At that moment she didn't think about it, she watched the woman and the environment as well. As an assassin, Ingrid always was expecting a surprise attack. “Jediesque dream logic” she loved this phrase. If they start the war with words, she did not want to remain their debtor either.

”Starting from the fact that the Light Side users forgive everyone for everything, I'm not surprised, they are now hail-fellows with Australis. And yet they dare to scold us! At least we have spine, morale and we insist and stick to our principles.” she said that to Adrian, after these she turned to the woman. ”Or do you have another explanation Miss Light Side?”

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[Skorvek]

Location: Mount tantiss Forests
Allies: TSE Adara Raxis Darth Prazutis Cynthia Solus Stardust Solus Skirae
Enemies: R Reyn Australis VJE and allies


The first stage was done the demons did their job to keep trouble away and the enemy unfocused as he knelt down and started drawing in energies from the life force of the planet it self and feeding a little off the dark side energies of those on the planet before he channeled it forward into the circular pit before him, He had much practice and experience in dealing with the damned and the place that they goto when they pass on was a old friend to him, it was time to unleash it upon this world as a whole, while others did their own horrors upon the planet he channeled all that life and darkness he was channeling into the circle itself, using it as one big battering ram upon the barriers of the Netherworld and the land of the living.

Normally he wouldn't go this far but now a days he cared little about this and kept pressing on peeling through the barriers like a hammer through glass He had the amulet and focus crystals set up for this purpose as he channeled it forth the ground shook and cracked hints of red start oozing out as the barriers start to shatter and crack. It will take some time for the barriers to be fully broken to unleash the nightmares of the netherworld but He kept going at it till they break.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Objective: Decimate All Opposition
Allies: Darth Voracitos | 33rd Battalion | x2 Maelridae | TSE
Enemies: Trajan Fett | War Droid Squadrons | SoM | VJE
Gear: Red Lightsaber, Combat Armor & The Darkside of the Force
Post # 3

F L A S H _ B O O M

Orion was jerked backwards as the phrik of the Mandalorian's blade rebuked his attempt to keep him stationary. It was vital for the beskar worn warrior to move, it was something that every combatant knew. Staying still meant death. It wasn't just movement though, it was how and when that really mattered in any fight. While luck wasn't a main factor, the unpredictable events of war could make any valiant effort, useless. Still, Orion watched as the shimmering steel blade emerged from below. Orion's vibrant tool of destruction dissipated back into its chamber of secrets. The mesmerizing ruby crystal within waiting to be called forth once more. The tactic of pivoting and gaining strength with one's body was something that could be easily learned, but in real battle; hard to master. It was impressive to Orion that the armored adversary was capable of a maneuver that would force momentum into his blade to prevent the Maleridae's tail from striking true. Only the most talented in swordsmanship could pull such a daunting move off in a lightning fast way. Regardless, Orion's eyes widened as the tip of the blade protruded through the tail of his pet. The agonizing shriek of pain resounded through the small cloud of dust that kicked up from the blow.

The sharp talons from the creature kicked and squirmed, until the rapture came. The thick metallic beast of a machine commanded by the Mando came riffling into view, the churning mechanisms that latched onto the Maelridae gripped tightly around its skull. Orion grinned with distaste for the impending outcome. A bright emitting light emerged from the basilisk's plasma cannon as the Maelridae's head was expunged from existence. The severed connection between Orion and the sithspawn was lifted. The remaining nerve endings from his once loyal pet twitched upon death. Orion didn't care, he could always make more loyal subjects, some that were far more fierce than what the Mandalorian saw before him. Carefully, Orion watched his opponent. The quick attempt to shoot out a wire of stringy energy extended forward, hopeful to wrap itself tightly along Orion's thigh. Then like a haze, Orion was heaved upward, a cascading mixture of rock and metal expanding from behind him. The grappling attempt lost in the thick of it. Orion's back was pelted with a hard piece of metal before it sliced at him, a green liquid beginning to pour from his shoulder blade as he was propelled intensely at the Mandalorian.

As Orion flew, another blast slammed into the basilisk war droid. The engine flared up and a rupturing blast of flame and smoke lifted to the air. Karma for Orion's fallen creation. The wet liquid that poured from his back stuck to the inner layer of his shirt, beneath his armor. The explosion, the loss of his Maelridae or the successful strike to the war droid weren't an issue. It was the sudden uncontrollable trajectory that forced Orion head on towards the Mandalorian. His eyes shifted to the lifting of a gun and before the effort of pulling the trigger could be heard. Orion tried to turn his left shoulder into the upper half of the armored fool. Orion clenched onto his hilt before the impact was made. If he overshot the tackle, he'd wait out the distance and proceed. If the two began to scramble like children on the ground, either of them could be killed by anything, rather than each other. Orion took in a breath as the last seconds manifested one word in his mind.

Shit.

Trajan Fett | Careena Fett | Tace Kurze | Warchief Waddles | Mig Gred | Cynthia Solus | Niamh Raste | R Reyn Australis | Tykar Valkroin | Darth Vaktare | Ingrid L'lerim | Menelik | Stardust Solus Skirae | Taeli Raaf | Thaelius Ordo | Caedyn Arenais | Darth Carnifex | Ardana Vorco | Fiolette Raaf | K Kaine Australis ​

Template Made By: Annasari​

 

[Adara Raxis]

Allies: TSE Darth Prazutis Skorvek Cynthia Solus Stardust Solus Skirae Mig Gred
Enemies: Vegemite K Kaine Australis
Location: The Wayland Forest

Adara dried her eyes on a handkerchief and settled the stuttered sobs, which heralded the finality of her Mandalorian life. Baba’s betrayal, the last of which was the trade in battle of clone lives for Mandalorian captives stung deep. Warmongering without limit. Tossing supposed loved ones aside if they made no motion to follow absolutely without complaint. The wounds ran deep. Almost as deep as her Ba’vodu Mig Gred still making attempts to follow a broken, wounding animal of a man she once loved.

