The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)

[Graf's Archive Account]

Post: II
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Franc Kotrag"] | [member="Geloyra Malleus"]
DULVOYINN, THE DEEP CORE
New Jedi Order Forward Outpost

Nataya listened intently as the old knight told her exactly what she wanted. Sith activity? And apparently there was a blockade going on at Atrisia, if this was enough to garner the attention of the New Jedi Order enough to send a detachment of Knights to assist, then it would be worth her attention as well. Her thoughts were pierced by the speaking of the knight once again.

"Pardon, but I do believe we've yet to officially meet. I am Knight Qel-Droma. And you are?"

It took her but a second to answer, rather excitedly to be honest. "Padawan Nataya Graf. It's a pleasure to meet you, Knight Qel-Droma." Nataya greeted, giving him a bow. She quickly glanced to her side when she sensed another person enter the room, he was a dark-skinned male with black hair that didn't look much older than she herself was. Nataya watched as he respectfully nodded to both of them and introduced himself. Smiling, Nataya greeted him with a nod back.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Planetside; Atrisia.
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Atrisia was all ancient mixed with the new. The crumbling brick and mortar of old libraries sparingly interchanged by futuristic aerial infrastructure for the speeders; the old and new in juxtaposition was no weaker defined in one of the local train hubs.

A super-loop brought by Iron Crown to the Atrisian capital represented the new, the dirt and grime of the station itself... the old.

Made Locke wonder what the Atrisians themselves thought of it. Hell, made Locke wonder if the Atrisians had any say on anything for that matter. Case in point: the Alliance swooping in on the Sith presence orbiting over the world. Apparently a Sith Warlord controlling the commonwealth for the past decade... the lingering presence of possible war criminals hidden by the Sith factions, when did the Atrisians lose their right for self-determination?

Was it when the old Emperor Akio had to seek shelter from the Republic and the Protectorate with the Fringe Confederation? Was it when the One Sith came knocking, once the Fringe was out of the picture?

Did any of it really matter?

Not for Ely, he supposed. The SIS wasn't paying him to think -- not about these matters, at least -- all they wanted for him was to investigate leads and chase 'em when it was necessary. A different case in point: the presence of several bountied Sith war criminals on Atrisia itself. The agent hadn't been expecting the Alliance to roll in with the cavalry though. Already his commlink was flooding with chatter, he frowned and disabled it six seconds in. It was giving him a headache.

Last thing he picked up was the fact that there were shield generators keeping the Alliance proper out. It meant that his current job would have to wait, at least for now.

He sighed, before turning around and climbing back up the stairs, up and up to the streets. It was still busy here- the people weren't yet aware of what was happening over their heads... over their planets. At least not the sheer scale of it all. But that would change soon, would be better to get off the streets and heading in the right direction before then.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Post 5

~Command Deck~

"Excellent. We are within range. Alliance has supplied sensor data on the shield Generator and projectors over the capital." Tet Vizla slumped in his chair as he watched the data scroll across his viewscreen. "Load Plasma Torpedoes into the missile batteries and fire on the primary location. Have Ter Diljira and Calyr be Gar fire Ion Torpedoes into the gap. It won't kill and the Alliance will be happy about that. Have weapon batteries reorient The Bes'drahr were built to counter such a vessel, they might as well do their job." Turbolaser, Energy Siphon, and Mass Driver shells stitched across space aimed at the direction of [member="Darth Erebos"] and his ships. With the shields out of the way, the Alliance fleet well outclassed the defense forces, even with the arrayed Sith Lords in orbit. From Tet's count, they had two Star Destroyers, three Light Destroyers, one cruiser, and three escorts.

The Mandalorian Fleet was a little outclassed in the long run by the arrayed vessels, but for the moment the Galactic Alliance was engaging the Single Star Destroyer that was supremely outgunned and outclassed by Admiral [member="Sieb Tevv"] in a fashion that Draco would have assumed they were going to ram the Star Destroyer into the Alliance Command ship as there best way to cause any sort of pain. "Target the weakspot that the Alliance analyzed and open fire with full volleys." Missiles cut through the void, at the head a set of shieldbusters, behind, a swarm of Ion torpedoes. The goal was simple, overload a very small section of shield over the shield generator with forty eight assault grade shieldbuster warheads, and slip through the gap with sixty four capital grade ion torpedoes turning the shield generator into the galaxy's biggest paperweight. It was a tight shot, but viable.

~Drop Bay~

Draco glared at his communicator sourly. She was still mad, but of course there was something she was picking at.

//To: [member="Faith Organa"]

I was in a hurry is all. I'll have someone clean it up when I get back from liberating this planet. I thought we lived in a palace and owned servant droids is all.

//End.

It was a bit more snarky than he had originally intended, but it was already sent now. It wasn't like anything he could have said would have made the situation any better. "Volgrim, landing parties are ready?" He asked, flipping the communicator closed and slipping into a pocket. Anything Faith needed to tell him would appear on his HUD anyway.

"Aye Alor. We have the first wave ready and tac'd out for the assault. Its gonna get rough if the Galactic Alliance doesn't clean up that lone Star Destroyer and its corvette escorts with their huge fething fleet though." The massive man shrugged, his Trakar'gam moving fluidly with him, the massive axe on his back almost made him too large to fit through bulkheads. "The Solus Nek are itching to hit the ground like a storm. The Alliance won't like them, or the Cult on the ground, but, pretty doesn't get jobs done."