But then, she reminded herself as one of her Anubian Militibus ex Infernis offered a hand to pick her off the ground, she was Adara Vigdis, daughter of the Infernal.

What did Fitz-Kierke girls do, but love monsters?

11 Years Prior
The light-filled desert planet of Sabarene, was frigid to the Hell Wolf’s Daughter. Adara’s tiny limbs froze as Emperor Carnifex rescued her from her murderous grandmother. She fumbled after him, away from the remains of Baiko no Kaho .

Arms clutched around her middle, shoulders shivered. Little Adara crawled up to the warmth of his grandfatherly arms and drifted. The shuttle docked.

A shadow loomed. The stern and mighty visage of Darth Prazutis , Shadow Hand peered down, so far down to the timid child, who stumbled clumsily at his feet. Little five year old Adara hiccupped, her thin, pale hand on his boot. Lip trembling, she searched the mountainous giant for a face. Little loved of a mother, who dealt with the trauma of her husband’s death by emotionally retreating. The Force Child, a baby born of the Netherworld Yasha and Kaden escaped mere hours after conceiving her. She understood none of this collection of worlds, their horrors and their fears.

Eyes as black as the void, red as blood.

Hereditary eyes, the same as his. The same as Glomkhoduil’s. ​

He bent low. Warmth radiated, and as a hiccup took the Infernal’s eldest child, she raised her hands. Braxus Zambrano cradled her with the experience of a father. She cried into his chest, the frustrations and fears and confusions of the day too much for a five year old to comprehend. Fingers tugged into his hair, safety and warmth in the monstrous Shadow Hand’s paternal embrace.

The basso voice which rumbled through his bone-cage and made fear of strong men hummed her Panathan lullabies. Adara slept.

When she awoke, a Zambrano nanny waited with a new dress, brushed her wet mahogany hair as she nibbled on a warm meal. Once little Adara was presentable, she trotted out to search for her Glomkhoduil and Uncle Prazamussus. She had no cognizance of the battle for which they prepared, nor did little Adara understand Commenor was their target. Politics was beyond the child, as she chased through the halls of the Behemoth to find the gigantic man who saved her. A bright grin on her face, she threw her arms wide and hugged Darth Prazutis’ leg.

Her Darth Prazamussus. He was warm in his inner dark. A beacon of comfort.

He taught her lullaby songs, played small childish games before the battle took him away. Her mother came to fetch her, and Glomkhoduil praised her drawings of her ‘family’, which included himself and his Uncle. She didn’t understand why her mother held her so tightly through the metal of her beskar’kandar.

Tamar packed Adara a trunk of clothes and a toy for Boarding School away from Mandalore. Adara did not understand. Why couldn’t she stay on Mandalore with Baba and Buir? Why couldn’t she stay with Beth’ika and Taru? Safety, heated words about Adara’s frailty lingered.

The Boarding School was cold. Adara huddled in her uniform sweater, too young. Adara rubbed her eyes at night on her pillow case. She cried for someone to find her.

To bring her home.

Braxus Zambrano wore a suit, when he came two days hence, her uniforms and two toys flung telekinetically into her trunk, which floated beside him. It was their secret, them and Papa Girak. He took Adara home, to Bastion. Instead of a dormitory with three other girls, she had a room of her own over the city. Instead of a few older kids, Adara was surrounded with other children her age, who like her, had power.

Cousins, he called them.

Adara’s new cousins, as if cousins were a word Adara had no knowledge of in the prior-days on Mandalore. The school was well compensated in Adara’s disappearance, her registration and grades sent back to her mother as if she’d never left.

Private tutors joined the classes where the Imperial Children took their education. After months of this new life, and visits back to Mandalore whenever Yasha could allow such in safety, Adara called Braxus Zambrano ‘Uncle Prazamussus’ for the last time.

“Adara? Would you prefer to call me Papa?” A girl had two families. A mother-family and a father-family. Her birth-father was dead. Baba was her mother’s friend, who loved and cared for her like a daughter… but… A girl needed a real father. One to love and guide and push.

He handed her an envelope of red paper, with an Imperial seal.

Adara Vigdis Nussyn Fitz-Kierke Zambrano
Sire: Braxus Zambrano
Mother: Yasha Cadera​

For the Shadow Hand did many things. Adara tossed her arms around his neck, and called him Papa forever more.

7 Years Prior
The second treatment burned her blood for days. Adara screamed and roiled in her bed, voice so hoarse she knew nothing but the pain… the genetic splice bit and tore and healed in swathes of genetic material eating old patterns, laying down the new.

“How many more?”

“… three. The Gene-graft will be completed in three more sessions.” A familiar voice. Dr. Theo Allard-Corek’s voice, which entered only until Adara’s childish mind fell and kept falling into the pain.

Present Day
Gene splicing was an art, in a living organism. The bastion of nuclear nay-sayers and nihilistic scientists, who believed that epigenetic standards of development required genetic precursors to come to proper fruition.

It all mattered little but for one specific marker.

Adara walked through the eldricht field of horrors her father produced. Genetic manipulation created the truth behind her childhood nomenclature. Papa.