"Sounds good. Offer the Solus Nek launch torps to get to the ground, I don't want them flying too close to our formations." The Jarl waved a hand at someone who darted off to tell the disgraced warriors of the Solus Nek they were being given their own transport to the ground when the time came. No doubt he would be greeted and dismissed with silence from the warriors. As revered as they were, they were nameless, honorless, soul-less warriors with nothing to live for by a glorious death or a glorious kill. Unlike the Cult who were loud and boisterous, openly talking about eating their victims, the Solus Nek would sit and fight in silence.

"Once the shield comes down, there is going to be a hell of a fight. I'm looking forward to it." The Jarl's beard-clasped clanked on his brestplate, the titan of Clan Vereen made everyone around him seem like a child. Even the massive bulk of Sklor and his Yuzzem shamans were a few inches shorter than he was.

~Command Deck~

"Reload Ion Missiles and target ground installations as they fire. I don't want anything getting off more than one shot. We'll let the Bes'drahrs take the beating. They are only good for getting hit and bombardments once the ships are out of the way. Alliance group Fondor, you can join us whenever you like." Tet was going to have some fun with this. From initial sensor scans, one group of a Star Destroyer, three cruisers, and three escorts were advancing on the Alliance group to engage at close range, and there was a second group holding position over the planet of three ships. He was engaging the three ships at close range where his guns couldn't really miss, so it should be fun. Yeah, there was a risk of planetary weapons opening up, but that was what batteries of Ion missiles were for, and Feedback shields were popular on Mandalorian vessels. To the Alliance, Tet could probably explain the immense energy lash as the Planetary weapons being destroyed by their own generators.

Vulcan cannons and flak cannons began streaming deadly firepower at the enemy fleet, doing their job of tearing through enemy escorts and fighters, which the Mandalorian Fleet was kitted to kill in massive groups, energy siphon cannons would keep regenerating the Mandalorian vessel's shields, and the Mandalorian fighters aimed to tear across the back line of the enemy fleet, spearheaded by the Beskar plated Rekali Bombers strafing Intruder Missiles into the rear of what Tet could only assume were Kevn-class Cruisers. The eight Shaadlar-Type corvettes formed up on the Kandosii, adding their firepower into the Dreadnoughts as they targeted the center vessel, each Bes'drahr hammering a vessel on either side of it.

Ships and Stuff

Spoiler

CVC Kandosii-Type Dreadnought Drahr
Shaadlar-Type II Corvettes (8)
Ra'gr-class Superiority Fighters (72)
XS-115 "Naast" Mandalorian Missile Boats (36)
Rekali-class Space Superiority Fighters (24)
Kitted with 6 Cannons, 2 Flex-Tube Launchers, 2 Light Repeating Mass Driver Turrets, Bomb Bay (15 Proton Torpedos)
Hecr-class Sentry Fighters (10)
To Vhin-class Electronic Warfare Fighters (10)
Cobra-class Gunships (6)

CVB Bes'drahr-Type Battleship Te'r Diljira
Kitted with Primary Super Heavies/Secondary Vulcans

CVB Bes'drahr-Type Battleship Calyr be Gar
Kitted with Primary Super Heavies/Secondary Vulcans

CVS Warden-class Sentinel Frigate Witch Sight

[member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Ostanes"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Zark"] [member="Vilin"] [member="Lady Shambleau"] @Shield Generator Folks

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

While [member="HK-36"] was busy calling a somewhat excessive number of people, Firemane took stock of the situation. Unfortunately, the droid had not been able to provide a lot of information about the present standoff, but some enquiries and use of its own intelligence service enabled Firemane to ascertain that the Galactic Alliance had deployed or was in the process of deploying substantial naval assets.


As a tier six corporation, Firemane had access to a large fleet, but though it possessed powerful warships, it was not an invasion fleet that could not be deployed to a far away planet on a whim. It was there to protect Tygara, Arkas and Firemane's commercial interests. Besides, this one was unable to bludgeon [member="Valiens Nantaris"] into fleeting for her.


Thusly, one Vigilance-class frigate and two Frontier-class corvettes were mobilised. The Vigilance was heavily armed for a frigate, whilst its low profile made it a small target for enemy ships, whilst the Frontiers could provide flak and fighter support. Thusly, after an indeterminate period of time, the small flotilla entered hyperspace in the void above Dahomey. Naturally Auntie Siobhan just had to say farewell to her niece, who was a bit of a trouble magnet.


"You know your orders, Elpsis. Don't antagonise the Jedi, don't death charge every single Sith you see." One could imagine Siobhan using a very lecturing tone, bit like a principal instructing a pupil.


There was a sigh. "Yes, Auntie."


"And don't lose more body parts. You're spending way too much time in the hospital."


"Isn't that a case of the pot calling the kettle? Do as you say, not as you do?"


"Don't be naughty, and just do as you're told, girl."


Another sigh. "Yes, auntie. I'll be careful. Remember, I've got the Great White Wolf protecting me."


"Uh, yeah, whatever. Now be a good girl."


"Would you like me to bring back a Sith scalp?"


Communications quality was not the best, but the redhead could still see the glare Siobhan shot her. Her aunt was quite easy to troll. "No. We're a civilised faction. Now get going. May the Force serve you well." Thusly, the ships made the jump.

 

[Mythos]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ylyqoxh-cXk
With the force now fully engulfing Mythos he began to levitate above his legions with the flag of the brotherhood and the axe held high. The men cheered in berserk rage, their king unleashed an ability while in the air called a war shout. It was a special kind of force shout Mythos had perfected while he was king before that eliminated the essence of fear in those who heard it. The eyes of the thousands of soldiers were filled with bloodlust, his army began to grow even larger as civilians with personal weapons boasted their ranks with each passing moment... Every second the Atrisian army was allowed to stand in formation was a second they grew stronger and better armed with new technology from allies being added every passing moment.

Mythos focused on the force just slightly, the massive amount of power the artifacts he held gave him allowed him to levitate almost unconsciously, it wasn't too hard to levitate over his men while stationary. He reached to his wrist as the comunicator showed him a hologram of the orbit and how Mandalorian strike cruisers with a symbol he recognized came into veiw. There a smile on Mythos' face that was worth all the credits in the galaxy. "Veeren... Come to wage war with me again have you?..." When he laughed his voice was almost distorted, there was something off about his voice. He was awash with the power of the darkside and it seemed to grow with every passing second as did his rage, the amulet of Kun already making him dive deep into the darkside to a point where his morality before would not allow him to tread. He contacted the Atrisian navy that had been un-engaged as of now. The Wyrrlock Star Destroyer known as the Decimus and the Fleet of the 550 Yovshin frigates was currently idle...

Fresh troops.

"This is Mythos to Orbital command"

"Come in My lord, we read you loud and clear"

With a couple of buttons pressed Mythos had the order given via signals to the frigate fleet to begin powering their main weapons. "All power to weapons, engage and destroy the Mandalorian fleet but do not engage the Alliance... not yet"

The smile upon the Admiral of the Decimus was one of pure evil. The man loved his job but he loved to end lives even more... it was part of the reason he got the promotion from fleet captain to Admiral of a the star destroyer. "Consider it done my lord, planetary defenses are already engaging them we should have no problems making their day a bad one"

"Do not fail me Admiral... The fate of billions of lives rest in your hands."
-end transmission-

As he turned to the sky he thought to send a single message to a Mandalorian he knew before.

"Come Dragon... Let us do battle one more time before you die"
Suddenly the ground shook, not just because of Mt. Giju but because of a massive attack that shattered the shield generators into dust. it would be an issue to survive orbital bombardments now but Jar'Kai itself still had a shield over it thanks to the palace as did some other cities.


For context, Mythos and Draco had fought in the field of battle before on Naboo many years ago. In that battle Draco had been victorious and proven himself the better fighter. That was years ago and Mythos had gotten the promotion to Sith Knight only shortly before, now... things were slightly different.
[member="Draco Vereen"]​

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Personal ship outside of the Atrisian System
Post 2
Enemies
Allies [member="Draco Vereen"] - looking for a GA POC

Faith was looking over the plans for Hyogo ancestral home of Togashi Yokuni, aka Garith Darkhold among other names. She remembered the day they went for the life celebrations it was interesting to see the different way that Arabella and Garith had been brought up compared to herself, and Theo. She sighed just as her comm went off

She looked down at the message and laughed

//encrypted message

Really? In such a hurry that you can't walk the 5 feet from the bedroom to the clothes hamper to put the dirty clothes in it? And the droids may be here for convenience but I thought you didn't want to be 'looked after'

Just another reason to run out the door for war I would say...what tired of being home?

//end message

Faith hit send she wasn't mad that he went off to help the Alliance she was frustrated that he couldn't stop and pick up his fething socks from the floor!!!! FETH!!!! he was a grown man kark it all...

can't pick up socks...in a hurry....its not like all her stuff was flung all over the room...

Faith growled, "Let's find someone within the Alliance to talk to about Hyogo"

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn walked the length of the trenches. Inspecting the depth, looking for weak points. They had e-webs set up among sandbags, some were being placed in small bunkers. Over a thousand troops strong held the shield generator. Causstik's troops were holding the east side. They were strong, brash, but dependable. They would get the job done.

Causstik was approached by one of his many chieftains. "Sir what do we do with our ships? They are our livelihood!"

Causstik propped his elbow on one arm and rubbed his chin, studying the scene; pondering the risk to reward ratio. The ships were behind the trenches, and his troops would not fail. They were safe and he decided the king and his Sith allies would pay well. "We will use the ship cannons as artillery. Ready the turbo lazers and prepare the flak gunsss. I want snipers atop those vesselsss to!" Causstik barked and the chieftain raced to do his bidding.

He climbed atop another vessel and withdrew a pair of binoculars. He studied the landscape carefully then hailed another chief on his holocomm. "I want a bed of mines in the no man's land. Get to it now!" The giant lizard barked and was pleased when almost 2 platoons raced outwards and began digging holes for small bombs...