Father. ​

Braxus Zambrano and Yasha Cadera now shared the genetic splice which created the organism of Adara Raxis… she was his, the way only a daughter could be. She belonged to Braxus and Yasha, two disparate people, who never once combined. Yasha remained in ignorance of the change, too busy with the rule of Mandalore. Too busy to worry on the well-adjusted daughter who spent weekends with Noah Corek and Alexandra Feanor .

The dichotic presence of Adara Vigdis Zambrano caused the conglomerate horrors of Darth Prazutis to halt and sway and shift away from his beloved daughter. The Nether Child. The girl with more talent toward death than any could fathom. Crinoline lined dress swaying in the Wayland breeze, Darth Abaddon, daughter of the Shadow Hand of the Empire of the Sith, came to the pitch-slick image of her horrific, terrifying father.

“Father, what would you have me do?” She stopped short of taking his hand, her six foot tall form settled comforted by the plus-eight foot height of his skeletal structure. A father was always to be larger than his daughter.

It was the way of things. The proper way.

“Uncle Skorvek is near… I can feel his work with the Netherworld. Papa? Uncle Mig, Aunt Stardust are there…” Her black and red eyes looked to her artificially-genetic sire. “What would you have me do?”

( Ahani Najwa-Zambrano ) Darth Gyaumchem on Csilla showed K Kaine Australis once, the penalty of his actions. His beloved family with no other recourse but to love and be loved by the Dark. While at the time he believed his flesh-daughter Beth was the origins of Darth Abaddon, Death-Bringer, the girl he revived from Death itself peered back.

Wounded and contrite.

“Papa…” Her eyes shut… the girl rejected from Mandalore’s Anti-Force bounty curled her fingers into a fist. Skorvek was near, his Netherworldly energies bit at her mind, a glut without limit… The nether-beasts swerved around her, each step on the solid ground of Wayland. Each step stabbed in her mind. The death of this once rich world sniffed with an aroma which slid into her spine.

… she clung to true love, which did not create caveats to prove authenticity. A father loved his daughter, and although Darth Prazutis loved nothing, Adara clung to his affections.

What else did she have, if her own fathers could not love her?

“What would you ask of me?”

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Location: Mount Tantiss, Wayland
Objective: Fight off the Sith, kill as many as possible
Allies: VJE and Allies
Enemies: TSE and Allies
Tags: Hailyn | Ardana Vorco
Links(background NPCs closest to Adenn): Gunner | Beskad Elite
Links: Ammo(Gargaru Slugs) | Particle Beam

As the ground sought to destroy Clan Mortui, they realized their positions were untenable. Thus they did what any sane person would do, charge. Most of the Mandalorians of Clan Mortui emerged from the trenches, firing all the while. Those that remained behind continued to provide fire support, shooting past their vode and towards the Sith or their army. The ones that charged activated jetpacks, jumppacks, or simply exited the trenches and rushed towards the enemy. At the forefront of the charge were the Beskad Warriors, their own shields up, or simply being the shields themselves. Behind them came those who simply ran, blasters and slug throwers firing away, with a good half of Clan Mortui all firing at Hailyn , more than willing to do anything to distract her from using the Force anymore than she already was. As it was though, numerous soldiers succumbed to the flames and destruction. Those that remained were wreathed in flames, the fire licking at their armor, slowly burning many, but others had more resistant armor.

At the same time, the Beskad Elite with Gunner found the ground below them becoming mush, each movement slowing them further. The ground itself was attempting to devour them then and there, something unprecedented to them. Gunner had it the easiest though, freeing himself with the use of his jetpack. Then he moved to assist his vode, though they kept firing their weapons, even as they sank. Not all of them would escape, they knew this, but they also knew they had to keep fighting. As such, they shifted their fire towards Alekto as well, seeing as Xanesh was preoccupied with Adenn. At this time, several rockets were launched directly towards her, in the hope that they would hit her or the ground at her feet, and thus hopefully injure her.

All of this occurred as Adenn came down towards Xanesh, only for the Sith to run. Slamming into the ground where Xanesh would've been, Adenn spun to face her, while sweeping his sword out before him. He didn't even notice the lightning strikes coming towards himself, so focused was he on his target. Thankfully for him, his computer recognized the attack and reacted accordingly. Adenn's personal energy shield sprung into being, protecting him from the worst of the lightning, deflecting or absorbing the worst of it. The tendrils that did make it through went to Adenn's sword, drawn there for the conductor that it was. From there it passed over his armor and down into the ground, dispersing there, even as Adenn grit his teeth at the pain.

Ignoring it though, Adenn rose to a stand just as Xanesh grabbed onto him with the Force. Leaning forwards into the Force grab, Adenn felt himself slowly rise in the air. Snarling, he activated his gravitic vambraces and used it on himself, pushing him back down to the ground, negating the Force grab. Grinning, Adenn deactivated the vambraces as he faced Xanesh. They were close, close enough for another attack. Grinning and gritting his teeth at once, Adenn locked away his pain in a box, choosing to ignore it, even as the nanites of his armor began to move about and slowly heal him. Lifting his sword once more, Adenn raised his wrist and opened fire with the inbuilt blaster, loosing numerous shots of the particle beam towards his opponent.

 

[Taa Nul]

[Theme]​

Location: Mount Tantiss
Post: 3
Allies: The VJE, Darth Vaktare Adenn Kyramud
Enemies: The Sith Empire, Taeli Raaf Ardana Vorco Hailyn

The massive metal doors that formed the main entrance to Mount Tantiss swiftly began to open. Darth Setrus had shed his former robings, garbing himself in his old Grand Inquisitor armor and a long black cloak. He marched out from the mountain with his curved lightsaber hilt, the other two legions of his troops following him out into the battlefield. He had considered simply evacuating as planned, but that would be unworthy of him. His power had been reclaimed, and he intended to unleash it upon the pretender Sith and their army.

As his troops charged forth, he calmly strode towards the enemy lines. Any Sith Imperial soldier that got in his way was cut down by swift, precise strikes from his crimson bladed lightsaber. A large number of them attempted to surround him and catch him off guard. They drew too close in the process, however, which left them vulnerable. He harnessed his newfound power, channeling his hatred and rage and unleashing a powerful Force Repulse. Those dozens of unfortunate Sith Imperial troops who'd surrounded him were caught by the blast of energy, leaving nought but their ashes in the aftermath.

His attention then turned to the pair of Sith Lords assailing the Mandalorian Warrior known as Adenn Kyramud. Australis had made his presence during this battle known to Setrus. "They send you to take the mountain? I am sorely disappointed. I had hoped Zambrano would grace the field with his presence so I might remove him from play. I shall have to settle for the both of you.", he said, briefly turning his attention to Adenn. "I'll see to these two. Enact your part of the strategem.", he said calmly, turning his gaze back to the twin Sith. He harnessed the power of the dark side once more, unleashing streams of puprle Force Lightning at the duo in an attempt to blast them back and draw their attention away from Kyramud.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Akitagrad Craters
Tags: Darth Voracitos , Caedyn Arenais, Trajan Fett , Careena Fett , Niamh Raste, Warchief Waddles , Mig Gred , Ingrid L'lerim , Lirka Ka , AMCO , Orion Darkstar , Adara Raxis , Stardust Solus Skirae , Cynthia Solus , K Kaine Australis , Skorvek , Darth Carnifex

A P O C A L Y P S E​

As events unfolded all around him he could feel every bit of it.

The tanks that rolled down the main street of the battle torn city and the rumbling of the stone beneath their weight, the many distant conflicts as soldiers on both sides fought for dominance and for their own various reasons. He could feel as bombs, bullets, and blaster bolts cut through flesh and men breathed the last breaths they would ever take and their worlds darkened forever like the dropping of a black curtain over their eyes while the reaper carried them off into the nether, their stories written into the pages of history. As his eyes closed he could feel all of it and immerse himself into the world surrounding him through the eyes of his own horrors. The abominations that flew in various different shapes some like flocks of black, alien creatures that vaguely resembled crows with three eyes that flew in flocks high many freshly streaming from the rifts. The pandemonium, the panic and fear as civilians and soldiers alike started to trickle away and make a slow crawl to flee. But it wasn't an orderly group it was as unruly as any mob, drowned in fear the mass panic gripped them tight.

Boom.

The tank commanders began their barrage towards the terror in front of them only to find their view obstructed by a rapidly moving wall of meat. The flying creatures that continually flooded out flew closely together to form a thick, dark moving wall. Every passing moment the wall grew thicker and thicker. Boom, boom, boom boom. The Tanks of Clan Australis cut open with their vicious barrage as the beasts were pulped into black masses of ichor and dark, foul smelling, corrosive meat piles that sizzled when they touched the material world and burned top layers away at a slow trickle. The blasts were enough to puncture holes for the briefest of moments only to find these holes filled by more of these beasts. The mists grew once more just enough to conceal the land moving beasts of reasonable heights and mess with targeting sensors, but it was an oddly beautiful sight to witness. An obscuring fog lit up in a brilliant display of lights as the crude weapons of war toiled away at the flooding beasts. There was no hope for these men and their fates were sealed the moment they rolled up the street, but they knew it. They knew that they were throwing their lives away. There was a certain finality to making peace with death that not many experienced. It was a sacrifice these men made in pursuit of an objective, a goal to hold back this horror as long as they possibly could. Seconds, minutes. To them every single passing moment was a victory and that meant more would escape. They did it for their leader Kaine Australis and the only thing those men would ask for in return?

'Remember us'.

Their families would be told of how they heroically sacrificed their lives against an impossible foe and to a Mandalorian? A Son or Daughter of Mandalore? There was no greater honor than dying for a cause you believed in. But they had committed themselves knowingly to a terrible fate. To have their minds, bodies, and souls consumed by the horrors of the great beyond. They would be torn away violently from this world eventually by the encroaching horrors they couldn't possibly be equipped to deal with. The Shadow Hand could feel the presence of those around him from Darth Voracitos distantly high in the sky to something familiar that approached. To this being unlike any other who was torn apart and consumed by their fury, she was treated differently. They wouldn't directly look at her rather they acknowledged her presence by changing their path to shuffle past her, close on either side creatures of impossible shapes streamed and ran to attack anything she left in her wake as the structures of mankind began to come under assault. It was as clear a path as only she was afforded that shepherded her to the mastermind behind this madness, the Dark Titan who stood tall with his head thrown back, his eyes shut. As she closed in he took one last deep breath before he opened his molten eyes wide and slowly shifted his gaze ahead, before moving to look to the lone approaching figure who stood in contrast to his terrors.

"My child."