Post 3
Shield generator, Eastern front

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]

Location: Field of Blades, Netherworld. Sole Enemy: Ember Rekali The battles of real space pleased Kezeroth. Death made him bitter so very much and he did not like other ghosts messing up Galactic Chess of Conquer. " Ember..." he said through his teeth. His spectral fists balled tight. The field of blades was vast and yet he knew exactly where Embers little camp was. He was the only ghost that actually camped out. "You scheme and mettle! Im sick of it! " he shouted from several meter away and leaped into the air ready to smash the old man into bits... or eh force dust. "Stop messing with poodoo!" he screamed

Ember leaped to meet him. Kezeroth outmassed him, by whatever imagination or strange matter made up the substance of a ghost, but momentum was as much about speed as about mass. He aimed to slam an elbow into the Gen'Dai's chest in an explosion of darkness that might or might not erode said substance. The elbow strike would be the main point of contact between each man's equal and opposing momentum.

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Meanwhile [member="Ostanes"] still had a voice in his head. Well, not a voice so much as a spell, a whispered chant that burrowed its way through the underlayers of his mind. Through the dark foundations that supported Ostanes, or Obeah, or both, or neither. The chant, if it really got embedded, might eventually distract the possessing spirit, numb its connection to Ostanes' body, perhaps set up opportunities for the alchemist to become more aware of his possession and gain greater control.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Theme​

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Location: Graug Hallow, Foot of Mount Giju (5 miles from Shield Generator)
Post: 2/20
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance
Allies: The Dominion, The Graug

The mute slaves scurried away with the throne as their dark master stepped down to the ground. The slave blood was running in thick rivers towards the center of the ritual circle, a depression in the earth where the crimson water pooled under Vulcanus' boots. A twisted smile formed and a clawed hand moved to the Yoda Species skull swaying by a hook on Vulcanus' belt. Pulling Tefka's skull from its place, The Sith slammed the head down into the center of the crimson pool before unsheathing The Inferno and holding it high in the air.

"Kraujas ir skeletas, saud ir nuozmus. Tave ikuny iv jri sajun eilija kia tave ginklas iv jri laikas!" The blade fell, shattering the crown of the skull as it drove through the bone. The darkside pulsed through the bone and rippled the crimson pool, the skull shriviling away into a black husk as the blood of the innocent washed away the purity of the soul that'd once claimed it. The pool of blood began to spin, a vortex forming around the skull as the rivers of blood began feeding more rapidly into it.

"Tave kraujas iv tave dirt sekleti akcij tave dirva!" Vulcanus' voice shook the caverns, his sword sparking to life with a purple flame as if awakened by his voice. The unholy fire spun around the handle, moving down the blade until the twister of flames had encircled the entirety of both the skull and the sword.

Four Graug priests took up positions around the ritual circle, chanting in Sith tongue as they rasied their hands in prayer. The second phase had begun and it would continue until each priest had completed his duty in the ritual. The first of the priests reached into a pouch on his robes and pulled from it a fistfull of wet dirt, worms and maggots squirmed about in the soil in attempt to escape. Holding its calwed hand out over the spinning vortex, the priests closed his fist tight. Yellow guts squeezed out between his fingers, falling into the blood with a sudden rush of power that pulsed through the very ground.

The caverns shifted, sending a shockwave in every direction that shook the ground for dozens of miles. Buildings rocked. Trees bounced and a Mt. Giju flared...

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Serena Bouie"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

It was not long before the Sith apprentice's batteries were prepared for another volley, as he looked over the holomap of the battle occurring in space he easily found his target. "There" He pointed to the Mandalorian fleet led by [member="Draco Vereen"]. Immediately he keyed in his comm unit to all of the W-165's scattered over the city. "All batteries, firing coordinates are being uploaded to your terminals, adjust your guns and prepare to fire."

Malakai plotted another firing volley, this time directly for the Mandlorian's Kandosii-Type Dreadnought. He waited until all of the Gun positions chimed in that they were prepared to fire. Once again the Sith brought up the controls to toggle the planetary shields. He opened his comm link before exhaling, giving himself to the Force once again. He recalled his master's training and focused on his main battery. "Fire..."

The batteries let loose once again, this time Malakai exhaled softly as the rounds flew into space, without a moment to spare he toggled the shields off, opening his eyes to see that all of the blasts passed through once again. One...two...three...four...five. The shields were brought back online once the last of the rounds was through, he watched as they made their way towards the Mandalorian fleet.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] @Mythos @Sieb Tevv [member="Warden T. Abroms"] [member="Kruel Zing"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] [member="Darth Mephirium"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

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Nuyen City, Atrisia several kilometers south of Jar'Kai. Nuyen's Shakatu district runs along the waters edge. Here is where most of Nuyen's economy comes from, shipping, and taxing those who ship through their waters and space. Shakatu is run down and has been in decline for awhile although somehow it still clings to life. Dotting the district are your typical signs of life, temples, businesses, food stands and residences. Down beneath the city lay some abandoned underground rail, there a station once known as Choji Station still breathes life to those who work the shadows, the Runners. It is here that the Runners make their home, live, and watch as the galaxy around them goes to war. At least, until today when the war came to them...

"Flika." Min Saigon says quietly her holographic form is weaker than it has been in previous transmissions. Ria Misrani or Flika rolls off the dilapidated sofa with little more than a thud. The hardwood floors were rotting but beneath them laid duracrete, and honestly, Ria wasn't sure if the duracrete or the wood hurt more. She groaned a little with Min repeating her slave name, "Flika, wake up."