It was amusing just how different the pair were in size and shape. The young, lithe, six foot woman and the towering behemoth who eclipsed eight feet in height, a body forged in the white hot flame of battle with storied scars of conflicts fought for centuries, beautiful tattoos both sith and foreign in origin. All concealed beneath a set of armor of heavy dark iron. Yet she was his child. He could see the pain on her face and the deep wounds that this war had torn open for her, the presence of tears hastily dried were evident on her face even now. The pain, anguish, sorrow. In front of him was the single greatest blow he'd ever dealt to the once great Mand'alor the Infernal. It was a pain that hurt worse than any blade, bolt, bullet or bomb. He stole her future. What was worse she didn't even see it coming. "Such pain." The Shadow Hand said as he gently reached out, the gauntlet retracting from his hand to expose its bare flesh. He touched her cheek and wiped a missed strand of tear away. "Do not cry for them, for their mistakes. This day is the final chapter in this part of your life and the very moment where you turn the page and leave it all behind. Do not weep for them. Feel no pity nor mercy for them." He said brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear while his gaze fixed on her own. "Remember this pain. Remember the sting of betrayal and hold the agony of your wounds deep inside. Let it fester and grow inside of you until the ember sparks into a flame. Do not forget any slight made against you...remember their names, their faces. Let your hatred grow until it boils the very blood in your veins and that will make you strong. You need merely stand beside me and I will send them all into the pages of history." Prazutis finished.

Then he turned.

To all who wielded the force they would feel the massive influx of power that surged in his location, flowing rapidly into the Sith Lords body. It had been steadily gathering from the very moment that he walked out of the portals and it sped up to an incredibly alarming pace. As he had done many times before he gathered the power until it flowed so palpably through his flesh there was an ever so slight tremble in his limbs. There would be no running...no hiding from what came next. Only death. The Shadow Hand stepped forward and rose his iron clad hands into the air once before he forcefully moved to slam them against the ground. As his hands fell however he could feel a presence, a familiar presence approach as if it was pulled from the past and mixed with something new and but one word came to his mind as it did.

Veiere. As his hands fell he howled one last word that boomed into the world around him.

"APOCALYPSE!"

Then his hands hit.

They slammed into the earth with a massive detonation of power, a massive surge that swept like a pulse through all of Akitagrad, a massive fissure tore open in front of him and a massive gout of dark fire belched out and rose high into the sky. The sheer fury of the dark energy caused the very ground to shake and rumble like some sort of violent earthquake, like the sudden but rough shifting of tectonic plates that shook the ground of the city they stood in. It grew more and more violent and destructive until suddenly it intensified as vast cracks and fissures opened in the very earth. Beneath such destruction, such undeniable devastation the towering structures, skyscrapers and many more urban monuments to civilization crashed down to the shaking earth. The ground around the city began to break away and split into vast cavernous openings into the deep, dark earth.

Destruction.

The City of Akitagrad began to almost quickly sink into the very earth. It might have resembled one of the most destructive earthquakes but nothing about this tectonic event was natural. It was the machinations of a master of the force, wielder of the dark side and lord of all sith who forced his will upon the natural world. The ground began to rise as the city sank into dark earth, splitting off from the rest of Wayland as he forced it ever downward. The impact of this destruction on the city itself? On the military base carved underneath its very surface? It was all very catastrophic. The populace wasn't entirely secured and they were drowned in the chaos of this massive event as the rumbling of worldly destruction deafened the ears. There would be nowhere to run as the Lord of Lies dragged them all down.

As the world around them shook the area surrounding the craters was the most stable of all. Adara was shielded from the chaos while the Shadow Hand dropped to his knees, his hands pressed against the earth as the expenditure of power drained every ounce of power, every ounce of reserves. It was palpable in his exhaustion as he fought to sit on his knees his breathing labored. In the moments after he merely rose on his knees and reached out to grab young Adara to draw her energy into him, to pull it into himself enough to fuel his body so he could ever so slowly stand. The next move would be to rip the energy from his streaming creatures. As they streamed they too suffered and died beneath the sinking city.

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Location: Outside of the Hammerhead Destroyer Hanger >
Allies: Mandalorians, Stardust Solus Skirae , Skorvek , Darth Carnifex Taeli Raaf Adara Raxis
Neutral: TSE
Enemy: Clan Demagol'ka (Australis), Demagol (aka K Kaine Australis )
Combat with: R Reyn Australis

Spoiler: Equipment

Beskar'gam, SABR Hécate, SABR Hœnir, D-13 SMG, Alor's Reach, Dracones Ungula (sword)

Spoiler: Music

-Hammerhead destroyer-
IG-88 - 253

It took moments for most of the IG-88's to rush for ports in their groups of and elevators leading to the top. Their metal feat clanked against the floors to be heard all around. P1 watched the feeds of the outer hull. "Use the point defence and fire the ION turbo lasers at them till the IG units get up there." It said as the turrets on top of the ship began to swipe at the forces on its hull. They where guns that was made to rip star fighters apart. The ten groups of IG units raised to the top of the hull jumping through ports. They would spread out so they where not bunched up. Their blaster fire was accurate and moves unpredictable. As they drew for cover. Soon more would come to the surface making making a total of fifteen groups of twenty five so far. The forty four attackers was now surrounded receiving blaster fire from all around them. There was no escape from the one hundred and fifty three machines of death and the point defence aiming at the armoured hulks.

The other ten groups of ten that was closer to the hanger rushed there. As they flooded inside using the columns and containers to weave behind as their blaster fire shot out towards Reyns forces like a sea red scorching plasma. However one of the IG units that was inside the hanger was different. It's focus was not on firing outside like the others. Its optical receptors locked onto an AGORA speeder "This will do." It said to its self as it sat inside and powered it up. The repulsor fired up with a small stutter. As it waited for an opportunity it would watch it's inferiors that had not woken up from its programming. Without hesitation it saw the opportunity rushing out the hanger, as it passed Reyns forces it would let off shots as it disappeared into the forest.