The Runner got to her feet and pulled her leather jacket off of the sofa and threw it around her arms, flipping her matted hair out from the collar she looked at the holographic Doe. "At your service," she sighed and then watched as the holographic view of Min faded and another came into place, "what the feth..." She says letting her jaw drop, the situation above ground was far more dire than she realized. "Well ring my bells and call me a Wookie's uncle, so what do you need from me?"

"Generators need to come down, Flika. Take what you can and go here, our client is paying good money for you to complete the job." Min remarks, "and Flika."

Ria arches a brow, "yes?"

"We'll be relocating our headquarters, torch the place when you leave and I'll do the rest." Min instructs and then fades out, Ria was never one for bonding over places or things so she takes what she has on her. Racket bites, slicer kit, utility belt, satchel and her blaster vest before ditching the station and doing as instructed. Accelerants were in the broom closet and so she got to work pouring it all over the station and headed for the exit, from there she threw a single match that had come with the accelerants. She then broke the Choji Station metrocard and made her way to the emergency stairs, she broke open the door with a solid kick and walked out to see that Atrisia wasn't messing around. "Leave it to karkin' me to be in this kinda mess," she sighs and digs around in her satchel.

Thumbing through a tablet she began to walk toward a data tower hoping to piggy back onto a signal and get in touch with someone who wasn't on the ground, while she tried to figure out where exactly she was going to go. [member="Ajira Cardei"]'s signature came up, well, comlink ping, but the slicer had seen it enough to know who it was and so she sent a message out to the older woman. "Biscuits?" Followed up with, "where's the blue milk?" Along with a map asking for details, "already at the supermarket just need to know where you want me to go."

Looking up she noticed a military drone, police, but still. She ducked out of its way and into an alley, throwing her satchel to her back she shimmied up a fire escape. Ria needed to get a better view of the city and from the ground that view was zilch. At the top, the blonde took a breath and winced. She really had to exercise more and lay off the Wookie cakes. Walking toward the edge of the roof, she looked up to see the planetary shields and then walked to another side of the roof. Nuyen police - chit. Ria tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear while she waited for a response.

 

[Kruel Zing]

Allies: [member="Phoebus"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Tarok"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Jagger Fuga"]
Enemies: GA & Allies [member="Ajira Cardei"]

Objective: Nom on Jedi

Walking down the alley his long strides crossing the distance easily Kruel smirked. “He had heard the command from Mepherium but there was one key problem with it, Kruel did not obey Mepherium. Kruel was his own person, while others could be loyal to Cyril and his Dominion, Kruel was there for his own benefit. For the benefit of his people, of his own followers. Kruel’s years were limited and he didn’t plan to spend them licking the boots of another Sith. Looking down upon the body as he neared Kruel watched her begin to crawl away the one problem was the lack of emotions. No, not even professional soldiers could be completely void of those emotions such as pain from being hit by the blast. There wasn’t even a hint of malice, no this one was different and the fact Kruel couldn’t feel anything from them unsettled him.


Releasing a warning growl Kruel watched her begin to crawl into the kitchen. Part of the Dashade wished to run directly in, pluck the women from the ground and personally feast upon her flesh. Yet that was foolishness and such thoughts had led to the downfall of both Jedi and Sith alike. There was a better way to draw out a rat then giving chase. You simply destroyed everything around them. Large hands raising Kruel let the force surge through his body. His being hummed with the power granted by the populace of Atrisia. Bringing them together in thunder clap Kruel channeled the power forming it into a wave capable of destroying the building which the women fled into.

The air would hum as the wave was released colliding with the entrance she had retreated through. The wave would tear apart the duracrete, along with whatever other materials the building had been created from. Everything turning to a lethal shrapnel that could possibly kill the individual inside. Not only that he would’ve effectively destroyed a large portion of the building bottom floor causing whatever remained to begin crumbling.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

He clenched his fist. Once. And then again. Over and over. The tightness of the gauntlet, each wrapping metal around fist, was ever apparent. But he could never forget the raised edges of those scars, circling on his palms. Scars upon scars, new upon old. It was important to remember, to invoke that sense of failure so that he may steer clear of it once more. At least, that was the mantra he repeated to himself as he stirred from rest.

He had long been removed from his duties as Marshall. It was easier to wall up on Sulon or find comfort on swamp worlds, lightyears away. But he couldn't hide and more importantly, he wouldn't. There was a sacrifice made, some time ago, and redemption was offered in the bowels of Selvaris through pure happenstance. He refused to continue on without affect. Without any outward ripple, it would have all been for nothing. He recalled that analogy and metaphor, once spoken in the cages of Sullust that hung heavy over the fires. That he was simply the ship, without oar, caught in the ripples of anothers life. It seemed poetic at the time but for all that came to fruition, he could never imagine the wreckage that he would embody. He grew stubborn in his resolve to be a broken thing, constantly running out to fight when it was the wrong course of action. Forever caught in the ripple and turmoil. But no more.

He would fight. But for a different reason now. And once he figured it out, he'd be all the better.