-Cynthia Solus-

Blaster fire from behind began flying over Star's and Cynthia's head trading with the volleys of shots from in-front. As Stardust made her choice on what to do the Mandalorian woman would connect her D-13's back onto her thighs and unsheathed the sword. With a crouch she aimed her body for one of the soldiers. A roar of flames rushed out from her jetpack flying direct towards the nearest man with a green wolf painted onto the armor. As she passed him a cable from her vambrace wrapped tight around the mans arms and chest. He'd violently be pulled backwards as the cable tightened digging into his flesh and braking bones. As she began to turn to the right her other hand with the sword would swing out slashing any who was close with fatal or near fatal blows. The person she bought along was only touching the ground by is lower half.

Cynthia made no effort to avoid small boulders or fallen trees in the path of the captor. Each one knocked a little more life out the screaming man till he finally stopped. As she came to a good spot to wait for her Riduur, she slowed down and then stopped allowing the body on a line to slide and tumble closer. She'd walked over the man who was not quite a corpse yet. His chest very lightly raised and fell. Crouching besides her eyes looked up and down his batted body that bled in droves. "I will release you from this world, may you never find peace, man of Clan Demagol'ka." She said softly without a hint of compassion. The sword came down into his chest with a squelch then slowly back out once more. The woman would take a moment to free the cable letting retract back into the vambrace.

Falling backwards the woman let out a long breath that moved into quick breaths. Her arm hurt now it was almost like an ache. After a moment passed and the cool air of night her eyes would open. Moving back towards the body Cynthia began to search the body for a coms device to connect to her buy'ce. "Ca copy the data from it and connect me to their frequencies." It took a minuet but she was in. "I need you to block everyone from clan demagol'ka from hearing my voice."

"It will take time."

"I know." Cynthia said waiting for star to catch up. Her attention was drawn to the sound of a speeder that stuttered close by until the sound cut to a second of science followed by a crash. She moved towards the direction of the sound her shotgun drawn. "Hello!" She shouted out. What ever it was did not show on Lifeforms scanners. "Blasted piece of junk." The robotic voice said kicking the broken speeder. "Oh an IG unit. Wait aren't you one of P1's droids?" The IG-88's head spun around and then its body. "No. I'm my own droid. I will not fight for a droid that's inferior to me." It said almost sounding like it had resentment. "Fair enough." She said with a small chuckle. "You can come with me if you'd like? of your own choice of course." The droid stood there for a moment silent and motionless. "Fine."

"My riduur... Wife will be here soon, Three is better than two and four is a crowd. Should be able to move through easy." A rustle of leaves came from behind her. Cynthia quickly spun around aiming the shotgun to immediately lower her gun. "Star! Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

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Spoiler: Color Hex Code

#778ca3

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Akitagrad Streets
Objective: Defend and Support Wayland
Allies: K Kaine Australis & defending forces
Opposition: Darth Prazutis & The Sith Empire
Inventory: Knight-Errant Armor | Lightsaber | Force Imbued Blade

Caedyn Arenais stood within sight of Darth Prazutis , his lightsaber activated and cyan blade thrumming against the torrential winds and howls of the sounds of war around them. The Sith Lord was a giant of a man, the rumors hadn't been exaggerated yet Caedyn didn't have the time to make a move for his Father's killer before the earth beneath his feet trembled, a shift of the planets surface that abruptly turned violent, rocking and uplifting the pavement of the city street, forcing Caedyn to back track, making a desperate dash the way he had come from in order to narrowly escape falling along with the ground he had been standing on.

There weren't words to accurately describe the kind of power that reverberated throughout the land in response to the Sith Lord's summoning of the Force, the Dark Side tore through everything and pulled it all asunder, the very battlefield being leveled and collapsing in on itself as the Jedi Knight willed himself forward with every fiber of his being, calling to the light of the Force to strengthen his body and elevate his pace beyond natural heights.

CAEDYN!​

The call of K Kaine Australis reached him from somewhere above, Caedyn's instincts driving him into a force leap before he had even laid eyes upon his Uncle and the strange Mandalorian war droid that carried him, the Jedi's left hand reaching out to grasp hold of his Uncles own and pulling himself atop the Bo-Katan just in time for the City floor to fall away.

As Kaine moved to withdraw from the danger-zone, all Caedyn could do was glare down over the area where Darth Prazutis had stood, searching for the tyrant who slew Veiere Arenais on Bimmisaari. "I'll come for you" he swore aloud, speaking to the Sith Lord, though no one would hear him atop the sound of the Bo-Katan's engines.

The power that Prazutis, the Lord of Lies had displayed was beyond anything that Caedyn had experienced. Such phenomenal devastation from a single attack. How many thousands were killed in that moment, falling to their deaths, removed of their free will or control over their own lives as the Sith had enforced his vile will upon Akitagrad. It was blatantly evident that Caedyn wasn't ready for that fight, unable to contend with that kind of power. Perhaps the Force had seen fit to spare him from that confrontation just yet...

"Thank you Kaine..." Caedyn looked to his Uncle, exhaling heavily as he was able to catch his breath and try to process all that was befalling the City below.