Cutting a turn, he strode into the locker room, already donning the Vanguard Armor. It was a symbol, a cross-hair on the back of the Marshalls and soldiers who wore it. To pull the fire and the attention. It always seemed to match his clumsy style. Like a bull in an atrisian shop. And clapping the locker door open, he pulled out various pieces of equipment that he might need for this incursion. A rifle. A pistol. A lightsaber. Other knick-knacks. All unremarkable in design and capability. And closing the door loudly, he broke up the feeling in the room. The sort he couldn't place but had just the slightest tinge of mopey.

"You gonna talk about it or ya gonna do it?" He looked towards Jacen and Adele. "The Sith aren't going to detain themselves."

Striding out of the locker room, he made his way to the bay of the ship. They'd be there soon enough, he wagered. Otherwise, he might just stand around awkwardly, waiting for something happen. "Well, they are Sith...maybe they will detain themselves."

[member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

ALLIES NEARBY: Sith Forces and Friends, [member="Akuma"]​

ENEMIES NEARBY: Galactic Alliance and Friends​

It seemed as if Dravis had blinked, and the situation had grown dire. The Alliance an Mandos were on a warpath, and the Sith were trapped on Atrisia. Only problem was that the Sith undoubtedly had the power to break said trap. It was as if they were using a womp rat snare to catch a Rondo. A rather fruitless endeavor.

Dravis listened to his Master, [member="Kruel Zing"], before he blasted off. Oh, how he wished he could do that. One day. He was left with [member="Akuma"] and [member="Seria Ventreme"], and the former quickly made herself scarce, running off to do the Master's bidding. He would follow, stepping assuredly and confidently, in no hurry, unlike his brutish equal. Or, he would have, if he hadn't gotten stuck.

Dravis cussed to himself as a stray nail caught on his cloak. The Bith took a deep breath, stepped backward a moment to unhook himself, and continued onward, angry.

Dravis' temper simmered as he strolled through the streets of the capital, simply taking in the scenery. Eventually, he got within eyesight of Akuma, who had seemingly engaged the enemy. Dravis marveled at her willingness to jump into the conflict. Of course, he could just watch her, see if she fell in battle; one less competitor for the Eye. But that would be counter-intuitive to what any Sith order had to do to survive. There was strength in numbers, and having an extra saber around would always be useful.

As the young Sith fought, she would find that her enemies were sluggish, sometimes erratic. Their blasters would be knocked out of their hands by an invisible force, and their feet would be pulled from under them. Upon close inspection of the area, she would find Dravis crouched in the threshold of a building, messing with her enemies.

Even if their views conflicted, that didn't mean they couldn't make one karking good team.

-@errybody-

 

[Enma Jayss]

The Hybrid had followed her master diligently, silently. The calmness that her expressions usually carried was now replaced by a seriousness, a deep form of concentration and still she was devoid of any nervousness, any mental debilitation. Enma kept all of her senses on the pitch of their capacity, making an effort on knowing as much as she could of the situation in the exterior of the palace. She had also payed attention to [member="Darth Mephirium"] 's words to the other Lords but in her opinion, it was not her place to speak back then and it wasn't right now. Today she stood in an unfamiliar world to serve her Master and to probably die serving him. And she was fine with that.

She saw her fellow apprentices leave as her Master delivered his commands. Then it was finally her turn. She listened attentively, her eyes instinctively posing themselves where she new her Master's would be. She was to shelter the civilians who did not wish to partake in the defense of her world's independence. She nodded once. "As you command, My Lord. I will be reporting back to you." Her voice might have been harmonious in melody but it was devoid of any tone, any exuberance. She knew she needed to keep her emotions tightly restrained. She might need them to fuel her power later on.

She shortly bowed, before parting ways and heading out to heed her Master's order. Soon enough she was walking the capital's streets, faces of uncertainty and fear surrounding her. She was not the most social or vocal beings of them all but she knew how to guide people who found themselves chained by these feelings. "People of Atrisia! Today your world will decides its fate. Today, you fight for your freedom and your customs. And we are here to fight with you against the ones who wish to gain control over your planet, you home. Volunteers who wish to fight for Atrisia today must now go to join your military. As for the ones who seek protection, the underground shelters shall soon be opened. Spread this message to your friends, your neighbors. Let Atrisians rise to defend their freedom."

The Hybrid then kept on moving, some people deciding to tag along as though she was some sort of ethereal protection. She found the entrance to the nearest shelter through the holo-map she held and as soon as she opened the door, women, children and men started filing in keeping their close ones near. It did not take long for the first shelter to become full and she instructed the people when to close the door before continuing her move.

[member="Darth Malakai"]
[member="Grace Darkson"]
[member="Kruel Zing"]
[member="Alecandria"]

 

[Sieb Tevv]

SPACE

The left side of Sieb's face went numb and drooped. He opened his mouth to speak, but the tongue felt thick and sluggish.

"Our escorts are taking a beating from those planetary cannons, sir. Redresser's shields are critical!"

He stared at the tac screen, still displaying the massive unidentified fleet. His vision went in and out of focus. Why was it so hard to breathe?

"Sir?" His XO, Nanb, a fellow Sullustan. The voice sounded distant. Strange.

A sharp, wrenching pain flared inside the Admiral. He clutched at his chest, sight going dark.

* * *

"Admiral Tevv, are you alright? Can you hear me?"

The black haze resolved and he made out an orderly. "What- what happened."

"You suffered a minor cardiac arrest. We had to carry you out of the bridge. You're in the medbay now. Sir- sir! I'm going to need you to sit back down. You need medical attention."

Sieb shrugged off the orderly's protests, but sat back down. "I can rest after the battle. Bring me a commlink and give me some privacy."

* * *

At the bridge, Executive Officer Nanb commanded the task force to maneuver in such a manner as to interpose the ships of Admiral Fuga between them and the planetary cannons. The task force started pummeling the smaller fleet with all manner of weaponry at their disposal, including using the electronic warfare ships to disrupt comms and sensor communication between the enemy star fighters and main vessels. The turbo laser batteries avoided firing on the flagship for fear of injuring the Alliance marines currently boarding the craft. Instead they launched hearty salvos against the corvettes and cruiser.

As for the Alliance Marines, each soldier wore magboots and full environmental seals. Flushing the atmosphere from ship compartments didn't slow them down, since magboots were built with the express intention of preserving footing in exactly this sort of situation. They began to advance on the enemy, using detcord to surgically blow open blast doors and concussion grenades to clear rooms. They'd take the ship, piece by piece if they had to.

[member="Jagger Fuga"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Vilin"] | [member="Darth Malakai"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Enemies: [member="Phoebus"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Tarok"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Kruel Zing"]

Alllies: GA & Allies [member="Ajira Cardei"]

Atrisia is one place Spencer really wasn’t too fond of. With her own history with the planet to right about now. She had found herself separated from Ajira, which was an odd thing to happen. Once the two were together, they were together. Spencer had a huge stake in the woman’s company, among other things they had formed some sort of friendship, but this was all just for show. There was something deeper, something that not many would comprehend. Ajira was just another face of her wife and well, till death do you part right? Soul mates, etc etc. Anyways, Spencer found herself down an alley that was separated by a thick chunk of building.

She had picked up Ajira’s sense for the most part and this quickly lead the empath to the right location. The bonus part of being a force user, an empath and well someone who has played with flow walking and the like, you get this odd sensitivity to gut feelings. It was in this moment, that one of those gut feelings decided to rear its ugly head. Spencer opened the door to the building Ajira had been hiding out in, quickly with the pull of the force, Spencer pulled the woman’s body towards her. Open arms and an umph, Spencer caught the woman and created a protective barrier around them, protecting them from the crashing wave that demolished the building.

The dust from the building doing its building thing, gave Spencer a chance to hide for the most part. Time to use the environment and make haste. “Let’s go, I’m not going to lose you here again and I honestly really don't want to come face to face with what is chasing you.” Helping the woman to her feet Spencer dragged her along quickly.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Kruel Zing"]

Further choices about revelation and survivability were interrupted as a telekinetic grip settled around Ajira. She found herself pulled to Spencer, shielded, dragged along limping.

"Strong telekinetic," she said. "Maybe tutaminis -- I nailed him a few times with a blaster, and nothing. This way." She indicated another deserted market street, this one more in line with the direction she'd originally wanted to go. "You ever meet Graxin Rade? I think I feel him here, but dark. Someone worth talking to. My gut says this way."

Her hands ached for a weapon, anything. She should have grabbed a knife or something from the kitchen, and her blaster was long gone. In passing, she snatched up a chair from the front of another restaurant and tore off a leg. It would have to do.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Epdg2eGNsSc[/media]​

Apparently it was on this day that the fates chose to make history and shock Prazutis to the very core.

Instead of returning home he jumped to a rendezvous point where a force of ships under none other than [member="Darth Carnifex"] lay in wait for him. It was here that his long time mentor and friend once more shocked his world to the very core in two ways. First by agreeing to his return to Atrisia following contact by a certain agent of a certain faction Truthfully hearing about that call coming in on his channels was shocking enough, and even more shocking at how reasonable it sounded. Secondly Kaine shocked him once more by revealing that he was leaving the Pacanth Reach, there was a lot he needed to ponder and even more business he needed to attend to.

So in Kaines absence he would be Emperor.

"As the Crown Prince you are not only the heir to my crown but my legacy. I trust only you to rule as Emperor, to wear my crown until the time of my return, to lead our people to success in my stead. But as my last edict before I depart Braxus, return to Atrisia, do what must be done." The words of Kaine hung in his mind as he replied readily with "I will my lord. But Kaine, when you do come back I'll be waiting to place this back on you. Panatha needs Kaine Zambrano." just like that Kaine was gone, leaving a force of ships, and the Apostolic Crown in his stead. Kaine had that effect on people, it only took a mere exchange with the man for him to shock the world. The impact he made by his words, his actions, even just by his appearance was monumental. It was this reason why Prazutis sat aboard the bridge of Manticore, one of two Dark Blade-Class Dreadnaughts present long since secured by House Zambrano even before the fall of the One Sith.