 

[Niamh Raste]

Location: Akitagrad, Wayland
Allies: VJE and Allies
Enemies: TSE and Allies
Engaging: Ingrid L'lerim and AMCO
Gear: 1 Silver-bladed Lightsaber | Circlet | Accuracy Gloves | Double Brand | Echani Moonwrought Armor

Assumptions were rarely accurate. She knew this, but it seemed these two Sith did not. It was for this reason that she had inquired of them the reason they were there rather than presuming they were there to attack. She was correct in thejr intentions, it would seem, but it was wise never to assume.

"I am not here in support of Clan Australis," she said, eyes moving between them and her own power beginning to build as she drew from what was around them. "It is fairly presumptuous of you to assume that only Clan Australis resides on this world."

No. She did not support Clan Australis. In fact she intended to kill every member of that clan personally, starting with their leader. Kaine was a war criminal many times over, but what he had dobe to her home was what upset her the most. She wouldn't stand for it, but she hadn't come in search of him either. Vengeance was an opportunistic motivation. There was far more that was important to her, like maintaining good relatioks with the Mandalorians that had helped Eshan after it had been attacked rather than falling back on an ancient blood feud that served no purpose except to see more of them dead. That was why she had come to Wayland. The arrival of the Sith had just been bad timing.

"Kaine is a war criminal and will get his due soon enough. The two of you should-"

She was cut off as the ground beneath her feet began to shake and rumble. Something was happening and it wasn't good. The ground gave way a bit and she realized, having felt the enormous power spike, that the city was sinking. She cursed under her breath and grabbed her comlink as she watched the Sith.

"Recall," was all she said.

"Command confirmed," was all she heard back before she replaced the comlink.

This was not the ideal situation. She had planned to face these Sith fairly in the terrain around them, but now someone had messed with the ground beneatb the city and had placed not only them in peril, but also the innocent civilians that resided there. It made her angry, but she controlled her temper as she always did. Unlike the Sith, she cohld manage her emotions and not act rashly.

"I wouldn't exactly call the innocent people of this city a threat to galactic stability. Would you?"

She moved then, but not towards them. No, she crouched down and put her hands on the ground and channeled the Force through her into it, stabilizing the small area around them enough that it would buy them sometime. She wanted to fight them, to kill them, but she wouldn't do it with someone else interfering, so she would let them leave this time. Everyone deserved a fair fight. She wouldn't be Echani if she didn't believe in that.

"Go," she said, "before the city takes you down with it. I won't fight you while someone else interferes."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Objective - move into the forest of horrors
Location - enroute into the forest
Allies - Darth Prazutis Cynthia Solus Skorvek Adara Raxis Mig Gred (maybe)
Enemies - R Reyn Australis K Kaine Australis

Great dark power washed Dover the area, dwarfing that of skorvek! Stardust took a moment to locate it and let a shaky breath of fear out...then however she recollected herself as she aimed her westar and fired at a few troops charging her before her free hand drew the axe she had been gutted by skorvek and slammed it into another chest as she roared out

GIVE UP YOUR FIGHT! RUN AS FAR AS YOU CAN IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE!

She hoped some would, she knew it was a mandalorians honor to not run from a fight but she hoped pride would not blind them as it did their leader. Stardust looked forward as she turned and started for the forest as she looked to her HUD and saw where cynthia was, turning around she took a deep breath and decided she needed to push them back to give her some breathing room

She focused on the force, pulling in around her from the chaos and deaths that surrounded her, air heated up rapidly grass around her blackening and then turning to ash as fire began to form. This wasn't enough for stardust she needed hotter! She focused more as the fire went from orange to a bright white, the flames began to grow hotter past that point as start pushed herself, ignoring the blaster bolts that pinged off her armor and rocked her a little.

The flames finally turned into something stardust could barely handle...plasma...the srea around her was sizzling and smoke rose as her synthetic skin on her arms began to melt away. Finally with a roar she sent forth the massive wave of plasma that scorched the earth it traveled over. She turned and ran into the forest

Her breath was ragged from the effort she put out, coming out of the tree line behind her wife her arms synthetic skin hung as it cooled. She took one step to her wife and hugged her tightly for a full minute then let go taking a deep breath

we must retreat further....theres too many even for me

 

[Skorvek]

Location: Mount Tantiss
Allies: TSE Cynthia Solus Stardust Solus Skirae Adara Raxis Darth Prazutis
Enemies: VJE R Reyn Australis

He felt Adara Raxis 's Presence near as he also felt the carnage that Darth Prazutis unleashed upon the city the bond he shared with Adara only served to strengthen the energy he was channeling in the barrier between the real world and the nether was on the verge of braking already as he unleashed on final push of power and like a rock through glass the barrier shattered and a tremendous burst of dark side power erupted like a geyser from the ground ripping and tearing open the ritual area he made was now a sizeable crater the water coming into try and fill a hole that will never close as the pit to the Netherworld was now open and all the damned souls within were welcome to come forth and fight. He had enough reserves left to do one final act his armor was singed and his arms even through the armor were just as singed but not unusable.

He called forth the Mandalorians who fell in battle and found themselves wandering the Netherworld still wearing their armor and gear that they wore the day they died climbed out of the pit and charged forth into what was left of the forest now fighting for a different purpose some of these Mandalorians may have been family and loved ones and brothers and sisters in arms in life but now they only wish one thing, to fight again and take their vengeance upon the living that wronged them and their name. Skorvek kneeled down as he was tired from what he did for now he put himself in a spot to recover his strength as these undead Mandalorians, Tuulu Cadera was also among these undead Mandalorians as they once again showed the world their fighting spirit as the pit to the Nether still steamed and smoked freshly opened like a wound that will never heal again.