Prazutis sat with the crown in his hands spinning the ornate symbol carefully running his fingers over the inset rubies. While Xithyl the Ascended Hierophant of the Vornskr'ei stood before him "His Majesty has blessed me with the authority to conduct this ceremony, are you ready my lord?" The man said. Prazutis nodded then and stood up from his throne, handing the crown to Xithyl before kneeling down before the man while the entire room crowded with crew, the immediate area surrounded with holograms of the ruling Conclave of Canthar and the Royal War Council, every one of the highest ranking officials in the Panathan Empire were present here in some form and as the hierophant rose the crown into the air the entire chamber became as silent as a tomb.

"Braxus Zambrano. By the grace of his majesty Majesty Kaine Zambrano: From this day until the time of his return you shall be addressed as His Imperial and Royal Apostolic Majesty, Emperor Braxus Zambrano I, King of Panatha, Bunduki, Ravaath, Sorimow, and Thule, Grand Duke of Canthar, Highreach, the Underhold, Harom, and God-King of all the Epicanthix." Xithyl emphatically proclaimed aloud, placing the crown slowly down upon his head while every single soul in the chamber knelt in fealty to their God-King. Prazutis stood then wearing his full armor without the helmet, the picture perfect image of the warrior king his mentor had molded him into. "In our lords absence I will lead us to glory, to untold successes to better our civilization, our future so that our god has a better home to return to. Return to your stations, it's time to finish the fight. While the other ships of his task force that visited Atrisia returned home to Panatha, the new force entered hyperspace and moved to return to Atrisia.

Spoiler

Task Force - Panatha
3,750 Meters

• Dark Blade-Class Dreadnaught
  ​​Manticore
• Tyrant

[*]Broadside II-Class Heavy Assault Cruiser

• ​Pride of Harom
• Shade

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The fleet entered the system behind the fleets of the Galactic Alliance and their allies, to the observer it looked like they were caught in the interdiction fields set up by [member="Lady Shambleau"] own ships and forced out of hyperspace. This time as the Tyrant Zambrano returned it was with fully powered shields and all weaponry powering up. The fleet quickly approached the ships of the galactic alliance as all attention quickly rose to the new fleet that now sat directly in their flank ready to unleash a torrent of destruction. It all seemed inevitable from the glaring symbols of the Panathan Empire on these ships and the vulnerable side shown to them, it seemed like the end.

But just as they approached the forces of the Galactic Alliance a channel opened to every fleet commander in the system who's sensors just yet weren't able to tell what the Zambrano led fleet designated as friend or foe. "To all who hear this broadcast, I am Lord Prazutis, acting God-King of the Panathan Empire. We have come. To those declared enemies of the state I have but one request of you: Run." The channel cut just then and suddenly to every ship in the system it became painfully clear who they designated as friend or foe. Shockingly the Panathan Empire designated the ships of the Galactic Alliance as allies. This shocking revelation came just before the full power of this flotilla was unleashed like fire belched from the gut of a dragon, a torrent of firepower that crashed into the shield of Rancor Station controlled by the Royal Atrisian Navy. They'd fire with the intent on dropping the shields first and later disabling the stations defense systems and communications arrays, to cripple it without destroying it.

It shocked Prazutis when Admiral [member="Sieb Tevv"] contacted him personally using the same channel they had used before when he spoke to the Admiral Orlock. A bargain struck and sealed with Tevv, Prazutis, and by extension Carnifex through voice and holograms brought these ships that now fired on those designated as the Atrisian Royal Navy. Deep in the bridge of the Manticore Prazutis sat on his throne with his crowned head held high, watching the screens of starfighters brought by the Broadsides move. A wide grin from ear to ear formed on the mans face, and he spoke to no one in particular "Mythos like you said it's just business." The man wouldn't understand, his misguided pride and standards of honor always made him weak. Even Kaine understood this during their brief meeting when the pair condemned the gathered Sith Lords to the Galactic Alliance. A Dark Lord only survived if he was able to adapt to any given situation, and to adapt to the playing field by taking old pawns off the board.

[member="Jagger Fuga"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Darth Malakai"] | [member="Vilin"] | [member="Zark"]

 

[Sieb Tevv]

SPACE

Sieb stumbled back onto the bridge. It had taken some doing, but he'd managed to shrug off the doctors's concerns for the moment.

"Admiral," Nanb looked to him, "The Panathan ships are back. Shall we fi-"

"-No" Sieb waved a hand haggardly. "Watch."

The ships from the Reach loosed unadulterated hellfire upon Rancor station. The light of the explosions flared, brilliant and terrifying.

"Admiral... what," Nanb stared in shock, "What did you do?"

The whole bridge grew still.

"Commander Nanb, please classify the ships of Panatha as allies unless they fire upon us."

Nanb blanched, hands balling to fists that quivered. "What. Did. You. Do."

"What I had to to secure the interests of the Alliance, Commander."

"Those are war criminals, murderers!"

"Nanb-"

"Do you know how many people they've slaughtered? How many worlds the Zambranos have autoclaved?!"

"That's enough, Nanb"

"Whole families, Tevv. Women and children. My family, Tevv. MY KRIFFING FAMILY, TEVV."

"That's enough, Commander!" Sieb roared. "I did what needed doing and as your superior officer you will follow my orders. When the dust settles you do what you believe best. Is that understood?"

Nanb stood there for a moment, gaping, then stormed out of the bridge. "You're not fit to command. I'm filing a C33. I'll be back when it's confirmed."

[member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Zark"]