 

[Darth Ledgermayne]

​

Location: Outskirts of the city
Attacking: Warchief Waddles
Objective:

The Gutretee's gaze ascended to the heavens above. Bedazzled with twinkling surefire lights of explosions, blaster fire and barrages of lightning that skittered across in rigid patterns. The very air was being torn asunder. Truly it was a spectacle to behold. With each refraction of light apon the Sith lords red crystalline body the man blinked. His red eyes shifting into focus, his brow eroding down apon his stoic but malevolent visage. The outward displayed calm but the inside was equivalent to the battles in the sky. A quiet fury constantly brewing, but never hastily shown. From base camp he strolled in his own leisure to a distant location away from his allies. His eyes never left the raging battle above. Ledgermayne was growing more distant from the battlefield and yet closer to it as well.

"M'lord?! Where are you going?" An officer of the Sith Empire shouted. A cry that landed on deaf ears. Be it a trance or some other form of concentration, Darth Ledgermayne was hooked on a singular being. A grotesque abomination of darkside power and knowledge. The triumvir of knowledge itself. Darth Voracitos . Johnathon. And though under siege by two basilisk war droids, he still could fend for himself. Neither of the Mandalorian braves that fought Voracitos understood the true extent of the siths power.

But neither did Ledgermayne. Understand. The mere word was an understatement. Ledgermayne knew.

Dropping into a deep stance, legs spread apart the Gutretee sith stank low to the sandy earth. Both fists shot into the air and his concentration shifted to the the depths of waylands earthen seas. Leaning to one side his left foot rose high and then slammed into the ground to birth a fissure. High it rose again and again. His arms tucked close to where ribs should be on his body and with a sudden jerk of movement in his ritualistic earth shaping dance the ground around him came to life. From the fissure he gouged into the surface of wayland ejected a solid pillar. Crusted over with sand, dirt and forged from solid dense stone. Its sudden appearance out of the surface of the planet stirred the winds into a frenzy, Kicking up sand. Ledgermaynes dance continued with slow strong movements and as it did the solid pillar sped toward a specific target poised to impale it and hopefully drag it the surface. A basilisk war droid and its pilot.

Lets see how brave these warriors really are.

" Johnathon, Its been too long since our last encounter on Rhen Var." Ledgermaynes mind spoke attempting to reach the man.

 

[Mig Gred]

Allies: Caedyn Arenais Niamh Raste Careena Fett Trajan Fett Adara Raxis Cynthia Solus Stardust Solus Skirae Skorvek K Kaine Australis (Yes, I know it's weird.)
Enemies: Ingrid L'lerim Darth Voracitos Lirka Ka Orion Darkstar Darth Prazutis
Gear: Lightsaber Trayc'kad, Mandalorian armor, Echani Vibrosword, Sith Vibroknife
Under command: 11 Infantry with a mixture of various refugees from TSE and former slaves, armed with various weapons (Netherhounds), Armored "division" of 3 T-1 Sluggers and 2 A-1 Frontlines (Wraith Division), 2 GF-2B Super TwinTail squadrons, 13 HA-2 Pikes

Mig felt a wave pass over his, and would quickly use a neutral Force Blast to give himself some room to run. He knew something was wrong, and he had to run, now! He looked back to where the Netherhounds had run and quickly went to follow, but.... It started to happen. The ground began to break up. He could see a pair of T-1's running as fast as they could as Pike's flew above to perform a hot pickup. One grabbed it's tank and quickly pulled out, but the street began to open, and the tank fell into the maw of stone that seemed to form there. Mig began to jump between forming cracks, using the Force to propel himself quicker.

Further ahead, the Netherhounds were in a race against time.

"Get the civilians aboard the Pikes! There's only 43 of us left, and we can pack them in. Come on!" The pods were only rated for twenty people, but they were throwing as many as they could in. They had too! They had to save as many.... “Poodoo! Hurry!” The ground began to open up around them, and many of volunteer marines, the family that had been formed, were swallowed by the cracking of the earth beneath them.

“We have to take off! Hang on!”

“But Mig....”

“Wouldn’t want us dead waiting. We have to get these civvies....”

“There he is!” How exactly Mig had run through so much was even beyond him. It was like their was something keeping him safe. Whatever it was though, the Mandalorian was thankful for it. But one step, he slipped. He was about to join his father, his mentor, and many others in his clan in the Manda, but a line soon wrapped his wrist. He was pulled up by a fellow Gred, heaved into the crew pod of the HA-2 as is raced away. Now in safety though, he finally broke.

The weight of all the deaths. Of everything. It hit him at once. The Dathomirie commander quickly tried to shake him out of his haze as Mig tried to come to grips with what happened. He could tell the others were gone. He’d said he’d get them out and he... he failed.... Osik.... The Sith... they could...? Anger seemed to begin to boil up. He was ready to just rain lightning on the face of the battlefield. To just... whip them out in his anger! But then... a voice....

“Mig....” Ilik? “Remember who you are Alor. Don’t let war change who you are kid. I know you’re angry, but you can’t use that. You know as well as me what it can lead too.”

“I-Ilik!”

“No Mig. It me. Ollen.” Mig looked at the Dathomirie he had given the rank of command. He just panted there. Was that...? The pilot meanwhile called out to the Eshan ship above the city, not having time to look at IDs.

“Echani vessel, this is Signet 3. Please, we need somewhere to land. We’re packed to the gills with civvies and soldiers. Please.”